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The profile below is no longer current... i am now slave to a very strict and controlling Master found on this site. An account of my present situation is included in journal entries below. I am masculine appearing bisexual white male, very fit, clean, D&D free. In search of experienced dom for training to your specifications.

I have had limited experience with several doms of varying ability, but have not yet found one with whom I desired ongoing relationship. It is my hope to find an experienced, strong dom, comfortable with training and using a male sub/slave, on an ongoing basis, maybe once monthly or so, with a view to continuing training and perfecting my service to you. Dom should be skilled in bondage and corporal punishment and possessed of strong desire for "forced" sexual services, oral, anal, rimming, etc. on demand.

Someone larger than myself would be the ideal, but size, race,age, appearance not nearly as important as your desire to enforce, exploit, and expand my submssion.

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11/25/2011 6:48:45 PM

Another couple of days awaiting my chance to make my submission real again. Holiday yesterday helped to pass the time and spent a while today going over protocol and service rituals in which I had previously been trained and which Master will expect me to know to perfection. Meanwhile I await addendums to protocol and Masters "ceremony" of resubmission that I will be made to endure as condition of his reacceptance of my submission.


11/24/2011 10:50:25 AM

Another fantasy as I work thru another week without release:

 

I had seen his cock, I had begged to taste it, and he had obliged me. But he had other plans for me now; he had shown me his cock as part of my training, not from a real desire for service. This whole exercise had just been another repitition, designed to make my responses truly automatic. Repitition and refinement, each time I was expected to perform more perfectly than the last, and in fact that had been just what had been happening. Often I no longer thought about the import or considered the implications of the commands he gave me, how I might look, the pain I might be about to endure or the depth of submission my obedience would reveal; I obeyed the command and awaited his pleasure.
 
After a last circling of my lips with the head of his cock, he withdrew and began to zip up as he turned away. He took a few steps into the kitchen, just out of my peripheral vision. Having received no order to close my mouth I remained as he had left me, kneeling, mouth wide open and tongue outstretched, as if in invitation. It would have been a mistake however to have taken my open mouth as an invitation. To think of it as such would be to imply that I had offered my mouth of my own volition, and therefore one might also assume that I could just as well have refused to do so. But both were false assumptions. I certainly was not in a position to refuse my Master anything, but equally, if not quite as obviously, I was not in a position to offer him anything either. Anything I might once have thought of as mine to do with as I pleased, perhaps to bargain with, to offer as some sort of quid pro quo, had long ago become his by right of ownership. Anything my body or my effort could provide was his, not for the asking but for the taking. So I knelt there open-mouthed not in invitation, but simply in obedience, not knowing, or needing to know, whether he wanted my mouth that way or he had simply forgotten to tell me to close it. 
 
My eyes still downcast I could hear but not see him open the refrigerator door, and then the faint clink of a ceramic dish. A drawer opened and closed,  a few other indecipherable sounds... I was sure he was preparing something. He must have turned and had a look at me, for he suddenly said, "Slave, pull in your tongue, but keep your mouth open." Gratefully I complied, and hoped he wouldn't notice that I closed my mouth for a few seconds trying to moisten my tongue. I need not have worried though, for a moment later he was before me again, holding a water bottle. He held it to my lips and without further permission I sucked on the tip, eager for the water, but trying not to drink too fast. He was patient and allowed me to drink my fill. I always had to eat and drink this way, from his hand, my own hands bound and useless, my sustenance his to offer or withhold as it pleased him to do.
 
"Thank you, Master, I said, automatically, as soon as the bottle left my lips. Then, a second later, "Master, slave begs to speak." "Speak, slave", his reply. Again I was following protocol as I spoke: "Master, slave thanks Master for being allowed to drink. Slave begs Master to be allowed to renew Masters taste in slaves mouth." A condition of my slavery was that at all times the last taste in my mouth was to be the taste of my Master, either his cock or his cum. So every time I was allowed to eat or drink I was required to beg to renew that taste. It was his rule and I could not remember his ever having failed to oblige me in that plea, even when, as now, he had just had his cock in my mouth moments ago.
 
