A column …
Personal thoughts of a sadistic Master
Hello my dear readers,
„Get up nigger. It´s time for you to rest now. I´ll bring you down to the basement.” With these words I made clear what would follow now. The nigger slave got up immediately and followed me to the door. A second later I stopped and told him to help me with bringing down a mattress to the dungeon. He was quite confused and ask what the mattress would be for and I explained him, that it would be for him to sleep on it for the night. He then replied, that a blanket on the naked concrete floor would be enough for him for the night. I was asking a second time, if he was sure about that and he said: “Yes Massa.” You could tell that it was his first night in my dungeon ever. I wasn´t really in the mood to explain him, how cold it would be during the night in that dungeon. Should he learn it the hard way. Maybe that will teach the dumb nigger slave not to talk back the next time, that his Massa offers him some comfort for the night.
So we went down to the dungeon. After we arrived in the dungeon, I opened the second room and got an old, dirty, torn blanket out that second room and threw it in front of his feet. “Here nigger. For the night.” Directly after I had thrown the blanket to his feet, I told him, to put on his chastity device for the night. I didn´t want to give him any chance to touch his dick, during the time that he would be alone in the dungeon. He obeyed immediately and put on his chastity device, locked it and handed the key over to me. He then started to unfold the blanket. After he was done with it, I told him to go on his knees. Of course he was still wearing the metal collar that I had put around his neck right at the beginning. I attached a short chain to the collar and attached the other end of the chain to a hook at the wall. Then I also attached a short chain to his manacles and I also chained his feet. Then I told him that instead using a normal toilet there is a red plastic bucket next to him that he could use. I then handed him a glass of water and two dry rolls, which I put in a dog bowl. I watched him eat them and I enjoyed that view of that eating nigger slave boy. It was his first meal and his first glass of water since many hours. After he finished, I told him, that I would return the next morning. I then switched off the electric heaters that I use in the dungeon, switched off the lights and left.
I was totally aware that he probably wouldn´t find any sleep. The metal collar is quite uncomfortable when you have to wear it during the night and I also made sure that he couldn´t move too much. I wanted him to learn to understand, that a nigga slave needs to be chained during the night and I also wanted him to learn, not to talk back in case his Massa wants to do him something good. The night was quite hard for him because he really didn´t find good sleep. And after 30 minutes the fascination of being chained to a wall and almost unable to move at all vanished. Reality set in. it started to get cold. One old blanket on the concrete ground wasn´t even enough to cover the most freezing parts of his body. That was the moment the real torment began. He had to wait hours and hours. Awake, freezing, hearing sounds upstairs, hoping his Massa would come to check how he was doing, but nothing happened. He was left alone, chained to a wall, unable to move, freezing, left in the cold darkness of the dungeon. And no one came to look after him. Every animal gets treated better. Now he realised that he was lower than any living animal and that was the moment, when his head started to rotate again.
Why is he not coming back? Doesn´t he know, that his fucking dungeon is fucking cold? But if he really comes back, what will he do to me? What will he do next to me to get his satisfaction? Fuck, my clothes are just 2 meters away and I can´t even reach them. And even if…my legs are chained, and my head is chained too. I couldn´t even wear them, if I could reach them…
After his training was over, he sent me this text on WhatsApp:
“Like I already said, at that moment I had so many feelings. I think at one moment I even hated you. Because I thought that you should know that your dungeon is cold. Why aren´t you coming back. Now I am so happy that you didn´t even consider coming and let me shiver during the night.”
Later he sent me another text: “I asked once for a short chain, I asked to be put on the floor. I wanted the whole experience, and even though I really wanted you to come back and release me after an hour, I am happy that you didn´t. I got what I asked for. I felt what it was like, not having a key. Just waiting for your Massa to come back and release you. Everytime, when someone went to the bathroom, I was wondering, if finally someone would come to release me. So I asked a lot of things that I wanted and still was shocked when it was done. But I never want a mattress in the future or a clean blanket. I am a nigger. So I just want a nigger treatment.”
