What do i get out of it?
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Posted:Aug 27, 2020 12:33 pm
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2021 10:19 am 3108 Views
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I say i wanna be a real slave.
Most people can't understand why i would want that. What do i get out of it?
First, i am in awe of powerful, assertive alpha women. i love being around them. i love assisting them. i love being bossed around by them. i love making their life easier and more enjoyable.
Second, i wish take the dynamic even further. What's more natural than a dominant Goddess who is strict, controlling, and maybe even a little bit sadistic, having absolute authority over a person?
That's what i want. be treated as a slave and feel as completely owned as possible with no say in any decisions. My sole purpose being obey, serve and please my Mistress.
Not role-playing, but real life.
i've always known i was a slave. i have a compliant personality. i'm good at following instructions. i like the structure having rules and protocols. this feels natural .
'What about the "bad" parts of slavery?' you might ask.
The loss of freedom do what i want? Being forced do humiliating things? Living in fear of painful punishments?
Over my lifetime, i've become mentally conditioned being micro-managed, degraded and abused. i've learned submit without resistance, embrace the shame, and actually crave harsh treatment.
As a lowly slave, i know in my heart that i'm not equal other people. i have no expectation of ever receiving respect or fairness. i was born serve.
So what do i get out of it?
I get be .
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3 Days of Torture
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Posted:Apr 26, 2020 2:25 am
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2021 10:20 am 3225 Views
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i hadn't been back to California to visit my relatives in seven years when Mistress ordered me to cross the country to go see them. During this time, my slave duties would be suspended and i would be a free person for three days.
After 24/7 service for seven years, i am very well trained and totally obedient. However, other than running routine errands i rarely get out of Mistress's house.
The flight was uneventful except for when the metal detector went off due to my chastity device. The TSR took me to a room where i had to pull down my pants. The guard snickered at the size of my small cage and told me i can go through.
Normally i'm kept naked, so it felt strange wearing clothes and i missed the weight of my cuffs and collar. i was happy i still had my chastity device at least.
i was staying with my sister's family. The first awkward moment came when her husband asked me what i do for a living. i studdered for a moment, then said i worked in the hospitality industry and was in town for a meeting.
Conversations were difficult. i was completely rusty at small talk. Normally i'm required to remain silent unless responding to my Mistress. On top of that, i'm used to eye restrictions and i always found myself looking downward.
Eating at the table and using utensils was awkward also, since i normally eat out of a bowl on the floor.
Everyone kept telling me to relax, but the anxiety built up and up and i always found myself doing some kind of housework to make the time pass.
The first night, I tried laying on a bed for the first time in years. Sleep was impossible. The bed was simply too soft. I finally dozed off when i laid down on the floor like I do at home.
The next day when it was time for my "meeting," i took an Uber downtown and hung out in Mr. S Leather for a few hours.
That night everyone got together at a nice Mexican restaurant. On the rare occasions when i accompany Mistress to a restaurant, she usually orders the most inexpensive item for me. So i ordered the least expensive dish on the menu along with a water.
After another night on the floor of the guest room, i was ready to head home.
The funny thing was even when my Mistress was thousands of miles away, i still had an intense fear of making a mistake and displeasing Her. She is very strict and i am in constant terror of getting my ass thrashed with Her cane.
i finally got back to Florida late at night. Mistress and her lover were already asleep. i was so happy to be back in my element. Naked, collared, and dedicated to making my Owner's life more comfortable.
It was nice seeing everybody back home, but three days away from Mistress was like three days of torture. i missed Her strength and guidance so much. Suddenly getting my ass thrashed with Her cane didn't seem so bad anymore.
i smiled with contentment as i curled up in my spot under the stairs. As i drifted off to sleep i went over my tasks for tomorrow.
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The 60-year-old Virgin
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Posted:Apr 8, 2020 10:45 pm
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2021 10:20 am 3346 Views
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I've never been a date. I've never had a romantic kiss. And I've never had sexual intercourse with a Woman.
You see, when i was years old, i learned about Mistresses and slaves, and that's when i realized i was a slave and that was i ever wanted be. However. discovering i was a slave and actually becoming a slave are two different things.
i called some of the numbers in the magazines, but no commercial Dominatrix wanted anything do with a . i was having enough trouble being bullied at school, so NO WAY was i telling everyone that i was a submissive wannabe slave, although they kind of figured it out anyway.
i fumbled around as a "stealth slave" for a number of years. By stealth slave, i mean i was able secretly serve vanilla Women by doing various chores, favors, etc. They just thought i was a nice guy. In college, i managed find jobs with bossy vanilla Female supervisors and i worked slavishly hard please them and make them look good.
