In the darkest hour just before the land would begin to see the sun rise, I started to wake up. With my eyes beginning to open into a dark world, my brain
was telling me of the silence that surrounded me. The fragrance of males engulfed my sense of smell.
A gentle light began to appear off in the distance, close to a wall. I faintly saw a male form, or was it just a shadow. Whichever it was, it began getting closer and closer to me. To my surprise it was Cody's master. How long had he been there?
Rubbing the shoulder of Master Trey, bringing him out of his sleep as well. Master Peter and his `boy' were still sound asleep and in the semi-darkness they look almost like little angels laying only inches away from my face.
The two masters quietly exited the room, but left the door slightly ajar. I could smell the tell-tale fragrance of coffee as the odor permeated the room.
Still silent, Master Trey came forward with a large urine collection bag and drained my bladder. Now I was more awake and the `full bladder syndrome' was
gone. Next came a long bladder rinse, which, I'm assuming is what Master learned about just a few minutes earlier.
The flicker of light, which I had just seen apparently, was coming from one of those little lights that doctor's use when they shine it into your eyes during an exam. Master Trey was cleaning the area around my hole. Since I had been permitted to sleep without a buttplug the melted grease had drizzled out of my body a little bit. The fingers of Masters hand were presented to my mouth for me to suck clean. After he finished wiping the grease off of our sleeping mat, He withdrew once again to the outer hallway.
Again, returning next to me, Master, quietly as possible, gave a short tug on my leash. I rose to a kneeling position and knew that Master had to relieve his bladder as well.
Tugging my leash I took up my proper position, without any prodding from Master. In this position I remained for a while, still in the darkness of the morning. I stayed firm in my posture, thinking of yesterday and all the days that led up to this very moment. I rewound the conversation from last night, of being given to Master Trey. I no longer seemed out of control, mentally. I knew that Master Trey loved me, and that He and myself would do ok together. I was ok with everything, so far.
I thought of Master Peter, how fast he had come to this point. How, by showing visually and verbally he would also become a good master, pleased me very much. I didn't know though how he would fair in the days ahead, having to learn so much; learning through observing at the same time doing to his brother. His boy'. I thought of Billy now as my brother. Both boys' learning together. To accept all of the teachings as normal and proper for us. I was concerned, however, that Billy really had never complained about anything. He showed little emotion either verbally or physically. I guess it was the way he was raised in his family that makes him so agreeable to his new life. Perhaps he is trying to please everybody, but I hope he learns quickly that he only needs to please the one person.
I thought about Cody. How happy he must be to know that there is no one here trying to advance in life to take over his world as his masters favorite. One
master equals one slave. How much Cody has helped me learn. How much Cody loves me, yet he is way above me in this house and the ladder of life.
As sounds filtered down the hall and into my room, Master Peter was beginning to wake up. His moving around took me away from my quiet world of thought. Master Peter reached over and rubbed my head in a gesture signifying love and kindness.
The overhead lights came on and all of us blinked and rubbed our eyes. That is except for Billy, who slept with his blindfold on. Cody entered carrying a tray, which had everything needed to clean and sanitize all the body jewelry of everyone in the room. He sat the tray on our mat and retreated. Master Trey first cleaned his new rings then he came and cleaned mine, while master Peter observed the process. I glanced over to Billy and he was still sound asleep, looking ever so peaceful.
Peter cleaned his own rings, with Master Trey giving very little assistance. Then it came time to wake his `boy'.
Opening the cage door and taking hold of Billy's leash, Peter gave a little tug at the same time he was moving one of Billy's knees back and forth. Taking hold of Billy's hand was a good indication for Billy to work himself out of his cage, which he did. Still sleepy faced, Billy didn't understand the next tug of his leash, so Peter leaned in and told him to kneel.
Billy went to rub his eyes, a normal body reflex, but had forgotten he was now wearing his new clothes. The leather mitts on his eyes startled him but for a couple of seconds.
Master Peter presented his cock to Billy's lips and Billy opened up properly to accept his master's nectar. Master Peter then took a container and slid it around Billy's dick so that he could relieve his bladder.
The cool sensation of the cleaning lotion brought Billy to being fully awake now. When his master was done with the cleaning, he put his `boy' in the same position as me.
Cody returned with the four meal bowls, handing them to the two masters. He picked up the first tray and once again departed the room.
With the meal now in front of us, the only one that needed a little coaxing to start eating was Billy. Since he couldn't see, nor had his sense of smell sharpened yet, master Peter tugged on his leash to get him in proper position to eat.
