Hello to all
I am glad you have found the previous chapters to your liking
As you may have noticed, this story is composed of five chapters
The final chapter has already been written
The words that are encased in it are not pornographic or have any explicit content that requires any type of censorship
Nevertheless I see that for the untrained mind these words can destroy more than they can build
As such, I decided will not publish it
For those that prove themselves worthy by going through all the stages of my training I will grant them a chance to read it
The words can grant freedom to the shackled mind or forever bind the undecided into the path of slavery
It is a crosspath presented
One that requires a proper guide
If you find yourself tempted by my words, then you know what must be done
Regards
Master Joseph
2 comments:
I await my allotted dates Master and hope I prove worth of the final chapter. Slave Alex
And so the allotted day arrived, a brief delay with the flight, but finally at Lisbon airport, a last offer to back out (declined) & the bag is handed over.
The slave begins his journey very publicly, across the concourse and onto the metro. All his clothes, money, passport, keys are held by his captor & the self inflicted cuffs are locked in place inside the fleece. There really is no way back.
The 9 days that follow are a heady mix of pleasure, pain & searing emotions, often indistiguishable from each other. The slave owns nothing, is reliant on the beneficence of his Master for all his needs.
Told when to eat, bathe, shave ... naked & shackled at home, wearing provided clothing when taken out the slave accepts each day as it comes.
The bond that grows goes beyond daily tribulations, straining every moment when alone to hear his Master approach, longing to be with him, longing to be used just to have him near, the slave will happily accept whatever it entails.
As each new barrier is crossed the slave grows in stature, bathes in the warm glow of his Master's pride, grows ever more determined to prove his worth, until that final day when he must leave & re-enter his own world.
I cannot express the confusion of feelings that triggered, the tears & anguish at parting, the perspective added to my view of life on return. If I say I kissed a certain mark on my thumb as the plane took off & Lisbon lay below me again... I know my Master will understand.
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