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I have always wanted to be a slave to another Man. My ideal was to be basically His prisoner. Even though I would freely and happily initially surrender to Him, I knew that I would soon tire of performing as a slave, of being treated as a slave, become bored, tire of performing the tasks and work he may assign me, miss my ‘normal” life, be scared of His punishments, become tired of the pain that may be inflicted from the long term restraints and punishments which will likely often be serious and sometimes will become severely painful and difficult to endure. I wanted it to actually be real, as though I had been sentenced to prison where I would have to perform as an owned slave with no hope, and no possibility of escape or early release. Once I surrendered to Master, and allowed myself to be locked into His restraint chains, there would be no chance of backing out.

I mainly wanted to be forced to service a Man, giving Him Blow jobs, acting as his urinal, cleaning his ass following a shit and doing any other service to include manual labor or whatever else He would assign a slave/prisoner to perform. I knew that in order that it be real for me, I would have to find a Master who was willing to keep me inescapably restrained for the entire contracted time, with no possibility for me to escape or do anything to cause an early release.

I would need a provision included in the ‘contract” that any request or effort I may make toward early release would result in an extension of time and severe punishments administered. I wanted to know beyond any doubt, that once I surrendered to Master, I would be there under His total control with no hope whatsoever of reducing the time, no hope of controlling what was happening to me (except for the very few “limits” provisions in the contract), And knowing that He would always, 100 percent of the time specified in the contract, insure that I was inescapably restrained and readily available to Him for whatever He wanted to do with or to me. Of course, He would be able to shorten my time at His pleasure, but I would not. I would be there for His pleasure, His use, and His entertainment. I would be required to perform exactly to His specifications and expectations or suffer consequences. It would be expected that I would perform as a well trained and experienced slave and suffer the consequences and punishments as would be administered to an experienced slave if it should perform less than perfectly.

My plan was to initially train and serve for 8 to 10 days (at masters pleasure) with subsequent service terms of 20 to 30 days each, served once each quarter, basically serving for one out of every three months. I devised a plan to insure that I would have no choice but to return for subsequent training terms by having Master take videos and photos of me giving blow jobs, drinking piss and cum from His cock, and licking His ass. The agreement would be, that if I should fail to return on schedule without a damn good excuse, those photos and videos would be released in public and emailed to friends and family. I absolutely did not want my friends, co-workers, or family to know of my gay and severe BDSM tendencies, AND I WOULD GO THROUGH JUST ABOUT ANYTHING TO PREVENT THAT. Plus, knowing that I would have no choice about those subsequent schedules would help to cement the feeling that I was a slave, even when I was basically a “free” man, I would not really be free.

Another provision of the contract was that after the third training session slave would agree to have a non removable chastity device installed on it which would remain on slave during its ‘free” periods to further remind it that even though it was “free” it was still actually a slave under control of its Master. Slave would also agree to be available to Master for special events during its free term with a reasonable notice.

Anytime slave reported to Master for training and service, it would enter master’s garage, strip of all clothing except the tall tightly laced boots, use chains and locks attach its feet spread widely 4 feet apart to eyehooks in the plyood sheet on the garage floor, then lock chains around each wrist and lock its hands high above its head to chains hanging from the ceiling. It must insure that its hands are as high as it can get them, standing on tiptoes and stretching as high as possible. It will then wait for Master to take it from there, but knowing that it may be standing there for several hours before Master comes out to take it. Master will be watching and recording on video to insure that slave reports on time and does exactly as directed. If Master discovers that slave failed to attach its hands as high as it possibly could, there will be hell to pay for disrespecting Masters directions right from the start.

My agreement with Master for the training included a provision that during initial training terms, I would pay a reasonable amount for renting a room at Masters location and that I would pay for all supplies and equipment, restraint devices, punishment devices, and whatever else Master needs to purchase for slave’s training and care.

I was to report on a Friday evening, having myself prepared and ready by 6PM for my first training session. It would last until at least Saturday evening of the following week, and may be extended at Master’s discretion to Monday Evening, making a total of 10 days. I had sent master funds to cover 10 days room rent and deposited $2000 to allow him to purchase all the supplies and equipment he would need. He would refund any he did not spend. The master had a good reputation as an honest and fair Man and He was very stern about keeping to terms of the contract and being safe and sane in all interactions.

Master had instructed that I report wearing tall tightly laced linesman’s boots, insuring that they were laced very neatly in the manner normally seen on gay men with the laces going straight across on the outside and crossed underneath. This was time consuming and a bit difficult, but I did that before leaving home. I was to wear a cut off jean short with no underwear so that it could be quickly removed without removing the boots. I was to have two tight fitting rash guard black long-sleeved shirts, the bottom shirt having 2 inch diameter cutouts over the nipples. I had timed my arrival to be just about 30 min before 6PM so that I could be sure to have myself locked up as specified in Master’s garage by 6PM. I removed the cut off short, and both shirts. Folded them neatly with the shirt with holes on top, removed my glasses and put all on the shelf.

