BORED? A real, properly broken, trained slave is never bored. I am not a master but I did go through old guard training and was collared for three years. I was fortunate enough to be collared by a former international drummer. I spent countless hours standing quietly, one step back and to his right, as he discussed everything from soup to "nuts" with friends and colleagues all over the world. My attire ranged from boots and shock collar to tuxedo. I entered his world a shy Utah Mormon boy with A good understanding of right and wrong. In communications prior to my first visit to his dungeon, when asked a range of questions regarding my desires… I always honestly answered ..results! Daddy Z, due to his close friendship with my trainer and his amazing instinct and aesthetic Eye, was given carte blanche regarding my new look. Just to cut to the chase, they bound me to a chair and shaved my head bald. And then everything else except facial. I was required to watch in the mirror as these changes occurred. Daddy Z ialso specified that my very wired nipples be enlarged to min 1/2 inch width, and 1/2 inch extend. I was all-in! I remember it so clearly like it was an hour ago and see if his assistants strapped my body down, full stretch, when asked, I agreed to Be fully immobilized and silenced. With full trust, i lived the amazing flight, immobilized , gagged, and submitting fully to my first real experience of fighting and resisting to no avail, muffled yell not heard. They took some fight out of me in an unexpected way. Laying flat, arms out, like The operating table… They put devices on my feet and tell them straight up and still. My heart started to pound like hell. One blinding strike to the left foot with a cane or something similar. My reactions were nearly convulsive. I was re-wired. Each foot was hit three times. I could hear Mr's voice saying again. Let's take the fight out of this good Mormon Farm boy! And they did. I understood the psychology much better when they vacuum pumped my little nips more than I thought they could endure. And then the steel thumbscrew clamps were slowly cranked down. I was reminded that there was no danger to my life or health and that what was occurring was normal and that it was fine to fight and struggle until exhausted if I choose. It was hugely erotic. It was really the next big step in learning to accept, cope, and feel gratitude for the layers that would be peeled away to reveal my true creation. Toward the end of the session, Mr D put his hand over my mouth tightly and the other one over my eyes. “Are You all in Son?” I eagerly nodded to the affirmative. Upon calling me son, it took on a new dynamic. I was able to slip into the role of being a lucky son. I slipped into the role of Son and father relationship, completely comfortable, loving but stern and demanding, and an overwhelming desire to make him proud. I knew there was some possibility that he might probably watch me on the auction block..l Trained, forged, and valuable…and the bidding reflecting it. “You have done very very well, boy.” “There is no wrong answer to what i’m about to say”. “Be honest boy… do you need to end here?” I quickly shook my head a little bit that I could to the negative. “Going with your true gut feeling, I feel you are ready to go over the line and take more than you ever thought you could.” I was so ill informed coming into this. I thought it was just gonna be it right down to fucking my ass and my skull, and piss on me and call me names and then we'll shoot our loads blah blah blah. It is actually, for me, a spiritual healing, transformative, amazing gift that I never expected. My family and culture had planned differently for me. More like a brown three bedroom in the suburbs with a minivan and 3.2 kids and kind of a big belly and beat gown, living my life as a not-so -willing Slave to the status quo. The next thing that occurred was unexpected as well, and Amazing. “What?? You ask.” (If I tell all, you won’t read my next story.) I took another Leap in learning to fully trust and submit to my, for now, pretend father. In short time, I found myself the outer “spoon” This wonderful man it seems could see into my soul and already knew the truth. I don't know how I was ever so fortunate to have that exquisite moment, one hand stroking my head and the other on my chest pulling me in tight to this embrace of a lifetime. Safe, transformed, valued, and maybe…maybe even loved. And the dam broke, the biggest breach yet. It seemed a flood of lies, pretense, confusion, doubt, fear, and Shame poured out, neutralized, and expelled. WHAT? The stuff was not in the video!! Jake Steele did not do this! And that was just the beginning of what ended up being so amazing. And then amazing again and then again. Wow We all think about getting geared up, fucked in the ass, or taking a good spanking…and that’s all good. Just try not to forget about these high level human encounters that are available to most all of us if we are willing to be open minded. Maybe if you have a 10 minute chat with that guy at the watering hole who doesn't really fit your description of “hot”…A whole new world could open up. “wait you don't look like ‘Jake Steele’ from my favorite porno jackoff fodder!” “WHAT?? WHOA!!! WOW!!!” Just DON’T be a doormat, or an enabler, or a phony, or a user, or a LIAR. Try out Moderation in all things, unless you really want to live a life that is fully out of balance. I was fortunate to be taught that even an owned Slave should seek out a master realizes this concept. So many guys go into the idea of being a slave with a Saturday night vision of it all. Remember there will be Wednesday afternoon when you might be alone scrubbing the floors or digging a pit in the backyard. Think about that when you are making this big decision. If it still feels right, and you are devotion-driven, it will never feel like boredom or drudgery. I would hope we, as a community, can learn to put the right label on ourselves and others. If you are a lucky enough guy to be wearing a collar and sitting by the pool being served cocktails all day, I guess you can put the label “slave” on, and the older gentleman paying all the bills, your Master…and God Bless, not finding fault. but it can be embarrassing when you meet the real thing!! Me? Never did make the journey to the auction block. A little too creative and willful. After careful consideration and discussion with people really know about this dynamic, it is a big part of who I am. I have enjoyed, for many years slipping into the role on a "I want to" or "need to" basis. In other words I would not have been exactly the real thing. See how that works? “HEY GET IN HERE AND SCRUB THE FLOOR SLAVE!” "it apologizes, Master… it was returning a text message, which became a short story… Again…Sir.” Whack! Boner!! YESSS!! ……sir.
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