Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2011 12:59:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Craig Reichel <craigr837@yahoo.ca>
Subject: craigs-life-as-a-slave-1, gay/authoritarian

Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of pain, humiliation, and sex
between consenting adults. If you are not interested in gay sex,
domination, submission, or sadomasochism, please do not read the following.

Chapter 1: An introduction to my life

I was once known as Craig, but now I am just called "slave" or whatever my
Master chooses at the time. My Master has two boys in his household whom he
loves and is affectionate towards. But I am just a slave, a piece of meat,
and that is what he wants from me. I serve him and his boys and I enjoy it
so very much. His oldest boy is strangely brutal yet compassionate when
dealing with me and I often find it surprising. Every day I am owned,
controlled, and confident in the knowledge that my Master and Owner is
happy to have me and I am his trained slave. Few slaves will ever be as
lucky as I am. I am 5'6, blue eyes, brown hair, body shaved, and 135lbs
now. Since being with my Master I have been made to exercise and have lost
weight and toned my body.

I wake up in my cage, my alarm going off. My cage is in the back corner of
the dungeon, and has a blanket on the bottom that I lay upon. Sometimes
Master has me in bondage in the cage but tonight like most nights I simply
crawl in at the end of the night, close the door, and go to sleep. My alarm
is set to wake me up half an hour before anyone else gets up. It is a
weekday so my routine is very set. I get up now and start breakfast, making
sure there is hot food and coffee for my Master and his boys. I have to get
up first and go to sleep last, so I look forward to weekends when everyone
sleeps in so I get to as well. I am naked all the time at home wearing
nothing but leather ankle and wrist cuffs so my Master can easily tie me
up. He does not believe in a collar as it serves no function for bondage.
Once everyone gets up I take care of their needs and watch them eat. Once
they are done eating I am allowed to serve myself from the leftovers and
then clean up. As I am the slave in the house any member of Master's family
can pull my aside and use me, so often I am interrupted repeatedly when
cleaning. Once everyone has gone off to work I shave, shower, and every
second day have a deep enema. When I am having an enema I often use the
time to read. On days I don't have an enema I have the remainder of the
hour after shaving to relax and read, watch tv, or play a computer game.
Then I work at more household cleaning until it is time for me to go to
work.

My Master wants me to have some time outside the house so I work a job. My
boss is a friend of my Master who owns a business nearby. I work doing
cleaning, inventory, and other menial tasks, but it is good to get outside
the home. My boss knows what I am so I work very hard or else he will beat
my ass, then tell my Master who will punish me twice as hard. The fact I
work for my Masters friend means no need to explain the bruises, black
eyes, or other injuries that my Master inflicts upon me on a daily basis. I
work 6 hours a day from Monday to Friday and turn over all my income to my
Master, not that he needs it.

I usually get home about an hour before Master and start work on dinner.
When he comes home I present my body to him for him to hit or kick as he
walks through the door. Then I return to getting dinner ready and on the
table and once again wait next to the table while they eat. I make sure
their drinks are refilled and they have the condiments they need. Sometimes
Master has me worship his feet, balls, or cock while he eats. Once again
when everyone is finished I am allowed to eat from the scraps. I am
actually allowed to sit down to eat as Master does not feed me from bowls
on the floor. Then I start to clean up and do the dishes while Master and
his boys relax and watch tv or play on their computers. I am not allowed to
talk unless asking them something important, so I am mostly an invisible
presence in the evening. I have lots of cleaning tasks to keep me busy in
the evenings so I do not usually have a chance to be idle. Sometimes Master
or one of his boys will just want to cuddle with me and then I get some
down time. But otherwise I take care of the household and stay silent and
out of the way.

Evenings on weeknights are when the fun happens. Eventually Master will get
horny and then it comes time to please him. He is a real sadist and gets
off on hurting me. Which means each evening he wants to cum, and to do so
he must hurt me, a lot. It does not matter how much progress I make in my
chores, they will wait until after he is done with me. Sometimes he takes
me to his bed to abuse, sometimes the couch in the living room, but usually
he takes me to the dungeon. The general way this works is that I am tied up
immobile and helpless in a painful position, then he beings to torture
me. He especially loves to punch me in the ribs or to whip my ass. But he
is creative and knows how to effectively deliver pain to any part of my
body. Soon I will be screaming in pain and begging for more. He loves to
make me beg for each stroke, knowing I fear and desire it. He has a fully
equipped dungeon and is able to do so many different things that I think he
could do something different every day forever. I am scared of the dungeon
but also love it. This is the time I get to be close and intimate with my
Master. He will beat me until I am crying, then cum up my ass or in my
mouth. But afterwards he will take me down and hold me, telling me what a
good and brave slave I am. These are the times with my Master I cherish the
most. I feel so good for having taken the pain and making my Master happy,
and I crave his affection. I know he does not love me, but I love him more
than I could ever have imagined before.

