noamslutty

1/7

I have served a couple in the past as their slave 24/7 for six months.
Occasionally someone here will ask me how my service went. So I have decided to write about it in detail.

I met the couple through an American BDSM site: I was looking for a slave master located near an unnamed West-Euro city where I had just studied as part of Erasmus.
I found and contacted one such couple. It was a couple consisting of an upper-middle-aged man - balding, a bit of a stickler - and a young, beautiful woman. Both presented themselves as dominant.
I wrote to them, whereupon they promptly wrote back. And message after message followed, and before I could hope for it I was invited to their place for coffee. Or at least I thought it would be for coffee.
I followed them to a small town consisting purely of better (though not explicitly flashy) villas, knocked on the door, and was answered by a rather pretty girl, a bit chubby in her mid-twenties, who looked nothing like the show piece I was presented with in the picture. Moreover, this girl seemed very shy.
I was shown into the living room, where a gentleman and lady were sitting in a chair. I smiled shyly at them and greeted them. Whereupon the gentleman just said to me, "get naked, boy". I was a little shocked. Up until then I was just nervous, now I was scared. Surprisingly, perhaps, I didn't think for a moment about politely apologizing and quickly getting the hell out of there.
Instead, I just stood motionless and trembled a little - until I was ordered to do it again. Finally, I obeyed.
My hands must have been behind my head. Naked and stooped, I stood looking at the ground while I let them talk (apparently about me) in a foreign language I didn't understand (I wasn't at Erasmus in Ireland, but in another European country where indigenous languages still survived).
All three of them joined in the conversation, including the plump girl I identified as their slave or maid. At one point the lady started giggling and I didn't know what for, which of course was extremely unpleasant.

3/7
The gentleman smiled and motioned something to the obviously subordinate lady.
The miss left the room, returned again after a moment, and handed something to the master. The latter came up to me, bent down, and put it on me: it was a chastity belt. He took advantage of the fact that I had already stopped being Horný.
"Kneel down."
I knelt down, and, already knowing what would be expected of me, I obediently opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. This was how I imagined a proper slave was supposed to behave.
The strange thing was that suddenly all fear, all nervousness, fell from me. At least it seems that way now in retrospect.
I was a bitch and all she was expected to do was suck cock. She was there to carry out the order to the best of her ability. Nothing else mattered at that moment: only the satisfaction of the master's cock. The sensation was very satisfying.
The bitch became very active, even though she had never had a male sex organ in her mouth before. But she had studied and rehearsed, for example, on a banana, what to do and how to do it: curl her lips so that her teeth could not be felt, engage her tongue, her hand, suck to the rhythm.
After a while, the master took the initiative himself, grabbed the top of my head and started to fuck my mouth very "hard", whereupon in a moment his cum was in my mouth. That it was over so quickly surprised me. But I didn't start choking on my first oral: the master was too short for that.
I swallowed everything without being ordered to, whereupon I remained kneeling, my hands behind my head as if automatically.
The master complimented me and told me that I would go with Aurora (the name is false), that is, the plump submissive girl, to the city by car to get things.
I knew there was no turning back now - not to mention the week I had been given to think about it.
And some may consider what I am about to declare as frivolous, but I was at that moment more delighted by the revelation than I was by any sense of apprehension or fear.

2/7
Finally the master spoke in English, "Do you know what a slave contract is, boy?"
"Yes, sir."
"That's good. But we don't play at anything like that. We refuse any clearly defined rules set in stone. Our relationship will be based on mutual trust, not directly written, clearly stated rules. We won't tell you what practices we like and what you'll have to do and not do for us. That would spoil the thrill of it, right? You should only care about one thing: that we are looking for a total human object, a slave with no rights. If you're okay with that, then you know pretty much all you need to know."
"Sir," I stammered, "I don't want to be permanently maimed, castrated, killed ..."
"Those aren't rules, those are givens, slave. To serve us, you must trust us not to do anything like this to you. What good is a piece of paper that says it won't happen if you don't trust us?"
"I understand," I said.
The gentleman nodded his head. "I guess you realize that if you join us in service and then let us down with your behavior, there will be consequences."
"Yes, sir."
"You will have a week to try out what it means to be our slave: if you then wish to continue to serve us, we will take some very compromising pictures. If you disappoint us, we will publish them, no doubt about it."
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Otherwise, you wrote that you were in school here, and that you intended to stay here only until June, and then that you intended to return home: both of which I respect. Otherwise, we expect total devotion and obedience. You will become our property and be treated as such. We won't care about your feelings, desires or interests. Most of the time, we will pay de facto no attention to you at all. And when we do, it will probably hurt you."
"Alternatively, you will be ordered to do something," Madame spoke to me in a rather harsh, contemptuous tone. Master's voice was stern, commanding, but one didn't feel like shit, with apologies. It was different with the Madame.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."

