The Alex Chronicles

So here’s a digression to let you know what went down between alex’ Master and MM:

Master: Dude, I have to make a suggestion concerning your method for treating a slave.

MM: Sure. Whatever you want, Sir.

Master: You have simply got to stop watching all that bdsm porn. It’s fucking up your style. Those things are using actors who must be getting paid an awful lot to be treated like that. In real life, I’ve never ever met a sub who could take what they dish out in those videos. Not only that, but the interactions between Doms and “subs” are filled with brutality, and subs are treated as if they are inhuman pieces of garbage. No matter what goes into a roleplay, we always have remember that we are dealing with real people, many of whom have great vulnerabilities, all people who, like us, are seeking connections and even love based on what their particular kinks are and what side of the fence they lie on. Please give this a lot of thought. And get the fuck off the Internet---the bdsm stuff on there is horrid!

MM I’ll take all that into consideration for sure, Sir. I never really thought critically about the porn I watch.

Master: Far better that you watch the way I deal with alex. Learn from my example. And, besides that, don’t forget that I told you that I never put my slave through anything that I haven’t experienced myself. Based on that fact, the next part of your training with me is not going be as much fun as you might expect.

MM Up-oh!

Master: Uh-oh is right! Now let’s go to breakfast. My slave is preparing us a treat. Let’s enjoy it, and don’t sneer at the slaveboy, whatever you do!

I’m just about finishing breakfast when Master and MM come in. MM looks very thoughtful, so I’m hoping they had a good chat. Master comes up behind me and puts His arms around me and kisses the back of my neck. “All ready, Master.”  I put two plates on the table and the pancakes and bacon. Everything else is already set. They both sit down and I go and kneel on the cushion next to Master, eager to be fed. He winks at me and takes a piece of bacon, splits it in half, and puts one end to my lips with His fingers. I snatch it up and lick the salt and grease off His fingers.

MM watches, somewhat mystified. “Do you make the slave eat like that all the time, or do you sometimes put in on the floor for it to eat like the animal it is?”

Master says nothing, but cuts a piece of pancake and gives that to me as well, and I take it off His fork and happily eat it up.

“This has nothing to do with humiliation, Mitchell. This is about the Master taking care of His slave, showing His superiority, His responsibility for the slave. As much as possible, I like to arrange things so that most of what My slave eats or drinks comes directly from My own body.” He gives me more pancake and eats some Himself, after He’s fed me. This isn’t just My slave, Mitchell. This is My boy. The boy I love. And I’ll tell You something else for You to store away somewhere. If a boy can’t come to respect and even, yes, love you, that boy won’t be Your boy for very long. After a while, all these power games we play would get really tiresome and even annoying if there isn’t some link that is much deeper than a mere Master/slave roleplay. Again, this is something that those videos never show.”

I can tell that Master has gotten somewhat annoyed with MM, but I don’t think He can tell yet. I’m glad I let Master know that it wasn’t working out for me with MM any more, that somehow, a switch had been flipped inside of me and now He was nothing special, and despite His youth and good looks, there was little there for me to admire, and therefore little desire to please Him any further be being like a dog He could kick around just for the fun of it.

Wow! I’m actually feeling anger here. Maybe I’m feeding off Master’s mood about this, but usually my slave mentality drives me to let go and surrender, no.matter.what. But, like I said, something happened last night that changed the picture totally.

We finish our breakfasts. MM is going to shower, finally! I start cleaning up from breakfast like the good domestic servant I am for Master, and He goes into His office. I can hear Him on the phone but I can’t hear what He’s saying. Doesn’t matter. I’m learning not to be so curious about things that are none of my business. My business is very simple: obeying Master, whatever it takes.

I finish cleaning things up and make my way to His office and get down on the floor next to Him, knowing it always pleases Him to have His slave nearby, even when the slave hasn’t been given any particular command. It pleases Him to know how His slave wants to be near Him, however He wants the slave to be. I start to bow to the ground because He likes it, and because whenever I am with Him, I always have this drive to humble myself before Him, to get as low as I can possibly get. Naked, obedient, adoring, worshipping, serving, even groveling. That’s how I’m made. I’m coming to understand that more and more as time passes. And now that we’re married, even more I want to be tied to Him in physical as well as legal ways. I’m getting impatient. I wish Spike would get Master’s collar ready for Him to put it on me as a symbol that I am permanent possession of His.

