The perfect slave project

I wake up from my sleep


A dream still lingers in my mind




A lost soul finds its way inside my world




Still smelling of milk, looking rough and strong on the outside but young and frail on the inside


His eyes have seen too much of what this world hides, the scars showing in each look he takes, in every action he makes


Afraid of shadows and of his own desires he walks a lonely path in search of a reason to truly live, away from the bitter past that made what he is now


He looks for someone to whom he can look up to, able to hold him tight through the nightmares and that can make him grow into the man he desires to be




And that path has brought him to me




Here he is, naked, kneeling before me, signing the contract that will bind him, with full knowledge that there will be no return from this choice



I erase from his mind his past and all that came before this solemn moment, leaving only the memory of consent


I bury words of control, pleasure and punishment to keep him restrained without chains, but letting him keep his free will and full knowledge of what is planted




His own hand pushes the trigger of his transformation


His body and mind become my property to use


In exchange for such a prize I give him peace and a place he can call his home




I offer him knowledge


Philosophy, gym coaching, martial arts, languages and many more


The ability to retain all that is taught when required




I numb the senses in him


There is no taste, no smell, no cold or warm, no tiredness, no pain, no pleasure in touching or being touched by someone other than me


All that remains for him is the sense of his muscles moving, enhanced to the limit of human perception




And I give him time to train himself into the sharp tool I desire, released of all constraints that cloud the mind




I transform myself into all that he can feel


A thousand needles of pain when he disobeys or touches me without consent


His full arousal and erection at a single contact of my body into his


His full submission when his cock fights the cage that surrounds it


His caged orgasm when I cum in his body


The reward for his faithful work in my service




All of this is his as long as my chain remains around his neck


Something that he cannot remove even with the key in his own hand




Once a year I remove the chain


Letting him remember all that he lost


Letting everything mix with the reality he lived with me


And I give him the choice to forget and live in my service


Or remember and leave to never return




I lock the chain at his request


With running tears over his eyes


And make him forget once again




I masturbate to the dream but it does not make me cum


No dream is good enough to give real pleasure


Only the real thing can do that for me




But the dream grows in size and details at each stage of thought


Until it can be revealed in full detail to the one strong enough to face such a challenge


My orgasm will come when I touch the body and the mind of this one




I wish you all a happy new year



May all your dreams come true

The imaginary master

In the universe of numbers, there is a greater group filled with a special kind of numbers called by its characteristics as... complex

Complex numbers can be expressed by a real part and an imaginary part

People are also complex numbers

They like to be part of a group, measure against each other and like putting labels on others and on themselves

They like holding to what is real but they like imagining things, some of them only able to live in the mind while others fought for until they become real

Doing so they are also part of the universe of things

Like everybody else, I am also complex

There is a part of me that likes imagining toys, situations, trainings, feelings and emotions felt

But I aim to make them real on the slave I select to be trained

My imagination serves as a means to achieve a purpose in real life

And my part as a Master is not imaginary

It is very real

I use the internet as a way to open the path for real things to happen

I do not find amusing the concept of virtual slaves with trainings by web cam

I consider it a poor excuse to not interact with someone in the real world

Slaves like to feel weak in the hands of a master

Nevertheless there are weaknesses that no master will find amusing

One of those is the inability to actually meet a master face to face

Some masters like that game of seeing slaves through a glass, giving commands and watching them perform

But that reminds me of fishes in an aquarium, just good enough to look at

The only advantage being that you don't have to feed them or clean the bowl

I don't mind being a part of your imaginary, but remember

I look for something more than that

I aim to have you

My BDSM Test

Since this has become a custom as a presentation of the behaviour profile of players in the world of BDSM, I share with you what my test has transpired


== Results from http://bdsmtest.org/ ==
97% Dominant
85% Master/Mistress
82% Experimentalist
74% Non-monogamist
73% Voyeur
71% Bondage giver
67% Primal (Hunter)
61% Owner
49% Sadist
40% Brat tamer
39% Daddy/Mommy
26% Vanilla
19% Exhibitionist
6% Degradation giver
4% Masochist
3% All-Rounder
2% Brat
0% Submissive
0% Slave
0% Bondage receiver
0% Degradation receiver
0% Primal (Prey)
0% girl/boy
0% Pet
0% Switch
0% Ageplayer


