The five stages of slavery - Acceptance

Hello masters and slaves



We are gathered here today to give our final words to the soul of the man who was once the beast


He has gone to a place from where few men have dared to go


We will miss him



Or not

 

As an unknown man on an unknown place would never have gathered such a interested crowd to listen to his story and willing to see the beast he once harbored within his heart


But for the most curious ones I give you how it came to this place for all of you to see and a chance to admire what he as become



Listen to the beginning of the end of his story



It will be worth it



The beast has taken over the body of the man he once was



The numbness from yesterday still remains in the mind


The night was a troubled one



The dreams it had seemed as real as life


They had form and sustenance now and they called out for it


They were neither pleasant dreams nor nightmares


But they gave it no rest




No rest for the wicked ones, some would say



Everything it touched seemed strange, almost unreal
 

The soft bed, the soundless rooms


It all did not seem to be his




The cold shower brought no relief to the fire that was burning inside of it


The breakfast food seemed tasteless and colorless like eating dirt from the floor



It dressed up for work as it did everyday


The clothing felt uncomfortable, almost suffocating


But there was no more time to spare


It was already late to go to work



It picked up the transportation to get to work


The people felt strange like they were puppets on a string, pretending they were really alive


Some of them acted as if they did not see it, while others looked at it, with empty eyes


Cold and lifeless


That coldness seemed to want to enter it


All it wanted was to run away from that


But it stood strong and endured



It arrived at the office where he sat on the desk, returning to that maniacal work it has been doing before


Those that knew it before came over and asked if something was wrong


Everything is fine it said, pretending that it was


But it wasn't



It felt wrong



Time went its usual way


Slow


Boring


Until exit time finally arrived and it went back to the cage it called home



He looked at the dark empty house


It seemed better that way



It found a corner to place itself and laid there


Alone


Thinking about what had happened and was going to be its life from now on


Facing the numbness of everyday life



It needed answers that it could not find on its own


It found the mobile on its pocket and called the only number that could be of some help



A meeting was set on a park


The beast sat on a bench


Lost in its mind, trying to figure out what to say and what to do



The one he called for came



Greetings were exchanged and they sat down


The beast tried to explain the best it could what it felt inside


He heard its story in silence


When it ended there was nothing to hear but the sound of the wind



He looked into its eyes with a deep strong stare


- I have seen many slaves in my days


- Those that have touched and embraced their dreams have found real life too dim


- But perhaps that was already their perception and the reason why they decided to take this route


- You have to find purpose in your life... or you have to find relief from your life



- What was learned cannot be forgotten


- All you can do is go forward from this point


- Choose the life you want to live or to live both lives.



- If you choose a life of servitude you will have to accept the loss of friends, family and everything you have built in your life


- If you choose a life without servitude, the numbness will go away eventually but the desire will grow inside


- You will have to be vigilant not to let it show its head as it will seek to destroy the new cage you will have to build


- If you live a double life you will have to figure out the balance between them


- Living both lives to the fullest demands an effort that few can take.




- Whatever your choice is you will have to accept it




- You can change the choice you make if you can't take it


- But be warned that nothing will happen without consequences



- Make the best choice you can


- I cannot make that choice for you



- If you aim to be all that you can be, I can take you down that road and give a purpose to that life




He left and the beast was alone with its thoughts




A choice was made
 

And we are here today




If you have found the story to your interest, step right up and see the show


Watch how the beast was tamed by his Master's hand



See all that he has learned


All that he has become




I give you no assurance that this show with have a happy ending


But I can assure you it will mesmerize you like the sirens' song




So come inside and be amazed



You will want to see it never end




To finish - the final step

Blog's first anniversary: The experience - A first person account - Master's side notes

I will give you my thoughts regarding this set of posts that I transcribed and translated


First and foremost the contents of the text are 95% of the original posts that my slave made


The 5% that I added were small corrections, a change of the dynamics of the text so it could be more readable and some extra context information that was lost when he wrote it and that I saw of interest in adding to the benefit of the readers
 

But these were his words nevertheless



Unlike the Package Delivered story that became a real event for some of my slaves, this one was a recollection of the events that happened during one of my trainings that became a written story



What is there to grasp, you may ask


The aim of my trainings is not the sex that comes with it



For that you do not need to come that far to have a master


You can just have a boyfriend, a buddy or one-time with someone you find somewhere near you



The aim of my trainings is also not the pain and the torture at someone's hand


You have done me no harm to deserve it


And I do not require a piece of meat to pound to feel any gratification



The aim of my trainings is not providing you a body to adore



A slave should come looking for a Master to serve and to learn all that he can from that experience


To connect on a deeper level, transcending both pleasure and pain


Finding peace amongst all the chaos that surrounds him


Finding me as the safe ground where he can face all fears and become stronger from facing them



My true goal is the destruction of all barriers within until I can have the total surrender of a slave in my hands


There is no need to use a hammer when you can use a feather


But you are required to know how to use both



Some of my previous slaves may recognize what is described in this recount of events


It is part of the initiation training I perform for newcomers


There are common elements between in those trainings but none is exactly the same


What they have lived with me is the bond that connects them



No slave is exactly the same


Each slave has different needs and those needs require different ways to approach them



Anyone can use a tool to do a job


You can do it poorly and try to forget about it or you can do it with perfection and be proud of what was accomplished
 


Practice makes perfection


And the more practice you have the better the task is done



I am not perfect and do not aim for that


But I am experienced enough to know what needs to be done and how it should be done



Success is achieved when a heart is changed and a lesson is learned


This contract and the training that came with it have ended



The next step is not up to me to choose for him


His path is his own, as is of any slave that searches me out, when the contract reaches its end


But a doorway is opened a bit more, allowing him to explore more and with more confidence until he finds in his path amongst all possible choices



What should you choose to do


And for that choice, how far are you willing to go to break the chains that lock you up


That is up to you to discover



Have a merry Christmas


And may Santa bring you what you need

Blog's first anniversary: The experience - A first person account - Part three

At the scheduled time I was at my Master's home and politely invited to enter.

He took me into his room.

He gave me his command.


- Strip down.


And he left.

I did as requested.



Shortly after he returned.


- Put my boots on.


- This time the session will take more time to prepare than to actually have action.


For me the time of preparation was and is practice time.

The time he takes to take items in and out of his boxes and try them on me is both very erotic and stimulating.

