Alter story

When Nicky woke up, his Masters were still asleep. He found himself on the soft carpet, right beside the bed, covered with the warm blanket and looking how they slept together. He studied the faces of the sleeping and cuddling couple. Soft waves of the woman's hair, shimmering eyelashes, the curves of her lips. Listening to their steady breathing. Master's relaxed face, his strands of hair that covered his closed eyes. Nicky was mentally outlining their lips. He was lost and had no idea what he was supposed to do. Naturally, the cameras were still here. Despite the fact that he was completely free, at the same time he was powerless. What should he do? How should he act in their presence? He had been witnessing a completely different side of their relationships for the past few days. Still seemingly surreal. They just spent two days lying in the bed, together. In their bed, just like completely native people. His Masters were extremely strange people. At first, they would reduce him to zero, obliterating his self-esteem, but now they were hugging him from both sides, carefully wiping off his tears. He'd already run out of tears to cry: for some reason he wanted to in their presence, and it was the first time he allowed to unleash his emotions in their presence. He couldn't figure out what it meant. The upcoming future was vague as well. But the only thing he was sure of - that it was much better than in his tiny cell, on the concrete floor.

Mistress began moving and softly moaning. She slipped, and with the grace of a cat, she pressed herself harder against the young man's body, in his turn, he responded by hugging her, searching for her lips with his. They began waking up, interweaving in each other's embrace. Nicky didn't avert his eyes. He was curious how his Masters wake up, how they looked in their normal life. The woman moved on the top, the young man slipped his arm over her naked skin, caressing her back, belly, breasts. Their lips interlocked in a kiss, their bodies began moving, merging in their lovely delight. Steadily at first, savoring every second of their morning intimacy, gradually increasing the amplitude of their movements. Their breathing became heavy and frequent. The couple's moans filled the room. The woman continued moving on the top and discarded the hair that got on her face, soon their moans almost turned to screams, until they hugged each other and froze for a second, cumming at the same time. The woman collapsed on the young man's chest, closed her eyes and smiled. Nicky was looking directly at her, they were unaware of his silent presence along the whole process, it seemed as if they completely forgot about him. Nicky thought that he peeked at something forbidden, although, he kept on looking. He simply was unable to, he noticed their every move, every shiver of their eyelids.

At that moment, the woman opened her emerald-green eyes, confronting Nicky's eyes with hers. He jumped, he wanted to look away, but he could not, these eyes hypnotized him, just as always. He sensed fear deep in him, that he was about to get punished, and there wouldn't be any more of this soft pleasant bedroom, and most importantly, their fragile treatment. The woman didn't make any attempt to cover her body with the blanket, instead, she just observed, studying his face, dissecting the fear in his eyes. Soon later, her smile grew broader, and she spoke out with a careful soft voice.

- Hi, baby boy, what's up? Can you speak?

Nicky thought for a second and shook his head. Well, he actually could speak, if you consider whispering as a way of speaking. But he just didn't know what he was supposed to say, that is way he gladly took the lifeline the woman threw at him. If she spoke to him in such manner, maybe the upcoming punishment wouldn't be so severe, he was terrified of having their perfect relationships ruined by such a little thing. But the thing the woman said next shocked him.

- Come to us.

She opened the blanket from Master's side, and in his turn, Master looked at Nicky and patted the bed beside him. Nicky was looking at them, and they were looking at him, Master was slowly patting the bed, inviting him to the bed. Quickly, Nicky broke the visual contact by bowing his head. Just as always, when he had been too busy for such things, he would usually shove his emotions away. It felt similar to skydiving, when you take the step out of the airplane; when he fulfilled Masters' orders, he felt these kinds of feelings many times. He knew that he shouldn't hesitate at these kinds of moments. And he shouldn't even think about his parachute failing. Nicky got on his fours and approached the bed, carefully got on to it and put himself in their knees, with one of his hands around them, the other one was near his face, embracing the tenderness of bed silk with his cheek, he felt motionless. He straight up had no idea what he should be doing next.

