Date: Fri, 22 May 2009 09:52:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: MASTER bndmaster13 <bndmaster13@yahoo.com>
Subject: "I Had No Idea" chapter 43

?I Had No Idea? - Part 40
BY - BNDMaster13@yahoo.com

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    Yes, I know, I know, it has been way to long since I have posted
anything from Alex's journal. But it just seems sometimes that life gets
busier and busier. I also know that we have faithful readers out there that
miss hearing what is happening in our lives. So I will work harder on
posting more often. At least I will try! Summers tend to be less hectic,
however, don't count on that.

    I want to begin this entry by commenting on something that Robert
mentioned in his post regarding Matt. He said that he and I have different
ideas on the care and training of slaves. Yes, he is correct. Let me see if
I can explain. Robert believes that once the initial training period is
over a slave should be allowed to have more freedom. He is willing to treat
his slave more like a person than like a slave all the time.  I totally
disagree! To me a slave is just that, a slave, my slave. He belongs to me
body and soul. He has no rights, no choice, no say in anything I do with
him. Robert allows Matt to own clothes. And not just old clothes but new
fashionable clothes. Robert says he likes his slave to look like a kept
boy. I once again disagree. Alex and Jose own nothing. I have exactly two
sets of clothes that I allow them to wear. They each have one for
school. Simple jeans, shirt and shoes. They also have one good
outfit. Dress pants, shirts and shoes. They each have one coat and that is
it. They have no socks, no underwear, no belt, nothing. What in heavens
name does a slave need with anything else? What do I care if people notice
that they wear the exact same thing to school every single day? So what,
they belong to me and all it does is re-emphasis to them that they are my
property. Robert says that Matt belongs to him so he wants him to look
good. Matt's appearance reflects on him. I can see his point but, again in
my opinion, a slave is a slave. I would rather have people think how mean I
am if it helps drive home to my boys that they are mine. That they belong
to me and I will use them as I see fit.

    Now that I have vented, let me add, I really like Robert and he is
exactly the master Matt needed. I am not sure if my brand of slave rearing
would have worked with Matt over the long run. It works great for Alex and
Jose but Matt is a totally different person. I have found people over the
years that have an even harder way than I do and I have not always agreed
with them. As I say, each to there own, whatever works for you and your
slave.

    So now I guess it is time to turn this over to my Alex. I have debated
what to post but I think I will go back a few months and pull out this
one. It goes along well with the points on slave training that I have just
talked about. Just before Spring break I had started noticing that Alex was
getting just a little cocky. Being busy at school with the slight freedom
it gave him had, in my opinion, gone to his head. He seemed more concerned
with his school work than serving me. So I decided to take the time over
Spring break to bring him back to reality. I hope you all enjoy it:

    As the tears rolled down my cheeks I hated myself for making Master
Rick upset with me. Oh, don't get me wrong I hated just as much what he was
doing to me, but what hurt me so deeply was the fact that my bad behavior
had displeased him. Every ache of my body simply reminded me of the fact
that I was his slave and had gotten myself sidetracked from that fact. I
adjusted my sore body as best I could in the confines of the cage, I had
been locked in now for over a week. It was so small I could hardly move,
let alone find any relief for my cramped muscles and the bars on the bottom
seemed to have made permanent grooves in my body. I stared through the cage
bars at the tiny crack of light coming from under the garage door and
wished that Master Rick would come and release me. The tears continued to
stream from my eyes, because I knew it wasn't going to happen. He had told
me at the outset he would not come and let me out until the day before
school started again. Master Rick had been true to his word. In the last
week the only person I had seen was Jose. He came out 3 times a day and let
me out just long enough to stretch out my cramped muscles. Then he would
unlock and remove the enormous butt plug that was kept locked in my ass and
I would be allowed to go to the bathroom. If that was what you called
it. All he did was set a bucket on the floor that I was forced to squat
over. However, I had been ordered NOT to mess the cage so I was thankful
for the bucket three times a day. Then he would place a food dish on the
floor, I would eat the disgusting slop Master Rick was making me eat, then
he would lock me back in the cage. Of course never once were my hands
released from behind my back. God, I wanted this to be over so bad! What I
really wanted was to have never messed up so Master Rick would need to
punish me. Let me go back and start at the beginning and tell you how I got
myself in this mess.

    It all started when I had been required in one of my classes to take a
study partner. I really didn't want to do this, as I knew how hard it would
be to find the time to make it work. But as I had no choice, Master Rick
gave me permission. We would meet every night for a week at the campus
library. Master Rick gave me a curfew and I was required to be home, naked,
kneeling next to his chair before it was up. The first two nights went
fine. What was so awesome was that I was actually getting to talk to
someone! It had been so long since I had said anything to a fellow student
other than, "My Master will not allow me to talk to anyone," it felt like
heaven. Unfortunately, I guess, it went to my head just a bit. Because on
the third night I was so deep in conversation with my study partner that I
lost total track of time. When I finally looked at a clock I almost crapped
myself. It was over an hour past my curfew!

