Master Control Session One
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The following is a true account of my servitude so far, my Master has ordered me to write and document my life as his slave. This is the first week as my life as an online slave.
First a little bit about me. I'm in my early thirties with short brown hair and blue eyes. I'm Irish but have a slight tan thanks to our wonderful summer. I swim and cycle so am in pretty good shape with abs that while not pronounced are definitely visible.
I have always fantasised about being a slave, giving up control, letting someone else run my life and make decisions for me. I have thought about being locked up in both a cage and chastity for longer than I can remember.
And that was what it has always been, a fantasy. until I met my online Master. It was only a week ago now but seems much like longer. I was scrolling through BDSM sites, posting advertisements, looking for somebody to take me under their wing when I got a message from my now Master.
`Hey boy, if you are still looking for a Master be on Skype next Tuesday for your evaluation'.
I got a surge of excitement as I read it but I was also very wary as some of the replies are just dudes who want to see yme cum and then disappear. I immediately cleared my schedule for that day and began to envision what would occur on that night.
The days before were uneventful and I hadn't received any messages from my Master since that first day. The lack of messages was both frustrating and exciting. On Monday I received a message from my soon to be Master requesting information.
It was the usual stuff, where I'm located, my stats, my likes and dislike. I had a few online Masters before so I knew the type of questions I'd be asked so I almost answered on autopilot. At this stage I just considered him another Master I would chat to briefly and then forget about.
It all changed when he sent me a message that shook me and left me in a state of shock.
`I see you created a Xtube account a year ago but didn't put any videos up why'
I stared at the message in disbelief, how did he know that? Who is he? Have I spoken to him before? It took me a few minutes to respond. I just looked at the screen blankly. I didn't realise it at the time but that was when my new Master got control of me and is why he still has control over me.
Fear. If he can get access to this information from my Kik account what else can he do. I tried googling to see how easy it was. I couldn't find myself linked to an Xtube account. How did he do it. This made me both super horny and super afraid at the same time.
I asked him how he knew and I got indirect answers in return. Was he being purposefully obtuse. Is this how he lures slaves in. Is he a hacker? Does he have control of my lap top without me knowing. I could barely sleep the night before as all the possibilities swirled around my mind.
The day of my enslavement came. When I awoke I had no idea how much influence my Master had over me after just a handful of messages. I awaited his arrival with a ton of questions to ask. That of course he wouldn't answer.
He eventually, after what seemed like an age came on Skype. He didn't even announce it, a video call just started. I wasn't sure if I should answer but a voice in my head was too afraid not to, so I did. A picture of my Masters keyboard came over with the message you will never see me.
I felt an uneasy feeling in my stomach as I realised he was watching me and I couldn't see him. I felt like I was on show. He sent me another message. `You will never see me, hear my voice or know my name. I am Master or Sir to you. Do you understand?'
I took a deep breath and typed `yes sir' back. He replied that sir has a capital S and advised that I shouldn't forget it. I made sure to try and make sure I didn't. I was kind of frozen watching the screen waiting for a message in return. The delay made it worse.
I had expected a few minutes warning to get myself geared up. But no, I was straight into it. He ordered me to stand with my hands behind my head. I did as I was ordered, determined to finally submit to my lifelong fantasy. He left me standing there waiting for a response.
`Take of your T-shirt' he ordered and quickly complied. In a matter of minutes, I was stood naked looking into the screen awaiting my new Masters orders. I was still half expecting him to tell me to cum and disappear and I could go back to my normal life.
That never happened. Instead he ordered me to tie my balls up tight. With a small string I then attached the rope to each of my big toes. I couldn't stand and the only way to move was on my knees and it was slow at that. Every time I moved I got a searing pain in my balls.
I couldn't believe how effective it was. He took away my ability to hold my head up straight. I was on my knees, humiliation rising in my stomach. He asked if I like it and I shook my head. He called me a liar and said my dick doesn't lie. I looked down and realised it was rock hard.
He wanted to see me move around and ordered me to throw my shoe across the room and fetch. It took so long to get. The small string allowed for me to move only an inch at a time as I navigated my dirty floor on my hands and knees. I had to carry it back in my mouth as my ass wagged along.
Master seemed please when I returned. He seemed different to all the other Master I had online before. I think his research of me on the internet had garnered more control then I thought. Every time I considered backing out I remembered and worried about what else he knew.
He ordered me into the bathroom. The cold tiles hurt under my knees but at this stage I had so much going on in my head I couldn't say no. I had only cleaned the tiles the night before so it wasn't too bad. I knelt there, stark naked, feet tied to my balls awaiting instructions.