Master had laid a 4foot by 4 foot double thick ¾ inch plywood in the middle of the garage floor and there were eyebolts installed in opposite corners positioned about 5 feet apart. Each eyebolt had a chain locked to it with an open lock looped through the lose end. There were two chains hanging from the ceiling with unlocked padlocks in the bottom ends about 2 feet apart lined up with the floor chains.

On the center of the platform there were 2 loose chains with open padlocks, a spider-ring-gag, a long pecker gag, and a glans ring with three spike screws and an allen wrench. . I locked one lose chain around each wrist, being sure to make them rather uncomfortably snug (as directed). Then I spread my feet and wrapped a chain from each corner of the plywood platform around each ankle at the smallest diameter place on the ankle, over the boots, being sure to pull the chains as tight as I possibly could before locking them. My feet were probably about 4.5 feet apart with the chains stretched as far toward center as possible. Uncomfortable, but in my naked state with my genitalia being super exposed and easily accessible from either front or back, being in this vulnerable state actually felt really sexy, I was now committed, now locked in, no escape from it. I had an erection.

i realized that “This is it” i was now committed, my feet were securely locked to this heavy platform with my body weight centered on top of it, i could not escape it. Even if I could get the boots pulled off from under the chains, the locked loop loop would still be too small to get my naked foot out of it. And even if I were able to shift my weight to the edge of the platform and tilt it up, just where was I going to go with this thing attached to my widely spread feet. And, I didn’t know if it was secured to the concrete floor, it may be. There were no tools visible in the garage other than the allen wrench.

i was now property of Master, He now owned me. I was now a slave, and basically not even as high status as a prisoner. Per our contract agreement, once I became inescapably locked up, i was His, I was committed to the training and would not be free of it for at least 8 days (which would turn out to be the full 10 days). I now am responsible to very accurately and precisely follow His every instruction, no choice about it now, none.

Next was installing the glans ring and gags then locking my hands to the rafter chains.


I had been instructed to put my pecker into the I inch ID glans ring with it just behind the head, then use the allen wrench to screw the three screws into the ring, causing them to become flush with the outer diameter of the ring and thus protrude into the center of the ring, and also the center of my dick, ending up with less than one quarter inch space between them. This would tightly close off the urethra, thus preventing the slave from being able to piss. It could not even leak precum. After setting the spikes, I was to drop the allen wrench to the floor, tossing it way out of my reach. The spikes were kind of sharp and the twisting action as they got tight toward center became a little painful, I didn’t see any blood, and it wasn’t very bad (at first). I would learn later that any pain from this was “nothing” compared to what I would soon be experiencing.

There was also a ring gag and long pecker gag laying on the floor. Each with strap that went behind the neck. The ring gag was the ‘spider” type that insured that the ring would be deep enough into the mouth that it would be impossible to push it out from between the teeth. Per Master’s instructions, I opened my mouth wide, put the ring gag in and fixed the strap tight in back of my head. I thin inserted the pecker gag through the ring gag, pushing it deep into my mouth starting to enter my throat. I already knew how to avoid gagging on a pecker gag by holding my mouth wide open, having the opening extend deep into my throat allowing me to breath and avoid gagging on the pecker gag.


Master had put an extra set of padlocks in the rafter chains in case I were to drop one in process of hooking up my hands, but beware, dropping one would earn 25 lashes for slave and 50 more if a second was dropped. Also, failing to lock them as tight as possible would earn many more lashes.

Next, and for the final step of my initial submission into slavery, I had to lock my hands high above my head. I had been told to practice this before actually snapping the locks shut, looping the padlocks through the chain links attaching the end link of the wrist chain as high as possible on the rafter chains. Then relax, stand even higher on my tip toes, then I should be able to move the locks at least two chain links higher, relax again and check again, stretch to tip toes again, probably move to the next higher chain link, relax again for a couple min, make sure I could not set the padlocks even higher. When slave reached a point where it was unable to set the locks higher it was then to snap each lock shut, thus securing itself into position, prepared for Master’s initial inspection.

A suggestion that Master had made was that slave set the locks to a point where if it relaxed its feet from standing tiptoe and stood flat, the chains on the wrist would be rather painful., I was there, I snapped the padlocks shut There was a clock in the garage that I was facing, the time was 5:56, I had just barely made it, finishing by 6PM. Had I not, finished by 6, Master had specified that 25 lashes would be administered plus 15 lashes for each min late (A suggestion form Master is the same as an order.)

