May 25th or so
I am sitting in a plane en-route to
Europe. Next week my life will change completely. Of course I am
anxious, but I am anticipating the adventure positively. I will move
around half the earth to start a new life in Sweden, with a new
Master.
I am going to spend 10 days with my
Mistress Barbara travelling in Europe, before we meet Owe in
Stockholm. Barbara will stay for 4 days, and then she has to come
back to Canada.
We are going to Ireland first, as that
is where Barbara's grandparents are from, then London, Amsterdam,
Berlin.
If you are from Canada or the States,
where I am from, everyone always wants to know their heritage. My
family is Irish Catholic as well, I grew up in Massachusetts, but
came to live in South River, Canada when I was 19. I am 28 now, I
will turn 29 end of October.
I life an unconventional lifestyle, for
the past 9 years, well nearly 9 years, I have been slave to Mistress
Barbara and her husband, my Master Robert.
Master Robert has Motor Neurone
Disease, he has been diagnosed earlier this year. It runs in the
family, his uncle and brother have died of it, so when he got
symptoms, it was not unexpected.
Master Robert had decided the best was
to find me a new Master soon, so he could be sure I was happily
settled. I did not want to leave him, I would have liked to be able
to care for him, but I have to obey.
I want to document my new life through
my diary. If anyone else ever reads this, I just want to explain who
I am and how I became to be a slave.
I grew up in a small town in
Massachusetts, as third child and 3rd boy in a
traditional, Catholic church going family. I had a younger sister,
she died 5 years ago. I have 2 older brothers, Mark and Jonathan.
They are 9 and 8 years older. My mother had a few miscarriages
between us.
My father, as I said, was very
American, loved his sports and had
ambitions for his sons. My brothers fulfilled his ideal and he
probably loved them more than my sister and me. I was a geek,
and my sister a dreamer. We were closer to my mother, who was a
demure home maker. After my brothers had left home to go to college,
it was a very quiet house. One did not argue with my father.
I had been at college for the first
year, when I received a letter that my great uncle Jacob left me some
money, but it was all in cash and I had to come to Canada in person
to collect it. I had met uncle Jacob only once, at my grandfather's
funeral. I was 14. He was a very odd character, he had been an art
teacher, and then one day quit and moved to Canada, where he lived in
a small town, earning money painting stuff for tourists. At the
funeral he told me we were 2 of a kind and we had a special bond. I
thought he meant our psychic ability. As I did not enjoy my course,
and after a visit home at the weekend where I had a huge argument
with my father, I packed my stuff and travelled to South River, a
little town in Ontario. The money was kept by his partner, Clara, a
native. I stayed with her for a while, then found a job working in
the local motel. One day I was taken ill with stomach cramps, and
they diagnosed an infection in my lower intestines. I had surgery and
they removed some of my gut. The very nice surgeon, Barbara, took me
into her house to recuperate. We started an affair, she was my first
lover.
She convinced me to make up with my
family, so I came home. My sister was at summer camp, and I was alone
with my parents. My mother was over the moon to have me at home, but
my father was not that forgiving.
A few days later I had that pain again,
but I was not able to rouse my parents, as my bedroom was at the
other end of our house, and I had been locked in!
When I finally got to hospital the next
day, after I woke up from the surgery, they told me the infection had
been very bad and they had to do a colostomy, with the chance to have
it reversed after 3 month, when my colon had recovered. They had
contacted Barbara to get her notes, and she came to see me. She met
my parents and heard all about how I was treated, and she invited me
back to Canada. When I was there weeks earlier, her husband, Robert,
had been away doing his truck driving job. She had told me that she
had taken someone home from hospital before, and that guy, Erik,
lived with them and was on the road with Robert.
When I was well enough to travel I
moved to Canada. A few weeks later Robert and Erik came home. Robert
and I shook hands and it was as if his energy entered me. I better
mention, I was a bit psychic when I was a child and had what other
people called an imaginary friend. Just that my sister could also see
her, and my mother believed me as well, she secretly encouraged us to
converse with the spirits. We all always had a 6th sense.
Barbara, Robert and Erik were all
living together and sleeping together. They introduced me to their
lifestyle. I was a late developer, and was very curious and prepared
to try, and I loved sex!