Master covered Nicky's body with the blanket and pulled Nicky closer with one of his arms. He also took a notice of Nicky's shivering fingers, although Nicky didn't try to conceal it. Master was stroking his head, calming him down, scratching behind Nicky's ear, like a kitten, he scattered his hair across the bed. Soon, Nicky got more and more relaxed, he began moving under his Master's hand, directing it to the places where it felt most pleasurable. It seemed that Nicky forgot that his Master would usually whip him with that very hand. A few minutes later, Nicky felt completely calm, his fingers stopped shivering and his fear receded. He even slightly touched his Master's arm with his fingers, but still had no courage to stroke them in response.

- Come now, suck me off, - Master gently directed Nicky's head under the blanket, between his legs.

Of course, Nicky expected such turn of events, so he wasn't surprised. Although, in his imagination, the best case was him standing on the concrete floor on his knees, with his hand shackled behind his back. On the one hand he didn't want it, on the other this situation, for some reason, made him blush and in addition to that, it gave him the opportunity he had been thinking about for a while. The opportunity to strengthen the phantom bond between them. He got his lips closer to the flaccid dick and carefully put it into his mouth, tenderly engulfing and caressing it with his tongue. This kind of position was not comfortable for Nicky, but at first, he was afraid of changing it or even touching the dick with his hands. He remembered his lessons about self-activity too well, and that he shouldn't come up with any ideas by himself. But soon later, he risked to put the cock out of his mouth and raised himself with the blanket, he looked at his Master and barely managed to whisper out the words:

- Master, can I move between your legs? And help myself with my hands? - with every breath, his sore throat was virtually tearing itself apart. Nicky couldn't imagine how he would be able to swallow his Master's erect cock.

The young man patiently waited until the question was finished. And agreed! Nicky mentally celebrated his small victory. He began moving himself into the desired position. Without any reminders, he continued sucking on his Master's cock, without tempting his patience. He wiggled it in his mouth, swallowing the remains of woman's lube and Master's semen. A while later, the woman finished her cig and placed her hand on Nicky's head and directed him between her legs. Nicky let the now erect cock out of his mouth and gripped it in his hand. Firmly but tenderly, he moved his tongue up and down between her lips, licking the aftermath taste of their morning sex. He did his best making his hands and lips as tender and pleasurable as he could. He wanted them to like it, not because he was afraid of being punished, but because he wanted to show them that he was capable... of being pleasurable. The woman and the young man were intertied in a passionate kiss, while rubbing Nicky's head under the blanket. Nicky would occasionally pay attention to his Master's cock, but things were much more difficult on that end, since it couldn't get fully erect, despite the fact that Nicky helped it with his hand. He was also afraid of touching the woman, not even thinking of slipping his fingers inside. That is why he worked hard with his mouth and lips, meanwhile, the young man caressed her body with his hands, when Nicky would lean away from her wet pussy. Soon enough, he managed to make the woman climax, she twisted her body and gripped Nicky's head with her thighs. She kissed her lips with his, mentally thanking her for the experience, and then he fully focused on his Master. He caressed his balls with his hand, lightly gripping his inner thighs. He covered his stomach with kisses, bent out and sucked on his Master's fingers, then, once again, he returned to the shaft, trying to swallow as much as he could, but he was stopped by his sore throat. He couldn't overcome it even with his willpower, that is why he tried to compensate it with the movements of his lips and tongue. Soon, Master's breathing became heavier, and Nicky began moving faster as well, he was really doing his best. Finally, his Master was ready to cum, he pinned Nicky's head to his shaft, his cock rammed at its full length, penetrating Nicky's red swollen throat, Nicky's nose poked Master's lower stomach. Unbelievable pain. Nicky jolted, but the arm was holding him firmly. He was running out of air, tears ran down his cheeks, he pressed his arms against Master's body, trying to move away from the scorching cock. He couldn't even make a sound. The young man tensed up and spilled his cum into Nicky's throat. He softened up and removed his hand, allowing Nicky to move away. Nicky began coughing and groaning from the pain, yet, he took Master's deflating cock in his mouth to lick all the remaining cum and clean it up. Afterwards, Master threw away the blanket and lifted Nicky a bit closer to himself, resting his head on his stomach. The woman got up from the bed, put on a robe and went to the bathroom. Nicky wiped away his tears, but still, Master managed to notice them.

