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THE MASTER STUDENT
I
He was a B student in my class, hardworking and conscientious. He frequently would come to my university office to go over homework problems. He was one of those students you got to know better than most and even began to be friends with. I'm not quite sure why this was so. He was not one of my most gifted students and he tended not to be particularly pushy. To be sure, I found him attractive (he was about 5'9", well proportioned with good definition, and had an attractive face with short cropped hair). But lust was not the basis for attraction. Rather it was something about his personality--a kind of commanding presence in a quiet way. He didn't intimidate me--he'd never come close to transgressing the proper student-professor relationship--but I think I felt he could if he chose to, and I responded positively to that. In any case, when other students were not waiting to see me we often would chat informally after we had finished our course business. One time we talked quite a bit about my farm. I guess I made it sound pretty attractive because he volunteered he hoped he could see it some time. I said I saw no reason why not.
When we finished going over problems today we were alone and chatting. During a lull he said, "You remember saying I could come out to your farm some time?" When I replied that I did, he said, "When can we do it?"
"When would you like?"
"Well, I don't have wheels, so I'd have to go out with you. I know you usually go there Thursday afternoons or evenings and come back early Tuesday. Missing class on Monday's is no sweat, but I have one class on Fridays which I can't afford to cut. The professor just canceled that class for tomorrow. ... Any chance I could go out with you today?"
I was taken a bit by surprise. I didn't have any special plans for the weekend, but for a moment viewed it as an intrusion. Just then I felt that special commanding presence. It felt good to let him pressure me into it like this, so I said, "OK. But I have to leave within 90 minutes to avoid rush hour traffic. Can you make it?"
"No sweat, Sir. I'll go get my stuff right this minute."
"Meet me at the top level of the parking garage in one hour." Little did I know he had his things packed and at school and had to kill time until then.
We met at the appointed time and drove. The temperature was cool and he wore a leather jacket. We talked only sporadically. Once we had gotten outside the urban area, it suddenly occurred to me that I'd left a lot of SM gear--rack, bondage items, etc.--out in my main bedroom after my last masturbatory scene. There was SM porn scattered all over. I couldn't see any way to keep him from spying the stuff; there was no way to get into the house without passing the room; and there are no doors on it. I spent the rest of the time worrying what his reaction might be and what I might try to say in explanation. "Oh, why did I let him talk me into this?" I thought. As he sat opposite me, he said little, but glanced on and off over towards me. He was more commanding there than at my office, and for the first time he struck me as slightly cocky. "I bet ou're feeling pretty proud of yourself for pulling off this invite," I thought. But the hint of cockiness made him more attractive and more dominating. I wondered how cocky he'd be with a peer or somebody subordinate.
As we drove down the road into my farm, I'd come up with no way of dealing with the SM stuff lying around. I decided to say nothing unless he took the lead. He grabbed a medium soft clothing bag and followed me into the house. I offered to show him around, trying to steer him away from my large bedroom which doubled as living room. I showed him the bathroom and his room upstairs. He sat at the kitchen table and I offered him a beer. He took one, then gazed into my room. "I guess that's your room, huh?" Then he got up, walked towards it, and pointed to all the SM apparatus. "Looks like somebody's into a little kinky stuff. Mind if I take a look and see what you got?" There wasn't much I could do except say, "Sure." and think to myself that his reaction didn't seem negative so far. He went in and looked it over. "You put yourself in it and do an SM trip on yourself while you jerk off?" It was as much a statement as a question.
"Yeh. You guessed it."
"It'd be a lot better if you were doing it with an S."
"Maybe. But you got to find the right one. That's not easy. Also, with AIDS there's too much risk. This way works and its safe."
"You must be HIV negative, right?"
"Yes."
"So am I."
He continued to look at the stuff, then sat down and peeked through a lot of the porn. He seemed to be taking note of what pages I'd dog-eared. I wondered, might he be in to SM? After a few minutes he spoke again, "You know, it might be a lot easier and safer than you think to find a real S, the right S for you." A bit of the earlier cockiness was there. He read some more, then got up, and said, " Well, I'm going to go and change into something more appropriate." Just as he was about to start up the stairs heading towards his room, he turned with a cocky grin and said, "While I do, why don't you get out of those things?"
