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was the third day of competition Slave of the Year , I began to tire a bit of sadomasochism. It's good fun

the lashes, but too much is like not enough. One time, it ends up leaving traces morale.

Fanny and I were still in the box.

(Fanny): The next event is the questionnaire. Each judge will ask you a question you must answer correctly. Each wrong answer you will be worth an electrocution.

(Me) : Faci ...

I stopped short of speaking, but it was too late, I had already received the strap in the face.

(Fanny): Shut up!

Someone knocked on the door of the lodge. It was the first judge, old bald.

(Old Bald): Dominatrix Hello, again, you surpass this year. But you have competition, Hector is also very impressive.

ck this Hector. Mostly it was the former husband of Fanny.

(Fanny): Henry ... I did not want to talk to Hector. My mistress

was gold!

(Henry): Yes, okay. I understand. I wish you good luck!

The old bat left, Fanny sat down, looking desperate.

I tried to make him understand by mimes I was wondering what was happening.

(Fanny): It is because of Hector ... You must know, besides being my husband, Hector was my former slave.

She retained a maudlin tear ...

(Fanny): I won the event twice with him, he was a champion slave. Then one day he decided to become a master. I tried everything to dissuade him, but Hector still had nothing to do. I was forced to divorce, two masters can not live together.

I got a chance to fall in love with me Fanny! I just had to fight Hector and cherish my slave status.

I suddenly felt better, I was ready to receive a thousand lashes to win the hearts of my wife.

(Fanny): Since , Hector tries to beat me here. If he succeeds, I will be expelled from the League of Sexual Masters. The rules are strict, if an ex-slave wins the competition, his former master is immediately banned.

Hector Fucking! No question that my Fanny was expelled from his club friends.

I was going to win this competition and humiliated Hector.

Barbarella picked me for the test of the questionnaire. Again, the host introduced me as having a blank stare, a ridiculous posture and mouth cunt.

( Sigh) ...

I was sitting on a kind of electric chair on which they plugged my nipples and my balls with tongs and wet towels in front of three judges. Henry was the first to speak.

(Henry): First question , category "everyday life". How many times a slave copy should he prostrate himself before his master?

What the fucking fuck ??

such theoretical questions about the conduct of a slave?? We did not tell me that I should study before the test. I had no idea

response.

(Me): The prostration is a state of mind. I am constantly prostrate before my mistress.

There was some applause in the room. The judges watched.

(Henry): The correct answer is 37 times, but I like the philosophy of this response. I give you seven out of ten, bravo Dominatrix.

Good ... not bad.

(Malcolm): Question category "vocabulary". Give me the definition of a dildo.

A dildo??

Again, I did not know the answer. I said anything.

(Me): Uhh ... is ... this is something that ... is used to flavor the salad.

Judge number two looked at me with surprise.

(Malcolm): What poetry! How wonderful to describe the dildo! I gives nine out of ten, congratulations!

I knew no more what a dildo ...

(Mina): Question category "general culture". Name me a sadomasochistic the 19th century?

( Sigh) ...

Again, no idea.

(Me): I know the answer, but I do not say.

There was dead silence in the room. The judges had not looked pleased.

(Mina, a menacing tone): And why do you refuse to answer, shabby larva?

I took a deep breath.

(Me): Because I have not had any bad response yet. I am a slave, a true champion, I want to suffer, I want to be electrocuted!

Everyone was speechless from the mouth ...

Worse, the three judges stood to applaud. The crowd followed. I got a standing ovation.

(Mina): Dominatrix, again, you never cease to amaze me! I give you a ten!

People even applauded.

Really, never in my life had I been more proud.

(Mina): Now that electrocutes idiot!

I spent fifteen long minutes to get struck by lightning.

Finally I preferred by far, the lashes.

When I returned to the lodge, I felt burned. I lay on the table, I felt very well. I was numb all over.

(Fanny): Excellent, you answered very well.

