At the Altar of My Masters

*I really struggled with myself today and whether this was something I wanted to post. Mainly, because I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize my training with my Masters. My ultimate thought, though, is that a slave hides nothing from his Masters (being naked at home is like a metaphor, I think.) This sort of relationship is about complete intimacy and a slave should always be completely truthful and vulnerable. So, there you have it. Slavery is hard work. But probably not in the way that most people think. It's not the domestic chores. It's certainly not the sexual service. It's not even remembering all of the rules and protocols. To me, the hardest part of being is slavery is keeping focus when doing the more monotonous activities. It's trying to quiet the mind and focus on the task while your brain is screaming that you've been doing the same thing for hours. Every slave has obstacles that must be overcome. It is not a perfectly steep decline into ens

Rather than reporting to my Masters' home last night, I spent the evening getting some of my own chores and errands out of the way. Even as a slave, I still have my own laundry, cleaning, and organizing, to take care of, and as I am not a 24/7 live-in slave, this requires me to spend some time at my own place for now.  During my cleaning/organizing, I dug up my copy of Jack Rinella's book, "Becoming a Slave." Now that I am in a situation that I feel is in line with my goals as a slaveboy, I feel that a bit of self-reflection would be a good practice. I haven't read this book before, but I have heard from others who have. Some reviews are glowing, others more tepid, and still others completely scathing. I think what is most important to understand is that this is only one Master's beliefs regarding this subject. Every Master is completely different in their protocols, training styles, and viewpoints regarding slavery. In fact, just in skimming this book

I feel it whenever I shift my body in my seat. I feel it when I am doing my 30 minutes on the elliptical at the gym. I especially feel it when I have to sit down to take a piss. I feel it when I am bent over and plowed. My dick has been locked up for about a week so far. My Masters allowed me out to cum a few days ago and then I was locked into a different device. The idea that I can in no way access my own penis is a very huge turn on, which ironically, makes me hard. Basically, my only means of orgasm is through my ass...which I haven't quite figured out yet. But, I've heard from some subs/slaves/faggots that it can take months for it to be trained. I was punished yesterday for forgetting to put away my water glass before I went home. During my punishment, I was asked how long it had been since I had cum. I was not sure, so for the purposes of record-keeping, I will be counting today as 1. I have just added a widget to the blog to keep track of this. It can be a challenge

Kneeling on the floor with my head bowed, I can feel the presence of my Masters. I am naked, wearing only a metal chastity cage, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and a leather collar.  It was a hard day at work, but I am finally here at their feet, more at home than I have felt in a long time. I've been wondering this week how this all happened. I mean, yes, I've always dreamed of being a slave for a man, but as of last week, I had nearly decided to throw in the towel. I just wasn't finding any men that I found deserving of my worship and servitude. Most men were much, much older than me, or not looking for eventual ownership. Now, seemingly out of nowhere, I find myself being trained by not one Master, but two, both of whom I find extremely attractive and deserving of my total devotion. I am definitely grateful for the opportunity and my service to them is not something that I plan on taking lightly. To me, it is more intense to serve a MASTER with whom I have other int