Tales by the fire

Here we are again wrapped in darkness, with only the stars to keep us company




Don't stay so far behind


Come and join me by the fire so you are not cold


Lean next to me and let us share our bodies warmth




This is one of my favorite spots, away from all the commotion of the day to day, away from all the noise and distractions that trap us constantly


The silence is our companion in this beautiful night, as well as the memories of what has happened on this year that is ending


A lot seems to have changed in so many levels, both in my normal life and on my Master life


I have lived new jobs, met new people, new ideas and faced many challenges, some of which were more troublesome than I imagined, but that made me grow beyond what I was before


Many things I have learned and many are still to be processed as I reflect upon them



In my Master life, it has been not that different


Even with less time dedicated to it, the experiences explored went deeper than before that I share with you



I made a bet on a future permanent slave that did not go as planned with him disappearing half way through the training, with a chain on his neck and a cage in his possession, with no contact afterwards

 
I was worried about what happened to him but saw him resurfaced in the usual places some weeks ago


I was relieved, but sad for a chance lost on a promising student



Regarding my current slaves, I enjoyed taking them through another step in their slave's life, taking the fruits of what was planted a long time ago



For some it was a once in a lifetime opportunity and for others there will be more in the coming years



Nothing is certain in this life except that it will end one day



For all that comes in between we must be thankful, as every experience we live is a chance to grow into something better than we were before



This world may be big, but even so it did not prevent us from meeting, if not by flesh but by mind, here, beneath this bright dark sky, gathered next to this fire that warms our hearts




Thank you for being there next to me in this moment




Have a happy new year




Best regards



Master Joseph

Merry Christmas from the box

My name is slave


My full name is Master Joseph's slave


I was born under His embrace and transformed by His hands into what I am today




He is my sole family


My father, my brother, my friend, my owner




I am shaped by His every action and every action I do in this life is for him and to please him




I am no longer a person but a possession


I have a name, but I no longer recognize it as it does not fit my purpose in this life




I live to serve, in every way possible, in every second of my life, from the moment I awake until the time I sleep




I am stripped of all possessions


My body is bare of clothing, jewelry and fur




I keep my Master's symbols on me as a constant reminder that I am His and that I cannot and will not escape from my choice


I keep my body clean, shaped and shaved as a sign of respect for the part I play in my Master's life and gratefulness for this chance




My greatest pleasure is knowing that I am able to please him


My greatest pain is my own impediments trying to stop the fulfillment of my role in this life




My Master holds the key that keeps me locked but it is not that that binds me


That was my gift for all the time and patience He offered me until I became a true slave in my Master's eyes



I continuously grow under his guidance as I am shown my own limitations, how to overcome them and how to achieve satisfaction in every action I do for Him


My Master is not my punisher


I do that by my own hands unfortunately


My Master binds my hands and feet to keep me safe, but even so I require some persuasion to be in my proper place


I became an important piece in my Master's life not because He needs it, but because I need to feel I have a purpose




He gave me a space for my body to rest and a set of objectives to direct my life to.


Even in my dreams He is always present


His chain accompanies me and I feel him near even in my solitude


For this reason I have to be good at what I do so I can remain in this place in time and space to accept the offering I am being given




Not all is play


There are many mundane tasks that I have to do but it is a small price to pay for my Master to have the time to be with me and show me the world under such a small space




I am not weak nor took this part to be weak


It took a lot of strength and sacrifices to arrive to this place and forego all that I had built as a life


As time has passed under his tutelage, I have become stronger in my determination, becoming able to control my urges and fears and stronger in body as I am forced to continue sculpting my body to his satisfaction


But even after all this effort, my breath falters and my knees shake as He touches this body of mine



I am not the only one in my Master's life, but the space He gives is more than enough to accommodate me and my needs


I am happy for that




I am only a slave


But I say so not with shame but with pride


I thank my Master for the chance to be just that, to be detached from all distractions and being able to live my life focused on being just one thing and being good at what I do, being able to bear the fruits of my hard work in my Master's smile and the feeling of his touch on my head as I stand between his legs while He rests



I await the moment when I will be allowed to serve Him again




I bid you goodnight and may your wishes come true

The half empty experience

It is to be expected that whatever happens in any experience to be half of what you draw up in your mind


It is true that I do not fit what you would define as your perfect objective in a Master/session experience


Here are some, just to name a few



I am partnered (so not available to be boyfriend+Master)


I am neither defined, big or muscled(there goes the idea of the bigger than the world Master that can lift you with a finger)


I do not live in a space where I can unleash all the abilities I possess(no dungeon/castle/farm to keep you forever hidden from the world)


I am not fetish motivated or dress up for the part I play (sorry but not a leather dressed Master)


I do not parade slaves or find any need of exposure (too closed up country for that)


I will always fulfill what is agreed between us and play within borders I do not cross for anyone (so not into the cruel Master or the breeding slave scenarios)


I will let you go at the end of the contract, unless that contract has no date to end (so no immediate permanent ownership on first encounter)



Nevertheless there were no limitations to stop me from playing all the way with my slaves and from giving it all when the time came


The only limitation that ever arose were those of the slaves themselves, as all that I advertise I am able to provide to the fullest extent possible without permanent harm inflicted or your safety being under risk


