— Originally published in Powerplay magazine #22 - June, 1999 —

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It is hoped that you will accept this letter from this humble slave.  I have read your magazine since its inception and greatly enjoy each and every issue.  In fact, in some ways, it was because of your fine magazine that I met my LORD MASTER.  One year ago this month, HE made our relationship a permanent one.  HE has instructed this slave to write you thanking you for this.  Thanks to you, I am happy and content for perhaps the first time in my life.  With your indulgence, I will relate how I met my LORD MASTER and a little of my life with HIM.

I work out of my home doing accounting for small businesses.  The majority of my paperwork was delivered or came to me over the fax machine.  I enjoyed this, as I could wear what I wanted.  My normal dress was leather shorts and a black leather T-shirt.  I only had to put on the standard suit and tie when I was expecting a client to come by in-person.  My LORD MASTER owned one of the businesses I worked for.  However, I had never met him as I had only been doing business with HIS company for three months and HIS business partner usually was my contact.  This month, however, I received a call from my LORD MASTER to make arrangements to come pick up their information.  I told him Wednesday at 4:00pm. Wednesday at 2:00pm I walked down the street to the post office to pick up my mail, when I got back I was going to put on more formal work clothes.  As I was walking back, I saw someone at my door.  HE was wearing black jeans and a white T-shirt and my first impulse was, ‘wow is he gorgeous.’  Lo and behold, it was my LORD MASTER there two hours early.  There I stood at my door in my leather.  That in itself would have probably been alright.  Except, your magazine had arrived in my mailbox earlier that day.  To most people, it would look like a plain brown envelope, except it had your name and address on it.  When I invited HIM in and laid the mail down on my desk, HE noticed the return address.  Between that and the leather I was wearing, HE got a good clue to my taste.  Looking back now, I realize that during our conversation, HE dominated me, talked down to me, ordering me to get HIM things, but at the time, it never registered.  But it gave HIM the information HE needed, HE realized that I was a bottom in need of a TOP. 

HE called me that night, about 6:00pm.  HE didn’t ask me, HE told me that HE would be in front of my house in fifteen minutes.  I was to be waiting for HIM wearing what I had on earlier, except no shoes.  Needless to say, my cock responded immediately.  So there I was, waiting on my porch with a hardon, when HE drove up.  HE motioned me into HIS truck and I obediently climbed in.  I started to say something to HIM, but HE told me to keep my mouth shut and speak only when spoken to.  HE attached leather cuffs to my wrists, locking them on, then attached them together behind my back again with a small padlock.  HE attached cuffs to my ankles, once again locking them on.  HE also attached a black leather collar on my neck, locking it on.  We drove to a bar he frequented.  On the way, HE fondled my cock and balls and explained to me that HE knew exactly what I craved and HE was going to give it to me.  Once, I tried to speak which resulted in his grabbing my balls and squeezing them until I almost cried out in pain.  Needless to say after that, I kept my mouth shut.  At the bar, HE took a leash and snapped it onto my collar and led me inside.  We went immediately to the bathroom where he pulled my shorts around my ankles.  Bending me over at the waist, he forced a buttplug up my ass.  HE then turned me around and grabbed my balls, pulling them down in the sack.  HE put a stretcher on them with an attached cockring.  HE said HE wanted me to stay nice and hard and remember what use my ass would be put to later.  We went out to the bar.  HE sat on a stool and I crouched at his feet.  HE ordered us both beer but poured mine into a dish and set it on the floor.

During the course of the next few hours, I licked his boots until they sparkled; I was led around the floor on my knees crawling after HIM.  HE showed me off to people he knew, telling them in great detail what was going to happen to me later in the evening.  It was one of the greatest evenings in my life.  Finally, we left and HE took me back to his apartment.  On the way there, HE finally let me talk and I basically blubbered my thanks and how I wanted to be one of the HIS slaves and how I was his to use, etc.  Well needless to say, HE used me in every way HE chose that night.  I was whipped, strapped, fucked, and tit-clamped until I thought I would die.  During the entire time, HE never released my hands.  They remained cuffed behind my back until he took me back to my house the next morning.  That was the beginning of a wonderful relationship.  I was HIS whenever HE wanted me.  I realized how serious this relationship was getting and I love it.  Finally last year, HE made a trip to San Francisco.  HE said HE would bring me back a present, and when HE got back, we would discuss a change in our relationship. 

