Owning my latest slave boy and taking control of his useless little genitals.
 

I think the best stories are the ones that are based on true life events and maybe peoples human failings and achievements.

My latest slave boy was found via the "wanted" ads section of the Masters and slaves section. There are many ads, some very good and well thought out , also lots of short, sometimes one line type ads, not worth thinking twice about. Then I viewed an ad, short, half a dozen lines with a quotation, I re read it, there was something in what the 28 year old slave boy had not said, he was shy and unsure, lacking in confidence to write more and reveal what his true wants and needs were, but then I thought maybe he had some potential, he was inexperienced in life, sexually and BDSM wise. So I sent him a short PM, with a few testing questions and waited, would he have the "balls" to reply to an older strict UK Master? Hopefully my PM would send shivers through his useless little genitals but also scare him too, So I hit send and waited.....



This is just a short intro, shall I continue?

Sir.

So I sent my PM and waited,

"Read your post, looking for a Master, maybe I am too old for you, but reading your post did excite me enough to PM you, lots of information included in your post, which is good, but communication is the key to success, I do not KIK, put can Skype.
Older semi retired UK Master, with time and experience.
Your location?
Serious, I have no time for time wasting boys who do not know what they really desire and "need" to be happy?
It is a "need" not a want, if you understand me?

Sir."


Soon came a PM reply,


"Sir, thank you for your message. I feel especially glad as this is my first PM here and am happy that my profile intrigued you. Once I read it i felt i made a mistake that every pargaraph began with i - it is not something i wanted to do but perhaps it was just my simple english. In my life i tend to think more about others.

As for your first remark: Older but not too old.

I am from Europe and do have skype downloaded to my computer but i will have to set up an account i think as i have not used skype for years now.

I think i understand the difference, moreover it is very well put. It is not something one "just wants", it is more something that has always been there - perhaps hidden, perhaps i was just too scared and afraid but it is something i actually need - more and more if i may say so."


So the boy was interested, good, now to slowly gain his trust, make him open up to what he really needs to be happy, I casted my bait, he took the bait and the hook, now let me slowly reel him in! I know that being a submissive slave boy sexually excites him, I imagine his cock got very hard reading my PM then typing his reply to me, he has taken the first step away from the light of freedom, now to keep him walking away from the light.


Sir.

Well the next few months would make boring reading, gaining the boys trust, getting him to do all I wanted as I took control of his cock and its abilty to give him pleasure. First all of his pubic hair must go, I know he will resist, they all do, but in the end he will become totally smooth for me. Then we will work on making him "more fuckable", diet, exercise, reward and punishment, until he has lost weight and toned his body, for me. My will must overpower his will, he needs control in every area of his daily life, so I will give him a strict rules contract to follow and live by, he will not need to think, just do, never questioning why the rules exist and for what reason. Slowly his need to cum, shoot his spunk will not be his number one priority in his life, days, weeks and months of not spunking will not bother him, but he will long to hear "cum for me boy" if I do utter those words, because he knows it may be his only relief for a long time, so just lay back and spunk, because Master says so!

The boy has so much to learn being so "green" and a virgin ass (I will be the first cock to fuck him, mmm). I know I will have to dedicate a lot time, hours and hours, on him, if I am to collar him and have him at my feet, looking into my eyes as he licks my feet and hopes to be allowed to lick and swallow my cock, he will need training to be able to make me orgasm unaided, I dont just cum after a few seconds of stimulation, like him, he will need to learn that and then he will enjoy his long hard fucks too before I orgasm, spent.

So first to get into his head, his brain, that controls his body, so I must control his mind. How he dress's how he showers, sleeps, even how and when he piss's and shit's, will no longer be his choice, never mind if and when he cums, spunks from his useless little genitals.


More soon!

The long road to becomming my slave boy
 

Well, the days turned to weeks then months of daily contact and chat as my latest boy slowly began to trust me and slowly open up about his deepest darkest desires. Would he ever make the transition to real life and get off cyber, maybe, but first he had to be sure I was for real and no wanabee or physco.
His life was dominated by my extensive rules contract and having to ask for permissions that free boys take for granted, his useless little genitals betrayed his true thoughts and feelings, even denied of sexual pleasure. Would he be able to resist the urge to cum, shoot his spunk, until told to, by me? The days then weeks then months passed, with "My good boy" doing as I wanted, getting hornier by the day, but never ever asking to cum, that would be wrong. When he woke he would do his allowed 20 min edge session, then onto his new bathroom routine, shower if allowed, keeping his body free of pubic hair as he knows I prefer smooth very submissive boys, piss sitting on the toilet rim, no seat or standing for him, then worse deficate after asking permission, either "humping or hovering" the toilet. Next wearing the tight white boxer brief style underwear that I decided that he now wore (clean (if soiled, I will diaper the dirty boy as punishment) or used or none, my choice, not his). Soon he would aslo varnish his toe nails a nice shade of red and fingers too when alone at home and during all online sessions with me. Next the "fat boy" would start to diet and loose weight for me to become lean and toned and more fuckable, dressed only in his leather collar that he will buy and wear to please me. He will grow to love his collar, touching it as a subsitute for touching his now useless genitals, gaining pleasure from doing that instead. He knows I know his deepest darkest desries and fantasies that may one day become real, bound and tied, hooded and teased, pained and tortured as I see fit and maybe letting him spunk for me and his unltimate goal to become "Fucked Master's Property" and have that written on his groin as a constant reminder of who and what he has now become.

Is he strong enough to be my submissive slave boy? We will see.......

Progress, maybe
 

Progess with my slaveboy and his demanding real life commitments is sometimes very slow. I know he "needs" to be my submissive slaveboy, his useless little gentitals betray his inner thoughts. I try to keep him engaged setting him tasks and challenges, testing his resolve to serve to please me.
Others are also interacting with him giving him positive feedback, this is good, he needs this also to confirm what he already thinks and knows, I am a bloody good Master and I could replace him easy from a long line of other very submissive boys willing to take his place at a moments notice.

