Dirt

Jawhar, Consensual Slaveboy

A BoyToys, Inc Universe story

Chapter Four
Training & Discovery

Jawhar

Now I had to follow morning instructions. Strange. I always conceived of a slave as someone who did the work. Like Toby. But now my master says that my time was too valuable for that. That I was not Toby and he was not my Dad. And we would have a very different kind of master-slave relationship. It was both exciting and daunting at the same time. But I liked this idea of such an intimate relationship. I never knew it could be so fantastic. Even if parts were a struggle.

And wow, there was someone in the residence who had already prepared breakfast. My master said that this would be a common occurrence. But that I was to serve. I was quite scared at first. Here I was a naked little boy, obvious a slave, and the guys – well actually a man and a women – acted as if there were absolutely nothing remotely 'different.' The guy loaded up my serving tray as if there was nothing strange about a small naked black boy, with a slave collar – and a jutting out penis – acting as server. It was being so naked and with a boner which wouldn't quit which had me literally shaking. Finally I brought my master's breakfast into the next room. And knelt as instructed.

And it's hard to learn a new way of eating – without teeth. But the food sure tasted good. When my master finally deigned to feed me. I am definitely not complaining. Just the opposite. I LIKED serving my master. I liked kneeling at his side. I liked when he put me in his lap and started feeding me. Just strange.

Muyassar

Breakfast has ended with my slave being at my side, and then on my lap, gradually learning how to eat without any teeth. I found his antics throughout the meal somewhat comical. How I love having a boy! But now to more serious business. Now was the true start of my boy's training.

I knew that my slave's conditioning and training would be quite difficult for him especially since he had not had anything done to his brain pathways to automatically make anything easier for him. At least mentally and emotionally. But I did not want a boy whose loyalty and will to serve had been even partly the product of any brain pathway or memory reassignment. I wanted a freely willing boy who would choose to obey. I had taken a number of years to find the right boy but now I had found him. But I must be very careful. My boy's stability I recognize is a bit fragile. I have a tendency to push too hard, and I must remember that this boy is still a boy. With a kind and giving spirit. It is this spirit I must preserve. And besides, 'success' is not necessarily having him never fail. 'Success' will be deemed achieved by his spirit and determination not to fail. And his understanding that 'success' need not be 'perfect.' Though it should become part of our lives to find satisfaction and even happiness in all the continuing discipline it will necessarily take to continue on this path toward 'perfection.' But it is the path that is important, not the end result. THAT was what I had been trying my best to explain to my slave last night as we lay entwined.

Of course I keep getting seriously distracted by my desire to use his so sexy little boy body. If only I could get on with it. But who could blame me? There was this delectable morsel sitting in my lap as breakfast ended, and we had not had sex for at least an entire hour! What is another hour? Or two?

And at the end of another quite heavy use of my boy, I was certainly glad that there was no way I could actually 'wear out' my slave's love holes – or even damage them. Thanks to the labs of BoyToys, Inc.

Not quite two hours after breakfast, the boy, kneeling now with respectful formality at his master's feet as taught, recognized that he was now in formal slave mode. He was also starting to understand just what his master meant when he said that his being a sex slave would take up so much of his time. As his master was washing – again – his special boy holes after their amazing 'post-breakfast' session of sex, he was mindful of the understanding that those very holes had fortunately been 'enhanced' as part of his 'body remodeling' so to speak. He was quite grateful. There was only 'minimal' pain at the beginning, and remarkably, no soreness afterwards. And his gag reflex was just about non existent. But now he had to concentrate on what his master was saying about his being introduced to his 'formal slave protocols' – he'd gradually learn them all. And with that he would be finally introduced to his bondage and physical restraints. His master said that his body now belonged to his master, and in 'slave mode' it would most commonly be placed in his master's physical control. He was actually excited!

But it wasn't just the 'sex-feeling' he seemed to experience with the idea (and fact) of being in physical bondage. As much as Jawhar delighted in his 'freedom' the day before to scamper about, even if on leash, and to engage his master in easy dialogue, he now felt totally content and even happy to be required to submit in every minor aspect to the will of his master. To act in this manner felt so right somehow, but now with his feelings for his new master blossoming, it also produced an unnamed joy. He was starting to understand just what Toby meant when he stated that to submit and serve his own master was never a task or burden. In fact a stray thought flitted through his mind wondering if just perhaps there was some modifications made to him mentally. And it prompted several questions.

Paying absolute attention to his manner and his adoption of subservience, Jawhar first looked at his master as instructed, to see if he may invite a response.

"Yes boy, you need to speak?"

"Master, may I ask several questions?"

"Yes boy, but first a slight digression. While you are in formal slave mode, which by the way will be almost total for the next month or so, you will know when you are allowed to ask permission to speak by the simple expedient of not being able to do so when I do not wish it. But as instructed, you may attempt inviting communication by eye contact as you did just now. However, if you deem it so important, you may either simply look at me and say one word: 'Master,' or if that is not possible, touch my arm with either your hand, if it is available to you, or with your shoulder if not."

The boy was a bit puzzled. "Master, perhaps I do not understand. Why would I not be able to speak? Or not have my hand available?"

Muyassar laughed quietly. "Boy, you have much to learn and today you will learn a good bit of it. We have a long day planned. But before we get into that, about your original inquiry?"

"Master, I was just wondering. All this stuff seems to excite me. I know that I had all kinds of dreams about what I would do when I got older but now that I am a slave they seem not important anymore. And there's even more. I find I LIKE what is happening. I am so excited about you being my master and controlling me. And please master I mean not to imply that you have left me not knowing about everything done to modify me. But master, was my brain changed?"

Muyassar was a bit surprised by the question, if not the boy's positive reaction to his slavery. "Why would you ask that boy?"

"Master, this is much more control than what my Dad did with Toby yet even though it scares me some I seem to be enjoying it so much. Sort of like Toby, and he said it was because of his modifications."

"Jawhar. First of all, I am quite pleased at your reactions. But do you remember what I told you earlier? That I would never lie to you?"

"Yes master."

"Well I did not lie when I said you underwent no brain alterations. One, it was not necessary. You already respond every bit as positively to your slavery as I require. And two, please assume punishment attitude. You need to be punished for doubting your master's word."

Instant tears leaked from the slave's eyes. He realized his failure and after he had just told himself that he'd try so hard to be a good slave boy. He lithely stood and bent over grasping his knees with his small hands. And screamed as blow after blow reigned down on his small sensitive butt. He could not stop crying. And the pain was much worse than he had anticipated. Four swats had his little black rump quite sore even if his very dark skin made it not so noticeable. On his part, Muyassar knew that the small light tawse stung more than anything else. He was definitely not wanting to harm his property. And the boy's cute butt was a very special piece of property. But he must start now with his slave's absolute obedience, submission, and trust.

