1. Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle--Part 2


    Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Oral Sex, Romance, Slavery, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 90.3, Source: sexstories.com

    quietly for several minutes as he explained how his morning had gone. He was surprisingly upbeat and showed me the slip of paper, my written instructions neatly in line after line--each one extending my control over my slave from the second he awoke until the second I allowed him to sleep. Everything for the day was on that scrap—wake up, drink my urine, shower and dry me, fried egg sandwiches with bacon for breakfast, 7:30-7:40-clean up the dishes and griddle, attend class, walk to the next. On and on the list went covering ever single second of Henry’s life. Henry had checked each completed task as it was done. On one line I saw a correction; he’d arrived at the library a minute late. Why? Okay, professor kept the class late to finish a point. Tomorrow there would be another list. There’d be one for every day of his life. I debated whether to save them. I kept Henry busy for two reasons—to improve his study habits and to increase his submission to me. The completion of every task drove him deeper and deeper into submission. With each his will disintegrated just a little bit more until it was supplanted by mine. Already he had improved so much that I was able to piss into his mouth anywhere in the apartment without spilling a drop. The two days of classes passed in a whirlwind. Tuesday evening I set aside the clothes Henry would pack for both of us. I really was appalled at Henry’s clothes. They were mostly worn and threadbare and, based on his conversation with his mother I ...
    doubted that she’d be interested in improving it. I had taken control—it would be just another responsibility. We were up early and out the door by eight. Traveling through rural Pennsylvania was a breeze—mostly back roads until we pulled onto I-80 eastbound. I drove for almost ninety minutes before pulling off for a pit stop. I chuckled at the thought of Henry having to sit to take a leak. His cock cage was in place and would be for a month--at least--until his training was completed. He’d made excellent progress, but I hadn’t pushed him at all yet. I’d hold back a bit until after Christmas when we’d have two full weeks together with no academic interruptions. I knew there would be a big bottleneck when we reached the George Washington Bridge. There was always a ton of traffic there even though there were two levels—six lanes—between New Jersey and New York. We had to get through the city well before rush hour, thus the need for the early start. Traffic slowed to a crawl about a mile before the bridge. We hit it at 11:00 and were across into the Bronx by 11:30. Henry had driven through most of New Jersey, but I was driving now. I doubted that he had much experience in the heavy traffic New York City presented. The Cross Bronx Expressway could be a bear, but today traffic was only moderate, even as we approached the Throgs Neck Bridge. I hit the ramp from the Northern Parkway to Great Neck a few minutes before 1:00 and we were in the driveway twenty-five minutes later. Henry ...
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