He shakes his head, smirking. “You and your smart mouth.”
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“You should apologize to Anthony.”
“I’m sorry for teasing you, Anthony,” I say flatly and try to keep myself from glaring at him.
“Hmmm,” Master says. “You could make that a little more convincing next time,schiavo.”
Not mouthing off to Master’s grunts isn’t one of my rules. And I apologized, so there will be no punishment. “This slave needs constant correction,” I tell him with an angelic smile.
“That you do,” Master says and then to Anthony, “Anthony, you want to watch me reward my sub?”
He says it like he’s asking Anthony to get him a beer from the fridge. Anthony tugs at his cheap tie as his eyes dart back and forth between us.
“I mean, I could.”
I nearly roll my eyes. Anthony’s need is so apparent it’s embarrassing. I don’t know yet whether it’s to dominate or be dominated, but I’m sure Master will ferret it out before long. My suspicion that Master is grooming Anthony to be the new Rico is confirmed. He’s testing Anthony to see if he can bear witness to our intimacy without passing judgment.
“Is that all right with you, Gio?” Master asks.
“It’s fine,” I tell him, though my feelings about Rico being replaced are more complicated.
After I undress Master and wash him in the shower, he escorts me to the playroom with Anthony trailing behind like a lost hound. My reward is a paddling on the spanking bench. Fairly tame, but I must remind myself that Master just got shot two weeks ago. I position myself so that my knees are secure on the vinyl pads with my ass hanging off the edge. My cock and balls dangle in the air. The bench, like most of Master’s dungeon furniture, is designed to make his sub both vulnerableandaccessible, but the apparatus is sturdy, which is good because Master has a heavy hand. Master makes me count the blows and he doesn’t go easy on me. If anything, he’s showing off for Anthony’s benefit. The wooden paddle has holes in it to maximize the impact, and each hole acts like a reverse nail against my flesh. I whine and moan from the needling sting while focusing on the pitch of the whistling sound it makes every time Master cracks my ass. I’m not able to fly away because of the distractions, but tonight I don’t really mind. This scene is for Master and slave to get reoriented, and for theschiavoto be put in his proper place.
“Giovanni likes pain,” Master says to Anthony with a kind of academic musing. He tugs on my plug until it’s stretching me to its widest diameter before pushing it back inside. I writhe on the bench and attempt to hump the air. Anthony can now appreciate why I’m bare all over. “That’s what he needs to go into subspace.”
What Master doesn’t mention is that he also likes inflicting pain, but maybe Anthony knows this already. This brings on another round of questions and now I do roll my eyes because, while I appreciate Master taking the time to educate a newb, there is also something called the Internet. No doubt Anthony’s fingers will be busy later. At least Master is stroking my hair while they talk.
“But he doesn’t like to be called names or be denigrated for the sake of it.”
“This slave would endure it if that’s what Master desired,” I say drowsily. Master massages my ass cheeks, which have been set aflame by the paddle. The effect of his fingers digging into my already tender muscles is like poking a wound. Master knows how to maximize his efforts.
“Master didn’t ask for your input,” he reminds me. “In fact, it was theschiavo’ssmart mouth that got him into trouble in the first place.”
I smile. Master must be feeling better if he’s acting so frisky.
“You’re going to have trouble sitting down tomorrow,” Master says, already looking forward to it.
“It’s a small sacrifice to please my Master,” I tell him. My breakfast will be served in bed, but when I do finally make it to the dining table, he’ll remind me to use a pillow, then watch me try to get comfortable, reveling in my discomfort the entire time.
They speak a little more about what this slave likes and dislikes while I appreciate the attention Master is paying to my plug, using it to lazily torment my prostate. He wants me to feel good after all the hard work I’ve put in these past two weeks.
“And do you always…” that maddening pause again. “Do you always, uh…”
“Fuck him?” Master asks. He’s direct about the things we do. If you can’t say it… “Usually. But sometimes, I fuck him with toys instead of my cock, or I make him wear the cage, so he doesn’t feel any pleasure at all.”
I feelsomepleasure, but it’s not nearly as gratifying as being permitted to come.
This brings on another round of questions about the reasons for chastity, and when I start to get antsy, Master gives me a hard thwack with the palm of his hand. I prefer this sort of skin-to-skin contact and groan from the impact. “See how he likes that,” Master says as he strokes my swollen cock, then flicks the head of it, which makes me draw back but not very far because Master is right behind me, blocking my retreat. “How do you think he’d look with a piercing in his cock?” Master asks and I know that he’s teasing Anthony now.
“Ah… well...”
“I could attach it to his nipple rings and lead him around like a dog. Would you like that, Giovanni?”
“Master knows what acts of humility are most appropriate for this slave,” I say mildly. The piercings weremyidea, as Master is something of a purist.
“I could give him hormones so that he grows tits.” Master strokes the side of my chest, then dips underneath to tug sharply on one of my nipple rings.Fuck, yes.“Milk his tits every morning like I milk his gland.”