The taste that I was begging for however could be his cock or his cum, and I now learned what he had been about while I had knelt open-mouthed and waiting. He walked back to the counter and returned immediately, without the waterbottle, but holding instead a ball gag. It was a standard rubber ballgag, one I had experienced before no doubt, but he had made some additions.  He has wrapped the ball completely, in a tightly wound layer, or perhaps a double layer of material, some sort of terry cloth. An absorbtive material, and I knew without any doubt at all that he had had it soaking in the refrigerator in a dish of cum, awaiting this moment. He held it before my face for a moment, long enough for me to see that it was well wetted, not dripping wet but shiny and slick in places, and wet through on all sides. The cloth had increased the size of the ball signifigantly. I swallowed once, knowing it would be the last time I would be able to do so for some time.
 
I opened my mouth as wide as I could and accepted what my Master had prepared for me. The ball and cloth filled my mouth completely, there would be no drooling with this gag. Instead the saliva would accumulate and mix with the cum until I had to swallow, however difficult that woud be. As Master tightened the gag strap behind my head my lips squeezed the cloth and wrung out some of the cum. The stuff oozed out, down my lips and ran to the corners of my mouth. The taste of my Master had been renewed in the extreme, and enhanced by the smell coming off the outside of the gag, just below my nostrils.
 
My Master took two steps back and regarded his handiwork. "Look at me, slave," he ordered.  From my knees I looked up at him standing above me, an unfamiliar situation for me, as my orders were always to keep my eyes down unless otherwise ordered. But it had been so ordered and I found myself looking straight into his gaze. I could only imagine what must have been going through his mind as he regarded me there, totally naked, totally helpless, the very air I breathed now infused with his essence. Totally his.
 
"Good", he said, "Follow me", and I began to crawl...

11/21/2011 9:03:16 AM

It is now twenty days since my last orgasm. Til now it has pleased my master to allow me to fondle myself at will, though stopping short of orgasm. In truth however I tried to avoid this as much as possible to lessen the temptation. Now as our next session draws nearer, but still near two weeks off, Master has seen fit to deny me even that small pleasure. I have been forbidden to touch my genitals at all except for hygiene and urination. This is not the first time I have to prepare myself like this, but it by far the longest period of self denial I have had to endure. Master know that by the time that session begins I will be so desparate for the merest touch to my cock that I will be completely amenable to whatever plans he has for me, as long as I have some hope of relief in the end.

 

My Master takes additional pleasure from the simple act of knowing how difficult this privation is for me. Master has a sadistic streak, and this is means by which he can impose suffering even without physical contact. Master has repeatedly advised me of his enjoyment of my difficulty and has made me keep him informed of my feelings about it, including ordering me to keep this public journal. slaves only purpose in this relationship is Masters full and complete satisfaction, so slave complies.

 


11/19/2011 6:05:11 AM

A fantasy, written as I endure another day of denial, awaiting my Masters pleasure:

 

I continued to kneel, eyes downcast, his cock and balls filling my entire field of view. I noticed he had become harder, from the friction of his cock over my face no doubt, but even more, I was certain, from the pleasure of literally rubbing my face in my submission. My suffering, whether it be enduring the physical punishment he had recently dealt out, or, as now, having my very manhood mocked and challenged, was an unalloyed aphrodisiac for him.
 
Seeing me, a strong and muscular specimen who ought to be more than capable of defending myself, kneeling before him naked and bound, unable to rise and resist what he was doing to me was exciting in and of itself. Not only were my hands tied behind me, but my cock and balls had been harnessed and with a short line linked to my ankle chains, so there was no chance I would even try to rise. But the real pleasure for him, I was sure, was the certain knowledge that he had trained me not just to accept this treatment, but to desire it. He new full well that as a result of the careful work he had put into training me that while a part of me still recoiled from the humiliations he was making me endure, the slave part, the main part of me now, was focused on just one thing... the chance to have Masters cock in my mouth.
 
My helpless situation and total surrender as he teased me had obviously left him aroused; I noticed that a drop of pre-cum had appeared at the end of his cock. Casually he wiped it off on my upper lip, just below my nasal septum. At last, seemingly satisfied that I wasn't going to break discipline, he gave the order,"Open". Immediately I opened my mouth as wide as I could and extended my tongue as if reaching out for him. I would hold my mouth thus until ordered to close it. We both knew this, and this time he didn't make me prove it. Instead he gently laid his cock on the first inch of my outthrust tongue, testing me again.
I let it rest there, making no attempt to lick, suck, or otherwise please him. Knowing that my utter obedience to protocol would please him as much or more than such physical stimulation as I could give him. A slave must not presume to know his Masters mind; when he was ready for me to lick or suck his cock he would order me to do so, until then my tongue was just the place he had chosen to rest his cock.
 
