Subject: The alex chronicles-28-29 Keep Nifty alive and active. Show your gratitude! Please make a donation if you can to Nifty: fty/donate.html Chapter 28. Aftercare I am very sore, almost everywhere. It’s like an after-glow, and the pain of Master’s discipline continues to exert its influence on me. But He is touching me and helping me get up the stairs, one at a time, and kissing my neck, and telling me what a good boy I am and how proud He is of me. That makes me so happy. I want to make Him proud of me, just a way of saying “thank You for coming to rescue me from my dull life.” What is difficult about walking right now is that my inner thighs are probably black and blue, so it is slow going. He helps me and praises me for every step I’m able to take. “I’ll tell you a secret: a well-whipped slave who took it for its Master brings out the Daddy side of His nature. Coos and cuddles.” He kisses side of my neck and leans over to turn on the water in the shower and make sure it isn’t too hot. “Baby, you need to take some more pain from your Master. Slowly get in and get yourself under the water. Accept how it hurts. Come on, be a good boy.” His words actually make me want to obey Him, and so, I decide to jump in all at once. I jump. the water hits. I scream!!!!!!!! Billy calls out to me: “that’s your punishment for not doing it exactly the way I told you to.” and He watches me as I cringe under the water and begin to cry. After the initial shock, it was easier to handle. The worst part of all was my groin and between my legs and my butthole. Master turns the water off. “that’s enough. Next time you’ll do it the way I told you to?” “Yes, Master. This slave is so sorry for disobeying, Master. From now on, it’s the way You tell me.” He runs His Hand over the top of my head. “Hmmmm…I think I’m going to let this slave’s hair grow back in. I’m wishing I could just reach over and muss it up on it.” He helps me out of the shower and gently dabs me dry. “thank You, Daddy,” I say, letting Him know what I need the most right now. I need my Daddy. “Stand against the wall, baby boy, so Daddy can put lotion on you that will help make you feel better. Make sure you spread your legs like a good boy.” “Yes, Daddy.” And I get into position and thrust out my behind, because I know where He’s gonna start. “I’m not putting any lotion on your hole because I’m afraid it might sting. I’ll have to remember to get some baby oil. I’ll love it when you smell like baby oil. I’ll want to eat you all up!” I hiss when He gets to my thighs and balls. “I know it will help, Daddy, but ouch!” Daddy giggles and pats my back. “that’s a good boy. take your hurts nicely, boy. That’s what good slaves do. Do you want to be my good boy, alex?” “Yes, Daddy.” “My total slave?” “Yes, Master.” My goodness, what is happening? It’s like there are four of us in here right now! Anyway, He helps me to the bed and then really does tuck me in. Then he’s looking down at me from over me and I’m laying back and looking up at Him and something powerful that feels almost like electricity flows between us. He kisses me on the forehead and closes my eyes with His Fingers, and . . . . . the next thing I remember is waking up to Him washing my face with a warm wet cloth. I smile up at Him. Billy, that Billy I always idolized, is wiping my face for me and I know I would do anything at all He ever asked me to do. Chapter 29. Story-telling What was the last thing I said? Oh, yeah, Billy I always idolized, is wiping my face for me and I know I would do anything at all He ever asked me to do. So what does Çeşme Escort He ask me to do? Blow him? Guess again. He asked me to put on a pair of shorts and a-shirt because we’re going out for a while, starting with a late lunch. I get dressed. He looks me over closely and says, “No. This won’t work. Go look in the mirror.” OMG! There is literally a ring of hickeys around my neck. How could I have forgotten? He goes and gets a windbreaker with a high collar and tells me to put it on. It fits fine; after all, we’re just about the same size. Sometimes people just assume that He is a lot older than me because He is most definitely an Alpha, or even a confident Dad-type person because of the way He carries Himself, while when I’m with Him I seem younger and weaker and more vulnerable. Well, ha, ha! It’s all true, yet I still chuckle to myself about the presumed “age difference,” but that’s jumping way ahead in the story. Where was I? Oh, yes: windbreaker. Billy checks it out on me and decides it is a good cover-up, just that I won’t be able to take it off even though it is a fairly warm day. It’s nice to be getting out of the cabin for a while. So much has already happened there that I’m having a hard time keeping it all