A column …
Personal thoughts of a sadistic Master
Hello my dear readers,
Each single lash of the whip made him moan and he was fighting against the pain and he wanted to show, how hard he was and how well, he could take it. I am sure, he also wanted to show, how strong he was, because of pride. Don´t let this Massa see, how much it hurts you. Don´t give him that pleasure. I will not let him break me.
How wrong he was. The lashes continued on his body. And it turned me on to whip him. Each time when the end of the whip hit this wonderful black, inferior body his muscles started working. He started to move, thinking he could avoid the next hit. His muscles on his back were so clearly visible and I enjoyed to see his muscles moving, trying to avoid, what was unavoidable. He managed to take the first 5 lashes from my bullwhip pretty well. During the next 5 lashes he started to move more. Well, he tried to. But the lashes hit him and I realised that his knees got weak. He sank more towards the ground but managed to get up again after every lash of the whip. I decided to go on. He is a young, healthy and well-trained nigger slave and he is able to handle this. And even if he is not, then he has to learn to take this kind of treatment. It´s part of his new identity, part of his new life, part of what he will become from now on. The next 5 lashes impacted on his body. The noises of pain got louder. His moaning got louder. I stood behind him, I couldn´t see his face but these 32 years of training slaves taught me how to read a body. And I could almost see his thoughts. 15 lashes already. When will it end? How much more will I have to take? Can I take it, or will I faint? And if I faint, will it stop him from going on? The try to show how strong he is, the try to take it all with pride and don´t let me see any weakness, that was already past. He was now in a state of mind where his head started to rotate. After 15 lashes the endorphins flooded his body. Yes, the lashes continued to arrive but it didn´t feel that painful anymore. Yes, it was painful for him, no doubt, and he probably started to hate me at this point of time for going on, but I wanted him to accept the whip as a part of his new life. And he needed to learn and to understand, that it was his owner, his Massa, who decided, when he had enough. The next 5 lashes impacted. But the nigger slave boy took it well. He had the ability to take more. So I decided, to give him more. I went close to his head and whispered in his ear: “10 more to go, nigger.”
For a second his eyes got big like the size of ping-pong balls, but he also knew, that there was nothing, that he could do or say, to change this. Desperation set in. His well being was now in the hands of someone else. An other man now decided over his well-being. A man, that he was ordered to call Massa, a man he was forced to serve, a man that humiliated him and called him names, racist names. He now reached a point, where he started to accept, what was done to him. He started to understand, that he got enslaved and there was nothing, that he could do about it. He was naked, chained and collared and he got beaten and tortured. Fighting it, or even making this man angry by not obeying him would only end in more pain. It had no sense anymore to fight it. It had no sense anymore to show resistance or pride. It slowly got in his head, that it was the best, to accept what was done to him, to accept that he was sentenced to real slavery.
10 more lashes landed on his inferior, brown body. Then I stopped it. I saw, that I had reached my goal. He was accepting, that he was a slave now. And he understood, who was in charge of everything concerning him. I put the single tail bullwhip away and went to the nigger slave. I let my hands glide over his freshly whipped back and enjoyed the magic that just had happened.
Question: Magic happened? What magic had happened?
Answer: When a slave gets bullwhipped for the first time in his life, it always creates a very special and strong bond, between the slave, who gets bullwhipped for the first time in his life and the man who whips him. It is a unique situation and experience for both and the bond that is created through it, can hardly be described. But it is something beautiful. It’s very intense, intimate and super special. It’s something you have to experience yourself to fully understand it. And if a nigger gets bullwhipped for the first time in his life, it is even more intense. Having the history of black slavery and the use of whips on these black slaves in your head, might give you an idea of what I try to describe. But it is not about the history alone. It is about this chemistry between the slave and the master that is created through the act of bullwhipping the slave for the first time in his life.
It is a very strong and special bond that is created. And this bond had now been created between us.
I enjoyed it when I felt the welts on this wonderful black, muscled body. He cringed again as I touched him. And I have to admit that it put a grin in my face. My hands went to his head, to his lips. He knew what he had to do. Willingly he showed his teeth. I didn’t need to say anything anymore. It now happened automatically. He had made a first progress. He now accepted what he was, and he now tried to please me the best he could. But it was time for the next step. “Open your mouth nigger!” . Immediately his jaw opened wide. I put one finger on his upper teeth and one on his lower teeth and pulled his mouth wide open. Checking his teeth like it was done with cattle wasn’t enough anymore. I now checked his teeth also from the inside. Even more degrading. I then decided to give him a break and put him in the cage. His hands got secured again and the door of the cage got locked. “I will be back soon. Don´t try to run, nigger!” With a laughter I left the dungeon, switched of the light and enjoyed a coffee and some cigarettes upstairs. It gave me a boner knowing that he wouldn´t be able to sit on his ass, cause that ass was still in pain from the treatment before. I wondered for a second in what position he would wait for my return but that thought disappeared a second later cause it really didn´t matter. I am absolutely sure, if that new slave of mine would have known what he would have to face next, he would have been even much more desperate. But of course he had no clue what was coming next.
