FROM KINKY TO SLAVE CHAPTER 14: THE JOURNEY

As a minor, I hadn't had the privilege of traveling much when I still had "freedom" to do as I pleased. I only went on trips to visit relatives with my family during vacations, until one day, without warning, while I was cleaning the house, the master arrived and said:

"Leave that and help me prepare our things, we're leaving on a trip immediately."

"Where are we going?" I asked, which earned me a slap in the face.

"I haven't given you permission to ask questions. I've given you an order."

"Yes, master, sorry," I replied.

I went up the stairs behind him to help with everything he told me to do, until it was time to pack my bag.

"Master, what should I bring?" I asked.

The master provided me with a blue athletic short, a white t-shirt, and a pair of worn-out sneakers that fit me. At that moment, something unexpected happened. The master was shirtless, slightly sweaty from the temperature, and was taking things from a high shelf. My face was at the height of his armpit, and I was smelling the master's sweat. I realized that I liked this smell. Suddenly, the master stopped and looked at me in a way that only he knows how. He realized that I was smelling his armpit. He didn't say anything, but I perfectly understood what he was saying with his gaze. Like a "robot," I moved closer to his armpit and started licking it, which gave me an erection. I licked it carefully, and when I saw the master's nipple, I dared to lick it too. I noticed that it was getting erect, and I started sucking the master's nipple.

"You seem like a calf suckling... Ha ha ha... I liked the detail. And I see that non-verbal communication is starting to work with you."

It's true that the master didn't give me any formal orders, at least not with his mouth. He did it with his gaze. I perfectly understood what I had to do. And that's what I did.

"Don't I wear underwear, master?" I asked.

"With the short pants to cover yourself, you have enough."

"Yes, master."

I observed how the master also packed a gray short-sleeved tracksuit. My luggage was light, barely a small suitcase with everything I would need for the trip. We loaded everything, and I went to sit in the passenger seat when the master grabbed me by the neck.

"Where do you think you're going, dog?"

"To sit down, sir."

"Who told you that you should sit in the passenger seat when you've seen a dog go next to its master?"

"Nowhere, master, sorry, it was the excitement of the trip."

He made me get into the van, and although he didn't make me go on all fours due to the duration of the trip, he did handcuff me to a handle on the side. At least I could be somewhat comfortable.

I had never thought about taking a trip naked and handcuffed; it was my first time, and although it was strange, I didn't dislike it. We stopped to eat something, and when the master untied me,...