together in my head. I remark that to Master and He says, “Don’t try to keep any of it. The only thing that matters is whether or not you’re becoming a slave on the inside. Focus on the present. Just like you do when you’re sucking my cock or licking my feet. Focus, boy. And keep your damn legs open like I taught you!. Don’t make me slap you on those sore thighs, boy.” “Yes, Master.” He moves His Right Hand towards me and tells me to bend down in the seat. I do so, and He sticks His Ring Finger in my mouth. “Here, brat. Focus on this! Suck it like you suck my cock.” Wow. He chuckles as He continues to drive. Finally, He takes his finger from my mouth and slaps me lightly on the cheek a couple times. “Sit up now, boy. We’re heading into town. I don’t know what the climate is here so you’d better behave and be subtle. Don’t look at me like you’re in love with Me. And don’t keep your eyes down as if you’re My Slave or something like that. Tell me about your family if you can’t find anything to talk about.” “Okay, pal,” I answer sarcastically. We head into a little caf�-type place that actually has a menu. We get seated and a waitress brings over a couple papers with the menu printed on them. We each pick one up but I don’t pay much attention to it and put it down. The waitress comes over again with her pad out. Billy says, “Actually, we’re both going to have the same thing. Nice juicy medium rare cheeseburgers and sides of onion rings. Two iced coffees�the coldbrew kind if you have it.” She nods and heads off. He begins the conversation, “so, seriously, tell me what’s going on with your family. I haven’t seen your parents since 8th grade. “It’s rough. My mother is really pretty hard on me, always has been. She always used to accuse me of being gay and then when she found out that I actually was gay, She freaked out! I’m glad I had moved out of the house by then, because she probably would have kicked me out.” “Where were you living?” “In a kind of boarding house, but most of the people there were gay, and there were a couple of fag hags too, so it was kind of a fun group of people. I liked it there.” “Why did you end up moving out?” “Boyfriend.” “Oh. I wasn’t aware of that. What was he like?” “Not like You at all, very vanilla. It was a silly thing, a kind of `teen romance’ and we weren’t very realistic and Çeşme Escort Bayan never communicated about what we wanted or needed. It only lasted 18 months. He knew I was a slut and he knew it wasn’t going to change any. He really didn’t expect much from me or me from him, really, other than he liked to nod head me and did it a lot. Fed my developing sub nature. But then I really wanted to get spanked and other stuff and he wouldn’t have any part of that, so I went out looking for it. That’s how I ended up in the clubs.” “No other relationships, like with someone who could give you what you needed?” “No. A couple of .. .um…aggressive guys wanted to try it, but even if the playing was okay, there weren’t doing it for me in a way that I would want to make a commitment. And I knew that a commitment like that would mean that there would be no fooling around.” “Like now,” He commented and I just nodded my head and whispered, “all Yours!” “Besides, I really like�um, liked�the clubs. Safe. Easy to get out of something if you needed to. Lots of variety. Lots of guys willing to give some …um … instruction.” I’m really being careful. This place isn’t very big so I didn’t want anyone to hear something that would upset them. “And how long has this been going on? Your interest in the clubs.” “Since I was a sophomore in college. 19. But you must have started a lot earlier.” “Not at all. Dad was very circumspect, even after they got divorced. I knew he was gay, but not the other part. You saw how big the house it. It was easy for him to keep things from Me. I really thought Hank was a kind of chauffeur and cook and housekeeper. I never saw or heard anything else. And it just started seeming all natural to me, the way Dad ordered him around and never really said thank you or anything like that. I told Dad I was gay when I was 14. Mom was already gone by then. Well, one day I was using Dad’s computer in his office and I forgot to delete the history because he got home early from work that day. That’s how he found out that I was reading stories about Masters and slaves on Nifty. Let’s see, you were already gone, so it was . . . hmmmmm…maybe senior year in High School. We had a great chat about it all then. He told me a little about Hank, not too much, but also told me that if I had any questions at all about it, I could always go to him, but he hoped I wouldn’t experiment until I was 18. And if I did, then he would explain just about anything I wanted to me.” “wow. You were