It was phrased as a question, but I took it more as a command. I went into my room and stood there trying to decide what to change into. But, then, I thought, "He didn't say to change into something else. He said to get out of these clothes. Is he telling me to strip?" I pondered it a bit. "Is he propositioning me? Was he offering to be S to me when he said it might be easier than I thought to find the right S? He said he's HIV negative. Maybe I'd better strip. ... But what if I'm wrong, if he's not interested? What will he think if he comes down and finds me naked here-- especially after finding all my SM stuff?" But the more I pondered, the more I felt dominated by him. I fantasized him coming down and finding me naked and submissive. Whether he was propositioning me or not, it would be humiliating--and erotic. I got a raging hardon just thinking about it. "You know," I said to myself," it was a bit humiliating ... his finding all my SM stuff and finding I was into that stuff. But it was wasn't all that bad. In fact, I sort of liked it once it came down. ... What the hell, I'll risk it." I was hoping he would be S to me. I took my clothes off and put them away and positioned myself in a "parade rest" position--legs spread and arms clasped in the small of my back--awaiting his return.
II
He came down the stairs in full leather. He had on motorcycle boots, leather pants, studded belt, leather vest, and a leather motorcycle hat. He came up to me, stopping at arms length. He looked me over slowly from top to bottom. He exuded confidence and I lowered my eyes in deferential servitude. He reached out and softly grabbed my free hanging testicles. Slowly he fondled them gently. Then, suddenly without warning, he ground his thumb into my balls. I winced but said nothing. Then, as he did, he took one of my nipples with his other hand and started pinching it roughly, digging his nails in. Next he took the other tit in his teeth and started biting--harder and harder. Pretty quickly he was working full force with each. Suddenly he put an arm around my neck, drew my lips to his, and kissed me probing deeply with his tongue as he continued to work my balls hard.
He suddenly stopped, stepped backwards, and said, "Assume the position, Slave." As I said, "Yes, Master, " I bent over and grabbed my ankles. It was painful as I stood there stretched with my ass up in the air like that; but I dared not complain or ease my position. In a minute or so he pulled the studded belt out of his leathers and began to crack it, studs down, full strength on my ass. "Count them out, fucker." "One." "One what?" "One, Sir!" "What else do you have to say?" "Thank you Sir!" "Two, Sir. Thank you Sir!" "Speed up; you're behind in the count." "Yes, Sir!. Three, Sir!. Thank you Sir! Four, Sir!. Thank you Sir! ....." He stopped at 150. I remained in the position awaiting further orders.
"On your knees!" I knelt. "Get my cock out and suck it. ... No hands!" I leaned forward with my mouth and tried to pull out the zipper tab with my tongue. "Hurry up! I said to suck my cock!" he said as I fumbled. Then he began switching my back with a quirt. "Get a move on!" Finally I got the zipper in my teeth and pulled it down. I dug my tongue and lips into his crotch and finally hooked his cock with my tongue and slurped it toward the opening. All the while blows are raining harder and harder on my back. Once I get his cock into my mouth they stop. ... It is a nice cock. ... Not too thick, fairly long, and uncut. I tongue the cheesy foreskin, and do my best job cocksucking. But I'm at best fair, and I keep him rock hard, but he doesn't come. Eventually he pulls it out dripping with saliva. "Bend over!" "Yes, Master!" I do so. bending my knees to accommodate for my being taller. He plunges his cock into the hilt, grabbing my hips, and rides the hell out of me. I'm full and ungreased, and it's a bit raw. I scream He keeps it up long enough to make it pretty uncomfortable.
When he finally climaxes, he leaves it in there until it begins to get soft. Then he pulls it out and says, "On your knees, Slave!" "Yes Master!" His dick is covered with brown shit smears. "Clean me off, you filthy pig." "With Honor, Master." "As I took it into my mouth and began cleaning it off inside with my tongue and lips, he snarled, "Don't get uppity. You're not much of a slave. Hell, you're even a worse cocksucker than you are a college teacher. And you're not much good at that either. Otherwise I'd be Aceing your course--hard as I work at it" I continued to suck long after he was clean. He began to harden again, and as he got hotter he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me deep onto his rod. I discovered he was plenty big for my mouth as I gagged and struggled for my breath. He continued to hold me down until he shot a wad down deep down my throat. "I hope he's telling the truth about being HIV negative; cause this ain't 'safe sex' and he's got me filled at both ends." He held me there longer and then let loose his bladder. I gagged and sputtered as I tried to take his piss. More of his body fluids.