These results can be checked at the address http://bdsmtest.org/result.php?id=751741


I cannot say that this test cannot be fooled


It is easy so see what questions lead to what results, but for entertainment purposes I answered what matched me


You are free to check it out this site and see what you truly seek

Darkness after the sunset

We live in a world of contrasts

In this world there is light and there is darkness

Always opposed in their eternal fight

But there is a world made of both darkness and light

Not living apart but together, joining hands in all events

Living not for the action but for what lays underneath

Opening the bottles of feelings and emotions kept for that special occasion

Exposing them to scenarios where they can be lived

Exploring the joys, the pains and the fears

Releasing the laughs and the tears that come from it

Creating an ego to let it be destroyed

Building a house to see it turned to dust

Revealing a heart to see it stepped on

Having the world in one's hand but holding on to nothing

So that what remains can grow stronger and true

Free of masks and prejudices

To those who live in such a world, I give you my regards

To those who wish to enter, I give you my invitation

See you soon

The scripted session

I came across a lot of different types of slaves over the years

Some of them come and surrender completely allowing themselves to be taken without effort and letting things happen naturally

On the opposite side of the mirror there are those who want to know every little detail that they will see, every detail of what you will do and how you will play and that come with specific mandatory requests

While I accept that some slaves require information before committing to an event there are those that come and ask for this world and the next and maintain this sort of behaviour even after many encounters with other masters over the years

My probable guess is that this is the same behaviour they exhibit in their day-to-day life

They are the worst kind of slaves you can ever take on

Each aspect of their life is processed and decomposed in a way that is comprehensible and controlled by them

They will panic and turn against the one that takes them if a single breeze passes through their face that they could not foresee

My question to those slaves is

Can you even breathe under such conditions

I will not congratulate you for your abilities


In fact I feel pity of you

Most likely the reason that compels you to being a slave is exactly the desire to lose the control you hold so preciously over yourself, but your conscious mind is so good at ruining everything

It is true that you cannot live in total chaos, but at the same time you will not find enjoyment in a predictable life

My predictions for your life is that you will live until you die


And you will end it in a boring place doing boring things

To the masters out there that provided them with their first experiences, you are to blame for this

Only with luck will these slaves be able to find someone capable of removing the knots you have made in their minds

A session is a sacred event, only to be done to those that are ready for it and to the extent they are able to cope with


Things should happen slowly but confidently, to prove and extend the trust he deposits in you


Only that way will he be able to grow into something you can take pride in

Many masters out there take slaves as disposable assets, like they are toilet paper (to those that play scat, my apologies), messing with things they cannot cope afterwards

To the masters out there playing my advice is that at all times you play seriously knowing to the biggest extent what you are doing


Providing an environment where slaves can let go of their fears and fully trust in their master's abilities is the master's duty


That means playing by the rules that you set with him



Nevertheless never accept a scripted session even if they look cute as hell


You are doing no one a favour as they will have an incentive to be on the same stage and never evolve

To the slaves seeking scripted sessions, know that you are offering no pleasure for your master



If you seek control you have two options



Either you become a master and you set the rules


Or you get a prostitute to play that role as no non paid master worthy of such a title will want to anything to do with you

Bound love

You ask me what I love

and this is my reply

I love your chained body on my wall

yes, I love it

I love the taste of your sweat


yes, I love it

I love the fear in your eyes


yes, I love it

I love the markings on your flesh

yes, I love it

I love your voice asking for release


yes, I love it

I love your moaning as you are being teased

yes, I love it

I love the feeling of your surrender in my hands


yes, I love it

I love your body as I take you as mine


yes, I love it

I love the slave within you

yes, I love it

And you may ask...


is it love ?

