Humane

You may call slaves by many names


But calling them inhuman or inferior seems a bit off




Everyone has its own path


There are those that lead and others that are led




Living for another's satisfaction is a beautiful thing


To be explored, used, abused


To accept losing everything for the benefit of others




To feel content on a naked body dressed in shackles


Holding on to nothing but the desire to serve


To be at that place to fulfill the needs of his Master


Whatever those may be


For as long as He desires




Being humane is to care


And a slave cares for no worldly goods, other than his Master


Not even for himself


Sacrificing everything for that choice of servitude




So how can you call him inhuman


When he shows the best that he will ever be




And even if he stands beneath Your feet


That place is occupied because he chose to


Inferior towards You


But not against all the rest




And as for the Master


The one that cares for nothing other than himself


That beats and tortures for his own pleasure


Is the human or inhuman



Perhaps inhuman


Something closer to a beast


If He only looks with his eyes closed


Ignoring that who stands beneath him



But if you do open them


You will see the heavy load weighting on him, waiting to be taken out


How much his thorns hurt, waiting to be plucked


How much poison runs through his veins, waiting to be bled


How cold he feels, without a set of chains to warm him


How thirty he is, without something to drink



How can one look and not act


When no one else has the strength to do it


When no one else has the will to do it


When there is no one else for him


And no one else that he wants to ease his torment but You




How can you call yourself humane


When he is there


For You


And You leave him to suffer all alone




How can you call yourself inhumane


When you are willing to spend your time


Making him feel human


Giving him something to fight for


Something to cherish


Something to keep

A Master for all

Let's do some math



On a good day in recon, there are 80000 active profiles


If each and every single one wrote me a message asking me for a session and I accepted



What would be of me



I would not have a single day to rest until the end of my days on this Earth




Some would say that I would be the greatest Master that ever existed



I would fill every ass and mouth with my cock


My dirty underwear and socks would be so worn out inside your mouths that they would melt away as you tasted them


My shoulders would be covered in shit from all the asses that my arms would fist


All slaves would be white as snow from all my seed that would rain over them




It would be a curious and funny scenario


Me becoming the initiation ritual for all slaves on this planet




Considering that I would be common ground amongst all, why would anyone want to come to me


What would make me special




In the same way, what value would you have to me, if I accepted anyone that wanted to be mine


How would I be able to appreciate your worth against all others that came before you or that would come afterwards



But luckily or not, this is not the case



Therefore I will not be bothered if you ignore me


I will not be sad if you do not feel seduced by my calling




There is no obligation on your visit




I will only take those that come by their own free will


Filled with desire and commitment to completing the task they set themselves for



Those that can recognize the value of what I offer and are willing to pay the price for such a privilege


Those that find me special




In the same sense, I expect you to not be sad if I ignore a cruise


Or if I reply to your message saying that I am not interested in training you


I have no obligation to take all




So I can choose


In the same way that you are doing


For one that can fit what I can and want to offer



Someone that can grow to its full potential in my hands


Someone that can add value to my life


Someone that I will find to be special




As my gift will not be able to touch all


My message will not be able to enter everyone's heart


And my hands won't be able to change all




But if in you they can


You will be special

Potential

In the real of physics, potential energy is the energy held by an object because of its position relative to other objects, stresses within itself, its electric charge, or other factors



In slaves there is also potential



To learn


To experiment


To build


To shape


To become




I do not doubt that




But I reserve to myself the right to doubt the commitment you may have to achieve that



Thinking about what you want to become is easy


Speaking about is trivial


But from there, it gets harder and harder


To plan how events will unfold


To start the path of transformation


To commit to that




I do not doubt my own abilities to make you change



But I am not here to force you to be that which you do not want to be


To take by force that which you are not willing to give by your own free will



Your own feet will bring you to me


And they will take you back if you decide not to proceed




My place is to inspire you to do more


To be more


And any benefit that I may gain will only come when you finish your training and you make your final choice




Don't think that it is all fun and games for me or that the fun I can have with you is enough to make up for what I put in


After accounting for what was earned from having you and subtracting the work done before you came and after you go, the result is almost always negative




What balances the sheet in the end is you


When you are able to demonstrate that you can improve yourself with what you learn


When you come closer to realizing your full potential in my hands, as you move from the current position you are now to the one that I will guide you



Not because I want you to do so


But because you want it




With all that you are


With all that you want to be

Behind the image

The fact that I find you pretty does not mean that I find you suitable



And you will think the same of me




It is true that I have many qualities that may appeal to you



But I am sure that in your mind, it would be even better if I were also X, Y and Z




