Master’s Diary: Fear of One’s Own Courage 

Quality takes time. In this entry, I discuss the expansion of the System, the myth of online slavery, and my current analysis of a new 20-year-old twink. From the “fear of one’s own courage” to the mental foundation of total surrender—discover why I am a door-opener, but never one to push. The mind is the master tool. 

Hello Insiders,

You’ve had to wait a little longer for a sign of life from me this week. There are several reasons for this: for one, I’ve been extremely busy, and additionally, I’ve been working intensively on the website. As of today, the dedicated Insider Area is live. You now finally have the opportunity to contact us directly via chat. We look forward to your inquiries and engaging conversations. You can find the chat bubble in the bottom right corner of the Insider page. At the request of some of you, I’ve also finally formulated exactly what I’m personally looking for online.

This week was relatively quiet in terms of BDSM. B3, the boy who lives with me (though not as a 24/7 slave), was heavily preoccupied with university. Other local slaves were also busy with their studies. This actually worked out well, as I had plenty on my own plate.

Alongside work and sports, I’ve been communicating quite intensively with a twink lately. A 20-year-old who has carried the need to become a slave within him for several years. The good thing: he’s roughly the same height as me. Currently, he is still very slight, but he has a damn hot ass, and I can already see how I will mold him into an athletic, fascinating asset through targeted training. The fact that he is naturally hairless fits my aesthetic perfectly. But more importantly: he’s not just looking to play. He seeks total surrender. He wishes to serve long-term and perhaps even become a total slave. We’ve talked a lot, and I’ve given him plenty to read, because it’s vital to me that he understands what slavery means to me and the philosophy behind it. The mind is the most important tool. And slavery is, primarily, a mental matter.

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