One week to change everything. This is the raw chronicle of a 19-year-old’s journey from free citizen to permanent property. In Part 1, we dive into the pre-arrival tension and the first night in Zurich: from a shaved head and the weight of total responsibility to the first lash and the surrender of the self. The experiment begins.
2026 Reflection: The Setup
Over 20 years ago, a 19-year-old boy from Northern Germany reached out with a radical desire: to leave his life behind and become my permanent slave. At that point, I was far from a novice. I had already conducted several tests and lived through numerous “vacation-style” enslavements. However, this was the first time I documented the process so meticulously.
This wasn’t just another session; it was about the ultimate question of Total Power Exchange. We were testing if he could uproot his entire world, move from Germany to Switzerland, and voluntarily surrender his freedom, his rights, and his very autonomy to become a permanent part of my life. It was a test of whether a human being is truly ready to trade “self” for “service.”
Reading this again today, I see how much I’ve evolved. In some areas, I’d never act the same way again; in others, my core philosophy hasn’t changed a bit. It’s a reminder that living SM was possible even back then—with less professional gear and no private dungeon. Kink isn’t about toys; it’s about the souls living the lifestyle. I’m re-posting this because I recently found old photos from that week. It’s a unique chance to read the journey from both sides: the Master’s and the Slave’s.
The Diary Part 1: The Weight of Responsibility – Preparation & Arrival
MasterMarc (2005): Still Ten Days
It’s about a week until Stephan joins the ranks at my home. It is not my first time testing a permanent slave; nevertheless, many different thoughts keep running through my head. In these last ten days, we’ve had intense phone calls and long chats. The nervousness before such an open-ended test—even if it’s not my first time—is haunting me too. Yes, I truly want to live with a permanent slave who is bound to me and my place.
Nevertheless, the thought that I’m only heading my 30ies is constantly scaring me. What are the changes of progression thereafter? How can I integrate the “pig” into my life, which still contains a large “non-SM” part? Can I really accept the responsibility for that piece of mud, totally?
A lot of questions. To be honest, I trust in my own power to do it. However, I’m very glad about my doubts; they show me that I don’t engage with Stephan in an inconsiderate way or just by instinct. This self-critical attitude is not a sign of low self-confidence, but a sign of seriousness. It shows I am conscious of the significance of my actions.
What attracts me to Stephan? Stephan is 19 years old and comes from the North of Germany. For a 19-year-old, he is already quite experienced. He lived with a Master for half a year, but found him “inconsistent.” In between, he has been testing other Masters. This shows me he is conscious of his decision. Often, I tried to force self-doubt on him with critical questions about the boring and troublesome sides of a slave’s existence. But every time, I got self-confident answers that showed me the pig realizes what this decision means. That attracts me. He knows what he wants; he doesn’t decide out of weakness or a point of no way out. It is a decision out of strength.
Our conversations about ownership, SM philosophy, and long-term slavery show me we have similar imaginations. Our needs complement one another. Okay, I admit, everything is theory so far, but soon we will see if it’s real. I’m very curious.
What is important to us? For both of us, this is based on trust and honesty. Consequence is vital. It shall become a truly consequential enslavement. We are both aware it’s a setup process, but clear rules must be maintained from the beginning. Stephan will not be a “visitor” we get acquainted with on a human level first. He is a slave from the beginning, without rights or authority of determination. He wants to feel that from the first second.
I’m not a Master who unwinds a standard schedule. I decide instinctively because I also want to submit to the slave’s needs. Every slave is different. But I’m already worrying about how exactly I want to keep him and which rules should be in place – how the first hours will be. It simplifies my mission that Stephan has a similar attitude and is looking to be locked up when he is not needed.
MasterMarc (2005): My Last “Free” Weekend
The last week went by very quickly. I was busy with work and trying to come to an understanding with the 24/7 situation. I read a lot and talked to friends living in 24/7 setups – both Masters and slaves. Talking to my slave friends is especially important. I know the Master’s point of view; it’s in my character, my body, my brain. But the slave’s part will always be strange to me. I do not know the need for surrender from my own experience. I will never truly understand a slave. But I have to do my best to carry out his needs so that I can submit to them.
As many know from my homepage, I see a serving part in the function of the Master. He doesn’t serve the “situation,” but through his acting, he renders this relationship possible for both. The tasks are distributed unequally in favor of the Master, but the responsibility the Master takes weighs much heavier. While the slave gives up responsibility for himself, the Master takes over responsibility for his property and the relation to him.
To be a Master has beautiful sides—getting your needs fulfilled and being spoiled—but anyone who thinks it’s only about the Master’s well-being is wrong. A slave will only serve long-term if he receives safety, security, and warmth alongside the roughness and punishment.
Stephan hasn’t arrived yet. I’ll spend my weekend calm and enjoy being alone. One of my other slaves asked via SMS if he may serve me, but I decided against it; silence is important before the exciting days to come.
On Sunday, Stephan called me. His tension and joy were clearly detectable. We talked about his flight details. His mother was standing beside him and asked me to make sure she gets a postcard. I was astonished and asked him later how much she knows. I like that openness; I have nothing to hide. She knows he’s coming to Switzerland, but not much more. I informed Stephan that I don’t want to see a single body-hair on him on Tuesday. If he wants to remain with me, he must be punished for a mistake he made last week. I’m already looking forward to giving him his first deserved thrashing with the belt.
I’ve informed some dear friends that a slave is visiting from Tuesday for an unspecified time. They will be the first to witness him. Exhibiting the hog is an important instrument of enslavement; it brings the humiliation from an intimate scope to a public one. He must stand by his life as a slave in front of others.
