I remember my first time being owned by a MASTER. I was programmed pretty good; I reached a point of sissygasming from just the thought of being owned, used and abused...but nothing can totally prepare us for the shift between fantasy and reality. And this is a good thing, because in that gap are hidden illusions that still need to be shattered. And that shattering breaks us at our core.
I remember the first moment of pain was erotically wondrous but after awhile I started to feel deeply uncomfortable and tried to stop it...but it was too late. I had already crossed the line of no return. I had sabotaged all my relationships, lost my job, sold everything I owned and spent all my time gooning and all my money on my feminization. I got into sissy goth and going to S&M sex clubs.
One day I was in one of those sex clubs taking a piss in the mens room and this older hot looking man stepped up to the urinal next to me and pulled out a giant COCK and began to take a major piss. I was so stoned that it took me a while to realize I was staring at his COCK and getting myself hard. I suddenly looked up into his eyes and discovered that he was watching me and smiling. I blushed and looked away and apologized for staring. He laughed and said it was okay, that it happened to him all the time. He went on to say that is was one of the perks of having a huge beautiful COCK.
Then he softly touched my shoulder and whispered in my ear: It's okay my little girl, you can look at my COCK if you want, you can touch it, you can kiss it...I know you really want to and it's okay cause i want you to as well." His voice was hypnotic and I soon found myself totally entranced doing everything this man said without hesitation and each time I followed a command I felt a wave of pure erotic orgasmic energy ripple through my being.
By the end of the evening I found myself naked, wasted on major drugs, collared and leashed and caged in his basement. I had given him my wallet with all the money I had left in the world and all my worldly identification. I had signed a slave contract and recorded a video saying who I was and that I was surrendering my free will and committing my life to this MASTER and releasing him from any responsibilities if anything happens to me.
And then the shattering began. He, and what seemed like an endless stream of other ALPHA MALES, raped my holes and beat, whipped, slapped, spanked, choked and piss-boarded me on a daily basis. It went on for days and days and days...I lost track of time and everything else. I was bruised and sore and humiliated and ashamed, sleep deprived, and in constant pain and discomfort. I screamed and cried and begged for release but instead I would be tortured even more.
Finally I broke. I was prostrating myself on the dungeon floor in front of my MASTER, who stood above me holding my chain. He had just choke-fucked me to the point of me passing out, and had woken me up with more drugs. I was crying in my heart and soul and trembling in all dimensions of my being. I was so wasted on drugs I had an out-of-body experience and looked down on myself, my MASTER and my life. Suddenly every thought and memory I had and ever had before shattered like they were mirrors being broken. All that was left was my true self, an empty vessel of beingness. And then came a wave of pure erotic ecstasy and I was back in my body, prostrating myself before what was now my one and only true GOD...I loved my MASTER for the first time, loved him more than I ever loved anyone else before, more than my own self. And from that moment on my existence in this world of form has been one long swim down a river of erotic bliss. Everything gets me off...every pleasure and every pain...life, and one day soon my death, is one long endless orgasm of the soul...
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This Erotic Teaching-Learning Story evolved out of a combination of my own memories of past experiences, triggered by PORN imagery stimulation and then expanded and deepened through channeled inspiration from non-corporal psycho-sexual entities.
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