MasterRick15

If you saw that I visited your profile, it's because, at some point, there was an interest on my part. I'll see if you're interested if you read my profile and contact Me. I answer to all messages...well, a large marjority of them anyway.

If you're genuine, then take your chance.

Facts: There are many on this site who claim they want to be treated with zero respect and say they are willing to submit, and yet, once contacted, they show no courtesy or regard in return. That is, when they answer at all.

There is no such thing as a ''no limit slave''. Unless those who make that claim are unaware of their own limits, by lack of experience, or they are lying.

 There is a saying in Hollywood: ''Honesty is the key to success - if you can fake that, you got it made''.

This is the definition of slavery as written in the online dictionary:

Even if it's done everyday, peeing on a slave as I wake up in the morning never feels like routine.

I really like reading the masochists profiles that says how inferior they are, how they love being humiliated and all the things they would like their Owner to do to degrade them. Some of those texts are quite a turn-on.  Too bad they are so many fakes and flakes among them.

slaves can be used for a great number of things. One of my favourite is to use one of my slaves as an object. I never smoked, but I always fantasized about using the mouth of one of my pets as an ashtray.
Another use is to transform the slave into a footstool. It's very easy. First, you order the slave to get down on the floor. Second, you comfortably rest your feet on his back - if you wanted him to be on all-fours, or directly on his face - if you wanted him to lie on his back. You may keep your boots or shoes on and take the opportunity to have your soles cleaned. I usually have my slaves serve Me that way before I order them to take off my boots and socks and lick my feet or suck my toes. Whatever movie you're watching on the screen, it makes the experience of cinema even more relaxing. All you need then is some popcorn and a glass of wine. Press the "play" button on your remote and enjoy.

I had the slave lie at my feet. I take place on my favourite couch while his head faces Me from under. I can rest my feet directly on his face but I can also put some pressure on his neck, right above the collar, with my naked heel. I like his reaction when I put some pressure on his Adam's apple. It makes him cough everytime lol.
While the movie starts, I have a glass of wine in my hand and my favourite flogger in the other. The leather is rough and the edges of the tails are sharp. I must love that flogger as much as my slaves hate it.
"If you get whipped, it's your fault!" I tell them.
"But Master, sometimes, you beat us for no reason", one of them said to Me.
"you idiot! Since when do I need a good reason to whip your ass? you're my slave, right? Beating you for fun is reason enough".

The slave likes the presence of my feet on his face so much that he's starting to relax as well. I notice it, take another sip of wine and wait until there's a scene in the movie where the actors are not doing anything important. When it happens a few minutes later, I carefully put my glass on the table besides Me and hit my slave right in the middle of his chest. his tits are open so I give him two other slashes, one hit on each of them. I can tell in his moaning that he wonders why I've hit him. I always find it useful to slap or kick the slaves at random that way. it makes them wonder if they really have done something wrong. That kind of reaction is good to keep them on their toes, but also to make them reflect on the quality of their servitude to Me.
When the slave realize this is the kind of movie which may have a few of those scenes that the producers could have cut off but didn't, he knows he's in for some action himself.
When the action scenes kicks in, I put my feet on his face again. There's a very good chase with the kind of cars I like (muscle cars from the '68-'72 era), and then a fight. 
Without my knowledge, I had pressed my feet harder than I realized on his face. I hear a muffled sound from the slave. I realize why, slaps his face, tell him to shut up and put my feet over his face again. This time I try to be careful not to push my feet too hard on him but I know how easily distracted I can be. I just think he's lucky this isn't an horror movie.

Later during the movie, there are a few more boring scenes. My slave is relax again but he knows anything can happen at anytime. I put down my glass one last time as well as the flogger. I take off my feet from his face and kneel beside him, with both knees encasing his head. I stand above him and push my thumbs inside his mouth. I start to pull apart both sides of his mouth. It causes him pain but I really like doing that to him. My ass is resting on his forehead as I keep pushing the end of my thumbs between his molars and his cheeks.
"Arrergheaalgh!" he says, but since it's completely incomprehensible and totally irrelevant anyway, I don't mind him. Since his mouth is wide open (in a very funny way) I take the opportunity to spit a few times in his mouth. If it's good enough to be an ashtray, it's good enough for everything else, right? I'm amused at his attempt to swallow my saliva. I can see his throat moving. I suddenly think it would be a good idea to put some pressure on his collar, just to find out what would happen.
"Arrergheaalgh!" again! It's hilarious, but his vocabulary will have to improve. I'm gonna have to take care of that sometime, but only after the movie.
I take a quick look at the screen. Another boring scene. I take the other thumb out of his mouth and wipe both of them on his chest and starts pinching his nipples again. By doing so, I moved my body a little forward so now my butt is right on his mouth. I order him to lick my ass, right where the asshole is. he doesn't hesitate, but breathing his difficult for him in this position. I can feel a warm wind between my ass cheeks through my leather pants. It only encourage Me to twist his nipples a little harder. I even moved a bit forward to allow him to take back his breath only to make him pay by slapping his hardened dick. I must have hit a testicle as well because he let go a sudden yelp. To keep his silly mouth shut, I return my ass on his mouth, pressing it all over his face. I can feel his nose right behind my coccyx. he's lucky again that I take care not to break it (after all, all this blood could mess up my pants LOL)
 
