Memoirs Of A Master Slave3

I met slave3 when I was working at a small technology company. We were both managers. She was attractive, blonde and had a nice figure. She started flirting with me some months after I started and I reciprocated. This went on for some time.

We were on a business trip together once and decided to tour the city one evening when we were off work. I was looking for a leather shop I'd heard about and we found it but it was closed. It was during this evening that she turned up the flirting. As we walked side-by-side on the city streets, she would bump her boob onto my elbow as if she was getting crowded or losing her balance. I pretended not to notice. After that, the flirting increased until she finally asked me if I wanted to have an affair. I think this is important: the slave should pursue the Master and end up asking or begging for a relationship. This endures she understands her place from the beginning.

She knew that I enjoyed BDSM because I was looking for the leather shop but she didn't know how serious I was. Our first sexual encounter took place at work, after hours. We found a rarely-used small conference room and locked the door. I ordered her to strip and after some hesitation, she complied. I then used a cable tie to bind her hands behind her and started manhandling her body, giving her mild spanks on the ass and boobs and using my hands to apply pain to sensitive areas.

She pretended to try to get away from me and avoid my advances. It was then that I grabbed her and put my hand on her cunt to stimulate her. What I found surprised me and stuck with me until today. Her cunt was sopping wet, actually dripping down the inside of both thighs. This was a watershed moment for me: some women get turned on by being dominated or tortured and I had found one!

After this, our relationship moved to hotel rooms, frequently. I developed a slave protocol that I used for the rest of my BDSM relationships. It went something like this: The slave would enter the hotel room, shed her clothes, drop to her knees and ask permission to serve me or give me pleasure. From there I might move to an "inspection of my property". She would stand with feet apart, hands behind her head and mouth wide open. If my inspection took long enough, drool would drip onto her tits.

My hands and lips would roam her body, alternately caressing and causing pain. I would breathe on her neck and in her ears, whispering threatening or exciting phrases to stimulate her. After I got to know a slave well enough, I knew exactly where her erogenous zones were and I'd use them to bring her to a state of excitement quickly.

Eventually my hands would make their way to her pussy. I would gently stroke the outside lips and in the opening between them, with my fingertips. Her orgasms required my permission, I would often give her an event to wait for, such as when my finger entered her cunt. But prior to that, I'd take my time stimulating her body into a high level of excitement.

In my early days of Mastery, I was of the opinion that slaves did not deserve pleasure or orgasms. If I gave the slave an orgasm, it was for my pleasure. I would enjoy my mastery over her body and ability to manipulate her reactions. If I gave her an orgasm during the inspection, I might not allow her another one for the rest of the session. Later on I modified that thinking and enjoyed using orgasms to torture or manipulate my slave.

During that first hotel visit with slave3, I made her earn the privilege of worshipping my cock. It would start with kissing my feet. Eventually she would be allowed to kiss my balls. It would then progress to licking my balls, kissing my cock and licking my cock. Finally, when she had been a very good girl, she would be allowed to take my cock into her mouth and suck me. I referred to it as "cock worship" because it's much more than a blow job. A properly trained slave gets incredible enjoyment in bringing pleasure to her Master's cock, maybe to the extent that she orgasms herself in the process. Sometimes I would sit on the edge of the bed and lay back and just enjoy the pleasure my slave was bringing to me. Other times I would grab her hair and face fuck her (although that term wasn't in use at that time).

I'm not sure when I introduced rimming into our scenes but I'm sure slave3 was required to lick my anus and try to penetrate it with her tongue. I remember standing, with her face in my ass and reaching around to pull her hair so that she was deeply in the crack. Rimming is one of the most submissive acts a slave can perform and it's important to include that in your repertoire.

I would preserve or delay my orgasm for multiple reasons: having my cock worshipped just feels good and I wanted to enjoy that as long as possible; I wanted to maintain my level of intensity; and I wanted to generate as much cum as I could. Most often, I would cum in her mouth but even if I came in a condom, I'd dump the contents into her mouth. She would maintain her kneeled position with her mouth open so I could inspect the contents. Once I was satisfied with the submissive act of being my cum bucket, I would allow her to swallow.

Slave3 was blonde, as I said previously, average height, good figure, medium build and pretty face. She had about C cup boobs and a nice ass. Seeing her standing naked before me with her hands behind her head and mouth open was enough to get me hard without any touching. I thoroughly enjoyed her body.

I developed a protocol for slaves that were "in scene" with me: no clothes allowed, only allowed to sit on the bed and floor, lots of kneeling. When I was in a strict mood, they were not allowed to speak except to reply to something I said or ask permission to speak. Later they were required to wear a collar, once they had earned a certain status. They were entitled to no privacy: toilet activities required that the bathroom door was open and I could walk in anytime I wanted. For showers, the slave was required to wash my body, using only her mouth to wash my cock.

In public with me, slaves would often have something uncomfortable under their clothes (like a butt plug or perhaps a bell clipped to a cunt lip so it rang when they walked. Underwear was never permitted. The slave would walk one pace behind me and to the right. In fast food restaurants they always served me. A knowledgeable eye would have discerned that she and I were Master and slave.

And of course I fucked her. Pussy fucking, a vanilla activity, became somewhat boring. But ass-fucking could be a lot of fun, especially if I was able to cause pain in the process. What could be more perfect than fucking a slave in a way that caused her pain? However, I don't remember slave3 being especially painful when I ass-fucked her.

