unclaimed property

That moment when your mind and body go to a whole other place.

There’s been a gradual build up, your skilful Master adding layer upon layer of pain and degradation to endure.

it started after being strapped into position with the verbal abuse, reminding you what you are, what you are for, a quick way to get you focused. ‘dick-bitch’ ‘cunt’ fag-slut’ ‘piece of shit’ ‘inferior scum’….’YES SIR, it is just a hole for abuse, SIR!’

Then brutally untied before being thrown over Master’s knee, the spanking was a gentle warm-up, bare handed, humiliating, bad boy. Then bent over, grabbing ankles…10 with the belt, followed by 10 with the crop…’Thank You SIR, Please may i have another SIR?!’

He bites, He, squeezes, clamps and abrades before you willingly put your hands behind your back for the application of the pegs…cock, balls, tits, nose, eyelids, septum, ears. The pain slowly building, burning, endured.

The bondage is simple enough but totally debilitating, ankles and wrists bound together, no chance of escape now.

He rapes your mouth with His tongue, panting, greedy. His teeth tear at your tongue, His eyes terrify you, excite you, possess you. you are His. Takes the facial pegs off with His teeth, tears, tugs. the pain as the blood rushes back into the tender body parts is enough to make you scream…time for the gag.

Now you are panting, 2 hours in and your ass is throbbing, the pegs ever growing agony, helpless, sweating, struggling, drooling, no longer human, just a horny animal, panting, begging, every sensation controlled and still He whispers in your ear…’nasty little pig, grovelling worm, slutty puppy’.

He easily pulls you back onto His lap, hole exposed for the world to see, the online world, the cam positioned perfectly, public humiliation added to the list, another emotion to comprehend, deal with. your renewed struggling and muffled begging will please the viewers, pleases Master.

Brown bottle held to your nose, countdown from 10….then again….then again. Head spins, eyes widen as the baseball bat is slowly presented to you. End placed on your forehead and then slowly traced down to the waiting hole, pink and open. your sweat providing some lube.

He teases you stroking the opening, pressure then withdrawl. More poppers then as one hand rips off a trio of pegs the other pushes, forces until the bat penetrates your tight pussy. He bites down on your ear and thats when it happens….sensory overload. you fly, go to another place, ecstatic, overwhelmed, pain, pleasure. you want to hurt more, you want to feel more, you are part of Master, He owns you, you are His, you are connected, He has the power to change you, to possess you, to take you over. He is everywhere, He is here. You feel everything, you feel nothing.

He is pumping the bat, in and out, every stroke taking more out of you, feeding on you. More pegs are ripped off, you grow weak, compliant, a rag doll, mindless, murmuring, thanking, praising, exploding. the gag is removed and you feel His tongue again, softer, the bat is slowly withdrawn. He holds you, you sob into his chest. your cum is running down your leg, forming a huge puddle on the floor between His feet.

Trevor made the mistake of never telling any one where he was going. Trevor's car, with mobile phone and clothing in it, was found two weeks later at the bottom of a ravine miles and miles from where he is currently captive. The sheriff ruled that Trevor was intoxicated and crashed off the road over the cliff into the depths. It was presumed that his body was taken by wild animals and eaten. Case closed.

Trevor was lured to this remote location by the promise of purchase of vast quantities of white powder at a very low price. Trevor could resell it and get rich. But once there, a big foul smelling man, grabbed Trevor from behind, chocked him out a bit, then when Trevor was dizzy and weak, locked him in a stress bondage device. The young girl he was negotiating with turned out to be generated by artificial intelligence software disguising the big man's face and voice.

Trevor was dragged and chained to the wall. When the time is right, he will be brought out for f*cking and torture. The big brute taunts him with promises of body modifications, fisting and other no limits activity. Once Trevor is no longer of use, he will be sold off or disposed of.

''Once you accept your fate, boy, you will always have a purpose, MY PURPOSE.You will not have to worry about taking decisions anymore, I will choose for you.

I know this is what you want, but be completely sure about this, cause once you become my slave there is no come back. So, do you really want this to become the rest of your life?

''Yes, sir!!!!''

Then the question, is it let free to go to work, or does the Master call it out sick, only to string it up and endure hard bondage for the work day? 

What we see here is really amusing. The boy tries desperately to cum. His kidnapper told him that if he managed to cum in the next 30 minutes he would be released after this weekend. Should he not make it, he would stay in the suit for the time being.

Panic broke out in Sam. He had been wearing this suit for four days. It was so humiliating and he just wasn't a good dog. It disgusted him to eat this recycled dog food. And then that other boy. He had been captured by this sick master several months ago, and had already been raised to be a submissive dog. Sam didn't want to end like this. He was disgusted and afraid. Very much afraid. So he tried hard, over and over again. Doing everything he can to ignore the strange sounds of the warehouse, his kidnapper's heavy breathing as he watched, and even the howls of the other traind dog. He had to cum, and fast.

Tumblr fantasies lead to a Recon profile.  “submissive seeks no limits Dominate Sadistic Master”  A few messages were exchanged, then some emailed pictures.  Terms were dictated by Master Mark and frankie submitted.

Master Mark was not a Man of few words - He was a Man of no words.  He couldn’t see the point in wasting his breath speaking to a slave.  

Written instructions were left taped to the back door, “Leave your clothes in the Goodwill box, come down the basement steps and kneel on the floor”.  frankie had already been instructed to leave all electronic devices and identification at home - nothing in his pockets except his house key.

This moment proves Sir Issac Newton’s theory that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.  Because, it was at this exact moment that frankie had his realization that “this shit is real” and Master Mark realized that frankie was a BDSM virgin. 

Just look at their faces.  The universe was in balance and Master Mark’s clean out crew was emptying out frankie’s apartment.