I got off the ground and onto all fours and walked behind Jeff. He walked around looking into the kitchen, downstairs bathroom, and garage. I was afraid to say anything, I could still feel the burning on my face from his slaps and wanted to avoid more.
He walked back into the living room and headed for the sliding glass door that led to my backyard. I held my breath, hoping he wasn't going to go outside since he was only wearing a shirt. He just peeked through the curtains.
"Don't worry, Chuckie. I am not going to embarrass you in front of your neighbors. At least not for now. Good job not speaking, you are getting the hang of this. Almost like it was your destiny. Let's go upstairs, and to show you how good a Master I am I will let you walk up the steps. This time," he chuckled.
I followed him up the steps, making sure to keep my eyes down. At the top of the steps, he stopped and was just looking at me. It took me a second to figure out what he wanted, then got back on my knees.
He walked into the first room he came to, the guest bedroom. It just had a small twin bed, a nightstand, and lamp, and a dresser. It rarely got used, my kids still had rooms in the house, and I rarely had guests.
"What's this Chuckie, the guest room?"
"Yes, Sir"
"Not anymore," he said and walked out.
The next room was the upstairs bathroom. It also got little use, mainly when my kids were visiting. There were some of the toiletries they tended to leave behind neatly kept in the vanity and sink.
The next two doors were my kid's rooms. This was the house they had grown up in and when their mother and I divorced, and she bought her own place their rooms just stayed where they were for weekends and summers when they stayed with me. After they moved out, I just kept their rooms for them. Charlie had cleaned out most of his childhood stuff, all his posters, comics, and random teenage crap stored in boxes in the garage. Chelsi refused to redecorate her room. She insisted that the whole point of still having a room at her dad's was to be able to go back when she needed to feel like daddy's little girl. I happily obliged both of their wishes and respected their privacy by keeping the doors closed. The cleaning service I had come by every two weeks would occasionally ask if they should clean the rooms and if enough time had passed, or if Chelsi had visited because she was a bit of a slob, I would have them dust, vacuum, etc.
A knot formed at the pit of my stomach thinking about Jeff going into their rooms. I didn't want him invading their space.
"What are these two rooms with the closed doors Chuckie?"
"Those are my kids' rooms, Sir" I answered while looking down to the floor.
"Wait, aren't your kids grown?"
"They are, Sir. I just kept their rooms for when they come by if they stay late or something. I rarely if ever go in there, Sir" I added the last bit hoping he would get the hint and not go in.
I was able to breathe again when he walked past their rooms and into my bedroom.
"Damn Chuckie, this is one hell of a bedroom. Check out this master bath! That executive money you make sure comes in handy"
"Stay!" he said sharply, pointing to a spot on the floor by my bed.
I had to fight back the urge to just get up and punch him in the face, treating me like a dog in my own house!
He closed the door to the bathroom, and I waited on my knees. I closed my eyes for a second trying to catch my breath and calm myself down. My knees felt like they were on fire, my face burned where he had slapped it, my throat felt raw from his cock slamming into it so hard and I could feel his cum drying on my face. Yet, my cock was harder than it had been in a long time.
I heard the toilet flush and water run and he came out of the bathroom. He looked around the room, opening every drawer in my nightstand and dressers and looking through my closet.
When his inspection was over, he sat on my bed. He pointed to a spot in front of him and I crawled over.
"Ok Chuckie let's talk about your new reality."
" As I am sure you have figured out, I am a very dominant man. I don't mean just in the bedroom, I am a lifestyle Dom. It is at the core of who I am. I know at work I seem like your typical IT guy and mostly blend into the background, but outside of work, I am a Dom. My wife Anya, you met her at company events I am sure, she is submissive to me. I have a few other submissives as well, some that I know you have met. We are very discreet, you will never guess who else at work is already submitting to me."
"And now, you are mine. You know that with the information I have about you, the porn, the internet history, and now pictures and video I can end your career in a matter of minutes, don't you?"
I nodded my head yes.
SLAP!
His hand moved so fast I again it took me by surprise when he slapped my face. This time I managed to stay on my knees.
"I think you mean yes, Sir?"
"Yes, Sir. Sorry Sir"
"You need to learn proper respect and going forward you're going to get more than a slap to the face for failing to be respectful."
"Like I was saying, I own you. Your life and your body belong to me. That is the level of submission I demand from my submissives. I won't say this again, but to be clear if you try to stop me from exerting my dominance over you, everything I have will be in Mr. Klein's inbox in less than 5 minutes and posted everywhere on the internet within the hour."
"Chuckie, I've seen the porn you watch, the stories you read. You're a submissive at heart. This arrangement might be the best thing that ever happened to you"
Immediately images popped into my head of all the porn I had watched of men being used by women or other men. All the erotica I had gotten off to over the last few years of men being humiliated and abused. Still, after all that jerking off to that porn, I just thought of it as a kink, a sexual fantasy. I never thought of myself as a submissive.
"Here are your rules for now. There will be more, but I am going to start you slowly"
"First, unless we are at work, you are to call me Sir or Master. Every sentence or question will end in Sir or Master. At work, it can stay Jeff. Outside of work, you are not to speak unless spoken to but if I ask you a question, I expect a prompt answer."
"Second, you will never make eye contact with me, or anyone else you meet as a Dom. Eye contact is a sign of dominance, and I will not tolerate it from my subs. This applies to work as well. I know at work you might have to be more discreet, but I still expect to never find you looking me directly in the face"
"Third, you will have copies of your keys made and text me the code to your alarm. I should not have to wait for you to let me in whenever I come by to check on my property. And Chuckie, you are my property now. I expect you to have the keys delivered to me tomorrow."
"How often do your kids come over?"