Mentally its hard training new boys, molding their mind and bodies to make them fit my exacting standards, my only rewards is sometimes a powerfull orgasm and loads of hot sticky spunk as I drift into fantasy about how things may playout come the day, if and when they make the move off cyber into real life. But the reality is a high dropout rate online and the majority never moving into real life, due to real life problems of lack of wanting to make that big leap of faith.

I could just go to the local sauna, find a willing young very submissive boy to fuck, yes, there are plenty, but where is the challenge in that, there is none! I don't want lots of one off meaningless fucks, that too easy, its harder to find one or maybe two (greedy me) long term slave boys that really want to worship me and please me and want to make me orgasm, spunk until I am drained with no thought about their own pleasure, but hoping that in doing good, pleasing me, they would be allowed to cum for me and orgasm too.

I took to writing this update as my boy had just contacted me, too busy tonight, work pressures, little fucker, the written apology had better be good. Maybe reading this he will have pangs of guilt, he should, his place at my beck and call is valuable, well lets see what the little fucker writes, he knows never to send or present be with any sub standard work.

nice story and good job with your slave

Thank you
 

Thank you for your comment and PM, niko90. I am glad you find my writings and thoughts interesting, feedback, good or bad is always welcome.

Sir.

The Apology
 

Well this afternoon, my slaveboy came online, having had feelings of extreme guilt over neglecting me. He sent me an apology quotiing a lot of what I wrote here on Getdare.

"Sir,
my dearest, most precious Sir….

Work pressures were really overwhelming for the last few days and this gave us so very little time to spend together. I know it is my fault Sir and I understand why I deserve to be called a little fucker. I was a little fucker, but, if I can only say, a little fucker in turmoil Sir. I missed you so very much Sir, I missed talking to you, spending the time with you and serving you and all your wishes and whims. The time spent with you makes me a better person, serving you makes me a better person. It makes me a better boy to be on my knees or bound to a chair writing to and for you Sir. Every single task or challenge you set up for me makes me shiver with happiness. I am in slave heaven Sir. I know I am doing this for you and I always try to fit your exact standards, your high expectation (there is a reason why they are so high Sir - because you only deserve the best) and also always make an extra effort to impress you Sir.

I always wish I can offer you more Sir, I am always grateful for your powerful orgasm and loads of hot sticky spunk as you drift into fantasy about how things may play out. Not because of me Sir, but because of you Sir. Because I know you have minutes of pleasure, of calmness and happiness and I can then sleep better, with my mind at ease Sir (but still focused and concentrated on you Sir).
You are such a Gem, Sir and I am always aware there are boys who would do so much just to have a minute of your precious time. I am not angry at them, I am happy they contact you, they also let you know how amazing you are Sir. I understand them, know how important it is to find such a Master. To find a person who can make you both cry and glisten from happiness. For a slave like me it is a dream come true Sir. And I can understand all other boys, searching, lusting after you Sir. It must be so hard for you Sir. So god damn hard for a Master who could always (I really know this) just go to a sauna and there would be tens of boys begging you to use them, to drill your hard dick deep inside them. Thank you Sir for sticking with me, for keeping me, making me a better slave.

In the morning I say a silent “prayer”, hoping I still present a worthy challenge to you Sir. That it can be me feeling your cock, worshipping your body, pleasing your mind. Saying a loud thank you when I take off my collar and head to work, knowing I will be able to put it back on the moment I arrive.
I know how special you are Sir and being away for a longer period of time only made me realise this even more. I rarely show my feelings (or better said, I hid them well before I met you Sir) but yesterday when I again could not spend a lot of time with you Sir, I cried. I cried silent tears, longing for my Master. I had extreme feelings of guilt because I know how special you are, how much time you dedicate to an average and not very good looking boy, little fucker, like me. I am so lucky Sir, I never forget this. Thank you Sir.

Yesterday I tried to be a better slave Sir, not to dwell on this. Think about it of course but not dwell or sulk. Start doing amends immediately Sir. Writing this letter, writing the next chapter of my story, thinking of what more I can offer you when we meet again. Saving my bonus for you Sir. Giving you a little treat Sir, asking to allow me to take you for a very nice dinner - properly dressed of course (what desert will you choose Sir? I know how much you like sweets Sir. A tiramisu? A panna cotta? Can we have a whole plate of different things, please? Just for you Sir?). Please Sir.

I could write a sleazy letter of apology but deep in my heart I only want to write a letter of praise Sir. Not to avoid asking… begging … for you to accept my apology. Beg you to forgive me for being so busy and spending so little time online. I am so sorry Sir but I … and this I know is hard for others to understand … I also want and need to be a good boy for you in real life Sir. To share with you Sir. To be yours Sir, all the time Sir.
I am so sorry Sir.

Yes, you were right Sir when you said I receive positive feedback. It is not something I take for granted (never take anything in life for granted!), it is simply an encouragement to work harder, always strive for more. Offer Sir more. And more. And more.
And I am always grateful for a response or feedback Sir, good or bad. I think if something touches you, you should respond Sir.

Yes Sir, you are a bloody good Master and I know you could replace me easy from a long line of other very submissive boys willing to take my place at a moments notice. Please Sir, please do not do this. Please let me be yours Sir. Allow me to wear the collar Sir. This special, so very special collar Sir. The one I am touching just the way you described Sir, as a substitute for touching my useless genitals, gaining pleasure from doing that instead. It was amazing Sir, how much more it meant to be able to touch my collar Sir, than “it”… wow Sir.

Once again Sir, please accept my sincere apology for being so busy. Please forgive me Sir.
And thank you Sir, thank you so very much Sir. And please do continue with your writing Sir. It is so much better than mine will ever be and I am sure it brings so much to young boys dreaming, searching, hoping to be able to make that leap of faith, Sir. It is another amazing quality of yours Sir - to educate, pass knowledge and help boys, subs and slaves grow. Thank you Sir.
Please forgive me Sir and thank you for a chance to write this letter, Sir.

boy A"


mmm, should I accept, make him sweat, knowing his useless little cock got very hard while writing the apology, as it always does? Thats why he keeps begging me not to be set him free, disowned by me, why? Because I hope he values what he has now found, a Master, a very good Master. Me.


