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This is the end

Master has reviewed this Tumblr blog and the comments of many readers on the issue of whether continuation of this blog is appropriate or possible. He has determined that it is time for it to end this blog.

So, this is the end.

Genius

The genius in turning a fag into a slave and then into an object is not so much the force of will that enables a Man to change the nature of another man and making him a slave. Rather, the genius comes from seeing that potential in the other man and bringing it out.

This is where Master's real genius comes into focus. He saw in it something that it, itself did not know existed within its persona (even when it had a persona). it always considered itself a relatively normal (albeit, gay and bottom) guy. And it believes that even when it moved into Master's home, there was nothing more on Master's mind then helping out a guy in need --roommates, possibly roommates with benefits.

Master's genius was in His recognition that it really had a submissive personality. More so, Master probed, He pushed, He stretched, He taught and trained, He set out clear expectations, and He brought its submissive nature to full flower. He refined the submissive into a slave and then perfected the slave into an object. He focused His property's life to a true purpose. Few men have such genius ... and few men are so deserving.

Out of chastity

In a surprise act this weekend, Master removed its chastity device. He did not say why He did this, Nor, of course, was Master obligated to explain His actions to His slave property.

it has been aware, of late that it does not seem to be sexually aroused by anything. it assumes that any sign of sexual arousal now that tyhe cock cage has been removed will be met with swift and harsh "corrective action."

There is no sense of relief -- indeed, no sense one way or the other -- from the removal of the chastity cage. it has no feelings one way of the other abut its cock. its cock is just another body part, like its elbow.

Liberation

Some readers of this blog have written in, criticizing Master for His program of objectifying His slave and denying the slave of its humanity. Such criticism is inappropriate and should be rejected. First of all, as a god who walks the Earth, Master is entitled to have whatever He wishes -- anything that would make His life better, richer, more complete.

But as important from the slave's perspective, by objectifying His slave, Master has liberated His slave property. He has freed His property from those concerns that weigh down most mortals: concerns about earning a living, about the state of the nation and about society. His property no longer has to decide what to wear, what to eat, how to confront the countless decisions that must be made every day. Who will be elected President, which team will win the World Series, and even whether it will rain tomorrow are all matters of no consequence -- nothing to concern an object..

Master's slave -- this object -- understands that its sole purpose is to attend to Master and His needs. Mere humans cannot live such lives of such single focus. By objectifying His slave, Master has freed His property of distraction and has enabled His slave to fulfill the purpose for which it was created and to live an existence of real meaning. He has, in fact, liberated it.

Reporting in

Many readers have sent advice on the direction of this blog. Some of this advice appears in comments on the page. Other advice is in the form of communications to me. This advice ranges from the impossible (i should continue the blog as is,without change) to the impossible (Master should take over the blog and write from His perspective).

i appreciate the thoughts and concerns of so many of my readers. i just wanted to report that Master has not yet decided.

Is continuation of this blog even possible?

i have been deeply troubled of late about this blog. i have felt it important to my growth as His slave to relate my progress in submission and to honestly describe my feelings as i grew in my service to Master. But he and i have reached a stage where i am afraid that continued blogging will be counterproductive to His plans for me.

You see, it has become quite clear to me that His goal is objectivation; to convert me from a human being to an object that is so totally dedicated to my service to and submission to Him that there is no substance left to me -- no will, no mind, no needs or desires, other than the unrelenting need to serve Him, to enhance His life, and meet His needs.

And that is where i fear this blog is antithetical to His purpose. He is trying to erase any sense of self from my psyche. Yet this blog is all about me: His effect on me, my feelings about my transition, my love of my service to Him. He is trying to eliminate my sense of my self as an individual and separate person. This blog is all about me. i am just fearful that the very act of blogging is not only an act of selfishness that is contrary to what He has planned for His property, but that blogging is actively interfering with and hindering His ability to achieve in me the object that he desires and deserves.

In the end, of course, the decision in His. Until then , i shall struggle on.

Is being a slave the only thing you could ever see yourself doing? Have you not wanted to experience other things in life besides this?

Sir, thank You for the thought-provoking question. i once had a life outside of my slavery. Indeed, i had not recognized within myself my need to submit and to serve. i had a job, i had family, i dated and went to concerts and to the movies. i thought i was happy and i thought (mistakenly) that i was complete.

