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“Yes, Sir. Fluoride-free cinnamon toothpaste. The mint stuff, too. It hurt, but not because I had a reaction, Master.”

“Good to know. Friday evening, I’ll probably do a test of some substances on your arm or leg. I’ll get the ingredients tomorrow or the next day. You’re good with olive oil, coconut oil, and shea butter, so I’ll use one of those as a base. I’ll also set up a time with my massage therapist, so she can teach you how to give me foot massages and hand massages, to start. We’ll work up from there, but if you come to me on the road I’m going to want foot massages, and I’ll likely order you to give Silver a hand massage. Possibly Hailey, but Ghost usually handles that.”

“Do you know Silver’s legal name, Master?”

“I do, but I don’t share it with anyone. Silver will tell you what Silver wants you to know.”

He clearly didn’t want to talk about Silver, so I went back to the previous subject. “I’m sorry I don’t know how to give a proper foot massage, Master.”

“No apologies. It feels good just having you touching them. I’ll use the umbrella to get us inside, and then you can dry me, then yourself. Situate yourself on the fucking station once you’re dry.”

I love drying Master, starting at his shoulders and working down. He usually puts his hair in a towel so it doesn’t drip everywhere, but tonight he’d put it in a bun so it didn’t get wet.

Master went to the bathroom while I dried myself, and I was only on the fucking station maybe thirty or forty seconds before he came out, donned a condom, removed my plug, jammed his cock in with no warmup and what I’m pretty sure was only the lube on the condom, and then fucked me hard and fast. He was finished before I was ready to beg for an orgasm, which meant I went to bed plugged and hard as a rock.

Master had me go pee before he locked my ankle to the bed, and then he went right to sleep, but I was awake a while before I drifted off, probably because I napped in the car.

Or because of the hard-on I couldn’t seem to convince to go the fuck away. I’m allowed to pee in the shower when I have a hard-on, as long as I wash wherever the pee touched right away. It’s nice of him to allow it, but tonight it might’ve been better for me to be iced before he sent me to pee. I can go soft on command, usually, but Master hadn’t commanded it and my dick wasn’t listening to me.

Also, being locked up didn’t help matters. The very act of locking me to the bed is a statement of ownership. It’s comforting. Another mark of being a slave. His hand on my back in his sleep said I was also loved. A beloved slave.

Chapter 16

Davy

It felt good to be back at work, using my hands to make old things look new again, or at least pretty again, because retro stuff is still shaped like old stuff even if you wrap it in new material.

Matty met me for lunch and wanted to knowallabout my weekend, but I had to be careful which parts I told him, to make sure I didn’t say something Master wouldn’t want me to.

I told him some of the things we did, but he wanted the fun details, sex stuff, and I told him, “I don’t think he’d want me talking about that. I haven’t asked him, and I need to do that before I share personal stuff.”

“I can’t talk about Will to other people,” Matty told me. “Daddy would make it so I couldn’t sit down for amonthif I spilled secrets about Will. It’s a club thing, right? Protecting the entire band and their secrets.”

“I know, but I need to make sure Master is good with me sharing private stuff with you. Also, there’s some stuff about new songs that I don’t think he’d want me talking toanyoneabout. I mean, ya’ll hear new stuff before it goes public, but that’s after they’ve mostly polished everything, so they think the songs are ready for the public. He says ya’ll give them feedback before they share them publicly.”

Thankfully, he changed the subject. “Did you get to drive the car?”

“I was terrified! The first time, it was on this road that goes over the top of mountains, and there were hardly any other cars, but I was still scared I’d fuck up and wreck a two-million-dollar car.”

“Does that mean there was a second time?”

“Yeah. He rented Road Atlanta, and someone taught me how to drive in ways no one ever has before. A lot of it was defensive driving stuff, and how to get away from someone chasing me, that kind of thing, but then it was all about how to drive fast, and how to handle curves. I got up to a hundred and ten miles per hour on the straightaways! So much fun! Still a little scary, but more fun than scary. He made me drive on actual mountain curves when we left, but I managed it okay. Thankfully, he took over before we got to the interstate.”

“I am so happy for you! Seriously happy for you. Do you think maybe we can do something together, the four of us?”

“I’ll check with Master.” I hesitated a second and asked, “Do you know what a boot camp is? I mean, in our lifestyle?”

He was eating his burger with a fork since he didn’t have a bun, and he put his fork down. “It’s a thing in the DD community — domestic discipline. It’s like, a spanking every morning to start the day, and there are essays to write, questionnaires to fill out, and orders given kind of randomly throughout the day with immediate punishment if you don’t jump straight to obeying. I think there’s corner time and some other stuff built into the day. It’s designed to get the wife in the habit of obeying, and to put her in the right submissive mindset to let her head-of-household be in charge of decisions, so she doesn’t argue about them or expect to have the right to certain things.”

“Master says if we get to the point where we sign a permanent contract, I’ll have a week-long boot camp, and that if I need details about it before I’ll initial a contract, it means I don’t trust him enough to enter into a permanent long-term relationship.”

“I mean, either you trust him to be your Master or you don’t, right? If you think he’ll do something to cause harm to you physically or emotionally then he’s right — you shouldn’t agree to anything at all, much less a TPE type contract.”

I worked a total of thirteen hours before going home, and I spent about fifteen minutes in the shower, as long as the hot water lasted, before I looked up how to give a proper foot massage and watched a few instruction videos. I did a search for Lord Byron for anything posted in the past week, and was relieved no one figured out it was us during our trip.

I did crunches to failure, push-ups to failure, and then a plank as long as I could, and I texted Master the numbers I’d made it to for all three. He texted back a video of someone doing stretching exercises, and he told me he wanted me to follow along with the video. The girl doing it was super flexible, but a girl behind her was doing the same things but was at about my level of flexibility, so I watched her more than the main girl, and it worked out okay.

And then all day at work the next day, I wondered what would happen during maintenance.