Blog's first anniversary: The experience - A first person account - Part three

At the scheduled time I was at my Master's home and politely invited to enter.

He took me into his room.

He gave me his command.


- Strip down.


And he left.

I did as requested.



Shortly after he returned.


- Put my boots on.


- This time the session will take more time to prepare than to actually have action.


For me the time of preparation was and is practice time.

The time he takes to take items in and out of his boxes and try them on me is both very erotic and stimulating.

He first selected a chain to put around my neck big enough to suit me. Having it placed in the proper location he removed the chain around my ankle and placed the removed lock on my neck chain.

Afterwards he placed a metal belt around my waist to which he placed a chastity device. This device has a metal tube with a small opening for pissing.

My penis was completely tight inside the tube. Shortly after I got an erection and my skin got caught in the piss opening. Any touch on that opening revealed itself very painful as he demonstrated me.

Afterwards he placed on me an arm-binder and my arms were very tight behind my back. My hands stood at my ass level inside the sleeve.

He bent me over the bench and opened up my legs. He touched and kissed giving me pleasure but shortly after I found myself penetrated by what I realized after was a butt plug.

The pain from its entry was so intense that I had to get up.

It was only later that I realized that the device had a vibrating system as it had a wire linked to a remote hanging from my ass.


Right after the pain my Master caressed me as he leaned over. I could feel his hard cock against me and I surrendered myself to his cares, would almost say cuddles that he was giving me.

He dressed me afterwards with a black aviator's zipped suit and closed it all the way to the neck. He placed a thick winter's jacket and a black hat.


- Come.


- Let's take a walk.



He directed me to the house door and walked with me out of the building and into the street.


- Walk slowly by my side and watch where you put your feet. I don't want you to fall.



We walked up the street not saying a single word.

He took me to a empty street where he stopped. He placed me against a wall and looked me in the eyes.


- This is where the game begins.


- You will count for three minutes. It's 180 seconds to count.


- Afterwards you will walk to the garden up ahead. I will be waiting for you near the underground parking lot.


He opened my jacket, turned on the vibrator and closed it back again.


- Start counting.


And he left me.

Alone in the dark.  With a highly suspicious look. Unable to move my arms with my ass shaking from the plug. And I could not see him anymore.

I start the count.


- One... two...


I have to confess that I was restless from this situation.

There was no place to go except forward. Trying to make myself invisible to others and hoping that he will be there when I arrived.


- ...one hundred and eighty.


I started my walking watching my step as I would be unable to get up if I fell.

I kept walking until I arrived at the designated location but he was nowhere to be seen and I could not stop. Where is he ?


Out of the blue he came from behind me.


- Very well.


- These must have been the worst three minutes of your life. But you managed to do it.


- I had be watching your route. You were not in any real danger except for the perception of danger in this situation.


He pointed the way.


- Come.


While we walked he spoke of the experience of this 3 day training and his vision of its purpose.


- In this life you have two types of people around you.


- You have the ones who don't care shit about you. And the ones who care for you.


- The ones that do only want the best for you. But in the end only you know what is best for you.


- Retain what you want out of this experience, of this game, of your life.


- Find out what fulfills you and go for it.


- Sex is not the aim of this game. The real reward doesn't come from there.


- It is up to you to find out what is.



We arrive at his house, to the place where it all began.

He removed the items I had been dressed with, piece by piece. Like in a ritual, he caressed each part of my exposed body as it became exposed. Only the  chastity device remained in its place.


- Now you will feel what it means to get fucked and not be allowed the pleasure of it.


He handcuffed me and placed a isolation hood made of leather over my face with only a small hole over the mouth.

I was left there with nothing to see or hear and positioned on my knees.

I felt his hard cock entering my ass with all his strength.

He lifted me up, laid me down, turned me over and placed my body in all possible positions while fucking me, over and over. My tight penis locked away on the chastity device stopped reacting to the stimulation and I ceased to get an erection.

My anus got all the attention it needed.

Perhaps in time I can get my focus on my ass and get my exclusive pleasure from it. But this time the discomfort was bigger than the pleasure.


A few minutes had passed and he positioned me on my knees with my hands on the floor behind my back, leaving my chest up and exposed.

Shortly after I felt something warm dripping over it and I understood that my Master had ejaculated over me.


He cleaned me over and unlocked me from all my restraints. He helped me up and placing himself in front of me gave me a full body hug to which I gave myself with pleasure.

I thanked him with all my heart for the experience that he gave me, for his dedication and commitment that allowed my full surrender to happen.

He told me to get dressed and left.

He returned when I was ready. He handed me over the chain he had locked around my neck with the padlock and gave me with a souvenir from the experience that had ended on that moment.

The padlock was handed with one key, being the other in his care next to the other ones of my slave brothers that had gone before me.