But I am not




And even if I were, I will not stay the same forever



I am not a mummy nor a vampire



I will grow old, decay and die




We all will



Only wine and whiskey get better with age




I may grow in knowledge and experience, but whatever I am now will not improve my looks and abilities



More restrictions will come, with less stamina, diminished strength and even less sexual desire




It is possible to pretend that this is not the case, with magic creams, pills and drinks, but you cannot escape the reality that surrounds us



We are all finite beings


And what was once overflowing will become a small stream, before it dries up and stops



Even if, by the time this is published, I am still in the summer of my life, I am aware of my calendar and the change of seasons ahead of me and of those that surround me



And that is why I have to think about what a permanent contract will mean for the both of us




When I say I take someone permanently, that means that I accept you and the calendar that you bring and that for as long as you have the strength and the ability to serve me, that place at my feet is still there for you to take



That there is a place for you to be mine in every sense of the slave life you seek, be that of a wondering nomad seeking the oasis of a life in the desert or the place where you lock yourself to never be free



Everyone has limits and whatever they may be, you have to be aware of them as well as I do



And whatever offer I make, being it a weekend or something more overwhelming that is set, I know what it involves, sometimes to the most minute details




Being your permanent Master means accepting both what you are now as what you will be



Being my permanent slave means that you accept it in the same way



That as my strength disappears, you will still want to feel my chain on your neck, the taste of my skin and my commands in your ears, guiding you on your path, giving meaning to your life



That you will continue being mine when the hornyness is gone and that whatever task I give that you can perform will give you as much joy as my cock entering your ass




It is a hard choice to make, but one I will never force upon no one



It is something that will depend on you alone to start and to accept the consequences of such a path



The bigger the difference of age between us, the most likely we will face such a scenario



Accepting that one day I will watch you leave to never be in contact again, leaving me in a position where I will forever be unaware of what happened



Or that my words will be gone without an ending to the story, without an end date to the contract that you once signed





It is never an easy path to belong to someone



As it is not to hold on to those that I take





One choice that I do not and will not regret making



One choice that I expect you will not regret as well



One choice that we will make worthwhile for as long as we can




As Master and slave

One to infinity

The sky is the limit, some masters would say



The dream of many is to hold a harem of them, one for every trait, for every need, for every mood


Skipping over your ability to get those that you want, where does it stop




When do you say it is enough



It all depends mostly on your involvement with your slaves


Let's consider that for you to consider him to be a slave, he has to come visit you for an hour or two during the day, once a year


If you have 4 hours to spare every day, then theoretically you could have 730 of them (or 732 once every 4 years if you are into watch making or just being a douche bag)



But such a view is unreal and unsatisfying, as you will not have any time to enjoy your possessions


In fact, most likely you won't even be able to remember their names, real or fictional



If you spend all your time perfecting and correcting those that serve you, then most likely you will just one slave will be enough to take away all of your time




My answer to this dilema is


To make the best choice possible



There is no reason to have many, when you can have one that fulfills you


Slaves have different demands, according to the stage they are in


The more they demand, the less time you will have to give to others



The more independent a slave can be, the more slaves you can sustain


It becomes even easier when you establish a line of seniority amongst them, with one slave teaching another, correcting faults and grooming their juniors



But every slave requires a minimum of attention that has to be given to him


To guide and to show him that he has a place in his Master's life


Even if that space is small and confined, physically and mentally



When that space for the slave in his Master's life is non existent, then you may find out that, sooner or later, he will search out for a place of his own with someone else pulling his leash



The most important rule is that fulfillment should be found in what you do, whatever part you take



There is no impediment for a Master to hold on many slaves, as long as He can hold on to them


There is nothing to be won in having slaves fighting amongst themselves for the time to be with their Master



There should be only one thing in their minds


How they can serve Him

A world of colors

Where my hands have reached

Where there is still space to leave a mark

Two sides of the coin

There are two types of slaves



Those who value themselves too high


Pretty, strong, fast, trained, fuckable



Those who consider themselves the lowest creatures upon this worth


Corrupt, vile, despised, ugly, unfit, unworthy




Spend less time evaluating what you see in the mirror


The only one fit to do that is me


Your judge, jury and executioner




I will see that who stands before


Weight the point that you are now and the distance I can take you


And either pull you towards me and my goal


Or push you towards a new and unchartered path



Distances can be shortened


Mind and body can be shaped


But determination and humility have to be there



It is not an easy journey ahead


And many have been lost on his path




Only if you strip yourself of all those preconceived ideas in your mind


Letting yourself be looked at, touched and tested


Will I be able to make my judgement




Keep back and you will be further away than where my hand can reach


And I will move towards a different choice


So let yourself be caught



And I will take you by my hand

46

It is a strange and misterious number


One that has a mesmerising appeal



Some hold it casually


While others travel around the world for a chance to have it



A number that has a tendency to wrap around you like a snake


A cold blooded reptile that easily becomes warm against your skin


That shows itself in plain sight, but feels so natural on you as if it were invisible



