At the Altar of My Masters

I'm horny as fuck. That's what happens on the eighth day apparently. I want to be railed by my Masters until I'm begging them to stop. I want to be made to show my hole off to a room full of men and... Actually...I need to not do this right now. I'm in a tiny metal device that I think is actually too small for me, and hard-ons are kinda excruciating. I really wanted to be in this particular device, and I love the idea of making my dick as small and unobtrusive as possible, but I think I may need to work up to that. I may have to switch back to the Holy Trainer for a while. Again. No one really tells you that when you start getting into chastity that you are going to go through A LOT of devices before you find the right fit.  I have at least four at this point. The Holy Trainer has been probably the most comfortable, but...I can pull out if I soap up really good. Now, I won't do that for two reasons. One, because I really enjoy the idea that I have given up m...

I have a few things that I am working on in order to be a better slave to my Masters. Through Their mentorship, I will be molded into the slave that They will be proud to own. I will be shaped into the perfect slave for Them. This is just as important a piece of training as slave positions, protocols, and sexual service. It is the breaking down of who I once was and the reshaping into Their vision of a useful piece of slave property. I am now on a strict nutrition plan and workout schedule. I am also taking time to study skills that will help me serve in Their business, like Photoshop and Marketing. I've already mentioned studying massage. I found some great courses online that I am taking for the various skills. I'm also a big believer in hypnosis and subliminal messaging so I've been using a workout recovery and muscle growth hypno file at night when I am sleeping at home and not in my Masters' cell.  I'd like to find more like that. Perhaps I'll find one...

At home, my uniform basically consists of my chastity device (which is on 24/7),  a leather collar, and leather wrist and ankle cuffs. That's it. Sometimes, my Masters may have me keep on my jock, or my socks and shoes or boots, depending on Their aesthetical tastes that day, but in general, I'm kept, well...naked. When I enter Their home, I immediately go to the designated room and strip out of my clothes, donning the specified restraints. Once I am properly clad, I get right to work. My first task is to go through the house and pick up any trash that I see. I also keep my eye out for any dirty dishes that need to go to the kitchen or dirty clothes that need to go into the hamper. I then start any laundry that needs to be done, make the bed, and start washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen cabinets. Every couple visits, I sweep the floors and dust. During this time, I try to look for anything else that may need to be done. I also make sure both of my Masters have drinks...

*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...