The 24/7 Experiment – The 2005 Enslavement Diaries 3

While mopping the floors or vacuuming, standing or walking was strictly taboo. As commanded, the slave did everything on his knees. I was quite satisfied with the results of his work.

After the cleaning, I had a family commitment to attend to. Although I wanted to use the slave afterward, he was allowed to stay in the bathroom and clean himself thoroughly while I was away. This meant rinsing his colon, showering, and shaving his entire body. Normally, a slave is never allowed to close a door behind him in my apartment, as the deprivation of self-determined privacy is, in my opinion, a vital part of a slave’s life. Today, however, I locked him in the small bathroom. Since visiting my family can take several hours, I gave him the “Leather Handbook” to read. When I returned and unlocked the door, I found him kneeling on the bathmat, focused on the book. I put his collar and cuffs back on. In addition, I placed a leather mask with a gag on him, closed the eye patches, and returned him to his cage.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. A close friend was visiting. We talked for a while, as he had recently become very interested in SM. The more information he got, the more intense his curiosity became – he wanted to see the slave kneeling in the cage. I handle my SM preferences very openly. Just as I don’t hide being gay, I don’t feel the need to hide my lifestyle. My friends – whether straight or gay, vanilla or into SM – know about my preferences. I enjoy the fact that I don’t fit the typical stereotype of a gay SM Master. As they say: “Still waters run deep.”

After my friend left, I had to head out for another half hour. The “piece of mud” stayed in the cage. Upon my return, I began preparing dinner. I love to cook, and since it’s a creative outlet for me, it’s a task I rarely hand over to slaves. I prepared my plate and filled the slave’s dog bowl. Before I sat down, I brought him out of the cage so we could have dinner together. I sat at the table, while the slave was on his knees on the floor beside me. After dinner, I watched TV and gave the slave time to digest, as 50 slashes were next on the program. I knew he was waiting for them with passion, but also with huge respect. I postponed the action intentionally, so he would have to relive the anticipation in his mind over and over. This mixture of positive expectation and healthy fear is a crucial point in training a slave.

The slave was chained by his arms and legs between two walls. He was brave, waiting in a sharp X-position. I prefer this position over a cross because the slave stands open in the room, accessible from all sides, without the “protection” of a wooden frame. A black silk sack over his head and a rubber gag in his mouth limited his perception. I selected five different impact toys from my collection and laid them across his shoulders. First a broad leather belt, then three lashes of varying leather quality (from soft to hard), and finally the cane. You could feel the tension and the fear as I took the instruments from his shoulders and began to caress him with the belt.

The first ten slashes with the leather belt smacked against his ass. Broad red welts, mirroring the pattern of the belt’s holes, began to glow. The slave groaned and tried to shift away from the blows, which was impossible since he was tied so tightly. After the first ten, I held him close for a few moments to show him that this doesn’t come from malice, but from my appreciation for him. Then, I took the first whip. In these moments, you notice that fear is often stronger than pain. The second series of ten slashes found their way to his ass. Countless fine stripes from the whip merged with the broad stripes from the belt. The third series followed without a break, this time across his back and upper thighs.

The slave was fighting back tears. I took him into my arms and gave him warmth. I could tell he wanted to finish all 50 slashes. If I had stopped then, he would have lost that internal sense of achievement. I felt his will to push through was stronger than his fear, even with the two hardest instruments still to come. I took the hard leather whip and struck the wall beside him first. He flinched, even though it didn’t touch him. His ears were signaling a pain his body hadn’t felt yet. Then, the fourth set of ten slashes hit his back. His reactions became jumpy and intense. His muscles were so tense his skin nearly seemed to burst, but the chains held him still. He must have felt completely defenseless. I enjoyed it.

Afterward, I released him from his anchors, and we watched some TV together. Later, I chained him and ordered him to get ready for a scene in the bedroom. When I entered the room, he grumbled at me. I was surprised because I knew how much he loved being chained and used. Clearly, something else was wrong. We discussed it, but with little success. He spent the night chained in his cage.

The next morning, I brought him into my bed, but I could still feel his resistance. I took off his chains, and then it happened – the big breakdown. He began to snarl, turned away from me, and wept. He wouldn’t answer my questions, so I left the room for a moment. When I came back, because his well-being truly matters to me, he cuddled up to me and just cried. He missed his friends, he couldn’t take it anymore, he wasn’t ready yet…

I hugged him and told him that today would be a “normal” day. I wanted to show him the city and give him space to think. We showered together, and he spoiled me by soaping me down. Then we went to the old town of Zurich. In the evening, we cooked together, and he was allowed to eat normally at the table with me. Around 9:00 p.m., his desire to serve began to return. Symbolically, I put his collar back on. We went to the bedroom, where I fucked him hard. I love to fuck! For the first time, he smiled while I was inside him, completely relaxed. I think his trust in me grew again that day. We fell asleep together.