It is a sick twisted love

that does not fit in any frame


so deep and intense


that burns like a thousand suns


leaving no land untouched


no body untarnished


no mind pristine

A love that corrupts and binds

with chains of metal and knots of string


difficult to take from the body


and harder still to take from the mind

It is pure and innocent like all loves should be


given freely by you to me


a love that I revere and possess


and that you adore to feel

So yes, my slave


I love you

Dualities: BDSM and the non BDSM partner

I can recite from my mind an event too common in Portugal as in many other countries out there



Husband and wife live an apparent normal life


A nice house, good careers, two kids and a dog



Everything needed to be considered "living the good dream"



Nevertheless, outside the dream the bitter reality bites in



Long hours where there is no contact


Strange smells on the clothing worn


Unusual scratches and bites on the body


Returning home just to go straight for a bath after little or no contact with you


No explanations given or explanations that sound like lies


Unusual emotional explosions with no apparent reason


Continuous smoking and drinking even on peaceful events


Avoiding sexual contact even when you do the advances




You have seen the fiction on TV, but reality many time surpasses what is shown


You feel it on your gut that there is a problem and probably he is cheating on you, but you cannot confirm


I could paint a pretty picture for you, but I would just be lying to you



He is indeed cheating on you



You might think that the problem will go away in time


That is is just a casual event




Let us not be naive


It isn't



It is never a question if he will have a chance to do it, but if he will do it



If you consider BDSM as something that your partner enjoys, but it is something you are ashamed or you do not find appealing enough to do, then you can be sure that one day that desire will come out of the closet it is kept with a bigger or smaller explosion, according to how much time has passed since his last encounter with it


People have different tastes in life and being together with someone does not mean that you will share all the same tastes or even that the desire to do it will be synchronized between the two of you



We are all human beings, with faults and virtues


Being together means accepting the full package and not just the parts you like



Even if a superhuman effort is made, the truth will come out eventually




There are four options at your disposal according to how much you love your partner.



You may choose to quit the relationship


You may choose to close your eyes to the events that happen behind you


You may choose to sacrifice your moral standards in the name of your relationship and play with him


You may choose to walk side by side with his choices and keep the space warm for when he returns




Every choice has a price on you so make no mistake about it


Doing nothing is also an action



If you choose to end everything because you made a discovery of an inner private part of your partner, you are free to do so

It just means that you were only in love with the façade that he displays and there is nothing to sustain your relationship
 


Either way it is bound to fail sooner or later



BDSM does not necessarily revolve around sexual pleasure


Many times it doesn't even have sexual contact



There is a different type of pleasure extracted from it


But there is pleasure indeed, in a form that you may not be able to provide



Nevertheless there are other forms of pleasure you cannot give to him, like playing sports, watching soccer with his old gang, something that requires social interaction that you will not be present in



If you are even afraid of these, then probably you should lock him up to the wall of your home, but that he would probably enjoy




Playing the part that your partner desires is another option, but if you are not comfortable playing or you don't like doing it, there is no point in trying



If you are with someone for some time you can tell if he is enjoying it or not


If he likes you he will not request it again and everything will stay as it was before.



If you are playing, do it for real


Enter the role to the deepest level you can



Discover the rewards that come from living the part


Many people have discovered that and do it



See how much money was made from a couple of grey shades


Just imagine if you use all the colour range in your mind




The worst option possible is closing your eyes to the events that happen


BDSM is a dangerous game to play



Not all players play by rules or care for the well-being of their opposite players


If you don't know the "when" and the "who", if events go for the worst there is no way for you to find out anything



Not caring for what he does just means what it really is


You don't care for him



The final option is being there for him, knowing when it happens and with whom (or at least know the address where he is), even if that is kept in a closed envelope just in case


You may also set rules regarding what he can and can't do, allowing him to enjoy himself while maintaining the normal household environment



If you are brave enough, you may even consider meeting face to face with the one your partner will meet


Although rare, it is not unusual for the players to be both knowledgeable and articulate enough to have a proper conversation outside of the role he plays in the game




The most limits that this life sets are defined by ourselves




Consider all the pros and cons and make the best choice possible



In the end, what really matters is your happiness together

Dish of the day

Several times over the years, I have been asked to tell slaves what happens inside my sessions


My usual answer is to see the list of keywords on my profile and any doubt regarding what is listed, the Internet can provide all the information that is required

