The Master's Den

My name is Kennedy, and I am currently Master’s primary slave. I am, as of the time of this posting, two months into a four month live-in contract with Master, which I hope to extend. My older sister, Lynette, was Master’s primary slave for two years, and is directly responsible for my serving him today. My sister is also responsible for my first submissive experience, though I don’t think she knows it.

Lynette is two years older than me, and from the time I was real little I have always idolized her. I think she is the coolest, sexiest, most talented girl in the world. When I was growing up I wanted to do and try everything she did. Our parents are very cool people, but I think they would have died if they knew how my big sis would teach me things. She treated me like a best friend most of the time, forgetting I was two years younger than her.

She taught me how to dress, both stylish and sexy. She bought me my first thong, my first fishnets, and my first lingerie, all way before I probably should have had them. She taught me to drink, gave me my first joint, and taught me all about sex. I remember sitting on her bed with her one night when I was probably about 11 or 12 and she taught me to kiss. I am sure the guys will love the images of two sisters kissing each other for hours. She also taught me to masturbate, and when we were young we used to see who would cum first. So, yes, we are very crazy girls I guess.

I don’t want to make it sound like Lynette only taught me to do naughty things. It is thanks to her that I had a 4.0 in school, and know how to take care of myself. Anyway, the point is I always turned to her when I had questions, no matter how private. For example, when I had my first serious boyfriend (or as serious as they can be when you are 14) and I wanted to have sex with him I went to Lynette.

She started by telling me not to rush into it unless I really wanted it, but once she knew I did, she told me all kinds of things to do and try. She told me how it would hurt, and that he would probably only last a few brief moments, but then she told me how to control the situation, and what to do to please him. She told me about giving him a blow job, and when she saw I didn’t know how to do that well she pulled out one of her vibes, and taught me. Yes, another nice visual boys, two sisters taking turns sucking off a rubber cock. But I digress…

Once I had sex under my belt we starting comparing notes all the time. She would tell me about what she did with her boyfriends and I would tell her what I did with mine. She would give me ideas of things to try, and sometimes loan me her sexy lingerie. Thankfully we are almost exactly the same size.

I noticed over time that most of Lynette’s sex stories had her in very submissive situations. This turned me on, and most of the things she told me to try with my boyfriend were submissive in nature. Then one night she told me about being tied naked to the jungle gym in the neighborhood park while her boyfriend fucked her in public, and his friends watched. The story was so intense, and I was so horny. I remember Lynette seeing me touch myself as she told me about it, and she suggested that I try something like that.

OK, so I had no idea how to even suggest such a thing. I was 16 at the time, and wanted to try something like that, but figured I wouldn’t get to. Then Lynette told me she would set it up. After all, what are big sisters for? So the plan was to make it happen at a big sleep over party she was having the weekend after her 18th birthday. Our parents stayed out all night, showing trust for their new adult daughter. LOL

She had about a dozen friends over, and while only her four girlfriends were supposed to stay, their boyfriends did as well. She told me I could invite my two best friends to stay too, and that we should sneak out boyfriends in too, which we did. As the night grew late we all ended up gathered in the family room where Lynette and her friends were going to sleep. Lynette started a game of truth or dare, and didn’t start out easy. Within a few rounds she was totally naked, and we all watched as one of her girlfriends sucked her boyfriend’s cock. 

Now my friends were not as wild as Lynette and I were, and they were shocked, but excited. It didn’t take much work for everyone to get really into it, and less time for almost everyone was in their underwear or topless (Lynette was still naked). Then she made her move. She dared me to strip naked, and let her blindfold me, and tie me to the stairs. 

I remember the feeling of excitement and fear as I took off all my clothes in front of 16 other people, 4 of them my good friends, and 8 of them boys. Then Lynette tied a scarf around my eyes so I couldn’t see anything. She walked me over to the stairs that led down into the family room. She tied each wrist to the railing on either side of the stairs, and then the same with my ankles. I felt myself blush when I felt my legs spread wide open for all to see. I was laying back on the stairs totally exposed. Then I heard Lynette finish explaining the dare. She asked all of the boys to choose a number between 1 and 100. 

My heart dropped. I expected her to dare my boyfriend to fuck me there while everyone watched, so what was she doing having everyone choose numbers? She then said the one who came closest to the number she chose would have to fuck me while everyone watched. I gasped again, and remember saying wait. Everyone laughed and cheered as she asked each guy for their guess. I remember my boyfriend chose 28, and I prayed he would win.

Then Lynette said the number was 69, and everyone cheered. Somebody else had one. I didn’t know who it was, I couldn’t recognize the voice, but I knew somebody other than my boyfriend was going to fuck me right there. I heard some people telling my boyfriend it was just a dare, and I waited to hear him protest. Instead I hear him say he knew, and it was OK.