The boy was again kneeling as his master addressed him: "Boy, do you understand why that was necessary?"

The boy was trying mightily to stop the flow of tears. He whimpered: "Yes master."

"Good. Now you just stated how happy you were being my slave. Do you still think that?"

The small boy thought about his punishment and his pain. And was now surprised to realize that although he wished he could have avoided the pain part, he was not in the least dismayed over the 'punishment part.' "Master, it felt right somehow. Though I still hate pain. It HURTS!"

His master smiled. "Yes indeed," he thought, "this boy is definitely a jewel. HIS jewel!"

"I am very pleased boy. And you can be quite certain there will be many more punishments in your future. In fact this leads us to one more rule. On most nights you will be automatically punished. This punishment will be given for two reasons. One, it will be just in case I missed some infraction you committed during the day. Note that this punishment will be in addition to any actually accrued. You understand boy?"

The boy was a bit distraught over his master's pronouncement. "Yes master, but master, I don't understand. If I hadn't done anything wrong that isn't fair."

"Boy, fair has absolutely nothing to do with it. You are a slave. If I decide something, that automatically MAKES it fair. And that is precisely the second reason for this punishment. I want you to always remember that I am your master first and everything else is second. Besides, no slave is perfect in his submission. There will always be room for improvement."

"Yes master."

"Good. Now for your training. Remember I stated that you are ALWAYS to be under my total control. And that in formal slave mode, any movement of consequence must require permission or my explicit direction, or at least tacit permission. And I mentioned that this rule was necessarily vague and you would just have to learn by experience. But to help you I will be putting you into restraints. In the beginning these will be on you all the time except when you are in my bed. After the major part of your training is completed, and I can expect your total submission at all times, these restraints will only be used when I am rewarding you."

Jawhar was puzzled – a reward?! Muyassar smiled at his slave's apparent confusion and consternation.

"Don't worry about it for now boy, you will soon understand."

Muyassar smiled in keen anticipation. He was going to relish his boy's reactions.

"Boy now in answer to your questions about you ability to speak. Or using your hands. We will hopefully accomplish three main things today. One, you will be getting some jewelry. Two, I will introduce you to the world of physical bondage and control. And lastly you will be fitted into that slave training suit which I mentioned earlier."

Jawhar could not understand how he could have been so dense when he asked about talking, and other stuff. Toby had bondage things done to him often enough, and his gag and even mouth muzzle were common enough. Jawhar found himself almost shaking in anticipation. And idly wondered about what this 'jewelry' could be about.

But he kept rapt attention on his master.

"Boy, go to the second alcove in the closet and bring here the entire chest you see there. It may look quite large but it is on a grav lift so you should have no real problem."

But before his slave could even stand, Muyassar clamped a strong hand onto the boy's shoulder and further explained: "Now boy. There will be many things of interest in that closet. Do not be tempted to delay your obedient and swift return."

"Yes master."

The boy quickly complied and was quite glad that his master had pre-warned him. There were temptations galore. From several other drawers quite completely labeled, to even a rack of slave harnesses. Though he did have occasion to glance at the label on one drawer that had him wondering. Why would there be something called 'Feeding Apparatus'? He ruthlessly tore his gaze away and returned, with some labor, to his master. And trying to stop the momentum of the weighty cabinet, was an equal chore. But he also returned with a look of extreme excitement. He knelt again at his master feet.

"Stand boy, and you may move just enough to watch what is happening. This should be a delightful occurrence for both master and slave. I surely do not want to deprive you your pleasure in obtaining a precise examination of what I will be attaching to your cute black body. You may even ask questions as they occur to you."

Muyassar recognized his slave's joy and excitement to be put into bondage was possibly almost as strong as his own to do the putting.

At that moment, seeing the joy and anticipation on his young boy's face, Muyassar could not but look with great fondness at his little black slaveboy.

Muyassar's musings

And it could not totally be ascribed to the boy's nature. Sure the boy was sexually turned on by his forced submission, but there was some motivation above all that. And it made me want to care even that much more for my boy.

I was about to give my boy his first introduction to physical restraints and other means of physical control by his master. But as I looked down at the small black boy kneeling in submission before me, I was momentarily tempted to just grab him up and ravish his small body all over again. The boy's small stiff penis was projecting outward it full stiff 3 inches [7½ cm]. I had removed his chastity device during our bath. It was so black that it's outline seemed to merge with the boy's black body, also small and slim. I liked the idea of having a boy I could so absolutely dominate physically.

During our man-boy sex I had literally thrown my boy into whatever position I wanted him to assume. And my boy responded with all the passivity of a true submissive. Even with the enhancements of my own considerable sexual equipment and the aphrodisiac and reviving chemical aids I'd sucked out of my boy's own genitals, I was quite certain that my boy enjoyed his own orgasms almost as much as I did mine. And were probably almost as drawn out and intense as my own also.

During our tumultuous sex I occasionally engulfed my boy's small penis and scrotum feeling the quickly achieved and intense spasms of his small body as it whipped around almost uncontrollably, while exploring his beautiful black dimpled boy butt with its awaiting and pulsing prize at its center. The boy actually screamed when I started licking the radiating creases of his anal opening and then thrust my tongue deep within its moist and velvety hole.

And there had been only one thing my boy himself had actually balked at momentarily – the necessary cleansing of my own rear chamber. Both the mechanical cleansing during bath, and the boy's more intimate service with his mouth and tongue during sex. But I was able to persuade him that a slave has no choice. It only took a moderate use of the short tawse. And he even became self motivated as he experienced a strong revival of his own sexual arousal.

And the reaction of my boy to my own enhanced sexual equipment was fascinating to watch. The boy's genitals may only produce several drops from its own system but that did not limit his intense and lengthy orgasms. I was almost a bit envious that my boy could recharge in such a short time. But the action of the boy's body intensified my own arousal. And I must have stuffed my own relatively slim 7+ inch [18+ cm] member down my boy's accepting throat or into his beautiful rear sink hole a dozen times. Well the boy was eventually taught how to swallow me entirely once he realized that that opening in his throat was automatic and allowed him to continue breathing; he started to really enjoy sucking on his master's large penis, even if he had to open his mouth and throat to its fullest limit. Of course the boy had all the proper modifications. Even his poop chute easily accommodated the full girth of his master's cock, and being self lubricating, the boy seemed never to want the member to stop its full fledged assault. The boy kept begging his master to continue. Of course there was the matter of the boy's re-wired rectum which could eventually experience its own rectal orgasm when stimulated enough. In fact there were a few times when I had to punish my boy for getting so absorbed in his own sexual pleasure that he was remiss in his attentions and ministrations of his master.

