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[ WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MORNING ]
When Jurij awoke at the next morning, it took him a moment to realize where he was.
"Well it’s about time to get up, sleepy head!" he was told by a soft, yet firm voice. As his eyes wandered to the source of the voice, he looked into the radiant face of Alessia. She was already up and dressed.
So he got up and went to the chair – getting his yesterday's cloths. He was just taking his underwear when he heard her determinant voice: "Put it back!”
Appalled he dropped the underwear and turned around. Alessia's charming smile was gone, instead she had folded her arms which gave he an even more rigorous look. Seeing his confusion she went forward, stopping right in front of him. She look him straight into the eyes, which had a quite scaring effect upon him.
“After last night some things between us are going to be a little different. As my new boyfriend I expect you to be unclothed at all times when you are alone with me! It will make you more vulnerable and always remind you that it's me who controls your body.”
What am I getting myself into, Jurij thought to himself. Listening to her speak like this was already making his cock get hard, and by now he knew better than to not fulfill her wishes without question. And after all he felt that his resistance had already been too crumpled by Alessia's beguiling beauty. When he finally nodded in acceptance, a smile returned on Alessia's face. She kissed him hard on his lips while her fingers pinched his cheek.
"Thank you!"
Slowly she grabbed his chin with her hand. The smile on her face began to get a cruel somehow, as she whispered “Jurij, I want you to look me into my eyes and tell me something!”
When she was convinced to have his full attention, she continued “Did you relieve yourself in the shower last evening while thinking of me?”
Her eyes drilled right through him. But without batting an eye, he spoke honestly, “No Commandress, I did not.”
She smirked and said: “My little mal’chik has pleased me. Thank you for your honesty, I am in hopes that I shall never have to punish you for lying. I will know, by your face, if ever you do.”
Uncertain what to say, Jurij just nodded at her.
“Still you owe me big time for sleeping that long in this morning.”
"Your wishes will be my commands!" he said in a cheerful, jesting way.
“Well then, Jurij. I think for some compensation I want you to kneel at my feet and kiss my toes.”
Obediently he dropped to his knees and began to perform that task. Immediately Alessia could see that kissing her toes was turning Jurij on once more. What an odd but amazing effect! She couldn't claim that she fully understood it, but it was definitely something she could use to her advantage.
After a few minutes of watching him worship her feet, Alessia began to realize that it was not just kissing her feet that turned Jurij on. It was the fact that she "forced" him to do what he had secretly wanted.
She felt simultaneously sad for him, that he had spent his life tortured by this secret, and exhilarated as a felt butterflies in her stomach. She felt protective over this man while at the same time feeling more and more dominant.
Suddenly she spoke again: “Now open your mouth Jurij, and place all of my toes into your mouth.”
He tried to accommodate all of her toes, but kept unsuccessful. He looked up her with a worried look on his face.
“I am sorry Commandress – I just cannot.”
She looked displeased and she said “You can! And you will! Go lie on the sofa and place your head at the edge, so it is tipped back. Move quickly or I shall become angry.”
She placed her toes by his mouth and quietly stated: “If my little mal’chik ever wants to put something into my mouth, he damn well better take what I give him to put in his mouth. Now open wider!”
He opened his mouth as wide as he could and she shoved her toes toward the back of his throat. She began to withdraw and insert her foot rather quickly, literally fucking his mouth with her foot. Each insertion went a little deeper, he was gagging and unable to breathe, but she continued not allowing time for him to catch his breath or relax his throat.
“WHEN I TELL YOU TO DO SOMETHING, MY LITTLE MAL’CHIK YOU DAMN WELL BETTER DO IT!”
She removed her right foot, allowed him a moment. Then she began again with the left foot, raping his throat with each insertion of her foot into his mouth. This foot, however, went in a little easier. His cock was rock hard, so she knew he was enjoying being punished this way. She stopped what she was doing and walked away for a few minutes, when she arrived back she smiled at Jurij and said: “OPEN WIDE.”
He opened his mouth and the toe of one of her oldest, most worn-out boots was stuffed into his mouth and down his throat. Alessia used a slim leather belt to secure the boot firmly to his head.
“I have to attend an assembly of the regional Soviet [=Council] now. But I will be back soon and in the meantime I want you to keep that boot in your mouth, thinking of me.“
With that she headed to the door. "Ah – and before I forget it: There is an armed guard posted outside the door, who might protect you from Nastasija. But remember: The guard is also going to keep you away from trying something silly, like running away or something. I expect an extra strong cup of coffee for the time I come back!" Jurij was ordered.
Then the door was closed and she was gone. Alessia hadn't even looked for Jurij's affirmation of her order anymore. He had become her dumb servant already. And indeed Jurij instantly walked into the kitchen to make some coffee, still very embarrassed at this point to be walking around totally naked and with a shoe sticking out of his mouth. However completely turned on, by what had just happened.
Once the coffee was made, he waited for her to return. She was gone for what seemed like hours. When Alessia finally arrived back, she seemed upset.
“Get dressed and ready to leave, Jurij! We are headed to your family's house.” was all she said to him. She walked over to him and took the boot out of his mouth and told him to be sure to pack it and went to get her cup of coffee.
Jurij began to dress and then he finally mustered up the courage to ask “Commandress, have I done something to upset you.”
She tried to smile at him and said “No, my little mal’chik, you have not.”
“Then why does your face look so upset? Please tell me what I can do to make you smile.”
“I think my boots deserve to be worshiped by some more kisses. You may take care of that as soon as you have finished dressing.”
So she waited patiently for Jurij to dress and then she stuck her foot out for him. He dropped down to his knees in front of her and kissed the top of the right boot in silent devotion. Soon Jurij smelled nothing but the powerful scent of its leather. Then came the left one. Wondering what he would do, if she makes the task more difficult for him, Alessia lifted her boot a little. Instinctively Jurij reached out to grab the boot, only to get immediately kicked by it one second later. He removed his hands and began to kiss only without touching with his hands. Every now and then she would move her foot and giggle a little as he stumbled.
But this little teasing didn't bother him. The only thing that counted for Jurij was the fact that he had put back the smile of Alessia's face.
“Thanks for cheering me up! But now we really got to leave!”
She had already packed a suitcase in the morning, so all Jurij had to do was carry her suitcase while he followed along behind her.
When they reached the stables, Jurij realized there was no horse left for him.
“Where is my horse?”
“Sorry! But it got seized by the local Cavalry unit of the Red Army!”
“...but...how am I going back to my family's house then?”
“You'll have to walk I'm afraid. This way you won't be able to run away from me – after all you are formally still my prisoner! And now get my horse ready!”
