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jthaddeus -> First Meet and workout (9/25/2007 6:38:15 PM)
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I first spoke with SadistMasterMax over 3 months ago. We talked a lot,
and the conversations moved to email and instant messages, but I was
always too afraid to meet in person.
A few weeks later, he asked me to take his boy Dustin hiking. Dustin
is an amazing young man and we spoke about his life since becoming
Max's boy, and the concept both excited me, but still scared me, being
so distinctly different from anything I'd known in real life.
As I'm currently in training for a winter ascent of the Sierras, I
finally worked up the courage to come down and visit so as to share a
workout session with his (pending) slave Jason (also, a fine and well
traveled young man) Not only was the workout more intense than any I'd
had in the Army, but the conditions under which it happened were
intimate and there was an obvious caring shared amongst them, and I
felt immediately disarmed by the gentle command Max has over the
household.
Before, when I thought of sadists, I thought of someone who enjoyed
hurting other people and "being mean" I'm still coming to terms with
the concept of a truly caring sadist.
When we first talked, I felt bad, as I could not answer so many of his
questions honestly with anything more than an "I don't know" or "I
think X, but I've never tried"
I felt immediately comfortable that very first night, and ended up
sleeping on the floor next to the Masters bed, with his slave Jason,
while his boy Dustin slept in bed with him.
The next time I came down, I was allowed to try wearing a collar. No
contract or obligation so it was nothing like being "really" collared
I suppose, but still it was exciting. My workout wasn't nearly as long
as I was still suffering from the previous workout and thankfully
Master Max was more attentive to my condition than I was, and he
noticed that I'd not kept up properly on my meds, and had me remedy
the situation. (He'd taken the time to read up on my condition before
inviting me down)
That evening I found my balls in a vice, and the following morning
began with more torture. While I can say for certain that I do not
like the genital torture at all, I still found the experience of
really submitting for it to be amazingly powerful.
We later went out to their friends house, with me still collared, and
then out to a movie theater which was a little unnerving, but overall
a very positive experience. I was rather surprised at the complete
lack of attention walking around collared gets. I suppose for enough
people they're fashion accessories, that no one takes any notice.
Later that evening, after more running I was given the opportunity to
shower with and then dry Dustin, which was amazing both in that I
truly am attracted to him mentally and emotionally, he approaches my
idea of a god physically, and the very act of being there, on my knees
soaping his feet, and later to be sopping wet toweling him off as he
stood there, smiling and confident, I believe might have been one of
the highlights of my stay.
Later that evening, after my workout was over, it was time for me to
go home, but first I went out with Dustin to do some shopping. Before
the trip my collar was removed, and although I know it was not a
"real" collar, still the removal had me at first both hurt and bitter
for a few moments until I remembered that it was never my collar to
begin with. Furthermore I have been given the chance to come back and
see if I fit into this household after the shock has worn off, and if
so, perhaps to have the chance to become part of it. :)
Overall, I could not be happier, and I find it hard to wipe the smile
off my face, which causes my friends to ask what's going on.
Anyway, I am incredibly happy right now, but also feeling almost dazed
by the whole experience and trying to compose myself again before
heading back down there this evening.
-- James
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