Date: Thu, 14 Apr 2005 19:59:28 EDT
From: BoyNfla941@aol.com
Subject: Reality CheckUp Chapter 1

This story is about a young adult male (early twenties) who is seeking to
find out if he has the inner strength, body and soul, to serve another
man as his slave. The story contains almost  everything one might think
of in a  master/slave relationship.

You can read this and other stories written by marcus, trey and billy at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/flaboy941

We hope you will enjoy this story as much as we had in writting it.

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       A cool breeze finally settled in over the lower part of Florida,
which was a blessing after the higher than normal temperatures of summer.

       Sitting on the bus, heading to Ft. Lauderdale, watching the ever
flat countryside go by. I kept going over and over in my mind what got me
to board this bus in the first place.

       It wasn't long after graduating from college and finding out that
the job market was not going to improve anytime soon, that I took a
thankless job in the retail market. I will be the first to say that I now
have a better understanding and respect for all those serving in this
type of work.

       In high school and all through college I was on the swim team and
was smart enough to stay away from all the alcohol and drugs. I ate
properly and exercised regularly.

       I had only a few sexual encounters with other guys throughout
school which never really seemed to satisfy any of my wants, needs or
desires.
I was seeking and looking for someone to take control of my life; as all
my thoughts and emotions seemed to be turning into a " run away freight
train".

       Like most, I began surfing the chat rooms and reading everybody's
profile.  I chatted with a lot of "tops" and "masters" and found out fast
that a great percentage of them were wannabe's. After a time I got an
email from someone who I had never chatted with.  The email was shocking
to say the least and I had to read it over and over.

       Just a short two hour ride from me, was a man who gave all the
appearances of being a true Master.  We emailed back and forth for about
two weeks before we made contact by telephone.

       He instructed me to check my email everyday at a certain time.
Without doubting him, the first day I got a lengthy email. It was a
questionnaire requesting any and all experiences and asking what I was
looking for in my life.  I answered all the questions and sent the mail
back.  The next few days I was getting email which contained photos of
things that I told the Master I was interested in. Later, each nite
Master would be chatting with me online getting my thoughts and
impressions of each and every photo which he had sent to me.  Two weeks
of intense emails, chats, and phone conversations followed.

       Next thing I knew, I was giving my two weeks notice at work . When
not working I was getting my affairs in order so that I could move to Ft
Lauderdale. The Master had given me written instructions on how to
accomplish everything with the least amount of stress and worry. It was
great.

       This day had finally arrived and now I am sitting on the bus
heading towards my new life, a life of reality. I sat there in only the
clothes which Master had allowed. Shorts, sneakers, tee shirt. I carried
my wallet in my hands and nothing else of the old ways, the old world
,was with me.

       With the constant communications with Master before this day, I
knew what could and wouldn't be expected. I knew the Master had a job
away from the house. I knew that the Master already had a slave. I knew
that I was to become less than the Master's slave. I was in a heavenly,
blissful state of mind.

       The bus rolled through the streets and finally came to the end of
the line in what was seemingly the bowels of the city.  Leaping off the
last step of the bus I looked around and found myself being approached by
a young man wearing clothes similar to mine but he wore a baseball cap
with the word "slave" sewn across the front. He took the wallet from my
hand and told me to follow him.  Two blocks away he came to a rusted and
beat up van. He opened the side door and instructed me to get in. The
only thing in the van was the driver's seat , all else just bare metal. I
sat down and crossed my legs for balance as he got into the van.  He
turned back towards me, handing me a blindfold and instructed me to put
it on. I did as I was told. The van drove on city streets for awhile,
until we must of gotten onto the expressway.  The steady hum of the tires
and motor were all that I heard for the remainder of the trip, until we
slowed, stopped and went through what must of been a security gate. The
final stop, or was this the first step of the rest of my life.

       I heard the side door open and the slave helped me get out and
regain the balance that I needed to walk towards the house. Although not
seeing, I sensed we were away from the city due to the lack of noise from
traffic, and I could smell the fresh scent of flowers all around.

