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Tears began to form in my eyes. It wasn't just my clothes. My violin, my laptop, pictures of my girlfriends past and present, even a couple of my trophies were visible in the pile.
"What are you waiting for, slaves don't have possessions. The Ryan you were 24 hours ago will be long forgotten soon. This will help you remember what you are now." His voice was patient, but somehow still firm. I looked at the mans face, noticed the two day stubble and blue green eyes. His expression was one of encouragement at first. Then he noticed me looking at him.
"The pig does not make eye contact with it's Master!" He back handed me. The slap wasn't overly powerful, but I went to my knees anyway.
"Perhaps I should take the matches, and put you in the pile with that stuff..." He mused.
I quickly opened the sliding box of wooden kitchen matches and grabbed three. Something inside told me he was capable of murder, even a slow, loud murder as burning someone alive. I struck a match and threw it at the pile. I had done it too fast, the match had gone out. Master cleared his throat and reached for the box. I lit the second one, and waited for it to stay burning, then lightly tossed it onto the pile.
I was expecting a "whoosh!" but the gasoline had been sitting awhile. It caught, caught fast, but no fume explosion.
We sat outside as everything I had owned was burned to ash. It took almost two hours. Master kept stirring the fire so unburned things could get lit. All that was left when it was over was bits of metal from the laptop, and the warped nameplates from my trophies. I quietly cried on my knees next to Master's camping chair. My old life was gone, just gone.
- COMMENTS
Sungmehetuover 2 years agoAuthorAgain this is BASED on a true story. I had to add elements of cruelty and more obnoxious sex to keep you all reading. 1. He was a counselor for "misplaced youth". 2. He did coerce me into submission. 3. The "fun fair" was all inside the house, but there were contests. 4. There was a political official that wanted me, and I was "given" to him as a gift. 5. The political official got bored of me, and gave me back. 6. "Farm Boi life" is based on visits to a farm where a man had two gay slaves.
Anonymousalmost 3 years agoCruelty is not sexy. Non-consensual slavery is not romantic.
If this is in fact true, I hope you got away from this and are safe now.
CandPSalmost 8 years agoI often fantasize and wish that I had met a truly dominant Master when I was young. I'm truly a total submissive and would've enjoyed every minute of pleasing a Master. Doing anything and everything a dominant Master wants is really what a submissive like me needs and wants. I'd have absolutely no problem entering in to a Master / slave contract; however, at this stage in my life it would have to be limited to three hour sessions, devoted to satisfy my Master's sexual needs.
Anonymousover 9 years agoJust because it's a dark fantasy, doesn't mean it's not hot for some of us. Personally I loved the concept, and am excited to read more.
Also, people shouting "call the cops, check his basement" need to learn that there's a line between writing fantasy and writing real life. I write dark, fucked up stories all the time, but would never consider actually doing any of it in real life. Get a grip, folks.
Anonymousover 9 years agoSo I do agree that this isn't a story for here, and if this is a true story about you I hope you are now safe and no longer in this situation. I also believe you need to talk with a psychologist about your endeavour. This is a very disturbing situation that no one should ever go through no matter what they have done wrong in life. If you are not out of this situation and can can post on here you should post asking for help. If its not a true story I believe the readers would like to know that its not true and your safe.