While he began to care for her horse, she watched his every move. Both of them knew that at this moment Jurij could have easily jumped on the back of Alessia's horse and ride away.
But something deep inside Jurij's mind kept him from trying to escape.
That was the time when he realized that he loved Alessia so much that he couldn't bear to lose her again. And if that meant him being humiliated and degraded, so be it. It is a strange feeling to explain and an even stranger rationale to understand. But knowing that by submitting Alessia would 1) be happy and 2) would still be in his life, his fate was cast; the deal was sealed.
The ride to the farm was peaceful for Alessia, it allowed her time to think about what she was going to do and how she was going to handle this situation…She really wanted to allow Jurij to put his beautiful cock in her pussy, however, she knew she needed to hold out on that as long as she could. She considered the probable impact of the decisions that had been made by the Soviet's assembly she had just attended. She realized that there would be a lot of work to do in order to show that Jurij's “re-education” program was working out, when she would return with him in two weeks. She decided that she must really want this, if she allowed Nastasija to assume her rank in her absence.
“What is your job within the Red Army?” her thoughts suddenly got interrupted by Jurij.
Her voice sharpened into a cutting edge, and she slashed at him with it. “Address me properly, mal'chik! Then maybe I’ll consider your contemptible question.”
“I am sorry. May I ask about the job you hold within the Red Army, Commandress?”
“Plainly it's just holding this town for the Red Army and wipe out all hostile activities.”
“And what is Nastasija's job then, Commandress?”
“Basically the same!”
“So you are competitors?”
“Stop asking too many questions, my mal'chik! Well – I still guess I should better share some things with you: One result of my meeting at this morning had been, that I have two weeks to convert you into a good communist. At this point your fate, lies in your own hands. If you are able to be re-educated, I will be permitted to keep you at my command – or shall I better say: at my feet. But if you should proof yourself not being able to convert, I must watch you die at the hand of Nastasija. If Maximow is not able to find your cousin, he will be coming here to punish you for lying to Nastasija and myself, you saw how your father was punished for lying. IF there is more, now would be the time to speak up.”
“I have told you the truth as to their whereabouts, Commandress!”
"Good for you! But now I have a question for you in return. Why didn't it seem to bother you that I haven't done anything so that you could relieve yourself?"
That was a tricky question! Jurij thought about trying to explain Alessia that he wasn't perverse, that he had no interest in pain, that he just felt the need to have a woman like her "take him" sexually, to force him to please her, to take all responsibility for her own pleasure so that for once he'd know that he could please a woman, that he could give her exactly what she wanted and be sure of it because she was taking exactly what she wanted with no regard for his pleasure. He could try to explain Alessia that knowing he'd pleased a woman like her completely and thoroughly would let him enjoy his own pleasure like nothing else ever had. But when Jurij finally lifted his head to give his answer, he said just four little words: "Because I love you!".
Alessia just laughed softly and gave her mal'chik a gracious pat on the head.
[ A DEVASTATING DISCOVERY ]
When they arrived at the house, the whole estate was utterly burnt down to the grounds.
“W... what.....” Jurij only stuttered in shock.
Alessia on the other hand knew that her rationality was mostly needed at this moment. Who could have done this?
“Oh this damn Nastasija!” she quietly cursed into the emptiness of the scene.
Jurij began to cry out: “Nastasija?... Nastasija??? But …you…”
“I what?” Alessia asked back in innocent surprise while she swung her body down from the saddle.
“You were supposed to protect my property!” Jurij shouted.
“Your property?” she shouted back - obviously annoyed.
“... as far as I remember this property belonged to the Red Army since the last few days – and not to you anymore.”
“W... What? That's bull-shit! This estate had belonged to my family for centuries. It can't be just taken by a....”
Out of a sudden Jurij's protest got interrupted by a load W-H-A-P. Then he felt the sharp sting of her riding crop through the thin sleeve of his coat.
He starred at her in astonishment. Alessia's full lips had drawn into a tight line of anger and she closed her eyes for a moment; when she opened them again, they were sparkling in anger.
Through her clenched white teeth she hissed: “You better shut up right now!”
Intimidated by this sudden outburst, Jurij could only look down and mumble a quite “Yes, Commandress.”
“Fine! So instead of starting accusing each other, we better go and see what the heck happened.”
As they got around the burnt ruins of the former stable building, they were greeted by the horrible sight of hanging corpses. Three pitiful fellows had been sent to the gallows here. One of them carried a sign saying “I have betrayed the glorious nation of Russia by co-operating with the Red Army!” around his neck.
”Who are these poor men?” Jurij wondered aloud.
“Probably just innocent citizen who had the bad luck to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. And now they have become the latest victims of General Denikin's regime. That means that his White troops must finally have arrived in this area! It is only typical for them that they immediately start mass executions and plunder.”
“General Denikin? Who is he?”
“You don't know General Denikin???”
“N... no...!” Jurij stammered.
”You really are just a naive little mal'chik, aren't you?”
“Well...after all I have been in German war imprisonment for the last months”
“Come on – there is no way you can excuse your lousy political knowledge. Anton Ivanovich Denikin has be maybe one of the most important Generals in the Russia's imperialistic war against Germany. In 1916 he was appointed to command the VIII Corps and lead troops in Romania during the Brusilov Offensive.
Following our Great Socialistic Revolution last year Denikin and some other Tsarist officers formed the counter-revolutionary Volunteer Army. As our brave troops have killed the first commander of the Volunteer Army, the forces came under his command. By now Denikin must be around 45 years old and his men are becoming bolder each day.
“But why should his troops burn down our estate?” Jurij wondered aloud.
He only got himself mercilessly mocked by Alessia: “Why? Why??? How about: 'To terrorize the region!' ? Or 'To destabilize our progress in forming a Socialistic society!' ? You definitely are not that naive, are you, mal'chik?”
“But... My family is neutral. We haven't done anything to anyone. Why have the picked our estate to burn down?”
“Why don't you catch one of his soldiers and ask him yourself?” Alessia replied in a very sarcastic tone.
“Maybe I should better go back to my family and tell them! Now that our whole estate is burnt down, there is nothing left for me to protect here anyway.”
“You still haven't realized that you are nothing but my prisoner by now, have you?”
“...but ...but they are still my family! I must tell them, Alessia!”
Jurij didn't see it coming when her right gloved hand cut him off with a sudden slap to his face. It left his head spinning and his left cheek feeling swollen and red.
“Stop arguing with me!” Alessia shouted at him and viciously slapped his other cheek with a backhanded sweep of the same hand. This time Jurij almost lost his balance but managed to recover just in time to keep position. Anxiously biting his lower lip he could taste a little of his blood.
