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Completely and irrevocably

Posted 06-27-2019 at 04:19 AM by CSasha
Updated 03-24-2020 at 08:39 AM by CSasha

He had just finished school with A-levels. The last parties with his fellow students had passed. The seriousness of life was knocking on his door. He hadn't yet decided or even guessed what to do with his life. At least, he had plenty of time to waste during the hot summer. So he stumbled about some online play with Truth or Dares. Some simple bets made him undress and get on all four but it didn't go much further. Or it was totally extreme and too much to even try. Despite male subs being in vast majority around there, he was exploring an exiting ground. There was so much to read about it, so many abbreviations within BDSM to look up. All just online.

He was way to uneducated and scared for real-life dates. Also, somehow he had still kept all his virginities for the one great love to come, nothing uncommon among his friends if you asked himself. If he had had more open talks about sex, others might have shared that at least masturbation was most common. Being a good boy according to his parent's beliefs, he didn't even do that. Maybe that would have spared him those phases of insane arousal, especially when he couldn't resist secretly watching porn to "keep up".

Now he sighed in front of the screen. Following the standard pattern he had seen, his title read:

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18m submissive slave looking for an experienced Mistress and longterm owner, no limits, open for relocation and TPE
Was it too long? The fantasy of Total Power Exchange made his mind tumble. Upon reading plenty of opinions, he had decided that giving himself up for a partner was the most important and probably satisfying prospect for him. It seemed that he longed to serve that seriously. Not because of his mistress' to be tits or pussy, though that clearly turned him on, but instead for her character, leadership and strength. He thought to himself that lust was a bad motivation for seeking out. He wanted to be used, as rough as he was horny, and if possible right now. But he wanted that to lower himself and disregard his own comfort for the pleasure of another person. He had tried to let this attitude come through via his plentiful description.

In the next 5 minutes, there were no responses at all. Of course not. Only within the next hours and days, he got a few replies. Two of them were other males begging that he'd be their mistress. There were lots of confused and annoying people on the internet. One reply was just advice on how to look for a partner, including plenty of links to long articles about BDSM. Hadn't he read enough already? He was eager to give his true obedient self a chance and put it into practice! What was all the fuzz about taking it slow, reading, going baby steps!?

Days later, finally, he got this reply:


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Hello young man,

Your ad woke my interest. Though I am not a mistress but an experienced master, I am more than confident to give you what you desire and make your slave dream come true. IF you are seeking submission indeed.

Despite my heterosexuality, I'd like to take ownership of you for my pleasure in domination. Correct me if I wrongly assume you are heterosexual, too. If we both are, your enslavement will be even more focused on your submission and my control over you. I will use sexuality as a tool in that sense rather than a goal. Does that sound tempting for you?

You can have a closer look at my profile to find evidence that I am real and that my confidence is justified. At least, you should get to know what you might regret not getting if you reject my offer. Play with the thoughts of being ordered around, following my rules, and being controlled and administered corrections and punishments.

Take any arousal invoked by my words and profile as an indicator that you should give it a try.

Don't reply if you chicken out.

If you desire to completely and irrevocably submit, then
  • Call me "Master" from now on
  • Never reply to me with more than one message or more than 200 words, or unrequested pictures
  • Send me a message with pictures of your full body front, back, and side, and one with a paper reading "Slave for Nemilos"
No more excuses, slave! Either obey or keep dreaming of what you might have gotten.

This is just the next step, as we have to discuss more matters until I can accept you and take you in.

Nemilos

Indeed, he looked up the reviews on Nemilos' profile indeed:

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Harsh, creative master true to his words. No kidding. Great sessions. Anytime again.
Still, he did think way more than twice about the offer. But then he took the requested pictures and was committed to reply. Though his body wasn't fat at all, it wasn't athletic either. In his experience, his small, pale body was unattractive for most girls. If lucky, they would call him cute and nice. Nevertheless, his new master should know the good he was about to acquire. A voice in his head told him he would prove unworthy even for enslavement. Fortunately, that was overwritten by worries about his unusually shaky handwriting on the paper. And so with a confused mind, he went along with it.