A number bound to connect even the most distant of persons in a bond strong enough to not be broken


Without phones or electricity


A number most liked in darkness


But that looks good with whatever colour or outfit you choose


And even better with no outfit at all



A number that is hard to remove even when you know its secret


As removing it brings more pain than what your mind can take




What is the mystery, you may ask


Maybe not the number in itself, but the one who drew it



The one who placed it


The one who locked it


The one who pulled it


Pulled you close to Him


And in doing so, Left a mark where that number was


Invisible to all but to you





Perhaps this number will fit you



Perhaps this number will fit your needs



But you will never know unless you try it

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 song of the siren

I am a slave


I am nothing but a slave


I live to submit


I live to surrender


I live to obey


I am Yours




My body is Your temple


It exists to worship You


I let myself go in Your hands


Hear my prayer


Take me


I am Yours




My body is Your temple


I will keep it clean


I will keep it chaste


To be Your vessel


To carry Your will


I am Yours




Let my ears


Yearn to hear your words


Let my mouth


Yearn for your taste


As it says these words


I am Yours




Let my body


Feel the hunger


A thousand fucks


Aren't worth even a minute with you


As all I am is Yours


And that is all I want to be




I will make my body strong


I will make my mind sharp


I will prove my resolution


To give you pride in my service


For you


I am Yours




For You


And only for You


I make this sacrifice


And set myself on this path


With nothing holding me down


I am Yours




Thank You my Master

On your mark

There is an incorrect assumption that slaves make coming to me




That everything will be the same with me at each stage of the training


That every step will be repeated first and then grow on that




It is true that I will place the chain around your neck for the first time


But the second time, that chain will already have to be there


If everything started from the beginning, then what would be the point of breaking up the training in parts, of setting up new goals for you to face



I would just leave it as a never-ending story


One without any challenges for you



As time progresses, that chain has to feel like it belongs there, around your neck and its key burning to be set free from your hand onto mine


That cock has to yearn for the feeling of a cage wrapping it and the release that will never find by your own desire


That ass of yours has to feel the hunger to be taken, penetrated and owned, not letting go of the one that takes it


That body has to feel the coldness when it is not next to mine




When the bell rings, nothing will block the path ahead of you, because there will only be one goal in your mind


Doing what must be done to earn the right to advance and claim the prize



There will always be barriers ahead of you, but many are not real


While others are not that tall that your legs can't jump higher if you put your mind into it



Sometimes you just have to close your eyes and be led, trusting in the path ahead of you



But before you close them, review that path as many times as you can so that you can do it with your eyes closed




As for your reward, you will see when you arrive at the finish line

Burned but tasty

A picture comes in your mind


Of something fine to eat today


It should be good, it should be sweet


As for the rest you do not care




You open your pantry and find what fits the job


Something you already know that works


As for the size and measurement


It is played by tune and not by score




The kitchen gets messy as you do as well


Moving, mixing and working with what is there


Until it seems you have it right


For the occasion at hand




You light up the oven


And you stick it up inside


Time is of no importance


As what is unknown requires diligence and care




Any tune requires a good ear


You keep a good eye on it


As well as an alert nose


Just in case something goes wrong




A little burned it comes out


But the smell is nevertheless intriguing


Hoping that the flavor will be nice


A test done by yourself




A knife to cut a piece


A slice that fits in your mouth


A bite followed by another


As for the flavor... Divine




Knowing that it came out by your own device


A creation unique and special


Some you can call yours





To do again and again

A sweet to remember

At the supermarket, in the shelf of desserts you can find them



In the package you look at the picture of a delicious treat



The instructions seem easy to follow even for the most inexperienced cook



There are some add-on ingredients you have to buy if you want to do it, which you add to your cart



As you walk by the aisle you notice that the components of this dessert seem all but natural



But you think of the taste of it in your mouth and make your best effort to forget its origin