I stood there, shifting the pain from my feet from standing tiptoe to my wrist from the very tight chains if I was flat foot. Itt got to be 6:30, then 7PM, then 8PM. Time was going super slow, I was watching each min go by. That felt like torture having the clock visible, if I didn’t know what time it was I would have by now lost track of the time, I wouldn’t know if it had been a half hour or 4 hours. I didn’t know what time to expect something else to happen so it was torture in a way . (But, as I would learn over the next few days, this is nothing, I would find myself wanting to come back to this instead of what I was enduring) 8:30, I still saw or heard nothing from Master, except I could hear noises and people talking from inside the house. I could occasionally hear a toilet flushing and a TV going. Did Master even know I was here, With all the preparations, communications, and specific instructions, He must know I’m here. He had told me that I absolutely had to have myself restrained by 6PM or there would be hell to pay and he had said that slave may be left right here for a long time before he starts its training.

It is certainly now a slave, it is completely out of control of itself, it is in pain with no end in sight and has not a clue about what will happen next or when it will happen. It is completely dependant on someone else for its very existence, as well as being able to get out of this situation. It cannot get itself out, it has given up all control over its very life.


Yes, I was already wishing I had not signed up for this, I was really tired and my feet, legs, and hands were in pain. I was fighting to keep my arms from going to sleep, having to wiggle my arms and stand high on tiptoes to try to loosen the wrist chains a little bit. That was making my legs start to cramp. I was in pain, and it was all my own doing. My mouth was getting dry and tired from the gags and I was still kind of fighting the pecker gag to keep from gagging on it. That was tiring and stressful too.

Finally, about 8:45 the door to the garage from the house opened and Master came out with a couple other people, one was naked wearing just heavy tall boots like mine that had a chain connecting them together limiting its step length to about 12 inches. It also had a thick leather collar. It also had heavy steel cuffs on each wrist, but there was no chain attached to either one. I assumes he was another of Master’s slaves. The slave walked to directly in front of me about 6 feet away and lowered himself to his knees and waited there for Master’s command. Master introduced himself, introduced his friend as Bob, introduced the slave as slave 748 and told me that I was now known as slave 752.

Master began inspecting me all over, He twisted my nips, grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard causing me to holler out, he felt my cock and closely inspected the ring saying I had properly installed it with the spikes fully screwed in. Then he told me to stand as high as possible on tip toes. Now, I am guessing that over the previous 3 hours of hanging from these chains, stretching them as well as myself, there was some stretching because Master determined that each wrist chain could have been set higher, two links on the left and one on the right. Master unlocked the padlocks and set them in the higher chain links and relocked them.

Master said “slave, you didn’t do as I had instructed, you were supposed to set these chains as high as was possible, you didn’t do that, you screwed up one of your first task. that will be 25 lashes for each of the three links I had to reset them. Why should I have to come behind a slave and do what it was supposed to do? Can you answer that slave? Through the gags, I tried to answer, I was able to make only a small part of it legible. I said “sir, a lot of babble that even I could not understand, with the SIR at the end.

Master answered back with “a slave is not allowed to make excuses? That is another 25 lashes, for 100. slaves will never make excuses, a slave is always guilty of anything it is accused of. The only answer a slave will ever answer to that type question is “Sir, the slave performed inadequately Sir. The slave deserves punishment and appreciates Your pointing out areas in which it needs to improve, Sir” Do you understand slave 752? I was able to make SIR YES SIR understood even with the gags installed.

Master ordered his other slave to go fetch three lashing devices, the leather strip whip, a long paddle, and a whipping cane. The slave quickly cam back and handed master the leather strip whip. Master instructed me to count the lashes, in the form of SIR ONE SIR---SIR TWO SIR--- and so on. If slave loses count, we will have to start over, is that understood? “SIR—YeugES—SIR” This is going to be very difficult with two gags in my mouth and throat.

Am I sorry now that I signed up for this YES YES, but I have to endure it, I can only console myself by knowing that when I finish, I will be so glad I did it, I have always wanted this, keep thinking that. I will survive. And I will be looking forward to my next training session (Hopefully).

So, as I am standing there, now in even more pain due to Master making the chains even tighter and Master starts striking my body with the leather strip whip. He makes hard fast long swings with it making it very very painful, each lash stings and if he hits the same place a second time, it stings twice as much. Along with my counting the lashes, I am screaming in pain, between the wrist chains and tiptoes and the lashes and trying to speak out the count with that “sir-number-sir” over and over with my now very dry mouth I am hurting and hurting bad. It’s like every part of my body is now in bad pain. At least master is administering the lashes slowly giving me time to say the count. Occasionally he says he can’t understand the number so ‘we have to do that one over” and I try to speak more clearly through the gags. That happens maybe 20 times meaning that I got 120 lashes, plus Master kept lashing until I reached a count of 125. Thank goodness he didn’t get up to 90 or so and claim that I had lost count and start over. I was fearing that would happen, but I lucked out on that one. With the pain, and trying to speak through the gags, and between the screams, it was really difficult to remember what number I had just counted, but somehow I did.

