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Chapter 74. Black Tuesday Night; Grey Wednesday morning
Mitchel orders me down on the floor to crawl after Him into His room. As much as possible, I struggle to keep my mind clear and focus on the fact that this hot little number is now my Master for the evening.
"When we are alone, slave, you will call me Master, because that's what I am. Master Billy has given you to Me as a gift and I intend to make good use of it." He sits on the bed. "Now crawl over here and take off my sneakers one at a time, and when you do, lick the bottom of each foot. I haven't showered in two days to get ready for this special event so you've got a lot of body cleaning to do with the pig tongue of yours, slave."
I do as He commands, and it is true; His feet are stinky. I lick the bottoms and taste the salt and grime. "Okay, pig. Start with the toes. I want to find out why Master enjoys this so much besides it's a good way to help you remember what you are, servicing Superior Men."
I start with His stinky big toe (L) and put the whole thing in my mouth and suck on it, trying to get some of the smell off it, then I move to lick between that toe and the next one. MM moans with sheer pleasure.
"Holy fucking shit! The feel of a slave's mouth and tongue on My tootsies. Now I understand. Go at it, fucker. Lick and clean and suck those feet like your life depends on it." He takes the crop and lashes me a few times on the back while I service Him, and I cry out once and He laughs. "Glad I'm getting to you, boy."
I keep working His feet and He talks about various things. "I have to be careful with the boy I'm kind of courting, so it's a real relief to be here with you where there are few limitations on what I can manage to do, just like that time I made you lick My cum from off My feet. You know what I really wish I could do? Cane you. I've seen videos of it and they really get Me off. Shit, if I ever end up owning you, I'd deliver "six of the best" to your ass and then wait until after the stripes disappear and do it again. Over and over. Constant caning to help you be a good boy for me."
"As far as pissing in your mouth goes, I don't think that's something I want to do. Master Billy told me He has trained you to be His urinal, but that kind of grosses me out. I might piss on you later, but I'll see how I feel. However, I do want you to know, slave, that as far as I'm concerned, you are a disgusting pig, but if I ever own you, you'll have to give up that form of nourishment. He laughs!"
"But for now, slave, get up here and clean my smelly pits too like the pig you are. Come one, get your face right in there and sniff how good they smell. Wash them clean, pig."
And while I'm doing it, He smacks my ass with the crop for a while. When I'm finished, He says, "good boy! Now go to your bathroom and brush your fucking teeth and use mouthwash. I don't want that smell on your breath, no matter how much you might like it. Then get back here. Hurry! Go!"
When I get back to Him, He's opening His duffle bag and taking out a bag of clothespins. Uh-oh. "Let's see how you do with these, boy. I've been trying them on Myself, so I know what they feel like. Can't keep them on for long. But you're a slave, so you have no say on how long I want you to wear them." He clips my arms behind my back, and just like a zipper, He puts them on from nipple to nipple and right away they start to bite into me and I start breathing heavily.
"I know they hurt, slave. Like your Master says, you are the holder of the pain. So hold it in." He makes me get up on the bed on my back, and He puts some on my balls and then has me get up on all fours and puts them on my taint, as many as He can. Then He strips naked and comes to sit at the head of the bed so my head is over His crotch and He orders me to start licking and sucking His balls and then His cock. I'm glad He's making me do this, because it distracts me from the pain of the cpins, at least for a little while.
"Come on, bitch, I know you can suck better than that. Swallow my fucking cock, all the way down. Show some fucking enthusiasm, or you'll be wearing those pins all night long." He pulls His cock from my mouth and starts slapping the hell out of my face, and spitting on it and rubbing it in. Then He puts His hand on the back of my head and slams me back down on His cock and I start choking, but He holds me there until I think I'm about to pass out for lack of air. Finally He lets go, and I back off and cough up a load of phlegm which He makes me lick up. Meanwhile, the clothespins are beginning to really hurt, but He doesn't seem to care, but rather grabs my head and forces it back down on His cock, all the way again, and again I choke.
