A column …
Personal thoughts of a sadistic Master
Hello my dear readers,
I wish all my readers a happy new year. In my last column I wrote about my personal look back on 2019. What I didn´t know at that point of time was that 2019 would end with a very big gift for me. I was in touch with a black boy from the Netherlands since about 7 years. We used to chat a lot, skyped from time to time and always had a good chemistry between us. We talked about a lot of personal things and since I saw his recon profile for the first time, I wanted to have that boy in my dungeon, serving me. Well, as I said, we chatted for more than 7 years but never met.
On the 24th of December we chatted via WhatsApp and he wrote to me that he is thinking about visiting me. I asked why he suddenly changed his mind after 7 years of chatting and he replied: ”I really want to start experiencing it as soon as possible.” On the 26th December he confirmed his visit. I offered him to pick him up at the train station of Groningen in the Netherlands because that would make it easier for him and it would also give us some time to talk about his first visit here and about the things that lay ahead of him.
So I did what we agreed to. I drove to Groningen and picked him up at the station. I went to the platform and exactly at the moment I arrived at the platform he already walked in my direction. We saw each other and recognized each other immediately. He was there, he was really there. I got excited. My first nigger slave really arrived. And in my head, I already made plans about his treatment and about his training. Don´t get me wrong now with what I will say. Yes, we chatted, and he confirmed his visit, but things get really real for me, when I see the other person eye to eye. The things start to get real when I see the other person right in front of me. I can´t count the chats I already had in my life where people said they would come and visit me but, in the end, never showed up, for several reasons. All these countless times I drove to a station or airport and no one was there. But now he was there. He stood right in front of me. We hugged each other and then he was asking to go to a shop to get some food. He picked up some things and then we left. He wanted to bring his own food and he wanted to have to eat it out of a dog bowl. That was one of the things he was asking for in our chats. After the shopping we went to my car and drove back to Germany. While I was driving back, I suddenly realized that my fuel was a little bit low and so we had to make a stop to refuel my car. Sadly that meant a little detour. During the drive back to my home he was asking to have a little chat before we would start his training. I realized very well, that he got more and more nervous the closer we came to my home. After we finally arrived, we had the chat he was asking for. I showed him the house and the garden, and we talked about some things. After he felt better, he opened the bag he had brought with him, pulled out a rubber mask, a gag and a leather mask. He said that are toys he doesn´t use for himself anymore and he wanted me to have them. Fantastic. I am always open for that kind of gifts.
After our little chat and after he felt less nervous, I led him into the dungeon. We entered it and he started to look around. I saw his look as he saw the cage, and then noticed how his look wandered through the dungeon. I saw him looking at the gynecological chair, then his look glanced on the bench and then he looked at the wooden pillories, that I have in my dungeon. The next thing I did was showing him the second room of the dungeon because he was asking for it. After he had seen everything, I ordered him to strip, cause I wanted to examine him and to inspect his body. He started to undress, he folded his clothes and put them in one corner of the dungeon. Finally he was naked. I ordered him to come closer and started to inspect him. He was wearing a chastity device and handed the key to it over to me. I started to touch is body. My hands glided over his head and stopped at his face. I checked his big lips, then my fingers started to spread his lips, so that I could check his teeth. And this was my first humiliation to him. Slaves get their teeth checked for two reasons. The first reason is, that you can check the health condition of a slave and the second reason is, that you can find out about the value, that a slave would bring, if you decided to put him on the auction block and sell him. It is done the same way with cattle. And that´s the humiliating thing. The slave gets treated like cattle. Later, after our session ended, he told me in a chat, that he really felt humiliated when I did it to him. Then my hands then wandered to his chest. I squeezed his nipples a bit, but not too much, because he told me he got pierced some time ago and started to change for bigger piercings too early. Now his nipples were still wounded. So I tried to hold back. But I had to touch these wonderful bug, dark nipples. Normally I am not a big fan of piercings on a slave´s body but damned, this nigger really looked good with his piercings. It had something animally, something wild, to see these big, dark nipples, with the piercings. It turned me on big time. My hands went deeper to his belly and from there to his hips. He has a really well-trained body, because he is working out minimum 5 times per week. Fuck, this nigger boy really has everything that turns me on. Fat, bulging nigger lips, big fat, pierced nipples and on top of it a well-trained body and the best part is, that little darky is into race-play on the same level like me. After I inspected him, I told him to take of his chastity device. I tried it myself before but because I wasn´t familiar with the type of cage I couldn´t open it. And I didn´t want to try it too hard, because also his dick got pierced some time ago. Needless to say, that the little nigger boy also was too impatient with his dick and also wanted to go for a bigger PA too early. So also his dick was still wounded. He took of his chastity device. It didn´t take too long and his dick was growing. That nigger was getting hard. I attached some manacles on his wrists and then told him to raise his arms. I attached the manacles to some hooks on the ceiling. There he was now. Tied up, naked, helpless, defenceless and his dick was