Five years ago, I was just another one of your major-metro career motivated high performing top management suits. After putting in a 60 – 70 hour week in between the boardrooms, lawyers, accountants and my computers, I was ready to decompress and let my real self unleash.

It was Friday night at the leather bar that I was picked up and taken by a master and his slave. They were both big muscular men fully decked out head to toe in leather and stunning. The master in motorcycle jacket and breeches with his slave in a one-piece body suit.

Well, the instant I spotted them I was hooked. My favorite fantasies were percolating on overload. Wow did I wish that I were that slave right now. I would love to be him all encased in leather, especially with a master like his to slither against.

Then the slave approached me. With a wide-open smile that made me want to hug him, he told me he was called ‘clipper’, and that his owner, ‘Steel’, asked me to join them. I was ecstatic. We hit it off right away and soon left to go back to Steel’s place, taking me along on a leash. I always had a special attachment to being publicly leashed so I was floating on cloud 999.

We got to Steel’s glossy black van and once I got in, my existence as had known it was over. I was abducted into permanent slavery.

Before entering the van, I had a great life in the mainstream, good career, well educated, Italian suits, talented and I made a lot of money. I owned my Manhattan condo, drove my Jag to my beach house. Traveled abroad regularly. I was well known and respected active community leader and close to my friends and family.

All that is gone now. I have no idea what happened to anything I had after that. I have never again seen or spoken to anyone I knew from before. I doubt they would ever recognize me now. My financial affairs must have been a mess. Somebody must have done something to clean things up I guess, I hope. To whoever you are, I’m sorry but it was beyond my control.

Steel took me as his property. I now belonged to him exclusively. From then on, he kept me in captivity until I was fully reprogrammed. My entire existence shrank to the cage I was kept in and his training room. My food was drugged and I was continuously given injections so time blurred to a gray fog.

I never saw day or night outside the windowless walls of my captivity. There were no clocks and the overhead lights were never turned off. I was fed randomly without any routine. Sometimes one meal would be delivered before I finished eating the one I had. Other times I would be doubled over in hunger pangs before being given my next meal.

Then there was also the continuous physical use of my body. The sessions where I would be beaten to a pulp and reduced to an emotionally drained shell of human tissue were also conducted without any rhythm.

Sometimes Master Steel had my next tormentor waiting for the one working on me to finish so my next session could begin. Other times he didn’t wait and they both worked on me at the same time. Of course they often found they liked the double action of me and kept on.

Then other times I was put into a solitary container which seemed interminable. As the minutes grew to months, I lost all sense of time passing. Finally, there was nothing before or after, only an interminably never changing now.

Sexually, my mouth and asshole were used regularly by Master Steel’s cock. My asshole was usually kept plugged whenever he was not plugging it himself. Over the many months of my training, I was taught how give him pleasure in ways I could never have imagined.

The deceptively seductive concepts of self, freedom and choice were steadily and inexorably purged from my consciousness. With the deft skills of a virtuoso maestro, Master Steel expertly incised my self-concept of "I" and replaced it with an all-consuming sense of "HIM".

My initial rage and resistance to my enslavement was patiently removed and replaced with a feeling of excitement and enthusiasm.

That shiny black van was like a guillotine that sliced my life before from my life after. Before was wiped out of existence. My life as it would turn out was not the only thing that was to be sliced.

You see Master Steel is a cutter. That’s what he does. He castrates men and purposely acquired me with the intent to cut off my balls. That is what he did and made me what I am now and will always be a eunuch.

The process of my enslavement preceding my castration was traumatic and difficult at the beginning. Both my body and my brain were wrung through the wringer and once through, were wrung through again and again. Wrung inside out, I was ready for whatever changes he wanted to make.

However, I learned from it that pain inflicted beyond my ability to endure it will transcend limits to become the most exquisite pleasure and it is powerfully addictive. As time passed, my fear turned into craving and my torture became hunger.

