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To all who know me, I am Slave Babai or Slave Kolkata, or to many of them - simply Babai. But for them who doesnt know me - I am a guy in my late 20s, 5ft and 10in tall, dusky and with a bit of extra pounds. I am good looking with averagely short hairs but a very hairy body. I am well spoken and softly too and I can be very naive at times. Though I will love to be a 24/7 live in slave but I have other responsibilities in my vanilla world as well. So I try to live this life whenever I can.
Apart from this, I am well placed in my vanilla world, doing a good job in a great company and with even greater people around me. May be possible some of you might know my vanilla self as well, but still I will expect the slightest of the respect to my privacy and the greatest of the faith upon my regards for your privacy. Its a mutual world isn't it? So my mantra is live, let live and be safe.
Now coming back to the chained thoughts, I am not sure when exactly first I couldnt helped myself experimenting with the kinks of B&D or S&M, as long as I remember I was fond of Bondage, Discipline, Punishments, Tortures and Humiliations from my childhood, say when I was in class II. I used to draw graphic amateurish depictions of men under extreme torture. With the extent of time, my imaginations matured beyond the canvas and urged me in self indulgence of pain and punishment. Not being the boldest that I am now it had to be bound to the four walls and between me and my soul. But slowly with the internet reaching every homes and desk uniting like minds and thoughts I borke free of my reservations and by the time I was 16 or 17 I had my first experience.
Well needless to say the first experiences are never the way you want, too much of expectations fighting with the sheer reality of limitations, also my first experience wasnt one to remember, but later I learned to contain myself and adjust to the needs of my owner. It took some 4-5 years, but better late than never, and god willing the post session complaints are now close to ultimate satisfactions. And there is no greater joy than the joy of a master satisfied with his slave. But yet it is a constant learning process, and I am still learning.
Slave Babai
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