i looked through you pages for the first time lastnight. i thought that i would like to share my story with you.
i have been a slave for seven years and six months. In th past i had been promiscuous and not very happy. i guess it was just part of being released from a marriage to a woman and then living throught ten years of realizing that i had made a mistake. a suppressed being gay until 1988 when i no longer could bear the life i was living. The first two years of freedom i had sex with as many different males as possible. In 1990 i hooked up with a guy who became my "Daddy" but i was still promiscuous.
In 1994 our relationship had changed. My art was selling well enough so that i was able to quit my day job. Along with that my Daddy finally realized that i was out fucking around while he was at his business working. It almost caused the demise of our relationship.
It was at that time that our Daddy/son relationship took a more serious turn. i became his slave. The situation was serious. As i was able to stay at home, (we) He owns a farmhouse that sits about a half mile off the road. He stripped me of all my clothing and locked them in an old coal bin in the cellar. He locked a pair of hyatt leg irons around my ankles. This kept me from wandering and yet allow me to go out to my studio which is in a small converted barn behind the house. In the winter i make the trip accross the yard with only a wool robe. It was at that time the he ordered the first chastity belt from Mr.S. i wore that almost constantly while he was at work or unable to keep me in his proximity. It was not the most practicle item and there were problems with defication which took a lot of time to clean up after.
in 1995 he had me measured for one of Mr. Jones's belts. He locked me in it the moment it arrived. After two days of wear i got very testy. It was the cause of very servere punishment. (a paragraph in the slave contract provides for extreme punishment if i speak without obvious respect to him). i didn't exactly love the belt. i managed to live through two years with the belt.
i essentially have moved into an aspect of the relationship in which i no longer consent to many aspects of my life in order to maintain the relationship. This past winter, ten months ago, we visited a friend of his in California who is a Doctor. It was at that time that i was infribulated. i was pierced, somewhat like a P.A. at the base of my penis as well as having my scrotum pierced front to back at the base. It was a surgical procedure that was done while i was tied down.
There were no anesthetics. Surgical tubing was inserted into the openings to keep the holes open during the healing process. During the months of October we visited the Doc again. He inserted a stainlees steel ring in the openings. The ring goes through the openings as in the drawing. He used a very large hydraulic wrench device to close the ring once it was inserted. The only practicle way to remove the ring is to cut a portion of the ring away. i am unable to obtain a full erection, in fact even a slight erection is very uncomfortable and unproductive.
In my mind it is the closest thing to actual and livable chastity without having parts of my anatomy removed. i am commited to living out my life along side the Master. The ring is a permanent part of my anatomy. This has two effects. i am constantly horny and "playing" with another person is futile. i can still ejaculate and in some ways it is even more satisfying than before because it takes so much longer before i get the urge than it did while i was able to have an erection.
Thering creates an unexpected pleasure. When people see it they are either in awe or repulsed by it. i like to watch reactions. The ring is also large enough in mass to set off security alarms in airports. i am somewhat of an exhibitionist so i get a thrill out of being inspected.
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