I enjoyed another coffee and some cigarettes and then went to the living room to watch some TV. Meanwhile it was 19:15 o’clock. His training had started around 16:00 o’clock and that poor little nigger boy already went through so much. He already cried one time and I had to caress him and to give him some solace. At that point of time he needed a touch and he needed to know that he started to serve well. So I told him exactly that and caressed him. And that was exactly what he needed badly. He almost immediately felt better and relaxed much more. He was now ready to let himself fall totally. The first resistance was broken, and he had learned, that it was better for him to accept and to serve and to please me the best he could. And as strange as it might sound now, he also learned, that I really cared about him. When he was close to be totally exhausted his Massa came and caressed him, gave him solace and made sure he was mentally ok. Definitely something that he didn’t expect. At least not in this form, after that treatment. 45 minutes later I returned to the dungeon.
I opened the cage and told the nigger slave, to lay down on the bench. I ordered him to lay on his back. I secured his manacles with some handcuffs to the bench. I didn’t want him to be able to move too much. Then I went to a box and put out one electro device. Of course he saw what I brought to the bench and he immediately said, that he was afraid of electro and didn´t like it. I explained to him that this electro device was powered with a 9-Volt block battery and that it couldn´t do any damage to him. I also explained him, that I want him to go through that treatment and told him, that he might even start to like it. I placed some pads on his balls and then started to put it on. On the lowest level you don’t feel anything and that was exactly what he felt. Nothing. His face expression was very skeptical, and I went to his head, put one of my hands on his cheeks and explained him again that he didn’t need to have any fear. I then fucked up his mind by asking: “You want to be a good nigger slave, right? You don’t want to disappoint your Massa, or? Nigger?” Almost automatically he replied: “No Massa!”
“Good boy. That´s how I like it.”
I went back to the device and increased the power. The first electro shocks went through his balls. I increased the power again and now I could see the pain on his face. I enjoyed it. It is one of the most humiliating things that you can do to a male slave; to torture his manhood. His most private parts were totally exposed now, and he was bound to a bench, not able to move, and there was nothing that he could do about it. Again. Yes, it’s a hard treatment that he had to face but he needed to learn that even his manhood wasn’t his anymore. His balls and dick were now property of his Massa. His dick and balls weren’t anymore, for having any sexual pleasure but for torture and punishment. And it was me who decided if he got his dick locked away or not. This is a thing that each single slave has to learn. And I would make sure that this nigger slave would learn this lesson too. And the lesson just started. I increased the power of the electro device again and this time he was in real pain. I let the shocks enter his balls for over 2 minutes. Than I turned the device off and gave him some minutes to recover. I lighted up a cigarette and switched the device on again. This time I would turn it off after I finished my cigarette. And a cigarette length is usually about 7 minutes. While the nigger slave boy was covered with electro shocks on his balls, I enjoyed the cigarette combined with the view on the suffering nigga. He was fighting against the pain or was he fighting to be able to take it and to satisfy me with his suffering? Who cares?! He was sweating like hell. The whole bench was already wet and soaked with his sweat. That’s a phenomenon I have never ever witnessed before but each time that this nigga slave was in pain, he started to sweat like hell. But I like that. His sweat makes his muscular, black body shine like he was just oiled up to be presented at an auction block. Actually it was something that turned me on big time and almost gave me an instant boner. It was a damned nice view and of course that motivated me to go even harder on him. I wanted him to be totally wet of his own sweat. I switched the shocks off. But just for some seconds and then turned it on again. Full power. He was making loud noises of pain and in his face, I saw that his desperation grew. He was totally exhausted. That was the moment I was waiting for. I wanted him to be totally exhausted. I turned off the electro device, removed the pads and grabbed a towel. He needed to be dried. Otherwise he could get a cold and get sick and that is the last thing that I want for a slave. I need my slaves healthy and strong. Only when they are healthy and strong, they can take all the treatment and only then they are able to satisfy my sadistic needs.