He pulled out after he was empty. I stayed kneeling at his feet. After a while he said to me, "Tell me what you are."
"I'm a slave, Sir!"
"Whose Slave?"
"Yours, Master!"
"What does it mean to be my Slave?"
"It means, Sir, that I only exist for your pleasure, Sir. That my body is yours to do whatever you please with. Sir!."
"What about your pantyassed fucking mind?"
"That belongs to you too, Sir."
"I command you to love and adore whatever I do to you. If at any time you have feelings of anger or resentment to me, you are to confess them immediately. Understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Some other rules: You are not to speak unless spoken to. You are to be available for service and show respect to me at all times. You are forbidden to use furniture. You may not do ANYTHING unless ordered by me to do so. UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes, Master."
"Finally, you are always bound by whatever rules I make up. Understand?" jjjj
It was scary. But his command over me was powerful and I replied, "Yes Master. I am bound by all these conditions and any others you may impose." Impulsively I added, "Thank you for enslaving me, Sir!"
He caught me in the chin with his knee, knocking me on my side and then proceeded to kick me hard in the groin. Instinctively I put my hands down there to protect myself.
"How dare you resist me! Get your hands away from there immediately!"
Scared shitless I complied. He kicked repeatedly at my crotch with his boots.
"You got a lot to learn about being a slave, Boy."
"Yes Master."
"You need some humiliation to know your place." He proceeded to string me up arms above my head, then disappeared to the bathroom. He came back, lathered my crotch and shaved it. Then he did my legs, arms, chest, and back. He took me down, had me bend over, and shaved my crack and balls. Then he had me suck on his dick as he shaved my head. He pulled me off his cock, stood back, said, "Stand up. Let me admire my work." I did so, slowly turning in place when he motioned for me to do so. "You're beginning to look a little bit like a slave--even though you do an execrable job of being one. Go look yourself over in the mirror. That's how you ought to look! " I did so. I found I rather liked the "clean look." It was rather erotic.
"Maybe I ought top take a picture and pass it around in class. ... What da ya think of that idea?"
It scared the shit out of me. But I realized this was a serious SM trip in which I'd better do as he bid. Besides, I wanted to serve him. And to serve him here was to obey him, so remembering his rules I said, with partial conviction, "Sir, my immediate reaction was fear and resentment that you might do it. I deserve to be punished for this breach of rules. I realize my concern over the matter is inappropriate. You are my MASTER and ANYTHING YOU WISH TO DO CONCERNING ME IS APPROPRIATE. ... I would be HONORED if you were proud enough of your Slave to show that picture ANYWHERE including my class."
"Well, I wouldn't be proud ... cause you only look like half a slave."
He ordered me to lie on the bed and tied me spread-eagled. Then he went to his room and returned with some supplies. He coated a Q-tip with KY, and worked it up my urethra. Then he took a piercing needle, pressed it against the underside of where my glans joins the shaft of my cock, and shoved the needle against the Q-tip end inside. Then he worked the needle out the end of my cockhead. Instead of inserting the usual "Prince Albert" there, he pulled out a largish padlock with a skinny "U" and inserted it through the end of my slit and out the new piercing, locking it so the body of the lock hung downwards. "Well, as long as I have the key, you're mine. ... Boy don't you think you're going to have fun trying to get through airport security with that on!"
He left me for a while to recover from all the trauma, then returned to untie me.
"Admire your shaven-pierced body in the Mirror, Cocksucking Slave. See what a real slave ought to look like. ... You look like a slave. Maybe some day you'll start acting like one who's worth a shit."
"I hope so, Sir.!"
After a pause he replied, "It's going to take a lot of training and work before that has a Ghost in Hell's chance. He left me there and disappeared.
Much later he came back and said, "My, don't you look like a real slave now. Let's see if you really are."
