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sexyman15
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Update 71018 Just lost my best friend, the only person in my life I could be totally open and honest with about all my secrets and experiences. He was the only one I could tell my fears and weaknesses to who wouldnt use that knowledge to manipulate and control me. Lost soul here, kinda seeking a friend more than anything right now.
Original profile. Ive been told Im half Forrest Gump (determined and honest, but sometimes clueless) and half Batmans Robin (blindly loyal and obedient). I seek an ironclad contract and a Master to respect, obey, and devote myself to totally. Non-smoker, not a drug user, will serve naked 247 if required, not seeking a free ride. Retiring from career in 2018. Available for trial service, eventual re
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I think it's cool that people are still writing to offer to take pictures of my penis, but that was like two years ago and I don't need any pictures right now. To those who have been asking, I dropped out of the restoration program after a few weeks, because the weights and exercises were making it difficult to go about my daily activities. The spontaneous boners were the most embarrassing part, but there was also some chafing and difficulty keeping the weights where they should be. Plus having to ask someone to take pictures every week at the assigned time was kind of awkward, too. My penis has returned to normal, if a small cut dick is considered 'normal', that is. But I would still consider trying foreskin restoration again if I had a partner to help with the weights and take the stupid pictures (or if a Master ordered me to it, of course). If anyone has more questions on the project or wants more details on why I quit, feel free to ask me and I will answer all of your questions in detail. |
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I need someone to take photos of my penis. Please don't laugh, I'm serious. I've been selected to participate in a survey that's part of a research project on foreskin restoration. I have the email to prove it if you don't believe me! I'm supposed to answer a bunch of questions about my sexual history and submit several photographs of my penis from many angles. They want photos of it soft and photos of it hard, but no full body or face allowed. I have a camera but I can't seem to take then in focus. Anyone willing to help? I don't care about your age or sex or orientation or race or anything else. |
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I sit alone at home, accompanied only by memories of my Master in the days before the accident that claimed his life. I've been a lost soul ever since that day, waking and working and eating and sleeping like an emotionless robot on autopilot.
I still live by the rules that Master posted on the refrigerator.
"Always sleep naked without covers."
"Never close bedroom or bathroom doors without Master's order."
"Obey ANY Master's order to remove clothing in a private setting."
...and many more...
Master will never return, but I know that some day a new Master will claim me... and I will sign new rules and have new duties. The only constant in life is change.
I was trained to accept that obedience to the written rule is of the highest order. Written rules most be observed even in conflict with the verbal request... and even in the absence of the Master who penned them.
I faithfully follow Master's written rules except when a new Master's written rules are temporarily (or someday, permanently) in effect.
I long for new rules, or even re-enforcement of the same rules, if just for a day. I await my Slave Contract to arrive, it is the only place in life where I can negotiate. Once it is signed -- whether is has a start and end time or is for all eternity -- I am committed to follow it's rules to the letter, for nothing is higher than the written rule of a slave's Master or Masters.
Sir, I await your first rule. |
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I guess that I'm a kid who never grew up. When pleased by something, I can't restrain my joy. I'll jump up and down and say "Yessss...".
Other times, I can be so soft spoken and reserved... mindlessly shuffling around, following pointless orders. "Yes, Sir" and "No, Sir" become almost inaudible whispers.
But, like the rebellious soul that lives in every teenager, every once in a while I will make a futile attempt to challenge my Master... asking "Do I HAVE to?"... or that worst question of all... "Why?". It goes nowhere, of course, except to invite punishment and strengthen Master's dominance. Master barks the word "NOW!" and I shut the fuck up and obey, embarassed and humiliated at my lack of power in this world.
"When I'm in charge..." I think to myself... but I will never be in charge. Teenage boys are never in charge. Their job is to do what they are told, or to pull their pants off and accept the consequences. Often, the humiliation of verbal abuse and a bare hand spanking by Master (or Master's guests) can be more corrective than a lifetime of lectures.
My pants are still off and my buttocks are red, but I'm totally oblivious of my nakedness. I'd go anywhere and do anything to avoid conflict. Master hugs me and I promise to do better next time. Clueless, I don't think to ask for my clothes back. Eventually, Master returns them one piece at a time, as rewards for good behavior.
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| Age: 49 |
| Ventura,
California |
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