Master is finishing up a conversation. “One half hour? That would be perfect. We’ll see you outside then. And please use the company card to treat yourself to a wonderful lunch as well. You’re very welcome Smitty. See you in 30.”

Master gets up from His desk and takes me by the hand to help me stand up. “I’ve made arrangements for Smitty to drive you down to have lunch with Phil today. I’ve got some plans for MM today that you don’t need to be around for. This part of His “training” is going to be about Him experiencing some of the things that a slave has to go through, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh my,” I almost giggle. “Good timing, Billy, as far as I think.”

“you think right, alex. So anyway, no need for you to be around to see this. It would only embarrass Him and cause Him to try to assert His dominance. Better you go and have a nice day to make up for the lousy night you had. Fortunately, Smitty is free to drive so you can just sit in the back and even take a nap if you need to. Wear black dress pants and a blue dress shirt. Loafers and socks. No collar. But put on the wedding ring that’s on the dresser next to the strap. Ha, ha! Nice combination eh? The ring and the strap. Both important parts of your life.” He tweaks my nipple and I kiss the hand that is hanging on to it as I inhale to absorb the pain.

I go and get dressed. When I go back to Master’s office, He takes a look at me and smacks me on the ass. “You’re so fucking hot looking right now I just want to tear off your clothes and flog your ass before I fuck it.”

“You can do whatever You want to this slave, Master. You know I belong to You.”

“Well, right now I’m going to walk you out to the car and give you a kiss before I send you off to the wild city for an afternoon with your pal. Make sure you bring your new ID and your credit card. And you can take your phone out of the drawer and turn it on.”

“Yes, Master.” I go to get the things He told me to get. At the same time, MM comes out of His room, wet hair and a towel around His waist. Still a stud. Still sexy as hell. And I almost laugh out loud, thinking of what he’s going to be facing while I’m having a good time in the city.

Master turns to MM. “Don’t bother getting dressed, Mitchell. As soon as I get my slave out of here, You are going to become my slave for a few hours so we can do some of the things that I think it’s time for you to experience before I send you back to play with that kid you have your eye on. But don’t forget: you can’t try anything you haven’t experienced. Just go sit on the couch and be patient while I get my boy off for the day.”

Mitchell’s training continues.

Billy sees His slave off on His day-trip to see his friend. He comes back into the house and walks into the living room where MM is seated on the couch, looking a bit nervous, wearing nothing but a towel.

“Stand up, boy,” He says. Mitchell gets up sluggishly.

Billy slaps him on the ass. “Sit down again.” Mitchell sits, confused.

“I don’t care whether or not you have any submissive traits in you at all. For the remainder of your time here, you will be my slave and I will have you experience what I think you need to experience at this point. I want you to know, however, that there will definitely be some punishment involved because, and this isn’t a roleplay, this is just me speaking to you: You deserve to be punished for the brute way you treated alex last night. Because of that, I will no longer trust you to be alone with the slave, and you will no longer be able to give it any commands. That is part of your punishment. The other part will be a good spanking. NOW: When told to move, you so do quickly and enthusiastically, not the sluggish way you stood up before. For the purposes of our little lesson now, I am giving you a new name. Your name will be kik. And so, kik, STAND UP!”

He stands, better this time. “That was better. Now lose the towel. Let it drop to the floor and stand naked before your Master.”

kik drops the towel and looks embarrassed.

“feel the embarrassment and the humiliation. It’s what every slave experiences when it is viewed naked by someone for the first time. And, by the way, I never have had the pleasure of seeing you naked, so I am enjoying see you this way. Now, present yourself respectfully: stand up straight, head up but eyes down, good posture, and your hands behind your back so I can get a closer look.”

Kik adjusts itself. “Good boy.”

Billy, touches kik just about everywhere, concentrating on pulling its balls and noticing that its cock is chubbing up.

“Interesting. Getting hard at this treatment. That says something about part of your nature, boy. I’m glad to see that. Someday perhaps, you will try serving a Master just because you have an inner submissiveness that cries out to be satisfied.”

