The perfect slave project

I wake up from my sleep

 

 

A dream still lingers in my mind

 

 

A lost soul finds its way inside my world

 

 

Still smelling of milk, looking rough and strong on the outside but young and frail on the inside

 

 

His eyes have seen too much of what this world hides, the scars showing in each look he takes, in every action he makes

 

 

Afraid of shadows and of his own desires he walks a lonely path in search of a reason to truly live, away from the bitter past that made what he is now

 

 

He looks for someone to whom he can look up to, able to hold him tight through the nightmares and that can make him grow into the man he desires to be

 

 

And that path has brought him to me

 

 

Here he is, naked, kneeling before me, signing the contract that will bind him, with full knowledge that there will be no return from this choice

 

 

I erase from his mind his past and all that came before this solemn moment, leaving only the memory of consent

 

 

I bury words of control, pleasure and punishment to keep him restrained without chains, but letting him keep his free will and full knowledge of what is planted

 

 

His own hand pushes the trigger of his transformation

 

 

His body and mind become my property to use

 

 

In exchange for such a prize I give him peace and a place he can call his home

 

 

I offer him knowledge

 

 

Philosophy, gym coaching, martial arts, languages and many more

 

 

The ability to retain all that is taught when required

 

 

I numb the senses in him

 

 

There is no taste, no smell, no cold or warm, no tiredness, no pain, no pleasure in touching or being touched by someone other than me

 

 

All that remains for him is the sense of his muscles moving, enhanced to the limit of human perception

 

 

And I give him time to train himself into the sharp tool I desire, released of all constraints that cloud the mind

 

 

I transform myself into all that he can feel

 

 

A thousand needles of pain when he disobeys or touches me without consent

 

 

His full arousal and erection at a single contact of my body into his

 

 

His full submission when his cock fights the cage that surrounds it

 

 

His caged orgasm when I cum in his body

 

 

The reward for his faithful work in my service

 

 

All of this is his as long as my chain remains around his neck

 

 

Something that he cannot remove even with the key in his own hand

 

 

Once a year I remove the chain

 

 

Letting him remember all that he lost

 

 

Letting everything mix with the reality he lived with me

 

 

And I give him the choice to forget and live in my service

 

 

Or remember and leave to never return

 

 

I lock the chain at his request

 

 

With running tears over his eyes

 

 

And make him forget once again

 

 

 

I masturbate to the dream but it does not make me cum

 

 

No dream is good enough to give real pleasure

 

 

Only the real thing can do that for me

 

 

But the dream grows in size and details at each stage of thought

 

 

Until it can be revealed in full detail to the one strong enough to face such a challenge

 

 

My orgasm will come when I touch the body and the mind of this one

 

 

I wish you all a happy new year

 

 

May all your dreams come true