My life in submission to an Asian man

Normal disclaimers: This story is fiction. It contains graphic depictions of sex between men. If it is illegal for you to read it, don’t. Thanks!

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From Chapter 9

And when Alex drove his cock into me one last time, so brutally fast and hard that I screamed and had to hold back tears, when he unloaded his precious, priceless cum deep inside my guts, I knew I was in the right place, with the right man, to fulfill my purpose every day for the rest of my life.

Both of us were panting in exhaustion. And without moving a muscle, Alex’s still raging cock lodged in the deepest part of me, we both fell unavoidably to sleep.

When I awoke randomly in the middle of the night, I opened my eyes to see Yuto’s sleeping face. I was laying on Alex’s chest on his right side and Yuto on his left. I’d stayed passed out, I realized, while Alex wiped the extreme amounts of cum off my body and put cuffs on my wrists and ankles. While connected to the bed by nylon bonds, I had enough slack to maneuver. I smiled as I looked up at Alex’s face. I planted a single soft kiss on his right nipple and fell back to sleep happy. Being enslaved to this man was more than I could ever ask for.

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Chapter 10

The Weekend’s End and A Dreaded Dinner

I had never slept so well in my life.

Never.

When I woke up that Sunday morning, my head still resting on my gorgeous owner’s amazingly muscular, soft chest, it took me a moment to realize he, too, was awake. His eyes were closed and his breathing was heavy. It took another second to realize I couldn’t see Yuto until I shifted to look down. His nose was buried in Alex’s pubes. I let out a quiet, involuntary whimper as I felt a sudden surge of jealousy.

My Master’s cock was my morning treat, and Yuto was taking from me the pleasure of waking Alex with a blowjob. 

Without opening his eyes, Alex’s hand came to my head and started petting my hair.

“Don’t worry, bitch,” he cooed. “You’ll have a turn to worship your God’s cock later.”

A burst of excitement flooded me as he referred to himself as my God. But still not satisfied, I began lazily licking and kissing Alex’s nipples as I laid there. I had to do something to serve him. It was my place. My purpose. I was proud to do it.

It was a lazy Sunday morning. The last full day of Yuto being with us. So Alex was just relaxing, in no hurry to cum, as Yuto lustily sucked his cock and licked his balls and kissed his inner thighs and navel. Alex pet my head as I continued my relaxed worship of his nipples.

It went on for at least 20 minutes, and I had no clue how long Yuto had been at it before I woke up, before Alex decided he was ready to cum. He took his hand away from my head and gently pushed Yuto down to the pubes on his cock and started unloading down the Japanese switch’s throat. His reaction to the orgasm was muted, some soft moans and grunts as he held the submissive Asian twunk’s head down, and when he was done he let the boy up and announced it was time for brunch.

I looked at the bedside clock and saw it was noon. 

We walked from the bedroom to the dining table, where Armando served us our meals.

“Master,” Armando addressed as we were eating.

“Yes?”

“You’ve gotten a letter from the club,” Armando told him.

“Read it,” Alex said simply.

Armando walked over to the table and opened an envelope, pulling out a piece of thick cardstock and reading it. 

Master Alex Hwang-Tanaka,

You are invited Friday after next to a special gallery of interactive art at The North Texas Asian and Latino Masters’ Club. The gallery will include 35 painstakingly selected pieces submitted by Masters from across the nation. Refreshments will be served.

Please note that your membership includes admission for yourself and one slave. One additional slave may accompany you for an additional $500. Slaves will not be permitted clothing or refreshments. Slaves will only be allowed two accessories, such as chastity device, nipple clamps, collar and leash, plug or other toy or device. A public punishment room has been set aside and supplied for your use, should it be necessary or desired.

Please RSVP at your earliest convenience. 

With respect,

The Club

Alex looked at me and smiled deviously.

“Let them know I’ll be coming and bringing my latest acquisition,” Alex ordered.

The rest of the afternoon was rather normal, but that night Alex dressed us all up in nice clothes and took us out. Armando drove and Yuto sat in the front passenger seat of the Range Rover, while Alex surprised me by having me sit with him in the back and almost immediately, before we’d even left the parking spot in the apartment garage, grabbing me by the chin and kissing me deeply.