While we ate, the two masters removed themselves from the room. Apparently they joined the others. We were finished our meal long before the others returned. Billy asked if it was ok to speak, and I reminded him that we had been given permission to speak during meal breaks. He asked about the reasons for being blindfolded and having to wear leather mitts, etc. I answered them in a way that I knew he would understand and accept. He asked if every morning would be like this and I assured him it would, with minor variations some days. He asked about his cage and mine and I didn't have a complete answer, but I told him only what I thought was the correct response. He asked about the time of day and I told him only to think of the moment at hand, that a boy' has neither need for, nor a sense of time. Billy's only complaint was the spiked cinch ring and how it always poked his body. I told him that the ring is a constant way for our Masters to be pleased that we are keeping our legs far apart and our abdomens sucked in.
Billy began asking another question just about the time I heard voices and footsteps approaching, so I had to interrupt him and tell him the silence rule was now back in place. He went silent.
The others entered our room and began talking to both of us `boy's. I think that both Billy and I could easily tell which one of them was talking; each time one stopped and another began.
We were told that `today' we were going to get out of sequence just a little
bit, due to the fact that the Parkers were coming this morning. For whatever
reason, us boys' didn't receive our morning baths or enemas. We got our teeth brushed and the little stubble we had shaved off. We were led outside into the back yard, and got led around by our leashes for some exercise and so that Billy could get better acquainted with his mood of movement some more. During our exercise, the pool man arrived and made comments about the new boy'
and Peter. Neither of them seemed to care one way or the other about the comments. We were led back inside and command to stay.
The obvious sound of Mrs. Parker was heard by both of us. This time Billy muttered a comment but I couldn't understand what he said. I quickly and quietly
told him to be silent unless he wanted a whipping from Master Peter.
The Parkers arrived with all the masters following right behind them. They both made polite comments about the room and the cages, as they walked around looking at all of the teaching implements. Mrs. Parker stopped at the cleaning area and remarked how clean it was and that cleaning it must be such a chore.
They came close to us `boys' now, touching and feeling the both of us; even feeling our dicks and holes. Mrs. Parker made a comment that several boxes were in their rental car that needed to be brought to our room, so Peter and Trey went to retrieve them.
They inquired as to how well Billy slept last night and asked what ` the boys'
had done since waking up. Cody and his master answered.
Peter and Master Trey returned with the boxes. and then the Parkers were asked if they would like to eat breakfast now. They declined the meal, saying that they had much to do during the day and wanted to proceed with watching a ` typical morning'. Cody's master allowed him to leave the room, apparently to go eat by himself.
Dr. Parker inquired into `the boys' urinal training this morning and was told that each of us had accepted our master's nectar and not a drop was spilled. He then said he had to empty his bladder, so he proceeded to stand in front of Billy. This time he was not wearing pants, but shorts. He unzipped himself and lowered his shorts, instead of just taking out his penis. There he was standing there with no pubic hairs or scrotum hairs. He looked great.
He put his lips to Billy's mouth and emptied himself, but Billy spilled a few
drops and Mrs. Parker just had to make a snide remark about that.
She made a nasty remark about the forthcoming cleaning `the boys' holes. We were led over to the cleaning area and our chains, mitts and foot coverings were removed. Billy got his blindfold removed as well. She made some sort of comment but I was unable to hear what she said. Doctor Parker came forward and poured a bottle of foul smelling and tasting liquid into both of our mouths. Chains were then fastened to both Billy and my ankle cuffs, and Peter and Trey began pulling on separate hoists. I became concerned, as I had never done this before while getting an enema. I looked over and saw the Parkers and Cody's master standing there, close by, watching. All three of them had a huge smile on their faces. As our legs were being pulled up, they were also being pulled outwards a little.
There I was, inverted; face-to-face with Billy. I was a little nervous but Billy looked scared. I heard Dr. Parker say that the liquid we had just swallowed would irritate our digestive system in just a couple of minutes and that would really make for a very unique and thorough cleaning. Mrs. Parker was heard describing what she was hoping to witness during the cleaning.
"I certainly hope the boys' get covered from hole to head," she said. "If we could get that drain covered up it would make for better training of the boys'. Trey, Peter why have you dressed? I think for now it best if both of you are naked, so take those shorts off now, right NOW."
