Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2019 18:06:35 +0200
From: Wade Stewart <wademarc67@gmail.com>
Subject: Slave 533 - part One

Slave 533
(my journey to Servitude)
.......

INTRODUCTION:

I had never served a Master, though in my younger years had often
fantasised about a Master/Slave relationship, but not followed up on the
idea.

I met "Master Mike 1975" on a gay dating site. Sir, is how I will refer to
him for the rest of this narrative. We had exchanged numerous text-messages
and screen-calls -- something that I'd not experienced before, due to my
lack of interest in technology.

Sir, and I live in different cities. We both have professional lives, so
meeting-up was going to depend on various work-and social-schedules.

We finally had a date and Sir booked his flights and accommodation. I was
to meet Sir at his hotel, present myself and prove my willingness to
serve...

Sir, caught me on the back-foot instructing me to meet him at the airport
instead.


CHAPTER ONE - 22 June 2019

I was waiting in the arrival/s hall, dressed as instructed. This included a
butt-plug in my arse and the chastity device I'd been instructed to buy and
had been wearing, on and off as part of the build-up to this, our first
meeting.

I was nervous with anticipation and also much anxiety, I'd been able to
talk, the proverbial talk, now it was time to walk-the-walk. My anxiety
stemmed from the fact that I'd not been sexually active for a number of
years, let alone on this level!

I recognised Sir, as he did me, at the same time. I was surprised at how
tall he was. Bearded, short-cropped hair, nothing outwardly gay about
him. We shook hands, I took his overnight bag and proceeded to follow his
brisk pace to the designated smoking area of the airport. Upon finishing
his cigarette, I paid for the parking and we proceeded to the car. Little
did I realise that I'd left the ticket in the machine and had to keep Sir
waiting, while I had to deal with the issue at hand. First impressions
count, I would come across as "dizzy". No, first transgression, which would
result in some form of punishment/ corrective training.

Sir's room wasn't ready, despite the early check-in request. Sir was not
happy about this and I was concerned that it would not bode well for
me. Sir was hungry and so we took advantage of the hotel's restaurant. Sir
asked how I was feeling and I described my fears and concerns.

Sir told me that I needed to trust myself, as this commitment could not be
taken lightly and needed total faith in myself and him. I was surprised by
his level of caring and concern for my wellbeing -- immediately I knew I
could trust him for the duration of our time together -- even going so far
as to forgo any safe-words.

Sir's room was ready. I was instructed to go into the bathroom, strip down
and wait to be called. Again, I was asked if I was ready to proceed in my
training. I agreed and was subsequently blindfolded and instructed to lick
Sir's boots as the official greeting to Sir and my new (lesser)status.

I surprised myself at my willingness to surrender to the task at
tongue. The mind is the greatest (sex) organ, once you accept this, any
task becomes a labour of love. Pleasing Sir was a pleasure, for I knew that
if I was making him happy, I'd be afforded more opportunities to try and
please him further and therefore I'd be happy in the knowledge that I was
giving my Master pleasure and (hopefully) pride in my ability to serve.

From boots and blindfolds to various nipple clamps, cbt, cock and ball
sucking and licking, to having various sizes of plugs inserted to stretch
my arsehole -- Sir's ultimate pleasure chest.

It was during one exercise I touched Sir's cock as I was moving my hands to
his nipples. My second transgression. There were various repetitions of the
same tasks in different orders and under different sub-texts and various
forms of having my limits tested for endurance, experience and willingness
to submit to new forms of play / pleasure and extreme endurance -- weighted
nipple clamps, ball torture, arse stretching (assorted plugs and dildos),
mouth stretching and techniques of giving Sir more and different ways of
learning to pleasure him. Another time Sir leant in close to whisper
something in my ear, I thought Sir was going to kiss me, so I responded by
bring my mouth forward -- my third transgression.

I believe Sir sensed I was flagging in energy / ability to concentrate, so
offered me time-out which I gladly accepted. Ten minute time-out would be
sufficient to perform the corrective training for my first transgression at
the airport. I was blindfolded, gagged, plugged and clamped. Made to stand
facing the wall, nose against the wall, arms above my head, I needed to
focus on how this exercise made me feel.

Sad, hurt that I had failed Sir and thus myself. Worse that this situation
would present itself at least twice more.

We resumed training, learning how to please Sir through acts of sucking,
licking , worshipping his nipples, his armpits etc. Weights, clamps
blindfolds, restraints and assorted toys to stretch and open both my mouth
and arse. Time seemed to go by incredibly fast, and again my body's
responses to all the attention started to fail me.

Again Sir stopped play and asked how I was feeling. I explained that I was
feeling faint from all the adrenaline and various sensations that I'd been
experiencing. I was given another time out, this time though was different
as Sir surprised me by blindfolding me and then proceeded to do an
elaborate rope bondage surrendering me entirely useless. Sir explained that
time-out did not mean I would lie on the bed like an equal - I needed to be
reminded of my status, even in rest.

I am in bondage, I've never felt to useless -- my limbs are not my
own. Panic started to set in ... basic meditation technique is not to give
into the panic. I told myself: you know you are safe, you cannot do
anything so just let go.  I did and the calm of surrender was a truly
amazing. My mind went somewhere else ... Sir gently stroked my arm, his
touch, a pulse of energy like electricity, brought me back to reality.

