This story is about a young adult male (early twenties) who is seeking to find out if he has the inner strength, body and soul, to serve another man as his slave. The story contains almost everything one might think of in a master/slave relationship.
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A cool breeze finally settled in over the lower part of Florida, which was a blessing after the higher than normal temperatures of summer.
Sitting on the bus, heading to Ft. Lauderdale, watching the ever flat countryside go by. I kept going over and over in my mind what got me to board this bus in the first place.
It wasn't long after graduating from college and finding out that the job market was not going to improve anytime soon, that I took a thankless job in the retail market. I will be the first to say that I now have a better understanding and respect for all those serving in this type of work.
In high school and all through college I was on the swim team and was smart enough to stay away from all the alcohol and drugs. I ate properly and exercised regularly.
I had only a few sexual encounters with other guys throughout school which never really seemed to satisfy any of my wants, needs or desires. I was seeking and looking for someone to take control of my life; as all my thoughts and emotions seemed to be turning into a " run away freight train".
Like most, I began surfing the chat rooms and reading everybody's profile. I chatted with a lot of "tops" and "masters" and found out fast that a great percentage of them were wannabe's. After a time I got an email from someone who I had never chatted with. The email was shocking to say the least and I had to read it over and over.
Just a short two hour ride from me, was a man who gave all the appearances of being a true Master. We emailed back and forth for about two weeks before we made contact by telephone.
He instructed me to check my email everyday at a certain time. Without doubting him, the first day I got a lengthy email. It was a questionnaire requesting any and all experiences and asking what I was looking for in my life. I answered all the questions and sent the mail back. The next few days I was getting email which contained photos of things that I told the Master I was interested in. Later, each nite Master would be chatting with me online getting my thoughts and impressions of each and every photo which he had sent to me. Two weeks of intense emails, chats, and phone conversations followed.
Next thing I knew, I was giving my two weeks notice at work . When not working I was getting my affairs in order so that I could move to Ft Lauderdale. The Master had given me written instructions on how to accomplish everything with the least amount of stress and worry. It was great.
This day had finally arrived and now I am sitting on the bus heading towards my new life, a life of reality. I sat there in only the clothes which Master had allowed. Shorts, sneakers, tee shirt. I carried my wallet in my hands and nothing else of the old ways, the old world ,was with me.
With the constant communications with Master before this day, I knew what could and wouldn't be expected. I knew the Master had a job away from the house. I knew that the Master already had a slave. I knew that I was to become less than the Master's slave. I was in a heavenly, blissful state of mind.
The bus rolled through the streets and finally came to the end of the line in what was seemingly the bowels of the city. Leaping off the last step of the bus I looked around and found myself being approached by a young man wearing clothes similar to mine but he wore a baseball cap with the word "slave" sewn across the front. He took the wallet from my hand and told me to follow him. Two blocks away he came to a rusted and beat up van. He opened the side door and instructed me to get in. The only thing in the van was the driver's seat , all else just bare metal. I sat down and crossed my legs for balance as he got into the van. He turned back towards me, handing me a blindfold and instructed me to put it on. I did as I was told. The van drove on city streets for awhile, until we must of gotten onto the expressway. The steady hum of the tires and motor were all that I heard for the remainder of the trip, until we slowed, stopped and went through what must of been a security gate. The final stop, or was this the first step of the rest of my life.
I heard the side door open and the slave helped me get out and regain the balance that I needed to walk towards the house. Although not seeing, I sensed we were away from the city due to the lack of noise from traffic, and I could smell the fresh scent of flowers all around.
I was helped up the few steps to the door, and then the slave spoke to me, telling me what was expected of me today and everyday. Once inside I was ordered to my knees. Still blindfolded, only able to hear and feel. What few clothes that were covering my body were quickly removed with the help of scissors and perhaps a knife.
After this, the slave told me that I was never again to wear worldly clothes. And, most likely never to wear anything remotely close to clothes. He told me that his instructions were to prepare me for the initial presentation to the Master.
The slave pulled me to my feet and guided me though the house until he opened a door to what felt like a room with a much higher temperature than the rest of the house. Guiding me into the room he once again told me to kneel. I was told to keep my eyes closed although he was removing the blindfold. With the blindfold off, eyes still closed, he placed small gauze pads over each eye and taped them over.
Next, I felt him placing something into each ear. As he did this, I realized that now I was sightless and without hearing. I was indeed learning to see and hear with my mind.
I felt the vibrations from hair clippers and knew and expected all my body hair was to be removed. After a short time, I was pulled to my feet so that the clippers could remove the hair from my legs. Standing, in a heated room with a slave clipping my hair off and having him touch me in all the right places, brought on an intense erection. The body shivered with an excited nervousness. Next came the shaving cream and razor, which to me was totally erotic. When the slave had finished with the razor he placed me back onto my knees. I again felt the vibrations of the clippers and within seconds my head had been clipped and so had the eyebrows. The razor was again pulled over my skin and when he was done, I was smooth.
The slave washed me down with a cloth and I felt chilled, even in this warm room. He placed his hands on my forearms and my body seemed to be following his lead as he placed my palms flat on the floor. He patted my head, as if I had been a good dog. I knew I was expected from this point on to remain like this unless told otherwise.
I felt something being rubbed slowly across my lips. It smelled of nothing that I could recall, but suddenly the slave was pushing this object into my lips and my mouth opened to accept it. The object was pushed in just far enough to avoid activating my gag reflexes. I was now breathing only through my nose. He then taped the object so that I could not spit it out. Now I am without sight, hearing and speaking. My senses were being taken away, yet my mind seemed to be compensating for them as only the mind can do.
A cool feeling once again brought the body to shudders as the slave was placing an ice cold lubricant on and into my rectum. Next came the enemas, one right after another until he was assured my whole insides were clean. It was amazing how I could see all that he was doing; seeing with my mind and not my eyes. He once again "bathed" my body until he was satisfied that I was properly clean.
My mind was going at break neck speed, recalling all the chats, emails and photos the Master had sent to me. I now realized that all the photos He sent me were in some sort of order. An order, that now, I was no longer seeing, but feeling for myself.
The cold feeling I had experienced before at my rectum returned, but this time it felt much colder, a lot colder. A flashback to the photos, provided me with the answer to the cold. The cold was coming from a frozen "Crisco Stick" that you find in the grocery store. The slave was slowing working this log of frozen Crisco into my hole. After just a short time the hole sucked the last bit of log inside my body. Then by surprise, shockingly enough the slave place two more logs into my body. He rubbed my back and then massaged my abdomen to give me a feeling that all was ok and to just relax and accept what he had to do. After a brief few minutes I felt something else begin its intrusion. I screamed a muffled scream as a quite large butt plug was forced into the hole as sweat was pouring off my body from the experience. The slave patted my head once again giving me assurance that I had accepted the plug well and all was ok. What was next? Why couldn't I see with my mind? Why was I feeling sore, invaded, humiliated? Yet, not feeling scared, nor alone. Are these feelings a part of my wants, needs, desires? Had indeed I found my place in this world? And, would this be just a dream?
To be continued...