Slave - Personal Experiences
So I'm a slave. It makes me feel so happy when my master calls me that. I love trying to please him, trying to make him happy. Because when he's happy, I'm happy.
I love the feeling of being under (figuratively) someone, of being ordered to do things. I also love the play involved with a master/slave relationship. I strive for the feelings of helplessness, of powerlessness and the knowledge that I'm entirely at the mercy of my master in our play.
Being a slave does not mean I am weak or unable to take care of myself. Outside of our relationship, I am a very dominant person - enough so that I surprise myself at the difference. I like things nice and ordered and just right, but in scenes, I like the feeling of unpredictability, that I don't know what my master will do next to me. It's a lovely feeling.
I also like the fact that there are some things in a master/slave relationship that one cannot have in a vanilla relationship, which I now think are so boring. First, there is the trust. The inexplicable trust in each other. Then there is the profound knowledge of each other and the other's mind that is used to create the most enjoyable scenes. This knowledge can also be able to manipulate or push the other into doing what you want them to do. Finally, there are those nice, warm, fuzzy feelings that you have when you please your master or you are pleased by your slave that are nonexistant in vanilla relationships, or at least not to that extent.
All in all, I believe that being a slave is very gratifying, even if it is not believed to be so by non-BDSM practitioners. Because they just don't understand.
-OrderedChaos
I was the personal slave property of Mistress Chocolate, aka Ebony Amazon. I had served Mistress Chocolate for more than a year in several capacities before She honored me by making me Her fully-owned slave personal property.
In serving Mistress Chocolate, several things were immediately different. In the first place, Mistress Chocolate was far stronger than I. Yes, I'm a man, yes, I'm over six feet, yes, I'm in good shape. But I was, quite simply, physically inferior to Mistress Chocolate. Not for nothing was She known as the Ebony Amazon. The first time that we wrestled, within 30 seconds, I knew with sinking heart that I was out of my league. She gave me an hellacious beating -- all captured on camera.
Mistress Chocolate made it plain to me, from the outset, that once I committed to serving Her, I was opening myself up to similar beatings in the future. She delighted in punishing Her slaves through mixed wrestling. Though I was uneasy, She was such a formidable physical presence -- dark ebony, 5'10", 190 muscular lbs. -- that I couldn't walk away. It would be such an honor to serve as Her white male slave.
And serve I did, everything from feminized maid through public sissy and on camera slave. It wasn't until I'd been serving Mistress Chocolate for a year that She informed me that I was going to become Her slave property. She drew up a very detailed contract, added photos of me, and I, without duress, eagerly signed the contract.
One of the interesting aspects of my servitude is that, as a Gay man, I was introduced to a side of myself that I didn't know existed -- transvestism. Mistress Chocolate had me serve as Her sissy slave, doing chores while both partially and fully feminized. I have since realized that most transvestites are straight, so as a gay man, I am in the minority. Though Mistress Chocolate always maintained that most TVs were, in fact, like myself, Gay. They were simply in the closet or in denial.
I served Mistress Chocolate in public, and I still get tingles when I flash on a moment from the past, when people would notice this stunning Black Amazon and Her white male ... "assistant". I would carry Her briefcase, Her shopping bags, etc. Natch, I was one proud man.
Mistress Chocolate eventually moved on and released me as Her slave property.