To the reader it might sound crazy, but this is the only way I can describe
both sensations that happened simultaneously.


CHAPTER TWO: 22 June 2019

Sir suggested we stop for dinner, as apparently my stomach was rumbling. We
had agreed that I would treat Sir to dinner, as a small token of
appreciation for Sir's time, effort and expenses to date. I remind you,
reader that I am a novice and Sir had put in many hours talking to me about
servitude and the various aspects that it entails to be a good slave.

Sir, caught me on the back foot again and suggested we do room-service as
he quote unquote "do not wish to share your company with other people
around". I was totally floored, but incredibly happy at the same time. I
must be doing okay for Sir not to want some distraction from our hotel
room. It showed me, while being Sir, there was also substance to this man,
he was human too.

After we had eaten, Sir would have a smoke and while he was doing so I
would lick his feet and suck his toes, as correction for my second
transgression. Sir said it was a very degrading form of punishment, yet I
didn't think so. Size 12 feet are large, I had my work cut-out for me
... but suck-ceeded to make Sir happy.

Sir said it was time for bed, he'd had a very busy work week. I expected to
sleep on the floor, but was told I would share Sir's bed -- a privilege
that I had earned. Oh happy day, lying next to a burly, bearded, leather
Master -- the first time sharing a bed in many years. Needless to say, I
didn't sleep much but eventually did fall asleep.

Some hours later I woke sensing someone next to the bed, Sir.

"Welcome back boy", he said. He pulled back the covers and straddled me,
kissing and licking me. We hugged, kissed and cuddled for what seemed like
a long time. I took his cock, notfor the first time that day, but the
last. There was a gentleness and intensity I'd not felt earlier during our
time together. I really felt I was loved and belonged to this man.

Stop the press here. I suffered childhood trauma at the hands of an abusive
father. Sir knows this, so had agreed not to "spank" me.

Sir said it was time for final sleep, as Sir had an early morning flight to
catch back home, but before that there was still the matter of the third
transgression... Caught on the back foot again, Sir asked me to choose my
punishment!

I really wanted to earn his trust and approval, so I asked to be spanked by
his bare hand, a firm slap on each cheek, ten in total. Sir I know was
surprised, possibly proud, but asked if I was sure considering my trauma. I
said I was willing to try and if I couldn't complete this task, Sir would
choose the alternative. Again, the care and concern was unbelievably
reassuring and made me more determined to try.

Sir told me how I was to count each stroke and thank accordingly. He made
me lie on my stomach, one arm holding me around the chest, to let me know I
was safe in his company. The other hand was free to carry out each
stroke. I survived and enjoyed this, only because I felt it was an act of
love and devotion to another. I wanted to cry, my heart was bursting with
pride -- not by my ability but by Sir's words of praise and acceptance.

I remember falling asleep in human bondage -- Sir's arms and legs were
wrapped tightly around me as he nuzzled my neck.

CHAPTER THREE: 23 June 2019

Sir's alarm goes off. Sir is deep in sleep, so I wake him as gently as
possible. After the third "snooze" button, I offer to make Sir some
coffee. I have been told in a previous conversation how Sir likes it and
importantly how it should be presented.

Coffee made, given to Sir along with his cigarettes, lighter and ashtray. I
climb back in the covers, this time between Sir's legs and proceed to suck
his cock. Sir is very responsive to my attention but stops me and tells me
to swallow. Sir proceeds to use my mouth as a urinal for his first water of
the day. Fluids from Sir is a gift, I accept gladly and willingly, and get
praised accordingly.

Coffee and cigarette finished I am told to get a different chastity device
and kneel infront of Sir. I am asked if I am willing to wear this device as
a sign of dedication and devotion to our Commitment ? My response is to the
affirmative. Sir locks the chastity device in place and says he is taking
the key with him.

Sir lies back on the bed. I am instructed to insert a butt-plug, nipple
clamps and straddle Sir, with a blindfold in hand which I put in place once
positioned. I am to lick Sir's balls. I proceed and after some time am told
to stop.

Sir places a chain around my neck and asks me to repeat the words he says.
They are sentences, the primary words I list below.

willingly
freely
not to get fucked by another
not to suck another
not to pleasure yourself in any way
to trust, obey and serve without question


Sir then rubs my face and chain with a liquid of sorts -- his cum -- and
declares me his slave 533, as he has registered me as his property in the
International Slave registry.

I am summoned to the bathroom and instructed to climb into the shower and
soap and lather my Sir down - my first duty as His slave.

My second duty is to polish Sir's boots, while he dresses and I am still
naked -- collared and caged, for Sir to admire and me to fully understand
the significance of this occasion!

Hotel check-out.

Drive Sir to the airport.
I don't want Sir to leave.
I believe in this short space of time, I love this Man -- My Master, Sir.

At the airport, while Sir smokes his last cigarette in my company I ask
permission to speak. It is granted. I tell Sir I have sincerely enjoyed our
time together, I am incredibly happy and hope that Sir feels the same...

Sir gives a chuckle that comes from somewhere deep within, gives a smile
that lights his eyes and says, "Yes, boy".

Later that day I text Sir and ask him if he has got some sleep after his
journey and time spent with me.

"I am tired boy, but happy, it was so-so worth it".

THE END