After I left the nigger slave in the dark dungeon I went upstairs and had a good time with Max upstairs. We watched some TV together, had a nice chat and enjoyed the evening. Around 1 am I went to bed. I was deeply relaxed and satisfied and had a wonderful deep sleep. I woke up around 8 am the next day. I started this wonderful Saturday with a coffee and a cigarette. Well actually I had like 4 coffees and a lot more cigarettes before I decided to go down to the dungeon. It was about 9 am when I got there. I switched on the lights and the heaters and had a first look at that inferior being that laid on the ground. Of course he was awake. And there was this lightly relieved face expression when he saw me. I asked him, how his night was. Of course I knew the answer before he even replied. And of course he told me that he didn´t get any sleep because it was so cold, and the collar was preventing him to find any sleep at all. I answered with a grin telling him, that he better gets used to this kind of treatment. Sooner or later it will be normal for him to spend the nights like this. I unchained him from the wall and told him to stand straight in front of me. He did as I ordered, and I could inspect his black slave body completely after he had taken off his chastity cage. His ass was still sore and the welts from the bullwhip also hadn´t vanished completely overnight. That was good. I was deeply satisfied with my work on this nigger slave. After I humiliated him with checking his teeth again (I love to do that) I ordered him to sit down on my gynecological chair. He obeyed and automatically spread his legs. That way I could easily tie his legs. I attached some handcuffs to the chair and then started to bind his balls. A rope was leading from his balls to a hook at the ceiling. I wanted to have his balls exposed to me because the nigger would now get some cbt treatment. I grabbed a leather swatter from the wall of toys and started to aim for his balls. The first stroke hit his balls and he started to scream. The next blows followed and it didn´t take long until he was begging to stop me. Needless to say that this begging just had the opposite effect on me, and I went harder on him. Remember what I wanted this nigger slave to learn? His balls aren´t his anymore. They are mine; like all the other parts of his body are mine now. He is an owned nigger slave now. He may not be a permanent slave yet, but he is now owned by me. He is my property and even if we aren´t together every single day, I see him as my property. He is MY nigger slave now. And this nigger will get trained and developed by me until he totally fits my needs. After I was done with his balls I went to the side of the chair and started to suck and bite his nipples. I love to bite and suck nipples. Each single slave´s nipple taste different and the taste from this nigger nipples was very good. I immediately got a hard one when he started to moan and to make noises of pain. After I was done with one, I went to the other side of the chair to taste the other nipple. The taste was delicious. After I finished that I untied the nigger from the chair and ordered him to lay down on the bench.
He obeyed but I could see in his face that he was scared about what would come now. And he was right. I ordered him to lay down on his stomach. I put a kind of pillow under his hip so that his beautiful nigger ass was lifted a bit. That would give me a better way to work on his ass. I started to with relatively soft beatings with a small paddle. But his ass was so sore that he immediately started to howl. After about 20 lashes I put the paddle away and grabbed a cane. After about 10 hard strikes with the cane he spoke with a broken voice and said: “Massa please. Have some mercy.” I went to his face, set down on the bench next to him, started to caress his cheeks and asked him, if he would remember, what he was asking for yesterday, when we laid together in my bed. He said yes but told me, that he had changed his mind. I replied that I was sorry but of course that didn´t change anything. He needed to be broken again. I had the impression, that he regained some strange and some will to show resistance overnight and that was unacceptable. I want my slaves to totally submit and if I have to break them every single day so may it be. I didn´t hold back. I caned his nigger ass badly and it didn´t take much until he was crying and sobbing again. More strikes followed until I almost couldn´t hear him anymore. Then I stopped, went to his face, and asked him, if he knew why all that was done to him and with a soft and broken voice, under tears, he said: “I need to get broken, Massa.” Good boy. He got it. It took me 30 minutes to have him back where I had him yesterday. No more resistance, no more begging to stop or begging for mercy. Just pure acceptance.
I took a towel to dry the nigger slave. He was sweated all over again. The whole bench was wet. I allowed him to rest on the bench after I was done with him. I went upstairs and got me a coffee. Then I returned. I caressed him again cause he was still sobbing.
Yes it´s hard. But he had to learn that it is a mistake to beg for mercy or to beg me to stop. And I don´t want to see a fucking sign of resistance. I want pure acceptance and absolute submission. And I always get what I want. A slave usually doesn´t know what he really needs or what is good for his education. But I do. I am into this since more than 32 years now. I know how to brake a slave and how to rebuild him and how to train him. And as I said before, if I have to break a slave each single day again, then it is like that. But when you are in my presence don´t dare to show any resistance to me and don´t dare to ask for mercy, don´t ask me to stop and never ask to be released by me before the agreed time of your training is over. In general you can say: Don´t piss me off and don´t make me angry, cause you have no idea with whom you are dealing, until you get trained by me for the first time.
After he had recovered a bit, I ordered him to get up and go to the place of the dungeon where the bullwhip training takes place. He went there and I tied his arms to the ceiling. He got three more strokes with the cane on his ass, followed by thirty lashes with the bullwhip. He took that bullwhipping very well. This time there was no begging for mercy. Nothing like that anymore. Just pure acceptance. After I was done with giving him 30 lashes, I untied him and told him to get in the cage. After he was in, I locked the door and secured his hands with handcuffs again. Then I took of my shoes and socks and told him to suck my toes and kiss my feet. The nigger is really talented when it comes about sucking something. I enjoyed the 10 minutes that he took care of my feet. Was so good to see him in that cage and to enjoy his feet worshipping at the same time. I really liked it, and, in the future, I will definitely increase that training with him.
I got him out of the cage, took off his collar, took off his manacles (how I hate this part) and allowed him to put on his clothes. His training was over. We left the dungeon, he took a shower and then we had a breakfast together. After the breakfast, I drove him to the station, and he entered a bus and left. A wonderful 24 hours were over. And that was my first nigger slave. I felt like in heaven! It was fucking amazing.