Before I knew it, I had my Master’s dick in my mouth. It was poking out through the fly of his slacks as Armando drove and Yuto craned his neck back to watch the scene. 

“Take your time,” Alex told me gently. “We’re going to be on the road for about 45 minutes. I just wanna dump a load in you before we get to the restaurant.”

It felt extremely strange, as Alex’s cock slid down the back of my throat, to realize that I felt somehow off because I was dressed. My little white dick (which was how I thought of it now, despite its respectable size before I was locked away to ensure my devotion to Alex) was struggling pointlessly against its metal confines. 

The lust and hormones and fight against the cage gave me a light, heady feeling. It was like a little high. I wasn’t completely present, mentally, as I sucked and bobbed and gagged on Alex’s cock, him leisurely stroking my hair, but a part of me was in some mental haze.

When we pulled off the highway and into the city streets, Alex started using the hand that was stroking my hair to move my head up and down on his cock faster. When he unloaded down my throat, grunting quietly, and I looked up, I saw we were fast approaching the restaurant and Yuto had a mischievous grin on his face. He’d enjoyed watching me submit. 

Alex fixed my dark hair, restyling it into a clean but casual look, and we pulled up to the door just as Alex finished tucking his tight-fitting white dress shirt back in. A man walked up and opened the back door to the Brazilian steakhouse, ushering us out of the vehicle and through the front door, and Alex gave them his name for the reservation.

Despite the obvious hierarchy in our little alternative family, the dinner was extremely laid back. We laughed, told jokes and stories and just generally had a good time. It wasn’t all that different from when I went to hang out with my gay friends. We still held the respect for those who were superior to us, but following Alex’s lead we were a lot more relaxed about it. 

The meats kept on coming and we took turns going to the salad bar to serve our master sides. He ordered a bottle of wine and we all drank, except Armando who had to drive us all home afterward. I was thrilled when they didn’t ask to see IDs, knowing that meant I’d be able to imbibe. 

Things were so comfortable and casual, I almost forgot I was wearing a cage under my pants. Almost. But every time I stood to go and get myself or Alex or, on one occasion, Yuto something from the salad bar, I was incredibly self conscious, just knowing somehow that every person I passed, all dressed nicely as we were, could see the bulge and outline of the cage.

It was true, in fact, that if you looked hard enough, you could almost make out the bars of the metal cage. But I knew deep down that if someone was looking at my crotch it was because they wanted to see what I had there. No reason to be concerned about that. There was the concern that my nub was trying to harden into a full dick again, pushing out the front of my pants ever so slightly, and I was leaking precum. When I sat back at the table, I could see there was an almost unnoticeable spot of slightly darker fabric on the front of my slacks. Which only managed to turn me on more.

We all ate too much for physical comfort, and on the ride back home Alex simply held me against him with his arm over my shoulders.

When we got home, all of us but Alex stripped and Armando took and hung up his master’s jacket. Being back home, completely naked, I realized how odd it felt to be outside and wearing clothes. I felt much more comfortable here, completely naked except for the cage controlling my dick.

“Houseboy, I want you to take Jackson and teach him about that thing we discussed earlier,” Alex said. Then, turning to me, “You’ll have some training tonight before bed. It won’t take long.”

Armando walked with me over to the living room, where he asked me to sit in a chair while he knelt on the ground in front of me. 

“Master wants you to start using honorifics when you talk to him or about him in the presence of others,” Armando told me. 

I stared at him with an inquisitive expression. Honorifics? He picked up on my confusion. 

“It’s a suffix you’ll place at the end of his first name,” Armando said as I heard Yuto over in the bedroom cry out, leading me to guess Alex was plunging his cock deep inside the Japanese boy.

Armando ignored it.

“You’ll only say them after his first name, and if you need to give his full name to someone you’ll put the last name first,” Armando continued. “Master says you can use Japanese or Korean honorifics, whichever you choose.”

He explained that in Korean, I would just say “Alex-ssi,” pronounced as “Alex-shi,” or “Alex-nim,” similar to saying “Mr.” in English. In Japanese, it would be “Alex-sensei” or “Alex-kakka.” Sensei, as I already knew, meant master or teacher. I could also use that term without saying his name. Armando told me that by calling him that, I would be making myself a sort of disciple to Alex, in a sense. Kakka, Armando explained, meant “Your Excellency,” something that I would only be expected to use when other masters were around. 

