The sunshine that peeked through the windows woke me up early the next morning. Opening my eyes groggily, I rolled over to the other side of the bed, covering my semi-nude body with the bedsheets. It was cold inside my room, which was why I was provided with extra blankets in case the temperature dropped even more.
I was alone in bed. Master hadn't stayed with me that night, giving me time to let my new lifestyle sink in and to have some privacy. He had tucked me in and left the room soon after I began to yawn and get comfortable. I appreciated his thoughtfulness since I did want some privacy. I remembered the rules stating that I needed to stay with him for a few days during the week.
My eyes fluttered open. I focused on the empty room and the way the sun lit it up. It had been a while since I had seen sunlight because of the weather conditions in that location. I stretched and yawned, my hands above my head as stretched all of my muscles, my legs extended outwards. I then sat up, rubbing my eyes, and looking around.
The room felt lonely, almost as if it craved the presence of someone else. I got off the bed and opened up my closet, taking my brace off and putting it inside. My muscles ached as they did every time I took it off after wearing it for so long. After Master had left, I had quickly put it on and went to sleep with it.
I didn't want to tell Master about it. About what I had in my body that was so incorrect and hurtful. I was afraid that if he found out, he wouldn't want me because of my disability. Even the thought saddened me. It had happened before, and I knew it would happen again. I'd just keep wearing my awful brace and stand it while keeping it as a secret.
I put on fresh underwear and a white sweater to keep me warm. Before putting on sweatpants, I trudged to the bathroom, washed my face, and brushed my teeth. Completing my routine, I quickly walked back out, jumping when the door opened suddenly.
Master was wearing his usual suit and crown that glimmered and sparkled with the direct rays of light that hit it. His eyes searched my naked lower half before looking back up.
"Put some clothes on. Breakfast is ready. We're going to start your training right after, okay?" My eyes widened as I shook my head. "I-Isn't it too soon?" He raised an eyebrow, watching me as I quickly put on some black sweatpants. "No. It's the perfect time for you. Don't fret over it, I will be very lenient and gentle."
He extended his hand and grabbed mine, pulling me towards the dining room. The smell of chocolate chip pancakes had spread all over the palace. It smelled delicious. My mouth watered as I followed him into the room, a stack of fluffy pancakes on the plate. There was maple syrup and melted chocolate as an option for an exclusive taste. I went for both.
I didn't want to eat that much in case I would be ordered to take off my clothes as part of my training. I didn't want my stomach sticking out because of the amount of food I ate. I slowly chewed and cut my pancake into pieces, nervously looking at Master, who was staring at me with a curious gleam in his eyes. He didn't look away, as if challenging me to. I did, submitting and looking down to my plate, my cheeks burning.
Once I finished my food, I looked up at him in anticipation. He had noticed that I was finished, and he stood up calmly, extending his hand forward for me to take. I placed my hands in his, allowing him to pull me to my feet.
"Are you ready?" He asked, looking straight into my eyes. I could only nod, my heart beating fast in my chest. He led me away from out of the dining room. I almost tripped over my own feet when trying to catch up, my legs jelly-like and shaky.
"I-Is it going to hurt? Are you going to hurt me?" Master turned his head towards me, slowing down.
"No. I'm not going to hurt you without your full consent. And I'd never hurt you to the point where you physically and mentally cannot handle it. You have your safe word, which we'll discuss right before training begins. Okay?" He petted my hair softly as I whispered, "Yes, sir." "Good boy," he cooed, smirking at me as he pushed open the doors to a room I hadn't been in before. It was beautiful, not like The Red Room of torture from the Grey movies. It was a black and white room, mostly consisting of black. The small details of white furniture made the room look harmless at first glance.
The more I observed the room, I noticed terrifying aspects of it, such as the whips and floggers hanging on the wall, canes, and other scary-looking objects that I didn't know the functions of. There was a large, king-sized bed in the middle of the room, the covers black and pillows white. It was a four-poster bed with two nightstands on either side of it. The walls were white, allowing me to see everything.
I looked at Romeo, who was silently staring at me, his eyes narrow and concentrated. "Would you like a tour of the room?" I nodded quietly, my hands trembling. "Are you feeling okay? Would you like some water?"
"I-I'm fine, sir, thank you." He took my hand, guiding me towards the walls. "These are my floggers, and these are the canes. I wouldn't use the canes on you since those are a hard limit of yours. However, we will be using floggers from time to time. They can be used in punishments and outside of them. I only have white, but if you have a color preference for all of the toys we will use, I'll order them for you." I thought about it.
"C-Can we have baby blue, p-please?" He paused, reaching into his pocket and pulling gout of a phone. I stared at him, never having imagined him with a phone. He spoke in French for a few minutes, the accent strong and words rolling off his tongue delicious and smoothly.