He first selected a chain to put around my neck big enough to suit me. Having it placed in the proper location he removed the chain around my ankle and placed the removed lock on my neck chain.

Afterwards he placed a metal belt around my waist to which he placed a chastity device. This device has a metal tube with a small opening for pissing.

My penis was completely tight inside the tube. Shortly after I got an erection and my skin got caught in the piss opening. Any touch on that opening revealed itself very painful as he demonstrated me.

Afterwards he placed on me an arm-binder and my arms were very tight behind my back. My hands stood at my ass level inside the sleeve.

He bent me over the bench and opened up my legs. He touched and kissed giving me pleasure but shortly after I found myself penetrated by what I realized after was a butt plug.

The pain from its entry was so intense that I had to get up.

It was only later that I realized that the device had a vibrating system as it had a wire linked to a remote hanging from my ass.


Right after the pain my Master caressed me as he leaned over. I could feel his hard cock against me and I surrendered myself to his cares, would almost say cuddles that he was giving me.

He dressed me afterwards with a black aviator's zipped suit and closed it all the way to the neck. He placed a thick winter's jacket and a black hat.


- Come.


- Let's take a walk.



He directed me to the house door and walked with me out of the building and into the street.


- Walk slowly by my side and watch where you put your feet. I don't want you to fall.



We walked up the street not saying a single word.

He took me to a empty street where he stopped. He placed me against a wall and looked me in the eyes.


- This is where the game begins.


- You will count for three minutes. It's 180 seconds to count.


- Afterwards you will walk to the garden up ahead. I will be waiting for you near the underground parking lot.


He opened my jacket, turned on the vibrator and closed it back again.


- Start counting.


And he left me.

Alone in the dark.  With a highly suspicious look. Unable to move my arms with my ass shaking from the plug. And I could not see him anymore.

I start the count.


- One... two...


I have to confess that I was restless from this situation.

There was no place to go except forward. Trying to make myself invisible to others and hoping that he will be there when I arrived.


- ...one hundred and eighty.


I started my walking watching my step as I would be unable to get up if I fell.

I kept walking until I arrived at the designated location but he was nowhere to be seen and I could not stop. Where is he ?


Out of the blue he came from behind me.


- Very well.


- These must have been the worst three minutes of your life. But you managed to do it.


- I had be watching your route. You were not in any real danger except for the perception of danger in this situation.


He pointed the way.


- Come.


While we walked he spoke of the experience of this 3 day training and his vision of its purpose.


- In this life you have two types of people around you.


- You have the ones who don't care shit about you. And the ones who care for you.


- The ones that do only want the best for you. But in the end only you know what is best for you.


- Retain what you want out of this experience, of this game, of your life.


- Find out what fulfills you and go for it.


- Sex is not the aim of this game. The real reward doesn't come from there.


- It is up to you to find out what is.



We arrive at his house, to the place where it all began.

He removed the items I had been dressed with, piece by piece. Like in a ritual, he caressed each part of my exposed body as it became exposed. Only the  chastity device remained in its place.


- Now you will feel what it means to get fucked and not be allowed the pleasure of it.


He handcuffed me and placed a isolation hood made of leather over my face with only a small hole over the mouth.

I was left there with nothing to see or hear and positioned on my knees.

I felt his hard cock entering my ass with all his strength.

He lifted me up, laid me down, turned me over and placed my body in all possible positions while fucking me, over and over. My tight penis locked away on the chastity device stopped reacting to the stimulation and I ceased to get an erection.

My anus got all the attention it needed.

Perhaps in time I can get my focus on my ass and get my exclusive pleasure from it. But this time the discomfort was bigger than the pleasure.


A few minutes had passed and he positioned me on my knees with my hands on the floor behind my back, leaving my chest up and exposed.

Shortly after I felt something warm dripping over it and I understood that my Master had ejaculated over me.


He cleaned me over and unlocked me from all my restraints. He helped me up and placing himself in front of me gave me a full body hug to which I gave myself with pleasure.

I thanked him with all my heart for the experience that he gave me, for his dedication and commitment that allowed my full surrender to happen.

He told me to get dressed and left.

He returned when I was ready. He handed me over the chain he had locked around my neck with the padlock and gave me with a souvenir from the experience that had ended on that moment.

The padlock was handed with one key, being the other in his care next to the other ones of my slave brothers that had gone before me.

He told me the moment I wanted to return I would only have to have the chain and the lock and I would get the chance to learn more.

He led me to the door.


We said goodbye and I left.



The contract was over and I was free again.

Proceed to Master's side notes.

Blog's first anniversary: The experience - A first person account - Part two

The chain that I bring around my ankle is starting to annoy me.

I understand now how the chastity device that was to be placed on me would have been really bothersome and I am relieved that it didn't happen.

The chain is really doing its work as a castration device. I had a sexual proposal from someone I would really enjoy being with but as soon as I remembered that I had a chain tied to my ankle I gave up the invitation... it works.


As for the surrender... I have double feelings.

One side of me just wants to deliver myself again without reservations as I made in the first session. On the other  I do not have the desire to surrender to a master that does not attract me sexually.


I feel like letting myself go in his arms and not do anything except follow him with all of my essence.

This feeling of surrender is similar to the one you feel as you rest in the lap of someone you hold dear in your heart, like a mother or a father. You know that he will protect us and we just accept how they are and whatever they do.


I was left with a little souvenir on my ass from the spanking of the last session ... just a little small one. I imagine that the pain that will be inflicted on me will be greater than on the first session. Just by thinking about it gives me a hardon, even though it also scares me a lot.

Two days have passed and it has come the time for my second training with my Master. 

I was more confident than before and came prepared to serve him without reservations.

When I arrived he took me to the room like the last time and on the floor there were some items over the red carpet. A pair of handcuffs and ankle cuffs and a blindfold.

He told me to strip down, place myself on my knees on the carpet, place the items that I see on myself and to close the handcuffs with the arms on my back. 

I got an erection just from hearing his command.

Afterwards he closed the door and left me there to prepare myself.

I did as ordered.

Placed myself naked on the carpet with the cuffs and blindfold.

Long minutes passed before he came for me.

I was left there in the dark and took the time to breathe and focus myself on the Game that was about to start.

I felt him come into the room.

He touched me slowly several times over my body. This time I searched out for him, to feel him.

He took his time preparing things, entering and exiting the room until all was set, touching me constantly to which I responded affectionately with my body.