He said that, at one point, I might be required to use “Alex-Heika,” a term in Japan only used to address the emperor. That would be incredibly rare, though, Armando told me.

“You’ll use honorifics for Alex anytime someone from outside the house is around,” Armando told me. “Usually, Yuto would be considered a part of the house, but tonight Master told me he wants you to practice with honorifics. So, you’ll go to your bedroom with Master, bow to him, and address him that way now.”

I nodded, taking it in as I stood up. Armando stood with me and told me he’d written all the honorifics on a cheat sheet for me and would give it to me in the morning, but for tonight I should just call him “Alex-sensei.” I would refer to Yuto as “Yuto-san,” at least for tonight.

I walked my way to the bedroom, hearing Yuto calling out in ecstasy as I was now certain Alex was fucking him. When I reached the door, I bowed.

“Alex-sensei,” I said, feeling a little uncomfortable addressing him that way for the first time.

Yuto laughed shortly but was cut off with another loud moan.

“Come in, boy,” Alex told me breathily, not stopping his fuck. “Do what Yuto tells you.”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered. I raised my head to see Alex pounding Yuto in missionary.

Yuto, in a loud moan, told me to worship his nipples. 

I walked over and climbed onto the bed, attaching my mouth to Yuto’s left nipple and starting to tease him. Yuto’s right hand was wrapped around his hard cock, alternating between stroking and just holding it, likely trying to keep himself on edge as he awaited permission to cum. 

When Alex gave him that permission, he blasted onto my face his own chest and stomach. Alex thrust in hard and moaned, unloading in Yuto’s pussy.

When he was done using Yuto, Alex told me to stand. As with the first night, he tied me up and restrained me. But unlike the first night, he picked me up and started walking away from the bed.

Panic shot through me as Alex carried me into the bathroom, then opened the closet door.

“You’re such a good mayoskin slave,” Alex whispered in my ear. “This isn’t punishment. This is a reward. You’ve been such a good boy, I’m going to let you fulfill another of my fantasies.”

With that, Alex lowered me gently to the ground. I would have expected the news that I was going to fulfill one of my Asian God’s fantasies to transform instantly my fear into excitement, but it didn’t. When Alex turned off the light to the large walk-in closet and shut the door, I found myself terrified in total darkness.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, I thought.

But, as I should have expected, that didn’t last long. My thoughts changed.

Why is this one of his fantasies? I questioned. I’m tied up, out of sight, in the closet like a sex toy he wants to put away before he has visitors.

Oh fuck. A sex toy. An object, not a person. Put away. Oh my fucking god, I’m his sex toy. Holy fuck.

And just like that, I was reminded of the lesson I kept learning. That mindset was everything. Now, instead of being tortured by fear, I found myself assailed by horniness I couldn’t satisfy. My locked dick was leaking precum like it hadn’t in days. It was like I was brand new to chastity again. 

With no way to tell time, I don’t know how long I was in there before I heard someone turn on the shower, then Yuto called out that it was ready. I heard Alex’s footsteps outside the closet and heard them washing each other in the shower. When Alex again opened the closet door, it was almost blinding. When my eyes adjusted, I watched my owner step over me, pick out some pajamas (which he never wore, so I could only assume it was an excuse to come into the closet) and walk out and close the door behind him. He didn’t look at me or acknowledge my grunts once.

Somehow, I managed to fall into a restless sleep. My nub and balls and lower abdomen ached with a need to cum and all my muscles were sore from being left on the floor, hogtied.

I woke up that morning when Alex came into the closet, naked. He didn’t saw a word to me as he untied my feet and attached a spreader bar to my ankles. Alex got down on his knees and spat on my hole. Then he lowered his full body weight onto me and pushed his cock into my pussy.

Fire spread throughout my body and it felt like I’d been stabbed in the ass. I cried out, my ballgag muffling the sound, as Alex wasted no time on niceties and started fucking me.