“All you have 'must' do is following my orders. Beside: Wasn't it your family that haven't accepted me as your girlfriend? Why should I give a shit about them now!?”
“...but...dear Alessia… Please!”
“There is no 'dear Alessia' for you anymore! I am your Commandress. I know that you have enjoyed to be bossed around by me so far. Actually I think it's sweet that you still have devotee feelings for me. But now it is time to realize that this isn't a game. And definitely it is not your game! You are a prisoner of the Red Army hold in my personal custody and therefore it is only me who decides over your destiny. All you'll have to think of is listening to the things I ask from you to do. And then you will have to fulfill every of my commands eagerly whether you enjoy them or not. You better start to accept that very quickly if you don't want to get seriously hurt by me.”
Desperately Jurij looked out for a glimmer of hidden irony in her dark eyes. He didn't find any. She was serious. God-damn-serious! Confused by all the new thoughts rushing through his mind, Jurij didn't resisted when Alessia grabbed him by the arm and pulled him close to her.
“Our relationship is going to make rapid changes during troubled times like these. I don't have a clue where our common journey will end, but I want you to know that I really enjoy being your Commandress. I love you to be mine! As long as you stay loyal to me and obey my orders, I promise to take care of you and protect you the best I can. BUT you need to understand that I won't let you free ever again. If you really should find a way to escape from me, I will hunt you down without mercy. And then I will take care that you get executed by the rules of the Red Army.”
Jurij was overwhelmed by the impact of her words. Alessia had just confessed her new-found love towards him, hadn't she? The confession of love that he had craved for so much during the last days!
It made his cock twitch to hear her speaking like that. And as it was his cock and not his brain that was controlling his thoughts at this moment, Jurij heard himself answering: “Whatever you might demand from me, I promise to stay with you.”
Alessia's beautiful lips curled into a gleeful smirk of triumph.
“Good! Then we will now forget about all this non-sense of informing your family. Instead we will go back to Yekaterinodar to report the Red Army about the appearance of White forces in this region. But first I want you to undress your shoes.”
“My shoes?”
“Yeah. Without your shoes, you can't run too fast. And so you won't be able to run away from me, even when the time comes when you regret your decision to stay with me!”
Jurij needed all his self-control to repress his rising sarcasm. After all there hasn't been much of a decision for him to make, has there? But the more Jurij though of the prospect to walk the whole way to Yekaterinodar without shoes, the more his inner sarcasm got replaced by fear.
“But we are in the woods! The ground is wet and rocky.”
Alessia just stood still and motionlessly watched how terror and nervousness raised rapidly up his Jurij's eyes.
“That's not my problem, is it?” she smiled cruelly at him.
“Beside: such a little suffering might help you to understand that the control over your comfort and discomfort is mine now.”
Without loosing another word, Jurij unlaced his shoes and pulled out his feet.
“And now take down one of the hanged people and handle me the rope he was hanged with!”
Jurij couldn't believe her disrespectful order. But he had finally accepted that his believes and disbelieves didn't matter anymore. So he once more did what he was ordered.
Alessia took the rope from his hands and bound Jurij with his arms folded up behind his back. After she had convinced herself from the firmness of her knots, she mounted her horse and ordered:
“Now let's go! But travel careful to stay quiet: When the White Army find us with me wearing a Red Army's uniform, we are both dead.”
With that she slightly kicked her boots into her horse. Forcing her horse to trot directly towards her bound and sock-footed prisoner, she effectively impelled Jurij to start walking.
As expected it didn't take very long until Jurij had stepped into a puddles and his feet got painfully cold inside the wet socks. After only ten minutes of marching in front of Alessia's horse, Jurij's socks got its first holes. Now the bare soles of Jurij's feet had to step without any protection on the stones and sticks of the road. The wind picked up and it began pouring. The dirt of the road turned into mud.
Still Jurij didn't dare to complain about his hurting feet. His mind had finally accepted the absolute irrevocability of Alessia's iron will. She had truly turned into his ultimate Commandress by now.
They were still more than five kilometers away from the Yekaterinodar when Jurij and Alessia discovered dark smoke rising at the horizon. The city of Yekaterinodar was burning!
Anxiously they further approached the city until they could make out the outlines of a check-point of Denikin's Volunteer Army. The unbelievable seemed to have happened: Yekaterinodar had fallen under the power of White forces. Now the poor people of the socialist city would have to face Denikin's revenge – and that would surely involve the horror of mass executions and plunder.
“So where will we go next, now that both of us have lost our home to the White Army?” asked Jurij in uncontrolled cynicism.
“The Red Army might have lost a battle here, but definitely not the war! Beside we haven't lost everything to the White Army: Fortunately there is still this!” Alessia declared, holding up his diary.
“In this book you mention an ominous 'Thinking spot' close to Yekaterinodar. Where is it exactly?”
Jurij looked shocked: So Alessia knew all about the 'Thinking spot'. Still he didn’t really want to take her there as this spot held to much memories of his love-sickness that he had fought there before the Great War broke out...
“There won't be much left to see anymore!”
“We will only know what's left to see there, when we go and check it out!”
“But I haven’t been there in a very long time.”
“How long, Jurij?”
“Since the night you quite physically told me that our relationship would be over.”
Alessia smiled at him as she remembered this crucial day herself. At this day she had slapped his face 'quite physically'.
“I want you to take me to this 'Thinking spot'!”
“But it's a very personal place for me!”
“Haven't we already agreed on the fact that I am in charge of your privacy now?”
He knew he didn’t have much of a choice left. So he went forward and showed Alessia the way to this secret place.
Soon they reached an old broken-down shack: they have arrived! Alessia dismounted her horse and grabbed into the saddlebag. In the next moment she took out a dangerously gleaming knife that caused an uncomfortable feeling inside Jurij's stomach. Alessia glanced at him and smirked.
Suddenly he was pushed around and the rope that had tied him up so tautly was sliced apart with a swift but controlled flick of her wrist. Before Jurij had even realized that his hands were free again, Alessia had stepped back to his front and handed him the horse's harness. He took it in blind obedience and began to secure her horse to a hitching post.
When his job was done, he finally followed Alessia into the so very well-known shack.
Inside it was as pleasantly snug and dry as it has always been in the past. An old oil-lamp lit the small room, illuminating his sweet Alessia who had found a relaxing place on a wooden box covered with hay. Jurij remembered how he had sat on this box during the endless hours of love-sickness he had felt for Alessia. That was four years ago, but still it felt like yesterday.
It felt so strange to realize that the woman of his desires was now being in this unholy 'thinking sot' herself.