He started to stimulate me with several items touching my body. Cold heavy chains, sharp objects, pinching my nipples and touching several sensitive areas. In an instant my penis responded with an erection and I started to shake and having little spasms over my body.

Afterwards he carefully lifted me from the floor and he left me there standing and blindfolded as he was preparing the room. I could hear the chains and the boxes being dragged on the floor.

He sat me on a straight bench and laid me over it. He placed the leather restraint on my wrists and ankles that he chained to the bench leaving my arms over my head. He locked a bar to my feet so that I could not close my legs and there I was in that awkward and vulnerable position. 

He took the blindfold off and I was able to look into his eyes as he was sitting next to me.

- We are going to play a game, slave. A very simple game with very simple rules. 

- You say a number between one and ten. The rule is that you cannot repeat the numbers.

- You may stop the game at any time if you cannot not take anymore.

- Do you understand ?

I replied.

- Yes Master.

- Then tell me a number between one... and ten....

And I told him my number.

- Three.

He reached under me and grabbed a plastic bag. There were clothing pegs in it.

He opened the bag and slowly took three of them that he placed on my chest. 

- ...And now I begin.

He reached for the first one and placed it on my chest. I could feel the pinching on my skin that slowly began growing into pain that I replied to with a moan.

- ...One...

The remaining two were placed in different parts of my body each one with its own painful signature in my mind.

- ... Three. 

- Very well.

He stopped. He reached to the floor and grabbed a small bottle from which he took a liquid that placed on his hand.

He looked at me:

- A little bit of pain... a little bit of pleasure...

And began stroking my erect cock. 

- Do you want to continue ?

I replied.

- Yes...

And he asked me again.

- Then tell me a number... between one and ten.

He took his time saying the words, as if he wanted me to understand what he was saying.

I wanted to feel all that I was entitled to. And I ended up saying ALL the numbers he let me, without repeating a single one. At each time the countdown ended the same words were spoken and I was greeted with another moment of stroking. And the same question of the next number of my desire.

All over my body there were pegs. Arms, chest, torso, nipples, belly, scrotum, nut sac, legs. Forty pegs were stuck to them.

At each number the sensations grew over my body and by the time I got to the masturbation point I could no longer distinguish between pleasure and pain.

My cock was erect the whole time.

When the countdown ended he reached to me.

- Now the game will really begin.

He grabbed his metal ruler and began hitting the pegs like he was playing an instrument.

I moaned at each passage.

The pegs were stretching the skin in all directions and I was forced to take some deep breaths as the pain was almost unbearable. 

It was my song for his ears.

He stopped playing with me and threw away the ruler. He grabbed two of the pegs.

- Now it is time for me to count.

- One...


- Two...

And he pulled out the first with one hand and the second with the other. 

And he continued to another pair... 

- Three...


- Four...

and another... until all forty here gone. 

The pain from taking them out was stronger than putting them in.

In the end he rubbed, caressed and kissed the sensitive skin all over my body, increasing the strong sensations I already had. 

- Some pains come for a reason.

He released the legs from the bench but kept then on the bar. He raised my legs into the air and locked them to the chains that here hanging behind me from the ceiling.

He lubed my ass, put on a condom and penetrated me.

I was back to the sexual sensations, this time even stronger from all the stimulation I had received earlier. I began breathing intensely and increased my energy. I began to feel it spreading to my arms, torso and head and I began to twitch in pleasure. I felt an immense strength in my body, so big that it felt that I could break the chains that locked me against the wall.

As he stopped fucking me my energy went down again. And I was left there with my legs and my ass in the open air.

He unlocked me from that position and he placed a mask and a blindfold over my eyes and was left only with my mouth open. 

He began wrapping me in cellophane from my feet to the waist.

As he stopped I was almost without balance. He got a hold of me with his hands and stopped me from tumbling down.

- Trust me.


- I will not let you fall.

He returned to wrapping me until I was covered to my head, with only a hole for the mouth.

I was almost like a statue not being able to move and I began sweating and heating up.

He hold me from behind and spoke.

- This is the moment where you have to trust me.

- Do you trust me slave ?

I replied.

- Yes Master.

He began swinging me forward and backward until I was dropped on a mattress.

Then he came over me and placed his hard cock on my mouth. He did not force it in and waited until I took the initiative of sucking him. 

Which I did shortly after. 

Unable to move and overheated I sucked his cock as much as I could and I was again with an erection, now quite uncomfortable due to the plastic wrapping it.

He took his cock out and began opening holes on the plastic, first for nipples and my cock to come out and then for my wrists and ankles, that were then shackled.

He then laid over me with his body, letting his cock enter the hole where my cock went out and he just stood there, letting his weight be felt over my body.

Then he came off me and began opening my wrapping and as he did it he said:

- Like the butterfly that comes out of the coccoon to start a new life, so will you now come out of yours as a slave.

And now I was free into the open air.

He removed the mask and blindfold.

My first views were the black plastic wrapping spread around me and the cuffs connected by chains to my wrists and arms and his cock pointing to my mouth. I opened it and he placed his cock inside so that I could suck it.

When he was about to cum he removed it and ejaculated over my torso.

- This is how I brand you as mine, slave.

His warm semen began slowly draining over me.

He began cleaning me carefully so that no residues remained and removed the chains, except of course for the one around the ankle.

Then he leaned over me and we exchanged a warm full body hug.

Again I gave myself fully to this unknown man that rules over us during those moments of play.

He told me to get dressed, which I did and walked me to the door.

As I left he said:

- See you Thursday.

And I will.

Proceed to Part 3.

Blog's first anniversary: The experience - A first person account - Part one

For some time I have been searching for a slave that would be able to recount what it was like to be a slave under my contract


Although not intentionally, one of the slaves that endured the first contract decided to share his thoughts about what he went through and what was left of that experience after it all ended


For your entertainment I have decided to translate his text to English for the non-Portuguese speakers


It is not a full facsimile translation, but a close one nevertheless


For Portuguese speakers, I invite you to read from the original posts on his blog


http://cernunnoslusitano.blogspot.pt/2013/11/a-entrega-uma-experiencia-como-escravo.html


For the English speakers you may begin your readings


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Surrender:  My experience as a slave 

I have started something that I have felt the need for a long time and that was required for my growth as a person.

A small experience into the BDSM world as a slave.

This master has offered me as a challenge for my first contract, comprised of three short sessions to happen in separate days for two weeks.

