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Skinheads and Legionnaires

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By CREUSS

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stories by CREUSSI have been serving the Foreign Legion for 7 years, aged 17 to 24. After a couple of years of Service I was a Brigadier Chef, the equivalent of a Corporal. With a couple of mates, Legionnaire or Lance corporal or Corporal, we used to have a night leave at times, and we were enjoying spending our free evening in a Café by the old Roman Theatre. Place was quiet and the owner was rather friendly, as were customers.

When there, we used to have a quiet table at the rear of the café, rather cut from the rest of the crowd. When we were 3 or 4 we used to have at least one row each paying for some beer, so we could have four beers each in one evening, often double of this amount!

You know that legionnaires are not allowed to wear casual clothes at any time when in their first contract. So every time we were having a leave we had to leave the barracks in “tenue de sortie,” our equivalent of number 2 dress. We were not allowed to be outside of the barracks on a leave in combats, too.

One night I was with two of my mates, Legionnaire Mike T., an Englishman, and Brigadier Gary S., a Scot. They were a little it older than me, not much, but still. I was 19 and half myself, just back from the NCO school and to become a Marechal des Logis soon, the cavalry equivalent of a Sergeant!

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The Story of Dax – Chapter 09

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By TheBadOne

Before he leaves, Trevor locks the end of my armbinder to a ring on the floor, then shackles my legs together, and locks those to the ring too. He walks out wordlessly, leaving me in a puddle of his piss, moaning uncontrollably as I lay on my side in a strict hogtie. And then nobody else comes. I don’t hear anything except a drip of water from somewhere, echoing loudly into the space I’m in.

I think back to my lengthy sleepsack scene with Master Shephard. He told me that he was leaving me plenty of slack so that I could last, but I even thought that was tight. Now I realize that if this is the standard for tight bondage, the amount of wiggle room I had that night was in fact, comparative freedom. I long for it, for even the tiniest amount of purchase, for the ability to flex my arms even slightly, to be able to make any sound at all other than a pathetic, gagging, drooly sob.

As the minutes pass and my eyes continue to adjust to the dim light, I suddenly realize that there’s a mirror on the ceiling above me. I look up at it and see the gimp I’ve been turned into. Even alone, I’m humiliated. Vega was right, I thought I was some kind of a hot-shot, and I got put in my place.

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Gimp training with NYMaster and gimpND

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Check out these pictures from NYMaster, in which he puts gimpND through a 21-day non-stop training and transformation!

Gimp training with NYMaster and gimpND

 

NYMaster has posted a 12-part video series on XTube that documents gimpND’s transformation into a gimp then into an “omega” (absolute lowest) slave. NYMaster writes, “Nothing was faked or staged and the video was taken as it happened.”

See the video series on Xtube (requires signup).

The series is titled “gimpND returns: gimp to omega.”

His website is here.

Thanks, NYMaster, for sharing these pictures and information!

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The Devil – Part 1

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By Mister-X/Spartan

I slowly started waking up. I started to stretch my arms out in front of me, and realized that I couldn’t. When I opened my eyes to figure out why, I remembered that I was tied tightly to a chair, my wrists cuffed behind my back. As I started feeling the cuffs on my ankles and the tight ropes tying me, as well as the gag that was preventing me from opening my mouth, my cock started getting erect. I couldn’t see him because I was blindfolded, and I didn’t hear a sound. My memory started recalling what had happened.

I had recently moved to this city, and didn’t know anyone I could play with. After I’d gotten settled, I started checking out sites to see if I could find someone suitable. I’m a bottom, and have had a fair amount of experience with tops. I figured I knew the catchwords to look for to distinguish those who were just looking for a slave from those who were genuinely interested in playing.