He blindfolded me and had me lie down on the floor. He shackled my ankles to a spreader bar with leather cuffs, then activated the electric winch that hoisted me upside down into the air. My arms hung down, just grazing the floor. My wrists were lashed together and a rope pulled them back sharply and was tied to a ring in the wall. The winch and rope were adjusted so that my balls were at waist height.
He grabbed my balls and began to work them over. He stretched them out as far as he could, then hooked on a parachute ball stretcher. From it he suspended a 10 lb. weight on a couple feet of rope, with an extra tail hanging off the weight. He put the rope tail into my mouth and told me to clench it with my teeth. I did. But 10 lbs is a lot to hold by your teeth. Eventually I couldn't do it any more. When I let go, the weight went crashing down until it went taught. My balls wrenched and shocks of extreme pain shot from them throughout my body.
I felt something greasy grab my cock. As it stroked me it rubbed the grease all over my shaft and glans. Then it moved down to my balls. Slowly it began to burn like hell. It was Ben Gay or Mentholatum. Then the hand loaded up a couple fingers with the stuff, reached down and opened up my ass. He began packing my rectum with the stuff. Soon I was burning inside and out. He left me.
Later he cleaned me up and put me into spread-eagle bondage. After looking me over like an animal at auction, he leaned forward and kissed me gently. He ran his fingers lightly all over my body and my muscles writhed to the caresses that were barely more than a tickle. I started to get hard. He returned to my mouth and gave me a deep kiss, probing with his tongue. As my arms were stretched out, my chest muscles were expanded. My nipples puckered and stiffened. He noticed and kissed my left nipple lightly. I felt his tongue moving gently around the sides and over the tip of my nipple. My breath caught in my throat. Without warning he bit sharply on my tit. I gasped and tried to escape by twisting sideways; but he clinched tighter and hung on as my movements stretched out the tit. Suddenly his mouth is on my other nipple, first gently tonguing it and then, without warning, chomping down on it with clenched teeth. Back and forth he darted, chewing and pulling on my tips. The pain grew more and more erotic as the action got rougher and rougher.JI was relaxing into enjoyment of the pain, when suddenly it stopped and his tongue started lapping my balls. Then it sucked them in and began to suck on them. Gradually it began chewing on the testicles themselves, getting rougher and rougher. His upraised hands continued the action on my tits. Just as I had relaxed enough to begin enjoying the ball biting, I felt his hand caressing my ass. Then, suddenly, a greased finger surprised my asshole by going in and beginning to probe. As my sphincter relaxed, additional fingers were added until four were inside. He thrust deep, reaming out my ass. He pushed so hard that my body arched forward, adding to the pull of the teeth on my balls. Eventually he withdrew his hand, stuck a large dildo in its place, and ceased all contact with my body.
Next thing I knew, there was the crack of a strop on my buttocks. Gradually I got into the steady, even, rhythmic strokes. I began to enjoy the burning glow on my but. An inhaler of amyl was shoved into my nose and strapped on so I'd get an uninterrupted dose of poppers. The strokes--hundreds of them--continued to rain on my ass Then as I grew used to them, these were followed by the bite of a "cat of nine tails" on my back--again in steady, slow rhythmic strokes. In the delirium of that amyl blitz, the combination of the cat on my back together with the lingering after-pain of everything else that had been done to me was incredible. I was so into the pain that I almost didn't notice the whipping stop until there was a gentle caress of lips on my engorged cock; then the lips took in my cock and he gave me a blow job. Almost immediately I shot my wad--and slumped in my bonds. As I did, everything else stopped and I hung there in the aftershocks of a deep climax.
Wax from a candle began to dribble over my the front of my body. Gradually I became used to the burning sensations. He seemed to be using cheap candles that don't burn you seriously like beeswax ones do. First the wax dripped over my nipples and chest. A goodly amount, dropped slowly enough to feel each searing drop. Suddenly my cock and balls became the target. He seemed to be aiming especially for my sensitive glans. Every drop was searingly painful. He kept it up until my cock had a heavy coat of wax.
