“Me, Sir.”
“We need to study.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Another day off from PT,” he says. “We’ll start up again tomorrow. You’ll wear your leather cuffs and collar until we know Susa’s on her way. Chain collar stays on. I’ll take the tag off for you and put it on the leather collar. You’ll stay naked until then, too. Once I give you permission to get dressed, you may wear shorts and a T-shirt, no underwear. Until further notice, no underwear without permission. Wearing underwear without permission will result in punishment, and I don’t mean like yesterday, either. I’m talkingrealpunishment you absolutely willnotenjoy.”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m practically squirming under him now, eager to please him because I’m desperate to earn this orgasm.
“I want these sheets washed. And her towels, after we’ve showered, and her bed remade perfectly.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He leans in so close I almost think he’s going to kiss me.
It shocks me to realize I won’t mind if he does. I can feel my cock rubbing against his abs as he stares down into my eyes.
“Repeat after me—I am Sir’s boy, his cherished pet, and I belong to him.”
I stare into his eyes. “I am Sir’s boy, his cherished pet, and I belong to him.”
“Again.”
“I am Sir’s boy, his cherished pet, and I belong to him.”
He sits up a little, even while pinning my wrists over my head with his left hand. With his right, he scoops the puddle of pre-cum onto his fingers and wraps them around my cock. “Again.”
“I-I am Sir’s boy, his cherished pet, and I belong to him.”
“Donotstop. Keep repeating it until you come. You may come. Eyes open and on me. Whenever I give you an orgasm, unless you’re blindfolded or in a position where you can’t see me, your eyes are always open and onme.” He begins slowly stroking me.
With the warm, strong heat of his hand engulfing my cock, I struggle to keep my eyes open and talk at the same time. “I am Sir’s boy, his cherished pet, and I belong to him. I…I am Sir’s boy, his cherished pet, and I belong to him. I am Sir’s boy…”
The rational part of my brain recognizes operant conditioning and positive reinforcement when it sees it.
But the rational part of my brain is also happy to sit back and enjoy the hell out of this. I start rocking my hips in time with Carter’s hand, my gaze locked on his as I repeat his mantra over and over until, not even a couple of minutes later, I’m exploding with sweet, blessed pleasure rolling through me.
Far better than any orgasm I’ve ever given myself.
“Good boy,” he coos, smiling.
My eyes drop closed while I try to catch my breath. He’s still pinning my wrists down and I make no move to get free.
I don’t want to.
I feel him lean in and he presses a tender kiss right in the middle of my forehead. “Myverygood boy,” he whispers.
Honestly? I cannotremember the last time my mother ever kissed me.
Carter holds me as I cry.
* * * *
We shower together before breakfast, because now Carter’s been spooged, although he doesn’t seem to mind. The chain collar stays on me even in the shower, but he’s swapped the tag out, attaching the tag’s split ring to the D-ring on the front of the leather collar.
Before we finish our shower, Carter has me bend over and brace myself against the wall. While I suspect what’s coming next, I still flinch when I feel his lubed, gloved finger press for entrance.
“Breathe through it, boy. Think how easy this’ll make annual exams at the doctor,” he teases.
