A column by Master Ferdok about his way to live the sm with brain and heart.
Dear fetish lovers,
I can’t remember that I have chatted for such a long time with a slave than I did with this one. It’s a slave from italy and me and him are chatting since years. Since I first saw pictures of him I wanted to have him as my slave in my dungeon. It must be about 7 or 8 years now since I started to chat with him. We don’t chat daily. Sometimes we chat once per week, sometimes only once per month but since almost 8 years we are in regular contact.
In those 8 years he told me almost everything that was going on in his life. We talked about the problems he had with his first master, we talked about his desires and dreams that he had about SM and about everything else you can imagine.
In january this year he agreed that it was time now to visit me and in one of our chats he was asking me if it would be ok for me if he and his master who is also his partner would come together to visit me. Of course it was no problem for me and so we agreed to a special date.
As I already mentioned the slave and his master are both from italy and so they arrived with a plane to Amsterdam Schiphol. Amsterdam Schiphol is about 3 hours away from my home but for people who really want to meet me and for people I am interested in it is no problem for me to drive to Amsterdam. Sometimes Amsterdam is cheaper and better to reach than the airport of Bremen which is only about one hour distance by car from my house. So I went to the airport of Amsterdam to pick both of them up.
Before I picked them up the master of the slave sent me some text messages in which he pointed out what things are ok for the slave and what things are no goes. And I knew from some chats before that the master was also experienced in SM and that he wanted to give his slave the chance for some new experiences with a master colleague. So all three of us were ready for some new experiences. And that’s exactly what we made.
Right after the arrival at my house I showed both of them where they could sleep and right after the luggage was stored I suggested that all three of us should go down to the dungeon to start what they came for. The slave wanted to go to the toilet to put on his cb but I told him that I didn’t want to see a cb on him now. I told him to go down to the dungeon and to strip of all his clothes. And he did exactly that.
So there he stood. Finally. Now I saw him in all his glory. Shorter than me, very defined body, no body fat at all, dark nipples, some but not too much chest hair. Such a nice piece of meat. I went closer to him. I absolutely enjoyed what I saw right in front of me. I started to lay my hands on his body. I first checked his face, moved his head a bit to the right than to the left and than my hands started to explore his body. My hands glided nearly automatically to his chest hair and from there to his nipples. I started to squeeze them softly before my hands glided deeper to his hips and from there to his dick and balls. I started to touch his balls and started to squeeze them very softly. I realised how he cringed because one of his fears was that cbt might get too hard/too violent and I have to admit that I enjoyed seeing him cringe. I went a little bit closer to him and whispered in his ear: “Have some trust slave! And don’t move your body again while you get inspected and examined.” He did as I told him and he didn’t move at all anymore. I went back to his dick and his balls and touched them again for a long time. Than I told him to move around. He started to move but much too quick for my taste and so I just yelled this one word: “Slowly!!!”. He did what I ordered him to do. He turned around really slowly. And I enjoyed to just look at him from all sides.
God what a fucking beauty that boy is.
After he had turned around for 180 degrees I told him to stop. I went again closer to him and now my hands explored his back. I started at his shoulders, than enjoyed his muscled back and than my hands touched his wonderful but cheeks. Perfectly rounded with nice little dimples. I exactly love it this way.
After the inspection was ended it was about time to tie him up. And that’s exactly what I did. I tied him up and told him that he now would get whipped for the first time. I took my softest flogger and started to warm him up. The lashes impacted on his body and he immediately started to fight the pain by moving his body. It was such a nice view as his muscled back started to move. And exactly that was my motivation to go on. Three, four, five more lashes. Each one a little bit harder than the one before. After 20 lashes I changed the flogger. Now I took the one that is really hard. I gave him 10 more lashes and watched how his back turned deep red.
During all this time his master stood next to me, took pictures and watched how I did the things I did. Than I decided that it was enough for now. I led both the master and the slave in my living room and we started to talk a bit. Of course the slave stayed naked the whole time and of course he wasn’t allowed to use any furniture. But the night wasn’t over yet…
To be continued…
I am 47 years old and I am from north-western germany. I am located in a very small city called Leer(Ostfriesland). It’s close to the dutch border. Our next bigger cities are Bremen which is at the same time my nearest airport and Emden. I am married since almost 5 years and I live openly gay. I own a house at the country side here in north-western germany without direct neighbours. My next neighbour is about 100 meters away from my property.
I am into SM for more than 25 years now. I always was a master, active and dominant and sadistic by nature. Let’s start with a very stupid thing I hear over and over again: “You can only be a good master if you have started as a slave”. Sorry but that’s bullshit. All you need to be a good master is a working brain to be able to watch your slaves how they handle things. So don’t let noone tell you that bullshit sentence. It’s simply rubbish.
Every once in a while people ask me what I like and what turns me on. Usually I am tired to answer those questions cause you just need to look at my blog and you can answer it yourself but today I feel like in a mood to write a bit about it. My favourite tool is the bullwhip. I like to tie slaves up in a spreadeagled position and to whip them. It turns me on to see the whip impacting on a slaves body. It turns me on to see the body reacting to the inflicted pain. I like to see how the muscles react and I am curious how much a new slave can take.
I like it rough and extreme. But whatever I do I always do it safe, sane and responsible.
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