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Nevertheless, they will not be published right now...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