“I don’t think you did a very good job of cleaning up the house today, Faggot. A

“I don’t think you did a very good job of cleaning up the house today, Faggot. And since I’m paying all the rent around here, you’re gonna have to make it up to me. Lick my boots, Faggot. NOW! YOU WILL OBEY ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE HERE ISN’T THAT RIGHT, FAGGOT? Good faggot. Really licking my boots is what you were made for, huh, Stupid? You look like you belong at my feet. Can you imagine calling me Master for the rest of your life? Yeah, we really do need to keep up all these changes to our relationship, Faggot. I was so tired of taking your nonsense about equality. We were never equal. Were we? Say we were never equal. Very good, Slave. You’re MINE. You’re MY FAGGOT,” Master reminded his slave and spit in Slave’s face. This was ritual even though it had been several months since his boyfriend had agreed to an unequal relationship in exchange for not paying any rent, utilities or food. He was getting a free ride but nothing in life was free, his boyfriend told him. They had fought at first. Slave had fought against the idea, even though Master knew he got off on slave/master play online and they had roleplayed. Now he wanted to take it to a new level. He would be an actual permanent authority figure in Slave’s life. Slave no longer even had a name. He was not allowed to go outside to protests and he was not allowed to support any rioting or looting. Master had kept Slave up for four days straight when he first collared him and Slave agreed to obey all commands. He waterboarded slave and raped his ass and kept him up with subliminal messaging to accept everything his new Master said as gospel truth, and not to rebel or disagree or argue with Master in any way ever again.

Master assumed things were always supposed to be this way.

“You’re much happier now, huh Faggot? You don’t ever want to say no to me ever again. I’m always right, aren’t I, Faggot?”

“Yes, Master! Master is perfect! I love you, Master! You are always right, Sir!”

“Very good. You are allowed to go bring me my whip, Stupid. I feel like adding a few lashes tonight. It’s been a few weeks. Your back is starting to look real nice and scarred up. It’s fucking awesome owning you as my thing. Go get the whip, Fuckface.”

“Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir. Thank you for whipping me, Master.”

“You’re welcome, Stupid! You’re welcome! Ahhhh, that’s it. Bend over the table there.”

WHIP! WHIP! ZING! WHIP! WHIP!  

Slave took the pain as he was supposed to. He was no longer his own person. He belonged to what had been his boyfriend. Back when he had a voice and wasn’t a mere object.

“I’m gonna get you a tattoo that says Property of Master.” Master told him.

“Thank you, Sir. I am your property to command, SIr.”

“Won’t it make you happy to get my name tattooed on your body as your Master?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You don’t miss your old life, do you, Faggot? You don’t miss saying no to me all the time and disagreeing with me?”

“No, Master! I was wrong! So wrong, Master! You are always right! I am your stupid slave, Master!”

“Yes. Yes you are. Alright, let’s clean up those new lash wounds. God, this is gonna be so awesome filling your back up. Say you love being my slave.”

“I love being your slave, Master!”

“LOUDER!”

“I LOVE BEING YOUR SLAVE, MASTER! I AM YOUR SLAVE! I LOVE BEING YOUR SLAVE, SIR!”

“Good. Now. Kiss my feet. Who am I, slave?”

“You are my bully, Master! (kiss) You are my Owner, Master! (kiss) You are my King, Master! (kiss) You are my GOD on Earth and I worship you, Master!” Slave uttered all the phrases he had been trained to. He was a true dog slave now. He thought what Master told him to. No more of his liberal fucktard crap about safe spaces or equality or black lives.

Now he just waited patiently for commands and obeyed them.

Slave was happy that Master was happy.

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