What? I was shocked. I remember hearing the yells as I felt somebody kneeling between my legs. They touched me, and everyone cheered again. I was terrified, but the feel of his hands on my pussy was amazing. I felt the wetness drip down my ass, and within moments the person slid his cock into me. I couldn’t help it but I started to gasp in pleasure.

The stairs hurt my back, and the scarfs were tight against my wrists and ankles, but the pleasure was stronger. I could hear everyone laughing and screaming as I moaned louder and louder. I thought to myself that I didn’t want to seem like I was enjoying it. I didn’t want to hurt my boyfriend, but I knew I couldn’t help it.

This guy was bigger, and better. It felt better than anything I’d ever done. I was gasping for breath, and moaning so loud I could barely hear them cheer. As I started to cum I screamed yes, and harder. I was losing my mind, and I was sure my boyfriend would never get over it. I came so hard, and as I ended I noticed he was still thrusting. He hadn’t cum. He was lasting longer than my boyfriend ever did.

It was almost too intense, and I remember begging for him to stop, I couldn’t take anymore. I heard Lynette tell him to go until he was done, I had no say in this. I started to moan again as he pounded harder and harder. Lynette started telling me that it was clear I really like it, and that there was a boyfriend, and a girlfriend here that were probably jealous. The room reacted, and I felt guilty, but the pleasure was stronger.

Then I heard Lynette tell my boyfriend and the girlfriend of the guy who was pounding me to fuck too. I felt a jab of panic in my chest. I didn’t want that. I know that was messed up. It was OK that I fuck this guy while he is forced to watch, but the thought of him fucking somebody else made me crazy. The group cheered as it sounded like they were kissing and getting naked. I remember feeling myself cry even as I moaned with each thrust. That’s when Lynette said I should have to watch them do it too, and she removed my blindfold.

It was bright and hard to see at first, but then I noticed it was my boyfriend who was fucking me. Everyone laughed and cheered. She had tricked me. Then I noticed all of those eyes watching me get fucked, and I felt my passion grow. I loved it. I started to cum again, and my screams were so loud I thought the neighbors who call the cops. He came too, and it was amazing.

That’s how I knew I liked being submissive. I also learned that my boyfriend did too. He was so much better in this situation, so we started having sex in public, and tying me up, and it was amazing. It would be a few years before Lynette met Master, and then a few years before I would get the chance to serve him, but what Master had to teach put all of the pleasure of that night to shame.

- Slavegirl Kennedy

Before you can examine anything in depth in hopes of explaining what makes it unique, you have to look back at it’s creation. In order to appreciate a fine wine we chart it’s age. Where the grapes were grown, what climate existed the year it was bottled. When studying a piece of fine art, scholars inevitably look at the artist. His life, environment and associations give us a better understanding of how the image in question came to be.

This is true with everything. Without looking at origins we cannot begin to understand evolution. I am most certainly the product of my sexual discovery and growth. Now I don’t claim to be on par with a Chateau Lafite or Renoir, but I am just as unique, and when I take my slaves to the limit of their passions one can make the argument that my creation is just as intoxicating and breathtaking.

So, in an effort to better explain the Master I am today, I need to start by showing you the sexual seeds that were planted years ago. 

My earliest sexual memory is still clear in my mind. I can picture it better than any memories of Christmas, vacations or weekend sleepovers with my best friend. I was young, around 7 or 8, and was spending the day at my best friend’s home. We had been playing in his room and for some reason we found our way into his older brother Trevor’s bedroom. Trevor was 16 and hated us getting into his things, but this particular day he was out so we were able to sneak in.

We were pretending to be spies slipping into enemy territory, hunting for plans. My friend was going through his closet and I set my sights on his end table. I quietly slid open the drawer in hopes of finding the imaginary documents needed to win our fictitious war. Little did I know the contents of that small, white drawer would set me on a path that continues to grow still.

Resting in the top of the drawer was a magazine. It would have been ignored or tossed aside if not for the image on it’s cover. A brunette woman was sitting in a window, her limbs curled to fit within the sill. She was totally naked, one perfect breast exposed.

I was startled at first. I felt my breath leave me and my heart begin to race. I knew I wasn’t supposed to see this, but I couldn’t look away. I remember my eyes darting between her breast and bare feet. 

I looked around to make sure nobody was coming and then I pulled the magazine out of the drawer. I had to open it but I was scared I would get caught and it would be taken away. I grabbed a piece of paper from the drawer, slammed it closed and before my friend could react I yelled “Got it!” and ran from the room.

I remember thinking I had to hide the magazine. I didn’t want my friend knowing I took it. This had to be all mine. I made it to his room as fast as I could and I slipped the magazine into my sleep over bag, hiding it beneath my pajamas. As Travis came running in I grabbed the paper I stole and waved it around proclaiming it to be the secret documents we were hunting for.

