In the same way I ached for the erotic touch of men when I denied my sexuality, I am aching now. I am aching to have a "boy". Not a boyfriend, not a romantic or sexual partner, but someone who will serve me. Not slave, not paid servant -- a boy. Even if it's a girl.
I'll be keeping my eyes open, but until then, I'll channel the internal dialogues I've been having into something useful: Bringing Up Boy.
Part One:
Scix:
Boy, if you are reading this, you actually showed up. Today will be the first in a brand-new era for you -- for both of us. If you are on time, you've got about an hour to read and digest this before I return home from work, when you will stand by my desk for inspection and instructions. Parade Rest, and you'd best be clean and wearing the clothes I instructed you to be wearing. Your bag will be near your right foot.
One thing that will make your stay a little odd is that, as you've no doubt noted, there is no dungeon. There is no play room. There is an apartment with seven adults, most of whom are not in the scene. They have instructions concerning you, but there's very little for you to know about them: Do as they ask if it does not interfere with my orders. If you must say no, do it respectfully. The big hairy bald guy is "Sir". The buxom redhead is "Sir". The sweet-faced couple, the skinny twink, the somewhat anti-social geek -- they are all to be addressed as "Sir". Your name is Boy. This may change at some point in the future, but it will do so at my order. I am Scix. That is both name and title, and you will use it as such.
For now, I'm giving you standing orders in writing, and the computer is the best way for me to do so. You will have access to my machine while I'm not using it, and while I'm away you'll check for new orders every hour, unless this would cause you to disobey another standing order. I have set you up with a LiveJournal account that only you and I can see, and you are under orders to write in it daily, your thoughts, feelings, dreams, fantasies -- leave nothing out. For now, at least, I will have access to this journal, but I may allow you some privacy later, if I see fit. I will also use this journal to communicate standing orders, comments on your entries, and new orders, as I can post from work.
If you have time after reading this, make your first post while waiting for me to arrive. Discuss your feelings, hopes, fears, and theories about what each of us may be getting from this arrangement.
When I arrive, there'll be the inspection of your person and belongings, I'll show you where to store things, and we'll spend the rest of the evening talking and discussing your contract. After you sign it (and after we've made any alterations based on our conversation), I'll give you free time to explore the house before bed. As you know, the contract is not legally binding, but within the community I'll be introducing you to, it is.
At bed time I'll show you what sleeping arrangements there are for you (I actually haven't definitively decided yet), and I urge you to get to sleep as soon as you can, it'll be a hard day tomorrow.
At your right elbow is a watch, I want you to put it on (right hand, of course). This is both my mark of ownership and a tool for you. You'll get a collar when you earn one. The watch only comes off when bathing, or when I instruct you. It's got a vibrating alarm, and it's set for seven in the morning. Once you get the hang of your morning duties, you'll be able to set it for later, but I need you to learn well, so I'm giving you extra time the first day.
The alarm will go off and you'll get up. At no point in the day (except as ordered) will you be wearing anything but the watch, so you'll have to spend no time getting dressed. Bathe and take care of your morning grooming, boot up my computer, start a pot of coffee, and pre-set breakfast. At 8:30, come wake me up.
I have some specific instructions on how to awaken me. They will change as I get bored with routine after a while. First and foremost: Be prompt. Your watch has a second hand. You will enter the room to awaken me at the STROKE of 8:30. You will awaken me by brushing my lips with the head of your erect cock.
Yep, you read correctly. I will start my day sucking on my Boy's cock. This is for my benefit, mind you -- I've mentioned my oral fetish? While I do this you'll give me an expert hand job (I'll train you on this), and when I'm done you'll clean me off with a warm washcloth you will have ready. It's up to you how to arrange this. You are not allowed an orgasm unless I say so.
For now, you'll wear a condom. Later, after a period of quarantine and testing, we'll do without the barriers, provided we both come up negative.
Until you've learned to shave me, I'll take care of that and teethbrushing myself, but you'll join me in the shower and scrub me down. A warmed towel and my day's clothing will await me after the shower. Until you know my wardrobe and taste better, I'll instruct you what clothing to lay out before I go to sleep. I'll then read my e-mail and news and whatnot, and you'll dry off and get to making breakfast. Serve it to me at my computer and then feed yourself. You'll eat kneeling on the floor beside me. It will behoove you to keep the floors clean.
At 10:30 you will fetch my bag and coat, or cloak if I so instruct, and I'll go off to work. While I'm gone you'll do any chores or tasks ordered (this week it is our task to clean the living room, for example), asking for help from the others once they're awake. They tend to sleep late, so keep it down until everyone's up.
You are not to masturbate or engage in any sexual encounter unless ordered to do so by me. You will not answer the phone or door until I say you're ready, and you will not communicate with your family or people outside except in emergencies. You will maintain a high level of fitness, and unless ordered otherwise, each day I'm at work you will spend a minimum of an hour doing stretches and calisthenics in the yard (you'll wear your jock and sweatpants for that). You will maintain good hygiene, keeping shaved areas shaved and grooming yourself as needed. There is a bin marked "Boy" in the bathroom, everything you should need will be in there. If there's anything in there you don't know how to use, ask.
If it's our turn to cook, you'll prep anything needed for the task, and I'll cook when I get home. Everyone in the house has chores, and you're not to do any but your own. And mine, when I tell you to. I may call and tell you to meet me at work. One day, you'll come to work with me. My co-workers will understand who you are. But that's not really any time soon.
That's it. You've already got some orders to fulfill. I shall arrive shortly -- be ready.
--Scix
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