"That's hot, bitch, listening to you choke on My huge cock. Is it bigger than your Master's? No, don't answer that. Just keep sucking, all the way up, then all the way down. Don't make Me have to force you down there, I fucking want to hear you choking on a Superior Man's dick while your tiny little thing is locked away the way it should be."
Finally, I can't stand the pain any more, and back off and cry YELLOW. "Clothespins too much for you, slave?" I nod my head and He can see the tears running down my cheek. So He takes the crop and starts hitting the clothespins one by one, to knock them off me, and, of course, that magnifies the pain by a factor of 4 or 5 and I start screaming as each one is beaten off my aching body. Now I'm sobbing, and He gives me a hug and holds me to Him so I can sob into His chest, but all the clothespins aren't off yet. The ones on the lower half of my body can't be knocked off with the crop. Finally, I have to beg Him. "Please, Master, please take them off this slaves balls and between its legs. RED, Master!
Fortunately, He gets that and starts to pull them off, not by opening them, but by actually pulling on them. I keep hollering and sobbing and He just smothers my face in His chest and ignores the sounds, but finally He's managed to get them all off me.
"This is a good trick to know. Easy way to make a slave cry. And, as far as I'm concerned, slaves should be doing a lot of crying." I'm tempted to tell Him not to try to pull this with a beginner, but fuck him, I say to myself. Let Him find out the hard way. I do find that my fondness and attraction for Mitchell are quickly wearing off, and I can't wait for this night to end.
He's getting tired, and that's good news for me. One more thing He makes me do: eat His ass, and fortunately, it's not filthy as I feared it would be. "I knew I had to keep my asshole clean for health reasons," He tells me, "so you have a nice clean asshole to work on, pig. Do a good job. Show me your appreciation for being so thoughtful. Finally, He gets tired of having His ass eaten and yawns a big yawn.
"Time for bed," He says. "You sleep on the floor, slave." He throws a blanket on the floor for me and turns out the light. "I'll probably wake you up in the middle of the night for another blow job, so if I yell to you, get your fucking ass up right away and get down on My knob, bitch. Got it?"
"Yes, Master."
"Okay. Good night. Sleep tight." He laughs again. I say nothing. This kid has a lot to learn or he's gonna end up turning out like Michael and will never be able to keep a sub. I hope Master Billy gives me a chance tomorrow to talk to Him about what the night was like. But I know better than that; a slave me has no right to hope for anything. Yet still, I do. I know that the time will come. And I wonder what Master has in store for MM tomorrow. And me, of course.
As it turns out, He doesn't wake me up for a blow job until first thing in the morning. I hear Him get out of bed and go to the bathroom, and that wakes me up. Since it's now Wednesday morning, I don't belong to Him any more, so I leave the room and go to the kitchen to get the coffee started for the three of us. As I'm doing that, Master comes walking in and, breaking all protocol, I throw myself into His arms and, fortunately, He holds me tenderly. "Missed you last night, pup!" "Missed You too, Master, You don't know just how much."
"Uh-oh," He says. "Rough time, boy?"
"Yes, Master."
"We'll talk in just a few minutes. Make some oatmeal. That's what we'll have for breakfast. Make enough for MM and Myself, and I'll fix your own slave mush Myself. Then we'll talk."
Mitchell comes in an walks right up to me and slaps me hard across the face. "Snuck out without sucking My dick, pig. Quite impolite." I couldn't control my temper. "Master gave me to You for last night, Sir. It's morning now and this slave isn't Yours any more."
Master blows His top. "alex, get your ass into My room and grovel. I'll be in after I have a little chat with MM. You and I have a date with the strap, that's for sure." I drop everything and go inside and fall to the floor and start to tremble and cry. I know I did wrong by giving a snide answer, but I just couldn't help myself. I hope Master doesn't punish me too severely. I'm kind of battle-weary right now.
Some time passes, so I know they're having a serious conversation. I didn't sleep well last night on the floor, so I find myself falling asleep again, but my inner turmoil is keeping me from slipping all the way into sleep. I just grovel there and tremble and let some tears fall. I know I deserve to be punished for losing control; I might end up crying for mercy.