My castration was performed on a stage before a large audience. The procedure was taped and copies are sold online. I have been used in porno films with my empty genitals prominently featured. I’m often displayed naked as a prop. My whole public identity is as a eunuch slave.

Master Steel coupled me with another one of his eunuchs who could be my twin. We are kept together in the same cage. He takes us both out on our leashes wearing only chaps wherever he can so he can show us off as a matched pair of slaves. It’s terrific advertising for finding customers who will pay to use us for a time.

Whatever new changes he makes to one of us we know will soon be made to the other. So far we each had the same modifications made. We have both been renamed "clipper". He likes it that when he calls out for one of us, we both respond.

Cutting our balls off was only the start of the modifications to our bodies. Once our balls were removed, our penises soon followed them into oblivion.

Both of us have pierced nipples, septum and ears. We had many more rings on our penises and scrotums, but they were all lost when the organs they were attached to were removed. In removing our genitals and penises, he was not finished with our modifications however.

From the first day I became his slave, Master Steel progressively worked at removing every hair from my body. His beginning the hair on my head was a huge leap of faith. Then when he started removal of my eyebrows, after an initial momentary shock, I immediately felt enclosed within a wash of warmth like a safe cocoon.

My marking becomes again ever more extreme. This new life as a slave becomes even more deeply irreversible. It was another link in the chain that bonds me to him.

Master Steel is also an accomplished artist whose works are sold for many ten’s of thousands of dollars. He chose to keep me as part of his collection of gelded slaves. As an artist, he considers his slaves to be the canvasses he uses to create his works of slave art.

We are his canvasses and he has been expressing his imagination across our bodies. A fantastic array of angels and demons, bolts of lightning and tongues of flame spiral around my torso to shoot out onto my limbs. From the first serpent that began to uncoil out of my vacant groin area, my body pictures have grown and flourished over more and more virgin flesh.

The first tendrils of tattoo are just now creeping out from my torso over my neck and up from wrists. Until now, unless I was being displayed naked in public, my piercings, leather clothing and hairless head advertised me being a slave. These can be changed.

Soon the tattoos will start to eat up my face and hands like they have the rest of my body. Snakes will be ready to consume my eyeballs. Dragons will erupt from my mouth and flames from my nostrils. These changes can never be reversed.

The process of Master Steel transforming me into the unfolding image conceived in his mind of me as his slave has encompassed every aspect of my existence.

My entire life was erased in an instant. Career, family, friends, property, possessions, hobbies, history, reputation; every shred of what made up my former life extinguished. A barrage of sustained torture, discipline, deprivation and sexual excess, my mind overwhelmed with sensory overload batters away my will. Every established construct that supported my life was ripped away.

It was pain that opened the floodgates of my full submission. At some point, each additional stroke of the whip goes beyond unendurable blinding pain and transcends into a soothing caress of pure ecstatic pleasure.

With that comes the sense of absolute certainty this man owns you. He has the unqualified right to use you for whatever he wants of you. You understand that you exist only for him. This is the moment a slave dreams for to surrender not just its body but its soul, the transfer of ownership and fulfills its natural destined place as owned property.

One former life discarded and one new one ready to be imprinted. A whole framework for existence was needed. Master Steel provided the complete package. When he as my owner castrated me, I surrendered and he accepted that ownership of me for life as his slave. His eunuch slave.

It was really weird the first moment that I really understood I wasn’t responsible anymore for control over my life. Once I decided to trust Master Steel, a whole avalanche of tension just fell away. That enormous feeling of release is still with me.

So I have to say, my life is cool. I like being a slave. That’s what I am and am proud to show it off.

I really like being a eunuch slave even more. My core sexual identity is being a piece of property owned by a man. and am proud of it. So the way I see it, if he wants to cut my balls off and keep me to show off as his trophy, well so that’s even more way cool too.

End of Clip Shop 2