He’s a 20-year-old submissive from Wisconsin, fiercely devoted to The Shackler. TinyFearlessLeader reveals why his collar is the ultimate expression of freedom, how gasmasks and rebreathers lead to mind-bending orgasms, and why being owned by his Master is the truest form of self-expression. Get ready for a raw, unfiltered dive into his world of total surrender.
MasterMarc: Hi TinyFearlessLeader! It’s magnificent to finally have you with us. You’re one of The Shackler’s prized boys. Tell us, how long have you been serving this formidable Master, and how did that electrifying connection first ignite?
TinyFearlessLeader: Hello MasterMarc. I’ve been serving Sir as a collared boy since January 2017. For several months prior we had been messaging on Recon but our schedules hadn’t aligned to actually meet (meat?) in-person until then. I remember waiting outside the airport for Sir and feeling my heart racing at the thought of the long weekend ahead of me. As someone relatively new to kink, I was so far outside my realm of familiarity that I wasn’t sure whether to be aroused or scared. But once I crossed the threshold into The Shackler’s Lair, the chemistry quickly sparked between us with an intensity that would rival even a Violet Wand. When Sir asked me to consider being collared at the end of that first visit, I reflected upon both the responsibility and privilege of serving him before lowering my head before him as he locked the polished chain around my neck.
MasterMarc: That exhilarating mix of fear and arousal before meeting a new Master is something most boys share, but it’s always fascinating to witness how swiftly a boy finds solace and pleasure in good hands. You were collared incredibly fast. What does that collar truly signify for you?
TinyFearlessLeader: On a concrete level, being collared gives Sir the exclusive ability to breed my hole; no one except for Sir is allowed to give me their seed. But on a more abstract note, being collared represents a deep sense of loyalty to Sir, both as a Master and as a good friend. My collar symbolically links me within a kinky family tree of Sir, his husband, and their respective boys—and it goes without saying that family ties are just as strong, if not stronger, than Sir’s heaviest bondage gear.
All that being said, I think it’s important that every D/s relationship is dynamically negotiated in the context of those involved. I’m sure my idea of a collar will change as I grow older and learn more about myself, and that is why freely communicating our goals, expectations, and concerns was so vital when Sir first collared me.
The Ultimate Freedom: Surrender & Satisfaction
MasterMarc: You believe “service is the ultimate expression of freedom.” Tell us about your profound desires to serve, to be used. How do you see yourself, and what kind of treatment does your Master orchestrate to bring you to your knees?
TinyFearlessLeader: I think service is the ultimate expression of freedom. When I recognize myself as a submissive, I’m able to find clarity by surrendering my own tendencies to indecisively overthink situations and find peace in the knowledge that some choices are for Sir to make, not me.
Whenever I’m being used, whether it’s in the supple leather of a sling or while bound with an unforgiving straightjacket, I thrive on the pleasure of those using me. The roughness of the facefuck, the sensuality of the nipple caress, the passion of the thrust inside my hole—all these qualities bring me deeper into a headspace where I derive my satisfaction from knowing that my Sir is satiated.
All that being said, I believe that a kinky lifestyle has far more dimensions than just the power dynamics of sex. I view myself as an eclectic mixture of a sub’s desire to please, a boy’s playful naughtiness, the intimacy and romance of a cheap chick-flick on Netflix, and most importantly, a human being’s right to be respected and valued. Part of why I enjoy being with The Shackler so much is that even when he’s thoroughly used and objectified me, I never feel undervalued or that he doesn’t take pride in owning me.
My Hottest Torment: Gasmasks & Cum-Soaked Bliss
MasterMarc: Trust is the bedrock of good SM, and a true Master honors his boys, making them feel valued, even when he doesn’t overtly show it. Knowing your Master protects and cares for you makes it so much easier to relax and fully surrender as a slave. Could you plunge into your hottest, most intense experiences, revealing what made them so utterly remarkable for you?
TinyFearlessLeader: I cross the rubberized flooring threshold into the North Wing of Sir’s playroom, noticing how the neatly-organized wall of chains and shackles glimmer in the dim twilight. I savor my sense of sight while it lasts. My gaze darts between each corner of the room in a vain attempt to discern Sir’s plans for his willing slave, but moments later I feel Sir’s firm hand tightening the gasmask over me. Darkness. The intoxicating scent of leather invades my nostrils and makes my cock twitch. Sir notices, and chuckles. I feel my limbs guided into neoprene sleeves of a sleepsack. Defenseless and immobile, my only connection to the outside world is through breath and sound.
I hear Sir moving about the room. I await in fervent bliss as my mind races through each of the tools Sir might use tonight. He knows the suspense is driving me wild, but perhaps that’s why he’s moving so slowly. He’s giving me a proper mindfuck well before he even touches me.
Sir unzips a small gap in the sleepsack—just enough for my throbbing bone to escape. A lubed hand delicately teases my exposed head. Slow. Cruel. Erotic. Moans escape my lips as I valiantly try to thrust my hips into his grip, but the restraints keep me pinned down. He stops, but before I’m able to moan in protest he’s swiftly attached the gasmask to a rebreather and nitrous. My desperate pleas for orgasm slowly shift into a lightheaded daze. The outside world disappeared into the bassline of a Pandora Radio station and the pure bliss enveloping my cock. I am floating weightless in space, allowing the waves of edging euphoria to wash over me. I feel myself approaching the last of oxygenated air. Fear mixes with pleasure to amplify my horniness even more. Suddenly my cock erupts, spewing forth ropes of cum as Sir adjusts the gasmask to give me fresh air. As the last orgasmic convulsion passes through my spine, I breathe deeply and lay still, knowing that Sir is pleased with the load he milked from me.
My Kink Family: No Jealousy, Pure Trust
MasterMarc: Many guys crave exclusive relationships, even as slaves. Tell us, what’s it like to know you’re just one of several boys in your Master’s orbit? How does it feel to share his dominance?
TinyFearlessLeader: Not to sound overly cliché, but it’s incredibly humbling. I’m super thankful that such a highly-experienced and well-known Sir as The Shackler is taking a fledgling sub like me under his wing, and (quite literally) showing me the ropes of slavehood. A lot of my vanilla and traditionally monogamous friends don’t understand how I’m not jealous of my collared brother (PreachersBoi), but the key point is that our entire kink family thrives on open and non-judgmental communication about our needs and desires. Just because Sir is there for my brother doesn’t mean he’s any less here for me.
MasterMarc: That truly sounds magnificent, exactly as it should be. I’m looking forward to our next meeting, eager to plunge into more of your compelling world.
TinyFearlessLeader has pulled back the curtain on his raw, uninhibited world, revealing how his collar is a symbol of profound freedom, how a gasmask can lead to ultimate bliss, and why serving his Master is the truest expression of his being. His journey from novice sub to a devoted member of a kinky family is truly captivating.
What aspects of TinyFearlessLeader’s philosophy on service, his intense experiences, or his unique perspective on non-monogamy in kink resonated most with you? Does his pursuit of ultimate surrender spark your own curiosities? Share your comments below!
