Nick called me an "adorable specimen" while I was still naked. Hmmm... where might this be going? I hope he doesn't think I'm so adorable that no one should ever hit me or make me cry.
"Specimen? Wow. No one's ever called me that before."
"What do they call you?"
"Usually, boy, or faggot . . . (dare I?) . . . some call me slave, some a possession, others property."
###Sub Protocols: Rules for Bois Number 2d: Standard nicknames: sub, boi, pup, child, pig, cocksucker, possession, property, specimen. ###
"And will you be returning to a Dom or Master now that your work for the evening is finished?"
"Just home, Sir. I'm not owned by anyone."
"I'm surprised."
"I'm not even 20 yet, Sir. Much too early. I'm just beginning to figure out who and what I am."
"But if a Master claims you for himself, you wouldn't have to figure out anything, boy. Your Master will define you and if he's a good Master, you'll thrive under his direction and ownership.'
I think all that over. I don't want to get into an argument with this guy, but I'm not going to buy what he's telling me without giving it careful thought.
"I've never thought of it that way, Sir. I think I'm too inexperienced to be able to tell if a Master is good or not. I'll have to think it over."
"A good Master will inspire you to be the best possible slave you can be. You'll naturally want to make him pleased with you. You know in your heart that you would let him take you far beyond where you think your limits are. You'll want to give yourself to him as his own personal possession, even if it means that you'll spend a lot of time sobbing at his whipping post. On the other hand, a bad Master will cause you to shrink down your limits, and more of what you do for him will be done more out of fear than for any other reason. All the time you'll be trying to convince yourself that he's treating you the way a slave deserves to be treated and you just have to toughen up and take it."
"Thank you for that explanation, Sir. I've been fortunate. Every man who's had a hand at training me has been the good type. There was only one bad one, and I got rescued from him."
"I'm glad to hear that someone was looking out for you. Nonetheless, even a bad Master has something to teach, even just by bad example. Always realize that every Superior man has something to teach you."
"Been told that, Sir, and try to maintain an open attitude whenever I can."
"Not to change the subject, but I just want to point out that my time with you is up and you're perfectly free to get dressed and say goodbye." Ok, where do I go with this? Damn, for some reason I'd like him to give me some impact action—or beat the shit out of me, if I need to be more clear.
"With all due respects, Sir, it just feels right for me to be naked in your presence. But I'll put on my things and go if you want me to."
"No. Stay a bit, if you dare. I have to warn you, however, that I've got a tremendous urge to lay my hands on your body again in a much more aggressive way."
With that, my phone signals an incoming text. "Sorry, Sir, that's probably the men who set this up checking up on me. I have to answer it." "Go get your phone and bring it to me. I'll take care of it."
Wow. Well I give it to him without even looking at it. I really want to get the point across that I'm willing to be possessed.
"Duke is asking if things went okay. I'll answer that they went fine and now you're out on a date."
I willingly give that up. To prove my point again, I get down on my knees and bow my head to the floor before him.
He looks at me. He's obviously hooked. "your safe words?"
"Yellow and red, Master—um, Sir," I say, not lifting my face from the ground. I was told that I should only call a man Master if he's disciplined or punished me. I don't know if he's aware of this. I'm not even sure it's a rule, to tell you the truth.
"Get up on all fours. Make sure your legs are spread."
Ah yes! Here we Go!
"Stay like that. I'll be right back. You still have a chance to take yourself out of here, but if I find you the way I left you when I get back, I'm taking charge for the rest of our time together, in a far more meaningful way than earlier. Once I begin hitting you, you may call me Master if you wish."
YES!!!! He comes back with a riding crop. He whips me between my legs, forcing me to spread them wider and wider. He crops my balls a couple times and I cry out like a dumb kid, much to my embarrassment.
"I'll enjoy any noises you need to make. Don't try to be brave, faggot. I want to hear how much I'm hurting you."
###Sub Protocols: Rules for Bois Number 95: A sub must never fake a reaction to pain. Number 95b: A sub's outcries inform the Master of its limits. ###
He keeps swinging the crop and I'm moaning long and low now. He stops. "Follow me," he orders, and leads me into this room that looks partly like a bedroom and partly like a dungeon. "Only special boys get to see this room," he tells me. "Some only once, then decide not to come back." fucking idiots they were, passing up this opportunity to be worked over by an awesome specimen himself (!) who is automatically pulling every desire to be completely subjugated that resides within my kinky soul. Oh, yes, please, let this man be the good one. The best one!
"Stand up and walk around. Examine everything. When you're satisfied, then get back down the way you were outside, with your head to the ground, offering all of yourself to Me."
You might notice that I capitalized the word "me" before. It's because the way He's speaking to me is so dominating and possessive that even while writing about what happened I realize I must capitalize every word that refers to Him. I've never done anything like that before. Weird, huh?
Wow. What a space. Simply yet so well equipped that He can do just about anything He wants to a willing sub under His care. And yes, there is a whipping post! And a spanking bench, and a couple other things that look like they can be configured many ways. And on a table by one wall there are beautiful black leather bondage items and I'm close to begging Him to put the thickest collar on me.
He walks over to me and picks up a leather cuff. "This is a manacle. Offer me your wrist, boy." Looking into His eyes, I do exactly as He says. I offer Him my wrist. He wraps one hand around it, caressing my flesh, and then covers it with the leather manacle which automatically locks when he closes it.
