Skip to main content

Honing the Craft



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 can see that Rinella does indeed acknowledge this fact multiple times. What one Master might enjoy may not be something that my Masters would enjoy.

Reading books like this and "Slavecraft" by Guy Baldwin used to depress me a bit. I would ache, wanting to be owned so badly. Now, I am grateful to be reading them as I hope to not only deepen my submission to my Masters, but to prove to them that I can be worthy of being Their owned property.

Along with reading, I try to meditate every day in order to control the ego, which is, in many ways, the enemy of the slave. As a slave, my focus should be on my Masters and what They want. My goal then is complete submission, obedience, and humility.

My Masters also have me learning skills that will help Them in Their business as well as other skills such as massage. I long to be useful to Them in all ways and am grateful that They see enough potential in my service to take the time to steer me in the right direction.


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Faggot Pride

As I lay my head on Master J's lap, a rush of happiness and pride swept through me. I felt so fulfilled knowing that I had made Him proud. I am not allowed on the furniture often, so this felt very special. He said that I had done a good job. Rewind. I was chained in the corner of the playroom. Naked and kneeling, my hands above my head, each strike of the flogger across my chest sent pain and heat towards the point of impact. I was gagged and blindfolded; all I could hear was the droning of the hypno file Master had playing through the speakers in the room. With my hands completely bound, Master had removed my chastity device. I could feel my hard cock throbbing, but there was nothing that I could do about it. Even after my hands were unbound, I knew better than to start stroking. (Actually, if I'm being honest, Master J had to stop me as the hypno file had suggested otherwise.) Be a good faggot. Look at that dirty faggot. He would do anything for cock.  The voice dron
1 comment
Read more

More Humiliation

So, I'm not sure if I will get to serve my Masters tonight, but I am so horny that all I can think about is being humiliated and degraded by Them. It seems to be the theme for the week. Master J has been upping my fag training and now I can't think of anything else. I listen to fag hypno files every night, and last night I was made to perform on cam for another Dom who I'd never met. Anyway, I was randomly thinking of other things that I would find humiliating. Although, I failed to point out in my last post that just the mere act of being a slave is humiliating. I am absolutely proud to serve my Masters, but every now and then I get a little embarrassed. After all, how many men do you know who would willingly lick and suck another man's feet, let alone beg for his cock, or do his laundry and dishes? Certainly, no men that I know. Definitely a few fags though. I'm learning my place.  Here are some more of the things that I would find particularly humiliating.
2 comments
Read more

Humiliation

When I was younger, probably til around my early twenties actually, the idea of being naked in front of others was mortifying. I would wake up at 3 in the morning in the college dorms to go shower when no one was around and then go back to bed. However, once I discovered that I was meant to be a slave, I quickly learned that inhibitions and privacy would not be part of my life. I still am a little embarrassed being naked, but I’ve learned to deal with it and even at times enjoy it. I’d say the biggest humiliation in my past was when I was taken to Folsom and made to walk on the end of a leash, completely naked except for chastity cage and boots. I was really embarrassed and was actually physically shaking a bit from the humiliation. Anytime we stopped, I had to kneel with legs spread and hands behind head until the Dom tugged my leash again to keep going. Oddly enough, humiliation has always been a huge turn-on for me. But I guess it’s like corporal punishment. Many men assume
Post a Comment
Read more