The Alex Chronicles

Chapter 71

Visiting “Auntie Helen”

It doesn’t take very long to get started. Master opens the car door for me and cracks me on the ass with His crop which causes me to hurry up and get into my seat and damn, it hurts when I slam myself down on the seat so hard. And off we go. Not wanting to risk getting into trouble already, I say, “Thank You, Master, for helping Your slave get into the car.”

He answers, “It’s the least I could do. If you want anymore, just get out and bend over the hood of the car and drop your pants, boy, and I’ll give you even more than you think you can handle.”

That sounds so fucking hot, so I just let it sink in for a while, pretending He wasn’t only just pretending to be mean and threatening.

“Master, You know You can do that to this slave any time, anywhere, and any way You want. Your slave is the keeper of the pain.”

“Of course I can. I fucking own you, faggot!”

And I lower my head and whisper, “Yes, Master, completely and with no limit.”

Master chuckles. “don’t get carried away, alex. You could never live up to what you just offered Me, and you know it!”

“But a slave can hope, can’t it, Master, for that day to finally arrive.”

He starts the car and drives off and gets pensive. Then He begins: “I’ve just decided that I am not very fond of the phrase “no limit,” and, in fact, forbid it to be used between us whether we are joking around or being totally serious. And this is why: If a slave offers itself to me with “no limits,” that means I could have it tattooed from head to foot, have all its teeth torn out so it can give better blow jobs, burn its flesh with a blowtorch here and there, and maybe even have it castrated. So think twice before you tell Me that you hope the day of “no limits” will actually arrive. Just being serious here. I hate it when I see young kids looking for Doms or Masters on line and like to use that phrase to describe how willing they are to serve while having absolutely no idea of what that could possibly mean for real. Sometimes I even write and challenge them, but it is a losing battle and I guess they’ll have to learn about it the hard way when all of a sudden some Dom somewhere decides to hit the boy as hard as He possibly can or punch it around like a rag doll. And, of course, even worse might happen.”

“sometimes You make so much sense, Master. Never would have thought of it like that. Your slave promises it will never say those words again, Master.”

“Good boy. Now take down your pants so I can smack your thighs like a good slaveboy.”

I do what He says and make sure my knees are spread as far apart as they can go. We continue to ride along and He says, “hands back behind the seat like the other day,” and I wrap my hands and arms around the back of my seat and hold myself tightly there, knowing there will hell to pay if I let go for any reason.

“I love You, Master,” I say to Him, and this isn’t an attempt to get Him to go easy on me, because I know He would never fall for that. I just say it so that He understands I am going to submit to however much He wants to give me right now.

And His hand comes crashing down on my left inner thigh, not once but three times quickly in succession, and He has to take a deep breath since He put so much effort into it. I cry out without reservation, knowing it pleases Him to hear my pain, as long as I’m not faking anything. And He would be able to tell in a second. He’s very strange like that, as if He has some kind of mental line into my brain. So If I cry out from anything, that’s because it hurts more than I can easily handle.

He puts both hands on the wheel because He’s moving on to a parkway, but as soon as He is settled in the lane He wants, and before I even realize He was about to do anything, He punches me in the balls and it is a good one! Sheee-t! I hang on tight and groan an awful sound as my gut is wrenched into knots. Does He really know what this is like? Shit! I shouldn’t be thinking like that. Dammit.

“Permission to confess, Master?”

“What is it, boy?”

“Your slave began to have doubtful thoughts and wondered if You ever really found out what it is like to have Your balls punched and tortured?”

“Stupid thing to think. You should know the answer to that question, and never forget this: I willingly allowed things to be done to Me along the way not because I had any desire or interest in receiving that kind of treatment, but so I would know exactly what pain of all kinds is like.”

“Sorry for doubting You, Master.”

“You should be, and you will pay the consequences, I assure you.”

“Yes, Master,” I tried to say but His fist came crashing into me again, same spot and I screamed like I was being murdered, and I actually went right past tears and into sobbing.

“Yes, baby, I know what that feels like inside your gut. Do you have any further doubts to raise?”

“Absolutely not, Master. Thank You for punishing this slave so it will continue to train its mind well.”

And I close my eyes and let the subs resolve into scattered hiccups. He pulls His handkerchief out of His pocket and hands to me and tells me to dry my eyes and wipe my face and bow my nose.

Shortly after that, He makes a left into a driveway which leads to a lovely little cottage with an abundant flower garden and a brick walk to the front door. As soon as Master approaches the door, with His slave in tow, the door opens and there is Auntie Helen with Her wide arms spread and She folds Master into Her bosom and kisses Him on the cheek, then lets go and He walks inside and begins speaking to a women I guess is Fran. Meanwhile, Auntie Helen pinches my cheek and gives me one of those abundant hugs that I wish would never end, and then She takes me by the hand and walks out the door with me, closes it behind Her and walks me to the back of the house where there is a lovely gazebo with sets of swings hanging from the roof. She goes to the widest of the swings and sits Herself down, then pats Her lap, and I sit there, wiggling a little because of where Master hit me so hard, and try to nestle into Her.