I bring with me his iron chain locked around my ankle and whose key is kept by him until the end of the contract.

Besides this item it was also established that I would wear a chastity cage on my penis but due to some anatomical difficulties I was left loose locked to my personal promise not to have any sexual contact alone or with anyone else.

I have to say that I was relieved by not having to wear it for the duration of the training but at the same time I felt disappointed as I had prepared myself for such a task. I had felt aroused by the idea of being cock locked even though I had read from the internet that it would give me constant erections that would have become painful reminders of my slave state.

I've had my first session yesterday. It came a bit unexpected as I had scheduled with my master to start next week but as an opening appeared he asked me if I wanted to take the chance.

I accepted, of course!

As I walked to his house I could feel my heart beating rapidly and an emptiness on my stomach as I faced a route through a path unknown to me. There was a feeling of hesitation mixed with the excitement.. plenty of it.

He opened his door and gave me his greeting with a polite handshake and then drove me to a small room with only a small window high above. The room was mostly empty except for a big chair and a small red carpet where he placed me.

Sitting down he told me to strip and to kneel in front of him. I complied with his commands and was left there looking at his feet.

He asked me if I was sure that this was what I wanted and that I would not regret this choice afterwards. I reassured him that I was confident about taking this and that i would not back away.

He seemed pleased with my answer.

He got up and went to fetch a book from which he took some blank pieces of paper. He placed them at my feet along with a pen.

He asked me to pick up the pen and start to write his words.

I complied.

His words were the words that would bind my actions from this moment forward that I write below.

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Slave Contract

I, (my name), surrender my body and my mind to my Master.

I do so by my own free will and give myself without any barriers to you.

I deliver myself in your hands to learn all that I can.

I will accept both the pain and the pleasure and I will serve you with all that I am.

I will follow this contract until the very end and I will not regret this decision.

I give myself to you. May you feel pity for me.

The slave

(my signature)

The Master

(His signature)

Duration: Three sessions to happen over the period comprised of two weeks, starting of today, the 23rd of November of 2013

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He took the book along with the contract that I had written.

He placed himself behind me and planted the chain on my ankle and that I must carry day and night.

A constant reminder on the contract that binds us now.


He spoke to me of the duties and benefits of this sort of relationship. The requirement of total surrender and absolute trust in him as he is the only one that will be there for me in my hour of need. The one who can inflict pain and give me pleasure. That this surrender will supposedly provide me of freedom.

Freedom from my stigmas, my social roles and the masks that I use to hide myself. That this surrender will help me better know myself.



Having explained the basics he began preparing me for the training, placing a collar around my neck and restraints on my wrists and ankles.

He locked my hands behind my neck to the collar and placed me against the wall.

He asked me if I could count to twenty.

I replied affirmatively.

He told me to count on his mark.

Without seeing what happened came the first whip on my ass burning the flesh.

I counted.


One.


One whip came after the other. Each one coming on opposing buttocks or both. Taking its time.

In between this he played with me, touching and kissing the burning flesh and he leaned over me letting my body touch his as I faced my torment.

As I approached the end I got a chance to see the instrument of my torture. A metal ruler.

My body began to shake as the sexual energy grew in me and I fed it with my circular breathing, connecting each inhale and exhale.


The whips ended. He left.


And I was left there against the wall. Still shaking.



He returned shortly, without saying a word.


He prepared me for the next training.

He placed me on my knees with a small bench under the chest, locking my wrists to the legs and putting a cloth mask over my face, leaving only an opening for the mouth.

Ice started touching my back and ass closely followed by drops of hot wax. The swapping of the intense cold and the extreme warm over my body connected to the breathing and the helplessness of the position I was in, with my exposed anus and all locked up, helpless, intensified the sensations that I felt.

Then came the time when he opened my ass hole, first with his fingers followed by dildos. 

Then his cock came inside me. 

From that moment forward I began to give myself fully expressing my pleasure with my body even as he was still torturing me.

And I felt pleasure. Waves of pleasure went all over my body. 

And I wanted more, more sensations. Pleasure or pain. I didn't care.

But it ended.

He left me again alone on the room, still locked in the same vulnerable position, surrendered to my spasms, to my feelings.

He returned to prepare me for the next training.


The mask from my face was removed and words were exchanged.

My hands and feet were locked by chains while I stood on my knees.

He sited in front of me on the chair with a hard cock at my face level. He stood there stroking himself as I watched.

I understood I was there to serve him and give him pleasure.

I reached to him with my mouth and took his cock in me, for as long as he wanted.

Then he went for my nipples and as he enjoyed himself torturing them he came, letting him cum drip on me.


I let myself lean next to him as if I was on the lap of someone that takes care of us, nourishes and provides for our needs.

And the session reached its end on that moment.



He cleaned me and unlocked me and told me to get dressed.

When I finished he took me to the door and he remembered me of the next meeting as I left.




As I examine what happened yesterday I see that there is much more to it than just the actions of punishment and sexual satisfaction.


During the entire time he always took me with special care, helping me sit or get up and never hit me in an uncontrolled fashion.

Each time there was pain he did it in a calculated way almost like it was a cuddle. He did it like someone who takes care of something precious, something he likes and cares for.

The moment that I understood that I was there to give him pleasure and that we would give me back more in exchange whatever form that might be, was the moment that I allowed myself to take pleasure.

The feeling of letting go was truly liberating. Knowing that I would not need to fight, would not need to take possession, would not need to be the person that I took into that room.

He told me in the end that he would bring in the open what there was of the most sincere in me.

I am ready to give myself even more on our next session, that is scheduled for tomorrow.



I was left completely energized after the session. I was left to do my mundane tasks afterwards and I woke up today even more centered than before.



May tomorrow come soon for our next encounter.




Proceed to Part 2.

Xmas is coming - Pictures from the workshop

Do you consider yourself a good boy or a bad boy




Good boys stay at home playing with themselves...