He told me the moment I wanted to return I would only have to have the chain and the lock and I would get the chance to learn more.

He led me to the door.


We said goodbye and I left.



The contract was over and I was free again.

Proceed to Master's side notes.

Blog's first anniversary: The experience - A first person account - Part two

The chain that I bring around my ankle is starting to annoy me.

I understand now how the chastity device that was to be placed on me would have been really bothersome and I am relieved that it didn't happen.

The chain is really doing its work as a castration device. I had a sexual proposal from someone I would really enjoy being with but as soon as I remembered that I had a chain tied to my ankle I gave up the invitation... it works.


As for the surrender... I have double feelings.

One side of me just wants to deliver myself again without reservations as I made in the first session. On the other  I do not have the desire to surrender to a master that does not attract me sexually.


I feel like letting myself go in his arms and not do anything except follow him with all of my essence.

This feeling of surrender is similar to the one you feel as you rest in the lap of someone you hold dear in your heart, like a mother or a father. You know that he will protect us and we just accept how they are and whatever they do.


I was left with a little souvenir on my ass from the spanking of the last session ... just a little small one. I imagine that the pain that will be inflicted on me will be greater than on the first session. Just by thinking about it gives me a hardon, even though it also scares me a lot.

Two days have passed and it has come the time for my second training with my Master. 

I was more confident than before and came prepared to serve him without reservations.

When I arrived he took me to the room like the last time and on the floor there were some items over the red carpet. A pair of handcuffs and ankle cuffs and a blindfold.

He told me to strip down, place myself on my knees on the carpet, place the items that I see on myself and to close the handcuffs with the arms on my back. 

I got an erection just from hearing his command.

Afterwards he closed the door and left me there to prepare myself.

I did as ordered.

Placed myself naked on the carpet with the cuffs and blindfold.

Long minutes passed before he came for me.

I was left there in the dark and took the time to breathe and focus myself on the Game that was about to start.

I felt him come into the room.

He touched me slowly several times over my body. This time I searched out for him, to feel him.

He took his time preparing things, entering and exiting the room until all was set, touching me constantly to which I responded affectionately with my body.

He started to stimulate me with several items touching my body. Cold heavy chains, sharp objects, pinching my nipples and touching several sensitive areas. In an instant my penis responded with an erection and I started to shake and having little spasms over my body.

Afterwards he carefully lifted me from the floor and he left me there standing and blindfolded as he was preparing the room. I could hear the chains and the boxes being dragged on the floor.

He sat me on a straight bench and laid me over it. He placed the leather restraint on my wrists and ankles that he chained to the bench leaving my arms over my head. He locked a bar to my feet so that I could not close my legs and there I was in that awkward and vulnerable position. 

He took the blindfold off and I was able to look into his eyes as he was sitting next to me.

- We are going to play a game, slave. A very simple game with very simple rules. 

- You say a number between one and ten. The rule is that you cannot repeat the numbers.

- You may stop the game at any time if you cannot not take anymore.

- Do you understand ?

I replied.

- Yes Master.

- Then tell me a number between one... and ten....

And I told him my number.

- Three.

He reached under me and grabbed a plastic bag. There were clothing pegs in it.

He opened the bag and slowly took three of them that he placed on my chest. 

- ...And now I begin.

He reached for the first one and placed it on my chest. I could feel the pinching on my skin that slowly began growing into pain that I replied to with a moan.

- ...One...

The remaining two were placed in different parts of my body each one with its own painful signature in my mind.

- ... Three. 

- Very well.

He stopped. He reached to the floor and grabbed a small bottle from which he took a liquid that placed on his hand.

He looked at me:

- A little bit of pain... a little bit of pleasure...

And began stroking my erect cock. 

- Do you want to continue ?

I replied.

- Yes...

And he asked me again.

- Then tell me a number... between one and ten.

He took his time saying the words, as if he wanted me to understand what he was saying.

I wanted to feel all that I was entitled to. And I ended up saying ALL the numbers he let me, without repeating a single one. At each time the countdown ended the same words were spoken and I was greeted with another moment of stroking. And the same question of the next number of my desire.

All over my body there were pegs. Arms, chest, torso, nipples, belly, scrotum, nut sac, legs. Forty pegs were stuck to them.

At each number the sensations grew over my body and by the time I got to the masturbation point I could no longer distinguish between pleasure and pain.

My cock was erect the whole time.

When the countdown ended he reached to me.

- Now the game will really begin.

He grabbed his metal ruler and began hitting the pegs like he was playing an instrument.

I moaned at each passage.

The pegs were stretching the skin in all directions and I was forced to take some deep breaths as the pain was almost unbearable. 

It was my song for his ears.

He stopped playing with me and threw away the ruler. He grabbed two of the pegs.

- Now it is time for me to count.

- One...


