Page 97 of There's a Way

I laughed. “Yeah. I’d decided on waffles with honey instead of biscuits with gravy.”

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Davy

I wasn’t sure how Master was going to manage boot camp while I was working during the week, but he made it work. It wasn’t quite as intense, basically having a nine to thirteen hour break during the day, but Will has these obedience sessions— my term for them, not his — where he has me move from exercise to exercise with him standing over me, often with a whip, cane, or modified cattle prod.

“Crunches to the center… to the left… to the right… flip over and do pushups…. left hand behind your back… two with both hands and then right hand behind your back…

It’s fast, allowing me only four to eight reps before I’m doing something else, and then suddenly, he’ll order something and make me do itforever, using a whip or cane when I slow or my form isn’t perfect. Two hours of just doing as he says, one thing after another, and I have to keep going no matter how tired I am. If I hesitate and don’t change direction immediately when he gives an order, I feel the cane, whip, cattle prod, or whatever torture device he’s using.

But I think it does what he intends — gets me used to following orders. It reminds me I do as I’m told the very second I’m told, and gets me back into the practice of doing it.

Nearly every day after work, we had a lengthy obedience session the second I walked in the door. Dinner came after, and then my two Masters often made use of me in some way to get themselves off. I was in my denial weeks, though, so there were never any orgasms for me.

Also, knowing you’ll be spanked, belted, or caned first thing every morning, is part of it. You start the day with pain, being reminded you’re the slave and you have no say so in how your body is used. It was faster on mornings I needed to go to work, but I was crying when I was fucked nearly every morning.

Five days at work, and then my weekend was boot camp without pause. I wasdoingsomething every minute, even if that something was merely standing in a corner, waiting to be told what to do next.

Saturday morning, Master belted me while I ate Sir out. It didn’t take long before I was bawling while I went down on her,and I think she really got into it, based on how many orgasms she had.

I helped them cook breakfast and then was sent to work out while they ate. My day was filled with orders and projects, including washing my Trofeo, Micca’s little SUV, and three of Master’s cars — never mind I’d washed everything the weekend before.

I still couldn’t believe Master had bought me a car. He’d put it in my name, to be clear it’s my car. He was also paying insurance on it, which was way too much, but he went allMasteron me, asking me where it said in our contract he couldn’t replace my car and pay the insurance for it. In the end, I’d thanked him for keeping me safe, since that’s why he said he wanted me in a better vehicle.

And he’d hugged me, reminded me I’m his beloved slave, and how important I am to him, and then he’d ordered me to my knees so he could fuck my face.

But that was months ago. When I hadn’t been in boot camp, following orders one after another.

That evening for dinner, I ate from a bowl on the floor, on my knees while wearing a humbler, while Master and Sir ate at the table. Later, they watched a movie in bed, and I had to go back and forth between them, worshiping Master’s cock and Sir’s pussy. At first, it was on their whim, but Master eventually set his phone to give a singledingevery five minutes, and I changed to the other every time it went off. Just licking and sucking, without trying to get them off.

When the movie ended, Master rolled over on Sir and fucked her like I wished he’d fuck me, but when they finished, Master had me take their popcorn bowl and beer bottles to the kitchen. When I returned and asked for permission to get into bed, I was sure Master would have another job for me, but he welcomed me into the bed and put me in the middle.

I’m the slave, but I’m the beloved slave. Boot camp would be over soon, I hoped, and then things could go back to normal. I’d felt forgotten while Master was so busy. It’d been selfish of me, wanting to demand more attention from him while he had so much he was trying to get done before we went on our long honeymoon. I hadn’t said a word to him about it, but I’d felt neglected. Had he picked up on it? I didn’t know for sure, but he must’ve. One thing was certain, I no longer felt as if he was too busy for me.

Boot camp right now was good for me, for all of us. I knew it, intellectually, butdamn, it was hard to get through.

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Will

I started Sunday morning’s session with a heavy wooden paddle followed by my belt, and then we had our boy go to the playroom to get a strap-on and return to us. Micca put it on him and got him in a nice comfy missionary, going to town on her, but of course there had to be more than that right?

I put nipple clamps on him, pulled the plug from his ass, and jammed my cock into it.

Usually, the guy in the middle is known as lucky Pierre, but with our boy’s cock in a cage, it was a frustrating morning for him.

While Micca and I cooked and ate breakfast, I had Davy put up a tent I’d bought a while back, especially so we can do things outside without worry of drones seeing us.

He was finishing up when we came out. This one is forty yards long and about fifteen yards wide, and tall enough to stand in.

“Bring chairs for me and Micca, and your special fetch toys.” I waited until he was nearly to the house before I added, “And the humbler.”

The fetch toys are dog toys that get cleaned between use. A ball and a bone. There’s also a silicone dildo.

We spent a good hour making him crawl back and forth, fetching different toys. With the humbler, then without a while. Micca put it back on him when she thought he might be getting bored with our game.

Later, Micca ran into the house to get the game where a long pole is attached to a butt plug, and you insert the plug and then play ring toss over the pole. She was much better at the game than me, so our boy ate her out while I played with her nipples.

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