Jurij just couldn't stop peeking at her out of the corner of his eye, silently admiring her neat waist and high proud breasts. Being at his old 'thinking spot' with her let all the memories of the past flood back into his head.
Suddenly there was a loud crack of thunder. One moment later heavy rain started to pound mercilessly against the roof.
“I guess we better stay here for the night. Tomorrow we will march southwards and try to catch up with the unit of Major Vladimir Maximow. They will probably re-organize themselves around the city of Saratovskaya. As Saratovskaya is around 50 kilometers away we might have to walk for two days. ” Alessia declared while she lazily removed her riding gloves, one finger at a time.
Jurij didn't really care for tomorrow! His mind was transfixed on the sight of how the damp white fabric of Alessia's blouse clang to her skin. So he only nodded in agreement with her plan and hung his wet coat on a nail on the wall - just beside Alessia's sodden jacket that was already hanging there.
When he returned to Alessia, he was greeted by her stretched out legs.
"Well, I am afraid my boots got filthy during the day. Come and assist me, my little mal'chik."
Jurij went over to her and began to wipe her boots with some hay that lay on the ground.
"Stop! That will never do!" she scolded. "You'll have to take them off first."
Nervously Jurij straddled her right leg, grasped the heel and began tugging. Alessia smirked down at him when she planted the sole of her other booted foot against his chest and shoving hard. Her right boot suddenly came loose and Jurij felt into the straw. Embarrassed, he scrambles at his feet, but as started to rise Alessia shouted: “S T A Y !"
What could he do? He stayed - on all fours like a pet-animal.
With a mischievous grin on her face, Alessia slowly lifted her muddy left boot until its sole was pointing right at his fact.
“I want you to undo my next boot while kneeling at my feet!”
Before Jurij could even agree, Alessia had already planted her stockinged right foot firmly on Jurij's shoulder. His hands shook slightly when they grabbed the remaining boot and carefully removed it from her foot.
Alessia looked down at her eager mal'chik and smiled to herself. The sight of Jurij having fallen for her was priceless.
“Good! And now I expect you to polish my boots properly. But don't take just hay from the ground – it will only scratch the exclusive leather of my boots. They require the use of some soft cloth! Like your shirt for example!”
It took Jurij's only a short moment before his desire to obey Alessia won the mental battle over his remained dignity. After a silent nod Jurij removed his shirt and wrapped its cloth around his finger. Still kneeling bare-chested in front of Alessia, he started buffing both boots to a deep shine.
He did his work with utter dedication as the rich smell of the leather that kept him excited over the whole time.
“That's enough! Now put them back on for me.” Alessia commanded after a while.
Feeling how Alessia's calves slid easily into the firm leather of the riding boots only increased Jurij's inner excitement. As he was finally finished
, Alessia casually moved the sole of her right boot between his open knees, barely touching his groin. An enormous thrill coursed through Jurij. He had an overwhelming desire to move himself a little forward so that his groin would rub against the boot. The very thought of it made his penis swell already. Surely Alessia would notice! But how would she react? Would she allow him to act such needy in her presence?
In a desperate attempt to hide his arousal, he looked up to check her mood. Thank goodness: she was smiling at him!
”You quite enjoyed polishing my boots, didn't you?” she even laughed back.
“I did!” Jurij confirmed honestly, while his mind got deeper and deeper lost in the beauty of her smile.
He realized that he still desired her like crazy - beside all her new aura of bossiness. In fact her new aura of bossiness somehow made him desire her even more.
And hadn't Alessia just confessed to him that she loved to be his Commandress. So she still holds tender feelings for him. There was still a chance that she would fall in love with him again, Jurij dared to dream.
“What's that lustful look on your face?” his thought got interrupted out of a sudden.
“Em... What? A lustful look?”
“Don't try to fool me, mal'chik!” Alessia grinned at him.
“You would like to kiss me on my sweet lips now, am I right?”
“Em...” Jurij only managed to say as he felt the touch of her boot against his groin. The heavy leather of its toe pressed through his trousers against the ever hardening bulge in his underpants.
“AM I RIGHT?” Alessia kept pushing him for an answer.
“Yes...I would!” he replied, fighting to get his voice under control, while his stomach was churning with a maelstrom of emotions.
Slowly his body leaned forward, graving for the promised kiss. But then Alessia lifted her leg and effectively stopped his approach by placing the sole of her boot on his shoulder.
“Oh what a pity.” she cruelly laughed at him. “I am afraid that I can't let a prisoner kiss my lips. Sorry, but my lips are exclusively reserved for lovers. And you are hardly in the position to be my lover anymore, are you?”
Alessia mocked in mischievous amusement while she let her tongue run over her red lips to tease him even more.
It took Jurij a few moments to realize what kind of cruel games Alessia was playing with his unfulfilled desires. His silly hopes that Alessia's former confession that she would love him to be hers would mean that she also would love to have him back as her boyfriend pulverized within this moment. They were replaced by the feeling of empty disappointment.
“But you know what?”
“Yeah?” he cheered up – instantly hoping for a new chance of a kiss!
“I like you to grave for my kisses – even if they have become unreachable for you. So I want you to close your eyes and just think of my sweet lips!”
What? Graving in front of her for something that she wouldn't give him anyway was just ridicules. He might be her prisoner but he surely wouldn't let Alessia make him her brainless addict. No - he would gather his remaining will-power and refuse to close his eyes, Jurij told himself
Noticing his sudden resistance, Alessia's smile started to freeze.
“Mal'chik! If you don't want to play, maybe you are more useful working. At first you will fix this hole there in the roof! The sweeping raindrops are pissing me off!” she barked at him.
Alarmed by Alessia's sudden anger, responded without daring to protest. Ignoring the heavy rain hailing down against his naked chest, he went out to fetch the large iron plate that was standing at the backside of the shack. A couple of minutes later he had fixed it over the hole in the roof. The rain slowly wore off, so he even started to gather some wood for the fire. In fact he was quite happy about this little extra-work as it gave him the time he needed to think about Alessia's recent outburst.
Jurij realized that his response of defiance when he wouldn't close his eyes for her had crossed a line that he shouldn't have crossed. Immediately he started to regret his stupid resistance. But it was too late now. He knew that he would have to work very hard to weaken Alessia's anger. He silently pleaded that she wouldn't make him to suffer too much.
But when he finally went back inside the shack, Alessia was gone! Where the hell was she?
What Jurij couldn't know at this moment was that Alessia had use the opportunity of being alone to look around a little.
That was when she found the tree, that Jurij was hoping was long gone…but there it stood, with a big heart and 'J.A. ljublit A.V.' [= 'J.A. Loves A.V.'] carved into it. She smiled looking at that.