“What happened, baby boy, did Daddy have to get tough with you?”

“Yes, Auntie Helen. And it really hurts a lot. AS I was trying to get into the car, Master whapped me good and hard on my ass with His worst riding crop, and I’m only wearing a jock under these light pants, so it struck hard and probably marked me up good. Not that I’m complaining, but, so please .  .

“Don’t worry your little head, sweetheart. it’s just that I want to know how He’s treating you and to make sure that you are happy as His owned slaveboy. And sometimes, I want to see evidence, so hop up, lad, and drop those trousers so Auntie Helen can have a look.”

Damn, that was embarrassing! But, of course I did what She told me to do, and I could feel Her fingers tracing the boundaries of the welt I guess it left there. Then She took hold of my pants and raised them up again. “Yes, indeed, your Master marked up your cute little ass real good. That’s gonna be a good reminder for you for at least a day or maybe even more.” So tell Auntie Helen what it means to you, alex, to know that this man you idolize with all your heart and soul is free to punish you as He sees fit, to beat you as He wishes, and to control just about every aspect of your life for you. Do you truly need all that? Is it making you happy? Is there something you wish would change?” I’m not going to go back to your Master with what you say, boy. This is privileged conversation between a special Aunt and her most-loved nephew that She has decided to take under Her wing. And She kisses my cheek. And a tear runs down from my left eye.

Yes, Auntie Helen, I have idolized Him since I was a little boy, and I couldn’t believe my good fortune when I learned that He wanted me as His slave, and that He was a talented and demanding Master and that even though He loves me too, He loves me “as His slave” as He says to me all the time. And all those things that You said, Auntie Helen, they are all true. He does have that power over His slave, in all ways, and I know that He likes to hear my outcries when He is giving me pain or punishment, and that in all things I have resolved myself to completely surrender to His will and to His decisions.

As far as what I wish would change, I have to think hard because I really don’t know . . . oh wait! There is one thing that I wish He would change.”

“What is that, child?”

“I know that this slave deserves to be punished any time and any way that Master decides it is necessary and I accept His punishments and even thank Him for them. But there’s one thing. I just wish He would stop using Michael so often to be the one to punish me.”

“And why do you wish that?”

“Because it isn’t the same. Because I always feel that Michael can’t stand me and that He enjoys making me suffer whenever He can. Because all I can do is submit to what He does to me but I get no masochistic pleasure from it because it is just brutality that I’m suffering.

“Brutality. That’s a powerful word, sweetheart. Is it the right word?”

“Sometimes I feel it is, Auntie Helen.”

“Alex, I know that your Master would be horrified to learn that He is subjecting you to brutality when He sends Michael to punish you. You need to find a way to let Him know that. Even if it requires you to break down completely and beg Him through sobs and tears.”

“But He would know it’s an act. He’s uncanny, Auntie Helen.”

She looks down at me and smiles at me. “Well then if you feel He has that ability to probe your mind in some parascientific way, then keep that at the forefront of your mind sometimes and we’ll just have to find out how long it takes Him to read those thoughts, because they are powerful thoughts. They are based in fear. And no good Master or Mistress even really wants a slave to be suffering real fear from something basically outside the relationship. I know I would flip my lid if I found out that someone was brutalizing my Frannie. Oh, speaking of which, let’s not be rude any longer. Let’s go inside so you can get to meet your cousin Frannie.”

And we go inside. There are some wonderful smells coming from the kitchen, and then this most adorable black lab comes up to me and immediately begins licking my hands. I kneel down to pet it and snuggle with it, and Master comes out of the kitchen and chuckles to see me making friends with their dog, and He says to me, “Baby, as long as you’re down there on the ground now anyway, just stay down there. Come crawl inside here so you can meet your cousin Fran.”

And I do. And when I get in there and life my eyes, I behold one of the most beautiful young women I have ever seen. Long blond tresses and bright blue eyes, wearing a slave collar that looks as if it were made of diamonds, pretty bare feet and a big old apron wrapped around her to protect her from burns. But the apron is long a few inches longer than her waist. So I’m not the only one subjected to funny states of dress! (Of course, I’ve always known that!)

The vision speaks to me. “Hey, alex, kid, I would have been glad to get down there on the floor with you, baby but I’m doing the cooking so I have to stand. But everything is just about ready. Come stand up and help your cousin Frannie to put the food on the table.” I gladly get up to help her, after first looking to Master for His nod indicating that I have His permission to stand.