    Needless, to say I flew home as fast as I could. I ran through the door
and straight out to the playroom. Master Rick was watching TV and Jose was
kneeling at his side. I started to blurt out how sorry I was for being late
and disobeying him, but before I could his eyes hit me. The look on his
face scared me so badly. His face was just a sheet of displeasure. Then the
words came out of his mouth and I realized I had screwed up again in my
haste to get home and apologize. "How dare you slave! Not only are you late
but you have the audacity to not strip at the door! How long have you been
my slave? How long has that been one of my standing rules? Not only that,
but why are your hands free? You know the first thing you always do after
stripping is lock your hands behind your back where they belong. Get your
sorry ass back in the living room and once you are naked as a slave should
be you may return here and I might allow you to try and excuse yourself for
being late."

    Oh my God! How could I have done that? Master Rick was right I was
standing there with all my clothes on and I had failed to go immediately
get the lock and lock my hands behind me. I ran back into the living room
and stripped as fast as I could. As I folded my clothes and placed them in
the closet I prayed that Master Rick would forgive me.

    I reentered the playroom and went immediately to the toy shelves. I
locked my wrist cuffs behind my back then went and kneeled at his side. I
spread my knees apart and bowed my head like I had been trained. I sat
there staring at the floor waiting to see what would happen to me.

    Master Rick, let me sit there for quite awhile and castigate myself as
I wondered what he would do. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I
heard his stern voice, "slave, why were you late?" No emotion to it, just a
simple question.

    I quickly answered, "Master, Sir, this slave lost track of time, Sir!"
I kept my head down boring a hole in the floor between my knees with my
eyes. I wished I could have opened a whole and just fall into it, right
then and there.

    "slave, I will give you one more chance to answer me. I lost track of
time is NOT good enough! I want to know why and how you lost track of
time. When your Master gives you a direct command to be home at a given
time, just how can you, as my slave, loose track of time?"

    I proceeded to tell him the whole story. How I had been enjoying
getting to talk to someone so much that I had forgotten to watch the
clock. I wondered what he was thinking as I told him this. "slave, I can
understand how that could happen. But that does not excuse the fact that
you were late, or the fact that your dared to enter this house without
removing your clothes. There is never an excuse for failing to obey me! You
will be punished for this. I am going to have to think about just what it
will be, but you will be punished. You have made me very unhappy! You put
something you were enjoying ahead of me, your Master." Master Rick let it
drop there, leaving me wondering what my fate would be.

    Now, let me add to this, because I still had two more study days I had
to go to. The next night everything went well. I was home on time just like
I was supposed to be. However, the last night, while hurrying home, because
I stayed a little longer than I should have, I dropped by backpack. Books
and papers scattered everywhere. It took me forever to get them all picked
up. I realized that I was going to be late again. I started off running,
but despite my best efforts I was late. By the time I had gotten in the
door, stripped, put my clothes away, and gotten out to the playroom I was
15 minutes past my curfew! Oh God I knew I was dead!

    Master Rick allowed me to explain, but all he said was that there was
no excuse. I should have left earlier. He said I knew how long it took to
get home and if I hadn't been in such a hurry I would not have dropped my
backpack. He informed me that with two major screw ups in one week it would
take him some time to decide what my punishment would be. The next morning,
as I knelt over my dish eating breakfast, he informed me he had decided on
my punishment. I wanted to know what it was going to so badly. I was scared
half to death. But he told me that it was going to wait until Spring break
which was a week away. In the mean time life would go on as normal. At
least as normal as living in our house can be.

    The last day of school arrived and I was really sweating what Master
Rick had planned for me. I still had no idea what it was. I did know though
that he had purchased something and spent sometime in the garage putting it
together. When I got home that day I did everything perfectly. When Master
Rick arrived I was kneeling naked in the middle of the floor, my hands
cuffed behind me waiting for his arrival.

    He ignored me for awhile as he settled himself in. Finally he walked
out to where I was waiting, with a beer in his hand. I kept my head down
awaiting what was to come. "Alex," he began, "you know what today is. I
have held back your punishment for fucking up until now. Today begins
Spring break and you will suffer the entire time. By the time we go back to
school you will remember who and what you are. Your are My slave,
period. You have no life except serving me. What privileges I grant you are
only so that you can function as my slave. For the next nine days all
privileges of any kind will be taken away from you. It is that simple. Get
up and follow me, now!"