Most of his attention was thrown on the orders and rules given. He didn't want to scare away Nemilos by any spoiled behavior. Over the next messages back and forth his future master made him write limited paragraphs to plenty of topics. He had to write in detail what he had read about BDSM so far, what he thought and fantasized, and, to his shame and guilt, that he hadn't really experienced much sex, BDSM or even dares at all.

Nemilos didn't give him any reactions besides that so far any slaves had done great once they were in his hands. His future master assured him again and again that all was good the way it was. With so many questions given, he was happy not being ordered to further educate himself. Quite the contrary, Nemilos progressed on the details on when and how his future slave was going to meet him. Both were happy they could arrange the travel soon.

He hadn't traveled that often nor far away. Actually, it wasn't that much of a distance. He was going to need a good day moving through Europe, several times switching trains. But the route crossed several countries he wasn't familiar with at all, not mentioning the several different languages and cultures. His destination was an isolated house in the mountains. Nemilos had ordered him to pay the ticket in cash and bring nothing with him than his papers, his dead smartphone, and the clothes he wore. He would pick him up at the station and drive him the last thirty miles.

First, his mind raced about the likeliness of this being a prank or scam. On the travel, he thought about the little life he left behind now - his room, family and friends. He didn't have any unfinished business. At the last station, when Nemilos approached him, all this was forgotten. Instead, he became jumpy and excited all over. He had a hard time not jumping in joy since he didn't want to disappoint master Nemilos. He was quite eager to obey and satisfy.

They did speak very little, just short orders and replies. Master Nemilos collected his papers and smartphone, had him take a seat in the car, and put a blindfold on his eyes. He didn't restrain him in any way though.
"This is your last chance of chicken out.", Nemilos stated straight, followed by a short break. One of the few rules was not to answer if not asked. This was clearly not a question. He wasn't even tempted to break off. He felt the car start and roll along.

They stopped after a series of curves. His master led him into the house where he removed the blindfold. He gave him a glass of water: "Drink this! As I wrote to you, as my slave you have to take care of the body you are in. It now is my property. Besides what I do to it anytime and in any way I want, it's your responsibility to care for its health, hygiene and proper look. Understood?"
"Yes, master.", he replied after clearing his throat. He was very aware of how much his master disapproved hesitation to obey or blabby answers. His look pointed towards the floor, he still got an impression of a clean, orderly living room with some style. "You won't disappoint me?"
"No, master."

Nemilos spend the first hours introducing additional rules. His slave was property. From now on, it was not him but it. It had only one master and had to reply accordingly. It had to respectfully address every other person Sir or Mam. Obviously, this rule didn't apply to any slaves, pets, or other property. Within the house, it had to stay naked if not ordered otherwise. Master locked its clothing away. Its wishes, desires, and feelings were irrelevant. Its only purpose was servicing its master as only he saw fit.

The slave also had to let go of any ambitions regarding languages. Master Nemilos was not going to let it acquire his own native language. First, he would make it completely lose its mother tongue. Though that would take a while, his idea was to also make it lose the ability to read and write, and finally even lose its last language English. He never tested that but was delighted at the idea of having a slave unable to communicate in words at all. It would be a new type of helplessness, and therefore control over his slave. He would gladly take the long effort to achieve this via hypnosis, reward, and harsh punishment.

Then Master Nemilos checked his new slave. The chosen porn prooved that his property knew what aroused him, and had honestly reported it. Now master ordered it to hold still and remain silent, which it failed to do with the very first strike of the cane. The master quickly discovered how sensitive his property was regarding pain. He only had a smile on that prospect. His new slave neither liked nor endured pain very well. It inspired his mind with painful ideas.

Master Nemilos had much experience indeed, but more session-wise with a lot of consent. He had never had any slave dropping all limits for him or not being aware of those issues at all, like this one. He was excitingly looking forward to this new experience, eager to exploit and abuse his control just for the sake of it. Even though he hadn't started yet, he felt very funny and amused by the pure prospect of possibilities, the harsher the better. But first, the slave had to dress up for another car ride. Master Nemilos took care that his new property would not get any look from outside the house. He decided that this was one of many things of no concern for it.

Master Nemilos choice of artist didn't care for any possible objections. She gladly restraint the fleshy raw material and gagged it, so there would be no struggle with meeting her paying customer's demands. Since they spoke in their own mother tongue, it didn't understand a word anyway. As decided, there was no anesthesia.

