(9 pics / 1 video) Today my article dives deep into my intense “slave vacation” with MasterMarc. I detail how my BDSM journey evolved beyond just sex, focusing on the raw experience of slave feeding. From being caged in a “parrot swing” to the visceral humiliation of eating from a bowl – even with an unexpected topping in front of guests – I share how these moments, blending shame and immense arousal, truly shaped me.
Alright, guys, gather ’round! Last september, MasterMarc dropped an article where he spilled the tea on his take on pet play, and even better, he laid out a bunch of crucial dog play elements he throws into his BDSM. And yeah, you might’ve spotted me in there too! That whole piece totally zoomed me back to my first visit with him, the very first time I got hit with those elements.
Now, don’t you worry, I’ll definitely be dishing more about my adventures with MasterMarc later on, but today, I wanna zero in on something specific: slave feeding.
Before I ever set foot in MasterMarc’s place, my BDSM experiences were pretty much all about sex. You know, just a wild, sometimes humiliating, sometimes painful, balls-to-the-wall draining. But with MasterMarc? Nah, it’s a whole different vibe. It’s about weaving BDSM into your everyday life, living it as a lifestyle. That sounded seriously appealing during the intense chats we had beforehand. So, three years ago, when I was just 18, I packed my bags and went for my first “slave vacation” with him. It was the first, but definitely not the last. But as always in BDSM, those first-time moments? They hit different. They’re the most intense.
The Cage and the Parrot Swing
So, that first day in the evening, he cut off the action ’cause he was hungry. Next thing I know, I’m shoved into the cage in the Red Room – one of the rooms in his massive dungeon. Of course, he wasn’t exactly concerned about my comfort.
Before that, he’d taped me up. I think it’s called a parrot swing, right? That’s where you sit with your knees pulled up, a stick threaded under your hamstrings, and then you fix that stick with the inside of your elbows. Your hands are tied in front of your knees. Trust me, it’s a super effective way to restrain someone with simple stuff, and it gets seriously tiring after a while. He told me to use the time to think really hard if I actually wanted to go through with this longer slave experience. Then he locked the cage and left me alone in the dark.
It was definitely not what you’d call a comfy position. I felt totally helpless and at his mercy. But at the same time, throughout the day, I’d already realized I was with a Master who knew his stuff, had experience, and, even more importantly, looked out for me and protected me. Still, I guess it’s only natural to have some doubts creep in, especially when you’re alone in the dark like that. But here’s the kicker: I was rock hard, and in a position where there was no way in hell I could get to my cock!
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It felt like an eternity, but it was only about 45 minutes. Then the lights came back on. MasterMarc came over, opened the cage again, and quickly snipped the duct tape with bandage scissors. Rip! It felt good to have that stick gone. He sat down in a chair in the Red Room, and I was ordered to come to him on all fours. So there I was, kneeling before him, looking up, and he asked me what my decision was and what thoughts led me to it.
I spilled everything – my thoughts, my doubts, but I also confessed that I was super horny the whole time. He just smiled and goes, “Oh, so the little piece of dirt had a hard-on?” It’s stupid, but in that kind of situation, you just feel completely ashamed, even though there’s no reason to be. And you won’t believe it, right then and there, my little friend started to grow again. I saw that Master saw it. He just acknowledged it with a smile and asked if he even needed to ask me anymore, or if that was my answer. I was even more embarrassed, but I stammered that he could take it as my answer, but I also wanted to explicitly say that I wanted to go through with the whole thing because I thought it was the right thing and I really wanted to see if it was right for me.
“Then let’s stop chatting and get some food, it’ll do us both good. I whipped up something simple quickly.” And yeah, the last time I’d eaten was on my trip to him, and I was genuinely hungry. I won’t bore you with the details of how I’m a bit picky about food, but those were things he’d already cleared beforehand. See? I told you, we had intense conversations before I even met him in real life, so I started building trust even before I knew him in person.
Eating Like a ‘Dirty Pig’: The Shame and the Rush
On a leash and all fours, we headed into the dungeon’s lounge. As I crawled, I saw from a distance that there were already pots on the table, but it was only set for one person. I wondered if he wasn’t going to eat.