These tactics helped get somewhat of a submission fix, but i never got any sexual opportunities out of it. And i was too scared to confide to any Female that i wanted to be Her slave.
The closest i ever came to having sex with a Woman was on a fishing trip in Mexico. i was years old and with some male friends in Ensenada when some Hookers us in a bar offering us "fuckito." Nothing happened, especially since we had to get early for fishing the next morning.
However, in my infinite wisdom, i decided end my virginity that night and went back by myself experience "fuckito." I found one of the Hookers we met earlier and negotiated a price. She led me upstairs to a dirty green room, sat me on the bed and asked for the money ($20). i gave it to Her. She stuck it in her bra and then started screaming. Some thugs immediately rushed in, wrestled me out the back way and tossed me into an alley.
i got up, dusted myself off, and was glad i didn't suffer any serious injuries. So i guess i did get "fucked" that night, just not the way i expected.
i didn't meet my first proper Mistress until my early 20s. She taught me that slaves don't fuck, they get fucked.
So since then, i've only had slave sex. Meaning i've been fucked with a strap-on countless times, i've kissed asses in a worshipful way, and on rare occasions i've been allowed supervised masturbation, of course, licking up my own cum afterward.
But, thanks to an Ensenada realizing i was just slave meat and not worthy of "fuckito," i can make the claim that i'm still a virgin today.
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Born to be a Slave (Part 1)
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Posted:Apr 4, 2020 2:58 pm
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2021 10:21 am 3714 Views
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There are many different reasons why people become slaves. For me it comes naturally.
From my earliest memories, i was always fascinated with the common situation of cartoon characters and television actors being tied . i always identified with the slaves in the gladiator movies and wished it was in chains. i experimented with self-bondage at a very young age without any idea that such a thing existed.
Other could always tell i was different. i had no friends and was bullied through school. i was constantly called names, excluded from other ' groups, told i was gross and that no one would ever like me. But i was OK with the never ending degradation and humiliation. i had feelings of shame and unfair treatment, but i didn't resent the abuse because inside i knew it was justified. i was not the equal of other .
i must have been giving off some seriously submissive pheromones. i didn't get beat up much, but i was coerced into to doing degrading things like letting other boys spit in my mouth, force me to eat dirt, give up my lunch money, carry their books and do their homework. i could have fought them off, but i liked being dominated and bossed around.
When i was eleven, a brought a set of handcuffs to school and some boys jumped me and cuffed my hands behind me through a chain-link fence. A group of boys and girls quickly gathered around laughing at me. I struggled to escape and then suddenly a wet stain appeared on the front of my pants. They all thought i peed in my pants. In reality it was my first ejaculation. i was a playground legend after that and mocked for years.
Probably a good thing my school days happened before smartphones and social media.
At home, my dad and step-mom found i was fast and efficient at doing chores, so the list kept getting longer and longer. Vacuuming and sweeping the floor, cleaning the toilets, washing/drying the dishes and putting them away, mowing the lawn, taking out the trash, cleaning up spills and messes, were all my jobs.
My sister never had to do anything, but i didn't complain much and never even considered rebelling. i liked being given chores and i was happy to comply. Following orders seemed to be hardwired into my brain and it just came naturally.
In my spare time, i'd tie myself up and pretend i was in some bondage situation i saw on TV. I probably had my first 100 ejaculations that way. It took a very long time before i discovered i could just do it with my hand.
When i was fifteen, the family had to go to Portland, Oregon, for my grandfather's funeral. At a downtown newsstand, i saw a bondage magazine on the rack. i couldn't believe it. i never knew there were Mistresses and slaves before. i was elated because this is what i always knew i was and what i always knew i was meant to be.
i am a slave. i have been since day one.
Note: This is a true story.
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Born to be a Slave (Part 2)
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Posted:Apr 4, 2020 2:56 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2024 6:23 am 3482 Views
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i'm convinced that my childhood fascination with bondage, my school experiences with abuse and humiliation, and my homelife of relentless chores were NOT the cause of me becoming a slave in later life.
i believe my formative years were the effect of already having a slave mentality.
Somehow it felt right for me be used, abused and embarrassed. i sometimes felt ashamed at what i was forced do, but i accepted that i was what i was, and overall i was pretty cheerful and happy.
i went a Catholic school and the nuns sussed out right away that i was someone they could pick on. Sister Catherine was very strict. The penalty for talking in class was She would draw a circle on the chalkboard and the student would have come the front of the class and keep their nose in the circle for the rest of the school day. If they turned around, they got whacked with a pretty severe stick.
Other received the punishment also, but i probably got 90% of the chalkboard time. Sometimes i got the blame for others talking, but i think i subconsciously (or maybe consciously) wanted it.
