FOR YOUR INFORMATION

The purpose of the diary is to recount the life of this slave: detailed descriptions of SM sessions and adventures in the woods or in sauna's. Not only positive stories, but sometimes it's disappointing, and the slave encounters men we would rather not have met.

The slave started the blog in 2016 and continued until the end of 2023... Unfortunately, those years disappeared when the previous website was taken offline and the slave's external drive crashed. The slave was able to reclaim 2016, the beginning of the slave's real training, during which the slave was introduced to chems, tattoos, and piercings.And of course trained to become a real slave and whore

Every week, the slave will provide an update of his experiences of the past week. SM sessions will be described in detail, as well as encounters in the sauna, the woods, and cinema.

THE BEGINNING

You don't become a slave: you're born a slave, even if you don't know it. (There are many potential slaves in the world.)

It's all about meeting the right person, the man who senses that you're a slave, that you're willing to grovel and surrender to his will. I was lucky to encounter such a person in my life, but far too late.

Looking back, the signals were clear from the start: I was never the leader and never felt the need to be. I was the little guy who idolized the captain during games, followed the leader, and sat at his feet.

I come from a small, rural village where sex wasn't discussed, let alone homosexuality: A good friend told me I was gay when I was 19. That was so confusing to hear, I had to look up what it ment! Alltough I'd already had sex with a man! When I was 17, a man forced me to give him a blowjob in his car. I gagged as the man's cock entered my mouth, and I instantly got a hard-on. I was so embarrassed I didn't talked about it for 20 years.