This guy came across on his site as someone who was genuinely interested in playing, despite his internet name, ‘the_devil.’ But with that name, I was intrigued. I decided to meet up, telling him that I didn’t play with anyone until I got to know them better. We met at a nearby restaurant, and discussed desires over dinner, which I had told him I would treat him to. Remembering now, I did most of the talking. He seemed to agree with everything I said, being very nice and accommodating, saying that it was also what he wanted. I realize now that I was too eager to find someone that would get me what I wanted.

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Lucky Cup – Chapter 6

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By GratDelay

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Sometime after our lunch talk, I decided not to put Aaron through another public humiliation at the hands of the team. Our pranks on each other had… changed. So, change of plans. What could I do to him before we got him back to a private place? There wasn’t much to do that was more extreme than the total helplessness and uncontrollable stimulation… I guessed I could spice things up a little bit, given that he’d be in the locker room.

In the hour before practice, I tweaked and saved some programs. Then it was just a matter of waiting until my last class was out.

Aaron was already in his equipment room when I got to the Sports Center. I ignored him and geared up. But first I sabotaged my own shoulder pads.

Once at practice, it only took one drill for my pads to fall apart. Coach sent me over to the bench for Aaron to fix them. He was already opening up his kit, but I told him quietly, “Tell coach you need to take me back to the locker room to fix this.” He looked at me like he was trying to figure out if he really wanted to go along with it, then he shrugged and did as he was told. We headed back to the locker room. I went to my locker and got the buckle I had removed. In a few seconds my pad were as good as new. Aaron just stood watching me anxiously.

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The Story of Dax – Chapter 03

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By TheBadOne

Chapter 3 – Habituating

I can feel that my hair has gone completely wet with sweat. My abs are sore, like I’ve done a thousand crunches, or held a plank position for an hour. I haven’t been able to open my mouth thanks to the duct tape, but even still my voice is hoarse from all the screams I stifled early on.

And yet, I’m handling it.

Call it my submissive super power. When I’m on the edge of my limits, when I want to take it but it’s just a bit too much, something happens. My brain, that is, my rational thinking process, just splits off from my physical body. I still feel everything, but my reactions are now within my control — no more violent jerking, no more endless agony. Every few seconds, a jolt of lightning shoots through me the same as before, but I’m busy being programmed.

At some point, my response to Master Shephard owns your body switched from “Master Shephard owns my body” to “Master Shephard owns this body.” I don’t remember deciding to do that, but it makes intuitive sense. If he owns it, it’s not my body. It, and I, belong to him.

As if on cue, as I have that thought, Master enters the room. When the final cycle through the most intense shocks completes, it stops completely. I feel him unlock the sack and remove the electro gear. I feel completely numb as he handles me, then locks the sack over me once again.

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The Story of Dax – Chapter 01

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By TheBadOne

Chapter One – At Attention, On Display and Isolated

I’m standing at attention. I don’t know what that means for the army, or anyone else for that matter, but when Master has decided that I’m to stand at attention, this is what it means for me.

First, I strip naked if I’m not already. I can’t just throw my clothes in a pile, either. I have to fold everything as I remove it and make a tidy stack, so that it draws out the undressing process longer. My posture is ramrod-straight, every muscle tightly holding me in the most upright possible position. My eyes are straight forward and not to move, even slightly, no matter what else is going on. My legs are apart- only slightly more than hip width apart. Not wide enough that it’s an obvious show of submission, but enough that it’s wider than I’m used to, and he has easy access to every inch of my body. And, I hardly need to add, I’m to keep my lips shut until I’m given permission to make any sort of noise.

It sounds hot, and easy. Which, sure, at first it’s easy. In the beginning you feel your sexiest and most confident in your submission when you are at attention, and master is appraising you- praising you, too, for your successful fitness routine, your painstaking grooming to make sure you’re a specimen both while at play and in the general public. One day he leaves the room while I’m at attention, coming back shortly with a glass of water for himself. A few days later, he’s pulled away from minding you for a business call. He puts you at attention in the corner while he takes a fifteen minute call. You feel like a sexy statue, your erection saluting your master for every second as you focus on your posture.

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