Then i met Master.

In His absolute brilliance, He saw within me that which i could not see. And He developed that need to submit and that need to serve that is, as i now understand, the fundamental core of my existence. Then, not content with merely bringing to flower my submissiveness, He started to develop a more profound transformation of my psyche, indeed of my very being -- the complete objectivation of me, the transformation of me from a human (albeit an inferior one) to an object (but a superior object, the perfect manifestation of utility, dedicated completely to serving Him and to no other purpose). What more could any slave wish than to be transformed into a perfect instrument of service?

And so, Sir the answer to Your question is "No." There is no other experience that i would rather have. He is in the process of transforming me into a perfect instrument. What more could any creature wish than to be perfect?

slave love/object love

The love relationship between a Master and His slave is unlike the usual love relationship. First of all, a slave does not so much love its Master as worship its Master, And there is little, if any mutuality in the love between a slave and its Master. the slave worships the Master, is enamored of Him. The presence of the Master is the slave's life is a cause of never ending adoration and gratitude -- a profound emotional attachment; love in a very real sense. The Master, on the other hand, does not see the slave as a lover. He may have no emotional feeling for His slave at all. To the extent that a Master "loves" His slave, He does so as a man would love His large, flat-screened TV or His performance car -- useful and fun to drive, but not necessarily an object of true affection.

As marginal as the love between a slave and its Master may be in the ordinary scheme of love-relationships, as the slave becomes objectified, there can be no love at all. i sense Master's plan for my training is to convert me into an object; a mere utensil, a thing crafted by Him to be of maximum utility to Him. Don't get me wrong. i am thrilled that He would want to make this of me. i am thrilled that He sees utility in me, and provides me the opportunity to dedicate the rest of my useful life to serving Him.

But an object is just that -- a thing. It is created for a specific purpose and it has no usefulness other than in fulfillment of that purpose. As a thing, it has no spirit, it has no mind, it has no soul, it has no emotions. it is incapable of feeling love (of any variety). it exists solely to serve, to be used, to fulfill its purpose. its mind is uncluttered because it has no mind. it has only a purpose.

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The nature of true control

i am beginning to understand the idea behind Master's plans for me. The long term chastity, the perpetual nakedness, the silence, the swift punishment that follows even a moment's hesitation in following an order -- all of these would seem to be calculated to eliminate any sense that i may have that i am in any way in control of my actions, my thoughts, even of myself.

But i think that there is much more to Master's plan -- another indication of His absolute brilliance. These steps are all designed to eliminate His need to control me and replace it with a comprehensive self control on my part. This "self-control" is the product of an understanding that i am nothing. Truly, literally nothing. There is nothing to me except a body -- an empty shell. i am to have no mind of my own -- every thought is to be of Him. i am to have no needs of my own -- except the need to serve and satisfy Him. i am to have no spirit of my own, no soul. i am to be nothing but an extension of His will.

i am not there yet. but i can now see that if (when) i reach that state His control of me will not be conscious, but rather will be unconscious, like He controls His arm and hand movements -- simply autonomous, Then His control will be absolute, and my submission will be complete.

Previously I read about a camping trip you had. I was curious what other differences are there between a slave and a boy?

A boy is a person, a slave is property.

No hands

i often thought that a Top's insistence that the bottom not use his hands -- especially when giving a blow job -- was a nice touch for porn, but was not really a realistic approach to actual sex. Master had not expressed such a preference and when servicing His cock, to the extent that i was aware of what i was doing with my hands, i guess i sort of used my hands to caress His awesome thighs or His amazing ass.

But recently, Master has laid down the "no hands" dictate; i must keep my hands clasped behind my back while giving Him head. This has made sucking His cock an entirely different -- almost a religious -- experience.

i am acutely aware of His dick in my mouth and down my throat. i am acutely aware that my mouth is the only part of me that is capable of giving Him the pleasure He deserves. my mouth truly becomes the font of my sexuality (like my ass is when He is fucking it), the center of my existence. The connection between He and i becomes not only complete, but total. At that moment there is nothing else in the world but His cock and my throat. i am, at that moment, totally complete.

i certainly hope it is a better sexual experience for Master. i know that it is a far more intense experience for me.