For the next minutes until something decent shows up on the screen, I regularly move back and forth to allow him to catch some air only to grab his balls and squeeze them in the palm of my hand. The slave is caught in a whirlwind of sexual arousal and physical pain. I'm quite excited myself. Maybe I should rent a trilogy next time.
Eventually, there's another car chase. Great! I slap his dick one last time and return my precious ass on the couch. My feet return to his face and so the flogger is back in my hand.
he gets a few more hits on his tits.
"AH! AAARHGH!" he yells.
Another slash on his chest makes him quiet.
"I'm watching the movie, slave", I say in a whisper. But he can't see the action because he's got my feet all over his face. he never watched movies anyway (something I always humiliate him for is his lack of culture. The moron knows nothing but the soles of my feet. Considering his low position in life, I say it's good enough for him)

The movie finally ends. During the generic, I allow my slave to kiss my feet before permitting him to stand on his knees. I pull on the front ring of his collar with my finger and raise his head.
"I want you to clean up this mess. When you're done, get Me another glass of wine. I'll be in the bath. you will be at the side of the bathtub in 5 minutes to massage my feet. you got it, asshole?".
"Yes, Master!" he says with a smile.

Considering the hard-on he's got as I leave him behind, I'd say he liked that movie too, somehow.

Master Rick

The Master, the slave and the electric box

"Qui nous fait sentir étrangement bien" - "Ella, elle l'a", sang by France Gall

I am wearing a black latex T-shirt under my black leather trench coat. I have biker's gloves, English style riding boots over my leather pants and a leather cap completes my outfit. My sun glasses are hiding my eyes but I can see very well through them, thanks to the numerous red lights displayed on the ceiling, all pointing at my victim.  I can't tell you how comfortable I am right now, but it is close to Heaven.

In the dungeon, the slave has been tied up to the St-Andrew's cross. he is now collared, defenseless, vulnerable and, of course, completely naked. I have an easy access to his dick and balls and I intend to take advantage of it. The electric box will do the rest.

First, I clamp the connections of the electric box on both sides of his scrotum and make sure everything is in order. There are four settings to use. The pulse setting must always be at ten in order to make all the other settings to work. The fine setting is for bringing echos of pain through the genitals. The frequency setting is to regulate the intensity of the humming. Then, by it's lack of delicacy and refinement, the coarse setting will kick in inside the so-called privates of the slave (which are really mine), and will make it even more torturous for the slave to suffer. A variation of those levels, carefully set, will put the slave in a state of anxiety and nervousness which will add to my sadistic pleasure. If I push any of those buttons too far, panic will invade the slave s mind. I know I have that power at my fingertips. It is a great privilege but also a deep responsibility. I must use the device carefully. I need to learn how much he can take of the energy displayed by the box. his threshold is important to Me, as it is the fine line between his capacity to endure pain and the sacred point of no return. The slave trusts Me not to cross that line, and I have to prove to him that he can rely on my tender cares during that experiment.
Still, I am in command and I will make sure he will feel very powerless thoughout the entire session.
 
I keep looking in his eyes as my field of vision allows Me to keep in sight the setting buttons of the box. Then, I move the setting gently to level one to see what happens. I ask the slave to tell Me his impressions. he arrogantly tell Me that he feels nothing. I smile and move it slowly to two
"i feel something, Master", he says. It makes Me smile again, but I'm not done with him yet.
As I slowly turns the frequency button up to three, the slave s voice changes. Suddenly, his feeble self-confidence is gone as well as his snot-nose arrogance. Looks like he s got something urgent to tell Me.
"I feel it, Master! I feel it! It is quite strong!"
I laugh.
"Oh, you don't say, jerk?" I reply with my largest smile. "And this is just the beginning. It is only up to level three and it goes up to ten. What shall I do?"

