Initial Slave Training Session

By bossox

i had contacted Master via the Recon site. i travel to Chicago fairly often and we agreed to meet one free afternoon that i had during my trip. i explained to Him what interested me and after several back and forth emails, it seemed like we might be a good fit. Master is a definitive top, strict and demanding but He assured me that He was safe and would respect my limits, but with a view towards generally expanding them. This gave me a great deal of comfort.

As to my interests, they’re your normal, run-of-the-mill slave sort of things:

  • Bondage and discipline of course – preference is for leather cuffs, steel handcuffs and other restraints, and chains rather than rope. i like punishment in the form of flogging and straps as opposed to spanking.
  • Uniforms – military and police.
  • Dress socks – particularly black OTCs. This is perhaps a bit beyond the run-of-the-mill stuff but they are so exciting. Suits too (probably a form of the uniform thing).
  • Scenes – military and prison.

The trip seemed to take forever between various meetings. Finally, the agreed time came and i drove to Master’s suburban home. i was a bit nervous and could feel my hear beating. But it was exciting too.

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Doug’s Machine

By slavebladeboi

“C’mon, strip!”

“Aw, not again, Doug.”

“Yeah. You know the plan. I make them, you try them.”

My partner for the last three years was Doug. He was an ‘artist in metal,’ at least that’s what his internet site says. In fact he makes the most amazing and clever metal bondage items to order or off the shelf that anyone can imagine. As his partner, I get to try them out to see if there are any rough edges or something that looks good on paper is simply an arse to get on or into.

“OK, but I was in the middle of your new ad for the site.”

“That’s fine, you’ll get plenty of time before Monday.”

My day job in IT brought in the regular money, while his skill brought in shed loads at times and nothing for the rest of the year.

“C’mon, strip here and get over into the workshop. You’ll be amazed.”

I usually was, it’s true. I heard him welding, sawing and hammering for the past few days, sometimes until midnight or more. Whatever was there now must be a real work of art.

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The New Cadet – Chapter 2

By Chain Slave

I arrived in Columbia a couple of hours early so decided to go and have my hair cut. As usual the barber was a talkative person who worked as he spoke. Being new in town it soon came out in the conversation that I was assigned to the precinct there. Before long my head was shaved on the sides and back in a neat tight military style.

I arrived at the precinct on time for the afternoon shift change and was shown into the meeting where the day’s cases were to be discussed. All went smoothly as can be expected. I was introduced to the guys in the shift. Steve, the officer running the meeting, said he would be partnering me on the first few shifts to assess me. I was naturally nervous as I slid into the squad car. The officer climbed into the drive seat and as we took off he said, “My brother said he would be sending me a hot one.”

I felt myself turn red and glanced at him. I could see the similarities in two brothers. The shift went smoothly and we had about an hour to go when a call came through to attend to a house break. We arrived on the scene as most of the other police were leaving. We took a look around the scene and decided to leave as everyone had already gone. As I stepped on one of the floorboards I heard a hollow sound and stopped.

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You’re in No Position to Negotiate – Part 02

By nyc49

I wanted to get the chastity device out of the house. Who knew when someone would come by unannounced and start snooping? Plus, I had to admit that I wanted the temptation far away from me. The Sunday after I got the key back and was able to unlock myself, I e-mailed Ted:

“How can I send the CB back to you? I don’t have your mailing address.”

He wrote back pretty quickly:

“You need to bring it back in person. Are you free next weekend?”

“Yes, no plans.” Maybe he would have time for another bondage session – I could win in more ways than one.

“You promised you would get it back to me according to my instructions. You have to bring it back to me locked on yourself.”

This didn’t sound so bad.

“OK. When and where shall we meet?”

“There’s more. You need to be locked up, but you have to send me the key in advance.”

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Big muscular thug Brad gets tied up

Here’s another one from BreederFuckers — for you guys who like to see muscle get dominated.

Big muscular thug Brad struts around like everyone in the world should worship him. Just because someone gave him a bailiff’s badge he thinks he has the right to be a bullying cunt. He barges his way into the BreederFuckers lair and makes demands as if he owns the place. While this enforcement officer checks out Adrian’s valuable goods, Adrian checks out this big fucker’s body. It’s impossible to resist an arrogant bastard in a uniform. With a little sly help from Dave, Brad is caught and strung up like a wild beast. Now they’ve got the fucker where they want him, Dave can take his time stripping him fully naked and pervily groping his body all over. It slowly sinks into this fucker’s thick head that he’s trapped. No amount of useless warnings or pleading will stop us now they have got their hands on him. Dave swallows his cock, stimulating him against his will till he’s got a big fat stiffy. Now he’s filled with shame knowing a man is getting him off! They tame this massive hetero prick, invading his arsehole and blowing him at the same time. This barrage of stimulation totally fucks with his head so he doesn’t understand whether he hates it or wants it!

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