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 THE NEW BIRTH - Part 2

   by Psychmstr SykeMstr@gmail.com

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   THE ASSIGNATION

   Well, this slave has to say that was a beguiling way of describing a
scene of intense pain and even torture.  True, it doesn't really regret
having done it; after all, what choice did it have?  it was the one who
wrote the New Birth program and it was only fair and reasonable that when
its age arrived it should also undergo the same procedures it described for
all qualified slaves.



   This slave knows it's not very slavish to say so, but it was proud of
its courage and strength.  it could have flaked out and asked for
anesthesia, but it didn't.  it could have begged for a few more years with
natural balls, but what would be the point?  it knew it wanted to develop
the greatest body it was capable of developing and it wanted to put that
body, and the spirit behind it, into the service of something far greater
than its own physical needs.  its spiritual need was to serve its Master.



   With the New Birth program this slave saw the possibility that it would
be able to give its Master the benefit of 20 or 25 more years of devoted,
high-level service.  it has completed the program even as it writes this
account (at the direction of Master, of course), and as it looks at its
reflection in its Mistress's full-length mirror, this slave must say, it is
one incredibly handsome, sexy and muscular stud.  The New Birth program it
devised for its Master appears to be working successfully if its own
development is any true measure.



   Presently, this slave is standing at "Display." That means it is
standing with its feet approximately three feet apart, hands behind its
head, thumbs just touching the neck, its chest lifted and pelvis thrust
forward, head up, but eyes looking respectfully mid-distance down to the
floor.  The Display is a powerful position for the slave--it is not at all
submissive--and the purpose is to make visible and available to Master all
parts of the slave's body.  This slave is completely nude--as are all
slaves--with its aforementioned cinch ring, PA, navel barbell, and heavy
tit rings.



   The Mistress went ahead and circumcised this slave a month or so after
its ball sack had healed, again without anesthesia, as it asked if it could
give Her further proofs of its willingness to endure any pain that might
increase Her pleasure in this use of its body.



   To that end, She had also ordered that its tongue be pierced for the
insertion of large ball studs and tonight was the first night this slave
would be able to use them on Her body.  slave dave, my surgical assistant,
performed both procedures.



   The sharp reader may note my use just now of the personal pronoun, "my"
in the last sentence.  Master permits certain exceptions to the use of
personal pronouns.  As this slave is an overseer over many other slaves,
and commands even free men and women, Master permits its saying such words
as "my assistant," "my Master," "my slavery," "my slave brother," "my
obedience," etc., although in writing such as this, names of persons of
respect, even personal pronouns referencing them, are always capitalized in
writing, but references to slaves, even at the beginning of sentences, are
always lower case.



   Master's purpose here is not to make communication among His slaves
burdensome.  He generally purposes that a slave presenting itself to His
consciousness, should have its conception of itself reinforced as a piece
of property, as nothing more or less than an object for His use and
disposal.



   With Master's leave, slaves who fully surrender their egos to Him and
maintain a regular and close communication with Him, such as i do, may use
normal speech rather than object-speech, for the sake of clarity and
brevity.  Master frequently treats me as an equal, at least in matters of
speech, and many times in manner as well, when just the two of us are
together.



   The reader unfamiliar with slavery in our society may better understand
this subtle point of distinction if he considers how a dog owner of a much
beloved and prized animal might naturally act playfully toward it--with
lightness of heart and a joyful attitude.  Of course a slave is far more
intelligent than a dog, so the level of mutual play, joy and intelligent
interaction can be far higher.  But just as the dog does not cease being a
piece of property, neither does the slave.



   Slaves such as myself lay under Master's general purpose in permitting
slaves to share His consciousness.  As His right hand, i am at all times
and in all situations to make His life as interesting and as comfortable as
possible for Him, taking into account His mood, surroundings, and the
conditions prevailing in general.  This is Master's Prime Directive.



   Such an injunction is very broad and relieves Master of micro-managing
the lives of His slaves; indeed, as i am in charge of all business and
household matters, after Master and Mistress, that burden falls ultimately
to me, who, in turn, follows Master's philosophy in relation to all
Master's other slaves, serving Master through me.  Master's will, also
through me, extends as well to His employees, but that is an interesting
point to be illustrated later.



   Because Master and i are so well attuned to each other's needs--Master's
my service and surrender; mine, surrendering my ego to Master and serving
His purpose--that i can invariably sense when Master wishes me to revert to
object-speech.  Not infrequently, as will become clear in this account, i
use object-speech to intensify in myself the feeling of being used by
Master as a piece of His property.  Use by Master makes me feel secure,
cherished, and appreciated.



