The final piece

You open up the box


Turning the box around, you scatter the pieces


One by one, you sense the pieces around and try to find the place for them in your mind


It takes some time and patience to figure out what to do


The picture that was fuzzy and chaotic in front of you starts making more and more sense


Until it becomes clear the pieces that are needed



But when the end is in sight, there is a piece that you cannot seem to find for in your puzzle


There are many at your disposal, but none seem to fit the place you want to put it in


Some stick a bit out, others seem too short and others are just too big



The problem here is that you cannot change their shape


You cannot cut, increase or even colour them differently



What to do, you may ask, to one who has made plenty of puzzles



If you stick a piece too big, it will ruin it, so those are to be discarded


If the colour is not completely right, you find the one that is most similar to the place you want to fill


And you find the piece that is most similar in shape that can fit there



You may argue that it is cheating, as you wanted for it to look perfect


But puzzles aren't made with replacement parts in mind


They have no number on their back that allows you to say that it is that one that is missing to order one


Even if it did, new ones are coming out everyday


Why would the puzzle company keep spares for all of them


It is much easier for you just to get a new one to make



You can't make a piece to size


It is not your job to do so


They come as they are



You may just choose to quit making the puzzle, but so much effort has already been placed assembling it


If you really like it, why leave it there, hoping for that piece to appear


You have to work with what you have



Perhaps that smaller piece can work well in that space


Perhaps the dust of time will have the ability to help it settle in that space, firm and strong


Showing to all that that irregular piece has a place of its own on your puzzle




Original and out of place as you are


The correct piece for your incorrect desire


The best piece that your mind may find


The last one you will ever need

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

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

The Prize - Lived

It is seven in the morning.


The clock rings and I wake up from my light sleep.


This was not a pleasant night.

My cock began to harden while I slept. Being locked in its cage I was left not with a hard-on but with the pain of a struggling cock. Had to take a cold shower afterwards to cool it down and sleep took some time to come again.


I force myself out of bed.

Naked but locked nevertheless I look at the mirror examining my body.

The signs of possession are there.

The cage still prevents me from having the privilege of self pleasure and the metal collar a constant reminder of the contract I have signed.

My body is stronger from all the time I've spent at the gym these couple of months but I feel weaker and more submissive that I've had before.

My life has changed more than I imagined when I accepted the contract. But this is the part I chose to play.


It is time to go.


My Master awaits me.



I make the bed and wash my face.

I open up the bag that holds my worldly possessions. A book to read, a dildo, a butt plug and some lube to comfort myself if I get too lonely, a phone with one number on, a key and a change of clothing that was selected for me to use today. There is nothing more that I need.


I dress myself, lock the bag and close the door.

I leave the boarding house that my Master has selected for me.

It is not a fancy place. Just a room with a bed and a small toilet for me to sleep in and to rest at the end of the day.


The place where everything happens is in His house and the place where I belong.

That this where I am heading to.

I have to be there before He wakes up and assume my position as His servant.



I open up the door of a quiet dark house and go to the spare room to prepare myself.

I strip of all the clothing I bring and set it aside.

In a drawer I find the shackles that will bind me.

There is no key to open them once closed. Their key is in the possession of my Master and his partner and I serve both with this body of mine as this was His command.


I sit on the cold floor and I wait that they wake up, holding my legs with my arms. The silence is calming and I let myself be lost for while until the time comes to be of service.



I hear a faint ring of an alarm clock on the other room.

My Master's partner has woken up.

A few moments after the door opens and he greets me by my name. I greet him back as he heads over to the bathroom to wash up.


I get up and move slowly not to make too much noise with my chains.

I open up the blinds that cover the house and I set myself to the kitchen to make his breakfast. I leave it in the living room and return to the floor on the spare room where I was before.


Some time after I hear him ready to leave. I get up and meet him at the door to wish him a nice day and he wishes me back as he goes.


I grab the dirty plates and return them to the kitchen and I start the preparations to meet my Master.

I head up to the bathroom to wash myself in the cold water. Everything must be clean inside and out.



It is time to wake Him.


I lube my ass and head over to the bedroom where He still sleeps.


I enter His bed and lay there.

His warm body moves on top of my cold one. His cock rubs itself upon my defenseless ass and I am greeted with a painful hard-on on my side.

To brush the pain aside I greeting him with a good morning. He leans against my neck and greets me back arousing me even more, knowing that it will give me more pain and discomfort.

He puts His warm cock inside my ass and takes me. Without a command and without any struggle.


I am His to use and abuse.


Having taken His pleasure on me I am ordered to get up and prepare everything as he goes to the bathroom to freshen up.

And so I do.

I get up from the bed and pick up His clothing. The shirt and pants that I ironed yesterday and His shoes that I waxed and polished to shine perfectly in His feet.

I return to the kitchen to prepare His food to take to work. Everything is already set so I only have to put everything in place inside the bag.


After that I return to my place in the spare room, and I take a few moments to rest and watch my Master doing his morning workout.

When He is finished it is my task to prepare Him for work.

I grab his clothing that I bring near me so that I can dress Him. I place his underwear on His feet and kiss His cock before covering it. Then his shirt that I button one by one in place and finally his pants.

