"stop kicking me!"
August 29, 2059
Having Matt sleep inverted on the bed meant he kicked Tate in the face or head a few times during sleep. In the morning, Tate ordered Matt to drill two velcro ankle shackles into the headboard where Matt's pillow would normally lie, "Do it now, get whatever you need and do it now." From now on Matt would sleep with his feet shackled to the headboard to avoid kicking. Of course, Tate accidentally kicked Matt in the face also during the night, but that's fine, Tate is the Sir.
Tate texted Marco to let him know Matt would commit to buying one of his company's forthcoming Android BDSM Sirs and to please enroll them in the beta testing program.
And then Tate listened to the employment contract Chris's attorney had negotiated with Marco's attorney. Lots of mumbo jumbo, but they'd also sent an "executive summary" that laid things out in plain English with bullet points and stuff. Bottom line, it would be enough for Tate to live comfortably on his own for three years, if that's what he wanted, and he could also save up for future college or employment training, and there would be free on-the-job training for job-related topics -- so by the end of the three years he could qualify as a certified Clone Development Aide. Tate felt he'd probably say yes, but he wanted to think it over for a couple days, so he texted the attorney that he wanted 48 hours to decide.
The beta android would arrive in about 48 hours also, he learned. There'd be training materials for setting it up, with "free" online 24*7 voice support and remote programming assistance. For now there was only one standard physical appearance for the android during the beta testing. They'd spin up other appearance options later. Not that Tate cared about appearance, but eventually he'd want Matt to choose the appearance option that looked most domineering to Matt's eyes.
What to do for 48 hours now? Mainly he wanted to hang out with Matt, snuggling, talking, listening to audio together, and spanking his ass "red" twice per day before fucking it. That ass was never going to feel normal to the touch again, heh. Maybe he should brand the right cheek with a big "T". He asked Matt whether that would go beyond his limits.
Matt thought quietly, then asked, "Sir, do you mean with a hot iron or just a tattoo?"
Tate replied, "If it matters, tell me."
More quiet thinking. Making verbal commitments and even exchanging rings is different from getting a permanent mark on the skin. Sure, he could have it undone, at a price, by seeing the right specialist. Matt asked Lisa to explain the side effects of branding the skin -- damn, doing it the professional way means 2000 degrees F -- damn.
Matt thought, if I say it's OK, I need to say so confidently. But would it be OK? Most BDSM players either assume "no permanent marks" or make sure to say so explicitly. They hadn't discussed comprehensive limits yet, but here Tate had asked him specifically.
"Sir, either way, if you decide to brand me, that is within my limits. Thank you, Sir."
Damn, thought Tate, "Good boy, but I haven't decided yet. I'll think about it."
"Yes, Sir." Whew!
"But when you next have free time, I want you to fill out a standard BDSM questionnaire from the Internet with your likes, dislikes, and limits. Be sure to tell me the difference between "dislikes" and "limits".
"Yes, Sir."
"Meanwhile, I'm going to keep your ass red, and maybe deeper shades of blue or purple, I'll keep your ass marked daily while I decide whether to mark it permanently."
"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."
Then Tate reached for a sock and stuffed it into Matt's mouth, "Let's listen to the next episode of ..."
Having Matt sleep inverted on the bed meant he kicked Tate in the face or head a few times during sleep. In the morning, Tate ordered Matt to drill two velcro ankle shackles into the headboard where Matt's pillow would normally lie, "Do it now, get whatever you need and do it now." From now on Matt would sleep with his feet shackled to the headboard to avoid kicking. Of course, Tate accidentally kicked Matt in the face also during the night, but that's fine, Tate is the Sir.
Tate texted Marco to let him know Matt would commit to buying one of his company's forthcoming Android BDSM Sirs and to please enroll them in the beta testing program.
And then Tate listened to the employment contract Chris's attorney had negotiated with Marco's attorney. Lots of mumbo jumbo, but they'd also sent an "executive summary" that laid things out in plain English with bullet points and stuff. Bottom line, it would be enough for Tate to live comfortably on his own for three years, if that's what he wanted, and he could also save up for future college or employment training, and there would be free on-the-job training for job-related topics -- so by the end of the three years he could qualify as a certified Clone Development Aide. Tate felt he'd probably say yes, but he wanted to think it over for a couple days, so he texted the attorney that he wanted 48 hours to decide.
The beta android would arrive in about 48 hours also, he learned. There'd be training materials for setting it up, with "free" online 24*7 voice support and remote programming assistance. For now there was only one standard physical appearance for the android during the beta testing. They'd spin up other appearance options later. Not that Tate cared about appearance, but eventually he'd want Matt to choose the appearance option that looked most domineering to Matt's eyes.
What to do for 48 hours now? Mainly he wanted to hang out with Matt, snuggling, talking, listening to audio together, and spanking his ass "red" twice per day before fucking it. That ass was never going to feel normal to the touch again, heh. Maybe he should brand the right cheek with a big "T". He asked Matt whether that would go beyond his limits.
Matt thought quietly, then asked, "Sir, do you mean with a hot iron or just a tattoo?"
Tate replied, "If it matters, tell me."
More quiet thinking. Making verbal commitments and even exchanging rings is different from getting a permanent mark on the skin. Sure, he could have it undone, at a price, by seeing the right specialist. Matt asked Lisa to explain the side effects of branding the skin -- damn, doing it the professional way means 2000 degrees F -- damn.
Matt thought, if I say it's OK, I need to say so confidently. But would it be OK? Most BDSM players either assume "no permanent marks" or make sure to say so explicitly. They hadn't discussed comprehensive limits yet, but here Tate had asked him specifically.
"Sir, either way, if you decide to brand me, that is within my limits. Thank you, Sir."
Damn, thought Tate, "Good boy, but I haven't decided yet. I'll think about it."
"Yes, Sir." Whew!
"But when you next have free time, I want you to fill out a standard BDSM questionnaire from the Internet with your likes, dislikes, and limits. Be sure to tell me the difference between "dislikes" and "limits".
"Yes, Sir."
"Meanwhile, I'm going to keep your ass red, and maybe deeper shades of blue or purple, I'll keep your ass marked daily while I decide whether to mark it permanently."
"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."
Then Tate reached for a sock and stuffed it into Matt's mouth, "Let's listen to the next episode of ..."