   Master, of course, does not shy away from expressing His joy in the use
of my body and mind, whether He strokes my face when He is relaxing in His
easy chair as i sit on the floor beside Him, or He praises an idea i offer
to Him to increase His wealth or increase the efficiency and productivity
of those He places in my charge.  At times the two of us even carry on
rather extended discussions on this and other matters--so much so that were
i not naked and dressed in a business suit an outsider would have no clue
to the fact i was a slave.



   Suddenly, my Mistress appeared in the large room with its supersized
custom-built bed.  She looked at Her slave.



   "Mistress?"



   "Come over here and prepare me for this evening."



   "Mistress, what would you have your slave do?"



   "Remove these clips and undress me.  By the way, your Master intends to
join us shortly.  I suppose you took the precaution earlier of thoroughly
cleaning yourself out?  Tonight I will have your tongue and that huge thing
between your legs with the fanciful ring at the end, but he will have your
ass."



   "Mistress, your slave has cleaned itself out that Master may use it
thoroughly and not be inconvenienced in any way."



   "Go over to the small table by the entry and retrieve the silver box
that sits there."



   "Mistress, yes, Mistress."



   This slave returned with the box, and set it before Her feet as it
Presented itself to Her, remaining in that position for Her further orders.
(The "Present" position means that the slave enters the consciousness of
its Master on its knees, motionless, not sitting on its legs, knees spread
shoulder-width, arms locked behind its back with each hand clasping the
opposite wrist, chest held strongly, head bowed, eyes down.  Any Present
position is held until ordered to do otherwise.)



   "Open the box."



   "Yes Mistress."



   "What do you see?"



   "Mistress, there appear to be two finely wrought silver chains with
alligator clips at one end and a fastener clip at the other.  Do you wish
that i attach these clips to my tit rings, Mistress?"



   "Yes, precisely.  Take out the chains and fasten the clips."



   "Mistress, Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." i set the box down at Her
feet, took the chains in my hands and attached the fastener to each of my
heavy tit rings.



   "Have you ever had alligator clips attached to your nipples, slave?"



   "Mistress, Yes Mistress.  When Master first trained me, He would put
alligator clips on my nipples while i worked out in the gym.  He said the
pain in my nips would be so great that i would ignore the pains the
training was giving my body.  He also said that, over time, i would get
somewhat used to the nipple pain."



   "Did you?"



   "Mistress, i continued to feel pain, but after a time the pain became
pleasurable to me.  Thank You Mistress."



   "Well, slave, as you can see, the finger-hold on these clips is cleverly
designed to present a very low profile.  Your tit rings will be able to
move up and down over the clamps without touching them.  Tonight I wish to
acclimate their use on your tits by clipping them to your large nipples."



   "Mistress, Yes Mistress.  Thank You Mistress.  Do you wish me to place
my hands in Display position, Mistress?"



   "Yes.  Follow me over to the bed."



   "Mistress, Yes Mistress."



   Mistress walked over and sat at the edge of the bed.  As She gave the
order, i immediately shuffled forward on my knees with my hands behind my
head in display position, chest out, and abs slightly tightened, but my
muscled torso leaned back somewhat from the vertical to make my nipples
more easily visible in the lighting and within the reach of Mistress once
She had seated herself.  Mistress pinched my right nipple with Her long
finger nails and it immediately erected.



   "There's the right alligator taking a little bite . . .  " my eyes
blinked involuntarily with the sharp, breathtaking pain this little bite
took out of my nipple . . .  "and here's the left alligator taking his
bite." Do you feel pain, slave?"



   "Mistress, Yes Mistress, the pain is great.  Thank You, Mistress."



   "Draw near to my lips, slave, and kiss me."



   Keeping my hands in position behind my head i moved my whole upper body
towards Her lips and gently kissed them.  She opened Her mouth and invited
my probing tongue and i probed Her responsive lips eagerly with the ball
stud and my wetness.  Soon, as the intensity of my animal passion increased
i sought to explore the recesses of Her mouth and She began to make small
sighs and took my muscular forearms from around my head and placed them on
either side of Her hips.  i felt Her firm flesh through the see-through
gauze cape She wore.



   Suddenly my Mistress broke off the deep kiss and looked probingly into
Her devoted slave's eyes.



   "Do you know other uses for that ball stud I had your assistant pierce
into your tongue?"



   "Yes Mistress.  Do You wish to teach Your slave how best to give Your
body pleasure, Mistress?"