Slave Stephan (2005): Arrival at the Master
It was 08:00 and the alarm went off. I got up, went to the bathroom, and got ready. I had to catch the train at 13:00 so I had time to gather myself because today was the great day. I spent two hours in the tub just thinking about what would happen. It was a funny feeling. I still couldn’t believe it – today was finally the day I was going to Zürich.
At midday, I left to catch my tram. I was reflecting on whether my imaginations would prove right. So much was turning over in my head. What will the Master look like in real life? Is he really like I imagine him to be? At the station, the train was already there. During the two-and-a-half-hour ride, I kept thinking: Is 24/7 slavery really what I’m looking for? Can I stand the toils? How will it be to serve a Master around the clock?
Arriving in Hamburg, I found the shuttle to the airport. My heart was beating wildly. Suddenly I saw the airport – it was huge, and I got so nervous! I found the “AirBerlin” check-in and had to wait an hour. My hands were sweaty. At 18:50 , I went on board, took a window seat, fastened the belt, and just looked out. We started to move. My heart beat harder until we reached 33,000 feet. It was a magnificent feeling to be above the clouds. I really enjoyed letting my thoughts stray.
The flight passed so quickly. In Zürich, I called my Master and he explained how to find him. I had to take a small metro to get out of the terminal. I passed customs, and then I saw my Master. He welcomed me and we had a very normal conversation. He said we’d go to a restaurant first for a drink and a talk. We talked about my experiences and my taboos. After that, we went to his apartment.
Now it was time to start! After arriving at the apartment, I took off my clothes and put all my personal stuff in a box he had prepared. I kneeled on the floor, legs wide apart, forehead touching the floor. I waited. My Master left and came back after a few minutes. He put handcuffs on me, sat on my back, caressed me, and asked again if I really want to serve. I said yes. Then he left again.
After ten minutes, he came back and started to cut my hair off with a machine. When he was ready, he put a black silk sack over my head and let me wait. He told me I’d get my first slashes for my mistake very soon. I felt really precarious. He led me blindfolded, with his hand on my neck, to the pillory. I got my first really hard slashes, and when he released me, I started to thank him by kissing his feet. Then he sat on the couch, and I was allowed to spoil him by licking him and giving him blowjobs. After midnight, we went to bed. Since it was my first night, I was allowed to sleep in the bed with my Master.
MasterMarc (2005): The Slave is Here
Yesterday was Tuesday. I was rather tired. I never was an early riser, and I’d spent the whole night reading a Larry Townsend crime story. At 20:30, I was at the airport. The slave was very nervous – completely beside himself when he called me from the dock. He couldn’t imagine having to take that small “Metro” to the arrival lounge. There he was, facing me. I started with a friendly conversation.
On the way into the city, we talked about his expectations and taboos. I immediately wanted to start the relation once we entered the apartment, so we went to a restaurant nearby first for a relaxed talk. This was important; I don’t believe in just chats or calls. I need to see someone – their eyes, their gestures. Miming and action tell much more. I have to learn to read the slave’s actions because when he’s gagged, it is his only way to communicate.
When we entered, he took off his clothes and put everything in a basket. He kneeled on the floor. I gave him time to think—was he really ready to give up all his rights? I kept referring to the disadvantages of a slave’s life, but he kept saying: “Yes, I want to.”
With that security, I shaved his head. I intentionally didn’t shave carefully, so the hog looked like a plucked hen. He needed to feel miserable, filthy, and inferior from the beginning. I planned to make sure the pig would not leave the apartment for the first few days – like a cat moved to a new home, staying inside to impress the environment on it.
Then it was time for the first night. To build trust, the slave was allowed to sleep in my bed, cuddling. I used his closeness to get licked, massaged, or to fuck him. Sleeping in my bed will be a reward in the future, but this first night was very successful. I felt him relaxing the longer he stayed with me.
Today, Wednesday, I showed him the apartment. Then he got the lashes. I promised 20; he asked for 30. Such wishes you fulfill with pleasure. Tight in the Spread-Eagle, he counted along bravely through the gag. After relaxing, he was plugged, the harness was tried on, and his cock was locked in a chastity belt (CB3000). I had things to settle, so he was fixed to the wall, kneeling with stretched arms and legs. I could see him struggling.
2026 Reflection: A Master’s Perspective
It is fascinating to read this again after more than 20 years. On one hand, I am surprised by how advanced my own development as a Master already was back then. Of course, as I’ve mentioned, there are things I would do differently today—for example, the airport pickup and that “friendly” restaurant visit before things truly began. But this is actually a great reason to write a dedicated article soon on the topic of “The Arrival of Slaves.”
However, what was important to me then remains just as vital today: Responsibility. As a Master, you must be fully aware that holding slaves brings a massive weight of responsibility—for yourself, for the boy, and for the life you build together.
Furthermore, I still see that break from the old life—symbolized here by the handcuffs and the haircut—as essential. While this is crucial for long-term dynamics, it also applies to sessions: you must find a way to leave the free, equal life at the door and keep it out of the dungeon. I will dive deeper into this in the upcoming article as well.
I also have to smile at the worries of my 30-year-old self regarding the “non-SM” parts of life. My life situation has changed, making this much easier today. My experience has shown me that there is no longer a “normal” once you commit to TPE—or rather, you create a new normality. You don’t just integrate a slave into your life; you build a whole new, shared universe together.
But as we will see in the next part, the true test wasn’t the arrival or the haircut—it was the cold reality of the cage while I was away at work.
MasterMarc