Apparently, Cody's master was allowing her and Dr.Parker ample freedom to be bossy'. Maybe, just perhaps, to keep them happy so neither would complain and bitch'. At least the Parkers were demonstrating some authority, which so far was not bad. It struck me oddly though, realizing that both their sons were of legal age and no longer actually responsible or accountable to their parents. Peter and Master Trey were preparing two standard enema bags for each of us; when I heard Mrs. Parker, once again start up a conversation. The first word out of her mouth was awesome. She used the word Luke. Now I knew the name of
Cody's master, my former master.
"Luke, can you see what is going to happen when the boys' expel the cleaning water. Isn't it going to be just grand? It is so nice to be able to see both of them receiving the cleaning at the same time. I don't know about you, but I have always wanted to do this to Billy. You see, Billy was an accidental pregnancy and ever since he was born I have molded or tried to mold him into no more than a submissive boy. That too is why we have worked the way we have with his brother, making him the dominant' one."
Surely the woman couldn't be this mean, or could she. I guess she was, and now she was really showing all of her pent up feelings towards Billy. This only made my feelings for him that much stronger. Knowing what I know about everyone else in the room, I knew that they also were having some emotional difficulties about now. Peter remained silent throughout.
Mrs. Parker stepped over to us boys' and began playing with our guiche rings, tugging them, but she knew better than to start twisting them, at least until they healed. "I just love these rings, she said, they will come in so handy once they have healed. At least for now the rings will keep the legs nice and wide when the boys' move around." Then the old witch squatted down and played with our snout rings, flipping them back and forth so that would bounce off our lips and hit our noses. Mine flipped a heck of a lot easier since I had my grommets already installed in my body. She piped up again saying that they would stay until we had our noon meal, just so she could see us eat with the snout rings.
It was about this time that Dr. Parker spoke up. "You know dear, if I can use
Master Luke's phone and fax machine after lunch, we would be able to stay until at least until five o'clock. That way we can see and do more, and we don' t want to forget to spend some quality time alone with our two boys before we leave." The old bag agreed with her slave of a husband. Master Luke, not wanting to alleviate from his normal self, being polite, agreed to them staying, but I don't feel he was all that keen on it. Yet, the way he has been acting this morning and smiling at our soon arriving enema, perhaps he knows something we don't.
The water had already begun to flow just about the time Mrs. Parker was playing with our snout rings. I'm glad the masters did let it flow in real fast. My guts were killing me. I thought for a moment about something I wanted to do and if I would get punished for doing it. Heck with it, I did it anyway. I took my two hands, from being palm down on the tile floor and took his hands in mine and gave a light squeeze, so he would know that he is not alone. I didn 't know how he was feeling but if he was like me, that liquid we drank would be coming out any minute.
Mrs. Parker told our Masters to find something or use their hands to cover our holes so that when we expelled, the liquid wouldn't go flying all over the place. I knew the bags were about empty now. Mrs. Parker went and played with
Billy's and my dick. So so loved the way Billy's dick was now kept horizontal from his body, regardless of what position he was in'. She even commented to Peter that he should use one of the items in yesterday's purchases to " whip his pathetic excuse for a male penis." The masters had found something to loosely put over our holes, just in the nick of time. As the mess was erupting from our bowels, it began to flow down our backs and chests. Everybody, and I mean everybody applauded, well except us to boys'. Now the mess of liquids and solids had reached our heads and all Billy and I could do was close our eyes and accept our cleanings. Even while the eruptions were taking place the bags were quickly refilled and readied for the `rinse cycle'. The rinsing went in fast, under order of Dr. Parker, and came out very quick. Billy and I were covered in our own poop. Some were talking about how Mrs. Parker had come up with a marvelous suggestion. Our legs were lowered and now Billy and I were laying in the mess. I didn't dare open my eyes.
Dr. Parker commented that he wanted to try to re-arrange our bodies for the next phase of OUR training. He grabbed my hoist ropes and began pulling me up, just enough so that my head and shoulders remained on the tile floor. Then he grabbed my legs and turned my body around so that my face was close to the edge of the tile. Satisfied, he did like wise to Billy. Now we could look up and see the ceiling. Billy and I were about three feet apart from each others head, and I could no longer see him. Dr. Parker went and brought back two bed side potty's. He placed one over each of us. He adjusted them to their lowest setting so that the seat was about six inches over my face.
We both lay there, in our own poop, knowing full well what was to come. I felt a hand grab mine and knew it was Billy. He was squeezing for all he was worth. Master Luke saw that and said ``oh how sweet, the two `boys' are either learning to communicate with each other or they are in love with one an other ''. Mrs. Parker said "No I think the sweet part is about to arrive."
