Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2016 18:17:32 +0200
From: Brian Bainbridge <brwainwright@gmx.com>
Subject: FROM FOOT FUN TO MASTER: PART 22...LETTER TO A FUTURE SLAVE

From Foot Fun to Master: Part 22
 "Letter to a Future Slave"


	Master had been working in the Chicago office for the past eight
days, and I couldn't wait for him to come home later that evening. I missed
him so much.

	He had approved my dress clothes for the eight days he would be
gone: ties and a dress shirt for Monday through Thursday and a dress down
day on the two Fridays he would be away. As he oftentimes does in his
absence, he attached my collar chain (small link chains from the hardware
store) and its lock around my neck. He keeps the key to the lock on his key
chain and a duplicate key in his top left desk drawer in his office, which
Francine also knows about in case of a medical emergency. She and her
husband know and accept our lifestyle.

	After my last class ended at 11:50, I was in my office about to
leave for the day. I had to go to Master's office to pick up a file he
wanted to work on over the weekend, pick up his dry cleaning, pick up a
prescription at the drug store, and return home. Master knew I would arrive
home past my 12:30 curfew. As usual when I arrived home, I was to do my
usual routine: call his cell phone using the house phone, let it ring three
times, and then hang up. Usually Master doesn't respond; on a rare
occasion, he might. Earlier that morning when Master called me, he told me
he expected me home no later than 1:30, an hour later than usual.

	I was grabbing my briefcase and water jug when Randy, a
thirty-year-old graduate assistant, who was a former banker and now a
nursing student, came in my office to say hello. Many gay people on campus
are envious of Randy because he is dating Tom Beasley, a chemistry
professor and research scientist. Dr. Beasley is in his mid thirties and is
the sexiest teacher on campus. Like my Master, he also has Hollywood good
looks.

	Without being rude, I explained to Randy I didn't have much
time. He asked me for advice about a romantic weekend surprise he had in
mind. I listened patiently, but was getting nervous because Master had
extended my curfew, but I would be cutting it close if I continued much
longer with this conversation.

	Dropping a tablet on the floor, I absent-mindedly bent down to pick
it up without thinking my collar would pop out of my shirt. Hoping Randy
hadn't noticed, I quickly put it back inside my shirt. He noticed.

	"Rick, with the lock on your chain, is that by any chance a slave
collar? I know you and Brian are married, but are you also his slave?"

	"Closing my eyes and my face turning red, I said, "Oh shit."

	"Oh my God, I never would have imagined you're a slave."

	"Randy, my Master and I are professionals and keep our personal
life private. I'm going to ask you as a friend to please honor my request
to please keep this to yourself. This is our private life, and we are two
consenting adults living our life and minding our own business."

	"Rick, I'm not judging you in any way; in fact, I'm envious. You
were the first person on campus I told about my relationship with Tom. I
try to be as submissive to him as possible, and I would give anything if he
would agree to be my Master. I fantasize about serving him all the time,
but I don't know if he'd be interested in a Master/slave relationship. The
only thing he's done towards dominating me is tying me up three times
during sex, but that's as far as we've gotten."

	"Randy, I can't talk much longer. I have errands to run, and I am
expected home no later than 1:30. If I'm late, my Master will probably
punish me because he's given me an extended curfew to run these errands. I
have to call him by 1:30 to let him know I'm home. Talk this over with Tom
and see if this is something he is also interested in."

	So Rick, do you really like being his slave? Can we talk about it
soon? Please tell me everything you like about your life in slavery? What
can I expect as a slave?"

	"Randy, I'll talk about this with my Master and see if he'll extend
my curfew one day next week so we can talk. I've got to go now; it's
already 12:10. Trust me, if this is what you're fantasizing about, it's
probably the life for you. We'll talk later, ok?"

	I ran the errands as quickly as I could and pulled in the driveway
of Master's home at 1:24, pressed the garage door opener, and quickly ran
inside the house to call Master. It was 1:26 when I called him. I then
walked back to my slave bathroom and undressed.

	The cell phone Master allows me to use chimed about thirty seconds
later with a text message which read: Work on your time management; you're
cutting it too close with this extended curfew."

	Had I undressed immediately and hung up Master's suits before
calling him, I would have probably been late and definitely been
punished. He was obviously upset with me cutting it so close on the time,
but at least I was home by the extended time he gave me. While hanging up
his suits, I decided I would be honest and explain Randy's conversation,
hoping he would understand since a possible new Master would soon be
acquiring human property.

	Master ate an early dinner in Chicago before flying home. I met him
at the airport when his flight landed at 6:23. I drove him home, unpacked
his suitcase, undressed him, and gave him a massage. After the massage,
Master asked me about my week, and I told him all the details, I then
explained to him why I had arrived at his home a few minutes later than I
too had expected.