There was a nun who ran the class a few grades lower who would make students stand against the wall with tape over their mouths all through lunch hour if they talked during Her class. , how i wished i was in Her classroom.
My teacher the next year, Sister Charles, gave swats for talking. You'd have come in front of the class, put your hands on your ankles and BAM. i got a lot of swats from Her and eventually i was kicked out of the school.
The teachers in public school were much more laid back. i didn't get in much trouble anymore. i was actually a good student and getting good grades was easy. But even with a fresh start and all new classmates, it wasn't long before i was again being bullied, taunted and excluded.
By sixth grade, a lot of the boys were getting Girlfriends, but not . Although i was tall, physically strong, and reasonably good looking, Girls wanted nothing do with . Females seemed instinctively know they were superior and i was nothing.
i don't remember how it started, but in seventh grade i let a very hot blonde Girl (out of my league) apply makeup one of my eyes. i was ecstatic get the attention from Her. Then the other students saw it and i was mercilessly snickered at and ridiculed. i finally ran out of the classroom in the middle of class the restroom and washed it off. Told the teacher i felt sick and ran out to barf.
i never had a Girlfriend. Never even came close. That was an unobtainable goal. i never had a date. Never even kissed a Girl.
i'd do lame things like ask what time it was just to get a Girl to talk to me. She would tell me the time, end of conversation.
Then, as i mentioned in part one, quite by accident i discovered the world of Female Domination. i learned that i'm simply not one of those males who date Women. i'm not worthy of being a Woman's love interest.
No. My only place around Women is as a slave who is totally submissive, obeys without question, and lives for my Owner's happiness.
i was born to be a slave.
Note: This is a true story.
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I Surrender
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Posted:Jul 10, 2019 9:44 am
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2021 10:19 am 3197 Views
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It's a process.
First you're intrigued by the fantasy of being submissive, but you would never actually do it.
Over time your resistance breaks down and you try it. Why not? It's just a test. An experience. And it's exciting at first. But then the guilt sets in. You're getting in too deep. You get scared. Where am I going with this? You feel you need a reset and to get back to normal life.
However the desire and the urges don't go away. You try to fight it. You might have vanilla relationships because that's what society expects of you.
Conform. Fit in. Don't be a perv. But you can't get it of your mind.
There are lapses in your willpower. And with the Internet it's so easy to find fellow kinksters.
It's a vicious cycle. You have numerous starts and reboots over months, years, maybe even decades.
Then it happens.
You reach the tipping point. You realize there's no use fighting it.
You begrudgingly admit this is who I am.
And you surrender.
Congratulations. Your life as you knew it is now over. You have finally found your true purpose.
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Whoa! I must be kinkier than I thought!
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Posted:Jul 6, 2019 4:55 pm
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2021 10:21 am 3302 Views
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I just found that I have a blog post that was banned. Not sure exactly what the issue is since it covered topics found on this site's kink search. But yeah, it was a pretty edgy piece.
You see, when I write I try to take you on an emotional journey. And, since I write from the slave perspective, it means I'm usually describing emotions associated with submission and obedience. Fun stuff like fear, anxiety, pain, humiliation, uncertainty, self-denial, vulnerability, selflessness and constant pressure 24/7.
Just the real everyday emotions we feel when we give all our rights and decision-making power to another person.
Writing something too kinky for the #1 kink site on the Internet? It's kind of a badge of honor in a way.
Stay tuned for the next installment of my slave adventures.
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The Good Slave's Guide
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Posted:Jun 26, 2019 8:23 am
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2021 11:56 am 3542 Views
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In May 1955, Housekeeping Monthly magazine published a legendary article titled "The Good Wife's Guide," detailing all the ways a wife should act and properly treat her husband. Flashing forward to the present time, now we know they had it backwards and women should be in charge. This piece is adapted from that famous article and would certainly be good advice for any FLR, M/s, or D/s household today.
1. Have dinner prepared. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for Her return. This is a way of letting Her know you have been thinking about Her and are concerned about Her needs. She's probably hungry when She gets home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome She needs.
2. Prepare yourself. Take minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when She arrives. Take a shower, shave off any stubble on your face or body and be fresh-looking. Straighten your collar, cuffs, and chastity cage. Be your best to submit to Her completely.
3. Be cheerful and interesting for Her. Her boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
4. Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your Mistress arrives. Run a dustcloth over the tables. Double check all household chores and tasks assigned to you are completed and ready for Her inspection.
