I went into the house, and the guy was there. the slave was working, as usual, naked except for a collar and a padlock around its cock and balls – something its owner had put on it the day he had taken it as his slave. The day I left for California, I showed up at his house. I had already made plans to move to California, so I figured that was not a problem. I talked to him about it, and he said he was amenable to transfering ownership of it to me – provided I get it out of town and he would never have to see or hear from it again. And the guy who owned this one wnated to dispose of it. So I had already figured out that, if I was going to have a slave, I was probably going to end up with a male slave. And even at 24, I had realized that women, for the most part, make lousy slaves – there is just WAY too much baggage between men and women. My sexuality is predominantly straight, but for me, the biggest turn on is the control and domination of a slave. I had known there were guys who thought of themselves as “slaves’ but this one really was a slave, kept naked and chained, forced to do anything that it was told to do, forced to do chores, etc. the slave did all the work, cleaned the house, did all the chores, was whored out to anyone who wanted it – it was pretty fucking amazing, and pretty heady for me (I was not very experienced at that time). I often saw him fucking young college students at his parties, and the slave was ignored by him, except when he felt like beating or torturing it. He was really into younger guys, and I think the fact that the slave was now 21 made it way too old for him. I started going over pretty often to use it – the guy stopped charging me, and I would just show up any time I was horny (back then that was pretty much all the time!) The other slave disappeared (I never knew what happened to it), and after a while the guy started talking about “disposing” of the younger slave. The older one was blond and pretty hot, but the younger one, who was dark and had a hairy chest and thick dark hair on its head, was more attractive to me. This guy owned two slaves, who were quite often the focus of the parties. At the time, I identified as straight, but the idea of having unlimited sex, and of dominating guys, was very appealing to me. He charged a small cover charge, but it was so much better than driving an hour to the nearest bath house or good gay bar, so I started going there. There was this guy, an older (53) guy who had gay sex parties all the time at his house – I mean, every fucking night (and every night fucking). At the time, I was 24 years old, and living in a college town in Massachusetts. Do you still remember how has this relationship started?
You are owning now your slave for more than 30 years now. An Interview with Master Mike who is living with his slave for more than 30 years now.