She now had found another sweet proof that Jurij had always loved her. Probably more than everything in his little world. And he loved her still! That was good. Alessia loved to be loved! But it annoyed her that Jurij was still just obeying her orders when he liked to obey them. And he had even shouted at her at the burnt-down estate of his family. She could hardly return his tenderness as long as he remained so disobediently, could she? Definitely not if she wanted to hold unlimited control over him. So she would need to find ways that effectively bridled his stubborn character, Alessia thought to herself. That was the moment when the “beast” inside her was coming out.
And then it made click – she had suddenly found the way to break the stubbornness of her little mal'chik. She just had to try this.
Jurij's job to fix the roof wouldn't take long enough for her to complete her preparations, so Alessia went back to the shack. Jurij was already sitting inside – waiting for her return without having the slightest suspicion.
As soon as he saw her, he stood up and spoke quietly asking “Commandress, what shall I do now?”
Alessia had to smirk at his eagerness. He even called her by the title ‘Commandress’ instead of just ‘Alessia’! Surely he was stung by a guilty conscience. But it was too late to make amends for it now. She wouldn't spare him being taught a painful lesson.
She looked at him, smiling sweetly and spoke just as quietly as he did: “Let’s see: you have already collected enough wood for the evening! That is great! But we also will need some water up here to wash with. Go to the stream just over the bank and fetch us a bucket of water!”
“As you wish.”
He began to walk away and she spoke up ”Jurij, when you get back, I want this place cleaned up and made suitable for me to sleep in. There is a blanket in my things, you may place that on the bed when you are completely finished cleaning this place up. Don’t disappoint me, I will be back soon.”
“But where will you…”
“Don’t concern yourself with my whereabouts!” she interrupted him, not allowing him to finish his questions. “You only have to worry about NOT DISAPPOINTING ME AGAIN.”
“Yes Commandress.” was all that he replied with. Her secretiveness felt humiliating. But for some reason, it was also strangely exciting to be unsure what would happen behind his back, what it was Alessia wanted to do without him knowing. Confused by all these contradictory emotions Jurij rushed away to complete the tasks she asked him to perform.
As soon as Jurij was out of sight, Alessia walked out and got out her little knife from the saddlebag. Then she went back to the tree, to finish what she started.
The rose bush beside the tree that had long since died had left nasty thorns behind, which she had considered leaving there, however she decided this would be better. She kept one fairly sturdy branch out in case he gave her a hard time. When she had completed all of her preparations she stood back and looked around, smiling at her accomplishments.
Jurij was still busy sweeping some old leaves out of the shack when he felt being watched from behind. Casually leaning against the door frame, Alessia was silently observing his work.
When he looked into her eyes, she presented him one of her most infamous grins.
“Are you finished in there, Jurij?”
“I nearly am!”
“Good! Then grab me my jacket and come out here please.”
Thinking to himself, if it’s cold enough out there that Alessia wants her jacket, why must I go out half-naked? He chose wisely in not mentioning his inner disagreement with Alessia’s obvious double-standard.
When they reached her horse, she grabbed a couple pieces of rope and smiled at him: “Would you carry that for me as well, please?”
Then he noticed that she was leading him to his special tree. The one with the big heart and 'J.A. ljublit A.V.' [= 'J.A. Loves A.V.'] carved into it. His face changed into a brilliant shade of red when they finally arrived.
“Now kneel up against the tree so that you are facing it.”
Jurij slumped to his knees and she silently thanked god she had guessed correctly and everything was lined up. The tree was just a few centimeters off now, with one sturdy-looking branch remaining on the shattered trunk.
“Place your hands above your head.”
His arms went up. With no warning nor ceremony, she tied his wrists together, tossed the rope over the higher branch and pulled until his arms got firmly lifted. After she had secured the rope back around the trunk, Alessia walked behind him. Her hands grabbed around his belly and unbuckled his belt. Then Jurij’s trousers got yanked straight down to his knees.
"What are you doing?!?" he protested in shock.
"You don’t need to know that now!" she snapped "...but I can guarantee that you deserve every little step of it! And now I want you to shut up and kiss the word ‘ljublit’, Jurij.”
As soon as his lips touched the tree, he felt something going around his head and then around the tree, securing his face there.
“I am going to let you fuck the little 'love-hole' that I have scratched into the tree for you, Jurij. Slide your knees closer to the tree.”
His knees slid closer, difficult it was, but he managed. She grabbed hold of his cock and slipped it into the hole she had carved through the tree. Another piece of rope went around his hips and the tree, ensuring he couldn’t pull his penis out anymore. She walked in front of him and kicked his knees even more forward making sure that the head of his cock would poke out through the other end of the hole.
Then began to gently run with her fingernails over the helpless head of his cock until Jurij couldn’t hold back his desires any longer and started to moan.
“Does turtle want to come out to play?” Alessia cooed, tickling the pinkish-brown head. She took care that his member was sufficiently fondled and squeezed by her hands, before she stood up and spoke quietly: “Now you get your lesson in the history of the Red Army. But make sure that your penis doesn’t get soft in the meantime. If he does I might have to keep him extended by pulling a rope around the head of your valuable penis and tying it to that tree. But you won't want that to happen, do you?”
His mouth firmly pressed against the trunk Jurij couldn't answer a single word, so he tried to shake his head instead. Alessia showed herself generous and accepted this kind of answer.
“Okay then: As even an unfilled head like yours might already know, our brave Bolshevik government declared that traditional Cossack lands were now to be run by all Russian people. This glorious gesture provoked revolts of the Cossacks. Although the Cossacks were betraying the ideals of the free people of Russia, the Cossacks managed to gather troops of lousy betrayers - the so-called 'Volunteer Army'.
Unfortunately the signing of the peace-treaty with Germany in Brest-Litovsk resulted in direct intervention of the still imperialistic ruled states of England and France in Russia. England and France also started to arm the 'Volunteer Army'. In January of this year the bloody conflicts between the 'Volunteer Army' and our Bolshevik forces lead into a Civil War. Our Council of People's Commissars decided to replace our provisional Red Guard with a permanent Communist army – that was the birth of our glorious 'RED ARMY'! Everything understood?”
Jurij only moaned behind the tree. But the abounding flood of information of Alessia's lecture seemed to have soften Jurij's hard on. The head of his cock was already beginning to recede in the hole. As promised Alessia's slender hands grabbed a piece of rope. Not taking her own eyes off his she slowly tied a rope around the head of Jurij's penis and pulled the rope slightly around the tree.
Jurij's moaning became louder – like he was begging her to stop. But Alessia didn't want to show mercy. Instead she preferred to threaten her little mal'chik a little bit more, saying: “You better think about something to make him hard quickly or my next incentive would be a little cock-whipping with this sweet little rose twig here. I’m sure it plenty of thorns might leave some nasty sting on your sensitive skin.”