 

Two days ago, he had sworn that he would kill them, that he would be capable of doing that, but instead, he now served them right after their morning delights. He had pictured himself saying right to their faces all the stuff they deserved, as soon as he regained his voice, but instead, he only muttered a pathetic request to lie between his Master's legs, so it would be more comfortable to perform a fellatio. He didn't want to scream or to rush for Master's throat. He just hated them for all these things they had done to him, and now he hated them even more.

 

Three hours later, they finally managed to get out of the bed. There was no more sex, so Nicky could catch some more sleep. When the woman got out of the bathroom, Master ordered Nicky to go there. He was allowed to use the bath and the toilet; they even got him his personal tooth brush from the shower. Now Nicky was able to walk by himself, naturally, he was still weak, but generally speaking, his current condition was quite satisfactory. During the time he was in the bunker, his body was almost capable to endure cold temperatures. Not extreme cold temperatures, of course. To walk naked all the time, sleep on the cold floor, and much more, but the torture outdoors was something completely different. But thanks to his previous training and his Masters' vigilance, he had survived it.

Nicky looked around the bathroom. There was nothing that could help him. No sharp or pointy items, nothing heavy enough. It seemed, everything he needed was in the cupboard in the corner, which naturally was closed. And even if he could get anything out of it, it was still questionable if he could use it. Relaxed Masters didn't mean that they were inattentive. And Nicky also considered the cameras and ever sleepless Gero. That is why Nicky simply cleaned himself up. He got in the shower, now he had a little time to do some thinking. For now, nobody wanted him dead. It was clear to him, or else he wouldn't get that much attention. On the other hand, he could had been left in his cell on a leash and they could just bring him his pills and food, just as always. So, what was it now? Were they trying the carrot? They got everything out of him with the stick... hmm, it didn't sound logical. He had stopped resisting long ago. He simply obeyed their orders, spoke only if asked to or when they asked him something, never did any unnecessary moves, uninitiative, but still ready to fully commit. He was controlled by fear and pain. Even when Nicky had realized that he was going to be used by strangers. Back then, the pain was somewhere else. But now, supposedly he should continue communicating with them, or should he pretend being a silent doll? The second option sounded much safer to him. But he desired the first one. His contemplations were interrupted by the knock on the door - the sign that he should wrap up.

 

Nicky silently got out of the bath and stood at the doorstep, having no idea of what to do next. Now, that he was capable of moving by himself without falling into restless sleep at the earliest opportunity, he was expected to take some action. He stepped away from the door and put his knees on the soft rug, he also bowed his head. The strands of wet hair fell on his face. Obedience. The first rule in their relationships. In no instances should he break it. Master walked past him without a single word or a glance addressed to Nicky and disappeared behind the bathroom door. The woman was wearing some casual soft pants and a hoodie, sitting in the armchair with her signature laptop, her hair was tied in a bun. She looked nothing like Mistress. A sketch picture from a girl's ordinary life. But certainly, he could recognize these eyes out of hundreds. With the sparks of joyful insanity. There was some food on the glass coffee table. The room was well-lit, like it was a day time. You could easily forget that there were no windows in it. The blanket remained in the same place where he had been sleeping, tossed in a hefty lump. Soon later, the door opened, and Master left the bathroom, now fully dressed. There was some trace of every day casualness in his clothes, just like in the woman's. The jeans, torn on his hips, and a jacket with a zipper. Just as usual, Nicky was the only one naked in the room. For the whole time being, he stood on his knees with his head bowed. He wondered, if he just stood up and left the room, would they notice? The young man sat in the neighboring armchair and took a cig. A lighter cracked. The woman laid off the laptop and looked at Nicky.

