With that decided, I kissed his head andnudged him toward the bathroom. “If you want privacy, take it now.”
He was awake enough to giggle at theimplications and nodded as he pulled away. “Thank you, Master.”
“You’re welcome. There are toothbrushes inthe top drawer of the sink.” I couldn’t think of anything else he’d need forthe time being.
As he went into the bathroom and closed thedoor, I looked at the bed and tried to decide how I wanted to handle things. Makingsure he felt owned and wanted was my primary goal. However, figuring out thebest way to accomplish that wasn’t always easy.
“That might work.” Heading over to thecloset, I picked out a soft, lined cuff that would fit around Asa’s ankle and dugthrough the few odds and ends I had aside from the new things I’d ordered forAsa. I’d never been one to randomly bring home guys, so I only had a fewthings, but the leash would be perfect.
It’d actually been something of a gag giftthat I’d changed my mind about giving, so it’d never been used. It still wasn’ta toy I could see using on Asa in a regular scene, but as a punishment for awhiny brat, it could be interesting.
I had the leash looped around the end ofthe bed with the cuff attached and slid up neatly under the sheets by the timeAsa came out of the bathroom. He looked more awake, but his brain was stillhalf-asleep because it took him entirely too long to notice the restraint.
“Come here. This is going to be your sideof the bed.” If he had any worries about the cuff, I didn’t see it on his face.I just got a sleepy smile and a content look as he crawled in bed. “Good boy.”
Wrapping the cuff around his right ankle, Imade sure it wasn’t cutting off his circulation. Without a lock it was more ofa mental restraint than a physical one, but the way he relaxed into the bed andgave the leash a gentle tug before settling in completely made his feelingsclear. “Thank you, Master.”
Giving him a kiss, I smiled and covered himwith the sheet on the bed. “Close your eyes. I’ll be right back. I’m going toget a quick shower.”
I could see him trying to force himself tostay awake, so I chuckled. “You won’t last five minutes. That’s fine. But therule is that if you need to get up in the middle of the night for anything, youneed to wake me. I will be the one to release you. Is that clear?”
Asa gave me a faint nod that he probablythought was firmer than it really was. “Yes, Master.”
“If you’re ready to get up before me, youneed to wake me up before you get out of bed.” I gave his still half-hard dicka pat. “Even if it’s just to piss. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master.” The fact that he didn’t evenseem embarrassed showed how little his brain was working.
With his exhaustion coming through in everyword, I kissed his head again. “Close your eyes and I’ll be right back.”
He obeyed, but before I could step awayfrom the bed, his hand reached out and stroked my arm. “Master?”
The sleepy word was quiet and made it clearhow close he was to sleep. “Yes, baby?”
That got me a faint smile before his facerelaxed again. “I did a good job? Cleaning and dinner and…there’s somethingelse…but yes…everything?”
Sitting down beside him on the bed, Istroked his head. “You did a wonderful job.”
Sensing his need to unload his thoughts ashe drifted off, I kept up the gentle touch. “What did you think about being mycockwarmer?”
The sweet sigh that escaped gave me hisanswer, but the words came eventually. “That’s the word. It made me feelwonderfully drifty. And peaceful. Special. Is that weird?”
Kissing his head again, I gently caressedhis forehead in a slow rhythmic pattern back and forth. I had a vague memory ofsomeone stroking my head the same way before I’d gone into foster care.
“No, I think it makes perfect sense. I’mglad you liked it because I loved having you at my feet like that.” Continuingthe gentle touch, I kept going. “You looked relaxed and peaceful, and I keptthinking how perfect it was to end the day with you like that.”
I got another ghost of a smile and hisfingers twitched on my arm like he thought he was petting me. “And the sucking?It wasn’t like a…a regular thing…”
“A regular blow job?” I had to smile.
When he nodded, I kissed his head again.“That was slow and perfect for how relaxed we both were. You did a very goodjob as a cockwarmer and as my slave.”
That had some of the last of his strengthfading as pleasure seemed to flood through him. “I was a good slave?”
“Oh yes.” Continuing the caress that seemedto be easing him to sleep, I decided to see what he would say when he was righton the edge of unconsciousness. “What did you think about being my slave? Doyou like being my slave boy?”
That got me a faint nod but words wereslower to come. “Yes…dream and so long…just right…”
The words came in stops and starts,randomly dropped like he’d kept the rest of the sentences in his head.“Good…Master…”
