Tag: Master/Slave

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by ccallenreese

“I can’t believe you sold him to Master Eaton!” I cried.
“Well, don’t blame me, his application was sitting on his desk and he wanted full price for that scrawny little welp. Full price!”
“You didn’t check Master Eaton’s record?”
“Well, his membership was reinstated in 2013, I thought that was good enough…”
I shook my head, wanting to smack him. “No you dolt, he’s under investigation by the police right now for abuse against his last slave. You don’t know what he does to boys – his reputation… you have to cancel the sale.”
“That sounds like a lot of heresay, if you ask me,” he folded his arms.
“Take a good look at Master Easton’s record, you’ll see, he’s going to destroy that boy! Do you really want to be responsible for that?”
I was pleased to see him hesitate. “I…I made the best decision with all the data available.”
“Oh come on, Master Kendrick. Work with me here. I found the welp a nice Master in New Hampshire, lives in the mountains on a beautiful property. They have horses, and there’s two other boys and a girl there. It’s a much better place for him… he’ll grow into a man in service there.”

We both heard a popping sound and looked over at the boy.
“Where did he get gum…?” Master Kendrick wondered.
He chewed the gum and sighed dramatically, “When are we going to play? I’m bored.”

Master Kendrick looks at me. “See, Master Eaton would straighten that attitude out.”
“Yeah and murder him in the process!” I insisted.
“He hasn’t murdered anyone!”

Another pop. We both look at the boy expectantly. He raised an eyebrow. “How about you two just stop arguing and spank me?”
“Oh that’s not a bad idea,” I say.
“Yeah, I’m for that.”
“You get the paddle? I’ll get the oil.”
“Ooo I have a new one I want to try out…”

He just shook his head and muttered under his breath, “Masters. Pfft.”

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

“Please God, send me a good Master. I’m very scared but very excited about the upcoming auction so if you were on my side it would be reassuring. I have been a good boy and completed my training with top marks; it was hard and frustrating and at times, painful or I was left sore, but I didn’t complain. I’ve been well behaved, so please bring me a good Master to serve. I want to go to good home, so please, God, please. I hope I am good enough.”

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by ccallenreese

It’s important to keep your slaves clean. If they’re in chastity, it’s a good idea to remove the cage once in a while and completely scrub them from head to toe. Shaving is optional. This is also a good time to inspect your property for any acne, ingrown hairs, odd looking moles, or ingrown nails.
For a fun evening, invite a friend and his slave over as well for a group shower. Things will get steamy fast!

4 Weeks

4 Weeks

by ccallenreese

uptopuppystuff:

Ugh. Tomorrow marks my first 4 weeks without an orgasm and it’s finally starting to hit me again. I’m starting another unbearably horny phase about now where everything turns me on and almost nothing satisfies me.

It’s also weird because my taste in men has grown and changed in the past year and is much broader than it used to be. My slave mindset has also grown. I’ve gone from feeling like my Master’s slave and puppy to feeling like I’m a slave in general, feeling inferior to the men I feel as being superior to myself. It’s an interesting shift in perspective.

So now, with the addition of the building feeling of horniness, I see men who used to fall into the category of unbearable and cocky now fall into the category of superior men. The result of this category shift is that I get hard instantly and want to do nothing more than satisfy these men. 

I follow a lot of slaves that have discovered this feeling and can act on it because they are more able to act on this instinct either because their Masters want their slaves to do so or because there are men around them that they can satisfy. The superior men I see are mostly on Tumblr and nowhere near me, so I can’t act on this new instinct as easily. 

I don’t know. I feel helpless because I can’t act on these instincts the way I’d like. It means that I put all of that energy into satisfying the only superior man that matters in my life, my Master, but I still can’t help but drool and moan like a bitch in heat when I see an unbelievable attractive muscle man or a superior man who knows they’re superior.

A boy far along in his training writes some honest thoughts. Very hot.

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by ccallenreese

bondcyberrole:

mmmmmm…nice..very nice….but…does this type of package come  in a slightly darker color… this one would just blend right in with the color of my dungeon walls

“That is an understandable concern, Sir. You’re not here to buy a houseboy meant to blend into the background, you want a stand-out centerpiece for your dungeon. I believe I have just the boy in mind for you. Let me put this white stud back in his cell – I’ll sell him soon enough – and I’ll show you this beautiful Egyptian boy we just got in stock. His skin is burnished teak and he’s plenty feisty.”

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by ccallenreese

“Now you’ve gone and done it! You’ve upset him! I told you about his anxiety and past trauma, but you had to go freak him out with that torture device you call a sex toy. There there, it’s ok, boy.” I put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him down to his knees so his crotch was at nose level. I guided them together, patting the back of his head reassuringly, “Close your eyes and take a deep breath…deeep breath. Just calm down now, there we go. Cling to my legs as hard as you want. I’m not gonna let him hurt you with that. Sshh…that’s a good boy, just breathe.”

It might have looked unusual to any other Masters passing by, but all that mattered in that moment was my slave. Medication did nothing for his attacks. What he needed was the scent of his Master to feel grounded, to remember I stood between him and the evils of the world. The source of his safety, of trust. I popped the buttons of my jeans and let him nuzzle the bare skin with his nose until he stopped trembling and his breathing was nice and normal.

