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I told my sub, "C'mon, boy. I'm hungry and it's our anniversary. I'm takin' you out for stakes."
It was indeed our one year anniversary since he agreed to become my house slave.
Of course, his mouth watered at the mention of going out to eat because he thought I said "steaks" and I've had the bitch on a steady diet of dry dog food and piss for the last three days... plus all the toilet water he can drink. (Don't worry, the toilet he drinks out of is in the guest bedroom and isn't used for anything except for drinking... unless we have guests over, in which case, it's sanitized after they leave.)
"Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" he said eagerly as he ran up the steps, faster than I've seen him move in quite a while, in order to put on the single pair of overly tight skinny jeans and the equally tight, white button-down collared shirt which he was allowed to keep in "his room", upstairs.
"His room" consisted of the tiny hall linens closet which was converted to have a clothes bar, replete with the two items of clothing I described hanging on it. Under the bar was his cage where he slept when I wasn't using him.
This cage is a rectangular, four feet wide, four feet high, and three feet deep cage which is welded together using square stainless steel tubing. It has plenty of room for a boy like him to enjoy himself when he isn't required by me.
It has a wifi enabled self-locking mechanism on the door that, once locked, can only be opened by my phone, a key, or the Alexa device I have in my office. Of course, in the event of a fire, carbon monoxide issue or a break-in, my alarm system will also open the door automatically. (I'm not a monster, I enjoy a tightly controlled sub, not a dead one.)
Anyways, I had to have the wall torn down and put back up to accommodate this cage, which cost me well in excess of $150,000 - but believe me, it was well worth it!
When my sub bounded down the stairs from getting dressed, he looked very handsome; even though I think he looks better without clothes, which is why he never wears any around the house.
When he was standing in front of me at the bottom of the stairs, I commanded him to "Turn, boy", to which he immediately complied. No muss, no fuss.
By the way, did I mention he's a pretty well-trained house slave who rarely requires any corrective measures?
Yeah, he does receive various corrections from time to time, whether he's being punished for an infraction or not; because, well... because it's my prerogative to treat my little sub boy any way I see fit. But trust me when I say that any punishments my sub receives only serves to make him a better house slave; which is something that we both want.
And, I just wanted to take the time, right now, to dispell any notion that my sub's servitude to me isn't mutually desired. I mean, it's not like I keep the bitch a prisoner against its will or anything like that.
Sure, I keep my sub in a specially designed cage, and I refer to it as "it", or "she", or "my sub", or "my boy", or "bitch", "cunt", or whatever other names I want to call it; but that doesn't mean I'm "forcing" anything on the bitch. And if you haven't heard the phrase "to gain control you must first give up control", you really don't understand the BDSM lifestyle, because in many ways, my bitch is in control in many more ways in our relationship than I am... but all that's for a discussion some other time.
Just suffice it to say that if my bitch didn't want to be with me, he could pick up and leave, with an extremely generous slave severance compensation package.
Let me also say that my sub LOVES to be dominated and would be hard-pressed to find another Dom who he could trust more with his well being, or who could truly give him just EXACTLY what he desires.
But, I digress. Anyways, once he turned and was facing away from me, I squeezed at the crack of his ass, feeling for the butt plug that he is always instructed to wear any time he is permitted to wear clothes.
Pushing on the plug, which I knew 100% would always be there; the pressure would elicit a slight gasp, moan, or groan from him.
And this time was no different as a stifled grunt escaped my sub's lips.
I then said, "Hands", at which point, he placed his hands behind his back.
Seconds later, there was a ratcheting sound, immediately followed by another one, as I had his hands cuffed behind him.
"Ok, boy... Let's go!" I told him as I took him by the elbow and walked him out to my car.
As soon as we got to the car, my sub went to the back door and waited for me to open it. That's because I usually have him ride on the floor in the back seat of the car. But, since this was a special event, I corrected him and told him that he was going to be sitting up front, with me.
