The last years have been the most beautiful, but also the cruelest. That's why I want to talk about it in the slave story. Because my young master raised me hard, punished me harshly, and humiliated me a lot over the years. Now I really miss and need him!
It all started when I was a slave in a dominatrix studio and one day the dominatrix who was in charge of me suddenly fell ill. So I was sent to a young lady who was 40 years younger than me. I'm 66 years old, so you could say I'm an old slave. The young woman is now 25 years old, an energetic young dominatrix who has not been working there for long and has just turned 22. I fell in love with her from the first moment. Isn't it because of her youth and energy that she always captivates me? I can't help but admire her youthful beauty. My slave conversation with this beautiful young femdom started casually, but from that day I stayed with that young femdom, even though she abused and hurt me so much since our first meeting. Maybe it was his arrogance that made me fall into his arms. Below are his boots. His first servile insult was to laugh at me as soon as I walked into the room on our first date.
He laughed for a few minutes, then between moans he said, "So you're my slave today?" And I was able to do that. "You're an old bastard!" She joked about my age and what an old slave could do to a young Dominatrix like her. He laughed at my old flesh and wrinkles, was happy that I could be his grandfather, and crawled on all fours to see if my weak bones (according to him) could support him. Every time he smiled at me, I got more excited. She rode me around the room like a horse with a whip and I often looked at her beautiful legs in beautiful leather knee high boots. Of course, after a while my knees started to hurt, but I did my best to please her without making a sound.
Then we got to the new young dominance. Because despite her servant humility, visiting her makes me feel better than ever! His youth really excited me, it was like a second spring. Young master and his old slave, this combination made me laugh, but I liked it.
My young femdom proved to be a very creative creature as her willingness to experiment with bondage exercises knew no bounds. Of course, that was because she was young. Because my beautiful young dominatrix didn't have much experience as a dominatrix. I was willing to be with them in every way and allow their creative minds to do whatever slave activity they wanted. Although some of them were very disorganized and different from what I had known from my previous master, I loved the freshness and innocence that approached his slave upbringing.
Once he whipped me for no reason and wanted to try his new whip. My lady is very athletic and well trained. His whip was so strong that I often smelled it for a week. He teased my wrinkled ears as he spanked my bare slave ass. I admit that I enjoyed his smile and was willing to endure the humiliation in front of him. Admiring her beauty and knowing I was with her made me feel young.
One day he got very angry and even bumping into me didn't calm him down. He was pacing the room like a noble tiger, and when I dared to ask him what had happened, he became enraged and told me that he had lost his driving license for six months for speeding. I wasn't really surprised when he lost his driver's license because I figured the young master would be as alert as if he were training a slave in the car. I mustered up my courage and suggested that I could drive him around, basically like his old slave driver. He was hesitant at first, but he liked the idea and I became his driver after that. If I had to pick her up or take her somewhere, she would call or text me. Sometimes it was midnight because my young dominatrix loved rough fun. I often take his friends and leave them at home. Everyone laughed at me when my domineering young lady got drunk and sat in the car with her young friends. His friends thought it was strange for an old man like me to follow women around. Every time they smiled, I could feel the youthful energy radiating from the young women like a dry sponge soaked in water. I didn't care that my young master shamelessly took advantage of me taking him wherever he wanted, day or night. Once, I sent that person to my parents. Most of the time I would drive home and wait for his new instructions, but sometimes he would come right back, leaving me waiting in the car for hours. Whether I was going to the beauty salon or shopping, I drove the car and waited for the young owner. I would carry a book with me to at least have something to read. My young dominance made me feel needed and useful. It's a feeling that old slaves like me especially enjoy.
For her birthday, I surprised the domineering young lady with a present. It was a beautiful mink that cost a lot of money. But I wanted to give the young lady something special, and such a fashionable accessory seemed worth it. He seemed genuinely surprised and happy. Since then, I have always brought the young lady small gifts: new records, chocolates and even her favorite perfume. His humble upbringing completely captivated me. No, he had me completely under his control.
I devoted myself to her like a loyal dog and did everything for that young lady. I saw the humiliation of their slaves, but rejoiced in their subservient growth to submission and humiliation. If I didn't do something to satisfy them, I was sometimes cruelly punished. So she punished Bastina for using the ashtray to get the cigarettes out of my hand because I forgot to empty the ashtray in the car, or for getting a little dirty on the mat without taking off my shoes properly. In it, its leader occupied space. I endured everything, took all his punishments, enjoyed his presence, loved the way he was kind to me, and kissed his boots. But 4 weeks ago I came to the dominatrix studio and was told that my young dominatrix no longer exists. They don't know where he went. I tried to contact the young lady on her cell phone and sent her numerous messages and letters but she did not reply. I spent hours looking for him outside his apartment and at the club he frequented, but he was nowhere to be found. Now I wonder if I should dare to visit his family or wait until the young master contacts me again.
I miss him so much that I feel like an old lifeless sheep. I am so devastated and don't know what I would do without that young lady. That's why I wrote this story about slavery. Especially to deal with the fact that slavery no longer exists.
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