That first time I had pulled out so suddenly when I realized that my boy was not gripping my penis with enough enthusiasm. My boy just lay there a bit surprised and dismayed at my reaction. And later he screamed and cried quite properly as he stood there in his punishment mode feeling the full measure of the light cane as I swung it over his exposed and very tender butt and upper legs. The slashes brought instant screams and copious tears from my boy and introduced him to a new facet of his of what his training was to consist of. And my boy accepted his punishment fully realizing just why he had earned it.

After the swipes had been administered my small boy apologized through his tears.

"Boy, you do understand that you must always be thinking of how best to respond so that you are pleasuring your master?"

"Sorry master. But master I was just so totally overwhelmed. I know I was supposed to make sure I was gripping you tight but I'm sorry I just got too distracted. I never experienced such strong pleasure before. It was just so hard to concentrate during it."

I reached over for a small spray canister on the nearby table, and sprayed the healing analgesic onto the boy's butt and legs and then soothed it in with my own hand. I then moved my own hands along my boy's beautiful chest, stomach, delectable butt, and eventually his groin area. The tears stopped. The trunk of the boy's body had also been so modified that any touching quickly brought the boy into strong arousal. Even the deeper pain of the swipes which had just been identified by the boy's neural receptors as pain, soon reversed into sources of pleasure.

Jawhar's musings

I was directed to bring back a slender switch from the closet. I was trembling a bit from fear but instantly complied and resisted looking back because I didn't want any additional punishment. I almost tripped over the long strap which was connected to the back of my collar. This strap was a temporary measure while I was in bed with his master. It was anchored to a ring in the floor just to the side of the bed. It gave me a feeling of security knowing that I was my master's slave and indeed incapable of escaping the bounds of its ten foot [3 m] radius. Somehow, instead of causing me any dismay, I sort of liked the idea of being so controlled. I scurried back and presented the switch to my master. My attention was soon fixed onto that small slim reed about three feet [90 cm] long and maybe not quite a quarter inch [6 mm] around. It seemed quite supple as my master had no trouble bending it almost back onto itself.

My master's next words went like a small shockwave through my mind.

"You will bend over boy as you have been taught, with your hands on your knees and butt high in the air."

But my attention was instantly riveted to my tender black butt as the first swipe of the cane made its presence felt. Ten swipes latter and I was barely capable of standing. I'd never before in my short life realized how much pain such an innocent small slender thing could bring. Damn those swipes hurt. And later I got so mixed up when I started getting aroused all over again as my master moved his hand over those very swipes so tenderly., after a soothant spray ended all but the deeper pain.

That punishment and its aftermath I know will take me some time to 'figure out.' Not just about how punishments will be a very 'natural' part of my life, but how I feel about them. The pain was so painful. But it was after, that had me so confused. I mean it felt so right that I should be punished when I failed my master. But after, when my master was soothing those very painful hurts, I felt so much more aroused. I could almost look forward to his punishments if it were not for the actual pain involved. But as I thought about that most amazing night in its entirety, I was positive that it was worth a whole lot of punishments.

But it was the attachment my master next affixed to my genitals which caused me the most regret and made my promise myself that I'd try extra hard the next time to obey my master. I'd seen such things on Dad's slave Toby but I had thought only in terms of how arousing they were when I saw them – on someone else. But damn I got so frustrated later as my own penis tried time and again unsuccessfully to expand. It almost drove me bonkers especially later when I realized the thing also stopped me from having any rectal orgasm even when his master plowed the hell out of my tight real hole.

I later answered my master truthfully when I affirmed that yes, now I was able to concentrate on servicing my master's needs. Too bad my own went wanting the remainder of the night. (Well, until right before we slept). Several times I awoke feeling the pressure of that tube that my master inserted right into his own piss hole a full six inches [15 cm] and how his small penis so much tried to expand inside the tight encasing tube which now adhered to its outside. I eventually consoled myself by focusing on the amazing contentment and visceral enjoyment of having my small body so totally subjugated by my master's strong body. And I had never realized just how much pleasure could be derived by being so determinedly used, and later, from simple cuddling. Of course that chastity thing kept reminding me I was the slave. And that punishment reminded me that I had to serve my master. No matter the circumstances, I must attend his will. And there was also that very small cage in the corner of the room which made me shiver at the thought of being forced to spend the night in that such cramped space instead of his master's secure and comforting embrace. There were even internal bars which could be placed to insure very minimal movement. I had asked about it.

"That's for real punishments. And there are also attachments for your butt hole and genitals which will pulse every ten minutes giving you quite intense pain. Of course there is also a mouth gag which even extends down your throat so that your screams will not disturb my own sleep."

I looked in real fear at the small confining box less than two feet [60 cm] on any one side. And the cruel looking butt plug and small rod which would be shoved into my piss slit.

"Master, you would really do that to me?"

"The first time perhaps just to make sure you know what real punishment is."

"But I promise to be a good slave, master. You won't need that thing. And it wouldn't be fair if I hadn't disobeyed master."

Muyassar

"Perhaps not boy. And that first time perhaps just an hour or so, just so you'd know what would be in store if you ever did disobey. And remember boy? 'Fair' is what your master says is fair."

My relieved boy still shuddered at the evil looking thing. I held him tighter in my arms. His slight form was so absolutely easy to completely dominate.

"Master, I'm sorry. You are the master and I will obey. I promise master. Maybe I could be put into it now just to get it over with."

I almost did just that, but decided at the last moment that it might not be a good thing at this stage to allow my slave to have even a small measure of control. He was in training after all. Besides there were all sorts of things I was planning that needed all my boy's continued concentration.

Until near the end of our love making, I kept my boy in chastity. But at the very end I could not stop myself from rewarding his extreme efforts. My own feeling of ownership and command of my boy sent shivers of joy through my entire being. This boy I was starting to have real and intense feelings for. I pulled his lean black body into my own naked chest and started rubbing the fragile body in my grasp. My joy concomitant with my feelings of ownership were near to overwhelming.

I lay my now quite passive boy onto the head of the soft mattress, opened apart his legs, removed the tube and urethral sound, and engulfed his entire genitals. The small jewels of my own jewel easily fit within my mouth. The boy started trembling and moving his limbs almost spastically. The quite enhanced sexual response of his small body was now almost overwhelming his own self.