“If you want to know what it’s like to be a slave, then you should eat like a proper piece of dirt.” He served himself, and then my food went into a bowl that he’d also prepared. I wondered if he was serious. But as soon as he placed the bowl on the floor next to the table and wished me a good appetite, it was crystal clear how serious he was. I asked him if I could have cutlery. He just smiled and asked me, “Have you ever seen pigs eat with a knife and fork? Now eat!”
Somehow horrified but at the same time turned on, I leaned over the bowl and, for the first time, dipped my face into the food. Believe me, it’s not easy when you don’t want to get messy and you definitely don’t want to dunk your face in the sauce. But there’s no way around it, because somehow you have to get the food into your mouth. 😉 Sadly, no pics from this first time, but here a short snipped from another dog bowl lunch.
It was humiliating to get yourself dirty. You’re brought up to be as clean as possible, and in that situation, you were just a slob. Somehow it was even worse because you weren’t being made dirty by someone else; you were getting yourself dirty. But at the same time, it satisfied that inner need for humiliation. That high that grows out of shame, because you also know that you’re in a safe place. Nothing can happen to you, even though you’ve hit rock bottom. That was a huge difference from the BDSM cruising experiences I knew before.
Master, of course, finished eating much faster with his knife and fork than I did, being the little dirty pig eating out of a bowl. Even while he was eating, he regularly made comments or gave instructions now and then. But when he was done, he pulled the chair in front of me and watched me, then humiliated me, sometimes pressing my face into the bowl, then again saying I was a totally filthy dirtbag who hadn’t even learned to eat properly.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so constantly horny during a meal. And that level of horniness wasn’t as high with future bowl feedings either. Okay, there are exceptions, but I’ll get to those later. I also talked to MasterMarc about it, and he said that’s a typical thing with “humiliation.” It’s usually very high in new situations, but the more often you do something, the more normal it becomes for you. Which doesn’t mean I like it any less. 😉
And yeah, bowl eating became normal at MasterMarc’s place, but it also had its escalations. I think it was on the third or fourth day. It was lunchtime, and since MasterMarc usually doesn’t eat lunch, I made myself pasta with ham cubes and egg. While I was naked with a collar in the dungeon kitchen, I suddenly heard a strange voice. MasterMarc suddenly walked into the doorway and told me to take the pan off the heat for a moment; a friend had arrived, and he wanted to introduce me. I asked if I should put something on. But his answer was very short: “No, you’re to get on your knees!”
From my past, I was already used to strangers seeing me naked, but not really as a slave on my knees. He put the leash on my collar, and then I had to follow him on all fours into the lounge, where his friend was already sitting.
I’ll definitely elaborate on the topic of being paraded around another time, but just to say, it was humiliating how he showed me off to his friend, he even showed him my hole. Then I briefly had to serve Master and his friend something to drink until I got the order to finish my food, put it in the bowl, and come into the lounge with the bowl to eat with them. I think I immediately blushed.
Meal with a Special Topping
When I finished cooking, I went into the lounge, slightly ashamed, knowing I had to eat out of a bowl in front of a stranger. I was about to put the bowl on the floor, but Master ordered me to put it on the table. Somehow I felt relieved that I would probably be allowed to eat at the table and not on the floor in front of him and his friend. But I was mistaken.
“Piss over your food!” came the command. I was paralyzed… I held my dick over the bowl, but nothing came out. It’s fucking hard to piss on command, and especially when you feel four eyes directly on you. Then both of them started laughing, making fun of me, etc. It was so humiliating. Eventually, a little bit of pee came out, but not much. “You need more!” Eventually, I relaxed, and suddenly it started flowing. Not a lot, but a fair amount. Master then said, “Okay, it’s not much, but let it be. Place the bowl here in front of us and then eat!”
I think you can imagine how I felt. And MasterMarc even took pictures of the whole thing. I thought, “Earth, swallow me!” But I had to go through with it. I felt so dirty and low, and it was super embarrassing. But yeah, you guessed it, there was also a feeling of satisfaction, of having arrived, and yes, of horniness. Not cock-horniness, but immense head-horniness. I felt like shit and super good at the same time. Thank you, MasterMarc!
You think that was my hottest bowl experience? It was good, but it was topped towards the end of my first slave vacation with MasterMarc. :)) But I’ve already written four pages now. I think I’ll tell you about it another time. But don’t be mad if that report is shorter, because I can already promise you a longer video now.
I’m looking forward to your feedback and your experiences with the topic. Write comments or maybe we can even chat about it sometime.