- Crawl over here and stand in the front.

Nicky got on his fours and moved towards to the place beside the armchairs, on which the woman pointed with her polished nail.

- It turns out, that you lied to me, and my bitch could actually yap? - the woman was menacingly looking at him, when he got close enough and froze on his knees. He didn't expect these words.

- I... I'm sorry, Mistress - he quietly gasped, overcoming the pain.

In response, he was slapped in the face. Nicky jolted from the impact, he felt his cheek burning with pain, but still, he didn't make any attempt of moving away or cover his scorching cheek with his hand. He was absolutely forbidden to do that.

- Have you forgotten, that I hate being lied to? - her voice was gradually becoming more and more menacing.

- No, Mistress, - another short whisper.

Of course not! He forgot nothing. But how could he explain that it was extremely painful for him to speak? And in addition to that, no one asked him why he had acted this way in the first place. The reasons didn't bother them, just as usual. He also couldn't picture himself telling them about the phantom line between them and his insane idea of finding a way to make them treat him better. Now, that idea was completely nonsensical. It looked like that the woman didn't value his initiative to be pleasurable. It seemed that they didn't let him die for some of their own personal reasons, without taking into consideration Nicky's comfort, he obviously couldn't bait them into tenderness and kindness with pity. What the hell was that idea about? Now that Nicky got better, he would be sent back to his cell, and his miserable life would continue as it had been. Everyday humiliation and satisfying the guests. Not that he had ruined his chances with his humble initiative, they simply didn't care. They ignored him. That's it.

Suddenly, Nicky felt empty and sad. These two idiotic days had brought him hope. But nothing was going to change.

- I'm sorry, Mistress, it is difficult and painful for me to speak, but that doesn't excuse me, that is why, please, punish your dumb bitch, but allow me to stay with you for at least a little longer. - it was insanely difficult for Nicky to say that whole phrase, some of its words stuttered and slept away, so he repeated them more than once. He felt that he was going to completely lose his voice. The thing that he said was risky. He asked for punishment himself. And also, he asked to stay.

- Ahahah, - the woman laughed at the top of her lungs after hearing the whole phrase and thinking for a few seconds about the potential outcomes. His Mistress was in power to fulfill his request in the way he would find least pleasurable. She could also just laugh it out and deny it, sending him straight to the hall for punishment, that was now more severe in the light of his request. Their attitude had already changed since the morning by a mile.

- Brave boy... aren't you afraid of the punishment followed by your offer? - her voice felt like thousand piercing icy needles.

Nicky stubbornly shook his head, demonstrating that he wasn't afraid of any damn thing. Pain? To hell with it, if he found himself in their bed afterwards. Even if he felt like shit after.

- Alright. - a simple and short phrase, pronounced in a casual tone. The woman pulled a collar with a leash out of the folds of the armchair. The strip of leather was thrown to kneeling Nicky.

- Put it on, and don't even think of touching or taking it off.

Then, the woman called Gero and a few minutes later, she dumped a bundle of items the guy brought in front of Nicky. There was a hair elastic with the order to gather them, a box with piercing jewelry, and top of all that, leather wrist and ankle bracelets.

Nicky gathered his hair on the back of his head, he let the hair through the rubber two times, on the third one, he didn't fully pass the tail through it. He put on the bracelets and opened the opened the box. He carefully put the rings in his tongue and nipples. His belly ears and eyebrows were left without any attire. Nicky knew well what it meant. He was about to be leashed. His face and stomach were.

