The way it felt waking up next to him this morning, before I processed it was him.
No, I won’t be lonely, or lacking for attention, I suppose.
“We’re going to start with training you to basically be my valet,” he says. “You’re going to start showering with me—”
“Wait, what?”
“What?”
I stare at him. “Showeringtogether?”
“Is this a problem, boy? I’ve seen you naked. I jerked you off a little while ago. I warned you you’ll be spending a lot of time naked. You’re naked in here, with me, right now.”
True, true, true, and, of course, true.
He’s still staring at me. “Is this a problem, boy?” he repeats.
“No, Sir.” My voice sounds tiny to me, but even as I answer, I realize this doesn’t feel like any of the countless times Mom’s upbraided me for something.
This doesn’t feel…wrong.
Weird and strange and new, yes.
Therightnessit’s imbued with can’t be denied.
He studies me for a moment before he speaks again. “You’ll open doors for me, the way you already have. I’m going to teach you positions I want you to kneel in. We’re also going to start with some domestic discipline this weekend. How and where we do that will vary depending on the circumstances. I can’t spank you in our dorm room if anyone else is around, because they’ll hear it, so I’ll develop alternatives.”
Thoughts of that simultaneously terrify and thrill me.
“There will be times I make you cry,” he continues. “Sometimes on purpose, sometimes incidentally. While you are in kneeling in position, I don’t care if snot’s rolling down your face, you don’t break position unless I’ve given you permission to do so. Not to blow your nose, not to wipe your tears. Understand?”
It makes me uncomfortable, but maybe that’s the whole point, so I nod. “Yes, Sir. What about during breaks?”
“Breaks?”
“What if we’re not together?”
He looks genuinely confused. “Why wouldn’t we be together?”
Maybe I’m not making myself clear. “I mean, during semester breaks. When we won’t be in the dorms.”
He turns a little, facing me. “You’re going to be withme,” he says, sounding matter-of-fact. “You letmeworry about where we’ll stay during our breaks. One of the trade-offs of this dynamic is that while you obey me and do what I tell you, I promise to take care of you in all ways. Including where we live. I told you, you will always have a place to live with me.”
The good kind of fear, for once, trills through me. “What if I can’t afford it?”
He reaches out and catches my chin, hints of a smile curling his lips. “Are you questioning my ability to take care of you,boy?”
“No, Sir.” I’ve answered before I even think about it. “I trust you.”
“Good.” He releases my chin and tips his head back again, but the sun’s out now, so he closes his eyes. “I own you, I control you, and Iwilltake care of you.”
* * * *
After a while, we head inside, grabbing towels from the pool bath on our way in. Carter has me check the living room and make sure I clean up my cum where it dripped.
It was…alot. And, fortunately, it was over the tile and not the area rug.
Once that’s cleaned up, he has me start a load of laundry and then orders me to join him in Susa’s master bathroom.