"No boy... not back there. It's our anniversary and today, you're gonna be riding in the front seat with me", I informed him as I opened the front passenger door.
Once he was seated, I buckled his seatbelt around him (safety first, guys), and then got into the car and drove off.
Watching from the corner of my eye, I could tell that he knew we weren't driving into town, but he said nothing. After all, a good slave doesn't speak unless spoken to.
After driving for about twenty minutes and squeezing his clit from time to time, in order to keep it hard, we arrived at the house of my good friend, Alex.
(And yes, I almost always refer to the thing between his legs as a clit because while he does have something there which looks like a fairly impressive dick, the only one of those in our relationship is mine.)
Alex had a nine acre piece of property which was even further out of the city than I had. It's where both he and his slave Bill or Bob, or whatever his name was, lived.
Even though my sub had met Alex several times, I had never brought him to Alex's home; but like I said, it was our anniversary and I was taking my bitch out for stakes.
I could tell that my sub was a bit nervous as we pulled up to the rather large house; as he had no idea who lived there, or what was about to happen - but, he relaxed noticeably when Alex answered the door.
"C'mon in, Jason! You're just in time!", he told me, "My boy has the stakes all ready in the backyard!"
"Excellent!", I told Alex, and then turned to my sub and said, "Turn, boy."
My sub immediately faced away from me and I unlocked his handcuffs. I then told him quite bluntly, "Now, strip boy", to which he complied.
"Follow", I instructed my sub as I walked out to the back patio with Alex.
When we got there, my sub looked confused. He could tell that something was up because there was no barbeque going and there was no smell of steaks grilling, but like a good little sub, he kept his mouth shut.
What was on the back patio was another naked boy, kneeling on a yoga mat which was laid out on the patio stones.
"Ok, bitch", Alex barked, "Get Master Jason's toy ready for me to play with", to which, the dark haired boy snapped up off of the yoga mat.
Alex's boy then immediately began to wind a couple lengths of rope around my sub's wrists and ankles.
In seconds, my sub was beautifully wrapped up with rope. He then followed Alex's boy out to the edge of Alex's back yard lawn, which was beautifully framed by a stand of trees.
"Alright, boy... On your back" I told my sub, to which he dutifully complied.
I grabbed my sub's legs and pulled them over his head, at which point, Alex produced a set of stakes and a hammer which had been laying out of sight in the grass.
Alex quickly pounded the stakes into his lawn and then both Alex and I used the ropes on my sub's wrists and ankles to bind him to the stakes.
When the boy was secured, both Alex and I stood up to admire our handy work. That's when Alex turned to me and said, "Ok, Jason. Let's get going. I'm starving."
He then turned to his boy and said, "Alright, bitch... Master Jason's property has been nicely secured and you're babysitting her until we get back. But remember my rules. First, that cunt doesn't get released from those stakes... Period. Second, she better not squirt or there'll be hell to pay. And third, you can use her however you want as long as there aren't any marks on her body or any cum in her ass - or again, there'll be hell to pay when we get back. You understand me, bitch?"
"YES MASTER, THANK YOU MASTER!", Alex's boy replied.
Then Alex told him, "And remember, slave. When we get back, she's gonna get a chance to do the same things to you that you do to her... So, I would suggest a bit of restraint."
Alex then walked over to his boy and gave him a deep passionate french kiss and said, "Happy anniversary, bitch", which got a really surprised look from my sub.
So, that's when I kneeled down beside him and told him, "Don't look so surprised, boy. You oughta know that you and I aren't the only ones in the world who are celebrating their anniversary today."
I then leaned over him and gave him a nice, deep french kiss of my own. When I broke off the kiss, I told him, "Have fun, bitch... We'll be back in a couple of hours. And if you're good, the both of you can split the doggy bag we'll be bringing back."
Alex and I then drove into the city to have dinner at my favorite steakhouse. I just hope that both of our boys behave themselves because if they don't, well... like Alex said, "They'll be hell to pay."
But then that's another story...
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Mmmm...