And you buy it




At home you add up everything in the specific order and sequence


Measured with the precision of a ruler and scale


In the most clean and sterile environment on Earth


And when finished you put it in the oven


To cook at the correct temperature for the correct time that is written




As the timer rings, you open up the door



And you bring the plate out



It is hot and the smell is nice



It does not look anything like the picture on the box



But you hope that the taste corresponds to the image in your mind



So you open up the refrigerator



And let it cool down inside




After dinner you take it out



And eat for dessert



It promised a lot


The taste of a delicacy... which it wasn't


For the price of a bun... which it was


That would last for 6 servings... which did for two



And that is good


As it is what you get



From an instant pudding

Message in a bottle

There are words hidden in all of us



Waiting for the right moment to be taken out



Exposed to the open air



Read out loud for all to hear



Without shame



Without prejudice



Some may feel awkward to speak



But even more awkward to keep them bottled up



Thrown to the ocean just to be lost



Thinking that there is no one that cares to hear them coming out of your mouth





But there is at least one that roams the shoreline searching for those bottles



Opening what was closed



Reading what was written



Looking at the horizon searching out for the one who sent the words



Checking for the reason of those words



Trying to give meaning and form for those words



If not for the one who wrote them



Then at least for someone else in the same stage



Who is about to throw away similar words into the ocean



Only to turn your back to them





I am here to listen



If you can find the strength to tell them



To feel my body against yours



To feel bound by both words and actions



Your words to my words



Your actions to my actions





I do not throw my words away



I give them to you



So that you can find purpose in them



So that you can find a purpose for you

Solitude

In this moment you find yourself bound and restrained but at the same time warm, hugged and accompanied



I am here, together, walking with you in this journey



Here you are, clean, naked, empty



Filled only with the desire to be, to live, to taste



The events of the past have brought you here, to me



And I am here to take you





My hands shape this body to make it mine



Bare of everything, it is ready to be filled with what I desire



And my desire is to make you a slave



To bind your body and your mind to my desire



To make it taste my body and want nothing more



To fill your mind with that wanting



Until it overcomes all doubts, all fears, all barriers



With my hand I will guide your path



And break what stands between us



I am your Master



And you are my slave




There is space for nothing more



As I fill every space and every crack in you



You are mine



You may try to fight it, but there is no escape



And no desire to try to escape



As in each moment that passes I bring you closer to me



And in my warm embrace you will find in me



Your mission, your desire, your dream



Yourself as my slave



With my hand holding the chain



That is placed around your neck



You are mine





Nothing will stand in the way



You are mine

100%

Every hundred years strange phenomenons happen



Planets align in their orbit, making what was once visible as many in the night sky become one to those that observe them



They have become omens of both good fortune as well as messengers of change and destruction, bringing the downfall of civilizations and even mass extinction of all living things



As a mean to appease the gods that are responsible for such deadly fate, prayers have been sung, buildings and other monuments erected, as well as animal and human sacrifices placed in altars for both humans and gods to see



Perhaps from chance or from what was sacrificed in their honor, these events did not all happen and we are here to live and tell the tale




Amongst these phenomenons there is another that amazes and dazzles all




To be 100% ready for anything




We all know that there is and should be preparations to be made for any event



Selecting and preparing the animal to be butchered, setting up the crowd to meet in a specific location at a specific time, dressing up the priests and selecting the knifes that are going to used



But one never knows if the ceremony will go well and both the crowds and the gods will be indeed appeased



If that doesn't happen, everything will end with the world turned to dust




There is no need to be 100%




Perfection is divine



But we are only humans





We are prone to imperfections both in the way we are as in the way we act



No god can hope for such an imperfect being to be able to create anything worthy of divine perfection



What is expected is that the intentions and the faith of those that sacrifice everything for change to happen is strong enough to overcome whatever the gods throw at them, be it a planet alignment, a comet or a mere session




So strip yourself of your doubts as well of your clothing as you surrender into my hands



All that I need of you is for you to be strong enough to take it to the end what you came here for, that you  please me with your actions and that you remember that you exist for me alone




And I will answer your prayer

Wanting

We all need a drive to move us forward



The need for more



Quantity or quality



More times, more people, more fucks, more toys, more extreme versus more time, more connection, more exploration, more simplicity





It can be argued that to discover what you want you need to try out all that is offered, seek different partners in crime and experiment to see what works and doesn't work for you



And what does not work, you leave behind and try something new




And I agree




But are you truly living the experience in that moment or just looking ahead to the next event in your mind



It is true that time is short and you have to live while you can, but time is limited either way



You cannot live all in one lifetime



And that is a fact





Life is made of choices




You can choose to jump from stone to stone, barely touching it, or you can walk on it, slowly and step by step