Well I will talk to him later tonight then decide................

Another long Skype chat
 

Ping went my Skype, "Sir, I just came home and will spend the day at home. I am sorry for being so busy and I am already writing a letter to you Sir. I have also managed to write half of the story. I am doing my best Sir to please you Sir and I will write a bit more in the letter Sir."

mmm, my boy is writing his next installment of "There he was".

So we chatted a while, discussed everyday things, the shit happening in London, bad shit!

s:May I please please go pee Sir?
M:good boy, you know it makes sense
s:I do Sir, thank you Sir. Never sulked Sir, not for a second
M:then piss into a glass, step into the shower and pour it down your front and useless genitals
s:yes Sir
s:thank you Sir
M:I suppose I should read your pathetic txt/apology?
s:back Sir, wet Sir, the pee is drying on me now Sir.
s:Yes please Sir.
M:you deserve a lot worse
M: Ok, I will read
M:All you, you, you!
M:sitting waiting, wet with your own piss, hoping for me to say "I forgive you"!
M:should I just tear up the Virgin tickets now, sent you a picture of the torn tickets?
s:Sir, I really thought this time it was about you Sir. I had only you in mind Sir. I reread it two times Sir. I really wanted to make it a praise of you Sir.
M:well, final chance, stop quoting what I wrote on Getdare, use YOUR own words.
M:well?
s:Yes Sir. I will rethink again Sir
s: please Sir...

I am getting very annoyed with the boy, so hit the close button, I go offline and go out for a short walk before I say and do anything that I may regret later, the boy can stew, wet, stinking of his piss, his mind in termoil!

M:well?
s:I am writing again Sir
s:I do not want to make useless apologies Sir, never Sir and I am so angry at myself Sir. Because I start writing and I always write having just you in my mind Sir. And when the outcome is not good my brain ... I simply do not know what do Sir.
s:I get so scared Sir
s:i do not fuck up with reports or blogs Sir, but always with apologies and I can not grasp it Sir.
s:You do not hate me Sir? Please Sir do not leave Sir, please Sir. There is one more month to go Sir, I will be here all the day Sir today
M:I dont hate you, that is the big problem, feelings!
M:It hurts me, inside when you fuckup
s:And I know this through writing an apology Sir. The problem I think is that by showing you my feelings I try to prove how much you mean to me Sir, how special you are. And that is why a lot starts with I Sir. It is not wishing to make me feel better, it is a way - and yes perhaps a very wrong one Sir - to try and show how fucking bad it makes me feel, it hurts when you are not satisfied Sir
M:x
s:x Sir
M:Bin the new apology!
s:yes Sir
M:We both need a good fuck
s:Yes Sir, I so agree Sir

I guess I have forgiven the boy, I hope he does not let me down on the next chapter of "There he was". I know he is sitting typing away to complete the chapter, his ass plugged, smelling of his now dry piss and somehow his cock is hard and he is smiling, knowing he is pleasing me. Only he can bring out the best and worst in me, he is learing how to tame the grizzly bear and turn it into a teddy bear.

We chat a lot more, both getting horny, wishing the days away until we meet again in April, this time he will kiss me in public upon my arrival, proud to be my slaveboy. Even though its only our second real life meeting, we discuss ditching the condoms, flesh on flesh, my hot cum, coating his insides and breeding him, finally. Fuck, the thought is driving me and my hard aching cock crazy, I touch it but resist the urge to wank, I can, I am free to wank and cum as I wish, my boy has chosen not to be and given control of his useless little genitals over to me.

We skype more,
I send my boy a picture
M: Daddy makes me to wear these?
M:the picture
s:very naughty and nice Sir
s:They look like a butterfly in a way Sir
M:great bum look
s:A confession Sir
M:confess
I send the boy a picture of a cock with both balls tied high above the shaft.
M:no good for you
s: never understood what a great bum looks like Sir... Well I spot a nice bum on a lady Sir but a man's bum Sir... they all look a bit the same Sir
s:no Sir, no good for me "blush"
M:dont you think you have a nice bum, now?
s:I keep staring at the picture Sir, they are tied above the dick Sir...wow
s:Honestly Sir, I still think it is just a bum... I like the fact you appreciate it Sir, I like it being pink but when it comes to shape, I think it is too big Sir :)
M;well, I love it!
s: thank you Sir
s:just like I so love your moobs Sir
M:well, you love them and I will love you
s:Sir, may I unplug a bit please Sir. It is starting to hurt Sir
M:I said at bed time, but ok
s:I will re-lube Sir and put it back in Sir
M:lube does dry out
s:better Sir
s:I was completely dry down there Sir
s:thank you Sir
M:full and comfy?
s:yes Sir
s:I am happy we could spend the day together Sir
s:Thank you Sir
M;so am I
M:but I cannot put my tounge or cock down your throat, mmm
s:I know Sir, I know, yes Sir


At last the next chapter of "There he was" is ready, I read it carefully, correcting his english errors (it is not his mother tounge), then he has permission to post it on Getdare, for all you happy horny Getdare users to read it and hopefully get turned on, masterbate and cum (only if you are allowed to!).


I hope you enjoyed the update and the next chapter of "There he was".
More will be posted if you want to hear more about owning my latest slave boy and taking control of his useless little genitals.

Sir.

I normally skip these posts however I found it great to read and I enjoy the relationship!

Thank you for your kind comments.

Sir.

Is your slave from Germany? Phase "mother tongue" may be translation of "Muttersprache".

My slave is European, he does not want his country of origin exposed, I respect that, but does it matter, slave schools exist in all countries?