Anniversary Stakes!
I told my sub, "C'mon, boy. I'm hungry and it's our anniversary. I'm takin' you out for stakes."
It was indeed our one year anniversary since he agreed to become my house slave.
Of course, his mouth watered at the mention of going out to eat because he thought I said "steaks" and I've had the bitch on a steady diet of dry dog food and piss for the last three days... plus all the toilet water he can drink. (Don't worry, the toilet he drinks out of is in the guest bedroom and isn't used for anything except for drinking... unless we have guests over, in which case, it's sanitized after they leave.)
"Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" he said eagerly as he ran up the steps, faster than I've seen him move in quite a while, in order to put on the single pair of overly tight skinny jeans and the equally tight, white button-down collared shirt which he was allowed to keep in "his room", upstairs.
"His room" consisted of the tiny hall linens closet which was converted to have a clothes bar, replete with the two items of clothing I described hanging on it. Under the bar was his cage where he slept when I wasn't using him.
This cage is a rectangular, four feet wide, four feet high, and three feet deep cage which is welded together using square stainless steel tubing. It has plenty of room for a boy like him to enjoy himself when he isn't required by me.
It has a wifi enabled self-locking mechanism on the door that, once locked, can only be opened by my phone, a key, or the Alexa device I have in my office. Of course, in the event of a fire, carbon monoxide issue or a break-in, my alarm system will also open the door automatically. (I'm not a monster, I enjoy a tightly controlled sub, not a dead one.)
Anyways, I had to have the wall torn down and put back up to accommodate this cage, which cost me well in excess of $150,000 - but believe me, it was well worth it!
When my sub bounded down the stairs from getting dressed, he looked very handsome; even though I think he looks better without clothes, which is why he never wears any around the house.
When he was standing in front of me at the bottom of the stairs, I commanded him to "Turn, boy", to which he immediately complied. No muss, no fuss.
By the way, did I mention he's a pretty well-trained house slave who rarely requires any corrective measures?
Yeah, he does receive various corrections from time to time, whether he's being punished for an infraction or not; because, well... because it's my prerogative to treat my little sub boy any way I see fit. But trust me when I say that any punishments my sub receives only serves to make him a better house slave; which is something that we both want.
And, I just wanted to take the time, right now, to dispell any notion that my sub's servitude to me isn't mutually desired. I mean, it's not like I keep the bitch a prisoner against its will or anything like that.
Sure, I keep my sub in a specially designed cage, and I refer to it as "it", or "she", or "my sub", or "my boy", or "bitch", "cunt", or whatever other names I want to call it; but that doesn't mean I'm "forcing" anything on the bitch. And if you haven't heard the phrase "to gain control you must first give up control", you really don't understand the BDSM lifestyle, because in many ways, my bitch is in control in many more ways in our relationship than I am... but all that's for a discussion some other time.
Just suffice it to say that if my bitch didn't want to be with me, he could pick up and leave, with an extremely generous slave severance compensation package.
Let me also say that my sub LOVES to be dominated and would be hard-pressed to find another Dom who he could trust more with his well being, or who could truly give him just EXACTLY what he desires.
But, I digress. Anyways, once he turned and was facing away from me, I squeezed at the crack of his ass, feeling for the butt plug that he is always instructed to wear any time he is permitted to wear clothes.
Pushing on the plug, which I knew 100% would always be there; the pressure would elicit a slight gasp, moan, or groan from him.
And this time was no different as a stifled grunt escaped my sub's lips.
I then said, "Hands", at which point, he placed his hands behind his back.
Seconds later, there was a ratcheting sound, immediately followed by another one, as I had his hands cuffed behind him.
"Ok, boy... Let's go!" I told him as I took him by the elbow and walked him out to my car.
As soon as we got to the car, my sub went to the back door and waited for me to open it. That's because I usually have him ride on the floor in the back seat of the car. But, since this was a special event, I corrected him and told him that he was going to be sitting up front, with me.
