My Introduction to slavery (February 26, 2024)

I never in my past considered myself slave material - not because i wasn't submissive enough or courageous enough, but because the amount of dedication required to be a slave was something I could never commit to. The fantasy of being a slave would lay fallow in the dark recess of my mind and only brought forward rarely for some guilty masturbatory pleasure. This was soon unexpectedly going to change.

Master and I had initially started chatting on Recon in April in 2022. It started with simple pleasantries, the exchange of face pictures, the obligatory “Sir” and “Good boy” exchanges that more often than not lead to a session or two that’s full of fantasy and role play rather than a true Dom/sub or Master/slave relationship. Of note, within a few text exchanges, Master was already correcting me to what he wanted, namely that he was to be addressed as ‘SIR’ in all caps, rather than ‘Sir’. Quickly we talked through my life situation. I am always very transparent and upfront with my interests as well as limits in order to set expectations so as not to waste anyones time, including my own. I was up front that my situation was probably more conducive to one off sessions rather than to being a good slave, but Master was willing to see. We exchanged phone numbers and then, for the life of me I can’t remember, we never connected. That time in 2022 was turbulent for a few reasons so it’s likely that I just dropped the ball.

Flash forward to Monday February 26, 2024 when Master nonchalantly reached out with a “Hey, boy.” At first I didn’t know who he was, or that we had previous conversations, but upon looking at our past chat history, I suddenly felt excited. I immediately responded with a “Hello, SIR”. We chatted a bit and he invited me over to his dungeon that same day. At first, though I was eager, I had a lot of meetings that I had to attend. However, as we continued talking, the desire to meet Master in his dungeon kept growing, until finally I turned my calendar upside down so that I could spend around 90 minutes with him. Those 90 minutes would change my life.

I met Master at his dungeon at 2:15 promptly. We spent around 10 minutes chatting about limits and what was allowed or not - tldr; I don’t have anal or oral intercourse, no blood, scat, or permanent marks. Yes, I like poppers. Then Master started to train me. He ordered me to put on his blindfold. His exact words were, “Make sure the blindfold is tight enough, or you’ll regret it because I will.” That initial comment really set the mood. I was a submissive and I had zero control. That would only be amplified throughout that day. From here on out, I can only talk about what I think I was subjected to, as I couldn’t see anything. Master made me take my clothes off and immediately put an iron collar, wrist, and leg manacles on me. My response to every order was to be “Yes, Sir.” Any missteps would lead to warnings and potential punishments. Needless to say I was somewhat aroused and somewhat scared. He led me into his dungeon and told me to stand at attention while he strapped some contraption around my cock. I later discovered that this was a Mr. S Samurai Cock cage. I had never felt such a device and honestly didn’t know what to do about it. Master made me get on all fours and back into what turned out to be a steel cage. He had me struggle to get out of the cage while often feeding me poppers. Throughout this time Master kept referring to me as a 'slave.' To be honest, I thought that this was just all part of the scene and didn't think much of it. My mental, physical, and emotional state were so overloaded 'slave' didn't really register for me. At some point, Master set a timer and said that I had 3 minutes to get hard, otherwise that would be an infraction that would result in punishment. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get hard. 

My punishment was to be crucified. Master had me stand on a stool, positioned my arms as far as they would spread above me, and took the stool away. For around a minute I was hanging there without any support other than my arms, until Master in his generosity told me that there was a bar behind me that I could use. This bar, however, was narrow and slippery so, while I was able to rest my feet on it, more often than not I would slide off. At some point in time my fingers started to become numb, and Master gave me some relief by taking me down. I think it was during this time that Master told me that “being a slave isn’t easy.”

After I was able to rest for a few minutes, Master put me in double rigid irons with my hands between my legs. He ordered that I try to get out of the irons, which, surprisingly, I was able to with my wrists. When I got my wrists out I was ecstatic and celebrated, that is until Master put cuffs on my hands and put me back into the irons. This action basically broke my will and told me that I couldn’t control anything because Master could just return me to where he wanted me and make it worse. I was in this very uncomfortable position for apparently over 50 minutes. During this time I was fed poppers, had very interesting visual and hallucinogenic  visions, and told that I was now “owned”. In the midst of all of this, Master attached nipple clamps to me. When I felt them go on I instinctively knew that they were eagle talon tit clamps. In all honesty, I’ve always been too frightened to use these clamps because of the pain that I thought they could inflict. I can now affirm that these things are evil, especially when they come off. In this case, I had no choice. At the predetermined time, master released me and we talked briefly about the experience. I was really grateful that Master had spent so much time training and using me in his dungeon as his slave. Little did I know how much I needed to be his slave even outside the dungeon setting.