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“Yes. His best friend has been gone formonths, and he’s kind of in a funk without her, so I’ve been spending more time with him. She works for Drake Security, too, but she’s like a lab scientist person. She didn’t used to go out of town for jobs like this, and she’s been gone for months and months. Will you tell me more about how things are on tour please, Master?”

“Honestly, it’s a lot of boring stuff between the concerts. A whole lot of time on the bus together. We play video games, work out, eat, whatever. We often play several nights at the same venue, and sometimes we try out new stuff on stage when the place is empty, since everything’s set up. Sometimes we write songs while we hang out, and then Hailey and Silver kind of just come up with music for the lyrics. Animal kicks in on his part, and the next thing you know, we’re well on the way to a new song. Mostly, we do that at home, but sometimes stuff just happens on the bus, or playing around on stage without an audience.”

“Do you always sleep on the bus? Where do you shower?”

“There’s a shower on the bus, but the reservoir is only big enough for the toilet, so unless we’re parked where there’s a water hookup…” He stopped talking while he maneuvered around a particularly tight curve. “A lot of venues have shower facilities for us, especially the ones built for hosting sporting events. We travel with a couple of buses, a box truck, and some seven-person SUVs. Also, the security vehicles, which are often smaller SUVs, built for performance in case there’s a car chase. Some cities, we stay at a nearby hotel, but we also sleep in the bus right outside the venue a whole lot.”

“And sometimes you do fun stuff, like amusement parks?”

“Absolutely. Hailey wanted to see this huge Car Henge thing somewhere out west, and it was so bizarre when we got there, we ended up making arrangements to return later and do a music video there. Silver wanted to see the La Brea Tar pits, and I wanted to see the giant redwoods. We’re still negotiating to do a music video there, but they want us to pay someone a hundred grand just to make sure we don’t damage the environment, and that feels like extortion, you know? I’ll probably end up paying it, but it’s just for an eight-hour shoot, which means the dude will make over twelve thousand dollars an hour.” He shook his head. “I’m guessing that money gets split between several people, and it’s bullshit. We aren’t going to hurt anything! And what happens if they decide we have to stay on the road and can’t get on the dirt!? They won’t tell us those parameters until we’re there and we’ve already paid for everything.”

He navigated a hairpin turn and said, “We’re here. First official curve of The Dragon. Talking comes later. Help be my eyes and ears. If you see a deer or other animal, point to it and tell me, so I can slow down in case it runs in the road. I’m going to be watching for oncoming cars and making sure I know how the road is beyond the next curve.”

The map was showing on the huge screen, so he had an idea of what was coming up. I’d used it a few times on the Cherohala, but it wasn’t anywhere near as winding as the Dragon’s Tail. I secretly wished I felt confident enough to ask to drive the car on this road, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to have the kind of fun on it that Master did. He went fast in places, but I was never scared. Thrilled, yes, but not scared. He was never out of control.

And that summed my new Master up, didn’t it? I’d never seen him out of control. I trusted him to control me because he controls his life so well. He knows who he is, what he wants, and how to make it all happen.

He drove in silence, but it was a comfortable silence while Master steered us around curve after curve, and I helped watch for forest animals.

But then my stomach fell into my feet when he pulled into the parking area of the resort he’d pointed out earlier.

I was due a reckoning, and it was time.

Chapter 13

Will

I’d worried we might need to do a punishment scene while we were on the trip, so I’d packed enough for playandpunishment. Some submissives need to understand maintenance right off the bat, but others are well-behaved enough, it’s better to start maintenance after their first punishment becomes necessary.

But I hadn’t explained that to Davy when I’d told him the date of his first maintenance session would be determined later.

All my security people are supposed to be briefed on my sexual proclivities so they don’t come rushing in, thinking someone needs rescuing. I couldn’t recall if these two had ever been with me when I’d had a slave with me away from the house, so when I got my bags out of the back of their SUV, I told Ranger, “You saw Davy balk when I wanted him to drive. His next thirty or forty minutes aren’t going to be pleasant, so you might want to give us a little extra space.”

“None of my business, but good to know. Thanks for the heads up.”

I didn’t pay too much attention to the cabin when we walked in, but I noticed Davy looking around, obviously impressed. I needed him to focus, so I reminded him, “Clothes come off before you’re three steps into the room — unless you want me to add to the punishment about to happen.”

He immediately began unbuttoning his shirt from the top. “No, Master. Where do you want me once I’m naked?”

“Stay put and await further orders once you’ve draped your clothes over the chair. You’ll be putting them back on to go eat when we finish.”

I opened the suitcase, removed some steel wrist and ankle cuffs with zero padding because punishment isn’t supposed to be about comfort, and settled them on the table. There’d be no adjustments for these. They easily snapped on but took two hands to get off.

He was rock hard when he took his pants off, so I filled a bowl from the cabinet with ice water and put it on the floor. “Plank position, slave, but with your legs spread.”

Once he was in position I put the bowl under him and ordered, “Lower your dick and balls into the ice water and don’t come up until I say you can.”

I prepared the jailbird behind him once he was in the ice water, and when I determined he’d been in long enough to be soft, I ordered him to stand, and I put the jailbird on his dick without comment. Even soft, he’s a decent size, so the jailbird was a little snug, but it’d be fine. It wasn’t so tight blood flow was restricted. He’d bemostuncomfortable if he tried to get hard, though.

Once it was on, I stepped back and told him, “Sit on the edge of the bed facing the door, on top of the towel.”

Some slaves piss themselves the first couple of times they experience what Davy had in store, so while he undressed, I’d put some plastic down and a towel on top of it to make sure he wasn’t irritated by the plastic.

I pushed him back, so he was on his back with his ass at the edge of the bed, and connected his right wrist to right ankle, ditto on his left side, and then hooked a spreader bar between his wrists and reached behind him to the rope I’d looped around the bedrail, and hooked the ends to the bar. He wasn’t going anywhere until I released him.

The plug came out and a large electro-plug went in, but I didn’t show it to him. He’d find out when I lit his ass up.

I put a tiny little TENS patch on each ball, kind of at two and ten o’clock because the farther apart I could get all three things, the bigger the area I’d be hurting.