... and bad boys come out to play




A small visit inside Santa's workshop to see what you can play with


The hardware to hold you to

and the software to keep you tight and busy for the night

I made an effort to fit everything in two pictures but the proportions got a little lost along the way


Not everything is there of course... just the enough to fill the room


Nevertheless I had to take two pictures as I could not fit even half on one



Properly placed the items that you see crammed in the room would occupy four times the space


The gear keeps growing year after year according to my ideas for the trainings of my slaves


Some items are hand made for one occasion and others reused



If you want to see what they can be used for, then you will have to come to me to find out


Let's see what Santa can bring for you... next year

Reflections under the moonlight

As the end of another year is upon us it is time to close the book and make the balance of all that has happened


In the beginning of this year I performed several changes to the way I offer my services to the slaves that search me


To the dismay of my local slaves I decided not to do sessions for slaves unbound by contracts

That would mean that they would no longer seek me out due to their own impediments



Even under these conditions I set myself for the goal of doing a slave training at least once a month


But instead of doing mere two hour sessions I decided to set the minimum bar at the weekend or the 3x2h mark



The reason for this change of heart was due to watching my usual slaves stuck on the same position showing no progress whatsoever nor any effort in that change


As my time became short to play this Game due to external elements, I saw the need within to step up my role as a true slave trainer instead of doing mere entertainment


To be all that I could be as a Master and to demand the same of the slaves that came under my wing



Considering the lack of personal freedom within the gay community in Portugal, I saw most of the Portuguese slave offerings as a dead end


I have to say this with great regret as I have always and will always enjoy training them, but very few are willing or able to truly become slaves even if just for a couple of hours a week



I understand their limitation but I see no point in providing time, gear and the work involved in preparing the trainings and cleaning up afterwards for mere inconsequential play


Many of them cannot see that


Nor cannot see the loop they are stuck in



So I took upon myself to redo my offering


I redefined my profile and I set up this blog to extend my ideas to the open mind of those willing to read them, having as a starting point the recon profile


Many see the blog as a joke as they cannot understand what they truly seek, seeing everything as a jerk off moment but not what lies beneath those desires



The purpose of this blog is to explain my views and what I have discovered over the years


The messages are there, exposed but not truly visible for the naked eye


But they are present and readable for the ones that have truly started this journey, even if only in the heart



This blog is not designed to attract readers or for a quick wank on your spare time


It is a map designed for exploration of all those unknown desires and emotions that hide within



In this map is the path to me and to the training I provide



Now, almost a year after the first post I have to say that I achieved the goal I set myself forth


Although according to my old standards I did very few sessions, the ones that happened were both stimulating and challenging


I have met slaves from very different backgrounds and stages but all with much more to offer than a mere body to play with



They had the will to experiment and to explore their deepest desires and limitations


And I took the role of guide in their journey into themselves



Unfortunately not everything succeeded as intended

In some cases even though I saw failure in such a task (and warned them about it) I agreed in participating in the experiment as it was their deepest desire to try it


They deposited in me their trust to do it


And it happened



I believe it is preferable to try and fail than not to try at all

Whatever comes should be embraced fully



In case you fail, you learn from the experience and figure out how you can succeed


And you keep trying until there is success



My place as a teacher is to provide the experiences required to make my slaves grow


Whatever the consequences that come afterwards



Not everything learned is easy to digest


But it is a requirement if you intend to break away from the cycle you are in



The encounters that I have had after this change has shown me that this task is still worth pursuing


And that the choice I have made is the correct one



I close this year but will leave the door open for those that seek to go further and are in need of someone that can take them to their next level and are not afraid to try



To all that have served me this year you have my regards and it is my wish that you will continue what was started



There is still a lot to learn

The five stages of slavery - Submission

Ladies and gentlemen, masters and slaves



Here we are again, gathered around the light of the fire to hear the story unfold


Feel free to sit by my side and listen to the path that has been chosen


From this point forward we delve inside the belly of the beast


Stay close so you don't get lost



There is no return from this point forward





Like all great inventions, the next stage begins by error




The beast roams the street on his way to the next encounter


He knows he will find dissatisfaction in this meeting


It will be his punishment



A punishment to appease the beast within


It cannot wait any longer



So he seeks the wrong guy


With his wrong ideas




At the arranged time he presents himself


A door is opened and a person arises


A greeting emerges as he enters the lair



Moving forward to meet his challenge he hears the door close behind him



In the mystical place where the action will occur, space folds upon itself and takes all players within



The world they are on is their own


There is no one to account for their actions


There is no place for them to return to



Each player takes his place on the board


And the Game begins




An order is given



Strip



The beast obeys



All covers are lost


All shadows removed



The master makes his move and puts the beast in its proper place


By lock and chain all exits are cut


Eyes can see no more


But all other senses remain



And the master leaves



Perhaps the master will not return and leave him to abandon


Or perhaps he will return and finish his torment forever



What fate would fit him best


He does not know



Time seems to have stopped



Seconds seem like hours


Minutes feel like days



And there the beast lies


Bound naked against the wall



Helpless


Motionless


His breath is his only companion



No place to hide remains




Fear begins to take its toll on the beast



He shakes like a drug addict waiting for his dosage


Moving in every direction but not moving at all


Fighting the air for a step forward but not gaining a single inch



Despair fills his mind as he cannot fight what he does not see or comprehend


Words are spoken but none will listen



Strength seems to falter at each attempt to break free



All words dry up on the mouth until none can come out


Tiredness eat up whatever desire there was to move



All that is left is to give up the fight


And surrender




When all is lost steps are heard


Each one louder than the previous one



The master has returned



Something makes contact upon the slave's flesh


A warm hand touches a cold wet body


Each touch brings shocks in this closed circuit



The beast does not know what to do


To scream for surrender only to be left alone again or to face the challenge to what he came to do.




Better to feel than not feel at all


The only thought left on the beast's mind



He gathers his final strength to muster his words



Take me.... Master



Completely bound and unable to move, a heart is opened


A dream touched and caressed finally finding its true Master


An act of true love is made



All shells are broken until all is exposed and there is nothing left to hide


There is no need for that



All is given and all is taken


Gladly


Without effort




The Game ends and reality returns


Final compliments are exchanged and the path back home begins



Cold air touches the face


The mind feels numb but the heart is appeased


Each step seeming lighter than before




He finally arrives at his home after the long walk


Removing all of his clothing he heads for the bathroom for the deserved shower.



