I was a Master - Part One Slave: kinkmax29@gmail.com Master: sslavewanted@gmail.com
The following is a 100% true story it happened/is happening to me and a master I met on this site. Master R Sir ordered me to write this story to as to further my humiliation to my fans that think I am still a master and for other slaves to add to his collection.
7 Months ago
My name is no longer important, recently I have been going by Fag, Bitch, Cunt, but more often than not, Slave! This may come as a shock to some of the readers who have been following my story on nifty. But I'm going to explain all of that. For those of you who don't know me I'm 25 years old 5'10 and 145 Ibs. And for most for most of my life I have identified as a master. I have been a dominant top in my relationships and I have even had a few slaves of my own. Some online and a few in person I even published a kink domination story on this site called (Taking over at twelve). I had a few guys email me and was dominating a few online (I have since turned them over to a real master). I also at the time had one in person slave that I was also made to turn over to my master. This is how it happened.
March 2016
It was early Sunday morning and I was having trouble sleeping so I decided to browse the archived stories on the nifty, when I came across a story. Called "The Online Slave". It wasn't really a story it was just a short add about a master looking for an online slave. The words were so strong and so powerful that I was instantly aroused the way he spoke about slaves and breaking them and wanting to control their minds and their bodies 24/7 even remotely I found extremely intoxicating. I decided to message him as a fellow master, to see how his search was going and if those kind of adds worked, and to get a few pointers on domination. His story:
The ONLINE slave
You sick twisted Worthless piece of shit. Who the fuck you think you're
talking to.... You don't get to ask me anything. You keep your ass quiet
and wait to be commanded do you understand.
"Yes sir" he replied. I Love breaking in online slaves. But I love the look
on the stupid fags face when the see just how far and how perverted I
really am. I'm unlike any online master they have ever met.
I don't believe in limits. Men have limits faggots like you just have
reservations that you need to get punished out of you. Only limits you need
to concern yourself with. Is the time limit it would take for you to
realize that you're not just a faggot but you're a slave craving needing
and wanting this you're a sick piece of shit and your only purpose in life
is the one I tell you. You speak when I say... talk how I say. And say
what I tell you to say... I could be a million miles away, and yet you
would need to ask permission to use the bathroom. Because your faggot
nature demands that you allow this total stranger access not just to your
body but to your mind. To take you over and control you. You will learn to
think of me when you open your eyes in the morning. You will think of me
when you go to bed at night. You will give me total control over every
aspect of your life, not because I'm forcing you to. But because when I'm
finished training you, you would need to you would need to obey, you would
need to be controlled, and you would need.
I don't just want to control your body, anybody can make a faggot suck
dick, shave. I want your fucking faggot mind. I want to break you down to
the lowest point humanly possible. And rebuild you in to the slave you
crave to be, the one you're afraid to be because of all your fucking faggot reasons.
Your journey starts here....
Are you ready faggot are you ready to become a slave.... To your online
GOD!
Me: Nice add man how's the search going, care to chat (Sunday 5:45am)
Him: That's Master R to you fuck toy, try again (Monday 9:00am)
This reply was a little unnerving even as a master when replying to messages I get from first time readers, reply socially and if the messaging continues then I become more aggressive but he, he just didn't care.
Me: I am not a slave, I am a fellow master I found your story interesting and just wanted to know how this was going. And I address no one as master (Monday 9:16am)
He never replied. I kept checking my mail for a week hopping that he would but he didn't, for the life of me I don't know why but I head his story a few more times during that week, and you know how everyone has that stupid side t their brain that takes over sometimes and you just can't but doing something you know you would regret but you do it anyway.
Me: Master R sir (Following Monday 10:36am)
Him: Not good enough, now you would apologise for what you did, ask for forgiveness and then humbly ask that I continue talking to you. (12:02am)
This bastard I thought (I was later punished for this when I was made to confess to him). I thought about how I made my slaves reply to me and decided to try it, what the heck right it was just online what can possibly go wrong.
Me: I am sorry Master R sir. I apologise for being disrespectful and not showing you the proper respect by 1. Not addressing you correctly when told to do so. And 2. For taking so long to reply when I did. I am kindly asking Master to forgive me. And please continue talking to me. (12:10am).
Him: Name, Age, Location - Facepic, Bodypic, Pussypic, (1:26pm)
What the fuck he didn't even acknowledge my apology, or ask anything about myself, I was getting annoyed it took a lot for me to apologise like that to him and call him master. And he just didn't care, all he seem to care about was what he wanted, I was not going to send him any of that. I am not a little fag boy to be controlled. That was the end of that. That night I called over my slave and took some of my slight anger out at him. Made be apologise and then didn't even recognise it. Didn't even tell me I did a good job, or call me a good boy. (Only when writing this story I realised that there I was. With a faggot sucking my dick, having beer relaxed and watching tv, and thinking about why this random stranger didn't say I was a Good Boy). I kept drinking and receiving my blow job the more I drink the longer it takes me to cum, and the more irrational my decisions become. I decided to send to Master R pictures of my slave and say it's me, my slave was 5'11 160 IBS clean shaven, except for the head on his head. I removed his collar and told him to pose for pictures (He's always naked). I took a few way more than he asked for and sent them off to him. I even wrote my name age and location on the slave's chest, just to go the extra drunk mile. And sent it off to him
Me: For your viewing Master R Sir (Tuesday 12:13am)
Him: Well done fag cunt. Message me at exactly 9:00 am to begin your training (7:48am) When I saw the message it was already a few minutes to nine, still caught up and wanting to know how this guy worked with his slaves.....
Me: Reporting for training Master R Sir (Tuesday 9:00am)
To be continued.....
Post Script Author and slave: kinkmax29@gmail.com Please note I am not allowed to check and reply to my mail unless they have been screened by Master R Sir. So replies to any feedback may be delayed. Also any comments or especially critics. Can be sent to me. My Master asks that if anyone finds any grammatical of spelling errors. That they point it out so I can be punished. My Master: sslavewanted@gmail.com