so lucky.” “Well, obviously it was in our genes. Like Father, like son and all that. After that first time we talked a lot about things. I told him about My suspicions about you and how I wished I could have gotten you to serve me that day in the bathroom. I told him I felt I was Dom, definitely not the other way. Then Dad told me what he said was the most important thing of all: Don’t do anything with a sub that you haven’t experienced yourself. I objected a bit, told him it would be dangerous for me to suddenly put it out there that I wanted to try sub stuff. He asked me to let him think about it. A couple weeks later he told me he had come up with a couple ideas.” “What were his ideas?” The waitress has brought the food by now and we’re really enjoying it while we’re talking. “That he would ask some of his friends to let me experience some things if I would be willing to go along with it. I said that would be fine as long as I could get out of anything easy. So he taught me about safe words, and set up a few things. Something different from each guy Escort Çeşme I was with. Over the next few months, I got quite an education. The good thing about it was that these guys usually had other subs of slaves, and they would let me practice on them after I’d experienced it myself. So that worked out well. And then, once I was 21, of course, there were other ways to connect with people. Clubs, baths, back room bars, etc., and I had myself a real good time. I didn’t know this at the time, but my father always had me followed in case anything went wrong. Enough about this, though. So tell me when was the first time you actually did anything with a Dom.” “It was at the baths. This was in New York City. There was this one place that had a reputation for our kind of activity, so I went there. I’ll never forget it. As soon as I got there, when I was walking to my room, I could hear someone getting spanked with a strap and him yelling out. I was hard before I even got my clothes off. So anyway, I just laid my strap on the bed and sat there naked, and sure enough, some hot guy came in and picked up the strap and told me to suck his dick. And while I did, he started hitting me.” “Did you do more with him?” “No, but there were others too, so I was getting a good amount of experience. And I had done a lot research about it, so I wasn’t completely ignorant. Then one night…this was really awesome . . . I went into this guy’s room and he was really getting into my head. He put clamps on me for the first time and knew how to talk me into taking it. He wanted to bring me home, and I was so turned on by his style that I went. Had an amazing time with him and he tried just about everything with me except for piss. Wasn’t interested. Anyway, this is the wild part, Sssum Billy: It turns out this guy was a professional s/m escort. But he took a liking to me and I got it for free. He gave me a new name: Jesse. Whole bit. I got to be with him a few times after that, but then he told me that he had done all he wanted to do with me and now I was on my own. That was fine. I was really lucky to learn that way. Then I started going to the clubs.” “And one night I saw you there.” “Without my knowing.” “At the proper time, I made myself known to you, alex.” “And now my life is completely changed.” “Let’s get going.” Master drops some money on the table and we see our way out. When we get back into the car, he says, “That was a good thing to do, telling our stories. We will continue to do so. Going out for a meal is a good setting for it to happen. How did you feel about it?” “I loved it, Master. I never told anyone about myself before, and I’m fascinated by the situation You grew up in. Both parts are good and yes, they’re very helpful. Especially spending relaxed time “out of role,” if You know what I mean.” “Exactly. Don’t forget that I told you that things would be a lot more relaxed when you’re not in training.” “Yes, Sir. Now I understand.” We drive a couple blocks and Master parks the car in front of a country-western style store. “We’re going in here,” He tells me. “I need to get you socks and boots. Tomorrow I’m bringing you to a friend’s ranch, and you’re going to be doing slave labor for him for the day.” And that is all He would tell me. “that’s all you have to know for now. Make sure the boots you choose will be suitable for a lot of hard work and walking around.” Ulp! END OF CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE Next: alex serves two boot salesmen This author (robbie) is a sub and enjoys corresponding with brother subs about turn-ons in the story and in our regular lives as subs. It is also HONORED by the emails it receives from Doms and Masters. 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