6/7
Slowly, though, sex was being added to the beatings. More and more often the slave would orally and anally satisfy the master, whereupon he was given the honour of beginning to orally satisfy the mistress.
One day the master pissed in the slave's mouth, and when he found that the slave could tolerate it, he decided to shit in it. This was a much bigger problem for the slave. The slave (unsurprisingly) got very sick, but eventually he managed to cope and swallowed the shit along with his vomit.
The slave was rewarded for his willingness to fully submit by being temporarily released from the cage. This time the slave was allowed to cum while their other slave was fucked by her master. The male slave thanked, allowed himself to be locked up again, whereupon his master told him: "It is obvious that you will be able to fulfill your duties as a slave."
"Thank you, Master."
That moment was a turning point in the relationship between the slave and his owner: from that moment on he had to swallow shit, urine, get beaten, suck his master's cock, lick his mistress's vagina, almost daily. The slave had been fully tested and now what had been a holiday for him had become an everyday occurrence.
The slave was suddenly forbidden to speak at all: except for one small moment during the week when the slave, the slave girl, sat on the floor, their owners on the sofa and talked. Their owners mostly asked questions, they answered: their interests, their desires were addressed. The master shared with the slave his interest in history and philosophy, and the discussion often veered in that direction. This moment, however, was an exception: moreover, the slave was just a thing that served to satisfy the needs of the owner. Period.
Slaves also served the acquaintances of their owners, who were intimately involved in the running of their households. These people, however, usually just wanted to fuck the slave girl and only had the slave boy pour them a drink.

5/7

Only occasionally did the slave get a bit of attention: when, for example, the master complimented him that the food was delicious. Or once when he slapped him hard on the bottom while carrying his Master’s wine. Or when his mistress had his nails painted. But otherwise, the slave had to be quiet all the time (just like Aurora but she was scantily clad, of course; only he was completely naked here).
The slave craved a little attention. It only excited him when someone shouted at him and ordered him to fetch this or that or cook something.
At night the slave had dreams in his cell in which he could again suck his master’s penis obediently, or he could lick his mistress's vagina, which she sometimes showed him - perhaps to torment his hedgehog in the cage.
Therefore, the moment when his hedgehog was released from the cage was a truly epic experience for him. He had an incredible boner. He was allowed to cum while the master was making into him. Master drove into the slave hard, slave’s ass hurt like hell. Still, it was an experience: any treatment of his body became a feast.
The slave gradually got used to the increasingly brutal treatment. The slave was given nipple clamps, which he was pulled hard when he had to kneel. When master and mistress were watching something on television, suddenly it was not enough for the couple that the slave was kneeling humbly and looking down at the floor, but it became the rule that the slave was occasionally beaten on the back, on the buttocks, on the stomach, or kicked in the balls.
The slave was to come to believe that the ownership of master and mistress was almost unlimited. We can do with what is ours as we please. A slave just has to endure it all and ten thank us for it, od course.
But the slave was otherwise completely deprived of the human touch and attention of other people in the house, so he was grateful for any way in which he received this and that. Plus, he really was a slave - it turned him on to be helpless, to be the thing.

4/7
On the car journey, thanks to Aurora, I learned the rules which a slave is obliged to observe in the house: A slave must remain silent at all times unless directly asked to say something. A slave never sits on a sofa, on a chair, or lies in bed unless directly invited to do so. A slave is naked in the house unless otherwise directed. A slave sleeps on mattresses in the cellar, sometimes in a cage. The slave is responsible for cleaning the house, ironing, cooking, tending the garden, in short, everything. A slave is required to kneel and perform a "kowtow" whenever his master, mistress or their "initiated" friends appear before him, unless otherwise specified. The slave is obliged to endure everything unless he deems it appropriate that he will indeed be seriously harmed by it, and it is all about trust between the owner and his living property: the owner trusts the slave not to abuse the master's trust in order to avoid a tolerable (albeit unpleasant) experience. The slave trusts the master not to cross the imaginary line between modern BDSM bondage and the involuntary bondage of previous centuries. The slave has no free time, unless the master specifies otherwise, to spend outside the house. A slave always eats from the bowl what the owner specifies.
The slave, full of excitement, returned with his belongings and Aurora back to the villa, his new "home", only to find that slavery may not be the most fun fate. Gradually the slave was trained by Aurora how to use this household appliance and that one ted. In the days that followed, the slave's task was to cook, to iron, to serve as a waiter to guests at an event hosted by the owners of the estate. When he wasn't doing this or that, the slave was either studying (in what little free time he had), or at school, or kneeling naked on the floor in the owners' living room or bedroom, eyes downcast, while they watched a TV show or made love.

7/7
Surprisingly, during the time I was a slave for my owners, my relationship with their slave, Aurora, did not develop. It was mainly because we were forbidden to speak together.
Moreover, we were soon tasked with harming each other. Sometimes, instead of watching television, the couple opted for "live television": it was we who were given the task of hurting each other using the instruments of torture that we knew so intimately, because the owners often used them on ourselves.
What was terrible was how terrible we could be to the other under pressure: how terrible we could deliver blows. Moreover, we were not given clear orders: do this or that to her (him). We were only tasked with pleasing our owners as much as possible - and it was somewhat obvious what that meant in terms of how brutal we were supposed to be, right?
We often had to please them by beating ourselves up as well.
We were trained to be able to please our owners as best we could. We knew exactly how to lick the mistress's vagina and the master's penis. The slave could even occasionally penetrate his Madame with his penis ... but it was obvious that at that moment he was nothing more than a living thing ... The slave himself, when having sex with his owner, could not think properly about his satisfaction, his needs, but was only interested in one thing - how best to satisfy her. The slave was trained to think constantly of THEIR well-being, not his own. He was THEIR thing, a robot, a toy.
So much for what it meant to be a true slave to a truly dominant, sadistic couple.