Boys Act Like Captives in Chapter 3
In the concluding chapter of my narrative, "Boys Are Slaves," I share my early morning routine of catering to my masters.
Before delving into the details, it's crucial to read the initial two chapters for better comprehension.
As the day began, I arose before dawn and maneuvered towards the hall to commence my duties. Whilst entering, my mistress and goddess were sitting comfortably and engaging in casual conversation. I knelt before them, my head lowered.
"Is that how you greet your owners, slut?" the goddess inquired.
"No, Goddess, I'm sorry," I uttered, instantly bowing down and kissed at their feet.
"Oh, he's improving," the mistress observed.
"Goddess, what clothes should I wear to university today?" I enquired.
"Slave," Goddess replied, "I've determined to gift you as a personal attendant to my lovely daughter, so she can take charge of your decisions."
"Thank you, Mommy," the mistress responded.
I gazed at the mistress affectionately.
"Skipping college today," the mistress declared. "I'll be amusing myself with you today, and if your subservience pleases me, I may absolve your penalty."
I was overjoyed following the announcement.
"Thank you so much, Mistress, for your thoughtfulness," I praised.
"Proceed to the backyard," Mistress instructed.
I wandered towards the garden, strategically situated behind our bungalow. There was a coffee table alongside a chair. I moved towards it and kneeled obediently, expecting further guidance.
My joints ached, yet I persisted, awaiting the mistress's arrival, approximately an hour later. She was holding a large box and sat on the chair.
"Hey," the mistress said.
"Good morning, Mistress," I responded.
The mistress smacked my cheek and remarked, "Dogs don't talk."
"Woof, woof," I canine-ly responded.
"Pleasing," the mistress said.
The mistress unboxed two pairs of dog-themed foot covers and a canine mask with a muzzle attachment, putting them on my hands and head.
"Stand up and rotate," Mistress advised.
Involuntarily, I obeyed.
Next, she extracted a tail-attached butt plug, usually employed in this type of play.
"Aah," I yelled involuntarily.
Mistress administered another slap and instructed, "Turn around."
Mistress then retrieved a shock collar, connecting it to my genitals, and a whistle along with its remote from the box.
"If I whistle once, you will stand stock-still regardless of where you are or what you're doing," Mistress said.
"Woof," I yelped.
Mistress elaborated, "Two whistles signify your imminent return to me."
I nodded in agreement.
"Got it," I stated.
"Woof," I reiterated.
"Now, crawl around the garden," Mistress requested.
Complying willingly, I commenced crawling all over the garden.
After a few minutes, I heard a whistle. I remained frozen, my mouth against the ground.
Mistress then whistled twice, releasing me from my frozen state.
"Indeed, it's that simple," Mistress remarked.
"Woof," I barked in affirmation.
"Next, let's attempt a fetching game," Mistress suggested, picking up a ball from the table.
I nodded eagerly.
"I'll assign a time frame each time to fetch the ball," Mistress instructed. "If you can't perform within the said time frame, your balls will be burned via your shock collar," she added, demonstrating the remote's capabilities.
"Woof," I barked, comprehending the threat.
"First, I'll give you a minute," Mistress mentioned. "From then on, I'll shorten the time limit progressively."
I agreed, mentally acknowledging the severity of the situation.
Mistress flicked her watch, and the moment she said "go," I took off like a sprinter to fetch the ball. I retrieved the ball quickly, approaching Mistress and deposited it in her hand.
"Positively, boy," Mistress commended.
"Woof," I barked, expressing my gratitude.
"Can you fetch the ball in 30 seconds now?" the mistress posed.
I acknowledged her request, prepared for any consequences.
Mistress hurled the ball to the far end of the garden. I took off, pulling the ball back towards her as quickly as possible, just within the permitted time frame.
"Well done, pup," Mistress said.
"Woof," I barked.
"Would you be able to complete it in 20?" Mistress posed, the remote's potential use looming.
In response, I lowered my head, internally worried.
In just a few moments, the woman shouted "Go," and pushed a button on her timepiece.
I swiftly made my way towards the sphere and captured it in my jaws and scurried back to the lady.
The woman grabbed the ball from my jaws and said, "You finished it in fifteen seconds, bitch. Well done."
"Woof, Woof," I yapped.
"At this moment, you're now mine to command," the woman stated.
I accepted.
The woman firmly held my cheeks and said, "Understand that I'm your dominator for the rest of your life, and you'll obey everything I order."
"Woof, Woof," I yapped again.
The woman was utterly elated from the surge of power.
"So slut, what's the more dominant gender?" the woman inquired.
"Girls are the dominant sex," I answered.
"Whom do you serve?" the woman asked.
"The Girls," I responded.
"What about boys?" the woman inquired.
"Boys are subservient," I said.
"Good dog," the woman stated and threw the ball once more.
"Go, Hurry, Whore," the woman urged.
I scurried to collect the ball once more. I was completely subjugated by the goddess and the woman now.
"We Boys Are Subservient!"
Read also:
- My Close Friend, a Female, Fondled Me
- A Stepmother's Varied Testimony: Volume 3
- Listening to Their Groans: The Complete Narrative
- Slim, Youthful, and Well-Endowed in Part 2
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