I myself was reenergized as a small few drops of sexual elixir escaped his tiny penis. It was a powerful aphrodisiac and sexual enhancer. My own member was suddenly bone hard again in spite of my previous climaxes earlier that night. In my own miasma of sexual thrall with my now twitching boy experiencing his own powerful orgasm, I was not quite gentle. I picked him up with no further preamble, pulled my boy's anal opening directly onto my own rigid pole, which thrust violently into his velvety and tight sphincter. His outcry evinced a mixture of pain and pleasure a his own orgasm was in its last throws.

Somehow the sex with my slave boy was so much more satisfying than any sex I had ever had before. The boy had naturally given up his body to his master. Somehow the fact that my boy was perfectly willing to give himself so totally in this intimate physical manner enhanced the very act of sex.

I had purposely sought out a boy to be my willing slave. There had been no brain modification to make him more 'willing.' Of course the corresponding sexual enjoyment by my slave obviously made him so much more cooperative to be sure. And I was certainly going to discover how just willing my slave will be in the future when a penile chastity device and rectal inhibitor were temporarily installed. But I felt my boy would still be as disposed to obey his master.

But this last time, as I reached my own extended and intense climax, my boy's own rectal triggered orgasm had come near to rendering him all but unconscious.

Last night, as Jawhar snuggled tightly his back against the front of his master's body, he could feel his master's semi erect member quite so very noticeably between his legs right under the cleft of his now diminutive butt crack. His own member was sticking out with it's own tremors, trying to force itself free of its tight chastity confinement. It seemed to have barely become tumescent a few times even after his own powerful orgasms during what Jawhar could only think of as the most stunningly several hours of sex anyone in the entire world had ever experienced. Ok, so perhaps this was a slight exaggeration, but wow! He had been somewhat worried all the previous day about how could he hope to NEVER EVER touch his penis, or never rub it on something. It took so much will power!

And that thought led Jawhar into a complex series of thoughts whose central theme was – HE WAS A SLAVE! The very idea was finally getting through to him in a way he had not really quite grasped yet. But it was finally getting through to him. Up until this very moment, sure he knew he was a slave, but now that very concept had finally hit him full strength! HE WAS A SLAVE! Jawhar started trembling as in was finally coming to him full force. Until now he had been so distracted and enthralled by all the strange and new experiences and feelings he was experiencing that any degree of introspection had been thrust aside. But now he could finally really contemplate the true nature of his situation. HE WAS A SLAVE! He had to OBEY his master. Hell, he HAD a master who OWNED him! And it was permanent. Forever. As these very thoughts kept hitting his consciousness like a trip hammer, he started trembling even worse. And along side this stark realization, was a level of fear that was almost all consuming. And he tried to understand the very nature of this fear. And along side his widely amped up emotions he suddenly realized that among them was not the slightest bit of sadness. Quite the contrary, he realized that he was probably now at this very moment as happy as he had ever been. But then why was he so scared? And now quietly crying?

Jawhar felt his master stirring, and then felt his master hold onto him quite tightly: "Boy. My precious boy. Please calm down. I have you. I will always have you. Relax and calm yourself."

These whispered words did have the intended effect. So much so that Jawhar forgot for a moment his limited training. "Thanks, I can't quite understand how I was so emotional so suddenly. But it finally got through to me somehow with a great intensity – I am now a slave."

His master turned his small body about so effortlessly. (His master had previously mentioned he wanted a boy who he could so physically control). "Look at me boy."

Jawhar felt his master's hand's strongly gripping his midsection. And he looked straight into his master's eyes. His tears were now stopped and he felt this amazing feeling of safety flow through him. Until his enslavement, Jawhar had not fully understood his immense need for security and having some strong person give him both physical and emotional comfort. He now looked straight into his master's eyes.

"Now boy, understand. You are safe. You have nothing to fear. I will always be here to guide you. You have one obligation. To obey and submit. To be always thinking about how to please your master."

Jawhar was also just beginning to understand the root of his fear. It was not his being a slave as such. That idea even somehow thrilled him. And his penis sure told him it had a quite excessive sexual aspect to it also. The very idea of being a slave, submitting, and even all that restraint stuff his master had made mention of. (Even that thing on his penis). All this had him so much more excited and sexually charged. No, his fear, and it had been quite palpable, was worrying that he might somehow fail his master.

"Master, I am so scared. So scared that I will fail you. That I will not be able to be the boy you want me to be. Or especially the slave you want me to be."

Jawhar felt his trembling start all over again. His master now crushed him tightly to himself. Jawhar felt like his small body was almost totally overwhelmed physically.

"Don't be so concerned boy. All you need to do is obey and submit. Let ME worry about your training. Besides, his master then mentioned with a slight chuckle in his voice, I will have quite a bit of fun disciplining you fail to follow my will, or when you are remiss in your duties."

A still frightened but now mollified boy replied: "Ok. And I really DO want to be a good slave. I really do. Somehow that very idea is not just overwhelming almost, but sort of exciting at the same time."

"Very good boy. Just let your master do all the worrying. You just concentrate on the obeying and submitting part.

Jawhar

Strangely, after the 'punishment,' I felt so much better. Well emotionally – my butt hurt like the it had touched the Fabled Fire Lizard of old mythology, although my master did put a palliative salve on it. I somehow felt my lapses had been expiated. But as I searched inside myself I also realized there was more to my feeling better. It somehow felt right somehow. I was a slave after all. I remembered Toby when he had been disciplined, and when Toby had mentioned that being punished made him 'right' with his master. And 'right' within himself. I had never quite understood just what that meant 'til now. But wow, I think my master had been so much more 'punishy' – was that a word? – than my Dad had ever been with Toby. All those swipes for only not concentrating on my butt muscles squeezing on my master's penis, when I was so overwhelmed by such intense pleasurable feelings I'd never knew existed let alone felt before.

I just allowed my entire being soak up the feeling of being in my master's strong arms. I gave out a mental sigh and gave myself over to my master. It was so comforting. And our sex seemed never to end. And even though my own body was denied its own reward, I still relished giving my master the pleasure he demanded.

I was a bit surprised, when nearly asleep, after having lain there passively in my master's arms, basking in the glow of several hours of unbridled sex, my master removed my chastity device and again took my small boy genitals entirely into his mouth. As I was coming down from my intense climax he then seared my butt hole again with his own huge penis. Both the pain and pleasure was impossible to ignore but again I almost passed out during my next butt 'gasm. And I only sighed slightly as that thing was put back onto my penis. I wondered if I'd ever get used to it. It was again driving me bonkers. Sigh. Well, I am a slave after all.