First, its glans was pierced in Prince Albert manner. The master had many ideas what to possibly do with his new toy's genitals, from mutilation to completely cutting them off, but for now, he was sure enough to help it with focusing on pleasure by obedience. It wouldn't take long that he fixated a steel chastity cage via this glans piercing. Some more weeks, and it would always wear the tiniest possible chastity, with check-ups just occasionally enough to avoid infections.

The artist did not hesitate to proceed. She wasn't paid by the hour but by results. The septum piercing was clearly another highly painful, almost making the slave faint. As requested, she had pierced the stronger septum part and made room for a strong ring. Cutting the frenulum and a couple of tongue piercings came next. His current idea was to enable it to lick his balls or even asshole with his dick in its throat. A lot of training and possibly stretching would still be needed for that though. But he was patient and endurant in these things. Master Nemilos knew her to be professional, so he didn't worry about possible taste loss. Its disgust would be such an easy feeling to enjoy. But even if, it wouldn't be much of a loss for him. In this case, any permanent damage on this slave amused its master.

Navel and nipple piercings wouldn't cause any more trouble than what had already been achieved. Master Nemilos looked forward to nipple rings and at least trying out jingle bells on his property. He agreed to her proposal to add a piercing behind the sack to hang the chastity cage in there so it wouldn't dangle around. The penis bending might make disable any erection capabilities which Master Nemilos was very fine with. Some things, if they happen, they just happen. And this one wasn't even on him but only on his property. He didn't plan to grant him any erections anyway, ever again.

Master Nemilos and the artists talked about tattoo and branding options, like arse anglers, property signatures, or an ass branding. But he wanted to wait with these decisions until after he had cared for his slave's body hair. There wasn't that much hair for a male but still, that didn't suit him at all. Head hair, short, or long like for making it a sissy, maybe. Or maybe just get rid of that as well. But the rest was clearly something to get rid of permanently. He decided for the word "Slave" branded on its forehead for now. He enjoyed the screams and the permanent look of it. There was no way for anyone to miss that mark. Master Nemilos didn't plan on sending or taking his slave anywhere in public. Visiting for modification or play were the only tours with it he had on his mind. Even if he would change his mind, the slave's shame of such publicity could only be great. Finally, the artist made her recommendations on all the aftercare for the wounds. There was going to be no shortcoming on that end.

From there on, Master Nemilos didn't take any chances. He kept the already amusing toy in restraints and kept a close watch. His property was obviously shocked. But they had clearly turned its commitment into irreversible changes. It took only a couple of days until the slave gave itself up for what it was now, a real slave, at the mercy of its master. Master Nemilos quickly gave him the first lessons: to find its only meaning in being the property of its master. He led it clearly notice his joy about their arrangement and any grave impact it brought from day to day. The enforced chastity helped a lot since it completely shifted its sexual energies into its submission. There was nothing left but discomfort, suffering, and the only satisfaction from knowing its master pleased.

Master Nemilos did get along alone with caring for his household. So he didn't need his slave to take over any chores but was free to give him any tasks he wanted. Giving it chores or exercises to do actually turned out to become some kind of relief for the slave, mental and emotional recovering since it provided clear meaning. Though Master considered to sell or just give away his slave one day, he still came with new ideas each day. So he wasn't ready to break his toy yet, and if it was accidental. The master still found great pleasure in giving boring tasks, often not giving any feedback at all. Such behavior was proven to be very harmful to his slave's state of mind so he had to care for balance.

One of the best rewards to train his slave and mess with it in a positive way was his sheer presence. It could feel at least some kind of connection. On the other hand, Master Nemilos tried out isolating his slave, to great effect regarding its suffering and his amusement. He could just ignore it or keep it in a cell for days, cared with water, sometimes food, sometimes dildos to deepthroat as device-controlled tasks, completely left alone. He decided when he wanted to play with his toy, or even see it.

Weeks later, Master Nemilos set up very repetitive routines, boring to both of him. The new game was for his slave to hope and seek that his master tried out new ideas or followed his spontaneous desires abroad the routines. It earned its treats by suffering for its master in ever new ways and dimensions. The slave would learn to anticipate and beg for the worst experience for itself, just to please its Master by its misery.
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