Both will take you to your destination, whatever that may be





True enjoyment comes not just from the arrival but from the journey there



You should move quickly if you are doing something you don't like



You should move slowly if you are enjoying it, savoring every second as it was your last





Fruits grow in the tree without you pointing and shouting at it


All you have to do is give it time and care and they will grow on its own




What you have to do is wait



When you find a good tree





What makes a good tree, you might ask



It is not only the fruit



But it is the shape, the smell and the shade it can provide when you lean over it, that makes you feel good and at home, even when you are not biting the fruit





The fruit only lasts for a season



The tree can last a lifetime





You can jump from tree to tree, trying every fruit, if they exist



But the more you pick, the more you will be picky



And no fruit will taste good for you





And if after all that effort to choose, you can finally choose the one you like best



Someone will be there under the shade







Make the best possible choice




That is what I want from you

Strength

is not measured by the number of kilos you can lift



is not measured by the number of kilometers you can run



is not measured by the number the hours you do at the gym



is not measured by the number of bricks that you can break in a stroke



is not measured by the number of cocks you took



is not measured by the number of asses you fucked



is not measured by the number of masters you served



is not measured by the number of slaves you had





But by what it took for you to get there




by the number of trainings it took to achieve that mark



by the number of blister your foot gained



by the number of calluses you got in your hands



by the number of times you had to bandage your arms in pain



by the number of times you begged someone to fuck you



by the number of times you masturbated because you had none to take you



by the number of times you were rejected by those you wanted to serve



by the number of times you were despised as a no-one





Do not mistake the results with perseverance





As true strength is not gained in success



But in failing and continuing trying



And the commitment to not stop until you do

Stuck in the middle

Once lost at sea, surrounded by mighty clouds of rain and thunder, the sun and the cool air breeze now passes over your face



A gentle touch after such a shocking moment, makes everything seem so unreal that it feels like it didn't happen, that it was all in your mind



As time passes the mind starts playing tricks, corrupting and diluting what was felt until all ends in a blur





Every climax leads to an anti-climax



A fight against change, a desire to return to the normal self



Even if you hate it



But it is comfortable to return, to return to be the piece in the clock that ticks at the same regular intervals as once before



It is what it should be, what must be





I harbor within me the desire to finish the training of the slaves I once initiated, specially the ones with whom I still maintain a connection, even if it is only through a fake connection in  an on-line profile



It is not my call to make it into a real one, even if I may wish for it to happen




Choices have to be voluntary and even if you do want it, events may prevent you from doing so





Time moves swiftly



Days become months



Months become years




The distance between us grew beyond the point where it could restart from the point it was when my hand grabbed the chain you once wore, the one you have stuck up in a drawer or a shoe box, tucked somewhere out of sight





I still keep the key for the padlock that held that chain, the contract that you signed and the memories of events that happened between us




Freedom of choice made you come to me



And my gift to you was the freedom to forget me and what happened



To allow you to live out your life the way you decided





I may check up on you to see where you stand and the choices you made in between




I will not tell you to come even if we talk again



As it is your choice to do so if you wish




The only assurance I can offer you is that if you hold the chain I gave you, there is still a chance for you to return and continue





Events happen when it is the correct time to do so





I can wait



It is my privilege to be able to do so





The world will continue to move



New slaves will occupy the space you once were and the memory of them will be added next to yours as time moves for everyone





There is no shame in saying hi after so long or that you want to be under my rule



It can happen again or not, but unless you ask you will never know





It is by will alone that you set your mind in motion




And maybe I will be there once again

Perspectives

I believe everyone has in the 21rst century has taken or been in a photo



For those with the happy trigger, specially for those armed with the selfish stick, you may have probably discovered that there is a specific side where you seem to look prettier than all the rest



A specific position of the face, torso, arms and legs where you seem more attractive



A special look that makes you shine



A specific perspective of you



Everyone has different sides to be looked on, appart from the physical



Some sides look pretty at first glance, while others do not



You are a person of different sides, and each side has something that makes it shine



The biggest difficulty is finding it



You may hate that side of you, or you may love it



But it is yours nevertheless



Have you ever been in a situation where you do something that you think is awful and not worth the time you are spending, but that someone else thinks it is awesome and praises you for that accomplishment



It is not only mirrors that can provide a different look on what you are



People can do that as well





The same happens with you being a slave





You may think you are worthless and only good enough to be used as a doormat





But there is something in you that catches my eye



That you accept to be made weak although being strong



That you deny yourself a personality to become what I want you to be



That you reject having a life just to be able to live in mine



That you are able to endure the pain, discomfort, torture and humiliation for my own satisfaction





Make me like that side of you





And make that side shine