Ole doc offered both Master Trey and Peter one each of the same stuff we had consumed earlier, told them to drink it down and not to wonder to far off. Mrs. Parker and Master Luke came up and looked down through the seat, at each of our faces. Mrs. Parker said to us, " now don't go closing your mouths when your Masters give of themselves. If you don't taste most of what they give you, I'll see to it that you both receive a good whipping. If one fails his task, both still get punished." Our dicks got a lot more attention while everyone was waiting for our Masters to `feel the urge".
Mrs. Parker asked, or complained, about why my nads were not separated. Master Trey told her that they were released for this cleaning and our bathing. She accepted the answer.
She said that once cleaned up that both boys' needed to get them separated and if we were bathed completely inverted then our scrotums would be so much easier to tie and separate. She then asked Master Luke about further infusions and he replied that perhaps that would occur right at tonight's sleep time. She didn't buy that reasoning at all. She suggested' that perhaps he could get some sterile water and inject all four separations with about 30 to 40cc each, immediately following them being separated. Master Luke said it could be done and if that pleased her, he would be more than happy to do it.
With both Masters now ready to let loose, they took up their positions, but not before they each looked at our faces. Both of them were smiling wide. The
Parkers each took up a position so that they could each observe one face. They got to see what they wanted, needed and desired to see. Billy and I were a real mess. Billy had so much pressure applied to my hand that I thought he would break at least one of my fingers.
Dr. Parker then asked our Masters to rise from the seats but remain still. They complied. He then raised us up totally off the floor, swinging. He and the old lady removed the seats from the cleaning area. He commented that "the boys need their faces rinsed off and that all males need to come forward and rinse them off". Five dicks were aimed at our faces and five streams of warm piss rinsed of f our faces. We were released from the hoists and told to assume our kneeling position at the edge of the tile. Our Masters were told to back up and we had to lick them clean. When that was done we got our baths.
Mrs. Parker was upset that we did not receive our nad separations while inverted, but her husband calmed her down along with Master Luke. I don't think the enemas and hole licking took more than forty minutes. We again got our rings and bar cleaned and sanitized. I got another bladder release and rinse, while Billy had to piss into a urinal thing. The old lady didn't miss a thing. She inquired why only one had a catheter and wanted to know the reason for the
catheter in the first place. She looked at Master Peter for the answer.
Master Peter answered, " A catheter allows total control so that a `boy' only pisses when he is allowed to Mrs. Parker." Awesome answer!
Mrs. Parker came back, "Well, why then does your `boy' not have one?'
Master Peter responded, " Mrs. Parker, I was thinking about having one installed on my `boy' this morning; but, I haven't had the time to get setup for it."
Again Mrs. Parker, "Well then get setup! You can't learn and you can't teach if boy' doesn't have the proper plumbing!" " While you get ready, I'll see to it that the boys' get their logs installed in their holes, IF YOU DON 'T OBJECT!"
No Mrs. Parker I don't mind a bit and thank you for your assistance, Master Peter said.
Masters Trey and Peter left to get ready for Billy's plumbing. Mrs. Parker asked Cody to `fetch the logs'. Cody returned with the grease logs and Dr. Parker started inserting mine and Mrs. Parker worked with Billy. Since I was accustomed to them and my hole was most normal looking, my logs went in easy, but not so easy for Billy.
"God damn tight holed bastard. Open up you fucking useless thing. What a pussyboy we have here. Well shit, one finally got in." Billy was crying and I just knew that she didn't want to waste any time to go easy on him.
"Ok you piece of shit, open your fucking hole. Didn't you hear me you little
cocksucker?' Billy was screaming as Mrs. Parker asked for something to shove the logs in with. " All right you little waste of sperm, here comes number three. Breath you bitch!"
"God such a cry baby! You had better learn to take pain, you shiteater! You don't know how long I have waited for this day, you little faggot! Your fucking days of pain haven't even started yet, you little dicked asswipe! What is wrong with a little blood and pain amongst family and friends." Finally the third log was in.
" All right baby are you ready for number four. Well ready or not I could care less. Don't you cry now you fucking sissyboy." The screams of pain and the tears of shame came flying out of Billy as the last log went in and his hole clamped shut. I had faired a lot better, at least I could keep my screams and thoughts to myself. Billy would learn to, as well. Now she was taking a small dildo and pushing the logs further up Billy.
