The Alex Chronicles

After fitful sleep as a result of yesterday’s punishments, I wake up when Master rattles the bars of my cage. He orders me to take a big sip from the pissy water He left me. Good way to begin in deep slave space. He unlocks the door and tells me to crawl out to the leather-covered table and to climb up there and lie on my back so He can inspect me. He helps me up there and takes a look at the results of last night’s whipping. “Hmmm, nice stripes from your neck down to your knees. I hope Mitchell will get a charge out of seeing you this way.” Again He takes off my cage to inspect my cock for serious damage, but He says it is fine. Master washes down the cock, reminding me to avoid using the word “my” as much as possible, and reminds me that He reads every chapter of this tale before He allows this slave to post it, and He thinks it is time for this slave to write the same way it is being trained to speak. This will help form its way of thinking and reinforce its understanding of what it is. Then Master locks the slave dick up again. Slave begs permission to ask for something. Master agrees.

“Master, this slave begs You for permission to cum after being locked up for several days.”

“Permission denied. Why the fuck would you be thinking about cumming? How fucking selfish can you be? Don’t you realize that by being denied orgasms all that horniness is transferred to your mouth and tongue and ass so that you are more driven to give pleasure to your Master? If you would be allowed to cum, slave, your enthusiasm would be reduced. I don’t want that to happen to you. And you are complaining about being denied orgasms for several days? What the fuck are you going to do when you find out that you will be denied orgasms for several months, except for when you are lucky enough to cum while your Master is fucking you? THOSE are the orgasms you should be begging for, not the kind that you give your Master or other Doms. Remember that when you labor later today to drink cum from Master Mitchell’s cock. That’s the cum that should give you the most pleasure, not that puny watery slime that comes from a slave dick.”

“Master, this slave begs forgiveness for being so selfish to ask for such a thing.”

“You are forgiven, boy, but don’t ever let me hear you ask again or I will remove your cage and whip your groin with the strap!” Well, that settles that issue for this slave.

Master removes the spreader-strap from the scrotum, which is an incredible relief and this slave thanks Him profusely,  especially as Master begins to massage the slave’s scrotum. What wonderful relief, at least until Master starts squeezing the balls. I cry out, “they are Yours, Master.”

“What is their purpose, alex, since they are not there to manufacture cum for you any more?”

“Their purpose, Master, this slave thinks, is to be available to You as a way to give pain to this slave.”

“Good answer, boy. Remember that.” One more extreme squeeze, causing this slave to cry out, and Master lets go and then rubs some of that soothing oil into them. “This oil has CBD in it,” Master informs the slave, and the slave thanks Master for being so kind, especially after it had been so naughty yesterday.

Next, Master takes that wonderful lotion He uses on the slave after whippings and gently dresses the slave’s welts with it. It feels so good that this slave relaxes a bit and actually falls asleep.

Next thing it knows is that Master is washing its face with warm water and begins to shave it bare. For the first time since early yesterday, the slave looks up into Master’s face and sees love and caring in His eyes and smiles contentedly. “You just slept for an entire hour without moving and you’re looking a little better. I want you looking fresh for Master Mitchell. From looking at you, I could see that you did not sleep well last night, correct?” “That is true, Master, both from the pain of the whipping it received and from hunger and from sadness in being locked away for so long without the pleasure of Master’s company or His touch.”

“Them’s the breaks, kid,” Master says, chuckling. “them’s the way a naughty slave learns to improve its behavior. Get it, alex?”

“Yes, Master, it understands and confesses that it admires Your training technique, even when it causes this slave so much misery.”

“Misery is part of a slave’s life, boy. You’ve been to the ranch. You know how lucky you are, boy, how easily you get off most of the time.”

‘Yes, Master, and this slave loves You for the way You treat it, blending severity with kindness, and the way so often, Master, You are a good Daddy.”

Master smiles at me and kisses me on the lips. I suck to drink from His mouth, knowing how much that pleases Him, knowing how much it also pleases this pig.

“See if you can manage to get off the table and stand up on your own, boy.”

I manage, but legs are shaky after a long evening and night locked in the cage which doesn’t allow it to stretch out its legs.