"The other one, faggot." Quickly bound and locked. I figure he must have special keys to unlock them but I'm not going to bother asking about it. "Hop up on this table. I'll bind your ankles as well. Make sure I have ready access." And I do. And He does. And I'm breathing differently. Everything feels different now.
"Back on the ground where a slave like you belongs." And I'm down. Kneeling up. And OMG, He's collaring me, not with the thickest one but with an adjustable one. "I want you to be able to breathe without struggling. I'm going to tighten it so it shuts off your air and then I'll slowly loosen it until we find precisely the right point. If I want to control your breath later, then I'll play more with this collar. For now, boy, make damn sure it's not constricting you at all. I want you to be able to take very deep breaths and to cry out full voice if you need to."
It doesn't take long to find the right place. I play back the last thing He said to me. "I want you to be able to take very deep breaths and to cry out full voice if you need to."
Be still, my heart! Is it too soon to wish he'd just imprison me here forever?
"I'm glad your dick isn't locked. I want to pleasure of doing that myself some time," He promises me, I guess. I'm unlocked because of the things I had to do tonight. But yes, the thought of Him taking away my right to my dick sounds like the hottest thing I can possibly imagine. And right then and there I realize that I have not been allowed to cum tonight. I don't expect I will, either. Nick would never baby me that way.
"A couple of ground rules. You'll never touch yourself below the belt. You'll never ask for anything sexually. You'll obey every command. RED brings our relationship to an end."
"Yes, Master." I keep my eyes on the ground even though I've been given no instructions yet.
"Raise your head and look into my eyes. Whenever the two of us are alone together, you will always keep your eyes locked on Mine. I like looking at your wide-open eyes, boy. Addictive beauty. However, at all other times, you keep them down the way slaves are usually supposed to do." He just keeps looking into my eyes with the most awesome smile. It makes me feel so damn good to know I'm giving Him pleasure right now this way.
"Mouth open," He says, then begins to drool into my mouth, giving me a chance to drink down some of His juices. I find myself wondering what He'll want me to swallow eventually. I know I will swallow all of it too. Not a question.
OMG, He orders me to my feet and wraps me in His arms. He possesses me with His kisses and makes me feel that He is in love with me. As if He can read my mind, He backs off from my mouth for an instance and says, "Do not misinterpret my kisses. I am not in love with you, faggot. I am in love with the fact that I totally possess you and have all power over you. You exist to give Me pleasure. It's one of the most basic Rules, slaveboy.
###Sub Protocols: Rules for Bois Number 20: Simply put, a slave exists to give pleasure to its Superiors. ###
He loses me in His embrace again and as He makes love to me I understand fully that He loves His power but that I'm unworthy of love. It no longer matters. What I do know is that the most charismatic Dom I've ever met is enjoying the power He has over me. This is indeed the Man who could teach me the meaning of my life in a way that no one else has been able to do yet. All I want out of life right now is to be His faggot, His slave, His total possession.
He brings me over to the whipping post. Without a word, he binds my arms to the highest spot on the post. "Let me know immediately if your hands grow numb." So far, no problem.
He continues: "I want you to rest here for a while, boy. I want you to realize how helpless you are. I want you to understand that I can whip you as severely as I want because you have no way to escape my lash. I want you to feel the fear a faggot like you suffers before its Master begins the whipping. I want you to want Me to whip you. I want you to surrender every inch of your flesh to My whip."
And with that, He walks away for a good long while. When He comes back, he wraps black electrical tape over my eyes and my mouth. Then He steps back and waits some more and if I could speak I would be begging Him to get on with it. This waiting is true torture. I have no idea what He plans to do to me, how much He plans to hurt me. As I stand here bound at this post, I realize that He might give me the worst beating I have ever received. I realize that it is okay with me, that He can do whatever He wants to me and I will be grateful. No matter how much it will hurt.
"You are going to be whipped. Let that sink in."
Holy shit! This is fucking real. I try to resist but my mouth is taped.
"You were delivered to me under pretext but that was all a shame. Face reality now, boy. You were captured and ended up on display at the slave market. I have purchased you and brought you here with me. I was able to coax you to be bound to my whipping post. Whenever I bring in a new slave, that slave is whipped as a way of impressing its status on it. No nonsense. Slavery. If I have you whipped as badly as you're going to be whipped today for no reason, imagine how severe you will be punished if you disappoint me in any way.
"I am going to whip you now. I am going to lay welts across your back and your ass and partly on your legs as well. The next time you deserve to be whipped, I will do the same to the front of your miserable body."
O M G no. I remember what someone else taught me before: relax my muscles when I know I'm going to be hit. Let go. Accept the pain.
And so the first lash lands right across my back and ten thousand scorpions eat a line through my flesh and I scream a silent scream. Nothing more.
"I'm giving you time to suffer the pain of each lash individually. I want you to fully comprehend what it is like when a slave like you deserves to be punished."
A slave like me. Yes, that is true. I am Nick's new slave. He has me bound at His whipping post and He is talking to me while He breaks my spirit with the whip He's yielding over me. Only one lash hurt so much. How many more? When will it ever end?
. . . and I realize that this awesome Dom has managed to trap me completely inside the fantasy He built as an excuse to beat me. . . . .
I really am becoming His slave. He is teaching me what that means.
That's the end of this chapter.
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