Last year, I began chatting with Master Ross. I had been intrigued by the Master/slave relationship for some time. I had done some research on Masters and found Master Ross' webpage. It was very detailed on how serve a Master. I filled out an application ( consisting of family background, sexual experiences, a written report on what I thought a Master/subslave relationship should be, email address, and cell number ). A short time later, I got a call one evening. It was Master Ross, he had reviewed my application and wanted to talk. He asked me to get online and turn on my video camera. Master questioned me about my desire to become his slave. I needed to prove myself on how dedicated I was. I did have a few positive points, I was going to college ( Master was very high on education ), and I didn't drink or do drugs. Master instructed me to shave all body hair. He gave me one hour to complete it and be naked in front of the camera. I was very excited about it. I grabbed my shaving cream and razor and headed into the dormitory showers. I was done in about fifteen minutes. Master Ross was pleased. We went over his rules : 1. I had to be naked during all nonsocial activities, including if my roommate was in my dorm room. 2. No underwear. 3. I had to give daily detailed reports of my day, what I was feeling and thinking. 4. No sex or masturbation unless requested by Master. 5. I had to respond to Master's calls or texts within one hour. 6. I had to workout daily and diet, to maintain an appealing appearance for Master. 7. I could question as long as it was to better inform me of what Master was trying to teach.

I agreed to Master's terms. That first week. Master would contact me at random times. I had to respond and send a picture verifying where or what I was doing. Every evening, after studies, I was required to chat online with him. The nudity was too much for my roommate and he had decided to move out. This pleased Master. We talked intimately about my sexual desires and Master's desires of me. He wanted me to work hard in college,get good grades, graduate and then move to where he lived ( Master lived several states away ).

Serving my Master became routine for me over the next couple months. I looked forward to hear from him and his encouraging words after I had pleased him. Then Master sent me a package in the mail. It had a collar and a chastity with a lock with no key. I was instructed to wear both at all times. I did with some apprehensive feelings. I had never worn a chastity. I put it on as instructed. After a few days it became itchy and irritated. Master informed me how to clean myself with it on. A few more days passed and it became too much. I begged Master to send a key or let me break it off. Master was gracious and expedited the key. Master was disappointed I could not keep it on.

He withdrew his attention and I felt lost without him. I pleaded with Master for a way to make things right. Master informed me of some financial hardships he had encountered. I offered money to help and sent him a few hundred dollars. This seemed to please Master. Master told me to get an apartment so I could be naked more often after my spring term ended. I was asked to get a job and send what I could to Master over the summer. During summer,Master had me take several outdoor nudes of myself even in public places. Things were going well.

Master informed me he would like to visit me finally. I had lost the necessary weight and served him well enough for a face to face. I bought the plane ticket and met him at the airport. When I first met Master Ross, I was surprised how big he was. He was a few inches taller than me, he had a big belly,mustache, little hair down the middle of his head and he had a limp. Master and I got back to the apartment. I stripped down for him and got him something to drink. Master walked around my apartment and sat on the couch. He motioned me to kneel down by his legs on the floor. He leaned back and unzipped his pants and let me provide lip service for him. I eagerly swallowed his load, even licking up any droplets I missed. He had me curl up next to him. Master fondled my cock and balls. We kissed, his mustache tickled.

After Master was done touching me, he opened his suitcase and pulled out a paddle. Master instructed me to lean up against the wall, sticking my ass out with legs spread far apart. He rubbed my buttocks with his large thick hands and then swatted me. I had never felt more of a rush. I got so hard. My penis jumped up and down with every stroke. Harder and harder he went until my ass was a dark crimson. Master clipped a chain to my collar and pulled me into the bathroom. He handcuffed me to the shower rod facing him. Master left and returned with metal clips for my nipples and a horse whip. He swatted at my chest and stomach. Then he turned to my erect penis and balls. It was painful but exhilarating. The cracks became more intense. The pain took over and I cried out. Master left me hanging, returning with a ball gag. The ball was huge and I felt like I was choking. Master calmed me by whispering into my ear and rubbing me with his warm hand. I calmed down. Master directed his fury onto my penis. Had brought in a small case of metallic like drill bits. Master put latec gloves on and lubed the bits. Then he firmly grabbed my penis and inserted it slowly into me. He worked it deep into me. I shifted to make it less painful. Master quickly told me not to move. He inserted another rod into me. Pulling them apart, I tried to cry out but could make more than a muffled sound. I was becoming soft. Master wrapped a very tight plastic ring around both my penis and balls. It helped keeping me erect. I was weak and covered with sweat as Master rubbed me while taking one of the rods out of my penis. The other one he took it in and out while stroking me. Master asked if I was close, I shook my head yes. He reached down into big bag and brought out three black huge anal balls. He put generous amounts of this white lube over them. Reaching up between my legs he pushed the first one in. Then the second, the third wouldn't fit as he continued to push. The rod in my penis slipped out when I leaned forward too much. Master let the third ball fall out of me and began to tug the second ball slowly out. Just as it made its way out of me I erupted. Cum shoot up and out all over. Master pulled the last ball out as I continued to ejaculate. Once the ball fell out, I felt my legs go my arms were numb hanging in the cuffs. Master was very pleased with some cum dripping off the side of his face. He helped me out of the cuffs and I crashed down into the tub.

Master took out his phone and took pictures. He looked happy as he unzipped his pants. Master told me to open up. His piss hit my chest,stinging the wounds from the whip. He directed it into my mouth. I didn't realize I wasn't supposed to swallow bit did. I choked at the taste and quickly threw up into the tub. Master seemed overjoyed. He told me to clean up his toys and myself. When I had cleaned up, Master was just getting off the phone. He had a surprise for me tossing me some lube. Master had me lube my ass up because he had a special visitor coming over.

I helped Master set up my video camera and lights. Thirty minutes later a tall black man appeared in my door way, I greeted him in the nude. He looked me over like a piece of meat. The door shut and he forced me onto my knees. He pulled out an enormous cock, it was thick and long. Grabbing my hair he pulled me and my mouth on him. I barely could take his tip with choking. I opened my mouth as wide as I could. Both his hands were on my head as he fucked my face. I was drooling and made gurgling sounds struggling to breathe. He stood me up and bent me over a chair and pushed inside me. I'm not sure how describe the experience with the black man but as horrifying. I felt like I was being ripped apart and I was screaming into a seat cushion. The louder I got the harder and deeper he went. I could feel something running down my leg. I had never experienced so much pain. He finally pulled out and shot his stinky cum into my face burning my eyes. I swallowed just a little,it tasted and smelled like shit. I fell on the floor just wanting it to end. Master thanked the guy. The black man he said he'd be happy to do it again. I piped up no in a weak voice. They laughed, he left. Master bent over me, saying how good I was. It offered little comfort.

The next day, my body aches all over. I took more than I should of pain relievers. I didn't want to feel anything. Master and I just sat around watching TV. That late evening, I took Master around my campus showing him where my classes were. He walked me around with my collar and chain. We got several looks. The last morning we woke up early,I gave Master oral one more time in the airport bathrooms and he left.

Throughout the whole intense experience, I learned a new tolerance for pain. Master and I are still going strong. In two years after I graduate, I plan to move in and be his full time slave.