So as it ends up, Frannie and I serve the luncheon to Master and Auntie Helen, and then Frannie goes back to the cooking area and fills two bowls of food for us, takes off her apron and I see all She wears is a thong and Her diamond collar and her breasts are a good size, not too big, but I try not to look at them. Meanwhile, Master comes over and has me kick off the sneakers, drop the pants and lose the shirt, and I am there in just my jock strap, so Frannie and I are equally exposed, and Frannie helps me get settled on the floor in the corner with her next to me. Auntie Helen gets up and hands the bowls to Frannie and Frannie gives me mine and whispers to me, “this has cooled off so it won’t burn you,” and she puts her head into the bowl and eats the same way I’ve been trained to eat when not given utensils. Hmmm… Not surprising since I’ve been told that Master and Auntie Helen ‘go a long way back.’

Frannie isn’t saying anything so I just assume we’re not allowed to talk. We make eyes at each other and smile a lot, and I feel somewhat giddy in her presence and that is indeed a very sweet thing.

Master and Helen are having a lively conversation, but I’m so transfixed by being on the floor with my subbie cousin that I don’t even try to listen in to what they’re talking about. Finally, they get up and walk into the living room. Frannie stands up and helps me do so as well, and begins cleaning the kitchen, and I just decide to stay there and help her as well. Master comes to the door once but turns back into the living room once He sees that I’m being a good boy and helping clean up the kitchen.

Once we’re finished, Frannie gets back down on all fours and crawls into the living room, and I follow until finally able to kneel before Master and rest my head in His lap. He caresses me while they continue talking. “Even though I’m a bit disappointed that we’re not going to get a chance to celebrate your marriage, the reasons you give are eminently understandable and I appreciate Your wisdom as You decided how to handle the details. It’s a bit funny how hard You had to work to get Your witnesses and friends to grasp the fact that the marriage is nothing more than a legal contract to protect Your slave, and that there neither was nor is no will be anything romantic meant by that. And man, it was fucking brilliant for You to strip Your slave right after You gave Your little talk, so that all could see it as the slave it is and not as some kind of blushing bride. And THEN, after all that, to send the slave into the back room to service a horny teenager who wants to become a Dom. Honey, this would make an amazing piece of theater!”

“And I promise you, sister dear, that I intend to make the collaring an event that will fill many a gay magazine with pictures and accompanying stories. I’ve already put the publicity director of Dad’s corporation to work on coming up with a suitable way to announce it and present it to the public. And, if all goes the way I have planned, this is going to be an opportunity for a great many people to begin to understand that the bdsm world contains so much freedom to invent and reinvent roles of behavior and types of relationship. it might blow the roof off of some up-tight people’s little temples!”

Helen claps here hands and then beckons for Frannie to climb up onto Her lap. Meanwhile, I remain as He wanted me, on my knees with my head in His lap, and one of His hands is blocking my vision, so I just close up and sink into my inner space until He decides He has any other need for me.

“I really like that collar,” Helen tells Master. “Clever idea, having rings on all four sides. So much potential for all kinds of bondage positions.”

“Go see Spike. In fact, call Him in advance and give Him the dimensions You want, and He’ll have samples set up and ready for You when You go there.”

“You sure He won’t mind catering to women?”

“Definitely sure. He has a lot of merchandise more suitable for women than for men, believe me. You’ll love it when You get to go there. But don’t bring Fran. I’m not sure what Spike would make of that whole thing, and it might be too overwhelming for Fran, because I can tell you, Spike didn’t hold back anything at all from My slave. Put it through its paces. I don’t know His feelings about subbies. But by all means, talk to Him about it when you call Him. He is very straightforward and direct, and He is also a good business man, so He’ll surely welcome You and Your business.”

Master continues, “so tell me, sister. Did you have a nice chitchat with my boy here?”

“Excellent and totally private, Billy. if You want to know anything else, ask the slave on Your way home. And by the way, that crop of Yours can lay a vicious welt on a boy’s ass. Just look at it.”

Master orders me to stand up and turn around so He can inspect His slave’s ass. He says nothing about it and orders me to go get dressed again, but then changes His mind. “No, slave. Go sit naked in the car and wait for Me to bring you home. I might want to lay a couple more welts on you before we get home. Come give Auntie Helen a hug and then say goodbye to Frannie, and get your ass outside and into the car.”

I do as ordered. I lay a long time in Auntie Helen’s arms and She whispers to me, “Tell Him exactly what you told Me.” and I nod my head, go say good bye to Frannie. She kisses me on the cheek and I smile as I step outside almost totally naked and get into the hot car and wait for Master, while the hot seat is burning me where He whipped me.