III
The Master wanted a break in the action. Wordlessly he untied me. I knew that the usual long list of slave rules applied. I was a bit disoriented from all I'd gone through, and I had trouble remembering all the trivial rules: No touching in the crotch area, no rubbing of bruises or sore spots. No scratching of itches. No looking up at him. No use of furniture. No drinking without permission. No getting angry at him. And so on. Not only were all these things forbidden me, I was forbidden to even desire them. But I was thirsty, I itched, I was sore, and I desperately wanted to sit down. A further rule required me to immediately confess such desires. I confessed them as they occurred. But to do so, I had to violate another rule--no talking except in direct response to a question. He'd asked me no questions, so I was punished doubly for each confessed infraction. Punishments included refusing to satisfy my desires, a sharp fist to the gut that doubled me over, a kick in the balls, being ordered to lie down on my back without complaint as he ground his boot into my crotch. Just before he led me off to start the next round he told me it was going to be especially harsh since I'd so abused the little freedom he had given me.
He took me over to a point about three feet from the wall. My shackled hands were tied overhead to a ring in the ceiling so that I had to stand on tiptoe to relieve the strain. Then shackles were placed on my ankles. The right one was tied to a ring on the floor just below my hand ring. The left ankle was lifted up to waist height. From it a rope was stretched to a ring in the wall and tied. Stretched in three directions I was extremely uncomfortable. By standing on my right tiptoes I could obtain only the most minimal relief of the strain. My mouth, ass, cock, balls, tits, stomach, back, and legs--all parts of my clean-shaven body--were well exposed for plenty of action. I was blindfolded but not gagged. He left me for a while. I began to suffer the strain of my bondage. My arms began to tingle and go numb. My limbs ached. When it seemed I could take no more of this--when I was about to scream for mercy--I heard him approach.
He positioned himself--and swung the bullwhip in all seriousness. In the last instant before the whip struck, he snapped the wrist backward. The tip snapped viciously against my belly an inch from my cock. The snap of the whip was like a concentrated explosion--intensified by the fact my body was clean-shaven With the flash of pain .on my belly there was a brilliant flash of blue-white light behind my eyes. "YAA-A-AGHHH! O God! You'll kill me. Master, PLEASE! ... AAYE-E-E-EEEE!"
He continued to swing the whip. Carefully he placed the searing tips all around my crotch, each time missing my cock and balls. Then he aimed for my tits, working them over until they were welted and bleeding. Next he shifted attention to my balls. My entire shaved body convulsed each time the whip struck my balls. He stopped. "Thank God," I thought, "I couldn't take much more." But, then, a minute later, through the haze I heard the swing of the whip. My false sense of security was broken by the whip attacking the glans of my cock.
He took me down and had me kneel in front of him. He dangled his cock in my face, tantalizing me as his glans grazed my lips.
"You want it, don't you, Boy?"
I did, and replied, "Yes Master. Please, Master, may I suck your cock?" I would have made the same reply even if I hadn't wanted to suck it.
"Beg for it."
"Please, Sir! Please let me suck your cock. Please, Sir, I'd give anything to suck your cock."
He continued to dangle it in front of my mouth. I wanted so bad to dart out my tongue and caress my master's cock. But I knew better than to do so without permission, so I suffered in anticipation and hope.
Finally, he said, "Suck my cock, you worthless piece of shit."
I darted out my tongue, caught the dangling cock with it, and slurped in the huge organ, swallowing it to the hilt. He fucked me roughly. I enjoyed it, even when plunged all the way in it so filled my throat that I gasped for air.
"Get ready, I'm going to come!"
He grabbed me by the back of the head, pulled it onto his cock, and shot a big wad down my throat. He continued to hold my face tight against his crotch.
"OK, slave. That was a pretty good job of cocksucking. For your reward you can bring yourself off as you drain the cum out of my cock."
I grabbed my rigid cock with my manacled hands and began pumping. As I approached orgasm, my body tensed. Just as I was about to come, he put his hands around my neck and began choking me. I panicked but kept on masturbating. I climaxed just as I was close to blacking out. It was an incredible orgasm.
He stopped choking me after I came, but kept his cock rammed deep into my throat as I gasped for air. Desperately I tried to reach up and get free, but my bonds prevented me. Gradually I was able to get little gasps of air around the cock deep within me. I began to relax. Just as I did, he let lose with a stream of warm piss.
"Drink it, you bastard. Drink the piss from my cock, every drop of it." Eagerly I swallowed the golden fluid.
