Nifty is a wonderful gift to all of us. Please make a donation if you can to Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
Chapter 14. A kinky lunch
We ride along for a very long time. The music is nice as is the scenery. I doze off from time to time. He keeps His hand on my thigh, sometimes smacking me, sometimes caressing. I am getting drunk on His touch. This is such a wonderful state of mind to be in, simply accepting what happens, whatever it might be. Once He punches me in the balls and I double over. He reaches out with His arm and pushes me back against the seat and I take a few deep breaths to deal with the pain in my gut from the punch. He gives a command:
"Whenever you recoil from a blow, always get back to your original position as quickly as possible, no matter what. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boy. I know you want to please me and make me proud of you."
"I do, Billy, really."
"Well then, let's see." He raps me in the balls again and I recoil but quickly push myself back into position. He grunts His approval and then leaves me alone for a while.
"Put your seat all the way back and settle. You've been through a lot lately. It's okay to fall asleep."
I'm grateful for the invitation because I can hardly keep my eyes open. I doze off, this time falling into a deep sleep until He gently shakes me to wake up as He is pulling into a highway rest stop.
"Put your seat up, baby. We need gas." He hands me a credit card and I understand that this is a slave's task. I get out of the van to work the pump. That done, we continue down the highway and get off at the next exit, following the signs to a rural diner. Before I sit down, He says, "Go and piss. Make sure you dry off the cage before pulling up your pants. Meanwhile I will order your lunch." As I make my way to the single-person rest room, I realize that Billy is deciding what I will eat. My piss flows from my body through the cage into the water below, I remind myself that I must let go and surrender all right to self-determination in small matters as well as great, and I can't help but lower my Head and my eyes while I imagine that Master is standing before me observing my submission. This thought is more satisfying than anything I have ever experienced in actual sexual encounters with make-believe Doms. This is for real.
I take my seat across from Billy. Glasses of water have been put on the table and in front of my seat there is a chocolate milkshake with a swirl of whipped cream on the top. Billy winks at me and gets up to use the rest room himself. I continue to fall in love with the hard/soft nature of this man who claims that He now owns me lock, stock and barrel. Yes, He does.
He returns. "Use your spoon to get the whipped cream. Don't make a mess, boy." I blush because the waitress hears what he says to me as s places our food in front of us: a cheeseburger and fries for Master, a bowl of pea soup with crackers for me. "Thank you for feeding me, Master," I say. I don't care all that much for pea soup, but that doesn't matter. More surrender. "Finish it all or you will be whipped when we get to the cabin," He says. I keep my eyes on the bowl of soup and concentrate on eating. Fortunately, the waitress did not hear that remark. "Eyes up," Billy commands, and I see that He is extending His hand to offer me a French fry. I take it from His fingers with my mouth and try to lick the salt from His flesh but He withdraws His hand too quickly for me to do it.
We continue our meal. I make sure to leave no trace of soup in my bowl and I drink my chocolate treat through a straw. Billy doesn't eat all of His cheeseburger. He leaves a large piece of it on His plate and then pushes it to me. "Finish this." I take it and I eat it and it tastes so very very good. "When the waitress comes over to leave the check, Alex, suck all the remaining milkshake through your straw and make that slurping noise that hairless little boys are so fond of making."
She arrives and I do as I had been commanded. She gives me a funny look and I smile at her with my chocolate mustache. As she sets the check next to Billy, He takes His napkin and reaches across the table to wipe my lips clean. "Autistic," He explains to her, and she nods and gives me a patronizing look. For the first time, I have a strong negative reaction to something He said. And He knew it. "We'll talk about this in the car," He mumbles to me on our way out the door.
Do I really want to deal with this? Do I really have to explain why I reacted? Oops, I forgot that I am not in control and that for most things, I have no choice other than to be transparent (=naked).
END OF CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Next time: They reach the cabin. Alex crosses a boundary, naked and humiliated.
THANK YOU all for the feedback, suggestions and encouragement. Thank You Doms and Masters for ongoing advice and discipline.
PLEASE write me; I love all the men, fellow subs and superior Doms alike, that I am getting to meet. The conversations we are having are such a wonderful thing. It is difficult for me to meet real Doms and Masters when I live, so are conversations are a gift to me and make me realize that it is worth the effort to keep writing.
I promise to answer all emails.
subkodak25@gmail.com