I moaned as his long, thick cock pounded in and out. My whole body ached. I tried to curl up, but with the spreader bar, my arms still tied and Alex’s full weight of hard, solid muscle holding me down I could only barely manage to wriggle. As he kept going, I felt my orgasm growing. It didn’t take much. I was so desperate to cum. Alex’s body was sweaty atop me in no time and he started sliding around slightly. 

Feeling my Master use me like a common sex toy, a doll, made me feel heady. 

I’m tied up in the closet, unable to speak or move, and he’s fucking me ruthlessly and somehow still not acknowledging me, I thought. It was far from a negative thought. It was undeniably hot.

In a matter of two minutes, I was spewing cum from my nub. I was moaning and crying in pain and pleasure. And yet Alex continued to ignore me. I got a feeling in my chest that’s hard to describe as anything other than overcome with lust. Despite my orgasm and half my brain wanting this to stop immediately, the other half of my brain was overpowering any wish for the ruthless fuck to end. When Alex leaned up, placing his hand on the side of my face and pushing my head down into the soft carpet, I felt a surge of intense sexual need. 

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and kept pounding, getting rougher. My eyes still open, I saw Yuto walk into the doorway, chuckle, then turn and walk away. He came back with my Master’s phone in his hand, holding it sideways, recording.

That sent another wave of restless sexual angst through me. Holy shit, I thought. He’s filming this. He’s filming me taking my master’s cock like the absolute slut I am. I’m a whore for my Master. My Owner. My God. 

Beyond excited, beyond thrilled, beyond ecstatic, I looked right into the camera lens with teary eyes. Master let go of my hair and collapsed back onto me, redoubling his efforts to fuck his cock all the way up into my chest. Now I wasn’t screaming. I was moaning and whimpering. 

“That’s right,” Alex said. “Stupid white whore. Fucking slut. Take this cock. You belong to an Asian man, bitch. You belong to me. I own you. All of you. Your body, your mind, your heart, I even own your fucking soul, bitch.”

Another orgasm wracked my body. Alex hadn’t talked to me like this before. There was harshness in his voice. A cruelty, not paired with his normal caring tone. It was amazing. It was something I wouldn’t have in a million years expected to enjoy. But it thrilled me. I was an owned, manhandled, white slut bitch. He was a powerful, superior Asian master. This was my unconditional worship to my God, Alex Hwang-Tanaka. 

Fully withdrawing his cock from my hole, Alex flipped me over. He pushed by legs held apart by the spreader bar up, folding me in half, then dove right back in. 

“You love this, don’t you, you slut?” Alex asked me.

I nodded my head and moaned in response. Alex spat in my face.

“Take it.”

He was silent as he kept fucking me, only occasionally grunting. His sweat was dropping down onto my face. He spat again.

I’m a fucking inferior slut to this man, I thought. It filled me with submissive joy.

Then, with the hardest push yet, feeling as though his cock were about to burst into my stomach, Alex thrust forward and stopped. I felt his cock throbbing. I felt his cum flood my insides. And then he pulled out. Alex spat on me again, then turned and walked out. He took the phone from Yuto, turned off the closet light and closed the door.

I was too high on sex to be hurt or scared or even question what happened. It must have been two more hours in that closet before Alex came back, wearing a white bathrobe. I was still laying there on my back, leaking cum out of my hole. He turned on the light and walked toward me, his body language and facial expressions suddenly back to the kind, authoritative but caring Master I’d come to know.

He knelt down next to me and stroked my hair a few times before removing the mouth gag.

“Are you OK, babe?” Alex asked me.

“Yes, Sensei,” I answered. “It was amazing. I’ve never even dreamed of anything like it, Sensei.”

Alex chuckled. 

“Good boy.”

Alex untied me, took the spreader bar away, then picked up my limp body. I had a brief thought wondering if it would always be as common as it had been since I met Alex to wake up weak, sore and needing him to carry me. 

Alex walked me over to the bed, where a large beach towel had been spread out, and laid me down. He walked around the king bed and climbed in next to me from the other side, pulling my head to his chest.

“You did so good,” Alex told me.

“Thank you, Master,” I said. 

“Yuto’s headed out, so it’ll be back to just us now,” Alex said. “Are you hurting too badly, or too sore?”