I rarely cum, he is not interested in my pleasure. Sometimes it is a week,
sometimes several months. I only cum when he for some reason desires it.
Once when he was whipping me I came from the sensations, and that seemed to
make him very happy, but he still punished me severely. I do not ever touch
my cock, despite not being in a chastity device. The punishment for doing
so is something I cannot imagine. The last punishment I received was being
tied by the neck to the ceiling all night so I could not sit or sleep, and
then in the morning I was beaten for an hour. I am terrified of my Master
and will not cross him for any reason. My Master has learned the positive
reinforcement works wonders with me, so I have rarely disappointed him.
When I have been a very good slave he rewards me in little ways. I
understand that my pleasure is not important, but Master will do something
when I have been good like put a butt plug up my ass and send me back to my
chores with a slap on the ass. It is these little pleasures that make me
want to go the extra mile for my Master.

Master is very proud of me and loves to show me off to others. He does this
in a few different ways. He takes me out to leather and bdsm bars and
events and I am filled with pride as all the people see what a wonderful
slave I am and how happy my Master is. Master also throws dinner parties
where I become the main form of entertainment. He has eyebolts in the
ceiling of the dining room to string me up and allow his guests to use
me. He also will loan me out to his friends once in a while. I love puppy
play which he is not into, so he will sometimes give me to someone for a
short while who wants to play with a pup slave. I am so proud of myself
that I can be such a good slave he is willing to do such things. Master
often has other slaves over to play with and sometimes he will throw a
black sheet over my cage with me tied up inside, and play with the new
slave, and then when he is ready he will be like, "I almost forgot about
this." Then he takes the sheet off and the slave gets to see me, and
probably gets jealous. If the slave has been whiny about taking what Master
wants he will give me more then that slave and say, "my slave can take it,
why can't you?"

So once my chores are done I return to the dungeon, make sure my alarm is
set. I have a little lamp above the cage I can turn on to read before I go
to sleep. Everyone else is in bed by now and I am ready for sleep so rarely
read for long. If my Master has tied me up in the cage for the night this
little luxury is gone. Usually if I have been a good boy all he allows me
this little bit of relaxation before sleep. I fall asleep naked on my
blanket, cuffs still on, and dream about another wonderful day with my
Master.

Weekends are a different matter as we are all home and I might get to join
the family in some recreation. On weekends everyone sleeps in usually, so I
get to catch up on my sleep. Master will usually come downstairs or send
one of his boys to kick me awake. I thank them and then get up to prepare
breakfast for the family. After breakfast I shave and shower and then get
to my chores while I wait to find out Masters plans. Sometimes he will have
friends over or we will go somewhere, but often he spends the day doing his
chores or shopping. During summer I love going out and being outside at the
beach in a tight speedo or in the parks wearing nothing but shorts. I am
proud of my bruises and love showing them off. It is nice if Master takes
the family out somewhere for the day, but still fine to be at home. It is
just nice to be outside the home with my new family relaxing. If we stay
home I make lunch, and deliver it to each family member, as they often
don't eat lunch together. Weekends involve me being used for sex or torture
several times by the household. Some weekends by the end my throat is so
sore from being throat raped. My gag reflex is almost gone but this just
seems to be a challenge to the men of the house to rape my throat harder
until I am ready to vomit.

My family when I told them I was going to be a slave reacted poorly as I
expected. But they still love me and want me to be happy. I am an adult and
they could not stop me, so after a time they came around. I keep in contact
with them and let them know I am safe, happy, and doing well. I never had a
lot of friends, but the ones I had were good friends, so when I also told
them what I was to become they understood. A couple of them wanted to keep
in touch and even sometimes, with Masters permission, come visit me. I am
allowed to wear minimal clothing for these. Often Master will find another
slave to play with, so that I can have some free time when my friends want
to visit, without having to inconvenience him. I may be just a piece of
slavemeat but my Master does want me to be happy and well mentally.

Real slavery does not exist anymore in America but I can still be my
Masters slave without disappearing from society. I am a piece of slavemeat
that lives only to serve him and please him. But even so I am still a human
and Master respects that and allows me just enough time outside the home to
keep me happy and sane. I do not think that I could ever be happy in a
normal relationship and I have no desire to try. I am fulfilled being my
Masters slave. A slave who is quiet and works hard for his Master, seen but
not heard, and kept naked almost all the time. I work hard to make my
Master happy and enjoy the few brief periods of attention he gives me. I am
an unobtrusive but vital part of his life and I know that is my place. I
will never be as his boys, and I accept that. But that is not what I want
from life. Being raped and abused by the three men I serve brings me the
pleasure I need from life. Master is putting aside some of the money I earn
to use to modify my body in the final ways to make me his slave. To have my
body hair permanently removed and piercings and tattoos he wants me to have
that mark me as his slave and property. I believe I am the luckiest slave
in the world and could not want more from life than what I have now.

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These events did not actually happen but are based on real events. If you
liked this story of would like to get in contact with myself you may e-mail
me at craigr837@yahoo.ca. If you are a young sub in the USA or Canada and
are looking to play my Master is always looking for new boys to play with.