"No boy... not back there. It's our anniversary and today, you're gonna be riding in the front seat with me", I informed him as I opened the front passenger door.
Once he was seated, I buckled his seatbelt around him (safety first, guys), and then got into the car and drove off.
Watching from the corner of my eye, I could tell that he knew we weren't driving into town, but he said nothing. After all, a good slave doesn't speak unless spoken to.
After driving for about twenty minutes and squeezing his clit from time to time, in order to keep it hard, we arrived at the house of my good friend, Alex.
(And yes, I almost always refer to the thing between his legs as a clit because while he does have something there which looks like a fairly impressive dick, the only one of those in our relationship is mine.)
Alex had a nine acre piece of property which was even further out of the city than I had. It's where both he and his slave Bill or Bob, or whatever his name was, lived.
Even though my sub had met Alex several times, I had never brought him to Alex's home; but like I said, it was our anniversary and I was taking my bitch out for stakes.
I could tell that my sub was a bit nervous as we pulled up to the rather large house; as he had no idea who lived there, or what was about to happen - but, he relaxed noticeably when Alex answered the door.
"C'mon in, Jason! You're just in time!", he told me, "My boy has the stakes all ready in the backyard!"
"Excellent!", I told Alex, and then turned to my sub and said, "Turn, boy."
My sub immediately faced away from me and I unlocked his handcuffs. I then told him quite bluntly, "Now, strip boy", to which he complied.
"Follow", I instructed my sub as I walked out to the back patio with Alex.
When we got there, my sub looked confused. He could tell that something was up because there was no barbeque going and there was no smell of steaks grilling, but like a good little sub, he kept his mouth shut.
What was on the back patio was another naked boy, kneeling on a yoga mat which was laid out on the patio stones.
"Ok, bitch", Alex barked, "Get Master Jason's toy ready for me to play with", to which, the dark haired boy snapped up off of the yoga mat.
Alex's boy then immediately began to wind a couple lengths of rope around my sub's wrists and ankles.
In seconds, my sub was beautifully wrapped up with rope. He then followed Alex's boy out to the edge of Alex's back yard lawn, which was beautifully framed by a stand of trees.
"Alright, boy... On your back" I told my sub, to which he dutifully complied.
I grabbed my sub's legs and pulled them over his head, at which point, Alex produced a set of stakes and a hammer which had been laying out of sight in the grass.
Alex quickly pounded the stakes into his lawn and then both Alex and I used the ropes on my sub's wrists and ankles to bind him to the stakes.
When the boy was secured, both Alex and I stood up to admire our handy work. That's when Alex turned to me and said, "Ok, Jason. Let's get going. I'm starving."
He then turned to his boy and said, "Alright, bitch... Master Jason's property has been nicely secured and you're babysitting her until we get back. But remember my rules. First, that cunt doesn't get released from those stakes... Period. Second, she better not squirt or there'll be hell to pay. And third, you can use her however you want as long as there aren't any marks on her body or any cum in her ass - or again, there'll be hell to pay when we get back. You understand me, bitch?"
"YES MASTER, THANK YOU MASTER!", Alex's boy replied.
Then Alex told him, "And remember, slave. When we get back, she's gonna get a chance to do the same things to you that you do to her... So, I would suggest a bit of restraint."
Alex then walked over to his boy and gave him a deep passionate french kiss and said, "Happy anniversary, bitch", which got a really surprised look from my sub.
So, that's when I kneeled down beside him and told him, "Don't look so surprised, boy. You oughta know that you and I aren't the only ones in the world who are celebrating their anniversary today."
I then leaned over him and gave him a nice, deep french kiss of my own. When I broke off the kiss, I told him, "Have fun, bitch... We'll be back in a couple of hours. And if you're good, the both of you can split the doggy bag we'll be bringing back."
Alex and I then drove into the city to have dinner at my favorite steakhouse. I just hope that both of our boys behave themselves because if they don't, well... like Alex said, "They'll be hell to pay."
But then that's another story...