To the non-believers or just basically lazy, here is the homework made specifically for you on a quick search on Wikipedia

Bondage - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bondage_%28BDSM%29

Ass play - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_toy#Anal_toys

Fucking - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anal_sex

Spanking - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erotic_spanking

Mummification - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bondage_%28BDSM%29

CBT - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cock_and_ball_torture

Suspension - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suspension_bondage

Tit torture - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nipple_clamp

Candle wax - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wax_play

Forced workout - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Physical_exercise

Sensory deprivation - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sensory_deprivation

Clamps - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clothespin

Electro - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erotic_electrostimulation

Body shaving - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hair_removal

Chastity - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chastity_belt_%28BDSM%29

Milking - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Masturbation

Dog training - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animal_roleplay#Puppy_play

Humiliation - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erotic_humiliation

Domination - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dominance_and_submission

Life trainer/coach - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coaching#Life_coaching

As for how I make usage of the keywords, the only way for you to find out is to read the previous posts and experiment with me how my way works

What I do and how I do it does not work for all


If it did, my life would revolve around the training of slaves as a profession, but since slavery was abolished many years ago there is not much search for such a job

Either way, I would find no fun in training those that can't run away, removed of any possible future on his own, unable to think and reason

Some things have to happen on its own, chosen by one's free will

I expect nevertheless that you commit to what we agree upon

It is the time to not be afraid and grab the chance that I give you

Make the best of it

Jack in the Box

On the backyard of my Master's home


Lies a special place for slaves like me




The reward of the ones who won the tests and trials


Of those with no place to return to


Of those that are now called His




It is an arid place


Soulless and bare


There is no sound, light or motion


A resting place for me to be




There is the darkness


There is myself


Darkness facing darkness


Both trying to chain me




When the light overcame the darkness


I became free


Free to take the life


That my Master bestows upon me




There is nothing to keep me warm


But I feel warm inside


My body naked and chained


Hugged in the embrace of my Master's will




The Box is my sweetest dream


And is also my worst nightmare


It is the place where I have nothing


But it is the place where I have so much




It is both my crib


As it is is my coffin


It is the place where I died to the world


And the place where I was born for Him




In the Box I faced the pain


The torture and the discomfort


But it is where I found true happiness


And the place where I am to be




In the Box I have floated


Clung only to my Master's words


Lost in time and space


Lost but never alone




It is the place where I sleep


It is the place where I became awake


It is the place that I now call home





Thank you my Master

Spreading the word

Hello to all my readers

After some warming up after the big break from writing on the blog, I have put to words the ideas I have had brewing in my mind and I have already prepared some posts to publish

Nevertheless, they will not be published right now... Unless you feel the need to read them

For that to happen I will require the help of the audience

That means of course your participation

As of today this site as had have 32000 page views


From this point on, I have decided to let you all choose the pace of the presentation of the new posts

The rules are simple

For each 1000 page views, I will make a new post on the blog

You may check the posts all that you want but don't cheat doing multiple reloads of the posts or re-entering the site just for the sake of making the statistics go up

Do your normal behaviour in checking the blog, as you usually do

I am not interested in the number of views

I am interested in raising the number of readers that read my words, that can learn from them and in doing so can grow and go after what they desire with a clear mind

That has been my focus in writing this blog over the years, more than just being a repository of pictures and demands

While in the early years there was little content to show and to attract, I believe that now the knowledge presented has consolidated itself to be useful for the general public that searches for their first experiences in this field

If what you read to this point has been helpful in some way to you, then it is time to help spread the word to those in need of it

You are free to propagate the blog by the social media or in the one to one contact between masters and slaves as a way to connect the dots between different views

More interesting than just giving out the general location of the blog, you may give out the link of the post that raised your interest in my writing or one that applies to the situation you wish to describe

Your prize for this small help will be more posts for you to read in the future with more motivation for me to continue writing for all of you

Enjoy your readings

Master Joseph

Where is Master Joseph

Hello to all the readers of this blog

It has been a while since I made posts regularly

I hope that the previous post that I made a couple of days ago will open up the path to some interesting texts in the coming months

