Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2018 15:31:58 +0000
From: Derek Ryder <derekhello34@hotmail.com>
Subject: Master Control

Master Control
Session One


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The following is a true account of my servitude so far, my Master has
ordered me to write and document my life as his slave. This is the first
week as my life as an online slave.

First a little bit about me. I'm in my early thirties with short brown hair
and blue eyes. I'm Irish but have a slight tan thanks to our wonderful
summer. I swim and cycle so am in pretty good shape with abs that while not
pronounced are definitely visible.

I have always fantasised about being a slave, giving up control, letting
someone else run my life and make decisions for me. I have thought about
being locked up in both a cage and chastity for longer than I can remember.

And that was what it has always been, a fantasy. until I met my online
Master. It was only a week ago now but seems much like longer. I was
scrolling through BDSM sites, posting advertisements, looking for somebody
to take me under their wing when I got a message from my now Master.

`Hey boy, if you are still looking for a Master be on Skype next Tuesday
for your evaluation'.

I got a surge of excitement as I read it but I was also very wary as some
of the replies are just dudes who want to see yme cum and then disappear. I
immediately cleared my schedule for that day and began to envision what
would occur on that night.

The days before were uneventful and I hadn't received any messages from my
Master since that first day. The lack of messages was both frustrating and
exciting. On Monday I received a message from my soon to be Master
requesting information.

It was the usual stuff, where I'm located, my stats, my likes and
dislike. I had a few online Masters before so I knew the type of questions
I'd be asked so I almost answered on autopilot. At this stage I just
considered him another Master I would chat to briefly and then forget
about.

It all changed when he sent me a message that shook me and left me in a
state of shock.

`I see you created a Xtube account a year ago but didn't put any videos up
why'

I stared at the message in disbelief, how did he know that? Who is he? Have
I spoken to him before? It took me a few minutes to respond. I just looked
at the screen blankly. I didn't realise it at the time but that was when my
new Master got control of me and is why he still has control over me.

Fear. If he can get access to this information from my Kik account what
else can he do. I tried googling to see how easy it was. I couldn't find
myself linked to an Xtube account. How did he do it. This made me both
super horny and super afraid at the same time.

I asked him how he knew and I got indirect answers in return. Was he being
purposefully obtuse. Is this how he lures slaves in. Is he a hacker? Does
he have control of my lap top without me knowing. I could barely sleep the
night before as all the possibilities swirled around my mind.

The day of my enslavement came. When I awoke I had no idea how much
influence my Master had over me after just a handful of messages. I awaited
his arrival with a ton of questions to ask. That of course he wouldn't
answer.

He eventually, after what seemed like an age came on Skype. He didn't even
announce it, a video call just started. I wasn't sure if I should answer
but a voice in my head was too afraid not to, so I did. A picture of my
Masters keyboard came over with the message you will never see me.

 I felt an uneasy feeling in my stomach as I realised he was watching me
and I couldn't see him. I felt like I was on show. He sent me another
message. `You will never see me, hear my voice or know my name. I am Master
or Sir to you. Do you understand?'

I took a deep breath and typed `yes sir' back. He replied that sir has a
capital S and advised that I shouldn't forget it. I made sure to try and
make sure I didn't. I was kind of frozen watching the screen waiting for a
message in return. The delay made it worse.

I had expected a few minutes warning to get myself geared up. But no, I was
straight into it. He ordered me to stand with my hands behind my head. I
did as I was ordered, determined to finally submit to my lifelong
fantasy. He left me standing there waiting for a response.

`Take of your T-shirt' he ordered and quickly complied. In a matter of
minutes, I was stood naked looking into the screen awaiting my new Masters
orders. I was still half expecting him to tell me to cum and disappear and
I could go back to my normal life.

That never happened. Instead he ordered me to tie my balls up tight. With a
small string I then attached the rope to each of my big toes. I couldn't
stand and the only way to move was on my knees and it was slow at
that. Every time I moved I got a searing pain in my balls.

I couldn't believe how effective it was. He took away my ability to hold my
head up straight. I was on my knees, humiliation rising in my stomach. He
asked if I like it and I shook my head. He called me a liar and said my
dick doesn't lie. I looked down and realised it was rock hard.

He wanted to see me move around and ordered me to throw my shoe across the
room and fetch. It took so long to get. The small string allowed for me to
move only an inch at a time as I navigated my dirty floor on my hands and
knees. I had to carry it back in my mouth as my ass wagged along.

Master seemed please when I returned. He seemed different to all the other
Master I had online before. I think his research of me on the internet had
garnered more control then I thought. Every time I considered backing out I
remembered and worried about what else he knew.

He ordered me into the bathroom. The cold tiles hurt under my knees but at
this stage I had so much going on in my head I couldn't say no. I had only
cleaned the tiles the night before so it wasn't too bad. I knelt there,
stark naked, feet tied to my balls awaiting instructions.

