At first I want to apologise for not having been that active with writing articles for the last 3 weeks but I didn’t know what to write about. I had one of these typical writer’s block and everyone who is earning money with writing articles knows that this is a horrible situation. At one hand you want to write something cause your followers are expecting it and on the other hand you don’t want to deliver trash. And I am a person that likes to deliver good stuff so I decide to let my followers wait a little bit until the good ideas for an article come back. I hope you will understand that a little bit.
Well and even now I am not really sure where this article will lead us. I could tell you about my most extreme experience with a slave. Well that’s a story that is now almost 15 years back in the past but that relationship was so extreme and he and me went through a lot of extreme things. Starting with the fact that he was the first slaved that got marked with a slave tattoo and followed by the fact that the same slave got castrated, followed by a sex changing surgery and is now living as a woman.
Or I could tell you about my way to do CBT, why I like it so much and my future plans about it.
Or maybe you would like to know about the current situation with my slaves and the future plans about it?
So some feedback about things you would like to read about or to discuss about would be so welcome and appreciated by me right now
I still have no idea what to write about this time but maybe I should start with my most extreme experience with a slave.
What I will write about today happened about 15 years back in the past. At that point of time I was 32.
I got contacted by a white slave that was 5 years older than me. He was born in the Swiss, lived for many years in Portugal ?? and had just moved with his husband from Portugal to Germany ??. His husband wasn’t really into SM and so he was looking for a master with whom he could have some fun. We agreed to meet and there he was. Taller than me, about 190cm, black hair (my favourite hair colour), a well defined body, a muscled chest and big beautiful nipples. A real dream of a man and super submissive and very well educated.
We started to meet very regularly. Every weekend we met and we also started to meet during the week. He was very good in taking pain and especially nipple torture and CBT was something he could handle very well. We played around very often and because he was so open and at the same time so curious about new things we also tried a lot of things that were new for him but also for me. With that slave I tried saline for the first time and many, many other things. He was also the slave with whom I did my first SM Party. He helped me a lot to organise it and thanks to him it was a big fun and a big success back in 2005.
Rene’, that was his name, and I stayed a master and slave couple for about more than 5 years and I even moved in into the house where he lived with his husband.
At one point of time I told him that I would like to mark him as my property. He agreed to it and we both decided that a tattoo would be a good way to mark him. I am a big fan of dragons. I am a collector of dragon figures. They are all over my house, as figures or at pictures and even my car is decorated with some dragon ? symbols. So we decided that a dragon in combination with the words “Master Ferdok’s slave” would be a good way to do it. So we organised a date and went to a very professional artist and he got tattooed.
That was a very extreme and special experience for both of us.
One or two years after that experience one day Rene’ came to me and told me that he would like to get castrated. He said he would like to lose his balls because he didn’t want to have this sexual pressure anymore and he also thought it would be a good way to show his submission to me. At first I was very sceptical about it because I really like to play with the balls of a slave and even more important I like to torture the balls of a slave a lot. But the more he talked about it with me the more I realised how important it was for him to really to lose them.
A castration is a very hard medical treatment for the body and of course this had to be done in a clinic and a lot of preconditions were needed to have that done. After some month my slave had found a clinic in Belgium that was was willing to do the change.
The operation went well and after some days of recovery Rene’ was able to leave the clinic. But he didn’t leave the clinic without taking his balls with him. Before the operation he told the doctor he wanted to take his balls home with him in a glass. And they made it happen.
Sadly I couldn’t join him due to work conditions but he got all needed support from his husband. It was a complete new experience for me to own an eunuch. I admit it took me some time to get used to it.
Rene’ and I started to create a running joke. He always said that if his master wanted to play with his balls he just needed to open a drawer and take them out. ? About one year later Rene’ came to me again and told me that he would like to do the rest of the operations. I was quite confused and ask him what exactly he meant and he confessed to me that he always had the feeling to live in the wrong body.
EXCUSE ME??? WHAT?
We had a very long discussion about it and he explained that he felt totally unhappy in his body and he would really like to do a sex change surgery. I was in a state of shock cause it meant that I would lose my absolute dream slave. But of course for me it was also important that my former slave and friend became really happy and I told him that I would of course give him all my support with that.
Well to make a long story short: Also that operation was done. He became a very happy person cause he finally had a body that matched his feelings and desires he had inside of him for so many years.
But I lost the slave of my dreams. He was such a beauty as a man. He really was such a beautiful stud and I really miss that man.
So that was the first and definitely the last castration I have ever been a part off. It was an experience for life but it hurt like fucking hell at the same time. Probably needless to say that the master/slave connection was over after that operation. As a gay man I really can’t have any sex with a woman. We are still in touch with each other but only as friends.
Guess that story of the past is also the main reason that I don’t like crossdressers or sissys nowadays. It brings back to many memories and bad feelings and I don’t want to go through all of that again.
Anyway I wish all my readers and followers all the best and hope for some good feedback to get some inspirations for my next articles. Thanks for reading!
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