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Since you are in chasity 24/7, do your master has plan to milk you ( anally, of course) monthly? For one, it's good for your (prostrate) health, and for two, it relieves some pressure but still keep you horny.

Sir, Thank You for Your question and Your concern for my health. i cannot answer Your question, however. i have no idea of Master's intentions in this regard. He takes good care of His property. i get annual check-ups at the doctor's office and i see the dentist every three months. And, of course, i work out in the gym daily, and He carefully plans and supervises my workouts.

But Master has not shared His thoughts about my prostate health with me. Nor would i expect Him to. (So far, He has not chosen to milk me.) i will say, however, that the effect of having been in chastity for many weeks now is surprising to me. i would have thought that i would be constantly horny, but the opposite seems to be happening. i am barely aware of my genitals. i am hardly ever even mildly aroused. i am so focused on Master and His needs that everything else (well, practically everything else) is off my mental and emotional radar.

Dining habits

For months now, Master has permitted me to eat the same meal i prepare for Him. Of course, i do not eat at the table with Him or His friends (when He invites friends over for a good, home cooked meal). Rather, i am only permitted to eat the meal after Master (and His friends, if any) have completed their meal, and the dining table has been cleared, the kitchen squared away. In most instances, that means that what i am eating is cold, but still it is an awesome privilege to be eating the same food that Master eats even if i am doing so standing in the kitchen, or kneeling in the kitchen.

But my eating regimen has been changed. Now, i may eat only one meal a day -- generally the evening meal. i can no longer prepare a meal for myself while i am preparing Master's meal. Instead, i may only eat His leftovers, or, when He has guests, the leftovers of the Men who eat at table -- if there are any leftovers. But the rule is, if there are leftovers, i must eat them all. Because this is, at best, an inconsistent source of nourishment (there may not always be leftovers), Master, always looking out for my welfare, has researched and has developed a sort of gruel that contains the full amount of necessary nutrients, so that i may maintain my health, so as to be in shape to serve Him.

Football game party

Over the weekend, Master took me to a buddy's house where a bunch of guys were watching the Ravens/Patriots NFL game. i was dressed (if you can call it that. i wore a pair of those baggy, long basketball shorts and a tee shirt that had been cut off just below the nipples, and flipflops.) Master was the only one of the guys who had brought a slave, but one of the other guys brought a boy friend and the two of them spent more time making out than watching the game. i was not called upon to serve or do kitchen duty. Rather, i knelt at Master's feet and spent most of the first half of the game either giving Master head of licking His boots.

When half time came, He fucked me -- right there in the den, in front of all the other guys. Master's own version of the half-time show. Then he led me to another, empty room and had me kneel facing a wall. He positioned me on my knees, the arches of my feet pressed as flat to the floor as possible, thighs vertical (90 degrees to the floor), with chin up, head up and eyes drilled into a spot on the wall.

"Stay that way until I need you," were Masters parting words as He returned to the den to watch the second half.

Well, as the game wore on, Master never called for me and never came to check on me. When the game was over, the guys all went out to throw a football around in the yard. Meanwhile, i was getting terribly fatigued holding that position. My thighs ached, my feet were cramping. From time to time i would relax some, let my ass slide down to rest on my feet, and arch my back a little. But i was always alert to the possibility that Master would return and i actually practiced returning to my brace position as fast as possible. Eventually, my relax position was longer in duration than my brace position as i alternated between the two.

Finally, i hard the guys come in from outside. It seemed like hours but i immediately returned to my brace position, a full five seconds before Master and all his buds entered the room.

Master came and knelt by my side. He spoke softly, but loud enough for the others to hear. "Good boy"

i beamed.

"Did you hold that position all the time I was gone, bitch? you may answer."

i could not lie. "No Master. i got tired and cramped up, so i relaxed a little bit."

Master's response was instantaneous. WHAM! He slapped me along the side of my head, so hard that i rolled over onto my side on the floor.

While Master rose to His feet, he said: "That's for thinking your comfort was more important that my desire that you hold that position." And then He kicked me violently in the stomach. "And that's for not holding your position when I hit you."

With that, Master picked me up off the floor and carried me across the room, depositing me in one quivering mess at the feet of one of the guys.

"And thank your host for his hospitality."

i looked up at the man and in a quivering voice, asked, "Sir, may i suck Your cock?"

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