"Look, you Fucker, I know you're getting off on all the action I'm laying on you. Well a fucking SLAVE exists only for the PLEASURE of the MASTER. I'm not training you for your pleasure--for Mine! ... It's about time you started SERVING ME!"
"Yes, Sir. I only exist to serve you, Sir."
He put me in very light bondage: Slave collar with two 18 inch chains to shackles. I had enough freedom to do things with my hands, but I couldn't reach down to my cock.
"You're to stay out of my way, but be in close enough proximity to instantly do anything I want. Keep your fucking trap shut, don't move about of make your presence known to me, just think about and my needs and serving me--nothing else--and stay off the furniture. Understand?"
"Yes, Master."
He sat in an easy chair. I went over to a nearby corner and quietly
sat on the floor moving as little as possible. Most of the time he just ignored my presence. Occasionally he would send me for a beer, or to get something to read. Once or twice he had me come over and suck on his dick while he read. When he went to bed, I would curl up on the floor nearby. Once he woke up and gave me some order. I was sound asleep and didn't hear. He jumped out of bed yelling at me, yanked me painfully up to my feet by my cock and balls, pushed my head down so I was bent over, and blistered my ass with a belt. He told me to get him a drink. I did. After I heard him snore I dozed off lightly again.
Gradually I fell into the body-slave routine and was getting to enjoy it. He sensed this and decided it was tine to work me over again.
IV
Around 11 P.M. Monday night he had me kneel before him. I had been in total enslavement to him since Thursday evening. He scoured at me, then said, "Thursday evening you swore allegiance to me, saying among other things, 'Yes Master. I am bound by all these conditions and any others you may impose.' I intend to hold you to that commitment. Do you have any objections? Not that it would influence my decision."
I pondered, thinking to myself that this unplanned weekend guest certainly was making a radical transformation in my life. But over the past 76 hours the commanding, dominating, superior person I'd earlier had just glimpsed had emerged fully. As I had served him in often brutal slavery these past days, I had become completely captivated by him. I loved him--especially when he was brutal. He has become the embodiment of all my most secret fantasies. For whatever reason he now has such a hold on me that I know I'll do whatever he commands.
So I answer, "No Sir. No objections. I am honored to be your Slave.... as long as you desire."
He waited impassively as if wanting something else. I stumbled on, "I mean, Sir, UNCONDITIONAL SLAVERY. ... No Limits."
He responded, "Fine. Now here's the deal. I get an "A" in your course--anything less would compromise our Master-Slave relationship. This semester we go our regular schedules. Sometimes I'll let you come back here Thursdays. You'll give my your other truck so I can come out here after class Fridays. You are my slave, no matter where you are. For as long as I desire. As you said, 'No Limits!' ... These are temporary arrangements until the semester is over. Then I graduate. When I do, I don't intend to work. YOU will support me. So I'll let you do enough to hold on to you professor job. But on, my terms, my schedule. Understand?"
"Yes, Master." He handed me several sheets of paper. "On our way into the city tomorrow we'll stop by at a Notary and have us sign this agreement:
We the undersigned, hereafter known respectively as Master and
Slave, agree to enter into a Master-Slave relationship as follows:
The Slave undertakes the following obligations:
- i am a slave and i surrender myself completely to my
Master.
- Because my body is now my Master's property it is no
longer my right to protest any use He chooses to make of it.
Rather it is an honor if he deigns to touch me.
- It is my duty to obey all and any commands given me by
my Master, and to do so without question or hesitation.
- i will gratefully accept whatever bodily fluids my Master
offers me and serve as his toilet slave.
- i shall speak only when my Master gives me permission
to speak, and any questions I have regarding His commands
or the specifications of my assigned duties are to be made in
private, never in front of other people.
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i acknowledge my inferiority to my Master.