   "Your Master was right to think you may just work out satisfactorily. 
Caress my nipples gently with the stud as your mouth travels slowly around
my breasts and down my tummy to my clitoris.  I love to have my clitoris
sucked, especially with a gentle, but muscular studded tongue.  Realize
that the tongue stud will increase my pleasure a hundred-fold, so you must
start very slowly and gently and then, over time, increase the intensity of
your licking and sucking.  Once I begin to have orgasms from this, learn to
pace them, back off somewhat, and then intensify, Variety, haven't you
already learned with your Master, is the spice of life?"



   "Mistress, Yes Mistress.  Thank you Mistress."



   "One thing, slave.  You must not cum.  You can only cum when I tell you
to come, understood?"



   "Mistress, Yes Mistress.  Your slave is not to cum at all until you give
it permission.  Thank You Mistress."



   "Later, I will you have mount me, face to face, so that your luscious
cock head may enter my cunt an inch or two--but no more.  My G-spot is
right there and there is no need for you to go further into me.  Think of
your beautiful cock as a real live dildo.  You can use the ring that
pierces your cock head to bring me to orgasm on my G-spot.  I will pull on
your balls to guide your body's actions.  Your cock will be drooling
pre-come, of course, lubricating me nicely.  But you must back off, if
necessary, and not cum, even if in my lust I pull you in."



   "Mistress, Yes Mistress.  Thank You Mistress."



   "Your Master will join us later, as I said.  You will bring yourself to
orgasm at that time and Master will be able to use your fluid to lubricate
his cock when he fucks you."



   "Mistress, Yes Mistress.  Thank You Mistress."



   "Now rise and get on the bed, on your right side."



   As i did so, Mistress settled in beside me on Her back, and adjusted Her
pillow.



   "As you can see, I enjoy having some light when a handsome comfort slave
pleasures me so I can watch what he does.  Begin below my breasts and work
up the nipples."



   my cock was, of course, as rigid as a steel bar and i could feel the pre
cum leaking on my thigh.  This feeling was a little strange, of course,
since i didn't have real balls to tighten up and loosen, but i knew if
Master fisted me he would have felt a hard prostate up my stud cunt.



   If anything, since the New Birth, i was far hornier than i had been for
many years and could ejaculate many times per day, if Master or Mistress
wished, and frankly, i frequently felt a pressure to cum, but could not,
since Master had expressed His wish that i not cum, and now Mistress had
forbidden me to cum outright.  my dick would have remained, no doubt, more
or less erected most of the time anyway, but the cinch ring virtually
guaranteed constantly returning hard erections following hard on the
softness of periodic semi-erections.



   Of course, all Mistress had to do was merely to hint that She wanted me
to stay juiced up and i would not have thought of cumming.  i took a
servile pride in surrendering to my Master and Mistress and would not wish
to deprive them of any pleasure They might derive from using my body. 
Surrendering myself, however, tended to overwhelm my libido and it was all
i could do to prevent my cock from spontaneously ejaculating, like a highly
sexed 16 year old kid's.  That's one of the benefits, if one could call it
that, of taking the steroid cocktail!



   The other benefit was having a stupendously muscular and defined
physique.  i had developed such strength, muscular control, and endurance,
that i was prepared to service my Mistress in every way that She could
wish, and do so for hours on end.  Compared to my daily weight and
gymnastic training, the physical demands of Mistress's use of my body were
no challenge at all.



   i lightly raked my tongue stud closer and closer, in a circular motion,
toward the large aureoles.  i noticed how large Her nipples grew, and they
began to throb.  i juiced up Her skin with my spit, lots of spit, and used
the stud to rake and tap and then use the tip of my tongue to repeat the
process so Mistress would experience different textures.  i used my lips,
of course, and, very, very gently, the edges of my front teeth, and then
caressed the distressed and pouting nipples with my wet tongue.



   i was concerned, of course, that my face stubble did not "sandpaper" Her
tender flesh in any way.  Even though i had just been shaved a couple of
hours ago by one of the bath slaves, if you tried, you could just begin to
feel the beginning of fresh stubble, as my beard grew fast and fierce. 
Mistress began to groan loudly, so i figured i was working Her about right
when She began to experience a series of orgasmic shudders.



   "Fuck me, slave, now.  Shove that big fucking dick up my cunt.  Do it!"



   i immediately got up on my hands and knees and positioned myself between
Her legs.  Her body was throbbing now, in a subsiding flow of orgasmic
pleasure, so i raised Her legs, placing them around my waist.  She grabbed
my cinched cock and thrust it to the portal of Her oozing cunt.  Her
pheromones wafted up to my nostrils, and while they hit me as vaguely
unpleasant, they nevertheless intensified my passion to rut.