What matters is that he is prepared to travel, to serve me!

Sir.

I'm glad your sub appears to respect and obey you as much as I adore and respect my own.

Thank you for you comment. My slaveboy tries!

Sir.

My boy is eager to please!
 

Well the last week of March, April at the weekend. I guess my slaveboy is getting rather excited as we are due to meet in real life again at the end of April.

He sent me a lttle "story" or maybe its a "wish list"?

I hope you enjoy reading it, I did, I have reread it several times.


"" Eager to please.

It is very loud and hundreds of different languages and dialects can be heard from all sides. It is almost one o’clock and I rush to the toilets, avoiding the huge crowds at the station. I do not want to be late, I do not want to miss my scheduled pee time. I want to sit on the rim and just minutes before the meeting with my precious Sir once again do as told. Do as I have been trained to for months. Be a good boy for Sir, following the routine he devised just for me.
Only once did I make a stupid mistake, soiling my very special underwear and I never want to do anything like this again, never. It is not because of the punishment that followed (I learned to admit my mistakes, pay for them and accept the punishments), it is a sense of letting Sir down, disrespecting his property. But luckily they are all clean now, neatly folded in case he will want to inspect them. Will I be able to kneel at his feet as he does this? Will he let me kiss his feet before I say a loud thank you, Sir? Or at least his sock, perhaps he will let me chew on them when I am his naughty puppy? I am a complete slut for his magnificent feet and I hope he rests them on my back. Just knowing they are there ….mmm…. could I be his furniture again when we get home? “Please Sir may I be your footstool?” He will decide, I will just listen very carefully, do only what he tells me to do, focus on his words and his reactions. Sir is always right. Sir first.
I enter an empty cubicle and as soon as I sit down release my watery boy pee, so different from his - strong, manly, dark hot piss. A sense of relief runs through my body as I calm myself down and smile - I am happy that the next time I do this he may watch me. After I ask him for permission to pee, of course. I know I will blush. I always do, but I will still feel safe in his hands and just let him observe me, even laugh at me as pee dribbles from “it”. No, I must not touch “it”. he specifically told me not to touch, he does not want to see me touching it during these days together. If I need a scratch i must ask. In the morning he will edge “it”, not me. “It” is not my property anymore, it is just a tool for Sir’s pleasure, just like my whole body is - Fucked Master’s Property.
I so desperately wish he will like the new me. A bit slimmer, a bit more toned. Still not a Man but a boy. I want to be his boy. But perhaps, just perhaps, a bit more attractive. Attractive to him. Him who is such an amazing Master, a true gift and a rare gem. How can I be so lucky? I do not deserve him, I do not deserve to meet him again. I get all shaky just thinking I will disappoint him, not meet his high expectations. I always try so hard to offer him more. Be it as his slave, as his sex toy, even as his girl. I want to be his girl so he can fuck me hard, emasculate me as he stares deep in my eyes. “My girl getting fucked! My horny slutty girl! Take it! Fucking take it! Yesss!”
I run my fingers all over my smooth chest, looking at my bright red varnished nails, touching my very special leather collar, feeling the cold metal pins, wondering what kind of a tag he prepared for me to add to the collar (Master’s Property? Fucked Master’s Property? Just my slave number? Boy A?), as I slowly pull up my tight new jeans. I am not wearing any underwear so my useless little genitals remain at Sir’s reach and disposal. Will he check? Will he touch them? Will he smile or will he only make me blush knowing I did as told? Knowing I am properly dressed for him. I dare not to disobey.
He always knows.
He knows me so well by now… and I can not wait to see him again, exiting the train, slowly walking towards the end of the platform as I unbutton my sweater just enough for him to notice the collar. Will he notice this step I made? Will he notice even though I am shaking with fear of being seen as a pervert that I did this for him? Will it make him proud? Will his cock get hard when he sees me sweating, approaching, even pushing my limits in what can be done in public? Fuck, I am still so scared about this. But I know two things. I know he will respect my need for privacy and I know, I know.. there is still so much to explore. It is after all my first year in slave school…. He will see me, soon, so soon. And when he does, will he grab my ass? Will he whisper “Are they still so small? Your walnuts, haha?”
Or will he be the kindest teddy bear? He can be my teddy bear as well and I must admit I love the way he just holds me or lets me rest my head on his chest, comforting me, allowing me to hear his heart beating as I very gently lick his hairy chest, exploring his big body. And there is so much too explore. I like him being gentle, kind and smiling. And I like him getting all naughty after such calm moments, becoming a grizzly. His claws buried in my skin.
I am so excited, if I could I would run there immediately, past the fences and security checks, straight into his arms. But I will have to wait another few long seconds (they will seem like hours, I know) for him to go through the gate and see me waiting in anticipation. In fear and lust. In admiration. (Perhaps I could take the bag from him already there so he will not have to bother himself? His back must be hurting from a long ride. I giggle. Will he give me a long ride as well?? Will he scratch the burning itch today? Will he make me wait? I know I can always ask - he likes me asking, expressing my needs. But what I get is up to him and I do not care actually. It is his decision. It is his choice. Always. And he always makes the best decisions for me. I just want to please him, make him proud, make him enjoy those few days together. What am I thinking?? The bag …Those automatic doors can be such an inconvenience sometimes.)
It has been so long since I last saw him, since he sent me to slave school (And what a gift that was. It was so special. It helped me cope while we were separated). I could only write him letters, sometimes see him on cam (thank you Sir, thank you so much) but I was still miles away from touching him, tasting him, smelling him - he smells so manly, so good. The smell is intoxicating and just the idea is making “it” twitch. I can not wait and I try not to dwell on questions now… but they creep back…