- Alright, now it’s time for breakfast, we'll begin later, - the woman switched channels on the TV, stopping at some dumb cartoons. - We'll be at the table, and you'll be eating in our feet from the bowl, like a bitch, - content with the search for entertainment, she threw away the TV remote, got up from the armchair and ordered Nicky to draw his arms together, then she interlocked them with a 7-inch chain. She placed a bowl full of milk with colorful and still crunchy cereal on the floor, and after she picked the same bowl for herself but with a spoon, completely lost interest in Nicky and began staring on the screen. Master, who had paid no attention whatsoever, was already crunching this ridiculous cereal.

- Go at it, puppy! - a short phrase from the woman, which allowed Nicky to begin his meal.

 

After he did the bed, which wasn't really that convenient with his arms chained, the woman sent him to the bathroom to do the enema. When he had been offered food at the morning, he hoped that his butt would have a day off, but now he knew that he was wrong. Nicky didn't feel well, he was still weak and his throat still hurt. The process that took place in the bathroom exhausted him even more. He left it and just like before, stood on his knees near the bathroom door. There was a wide blanket on the bed that held an array of toys and devices.

- We'll play a fun game. I offer you to choose the items I'll punish you with yourself. Bring them to me in your teeth.

Nicky crawled on his fours to the bed. Naturally, there were only few items that interested him. He instantly dismissed whips and lashes. The bruises were still fresh on him. The mini flogger appealed to him the most, since it's usually used on butt cheeks, so his back would be free of any hits. A firm wide and short leather belt with a handle, the only problem was that it came with tiny spikes, seemingly not that sharp. It would be quite painful, if it hits him on his bruises of the past punishment. Well, not that anyone had told him that it would be easy. The next thing was a gag, he wouldn't be speaking anyway and the ball itself could potentially save him from a painful fellatio. He chose the bells on his nipples - they will jingle nicely with the last device of his choosing. He purposefully chose it to compensate the previously chosen vanilla devices that his Mistress brought him. A string with balls, that could vibrate and conduct electricity. A devious toy. There was no lube on the blanket. Nicky was hoping that Mistress would have mercy on him.

- You're quite amusing, aren't you? - the woman fiddled with the toys Nicky brought her, while he himself was kneeling in front of her with his head low. - You've decided that it's your butt that shall pay for your misdeeds? Well, I don't mind, really. As you please. Get on your fours.

The woman brought his arms behind his back and tied them to the collar with the leather belt. Then, she gagged him and put the bells on his nipples, she pinned him face-down to the rug.

- Stay like this.

Nicky stood with his ass up in the air. She took a bottle of lube, which made Nicky sigh with relief. Spread the lube on the strip of the balls, holding it right before Nicky's clenched back door. All the excess lube dripped right on it. Then, she put the first ball to his ring. Nicky tried to relax the best he could. The first one slipped with Nicky barely noticing it, it was the smallest one, but the next were getting bigger and bigger. Nicky braced himself. This toy was a pain to take in fully. He didn't make a single squeak during the whole process, biting the gag and sobbing heavily. Of course, the toy will make him scream in the near future. Or likely make him wheeze. The woman shoved the last one with her finger, patiently waited for the hole to swallow it fully and turned on the vibration. Nicky sobbed in response, bending out his whole body and leaning the head on his shoulder, spreading out his legs even more, sticking out his butt. Naturally, he felt the whole thing inside him, as his inner walls were torn apart by the vibrating balls, touching the spot that had always excited him.

- I'll be off watching the rest of the cartoons, and you stay in place and don't move. Half an hour, - the woman put the remote controller beside her and leaned back in the armchair, focusing her attention on the colorful and interchanging pictures.

