Chapter 21
After Stan left, around 8:30 Tyler called me to him and said, "I have some serious things to discuss with you. You will be on your knees between my legs or on your back with your head in my lap. Your choice."
Wow. This sounds like it might be something difficult, so I think I'd better be on my knees in case it's going to require me to access my submissiveness. I had already just crawled to him, so I simply got myself up on my knees and then moved as far up between his legs as I could.
"Tomorrow," he began, "I have to leave for Europe. I'm giving a paper at a gathering of professionals. I will be gone for two weeks. Now don't panic!"
OMG. I'll be so fucked! Two whole weeks? He keeps speaking. "Again you have to choose between two arrangements I'm making for you. The first is that the tribe will handle you. Mainly Bobby but they might decide to pass you around. You will have your safewords. And also, I will take off your cage."
"The second is this: you will stay at your apartment at your Dad's, however you will be freshly caged tomorrow morning and will be caged the entire two weeks. In addition, I'll expect you slaveboy naked at the Inferno every other night for the two weeks, and there will be Doms and Masters making sure you behave yourself and serve like the slut you are. Think about it for a while but you have to decide by first thing tomorrow morning. If you can't decide, I'll set it up myself. Now, just to get your mind off it, open up. I want to feed you some piss so you remember what you are."
"May I comment, first, Master?"
"Go ahead."
"You've been ta
lking to me like I was just an ordinary slave and not someone you have strong feelings for."
"That's right, I have. It's not going to be easy for me to be away from you for so long, so I'm trying to distance myself a bit. You deserve for me to treat you like an ordinary slave without getting my emotions mixed up in it. That's why I'm speaking this way. Respect it. Submit to it. Now open your fucking mouth, slave. Take my piss."
He overwhelms me again. He does it every time I grow weak. He is amazing. And here I am, gulping down his piss because he's trained me to be his urinal, wondering how I'm supposed to make a choice about what to do while he's away. Who takes charge of me? He said mainly Bobby, but that's scary, but I like all of them and it's an honor to be able to serve their bodies, and I'll be uncaged. That could really get rough. And go to class on top of all that. And damn, I guess he's not going to give me any more information about what he'll be doing or even what country he'll be in. It would be nice to spend time with Dad, but I'll be caged all the time and I'm back to being a slut at the club serving God knows who while someone's there checking up on me.
Pros and cons to both of them. Besides, Master said he'd choose if I couldn't. That's the best solution. He decides, I submit to his decision.
"Master, please decide what your slave will do while you are away."
"Fine. I actually expected you to say that and it pleases me that you realize how it is nearly impossible for you to make any decisions about your own miserable life now. I'm breaking you in, faggot. So anyway, this is what's going to happen: Bobby will have you for two days and nights beginning tomorrow. Hank will have you for three after that. Red for the following two days. Eddie and Stan will both share you for two days. Eddie will lock up your dickie again before you go to your Dad's. The last six days you will be with your father and at the club every other night—so three times. I had already made these plans, boy, so you will take a few things to wear and your toothbrush and Bobby will pick you up 45 minutes after I leave for the airport so you'll have plenty of time to clean yourself. Inside and out, just in case he wants your ass right away. Naturally, all of them have my approval to discipline and punish you. All of them can fuck you if they want. "do you understand, slave?"
"Yes, Master," I said, fighting back tears. Tyler chuckles. "Sometimes you're too clever for your own good, boy. So tell me: did you think that maybe I wouldn't work you over the night before leaving?"
"Didn't think at all, Master."
"Go into my office and get my strap from my desk. Crawl back here with it between your teeth, like you're bringing me that strap because you want me to use it on you."
I'm trembling on my way to his office. Holy shit! I got handed a whole crock of shit at the last minute and Tyler's going to be away for two whole weeks and I'll be handed from one Dom to another, starting with the one Dom I decided to turn my back on. Sweet. Fuck. So now I get the strap and bite into it, get down on the ground and try to act like this is really what I want—for him to thrash me the night before he leaves. A way of showing him the extent of my subjugation. I crawl to him and as I get near, I look up with my puppy dog look which is actually rewarded with a warm smile from him. He takes the strap from my mouth and waves it through the air. "Up on the bed, slave. Head down ass up." My blood is racing as I get into position. This strap fucking hurts!