I shook my head no, looking up to his face. The soft little smile and concerned eyes matched his tone.

“Good, good,” he said. He grabbed my earlobe gently and stroked it twice with his thumb, then rolled me a little to put more of my body onto him. And I fell asleep.

When I woke, Alex was still there.

“Did you rest well?” he asked.

“I did, Sensei,” I answered.

He chuckled and told me that I could call him “Sensei” if I wanted to when nobody else was around, noting that “Houseboy doesn’t count as a person,” but that I didn’t have to. I could call him Alex, Master, Sir, or any of the honorifics I’d been taught. 

I smiled at that and nodded my understanding.

“You feel good enough to clean up?” Alex asked.

I took a quick inventory of my body. Everything was sore. I moved my legs and they were tight, but I felt I had the strength to stand on my own. My cage was coated in my own cum, dried up, and my hole had a mix of Alex’s dry cum and his wet, still leaking seed.

“I think so,” I said.

“Let’s get you in the shower then,” Alex suggested.

Despite my ability to stand, Alex carried me to the shower and set me on the edge of the tub while he got the water to the right temperature. Then he picked me up and set me back down inside, standing. He guided me under the warm water, then soaped up my whole body, spending extra time on my hole and paying special attention to my cage.

“Gotta keep everything extra clean on my boy,” Alex said matter-of-factly. “And it looks like we’ll need to clean up that hair.”

I looked down and saw I’d started sprouting hair around my pubes and on my legs and arms again. I suddenly felt ashamed. I should have noticed so my Master didn’t have to waste his time keeping me groomed.

I didn’t say anything as he stepped out of the shower and came back with a razor. He proceeded to shave my whole body again, until I was perfectly smooth. When we got out of the shower, he rubbed a sort of oil all over me to keep me from suffering razor burns or bumps and said we’d have to go and get laser hair removal soon.

When we walked into the dining room to eat the brunch Armando had prepared us, Alex told him to make an appointment for the laser hair removal, then told him he could have the afternoon off. 

We ate, then Alex sat down in the living room and told me to “go and clean up properly.” He meant douche. Alex was reading a book in Japanese and I was given one in English about an American news reporter in Japan who wrote about the Yakuza. Around 4 p.m., Alex called me over casually and pulled his cock out of the bathrobe he’d donned again after we got out of the shower.

“Give me some cockwarming, babe,” Alex ordered. I put his semi-hard dick in my mouth and just held it there while he kept reading for another hour. My jaw was so sore by the end of that hour that I thought it would be locked in place. When Alex pulled it out, though, I found I could still move my jaw. 

“On the floor, hands and knees,” Alex ordered me, putting his book aside. He got behind me and I felt the head of his cock at my entrance for the second time today.

“I figured after I abused your pussy this morning, you deserved me to use you more lovingly today, too,” Alex said.

Alex spat into his hand and lubed my hole with it, then spat three more times and coated his dick. It wasn’t lube, which I would have killed for right now, but it was enough to ease his intrusion into my still-sore pussy.

He leaned over me as he slowly pushed in and then withdrew from my hole, wrapping his arms around me and teasing my nipples. 

“You’re such a good boy,” Alex whispered. I let out the softest of moans. “You know how to be a good and worshipful slave, a submissive toy, a respectful inferior to my guests and then how to be a loving and caring boyfriend.”

His words thrilled me just as much as his insults and degradation during the morning fuck, but in a totally different way. I felt that he truly cared about me, that he was truly proud of me.

Alex took his time, but he still finished inside me much quicker than that morning. When he was done, though, he told me to roll onto my back and hold my legs back. He laid down next to me and started kissing me as he slowly inserted three fingers into my hole, using his own cum as lube. He found my prostate and started teasing it. 

After a minute, Alex moved his arm that was supporting my head enough that he could reach my left nipple and started licking and nibbling on my right. And that did it. The knowledge that I was full of his cum, the stimulation to my prostate, the attention to my nipples. I blew my load without warning, it came on so fast I didn’t have time to shout out, “I’m cumming!”

Alex smiled and pulled his fingers out of me, but kept teasing my nipples for a few seconds. Then he put his cock to my lips and I cleaned that off, too. He kissed me and surveyed the mess I’d made.