I especially liked anal sex, and sex
with Robert. He had this hold over me. Slowly they introduced me to
bondage. It made the sex even better. After New Year Robert had a
talk with me, he said you have to make a decision about your life. If
you want to stay with us, then there are rules. I also had to
consider my visa for Canada was running out. He explained to me that
Erik was their slave, and what that meant. He said if I wanted to
stay with them, it would have to be as their 2nd slave. He
explained what it meant, being submissive to Barbara and Robert, I
had to keep house, as Erik had a job. I would move into the basement
with Erik. I would be frequently put into bondage, not only during
sex. Erik would be in charge of me, but Robert was to be my Master,
and he was in charge overall. In the summer I would go on the road
with him and be expected to have sex with other drivers, basically be
a rent boy. There was more, but if anyone has read this this far, you
are probably aware of the finer intricacies of a Master /slave
relationship.
We had gone to the local Motel. Robert
had taken a room, and without my knowledge brought some overnight
stuff for me. He said he was going to leave me there, and I could
think about it. If I did not want to become a slave, I had to leave
within 2 weeks. We would have a trial period of minimum 3 months. My
gut decision was to stay, one reason was I could not think of where
I would go. I had not much money, and they had become my family.
Being an analytical person ( my father is an accountant), I did spend
most of the night weighing it up. But when Master Robert was at the
door the next morning, any doubts went away. The connection between
us was so strong, I could not imagine a life without him.
Erik was pleased to have a room mate,
but it was difficult to adjust, Robert was a hard Master. Over the
years we all got into a routine, Robert stopped trucking after 2
years, and did odd jobs in town, where Erik and I would help out.
I forgot to mention, after 3 months in
Canada, we looked into the reversal, but apparently the surgeon had
messed it up. With the encouragement from Barbara and Robert we sued
the surgeon and hospital and I got compensation, some of it is held
in trust to pay for medical bills, some of it was for the “mental
stress”. I got used to it, and it has never been a problem, partly
due to the great support I had from “my family”. They insisted I
try to keep in contact with my family, and every few months I wrote
them a letter. We never heard back, after a few years my letters came
back, “addressee unknown at this address”. Robert made contact
with our parish priest and through him I was able to relay messages
to my mother. I kept in contact with my sister, and we managed to
meet a few times, then she fell for this bloke who was in a commune.
She moved there and contact was sporadic. It must have been hard for
my mother especially, losing her youngest children to “cults”.
She died giving birth prematurely, the
commune leader made them lead a very basic life, they had no phones
and limited access to cars. I only found out months later, when I had
written to her, the commune contacted me. They did not realise I had
not been told by my parents.
I guess I relied more and more on my
new family, and we were very happy. I did a degree through the Open
University, I learned to cook, carpentry, to drive a truck,
motorbike, dog sledging and other things.
I have mild Aspergers, which Barbara
diagnosed with the help of the internet, and sometimes get a bit OCD.
Erik has a learning disability, one would not notice in daily life,
it is more apparent with me. I am very shy around strange people, and
I can get stuck in a rut. I like my routines, I like to be tidy.
Unexpected changes can make me go into a rut, or I retrieve. My
family has learned to recognise the symptoms, Erik is very good at
it, and have learned to coax me out of it. They opened a world to me
which was total alien to me, and I would have never expected me to
live like this. I had a very bad case of meningitis when I was 14, I
was in a coma for several days. Luckily I had no physical lasting
damage, but we think it left me with a developmental delay, and if I
was not autistic before, it caused it or made it worse. At high
school and then at college I was asked what I wanted to do with my
life, I could never really answer it. I studied science because I had
enjoyed it, but did not have a clue what I wanted to do with it.
Everyone in my course had an idea what they wanted to specialise in,
and the tutors expected us to make a choice after the first year. I
could not decide, that is one reason why I had the row with my father
and left. Being at home in South River and look after everyone else
suited me fine, I like house work.
Erik and I also made porn movies,
Robert directed them, we had our own website and distributed them
through there. It was an income. In my second year in South River
Robert noticed something strange between my legs, and after a visit
to a doctor it was discovered I had a vagina. I had an operation to
open it up, and at the same time they removed my “balls”, as my
testicles are inside my body, my ball sacks were just skin. Clara
then told me that is what my uncle had meant by special, he also had
female parts.
So I guess that is all about me.
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