5. Make sure the room is heated to the exact temperature your Mistress prefers. Use air freshener or incense to add her favorite scent. Be prepared to pamper Her in all ways to help Her to unwind. This will give you a lift too. After all, catering to Her comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
6. Minimize all noise. At the time of Her arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Your Mistress should feel She has reached a haven of rest and order.
7. Be happy to see Her and eager to follow any command without hesitation.
8. Greet Her with a warm smile, passionately kiss her shoes and show sincerity in your desire to serve and please Her.
9. Listen to Her. You may have a dozen important things to tell Her, but the moment of Her arrival is not the time. Let Her talk first - Her topics of conversation are more important than yours.
10. Never greet Her with complaints. Remember your purpose is to please and serve your Mistress to the best of your ability, not cause problems.
11. Be patient. If She comes home late, or goes out to dinner or other places of entertainment without you, or even if She stays out all night, your job is to wait. Remember, Her life doesn't resolve around you, your life revolves around Her.
12. Make Her comfortable. Help Her lean back in a comfortable chair or lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for Her to enjoy while you massage Her feet.
13. Arrange Her pillow, take off Her shoes and bring Her anything She wants. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
14. Never question Her actions, judgment or integrity. Remember, She is the master of the house and as such will always exercise Her will. You are a slave and have NO right to question Her.
15. A good slave always knows its place.
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Slave "Coming Out" Letter
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Posted:Jun 21, 2019 10:43 pm
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2021 10:22 am 3509 Views
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At some point, it may be necessary to tell friends or family about my kinky lifestyle. If i was entering into an all-in extreme enslavement arrangement, my "coming out" letter might go something like this:
Dear __________,
I am writing this letter to let you know what is going on with me and to tell you about a major change in my life.
What I'm about to reveal will probably come as a shock.
I've been seeing someone for the last six months and it has gotten serious. But we're not lovers. In fact, we're not even friends. You see, I am a slave and Mistress _________ is my owner. This isn't fantasy or role playing. It's very strict, real-life servitude.
Last week I signed a contract pledging 100% obedience and submission to her for the rest of my life. I have renounced all rights and she has complete authority over everything I do. This means whatever she tells me to do, I am required to do. I have no say in what I can or can't do and if I ever fail to meet her expectations, I am harshly punished.
To be reminded of my slave status, I now wear an unremovable steel collar and some other unmentionables. And yes, whips, chains and verbal degradation are part of it too.
My actions are continually controlled and my time is highly micro-managed. I need permission for everything. For example, I'm not allowed to eat what I want, wear what I want, watch TV, check my email, sit on furniture, speak, or even make eye contact without permission. Not being allowed to do things that normal people do every day without a thought perpetually reinforces to me that I am a slave with no rights or privileges.
My life is all about orders and obedience and my only concern is my Mistress's comfort and pleasure. I have a heavy workload of chores and personal servant duties along with protocols, rituals and endless inspections. If Mistress is ever displeased, I am made to endure fairly extreme discomfort for prolonged periods. This motivates me do do my best at all times.
You might be asking yourself why would I want this.
All my life I've been in awe of powerful, assertive women. I love being around them. I love helping them. Frankly, I love being bossed around by them too.
Mistress ____________ brings out this aspect of me like no other. All it takes is a command or even a stern glance from her and I feel powerless and compliant. I always knew deep down that I was meant to be a slave. So I'm really excited about this opportunity fulfill my dreams and I'm so thankful that Mistress has accepted me as her property. I am her slave body, mind, and soul.
Best regards,
________________________
P.S. Thank you Mistress for allowing me to write this letter. I'm grateful for the modifications you made and especially for removing the sections you didn't approve of.
P.P.S. Please rest assured that this relationship is completely consensual. This is what I want.
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"Yes Mistress"
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Posted:Jun 17, 2019 12:35 pm
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2019 8:46 am 3236 Views
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i normally have a deep voice. Some even call it booming. All my life people have told me i should have gone into broadcasting.
However, when i'm serving You, i not only abide by Your rules and restrictions on speech in general, i also maintain a very submissive voice tone. This means more than just dialing back the volume and depth of my voice. The confident, assertive tone i normally use needs to melt away into a humble, compliant tone showing my eagerness to please.
As befitting my status as a slave, i always make sure i'm super polite and respectful because i know any show of frustration, anger or snark will be dealt with harshly.
i find that using my "slave voice" makes me more submissive and obedient.
In psychology, they teach that men are conditioned to be aggressive to avoid shame. That may be some truth to that. In sports and business i can be as aggressive as anybody.
But i find no shame in submitting to a superior Female.
Whether it's everyday obedience where i do whatever You tell me to do, to kinky activities like licking the dirt off the soles of Your shoes, to enduring whatever discipline or punishments You deem necessary, i take great pride in being Your slave.
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