" You see bitch, this is how it is going to feel when you get raped by your Master. You feel the rod don't you, you worthless piece of flesh! God how I love doing this, I've always wanted to do this! Dear are you having as much fun as I am. Perhaps when we get home I will be doing this to you." Thank goodness this part of our daily training is over with, for now.
" Alright you there `boy', get over here and lick the grease off of this ass and then this bitch can lick your hole clean." She yelled. I cleaned Billy and he cleaned me.
Already a tough day and it isn't even half over, I don't think. I had never been degraded like this, even when I told my parents I was gay. Something strange is going on and I don't know what it is, which bothers the hell out of me. I didn't hear one master attempt to stop the vile woman from handing out verbal abuse. But, I had heard that a lot of `dominate types' love to dish it out. Not my style, not for me and for sure not for my Billy.
Our leashes were affixed to the collars and we were led away from Mrs. Parker. Master Peter got his boy' onto the table, lying on his back. I was taken and bound by my limbs in the sling. Master Trey left and came back with my buttplug and slowly inserted it. Dr. Parker and Master Luke helped Peter get Billy bound and then they raised his limbs up and out, like had been so many times already. They proceeded to get his nipples tied and pulled tight. Master Peter tied the snout ring up and tight along with the ears. With Billy wearing his cock splint' his dick was already sticking straight up so they just tied leather to the Prince Albert and yanked hard as they tied it off. They didn't bother with his tender guiche ring, not until it heals a little more. Dr. Parker started lacing Billy's nad while Master Peter leaned in real close to watch. Once the nads were set, Dr. Parker handed Master Peter the two loose ends and told him to tie them up and to make sure they were tight. Now for the first time, I was seeing them do to Billy, what they had done to me. I knew the pain Billy was feeling and there was nothing I could do about it.
Master Peter went and got a buttplug from the stuff that his parents had purchased. He showed it to his boy' and said, " Now boy' this is going to hurt some, but the sooner we get you normal, the better for Me and for you." I was glad to see Master Peter take his time and I only heard a few groans from Billy, before the plug was firmly in place.
I could actually see the fear in Billy's whole body, when they put the blindfold back on and plugged his ears. Master Peter produced a mouth gag, the likes I had never seen. The darn thing looked just like a penis and almost as big as Billy's. Master Peter had to take his time with it, as Billy was gagging
as it went all the way in. As much as it hurt me to see it, I knew that if Billy could learn to handle this gag that he would handle throat fucking without too much trouble.
I watched and learned as Master Luke approached with those giant sized syringes filled with sterile water. Billy screamed into his gag as each nad got the
requested 60cc of liquid. Again, I got a first hand look at how it was my first time with infibulation.
I knew I was next, and I wasn't disappointed. I too lost all my senses. I knew while I lay here that they would release Billy's dick and subject him to his new plumbing.
I began to get covered with clothespins. Lots and lots of them. I felt hot wax and all the other `standard' forms of abuse. I could only assume that Billy was receiving the same.
I don't know how long we were left alone to feel and discover even more of our senses, but I didn't think it was all that long. I did get two bladder drains and rinses, so perhaps we lay there for only an hour or so. In a way, I was hoping that it was near time for the parents to go, not as much for my sake, but for the sake of Master Peter and my Billy.
The clothespins began to get removed, and that is one pain I honestly hate. I my limbs were released as were all the binds holding my rings. They began to lift me out of the sling and that is when the weight of my nads really hurt. When I got down into my proper position, someone attached weights to my already swollen and pained nads. This shot pain all the way up my gut once more. They removed my blindfold and earplugs and the first thing I did was to look in Billy's direction. He too, was being returned to his normal position, weighted nads, and had his sight and hearing returned. I looked down and back a little and saw his plumbing. His catheter was not anywhere near as large as mine, but size doesn't matter right now. He has to learn that his Master controls all of him. He glanced at me, smiled as if to say, `thank god we made it through that'. Our chains were attached and we were led out of the room and into the backyard.
There we found everybody sitting around the picnic table eating. I guess, either they were having a late lunch or an early dinner. Our bowls were waiting on us. We ate, while the Parkers laughed at us. They were hysterical with laughter. How funny, cute, doglike we looked eating this way. Billy glanced at me only once during our meal and gave me that loving smile of his.