He chuckled a bit, appreciating I supposed, my discipline, and the results his training had wrought. Then, reaching down and placing a hand on either side of my head as if to hold it immobile, he slowly eased his cock into my open mouth. I fought the urge to close my lips around the invading shaft, to to guide it, or try to control it somehow. But I had received no such command, and I remained as still as I could while the tip of his upthrust cock grazed the roof of my mouth and made contact with the back of my throat. He was fully in my mouth now, his abdomen against my lips, and my still extended tongue was touching his balls. I fought off the gag reflex, trying to take my mind elsewhere, to leave my mouth nothing more than a receptacle, a cavity for his cock to explore at will.
 
But that was no good, it was only by an act of will that I was able to stop the automatic responses one would normally make to such treatment. My mouth was not some random cavity, it was my mouth still, but for the moment only a slaves mouth, held open for a Masters use in an act of supreme self abasement. There was no escaping the knowledge that for me to kneel here with this mans cock deep in my mouth, knowing he was free to keep it there as long as he pleased, ejaculate there too if the mood struck him, and that I would thank him for it when he had finished with me, was the ultimate proof of what I had always known myself to be... a slave to him who would enslave me.

11/18/2011 6:22:52 AM

Wednesday night I was nearly overwhelmed with the need for an orgasm. It had been sixteen days since my last orgasm, and the incresed sensitivity, frequent untimely erections, and constant fantasies of submission to my Master was beginning to distract me in the workplace.

 

Little as I wanted to do so I had to send a plea to Master, begging him to allow me at least one orgasm before our scheduled meeting. Master replied with permission to do so if the need was truly so great that it was jeopardizing my work, but still, only if the act was performed under a list of conditions, strict, exacting and humiliating, that he knew would only serve to further underline my submission. As it turned out I made it thru the night while awaiting his reply, and will continue abstinent. Master has allowed me to touch myself, but doing so only makes my condition the harder to endure. I continue to contemplate the fact that I remain in thrall to a Master in another city, as obedient as if I were a bound captive in his home, my every move made with his permission, and for his pleasure.

 
 
 

11/16/2011 8:49:57 AM
 
My Master realizes that the primary motivator that has caused me to seek out a M/m Master/slave relationship is a desire for humiliation. I came to realize that this was the core of the experience in encounters with femdommes, but being forced to serve a female was not for me, as a hetero male, any real sort of humiliation. The form was there, but not the reality.
 
Real humiliation, I considered, might better be found in M/m service, which would run against my grain and natural bent, and would take a real act of will to endure. At the same time I hoped to find a Master who would take real pleasure not just from the physical side of my service, but also enjoy the spectacle and reality of my humiliation. This would include, I hoped, rigorous training and strict protocol.
 
A number of false starts followed, with doms who enjoyed M/m sex but not the trappings of bondage, protocol and discipline. I have finally found a Master who relishes training and using his slave in exactly the way I had hoped to be trained and used.
 
A major element in that training and in furthering my submission has been my Masters semen. I had always fantasized myself as kneeling before a Master with a load of cum on my outstretched tongue, holding it there on display as the ultimate act of submission. So, accepted as a slave I expected to have  to accept an ejaculation, indeed I looked forward to that act. My Master, however, took things much further than that. Master has seen to it that his slave is always well supplied with his Masters semen.
 
Master has been so good as to save his cum from ejaculations between sessions, freezing it for later use in my training. All of my sessions have begun with an early reintroduction to the taste of my Masters semen, and I have been liberally re-supplied as the sessions continue. Master knows that I do not enjoy the taste of semen, and this no doubt adds to his pleasure in seeing me endure having my tongue and mouth swabbed with the stuff and then being well gagged. I can hardly swallow and the taste lingers long.
 
Master has also arranged several tasks centering on his semen. Once, after I had scrubbed the ceramic tiles of his kitchen floor, naked and bound on my hands and knees, he literally painted one of the fifteen inch tiles with a brush, covering every square inch with a generous coat of cum. I was then ordered to clean the tile spotless with my tongue. This was perhaps the most submissive and humiliating act I had performed to that time.
 