   "I want to feel your body all over me, slave."



   i stretched out on top of Mistress, carefully supporting my weight so
that my large muscular chest and thighs just grazed Her body and radiated
my heat down to Her supine form.  i maneuvered my rigid cock and began to
enter Her pussy.  Clearly She wanted more of my cock inside of Her, for She
tugged insistently at my ball sac, pulling hard and even twisting, but She
also had forbidden me to enter Her more than an inch or two.  So i
continued kissing Her mouth and playing with Her ears and neck and caressed
Her hair with my hands as i supported my upper weight on my elbows and
forearms.



   After a while She grew more and more unmanageable and began thrusting
Her hot pussy up into my rigid but suspended cock.  She maneuvered Her legs
more tightly around my waist and hooked Her calves about the deep notch at
the base of my spine where my butt begins to swell out to form a large high
bubble.  She suddenly had the leverage to encompass most of my cock with
Her wet throbbing pussy as She pulled Her cunt up to embrace my meat.



   Damn that girl was hot!  Mistress could not impale Her cunt any further
on my dick because of the cinch ring that reduced the available length of
cock meat that could enter Her by about 4 inches.  That still gave Her a
full six inches of extremely thick fuckpole, more than needed by any woman,
especially one who claimed She only wanted about 2 inches inside Her!



   She actually vibrated Her pussy muscles around my cock head and gave me
some of the most delightful sensations i have ever felt.  The pain from my
nipples returned however and began shooting messages down to my cock and i
began to spasm into my Mistress's hot cunt.



   "Yes, fuck me, fuck me, I want your cum, spill it into me baby, oh fuck
me harder, harder, HARDER!!!  Oh, Jesus, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Oooooh!
Oooooh!  Yes, yes, yes, Ahhhhh!" And She went on and on like this.



   i pretty much stayed hard after making shot after shot of hot jism into
Her tight little cunt.  Damn that felt so fucking good!  i hadn't cum in a
couple of weeks and i was thinking Mistress and Master would have me come a
few more times tonight.  i really wanted the alligator tit clips off my
nipples, though.  You know how pain like that really intensifies sexual
pleasure, but when you've shot a big load--had a really major orgasm--
you've just got to stop the pain.  But then i remembered the pleasure my
pain was giving to Mistress and soon the pain disappeared and only the
pleasure remained.



   It was a good thing, actually, that Mistress had me "skinned" (i.e. 
circumcised) some months ago.  my dick used to be so sensitive that i just
couldn't tolerate any further touching on the glans after i started
shooting.  Now, of course, i could continue to use my dick head to pleasure
Mistress's G-spot, lubricating Her tissues with plentiful cum even as i
shot, giving Her more orgasms.  my dick stayed hard with the cinch ring at
the base of my cock and Her wet thrusting pussy at the head.



   Still suspending my huge body over Mistress, i kept undulating my hips,
pulling out of Her cunt and then pushing in about two inches, letting the
flange of dick rub just beyond the cunt opening.  About every fifth
pull-out, i raised up a little to let my Prince Albert rake across Her
clit, very gently, and then make a sexy lateral movement with my hips so
the dick would rub a little side to side.  i then make circular motions on
this tender area of Her genitals; a change gave Her a break from Her
continuous orgasms to prop Her head up a little and look to see what i was
doing with my fuckpole.



   "Slave, that feels so sexy.  I love the way your stomach muscles ripple
when you do that.  Oooooh!  Jesus!  That feels so good.  Oh, yes!  Oh, lick
my nipples slave, yes, yes, harder, O God that feels good."



   Mistress, again, seemed to fall into a deep chasm of sensuality as i
continued to pleasure Her.  She would stare at my eyes, drinking me in with
them, then look down at my body, feeling it, rubbing it, pulling it, make
groaning noises, tilting Her head back on the pillow and just letting out
low guttural noises punctuating the screams of ecstasy, the heavy panting
and tossing of Her head from side to side.



   i only just became aware of Master entering the room.  By the bed He
began to remove His slacks, shirt, shoes and socks.  Master, of course,
sported a remarkably fit physique--no fat anywhere and nice ridges of
muscle showed in his stomach and chest.  He was a nicely developed muscle
stud, if his devoted and worshipping slave may say such a thing.  He didn't
show the big muscles, the layering, the striation and definition of His
slave, of course.  He was much more of a normal-sized guy, even though He
was a older than i was, as best i could tell, and about six inches
shorter--maybe 5'10".



