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The Wedding Night

i hate standing here on display as the audience make their way in to the exhibition  room, but what can i do, as i have already been restrained, tied up hands above my head and legs spread widely apart, for all to see!

i play lot of sport, and go to the gym regularly. So i know from seeing other guys in the locker room that i have nothing to be ashamed of - i’ve got a good, lean, muscled body. And my cock is at least average. i never bothered to wrap a towel around myself as i strode to and from the showers.

But this is different. In the locker room i wasn’t the only guy naked.  Now i am. Indeed, the men and women that walk past me, taking a good look at my body, are all smartly dressed in expensive clothes.  In the locker room we were all equal. Here, displayed and offered on the stage i am not equal but helpless and at their mercy. i’m cuffed, and shackled to a cross, so i cannot even shield my genitals from their gaze.  And if i felt myself uncomfortable in the locker room, i made a grab for a towel to cover myself from the other guys' gaze.

And, what's worse, is that the attending men and women can run their hands over my body if they wish, and can even stroke me to erection. i’ve never been erect in front of anyone before (except my girlfriends).

My owner has told me there’s nothing wrong with a slave being erect on the stage, but somehow some part of my old life and my true self keeps telling me that nobody should see my erection because it is degrading to not be able to keep those intimate things hidden from others. It is embarrassing and proof of weakness to show this.

The worst is that i do not know who will and has watched me like this, inspect my body tonight. Maybe colleagues, friends, neighbors and former girlfriends will be around?

As i hang on the cross on the display podium, i realize how much i must be presenting an image of abject isolation. Can there be a more lonely place anywhere in the world than the display platform and the cross for a former free man who is being sold as a slave for the first time. 

My mind is a confused tangle of raw emotion, confusion, uncertainty and fear of the future. 

Once the audience has dedicated ist attention to the platform i am ordered to get erect so that the audience can evaluate me completely - and as i hesitate, my Owner puts her fingers in my ass until my shaft is hard - and show the audience how my 'skin stretches up and down, displaying my shafts head and the ring sewed into the foreskin to prevent it from sliding over my glans.  

i can hear someone require me to be masturbated and ejaculate for them as they want to see a sample of my seed. 

Now as my shaft is erect, the rings are visible to them and people start being curious about the ring and would like to feel the ring in the tip of my shaft. They probably would touch my shaft to feel the ring.

"We have modified this one to being a Human Dildo and so I am sorry" she laughs "no, not sorry at all - to say he cannot be masturbated anymore. Well …. That is … he can, but with the rings he is not able to ejaculate when the cock is hard."

i hang on the cross impassive as strange hands roam at will over my naked body now, poking at my muscles, hefting my balls, stroking my cock to erection and prying apart my ass cheeks. Tears of shame sting my eyes as i am bent double while fingers excite my anus and probe my rectum. i offer no resistance when ordered to open my mouth so that the soundness and health of my teeth and tongue are assessed by those who are inspecting my body. i know resistance is futile for a slave-handler is close by with his cruel cane ready to beat me into submission. 

i listen as two men discuss my future potential as a slave and i am appalled as i hear another man speak glowingly of me as a pony running naked through the streets of Lagos.

“shut up slave, and stop fucking worry, we are far away from from your fag home.. ”

“but sir, this park is just in front of my house sir”

“shut up bitch and crawl, we don’t have all day, unless you decide that you don’t need to piss today”

“yes sir, no sir, sorry sir”

“I haven’t hear you well”

“thank you sir”

“shut up slave, and stop fucking worry, we are far away from from your fag home.. ”

“but sir, this park is just in front of my house sir”

“shut up bitch and crawl, we don’t have all day, unless you decide that you don’t need to piss today”

“yes sir, no sir, sorry sir”

“I haven’t hear you well”

“thank you sir”

0 - A few months ago, i finally found the "Master" i was looking for.

i'd say i found Him, but i think, very very humbly, He found me too !

i've been practicing BDSM for 40 years, and i started when i was an adult. Do the math !

Our relationship is simply osmotic, We found each other.

everything works, everything is simple, fluid, and obvious.

i can say, without revealing any secrets, that My "Master" didn't have much experience in BDSM and i had a lot, both as a submissive and as a dominant.

He's just perfect in the way He trains me, both mentally and physically. He helps me progress.

He accepted my limits and gradually pushed them back. ´

He's very demanding of my behavior, and He controls my life with Him and without Him.

Our relationship is a reversed "dad / Son" relationship, you get the idea ? He's younger than me, and that adds even more spice to our relationship.

this blog is intended to talk about Us by posting photos taken from Tumblr. these photos only "represent" Us but We will not publish Our photos. if these photos belong to you, simply let me know, and i will remove them.

i will publish at least one photo per day with a text, that's the Order My Sir gave me, sometimes I Will publish more photos.

thank you for reading to everybody and comment !

Free Text : spending time in a BDSM Dungeon with My Master !

week 10 : Day 3 on 7 : acts that this slave would like to try with his Master !

this week, this faggot slave will present 7 acts he would really like to experience with His Master but doesn't currently do. of course, You will understand, My Dear Friends who read and like my posts, that only the Master decides what He wishes to do with this slave, how and when He intends to progress with "it", and that the slave is, at most, a discreet and humble source of suggestions ! 🙏😍🔒

this humble slave would love to offer His Master, and he's certain it will happen one day, a time in a real BDSM Dungeon with "heavy" and "strong" accessories like this "slave presentation stand" or this "pillory".

in particular, the pillory is an instrument the slave cherishes and has had the chance to use twice in his BDSM life. 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🔗🔒

immobilization is simple, quick, but total and without any possible escape. 🧎🏻🧎🏻🔗🔒

the body of the faggot slave is perfectly exposed and offered front and back, top and bottom, and the feeling of being unable to get out of this situation is just TOTAL !

🙏😍🔒

i am His slave, He is My Master and Owner and i obey !

thanks My Dear Master and Owner !

True story: I was planning a visit to a buddy who had recently moved to a rural gay commune out in the woods of Tennessee. This dude is one of my favorite bondage playmates, hot looking with a twisted sexual imagination.

So when I got off the plane, I met five or six of the commune members who my bud sent to the airport to pick me up. I’d never met them before, but they seemed like nice guys.