Stopping by the mirror on his way to the bath he gasps at what he sees


Words appear in his mouth



What have I done



He cannot see himself anymore


He has become his dream




The beast is born




How will the story end you may ask


You will know soon enough




In the next stage - acceptance

To see and be seen - The way to approach

Somewhere along the way you have stumbled upon my words and my profile




You have found them of interest and you are curious about trying yourself in my hands to see if the path I have to show fits your deepest desires







But you are afraid to approach and be rejected by me




So you wait for me to make the move


To pick you among the crowd


To take the lead, binding you to my will and pulling you to the place where everything happens




Then you should know that you will have to have almost the same amount of luck as winning the lottery







Over the time I have stepped away from making the first contact




The choice to accept my path must be done in a conscious way, not because I push you into it but because you choose to



That is the only power that matters in this game




The power of choice




After you are stripped down of everything you have there is no turning back



What I do here is explain what my offer consists of, my points of view regarding this life game and the seriousness of my offer to those that are willing to come to me


For those that are living in Lisbon that means exposing themselves to someone that may be in contact with them in a way that may intersect with their real life



For those that are far away that means taking a trip to meet a complete stranger in a foreign land where anything can happen



As you can see I offer a tough challenge



How do I know you have the strength for taking the pill that will make everything melt away



It all starts with a message


From you to me saying you want to take it


Or that you are curious enough to learn more before offering your application as my future slave



I do not care for slaves that think that the Master must make the contact and that it is rude for a slave to bother



You are not my slave until my chain is in your neck


And you will never feel it unless you remove yourself from being an observer and become an actor in this play



I have seen plenty of slaves up to today


And I continue doing so from time to time.



Some look nice in the photos they and others show nice words that have attracted my attention



But what is there to show me any true interest in making words become actions or putting those nice bodies to some proper use



The answer is



Nothing




I would like to tell you that all slaves appeal to me


But that is not true



To help you know if you are what I look for, you should see both the words I write here and those that you may find in keyword list on my recon profile


If you fit in then it is up to you to put yourself to the test and show your interest in proceeding


Both a message or a "cruise" are fine although one provides you with an answer and the other does not in case of rejection



I have the time to reply and to discuss as long as you seem serious enough about proceeding



So take a chance and try



You have more to lose by making yourself invisible in my eyes than from making a move, whatever that may be




This is my first command to you

Make it happen

The Recon Game

This is a game I have been playing for a while


The hunt for slave that fits my way of play

My place of selection for this game to start is Recon

There are things that are not written but that can be implied for its content. 

Here is a quick translation of what I see when I look at the profiles that helps me identify if a slave fits what I search for at first glance

- More than 2 pictures, with all of them in costume (leather, rubber, etc)


Sex in costume

- All pictures focused on either cock or ass


Sex

- No text


Sex

- Showing the fuck you symbol with his hand


Undisciplined

Requires additional incentives to do what he is ordered to do, many times beyond the "return unharmed" threshold

- No pictures or internet pictures


Too many chains locking him to real life


A difficult slave to have, as he will have to find a way to flee its world

- 50/50 or switch


Doesn't know what role he wants to play in the game




- Long text with a fantasy


The moment you get what you want you will run away never to be seen again




- Too specific selections (must be [ x, y ] years old, white, muscular, blue eyes, yellow hair, 24 cm dick, etc.)


Boyfriend request list




- Will only give myself to a boyfriend


Low confidence to face the unknown




- Want to disappear from the world


Quick exits


Someone trying to run away from problems that they cannot handle




- Self-compliments ( pretty, good-looking, etc)


Low confidence in themselves




- Objects


Will only meet with someone who has or uses them




- Profiles made less than one month ago


Not to be taken seriously or that require a long conversation before setting up anything




From this point on the game begins

The friendship system - Success and failure of online trust

Many slaves have asked me as to why if I claim to have such a long number of slaves that have served me in the past, why my friend list on recon is so small



That has some explainable reasons easy to grap



The first and more basic is that adding friends can only be done from premium membership


As very few ever took the initiative to add me in the past, there was not that much to show


I have premium membership since December 2012



The second is that profiles are made and destroyed too quickly




Some time ago I made a small exercise and selected from my contact list a few spaced nicks from previous contacts I had made



From that list, less than 15% were still in existence


The third reason is that not every slave that I have trained in the past wants to be known to have been under my service

In fact many are not even able to be associated with anyone to begin with


That happens too much in countries that do not have a gay open community, being Portugal one in that list unfortunately


As a keeper of secrets, I have no interest in the exposure that comes from that



Nevertheless I understand that there has to be a balance between secrecy and exposure, specially in terms of reference points for future contacts




Dating services are made popular by providing an anonymous way of connecting people without having to expose yourself and be seen, touched and evaluated




Photos can be retouched or just be internet pictures that you like, profile data can be faked or "enhanced" to meet your made up ideas about yourself and fantasies can be written down without any physical support to the real you and what you are truly in search of




To help you in that area the friend list on your profile (that I call in a jokingly way as the friendship system) could be a good help



If you were to add every person that you have known personally in the past and that could grade the realness of the profile and the ideas on that he stands for (being in terms of recon if he is a good fucker, fister, fistee, master, slave, dog or whatever they one day invent) it would be nice
 


Some sites use that concept already and it seems to work out


Nevertheless in a virtual world friends can just be people that share the same ideas or that have something that you like and you may never have seen in real life


Just because you have a nice text and/or pictures you may have 200 friends and have met none



As it is now, the friendship system has deep flaws in terms of the evaluation of a truthful identity of a profile



Each user is free to use and abuse it according to its own views about its purpose



Virtual does not connect with the real and it does not provide any meaningful fulfillment


There are too many fake profiles in any service you may use



Trust is something that has to be earned


Eye to eye


Flesh against flesh



Trust your own judgement about those that you are in contact with


The choice of whom you will meet is yours in the end



Nevertheless if you know me in person and wish to add me to your friend list in recon you are free to do so and to do it as well to all of those that you know



The friendship system is better than nothing, but a mere drop in an ocean


Never enough to really fulfill your thirst

Happy 10.000 page views - A look under the hood

Hello to all the readers



The post today is to commemorate the 10.000th page view that this blog has received


To be frank this was an unexpected event at this time as this was supposed to have happened after the first year of this blog


This mark is remarkable as this blog refers to a very specific area of interest and the primary source of visitors comes from my recon profile

To this day I haven't heard of a site that refers this blog


On this special occasion I would like to offer you all a small gift


A look under the hood of the blog


A visit into the belly of the beast



Every time I take a look at my blog I am greeted with a small statistic of what has happened on the last week

On average my blog has around 30 page views a day, although it has variations with peaks during the weekend

This blog started on December 2012 and July was the month where it got more page views


The number of visitors usually depends both on my online time on recon as well as the timing of the posts

Regarding the top of the readings both posts regarding my offer to slaves take pole position as well as my story about a first encounter and the moment of surrender


As a curiosity to all that have read the story thinking that it is just a fantasy you should know that dreams have a way of coming true as one of my slaves has already discovered


I will not tell you his name as he is a shy little boy but I believe he found everything that he was searching for from that moment of fear and excitement

 
Perhaps one day when he has sorted out his story he will return and I will make another one just for him



Another item to be noted is the fact that most of the readers are indeed slaves or sympathizers according to the focus of the top readings.

