First Slave Lesson

“He then proceeded to give me what he called my first “slave lesson.” He told me that he knew my name, but from now on would only address me as “Slave.” He said I did not need to know *his* name, and that I must always address him as “Master.” Furthermore, he told me that I must never use the words “I” or “me” or “my” – I must always refer to myself as “your slave.” I was not a person anymore and was not entitled to be an “I.”

This first lesson ended with his command that I must never speak unless spoken to, OR unless I first asked (or rather “begged”) for permission to speak. He then spent hours forcing me to “practice” my lesson. He removed the gag (having assured me that screams could not be heard by anyone, and would be severely punished), and began his drill:

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“What are you?”

“Your slave”

“Who am I?”

“You are the Master!”

“How do you ask to speak?”

“Master, your slave begs for permission to speak.”

“What are you?”

“Your slave.”

Over and over, he repeated these and similar questions as my initial indoctrination. When he was finally through, he untied my ankles and forced me to hobble through the house, carried me down the steps to the basement, and introduced me to my new “home”.

From “A slave story” written by BDSM fan Snyder

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