Cum all over my body and a little on the floor. He put his cummy fingers to my mouth and I cleaned them. 

“Lick up the cum on the floor, then go get yourself cleaned up,” Alex ordered with a kind smile and soft eyes. “Houseboy washed the floors today, so aside from the cum they’re clean.”

I nodded my head. Alex stood and sat back down in his chair and resumed reading his book. I got on my hands and knees and cleaned up first my cum that hadn’t landed on my body, then his cum that’d leaked out of my hole. A few drops fell from my chest while I was doing that, so I licked that up, too, then went to shower.

And as I stepped in and thought about today, I realized something. I hadn’t been with Alex very long, but already I was in love with him.

The rest of the night went smoothly. Armando came back, fixed dinner and we went to bed early. Alex gave me a melatonin to help me sleep, and then I woke up to find his cock waiting at my lips. I opened my mouth and he fucked a load down my throat, leaving me with tears and my nose leaking from the barrage. He didn’t take his time this time around and his cum was a little more watery than normal. He had to get to work, he told me, and he’d cum so much over the weekend that his loads wouldn’t be as thick for a couple of days. 

Monday went by in a flash. I was instructed to continue reading my book and to tidy up our bedroom. Normally that would be Armando’s job, Alex told me, but he didn’t have any other tasks for me today so I would do that and then could relax the rest of the day.

When he came home, Alex and I ate dinner, then he casually fucked his houseboy and we went to bed. Tuesday was a little more hectic. Alex went to work after feeding me his cum, but he left me a note with instructions. I was to help Armando clean the apartment and make it spotless.

“Your mother is coming for dinner tomorrow night,” he wrote in the note. And that sent sudden anxiety coursing through me for the rest of the day. I had completely forgotten about my mother’s dinner visit. I wished it could have stayed that way. “I want this place beyond spotless, so please try to help Houseboy. He’ll scrub the floors and the baseboards and clean the windows and blinds. If you could organize things and make sure all the furniture is clean and decor is in its perfect place, I think that would be great.”

By the time Alex arrived, I was almost done cleaning the glass on a picture frame holding in it an ancient and undoubtedly priceless piece of paper with beautiful Celtic writing on it and Armando was just finishing up making sure the door handles and knobs in the apartment were completely free of fingerprints or smudges.

“This place looks fantastic,” Alex said after Armando and I, not knowing he’d come in until he was in the large second living room, hurriedly bowed to greet him.

That night, Alex laid down in bed and called me in to take a bottle of lube and stroke his glorious golden-tan cock. 

I took the monster in my hand, my middle finger and thumb just millimeters from each other but unable to meet, and used my other hand to cup and roll around his balls. Alex laid on the bad breathing comfortably. I stroked up and down, pulling his foreskin over and then away from the gorgeous mushroom head. At one point, I moved the hand that was gently playing with his balls to his nipple and tweaked and teased it. He let out little happy moans and after about a half hour of my handjob, shot cum all over himself.

“Can I…,” I started after he didn’t say anything for half a minute. “... can I, um, can I clean the cum off of you, Alex? With my tongue, I mean.”

He looked at me with a proud smile.

“Sure babe,” Alex said. “It’s all yours.”

Even with the melatonin to help me sleep that night, I was tossing and turning for hours. Alex, seemingly completely at ease with the fact that my mother was coming to visit, was out in a matter of minutes after he and I showered together. 

Wednesday, Alex left before I woke up, apparently having decided to let me sleep in, and left a note with instructions for me to press the clothes he’d picked out for me for the night and then spend the rest of the day relaxing. Armando would be spending the whole day going over the apartment with a magnifying glass (figuratively speaking? I wondered) and making sure the place was spotless. I was to spend my day in the master suite watching Asian TV, reading my book or playing Animal Crossing on the Nintendo Switch I found in a brand new box on the bed. 

“A special treat for my special boy,” Alex had written on a second note attached to the box. “You’ve been very good lately, so I wanted to give you a little reward.”

In the first note, he said he’d be home early from work today and that he expected me to be on my best behavior while my mother was here.

