From Kinky to Slave Chapter 9: White and Bottled

After a month and a half of encounters and sessions, the man summoned me again on a Sunday. I had lived moments that I never thought I would live. I had never suspected that part of my "personality". Me, a slave... If someone had told me two months ago, I would have laughed. It's been a while since I knew I was attracted to people of the same sex. It wasn't easy to accept. Well, accept is a big word. I was deeply closeted. Many fantasies... But always with guys my own age. Even with guys I knew, and who awakened sexual desire in me. I had never been attracted to individuals who could have been my father. But look at this "fifty-year-old" ... He does what he wants with me. The master explained that submission for him had 4 phases.

1- The first phase is DESIRE: we see images that excite us... if we comment on them with others, they tell us we're crazy "how can you like this... you're a degenerate".

2- The second phase is FANTASY: we project ourselves into BDSM porn scenes. We start to materialize those desires we felt in the desire phase. But they're still merely sexual. Nevertheless, we start to know what role we play.

3- The third phase is MATURITY: we've understood what our role is as "Omegas". We're born to serve. We're born to find the alpha to whom we'll surrender our will. Not just our body, but also our SOUL. We aspire to be annulled, humiliated, objectified. We want to be reduced to the maximum. Not by just anyone. But by this superior being to whom we've surrendered our will. In this phase, we have to find our alpha. Before, we weren't "mature". Or at least, we didn't understand our role. We were obsessed with these fantasies, the practices themselves.

4- The fourth phase is DESPERATION. The master says he doesn't want anyone to enter this phase. When you enter BDSM chats, you see guys, generally advanced in age, who desperately seek extreme practices. They haven't been able to find their alpha, probably because they haven't understood their role as Omega. When you're an omega, you're born to serve. It doesn't matter what your tastes are. Your pleasure is materialized when your master is happy. For my part, what I like most is feeling the spasms of the master's body just before noticing him cum inside me.

That morning I felt some excitement knowing I was going to live. I was going to the encounters with less fear, even though the modus operandi was the same. Turn off the phone. Kidnapping. Handcuffed and blindfolded in the trunk. Descend to the dungeon in the dark. Get completely naked. Enter the Dungeon, kneel, and kiss his feet. Routine that the Master applied to everyone.

After leaving me naked, kneeling with my hands behind my neck because he had to attend a phone call, he came down and gave me a clear order:

- Take off my pants!

I took a while to react, I didn't know if he was serious until he gave me a light slap.

- Come on, obey, he said with a firm an...