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In all personal activities, i surrender all decisions to my
Master:
a. i shall wear only the clothing my Master permits
me to wear, and go naked in the absence of
instructions to the contrary.
b. My bodily functions are controlled completely by
my Master; even the times I may go to the bathroom
are to be specified by him.
c. i shall continue working as a professor so as to
support my Master in fine fashion. Thus i shall turn
over all proceeds from my employment to him.
d. On the first anniversary of this agreement i shall
make my Master 51% co-owner of all my present
assets.
e. i shall address my Master as "Master" or "Sir" or
by whatever title he chooses to specify.
f. i shall accept whatever punishments my Master
may decree without complaint or protest.
g. i shall keep my body in whatever state of
cleanliness, outside or otherwise, My Master
desires.
h. I shall keep my entire body free of all hair at all times.
i. At all times i will stand in a respectful posture in
my Master's presence, and will sit or lie down only
with his consent. At no time will i presume to sit on
a piece of furniture without my Master's express
permission.
j. my very thoughts will be only to love and serve
my Master and to make him, proud of me. i will
never carry feelings of anger or resentment toward
Him, and if such a thought should involuntarily
cross my consciousness i shall immediately confess
these feelings to Him and submit to whatever
punishment He deems appropriate.
- i recognize my duty to keep my body in a proper
healthy condition for my Master's use and pleasure.
- i will reside in whatever quarters are mandated by my
Master.
- i will eat only those foods provided or allowed by my
Master, when and where he specifies i may eat them.
- i will never drink alcohol or take drugs without my
Master's specific permission.
- i will at all times be available for my Master's use, or the
use of whomever He shall command me to serve. At the
same time i shall do my best never to be an encumbrance
upon Him, or to make Him uncomfortable by my presence.
- i will submit willingly to whatever additional rules
(specified or unspecified) or revisions of these rules my
Master may wish to impose, either now or at a later date.
The Master undertakes the following obligations.
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I am a master and I accept this Slave in servitude.
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I will use my slave's body as I wish, such usage to be
limited only by my responsibility not to damage his physical
or mental well-being. This means I may not maim or cripple
him, but it does not preclude actions that permanently scar or
mark his body including scarification, tattooing, piercing,
castraton, or noncrippling surgical changes in his body. I
will take reasonable precautions to prevent him from being
exposed to AIDS. This does not preclude allowing others
to use him sexually if they are known HIV negative or if
only safe sex practices are engaged in.
- I shall provide adequate, if not convenient, opportunities
for the Slave to continue meeting his minimal
responsibilities for continued employment as a tenured
professor, and I shall use my full powers as Master to
ensure that he does so fulfill those responsibilities.
- I shall establish rules that will attempt to foresee for every
situation and contingency every facet of my slave's life. I
make no promises that such rules shall be explicit, fixed,
consistent, noncapricious, or reasonable. And I undertake
no guarantees that the enforcement of such rules will be fair,
consistent, or reasonable. My sole limitations in making
rules and their enforcement shall be imposed by other
clauses of this agreement.
- Within the self-imposed limitations established in this
agreement, I undertake to train and discipline my slave in a
manner calculated to guide him toward a perfection of
obedient submission that I know he never can achieve. In
doing so, it will be my goal to reward his efforts by
dispensing the punishments he deserves and thus should desire.
- I shall steward the resources assigned to me by my slave
so as to not jeopardize his long-term security and provision
for his necessities.
Further we both agree
- That this agreement continues so long as the Master
desires. It may be voided in whole, but not in part, by the
Master but it may not be voided in whole or in part by the
Slave under any circumstances.
- Any disputes between the Master and Slave over the
interpretation or application of the provisions of this contract
shall be submitted to arbitration. The arbitrator will be the
Master and his decisions shall be binding and not
appealable."
It was a scary contract. For it essentially surrendered everything to him with no protections for myself. It was only as protective as he was trustworthy. Nobody in their right mind would have signed such a contract. But I was not in my right mind. My fantasies all had become true and I, in my 40s, was in love with a young, cool, demanding, calculating, cocky twenty-y ear old who had brutally swept me off my feet. I might not survive it. But it was a dream come true. And I said, "The contract seems very fair to me, Sir. I'll be honored to sign it tomorrow."
On our way back to school we stopped at a Bank and had it notarized. I was now a permanent slave with nor essentially no rights and unbearable obligations. But I had a deliciously cruel demanding young Master who would see that I got what I deserved, needed, and, in my heart of hearts, craved. When the contract had been signed, I felt extremely lucky.
When I got back to the truck I said, "I love you, Master."
"When you get to your office remind me to punish you for speaking without permission."
"Gladly, Master!"
END