So absurd. He was standing with 8 inches of vibrating balls inside him, and his Masters simply watching some cartoons! And they're eating some childish cereal for breakfast. Soon, he heard the sound of igniting lighters and felt the now similar semi-sweet smell. The whole situation now got much worse. He was already aroused; his dick was already hard from the vibrations. He saw the clouds of smoke in front of him, that were passing him by and disappearing near the TV. Fuck! That was so bad now. He tried not to breath to avoid coughing and getting high. If only they wouldn't get the idea of getting him stoned! In Nicky's humble opinion, the punishment was severe enough with his bad condition without worsening it this way. And in addition to that, the drug was way too much, he surely didn't want to black out from the pain or arousal. Despite all Nicky's efforts, he still breathed the smoke in, coughing a little, trying to suppress these jolts. The coughing was tearing his throat. When the torture came to its end and the smoke dissolved in the room, Nicky was already quite aroused. Now the torture was to endure that arousal. Of course he didn't account for that, but Mistress was free to choose the way to use the devices she brought. And, seemingly, it was part of the game, to use them not according to Nicky's expectations. Nicky closed his eyes, trying to ignore the persistent vibration and tormenting felling in his abdomen. Looks like, he actually breathed in quite a lot. How much time had passed? How many shitty cartoons she had left? Nicky tried to avoid cumming with all his willpower. The stupid voices of the characters were ridiculous and devious companions of his torment. He endured and endured, delaying it as much as possible. Nicky sobbed, he was still breathing heavily, drops of sweat were running down his face. His eyes were filling with moisture. Suddenly, he felt the first jolt of electricity. The cartoons were still running, but the woman was getting bored. His body started twisting and he collapsed with his face down. The jolt was short. Soon, the woman released the button and made the vibration a bit softer. It turned out to be painful, the pain from the electricity spread across the whole body. The moisture escaped his eyes, leaving traces on his face.

- You've lowered yourself. Thighs up.

Nicky began moving, lifting himself up. Master took no part in the punishment, he simply observed it, periodically breaking away from the screen. The torture continued, and just as Nicky had expected, the remote in woman's hand gleefully pulled out moans and wheezes from his throat and tears from his eyes. Desire and pain, that were the ingredients that the woman mixed. By playing with the electricity and vibrations. The bells would melodically ring, when he found his body cramping on the floor. Again, and again.

- Get up!

But Nicky couldn't. He was losing all of his strength, the fever that barely bothered him in the morning had returned. The tears were now flowing out by themselves somehow, without stopping. His Mistress realized, that he struggles getting up, came to him and pulled him up by the leash, suffocating him. He gathered the remains of his strength and got up. The woman wrapped the chain around her hand and returned to her armchair.

- Come to me, with your ass up front.

Nicky was shaking, he began carefully moving, until he met the leather mini flogger with his butt, that the woman was holding in her stretched out arm.

- That's enough. - The woman swung the flogger and hit him on his inner thighs. Nicky loudly groaned in his gag. Ten strokes on each side. And the vibration got a little more intense. Another ten. Then, without that much of enthusiasm, she hit him on his butt, and then moved to his balls. She calculated the strength of her strokes, but still, she succeeded in making Nicky seeing stars, the pain spread in his lower belly. She threw away the leather flogger and pushed the button for the electric current. Nicky collapsed. Moved in an attempt to get up again. His Masters were uninterested in his "I can't", and it is with them, he learned the further limits of his body. But her foot pinned his back to the floor.

- Have I told you to get up? Roll over, stomach up, knees bent and spread them out like a slut. - She removed her foot, and the collar stretched impatiently.

The woman leaned over and fastened the belts on her slave's legs, rendering him unable to unbend them. Nicky found himself right in front of her armchair. As expected, the cartoons had ended long ago. He couldn't stop his tears, which only fueled the woman's excitement. For a while, Nicky looked directly at her, right in her cold green eyes, observing how they studied his face and look, hazed by pain and desire. Rows of tears and threads of saliva. Then, he tried to hide from them, shutting his eye, he was afraid of looking in them, to see the blinding stinging cold and relish in his suffering. The woman made a laugh, lifted his head and took off the gag, then she threw it away and got back in her armchair. Then, she continued playing with the vibration modes. The woman grabbed the ring, sticking out from Nicky's butt, and pulled the toy a little, making Nicky produce hoarse sounds. She added currency a couple more times, cramping his body and filling the room with the sounds of the bells on his nipples. He was about to explode, and he had been for a while now. Almost from the beginning. And that desire was growing insufferable. Despite the many aches and discomfort. The food for his thoughts was the question of how to do that. He should ask for it, but he couldn't, he couldn't even scream. His voice did not obey him. He tried to put sounds into words, but did a terrible job.

