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Island Master UK – Part 04

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By Wakeysub

The journey was a blur as all my useful senses were blocked. I focussed on trying to control my gag reflex. Eventually, I was able to relax and only gag intermittently. I remembered having a long conversation with IslandMasterUK about the ability of porn stars to deep throat a cock of any size and how I fantasised about being trained to take a real man’s cock deep down my throat. I guess my training has started already.

I have no idea how long we were travelling for, but I became aware that we had stopped moving and that the van’s engine was turned off. I felt the earplugs being pulled out of my ears. Suddenly I could hear again – the blindfolds, gags and cuffs remained in place though.

I felt a hand pressing on the buckle on my seat belt, the straps retracted. I felt a rope being placed around my neck when it started to tighten I realised it was a noose “This is to make sure you don’t fall overboard – either accidentally or because you see sense and decide to make a run for it”. I visualised the massive guard stood over me as the noose started to tighten. The noose pulled me forward. I began to rise. The chains on the shackles around my ankles prevented me from standing up straight.

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Island Master UK – Part 03

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By Wakeysub

For the next month, all I could think about was my trip to the Island. My day to day work became secondary – I lived for my now nightly extended chats with IslandMasterUK. The more we chatted, the more comfortable I felt, the more open I was about my fantasies. By this stage, I think he knew more about what made me horny than I did. He took great delight in getting me as excited as possible every night as he encouraged me to explain in intricate details what I would expect from life as a slave. My cock was now constantly leaking pre-cum.

The days slowly ticked by and then I got the email with the train ticket attached, only the outbound leg was attached. I pulled up the map and found the station. It was a small isolated station on the mainline from London to the south coast. I couldn’t imagine that it was going to be very busy. It was a through ticket, so it covered the complete journey from my local station, the underground, and the train to the south coast. Everything was covered. The email also detailed what I was to wear for the journey – a jockstrap, jogging bottoms, a plain white t-shirt, white trainer socks, and trainers. The only possession I was allowed to travel with was my house key. That was it – no money, no wallet, no phone, nothing. My train journey would be close to 5 hours.

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Paying the Full Price – Part 3

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By UKDeviant on Recon

ukdeviant on reconI was gagging heavily on Nate’s hard cock, and my gag reflex was kicking in. My wrists were held high between my shoulder blades in a leather shoulder-wrist combination restraint, which was securely padlocked at every buckle. My ankles were both strapped in leather restraints padlocked to a spreader bar, and I was utterly defenceless. My exposed chest and nipples arched before him and my caged cock and balls were displayed. He was perfectly relaxed, chilling sat on the end of his bed while making me do most of the work.

My head was being thrusted on and off his ramrod penis with the ring gag between my teeth protecting him from bites or scratches. Despite being blindfolded, It was clear he was well hung, of good girth, cut and had a PA ring – exactly as at the club. The leather straps either side of the ring gag were gripped tightly in his fists and being used by his strong arms to pull my head on and off his penis to ruthlessly skull fuck me. Saliva, bile and mucus were coming out of every orifice in my head, I had tears running down my cheeks, and my face was somewhere between red and purple.

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Island Master UK – Part 02

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By Wakeysub

About six weeks before the holiday, a package arrived with a note saying that I shouldn’t open it until instructed in the session. On that night’s call, I reported that the box had arrived, and he smiled and said that was good because it meant I could be fitted for my island chastity. He explained that all slaves on the Island wore a custom chastity managed by the resort. The box contained everything I would need to do the sizing. He told me that he had an extra special chastity planned for me, which he was sure I would appreciate. As a first step, He instructed me to remove my chastity and my PA. He told me that my pubes would have to be removed.

On the Island, all slaves are displayed without pubes as it showed off the chastity to the maximum effect. He told me he had included a bottle of his preferred depilatory spray in the package. You just sprayed it on, waited for 10 minutes, and wiped the hair away. I thought back to a conversation we had had about hair removal when we were discussing activities. I’d told him then about how I loved the idea of chemical hair removal – how it was so much more mechanical and impersonal than a shaving scene. I found the bottle.

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Island Master UK – Part 01

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By Wakeysub

My Recon profile made it clear from the outset – inexperienced, overweight and desperate to experience life as the slave I was born to be. The one word which summed it all up was “desperate.” I have lost count of the number of times that I have found myself eyes closed, furiously wanking my pathetic cock while I fantasised about life as a slave. To save my cock from being rubbed raw, I invested in a small nub chastity device and locked my cock firmly away.

The feeling of my cock squeezed tightly in the cage reminded me of my real role. I still lacked the firm, unyielding controlling hand that I so desperately craved. I would start conversations with Tops on Recon but could never find the sort of attitude I needed. I did get offers to meet up, but I could never find the confidence to go through with them. – my logical brain was always holding me back. I was a sad, repressed wannabe slave with no prospect of ever seeing it realised.

Then it all changed, it was a Monday morning, and I was settling down for a typical busy working week when my phone beeped with the familiar tone to say that I had a new message in Recon. I always hope that this will be the one. I opened the app to read it as quickly as possible. It was a short message, but it got me throbbing in my small cage.

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Paying the Full Price – Part 2

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By UKDeviant on Recon

UKDeviant chastity storyIt was day 4 of being locked in the steel chastity belt. I slowly woke up and as usual stretched and got ready for my morning slow wank. Then I remembered that I was still securely locked up. My fingers could just about get into a few of the gaps in the belt, but there was no hope for relief. Having been in a Holy Trainer for 4 weeks before for a period of enforced denial, the abstinence was not going to be a problem and I was not ready to panic yet, but I did need to have a plan to get out of my predicament. My dick still unhelpfully twitched and throbbed away inside the cage. Twitch.

It seemed unlikely that I would be able to get to London. Hotels were shut and the Police were turning away non-essential workers from the tube stations. Getting to James on Wednesday evening was just not going to happen, even if he turned up. It would be a long 2-hour drive both ways to find this out. I didn’t bother preparing in my mind an explanation I could give to The Police for my 50-mile car journey if I were stopped and asked where I was going.

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Seen and Unseen – Part 1

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By Steellock

Seen

I am walking down the pavement following my partner. We are headed to the park for our daily exercise in these freaky times of Covid Lockdown.

What you see is the Skinhead that I have been for a good 10 years.

My buzz cut hair, wide shoulders in a bleached Levi jacket over black Lonsdale polo shirt, my 32 inch waist supporting bleached Levi 501s held up by a wide, thick black belt and finished with a short turnup about half way down my calves so you can see the tight, white laced, black Grinders boots. The regulations on Covid protection mean that I am wearing a neck sleeve scarf pulled up over my nose. It covers my neck and face with a camouflage design.

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One Year – Part 30

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By Taurus

Part 30 – “Let’s Go Home”

“James, I -”

“I know, Master. If you’re looking for a place to live, come with me. I have a mansion I live alone in. It’s kind of sad, really.”

“What about after that? I can’t just rely on you.”

“I’ll think of something back at the company. Just wait for my good news.”

“I’m in your debt, my boy.”

“No. This is for everything you’ve given me. Now let’s go home, Master.”

The talk barely took a minute. James had everything planned from the moment Russell entered the door to the director’s office.

As they exited, Director Daniel was waiting.

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