When he finished the phone call, he spoke, "I ordered one toy from every section in baby blue. However, we won't always use that color. Understood?" "Yes, sir." He walked towards a cabinet, opening it. "This is where I keep all of the rope and harnesses. For bondage. There's the thin and thick rope, and the soft and rough. I think you'll like the harness. They aren't that extreme, I'm not going to scare you with them. You'll look pretty in them."
My cheeks flushed as I looked down, trying to hide my face.
"Look, pet. I'm going to warn you about one thing. At the beginning of your training, I'm going to be less strict on you. This is your first time, and I understand that. However, as time goes by, I'll become less soft. I'm a very strict dom, and I expect you to try your best to be a good submissive."
I blinked dumbfounded. "Okay?" I asked hesitantly. He furrowed his eyebrows, making me widen my eyes at my tone. "I-I mean, y-yes, sir." "Good. Behavior like that won't do you good. I don't tolerate brattiness." He grabbed one of his ropes, pulling one out. It was crimson red, a very vibrant color.
"Would you like to try a little bondage? Just on your arms. If not, we can go straight to positions and inspection." A shiver went down my spine as I stared at the rope tangled between his long fingers. His eyes gleamed, making it evident that he wanted to try it on.
"Y-Yes, please. On clothes or under?" "Under. I want you to feel the rope on your skin." I bit my lip, allowing him to come near me. His cold fingers went underneath my sweater. I felt the coldness against my sides, shivering as he lifted off the clothing off me. I tried to stand straight up, balancing my shoulders, and ignoring the thoughts that entered my mind about my back. What if he saw the curve of my spin? What if he made me bend over and check? I let go of my bottom lip, trying to think of the feeling on his hands grazing my skin.
"Would you like it behind your back?" Romeo's deep voice snapped me out of my daze. "In front, please. I'd like to see." He hummed, liking my idea seemingly. "Put your wrists together." I obeyed, putting them close to each other, my elbows together as well. He focused on the rope, tightly yet comfortably tying them together. He used some particular way that I didn't know of. He tied the rope through my wrists as well, making them look like handcuffs.
The remainder of the rope was free: long and enough to appear as a leash. Master smirked, grabbing the edge and pulling the rope towards him, making me stumble into his chest. My hands were pressed against him, my eyes wide and glazed over.
"How does it feel?" I tried to move my wrists, surprised at home comfortable yet tight they were. I seemed the enjoy the captivity I felt. "I-It feels nice. Secure." "I'm glad. May I inspect your body now? It's for me to keep track of your health and progress. Don't worry, you can keep your underwear on."
I knew that I appeared like a deer in headlights. But I kept repeating to myself that I needed to trust Romeo. I took a deep breath and hummed. He crouched down, pulling down the black sweatpants that he had seen me get into. I was glad that I had shaved during my shower. He took off my socks lastly before standing up. He looked me up and down up a smirk.
"Lift your arms up." I did so, looking him see my stomach and torso. I looked at the ground, not wanting to see his reaction. "Turn around. Slowly." I turned around, watching him stare at me. He looked at my legs and my thighs. They were pretty long for my height and smooth. I was proud of them since they were sculpted nicely. His eyes trailed up to my small waist, stopping there for a little bit before staring at my shoulders. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and I quickly balanced them, not allowing him to see anything else.
"May I touch you? I'll be gentle and won't do anything. Just to see certain places. I won't touch your parts." "Yes, sir," I whispered. He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against, walking towards me. Romeo instantly put his cold hands on my waist, rubbing up and down gently. My body trembled in reaction, not used to being touched.
He trailed them down to my legs, feeling the smoothness. "Did you shave?" He asked, squeezing lightly. "Y-Yes, I-I like to shave. If that is o-okay."
"That's perfectly fine. Your skin is very soft." His hands put up to my back, pushing me towards his chest once again. I rested against his body, trapped inside as he felt my back. My tied wrists made me feel as if I had given up control and stress. I had to admit, it felt amazing to do that. I liked being treated gently, letting him caress my body.
Then he pulled away.
I felt cold, goosebumps appearing on my body.
"You have a beautiful body, Christopher." Shocked, I gasped. Nobody had complimented my body like that before. With a smile and flushed cheeks, I looked at him with a joyful expression. "But you are underweight, pet. Living on the streets didn't help you with that. Together, we're going to help you become healthier and maintain a balanced diet consisting of all of the nutrition you need. You're okay with gaining a bit of weight, right? This is only for your health, not for my pleasure. Please don't take it the wrong way."
I nodded, still smiling. "I'd like that. Thank you, sir." Romeo looked at my wrists, moving to untie them. The ropes dropped onto the floor. I let them.
"Good boy. You did very well today, baby."