To Jurij's luck the touch of Alessia's finger and the firm tugging of the rope let his cock become hard again. As Alessia wanted to be a fair Commandress towards him, she stopped her little torturing and fixed the rope around the tree. Still she had to pinch the head of Jurij's penis between her fingernails when she spoke: “Seems as we got him hard again! Good for you! But remember, mal'chik, now if it goes soft again, it will hurt you.”
Licking her lips, she noticed that his young legs were visibly quivering. How she loved seeing all the anxious fears now growing within him and reflected in his large terrified eyes.
“But you can still beg me to tickle the head a little if you want.” she cruelly laughed at him.
“Now let's continue our little history-lesson about of the glorious Red Army! Where have I stopped? Ah yes: The central figure behind the founding of the Red Army was comrade Leon Trotsky - the People's Commissar for War.
When it became apparent that a revolutionary army composed solely of workers would be far too small, Trotsky instituted mandatory conscription of the rural peasantry into the Red Army. Clever, isn't he? Of course not everyone wanted to risk his life in the fighting for the Red Army. So Trotsky created special detachments of the secret police "Cheka" and attached one to each Red Army in the field. These so-called Special Punitive Department of the All-Russian Extraordinary Commission for Combat of Counter-Revolution and Sabotage take an active part in the suppression of anti-communist peasant riots, punishment of deserters and the liquidation of persons believed disloyal to the Bolshevik government during the Civil War. Nastasija wants to join one of these Special Punitive Brigades – so you better take care never to annoy her!” Alessia smirked at the last sentence. Of course she would always protect her little mal'chik from Nastasija's sadism. But he didn't have to know that yet!
Enjoying the pitiful sight of the tied up Jurij, she stated: “I bet your penis hurts right now, it’s too bad you made me do that. Looking at me while fucking my love hole, should make it easy to you to stay hard all the time. The next time I tell you stay hard, I hope you listen to me. You will be here until dinner time. I will come back and ask you some questions about what I just taught you before I decide if you should be untied. You better understand quickly that any lecture that has to be repeated leads into a learning style which will feel much worse than the one before. So my hope is that I do not have to repeat too many of my lectures.”
She walked away without a glance back. Her pussy was soaking wet and seeing him there so vulnerable, fucking the tree because she made him, gave her an overwhelming feeling of power and lust.
She went inside to prepare things for lesson two of her re-education process. She may have to come up with other methods for the program, but she was going to have as much sadistic fun as she could with this one.
An hour later she decided that it was time to look over at her pupil again. He was lightly rocking his knees, pushing his cock deeper in the hole to let up some of the pressure on his head, and then when the tree dug in too much to his balls, he would relax his hips. She was enjoying the sight of his silent suffering…this was what she had hoped would happen.
She let this go on for quite a while, in fact it was almost dark when she walked over to him and untied his head.
“Your hips better keep moving while I ask you these questions Jurij.”
She spent ten minutes questioning him in what she had taught him, being careful to watch to make sure he was still fucking the tree. Fortunately for him, Jurij didn't make any mistakes this time.
“Very good, Jurij. I am pleased by your progress!”
“Are you enjoying my love hole?” she whispered into his ear, licking his earlobe ever so gently.
“Yes Commandress.”
His cock jumped inside the hole.
“You like that Jurij?” She asked, licking one more time.
His cock jumped again, as he moaned “Yes.”
“I will be back for you shortly, I have a hunch you will need to urinate soon.”
He groaned and realized his own urge to pee. “But I have to pee as well.”
Looking back over her shoulder seductively, she spoke: “Good, but you are not permitted to! Still it is good to know that you have to”.
“...but Commandress, I really have to go.”
“Then you shouldn’t have any problem when I am ready to allow you to. I will be back soon.”
When Alessia walked back over to Jurij the sun had completely set and the fire had become just coals. She stepped around the tree; watching her bound mal’chik wary eyes. He looked so sore and tired.
In fact there was just one desire left inside Jurij: he desperately wanted to pee. Peeing was all he thought of over the last minutes. Fortunately the rope around his penis helped him to fight the urging pressure in his bladder. But now Alessia’s hand grabbed the head of his cock and started to untied it. Jurij had to concentrate much harder to let no accident happen.
“Jurij, are you ready to remain respectful when you talk to me?”
“Yes Commandress.”
“Good!”
Now Alessia nestled herself against him and let her hand wander over his naked spine. Despite having been drained of its power his body still felt magnificently hard and full. His skin was smooth and slightly slick with the wetness of the woods.
“If you ever yell at me again, like you did when we discovered your house was burnt, I am apt to make you fuck my love hole again. Only the next time I will smear some sugar all over your prick before you go in the hole, and you can bet it will last more than a couple of hours. Are you going to yell at me again?”
“No Commandress, I will not yell at you again.”
“I have cooked supper for us. I will untie you now and then you will follow me inside to eat.”
“May I please urinate before, Commandress?”
“No, Jurij, you may not! You will hold it.”
“But...”
“There is no ‘but’! I don’t want to hear anymore ‘but’ from you, Jurij.”
Somehow, he was not sure how, but somehow he was still able to hold it back.
After he was fully untied from the tree, Alessia demanded him to kiss her boots clean for her.
His head went straight for the ground and he immediately began to perform his task. When her boots were spotless, Jurij heard her voice ordering from above: “Crawl into the shack and I will give you your supper.”
But along the way he was unable to hold his piss. He ended up pissing all over himself.
As Alessia saw what happened, she went furious: “You dirty pig…”
Jurij lowered his head and groveled at her feet that he was sorry, he had tried to hold it as long as he could.
“You might as well roll in the mud now, Jurij! In fact I will make sure that my little pig gets plenty of mud to roll in. Lie down on your back!”
Then she began to pee all over his body. He writhed under her stream of piss, but it just kept hitting his face. The salty urine burnt inside his eyes. Some even got in his mouth.
“Roll in the mud you little pig. Oh and don’t’ think you won’t be punished for disobeying my order.”
"Commandress, please, I beg you!" he implored.
But Alessia didn’t listen. She even placed the sole of her right boot on his face and pressed it deeply into a puddle of piss to intensify his misery. As she got tired of watching him squirming below her, she took away her boot and drove its top up between his legs, perhaps just a little more roughly than necessary. Jurij shouted out in pain.
Alessia just stated coldly “We are heading down to the south in the morning and I was in hopes to enjoy a nice evening using your tongue, but you have spoiled that. Don’t move mal'chik, I will be right back.”