I can see an instant of panic in his eyes. I don't think he ever imagined how much power this little device can generate, nor how much in a sadistic mood wearing this black leather puts Me into. I lower the setting and raise the fine level with equal care. The slave is instantly hit by a different sensation. I want him to describe it to Me.
"I can feel it changing, Master!" 
Of course, I am not satisfied with such an elusive phrase.
I raise his chin with my gloved hand.
"Either you give Me a much better description of the feelings I will impose on you, or excruciating pain is what you'll have to describe in a moment. you have no more than 10 seconds to find the right words that fits the impression".
The slave sends Me that look that reminds Me of a beaten dog, but he knows better than to loose precious time begging Me for mercy. he manages to babble what he feels in much better words. I cannot help but to smile some more as I take note of every details he is so generously giving Me. Then, I put the pad on the table and take the box in my hands again. I lower the frequency setting to zero and move to the coarse setting.
"Oh no!" he whispers, to which I reply "Oh yes!" with joy.
The session continues as I try every variations my mind can think of. The slave and I can never tell how it's gonna be, but it is much more amusing for Me than it is for him. he begins to voice his concern about continuing the experiment. A few good slaps across the face reminds him who is in charge. I cannot help but to think how selfish he can be at times. What a moron! Can't he sees how much I am enjoying myself?

Once I have a pretty good idea of what I can do with that box, I start to mix the settings together, all at different levels. The slave's reaction goes from being amused to being intensely scared. My pants are getting way too small now.
I continue to take note of every variations, willingly leaving the settings on as I take my sweet time to write everything on my pad. (I even put grades on the reactions I liked the most, sort of a ''best of'' list).

The slave may beg all he wants, I am in no hurry to re-read myself when needed. For one quick second, he tries to liberate himself but there is no escape. The straps are well in place and he is in no position to resist Me. he begs for a blindfold but I refuse. I want him to see how much fun it is for Me to torment him. It is wonderful to know I am the only one who can give him relief. I am also in control when it comes to inflict pain on him. What if I go beyond his precious threshold? With a witty comment, I make sure to put that possibility inside my slave s head. I remind him in no uncertain terms how many good reasons he s got to behave like a good guinea pig, including this one. 
Once I experimented with all the possibilities the box can provide Me, I felt the real fun could begin.

As I change the settings to incommodate the slave, I tease him, torture him and laugh at him. I stroke his penis while I use a combination that he described as titillating just to suddenly increase another setting which make the experience far more dramatic! Then the slave's whispers of pleasure turns into a sudden yelp. The session is quite comical, for Me that is. I can whimsically give him pleasure OR pain, and it is all by turning the right buttons the right way. With the help of my notes in front of Me, the combinations are diabolical, and so is the grin on my face.

After half an hour of non-stop various torments, the slaves begs Me with his most submissive voice to put an end to his ordeal. I ignore him, of course, and continues with the program I have in mind.
''We will try each settings one more time. I want to be sure to remember what I have done to you since the very beginning'', I say to him with the most neutral tone imaginable.
The slave's face turn into a display of pure desperation. I cannot help but to burst into laughter. Oh boy! THAT box is much better than the X-box! It is true after all, that there are better things to do than play video games all day long. lol

The last moments seems endless for the slave as I read to him exactly every lines that I wrote on my pad before I try the different settings on him.
"Okay...this one will really make you jump...there! Do you remember it now?
"Please, Master! Is this the last one?"
" Hmm, no. There are a few more remaining".
"But...but you said we would go through the list and then it would be over!"
I bounce my shoulders with a smile.
"Yes, I know I said that, but I want to try the ''best of'' a few more times again".
I cannot describe to you the look in the slave's eyes, but when I saw it, my pants were about to burst.

Finally, after a few more torturing minutes, I tell the slave it is over. I take off the clips of the box from his genitals and starts to caress his nuts gently. The slave's head lowers and as he closes his eyes. his breathing returns to normal as well as his heartbeat. Then, once the impression of false security is deeply within him, I give him a quick hard tug on his dick. A couple of good slaps across the face make sure he will pay attention again.

I untie him. his first reaction is to get down on his knees and to kiss my boots passionately. I show a little compassion by pressing down my sole on the back of his head
"Good doggie-boy!  you are such a nice toy to play with, y'know?"

Poor thing.

The next time, I will wrap him in saran-wrap on to a post in the basement (one of his favourite bondage position). As usual, I will make sure to leave openings for his tits and genitals to put clothepins on. I will put a blindfold on him, a gag in his mouth, and some good old police handcuffs on his wrists. Unknown to him, I will leave him there for a few minutes only to return with the infernal box again. Then I will have my note pad in one hand and the box in the other.

Let's try those combinations step by step again, okay, slave?

Master Rick