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Chapter 12. Scrambled eggs and talks about welts
He wraps His arm round my neck as we enter the home. "Be a good boy and go along with everything. I'm not going to treat you the way My father believes slaves should be treated. It won't be this way when we're alone. I have a lot of My own ideas about how to humiliate you. I've been thinking about this for a long time.
"Like when You used to tease me at school? I didn't understand at the time, but I knew that it never made me resentful, but made me feel good inside in a strange sort of way. Now it's beginning to make more sense."
"I'm glad you're putting those pieces together. I've experimented a lot with humiliating slaves over the years, and I discovered that each sub is different and has different ways of responding. You've already tasted the way I intend to control and humiliate you, boy. And I've seen how you respond and what seems to make you happy. That's what I'm shooting for with you, sweet slave." And He kisses me on the cheek. And I melt.
We go right to the kitchen. crick is cooking breakfast, naked except for the apron protecting it from spitting bacon. Papa greets us: "Hello, Billy, Hello, slave."
"Good morning, Papa," I say cheerfully.
"Turn around, boy. Let Me see what your ass Iooks like this morning." I do so. "Not bad. I'm sure you'll remember that spanking for a few days. Sorry, Billy, but you won't have a chance to whip this boy's ass for a while."
"if I want to whip my slave's ass, I will. Nothing wrong with a slave getting its ass beaten every day while each time increases the old pain and adds new pain on top of it. Besides, I've got a lot of other things in mind as well. And it's body gives me a large canvas to pain on, just like the welt across its back. I haven't even gotten started working its body and introducing it to pain." Billy sounds tough and mean, but when He turns to me and winks at me, I can see through His attempts to impress His Father."
His father chuckles. "Chip off the old block." He steps closer to me and runs His finger along the mark on My back. I breathe through my teeth. "Wow. Welted already. Why was it punished? "No, Dad, that welt was just a little reminder to help it remember what it is and who it belongs to, and helps this slave realize that I can do whatever I want to it. One lash was all the slave needed this morning. Like I said, just a little token of My ownership. And by the way, Dad, thank You for buying Me that strap. It's a useful tool, and I think I'm going to designate it as the Punishment Strap and keep it in full view at all times, so the slave remembers what can happen if it fails to satisfy its Master in any way."
"Good thinking, Son. I'm surprised you didn't collar it last night."
"No, that will happen up north when My friends are with us. I want there to be witnesses, but I don't want to wait until I bring the boy to a club."
His Father nods, proud of the way His Son is thinking. He sees that breakfast is just about ready. crick eats from a bowl on the floor like a puppy, but eggs only. Its Master rarely allows it to eat meat. What do You want to do with alex?" "I'll feed him Myself" He turns to crick. "Make up one plate for me with a larger portion of eggs and bacon. My slave doesn't need a plate of its own."
"Yes, Master Billy."
"alex, go into the living room and get one of those pillows off the couch and bring it to Me and put it down the way I showed you at the apartment." I go right away, and when I come back, Papa and Master are both seated and crick is giving them their food. Master smiles at me and looks at the floor. I put down the pillow and get on my knees. "Put your hands on my leg, boy, and keep them there."
"Yes, Sir."
His father looks surprised. "You don't insist the boy use `Master' all the time?"
"No," Billy answers. I got an idea out an article I read which spoke about the way feelings fluctuate in a sub, and suggested that subs have several options depending on what's going on with it. That's what I'm doing with him."
His father is inquisitive. "So, the slave just said Sir' instead of Master.' What does that signify to you?
"Can't say for sure, but it seems to me that it uses `Sir' at times when I'm not in a strong Dom mode. You know, Dad, I was really strict and tough with him when we were texting and emailing for a few days, but once I walked into its apartment and saw it kneeling there and trembling, and looking like a little lost waif that no one ever loved, a lot of warm feelings came up. I'm not going to lock Myself into any particular mode of being Master, at least not now in the beginning. But I can still play like a real mean bastard when I want to."
"Like when you lashed its back with the strap?" "That wasn't mean. That was me teaching him something. Dad, you should read some of the things that people are writing these days. There's a lot of real intelligent thinking going on in the gay s/m world right now."
"When you get a chance, please text me a few titles."
"Sure thing, Dad."
All the while this conversation is taking place, Billy and Papa are eating, and just like it's the most normal thing in the world, Billy is feeding me from His fingers like He did at my apartment. Scambled eggs can be messy this way! I think I have more on my chest than in my mouth. Billy looks down and giggles, and takes His fingers and tries to wipe up all the eggs and have fallen and then He puts them back in my mouth. And He gave me two strips of bacon. Put one in my mouth and we had a little tug-of-war, with Him finally letting me win. crick is in the corner on the floor licking up eggs from his bowl. I prefer Billy's style over Papa's. But then again, crick is probably doing that because for some reason it turns him on. Hmmm? Maybe I'll ask to talk to Master about that when we're alonw the van.
We finish eating. "alex, get up and make us cups of coffee in those travel mugs. You know how I like mine (black, as opposed to mine light and sweet.)" I go to do that while Billy gets a wet washcloth and towel from the bathroom and comes over to me. "Turn around, boy." He cleans me thoroughly (and a little roughly) and then wipes me dry.
"You can leave those things right here on the table, Billy. crick will clean up," says Papa. crick has finished its breakfast and is sitting in the corner with its legs spread, just like Billy told me to do once. Now I know where He got that from!
END OF CHAPTER TWELVE
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