The exhausted boy again fell asleep wondering what the next day would bring. His master mentioned that he'd be getting several more of his attachments. He wondered what they could be. He'd already been fitted with his collar and at times that chastity device. He purposefully rubbed his small head against his master's chest where it lay resting and he smiled as he felt his master's arms take another hold of his small body. And he was finally getting used to being so small again.

Now it was the next day. Jawhar knelt at his master's feet with absolutely rapt and undivided attention.

"Ok boy. For the next month you will be in relatively strict bondage, and frequently as strict as your duties at that time will permit. In fact it is the total control of your body and actions which you must accommodate yourself to. In the future, all your actions and even body functions will be done only at your masters' consent and permission. And for the most part you will always be in the company of your master.

Jawhar felt more excitement than consternation at these directives. "So much for being a slave like Toby." he thought. But at the same time he was strangely excited at the prospect. And if what his master said was true, he would be seemingly in his masters care almost all the time. The very fact that he and his master would be in constant association brought a smile to both his face and to his soul. It was something he realized that he so much wanted. And that he was the man's slave companion did not matter. In fact to Jawhar it even made the situation that much better since being a slave to Jawhar was in part a sexual experience.

Therefore the now small boy, while kneeling barely coming up to his master's waist looked up in anticipation. He knelt at slave attention with his arms behind him and his feet together.

Jawhar's master addressed his slave: "Jawhar, first of all you have your collar. It's weight and how tightly it is secured about your neck is such so that you can never become entirely unaware of its presence. It is there also as a constant reminder of just what and who you are. It is both a measure of control and more importantly, a true symbol of your status and your total subservience to your master."

Muyassar saw a small tear run down his slave's cheek. Yes, his slave accepted his collar yesterday, but its significance takes some time to achieve its full impact. In fact it will be still some time before his slave is cognizant of the full reality of his slave status. But by the Seven Sigils of Serenity and Self-possession, he was near tears himself. He wiped away his slave's tear. A quiver of a smile touched his slave's lips. And of course the next most important item is to make his slave know that his sex parts, and control of his sex parts, were totally the domain of his master.

"Boy, attend. Stay standing."

Jawhar again stood in front of his master.

"Boy, you already experienced one of your chastity devises last night. This time I will just insert the penis rod. It is quite simple and also allows your master to see your cute boy penis in its full glory. As I mentioned last night it is both a genital and rectal inhibitor."

The small rod was again inserted into his urethra. He squealed at the insertion which went well past the apparent base of his penis by at least two inches [5 cm]. When secured within it adhered to his body with a very small nub peeking out his piss slot. It got Jawhar quite aroused and made his rod stiff penis jut straight outward.

"Master, it makes me want to touch myself."

Muyassar snickered. "You do that boy and you will certainly discover just what kinds of punishment can be experienced in that small cage I showed you last night

"Master, and the tube thing?"

"That will not be placed onto your penis all the time. For now just the rod will be sufficient."

As the boy kept experiencing quite a climbing need to bring himself to climax he fretted.

"Master, it's horrible."

"Boy, you will get used to it. And as long as it is in place, your body can climb toward climax but never reach it. Neither your genitals nor your butt. No genital orgasm nor butt 'gasm as you mentioned unless your master permits. Your boy sex parts are totally at the control of your master. As I said I will maintain total control of your entire body."

After several minutes Jawhar was thinking that this was even worse than the all the other control things put together.

"Master?"

"Yes, boy?"

"Do I have to wear this thing all the time?"

"As I mentioned boy, except when I am using your cute body for sex. And even frequently then. Only your master will decide where and when you will be allowed to experience orgasm. That of course will also be only when you have been a very good and submissive boy. There will be other devices including that tube I will attach to your genitals in the future but this will be your main chastity device."

A concerned boy meekly replied: "Yes master."

Jawhar was at least thankful that at least this type of chastity device allowed his penis to attain its full engorgement. The tube thing he had in last night drove him batty.

Muyassar next opened the chest. Within were items specially designed and proportioned just for his boy. The artisan, and engineer, who constructed them were taken aback by their relatively small size. Their artistry was simple yet elegant. And of course their technology quite sophisticated. He took out the two wrist cuffs and two ankle cuffs. His slave would necessarily have to brave their permanent attachment.

"Boy, hold out both wrists. These will be permanent. When necessary they will become as hard as steel, or when desired, as flexible and soft as the softest leather. Attachment to them is also by contact. Even to themselves. I will demonstrate. But first they must be attached. They not only will they encircle your arms and legs, when engaged, they engage their own micro force fields about your wrists and ankles to keep themselves stationary and your limbs intact."

The boy looked with great interest and not a little emotion as his master took what looked like two halves of a very heavy metallic band, that when joined together, would made a full circle. They were about two inches [5 cm] wide and about a quarter inch [6 mm] think.

"Boy, part of your modifications included the ability of your ankles and wrists to accept these new restraints."

As the boy's master placed the two halves around the boy's right wrist, they sealed just as did his collar. There was just enough room so that it slid a bit on his slim wrist. "Damn was it heavy," he thought. "And beautiful."

The sliver (actual an amalgam of metal and ceramic) cuff had a heavy tracery of gold twining about it live a vine. The other wrist and two ankles were similarly encircled.

"Let me demonstrate boy. Extend your arms upward."

Jawhar complied. And his master promptly lifted his slave by grasping onto both wrist cuffs. The boy's light weight was barely a challenge. But the boy was intrigued by what happened as he was lifted. Both cuffs remained stationary but also seemed to put pressure equally about each wrist. He was quite enthralled.

"Since these are permanent they need be comfortable for your master when we sleep together. Watch."

A small control was touched on his master's wrist com and suddenly all four cuffs softened onto comfortable and seemingly soft circlets. Both slave and master smiled.

"And boy, your limbs have been modified so that you can be hung by either wrists or ankles indefinitely. In fact you can be hung without harm by a single limb."

Similarly, cuffs were attached to the slave boy's ankles.

"Walk about boy."

As the boy did just that, he asked: "Master, they are so heavy." But he smiled. Even Toby's weren't so special, …or permanent.

"Stand boy. I have several attachments made specifically for your new cuffs. Again watch."

Muyassar pulled from the chest a small length of metallic looking chain about 14 inches [35 cm] in length. He merely touched an end to each ankle cuff and they stayed attached. "Now see how that feels boy."

Again the boy took delight in his proscribed movements limited by the hobbling chain. It came off as easily. Next his master withdrew a black rod about a foot [30 cm] long and perhaps a half inch [13 mm] in diameter. It too attached automatically but it was more difficult to walk with even though its ends seemed to swivel as needed. But the rod itself remained quite stiff.

"Now watch. Sit before me."

