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I nodded. “We can go to Gatlinburg, or the beach, or to the spa in Atlanta I told you about. I have a reservation at my favorite spa in Iceland coming up in a few months, and I’ll add you to it, and perhaps Micca if she can get off.”

“I’ll leave that up to you, Master. Also, whether it’s the three of us or the two of us.”

“Do you want to meet your grandfather first, or do you want it to be out there before any potential meeting?”

“I’d like it to be out there, first. I don’t think he knows I’m gay, and if he decides he doesn’t want me in his home becausehe disapproves, I’d just as soon get that out of the way before I travel to motherfuckingAlaska, Master.”

“If he knows about me already, will you want me to come? If so, I’ll pay the way.”

“I think I’ll want you to come, Master, but can I talk to him and kind of get the lay of the land before I decide for sure, Sir?”

I nodded. “How you deal with your family is going to be kind of like your job, I think. Not completely, because I’ll step in and make some decisions if I think it might be an unhealthy situation, but otherwise, I’ll let you take the lead on how you want to proceed in most cases.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“As to how we’ll introduce you to my adoring fans, lets hold off a week and see how things go with Micca. If it looks like she’ll be around a while, I’ll talk to her about whether she wants to be with us, and then I’ll get my PR people involved. Most likely, they’ll want us out and about together where people see us and post it online, and then they’ll want us to do an interview with an influencer. They’ll give us a list of talking points, which I’ll likely change, and then you’ll stick to those things. I might go off script, but you and Micca will not. I’m used to dealing with the gossip-mongers. Ya’ll aren’t.”

“I don’t really want to do an interview, Master. Being out with you where people can take pictures is fine, but I don’t want to have to talk.”

I kissed his forehead. “So noted. We’ll figure it out, and I might require you to step a little out of your comfort zone — maybe a few words to someone and not a full interview? I don’t know what it’ll look like, but thank you for telling me how you feel.”

That didn’t mean he wouldn’t have to do an interview, but if there was another option that worked, we’d go with it instead.

* * * *

Davy

Most of the time, Master orders clothes and they show up. It was fun to go shopping with him, trying on clothes and shoes, picking out accessories.

Twice, while we were in a dressing room, he made me jack off, catch my jizz in my hand, and then lick it clean. He had a little piece of paper he pulled from his pocket both times, with instructions of what to do, so he didn’t have to say it, since people can hear you in those little rooms. Also, both times, it was a full dressing room with actual doors, and not the kind where you can see people’s feet. Still, it was hard to stay completely quiet, and I didn’t have lube either time, so my dick was a little raw the second time, but that actually made it a little easier to get in the right mindset to come only an hour and a half after the first time.

We got thirty-minute foot massages while we were at the regular mall, and we went into one of the cellphone stores to see the latest models, which I guess made Master think of something he didn’t completely control. “My business guy will get with you next week to get your number ported to my account.”

I nodded. It was something else that tied me to him, but that was okay. I’d jumped in with both feet when I gave up my tiny house and moved in with him.

And then we went to one of the fancy makeup stores, where people fall all over themselves to help people because they get commissions, and I was a little lost.

Carlos — and it’s beginning to feel a little more okay to think of him that way, but it’s still hard, sometimes — made me wear eyeliner when he loaned me out, the humiliation of being the painted lady, almost a prostitute, since people sometimes paid him to use me.

I hadn’t worn it since before I went to prison, and I’d kind of gone to a dark place when Will had first pulled it out, but Master applied it for me, and he did it completely different, with a little curlicue on the outer edge of one eye, and I liked the effect. It was cool and dramatic, rather than harsh and cold, the way it’d looked when I put it on all those years ago.

“Do you think I can get some purple eyeliner, Will?” When we’re out in public, using his name is often the best I can do to show respect.

He looked at me a few seconds and then grabbed some purple eyeliner and some green. Both were darker than I would’ve picked, but I trusted Master to know what would work.

Master saw me looking back at the lavender, though, and he picked it up, too. “I’m not sure that’ll work with your skin tone, but we’ll get it and see.”

“Oh, it’ll glow on him, perfect for a fun summer day, or maybe combined with one of the other colors for extra drama at night,” the makeup girl said.

Master also bought me some cleanser and moisturizer, and this stuff for my feet that was supposed to get rid of dead skin. I’d never considered that kind of thing before. Feet are feet, right?

We swam when we got home, and then Master had me hanging from the chin-up bar, lifting my legs every direction in front of me until my abs burned like the fires of hell, but he didn’t let me stop.

“Keep moving, Davy, or we’ll go inside and you’ll feel my belt over the top of all those cane marks from this morning.”

When he finally let me down, he took me just inside the downstairs, ordered me to kneel at the edge of a throw rug, squirted some olive oil in my right hand, and ordered me to jack off for the fifth time today.

He cleaned the floor in front of me with an antiseptic wipe and then a damp cloth to get rid of the antiseptic stuff while Ijacked off, which meant he was going to make me jizz on the floor and then lick it up. I appreciated the fact he didn’t want me to get sick, but I decided thanks for it weren’t in order.