True to his word, Alex was home two hours early. We greeted him and Alex gave me a lingering kiss, then ordered Armando to start on dinner then go and spend the night with friends. 

“I don’t feel like cooking, but I’ll tell your mother I made dinner, OK?” Alex asked me. “And tonight, you can say ‘Yes, Sir,’ and ‘No, Sir,’ but we don’t want your mother to worry about the type of relationship we have. So you’ll get dressed about 45 minutes before she is to arrive, we’ll give her a tour of a couple of parts of the apartment and then we’ll sit down to dinner.”

“Yes, Master,” I said with a smile. He smirked at me, so I added, “I wanted to say it while I’m still allowed.”

Alex chuckled and we walked into the bedroom together. There, he gave me another lingering kiss, then said he was going to take a shower and start getting ready. 

At 45 minutes before my mother was to arrive, I hopped in the shower for a quick wash, brushed my teeth, fixed my hair and got dressed. Alex had picked out a blue Gucci dress shirt, Boss slacks, a Prada belt and Ferragamo shoes, which I was for the first time since I arrived in Alex’s home allowed to wear in the apartment.

“Your mom might think you’re my sugar baby dressed like that,” Alex said with a roaring laugh. “But it’ll be better than her knowing you’re my slave and being scared for her son.”

Mom arrived and Alex told me to come with him to greet her at the door. When he opened it, she looked shocked. I don’t know if she expected my boyfriend to be white or to look older or to be dressed more casually or what, but she quickly recovered. She introduced herself as Kate and Alex introduced himself. She went in to shake his hand but he insisted on a hug. 

I gave my mom a hug, uncomfortably aware that I was wearing a most-likely permanent chastity cage while hugging the woman who gave birth to me, and Alex and I showed her around. We went to the kitchen, dining room, living room, second living room (or “drawing room” as Alex told her it was). Armando’s room that he described as a guest room, the actual guest room and, finally, our bedroom. 

My mom, to her credit, didn’t seem in the slightest uncomfortable when Alex said, “And this is where we sleep.”

“You’ve got such a gorgeous home,” She gushed. 

For dinner, Alex (really Armando) had sushi as an appetizer and prepared a fancy steak dinner with a compote and a glaze or something. To be honest, I’ve never been much of a chef and I forgot what everything was as soon as he finished saying it. Tiramisu for desert. 

The whole time, my mom and Alex were talking about what he does for a living and how we met and where he grew up and what she does and how my father left when I was young, what I was like as a child. I cycled between listening intently, worrying about what impressions the two were making on each other and becoming uncomfortably aware of the fact that I was in chastity sitting next to the man I willingly submit to as my Master, Owner and God, but all-in-all the night was surprisingly enjoyable.

I only talked a little, chiming in on the sanitized version of how Alex and I met at the club. My mom said she worried it was a little quick for me to move in with a boyfriend, but Alex seemed to calm her by saying simply, “We hit it off right away, and I think Jackson and I have a real future together. We talked about it, he stayed with me for the weekend just to kind of get a taste and we decided we wanted to see if we could make it work this way.”

In the end, my mother seemed as pleased as she could be with anybody I would ever date.

I walked her out to her car and she asked me if I was sure this was the right situation for me.

“I just want to make sure you’re happy and safe and you don’t get hurt,” my mom said.

Feeling anxious, I decided to confide in her how I felt for Alex.

“I know it’s quick, and I know I’m young,” I said, taking a breath and bracing myself for what I was about to say. It would be the first time saying it out loud. “I’m pretty sure I’m already in love with him.”

My mom didn’t say anything at first, but she did start to tear up. 

“Oh, Jacky,” she said, a name only she called me and that I was exceedingly thankful she hadn’t used in front of Alex. “I’m happy for you. It’s a lot sooner than I hoped you’d be moving out, but you have always been more mature than other boys your age. But just know that if anything ever happens, if you ever need me, I’ll be here.”

I started crying now, too, and we hugged each other. I was more aware now than ever of the cage around my dick, but I pushed it out of my mind to enjoy this moment with my mother.

I saw my mom off, then gave myself a moment to dry my eyes before walking back in.

It was finally official in both my heart and mind now. I was in love with Alex Hwang-Tanaka.