- Two...

And he pulled out the first with one hand and the second with the other. 

And he continued to another pair... 

- Three...


- Four...

and another... until all forty here gone. 

The pain from taking them out was stronger than putting them in.

In the end he rubbed, caressed and kissed the sensitive skin all over my body, increasing the strong sensations I already had. 

- Some pains come for a reason.

He released the legs from the bench but kept then on the bar. He raised my legs into the air and locked them to the chains that here hanging behind me from the ceiling.

He lubed my ass, put on a condom and penetrated me.

I was back to the sexual sensations, this time even stronger from all the stimulation I had received earlier. I began breathing intensely and increased my energy. I began to feel it spreading to my arms, torso and head and I began to twitch in pleasure. I felt an immense strength in my body, so big that it felt that I could break the chains that locked me against the wall.

As he stopped fucking me my energy went down again. And I was left there with my legs and my ass in the open air.

He unlocked me from that position and he placed a mask and a blindfold over my eyes and was left only with my mouth open. 

He began wrapping me in cellophane from my feet to the waist.

As he stopped I was almost without balance. He got a hold of me with his hands and stopped me from tumbling down.

- Trust me.


- I will not let you fall.

He returned to wrapping me until I was covered to my head, with only a hole for the mouth.

I was almost like a statue not being able to move and I began sweating and heating up.

He hold me from behind and spoke.

- This is the moment where you have to trust me.

- Do you trust me slave ?

I replied.

- Yes Master.

He began swinging me forward and backward until I was dropped on a mattress.

Then he came over me and placed his hard cock on my mouth. He did not force it in and waited until I took the initiative of sucking him. 

Which I did shortly after. 

Unable to move and overheated I sucked his cock as much as I could and I was again with an erection, now quite uncomfortable due to the plastic wrapping it.

He took his cock out and began opening holes on the plastic, first for nipples and my cock to come out and then for my wrists and ankles, that were then shackled.

He then laid over me with his body, letting his cock enter the hole where my cock went out and he just stood there, letting his weight be felt over my body.

Then he came off me and began opening my wrapping and as he did it he said:

- Like the butterfly that comes out of the coccoon to start a new life, so will you now come out of yours as a slave.

And now I was free into the open air.

He removed the mask and blindfold.

My first views were the black plastic wrapping spread around me and the cuffs connected by chains to my wrists and arms and his cock pointing to my mouth. I opened it and he placed his cock inside so that I could suck it.

When he was about to cum he removed it and ejaculated over my torso.

- This is how I brand you as mine, slave.

His warm semen began slowly draining over me.

He began cleaning me carefully so that no residues remained and removed the chains, except of course for the one around the ankle.

Then he leaned over me and we exchanged a warm full body hug.

Again I gave myself fully to this unknown man that rules over us during those moments of play.

He told me to get dressed, which I did and walked me to the door.

As I left he said:

- See you Thursday.

And I will.

Proceed to Part 3.

Blog's first anniversary: The experience - A first person account - Part one

For some time I have been searching for a slave that would be able to recount what it was like to be a slave under my contract


Although not intentionally, one of the slaves that endured the first contract decided to share his thoughts about what he went through and what was left of that experience after it all ended


For your entertainment I have decided to translate his text to English for the non-Portuguese speakers


It is not a full facsimile translation, but a close one nevertheless


For Portuguese speakers, I invite you to read from the original posts on his blog


http://cernunnoslusitano.blogspot.pt/2013/11/a-entrega-uma-experiencia-como-escravo.html


For the English speakers you may begin your readings


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Surrender:  My experience as a slave 

I have started something that I have felt the need for a long time and that was required for my growth as a person.

A small experience into the BDSM world as a slave.

This master has offered me as a challenge for my first contract, comprised of three short sessions to happen in separate days for two weeks.

I bring with me his iron chain locked around my ankle and whose key is kept by him until the end of the contract.

Besides this item it was also established that I would wear a chastity cage on my penis but due to some anatomical difficulties I was left loose locked to my personal promise not to have any sexual contact alone or with anyone else.

I have to say that I was relieved by not having to wear it for the duration of the training but at the same time I felt disappointed as I had prepared myself for such a task. I had felt aroused by the idea of being cock locked even though I had read from the internet that it would give me constant erections that would have become painful reminders of my slave state.

I've had my first session yesterday. It came a bit unexpected as I had scheduled with my master to start next week but as an opening appeared he asked me if I wanted to take the chance.

I accepted, of course!

As I walked to his house I could feel my heart beating rapidly and an emptiness on my stomach as I faced a route through a path unknown to me. There was a feeling of hesitation mixed with the excitement.. plenty of it.

He opened his door and gave me his greeting with a polite handshake and then drove me to a small room with only a small window high above. The room was mostly empty except for a big chair and a small red carpet where he placed me.