	When he learned that my collar had accidentally fallen out of my
shirt, the anger in his face arrived instantly. He slapped both sides of my
face really hard and then placed his arm around my neck to lead me into the
corner. I grasped my hands behind my head, held them securely in place, and
waited for Master to return.

	He grabbed his paddle with holes and gave me a good hard spanking
for what seemed like an hour. The whole time he was spanking me, he told me
how negligent I was in my responsibilities for not keeping our private life
private. The longer he spanked me, the harder each whack
became. Eventually, he stopped and led me to the hooks on the
wall. Handcuffs were attached to my hands, and then the handcuffs were
attached to the hooks on the wall. Master left the playroom and did not
release me until a few minutes after 2:00 in the morning. I had been in
that position for almost six hours hours. Without saying a word, I then
followed him to his bedroom and quickly fell asleep.

	The next morning after serving Master his breakfast, he once again
spanked me and then told me to give him a foot massage while he checked my
cell phone messages, computer emails, and expense report from my
allowance. He would then leave to play in a charity golf tournament that
afternoon, which would begin with a great and meet coffee and brunch at
11:00. I would do the weekly grocery shopping, do the laundry, and mow the
lawn. Once I completed my chores, I was told to serve Corner Time, which
was a continuation of my punishment.

	Everything met his approval, and I thanked him. He then questioned
me about my conversation with Randy.

	"So, naturally you have an inferior friend like yourself, who
realizes his destiny?"

	"Yes, Master. He recognized my collar (which Master had not yet
taken off of me) and told me he had no idea I was a slave."

	"I see, and did anything else take place, which allowed you to
barely make your extended curfew home?"

	"No, Master, that was all. Randy asked me if he could talk soon
about what I liked about being a slave, and I told him I would have to
first get your permission."

	"Does it, your inferior buddy, your little second-rate friend, have
a Master in mind, or is it just living in a fantasy world?"

	"His boyfriend is Tom Beasley, a professor at the university, but
they've never discussed it yet. Master, he is just like I was during my
free days because he thinks about his life as a slave all the time. I think
he'll enjoy his life in slavery as much as I do."

	"It would be nice to have another Master in our group of Superiors,
if he'd be interested. The only link we have to the university in our
Superiors and slaves group is you, an inferior, who is on the part time
faculty."

	I continued Master's foot massage while he spoke.

	"Slave, although I only allow you computer usage on the weekends if
you have a deadline on your work, I will grant you an exception. You have
fifteen minutes to write an email to this inferior about his intended
life."

 Master told me I was to use the personal email account he opened up for me
shortly after I became his slave. This is the account used to keep up with
my family and friends from Florida. He checks it a few times a week for
messages, and I use it only with his permission since he has never told me
the password.  I thanked him and took my laptop, which was lying next to
him on the loveseat.

He looked at the clock on the nightstand and said, "It's 9:19; you have
exactly fifteen minutes. Get busy."

	I quickly began typing because I new fifteen minutes would go by
quickly.

	Randy,

	If you're like me, the thought of serving a strong and dominant man
has your heart racing and brings you a sense of peace and excitement like
you've never experienced before because you realize this is your purpose in
life. This is what I constantly thought about once I realized my destiny
was to spend it in servitude to my Master.  I think you'll make a great
slave, Randy, because the enthusiasm and smile you have when you tell of
how excited you get when you are being submissive is the same glow I had on
my face when I longed to be a slave.

Although you are still a free man, and I hope for not much longer if
believe this is your true destiny, let me tell you of some of the possible
requirements and expectations your Master may demand. If you are willing to
accept these duties, then you will definitely find your life as
Dr. Beasley's property and slave to be the most rewarding experience of
your life and never want or think of a life as a free man again.

	Extreme joy and satisfaction instantly enters your body once you
declare your servitude to your Master and your fantasy finally becomes your
reality. For me, it happened the moment I kissed my Master's feet in
submission before lifting my head to welcome the collar and leash he
attached around my neck for the first time. As he held my leash and walked
me to the bathroom to shave my body, the first lesson in my slave training
had begun. You'll learn, if you already don't know, that hair is a sign of
manhood. Soon, you'll find pleasure when your Master rubs his beautiful
chest hair or crotch hair along your face and nose for you to sniff. What
an honor it is when my Master has me lick the sweat from his armpits after
an intense workout. Body hair on our Masters is just one more sign of their
Superiority, and it is an honor when we are able to touch it in any way. I
do not and have never missed my body hair, by the way.

