From Kinky to Slave Chapter 20: Torture

This morning the Master had gotten up strange. I don't know what was wrong with him. Sometimes I understand everything, but today is one of those days that I don't understand anything. The Master had taught me something when this happened: Don't think. I'm lucky that He decides. Besides, thinking almost always results in something negative. When I think, I mess up. So I decided to stop thinking. Whatever comes, comes. Obey, Satisfy the Master. Keep a low profile.

The Master had a strange look. Damn, I told myself, I've decided not to think. I looked down. Don't hold the Master's gaze. Holding the Master's gaze is something I only do when I'm expecting a non-verbal response from him. For example, when I'm giving him head. I always look for his gaze because it usually tells me I'm doing it right. But not today. Don't look, don't think.

"Esteban?" he said.

"Yes, Master," I replied, looking at the floor.

"Today I find you strange. Is something wrong?" he asked.

"No, Master, everything is in order," I said.

"Come closer. Kneel down." I obeyed, looking at the Master's package. I was thinking that today was blow job day. I was sniffing to see if I could smell his cock, but I remembered he had just showered. What a shame. I love sucking him off at the end of the day. I like the intimate smell of my Master.

After a couple of minutes in this position, I started to wonder what was going to happen. I raised my gaze, and BAM, a slap to the cheek.

"Don't defy me, Esteban, I'm not in the mood today," he said.

"I didn't mean to defy you, Master," I started to say, but he didn't let me finish. Another slap.

"Sorry, Master," I said.

"That's the right attitude, Esteban. Get up," he said.

I got up, standing at attention, looking at the floor. The Master hugged me, and I returned the hug. I love the Master's hugs.

"I'm going out for a moment. Clean my room," he said.

The Master left the house.

Suddenly, I heard the ringtone of a cell phone. Damn, it was my phone. The sound was coming from the Master's bedside table. This morning I got caught playing with the phone, and he confiscated it. I approached the table to see who was calling. On the screen, I could see "Gorras" (a friend's nickname). I wasn't going to answer it, I couldn't. For the first time in a long time since I've been the Master's slave, I felt the need to break the rules. To talk to my friend again. Damn... I want to, but I don't want to. The phone stopped ringing. Better, I thought. But it rang again. Gorras again. I didn't think twice and answered the phone.

"Hello? Gorras, dude, what's up?" I said.

"Finally, you answer the phone. Where have you been? I went to your house the other day, and your father told me you didn't live there anymore and didn't know anything else about you," he said.

"Did he tell you that?" I asked.

"Yes, dude,...