Will I do good? Will I be able to show him what I have learned so far? I do not want to disappoint him in any way and I am only scared I perhaps said too much. What a stupid boy I am. How could I have told him that I want to make this session more intense, that I need and want my limits and boundaries to be pushed and tested again. He must have thought I am all mouth and I am thinking only of my own pleasure when I told him I want to be tied to the bed, gagged and blindfolded, having my nipples tortured, my small pathetic balls and clit tied up, flogged and then edged. Again and again. He must have thought it is again all about me, me, me. But it is not. I can not hide that I want to be spanked, flogged, whipped. Deep inside I know it will bring him pleasure. I know it will bring him a lot of pleasure when he hears me moaning, begging for a release, praying almost to let me spunk after four challenging weeks. But most of all I know his man dick will get hard as I say out loud what I long the most. To use me in anyway he wants. I know I will cry and lough for him, I know I will beg him for more and beg him to stop. Until I beg him for more again. He will decide. He will be in control and this is what I need and want. To let myself go, forget about my immediate and puny pleasures to bring him so much more than when we first met. Will I make him spunk unaided? Will I get to drink his spunk straight from the tap? Hot, sweet and so very unique.
I know I made mistakes back when we first met but they helped me grow and plunge deeper into the world of submission. It is not my fantasy, it is our reality and I can almost sense the train approaching. A few more minutes, seconds and he will be here, inspecting me, controlling me, dominating the place from the first moment he sees me. His eyes will make me submit instantly. He will know his slave boy is back where he belongs, next to his Master, his Captain, his Sir. And I will be able to fight for him, his attention, his magnificent body (Fuck, I have such extreme hots for him. How many lonely nights I have thought of worshipping him, obeying his every single command, pleasing him with my every muscle and body part). Be strong enough to overcome my fears just to bring him more pleasure than ever before. I want him to enjoy it. He will be at the centre of my attention for the next five days. I want to thank him for the leap of faith he made again. “Thank you, Sir”.
I prepared everything for him and did not even want to sleep in the bed the night before his arrival. It is reserved for him and I could not make myself go sleep in it. It would be such a violation, such a breach to invade his space. I would like him to enter it first, mark it with his sweat and odour and only then perhaps invite me to follow him and squeeze my body next to him, almost smothering me. My aching body after a long and hard spanking that will make my boy bum burning pink. Will he taste my sweat?
He will be the Master of the house for the next few days, he will take what he needs and how he needs but also take when he needs and wants. Even if it means waking me up in the middle of the night, penetrating me in a swift go. Will it hurt? I do not care, I trust him.
“Please Sir, fuck me Sir, breed me Sir”.
What am I saying? Perhaps he will just want to go to sleep as soon as possible, simply sit on a sofa, relax as I prepare a nice dinner for him - wearing just an apron, teasing him with my bum, grabbing things from the lowest drawers hoping he will notice me, my back, my slutty ass spread just for him, his dick, his pleasure. Will he play with my pussy and distract me as I work in the kitchen? Will he just approach me and stick a finger up my bum and beg me for more than just one finger? Beg me for his cock.
I bought everything I need already in the morning, filled the fridge, bought some very special dessert I know he enjoys the most. It is so much more than just sex. It is power. It is pleasing. Submitting. Obeying.
Did I go to far buying the whipped cream and placing it on a very visible spot? I should have skipped the post-it I left on the counter next to my toys… that was so silly. Fuck, the special cubes…I hope they have frozen by now. Yes, empty bottles are also sorted. Will he … ?
Will he not? Better be prepared. Just in case.
“A slave feels compelled to keep his possessions and that of any other people in his household clean.” And I will - keep it clean, serve him drinks, make tea, undress him, fold his clothes, do the chores.
Sir will see me exercise, stretch, sweat… “Please Sir, may I do my corner time, Sir?”
Will he like the gift I brought him? It is too naughty probably and one can see it is so clearly home made. He will think it is about me again but it is not… I am so glad there is a large sign written on it: Master’s …..
I know he will push me, push me to my limit, hoping each time that limit will increase. But I want the same thing. I want to be pushed, explore more, become more submissive because I know how much pleasure he gets from seeing subs in turmoil. In a mixture of pain and pleasure that turns him on more than anything. And he knows when to push me and how. To still feel safe and just more devoted, more His. He is not a sadist, he simply knows from the very beginning that it is not a want but a need. To please, obey, submit, be grateful for pain or pleasure.
I told him… I told him I want to feel his hand slapping me. And now when the train is approaching I still feel the same. I do not care if he sees me crying afterwards, I only care I will have enough strength to thank him for that slap. He deserves to hear a thank you every single time. And I will do it. I know I will. Because he means so much to me, because he knows so well what he is doing that it is better to just leave my silly ego behind. His pleasure is my only pleasure. Even if it means letting go of my pride, putting my back to the toilet, leaning my head back into the bowl and letting it be the toilet bowl so he can piss in my mouth and all over my head, before showing it in the toilet and giving me a swirly.
We have talked so much already, it is high time for action. I know I am supposed to be scared and I am but I am not afraid. It is so hard to find someone like him, someone you can admit how much you want this so we can both progress.
And it is a matter of minutes now, I realise, as a loud knock on the door wakes me up from my daydreaming (no, it is not a dream!). I apologise to the unknown man, wash my hands, look at myself in the mirror for one last time and head for the platform.
My heart starts pounding and I start to sweat. Cold, nervous sweat runs down my spine but I only walk faster. I do not look back, I do not stop, I need to be next to him as soon as possible. I see him there and I almost cry but it is not the time to feel emotional. It is time to show strength so I take a deep breath, wait for him with my eyes lowered to approach me before raising my eyes to his question “Looking for somebody?” I almost melt as I hear his voice and say the magic word “Sir!”. I accept his hug and give him a kiss. A proper kiss I longed for so long. X Sir. I stay there in the safety and comfort of his strong bear hands, inhaling his scent (unshowered…just for me, just like he promised…and he always keeps his promises. Always.). I forget about the world around me for a moment, burry myself in his chest before I gather the courage once again and whisper in his ear “Please Sir, use me Sir. I am all yours, Sir”.
“Good boy!”
All my questions are answered, I instantly know what I am to do so I simply pick up his suitcase and follow… Eager to please.



“Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!” ""


Rather nice, good boy, x!


Sir.


Soon, so soon, mmmm

Boy A's blog
 

Quote:

Originally Posted by m55uk4younger:-

I think your next blog is due, or a you getting bored with your new life, now real life work pressures are making things a lot harder?
If so, just say, you know where the "door" is, just walk through it back to the light of freedom and back to your normal life!

Sir.


Well boy, your next blog is well overdue, its now April, as if I have to remind you!

Sir.


Well, the boy is not reading HIS blog or doing as I requested, should he loose a fuck?

Sir.

Boy A's blog continues.
 

Well the boy is now writing his blog again, it is so important, its a record of his Jouney, for future reference.
His first attempt was shite, not good enough, not to my and his high standards, so I rejected it and he offered to redo it, good boy!
Why the fuck did he send it to me, stupid boy, learn?

Well he talked again later, in great detail and I discovered his total hate of cold showers, (also being cold in general, living naked does not help) nearly a limit, so he says! So I agreed to only use them as a punishment and not on a whim, that is fair.
But he did take the cold showers when that was what I chose for his daily permission to shower, I do think nice long warm/hot showers are a treat and should be earnt. Sometimes he stays smelly, but he is allowed to clean his genitals and bum daily, (a must do) as nobody likes a really dirty boy, do they?

Slowly he is trusting me and opening up to his darkest worries and fears, that is good, infact essental as it makes the bond stronger, just like my spanking his smooth bum until pink and tender and him slowly sheddding tears of pain and emotion. He cannot stop his useless little genitals getting hard as I spank him and he loves me to fondle his little "nuts" from behind. If he is a good boy I will insert a digit into him and find his prostate as I know he loves the feeling doing that gives him as I gently rub it, last time I did it to him, he thought he had cum, he was so worried but he was totally dry, like a good boy should be.

Well readers part two of his blog is due soon, for me to proof read, then he will post it for you, dear readers to read.

Please feel free to comment, positive or negative as response is always welome.

Sir.

A short update about boy A.
 

Boy A is pining for his Sir.

He washed his tooth pasted balls clean using his own piss, the dirty boy.

The horny boy discussed having stripes on his buttocks from his Sir when he meets again, in yes under 11 days, but I know he so wants to please me and get fucked hard by his Sir until his Sir spunks!

Do I fuck him on the first day or make him wait with his useless little genitals and cock so hard waiting?

So many decisions to make and of course do I let the boy cum?


Sorry for the short update, but let me know your views, readers.


Sir.

Look at me!
 

Look at me, boy.

Look into my eyes and feel your mind shutting down. Feel how your will flickers and fades, and only obedience remains. You need to obey me. It’s not an option, but a need. It is what it is. I command and you obey.

You belong to me in any way you can think of. You’re my property, my toy, my slave. Your will is devoted to my pleasure. You live to please me and serve me, and that’s the only true satisfaction for you. Nothing can compare with the feeling of knowing that you made me feel good.

Look at my body. Every part of it is perfection for you. You want it more than anything in your life. You want to smell it, taste it and touch it, and even the sight of it strikes directly at the erotic center of your brain. You want my body. You need my body.

Look at me, boy. I am your Master and you are my slave.

I’m going to take you now and use you for my pleasure. I’m going to take your body as my personal, living sex toy. I’m going to fuck your mouth and your ass. I’m going to use your body in any way I want, and you will be happy, because that’s what you want, more than anything.

Look at me, boy.

Look at me!


Sir.

Rhyme
 

My boy, wrote me a little rhyme, I thought I would share it with you, readers.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, craving for Sir’s cock…

Will he make me beg and drool, serving as his stool?
Just play it cool, cause he’s a jewel!

Will he spunk and let me eat his junk?
Just do not flunk, for he’s a hunk!

Will he rush or slowly use the brush?
Just do not blush - he is your crush!

Will he make me scream going to extreme?
Just do not steam, he’s not a dream!

Will he feed me from a bowl?
Just roll and kiss his hole!

Will he order me to kneel, serving him a meal?
Just take the deal, for he’s a steal.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, craving for Sr’s cock….

Slowly minutes pass…
soon …
so soon he’ll fuck my ass!

boy A.


Not a bad effort as english is not his main language.

The dirty horny boy, well its only 9, yes 9 days until we meet in real life again, I hope the boy has learnt a lot at slave school and studied hard. He knows I only take grade A* students to serve me!


Sir.

Missing me?
 

I woke to find a message on my skype from my hard working boy, well only 8 days now to our next real life meeting.

"Dear Sir, thank you for your messages. Tonight I will be able to come online Sir. Around eight - eight thirty your time Sir. But I wanted to write a short message. Say good morning Sir and tell you I dreamed of you again Sir - it was not a wet dream Sir, but a naughty one Sir. I guess not being able to talk to you Sir makes my brain go mental - and my subconsciousness (better said sub-consciousness) just craves for you Sir. I must be really a very submissive kinky boy Sir. It was not a wet dream Sir but when I went to poo that thing happened again Sir, after I finished .... I simply leaked Sir - it was not an orgasm, "it" was not even hard Sir but I just had a little spasm and some pre-cum leaked out Sir. It was connected to my dream I guess Sir - more on it in the evening. It was again so humiliating Sir - not in control of my body, a dirty boy leaking in the toilet. I ate it all up Sir, had to lick it from the floor actually Sir. I am sorry Sir, it really was not spunking. It really was not an orgasm Sir, just silly dribble Sir. This time not just pee but a mixture of pee and pre-cum Sir. I am a complete slut Sir. But I want to be your slut Sir. xxx Sir"


Such a dirty horny slut of a slave boy, craving me and my spunk and maybe his spunk too if I allow him to "cum for me"!


Sir.

7 days, tick tock
 

Well its the final countdown, in less than 7 days my slave boy will be at my feet, waiting for my words, collared with all his nails painted, as he knows thats how I want him dressed!