I unlocked the handcuffs and freed his wrists. He probably had the hope that his torture would come to an end now. How wrong he was. “Turn around nigger. Lay down on your stomach.” He obeyed immediately and turned around. I fastened his wrists again with the handcuffs to the bench. As he laid there, totally exhausted I went to his head, touched it and whispered in his ear: “We are not done yet!” I grabbed the cane. His ass was still sore, but he needed to be totally broken. It is an essential thing to break a slave. And especially nigger slaves need to be broken right away. The cane hit his ass again. And he was screaming. Another stroke followed and he started to moan. With a broken voice he was almost whispering. “Please Massa, have mercy. Please Massa!” When he saw that I hauled off again he just said: “Oh god no! No, no, no, please!” Another hit on his ass followed. His ass turned into a lot of different colours during the whole session. First it was brown, then it went to light red and then it turned to deep red. Now his ass was black. He cried. He sobbed, cried, screamed as more strokes hit his nigger slave ass. Then I stopped. He was broken. There was no resistance left anymore. I had him, where I wanted to have him. Totally broken and giving up any form of resistance. Now he was willing to submit totally. There was almost no reaction anymore when I touched his body. His body didn’t shiver anymore. He was just letting all happen. My hands glided over his entire body. I touched his sore ass and enjoyed to feel the welts. Then my hands glided up to his back and also here I could feel the traces that the bull whip had left. I liked it. No, I loved it. This muscular buck was now totally broken, and he would now make a brilliant nigga slave. And he looked good as he was laying there on the bench. Totally exhausted and covered with all the welts and wounds. This was something that he never had experienced before. I was absolutely sure about this fact. Meanwhile it was 20:45 o´clock. I had worked on him for 4 hours and 45 minutes and he was done. I gave him some rest. I unfastened the nigger slave from the handcuffs that had secured him to the bench and ordered him to get up and to walk to one of my wooden pillories. He obeyed. No sign of resistance or hesitation anymore. That nigger was definitely broken. I locked him in that pillory where I had led him to and enjoyed the look at his body.
I grabbed the leather paddle and gave him some more strokes with it. Then I changed to the cane again and gave him like 10 more strokes on his ass. He was crying now for the second time this day. And now it was really enough.
I decided to take that nigger with me in my living room. Might seem weak but he needed now some time to recover and I wanted to have him near me for several reasons. The first reason was, that I wanted to see how he was doing. He needed to be observed now. This kind of treatment is like running a marathon. It is super exhausting for the body, and I needed to make sure to be near him, in case that his body should collapse or anything else. Yes, I am a sadist, but I am also responsible and take care of my slaves after I used them for my satisfaction and goals. As strange as it might sound but I love my slaves. The after care is even the most important thing when training a slave. A slave needs to trust that his master will take care of him after he gave him hell for hours. And only when this deep trust is there, between the slave and his owner, the slave is able to let himself totally fall and serve the best he can. And I wanted to make the best nigger slave out of this nigger because he has the potential to become a super slave. The second reason why I wanted him near me is to be able to touch him. But this time gently and caring. Caressing his face, his cheeks and telling him, that he did very well and that I was deeply satisfied with him. And the third reason, why I wanted to have him near me, was, that I wanted to feel his bulging nigger lips on my white, superior dick. I wanted him to suck my dick and give me some pleasure.
We entered the living room and he behaved, like I was hoping that he would behave. I just gave him a finger sign and he immediately understood that I wanted him in front of my couch. I was laying down on the couch and told him to go into the praying position. The praying position is the same position that Muslims use when they pray. The head is on the ground, the ass is up in the air and the hands are stretched out next to the head. I started to grab his balls and pulled and squeezed them. He was howling with a pitched-up voice. He now sounded like a real nigger fag. Those noises that he made were amusing me. I loved these sounds. I ordered him to turn around. He now was kneeling, his face towards me. I opened my pants and got my dick out. I didn’t need to say anything. He absolutely knew what was expected from him. He immediately started to suck my soft dick. I love the feeling of bulging nigger lips on my dick and this nigger slave is very talented in that service. I watched some TV, he sucked my dick for some moments, and I was deeply relaxed and satisfied. He is a brilliant nigger and he now knows his place and role in my presence. He didn’t even try to touch or use any furniture. He was always on the ground and he obeyed very well. He recovered more each minute. And the most important thing was, that he was totally calm and relaxed. Some time later I noticed that he started to shiver. He was freezing. He was still naked, and it was not too warm in my living room. So I decided to take him upstairs in my bedroom. I ordered him to lay down in my bed. I enjoyed to have this beautiful nigger slave next to me in my bed. I touched his muscled body, squeezed his nipples and balls a bit and played with the body of my new inferior nigger slave. After some time he wasn´t freezing anymore. We stayed for some time in my bed and talked about all the things that had happened to him. But I could see that he felt well and secure with me. He was deeply relaxed and also kind of happy that he went through all this treatment and handled it absolutely perfect. And of course he was happy that he satisfied my needs and desires. He was proud of it and he had every reason to be proud. During our chat he said, he was hoping that the next day would be as intense as this day was for him. I looked in his eyes and told him, that the next day would definitely be also intense for him. But before that day would arrive, he would first have to go through the night. Little did he know what he had to face and how hard it would be for him. After some time I decided that it was time now, to prepare him for the night.
To be continued….