He wanted a list of toys I had and was disappointed with my response of none. I felt ashamed and apologized. I couldn't figure out why I felt so bad, Masters control and manipulation of me was not something I was used to or had built up defences to. My head was spinning.
He said I will have to be punished for my lack of toys. He told me to drink two pints of water as slaves need to stay hydrated. I downed them, in truth I was quite thirsty and the water was a relief. I drank them down greedily and waited.
`Lick the toilet bowl' was the next order. I wasn't happy, I had never done it before and Master didn't seem like he was ready to listen to any excuses. I looked into the camera but the response of now in capital letters was all I got.
Without hesitation I began licking the toilet. It didn't taste too bad but the thought of what I was doing made me want to retch. He made me lick the entire seat before I could stop. He asked how it was and I told him it was ok but my tongue was very dry, I requested more water.
To my surprise he said yes, perhaps he is a fair Master. My relief didn't last long before he told me to drink out of the toilet bowl. My eyes went wide open reading the message. I didn't want to do it but didn't feel like I had much choice. He is probably recording this. Do as he say, I thought.
I tried lapping it up but with my feet tied it was very difficult. He allowed me to use my hands to scoop up the water. I had to thank him though first. I was so degraded not only am I been forced to drink toilet water but I have to show gratitude before I can even start.
He made me drink four or five mouthfuls before he told me to fill my mouth with toilet water and hold it there for a while. After a what seemed like ten minutes I was allowed to swallow. I was then made to flush the toilet with my head as close to the bottom of the bowl as possible.
I crawled back into my room where I was told to prop my pillows up and edge. No hands, like a dog. I did it watching myself on screen. That made it worse as I watched my naked body struggling to get to edge humping pillows like a dog covered in toilet water.
It took me a while to get to edge and when I did I just fell to the floor. `Ok You can untie' it was music to my ears. My balls where acing and so where both my big toes. Though something happened that I nor my Master expected.
In all my crawling around the string had really knotted. They were tight with very little wiggle room. My area of movement wasn't wide either. It ended up taking the best part of twenty minutes for me to untie. I must have looked like a fish, rolling and flapping around trying to get free.
When I did I was covered in sweat. Maybe he will give me a short break. No. He ordered me to edge. He introduced a number sequence that was designed to frustrate and humiliate me. He brought me close to the edge on numerous occasions. I felt so tired.
When he ordered me to stand and sit on my bed post and continue I felt like crying. I begged but he wasn't listening. The combination of anal and edging was both fantastic and frustrating at the same time. I really wanted to cum.
He didn't allow me to cum but did reward me with licking the ass juices off the bed post. Again I was forced to thank him even though I just wanted to run away and stop this humiliation. I was starting to realise it wasn't my choice anymore.
At this stage I was exhausted and also really needed to pee. I had been on camera for more than two hours and my knees where sore. I was ordered into the bathroom again and told to pee into a pint glass. I did it but was very nervous about what came next.
Master sensed my nerves and asked me if I ever drank piss before, I shook my head fear in my eyes. `Sit in your shower boy' he ordered. I sat there holding the pint of water, it felt warm. I looked down at the yellow substances trying to ignore the smell.
`Since this is your first time I will give you a few choices. 1, drink the entire pint and you are finished for the day. 2, drink two mouthfuls and pour the rest over your body and you are finished. 3, pour the whole glass over yourself, lick the remainder of the floor, but you're not finished'
He gave me a minute to decide. It was a hard decision, none of the options seemed good. Option one was the worse, I wasn't capable of it, option 2 seemed like a struggle too. That left option three. I figured most would go down the drain and I would only taste a little bit so I went with that.
The warm piss cascaded over my head and poured down my abs. I felt dirty and filthy. I was forced to lick it for about ten minutes but I could barely taste much piss which was a relief. `Edge for me boy, lying in your filthy piss'
The number game from earlier came into play and my frustrations built again. As I got close I put my left hand to my face and was repulsed by the stench of piss. This only seemed to make Master laugh. He watched my humiliation before ordering me to stop.
He praised me for my good work which left me feeling unbelievably good. Why was praise from this guy feeling so good? He said I could shower and turn off the cam but afterwards he would have a few rules to follow until our next interaction.
I returned to a list of demands on how my life would be for now on. 1. You will be naked in your room at all times. 2, You will sit to pee whether it is in a public bathroom or at home. 3, you will not cum without my permission. More rules will be added as your servitude continues. Do you agree?
I sent back a message saying I will follow all orders Sir. He praised me again which made me feel very happy. He told me to enjoy the rest of my evening and then disappeared. I went to bed that night with a mix of emotions, humiliation, fear and excitement. I was now someone's property.
If you have any suggestions for my Master please email them to derekhello34@hotmail.com