   He watched my performance on top of His Wife with real interest and
slipped onto the bed gracefully to my right and began to caress my large
upper arm, just lightly touching to get my attention.  He then moved the
back of His hand along my cheek and throat.  Master always enjoyed touching
and caressing my body and He was clearly becoming aroused as His large dick
began to erect as i looked over to him and kissed the back of His fingers.



   i have to confess, the mere presence of Master discombobulated my fixed
purpose in servicing my Mistress.  His touch caused shivers of excitement
from my cheek and lips where He had permitted me to nuzzle and kiss His
fingers down through my neck, chest, stomach, and, naturally, my big cock,
even now rhythmically dancing over the wishing well of Her pouting cunt,
dipping in and rubbing, and keeping me exactly on edge so that i didn't
come.



   Master's touch always did these things to me, and although i understood
the process He used to break me and make me bond completely with His every
wish, every whim, His power over my will and mind still astonished me.  His
physical proximity was an aphrodisiac to my soul, which i realized was as
though tortured in mortal pain with His absence.



   Have you ever loved a man so much that His absence caused you physical
pain?  Made your stomach upset, made you vulnerable to panic attacks, left
your body and spirit, as it seemed, in a living hell of desperate desire
and yearning for physical touch?  For completion?



   Have you ever watched the object of your feelings merely rub His
rippling six-pack or scratch His balls or ass and wish, right then, that
you could be his balls, ass, or stomach, receiving all that attention?  i
would actually become jealous of His "other" body parts i wanted him so
close to me.



   i knew at some level that my obsession with Master was not completely
healthy.  i had had crushes on guys when i was in my twenties, even in my
teens.  Hell, i even had crushes on girls.  i had always been versatile. 
But i do remember that by the time i completed undergraduate and went on to
graduate school i tended to have far more crushes on men than women.  Maybe
men were just a lot more available where i went to school, but there was
just something about the male physique and the directness of male passion
to which i responded.  And from time to time i developed these crushes that
would just take a hold of me and make my life miserable.



   Why, you ask?  i couldn't really act on my feelings since these guys
were inevitably straight and i was too much of a coward to risk exposing
myself as wanting sex with them.  So i just suffered.



   Eventually i discovered that there were men around who were like i was,
they liked other men sexually.  After a number of encounters i realized
something else i hadn't known before.  i saw that i wasn't obsessed by all
men, just certain men, and sometimes certain women, and that once i got
past the beautiful muscled body or the large inviting cock and balls, the
intensity of my erotic feelings varied a great deal, depending on the
personality of the man.



   Some men could simply look at me and i would melt into a sort of
emotional pool, right there on the ground, to be sucked up and either
swallowed or spit out; other men, superficially quite similar, just left me
feeling anywhere from slightly intrigued, to indifferent, to almost
actively hostile.



   One thing i did notice about my likes and dislikes.  i really hated
"sissy boys," "twinks," and any sort of man who acted feminine.  If i
wanted a woman i would get a woman, that is, if i wanted to put up the
drama that all women seem to create for their lovers; but if i wanted a
man, i wanted a muscle stud, like my Master here.



   But my Master turned the tables when he bought me.  In my former life, i
loved to dominate big muscular men.  What can i say?  That just turned me
on so much.  The point wasn't necessarily to inflict pain or anything.  i
really wasn't into pain or sado-masochism.  i saw pain merely as a means to
reduce a big powerfully muscled stud to quivering putty in my hands.  It
positively thrilled me to have him do things i knew he hated to do, but he
would do them just because he knew that going against his inclinations gave
his dominator huge amounts of pleasure.  Now that was power!  It made my
dick hard as steel every time i did it.



   i have had quite a few years' experience now, as Master's overseer, and
He has put my talents and desires to work for His own purposes.  He has
been my mentor in showing me how to break new slaves the way that he broke
me.  i don't know exactly why His psychological system works, not exactly,
but i know how to work it and i've been able to use it to great effect in
service to my Master in all His business dealings.



   To a great extent, Master uses me as his right hand tool--i am truly an
extension of His own ego and force of will.  i mostly know what He is
thinking and what He wants before He knows it himself.  i "sense" it
somehow, especially when i am in His immediate presence.



   True, after having been absent from Him for a time and then He has me
come into His presence, my body and spirit just become "filled up" with
Him, like a swoon--He is a sort of blinding radiance to me and i move like
an automaton swept up in a huge tidal wave of feeling.  But after a short
while the wave subsides and i am able to gather up some parts of my
scattered consciousness on the solid shore again and try to think about how
to serve Him better.



