Collared (Chapter 13): Turning into a Faggot Whore
On Monday morning I got up early and made myself an espresso right away, because I haven’t had much sleep after the party and it wasn’t easy to wake up. I put the chastity cage back on and then had a protein smoothie for breakfast. I still had 20 minutes before Master was planning to wake up and I started to prepare his hearty breakfast. When he got out of his bedroom, he first went into the bathroom. That was my cue to set the warm food on the table for him. When that was done and he wasn’t out yet, I decided to sit down on the carpet in the living room, in the spot where I usually sat when I massaged his feet.
I’m not expected to wait for him on my knees. I’m allowed to get to my own business (as I have some of my own work to attend to). In fact, once when I waited for him like that, he asked me what I was doing on the floor, which made me feel more awkward. But sometimes, when I’ve been so thoroughly mind-fucked, especially after this very intense Folsom weekend, I just want to show my complete submission to him. At that moment, I felt more comfortable on the floor, than sitting on the sofa.
Master got out of the bathroom and sat at the table. He shot orders at his smart home appliances to read him the news and his notifications. I don’t like to use Siri and the likes, as it makes me feel like I’m bossing them around, and it’s just too weird for me as a sub. But when he does that, it seems natural. He manages us all and we all serve at his pleasure. It makes me feel just like one of the other objects he gives orders to and that we all know our place.
I greeted him, “good morning Sir.”
He replied, “good morning,” and ate his breakfast, while browsing through his phone.
When he was done, I cleaned up after him, while he got ready to go to work.
Ten minutes later, he was out of his bedroom again, dressed for work. He took back the chastity key that I left for him on the stand and ordered me to show him the cage, for him to inspect that it was properly locked, or just to enjoy the sight.
“I want you to do the laundry this morning and clean the surfaces in the kitchen,” Master said. “There’s a change of plans, as I decided to move up your hypnosis session to today. I’m not giving you much work this morning, so you can have enough time to douche. Have my lunch ready at 1 pm. Master John will be here at 1:30 pm to bottom for me and pick you up. I want you to wear your tank top that says ‘Property of Master J.E.’ and your shortest shorts.
“May I wear a pullover over on my way there, Sir? I need to be discreet about this and I don’t want to offend the Uber driver on my way back tomorrow morning, or any straight people on the street that may find it harassing.”
Master seemed to ponder this for a moment. Then he said, “Yes, you may, but if you’re just worried about the straight people, then you’ll be wearing that tank top to the gay bars tomorrow.”
I wanted to protest about his plans for my public display but nothing came out. He always gets the better of me.
“Yes Sir,” I acknowledged, defeated.
“Good. Take with you everything you need for tonight.”
“Yes Sir,” I said.