About Me
                 
       
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I’m a student here in the San Francisco Bay Area. I was born here, and I love the diversity. I’ve been fortunate enough to have my studies take me to Asia, Australia, and Central and South America. But I’ve always been glad to come back to this wonderful place.

My favorite things? After being a submissive sex slave, it has to be hiking through the wilderness and getting close to nature. I love it when I can get so far up into the mountains that there’s no evidence of civilization! When it’s warm, which it is on occasion in San Francisco (believe it or not!), I like to go to one of the many nude beaches around here so I can show my naked body off to total strangers, something you probably figured out already! I also like to cook, mostly Asian recipes like Cashew Chicken and Thai curries. One of my favorite fantasies is being a naked houseboy, cooking and cleaning while only wearing my collar. Mostly I like to fantasize about what my Master might be planning to do to me next… what tortures he has in mind for his horny slave boy! His fiendish creativity is one of the things I like best about him!

I had a pretty normal California childhood and nothing ever made me remotely think that I had it inside me to become someone’s sex slave! I had girlfriends, and even lived with one for four years. We were serious about each other. She must have sensed something submissive inside me, though, because one day she talked me into letting her fuck me with a strap on! I really liked it, and it wasn’t too much longer before a guy at a frat party talked me into sucking his dick while we were high. Soon our relationship broke up and I started looking at gay porn on the Internet. I discovered that my favorite pictures were the ones of guys tied up. I didn’t want to tie a guy up… I wanted a guy to tie me up! I answered an ad from a guy into bondage, but it wasn’t a great experience. I still wanted it, though, so I answered another one. Except this one was about being trained to be a sex slave. It mentioned bondage, so I answered it. I said that he could do anything he wanted to me as long as he tied me up tight.

    
 
               
 
       
 
               
 
       
 
               
 
       
 
                 
       
       
                 
       
After three years, still going strong!
        
       
I had no idea what I was in for, but I followed his directions. I stripped at the door and put on a blindfold. I was handcuffed and lead into the room. He put a small butt plug up my ass and watched as I played with myself on the floor. I fucked his leg like a dog. He tied me to a chair and played with me to keep me on edge while he talked to me in his deep beautiful voice. Then he tied me to his coffee table and pinched my nipples, cock, and balls….playing with me harder. I got harder. He lead me into the bedroom and tied me spread eagle to his king sized bed, sat on my chest, and skull fucked me so intensely that I gagged and lost my breath! I admitted to him that I had never felt so submissive in my life! He made me beg for him to shoot his load down into my throat… without asking if I wanted it or not. That really excited me! I’ll never forget the taste of that first load… and I came quickly too, after he did, as I’d been told to do. Then he fed me my own cum, the first time I ever tasted it, again, not bothering to ask if I wanted it or not.

He then untied me and lay beside me and held me as he talked to me. I was blown away! My heart was pounding after having the most intense sexual experience of my life… and after being used so roughly, I was now being held so gently! When it was time to leave, I was lead blindfolded to the door and he left me. I dared to ask one final question. Could I visit again? He said yes. I dressed and left without ever seeing the face that went with that deep voice.

The second time I never saw his face either. I was used more intensely. I was penetrated with a bigger butt plug. I felt clothespins for the first time and licked an ass for the first time. I was taught to talk like a boy whore and tell him how much I liked being used. It wasn’t hard because I really did! The third time I was still blindfolded and used even harder, but at the end of the session I was given the choice of continuing my training blindfolded, which I was really getting into, or seeing his face for the first time. I asked to see his face. He took the blindfold off. His face was close and right in front of me. He was older looking than I expected. But it was a face of experience and authority… with a smile. I liked it.