Twas the night before Cagemas...

and all through the house, not a slaveboy was stirring.. because he was gagged.

Well, maybe not gagged right now, but it IS Cagemas Eve.

Tomorrow afternoon I take delivery of 36 cubic feet of air, encased in rigid metal bars. I get my cage. It's a very nice cage, with hole for the head to poke through for vulnerable boy usage, and a feeding slot for Sir to pop my breakfast through in the morning, in bowl.

I CANNOT WAIT to sleep in it. To be led in by my Master at night, given a kiss before the door is closed behind me and securely padlocked, pup caged up safe for the night at Master's feet.

We're having to completely rejig the bedroom round to fit it properly, so I may actually end up at Master's side, which would be equally as nice. We shall see how it pans out.

Anyway, this is the very first post in my new blog. It is completely public, as my twitter feed is, but to be as completely open to everybody I'd plan to remain mainly anonymous. Though yes, a fair number of the people reading this will already know who I am.. but kindly respect that this foray into the world of the normals is one I'd like to do as my Master's boy, hooded and presented for your entertainment.

There will be plenty of pictures to come though, and hell I might just get all exhibitionist and show my face sometime anyway. Pfft.

Please do keep regular tabs on this, do let people know it exists, it'll be a nice regular account of an owned alpha boy's life, of his servitude to his Master, and of his hunt for, and eventual training of his own slave pet.

For those who don't know me, I'm a 25 year old guy originally from the North, now living in London. I started kink at the 17 with other people, and started experimenting on my own with self bondage, breath control and other such things at the age of 9 onwards. Early Learning Centres in my parallel world would be quite a different place.

At 17 I started as pretty much complete sub, had a few encounters and tried my hand at domming. Liked it rather a large amount, so much so that for the following seven years I became Master to a number of boys, and became fairly well known amongst the internet fetish community as one of the young tops worth bothering with. Of course as the age flicked over from a teenage number to the 20s, the messages dropped as they do, but I still have a lot of close friends from that period, and a lot of guys still after a bit of my dommy magic.

Always a bit versatile I was flirting with my submissive side even while I had my boys, role swaps, switchplay and tie up games were always good. At the age of 22 I came across a guy who spent several years trying to make me his slave, even though at the time I was heavily involved with slaves of my own.

Needless to say three years down the line, that guy is now my Master. 9 months collared by him, 9 months of amazing experiences, self-exploration and deepfelt feelings. I always knew that there was a sub side lurking within, a true slave side... but nobody ever managed to release it. Until Sir did, which was one hell of an emotional time! He is a wonderful wonderful man, and I hope to be at his feet in servitude for many years, living out my days under his caring ownership.

I do hope you enjoy my blog, and if you don't already follow my twitter feed, follow and enjoy that too. I need the feedback and knowledge I'm not just writing to myself, as I lose interest easily. Don't make this a dear diary, make this a conversation.

Boy x