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by a man, quite a bit older than myself and wearing what appeared to be a muzzle, who sat beside a woman’s knee, panting like a dog and suffering constant, exacting correction. I looked up at Master, and when he noticed me, I nodded at them. He leaned down, saying, “That is a puppy in training.”
    My mind was in a whirl.
    Soon enough I followed my Master and his guests down into the extensive cellars of the great house. A sign on an immense barred wooden door read DUNGEON, and my heart began to pound. The dungeon was lit by flaming torches set in wall sconces. The corners were dark and cavernous. There was a general air of revelry; the slaves bright-eyed, their chests heaving; the Masters and Mistresses sure of themselves and in control.
    I was ordered to strip as were all the slaves, male and female, young and old and every age between. Master, who dazzled my eyes in his black trousers, black leather boots and snow-white
shirt, watched me and smiled as my nipples and cock reacted to the cool air.
    â€œPrecious Jade, tonight you will be tested,” he said. Overwhelmed with excitement, I was led to a post by the wall where I was bound like Christ on the cross, ankles together, hands above my head. I was a picture of angelic beauty with my blond hair about my shoulders and my slender body stretched out for all to admire. And admired I was for about five minutes by my Master’s friends, gathered about to gaze at me. It was my moment in the spotlight. Then it was over. “Observe everything, beautiful boy,” were Master’s last words to me. After that I was left alone.
    For the remainder of the night I witnessed scenes that enthralled and delighted me, yet I was miserable. I went from boredom to tears of frustration, from horror to fascination as the hours wore on. From my ignominious place in a dark corner I watched floggings and spankings that I wanted to experience. I saw slaves restrained and gagged in a myriad of different positions and styles, with everything from rope to leather thongs to iron manacles, and I was jealous. I saw hot wax poured over sensitive body parts making me wince while wanting to experience the sensation. I saw a life I wanted and I was provoked to insane jealousy of every slave my Master touched, flogged, punished or smiled upon.
    When at long last my Master came over to me. I wanted to scream at him in frustration, but I was clever enough to know that that would be a mistake. “Master, you said you would test me,” I said quietly.
    â€œYou have been tested, precious Jade.” With care he released me from my bonds. “Your patience has been tested and you have made me proud.” I all but swooned with joy. He took my face in his hands. “You are an impatient, demanding boy and I
am going to tame you. Everything is a lesson. Now come with me.” He led me to the middle of the dungeon and to my delight spanked me soundly while everyone watched. I was in the spotlight again.
    Afterward he hugged me close and I whispered, “I love you, Sir,” and waited for him to respond likewise. But all he said was, “And so you should. You should always love your Master.”
    In the days that followed I learned that I held a cherished place in my Master’s heart. While he was teaching me the basics of being his slave I was showered with praise, kisses, scrumptious hours in the dungeon—and my favorite thing in the world—the privilege of being allowed to sit in Master’s lap. At night I was permitted to sleep beside him in his bed. But he never declared his love for me, if he had any.
    I began to get quite full of myself, I admit. The euphoria I experienced from being tested to the limits of my endurance can only be compared with the heightened awareness I got from sharing my Master’s best opium, which on a few rare occasions I was allowed, and which I sometimes thought made me invincible.
    It was this invincibility which led