“Now. this is how we will proceed. You will have a safe word. The word is RED. If you say RED, whatever we are doing stops immediately and we will discuss it. I am allowing you to call RED three times. After the Third time, you will get dressed and leave to go home and that will be the end of our session. So think carefully before safewording. Now, before we proceed any farther, you are to go to your room and pack everything up to get ready to leave, then put your things down by the front door so you can leave quickly after I dismiss you. Go and do it NOW. Billy follows him to his room and leans up against one of the walls, watching the naked “slave” pack up its things. He is enjoying staring at the slave’s body and can well understand why alex found it so appealing before Mitchell ruined it all. KIK does what it was told. He goes downstairs with the stuff, Billy follows and watches. they come back upstairs.

“New positions now. KNEEL.” kik kneels. “Next command is ‘GROVEL’ or DOWN. do it now: lower you head to the floor and make sure you are touching it. keep your ass high. put your arms directly up over your head and stretched out. so come over here and grovel before me, kik.”

Billy sits on the couch so kik can take the position. Note the Billy is barefoot and has been since his shower.

“Good boy, so far. Now, my feet are clean, unlike what yours were like last night. Why the fuck you thought it would be good for the slave to clean your filthy smelly feet is beyond me. Don’t try that with a beginner. I always make sure My feet are clean when I order My slave to lick and suck them. So, slave kik, get your face onto My feet and start by kissing them.

kik hesitates a bit, but finally does what he is told. “Good. Now start sucking my toes. You know how its done: it was done to you last night. Do it, slave.

kik again hesitates, but Billy doesn’t addresss this. he starts to suck a toe and it is obvious that he finds this odious.

“Listen, kik. I have ten toes. The way you are doing it now, we might have to be here all afternoon just to get you to suck ten toes. Act like a fucking slave. Do it because the only thing that matters to you now is to please your Master, no matter what that may be. Kik starts to say something and Billy leans over and swats him on the ass. SILENCE. You are not allowed to speak. The only word that can come out of your mouth for the rest of the time we’re here is RED. if you can’t handle servicing my feet, think of what it must have been like for alex last night. At least mine are clean. Now lick between the toes, slave, just like alex did last night.

kik is obviously finding this very distasteful, but to his credit, is forcing himself to do it.

“Imagine that your Master keeps you there for an entire hour and all you can do is suck and lick and not slack off or you’ll be hit. Imagine that the only things that can possibly be on your mind is that you are doing this because you are owned by this Master, and you want to obey and please Him. There’s just you, your mouth, your tongue and your Master’s feet. And if I wanted, I could keep you there all afternoon or until you call a safe word. But enough of that. You did a reasonably good job. Now get up here and lay across my legs.

Billy notes that despite his reluctance, as soon as kik lays across Billy’s lap, Billy can feel his cock getting hard again. He reaches down and takes hold of it and sticks it between his legs, thinking that perhaps this neophyte will end up cumming from getting spanked. That would be great.

Now that kik is in position, Billy says, “I notice your cock is getting hard. Your body knows that you deserve to get a good spanking, just like any slave, and you know for sure that I intend to punish you as I said I would.”

Billy starts caressing kik’s ass and then spreading his cheeks and playing with its crack, and then even circling its hold. kik already starts to squirm.

“A Master has total right to touch anywhere on a slave’s body, so submit to my touch.”

Billy keeps feeling him up, and then, all of a sudden, lays a good hard crack on kik’s ass cheek, followed by one on the other, then he start caressing the boy’s ass again, then three slaps to each side, more caressing, then 3 more, and 3 more and 3 more and kik really starts squirming a lot. “Listen, slave, you already know that I enjoy hearing a boy’s pain, so don’t try to be a hero here. Moan, groan, cry out, whatever. Don’t hide It and deny My that pleasure. Sing for me, boy.”

Billy takes off again and hits harder and faster, all over the place, and kik does a dance on his lap, and he’s fucking between Billy’s legs.

