My nipples burned as my body shot up from the bed. A loud constant ring woke me from my sleep. I carefully move myself, follow the sound. With not much hidden space, I easily find a manual alarm clock under the bed. I grab it and hold it close, flicking switches until it stopped ringing. The clock read 8:45am and that meant it was my first official day as Masters slave.
I walked to the sink and turned on the faucet. He left me a small bag, which contained: soap, a flannel, a toothbrush and toothpaste. I brushed my teeth thoroughly, and washed my face and neck with the flannel and soap. I stared at myself for a moment in the mirror, cleared my throat and breathed. At that moment, I was my own man, but when he gets here, I will submit. I will be his. Its the only way I think I could get through this for an entire year is if in this room, I am my own person.
I checked the clock and it read 8:57am. I stretched my body as much as I could without disrupting the nipple clamps and butt plug, before getting in Heel position by the front of the door. I could hear Masters boots hit the steps outside my door, he was early. Even though I knew he was there my body still jumped as he snapped back the bolt and opened the door. I made sure to keep my eyes down.
"Good slave. I see you found the alarm." He smirked at me and leaned down, level to me like I was a naughty child. He stroked my chest with the back of his hand "Boy, these clamps look like they hurt... have you learnt your lesson, slave?" I look up at him "Yes, master. I have learnt my lesson, master"
"What lesson was that, slave?"
"That I should never pleasure myself without permission, master."
Master nods and pinches under one clamp softly before removing it swiftly. I yelped as he removed it, then a tear flowed down my cheek as he took off the second. Master wiped away my tear with his hand, "Sweet boy..." he whispered. He holds out his hand for me and speaks softly "Take my hand." My master helps me off the floor, walks me out of the room and down two flights of stairs.
Master walks me into an open kitchen "We have a long day ahead of us. So, you need to eat." he picks up two slices of bread from a loaf on the counter. He puts them in a toaster and walks to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water and an apple. Master looks up at me "Sit." he commands and I do as he says, carefully, trying to not press hard on the plug. He passes me the bottle of water. Master cuts up the apple and put the piece on a plate, with the toast as it pops out of the toaster. He puts the plate in front of me "Eat. Drink. Finish it all. Do you need to go to the bathroom, boy?" I nod shyly.
I finish the last bite of toast and pour the rest of the water after it. I smile "Thank you, master." he smiles back softly "You're welcome, boy. Now, lets take you to the bathroom." Master stands and takes me through a hallway to a white door. He clears his throat, making sure I know this is important "Boy, you may go to the bathroom twice a day. Once in the morning and once in the evening. You have five minutes and the door stays open. You have permission to remove the plug. Leave it on the counter. I will disinfect it later." He opens the door "Thank you, master." I mutter as I walk inside and immediately remove the plug. I relieve myself, flush the toilet and wash my hands. Drying them on a towel that Master left out.
I walk out of the bathroom and Master nods at me. I follow him as he walks me to a basement. Master opens a black steel door, the room inside was breathtaking. It was windowless and painted blood red. There were four adjustable spotlights in each corner on the ceiling, all pointing at a hook, hanging from a two foot long chain from the ceiling. Toys and bondage gear covered two walls, hanging from racks and sitting on shelves. The centrepiece of the room was a big bed with beautiful black satin sheets. I stood in awe, until Master sternly uttered the word "Heel!" and I fell to my knees.
"Boy, this room is where I will train you and we will have play sessions. Hold out your wrists." He grabs a pair of leather cuffs off one of the racks and binds my hands together "Stand. In front of the bed." I walk over to the bed, standing under the hook. Master stand in front of me and lifts my arms up above my head, easily hooking me to the ceiling. Master walks over the bed and touches a contraption that raises the hook, he stops when my feet no longer touch the ground. My upper arms burned trying to take my weight.
Master smiles and walks to the rack where he got the hand cuffs. He picks up a similar item, two cuffs, but seperated by a long rigid bar. When he returns to me he gets on his knees, attaching the cuffs to my ankles. The bar spreads my legs. Master feels up my thighs, running his hands over my narrow hips. He moans lightly and looks me in the eyes. He speaks clearly so I understand "Slave, I'm going to issue you with a safe word. This word will not stop punishments or training, as these are for your own good. This safe word is 'Red' and will only work for play sessions. Any questions?"
I blush "How do I know if its a play session or training, master?"
"Training sessions will take place everyday, but play sessions will take place on less of a schedule. Today, we are starting off with a play session. Play sessions can take place for any reason. Sometimes just because I want to come, sometimes because I want to reward you. Today, its because I want to get a feel of my new slave."
