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“My ass throbs a little and it’s hot. The backs of my legs, too. My nipples are on fire, Sir.”

“Dick? Balls?”

“I have a feeling my balls are going to be tender when I start moving around, but they don’t hurt right now, Master.”

He kissed my neck and then pinched the fuck out of my right nipple. I yelped and screamed, and then moaned when my dick throbbed to life because that also made my balls scream to life. Not super painful, but certainly tender. “Fuck, Sir.Nowmy dick and balls are complaining.”

“Mmmm. Thought they might. Under the covers, slave. Won’t take your ass until I’ve inspected it, but I might flog the fuck out of it later and get it nice and hot before I fuck it.”

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Davy

I assumed our days would be routine, but they were the opposite. I mean, sure, the mornings kind of were. Master got off at least once before I went to work, and sometimes twice. I showered and then changed in the garage, and most mornings he rode with me to work, but sometimes it was just me and one of the security guys. They almost always went a different way, and would wind around on back roads, I guess to make sure no one followed. Once, we were followed, and another car came out of nowhere and blocked the car following us. We had to leave about fifteen minutes earlier to get me to work on the days I might be cutting it close on a project, but most of the time the extra five or ten minutes didn’t matter.

There’s a building on the backside of Master’s property that’s basically a two-level garage, and one of the levels comes out on another street. My car and motorcycle stay in that garage, so I can come and go from a different way if I need to, but Master says it’s best I do that as little as possible. Too often, and we run the risk of someone figuring out it’s part of his property and that people are coming and going from it.

But our evenings were anythingbutroutine. Sometimes we went places where there’s live music and sat in a dark corner in our disguises. Sometimes we went hiking to waterfalls I had no idea existed so close to the city. Once, he took me on this ghost walk, where someone walked us around the city and told us all the haunted history of Chattanooga. Oh, and of course we drove the McLaren on fun roads, getting back and forth to many of these places.

And I figured out how Master managed to walk different when in disguise. When I asked him if I needed to do that, too, he had someone come talk to me about how I could alter it, and then helped me find another way to walk I was comfortable with.

Master spent a few days testing everything in his house on my bare skin, and it turns out I was only allergic to two of his umpteen sofas. He threw some blankets away without even testing them on me, and bought natural fabric ones to replace them. He replaced the sofas and made the three chairs that bothered me off limits, so I wouldn’t be allowed to sit on them. Ever.

Before I even moved in, he’d had Angie, his house manager, change the laundry detergent to the one I use. I also noted his drawer of wrist and ankle cuffs looked pretty sparce, and I realized he’d either thrown everything away he thought might bother me, or he’d stored it somewhere else. A few weeks later, I saw new butt plugs and cuffs, and I figured it’d taken him a while to replace all the stuff he got rid of.

He tried about a half-dozen chemical-play mixtures on me — mint, cinnamon, and hot pepper. We already knew a specific brand of toothpaste was okay, but he put spearmint into olive oil, cinnamon into shea butter, and several kinds of hot pepper into olive oil. All but one of the pepper mixtures caused a problem, and he immediately put topical Benadryl on those places, so they calmed down almost right away. Every other mixture he tried didn’t bother me. For all of them, he put them on my forearm, waited three hours, and then put them on my balls.

And then, for the next week, a different one went on my butt plug every day when I got home from work. Unfortunately, my body was fine with all of them.

Of course there was sex, and a whole lot of it, but it wasn’t like we had a scene every night. Sometimes it was just Master ordering me over something so he could fuck me, and another night it was hours in the playroom while he tortured me in the most delicious ways. Or, sometimes in not-so-wonderful ways, but even that was perfect because it was supposed to be about Master’s desires.

He ordered me to go home every third night, and I didn’t argue, but I hated it.

I was going to have two weeks off work soon, and I asked him if I could stay with him the entire time. “There’s no sense being off work and having to be alone at home,” I told him. “I may as well go into work if you’re going to send me home, Master.”

It was a little bit of an ultimatum, but not really. It was my logic, and I was supposed to be honest with him.

He crossed his arms and looked at me a good twenty seconds before he said, “Okay, Davy. Ten days with me without a break, and then we’ll talk about what we want in a new contract. If we can agree to a long-term one, you’ll let Darnell know you’re moving out. How much time are you supposed to give him?”

“Thirty days, but it doesn’t mean I have to stay there, just that I have to pay him.”

“And you will, but we’ll move all your things here soon after agreeing on the contract. Darnell’s fair. If he can rent it out faster, I doubt he’ll charge the entire month. If not, it’s fair that you pay him, if that’s what you signed to do.”

“I know, Master. Should I contribute to something here? Food, or utilities? Maybe pay rent?”

“Your contributions will be as pool boy, floor cleaner, gofer, and whatever else I need done. Slaves aren’t paid and neither do they have to pay. If there’s a problem, I’ll take it out of your ass and not your bank account.”

The last three days before my vacation, Master and his friends shot the music video with the McLaren. Master sent me home the night they shot on the W Road in the middle of the night, and I looked around my tiny house, wondering if this would be my last night climbing the ladder to sleep. I wouldn’t miss it, and yet, it was the first place I’d lived that had been my own little home. It’d been important for me to stand on my own two feet before I found another Master. I’d have thought I was happy with whoever I ended up with, but there’d have been something missing, and I wouldn’t have known it.

But I understood the difference in staying with someone out of desperation and wanting to be with someone you loved. Someone who finishes your sentences, who knows all your kinks and loves you anyway.

And no, Master hadn’t told me he loved me with words, but he told me with his actions nearly every day.

The next day at work was hectic while I tried to tie everything up so others could do their parts on these projects.

And then, finally, I wrapped up the last thing and I was off work for two whole weeks, and I’d get to spend at least the first ten days with Master. Hopefully more than that, but atleastten days without having to go home.

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