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by ccallenreese

I know you’re not supposed to see your other half before the ceremony, but he’s my boy and I was getting antsy after not having seen him all morning. I shooed away the people in his room and locked the door so it was just us in there. I wrapped my arms around his waist and had a quiet moment with him; his skin was warm from standing near the window. 
He murmured into my ear, “You look really sexy in that suit…”
“You want to undress me out of it later?
"Oh yes,” he purred, nuzzling my chin. 
“Then you shall, but don’t get excited now… unless you want a boner in every photo taken out there. That jockstrap is leather, it doesn’t hide much.”
He chuckles. 
“Also it’s because…. your mother. She came..”
“My – my mother? She’s came? She’s here??” he gasped, “How…she said she never wanted to see me again…”
I traced his jawline with my fingers. “Mothers are a particular breed. She thought I was stealing you away for life of sin and debauchery-”
“Well that’s not entirely untrue…”
“Ha, right? -but I just reframed it a little differently for her. I reminded her of her sweet, shy little boy that she always had to come rescue. I told her I wanted to be the one to keep you safe from now on. To watch over you. You know, put the band-aids on.”
“…Jesus. I told myself I wasn’t going to cry…”
I gave him another close hug. “Sorry love. I just thought you should know.”
“Thank you, Aiden,” he sniffled, slipping out of our roles for just a moment, “I know this lifestyle of ours is usually so private but…with her support, this day really feels complete." 
I smile and kiss him on the forehead. "I feel it too. Are you ready to wear my collar?”
“I am. I’m ready,” his voice was on the verge of cracking.
“Alright, then let’s finish getting you dressed. We have an hour. I can’t wait to see how that harness and all that silver jewelry is going to look on you.”

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by ccallenreese

“You’ve been getting a bit uppity lately boy. Part of me thinks you do it because you love getting a spanking, part of me thinks you’re just getting a little loose since you’ve had so much downtime this holiday season with your family away from your Sir. Need I remind you about the thick leather band around your neck connected to the chains in my hands? Need I remind you who is nearly naked minus a thin jockstrap? And who is wearing a harness and cuffs so I can bind you in anyway I wish? You’re mine boy, you signed that contract. You begged me to sign it, if I recall. I own you and you will behave as such or else there will the discipline you don’t like. I’ll leave it up to your imagination what that is. Now, we’re going to Jaime’s cook-out tonight to celebrate her collaring ceremony and you are not going to embarrass me. Is that clear?”  

“Y…yes sir. Thank you for reminding me of my place sir. Your slave has been tainted by free people for too long. Slave is happiest with you Sir, because you know what is best for it Sir.”

I smiled. “Smart boy. Even though you will always be beneath me, I’m glad we can see eye to eye on some things.”

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by ccallenreese

Ollie came home in a sour mood, pissed off after a turn of events at work. His slave X was washing windows when his Master stormed into the door. X quickly set down what he was doing and rushed to kneel in greeting, but Ollie had no patience for such niceties. 

“Face down on the sofa, boy, now.” That tone implied he wanted that done five minutes ago, his deep voice spiky with impatience and rage. 

X was going to say something about how he should probably wash his hands, but sensed it wasn’t so wise. He blurted out a “yes sir” and ran to the sofa to assume the position. By the time he was in place, Ollie was nearly finished shedding his clothing. He climbed up on the sofa and growled, “Your ass better be lubricated, boy." 

"Yes sir but – please Sir, I’m still sore from last night, please be-”
Ollie shoved his boy’s head into the pillows, “I didn’t say you could speak, boy!” Ollie’s cock was so hard he didn’t even have to position it; he pushed into his slave with one hard thrust. Under him, X cried out into the pillow. Ollie did not relent – when he got ticked he got aroused, and he poured every single drop of his temper tantrum into his boy’s ass squeezing like a vice against him.

X’s yelps diminished to whimpers, then low moans as his Master exercised his sore and used hole. Once his body warmed to the intrusion, the pain melted away and intense pleasure filled its void. X just had to remind himself his purpose was to serve his Master, and he was serving now exactly as intended; hell, he should be grateful his Master didn’t take his bad day out on him with the whip. The more X focused on submission, the better it felt to be fucked.

X’s body was the balm to Ollie’s temper. Ollie bellowed like a bull and gushed cum into his slave’s ass, thrusting non-stop even through the climax. When every drop was spent, his frustrations went with it. He exhaled loudly, panting, then went still. He released X’s head so he could breath. X took this moment to utter a “thank you, Sir”. 

Ollie gave that ass a couple sharp smacks then slid off the sofa. He felt…well, wonderful. “Man, William can go step on a lego. Fuck him, just…fuck him” he said to no one in particular. He gave X’s ass another smack then walked over thrust his dick in X’s face. “Clean." 
The slave made eager work of cleaning his Master’s seed off his cock. Well clearly his Master had overlooked his discrepancy of mouthing off earlier if he was allowing him to clean! His Master’s cock tasted of lubricant he’d applied an hour ago and his warm seed; X could have sucked on it forever. When Ollie was satisfied, he grunted and pulled it away. He then dressed in silence.

X was watching him from the sofa. When his Master got to his shoes, he gave his slave another order, "Plug your sloppy ass then get back to those windows or I’m gonna piss all over them and make you lick them clean.” He then grabbed his keys and left the house.

X blinked. Well, whatever just happened, his Master was clearly in a much better mood now. X was pleased. He had been a bit anxious, but by quickly putting aside his own pointless problems, he allowed his beloved Master some peace of mind. Good. X hoped whatever was going on his Master’s life was resolved soon. He quickly went for a plug then got back to the windows, humming as he worked, ignoring his cock pushing against his chastity cage like always.