A close second... I was made to ride in his car, a half hour drive from my pickup point to his home, lying on my belly with my mouth open and tongue extended into a saucer full of cum. He had described how I would perform this ordeal in advance and the mere contemplation of it, much less actually walking to the car and assuming the position were acts of incredible excitement and revulsion.
 
While I still do not like the taste of cum, the symbolism is another matter. So it is that I am begging Master to include a new item in my protocol. That whenever he has fed or watered me, I am immediately to beg to speak and then am to beg that I be allowed to renew Masters taste in my mouth, either his cock itself, or his cum. Either way the last taste in my mouth is always to be that of my Master. That taste is the taste of slavery.

11/13/2011 7:44:45 AM

I awakened again today with my cock hard, and, as Master has not forbidden it, played with it a while to get harder still. I imagine that Master has left  me on my knees, hands and ankles bound, and when he returns to stand in front of me, has has opened his fly to expose his cock and balls to my view.

 

My protocol requires that anytime I catch sight of Masters cock I must focus on it, then beg permission to speak, then beg Master to allow me to service his cock. This is what I have been trained to do, it is almost automatic now, and so I beg to speak, and beg for the opportunity to serve him. He gives me the command,"Open", and my mouth snaps open and I extend my tongue expectantly. He runs his cock around my face, slapping my cheeks with it, teasing and humbling me at the same time. It is so close to my open mouth but I make no move to take it in without his order. At last he allows the shaft to rest on my outstretched tongue. I can taste him and smell him, but still I await the command to take it in.

 

But the command does not come; he withdraws his cock from my eager mouth and zips up again.  I moan, but he only chuckles, pleased with my unspoken but nevertheless evident disappointment. He was once again only working on my training, perfecting my responses and discipline.

 

Lying in my bed I practice that same discipline and release my own cock lest I explode. I have been right to the edge of orgasm but that is no longer allowed me. As a slave I obey the injunction, and get up and dress.

 

Master has advised me of the date of our next meeting. It will still be weeks til I can even hope he will allow me to cum for him, but I am resolved to obey.


11/11/2011 6:03:35 AM

Today begins the eleventh day of my period of abstinence. i have just awakened, my cock hard, my hand wrapped around the shaft, caressing it, but ever aware that satisfaction is now out of my reach. My next orgasm will be at Masters discretion, under his eye, by his hand or mine, but allowed when it most pleases him to see his slave cum.

 Laying in bed i see myself kneeling before him, naked but for my collar and the ropes that bind my hands behind my back. My ass has been striped, my cock harnessed and leashed and a plug put in my ass. It would be impossible to mistake me for anything but what i am, his total slave. My Master has demanded i surrender all dignity, modesty, and the right of refusal. My body, my orifices, and my work are his already, i have nothing left to withhold, nothing further with which to bargain. i am left with only one possession, and that the gift of my Master... the opportunity to serve Him. And i find myself content with that.


11/8/2011 7:07:11 PM
From time to time I have seen comments on this site that bemoan the fact that "real" Masters (or subs) are not to be found here. And while it is true that there are many fakes, poseurs, and wannabes I am writing this to attest that there are real doms to be found here as well.
 
i am now in a state of submission to a Master found on this site, and am writing an account of my status at his command. i applied for Masters consideration on this site in Spring of 2010, and was accepted for training in just the sort of high protocol, demanding service which i had sought in my profile.
 
Master had trained me thoroughly in the basics of body worship, rimming, cocksucking, basic slave postures, modes of address, CP and CBT, as well as domestic service. But after a year of submission my hetero side needed freedom and i begged Master for my release. Now, less than six months later, i have had to beg him to take me back into his service.
 
Master has set conditions for my re-acceptance as his slave. i am currently studying again his protocols for comportment, speech, and obedience in his presence. This includes precise step-by-step rituals of oral service for foot, ass, and balls. These rituals will have to be performed to perfection and with a high level of enthusiasm in order to be collared again. i hope that satisfying Master in these services will earn me permission to service his cock again.
 
In the meanwhile, for my humiliation and to increase my eagerness for our next encounter, which will occur at his discretion, i have been forbidden to cum, whether by intercourse or masturbation. i have obeyed, and will continue to obey, this injunction as a sign of my willingness to once again surrender my sovereignty to serve my Master.

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janesexxy01
 
 Age: 24
 London, United Kingdom