On the global top readers this blog has the Portuguese to account for as my profile is registered in Portugal, followed from both readers from the United States and United Kingdom


This global count is made just from the top ten, but nevertheless it is a significant marker



My path as a Master takes me primarily in a search for slaves within the European Union and very rarely go into non EU profiles


This occurrence is mostly connected to the number of users that use Recon as well as the communities that have most interest in BDSM


All others below the two hundred mark could be just connected to special visitors that have a keen interest in coming to be trained



Now three trivia informations to close up the game for this post



The first trivia relates to the purpose of this blog



This blog is mostly designed to function as a complement to the Recon profile as I cannot write as much content as is needed


From time to time I get slaves asking me the same questions and this archive of thoughts saves me time and helps project my views on this game


As such it is mostly directed towards slaves that may one day want to become my slaves


Nevertheless it may also serve masters taking their first steps on this road as well as proving a reference point (never a guide book as everyone has a different view on the subject) for other masters that have already seen much of what this life has brought




I have heard from slaves complaining that this is mostly fictional with no real substance, that substance being pictures of slaves being tortured by my hands as well as toys and other gimmicks


To be honest, that is not the purpose of this blog nor the most original idea





I have already seen plenty of blogs containing hundreds of pictures of slaves bound and submitted, dozens of blogs containing sexual fantasies (some of them very well written and that have given me some nice hard-ons) revolving around BDSM




Why does this not happen here



I have plenty of photos that I have taken in the past


Some of them extremely hot


But I am a keeper of secrets besides being a Master


I have gone to great extents in providing a safe environment for my slaves to grow and for trust to be given



Lots of slaves are still taking their first steps and trying to discover how far they are willing to go


It is not my place to expose them in any way outside of my cage until the moment arrives when they will be comfortable to be exposed and able to put their head high to the sky in the achievements they have done





Until that moment arrives their secret is safe with me as well as what has happened between us








I will not betray the trust deposited in me



Ever




Regarding stories I am able to write them as you have probably read on the "package delivered" post


I consider my time better spent preparing the trainings that my slaves will face than to give reasons for slaves not to come


The time to leave your comfort zone is at hand and to live for what you only dream of



Reality is what you make of it

If you cannot drink a bottle then drink a glass and if not a glass then a spoon



Try it


Taste it


It is worth more than what you can imagine in your wildest dreams



Just a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down





Something to make you walk one more step




If you are afraid of being taken over by the wave then don't swim further than to where your feet can touch the sand





But do it




The post was a small demonstration of what my imagination can make for you in terms of challenges


If you wish to be put to the test my testing ground is big enough to make you fly into the air


Literally



Unlike what some have said regarding the contents of the blog, my work here is not fictional but the results of my explorations within the slave minds that have surrendered to me in the past


A view into the mind more than a view into the body


Bodies are easy to view


Just go to a beach and you will see all that you need to see to wank one



To see into a mind is not something easy to get nor it is to understand the feelings and desires that go inside


That takes time and patience that many do not have and many will not do





I see the words sent into the air as seeds that will plant themselves in fertile land over time


Some will grow and become something worth seeing and grasping


When ripe I will be there to pick you up and take you on a true adventure of exploration





Second trivia information




There is at the bottom of the blog a tool that allows you to be notified when posts are published if you are only interested in new posts


The address is not shared to me so be at ease to add yourself



Third trivia information



Posts are not written into stone


From time to time I revise their contents





Remove words that add nothing, correct textual errors or add words that help clarify the objective of the post that I had in mind



What you read one day may not be exactly what you will find if you return


But the content will not change in a way that it will lose its original face



Posts are not single sided



There are different perspectives to my words with some of them difficult to grasp if you are not into the correct mindset for them


Take your time to understand what is said


Perhaps in them may be the answer to your questions






In case you cannot find the correct answer then come to me and I will help you find it



If this is the first post you have read from the blog then my advice is that you start from the beginning




I will be worth it




Thank you for reading my posts






There are still more to come





Master Joseph

The five stages of slavery - Rebellion

Ladies and gentlemen


Masters and slaves


welcome back




In the previous stage you have listened to the dream where it all began




The seed was planted in fertile land


The rain falls


The cold shapes it like frosted splinters that cut the flesh of those unaware




The time is winter in the heart




Did the seed grow inside the beast or did it die out in such an hostile condition






Now I will tell you


So gather around and listen to the story of the beast




Having tasted the bitter sweet dream time after time, he discovers that the flavor is both addictive and poisonous
 

A thought is enough to make a heart race and the insides boil both in fear and anticipation of what is to come



This poison feels like an itch that doesn't stop, scratching both body and mind


To the point where the skin is cut and blood flows from the open wound




He is left with the choice of letting it bleed outside or inside


No other choices remain



This beast decided to let the dream blossom like the wild flower it was



He gave it a pretty vase where it could grow, a place in the wardrobe for it to hide and a check list to keep itself busy



A list of requirements for the dream to come out and devour him


Then he closed the door


Returning to his normal life




Time passed







His life became a duality



Half a life outside the closet




Half a life in the closet playing with dreams


In the last half he amused himself dressing up in costumes and checking out if what is needed has been met by anyone
 



But none to be found


The shape of the dream does not match what can be found in the real world




To keep the dream happy, more toys are bought until the wardrobe is full



Nevertheless the dream begins to wither




Dreams cannot come true with mere play


They have to be lived or they die out



He could not let it die or he would die with it


That dream is a part of him now


The skin inside the skin


The true face behind the mask that he takes into the world




He decides to open the door and takes it out to play


As he does not want the dream to change, he changes the reality in which the dream will be lived



