This choice: Explain it to him, slowly | Go Back Chapter 6: Breaking in your slave (ID #373566) an addition by: Past Member 'lindseyleed' More by this author “What’s your name?” you ask the boy as you look through your top dresser drawer.
“Sam.” The boy says. “You?”
“Shut up.” You say impatiently. “You can address me as mistress or God if you must speak, but I’d suggest that you not talk at all.” You find what you’re looking for in your dresser and you toss it to him. “Put this on.” You say.
“It’s a dog collar.” He says in disbelief.
“No, it’s a boy collar.” You correct him. “You will be on a leash whenever you leave this house. You will do what I tell you when I tell you. If you don’t do what I tell you, you’re shit. If you do something I don’t tell you to do, you’re shit. You will be expected to anticipate my needs. If I find that I have to spend too much time instructing you, you’re probably also going to be shit. Got it?”
“I…” he stammers.”
“Don’t.” You command fiercely. This really is your favorite part of breaking in a new slave. “You will spend most of your afternoons doing my homework and making certain that I’m both comfortable and entertained. I will ask you to lure one of your friends over here whenever I’m hungry, so I hope you have a lot of them. You will massage me wherever and however I want for as long as I want. If I want to go somewhere in the house, I will want to be carried there. You’ll find that you’ll be doing all of my work. You will make my bed, you will do my laundry, you will clean my room. Every time I shit, you will wipe my ass. If you’re good, I’ll let you use toilet paper instead of your tongue. You belong to me now. Even if you do everything perfectly, I will eventually get tired of you so you’re going to be my shit anyway. The sooner you accept that the easier the rest of your life is going to be.” You finish you list of demands. He reluctantly puts on the collar and you smirk knowing that you’ve just successfully broken in another one. You seem to be going through them quickly this month. So many boys just don’t have what it takes. You walk over to your bed, lie down and take off your shoes. You massage the now soft bulge in your pudgy stomach. He’s almost completely ready, you think. Just have to kick back and wait for the digestion to completely finish.
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