{ #4 } The Darker Side Of The Moon (MxM || 18+)

Chapter 7 - Training Into Slavery

The Darker Side Of The Moon
Book 4 of the Black Moon series
Chapter 7: Training Into Slavery

Friday 3 April 2014

"Come on, Kitten; wake up, it's time!"

This sugary voice makes me sick. Every fucking morning of the last seven days, it has made me sick to hear those same words with this damn voice that pulls me out of my sleep. I just hate it. I hate him period! But if I do hate him, then I have no words for what is awaiting me for the next hours and until I go back to sleep again tonight. Hate doesn't even begin to cover what he does to me and what he makes me do.

However, I don't have much of a choice because such is my fate. Well, this is not only a question of fate; more of a fact that I have no other option than to toe the line. So I just brace myself. I motivate those little fingers in my head to wake up and work harder. I command them to quickly assemble those bricks and to build up this wall faster. The sooner they're done with it, the better for me. It will allow me to fall into oblivion and abandon myself in my plight. Suffer in silence. Accept.

For one more second, I keep my eyes closed and try to suppress the awareness of what is to come. It's only my eighth day here dealing only with that fairy, but I know full well what my day will be like. I'm sure this is only going to be a repeat of the last six days. In such a short time – which yet feels like an eternity to me – he has already established a well-oiled routine.

He is going to take me to the restrooms, then back to my room for breakfast. He will take me to the shower, make me clean up and shave if necessary; train me to submissive positions that I already know by heart; lead me to a punishment bench to tease me with rimming, in hope to arouse me – which won't work of course; make me blow him; feed me lunch; tie me up in the torture room and leave me there all alone for the rest of the afternoon; feed me dinner; clean up again; and tuck me in bed where he will caress me for a while before he wishes me a good night.

This has been my program for the last few days and he hasn't breached once at all. Why would it change today? To say I hate it would be an understatement. However, it seems like Andrei has briefed him on how to subdue me. I obviously tried to fight on the first day, but the two gorillas were not far, and they quickly ran to help him. That Fabio may be only half in size and muscles compared to Andrei, but trust me he knows how to use his strength while manipulating a cat o'nine! He definitely made sure I would learn this lesson well and since then, I have obediently complied with all of his requests.

I have never been a masochist and I don't deal very well with physical pain. Of course, like any Submissive evolving in the BDSM lifestyle, I hold a little part of masochism. I love it in reasonable intensity. I even find it extremely arousing when it's consensual. I've always loved to feel Gary's hands slapping my backside; even the paddle. But like I said, it was consensual. Undergoing this in the current situation is a totally different story. So, somehow, it was bound to make me comply and obey.

"Come on, Kitten. Don't make me repeat myself twice," he says as he detaches my restraints from the chain tied to the metallic headboard of the bed. "Good morning, adorable Kitten!" he cheers when I finally move to kneel on the mattress, in the full display position he wants to see me in when I wake up; knees spread wide apart; fingers laced behind my back; head lowered.

"Good morning, Sir," I reply, my voice barely audible.

"Good Kitten!" he cheers and here comes the first ritual of the morning. He leans down to kiss me – obviously not bothered by my potential morning breath. His hands feel me up and down, teasing my nipples and caressing my back. He then runs a hand down my chest to my privates, cupping and massaging my balls. "Time to go to the restrooms, Kitten!"