My favorite position for fucking was face down, ass up. It's very practical. You can see both holes easily and can aim for the one you want. Having both holes available, it's easy to go back and forth between them except for one thing: I always wore a condom in her ass and removed it or changed it before fucking her pussy. I didn't want to transfer any germs from her ass to her cunt. For the same reason, I never made her do ass-to-mouth unless I removed the condom. I don't like messy ass-fucking so slave3 (and subsequent slaves) were required to give themselves an enema before serving me.

Another thing I like about this position is that you have plenty of handles available to pull her towards you: loose skin on the hips (excruciating), hair and nipples (also excruciating). And you can spank, paddle or flog her ass or back while you're fucking.

Slave3 was married but I don't remember being careful about marking her. Later on she became estranged from her husband and didn't care what he knew. At that time, I wasn't into spanking that much and much preferred caning and whipping. She got her share. I also love boob torture.

Boobs are made for sadistic Masters. They generate a lot of pain with little manipulation and can withstand incredible abuse including skewers and nails. I can make a slave cry out just from squeezing and twisting her nipples. I always enjoyed non-verbally ordering my slave to stand up by grasping her nipples and using them to lift her to a standing position.

In an effort to find new ways to torture slave3's boobs, I bought hypodermic needle tips from a local farm supply company (in the veterinary section). These were pushed into her boobs and nipples for my pleasure. I don't remember if I used them in her pussy or not. We never progressed to skewers, nails or the like. I regret that I never nailed a slave's boobs to a board. These needle tips are also great for the slave's birthday, a special event. Birthday candles can be pushed into the end of the needle and then into her boob. Lighting the candles makes for a festive and painful celebration.

We bought a TENS unit and I enjoyed clamping the electrodes on her nipples and cunt lips. She hated that device and was afraid of it, more than anything else I did to her. Electricity and bastinado share an advantage: they cause incredible pain with no trace on the slave's body. True, bastinado can leave the soles of the feet bruised but who can see that? Why is having no trace an advantage? Two reasons: if there is a husband or boyfriend, and if the slave takes pride in her marks. If you use a means of torture that gives the slave no "trophies", you deny her some of the enjoyment of serving you. That's like piling sadism on top of sadism.

Since I have mentioned bastinado (aka falaka), I'll take a tangent here and describe how I learned about it. At the time of slave3, I was very active on Yahoo groups about BDSM. Yahoo groups were the Reddit of their day. A member on one of these groups was a eastern European Dominant that was a relatively wealthy man in a poor country. He posted pictures of his house, his wife and the servants in his house. Corporal punishment for the women in his domain was an accepted part of their society (still is I think, based on the amateur porn from that region) and he had strong BDSM overtones in how he ran his house.

The women servants were little better than slaves. They were required to be barefoot in the house and were required to walk on tiptoes. When standing, they could have their feet flat on the floor but walking had to happen on tiptoes. They were caned if the Master was displeased.

His wife was the "lady of the house" but also under his dominance. She was required to nap every day and did so in ankle chains. She would be punished with the cane, like the servants, if Master was displeased. What she feared above all was bastinado, a term I had never heard of before. He related how she would go into a screaming panic when she learned that he would punish her that way. I have a picture he posted burned into my mind: in the picture, she is restrained for bastinado. It was pretty simple. The stairway in the home had a newel post at the bottom. He would make her lay face down on the floor with her legs on either side of the post. Then he would bind her ankles tightly to the post. When he was caning her soles, she could scream and writhe all she wanted but her feet could not escape.

I don't believe that slave3 endured bastinado and most of my slaves could not endure it even more than a few strokes. She did endure bondage, gags, needles, whips, canes, ass-fucking, face-fucking, electricity, the wooden horse, bagging and semi-public displays. Since we worked at the same company, there were a lot of opportunities for secret submissive displays. Since she was not allowed to wear underwear in my presence, she came to staff meetings with no panties on under her dress. When the staff meeting got boring, I would pretend to drop something under the table and when I went down to retrieve it, she would open her legs to show me her bare pussy.

Slave3 endured the wooden horse twice. I made one out of a sawhorse. I had her mount the horse with her feet on the ground and then tied her wrists to a hook overhead. Then I removed her feet from the floor, one at a time, and tied them to the horse. When that last foot was tied, I'd relish the sound of sudden pussy pain coming from her lips. Shortly after, I'd enjoy hearing her begging and crying to be released.

Once I decided to have a one-Master bukakke scene with her and saved my cum in a jar in the freezer for weeks. I forced her to beg for it and then enjoyed pouring it over her face and into her mouth.

Slave3 asked me to use breathplay on her. It's the only thing I can remember her asking for. I was nervous about an activity that can result in death and still am. But I complied as much as possible, binding her and putting a bag over her head. She loved it but was probably disappointed I didn't leave it on longer.

The most extreme thing we did was tattooing my ownership mark on the back of her neck. By that time, she didn't care what her husband thought of it and felt she could hide it behind her long hair at work. We went to the parlor together and I enjoyed her grimacing as the needle penetrated her neck. It was a nice job and was noticed at work pretty quickly, in spite of her long hair. She was the only slave that I marked permanently in that way. I considered branding other slaves but felt I didn't have the expertise to do it safely.

Our relationship lasted about 3 years and I was in a relationship with another slave (from a distance) during that same time. Prior to the relationship ending, I left the company to avoid any problems if our relationship was discovered. She was the only slave I had from a work relationship.