“Slave boys must present their barest selves, to be unadorned and unashamed of their nakedness, which is virtuous in the eyes of their Master.”
“These are my rules for Giovanni,” Master says. “Every Dom has their own rules for their sub and conducts training in their own way. This is the beauty of the dynamic. There is no one-size-fits-all. It’s highly tailored to fit each individuals’ needs.”
“And you like this waiting?” Sir asks me, as he collects the fluid from the tip of my cock and paints my lips with it. Sir is averybad influence.
“Ilovethis waiting,” I tell him. I consider it a sign of growth for me too. Growing up with my grandfather I was given pretty much whatever I wanted. And then with the drugs, I was always chasing that immediate high. Master has taught me that every sacrifice I make will bring exponential rewards.
“But you would like to fuck me, no?” Sir asks, trying to entice me with his bedroom eyes and pretty pink lips. Well, two can play at this game.
“This slave wishes only to please his Sir,” I purr, “inwhateverway Sir desires.” I lick my lips and part my mouth to remind him of one of his favorite places to stuff his cock.
Sir is slow to tear his eyes away, but when he does, he glances at Master and nods. “I can see the benefits of this virtue.”
Sir’snext lesson is in pride. We’re in his dungeon this time, playing doctor.
“A man must take pride in his possessions,” Master says as his bare hand glides along the inside of one of my spread thighs. His other hand is sheathed in a blue, nitrile glove. “A man must take care of his things, fix what’s broken, maintain what he has been entrusted with. Taking care of a sub is somewhat similar. And for a slave who is expected to serve, this is even more important. Because their focus is on pleasing you, they sometimes ignore their own pain and discomfort. You must exercise them regularly but not to the point of impairing their health. The trust that a slave puts in you, means that you must care for them body, mind, and spirit.”
Master examines me—probing my most intimate places with a clinical but thorough touch. Sir looks skeptical. “This is a doctor’s job, no?”
“It can be,” Master says, “and regular checkups are necessary, but with the amount of physical strain a full-time slave is expected to endure, especially a masochist, it doesn’t hurt to do wellness checks more regularly. Here is your chance to ask him if anything hurts or causes him discomfort. Make sure his bruises are healing and cuts aren’t infected, medicate when necessary. Making this routine allows the slave to feel comfortable sharing their health issues with you before they become a problem. And I find the practice enjoyable too.”
Master’s finger finds my gland and he presses hard enough to make me groan aloud. Dr. Greyson has taught Master all sorts of ways to torment this slave. He’s practically an MD.
“Do I get a lollypop now, Doctor?” I tease when he finishes examining me. Master swats my leg and tells me to take a seat on my pillow. Master and Sir sit in comfortable chairs on either side of me, so that they may talk as men. Master recounts that the other aspect of pride is having confidence in the things you do with your sub, especially when other people come into play.
“I ask a lot of Giovanni when I host or attend parties. He must be groomed, well-mannered, obedient, chaste in his own way, and he must perform very intimate acts for the entertainment and arousal of others. That’s not easy for anyone, especially a shy sub who is slow to trust. So, I must have enough confidence and pride for the both of us, so that Giovanni can serve with humility and take pride in doing his tasks well. The word “humility” comes from the Latin wordhumilis, meaning “low,” which derives fromhumus, meaning earth or soil. You might consider a slave a field for the Master to plant his seed, one that must be nourished and tilled so that it remains fertile and lush.”
When Master talks in this way, I am comforted immensely because his efforts speak to a sense of longevity, that he will keep me for many, many seasons. My greatest hope is that he never abandons me.
“For Giovanni to succeed, I must hold myself in good esteem and maintain high standards for my own behavior. Now, how do you demonstrate your humility, Giovanni?”
I bow to the floor before Master and kiss the inside of his bare foot slowly and with careful worship, then slowly work my way up to his knee.
“Very good. Now, how do you demonstrate your humility to Sir?”
I turn and attempt the same with Sir, but he winces and pulls away before slowly offering his foot to me again. He’s new at this, so I understand, but Master uses it as a learning opportunity. “You hesitated, Silvio. Giovanni was attempting to serve you, to humble himself before you, and you flinched, which rattled his confidence. If you don’t have the pride in yourself to believe you deserve such service and worship, that you are worthy of a slave’s attentions, then a slave cannot feel secure in their humility. Understand?”
“Yes,” Sir says with a nod. He offers me his other foot, as if to make up for it, and I worship it with everything I have. Sir reaches down to pat my head. Perhaps he will learn.
“Pride is threefold,” Master says, “pride in yourself, pride in your slave, and pride in your relationship. You need all three or the table will not stand.”
We’rein Master’s bed this time for his lesson on dominance. Sir is behind me wearing only his underwear and I’m cradled in his arms with my legs spread and my back braced against his chest. Master holds in his gloved hands a long, hollow stainless-steel sound which he is methodically coating with surgical-grade lube, because Master will be inserting this instrument into my dick.
“The act of penetration is a sacred one that we as men often take for granted,” Master says with a hypnotic rhythm to his words. “We are typically the ones penetrating our partners, and so we sometimes underestimate the trust they must have to allow their body to be consensually invaded. Even for those of us men who have bottomed, unless we are regularly receiving penetration, it’s easy to forget or take for granted the bottom’s role. We see it as passive, receptive, and sometimes we see it as simply a warm place to stuff our cocks. But for a slave who has given over so much of their control, the act of penetration must be respected and revered. That is one of the many reasons we have safewords. Giovanni?”
“Green, Master.”
“You like this, princess?” Sir asks. He’s the one holding me open, his strong hands hooked just beneath my knees. In everything we do, Sir asks some iteration of this question. I consider it a kind of consent check on his part.
“Master is an expert at sounding,” I assure him. I know because he learned from Dr. Greyson, using me as their “patient.” “And I wish for Master to penetrate me in all the ways possible.”
“Perhaps we’ll try your nasal cavity next,” Master teases, and I think,yes. “Remember, Silvio, you and your submissive want different things. The sub wants to submit, and the Dom wants to dominate. They are a beautiful and necessary complement to each other’s desires. Just becauseyouwouldn’t want something inserted into your penis doesn’t mean your sub doesn’t. That’s part of open communication to determine which aspects of the lifestyle you and your sub would like to explore.
Master continues speaking while holding the metal sound right in front of my face. I think he’s trying to make me nervous.
“That being said, the amount of trust your sub must have in you to allow you to feed a ten-inch instrument up his urethra is significant. How do you think this trust came about?”
“Time and patience?” Sir says.