   For his part, Master intuitively understands the power He has over His
worshipping slave.  His is a force of nature and He knows it, and uses it
to great effect in all His business dealings, in His marriage, and, most
notably in the way He manages the large number of slaves He owns, both in
His immediate household and in His company industries.



   "Slave, leave off me now.  I must use the bathroom."



   With those words, Mistress realigned my consciousness back to the
here-and-now and i reared back, taking the kneeling Display
position--kneeling (with knees wide apart), because it was on the bed and
Master was also on the bed, reclined.  i was assuming one of the standard
slave positions by raising my arms, exposing my pits, and placing my hands
behind my head, so Master could fully inspect His slave's body.



   "Scoot over by me, Jack, closer, right up." Master ran His hands up and
down my muscular torso.  He caressed my cinched balls and noticed the
wetness at the end of my cock head.  He knelt down and took my throbbing
cock head into His mouth and sucked up His wife's cunt juices and my
flowing pre-come.



   "Damn, that's tasty.  Well, Jack, have you given your Mistress all the
pleasure She deserves?"



   "Sir, Yes Sir.  Thank you, Sir.  i am learning to serve my Mistress with
joy and devotion.  Mistress has also put these wonderful alligator tit
clamps on my nipples to give Her added pleasure as She uses my body to fuck
Her pussy and suck Her breasts."



   "Are they causing you pain, Jack?"



   "Sir, Yes Sir, Thank You Sir.  The pain is extremely intense, especially
as Mistress just had me ejaculate and spill my fluid into Her."



   "I would enjoy witnessing your reaction to my releasing the alligator
clips.  Let's wait for your Mistress to return, shall we?"



   "Sir, Yes Sir, Thank You Sir."



   "Serena, please hurry up.  I wish to get started and I want you here."



   So that's my Mistress's name, Serena.  At that moment, She returned and
sat on the bed next to Her Husband.



   "Now Seri, I haven't had the opportunity to really talk to you about
this particular slave.  As you know, I purchased him slightly more than ten
years ago and discovered, much to my surprise and delight, that apart from
having a spectacular body, even then, this slave showed great intelligence
in all sorts of ways that have proved extremely useful and profitable to
me.



   "It is important, Seri, that you know how to take care of him properly
during the time he spends with you and your friends.  He is a very special
slave.  Yes, of course, he remains my Overseer, and he will continue to
train slaves for my service.  That's not what I mean.



   "He's special because he has completely and totally surrendered his ego
to my will and desires.  He is so sensitive, in fact, that he frequently
knows what I want him to do or say or not do or say before I have even
formulated those thoughts in my mind.  I could say he has the ability to
read my mind, but how can he read my mind, when I haven't even formulated
them consciously?



   "Because he is so special and subservient, he will do anything you tell
him to do, for I have expressed to him that that would be my pleasure.  You
must, therefore, be careful what you have him do, or tell him to do, or
even imply or suggest indirectly that this or that would give you pleasure.
He will do things that would hurt him physically if he thought doing them
would please you.  Do you understand what I am saying to you?"



   "You mean, dear, that he has lost the sense of self-preservation?"



   "Precisely.  He hasn't lost it with regard to people other than his
Master, but in regard to me, his Master, yes.  He will do whatever I tell
him to do, no matter what the cost or the pain to him personally or to his
body.  So I must act to protect him.  I think of him as one of my body
parts, and you should do the same.  You wouldn't stick your right hand into
a pan of boiling water, would you?"



   "Of course not, Steve!"



   "See him now?  Jackson, are those alligator tit clamps biting into the
flesh of your nipples?"



   "Sir, Yes Sir, Thank You Sir."



   "So why do you continue to suffer from this pain?  Why don't you just
remove the clamps?"



   "Sir, the purpose of Your slave is to give pleasure to You and, of
course, to Mistress.  She placed the clamps on Her slave's nipples.  It is
not Her slave's place to remove them.  To do so would be to deprive
Mistress of Her choice to decorate its body as She wishes.  And it would
deprive Her slave's purpose, which is to submit to its Mistress's wishes in
all things.  Mistress knows that alligator clamps cause pain; clearly She
wanted Her slave to experience that pain in full measure."



   "Well, Jackson, your Mistress now wishes to remove them, don't you
Seri?"



   "Of course."



   "Tell me, Seri, would you like me to place these alligator clamps on
your erected nipples?"



