My Destiny

He has been grooming me through the chat rooms and email. He liked the pictures I sent him, doing things I thought I could never do. The first lot of pictures I sent him I had my face blurred, but his persuasion and understanding helped me overcome my shyness. Then came the web cam, he said he liked that, but when I was sending him videos of me to his P.O. Box he was overjoyed. The first video was our two-month anniversary of when we started in the chat rooms. I had to tell him on video my real name and address, the longing to suck cock and being arse fucked. Most of all I had to tell him how much I liked his control over me. You might think of him as a stranger, well, I suppose he was, but he is my Master so how could he be a stranger.

He allowed me to masturbate as much as I wanted, providing it was to images of me serving him. Not having seen a picture of him it was a little difficult.

After seeing the first video of me he said it was time for me to sign the contract, so a few days later a package arrived in the post, there were several pages. The first a standard contract giving my whole self to his control, there were clauses about body modification if and when he wished it. My cock was rock hard and begging to be wanked so I knew it was the right thing to do, so I signed it. Before looking at the other pages I had a real good wank. After cleaning myself I made a cup of tea and sat down to look at the other pages. But I read the contract again and with a clear head free of sexual thoughts, I thought “it all seems real, I am now owned, what have I done!” I could have just torn it up, but I couldn’t, he instructed me to sign and send it back to him. My head was telling me allsorts of conflicting things, a stranger I meet over the Internet having pictures and videos of me performing for his pleasure. He had enough stuff on me to destroy my life as I know it now, what was I doing? I was shaking with fear when I remembered what he said to me at times like these. So I went over to the bookshelf and took out the book ‘How to be a good slave’. I opened it at the self-help pages and started to read. Within 10 minutes my cock was hard and my mind now clear of the doubts I was having.

The other pages was a questionnaire, so I just filled it in. my Master wanted to know more about me, my family, my friends and my work. So I answered all his questions giving names and address as prompted. He wanted to know about my financial situation, loans, credit cards, bank accounts, how much equity I had on my house, everything. My cock rock hard again begging to be wanked, but I had to keep focused, I have to do the right thing for my Master first, before anything else. Then at last it was done, so after placing it in the envelope he provided I took it to the post box and posted it. When I got back I had another wank, it’s feeling a little sore now.

That evening when I was chatting to my Master in the chat rooms I told him the contract and the questionnaire are in the post. All he said was good and changed the subject to what he wanted me to do in the next video. It was then I realised I was just another slave to him, that’s ok, because I am. The next few videos I had to imagine I was talking to one of my friends and telling him how much I want his cock in my mouth and up my arse. I did seven videos like that, each one to a different friend and lasting 20 minutes. I thought the male blow up doll was a good touch. The best one or the worst depending on your opinion was of one of my brothers, if he saw that, well… I had to put it out of my mind and keep focused on my Master’s orders. Everything my Master says make sense, by doing each task one at a time without question brings me closer to my true destiny and only my Master knows that. It was hard to trust him at first, so when I sent him the first picture with my face showing, I had to blank my mind of everything just to click the send button. It sounds a bit silly now.

Last night my Master told me something that really shook me; I mean shook me to the very core of my soul. He explained that all his other slaves are eunuch’s and I was to join his household to serve him, like the rest. I didn’t know what to reply, what do you say to someone who is taking you as their slave. I know what you are thinking, that I went into this with my eyes wide open and I guess I did. But it didn’t seem that real at the time, just replying to text appearing on the computer screen, sending pictures via the Internet and the videos, they just went into the post box. I do like the control he has over me, that’s why I was able to stick at it and he made it easy for me. “Just do one task when I say without thinking what the next task might be. Think of today and not of tomorrow”, was what he has been saying. The words like Brainwashing and mind control have probably come to your mind. Well no, not in my case, I knew what I was doing all the time, just didn’t realise it would turn out like this. If I don’t go and serve him, as he wants me to then I know he would use all the stuff against me and he would be quite right to do just that. I have to remember that I signed the contract and have given my word to let him control my future and me. Besides, my Master has helped me to find my true self, what more could I want.

So before I go to Scotland I had strict instructions to destroy my computer so no body could trace me when I am gone. I was to vanish from the world, do a ‘Reggie Perrin’, as it were. But before I go and start a new life in servitude, I just wanted you guys at the Eunuch Archive to know a little bit about me.