He sits down while I place his socks and shoes in place. I am given some time to see if everything is perfect.

He leaves the room to take his breakfast and I go grab his bag and wait at the door.

After He finishes the breakfast I hand Him his bag and departs as I wish Him a good day.



The lights are off again and I am alone in the house. Naked and chained with nowhere to go... but with plenty to do.

I take care of the dirty dishes and start the cleaning of the house. Dust removed, floors washed and wiped, laundry ironed and placed in its proper place.


I have become the guardian of His house.

Despite the chains holding me down, I was entrusted with the house to take care of in His absence. It is part of my job as a slave. Making sure that everything is clean and functioning. Making myself recognized as a valuable part of my Master's life and not a burden in His hands.

My Master likes valuable tools that can be used to do a good job. It is my job to make Him proud of having chosen me to be on His set.


Besides setting the house in place my job is also to take care of myself, polishing me to look good in His eyes.

A good craftsman keeps his tools as clean as the job he does with them, He says.

He lets me keep my hair as long as it is kept short but from there down there should be no fur in sight.

Everything must be clean shaven as a slave has no need for signs of masculinity. The only sign a slave should care about is the sign of ownership around his neck.

I shave myself once a week from top to bottom. And today is a special day to do so.


After all is done I sit on the floor and study my lessons for today.

One of the tasks on my spare time is the learning of my Master's language so I can communicate with ease and not require help while I am out of the house. It is hard but with nothing more to do even the hard becomes manageable.


Time passes by quickly.

It is time to prepare lunch.

I assume my place in the kitchen and make the food.

As I am doing it my Master's partner arrives.


I go and greet him and he greets me back by name.

Unlike my Master, he does not see me as a slave. He treats me kindly and we talk openly about everything. He is one of the few contacts in the real world I can talk to and he offers me a line to connect to my old self.

Sometimes I only wish to be a slave but in other moments I wish to feel my binds unchained to breathe a bit for air. He offers me that I am grateful for it.


I set the table for two and keep him company as we eat. He tells me about his work and what has happened and I listen to him. My life is gone and I live through them as I have nothing to tell.

Once food is done I take the plates out and clean them. When finished I come to him and I am unchained.

I pick the chains and to the room here I have my clothing. I put the chains in its place and get dressed.

I go and meet him and we leave the house. He leads me to the supermarket for shopping and I take the grocery that is needed. I do not have a single cent on my wallet as I have no wallet so he pays up and I carry them.

We arrive at my Master's house and I put the groceries in place. I pick up my bag and ask authorization for my leave which is given.

It is gym time.


I head there and prepare myself for my workout. It is one of the few times I have for myself during the day to do what I want. I come here five times a week except for the weekend where I am entirely used by my Master. I work as hard as I can until I am close to blacking out.

Only the strong survive in this game. My mind has to be as strong as my body and how I show myself defines how long I will stay in His service.


Eyes roll over my body as I train. They see me as meat to be eaten but I ignore them. I am owned and have no wish to fulfill no other desires than that of my Master.

The gym is done for today and I head out to the locker room. This is one of my most difficult moments of the day.

I undress myself and try to cover myself trying not to show my cage to anyone. I could do it but as I was ordered not to parade I keep it hidden from sight to avoid questions I do not wish to answer.

I take my shower and get dressed.


I leave the gym and take the transportation.

My path stops at a bus stop.

I sit and wait for my Master to come.


I am never sure of the time of His arrival. But I know of my punishment if I am not there when He comes.


I feel the wind blowing in my face and the leaves moving.

I see the buses passing by and the people entering and leaving.

I see new faces and old faces running around trapped in their everyday cycle.

I look at them and evaluate what my life is now. Am I free or am I locked is the thought in my mind.

The more I look the more it seems that what I was given was not a chain to be locked on but the key to the freedom I so much desired.

There is still a part of me that feels the need to move into that circle again but the more I see those who pass by me the more I feel that that is not my place anymore.



My wait today was not long and I see my Master coming out of the bus. I get up and greet him once more.

He gives me his bag and we head back to his house.

The route is long but it is one that I enjoy as I have Him close to me again. My place is by His side.


We enter the house.

I resume my position as a naked chained slave in His presence once more and set the food ready for dinner.

As they dine I stand there serving my Master's needs.

Once they are done I take everything away and eat on the floor next to my Master's feet as he watches TV.

The world from that electronic window seems like that of a movie. An unreal reality only there for entertainment as I am no longer a citizen of the world. Just an owned slave under the rule of my omnipotent Master.


Once I have eaten I head to my room and await my Master to arrive.

He offers me some of his spare time to review the language lesson of today, giving me encouragement for my achievements and some painful reminders for my errors. I enjoy both as they are my gift from my most beloved Master.

Unchained again by my Master I am given my release for today.

I get dressed and say good night as I leave for the boarding house.


The route is short and I am once more in my empty room where I strip down and head for the bed.


I read some more of my book letting time pass before bedtime.

I close it down and turn lights out.


I think about what will happen tomorrow and what my Master will do to me as I will be in His service for the entire weekend. My cock still fights against the cage longing for that moment once more.

I let those thoughts die in the pillow.

I taste my earned bittersweet dreams.



And I wish you all a good night.