   "I don't think so, Steve darling.  They would hurt me."



   "Yet you were willing to place them on Jackson's nipples.  Why?"



   "I think I get your point, dear.  Don't do things to slaves that you
would not have done to yourself, is that it?"



   "Not quite, my love, but that's pretty good.  Obviously when I am
breaking the spirit of a man, to make him not merely accept but to love his
slavery, I must do things to him that I would not wished done to me.



   "But these things are merely means to an end.  Clearly a slave should
not think of itself as a man.  It will become very unhappy and its bad
attitude will eventually get it executed.  Breaking its ego spirit so the
slave spirit can be born is a great gift to him.



   "But inflicting pain after it is completely broken is morally wrong to
do, unless you have some reason to believe the slave has somehow lost touch
with the slave spirit, or you wish to guide it to a deeper more intimate
level of slave consciousness.



   "For example, it would have been wrong for me to have ordered the
cutting of Jackson's balls as I did if my motive was nothing more than to
inflict pain or humiliation on the slave.  Jackson here cannot feel
humiliation in following my wishes.  It is his pride and joy in life to
make me happy.  He knew that I wanted him to live a long life, in peak
physical condition, as you see him now.  And who does not wish more of
life? The only way he could live such a life is if he took the steroids.



   "But steroids would shrink his balls to the size of peanuts and he knew
that I didn't want that.  He knew that my pleasure in viewing his body
would be reduced if his tackle were not up to par.  So he willingly
submitted to castration.  He insisted on the operation without anesthetic
because he wanted to increase the raw animal pleasure we would have in the
spectacle.



   "He wanted to experience this agony as a ritual rebirth; he sought a
sort of transformation so he could become the absolutely magnificent
creature you see before you.  I can't explain this much better to you, but
I think I know when a slave appreciates my inflicting pain on him--he knows
it's for his own good, he knows he really needs it.



   "Jackson and I periodically have highly intense pain sessions, so he can
reach new thresholds of accomplishment, break new barriers of resistance in
his service to me.  These sessions are painful for him and exhausting for
me, but a level of intimacy and love arises from these sessions that cannot
be obtained in any other way.



   "His purpose in life, remember, is to give me pleasure, and I derive
incredible pleasure from our sessions together; indeed, this slave is my
prize possession and I love him above all other things.  Training him is a
wonderful, mind-expanding and spirit-expanding adventure for me; it opens
up whole new worlds of devotion, service, and pleasure for him.



   "But here we have a probable case where you have inflicted pain on this
slave without thinking through your reasons.  He doubtless appreciated the
pain during passionate sex; but the sex just now is over yet the clamps
remain.  Am I correct?"



   "Yes, dear." And Mistress carefully removed the left clamp and then the
right.  The relief was visceral.



   "Notice, Seri how the tension in Jackson's face is released now.  Slave,
lie down supine.  Your Mistress and I will bring some further relief to
your swollen nipples."



   "Sir, Yes Sir, Thank You Sir."



   As i reclined i stretched out my huge pecs and continued as before,
placing my hands behind my head to give Mistress and Master full access to
my chest.  Each began to gently lick and suck at my nipples.  The pain
briefly returned, as they were so excruciatingly sore, but gradually the
continued tongue and lip caresses changed the pain into a little bit of
pleasure and my cock began to get very hard again.



   Master left off my nipple as He saw my cock begin to lengthen and
harden, and He began to kiss my lips full hard on and probe my mouth with
His robust tongue.  i was starting to swoon just as little beginning waves
of pleasure started to run from the back of my neck down my spine to my ass
hole.  i felt badly in need of Master's huge cock plunging in my hole,
ravaging me.  i felt such passionate love for Master.  This man had such
incredible insight into my nature i felt myself begin to slip away and lose
myself in Master's eyes, in His tongue, in His mouth . . .  in His simple
touch.



   "You see, my dear, what is happening to this slave?"



   "Yes, his body seems actually to be vibrating.  I can feel the muscles
under his moist skin.  They seem to making little spasms.  What's going
on?"



   "Jackson is experiencing, right now, a huge mind-fuck.  I have just
fucked his mind and he is experiencing a sort of transport that is at once
physical and mental.  His consciousness has merged into mine, for a brief
period, and where there were two spirits, there now is only one.  Right
now, Seri, Jackson cannot experience pain.



   "He is about to experience a regular ass-fuck as well, as this whole
scene is turning me on big time.  You see here proof of what I do.  You've
probably heard of the mind-body problem in your college philosophy.  Well,
I don't really believe that the mind can be separated from the body.  Yes,
of course, there is an ordinary sense in which we say that something is
spiritual and something else is physical, but these are merely abstract
distinctions philosophers make.