In the middle of the night, I woke up and saw him sleeping peacefully on his stomach. His tight ass was presented in full splendor, and I got so hard. I put on a condom, applied plenty of lube, and slid into him gently. He was still sleeping, groaning in his dreams. It was incredibly hot. I started to fuck him – soft at first, then with increasing intensity. He groaned sweetly, and I noticed him starting to wake up. I pumped into him deeper and deeper, his ass clapping against my lap. It was beautiful. Afterward, we slept again, cuddled together.

On Monday, I got up before him and made my own coffee. I let him sleep in. When he finally got up, I told him to shave and shower. I spoiled him with a hot chocolate. I gave him the day to reflect on everything since his arrival, and we talked a lot. He wrote in his diary while I worked. It was a cozy day, but I could feel he was fighting a huge internal conflict. I wanted to give him the time he needed. The night was spent back in the cage.

On Tuesday morning, I had to get up early. I tried to wake him, but he just turned away in his cage. Since I was in a hurry, I got ready and locked the cage before I left. Throughout the morning, I couldn’t stop thinking about Stephan. I knew he wasn’t as far along as he thought. Living as a permanent slave might be right for him in a few years, but not now. He is incredibly submissive, but not in a position to devote his entire life to a Master yet. He has been through a lot and experienced many disappointments. I didn’t want to be another one. I was waiting for him to decide to give up, and I felt that moment was close.

To be honest, he tended to exaggerate his experience at first. He claimed to have served for a long time, but our conversations revealed that his previous “Masters” weren’t really Masters at all – just older men who liked having a young guy around. There was some SM, but he never faced real consequences or a true loss of freedom. That isn’t “serving” in my book. I felt that Stephan needs a man who provides both command and support, safety and warmth. But he isn’t ready to dedicate his life completely. I waited for him to call it off…

At midday, I came home, released him from the cage, and we talked. We decided to end the experiment. I organized his journey home. Wednesday we spent sightseeing in the city before he departed in the evening.

Stephan is a lovely human being, and I wish him nothing but the best. I’m sure he will continue with SM, and perhaps one day, he will live as a permanent slave. But that will take time. I hope the Masters who welcome him for sessions treat him with care and consequence. I hope they make him feel like a slave he is but more importantly, I hope those Masters are full of care and caution in their hearts. That is what he needs. For my sake, do not disappoint or hurt that boy!

Slave Stephan (2005): Chores & Punishment

On Saturday, the Master woke me up around midday. As usual, I crawled into the kitchen to prepare coffee for him. When I served it to his bed, I was allowed to slip in and cuddle for a bit. Then it started. He fucked me. It was extremely lustful because he is a truly great fucker – he is persistent and hard.

Then I received the order to clean his apartment. I was allowed to stand upright for most of it, except when mopping or vacuuming – those tasks had to be done on my knees. When I finished after a few hours, I was allowed to clean, rinse, and shave myself. I knew my Master had to go out again, and I was locked in the bathroom. He returned two hours later. By then, I was ready for him, kneeling on the floor and reading the Leather Handbook. He seized me, covered my head with a leather mask (with patches and a gag), put me in cuffs, and locked me in the cage.

A bit later, I heard that my Master had a visitor. I couldn’t see anything because of the mask, but I could hear my Sir showing me to his guest. It was a strange feeling – being presented to a stranger like an animal in a zoo, naked and surrendered. Strange, but very lustful! After a while, they left, and I remained in the cage.

When MasterMarc came back, he didn’t let me out immediately. Only after another hour was I released. He had cooked for both of us, and I received a warm, normal meal: rice with curry sauce, chicken, and fruit. Sir sat at the table while I ate from my bowl on the floor. Eating a warm meal like that isn’t easy – I scalded my nose twice because I was pressing my face so deep into the trough.

I knew I would still receive 50 slashes that night. We watched some TV first, and then it was time. I was chained in an X-position between two walls, my arms and legs spread wide. Again, I was gagged and a silk sack was pulled over my head. Sir fetched his instruments: a belt, three whips, and a cane. He laid them across my shoulders, taking them down one by one to caress me with them. Then the real work began. The first 30 slashes were almost innocent compared to the last 20. I felt every strike and the pain that came with it. I love pain, so I really wanted those last 20. It was a brutal, intense kind of pain, but still very lustful for me. Afterward, he hugged me, and released me.

Suddenly, he fetched something else and put me in irons like a prisoner – one chain connecting my collar to the cuffs on my arms and legs. I love chains; they feel right. I had to go to the bedroom, lie on my front, and grease my slut. When he joined me a few minutes later, I was in a foul mood and grumbled at him. He didn’t like that at all. After a short, unsuccessful conversation, I was sent to the cage – my room – to sleep in my chains.

Slave Stephan (2005): My Crisis

On Sunday, around 1:00 p.m., he took me out of the cage and let me into his bed. I didn’t feel well at all. I wanted to give up and was weeping. I just couldn’t handle the situation anymore. Sir gave me the cold shoulder at first, leaving me alone in my misery. I kept crying. After a few minutes, he came back, and we talked while cuddling. He was very intense with me. He decided we would spend the day normally, and he showed me the city. We took a beautiful walk through Zurich. Back home, we cooked together, and I was allowed to sit at the table with him.

