Fiendish Confessions

Eight years ago, my wife and I were shopping in a bulk discount grocery store. I noticed a giant roll of plastic wrap for a few dollars, and immediately thought about how I might use it for kink. My wife knew what I was thinking before I said anything, so I put it in the cart and we carried on. A few days later, my wife wrapped me in plastic from my chest to my toes and laid me down in bed. I wasn't mummified for long, but there was a little teasing before she cut me free. The box of wrap went into the pantry soon after. We never used it for kink again. A few months later, we started using it to wrap food. It seemed a little strange at first, but it quickly became normal. A few years later, we had barely put a dent in our supply. We had a bunch of things to put into storage at the time, so we starting using it to wrap anything that was sensitive to moisture. This used a lot, but the box remained inexhausted. Recently I was asked by a friend what I could do to him with a box...

One question that I am commonly asked when I meet someone new is "how would you train me," or "what would an average day be like as your slave?" Every sub is different, and so the way I want to push each one will also be different. I am often asked this question soon after meeting someone, which makes it especially difficult to answer. Of course, there are some things that remain constant: I want any slave to be kept naked in our home, locked in chastity, and off the furniture. Anyone that lives with us would need to be happy being treated like a pet rather than a part of the relationship. An interest in domestic service would be nice too. Though there is a lot that could be added, and some that could be taken away, when we do find a slave, an average day could be very much like this: An electric lock releases the cage door early in the morning. He crawls carefully out of the cage beneath our bed and makes his way quietly toward the kitchen. He puts away th...

The various scenes I've done over the years have been a lot of fun, but it was always just that, fun. I have long felt the need to try something deeper, something more serious. I keep thinking about finding someone to join our household, some mix between a friend, a servant, and a pet. K can't become that for us for various reasons, but when he came to visit, it created a perfect opportunity to see what it would be like. We did a lot of things while he was here, but we spent the most time just socializing while keeping him in a submissive role. We took away his clothing and belongings, kept him off the furniture, and treated him generally like a pet. We touched him and played with him whenever we wanted. If he resisted, we swiftly reminded him of his position, then resumed doing whatever we wanted. We stayed around him whenever we were awake, and locked him to his bed with a short chain around his neck when we weren't. This was exactly how I always imagined it would g...

Although I thoroughly enjoyed the scenes I did with K, the most interesting part for me was keeping him submissive between them. It was a new experience for all of us, and a good opportunity to test what it would be like to have a live-in slave. There were, however, a couple challenges that I didn't expect. From the moment I pulled the towel away from him, K required my permission to do anything except drink water and use the bathroom. From that moment, he was no longer an equal. Until the day that he left, he was expected, and occasionally reminded, to observe these restrictions. This started like any other scene; we were all thinking about what we were doing. He didn’t make many mistakes, but when he did they were easily corrected. After a day, it became more difficult to focus. A few times he randomly did something without thinking about it, and I wouldn't always notice. I was surprised by how difficult it was to keep myself focused after the first day, but when I did, h...

Many times during his visit, K and I sat and talked about how things were going. It wasn't as glamorous as some of the other things we did, but it really helped us to build trust and keep things going smoothly. During one such chat, not long after the failed attempt at a oral, K started nibbling on my finger. It was an adorable way for him to show respect, appreciation, and desire. As flattered as I was, I wanted more. Soon after he started nibbling, I pushed my finger into his mouth. He didn't resist it, but I don't think he was expecting it either. I probed his mouth, feeling his tongue, reminding him in a very primal way that every part of him was available to me. He still didn't fight, which was even more flattering, but I wanted even more. I pushed deeper until I was gently touching the back of his mouth. I assumed the funny face he made was a gag reflex, but when we discussed it later, he explained that I was blocking his airway. I was startled, not only becau...

I am extremely flattered by the trust that K showed me. Not only did he travel to a new country to meet me, and allow me to bind and play with him, but he also trusted me to be the first male Dom he's played with sexually. Sexual play has never been a main attraction for me, but breaking in a new guy is a treat that's hard to turn down. The more time he spent with us, the more comfortable we all became with him in a submissive role. At first he was constantly covering himself, shying away when we looked, but over time he became more confident, more relaxed, and more available to be played with. After a day of gentle play, he started showing hints that he was willing to go further. When I half-seriously suggested oral, I was surprised by his willingness. I shouldn’t have been surprised though; it's normal for a sub to build trust at an accelerated rate during play. It could have been hormones as well, but as best as I could tell, the offer was sincere. We talked about it...

The moment K agreed to submit to us, the tone of his visit changed. Part of it was anticipation, but another part of it was me preparing mentally for what was coming. Even though we hadn't formally started playing, I was starting to change my expectations from him. When he stepped in front of me between the train station and our home, I felt a need to correct the behaviour. I placed my hand on K's shoulder, and gently indicated for him to stop. Without saying a word, I stepped past him and continued walking. He quickly fell in line behind me, and we moved on. I wasn't angry and him, and he didn't feel chastened by the gesture, but he came out of the experience knowing what I wanted. This kind of interaction was repeated many times throughout the weekend. I don't enjoying laying out detailed rules with complicated punishments. By making little corrections while spending time together, he was free to show his true personality while still learning my expectations. ...