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The New Boy I walk my clean floors and feel his presence. Gleaming is such a cliché and is it just because of him, or are they cleaner than ever? It’s a sweet feeling. We first met at Starbucks and then he came over to further negotiate the arrangement. Photos sans face could be posted of our encounters. After outlining limits he said, “I do want you to mold me. Use me.” Once again, maybe a cliché. Use him. How could I say no to the generous offer? And this is something I look for in men. I get a lot of online interest, but few who show up. “Mold me,” he said, not wrote, not one online, face-to-face. In earnest, with the only prompting being, “what are you looking for? I do believe the context of, “You can do anything you want to me,” is one of, “I believe what you want, won’t go… too… far.” We agreed on safe signals and I assured him he could use them any time. More and more, I wonder if someone who surrenders, really means it, or are they just figuring they have to if they are going to serve me? We talked about gear and the one I find is especially good for scrubbing floors is the humbler. I showed him what that was. In a few days he wrote back, “Package with humbler and cock and ball harness ordered and to be delivered to Sir’s address.” After our second meeting he began referring to me as Sir, and himself as slave, in person and when writing. The day he was to come for a scene, to serve, I looked one more time and the package hadn’t arrived. I wrote his name on a bag and selected rope and cock rings that would now be used only on him to bind cock and balls. Next to the were placed leather restraints, collar and brass padlocks. The doorbell rang. 5 minutes early. I made him wait. Opening the door, beside him I saw a package. The humbler and stretcher from Extreme Restraints arrived. On time. Later we commented on how things work out, how sometimes, they are just meant to be. We have our ritual which includes locking the restraints on his ankles and locking the collar. He shudders during it, his pupils often dialate. “On… all… fours.” He complied. Opening the package, laying out the parts, unscrewed the wing nuts, placing the components of the humbler on a towel. Then I opened the leather harness, a ball stretcher. Eyeballing the two contraptions, I estimated that they would both work well together. The leather stetcher her would be a constant pull, the humbler would increase the tension in certain positions and as he crawled. Walking to the front of him, I put on nitril gloves. His breathing changes when I do that. Then I went back, stretched his balls a bit and applied the leather harness. I already had the bucket filled, dust pan and hand brush on the floor, and had him crawl to it. I dropped a pile of neatly folded rags on the floor. “Move these,” pointing to some bottled water and drinks on the floor, “and begin cleaning here.” I needed to explain just a bit, because he looks for instructions. After a while I explained what he would learn to do on his own, and what he may have to ask about. He worked mostly methodically and smoothly, and his noises, reactions from the humbler, increased as time went on. He was learning to DELIBERATELY make it more painful by exaggerating some movement. Torturing himself. After a while he began to bark commands and comments to himself, to work through it? “Do it right!” “Server Master!” “Eyes straight do it right! “ “Balls stretch, balls stretch, baaalls streeetch….” “slave… can…. Do…. This.” “Clean the sink,” he was at the powder room and almost finished with the task. He would have to sit up for this and I needed to pay attention. His balls would be severely stretched. The sound didn’t seem human and it was as if there were two voices in there. The video captured this. He finished the sink Then the toilet and floor. “STAY!” After a few minutes reading the paper, I went through the rooms, and the floors were as clean as they ever have been. During the day and next, as various members of our household walked on the floors, I heard positive comments. He got everything, right to the edges, to the corners, metal thresholds perfect, shining. I removed the humbler and put it on the towel in front of him. “Kneel and Bow,” I commanded and he put his forehead to the floor, hands flat on the floor. He sighed and let out an ,”ahhhhhh,” as I put my foot on the small of his back.” “Mine.” “On ALL Fours.” “Assemble it.” “When finished, crawl to me.” I sat on the couch, and he crawled to me with the humbler in his mouth. “Good boy.” I gestured for him to sit by my side. He put his head on my shoulder and I held him and scratched his scalp, “Let your mind do what it is going to do, let your body do what it is going to do, you can just let go, well done slave, well done.” It was near time for him to get to work, I straightened out his hair and sent him to get dressed. “Go now.” “Thank you Sir.” After the second time he came to clean, I gave him a notepad and pen and told him to write about the experience, it could just be stream of consciousness. Two days later I heard the door open and he stopped by, dropped off the writing and left. Mostly it was factual details. A record of what happened. And it ended, “…slave longs for more, needs more, will do anything for more. thank you Sir. slave    |
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Thank you foXXX_trapD. I am very fortunate.
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