I had no strength to answer and get a shot jumper. My lifted a thumb.

(Fanny): There is only one test reception.

I raised my hand to signal him to stop talking. I knew how this event was.

Just by its name: The reception.

I'm not mistaken.

Unable to walk because of the damn electric, guys carried me to the scene.

I was face down on a chair, still before the judges, a executioner placed next to me, ass in the air and the air ...

The facilitator of the evening told the microphone as the record for the biggest vibrator in reception was a circumference of 40 cm.

Still the fucking dildos! I suddenly knew

what it meant.

Vibrator.

The executioner placed a table before me with lots of different models.

(Mina): More will be bigger, you'll score. Choose, scavenger, I allow you to speak.

I would not fooling around.

(Me): Push me the biggest one in the end!

Again, in the room, there was a dead silence.

(Henry): The biggest ??

(Malcolm): He's crazy??

(Mina): Exit King Kong!

There were worried murmurings in the room, even the executioner hesitated.

He left the scene came back with worse ...

A leg of Arnold Schwarzenegger, but black! It probably was not on the table because it would have taken all the space.

I never saw such a big vibrator. Yes, it was certainly made from mold penis King Kong.

(Henry): one ever dared try it before you. Thirty points is guaranteed if you are able to receive seven centimeters.

I motioned that I was ready.

The crowd held its breath.

Without flinching, I got seven inches.

I bled till morning in the dressing room doctor gave me six points I was torn.

But I won the fucking contest! Four points ahead

Hector!

Wondering how I could pass the last test?

I felt absolutely nothing.

The judges had really abused on the time of my electric, so that in the event of the reception, I felt nothing at the feet of the basin. But crunches

I had lots of pain for a week after, unable to sit on my ass ...

( Sigh) ...

After all these sacrifices, I'm having a real proof of love for Fanny.

But no.

She made me a check for 50,000 dollars and she gave me a plane ticket to Montreal.

(Me): But Fanny ... I do not want to leave you, I love you! I want you to be the woman of my life!

I cried, I could not believe that after all that, I would find myself at my starting point.

Single.

(Fanny): He must know something. I'm still married to Hector.

Huh??

(Me): But ... but ... you and me, then? It was nothing??

(Fanny): No.

(Me): I do not understand!

(Fanny): There is no regulation that prevents two masters of being married, I said that to motivate you to win. Hector and I love the competition. For five years we find ourselves slaves and we participate in hopes of winning the $ 500,000. Two, we have more luck.

I destroyed.

(Me): But how did you know that I would be a good slave??

(Fanny) : I came across your blog by accident while doing a search with the words "man", "woman" and "desperate." When I read your posts, I knew right away that you obey me the finger and the eye. By the purest coincidence, my mother and yours had dance class together. You know the rest of the story.

I could not believe it. Betrayed by my own writing!

(Me): I can learn something ... What is in my blog made you confident that I could be a good slave.

She hesitated a moment.

(Fanny): You really want to know?

(Me): Yes .

(Fanny): Even if it may hurt your pride?

(Me): Yes !

(Fanny): Through all of your texts ... You're a fucking cave.

( Silence) ...

you understand why I write less these days now??

Do people find me cellar??

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I was always New York for the competition Slave of the Year , my second day after the first two tests to pass: The determination and politeness ...

Say day 1 of competition I managed to half. If I wanted to win the heart of Fanny, I just had to be more efficient.

We visited the building on 5th Avenue. The place was filled with the same people, Barbarella escorted us to the same box as before.

Once alone, Fanny ordered me to don the uniform competition, that is to say a g-string leather.

(Fanny): the next test is the determination. It is very difficult.

(Me): As Jean Charest say, I'm ready!

She gave me a shot jumper in the face.

(Fanny): Ferme ta gueule! The test of the determination is to catch a key hanging on a hook at the top of you. The only way to achieve the key is to stretch the arms up and get the key.

I took a pencil and paper I wrote worse : Easy!