Sitting down he told me to strip and to kneel in front of him. I complied with his commands and was left there looking at his feet.

He asked me if I was sure that this was what I wanted and that I would not regret this choice afterwards. I reassured him that I was confident about taking this and that i would not back away.

He seemed pleased with my answer.

He got up and went to fetch a book from which he took some blank pieces of paper. He placed them at my feet along with a pen.

He asked me to pick up the pen and start to write his words.

I complied.

His words were the words that would bind my actions from this moment forward that I write below.

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Slave Contract

I, (my name), surrender my body and my mind to my Master.

I do so by my own free will and give myself without any barriers to you.

I deliver myself in your hands to learn all that I can.

I will accept both the pain and the pleasure and I will serve you with all that I am.

I will follow this contract until the very end and I will not regret this decision.

I give myself to you. May you feel pity for me.

The slave

(my signature)

The Master

(His signature)

Duration: Three sessions to happen over the period comprised of two weeks, starting of today, the 23rd of November of 2013

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He took the book along with the contract that I had written.

He placed himself behind me and planted the chain on my ankle and that I must carry day and night.

A constant reminder on the contract that binds us now.


He spoke to me of the duties and benefits of this sort of relationship. The requirement of total surrender and absolute trust in him as he is the only one that will be there for me in my hour of need. The one who can inflict pain and give me pleasure. That this surrender will supposedly provide me of freedom.

Freedom from my stigmas, my social roles and the masks that I use to hide myself. That this surrender will help me better know myself.



Having explained the basics he began preparing me for the training, placing a collar around my neck and restraints on my wrists and ankles.

He locked my hands behind my neck to the collar and placed me against the wall.

He asked me if I could count to twenty.

I replied affirmatively.

He told me to count on his mark.

Without seeing what happened came the first whip on my ass burning the flesh.

I counted.


One.


One whip came after the other. Each one coming on opposing buttocks or both. Taking its time.

In between this he played with me, touching and kissing the burning flesh and he leaned over me letting my body touch his as I faced my torment.

As I approached the end I got a chance to see the instrument of my torture. A metal ruler.

My body began to shake as the sexual energy grew in me and I fed it with my circular breathing, connecting each inhale and exhale.


The whips ended. He left.


And I was left there against the wall. Still shaking.



He returned shortly, without saying a word.


He prepared me for the next training.

He placed me on my knees with a small bench under the chest, locking my wrists to the legs and putting a cloth mask over my face, leaving only an opening for the mouth.

Ice started touching my back and ass closely followed by drops of hot wax. The swapping of the intense cold and the extreme warm over my body connected to the breathing and the helplessness of the position I was in, with my exposed anus and all locked up, helpless, intensified the sensations that I felt.

Then came the time when he opened my ass hole, first with his fingers followed by dildos. 

Then his cock came inside me. 

From that moment forward I began to give myself fully expressing my pleasure with my body even as he was still torturing me.

And I felt pleasure. Waves of pleasure went all over my body. 

And I wanted more, more sensations. Pleasure or pain. I didn't care.

But it ended.

He left me again alone on the room, still locked in the same vulnerable position, surrendered to my spasms, to my feelings.

He returned to prepare me for the next training.


The mask from my face was removed and words were exchanged.

My hands and feet were locked by chains while I stood on my knees.

He sited in front of me on the chair with a hard cock at my face level. He stood there stroking himself as I watched.

I understood I was there to serve him and give him pleasure.

I reached to him with my mouth and took his cock in me, for as long as he wanted.

Then he went for my nipples and as he enjoyed himself torturing them he came, letting him cum drip on me.


I let myself lean next to him as if I was on the lap of someone that takes care of us, nourishes and provides for our needs.

And the session reached its end on that moment.



He cleaned me and unlocked me and told me to get dressed.

When I finished he took me to the door and he remembered me of the next meeting as I left.




As I examine what happened yesterday I see that there is much more to it than just the actions of punishment and sexual satisfaction.


During the entire time he always took me with special care, helping me sit or get up and never hit me in an uncontrolled fashion.

Each time there was pain he did it in a calculated way almost like it was a cuddle. He did it like someone who takes care of something precious, something he likes and cares for.

The moment that I understood that I was there to give him pleasure and that we would give me back more in exchange whatever form that might be, was the moment that I allowed myself to take pleasure.

The feeling of letting go was truly liberating. Knowing that I would not need to fight, would not need to take possession, would not need to be the person that I took into that room.

He told me in the end that he would bring in the open what there was of the most sincere in me.

I am ready to give myself even more on our next session, that is scheduled for tomorrow.



I was left completely energized after the session. I was left to do my mundane tasks afterwards and I woke up today even more centered than before.



May tomorrow come soon for our next encounter.




Proceed to Part 2.