I got off the ground and onto all fours and walked behind Jeff. He walked around looking into the kitchen, downstairs bathroom, and garage. I was afraid to say anything, I could still feel the burning on my face from his slaps and wanted to avoid more.
He walked back into the living room and headed for the sliding glass door that led to my backyard. I held my breath, hoping he wasn't going to go outside since he was only wearing a shirt. He just peeked through the curtains.
"Don't worry, Chuckie. I am not going to embarrass you in front of your neighbors. At least not for now. Good job not speaking, you are getting the hang of this. Almost like it was your destiny. Let's go upstairs, and to show you how good a Master I am I will let you walk up the steps. This time," he chuckled.
I followed him up the steps, making sure to keep my eyes down. At the top of the steps, he stopped and was just looking at me. It took me a second to figure out what he wanted, then got back on my knees.
He walked into the first room he came to, the guest bedroom. It just had a small twin bed, a nightstand, and lamp, and a dresser. It rarely got used, my kids still had rooms in the house, and I rarely had guests.
"What's this Chuckie, the guest room?"
"Yes, Sir"
"Not anymore," he said and walked out.
The next room was the upstairs bathroom. It also got little use, mainly when my kids were visiting. There were some of the toiletries they tended to leave behind neatly kept in the vanity and sink.
The next two doors were my kid's rooms. This was the house they had grown up in and when their mother and I divorced, and she bought her own place their rooms just stayed where they were for weekends and summers when they stayed with me. After they moved out, I just kept their rooms for them. Charlie had cleaned out most of his childhood stuff, all his posters, comics, and random teenage crap stored in boxes in the garage. Chelsi refused to redecorate her room. She insisted that the whole point of still having a room at her dad's was to be able to go back when she needed to feel like daddy's little girl. I happily obliged both of their wishes and respected their privacy by keeping the doors closed. The cleaning service I had come by every two weeks would occasionally ask if they should clean the rooms and if enough time had passed, or if Chelsi had visited because she was a bit of a slob, I would have them dust, vacuum, etc.
A knot formed at the pit of my stomach thinking about Jeff going into their rooms. I didn't want him invading their space.
"What are these two rooms with the closed doors Chuckie?"
"Those are my kids' rooms, Sir" I answered while looking down to the floor.
"Wait, aren't your kids grown?"
"They are, Sir. I just kept their rooms for when they come by if they stay late or something. I rarely if ever go in there, Sir" I added the last bit hoping he would get the hint and not go in.
I was able to breathe again when he walked past their rooms and into my bedroom.
"Damn Chuckie, this is one hell of a bedroom. Check out this master bath! That executive money you make sure comes in handy"
"Stay!" he said sharply, pointing to a spot on the floor by my bed.
I had to fight back the urge to just get up and punch him in the face, treating me like a dog in my own house!
He closed the door to the bathroom, and I waited on my knees. I closed my eyes for a second trying to catch my breath and calm myself down. My knees felt like they were on fire, my face burned where he had slapped it, my throat felt raw from his cock slamming into it so hard and I could feel his cum drying on my face. Yet, my cock was harder than it had been in a long time.
I heard the toilet flush and water run and he came out of the bathroom. He looked around the room, opening every drawer in my nightstand and dressers and looking through my closet.
When his inspection was over, he sat on my bed. He pointed to a spot in front of him and I crawled over.
"Ok Chuckie let's talk about your new reality."
" As I am sure you have figured out, I am a very dominant man. I don't mean just in the bedroom, I am a lifestyle Dom. It is at the core of who I am. I know at work I seem like your typical IT guy and mostly blend into the background, but outside of work, I am a Dom. My wife Anya, you met her at company events I am sure, she is submissive to me. I have a few other submissives as well, some that I know you have met. We are very discreet, you will never guess who else at work is already submitting to me."
"And now, you are mine. You know that with the information I have about you, the porn, the internet history, and now pictures and video I can end your career in a matter of minutes, don't you?"
I nodded my head yes.
SLAP!
His hand moved so fast I again it took me by surprise when he slapped my face. This time I managed to stay on my knees.
"I think you mean yes, Sir?"
"Yes, Sir. Sorry Sir"
"You need to learn proper respect and going forward you're going to get more than a slap to the face for failing to be respectful."
"Like I was saying, I own you. Your life and your body belong to me. That is the level of submission I demand from my submissives. I won't say this again, but to be clear if you try to stop me from exerting my dominance over you, everything I have will be in Mr. Klein's inbox in less than 5 minutes and posted everywhere on the internet within the hour."