Fanny knew whether she would give me a shot jumper or not ...

(Fanny): You think it easy? They make a noose around your balls and each of your arms is attached to a rope that is attached to a pulley system. When you lift the arm, even just a little, the noose clamp your balls dating back to the inside of you. Apparently the pain is unbearable. Three slaves in the history of the Slave of the Year won the race and have earned the maximum points. It is one of three who has even lost a testicle in his abdomen. What

The Fucking fuck ??

For a moment I thought of taking my business and my squealing camp this crazy place. But I wanted to break the party and ruin the race I told myself that it cost nothing to try ... except maybe a testicle.

was knocked on the door, was one of the judges, the tall blonde Swedish.

(Great blonde): Dominatrix Hello, I am delighted to see that you are always so dominant. After a quick release test of endurance, I anticipate a good performance in the test of determination.

(Fanny): Do not worry, Mina, my slave would rather lose his testicles instead of relive the correction I gave him yesterday after the competition.

Fanny was not wrong.

(Mina): I wish you good luck, Hector is also very impressive this year.

Hector was the guy who was in first position ranking to date.

(Fanny): Hector's reputation crumble under the pressure. I am sure that his teachings were sloppy, we will realize soon enough. Mina had

not seem convinced.

(Mina): They say he is well prepared. He is tired of finishing second, behind you. Good luck, Dominatrix.

Mina is out. Fanny turned to me.

(Fanny): You hear that? If you do not catch the key, I'll castrate him!

(Me): Who is Hector? Coup de

jumper in the face.

(Fanny): My ex-husband.

WHAT?

I had no choice. I had to win against ex-husband, was paramount. ALWAYS be better than the former his girlfriend.

Barbarella came to pick us up.

Again, I waited near the stage that make me a sign to enter and I heard the host tell me: "His eyes empty, her posture and her ridiculous mouth idiot, blah blah blah ".

I struggled to contain myself. Was sure that I would kick his ass in the thick of facilitator at the end of the competition!

I was escorted on stage before the judges. I've attached the two arms with ropes, we made a noose around my balls worse animation from his time.

Fanny has advanced before me and pointed the key.

(Fanny, loudly): lousy slave, give me that key!

I looked at the key hanging above my head, just in front of me, and I stretched my arm.

Holy mother fucking fuck !

My arms along the body. I just bent elbow as I felt my balls contract. A sharp pain went up bar to my stomach.

was well for my two arms.

never going to succeed in lifting my hand up high above my head! Never!

I saw my future fracture, Fanny leave me, I found myself joining the priesthood.

Fuuuck !

I was barely five months to find me a woman . Fanny would be good if the life of my existence would become a race against time ...

With my right arm, I dropped my g-string and I'm done with hair.

The spectators in the room began to murmur.

(Moderator): You are not allowed to touch the noose!

I did not sign that and I started to play after the penis.

Whispers in the room rose a notch. The judges watched, wondering if they should intervene.

I must confess that the time was oddly chosen to masturbate.

When I reached a solid as a rock hard erection, I looked at the key.

worse I started to piss.

The jet barely reached my nose. I began to vigorously shake my gear, pissing me in the face, giving everything I had into the bladder.

drops eventually reach the key that was beginning to swing back and forth.

Should be quick, my desire has decreased. I was on tiptoes up, his back bent backward, his face dripping urine and I shook and shook and shook and shook and ...

The key is dropped!

I knelt, I picked up the key and, still kneeling, I tended towards Fanny.

( Smile pride) ...

I got a standing ovation.

(Judge # 1): Never have I seen such dedication from a slave! I give you a ten!

(Malcolm): Dominatrix, you're a strategist. Your intelligence is matched only by your dominance. I also give you ten!

(Mina): Se piss in his mouth to serve his master, I can only bow. Bravo Dominatrix, I give you ten me too!

I left in a delirious crowd. I swear, just for that brief moment, it was worth it to be a slave.

We returned to the lodge.