As the boy sat his master then touched the middle of the rod with instantly expanded until he let go. Jawhar was surprised as his ankles swiftly separated. The rod though thinner, was now fully 2½ feet [75 cm] long. Walking was close to impossible.

"Boy, in truth I do not have many attachments for you. But many of them have several purposes. Can you imagine your legs forced apart even further as I use your body in the manner for which it was meant?"

Both boy and master smiled with eyes locked. Their thoughts were similar of not opposite in kind.

"Stand and present."

The boy complied.

"Boy, I have three rings which will not be permanent. They are easily removed. You will note that you have no apparent piercing. No matter. These work with micro force-fields and provide their own 'virtual' piercing."

First attached were two small rings which looked like two spirals of both gold and silver were entwined about each other. They were quite striking. And the pattern seemed to quite augment that of his cuffs. The rings his master attached to both his very small nipples. All was needed was to touch his nib and it seemingly attached itself. He felt a slight tingling as it seemed to actually pass right through his flesh. What actually happened was that the ring opened and then bridged itself with a micro force field. The weight was negligible but the feel was entirely out of proportion to their weight. Rings no more than an inch [2½ cm] around and quite thin made his nibs come alive. He quite liked them. Especially when his master started twisting and pulling on them.

"Well boy?"

"Master, they feel strange. Almost sexy even. I really like them. Thank you master. They are also beautiful."

The texture and color of the rings made quite a contrast against the boy's coal black skin.

"I like them too boy. I also like the boy attached to them."

Muyassar could not help pulling his slight boy into a tight embrace.

"One more ring boy."

This one, still made of several intertwining filaments of silver and gold, was in contrast quite large. Fully 3 inches [7½ cm] in diameter and 1/8 th inch [3 mm] thick. And upon seeing it Jawhar remembered an attachment to his penis was mentioned by that doctor just before his insertion onto his modification tank. He thrust out his rod stiff penis and smiled. Wow, the ring was big. And yes, he discovered that his penis could support its weight. It attached in a similar fashion to his penis immediately behind the glans. The tingling was the same only stronger and brought a momentary frisson of arousal to the boy's groin.

"Boy, that will adorn your penis most times unless I wish to take a taste of your juices. And along with this slim rod, it's part of your other chastity device. Come back here boy."

The small chastity rod which was already inserted into the boy's penis slit its full five inches [12½ cm] was only evident by a tiny gold nub which extended beyond the head of his cute little boy penis. This new ring quite added to the sensation that the boy was feeling.

"Now for a couple more serious applications boy. As I said I am a simple man. I have but two different kinds of plugs for your love holes. One set is quite stiff and will make their presence quite known. The other set are much more pliant and less intrusive. But both are quite effective. Let's try the first."

The first set of plugs Muyassar pulled out of the chest were quite unremarkable looking. Merely small black cylinders. One about half the length as the other and both about a half inch [~13 mm] around. But it was the technology within which mattered.

"Now boy, unless your butt is plugged with your master's penis, or is being cleaned out, your butt plug will be a near permanent part of your attachments. Even when in 'boy mode.' As for your mouth gag and muzzle, this will adorn your mouth and face most the time when in 'slave mode' and of course when the whim hits me."

Jawhar was excited. He generally liked the feeling of the plugs that had been inserted into his butt when being shipped. But he wondered a bit about this 'just about all the time thing.'

The first slim plug was inserted into his rectum with no difficulty or even discomfort. That was until a control was touched on the base of the thing. Jawhar squealed as the thing grew. And kept growing! And although he felt as if it was all the way to his stomach before its stopped it was in truth only eight inches [20 cm] in length and about an inch [2½ cm] in diameter, except for the widened portions on both sides of his butt hole. Jawhar was instructed to stand. He sure felt the fullness but its fortunately slim size made the thing not that uncomfortable. In fact he like how it felt if only his penis would now stop pulsing in time to his rectal movements.

"Boy, that attaches itself to the wall between your rectal sphincters and can not be forced out."

The boy in question stifled a groan as his small penis again took up much of his awareness. It was there to stay until its control was again touched by his master.

"Walk about boy. It is somewhat flexible and you should accommodate yourself to it with little problem."

Though it felt like his entire rectum was invaded by a log, he soon realized that yes, it was somewhat comfortable and he liked its feel. And wow did it excited him to an even greater horniness. That ring swinging back and forth in his penis didn't help either. (Or really helped depending on the point of view).

"Master. How can I ever concentrate with these things in me?"

His master chuckled. "You'll get used to it. Of course I like to make sure my boy is always ready for his primary use. That's your pleasure plug boy. I have others for punishment. Now for your cute mouth."

This time a small cylinder was forced into his open mouth. "OK, boy close up."

Then a control was again activated. Immediately the gag expanded filling the boy's entire mouth, and kept expanding. The boy grabbed onto his master as his mouth was forced open quite widely. Every portion of his mouth was totally filled but the process did not stop there. His tongue was immobile except at the back as he discovered he could still swallow – barely. Jawhar could now feel a strange coating progress over his lips and quite quickly cover his upper lip all the way to his wide flaring nostrils, and extend downward to cover his entire chin and several inches [~ 7 to 8 cm] below. The boy was startled as the outer margin had flowed over his lips and anchored themselves quite rigidly. The gag was also its own muzzle. And it clamped itself quite snuggly to the boys lower face. He tried to speak but all he could do was make a few muffled sounds from down in his throat. But instead of being frightened, he was much more sexual aroused at the feeling of being so controlled. And just by the gag and muzzle itself.

Muyassar chuckled at the boy's antics as he tried to open or move his mouth parts.

"New technology boy. Again boy, a pleasure gag." And he smiled as he knew what was coming. "And there are many others for punishment."

Well his master did say that the sex slave part would take a lot of his time.

"You have my permission boy to touch both your plugs."

And an excited and sexually enthralled boy did just that, exploring the end of his butt plug, wiggling it back and forth, and then moving his hand all over his muzzle. He eventually noticed a small circular ridge just over the center of his widely held open mouth. He pointed to it.

"That's for allowing you to feed or drink boy without the necessity of taking out your gag."

Jawhar now understood the label he now remembered about 'feeding apparatus.'

Muyassar then held up the another plug and gag and muzzle.

"These parts are made out of metal amalgam and have both mechanical and internal micro force fields which keep then attached were needed."

To Jawhar they seemed entirely too large to actually fit his small boy holes.

"These boy are not so easy to adjust to. In fact that is the idea. When attached within you, these will definitely make you KNOW for sure that you are quite well plugged and gagged!"

Jawhar was wondering just how they could possibly feel much more 'filling' than those in his right now.