Finally, He comes in and closes the door. "First things first. we'll do this the way it was done back in school. Stand up and hold out your hands, boy." He picks up the strap and I have a flash back to how our hands got beat so often in school and remember how much it hurt. But it's better than getting the strap on other parts of my body right now, cause I'm still sore in many places. I hold out my right hand and the strap comes crashing down in it and I cry out and pull away. "Again." I hold it out and He lashes it a second time, and then a third time, and then the other hand and now I'm sobbing and crying out how sorry I am for being nasty to Sir.
He puts the strap back on the dresser and sits in His easy chair and summons me to sit with Him on His lap. My hands are in agony, but I know it doesn't last for too long, as long as I don't have to do anything that demands precision. He holds me and I sob into His chest, which is so much more different than sobbing into Mitchell's undeveloped bony chest last night.
"So," Master begins. "Rough night, eh?" What should I say?
"Master, it was like being with Master Michael. Master, please, YELLOW to being alone with MM any more this week, please?"
"Well, I'm certainly not about to ignore a safe word. I will not give Him any time alone with you for the rest of the time He's here, but it sounds to Me like I have My work cut out for Me with Him. You may speak freely, baby. What would you like to tell Me?"
I take some time to think, and Master is patient with me, bless Him. "Master, this slave understands that slaves don't have any rights and shouldn't have any explanation, but I am Your slave and I guess You are spoiling me to an extent. And You know that I was really excited about being with MM again, and thought it would be pretty hot. But it wasn't hot, Master. It was ice cold. Frigid. No personal connection whatsoever. Your slave was just a filthy rag to kick around the room. And He kept talking about how hard things are going to be with me when He finally owns me. Even talked about caning me regularly, and other stuff, and He was filthy and dirty and then cursed me out because my breath stank from having to clean His feet and His pits, and . . . " Master cuts me off by kissing me.
"Your breath tastes fine now, boy."
"He made me brush my teeth and use mouthwash after cleaning Him."
"I don't need to know anything more, boy. I believe you and will take it into consideration as I continue to work with the boy. But I have a sneaky idea that I think you might end up enjoying." He chuckles. Now let's go into the bathroom and have our showers. Then we'll have breakfast. And everything will be okay. I promise you, sweetheart."
It is with special love and devotion that I go about bathing Master this morning, and I couldn't stop kissing His feet in the shower even though the water was soapy. And then, after I was finished, He bathed me!!!!! Took special gently care of me. Noticed the marks on my body from the clothespins. Soothes me inside and outside, and then used His fingers to enter my ass (His pussy) and stroke my prostate a bit which made me tremble with shoots of pleasure running through me.
After we got dry, I turned to Him and asked, "Master, can Your slave make love to Your cock now?" (I know how much it pleases Him when I ask.) "I'll tell you what, boy. I think I'd rather fuck you now that I've had My fingers inside you. Go lie on the bed and put a pillow beneath you so your ass is in a good position for Me to enter you. I don't just want to fuck you right now; I want to make love to you, baby boy."
"O thank You, Daddy!" I say in a boyish voice, and go get myself ready for Him, for a chance to have Him use me for His pleasure. As is becoming common, I don't even think of my own cock or need for any pleasure. The greatest pleasure of all is Master loving His slave by sliding His cock along its prostate, and I'm looking forward to it a great deal.
What can I say? It was wonderful. He held off enough so I couldn't get to cum, but the way He used me was so gently and loving that I felt His love all the way inside me and I have to tell you, I felt so very much better for it. WE ended up in each other's arms and He kissed the loving daylights out of me to make up for what I went through last night. And once again, I felt so safe in His arms, and even the pain in my hands started abating pretty quickly.
"So why don't you go back to the kitchen now, and start making us a pancake breakfast with bacon? I'll come in with you in case MM is there, and then I'll go start having a little talk with him."
Cheerfully, I did as ordered. And MM wasn't in the kitchen. AS I was preparing breakfast, I heard the two of them talking, but didn't try to overhear anything. The less I know about how He is training MM, the better.
END OF CHAPTER 74. Next: Mitchell gets a training he doesn't expect