As slaves, we are inferior; we are property, and we are not entitled to any
privileges reserved for free men. A slave willingly gives up those
privileges for the honor to devote the rest of his life in servitude to the
man he loves. We are the honored ones, Randy, because there are so many men
who long for this life of servitude but do not follow their hearts and thus
find their own sense of purpose and meaning in life. Whatever achievements
or rewards I may achieve in my career is not even measurable to the
satisfaction I have gained since I became personal property and a
slave. Yes, in relinquishing my freedom those confusing and frustrating
times have disappeared because this is the life I was searching and hoping
for, and I am so grateful that I am able to live it.

Your Master will have his own plans in how you will relinquish your freedom
to him. And I promise you, however that moment takes place, it will be a
special bond the two of you will always treasure as you each begin living
your intended lives. A feeling of warmth and love still fills my body when
I think back to that brief moment, for it was then, I finally achieved the
true happiness, which had been missing in my life. And my happiness
continues to grow every day because I consider it such an honor for me to
call myself a slave.

	Nothing brings more pleasure to a slave than knowing and doing
everything humanly possible to bring his Master complete joy and
pleasure. Existing only for him, considering only his needs, and wanting to
please him in every possible way is our purpose. Our existence is only for
his pleasure and his happiness; to think otherwise is the thinking shared
only for free men.  And, if you choose this as your destiny, you will soon
discover this is the true meaning of your new life, and another level of
your happiness will be unveiled to you like you've never experienced
before. Upon that discovery and acceptance, your journey in slavery will be
even more pleasurable to you because you will then always want to find new
ways to see your Master is achieving the happiness and pleasure he is
entitled to as a Superior male.

	Of course, after your career, domestic duties will occupy the rest
of your time. These duties would be demeaning for a Superior male like a
Master to perform, but thankfully they have us to perform them.  Cleaning
the house, cooking, doing the laundry, doing the yard work, chauffeuring
your Master, and any other errands or tasks he will assign to you will keep
you very busy. As your Master relaxes at home, in the pool, or goes out to
enjoy his time off with friends, you have the satisfaction of knowing these
pleasures he is able to benefit from are as a result of your day-to-day
duties as a slave. And on Sunday nights as you look up from your bed area
on the floor to see your Master resting comfortably in his bed, you'll
smile with the satisfaction that your fatigue is the reward for his
personal time, relaxation, and enjoyment.

	Sexually speaking, you will be required to perform whatever,
whenever, and however your Master chooses to use his property's body. Most
slaves may not cum without permission, and although this may be difficult
for you at first; eventually, you get used to it and welcome the
opportunity when your Master allows you this privilege. You'll soon realize
it may be two, three, or four weeks since you have been given permission to
cum, and you accept this because the honor of swallowing his Superior seed
or feeling his Superior seed inside you has now become more rewarding.

The frequency of bondage, CBT, TT, spanking and other activities are solely
at the discretion of your Master. Although my Master does not tie me up
that much, he does at times. I have been trained to position my hands in a
locked position when he wants to fuck me or spank me. I have another
required hand lock position he uses when I am punished. I have stood in
Corner Time for as much as twelve hours at a time with one brief break to
use the bathroom. Your Master will have some similar requirements, I'm
sure. And I'm sure you'll be like me and any other slave and get extremely
nervous when you are standing in the corner for punishment and your Master
stands behind you to observe you. I am expected to move as little as
possible during Corner Time, but whenever Master comes into the room to
check up on me, I get extremely nervous that I will mess up during this
time and have my punishment extended.

	Your punishment, hopefully like mine, is not that frequent. However
it does come when I am negligent in my duties or Master believes I have
been disrespectful to him. I am then given a very, and I mean very, hard
spanking. Corner Time depends on the severity of my error. Privileges are
sometimes taken away as well, and the length of my punishment depends on
the infraction. I value my punishments as something positive because
through them I realize Master is doing this only to help me become an even
better slave to him. But of course, I also experience feelings of guilt
because through my own fault, I know that I have upset Master, and I then
think of countless ideas how I can make it up to him and he can once more
be proud of me and proud of the property and slave I have become.

	Randy, I hope that this letter gives you an idea of

	"Slave, thirty seconds. Wrap this up; you have work to get to."

	"Yes, Master."

	Randy, I hope that this letter gives you an idea of how rewarding
your life as a slave will be. I hope this is the life for you.

	See you on Monday.

	Rick

	Master then told me to hand him the laptop. He read and approved my
letter to Rick and sent it. I then got dressed to go to the store to do the
weekly grocery shopping and run other errands he assigned to me. It was
almost noon when I arrived back home. I unloaded the groceries from the
CRV, got undressed, and began my weekend chores. While folding laundry, I
thought about my letter and how happy I am in my life with Master and hoped
he was enjoying himself at the brunch and golf tournament. Yes, life as a
slave is the life for me.