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I started on my boy’s nipples by removing one clamp and then flogging that nipple with a small plastic flogger until the entire area was bright red. I replaced the clamp and then did the same to the other nipple.

And then went back to the first nipple with the flogger on a naked nipple, back and forth until I grew bored with it, which I’m certain is long past when my boy thought he’d reached his limit.

Finally, it was time for the needles, and my cock throbbed in my jeans in anticipation.

Alcohol first, and then I wove needles into the skin above each nipple first, coming from the top down, so the needle traveled towards his nipple without reaching it. And then three more on each, going clockwise at three, six, and then nine o’clock.

And then, finally, a needle all the way through his right nipple, then his left. My boy was far enough into subspace by this time, I didn’t feel I needed to worry about him using words.

I took the needles out a few minutes after I finished the pattern, sprayed the holes with an antiseptic I knew would burn, and I tossed a clean towel onto the bed for him to lay on before I released him from the cross.

I’d originally intended to handle the final belting on the fucking station, but he was exhausted, so I took mercy on him and ordered him to stretch out on the bed and get comfortable.

Major bondage probably wasn’t necessary, just some loose restraints to his wrists so he couldn’t reach back and get hurt, but not so much he couldn’t rub his face and just generally try to stay comfortable.

I didn’t want to take another two hours to finish, but another forty-five minutes to an hour sounded about right, so I gave him five licks of the belt at a time, one after another, and then I sat with him, rubbed his back, and said things like, “I know it hurts,” and “Breathe through it,” and “I’m here with you.” I kissed his shoulder a few times while I rubbed his back, and halfway through, I removed the fat-necked butt plug and put a thinner vibrating plug in, set to a random pattern with different strengths and wave patterns to be sure he didn’t get used to it.

When we got to fifty strokes I gave him ten at once, and then five minutes later I gave him the final six with one every twenty seconds.

And when I finished, he got a special treat — I removed the plug and crammed my dick in without making him go to hands-and-knees. For the first time, I fucked his ass while he was lying on the bed, and told him to feel free to beg for an orgasm when he was close.

Chapter 18

Davy

I’ve never come so hard in my life. Master was clear that I won’t often get an orgasm after maintenance, but he said I’d done so good he wanted to show me how pleased he was.

And having him fuck me while my dick was smooshed between me and the bed washeaven. You never know what you have until it’s gone, right? Who knew I’d someday see that as a special treat?

Master fed me chicken soup and grilled cheese in the dining room later, where the chairs are super-cushioned, and then we watched movies together and ate air-popped popcorn drizzled with real melted butter and tons of salt. He drank several beers, but only let me have two before I switched to water, which made perfect sense. He can handle alcohol so much better than me.

I fell asleep during the last movie, and woke in bed the next morning with my ankle chained to the hook at the bottom, with Master’s arm over me even though we weren’t snuggled together in our sleep. I’ve never slept with someone nightly, and it’s taken some getting used to. Master likes to snuggle, and that was odd to me, at first.

Master wasn’t awake yet and I wasn’t desperate to pee, so I just lay in his arms and thought. My alarm should be going off in about forty-five minutes, and Ilovetime in bed with Master.

I did a quick inventory. My nipples and ass hurt. My balls were fine now, but I had a feeling they’d be tender when I got up and started walking around.

And yet, I wouldn’t change a thing.

I mean, if I didn’t want to be here, I could leave. Looking back, I thought I loved my first Master, and I was desperate to belong to him and be the best slave I could be, but the reality was that Ineededhim, so I did everything I could to make him want to keep me. It wasn’t love, it was a dog needing food and shelter, and desperately trying to please his Master.

But I could leave now, if I wanted. I have a home where I can do whatever I damn well please so long as I have the money for it. I make enough now that I can have steaks pretty much whenever I want. I’m extremely well fed because one of the perks of my job is eating at a farm-to-table make-it-from-scratch restaurant. Also, I can get grass-fed beef at a discount if I want to cook it at home, which I rarely do because I can eat it where someone else cooks it, and they do a much better job than me.

And it felt like Master was claiming me last night. Claiming all the parts of my body. It made sense he’d do an all-encompassing maintenance the first time, and that it wouldn’t be so involved in the future.

I’d experienced both punishment and maintenance now, and I didn’t want to run away. I appreciated that Master feels these reminders are important to our relationship, and that how often I need them is dependent upon me.

Once a week felt like a lot, but once a month didn’t feel like enough. It wasn’t my decision, but if it was, I think I’d ask for every other week, for now.

I knew it was too soon to ask for the next contract, but I didn’t want to go home. I missed Master when he wasn’t around.

Master’s alarm went off, and I realized he’d set it for thirty minutes before I had to get up. He said, “Alarm off,” and then his arm pulled me closer to him in the silence. I pushed my butt backwards into his dick, which I could easily feel was hard.

“How do you feel this morning?”

“A few things hurt, but I’m fine, Master.”

“What hurts?”