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  • Yes the mirror is dirty. I’ll clean it later. 🤣

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    He took me into the playroom and strapped me face up to the floating table. I was naked except for my cock cage and a leather choke collar, but I could watch everything clearly in the mirror on the ceiling above me. He took some clippers off the wall and immediately sheared a huge X into my chest. Taking it down to the stubble.
    I felt powerless as I felt the razor scrape across my skin and take away my masculinity. He kept going untill all my chest hair was gone.

    I heard him laugh as he trimmed out my pubic hair into the shape of a heart - he was enjoying this way too much. It was humiliating to have my man hood toyed with in this way, though I now know the card I’m sending him on Valentines day.
    My cock was straining so hard to get free that Sarge finally let it out of the cage but immediately applied a ball stretcher to my balls and cinched them down tight with rope to my toes. He restrained my hands above my head so he could now shave all the hair away under my pits.

    It was when he started clipping my crotch hair away that I really started to tremble - this is it, my manhood was completely being stripped away. I was helpless to do anything but watch as my hair was shorn away and I was turned into a powerless slave.

    He left the room for 5 minutes and came back with a bucket of warm water and razor. He wet me down none too gently, applied a clear lotion to my body and took the razor to the stubble and for half and hour shaved every part of my body perfectly smooth. My wet body began to shiver in the cold air of the room, but he didn’t pay any attention to that and continued on - methodically shaving me smooth.

    When done, he let me go and made me get on the hard wood floor. - wet, naked, and shivering. The floor was soaking wet. He gave me 5 minutes and a bucket of rags to mop it all up, and he left the room. I quickly cleaned up every inch of the floor and then stayed kneeled in the center of the room, head bowed and hands behind my back for when he returned for his final inspection….

    I returned home from my last trip to Atlanta, completely broken, but in a very good way. I hadn’t been completely broken like this for about 10 years. It happened on the last day - when I was left at home with Sarge while Coach went to work. We were...

    When Sarge came back in; i was sitting naked and shaved down in the middle of the dungeon floor, head bowed, hands behind back, and still shivering a little. It took him no time to put up the stocks and make me put my neck and wrists into it.

    My ball parachute was still dangling from my balls and he cinched that down tightly between my legs to the bars in front of me. this caused me to squat and immediately my thighs began to burn… as i struggled to hold this stress position.
    Next he placed the ass hook in my ass and forced my ass up as far as it could go causing even more tension on my balls which were being pulled the opposite way. i could not move in either direction and i felt utterly helpless.

    This gave him the perfect target to hit - my already bruised ass. He started talking about each paddle and cane he had in his arsenal and how i was about to experience each one individually. He started with the heavy wood one and I immediately started yelping with each blow….my thighs were already giving out and i started worrying about how long i could realistically hold this position? But every time i started thinking of that, a volley of blows would turn my ass on fire and my attention was immediately turned to the other pain in my body.

    My thighs hurt so badly that i gingerly tried to find a different position between blows as he walked back to the corner to pick out the next paddle. i was able to back up a bit and step off the wood platform if I was willing to stretch my nuts out even further. When I did that i noticed the pain immediately shifted to my hamstrings and then felt rigid iron shackles being clamped around my ankles. Sarge was putting a stop to any more movement in my position! i knew right then i had to live with this and there was no more shifting positions in my future. Wham - the next volley of blows to my ass began. then some caning on my back - i was trembling uncontrollably and emotions were bubbling up from deep inside my core.
    Sarge put a hand mirror on the ground under my head in the only spot I could see. i watched my face and dangling nipple clamps (Yes two pair) swing as he continued to wail on my ass. And then it happened - i BROKE!

    i began to cry uncontrollably- not from the pain, but from the raw emotion of not being able to control a single thing and from the unbelievable high of endorphines flowing through my body. Also from the trust I had in this man with my body and how much i so wanted to please him with the amount of pain i could willingly take. The hand mirror began to blur in the puddle of tears it was catching. It was super surreal to watch the reflection of my own face as each falling tear c

    Jay Donahue
    December 9, 2018, 3:49 pm

    Omg yes this is amazing thank you for sharing

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