"Chuckie, I've seen the porn you watch, the stories you read. You're a submissive at heart. This arrangement might be the best thing that ever happened to you"
Immediately images popped into my head of all the porn I had watched of men being used by women or other men. All the erotica I had gotten off to over the last few years of men being humiliated and abused. Still, after all that jerking off to that porn, I just thought of it as a kink, a sexual fantasy. I never thought of myself as a submissive.
"Here are your rules for now. There will be more, but I am going to start you slowly"
"First, unless we are at work, you are to call me Sir or Master. Every sentence or question will end in Sir or Master. At work, it can stay Jeff. Outside of work, you are not to speak unless spoken to but if I ask you a question, I expect a prompt answer."
"Second, you will never make eye contact with me, or anyone else you meet as a Dom. Eye contact is a sign of dominance, and I will not tolerate it from my subs. This applies to work as well. I know at work you might have to be more discreet, but I still expect to never find you looking me directly in the face"
"Third, you will have copies of your keys made and text me the code to your alarm. I should not have to wait for you to let me in whenever I come by to check on my property. And Chuckie, you are my property now. I expect you to have the keys delivered to me tomorrow."
"How often do your kids come over?"
"My daughter comes by a few times a month for dinner. My son a little less. During football season he will come over more often so we can watch the game, sometimes with his girlfriend. Sir" I almost slipped up on the first time I spoke.
"Do they ever stay here?"
"Sometimes they will stay the night if it gets late or if they've had more than a drink or two, Sir"
"Do they let you know when they are coming over?"
"Almost all the time, Sir. With my travel and work schedules not being regular, I've asked them to always let me know. Sometimes with Chelsi, it is last minute, she will text me on her way here, Sir"
"Ok, I have no desire to get your kids involved in your new life, so when you find out they are coming over, text me immediately. When they leave text me before they get back in their car."
I breathed a huge sigh of relief, "Yes, sir. Thank you, Sir."
"Fourth, tonight after I leave you will move your things to the guest bedroom, which is now your bedroom. This is the Master bedroom, slaves don't sleep in the Master bedroom. You will also use the other bathroom upstairs."
I wanted to ask a question but bit my tongue.
"Fifth, you will let me know everything you are doing and everywhere you are going. If you leave this house, I better know where you are going before you walk out the door. Same thing when you leave work. I might not always reply, but I better get those messages. Every stop you make will get reported to me. Don't worry, soon you will have very little to do other than work, sleep, and follow my orders. You won't have many places to go."
"To that end, tomorrow you are going to take one of those executive work-from-home days you don't let people like me take. A friend of mine will be stopping by. His name is Steve, but to you, he will be Master Steve. He will be installing some cameras here. He is going to put one in this room, one in your new room, one in the living room, one at the front door, and one in the backyard. I will make sure he knows to avoid the hallway upstairs or anything that gives a view of your kids' rooms. I will be the only one with access to the cameras and I give you my word that the living room and outside cameras will be turned off when you tell me your kids are coming over."
His word? I am supposed to take the word of a man who was blackmailing me and ruining my life?
"Steve will be doing the work for free, but he will expect you to repay his generosity personally. He is going to want you to suck him off. If you think the blowjob you gave me earlier was rough, wait till you blow Steve"
"That leads to the next two rules. Like I said, I own you. That includes your body and your orgasms. So, from now on no more jerking yourself off. Other than for cleaning yourself you are not to touch your dick or balls unless given permission to from me. You are also not allowed to cum without my permission. Ever. Who knows, maybe I will never give you permission again," he laughed.
"If I do give you permission to cum, you will be expected to eat your cum, no matter where it lands. The floor, your body, someone else's floor, someone's ass. Wherever. I'll let you know now, I sincerely doubt it will ever be out of a woman's pussy. I doubt you will ever be allowed to penetrate another pussy, let alone cum inside one."
" I expect you to be clean-shaven at all times. Completely. From your nose down you won't have a single hair. I will have a salon I send my subs to reach out for an appointment to get waxed and talk to them about laser treatments. They know what I expect from my subs, so don't think about going anywhere else."
"Owning your body means I also can lend out my property. If I tell you that you are to obey someone, I expect you to obey them like you would me. If they want to use your mouth or dick or even your ass, that's up to them. They will know what limits I have placed on you and if you try to go farther than you are allowed, they will report that to me."
"The last rule, for now, is that when I stop by, I will expect you to strip and stay naked until I leave. Sometimes I might have something for you to put on, and I have some ideas on permanent changes to your attire based on your preferred porn."
"Is that clear?"