Around 9:00 p.m., my desire to be “a piece of mud” returned. I was his little dog again. He ordered me to the bedroom and fucked me hard. It was the first time I beamed with joy while he did it. It was a lustful feeling to be so intensely needed. We fell asleep in his bed. In the middle of the night, I woke up and realized Sir was already fucking me while I was asleep. The feeling of having no choice was so intense. That wake-up fuck was incredibly lustful!

Slave Stephan (2005): Final Report

The week with MasterMarc was very lustful and eye-opening. I gained insight into so many things – like being locked in a cage or chained to a wall for hours. Even eating from a trough was a cool experience. I’m taking a lot away from this, and I will try to live this kind of life to the fullest. What I appreciated most was MasterMarc’s caring nature, but also his consistency. I am very happy to have met him. The day I had my crisis and we walked through Zurich was a very special day for me. MasterMarc is an honest, confident, and very cautious man.

Regarding why I am breaking off the test: At first, I thought, “This is exactly what I’ve been looking for.” But I realized I am not ready for life as a permanent slave yet. Continuing would have brought no result, and it would have hindered MasterMarc as well. Because of my mixed feelings, it became impossible to go on. There were moments where I enjoyed the torture, but then a blockade would hit. I started to resist the treatment. I just wanted to run away because it wasn’t lustful anymore. It was never a feeling of being abused – it just stopped being “fun.” My decision to stop was the best solution. My brain and my stomach told me: “You are not ready for this yet.” Even so, I felt completely safe with MasterMarc. This Master is a real Master, not some idiot driven only by lust. He knows what he is doing.

Slave Stephan (2005): Advice for other Slaves

I can only tell every boy to consider exactly what he is looking for. Be sure that you want to live it and not hide that part of yourself. This masochistic side is a part of us. I live it now, and I enjoy it. Feeling pain and surrendering is lustful, not perverse – it’s normal. Don’t worry about what others think; listen to your heart and live your fantasies.

For years, I hid this secret, thinking it was perverse. Now I know it’s a desire that is simply there. Be honest with yourself. Don’t just masturbate to these fantasies – live them! At first, you might wonder about what you are doing, but soon you will realize that you need the pain, the service, and the surrender. It is a passion that will always be with you. Don’t play hide and seek with yourself. Don’t dream it, be it!

MasterMarc (2026 Reflection): Owner and Anchor 

I was truly amazed when this diary fell back into my hands after all these years. It struck me how advanced my SM philosophy already was back then – the core principles haven’t really changed. Of course, I have deepened them and articulated them more precisely over time, but my values have remained the same. I think it’s essential to share a “failed” test like this with you, because there is often much more to learn from these experiences.

In reality, it wasn’t a failure at all – it simply wasn’t the right time for Stephan. It took a lot of strength for him to admit that. As he said himself: you have to live it and never be ashamed of it. And let’s be real – not every experiment can end in a “success” in the traditional sense.

As a Master, you must learn to read your slaves. Today, this is even more central to my practice when I take on a new boy. I know it’s a lot of work and not necessarily “hot” in a traditional sense, but it’s worth it. I like to say that my goal is to know the boy better than he knows himself. 🙂 It’s an ambitious goal, but I work at it because, ultimately, I am the one who must make the decisions for him.

Since that time, I have gained experience in many different forms: frequently serving boys, SM-based relationships, regular periods of long-term 24/7 holiday slavery, and long-term slavery where the boy lives with me but keeps a normal job. I’ve even lived through long-term 24/7 total slavery where the slave officially worked for me, putting his entire life under my absolute control and leadership. Each of these forms has its pros and cons, but I’ll share more on that another time.

Looking back at this experiment with Stephan – which was one of my first steps in this direction – I must admit that from my current perspective, I did things then that I wouldn’t do now. It just goes to show how vital experience is for a Master. Today, I place even more focus on the mental aspect, as I see it as the very foundation of enslavement. A boy’s headspace – his thoughts, his feelings – must be recalibrated to “Slave.” Once that is achieved, many other problems can be prevented. This mental work is demanding, but it pays off.

When someone is transitioned into a live-in slave, the emotional component is vital. Trust is built not just on a mental level – KNOWING you are in good, protective hands – but also on an emotional level. The slave needs to FEEL secure and develop an intense emotional bond with the Master, seeing him as both owner and safety anchor. This trust is eminent for the transformation of a sub or session-slave into a true slave in life. That is why aftercare is not a “luxury” but a necessity. 

This experiment with Stephan was just the beginning. It taught me that being a Master isn’t about the chains you put on a boy – it’s about the freedom you give him to surrender completely. I hope these insights help you understand the depth of what we do. There is so much more to explore, and I look forward to sharing more of my journey and philosophy with you soon.

MasterMarc