A boys sex training Part 2

I shoo’d Scott out through the door the next morning around 11 am, I handed him a gift: a personal digital mobile phone with built in GPS I had picked up at a local mobile phone dealer. I had picked up several, given one to Little Jacqueline and stashed the rest in my personal safe.

“Keep this with you at all times, while you belong to me you need to be available to me and at my beck and call.” I said this as a deep whisper, directly into his ear.

“Yesss..ss…..” he stammered and pretended to be overly interested in the mechanics of the phone. I make certain not to mention the special global positioning feature of this particular model.

“Avoiding me?” I firmly grasped his chin and made him look into my eyes.

When I caught his gaze he let out the cutest little whimper. This made me laugh, I kissed him hard on the lips, turned him around and swatted his ass through the door with my right hand making sure to leave a warm sting for him.

“Now go home to Mommy, I will come and get you when I need you.”

“Ok, but…well uh can I have some notice before…..” he began to stutter even worse. I grabbed his family’s still hardened jewels right there in the open doorway of my room and reminded him that speaking such a way can get a man hurt. Badly.

I made him get on his hands and knees and kiss my feet before shutting the door behind him. I had been pleased with his performance sexually. He seemed to be naturally sexual and most definitely eager to please.

He was also a very good kisser, something I find very stimulating. I love to make out with pretty boys, it’s one of my few vices. I had never actually fucked one before tonight though, and I found myself wondering why I had denied myself this carnal pleasure before.

As I packed my things and prepared to leave I found myself singing, apparently kinky sex appeals to my moral. Good, this is healthy. My life is unique in a destructive kind of way, knowing something that feels so good is also psychologically healthy pleases me.

I got into my wheels and hopped on the interstate back home, taking time to put Faith No More into the CD player.

A few hours later…….

I threw my bedroom doors open and started stripping completely nude. I kept walking while wriggling out of my clothes and headed straight for my master bath. I turned the hot water on all the way and started filling the huge jacuzzi style tub.

Now completely nude, I closed my bedroom doors and turned my stereo system on. A mixed cd of some arsty fartsy Sade kind of stuff, I get zen now and then when I want to relax.

I fiddled with the water knobs some more and found a “mildly too hot – but just hot enough” temperature. Reaching across the tub, I selected a strawberry and vanilla scented bath oil and added a little to my steaming bath water.

After lighting seven or eight candles, I turned the lights off and slid into the hot water. It felt wonderful, my body felt tingly and alive…….

Some time later Little Jacqueline, my head slave, turned the lights on and awakened me from my light doze. Lil’ Jaqi is a tall man, heavily feminized.

“Goddess, are you ok?? You have been in here forever and I was starting to worry!”.

I grabbed my soaking wet heavy terry cloth washcloth from under the water and whipped it at him, in my very best Donatella Versace impression I bellowed,” Get out, you ass burglar!”

My wash cloth hit it’s intended target and splat right in the center of his face. He shrieked like a damned banshee and ran from the bathroom like some over dramatic 50’s movie Starlette.

“Shut the fucking light back off or I will pull out great chunks of your nostril hair with rusty needle nose pliers……” I loudly snarled as he exited. Stopping dead in his tracks, I saw his knuckly sissy paw sneak around the corner, and after clumsily fumbling for a few seconds successfully flipped the switch into “Off” position. Then I heard the clickity-click of him hurriedly skipping away again in his freakishly huge platform fuck-me heels.

I closed my eyes and giggled to myself, as much as Little Jacqueline annoyed me he was a fantastic personal assistant. He screwed things up on occasion but he always tells me and immediately confesses, many slaves hide their mistakes leaving me to find them later……a SERIOUS mistake as I ALWAYS find the truth.

“Honesty is rewarded, deceit of any kind is a mortal sin here,” I had explained to him during his first weeks with me as I was showing him around the Urn Room. Dozens of priceless jewel encrusted urns, each filled with the cremated remains of a servant that stole, lied, or just plain didn’t turn out right.

Initially Little Jacqueline had gazed around the lavishly decorated room as though I were showing him a pirate’s treasure. I said not a word to him, but let him wander about the room, finding his own way to the white marble plaques. One was placed in front of each urn, reading one single 6 letter word carved into the beautiful stone: SINNER.

Little Jacqueline had actually fainted and remained out cold for nearly two hours after that.

Since then he has been in a constant state of low level panic, which was the whole reason of showing him the room to begin with. He works harder to be perfect, and he pushes other slaves harder to help keep the peace and moral up.

For his efforts I allow him the great privilege of dressing in finer women’s clothing, as well as letting him be picky about which male slaves he is to sexually please.

Usually, I play Chinese Fire Drill (go ahead and bitch about PC, that’s what we call them here) and mix and match different slaves together. The ritual is to assign two male slaves together for 2 full nights and three days. At the end of the third day the slaves return alone to their private rooms for one night alone to clean up and relax.

Of course, not everyone likes the partner I choose for them……..otherwise known as The Fun Part. Arguments are not permitted but they always happen, this prompted me to install camera’s in all slaves’ quarters and gathering areas.

It is very easy for me to keep an eye on them, I can access their feeds through any of my home systems or my portable LCD units via encrypted wireless networking I had installed, the range covers my entire land plot.

All of these thought lazily swam through my head for some time as I lay in the hot steamy water. I reminded myself to peek in on Jake and Erik, two ex-sex slaves that I paired up together. Jake has a reputation for being quite a sexual predator with the other slaves and always gives me a good “show” on the surveillance cameras.

I rinsed off with the hand-held faucet and dried completely with a huge buttercup yellow terry bath sheet. I found something skimpy and silky and slipped into bed for a nap.

A few days later….

Wearing a simple pair of low hung (Levi’s faded hip huggers with a button fly and straight leg….and a flirty rip under the right rear pocket that I simply adored) jeans and a black shirt that had long sleeves but was clingy and showed my belly button, I buckled on some chunky black leather boots. “Tres cute!” I thought to myself. “The boy won’t know what to do….” I wickedly chuckled.

I grabbed my mobile phone and told it to, “Dial Scott.”, two seconds later I hear it ringing. And ringing. I let it ring for a full 25 seconds before I hung up.

A flash of hot annoyance burned my cheeks, but only briefly. “I’ll just see where he is…..”, I logged into my GPS mobile account and located the remote unit. I logged it’s exact position and wait 5 whole minutes and re-triangulate, the unit had moved 17 feet. Eureka! He actually had it with him but had the phone’s power shut off. Most likely because I had let several days pass since our encounter and he was not actually expecting me to call him back since I had waited so long to do so.

An error in judgement I would shortly be bringing to his attention.

I summoned Little Jacqueline and informed him I would be out all night tonight as well, that I had some hunting and tracking to do.

“Oh Goddess, your favorite! I know how much you love The Hunt.” he squealed and clasped his hands together under his chin. “Indeed, and when I track him down I won’t be leaving anything for the buzzards!” I laughed very loudly and danced around the room playfully tossing clothes into my overnight bag.

I triangulated his position a few more times and uplinked the data into my mobile computer. I made sure the digital modem card is connecting properly so that I can use my mobile computer to track him while I am in transit to his location.

Course plotted I remind Little Jaqueline that he’s in charge and to announce my return to be tomorrow should any of my servants inquire, and that I will most likely be bringing home a new house guest.