“You might end up cumming if you keep dancing like that, boy. And I’m warning you: if you cum, you’re going to have to lick it up, and I’m still going to keep spanking you. I don’t think you will lake that, so if I were you, I’d make damn sure not to be jerking yourself off between my legs. The spanking continues. Billy shows no mercy. kik starts crying out, more and more, and then, all of a sudden, calls RED!

Billy expected it. He stops immediately and lets the boy fall to the ground. kik starts rubbing his ass. ‘Get your fucking hands off your ass, slave, or I’ll start spanking you again. Hands behind your head, bitch! If you ever get a chance to give that kid a spanking, remember what this was like. Too much and you’ll scare the kid away. I don’t care about scaring you away because you deserved that punishment and now you know what it’s truly like. Next, get up off the floor and walk to the dungeon. I’ll be right behind you and if you walk too slowly, I won’t hesitate to add to the pain in your ass. Go, now!”

When they get there, Billy puts on some wrist restraints and binds kik to the wall with its hands up over its head just a little. “Feel what it is like to be bound and helpless, naked before Master who intends to put you through your paces. close your eyes.”

As soon as kik closes its eyes, Billy spits into its face and then rubs the spit around and waits for a reaction. kik doesn’t like this, so Billy does it again. “It is an honor for a slave to wear its Master’s spit.”

Then he takes a blindfold and puts it on kik. ‘You’re going to start to panic a bit. Expect it. Don’t safe word it. Absorb what it is like. Feel the fear. Feel what it is teaching you. Naked, bound, blindfolded, completely at the Master’s mercy with no idea what He’s going to do next. That is what it is like to be a slave in a Master’s dungeon.”

Billy kisses kik on the cheek and asks, “Just nod your head. Are you doing okay, boy?”

Kik nods yes. “Good boy. I’m proud of you. Now, next: “ He grabs a handful of kik’s pubic hair. “If there were a real scene and I was going to make you My slave, all this hair would have to come off, here, on your balls, your taint, and you have hairy crack. All that would be shaved off as well, as well as your armpits and the few hairs you have on your chest. I’m not going to do that to you because you might end up being naked with someone else and it wouldn’t be proper for a Dom to have been shaved.”

Billy runs his hands up and down kik’s chest and then lightly touches his nipples. “Tell me boy, by nodding your head, do you ever play with your nipples, maybe when you’re jerking off?”

Kik shakes his head “no”.

“Well then, you should start. The nipples are connected to the cock, you know, and attention to them enhances your pleasure when you stroke your dick.” Billy starts to play gently with kik’s nipples. “if it starts to hurt, breathe quickly through your teeth. I’m going to work them as much as you can handle so let me know what you’re feeling.” Billy proceeds to roll and pull and twist, and it doesn’t take long before kik starts inhaling as he was told. “I encourage you to work those nipples, and don’t do anything to anyone else until you know what it’s like to have sore ones. I’ll give you a couple clothespins, so you can start wearing them when you jerk off. You might find out that you like it so much you keep doing it. My philosophy is that a slave’s nipples should always be two points of pain, always sore, so that if the Master wants to give the slave pain, He can do so quickly by touching its nipples. I’m gonna keep going. You don’t have to use a safe word. Just shake your head no when you’ve had as much as you can take.”

Billy concentrates on what he’s doing, and on kik’s reactions. He’s really pretty tough. Billy does indeed end up making them sore, and he enjoys the sounds kik is making, just like a real pain slut slave, and still he doesn’t shake his head to make it stop. “Good boy,” He says. “I think will let you feel what it’s like to have clothespins on those nice buds of yours after all. Just shake your head if you want them off.” Billy gets two clothespins and puts them on, one at a time, slowly. Kik cries out and shakes his head, and Billy takes them off right away. “You’re doing well, boy.”

“Next: I’m going to take release your hands. As soon as I do, I want you down on the floor, on all fours. Quickly. Here goes!” He does it, and kik is on the floor as quickly as he can. Billy takes off the blindfold and walks to the other side of the room and leans up against a table. “Okay, slave, crawl over here to your Master. Keep your head low and your ass high. Come, boy!”

Kik takes a couple of steps and can’t handle something about it and safewords RED. #2.