When HE got back, I picked HIM up at the airport.  Before we left the parking garage, HE gave me one of my presents.  It was a slave contract.  As I read it, I realized HE wanted me to be HIS permanent slave.  The length was one year, during which time I was HIS property completely.  I would have no say, no input — I would be HIS.  I actually cried with joy, as this was exactly what I wanted.  On the way back to my house, we discussed the terms of the contract.  I agreed to all of them happily.  HE had several more gifts for me that went along with the slave contract.  When HE had gotten comfortable at my house, as in me naked on the floor at HIS feet, HE presented me with them.  One part of the contract gave HIM complete control of my cock and balls — they would in effect become HIS.  HE had always liked me horny and had always controlled my being allowed to cum, but now, HE was taking it one step further.  HE would control all access to them by me.  HE had brought a pair of leather chastity shorts.  It was and is a tight pair of leather shorts.  In the front is a ring for my cock and balls to be pulled through.  A cover panel of hard leather then zips up over them and locks to the waistband.  This allows no access to the cock and balls.  You cannot even feel them through the leather.  HE had a grommet installed in the front.  A rubber device fits over my cock and has a drainage tube that comes out of the grommet hole.  This allows me to pee without HIM having to remove the shorts.  They lock at the waist belt on front and in back.  This allows me to shit if needs be.  This zipper locks to the waistband in back.  It is the only one of the keys HE has allowed me a copy of.  The other keys are always with HIM.  I was proud to wear my gift as it showed to all that I was another man’s property.  That very night, my new shorts were locked on me and since then, HE has controlled all access to my cock and balls.  I have been allowed to touch them at no time whatsoever.  HE washed them, he holds them when I pee; and when I am allowed to cum, which is very rare, HE jerks me off.  It has been almost one year since I last touched my own cock.  It no longer belongs to me, it is not my concern.  The only cock I am to be concerned with is my LORD MASTER’S.  My pleasure as HIS slave is in making HIM happy.  I do not always wear these shorts only when HE is not home or we are out together.  When we are home together, HE prefers me to wear cock and ball harnesses, ball stretchers, etc.  HE likes to see my cock standing up hot and horny.  As I stated earlier, without my shorts, I am never allowed to touch my cock or balls; they are no longer my property, they belong to my LORD MASTER.

The following Saturday night, we had a contract signing ceremony at the bar we had gone to the first night.  I knelt at HIS feet, wearing my slave collar, tit clamps and chains, my new shorts, wrists cuffed behind my back.  HE stood over me and read each part of the contract to which I answered, “Yes.”  When finished, HE unlocked my hands and allowed me to sign it.  My hands were immediately re-cuffed behind my back and pulled up by a strap to the back of my collar.  I then presented my ass to HIM to be blistered with a special wooden paddle until my ass was on fire and I was having a hard time not screaming.  At the end, HE patted my head and said HE was proud of HIS slave.  HE then took me home and we consummated our relationship, so to speak.  At least HE did.  I went to sleep at HIS side with my hands still bound behind me, and my aching cock straining ever since.  Our initial contract was for the period of one year.  On our anniversary this year, HE has gotten a new contract for me to sign, one for five years.  I will happily sign it knowing that the next five will be as good as the last year.  HE has also brought me a new chastity device for the occasion.  It has a steel ball cage that the cock and balls are locked into which in turn straps to the body.  It also has steel leg pieces that go down the inside of the thigh about six inches and lock to the straps.  They force the legs to stay spread all the time.  It also has a fitting for a buttplug.  HE says HE will put it on me the night we sign our new contract; I can hardly wait.  HE also bought me gold tit rings and a matching gold chain for my newly pierced tits.  HE is good to me, HE really is.  HE says HE has a special ceremony planned this year.  Perhaps when it is over, I will tell you about it.

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