Inside The Brain Of A Slave Boy

The blog is View From the bottom. The author refers to himself in the third person, as "it." The reason, I’m guessing, is because using the word "I" would mean acknowledging his ego, which is something he’s trying to subsume into his Master’s domineering will.

In the passage below, Fang — a 39-year-old skinhead slaveboy in England — describes a night out on the town with his petite ami:

…later that evening, HE took it to another section of the club where there was space to seat at least a dozen guys, and with its bishops head harness and blindfold on, made it service a good half-a dozen cocks. it was full-on, and there were moments it remembers its eyes glazing over and sort of just going numb…for this cuntdog it was a new sensation, and although scary because it could seem a little overwhelming at times – it reminded itself that HE was there, it could trust HIM, it would not come to any real harm, and it just needed to go with that and ride it out, and do its best – because that’s what HE wanted, and demands of it at all times. it wasn’t too long before that feeling of being overwhelmed passed, and a feeling of acceptance and a sense of duty took its place. it felt damned good once embraced too.

it has heard from a number of people since about ‘the amazing floorshow you put on’ – it does not know what to feel about that – it just cares that it pleased MASTER. it does not feel proud about it, for pride is something that can inflate the ego, and it tries to be very mindful of that – after all, let’s cut to the fucking chase here: it is not about ‘me’ – it is about HIM and what HE wants…what makes HIM happy. for knowing HE is happy, truly makes this cunt happy. sound like a crock? well, tough – because it’s true. believe it, don’t believe it, all that matters is that is what spurs it onwards.

it came home, and then began the first of what was to become a cute nightly ritual, of MASTER dragging HIS cuntboy back to the apartment from the taxi with its head locked under HIS arm and a firm headrub. those moments were really special to it, it was like by embracing HIS property that it was HIS way of saying: ‘ya did good fucker’. nothing else needed to be said.

 

Later, Fang got spanked by his Master. Yowza:

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3 thoughts on “Inside The Brain Of A Slave Boy”

  1. Wow, fuckin’ beautiful. Truly what it is about. Being a slave ain’t for everybody, but if you are really interested, this is a great place to start figuring it out. Sounds like this Master and his slave are extremely happy.

  2. I have never understood the dynamic of these relationships, either. I have a hard time looking at this with anything other than pity that “it” will spend a better part of his life complacent to be abused. The bruises speak volumes.

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