As you probably have noticed from this long hiatus, the inspiration to write has been little to none, due to a series of events that happened during the first semester

I made a change in my previous way of recruiting slaves


In fact I have stopped doing it almost completely

Since the beginning of the year, I set myself to dedicate to the ones I have trained in the past with the idea in mind of working towards the evolution of those I have initiated on this path

I split the year in four parts, each taking a trimester and offered that time for the four slaves that came first

The rule I set for myself was that in case of any cancellation there would be no last hour replacements to take their place

The dates and slaves where set during the first trimester, leaving the final details closer to the dates of the visit

As you can probably guess, things didn't go as planned

The one scheduled to come in the first three months had an accident and was forced to cancel the period he had set

When you have no constraints regarding who you take it is easy to find other ones to take up the missing spots


But when you set such limits you end up locked with no fun for a long time

Nevertheless, I had scheduled a visit from a foreign slave that entertained me for a little while



Besides him, I got an offer from an old acquaintance to do his slave initiation, which I accepted


That event was fruitful enough for me to offer him a second and more intense training period that he was able to only complete halfway, to my disappointment


I still harbour the hope that one day when he has solidified his desires and expectations towards slave life, he will return to finish what he started

On the second trimester, things didn't go any better


In fact it was worse, making me think very carefully if I would ever again train portuguese slaves


The score of the first semester ended with a negative grade and a further evaluation of my place in this game will have to be done by me in the near future

This semester to this date has proved itself inspiring enough for me to start writing again, but a report about that will be done at the end of the year when I close the review of all that is still to happen

As for future posts, I will continue working on them with a couple of themes already selected


One of them has already written but still under proofread, so keep posted

Regards

Master Joseph

Goodbye

The alarm clock awakes me



The bed is empty aside from me in this dark place I call bedroom



A new day begins



I make my way to the bathroom to ready myself for work


On my way I pass by the training room and there is nothing there as well



Everything has been cleaned yesterday


The chains on the floor put away


The gear returned to the boxes


They are no longer needed


There is no one to use them



Life has returned to the same it was before



I wash myself and prepare the food to take to work



I go to the training room to do my morning workout

No one sits on the red rug watching me do my routine, waiting to for it to end to dress me, to receive the prize of being allowed to touch and worship me for that quick moment before I leave



No more



I get my gear and head to the station

I take my place on the train and read the news of the world


In my head lingers still the task of setting up his work for tomorrow, setting the goals to be achieved and the rewards to offer if he succeeds in pleasing me with his actions


But there is none to live up to the challenge and claim what I have to offer



The journey passes quickly while I am lost in my thoughts


I leave the train and head over to my work



The hours pass by



I look over from the window and I think about how he is


If he was able to face his old life and reject the cravings that were imprinted in his mind from the time he was at my service


A part of me desires that that memory remains within him and another desires for it to forever leave his mind so his life can continue as it were before


That he can find fulfilment in the tasks of the day as I am doing right now



It is not my place now to care for him


He is no longer under my wing



Memories are difficult to erase and it is futile to do so


What is lived must be learned to make one stronger and more able than before


That is his task now


One that I cannot help him with



The day rushes its way with nothing really done

A wasted day in memories for no use



I set myself for that station again


No one waits me there to take my bag and escort me to the train, trying to make a sort of conversation to make up for the solitude he had faced that day


He lives now his own routine in his own world



The train takes me back to my place



In my mind words swirl into a text, to be transfixed into a post, to be presented on a blog


Words made from the sweat and tears from one who has served me with all his body and mind and gave the inspiration for this small moment of connection


One has occupied a space in my life that was made for him


An imperfect place where he learned to fill the gaps, lost from the world and all his connections


A difficult challenge to live and survive


One that was accomplished with hard work and dedication



I open the door of my house




All that is left to say is




you have made me proud

Slave Pledge

To my Master, I make this pledge

As I kiss your lips, I show my desire

As I lick your armpits, I take your taste

As I bite your nipples, I arouse your desire

As I suck your cock, I hunger for your seed

As I lick your ass, I will take all you have for me

As I show my ass hole, I welcome you within me

As you take me, I become your possession

Thank you Master