As you all know I am a cum addict and also have a deep need to serve masters whenever I am needed, but due to the covid19 circumstances that has not happened for a long time. So now when things opened up here, I opened up too. To go without cum eating, piss drinking, boot licking and a good beating for such a long time has really been a struggle for me. A slave needs to be used and abused.

So when a master contacted me I got really thrilled. He had heard I was an obedient slave who can take harder treatment than most – which I put a lot of slave pride in – as some master friends of his who have used my body before had recommended him to get in touch with me. He wrote to me that he was very frustrated after all this time and needed a slave to take out his anger and frustration on. My greatest wish is to be of use for hard masters, so how could I resist? Of course I wanted to be of use for this master in aggressive need. So I happily went to his city.

I have to confess that I expected it to be a session for a few hours or a night and that the master would hopefully be violent to me – which I craved – but then throw me out in the cold when I have been used. It is usually part of a slaves training with a new master. But something else happened...

I am happy to show a new master how obedient I am, how willing I am to be his punching bag, boot licker, cum dump and all other things that I am by nature. So when he took me down to his well equipped playroom in his basement, I of course accepted the shackles he put on me and that he needed to tie me hard so that I could not escape him and his sexual anger. Then master started to slap me, spit on me, threw me to the floor where I eagerly licked his boots whenever I could between him kicking the shit out of me. Wow, that was intense! Then he took out his huge manhood and fucked my slave mouth and ass as if there was no tomorrow. But actually by then, it was already tomorrow! Cause master took his time, he had so much horny aggression in him that a few hours was not enough. And masters needs is my command.

But after he had dumped a load in me and flushed my throat with his piss, I slept for a few hours on the floor. I hurt everywhere, but fuck did that feel good! Waking up, I found out that master had left and had locked the basement door!
I got a bit frightened at first, but didnt want to disturb master by shouting, so I accepted that he was planning on keeping me there for some more time. I felt flattered he wanted to keep me as one of his belongings. But... it was not for a few hours, he kept me locked in the basement for a month!

After some days I started to get worried and anxious, but master calmed me down by making it clear to me that this was an important part of my training, that he knew that this was good for me – and of course, a master is always right. I would never ever argue a masters wisdom as a master is always superior to a slave like me. He wanted not only my body to belong to him, but wanted to train and own my mind too. After a week or so I started to let go of the worries being held hostage could mean, forget about the outside world and just feel safe and of good use. When master realised I was ready to give all of me to him, that he owned my body and soul, thats when the real fun begun.

To make a long story short, I spent several weeks in masters dark basement. Sleeping with shackles on on the concrete floor at night, and spending the days serving masters needs. He spent many hours every day fucking me, shaving me, spitting at me, abusing me verbally, tieing me up on a croos or over a table, trying out many different clamps and gags, and dildos to connect with me on a deeper level, and giving me bruises with his boots, pissing in my mouth whenever needed and rewarding me with his cum load, which felt like an honour to receive. I have gotten the best slave treatment ever, and he took lots of photos of my used and bruised body and services down there in the basement. Those are all his, but I hope he will spread them on the internet so I can share them with you.

Then one morning master told me that my slave training was over and that I was free to go. At first I did not want to, but a slave should never go against a masters orders, and after he informed me that he would recommend me as a well trained slave to other masters for future use I obeyed master and travelled home.

I had been worried that life would have been fucked up while being held hosage for such a long time, but found out yesterday that after having taken everything I had on me, I was mostly naked there in the basement the whole month, he had made good use of my telephone, wallet and house keys. He had texted my family and friends from me that I was okay and just needed to have some time on my own so they neednt worry, somehow seen to that I got vacation from work, and he had payed my rent and other bills out of his own pocket. I guess that was his way of paying me for my slave services. What a gentleman master!

So thanks for all your kind messages, but dont worry – this slave has been on an adventure most slaves can only dream of, after some time there in the basement I realised I was very lucky this master had chosen me for this adventure, this training that was so good for me.

I am a bit worn out, used and bruised – but a very happy slave. Wow, I am so thankful. Thank you, master! You gave me hell, but I felt I was in heaven!