(Fanny): Bravo, I'll take my whip! you really impressed me!

I mimed that I was happy.

(Fanny): The next test will than politeness. There are two events where it is permissible for you to talk and this is one.

Finally!

(I): Y ' not too early early!

I received another fucking shot jumper.

(Fanny): Shut up! The test is not yet started, you will speak in due course! Judges will insult you in turn. The test of politeness is to remain calm and submitted until the end of regulation time.

It seemed an exercise in TV show: Caesar, the man who talks to dogs .

I dreaded this ordeal. Because I know myself. I have not much in cold blood. Fortunately I have never had discharge gamma ray, I'd be constantly transformed into Incredible Hulk! (For the uneducated, Dr. Bruce Banner had a discharge of gamma ray udder began to turn into Hulk . Do we really explain everything to you!)

I went back on stage, J. No. 1, who was old and balding, approached. I stared at the floor, ears folded ...

He turned slowly around me.

(J. No. 1): You stink, slave!

Pffff! I needed still more than that to annoy me.

(J. No. 1): Your breath putrid directly intricacies of your soul soiled by excrement bid eloquent testimony to the absurdity of your life and your unimportant preposterous prehistoric brain. You are the anthropic most abject, you are at base of the hierarchy of folly, I demonstrated a greater deference to a Crapoussin. What have you to answer, filthy larva?

Huh??

I understood nothing. But absolutely nothing. Even as I thought it sounded like a compliment.

I shrugged.

(Me): If you 're as smart as your vocabulary, I'd rather shut my mouth. I am not worthy to speak.

The crowd applauds. I could not believe it.

(J. No. 1): But I'm as smart as my vocabulary! I have rarely seen someone as refined politeness used! I give you a ten! He looked

Fanny.

(J. No. 1): Bravo Dominatrix!

Malcolm, the second judge, his white hair perfectly combed, dressed very carefully approached and stood before me.

Me, I always look submissive, as Fanny had taught me.

(Malcolm): Your mistress is a whore! It is pathetic, she does not deserve you. You are a champion slave, why waste your time with it when you could be under the dominion of a master more cruel and hard on you? Come with me, Dominatrix is a bitch with no class, stop being so loyal to a being that everyone despises. What do you say, dopey character?

Again, it was easy. The guy had not insulted once! He could strive as he wanted on Fanny ... As it was not directed toward me, I could not care less.

(Me): I am madly in love Dominatrix. I accept his faults but his qualities. Love is the greatest power to subdue the world, I could never be as good a slave to someone else.

The crowd went wild. It felt so good to finally be appreciated by what I was and not what I pictured.

(Malcolm): I was not expecting an answer as prodigious! Dominatrix, you are a divine master! You never cease to amaze me. I have no choice, I give you a ten.

Really, this test was as difficult as spend the night in a cozy bed.

Mina, J. No. 3, got up and sat before me. She had a sacred legs, I had no problem setting the floor.

(Mina): You make me vomit. Really, you're ugly.

Yeah ...

I exploded with anger. Crunches, call me ugly, I took it not. Fucking fucked hard, heavy tabarnak of Swedish bitch sucking shit!

(Me): I may be ugly, but you look like ... Mats Sundin my large seed would not even you!

There was dead silence in the room.

Then one person said: "The slave went too far! Frankly, Mats Sundin!"

And another added: "Kill him!"

Mina grabbed me by the throat, I reached over to breathe.

The facilitator tried to calm the crowd while I was trying to assassinate me live in New York.

I lost consciousness.

When I awoke, I was in the box, Fanny beside me. She was not happy.

She immediately gave a correction to the strap. I even lost consciousness.

( Silence) ...

That day was back in fourth place with 81 points. Hector was still leading with 95 points. His lead had melted.

I still had a chance to win this competition and the heart of Fanny.

Should I stop just to the cellar worse than I am concentrating on what I had to do.

Hoping to become a good slave and get my couple.



*** To be continued ...

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