Disclaimer: The following account is true. It is more of an autobiography rather than a fictional story. It delves on the concept of BDSM, more specifically, the Master/slave relationship. If you are looking for a story with lots of explicit sex scenes, this is not one of them. However, I hope that you will spend some time and read this story anyway. Any comments can be directed to me. Thank you.
************************ The Heart Of The Slave ************************
My name is Edward Chong. I am 23, going to 24, Chinese male, currently living in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. I am 175cm (5'9") tall and weighing 68kg (150lb). I am in good physical form, not too many scars, not tatooed, not pierced in any way. Most importantly, I am still a virgin. Well, depending on your definition of a virgin anyway. I have messed around with a guy before, fondling each other and masturbating together, but that's all. Never received or given a blowjob before, never fuck or be fucked before. More importantly, I have also never been in love before, although that is not entirely correct. One-sided love is always the case, but never once was the love returned. No one recipocrated to my actions. It takes two to tango, but I am always alone.
Since I am the only child in the family, being born gay is not exactly the easiest thing to live with. Sure, my parents are cool with that, but they will never have grandchildren. Before you go giving me any suggestions about having children, let me state my stand. I do not approve in bringing another child into this world where everything seems to be in the wrong place. Why must we add another life to the cycle of suffering that we are enduring? And there are more abandoned child cases than we can take in any one day. I always believe that if we want children, we can adopt one instead of giving birth to one. Sure, you can argue with all the gene pool theories and variety rules and laws, but at the end of the day, will it really matter?
However, this is not about my children or your children or their children. This is about me. I first learnt about masturbating when I was 14, that's pretty late for anybody to discover such a wonderful thing. I spent the next year learning everything there was to know about sex. I have always known that I am gay, since I only drool to guys in sexy underwears, rather than girls in even sexier birthday suits. I guess I was about 8 when I first realised that. However, my confirmation was only achieved when I was introduced to the Internet when I was 19. I am as gay as gays can be. I didn't keep my sexual orientation a secret. I used to use the phrase 'I'm gay' to put a period to the pesky questions of 'when are you going to get a girlfriend?' or 'when are you getting married?' by friends and family. Even so, there is still one thing missing. One more important fact that is left out. The last piece of the puzzle.
I realised that ever since I was able to get an erection, I would always get hard when I watch a movie where the hero is captured by the villian, tied up, and tortured. I tried talking to an ex-schoolmate of mine when we were young but he offered no answers. It was not until I read the stories in the Nifty Archive (I exhausted all the stories within the Authoritarian section) and saw the pictures on pornography websites that I knew what the missing link was. BDSM. Bondage, Dominance, Sado, Masochism. The idea of being at the total mercy of another is just too intoxicating. Tied up, can't protect yourself, can't stop what is happening to you, all good sex. Mostly, that's just the definition of Bondage. Sado Masochism revolves more around pain and pleasure, and that is as cool as it is erotic. Most people gets turn off by it, but being spanked, whipped, nipples clamped, cock and balls all tied up, and a huge vibrating dildo up one's ass is just too much to take for me. I'd cum on the spot.
Even so, the most important thing of all to me, is the D of BDSM. Dominance. Some call it Power Exchange. Some call it Role-play. It's a concept that is very difficult to accept by many. Who in their right mind would want to be a slave to another person? Haven't you heard of human rights? Haven't you heard of liberty? Well, I value those things as much as the next guy, but there is this feeling inside my heart that just won't go away. A hole that cannot be filled by work, sex, or anything else. The desire to be a slave to another man. The Heart of The Slave.
Sure, this is as much as fantasy as another story in the Archive, and the idea of actually being a slave scares me as well. But we are mainly talking about sex slaves. You know the drill, being kept in the house all day naked except for the slave collar, doing all the house work till the Master returns, then down to the dungeon for all those fun and games. Most of the Master/slave relationship comes with humiliation, dog training, and most commonly, leather and latex. Of course, it suits the fancy of each individuals, and that is not absolute. As much as the concept is foreign and alien, it is a lifestyle really, and it is a lifestyle that I have been craving ever since I knew what I knew. What can I say, I am born that way. Sure, I want to be 'normal' like everybody else. Get a job, find a girlfriend, settle down, have kids, work till I die of old age. That's just not me, you know? My motto is: Possibly by taking the road less taken by will make all the differences.
I know of a lot of slaves from the Internet that shares the same view as I am, most of them anyway. I find that there are more slaves out there than Masters. I wonder why is that. Most of them are into humiliation, and some is even willing to be castrated. That is a concept that I do not get. I believe that the human body is a work of perfection that we should respect and enjoy, and as much as being a slave means serving the Master without any consideration of your own feelings, I just feel that the concept would work better both ways. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I don't understand the concept. Hey, what do I know? I am still a virgin!
And perhaps that is why it is so hard for me to find someone. Someone who can agrees with my views. Someone who can prove to me that he is better than me in everyway, that he can master me in everything that we do. That is the man that I will willingly submit to. Not some Master wanna-bes who says 'Please call me Sir'. A true Master will never use the word 'please'. He commands the slave. He orders the slaves. He gives instructions to the slave. He doesn't give the slave a choice, but when he does, it is done as a reward, as a show of respect for the slave's excellent servitude. Because you see, slaves are a very special breed of people. They are willing to give up so much of their lives just to service another person. And in regard to that, I admire those in the profession of servitude as well, namely, Butlers.
As been stated in many of the Archive's story, a slave will give up everything to serve a Master, and in return, the Master should do everything in his power to protect and provide for the slave. Mutual respect, although it sounds like the role is reverse here. A relationship is always both ways. The phrase 'give and take' does not mean the slave gives and the Master takes. Nothing comes free in this world. Well, the stories in the Archive does. Anyway, a Master who can respect the slave's limits, and a slave who can rise up to all the Master's requests, will be the ideal Master/slave relationship that I am looking for.
Even so, I would more often than not break the rules. Why? Am I a bad slave? Well, I wouldn't use the word 'bad', just 'naughty'. Being the slave who does everything perfectly tends to become boring after a while. And perfection doesn't come without imperfection, so once in a while, I'd intentionally screw up and get spanked, whipped, and chained. Ah, that should keep the fun going. Being tied spread-eagled, gagged and blindfolded, nipples clamped, cock and balls bound, a vibrator up the ass and maybe some electro will make my day.
So, where does that leaves me? High and dry. Actually, hot and horny. I don't even know why I am writing this story. It is not even a story for goodness sake. Thank God it's short and it didn't waste too much of your time. Well, if there is anything you'd like me to know, do drop a mail. Thanks for reading.