Up to this moment I have never met a slave that was perfect in every sense, physically and mentally or that didn't hide a skeleton in his wardrobe


In the end I don't care what you think about the experience I provided and what you can take with you from what you lived, either good or bad memories


I am here to give you an experience that helps you grow high enough to be able to take the next step in your life



It is true that I can be more than what I offer


But you are what you are and some steps can be so big that the abyss is the only destination you will find


I have already found too many broken vases in this path to have the interest in making more of them


Instead of spending your time counting the ways in which I cannot fit your image of a Master or the expectations you had, it would be a much better exercise to retrace every event you lived under my rule and learn from the many teachings I gave, specially those where no words were spoken


Some of them are so subtle that you may only be able to understand it several years later when you have the correct mindset to grasp it





Accept the experience in its fullest instead of the classic pain/pleasure duality




There is much more to this game than meets the eye

Given

A naked body awaits me in the room


In my hands I bring little


Towel, bowl and shaving equipment




There is no need for conversation


There are no chains, gags or ropes to secure and restraint


Time ticks setting the pace of what happens


I plug the machine and it buzzes as I turn on the switch


It is noisy, but that can't be helped




Hair starts falling down slowly on the body


As my hands take turns removing


All the lumps that stand in its path


Chunk by chunk


It all goes away




The beard follows the same route


Getting swept by the wind of my will


A clean face presents itself


With glowing eyes looking up to me




All the effort in cleaning, styling and grooming


All the pride and identity


Given by that amount of fur and hair


Dropped on the floor


Lost and missed




A kiss is exchanged for the offering given


A first step in this journey


Many steps still left to be taken




The body lies on the table


Water and foam cover it


Waiting for the blade to touch the skin


Waiting to remove all that stands in its path




First on one side, followed by the next


Little by little


All the dirt disappears




The body now presents itself


In its most original way


Pure and innocent


Like it came into the world




The scars of time are there


With nothing left to hide it


But they bear as much meaning


As a drop of soiled water


Diluted in the river


Not able to change the taste


Of the water we drink




Even time seems


to not have passed by it


Waiting for the moment to be taken





This body became


A white canvas in my eyes


To write my words over it


To be shaped by my desire


To gain new form and motion


In the place where it will stand


As my masterpiece for all to see




And this is the gift I take


Wrapped under my arms




That I welcome into my life

Shopping cart

From time to time I get some curious messages from slaves stating that they are what I want because they are perfect in every sense, from pedigree to the education they acquired, ready to be forever owned


So I leave you with my Christmas list in the hopes you are able to fill them with all that you are right now:



Blond

Blue eyes

Body type defined with less than 10% fat

100% passive

No hair on their body

In the 35-50 age range

Disease free

Physically and mentally healthy

A master of either yoga or a martial art

Very good cook

Fully compliant

Able to hold a chastity cage for long periods of time

Able to orgasm from anal penetration

Free from all mundane connections

No tattoos on their body

No allergies

Able to not speak for long periods of time

Able to endure isolation for several days in a row

Able to cry under my tortures and torments




If you are able to fill every item in the list, then congratulations. You may apply for the place I have stored for you in the box I made as my permanent slave, to forever be locked to my chain


If you don't fit these requirements, don't despair


I have a place for you in my training list as all the slaves that came before


As long as you are able to fit my minimum requirements and have a true desire to take what I can offer, I will be happy to offer you a chance to become what I want, step by step, until you can take that place by my side


There are no easy paths in my game, no exceptions to offer anyone that is not in my list, so don't ask for what you are not entitled to


You may find yourself perfect but step down from your horse


You may think you are a slave, but you can only be one if you serve


To do that know your place


It is there I will pick you from the rest

Dearly departed

We are gathered here to honor those that have been lost along the way


They came to us with with their cute pictures, an eloquent dialog and demonstrating their desire and commitment to become what we wanted


But on the smallest and most insignificant detail, their interest was lost and never again found


We pray in front of their closed casket


There is no body to mourn for, no face to remember, no words to say on their respect and nothing to remember them for


They will not be missed


Their destination is the sands of time, where everyone's footsteps is erased by the passing wind


I would like to say something for them, but nothing comes to mind


All that I can verbose is that a good chance was lost, to meet and to change everything in our world


But all remains the same in both our paths and nothing will ever change in your forgotten way


So all I can do now is put your coffin to the earth, filled with my hopes and expectations of a new future for you


I am neither happy or sad


Life is as it is


Another will take the path you neglected


I say my final words over your unmarked grave and leave you in the same place you came from




Ashes to ashes



Dust to dust

The wall of regrets

I regret not being a slave because of my work



I regret not being a slave because of my husband / wife



I regret not being a slave because of my illness



I regret not being a slave because I need to pay for my car / motorcycle / boat / house



I regret not being a slave because I have to take care of my loved ones



I regret not being a slave because I have people that depend on the part I play in society



I regret not being a slave because I like to be what other people want me to be even if it means to be miserable for that



I regret not being a slave because I am ugly / fat / skinny / hairy / hairless / tall / small / weak / strong / strong hearted / soft hearted for a Master to take me



I regret not being a slave because I do not dare to take a chance into the world of M/s



I regret not being a slave because I denied myself the chance I fought for



I regret not being a slave because I do not deserve to be happy