rock hard. I started to touch his hard dick, started to rub it lightly. Then I grabbed his balls and started to squeeze it. I wanted to see, how he would take it and how he would react to it. He started to moan. I could see, that he tried to act tough. But of course that was just another trigger for me. This little nigger boy wanted to show me how tough he is. Fine. Let´s see at what point he will stop with that show. I began to squeeze his balls harder and it didn´t take long until he started to roll his eyes and I could hear his first pain noises. It was time to do the next step. I went to the one corner in my dungeon, where I store my canes. I took one, went behind him and started to hit his beautiful, dark nigger ass. One strike. He made just a little noise but took it well. Second stroke. Now he started to move his body. Trying to go a little bit forward, trying to make it easier for himself. Bad thing was just that the manacles didn´t allow too much movement. Third stroke. “Uff” and “Argh” were his noises, combined with a little movement again. So we have a little reaction already! Needless to say that I went on. One stroke followed the next and I really went hard on him. That was the moment, when he realized, that he had no control anymore. After some time he started to beg for mercy. It didn´t have any effect on me. Later, after the session was over, he sent me this text:
“I really thought, I had you already under my control because of our talks in the car and upstairs. But your demeaner suddenly changed and nothing I could do could make it stop it. Asking, pleading, shivering, crying, sobbing. At a moment I even thought that pleading just made you hit me harder. And it was just the 2 of us in a dungeon, far away from everyone. I knew I had to do something to make you stop, but nothing was working. And especially why wasn´t it working, since you seem to like me and before that was always my golden card that I could play. Me just knowing that someone liked me was the one thing that I used for my benefit to stay in control and make the other person believe that he has a bit control over me. And you took it all away. You wanted me to come for so many years. So why when I asked to stop, pleaded even to God, you just said that “God cannot help you…..but I am happy now and even after every session, that you bull whipped me (when you saw that my back could take it) and caned me. The strange thing is, that if you are in pain, you want it to stop. But a minute maybe afterwards, you are happy that you got whipped.”
I asked him: “How do you feel now? How does it feel to have given your body to a fucking, german, superior, white Massa?”
He replied: “It felt amazing. The best feeling ever. The only thing that was missing was you speaking german.”
Back to theme. His training went on. After I dished out some heavy cane strokes to his little nigger ass, I changed the instrument. I changed to a nice, big and painful leather paddle. I slapped his ass with this paddle until his ass changed from brown to red to black. While I delivered these beatings to him his body started to shiver. He was fighting. I knew that I already had reached his limits. He started to beg for mercy. He started sobbing. He started to cry. I went on. I wanted him to realize that he has no control anymore and that the mean, sadistic, white, german Massa would only stop, when he is really satisfied with the suffering of his new nigga slave. After some time I stopped beating him and took him off from the ceiling. I directed him to the cage, told him to go inside, closed the door and locked it. Then I ordered him to put his hands trough the bars of the cage and secured his hands handcuffs. I just wanted to make sure, that he wasn´t able to touch his cock and have any sexual pleasure, by touching himself. Than I told him I would go upstairs and return later. I switched off the light and left that caged little Negroe confused and alone in the dark.
Confused? Yes, he just started to realize, that he had never been in control anyhow. And this was the first time in his life, that he ever experienced something like that.
It might sound hard and brutal, but I wanted him, to experience exactly that. I wanted him, to feel the difference between a session, where he was used to use stop words and to be more or less in control of the situation, or even worst, in control of the “master”, and real slave training. The kind of slave training that I offer is different to what most masters offer or do with their slaves. In my dungeon you get treated like a real slave. I am a sadist, I get verbal, I get insulting and I humiliate you. And you are never in charge of anything.
And he just started to understand all of this. I spent some time upstairs with Max and had a coffee or two. After 45 minutes I returned to the dungeon. I unlocked his handcuffs, unlocked the door from the cage and got him out. I ordered him back to the place, where his training started. I fastened his manacles on the ceiling of the dungeon again and then I stood in front of him and asked him, how he was doing. He said, he was okay. And he was right. He was afraid of the things that would come now, and, of course, he still was in pain because of his ass. But as he stood there in front of me, his dick got hard again. I didn´t even touch his dick after I got him out of that cage. But that nigger got a hard dick again. I circled around his naked, and vulnerable body and started to touch his ass. He cringed when my hands just touched his but cheeks. I really just touched his wound ass but obviously that was already enough to give him some pain. I put my head next to his left ear and then whispered these words: “Now you will get bullwhipped, nigger boy.” I took one of my single tail bull whips, did a first very, very soft strike. The first swing of the bull whip is always for aiming reasons. After I had found the perfect position, I started to bull whip my new nigger slave. I gave him like thirty lashes and I really have to say, that I was deeply impressed, how well he took the first bull whipping in his life. Damned, that nigger boy was really made for the whip. Yep, he definitely was born, to get enslaved and to get treated, like his ancestors were treated. And believe it, or not, this nigger stayed hard during all the time he got whipped.
To be continued…
Yours Massa Ferdok