She walked into the shack and a moment or two later, she came back.
“Let’s go, Jurij! Back to the love hole.”
“Commandress, please.”
“Please what?”
“Please not that.”
“Too late, mal'chik! Move now!”
Producing a yelp, she grabbed a handful of his hair and dragged him to the tree. True to her word she smeared some sticky wet sugar all over his balls and cock. Jurij wondered where the sugar would come from. It must have been sugar for her horse that she had taken out of her saddle-bag.
His scared genitals seemed to retract themselves into his body, but that didn’t disturb her. All she had to do to make his soft cock go through the hole, was tying a little rope around it, run the rope through the hole and yank it firmly on the other side of the trunk. She smirked appreciatively as she listened to his slight gasping that had become so familiar to her.
Then she stood up, placed her boot against his ass and pushed his body forward against the tree. Now he was in the perfect position to get re-tied. It looked like he would actually be fucking the tree
Satisfied with her work, Alessia walked to the shack and left him.
[ NEW COMPANIONS ]
After Alessia had woken up at the next morning, walked straight out to the tree Jurij was tied to.
Little ants had found the sugar around his genitals and built a little ant street. Alessia smiled at the wicked thought how thousands of little ant feet must have teased Jurij’s sensitive cock during the last hours. His body was shaking from the coldness of the night. You could see where other bugs had landed on his cock and balls and had bit him.
Alessia knew that Jurij must be starving by now – the last time that she had allowed him to eat had been yesterday at noon.
So Alessia untied him and spoke out in a gently caring voice: “Good morning, Jurij. Time to eat some breakfast. In fact I have brought you your supper from yesterday. It had become cold by now, but that is hardly my fault, is it?”
He crawled over to where she sat, with an obvious frown on his face…
“You better get that look off your face, or I might decide that I don’t want to give you breakfast at all.”
He tried to change the look on his face and suddenly she grabbed a handful of hair forced his head up to look at her.
“It is only your stubborn behavior that had brought yourself into this situation. Now eat.”
... and Jurij ate.
When he was finished, Alessia asked: “Are you thirsty Jurij?”
“Yes.”
“Good! Then you should be able to clean this up for me. Open your mouth.”
She straddled his face and pissed down his throat speaking matter-of-factly: “You better swallow all of it. It’s all you get to drink for the next hours.”
Over the night Jurij had accepted the inevitableness of taking her piss whenever his Commandress desired. He was unsure how, but somehow after making him roll in it, he was sure he would inevitably be required to drink it as well. He obediently opened his mouth and swallowed.
In fact Jurij couldn't help but still admire the fine trim figure of her silhouette that was standing above him. Alessia’s features were so elegant and regal that he just had to desire her no-matter how much humiliation he had to take.
“I see you’ve learned that it’s better not to resist my wishes! I welcome that! I’m thinking about showing my gratefulness by giving you a new job. Not only are you responsible for keeping my boots clean, you shall also be my toilet from now on whenever I need to pee.”
“As you wish, Commandress.”
“You may go down to the stream and wash up! Should you need to pee, you may.”
“Thank you Commandress, but I also have to…um…well I have to have a bowel movement.”
She smiled and with her gloved hand, she produced some leaves for him to wipe with. He washed the muddy urine off himself in the stream and did his bathroom duty. When he came back to the cabin, she was dressed in his clothing.
“Mal'chik, you will wear my Red-Army-uniform for the walk.”
“But...? Why?”
“Actually it is quite simple: Should we met up with any of Denikin's troops, they would kill you first.”
Jurij was shocked by her answer. He would have never considered such cold logic from a woman like Alessia. But finally he had to realize that she got her point. Without him Alessia’s life might lack an enjoyable playmate. But without her his life would miss his purpose. Compared to her life his existence had become disposable. Letting the impact of these thoughts sink into his mind, Jurij laid in a daze for about ten minutes, just starring into the endless sky. Alessia let him generously have his time, while smoking a cigarette on her own.
When she finally put it out, she smiled at Jurij and said: “I think your ass has healed enough so that we can start traveling again in the morning. We will leave at sun up.”
Jurij looked very confused, however he took her trousers and tried to put them on. One moment later, he hesitantly looked at her and mumbled: "They don't fit me.”
She looked at him and laughed. "Come on, mal’chik! You just have to take a deep breath in and then push them up your sweet hips!"
“Please don't do made me embarrass myself like that, Alessia!"
"Oh don't be a chicken! Beside: no one will know you where we will go anyway!"
He turned from Alessia’s gaze and looked at the path that laid before of them. He got to admit the more Alessia rationalized it all the more appealing it got.
They were very tight, especially in the groin area, but finally he got the trousers all the way up. Jurij’s balls were split down the middle and he feared that once he stood up they'd plop out on both sides. He pulled his dick up and placed it against his stomach before he tried buttoning the trousers. They were already getting swallowed in between his butt cheeks.
"There is no way I'm getting these buttoned."
"Come on, mal'chik! I know you can do it. Just suck that gut of yours in!"
When he finally got them buttoned, Alessia handed him her uniform shirt. He put it on as well and once more there seemed to be no way to get it buttoned. Quickly Alessia got in front of her mal'chik and firmly tied her leather belt around the still open shirt.
“That will do!” she cheered. "Now turn around for me and let me see my cute little mal’chik in all his glory."
And Jurij turned around for her. She let out another laugh, which made him smile. Beside the uniform smelled so pleasantly of her that wearing it seemed to be a great opportunity for Jurij to get permanently reminded of his Commandress. Still Jurij felt like if he took one deep breathe and everything he was wearing would just fly off of him. He was unsure how long he could wear them, however he resolved himself to not complain. Still Alessia noticed these silent doubts in her mal’chik. She deeply looked into his eyes and said “Do I need to cut down the tree, and bring pieces of wood with us?”
“No Commandress, I will not give you reason to require it.”
Alessia got a cruel smile on her face and said: “Somehow I doubt that, but I will take you at your word. Let’s go, so that we don’t have to be walking after dark this evening.”
They began to walk together, her horse carrying nothing, until they reached his property.
They walked up to the hanged people and Alessia said, matter of factly: “You will get me those two ropes.”
Jurij lowered his head in shame, and walked over to the tree the two were tied to and let down the ropes. They crashed to the ground with a thud. Jurij reluctantly removed the ropes and walked them to Alessia.
Then another smile came to Alessia’s face, this time he was scared, he had never seen that smile before. “You might as well get the sign too Jurij, that is the truth now too.”
