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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 111
BOOK THREE ALL OF THE SANDS PART ONE - Journey
I drifted into and out of sleep several times as we drove, mostly with my head on his lap. The pillow of his stomach was a restful place to sleep. I could feel his body moving with the vehicle, as we cornered or accelerated. Benyamin's Merc seemed to me to slide through the night, the suspension rock-steady but also sort of gently responding to the road's bumps and turns - I suppose that's what makes it such a expensive car. The sound system felt like we was in a concert hall. The smell was of newness and leather and Benyamin's powerful manly body and every time he breathed I could smell it like a taste; the taste of his mouth.
Knowing Benyamin had so much power and wealth, knowing that a man like that owned me, that he could just use me in any way he wanted and that if he wanted to get rid of me if he wanted he could just get rid of me as easily as that, by any method, because I did not exist except as something he owned; but I was sitting here in his car, pressed into the soft red leather seat, next to my new owner, naked, sitting next to him with the sweat of my arse slightly sticky on the dark red leather - it didn't seem to matter. I was constantly throbbing between my legs; the skin of my penis was pulled right back, I was so stiff. I wanted him to fuck me as soon as possible. My cunt was so hot for him, all I could feel was my cunt.
He frequently reached out a hand to grope my legs. He pulled my head down to rest in his groin several times. He had his thick hardon in my face and he was feeding it to me, and I was licking it as it leaked, and he wanted me to bring it to orgasm but not to let his ejaculation down his shaft and mess his pants, so I had to be super careful when I could feel him climax to suck hard on the tip and swallow everything. I felt it squirt and hit the back of my throat and I heard him groan and the Merc suddenly got faster as he returned it to its full speed and transferred once more to the fast lane.
I was sleepy. My head in his lap was rocking with the road's bumps and him steering around the other traffic and all I wanted, all I wanted was to do was to touch him and lick him and make him happy and do everything he said and everything he wanted me to do, and stare at him, and wait for him and hoped he would love me until ... like there was an hour-glass, like a egg-timer as big as a whole desert, and until it ran through, until all of the sands of the desert ran through it ...
It seemed like we had been travelling for hours. At one point I was shivering so Benyamin turned the aircon warmer and told me to look in the glove compartment. There was a rolled up white fabric, like crisp white cotton I suppose, like this long shirt, this very long shirt you could say, which I put on and pulled down under me. It had a wide collar embroidered in all black flowers and leaves and letters what went round my neck and down in front along a slit that I put round my head and pulled it down. So it was really nice. So I looked a bit more normal then, not naked at least but I mean I felt quite fancy in it and when Benyamin caught a glimpse he was well happy.
"Sexy guy," he said with a smile, "wrapped up like a birthday present."
But it wasn't like it was difficult if he wanted to get into it; he could just put his hand inside the collar, or told me to lift up the hem so he could put his hand inside it - it was like a dress you could say. And it was only so thin so you could still see my body inside it and my chest and my nipples were pointing out as usual and if I was hard you could easily see it cause like my prick was to like making a white tent like wasn't it! - but when we got to Customs at least he didn't have this naked slave sitting next to him which would have been embarrassing. And I should think when he showed them his papers out the window it would be a problem - but when they did, and they saw them, they was like this super reapect and super super polite to him and made a big deal of reading the papers properly, like it might be a test, and putting them on the computer but didn't even ask who I was, like I wasn't there - animal and pets get waived so long as they are vaccinated, I suppose - then he calmly parked in the place in the train what they assigned and when we was parked he put his hand round my neck and kissed me, his fat moist lips soft on mine. His big tongue forced itself into my mouth like it belonged there and his beard rubbed my beard like all scrunched together. It was lovely. He knew how to treat me like I think he knew how to get the best from me.
He slid his hand inside my shirt and fondled my prick.
"You ever stop being hard?" he said.
He wanted to fuck me in the car then.
The railway took us under the channel and then we drove out into another motorway towards Paris, with the lights of enormous advertising screens lighting our departure from Calais.
As we drove he talked a lot about my new life as his property.
"You'll sleep with me to begin with but you must join the other slaves in the annexe when you are ready. Every part of the compound is fitted with cameras especially to keep watch on slaves so you'll be watched incessantly and ANYTHING you do wrong will be punished. You won't be able to do anything wrong."
"There is an overseer who's job it is to keep all the slaves in order, so you must obey him and also I would recommend you to take his advice, because he knows what is best. His name is Kajiq. You'll understand what I mean. Be careful because he sees more than you think. He sees everything. He is very experienced in keeping slaves. He is a slave also because I have owned him all my life because he used to be my father's best pet but when my father died I saw I could make better use of him. I mean, I have fucked him many times, but he is not what I am looking for ... You are what I am looking for," he smiled. "You are what I have always been looking for."
I smiled too - I was so proud to be his property - but I didn't know what to say, so I said, "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." My heart was fit to bursting.
"Thank you for what?"
"Sir for coming back Sir," I said. "Thank you for coming back Sir and buying me."
I buried my tears in his lap.
"You were worth it," he said.
When we got to Paris we drove right into the heart of the city along motorways through the outskirts that seemed to be alive with all the excitement of a major sporting event, surrounded by rocketing skyscrapers and more bright neon.
I looked out of the window like completely gobsmacked!
"I want you to see Paris at least once in your life," said Benyamin, "before you leave all this behind forever."
We saw the Eiffel Tower amazingly illuminated like the largest boner that had ever erected; the fancy buildings along the Seine, and then into La Place de la Concorde (Benyamin told me what it was), where another erection, the famous obelisk with its gilt adornments shining in floodlight, seemed to be a celebration of all the Superior Men who rule the world. I said a prayer, to myself, asking for the shining phallus to protect me and demand of me what it needed - I would always give. I made that promise, like it was Benyamin's penis! Place de la Concorde ...
"What are you thinking?" said Benyamin. "Are you impressed?"
I hardly dared look away to answer him, cause every second I was seeing something new and wonderful.
"That's the Louvre," he said.
"What is Sir?"
"That. That building. See that? That's the pyramid they built in the middle."
The glass pyramid poured its interior light up into the black sky like a beacon to a passing alien spaceship.
"What is it?"
He laughed, "It's a stairwell, basically."
"Oh? Yeah but what's the rest of it? The ... Loo-oo what Sir?"
"The Louvre. Haven't you heard of it? It's an art gallery basically."
"The Loo-oo-v ... What's it for?"
Benyamin laughed. "Good question. But it's just an art gallery; very very big. It's huge. It's absolutely enormous."
'Everything in Paris is like something enormous," I said, "like, 'This is huge! Look at this huge, whatever!', don't they Sir?"
He laughed.
"Yeah. It's called penis envy I think."
"What's that Sir?" I mean, I knew, course.
"Oh guy, penis envy is when you don't have a very big penis but you do everything else big to compensate."
He thought I was being serious.
I smiled.
"You don't have that do you Sir?"
"I've no complaints ..."
I got hard again thinking of Benyamin's huge willy illuminated like the Eiffel Tower and people driving round to look at it.
"Your cock is enormous Sir."
"I know it is."
"And I love your cock Sir, more than any of this Sir."
"Just as well because you're going to be seeing a lot more of it, and all of this," he nodded at the glamourous streetscape flying past our windows, "you shall probably never ever see any of this ever again; where I am taking you, you'll never leave. And all you'll do, I'll make you worship it like it's the greatest building in Paris!"
He laughed.
I laughed too. It was all I ever wanted.
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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 111