We were led back inside to our room. The Parkers wanted to show the Masters how they thought the `boys' should sleep at night. So we were both led to our
individual cages. They worked on me first. They put a piss gag in my mouth and the misses really buckled it tight. They took each wrist and tied each to a corner of the cage above my head. Then they took my leg cuffs and attached a chain to them and fed the chain above and out the top of the cage. My nads were tied to the top of the cage as well. They closed the cage door and padlocked it.
The started going at it with Billy the same as they had done to me. Once he was situated the same way, Dr. Parker reached through Billy's cage with two pieced of tubing. One tubing went on the piss gag and the other went to his plumbing. He reversed the tubing so that I had Billy's plumbing in my piss gag and visa versa. When the plumbing was finished Mrs. Parker reached in and unclamped the ends and the piss from both ends started flowing.
"Well there you have it." Dr. Parker said "If we were the masters, this is most likely how we would leave them for the night. But, it is early yet so I'm sure that after we depart the `boys' will be released until sleep time."
Mrs. Parker now had her turn. "I want to thank you Luke for a wonderful weekend. I don't know when I've had so much fun. I almost can't wait to get home with my husband (slave). I'm thankful that my husband has been offered and has accepted a job with the Center', BUT after seeing how much enjoyment you all have with slaves and boys, I don't want my husband working there. In fact, I don't want to move to Florida! What my husband has agreed to is no longer a factor here. Both of my sons are now gone. Both of them the last time I saw them were legal adults', so consider then, I have removed them from my house. Furthermore, consider all of the items and cage for Billy boy and his brother as a token of my thanks for a great weekend. You see, with the boys no longer in the picture, I can live quite comfortably back at my small ranch; just me and old hubby here. I can even make a nice room for him if I so chose. So as you see, I can be a fair and reasonable `lady'. Come dear, let's get out of here and go home.
Not one word was said, as they walked themselves out the door. When the Masters and Cody knew that they were gone, our room filled with cheers and back slaps. Billy and I were taken out of our cages, for the time being. Our plumbing was disconnected and clamped off. Everyone of them came over and hugged and kissed us the best they could. Master Luke yelled "party time" and Billy and I were led back outside. Everybody got jumping in and out of the pool as Billy and I were allowed to sit' not kneel. We all got cold soda to drink and Master Peter and Master Trey fired up the grill for some old fashion marshmallow roasting. When the festivities were over, Master Luke asked boy' and Master Peter how they felt about the turn of events.
Master Peter repeated his love for Billy and Billy did likewise. Both of them
said how much they loved it here and didn't want to leave. Neither of them showed any sadness that their folks had just kicked them out of the house and
out of their lives.
Master Luke called Cody off to the side and talked with him for a long while.
Returning, Master Luke announced that Billy and Peter could stay with us. Tomorrow Cody and the two Masters would arrange two of the bedrooms to accommodate a cage in each one, along with the normal furniture a Master would need. But tonight we four had to sleep back in the training room. Master told us to return to the room for a cleaning etc. and prepare for an early sleep, But he said that also he would expect the `boys' to pleasure their individual Masters before sleeping. Billy looked at me when he heard that part, and gave me a look of not understanding. I smiled back at him and told myself that he would enjoy pleasuring his Master tonight of all nights.
It didn't take long, perhaps 3 months before Billy and I looked identical in every way. Master Trey goes off to work every day at the Center'. He works in the accounts receivable department. Master Peter goes off to work every day at the Center'. He is in charge of maintaining the lawn and landscaping.
Master Luke continues with his private practice and his work at the "Center" .
Billy and I are quite happy now. We look like we are supposed to. Like brothers, like twins. Both of our Masters took all the advice and instruction they could soak up from Master Luke. Master Trey has even been able to pay back his uncle all the money he owed him.
During the week, Billy and I are cleaning the house and the pool. We get plenty of time to exercise, as well. Cody is our overseer' for the day-to-day stuff. Cody is our boss'. When our Masters come home at night we greet them, properly dressed and properly positioned. Our nights and weekends are filled with guests coming to our home and you could say that the weekend training sessions that we used to attend are down to only once a month. And, they have
increased what they are teaching the slaves and `boys'. So they are really intense both mentally and physically. All of the weekend training is done at the stables which we found out is owned by the "Center".
We get an occasional note or card from Mrs. Parker and her slaveboy. The photos that she sends are quite interesting but Master Peter and his `boy' do not hear about the cards nor do they see the photos. And that was their choice not to read or see them.
Most nights I fall asleep in my cage, but there are those nights when I get to sleep the whole night with my Master.
Our family is my reality
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