Chapter 8. Packing up and forming my mind.
"SIT UP!" means to get up and sit back on your feet like you did before I shaved your Head. Sit up now!" Billy looks over the things I spread on the bed. "Does this blindfold block out everything?"
"Yes, Sir."
He puts it in the backpack. "These metal handcuffs can cause a lot of damage. Did you use them much?"
"No, Billy. Never had the chance to. Just got them a while ago."
"Well, I'm glad you didn't. You would have regretted it. But most Doms these days use other safer things like what I put on your wrists. Oh, let's see Here, I have much better belts and straps then these. Where did you get that flogger?"
"Made it, Sir, out of rawhide shoelaces."
"Creative. Get much use?"
"Yes, Sir, quite a bit. And I used to use it on myself at times too when I was desperate."
"Hmmmm. Okay, we'll take that. Some day I'm going to like to watch you beat yourself up. Should tell you, Alex, that I like watching other men spank or whip a boy. Of course I do it myself, but I take after My Father who always enjoys seeing someone else beat His slave. Sometimes He even used Me, especially when He was teaching Me how to use various implements. He used to watch Me practice on crick—that's the slave's name. And I am really looking forward to watching My Dad spank your ass tonight. I'll be the one to determine how much you'll be taking. Always Me who decides when a thrashing stops. And like I said, it's your official "welcome" into the family. It's our tradition now. My Dad used to thrash My ass good and hard until I was out of high school, so even while you were lusting over me back in 10th grade, there's a good chance I would have had stripes across My Ass that day. And of course, I was fantasizing about watching My father spank the hell out of you. Well, now it's going to happen. And also, that's one of the reasons I'm having My Friends Michael and Robert to come up to the cabin, so I can relax and watch them work you over and find out what you're made of." He give me an evil wink.
"Don't see much else worth taking. I have all tmis stuff and most of it is better quality. Now for clothes. You don't need much, alex." He goes through My drawers and closet. "Here, you `ll wear these on the way out of here." He throws them to me. "Stand up and put them on now." As I'm doing that, He goes through other things. He selects two pair of gym shorts and one pair of cargo shorts. Three dark t-shirts with nothing written on them. He throws one of them to me to put on. Some white socks. Sneakers from the bottom of the closet. He tosses flip-flops to me to put on. Some handkerchiefs. My leather jacket which doesn't fit in the backpack but will be carried. He never even looks at the more professional clothes in my closet. "That's all you'll need for now and probably far into the future if I have anything to do about it. If you ever need anything else, I'll either buy it for you or send someone back here to get it."
He faces me and looks at me up and down. "Not bad. The cage doesn't even show. How does it feel?" "A little constricting, Sir." "Good. Let me know if it ever becomes painful." "Yes, Sir. thank You." "There are many different models we can try out. It's important to find the best one because you'll be locked up most of the time from now on." I shiver and lower My eyes. "Sometimes My talk hits one of your submissive buttons, doesn't it, alex?"
"Just about all the time, Sir. I love the way yYu talk to me. I love the sound of Your voice. I love the way Ypu keep pressing me into sub space just by speaking to me. That never happened to be before." "Of course not. Because you hadn't been with the person you were meant to serve." Sneers and smiles.
"Okay. Go into the bathroom and clean up the mess. Wrap everything up into the sheet and we'll throw the sheet away on our way out along with the other crap. And all this shit goes into a trash bag as well." He gestures to the bed. For a second I think an objection because I'd have to build up my entire collection again if I'm ever on my own. Stupid thought! This is final. I'll never be back here as a free boy allowed to grow hair again. Unless He is working some demonic kind of sting on me. These thoughts torment my head while I straighten out the bathroom and wipe the tub and sink clean and bundle things up. I stand up straight again after bending down to pack up. He is standing in the doorway watching me.
"Your aura changed, Alex. Dark thoughts? Fear? Regret? Tell me what's in your fucked up mind? Come Here. Let me hold you." He holds me tight and I start to tremble. He rubs My back. "You'll feel so much better when you tell me what you were thinking about."
"It was stupid, Sir."
"Of course it was stupid. It darkened your aura. That's never good and never useful. So, tell, boy. You're safe. You won't be punished for what you were thinking. Your thoughts have been punishing you enough." I struggle but the words slowly become easier to say.
"I . . . When You told me we were going to toss away all the stuff on my bed, I had this thought that I regretted losing it all because I would need it when I ever came back here on my own. Then I realized how dumb that thought was, because this is permanent. But then I began to doubt that, and though that maybe You were pulling some awful kind of con on me." He keeps holding me. We stand there in silence for a long time. Then He opens my jeans and drops them down and tells me to sit on the toilet, but He puts the seat up so I have to spread my legs to sit on the bare bowl.
"Your mind is full of a lot of piss. Piss it out, boy. This is the way you have to piss now. Always spread over an open bowl. Worse even than a woman. Come on, let those muscles loose and let the piss flow." He takes out His own cock and holds it over the bowl and He begins to piss right on my cage. That caused my flow to begin and together we pissed. Me like a slave and Him like He was marking me as His own. We finish. He turns to the sink and fills up the cup there with warm water. He comes back to the toilet and pours it over my cage now, rinsing it out. "Put my cock in your mouth and suck out the last couple drops of piss for me, boy." All of a sudden that doesn't sound disgusting. It sounds like something I really want to taste. There isn't much, but I wasn't too disappointed. "Now put My Cock away for me. Make sure you don't scratch it on the zipper. Shit! That reminds me. I'd better pack a pair of sweat pants for you too. So much easier to pull down if someone wants quick access to your balls or your ass. Now get off the throne and get down!" I throw myself off and slip into position. I'm beginning to like it when I'm before Him like this.
"Listen, slave, and listen good. The more a slave thinks like a slave, the more a slave is at peace. The more a slave submits and obeys, the more pleasure the slave experiences from just about everything that happens. I know it's hard at first, and your thoughts frequently pull you away from your slave brain like they did when you were in here cleaning up. That's to be expected for a while. But what you have to realize, boy, is that while your mind was out of slave mode, you made yourself very sad and unhappy and even suspicious. Those thoughts hurt you, didn't they?"
"Yes, Master, they did."
"Keep that in mind. And never be afraid to tell Me when something like that happens. I'll probably know it before you even realize it. So now tell me this: are you going to have a lot of trouble believing me and trusting in me?"
"Damn, I hope not, Sir."
"Well then, give me your mind and let go. As much as you've thought over the years that you wanted something like this, the more I was waiting and planning for you to finally be Mine the way you were meant to be. Ten years, alex. I'm damn not going to toss this away like some stupid trifling joke. Now follow Me outside, get down and kiss My Feet and then put My Socks and Sneakers back on."
Crisis averted and He does make a lot of sense. Right then and there, I make a decision: I want to be His. I am going to trust him and see where it takes me. No matter where. No matter what.
Once He's put back together, He Helps me stand, puts the backpack on my back and hands me the leather jacket. He takes the trash bags we've filled and hands them to me all as well. I feel like a pack mule. He walks out of the apartment ahead of me, turning off lights and shutting doors, then opens the front door, presses the lock and starts down the stairs. I follow in my flipflips with pack, jacket and trash bags. I go to throw them in the trash and then follow Him to His car. He opens my door and I take off my backpack and get in, keeping the pack on the floor and the jacket in my lap. "Keep the jacket in your lap but open your pants and pull them down," He tells me as He starts the car. And we're off.