About half way through, Master stopped for a min and ordered slave 748 to piss on me. The slave stood on a step ladder and pissed all over me, starting in the front and moving to the back, it stung when it ran into the minor whip cuts, and made the subsequent lashed sting even more. Just what did I do to deserve this treatment? Well, I became a slave, voluntarily did so, giving up all rights, and deserving of no mercy.

I was of course totally unable to do anything to lesson the pain of the lashes, just as I could do nothing about slave 748 pissing all over my body, I could not stop the painful and relentless lashes. I was just chained tightly up in that position with my hands high above my head, legs spread and chained to the floor, and all of my body naked and unprotected from the lashings. Nobody or nothing to help me. I felt so completely helpless to do anything about it, the lashings and the pain just kept coming. With the slow pace, giving me time to count each one through the gags, it took over an hour to administer all of the lashes being spaced by 30 to 60 seconds. The clock said it was about 10 after 9 when they started and it was almost 10:30 when they finally finished.

The lashes were all over my body, stomach chest, butt back face, legs, balls and pecker from up behind and from front, pelvis inside of legs arms, literally all over, he had his friend administer about 30 of them and his slave administered about 30. I heard him tell his other slave that if he didn’t make the lashes powerful and painful. He would be given 10 lashes for every one he did inadequately on me. The lashes the slave gave me were the most painful as a result of that order. The cane was used mostly on my butt and legs, probably about 25 lashes with that, and the leather paddle was used for probably 25 and mostly on my butt back stomach and chest.

Following the lashes, Master pissed in a cup and tols slave 748 to then take my gags out and have me drink the piss. By now I was very thirsty, so didn’t really care what it was, and I had intended that part of my training was to learn to drink piss, lots of it, and I would be consuming a whole lot of it, including my own.

I drank a whole cup of Master’s piss. Master told me that I needed to tell him that I was honored to be allowed to consume His Urine. I stated “Sir, This save is honored to be allowed to consume its Master’s Urine, Sir Thankyou Sir”. Then slave 748 put the gags back in my mouth, fixing them even tighter that they had been (I guessed another thing he had better do to avoid being punished himself).

Master told me that I would be standing here for a while longer as part of punishment for inadequately fastening those chains. I hope you have learned your first lesson about obeying my every command EXACTLY as I instructed. I said through my gags SIR, YES SIR, THANKYOU SIR”

It was now about 11PM according to the clock. Master ordered slave 748 to remove the clock. I didn’t know if I was glad or sad, but what did it matter? I had no control of what happened when anyway, maybe its better to not know the time.

I was in total pain over all of my body, stinging form the close to 150 lashes my arms were in pain from being held strasight up for so long, the wrist chains were painful, and my feet were very sore and tired from standing tittoe. Legs were sore from being spread so far apart I needed to piss, and I needed to shit. My mouth was tired and sore from the gags. But I already knew what I was like to be a slave in training, I tried to be glad I was finally doing it, but it was very difficult, I was trying to figure out if I would survive 10 days of this.

After what must have been another two hours, The guys came back into the garage. Master told 748 to unlock my arms from the rafter and lock them behind my back, then remove the pecker gag and put a hood on my head that had a chain attached to the top. I was given another cup of piss (I don’t know who’s it was) The ring gag was put back in, not as tight as before and the hood was installed over it. The hood was tightly laced on then the top chain attached to the rafter chain, keeping me in a standing position, but flat foot, thankfully not on tiptoes. That felt wonderful after about 7 hours standing on tiptoes. It was also wonderful to get my arms down instead of up. The pecker gag was reinserted from outside the hood. A chain was locked tight around my ball sac and pulled back and attached to the chains between my wrists so that moving my arms caused more pain on my balls.

At Master’s orders, slave 748 unscrewed the spikes in the ring on my dick so that they were not pinching off the urethra, thus allowing me to piss. A large bucket was placed under me between my spread legs. I was told that I would be left like this for the night, Slave 752 will be allowed to sleep as well as piss and shit into the bucket below its legs. Slave 748 will come out in the morning, dump the bucket, and clean 752 up.

I was wishing that they had let my legs be closer together, they were really sore and tired, it was going to be very difficult to sleep but I was thankful to have my arms down and not be on tiptoes anymore. The hood had no eyeholes, so I could not tell if there was any light, day or night. I was left alone again, this time not in so much pain. I was able to both piss and shit. I was also hungry and wanted some water instead of piss, but I had no choice in the matter, it did not matter what I wanted, I am a slave in training with no rights at all. Now, I’m again asking myself just why did I sign up for this. The answer is the same, I have always wanted to be a slave, I will survive it and then be glad I did it and look forward to the next service/training term. I keep telling myself this, it helps a little. What will tomorrow bring?

To be continued in part two.