Muyassar continued: "They are quite uncompromising. But we will introduce you to them on a different day. For now we must make our way to the nearby city. The slave doctor is needed for the next of your control devices. Of course that means putting you into one of your slave harnesses. Get that black and silver one just inside the closet, boy."

Jawhar quickly ran to the closet in his excitement. Even if the plug and gag felt a bit beyond intrusive, the idea as much as the feel of them, kept his quite excited both emotionally and even sexually. And he was anxious to get fitted into his slave harness again. It was the same one he wore the day before. And the only difference was now he had nipple rings which could actually be attached to small rods which crossed the holes allowed for the exposure of his areolae.

Jawhar would also soon discover that his usual restraints were not as bad as he'd thought they would be. Except for that infernal rod and ring in his penis. Of course he would also feel a greater frustration from the other few chastity devices his master had in store. This included the constricting tube he'd already experienced and would many times in the future. He would discover that another, which consisted of a series of tight rings encircling his small penis in four places, was actually the worst. Damn that thing even hurt every time he tried to get a hard-on. The small leather like pouch thing was the easiest one to get used to.

Fortunately, at night, his master allowed him near complete physical freedom when they were having sex. And (alas!) only sometimes removed the boy's chastity.

But at this moment in time, the feeling of all his slave things kept Jawhar in a 'slave high' for the entire trip into town. A trip itself which drew great excitement. HE WAS GOING AS A NAKED SLAVE RIGHT INTO TOWN! In front of all those people! The very idea added to his dread. A really neat and exciting sort of dread. A kind of 'dread' you can perversely enjoy. He wondered if he'd ever really get used to being totally naked outside when other people were around looking at his exposed genitals. Then he remembered that Toby seemed totally unfazed by being naked all the time. So he figured he'd probably get used to it – in about a hundred years. But the idea still sent a strange exhilaration through him.

Muyassar smiled at his slave's obvious enjoyment of being fitted with his slave controls. Of course he had one more surprise for the hyper little black slave boy. Well, one more that day.

As he was led by his master to the small air car, Jawhar noticed that his master must have made prior plans as there was a pilot already waiting. He ran forward but just as the door irised open his master had him stop. His arms were then brought behind him and suddenly he felt the wrist cuffs adhere themselves to the belt of his harness in the small of his back. In addition his master attached that small hobble chain to his ankle cuffs. And then a leash to his collar. (Small sandals already adorned his feet). And he was quite conscious of his rings and plugs as they made contact with the soft seat and force safety harness as he sat in the rear of the small craft.

They abruptly left the holding bay and made their swift way to their destination.

"Boy, until we land, you have my permission to look about. I know that your curiosity and the extravagantly beautiful landscape would have tested your slave discipline this soon in your training. Besides, I want you to enjoy the ride."

Jawhar was all eyes as he took in the spectacular ocean, cliffs, flora, and even fauna as several merle goats could bee seen jumping about the Burning Cliffs.

Muyassar gave out a great sigh of contentment as he eventually grabbed hold of his little boy and pulled the squirming naked body into his lap. The boy momentarily turned his gaze from the wide window and arched his head back to look at his master and again realized that his desire to move and touch was quite curtailed by his hands and arms being fixed at the small of his back. He was also momentarily frustrated that he could not speak. But he realized it didn't matter. His master knew what he was feeling. So he just matched his master's smile internally, and then looked back at the great scenic spenders all about them.

Jawhar

And I was shocked to see several other naked boys, even if all looked older than I was, but with collars and in similar dress. Or undress. I suddenly felt just a bit jealous as if somehow those other boys were stealing some of the attention away from me. And for once I struggled to remain in slave comportment as I so wanted to speak to them. Two of them didn't even have a mouth gag and one turned about as we passed.

And I also realized all over again just how small I now was! And how black!

Once in the office, the doctor explained all about the slave suit which was going to be fitted onto my body – permanently. I also discovered my imagination about what it consisted of was completely wrong. It was not actually a suit much at all, but a series of hundreds, maybe thousands, of tiny dots barely perceptible to the eye and held in place by some amorphous substrate which sublimated into vapor as the 'suit' was attached, or more accurately embedded into my body. In size it resembled a small body – MY body!

An hour later it was all over. I had felt so strange being held in mid-air inside several force fields as the series of miniature sensors and micro force field units were embedded into my body from head to toe. (My plugs had been temporarily removed). I was sure glad that the process was no longer as painful as it had once been. The pain was minimal even if the entire process was quite tedious since I was kept totally aware but not able to move at all. A number of times even my breathing was halted for a minute at a time.

The doctor had been all business. And treated me as of I were merely an object. He never even addressed me. But I listened attentively as he spoke to my master.

"Now Mr. Khaldun. As you know, this new suit has quite a few remarkable features. And with the controls already implanted within your slave's collar, all we need now is to adjust it, and make sure it is operating to your specifications."

The doctor and my master discussed options and procedures and I was all ears. I got quite interested on hearing phrases like absolute physical control and warning guidance system, but unnerved on hearing variable pain control.

My master had me stand at slave attention.

"Boy, this suit has many control features and several modes of operation, but today we will only concern ourselves with two of them."

Suddenly my body simply froze. Fortunately, before I could get into a panic my master explained.

"This boy, is its total physical control mode. On this setting you can only do as commanded. In fact you will find yourself totally unable NOT to do as commanded. And it is much more sophisticated than the control over you by your obedience collar. That can only adequately make you respond to very simple and one stage commands, like sit, or stand, or stop. But now this can make you do quite complex behavioral activities."

My master knelt in front of me, looked directly into my eyes, and put his hand on my shoulder. I finally relaxed. I realized that I trusted him implicitly.

"Do you understand boy?"

I found myself forced to answer even if I seemed to give content to the answer. "Yes master." It felt really strange. And scary.

"Now boy, this mode has two phases. One which forces compliance without any assist from you, and another phase which only will force compliance if it detects within your brain wave pattern that you are in complete submission to the will of your master. This difference is quite important. As you know I want a willing slave, not a compelled one. I will try to explain. But first to demonstrate."

I could not make even the slightest movement on my own. Even my breathing and eye blink was totally controlled. I found it somewhat frightening and only my total trust of my master kept the panic away.

"Jawhar, go over to that cabinet, open the drawer, pick out the small black neural stimulator, adjust it for pain by touching the red control, adjust it at control 4 for moderate, and then walk back to your master. When you are a pace from me, then stop and then touch it to your stomach."

I found myself totally complying as if another person was controlling my body. And at the end I screamed as the pain went through my body. I was quite grateful when my master pulled the neural stimulator from my fingers. I could not stop the few tears from dripping from my eyes. But strangely I was more enthralled by the experience than disturbed by the pain, which was not actually that bad.