       I was helped up the few steps to the door, and then the slave
spoke to me, telling me what was expected of me today and everyday. Once
inside I was ordered to my knees.  Still blindfolded, only able to hear
and feel. What few clothes that were covering my body were quickly
removed with the help of scissors and perhaps a knife.

       After this, the slave told me that I was  never again  to wear
worldly clothes. And, most likely never to wear anything remotely close
to clothes. He told me that his instructions were to prepare me for the
initial presentation to the Master.

       The slave pulled me to my feet and guided me though the house
until he opened a door to what felt like a room with a much higher
temperature than the rest of the house. Guiding me into the room he once
again  told me to kneel.  I was told to keep my eyes closed although he
was removing the blindfold. With the blindfold off, eyes still closed, he
placed small gauze pads over each eye and taped them over.

       Next, I felt him placing something into each ear. As he did this,
I realized that now I was sightless and without hearing. I was indeed
learning to see and hear with my mind.

       I felt the vibrations from hair clippers and knew and expected all
my body hair was to be removed. After a short time, I was pulled to my
feet so that the clippers could remove the hair from my legs. Standing,
in a heated room with a slave clipping my hair off and having him touch
me in all the right places, brought on an intense erection.  The body
shivered with an excited nervousness.  Next came the shaving cream and
razor, which to me was totally erotic.  When the slave had finished  with
the razor he placed me back onto my knees.  I again felt the vibrations
of the clippers and within seconds my head had been clipped and so had
the eyebrows. The razor was again pulled over my skin  and when he was
done, I was smooth.

       The slave washed me down with a cloth and I felt chilled, even in
this warm room.  He placed his hands on my forearms and my body seemed to
be following his lead as he placed my palms flat on the floor. He patted
my head, as if I had been a good dog. I knew I was expected from this
point on to remain like this unless told otherwise.
        I felt something being rubbed slowly across my lips. It smelled
of nothing that I could recall, but suddenly the slave was pushing this
object into my lips and my mouth opened to accept it. The object was
pushed in just far enough to avoid activating my gag reflexes. I was now
breathing only through my nose. He then taped the object so that I could
not spit it out.  Now I am without sight, hearing and speaking.  My
senses were being taken away, yet my mind seemed to be compensating for
them as only the mind can do.

           A cool feeling once again brought the body to shudders as the
slave was placing an ice cold lubricant on and into my rectum. Next came
the enemas, one right after another until he was assured my whole insides
were clean. It was amazing how I could see all that he was doing; seeing
with my mind and not my eyes. He once again "bathed" my body until he was
satisfied that I was properly clean.

           My mind was going at break neck speed, recalling all the
chats, emails and photos the Master had sent to me.  I now realized that
all the photos He sent me were in some sort of  order. An order, that
now, I was no longer seeing, but feeling for myself.

             The cold feeling I had experienced before at my rectum
returned, but this time it felt much colder, a lot colder. A flashback to
the photos, provided me with the answer to the cold.  The cold was coming
from a frozen "Crisco Stick" that you find in the grocery store.  The
slave was slowing working this log of frozen Crisco into my hole. After
just a short time the  hole sucked the last bit of log inside my body.
Then by surprise, shockingly enough the slave place two more logs into my
body.  He rubbed my back and then massaged my abdomen to give me a
feeling that all was ok and to just relax and accept what he had to do.
After a brief few minutes I felt something else begin its intrusion. I
screamed a muffled scream as a quite large butt plug was forced into the
hole as sweat was pouring off my body from the experience. The slave
patted my head once again giving me assurance that I had accepted the
plug well and all was ok.  What was next? Why couldn't I see with my
mind? Why was I feeling sore, invaded, humiliated? Yet, not feeling
scared, nor alone. Are these feelings a part of my wants, needs, desires?
Had indeed I found my place in this world? And, would this be just a
dream?

To be continued...