    Master Rick walked toward the door into the garage and I struggled up
off the floor as fast as I could to follow him. He opened the door and
motioned for me to enter. As he flipped on the light switch I saw, sitting
in the middle of the floor, a metal cage. I knew immediately that he
intended to lock me up in it. It looked so small sitting there that I
really wondered if I would even fit. I found out shortly that yes I would
fit, not comfortably, but I would fit. Master Rick pointed to the cage and
said, "That will be your home until the day before school starts. I am
going to keep you locked in there all by yourself until then. Jose will
come out three times a day and let you out just long enough to stretch your
muscles, pee or shit, and eat then he will lock you back inside. I will not
come see you, in fact once I walk out of this room you will not see me
again until I release you on that final day. I want you to realize just
what a privilege it is to have me as your Master. I want you to remember
that without me you have nothing and are nothing. Your only worth is being
my slave. I want you to long for my touch, long to hear my voice and know
that you cannot have it. I want you to learn to appreciate what I give you
and I will do that by taking everything away from you. I know this will be
hard on you Alex, but I will never have you put yourself and your desires
ahead of me again. Now let's get you ready, shall we?"

    I could tell by Master Rick's face that he was very serious. My heart
jumped. How could I ever take being locked up that long? But even more how
could I go that long without seeing the Master that I loved so much? But he
was right, I had screwed up. Maybe I had taken him for granted. Yes, he was
right! I deserved whatever he decided to give me. I had failed to obey my
Master, there was no excuse.

    I meekly followed him over to the cage. Laid out on it were several
things that I assumed I would be wearing while locked up. Master Rick
started with a large butt plug which he shoved up my ass. This he secured
in place with a harness. Next came a full mouth gag. It was shaped like a
penis with a small tube hanging out of the end. I knew from experience what
it was for. Master Rick would no doubt place a water dish near the cage. By
placing the tube in the water and sucking on the cock I would be able to
drink. It still fails to amaze me at that feeling. Having a rubber cock
wedged in your mouth and sucking hard on it and feeling water shoot out. It
feels just like the rubber cock is cumming in your mouth. Whenever Master
Rick forces me to wear it my mind centers on what a slaves' mouth is
for. For once Master Rick did not use his trusty padlocks to secure the gag
or the harness in place. Only my wrists were secured behind me with
padlocks. I realized why. If Jose was going to be taking care of me then he
wouldn't need keys to remove the gag or the harness. The only other thing I
was wearing was of course my cock cage locked on as usual.

    Master Rick opened the cage door and made me crawl inside. It was as
cramped as I thought it would be. I was forced to curl into a slight ball
for him to be able to shut the door. The bars on the bottom pressed into me
and I knew that it was going to a very miserable Spring break. But this was
what I deserved. Master Rick was right I needed to be taught my place. He
walked to the door and turned off the light switch. As he did he said,
"slave I will miss you. I hope you are happy, this hurts me as much as it
hurts you."

    His voice sounded so sad I wanted to cry. With those words ringing in
my ears Master Rick walked out of the garage closing the door behind
him. Tears immediate welled up in my eyes. I think I have cried on and off
ever since. How could I have screwed up and hurt my Master? How could I
have forced him to need to punish me this way? I felt so worthless. I had
such a wonderful Master and at that moment I didn't feel like I deserved
him.

    That brings us back to the present. I have endured this cage for a week
now. I have suffered all alone, but I have learned one valuable thing. I
have the most wonderful Master in the world! I will never take him for
granted. I lay here longing for his touch. I long for the stroke of his
hands on my body, for a kiss from his incredible lips. I long to be allowed
to suffer pain at his hands. Anything just to be near him. To know that I
am making him happy.

    I hear a sound at the door. For just a second I hope it is Master Rick,
but no, it is only Jose carrying my food dish. I want Master Rick so badly
and yet I know I have to wait until my punishment is over. I will never
allow myself to screw up so I loose the only thing that really matters to
me in this world, My beloved Master.

    Let me stop Alex there. First the cage is not that small! Alex is just
a whinny baby sometimes. It is a normal size cage. Plenty big enough to
keep a slave locked in. But then can I really say that? I wasn't the one
locked in it all that time. I still use the cage quite a bit and to be
honest Alex sort of likes the cage now. He is such a bondage pig that I
think he gets off on being that confined. I have taken to having one boy in
bed with me at night and the other locked in the cage. I wish I had bought
one a long time ago. It is a real turn on to see a slave wedged into it
just waiting for me to let him out.

    Do I feel Alex learned his lesson, YES. He actually begged me to not
send him back to school. He was so scared of messing up again. He begged me
to go back to keeping him bound 24/7. I told him no. He needed to learn how
to be my slave and function at school. To see him now is incredible. He
walks around head down not even wanting to look up at anyone. I know the
line I will hear, how can you be so cruel to Alex? You know what, it was a
lot harder on me not having Alex over Spring break that it was on him
locked in the cage. I MISSED HIM! I MISSED TORURING HIM! I MISSED HIS
INCREDIBLE HOT MOUTH AND ASS!

    As always drop a line and let me know what you think. I am always
looking for new ideas to try out on my boys. Yes, I will work harder at
posting more often, I really will. BNDMaster13@yahoo.com