"Boy, could you describe your feelings?"

I tried my best. But the experience was so different than anything I'd had before. Even different from my obedience collar.

"Master, it felt as if I was a puppet and your instructions kept impressing themselves in my mind and my body simply followed those instructions all by itself."

"Did you make any effort to stop your body from doing as commanded boy?"

I was stunned. "No master. It never occurred to me."

"Good. This time I want you to try to resist. Understand?"

"Yes master."

"Now walk back to that same drawer and put back the stimulator and then return facing me."

Wow! Not even a slight dent. It was as if my 'wanting' had no effect even on my mind processing the command. I explained that to my master.

"Now boy. This operation of the suit is important because I do not want a puppet as you so described, but a willing slaveboy. In this phase it only is operational IF you allow your master control over you. I specifically do NOT want you to comply cognitively to the commands themselves, but merely to accept of your master's right to control you. Do you understand?"

"I think so master."

"Good. Now just do two things. Allow your mind to accept your master's right to control you and then do NOTHING to actually carry out the command. Let your body do it automatically."

This process was more difficult than it seemed. I kept wanting to do as my master commanded rather than letting my body do its thing. But finally I got the hang of it. But it was still surprisingly difficult. I had to REALLY concentrate on making myself accept my master as – well as my absolute master. It's hard to explain but it was like that I had to totally give up myself to my master's will. It was DIFFICULT. And I was successful only after a full hour of 'practice.' Try it yourself if you don't believe me. Even though I had absolutely no qualm in allowing myself be my master's slave. It seemed that I had to make my entire will give itself up to my master. But finally I was able to do as my master wanted. And was quite shocked when the doctor made a comment to my master.

"I am sure glad that a full 360-holo recording has been made at this session. I would not have believed it possible. Do you know how impressive this is Mr. Khaldun?"

My master was all smiles, in fact he was beaming. "THAT is MY slaveboy. I am quite proud of him."

I so wanted an explanation but I was in slave mode. And my master didn't not give me permission to speak when I made eye contact. But I sure liked his praise.

Then we went through another mode of the 'suit.' It was called its teaching mode. And it too had two phases, 'slave mode' and 'boy mode.' And it was quite simple. While in its 'slave teaching mode,' I was automatically signaled when I was not in compliance. For example, if I stopped attending to my master my entire head was signaled by a small prickles of pain running down my spine. Just enough to get my attention. And whatever portion of my body was moving (or not moving) in accordance to my master's protocols for being in slave mode, the same pain tingling applied to that part. It was quite eerie if aggravating. It seemed that I was tingling somewhere every half minute. "Boy, you will get used to it. And in very short time you will be a very perfectly functioning slave boy. It also works in 'boy mode.' I said that I had a help for you. And I do not think you are aware of it, but in this function it only will work when you desire it to work. Understand?"

"Master. I'm not sure. I didn't do anything, but just respond to all that tingling."

My master laughed. "Boy, that tingling would not happen unless you actively wanted to be instructed. Or more precisely put. Only as you desire to follow your master's will."

"Yes master. But I still don't understand. Aren't I always supposed to do that?"

My master laughed quietly and took me into his strong arms. My small body was picked up from the floor and crushed against my master. I felt so totally wanted and secure in his arms. And I also started crying as my emotions sprung out of control. I realized that I wanted so much for my master to want me as much as I wanted my master.

The doctor and my master talked about a return visit for any possible minor adjustments and we were again on our way. And I was only 'tingled' several times on our way to the air car on the roof. Of course I also received the usual swats from my master's belt when he too became aware of my failures.

During the next portion of the trip, it was sometimes difficult to make sure that my attention on my master was adequate with all the amazing distractions. My master then put me into 'boy mode' for the rest of the flight home for comparison. Not a single tingle the rest of the way. There was much more freedom in 'boy mode.' And I didn't have to pay such complete attention to my master. He got my attention when he needed it. The ride home was amazing as my master had the pilot make a full circuit of the island we lived on. Heck, I hadn't even known it was an island. It was quite large, many miles across, and had towering peaks and steep sided gorges near the coast. It positively was the most breathtaking scenic piece of nature I'd ever seen. The red, orange, and brown colors towards the coast were remarkable and I realized why they were called the Burning Cliffs.

Muyassar

"Master, I was so embarrassed, but a really neat kind of embarrassed. It thrilled me to be naked at the same time. I was only disappointed that most everyone seemed like there was nothing strange in a naked boy parading about with his pee-pee sticking out."

My boy was a bundle of excitement. I was quite happy again to note my boy's stark pleasure at seeing the wonder's of nature as he put it. I was wondering how he would exclaim when he eventually saw the Isle of Arioi, the largest of the Cirque Islands and home of the famous Xanadu Pleasure Dome Resort which owned the entire eastern half of that magnificent island. It was even more spectacular than this one.

My boy was also a bundle of surprises. Not the least of which was his remarkable display of submission at the doctor's office. I had made three appointments for suit adjustments for suit control and response feedback since it was assumed that NO slave could possibly make the suit function on its 'assent control mode' until well into his conditioning and training regimen. Especially a non-modified Class Two slave with no brain pathway mods. In fact some Class Two slaves are never able to make the suit function completely in that particular mode. That my boy was actually able to make his will submit to mine so thoroughly this early in his training was remarkable. And quite uncommon in one so young. Of course more extreme demands on my slave will test his response in the future.

The doctor was quite skeptical about the fact that I had made no brain pathway mods done on my boy. He finally was convinced after he took his own scans.

"You have a remarkably submissive boy there Mr. Khaldun. I envy you. My own slaveboy took over a year to attain that degree of not just submission, but more importantly, trust. And he was extensively brain modified. Yes, remarkable."

I knew he was right. My affection for my slave was intensifying. I knew however that the degree of continued control that I will demand will eventually bring my boy to a moment of crisis, when all the newness of being a slave wears off and the demands finally make themselves exhibit their maximum impact. I just hope that we will both be up to getting my slave over this necessary conflict. But for now my slave is enjoying what he has earned. The full impact of his total slavery is possibly several weeks to a month or more off. But it happens to all non-modified slaves. There comes a moment when the full impact of giving oneself completely to a master is finally understood in all its ramifications and more so in its totality and its never ending regimen.

And to help get my boy over that particular hurdle I know that his restraints will have to be even much more severe, and his punishments more consequential. And that my own efforts and understanding need be much more demonstrative and thought out. And of course that 'slave suit' need not just 'tingle' as my slave put it. Pain has a good way to capture a slave's 'willing' attention.