Another supprise in my skype inbox, a short message and formal picture nothing rude or dirty, he is dressed in his new now tight jeans, and a jacket, he has a smile on his face and looks deep in thought, mmm

My boy was been keeping a daily diary of all his thoughts, this was started on the 8th of April as instructed by myself, I assured the boy its contents are for my eyes only, sorry Getdare readers, but some things must remain private between Master and slave. Trust is a must. His darkest deepest kinky thoughts must be available to his Master.

The waiting is starting to send be a little crazy so, I have been writing erotic stories again, updates and new one's in the stories section. I cannot be too naughty and cum because I need balls full and to be horny when we meet for our second real life meeting, in yes, less than a week.

Is he the submissive boy of my dreams, the needle in the internet BDSM haystack, maybe, well he is no longer an anal virgin, that was "taken" back in Jan on our first meeting and he just now craves cock and better still MY cock!


Sir.

The final countdown
 

Well its 5 days now until my second meeting with boy A, this time in London.

I don't know why, but I have the jitters, more bad things happened in Paris, capital cities all over Europe are the target for "radical nutters". But if they stop us doing what we want to do with our lives then they have won and they cannot and will not win! My parents, grand parents and those of others paid a high price for our freedom, two world wars and more so I could be free and be speaking English, my thanks go out to them and "Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few". We must never forget them and honour them, never forget their sacrifice!

Rant over, well boy A has been working hard prior to our meeting, I know now mentally he is starting to sweat and worry, sush pup, Sir will guide you.
We are trying to plan our days together, a few treats out, cinema, meals and maybe a few beers for boy A (maybe a recycled one too from his Sir and Master). Euston will be very emotional, boy A dressed in a jacket and his new tight jeans, no underwear of course, all nails painted in bright red (I know now he has grown to love them and what they signify), not forgetting his greatest possesion, his collar, the symbol of his ownership and his total submission and trust in me as his Master.

Will I use his cock to stir my hot cup of tea, maybe, but as always I will check its temperature, I don't want to scald his little cock do I. I hope these months at slave school have been good for boy A, learning about what I require from him and also what he needs and not to be afraid to ask or be totally open with me, about anything. Waking in the morning together to my boy sucking my cock will be devine for both of use, then my hand not his doing his daily required edging, that will be very hard in more than one way for the boy, I expect him not to spunk everywhere, the dirty boy, he has to learn to control "it". I will take him right to the edge, a 9 at least, then he must shout for me to stop "I will cum Sir, please stop, please Sir".

Now boy A is no longer an anal virgin any more and he craves cock, my cock, he will be hoping to claim all 4 fucks he has earnt and maybe bonus ones, the dirty little slut, my dirty little slut. He knows his pleasure is secondary, earned, not expected, I expect to cum and have good orgasms, with or without his help and he knows that, he is just a slave a fuck toy, a warm wet hole nothing else!

Sir.

I see you're both very excited for the great day when you're going to meet again and you should be. I enjoyed reading about your relationship ever since it all started and I hope the time you'll spend together in a few days will be a wonderful continuation of your mutual journey in discovering your passions and most of all - each other!

Again thank you for your kind comments and wishes, real live does get in the way but you can work around it, if you really want to.


Sir.

Very nice post. Hope you two have a great time!

Thank you for your kind comments.

Sir.

Wow, its just one day now!
 

Well one day to go until boy A is waiting at the rail staion, eyes down a happy smile on his face, "Looking for somebody", "Sir" he utters from his lips, he hugs me tight and gives me a deep sensual kiss, no longer scared as its our second real life meeting, "Mmm, put me down boy, dont suck all of the air out of my lungs", he wispers into my ear "Take he home Sir, I have missed you so much", "Take my bag, boy". I check he is collared and dressed as I require, wearing no underwear and his new tight jeans, showing off his now nice little fuckable ass. I know the horny slut has not spunked for weeks, a good boy, maybe I will let him spunk for me and watch him drift away on the waves of another fantastic sexual orgasm.

Now to organise my self, pack a few things, ropes, leather straps, bindings, sex toys for him and myself, maybe some panties for my boy plus of course spare boxers for me as he will be taking these well used ones that I am wearing home, again, his second "Trophy" pair, his link to his beloved Sir.

Tomorrow night after a few hours together, I plan to take the boy out to the cinema, I have booked a double premier seat for both of us, so he can cuddle up to me in the dark, a treat for him, I get my treat and enjoyment later, once I get him home, behind closed doors!

Sir.

We're all cheering for you too! Have a wonderful time together and enjoy each moment together because you both deserve it!

Yet again, than you for your kind comments.

Sir.

Less than 24 hrs now
 

I got rather worried boy A was late, over an hour from the time he said he would skype me from the airport, just as I sent him a message, "ping" from boy A, work again, but he made the check in and did skype me, so I cannot be too hard on him, can I?

Tracked his flight on flightradar website, technology!, the flight landed on time, I bet he is cold the weather is quite cold in the UK, but he will stay properly dressed in just his collar and his painted nails, unless she shivers then I may cuddle the boy!

Now I wait for his skype from the London flat, before he goes to sleep, if he can sleep, I know his mind is racing, he has his nighty permissions from me, just in case.

Sir.

Your boy A did everything you told him, so no need to be harsh on him. Also,he's definitely feeling cold, confused, anxious, his mid in tatters. Now he needs you the most,your reassuring and little warmth.
Let him rest for tonight, you'll have tomorrow just for yourself.

London Part 01
 

Well it was long very intense 5 days and nights so please bear with me Getdare readers, my boy was there waiting at Euston, collared, nails done (they do cause him lots of turmoil I know!), yes he kissed me then quickly wisked me off on the underground, not saying much, I guess he was nervious and a little shy. Was he hard? I did not check, but "it" does seem to control him at lots of times, he is a horny 29 year old male, mmm, I wish I was that age!