- P.. ple... Mis... - the words left his mouth and dissolved into nothing. He couldn't!

After observing his attempts, the woman decided to help him.

- Want to cum? - she pinned his member with her foot to his belly. And stretched the chain, making him raise his head. Nicky nodded his head, sobbing. Even simple vibration was now painful to him.

- I will beat these words into you, make no doubt about it. But now, cum!

As the woman spoke those desire words, he bent out his body, succumbing to the sweet convulsion, and at that moment, the woman yanked out all the balls at once. It happened nearly simultaneously. His cum ran under her toes, smothering them and his deflating penis in the goo. The pain darkened the picture in his eyes, as if in a fire, that final motion pained Nicky so much, that he lost his breath. The woman moved her foot to Nicky's mouth. Nicky knew what to do, trying to snap out of the shock and the darkness, that could give him brief and sweet oblivion. He mustn't lose his consciousness. He took the toes in his mouth, licking all the semen, sucking on them. The woman leaned in her armchair and purred.

- Good job, sweetheart.

 

He surely was having a fever. He was sitting in the bathtub, trying to suppress his shivering. The woman had let him go, so he crawled to the door, collapsing from time to time. Hints of some electric taste was in his mouth. Cool water from the shower hose relieved his burning body a little. Nicky wiped the tears from his face. Took some of the water in his mouth and spat it out. He hated and feared electricity. Perhaps, he chose that toy testing himself if he had the resilience to stay with them. Although, the woman could easily just throw him back to his cell. He wet his hair again, so he took off the rubber and scattered them across his back and collarbones. He couldn't even thank her. He could be punished for that as well, despite it being their casual cruelty. Generally speaking, do Masters even need a reason, if they wanted to punish him for the sake of it? Oh, and he would get lots of it for his desire to stay with them. But it was the thing he wanted. Or it wasn't. Oh, it was those tender arms he craved for. Fuck! You dumb bastard! He hated himself.

 

When Nicky got out of the tub, the room was full of steam. He didn't close the door, but instead, he got on his knees in front of it. He planned that when the woman gets closer, she will see the writing on the mirror. Now, he was going to collapse from the temperature and exhaustion. The woman looked at him with a fleeting glance and noticed his folded hands. With this sign, he silently begged her to come closer. She stood up and came to Nicky.

"Thank you, Mistress" was the message on the mirror, written in an elegant handwriting with a finger. There was a frivolous heart on the side, that actually looked more like a butt. Nicky had drawn it, affected by his negative emotions, probably that's why it looked the way it was. She giggled. It looked like she didn't like it, or maybe it was the heart that was out of place. This kind of dumb idiots are of a rare kind, for what in the god-damn reason did he think that he could draw hearts for his Mistress! She was neither his lover, nor his girlfriend. Once again, it was his butt that had done the thinking. He covered his face with his hands. He was only good for whining like a girl, and do only dumb things!

The woman looked at him and got closer. She landed her hand on his head and began stroking gently, fidgeting with his wet hair.

- All right, I'll accept the gratitude. Are you worried because of the drawn ass?

Nicky even made a laugh. Ass! The woman allowed to lean him against her thigh. And slowly shook his head. It looked like he was going for a mental breakdown.

He was fed with medicine and a cup of milk with honey. The woman got the warm blanket from them bed, the one Nicky had slept under the previous night, and threw it on the floor beside him, she did the same thing with a scarf.

- Wrap it right around your collar.

After that, he placed himself beside his Masters' legs, who were sitting in the armchairs. He drank the milk. Master took the cup from him. Nicky was fast asleep under the woman's soft and tender arm, that was petting him on the head. Still, he got what he wanted.