He wanted a list of toys I had and was disappointed with my response of
none. I felt ashamed and apologized. I couldn't figure out why I felt so
bad, Masters control and manipulation of me was not something I was used to
or had built up defences to. My head was spinning.

He said I will have to be punished for my lack of toys. He told me to drink
two pints of water as slaves need to stay hydrated. I downed them, in truth
I was quite thirsty and the water was a relief. I drank them down greedily
and waited.

`Lick the toilet bowl' was the next order. I wasn't happy, I had never done
it before and Master didn't seem like he was ready to listen to any
excuses. I looked into the camera but the response of now in capital
letters was all I got.

Without hesitation I began licking the toilet. It didn't taste too bad but
the thought of what I was doing made me want to retch. He made me lick the
entire seat before I could stop. He asked how it was and I told him it was
ok but my tongue was very dry, I requested more water.

To my surprise he said yes, perhaps he is a fair Master. My relief didn't
last long before he told me to drink out of the toilet bowl. My eyes went
wide open reading the message. I didn't want to do it but didn't feel like
I had much choice. He is probably recording this. Do as he say, I thought.

I tried lapping it up but with my feet tied it was very difficult. He
allowed me to use my hands to scoop up the water. I had to thank him though
first. I was so degraded not only am I been forced to drink toilet water
but I have to show gratitude before I can even start.

He made me drink four or five mouthfuls before he told me to fill my mouth
with toilet water and hold it there for a while. After a what seemed like
ten minutes I was allowed to swallow. I was then made to flush the toilet
with my head as close to the bottom of the bowl as possible.

I crawled back into my room where I was told to prop my pillows up and
edge. No hands, like a dog. I did it watching myself on screen. That made
it worse as I watched my naked body struggling to get to edge humping
pillows like a dog covered in toilet water.

It took me a while to get to edge and when I did I just fell to the
floor. `Ok You can untie' it was music to my ears. My balls where acing and
so where both my big toes. Though something happened that I nor my Master
expected.

In all my crawling around the string had really knotted. They were tight
with very little wiggle room. My area of movement wasn't wide either. It
ended up taking the best part of twenty minutes for me to untie. I must
have looked like a fish, rolling and flapping around trying to get free.

When I did I was covered in sweat. Maybe he will give me a short
break. No. He ordered me to edge. He introduced a number sequence that was
designed to frustrate and humiliate me. He brought me close to the edge on
numerous occasions. I felt so tired.

When he ordered me to stand and sit on my bed post and continue I felt like
crying. I begged but he wasn't listening. The combination of anal and
edging was both fantastic and frustrating at the same time. I really wanted
to cum.

He didn't allow me to cum but did reward me with licking the ass juices off
the bed post. Again I was forced to thank him even though I just wanted to
run away and stop this humiliation. I was starting to realise it wasn't my
choice anymore.

At this stage I was exhausted and also really needed to pee. I had been on
camera for more than two hours and my knees where sore. I was ordered into
the bathroom again and told to pee into a pint glass. I did it but was very
nervous about what came next.

Master sensed my nerves and asked me if I ever drank piss before, I shook
my head fear in my eyes. `Sit in your shower boy' he ordered. I sat there
holding the pint of water, it felt warm. I looked down at the yellow
substances trying to ignore the smell.

`Since this is your first time I will give you a few choices. 1, drink the
entire pint and you are finished for the day. 2, drink two mouthfuls and
pour the rest over your body and you are finished. 3, pour the whole glass
over yourself, lick the remainder of the floor, but you're not finished'

He gave me a minute to decide. It was a hard decision, none of the options
seemed good. Option one was the worse, I wasn't capable of it, option 2
seemed like a struggle too. That left option three. I figured most would go
down the drain and I would only taste a little bit so I went with that.

The warm piss cascaded over my head and poured down my abs. I felt dirty
and filthy. I was forced to lick it for about ten minutes but I could
barely taste much piss which was a relief. `Edge for me boy, lying in your
filthy piss'

The number game from earlier came into play and my frustrations built
again. As I got close I put my left hand to my face and was repulsed by the
stench of piss. This only seemed to make Master laugh. He watched my
humiliation before ordering me to stop.

He praised me for my good work which left me feeling unbelievably good. Why
was praise from this guy feeling so good? He said I could shower and turn
off the cam but afterwards he would have a few rules to follow until our
next interaction.

I returned to a list of demands on how my life would be for now on. 1. You
will be naked in your room at all times. 2, You will sit to pee whether it
is in a public bathroom or at home. 3, you will not cum without my
permission. More rules will be added as your servitude continues. Do you
agree?

I sent back a message saying I will follow all orders Sir. He praised me
again which made me feel very happy. He told me to enjoy the rest of my
evening and then disappeared. I went to bed that night with a mix of
emotions, humiliation, fear and excitement. I was now someone's property.


If you have any suggestions for my Master please email them to
derekhello34@hotmail.com