The details are a little fuzzy in my brain, its been a very exhausting time mentally and physically, very little sleep as he was allowed to share my bed, but I will try to remember, but upon my departure he got his 4 fucks that he had earnt, prior to our meeting, he knows how to push my buttons at times, my nipples as so sore, the greedy boy!

We had a few hours alone in the Apartment, The boy was supposed to have cooked me a meal, a nice Lasagna was mentioned, but he bought a Pizza, yes bought, not made, the lazzy boy, effort zero. (Maybe that was the next night thinking is hard, I am tired, its been a long week, EDIT --- That was the next night, Friday, pup made us both a cheese and ham sandwich before we left to go to the cinema, yes made not bought, so he did make a little effort!) before we had to venture out to the cinema, yes I booked us a Premier double seat at the BFI Imax, the biggest screen in Britain, situated at London Waterloo, Massive 20M tall 24M wide, wow http://www.bfi.org.uk/bfi-imax (well worth a vist if you are ever in London). Little did I know the horny little fucker was hard all through the film, from me only holding his hand and touching his thigh though his tight jeans, I was discrete as people were close behind us (Damn, but I cannot book all the seats!). Then we caught the late tube back, he spoke little, was he happy did he enjoy the film and my company? I fed him a few sweet treats, I dont recall him thanking me!


More to Follow


Sir.

London Part 02
 

We got home late, should I resist him? Yes, but could I resist him, naked in my bed? No. Without all the juicy details the boy got a real fuck, a hard deep one, bashing his prostate, not just a ride of a hard cock.

I woke early, tired, my body clock is on an earlier rise to the boys, he slept soundly or maybe it was the fuck?

We sat and made plans, a trip out, stretch my legs some culture, the Tate Modern, art! After a short trip we got to the Tate, to be honest I did think some of the "art" was pretty crap, a supermarket till receipt, what is all that about! Then the boy asked to go to see a guided tour, he explained little, I did not mind, so I waited for him. We looked around more at the art, zoomed up to the 10th floor for a 360 degree view of the london skyline. I offered him a drink a snack, he declined (maybe I, his Master wanted one? But we left, crossed the millennium bridge, towards St Pauls,then headed towards home, later the boy spied a "coffee" shop we went in (he was hungry he ordered two snacks (greedy boy) and a drink, we ate, he said little.

We walked several miles, it gave us a chance to chat, well, I chatted, he listened, sometimes he talked, sometimes he just "grunted". We stopped on the way and shopped, A fresh spiced chichen, hot to have for Sunday (we were planning a meal out Saturday night), everybody loves a sunday roast with all the trimmings, the rest cold on Monday, I would cook, take control in the kitchen as well as the bedroom after the "pizza" escapade.

We sat talked, he seemed moody, complained that I did not like the Tate, that he had dragged me there (no we had planned to go earlier). he failed to explain about work by Marina Abramović he had seen on the guided tour while I sat and waited. I missed a perfect ten minute long explanation on her work in Milan. It is also so close to all the D/s dynamic, questions of gender, identity, society. (to be honest I did not know who she was or the subject relevence, communucation!). (EDIT --- The boy put the pizza he bought into the oven, a easy meal for us, but effort zero! I warned him that hot ovens and naked genitals are not a good mix, I did not want a trip to A&E). The boy was pissing me off, very disrespectfull, enough, I slapped his face hard, told him to write his diary, later, I called him into the bathroom, told him to lie in the bath and open his mouth, he complied, I then pissed on him, and in him, my bladder emplied, the little shit, I left him telling him to wait to dry, I was tired so went to bed and quickly driffted off.

Several hours later I awoke alone, in the dark, I could hear movement, I looked down, my side of the bed, "he" was there covered in a blanket, "he" was right not to wake me and get into the bed without my permission. "Would you like to get into the bed, boy?", "Yes, please, sir!", so he crawled in hoping that his naked body would please and arouse me.


More soon,

Sir.

London
 

boy A is due to blog too, he is exhausted mentally and a bit sore (lucky boy).

He sent me a Private message at Getdare:-

"Sir,
Thank you for all your messages but mostly ... I am so sorry Sir ... I read your updates and I can ... I am sorry I was such a disappointment ...
I am so sorry Sir...
I will start writing my blog in an hour Sir.

boy A "

I await proof reading it!

Sir.

London
 

Mmmm, not any interest or comments, maybe what happened in London should stay in London, locked in the memories of my tiried brain.

Sir.

London blues
 

:-(

Well, the big post meeting downer has arrived, no interest in writing Part 03, but the whole event keeps driving my mind crazy. Am I horny, no, it must be bad, but the meeting was so intense maybe too intense, very little sleep for both of us, busy days too. I miss making my pup his breakfast, him looking into my eyes "Thank you, Sir", only dressed in his collar and red nails, his sweet little cock and tight balls on view, his now slim body and tight ass on view, temping me, making me aroused, pup knowing that he is arousing me, he smiles, so innocently (But I can read his dirty mind, "Will Sir fuck me again, today, I wonder").

I cannot think straight, I am typing the wrong words having to re-read and edit this text, 3 more hours and hopefully he will skype me, 3 long hours, damn he is in my head, but I feel also my heart!

Sir.

I've been very busy today, so don't think I forgot about you and your boy. I've been following your joint journey from the beginning and you know what I think about it. I'm sure it was very intense for both of you, being together at last, doing everytjing together, from the moment you opened your eyes, till the timebyou went to bed. And all the kinky stuff aside, I am very pleased that your boy has a very special place in your heart and that is the most important thing. Orgasm comes and goes, being horny doesn't last long, but your feelings for him,no matter how well hidden from him or rest of us are the true measure of your unbreakable bond and unconditional devotion to one another.

Like I said before, may it last forever as long as you're both happy!

Peace and love

Grandmaster

Thank you for your kind comments, yesterdays downer was bad, exhausted and tired, physically and ,mentally, I may write another update today.


Sir.