“Hmmmm…..” Master thinks. “I may need to get a slightly longer cage for you. I’m not pleased with how weak your legs get being locked in this cage. What will happen, I wonder, if I have reason to lock you up for longer and longer periods of time?”

I fight that thought and then remember the pain I suffered at the whipping post last night and immediately confess to Master: “Master, this slave just had resistant thoughts at the idea of being locked up for long periods of time.”

“Good, alex. But tell Me: was it resistance, or was it fear? Fear that you wouldn’t be able to endure it?”

I think carefully and Master waits for my answer “Master, just the thought that it would be horrible and that this slave couldn’t endure it.”

“alex, you have more endurance than you realize, and besides that, you must learn to trust that your Master knows how to increase things gradually. Don’t forget that your Master has experienced first hand almost everything that you do, and that includes long term imprisonment, longer than anything you will ever endure.”

“May this slave ask . . . “

“not right now. Go upstairs and make cheese omelets and coffee for both of us, and I will allow you to eat at the table to give you a bit of a break before Mitchell arrives. Four eggs in each omelet since we are both pretty hungry. Use a separate pan for each, and a lot of butter, boy.”

“yes, Master.” I manage to get up the stairs on my own, go and put on the coffee and get the things out I need to make the omelets. My stomach gurgles, I am so hungry.

Master comes up and stands behind me and kisses the tops of my shoulders. They, too, are sore from the little whip Master used on them last night while this slave was worshiping His feet.

“You are hungry, Master? Didn’t You have any supper?”

“I did, boy. I ordered out some Chinese food for delivery, but you know what happens when you eat Chinese food . . . you get hungry an hour later!” He starts to laugh and I giggle along with him and once again have to confess a thought to Master.

“Master, this slave just had a pang of jealousy.”

“Understandable, slave, but remember this: the only person that jealousy hurts is the person who entertains it.”

“Yes, Master. This slave is fortunate for having such a wise Master.”

“Glad you realize that, boy. I’m going to take a shower. By the time I’m done, you should have My breakfast ready for Me.”

“yes, Master.”

“And forget about taking a shower yourself, boy. It won’t be advisable considering. But I will allow you to wash your armpits and your ass after breakfast.”

He leaves before I can say anything at all. Feeling a bit more cheerful, I work at preparing breakfast, and even begin to feel some excitement at what will be happening when Mitchell gets here. He’s so fucking cute, especially when He slips into a take-charge mode.

Master comes back from His shower with only a towel around His waist. So damn hot, He is. This slave is just putting the plates on the table along with fresh cups of coffee. Master goes to the fridge and takes out orange juice. He fills the slave’s sippy cup and puts it next to its plate. “thank You, Daddy.”

“You need the sugar, boy. I expect you to be eager when obeying Mitchell’s commands.”

“Oh, this slave promises to be eager serving that hot and cute little hunk, Master.”

“Lustful, are you, slave?”

I giggle. “Yes, Master.”

“I’m glad. It will be a treat for you today. You can be a real perverted faggot, servicing a 19yo boy who is still wet behind the ears.”

I giggle. “Eat your food, boy.”

I eat ravenously and drink my coffee and juice, recalling how reluctant I was last night to drink from the water bottle that Master had pissed in. I sure hope He cleans it out before the next time He locks this slave up in its cage.

We eat mostly silently. We are both hungry, me more than Master. Once done, Master gets up from the table and tells me to clean the kitchen and then go and wash as He has directed me: armpits and asshole after an enema.

When I return from the bathroom, Master is on the phone. So, noon tomorrow? Robert has already agreed to meet then, and I’ve asked him to pick up a new cage for me and gave him the dimensions. Excellent, Michael. See you soon! Goodbye for now.”

He looks up at me and tells me that Michael and Robert will be here tomorrow and will stay for probably two or three days, and that He has ordered a longer cage. I thank Him profusely. Just then, we hear a car pull up to the cabin.

“that must be Mitchell. Down, slave! For the time Mitchell is here, you are property and will be treated as such.” I drop to the floor and Master gets up to greet His guest. I was going to say “our guest,” but that’s not true. Mitchel is Master’s guest. I am the toy for the day. Nonetheless, I am really excited to see Mitchell again and to submit to whatever Master has in store for me as He begins to train the young man in the art of becoming a Dom.