“Stand up and come over here.” Kik does and Billy hugs him and holds him in his arms. “You’re learning a lot about what it’s like. Now just imagine you had a collar around your neck and I attach a leash and pull you around the room. what that must be like. Now, I give you permission to speak. Tell me what you felt and why you used your second safe word.”

Kik is near tears and struggles to speak. “It was just too much. I really started feeling like a slave and I didn’t like it. It was too humiliating, especially when your shouted ,Come, boy” as if I were a dog. Wow. Never realized how intense just a couple of words could be.”

“Well keep that in mind. Every word you speak carries a tremendous amount of weight. Don’t just throw them around. And didn’t the praise make you feel good?” Kik nodded. “That’s right. Remember that. One more thing I want you to experience this time around. Are you a good cocksucker?” “I’ve been told I am.” “Do you really get into it?” “Sometimes, with the right guy, but usually only when we 69.” “Well, remember how it was when you had your cock in alex’ mouth, and how you treated him?”

“Yes, Sir, and I’m so sorry now.”

“Well, let’s see how much you can take. But not with my cock. You’ve not worthy enough to suck my cock. My cock belongs to My slave now. But I have a really good dildo we can practice with. Get your ass up on the table, and then grovel the way I taught you.”

Kik hesitates, but then does it.

Billy holds the dildo (9”) on the table and orders kik to put it in his mouth and start to suck it, as far down as he can go without gagging. Kik obeys. Billy waits for him to get used to the feel of the dildo in his mouth and then orders, “Now, I want you to go down to the point where you’re just about to gag and stay there.” Kik does it. Billy puts his hand on the back of Kik’s head. “now, slave,go down and let your Master hear you gag. Masters enjoy hearing that, because it lets them know how hard the slave is working to please him.” Kik goes down again, and Billy follows with his hand until the boy starts gagging. ‘That’s it, slave. Gag on your Master’s dick. Open that fucking throat. Make it into a cunt for your Master.” Kik goes down again and this time, Billy forces his head down a lot farther and he starts to choke. Billy lets him up right away.

“That’s right, boy. Learn what it’s like to choke on a Master’s cock. Learn what alex experienced with you last night. Kik tries to cooperate, but Billy goes for broke and really forces him down until he fights to back off and a lot of phlegm comes up. “Now look at the mess you made. Suck that tock and clean it up from the mess you made.!” And at that point, Mitchell uses his third safe word!

“Good job, boy. One thing before you leave: “Within the next three days, I want a detailed email from you describing what happened and how it made you  feel, what you learned from it, and anything else you want to say. If I don’t hear from you by Thursday, that will mean that our association is concluded. I was thinking of using you to be someone to punish alex, but I think that will not longer be possible. You really blew it with him, sad to say. If you do want to continue playing with us, I expect that email and in it I expect you to ask for more training. Next time we will concentrate more on pain.” That’s all, Mitchell. You’re stuff is already for you to leave. Go put your clothes back on and be on your way. I look forward to hearing from you again, when you’re ready. And good luck with that kid, or any future contact.”

Mitchell gives him a hug. “Thanks so much, Sir, um Billy. You’ve really given me a lot to think about, especially when I ever get to do things with a sub of my own. this was really tough, but it was worth the effort, so thanks again.”

He leaves the dungeon. Billy stays down there and cleans things up a bit, and give Mitchell time to get dressed and leave without having to sacrifice any more of his dignity. All in all, Billy is pleased with what he was able to accomplish. And he can’t help thinking that in a couple of years Mitchell might actually end up as someone’s sub himself. Both sides should be explored. so much the better.

After a good while, He goes back up to His office and does some work, waiting for alex to return from his luncheon. Billy did the right thing by getting alex away from here. If he has seen Mitchell acting the part of a slave, it would have been terribly confusing for him. Perhaps there may still be an opportunity for alex to have to submit to Mitchell, but it’s going to take time.

Meanwhile, Billy makes a couple of phone calls and sets up some tentative plans for finding work for the slave that will help him stay in a submissive state of mind. Nothing sexual. Just housecleaning or other menial work. Before alex gets back home, Billy has already set up a couple of good possibilities. Pleased with what he’s accomplished, He goes back upstairs and relaxes with a good book, waiting for his boy to be groveling before Him where the slave belongs.