Jurij’s brain wasn’t quick enough to stop his mouth from saying “you have got to be kidding me”, she lashed out with her foot and caught him square in the balls, a kick that for him came out of nowhere, however seemed to hold every bit of strength she had. It caused him to drop to his knees, gasping for air. Once he could form words and didn’t feel like his balls were in his throat, immediately he apologized to Alessia.
“Commandress, I don’t know what I was thinking I am so sorry, I will shut up now and do what was asked, I am sorry.”
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be if you don’t hurry up and get that sign.”
“Yes Commandress.”
He walked over and picked up the sign. Alessia made him put it around his neck so it hung off his back, she took out a piece of black coal and altered the sign slightly.
“I have betrayed the glorious nation of Russia by co-operating with the Red Army!”
Then she took one hangman’s noose and placed it around his neck and tightened it up. The second rope she cut into 4 shorter pieces with her knife.
“Hands behind your back, Jurij.”
He placed them behind his back and she adjusted them so his forearms where touching under the sign and she tied them there. “Let’s go now Jurij, I will want to take a rest when the sun is at its highest.” She climbed atop the horse and pulled gently on the rope, “Step up here Jurij and you better keep up.”
It wasn’t more than twenty kilometers of walking quickly to keep up with her horse, that he had this urge to scratch the backside of his balls and around his ass. The further he walked the worse the urge got. He discovered a way in those tight trousers to wiggle his ass a little so the trousers raked across his skin and the more he rubbed, the worse it itched.
Alessia kept looking back noticing the way he was walking, but was impressed that Jurij had not said anything yet. In fact, for over an hour he walked beside her horse and not one time did he complain. When Alessia whoa-ed her horse; Jurij was not sure if he should say anything to her, or not. His itching had now changed to a burning sensation. Alessia climbed off of her horse and said “Jurij, I feel a little bad making you walk while I ride. You may get on and ride a ways and when it’s time to stop, we can switch. She helped him climb up into the saddle, secured his feet to the stirrups, and then tied his noose to the horse’s neck. Alessia took the reins and effectively gagged him with them, wrapping them several times around his head. She walked ahead of her horse for 2 solid hours. When she stopped, Jurij’s ass hurt so much he was in silent tears; fearful of irritating her, not wanting to tell her anything was wrong. She stopped under a big old oak tree with plenty of branches. When she came around to untie his neck and mouth, she reached to help him down. She noticed the tears, and asked, “Jurij whatever is the matter?”
He shook his head and wouldn’t answer her. She gently touched his cheek and said quietly, “Jurij please tell me what is wrong.”
Crying, he blurted out, “My groin and my rectum feel like they are on fire right now. May I please get up and take off these trousers, please? I beg you, Commandress.”
“You may Jurij, let’s see what is the matter.”
She helped him down, and assisted him with removing his trousers, not untying him just removing the trousers.
“Bend over Jurij, let me see.”
She slapped his ass when he didn’t move fast enough. When she saw his ass and the back of his balls, she began to giggle, “Jurij, I am so sorry, it seems I gave you the wrong leaves to wipe with, you have a poison ivy rash that is almost raw, lucky for you Jurij, you aren’t bleeding yet, but I suppose I will have to let you be naked right now, so that air can get to that and help dry it out. I am awful glad I didn’t need to have a bowel movement this morning. I must have remembered the wrong list…good thing I didn’t pick any mushrooms for us to eat.” Giggling more, and definitely not sounding sorry at all.
“But I do have to pee, so down on your knees mal’chik and take care of this full bladder for me.” He begrudgingly complied; she could see the look of disgust on his face.
She took a few items out of her bag and sat down under the tree.
“Come over here Jurij, I want you to lie on your stomach right here in front of me, please.”
Jurij, looked angry, but he did as he was told. She looked into his eyes and said, “We will need to stay here, until your ass heals, I can’t parade you around naked, and you can’t wear trousers right now, so you are going to take this canvas and make me a make shift tent for the night, and if you’re a good mal'chik, I will allow you to lick my pussy when you are finished. So you better start by getting that look off of your face.”
Jurij did what was asked of him and that night by the fire, she did indeed allow him to give her pussy pleasure.
For the next two days, Jurij and Alessia stayed by that oak tree. He spent many hours showing her pussy his gratitude for not having to move much.
During the night, the horse got spooked and ran away, there was high wind and a couple of loud crashes in the woods. When Alessia awoke she noticed the mare was gone. Now they would both be walking. She woke Jurij up and said “Come on, sleepyhead let’s get going we have a long ways to go today.”
Jurij slowly stirred and knew he must get right up or take the chance of angering her.
He began his morning ritual of going away from where they were, urinating and having a bowel movement. He washed up in the creek and arrived back at Alessia’s side.
As he approached, he noticed that she had been squatting down half naked. “Commandress, I am thirsty, may I have something to drink.”
“No Jurij, you took too long at the creek, I have just wasted your morning fluid…now you will have to wait a few hours. Get our things packed up so we can go.” She didn’t seem angry but she didn’t seem happy either.
Jurij obediently packed up their few belongings and they began to walk. He had to admit, his ass and balls did not feel as though they were on fire today. They walked for a few hours. The next break they took, Alessia had to pee again and Jurij eagerly drank his morning beverage.
Despite the salty taste, it didn’t seem to be as bad as that first time. Perhaps it was the fact that he knew she loved when he drank it? He almost seemed to enjoy his beverage that his Commandress was providing for him.
Alessia grew curious: “Tell me mal’chik : How do you like my salty nectar?”
“I must admit that although I'm disgusted by it, I also feel somehow bewitched by it. After all this liquid something has been inside your adorable body before and now it somehow ‘occupies’ my own body. Like poison would do!”
“Better think of it as medicine, that Dr Alessia has prescribed, my dear! It might taste awful but not taking it will harm you much worse.
I am trying to educate you. And I must work from the inside out as well as the outside in. The knowledge that my liquid is always inside you will make you feel more dependent to me. Oh – how I love that thought.”
“I can see that! In fact I am a little worried by the joy you seem to have when you have forced me to wear your uniform as well as to accept your pee. I'm starting to fear that you take me on a way where I will slowly loose my whole personality to you. What will be left of me in the end? Will it be still enough to be loved by you?”
“Where have you learned to get so poetic, my dear?” Alessia mocked in amused irony. “Still my honest answer would be: We will have to see how much will be left of your personality at the end! For the moment it is still enough to keep my entertained! But as your fate will remain in my hands, you better take care not to piss me off anymore!”
“You scare me!”
“And scared of me is what you should be, Jurij. Parts of me still want to be nice to you, but there other parts inside me that want to overpower you. Overpower you throughout your entire being. And these parts are actually getting stronger and stronger. And this parts of me will surely not tolerate any disobedience from you nor any disrespect.”
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