fag slave’s diary

I am one of the pathetic faggot slaves serving StrictMasterSir. This blog is for adults only (18+). I accept no responsibility for any underage reading of this blog.

[sms-slave]

My first ever anal orgasm

I think the dream of any chastity slave is to achieve their sexual pleasure from anal. This way, the man’s cock takes centre stage and the slave gets pleasure in a less manly way as its prostate is massaged and jabbed by their master’s dick, their useless locked cock flopping around.

I’m glad to say that the other night, whilst talking to Sir and another of his (more attractive) slaves, I managed to orgasm using only a dildo.

The sensation was interesting. It definitely felt good, although it was quite degrading. I still felt quite horny too!

I think Sir was as impressed as I was. I didn’t think it’d be possible, but his and his other slave’s guidance definitely helped me.

I’m looking forward to experiencing this sensation more soon! Thank you Sir!

[sms-slave]

Full-control manifesto

As of now, for 3 days per week I will give Sir full control over me, with the following rules taking place. For the remaining 4 days per week, rules may still generally be followed but their application will be more flexible and relaxed.

On full-control days, Sir will decide:

Whether or not I’m allowed to go out (excluding for family reasons or events)

When and whether I am allowed to use the toilet, with specific rules in case Sir is unavailable at the time of request (yet to be decided)

Whether or not I will wear my chastity cage

When and whether I may shower

What I may wear during the day and also at night (within agreed reason)

When, whether and for what length of time I wear single pairs of socks and underwear

When I may sleep (or, under the same ruling, when I must be awake)

What and when I eat and drink

Who and whether I can/must talk to on social apps such as, but not limited to, Grindr and Kik

Currently, full-control days have been set as Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday of every week. This arrangement including the rules and structure are open to amendments and alterations as Sir sees fit.

[sms-slave]

My return

I hadn’t spoken to Sir for a few months, as other things had gotten in the way of me serving him.

I’d had a brief but promising spat of interactions with Sir online. I’d found him, and within 24 hours he’d taken control of me. My body hair was gone, my actions were controlled, my cock locked away in a chastity cage. Hours spent on Skype, him using me, humiliation and belittling me. It wasn’t to be due to other circumstances.

All of that changed, however, and out of the blue I sent him a message on kik. I suppose he was probably surprised to hear from me after all that time. Incredibly he was willing to talk to me, to initiate some form of online relationship again. It fell flat, my head wasn’t screwed on straight anymore, I couldn’t please him, I couldn’t please myself.

Things changed, though. Just a couple days ago, I contacted Sir again. I discussed my feelings, where my head was. I endeavoured to leave no detail out: a slave has no privacy.

Sir started with the basics. I was reminded of my place in this world: a lowly faggot, whose purpose was only to serve him as my master. My body belonged to him, and he had final say on what I did. He inspected me, and was unimpressed with my pubic and chest hair. It was to go within 24hr if I wanted to continue service.

I was not to cum unless he told me I could. If we were talking, I could not use the bathroom without express permission. I was always to refer to him as Sir.

So far, he’s already reminded me of my place better than I had been for quite a while. My lack of orgasm for the last few days has been intense, I’m constantly horny and trying to find new ways to degrade myself. Sir even wants me to keep this Tumblr up to date as a sort of fag diary. 

I’m looking forward to a future serving Sir, and I’m excited to learn what my next task after writing this will be.

I am an owned faggot slave, and I belong to and serve StrictMasterSir.