He shapes the form where it will all happen

 
A special type of cage


A specific type of clothing


The way the Master physically should be


The way He should perform


The words He should say




He gave the dream a shackled freedom


He gave his Master an undesirable servant



Satisfying none and wasting time



Setting himself for failure


To keep in his mind that he was trying when he truly was not

What a beast indeed




This play continues time after time


Always giving the dream a smaller cage than it could fit


A marathon with no finish line


Just a run with no end in sight



What is left for the dream is frustration and anger




As a wild beast with no cage to hold and hungry for sustenance, it begins its fight against the one that holds it down


Destroying the barrier between worlds


Seeking more time out and more freedom to move




The dream is already too big to be held down


It does not fit a closet


It does not even fit a house



Still shacked to its owner, the dream pulls the beast away and drags it over the streets, seeking the key to the chains that bind its actions




Will this be the end for the beast, to be devoured by his dream in an unknown location



It is up to you to find out... on the next stage




The next stage - submission

The worthless slave

There are many slaves out there that consider themselves worthless


That they are a mere piece of meat, to be beaten and hung to dry on an empty space, lost to never be found



Nothing could be further from the truth




In my eyes all slaves have value


Even if you don't see it




Not everything you do in your life will be worth something


In fact that is probably the reason why you seek the no-return path



But some abilities that you possess can be used


They can be given direction, purpose




The most important of the all


Trust




With that in your hand, new paths can be formed and new skills can be learned to make you a valuable piece in your Master's eyes



It is your usefulness that makes you stay at His side.


It you were not worth something why would anyone want to take you, feed you and spend time with you




If you do not wish to live it, then all you have to do is continue doing what you do in your life




The life of a slave should be one of achievements and the fight to reach them


For your Master




The only worthless slave in my list is the one that, given the chance to become all that he desires, denies himself that path




Life is made of choices



Choose well

The five stages of slavery - The dream

Ladies and gentlemen, masters and slaves, a good evening to you all


I am the Maïtre of this show, the greatest show on Earth

A show that will make your heart jump in your chest, your knees tremble with fear and the sweat run through your body like a river


The main actor in this show is a beast, caught from the deepest hole... so deep it seems to touch hell


A beast wild and untamed


It may seem like a normal human but do not be mistaken by its appearance

Inside that body lies something dangerous, waiting to come out that would devour all

Even without pointy teeth its bite would bruise your flesh and consume your heart


It is a scary show but do not be afraid

A cage protects the audience from the beast... or perhaps the beast from the audience



And how did this beast come to be, you may ask... then come around and listen



From the mind of the man came a dream

A bitter sweet dream that resembles a nightmare



In this dream he is lost in the darkness

That darkness has a life and a form that surrounds and envelops his body like a blanket


Suffocating

Taking the breath away


He fights it but the more he fights the more it binds

He fights and fights until he cannot fight anymore



And he lets go



The darkness ends

The body becomes free

The dream ends



Lights return as the dark embrace vanishes

It's taste remains in his mouth



He does not know whether he likes it or not. But he knows he wants to try it again



And the story unfolds


Where it stops you will discover... soon enough


In the next stage - rebellion

Dualities I - A master's point of view

This post is part of a pair

One dedicated to each player of this game


Both worlds apart, but at the same time together


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Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all

He who pulls a thousand chains

He who curses a thousand slaves


Does your arm begin to fail

Does your heart begin to melt

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all



For whom do you build your dungeon

For whom do you buy the toys

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all


Not for you great master

Never are they for you

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all



What is the dream you take

Keeping company in your sleep

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all


The dream of a bound slave

Licking the the boots in your feet

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all



You want a slave to serve you

To serve with all his heart

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all


To shape and hold

And to never let go

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all



You lose your time great master

Seeking, talking, testing and choosing

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all


But when you find the slave for you

Why do you search for a thousand more

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all

The suit you dress really fits you

Makes you big as a mountain

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all


But in fact it makes you weak

In it you can only be strong

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all

You tie his body and beat his flesh

And make him submit to Your will

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all


But he came to serve you

Or did he come to make you his Master

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all

For whom does your heart beat fast

Than for the one that tells you please stop

Than for the one that calls you Master

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all


In the end I leave you a question

Oh master, great master

Do you really bind your slaves

Or are you really bound by them

Greatest Master of them all

A line in the sand - Trainer versus Owner

From time to time I get messages from slaves saying that they want to be owned 24/7 with no return, ready to be by my side as quick as the flick of a switch


Besides those that come from Ghana or with X-factor replication on Recon (i.e. multiple profiles with the same photos & text made on the same day) that I can easily discard as fakes, there are those that feel ready to take such a step and that I evaluate with some seriousness


The first step for any slave to be owned must start with a trial period.

Can't see any slave dropping by parachute into a permanent ownership without even knowing what you are going to find and whom they are going to see and serve for the rest of their life


The steps into ownership for any slave in my hands always obeys what I state as my offer for permanent ownership

There are no shortcuts and no VIP treatment even if you are cute, with training from a hundred masters before me and willing to do anything I want

I don't care

This is my game and you will play it accordingly



That starts with a 3 training sessions, a weekend, a week and after that a month



Even if you are willing to take these steps there is a catch


I will never own a slave that needs me as a way out of their problems



The offer of ownership is reserved for those that no longer need my trainings

That offer is intended for slaves that can make a conscious and unbounded decision to serve

That can provide for themselves both in material and mental terms

That leave with no loose ends where they come from


You will come to serve me on all my needs

Some of them don't involve chains, ropes and an open ass


It will not be play but real servitude where only the strongest will be able to take it

I will not provide any cushion of appreciation or even care about your feelings

You will serve me and your only reward will be to serve me another day



For all others my offer is training and not ownership


My offer for training is not bound for the desire to own you in the end

So even if you don't have the desire to end up as someone's property but have a genuine desire to go further in your role as a slave you may contact me and offer yourself as my student


As a teacher I enjoy playing with my slaves but more than that I enjoy seeing my slaves evolve and becoming more committed in that part of their identity


I will be pleased just to have you for the shortest period of time in my offering, being that period one weekend


Your evolution in the end is your choice so it is your decision to take yourself to the next level or stay on the same step of the latter

But it will be my choice to accept you in whatever proposal you have in mind


If you are one that says you already have all the training you need to be a slave, I will not argue with you, but you will never be my slave



Each master has something to offer that distinguishes them from all others

As for my offer you will have to find out for yourself


All information that you may need to take it you may find in this blog or you may ask me



My offering is real and so should you be

Be prepared to make into actions all that you say you will do