   "In this remarkable being before us you see the closest you will likely
ever see of how spirit and body can be merged into a single unity.  Every
time I fuck his mind, he experiences a sort of transcendence, or a merging
of his physical and spiritual existence.  I have never before found a slave
who was so naturally open to my power."



   "But how did you fuck his mind?  I didn't see anything."



   "I've already told you.  To treat a creature such as this as you would
wish to be treated, after you have broken his own rebellious and ego-driven
spirit, is to offer him an exquisite spiritual experience--almost like the
release from the physical constraints of reality where his spirit passes
beyond "these mortal coils" and enters a new dimension of reality, a new
reality he hardly even knew existed.



   "This sort of transport cannot be maintained, of course, for more than
mere moments, but its effects last, and remembrance of the feelings are
never forgotten.  So I am able to tap into those feelings this slave has,
which he powerfully associates with me personally.



   "Fucking his mind is not necessarily something I start out planning to
do; rather, opportunities come to me in my relation to him, opportunities
that I simply ride like giant waves.  I am nothing more than the
catalyst--giving the slave something he desperately wants to experience as
a physical creature struggling to become something greater than he really
is.



   "Remember, these yearnings belong to the ego, and the ego must die, that
the seeds of the slave spirit can take root, flourish, and then be born in
the form of a completely selfless dedication and service to my will.



   "Of course, the intense pain sessions I have with him offer at least one
major opportunity to fuck his mind, to make an intimate connection to my
will where he can feel directly that the body he occupies belongs to me and
must be as responsive to my will as my own hand, or eye, or dick, for that
matter.



   "Every training session I ever do with a slave has as its sole object
this mind-fuck, to create an opportunity for him to surrender his ego to me
as a precious gift and to let my will rule his mind and body.



   "That's why one of my slave protocols is that a slave not use personal
pronouns, that it should always refer to itself as an "it" rather than as a
person entitled to use such words as "I" or "me"--in reality a born slave
has no "I" or "me" to choose or make decisions.  That power it gave to its
owner or master when it gave up its ego and let the slave spirit be born.



   "Once that slave spirit has been born, as it has in Jackson, my purpose
is to reinforce and encourage this slave spirit within him.  He is yet a
man, with a powerful ego, because that is the way of nature--we are
separate individuals--yet he continues to offer up his ego to me as a gift,
to surrender it to me, willingly, unquestioningly, and I validate his gift
to me by accepting it and then using it for my own pleasure.  He gives me
pleasure; I give him validation and purpose.  Pain sessions are just one
way--an extremely effective and mutually satisfying way--for a slave to
reach deeper within himself, to discover another level of ego control that
it is possible for him to surrender to me.



   "Not everyone, Serena, can be a born slave.  Most of our slaves are not
born slaves at all.  They are very obedient, useful, and pleasurable, but
only a very few are born slaves, men who have offered up their egos as a
gift to their Master and truly let Master rule their lives, without force,
without compulsion.



   "Had Jackson never been sold into slavery, he may never have achieved
the extraordinary levels of satisfaction, delight, and pleasure he now
feels--he would have gone through life with a big hole in his heart,
looking for this, searching for that to fill up the empty space.  I have
been the instrument through which Jackson has achieved his life's purpose,
and I can tell you, that is an honor and a very great responsibility.



   "This slave and I are united by bonds far stronger than any earthly
contract or agreement.  He depends completely and utterly on me to provide
direction and will in his life; in return, he has given me his life to do
with as I will.  It is a beautiful and exquisite union of spirits.



   "I have been speaking in very high tones to you about this extraordinary
Master-slave relation I have with slave Jackson, but you should also know
that I deeply love him and consequently feel very playful and joyous
whenever he comes into my presence.



   "Protocols, language and behavior protocols, become less important as
our relationship deepens and develops, since what we have goes so far
beyond mere formality.  Do not be confused when you sometimes see or hear
the two of us speaking as equals, or playing games with each other, sexual
or otherwise.  None of these things affects in the slightest degree the
fact that he remains my property, my having unlimited and absolute rights
of use and disposal to his mind and body and spirit.



   "Of course, in all this talk about spiritual things, Serena, let's not
forget that at the root of all spiritual things is pure sex, lust, and our
imperious desires to merge with others, and in that way fulfill our most
primitive longings as human beings."

   End of Part 2

   TO BE CONTINUED . . .


   (C) 2004 Syke Master