"You'll get one lash for each of the days I'm away. A reminder each day. 14 lashes. Count but don't thank me. Just "one, Master". As soon as he finishes speaking the strap comes crashing down on my cheeks, actually covering each one and already I gasp as I count out the first one. The second a little lower than that, in a place which hurts more than the other. Damn! The third even below that, practically halfway down my upper thigh. Four up top, not as painful as the others, but #5 hurts like hell because he hits the exact same spot he had just hit before. And so it goes on and by the end I'm sobbing out the number 14.
He puts the strap aside, turns out the light, and gets into bed with me in his pyjamas. He's been wearing them sometimes because he likes the idea that the slave is naked but the Master is covered. I like it myself because the cloth is so smooth against my body and there's no stickiness in the morning. As soon as he's settled I follow my impulse and wrap myself around him as much as possible as I cry out the pain from what he did to me, clinging to him because it's because of him that I get whipped like this so often. I hold on tight because for some reason it I'm crazy about the man who just thrashed me and I want him to hold me while I'm feeling so much pain on the other side of my body. It's not only my ass either. Some of the lashes landed on the backs of my legs and I'm sure that was no accident. I have no idea what Bobby will have planned for me, but I know for sure that I'll be remembering this thrashing for the next several days. And the pain of missing him will be just as great as the pain from the strapping. Shit. This is going to be awful.
I have trouble sleeping, needless to say, and I'm afraid to move around because it might disturb him. I guess I'm lucky that he didn't want to lock me up tonight, but I probably would have been better off. He's set his clock for 4:30 am. By 4 I give up on getting any sleep at all so I get out of bed and put on the coffee for him. He wants a blow job the second he woke up so I make love to his cock trying to memorize every single pit of it knowing it will be away from me for two weeks. I won't even dare wonder whether or not he'll get satisfied while he's away or how. Or who. The moment I go so far down on him that I gag he cries out and shoots his load and I choke on it. "Nice," he says. "a slave choking on my cum. Something to think about on the plane." He goes into the kitchen and gets some coffee, not bothering to thank me for serving him that way. "Get in the tub so I can mark you as mine in case anyone forgets," he says and soon he is bathing me with his acrid piss (morning piss!) and then making me wash it off me with what splashes on me from his body—I've come to love these moments!
He turns off the water and I jump out, wet, to wrap him in a huge towel and start to dry him off. Along the way he orders me to lick certain parts of him on the way down to the ground, and then to suck the bathwater off his feet. (Gross! Soapy!) He tells me to stay wet but follow him into the bedroom again. He tells me to stand and shows me a black portfolio case. "This contains cash, credit cards, bank info, personal info, your slave registry card—tell you about that when I get back---everything that is needed in case of emergency or if for some reason, I die while away. Eddie has my will. I'm leaving you to Bobby. I know that you've never stopped loving him; be a good boy for him, whatever he wants. He doesn't know it, by the way, that you'll become his slave if I die."
I have different thoughts about that. If something happens to Tyler, I'll be back with Dad and no fucking Dom is ever going to get near me again. Besides, he can't legally "give" me to anyone. He's getting bent over this ownership shit. I can walk away from the entire scene any time I want. But what fun would that be? And how would I manage to deal with the urges I get not only for cock but for the entire scene and the roleplay and all of it? I'd drive myself crazy.
Shit. I'm so lost in my head that he's talking to me and I'm not even hearing what he's saying. "Come back to me, slave. Get out of your head. I know this isn't easy. Just remember it's not easy for me either. But there was no way I could bring you. Not with you being so young. So let's both deal with what we have to deal with." That starts me crying. I'm pretty dry now so he takes me in his arms and kisses me with the kisses that come right from his heart, and, even at this sad moment, I drink in his love and hope it can help me get through anything I need to deal with.
We hear the limo pull up. "I have one more thing to tell you."
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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them:
The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022
Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023
Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023
Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023
Total Subjugation 5/25/2023
Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023
Training Toby 12/31/2023
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