Our game continued all day but my mind kept going back to the picture on the Playboy cover tucked in my bag. I couldn’t wait for the chance to look at it again, to open it up and see what was inside. My chance finally came that night when it was time for us to change into our pajamas. I pretended I had to go to the bathroom and I took my bag with me to change. I locked the bathroom door and quickly and quietly pulled the magazine out of the bag. Sitting on the floor beside the bathtub I placed the magazine on the floor before me.

There she was again, smiling at me. I couldn’t get over how she made me feel. She was totally naked which seemed so taboo to me. I had never seen a naked girl before and as strange as it was to me then it was clear I liked it.

I quickly flipped through the rest of the pages and each time I found an image of a naked woman I felt this shock run through me. I know now this was arousal but at the time I had no clue what to make of it, or what to do to heighten it. Instead I hid the magazine and counted the hours until I could look at it again.

The next day, in the privacy of my own bedroom, I was able to look at each page in detail. I discovered many things that day. Not just how beautiful a woman’s body is, I started to detect what features and poses I liked most. These are still strong in me to this day. I discovered seeing a woman totally naked was far more exciting for me than seeing them with partial clothing, or shoes on. I noticed that the photos of the women outside or in places where they might be seen drove me wild. I also found myself delighting over the tight bare asses and beautiful bare feet.

Another discovery was that I was actually enjoying reading something. I poured over the words on each page as if they held some amazing secret I had to know. I was thrilled when I saw the first comic portraying a naked woman. I would never look at my Superman comics the same again. Why couldn’t Lois be naked? What if Batman stripped Batgirl and made her run around his cave naked?

There was a pictorial of sex scenes in French Cinema which fascinated me. The thought that there were movies of naked women having sex blew my mind and became an obsession. Is it any surprise that I now write, direct and produce films? Doubtful.

I still have the magazine to this day, and occasionally will pull it out and revisit it’s pages. They still arouse me when I see them, and it is like reconnecting with an old friend. Even now as I right this I find myself growing hard at the image of Marilyn Lange naked on those pages.

So with the discovery of naked women under my belt I found that I looked at everything differently. Every time I saw a magazine in the store I would imagine the model or actress on it’s cover was naked. On TV I would picture the young actresses taking off their clothes and while I still didn’t know what sex looked like I imagined they would engage in it for me to see. I became obsessed with watching Valerie Bertinelli on One Day at a Time, somehow connecting her brunette beauty to the cover that was tucked deep in my closet.

I started searching desperately for a way to see an actual girl naked. I would study my friends and classmates and wonder what they would look like without clothes. It wasn’t long before I starting suggesting games like truth or dare in hopes of finding a way to achieve this.

I wasn’t prepared, however, for the constant frequency that girls would choose truth. Even when I would guide the questions in a naughty direction there were only so many secrets girls had to reveal at that age. Mostly things like, who do you have a crush on, or who would you most like to kiss. This wasn’t what I wanted, what I needed. I decided that if nobody else was going to be brave enough to choose dare then I would have to.

I remember my frustration when the dares I would receive were as vapid as the truths that came before. The girls all wanted to make me kiss somebody. It is funny to think of this as not a desired result when I think back now, but at that time all I wanted was to see one of them, all of them naked. I did, however, quickly learn of the joys of actual physical contact. Kissing soon stopped being gross or silly and I started to enjoy it. Still, if I was going to reach my goal I need to get somebody to push the dares to the next level.

I decided that I needed somebody to start daring me to do naughtier things.  I couldn’t dare myself, and I couldn’t control what the girls would dare me, so I turned to Evan, my best friend. I would have him push it to the next level. I couldn’t ask him to dare me something like that, he would think I was weird or crazy, so I had to outsmart him. I’d mention things that I would hate to be dared, making it clear how horrified I would be if I were ever asked to do them. My hope was he would pass this on when the time was right.

It didn’t take long. At the next game I bravely asked for a dare and the girls all started to giggle. They were whispering to each other trying to decide what to have me do. I shot Evan a look telling him to stay out of it and not mention any of the ideas we had talked about. I made my face look scared and that seemed to do it. He started whispering with them, and the girls shrieked. I remember feeling the sudden swell of my cock, which took me by surprise.

Tina Heck looked me in the eye and dared me to take my shirt off. Finally, things were headed in the right direction. I acted horrified and embarrassed as I slipped my shirt off. The girls giggled, and it was my turn. Before long I got a girl to choose dare and I pretended to want payback. I told her she had to remove her shirt. Everyone got quiet. This seemed so naughty at the time. Poor Amy’s face flushed and it didn’t seem like she would do it. I egged everyone on forcing them to put pressure on her to do it. Then it happened. Her face red, her eyes glassy, I watched as she pulled her shirt off. It was the most beautiful, erotic thing I had ever seen. She had a small, white bra on. She sat with her arms crossed over her chest. I was overwhelmed.

So I quickly learned how to manipulate things to get what I wanted. A few months later I got my first peek at a girl’s bare chest, and a few peeks down a pair of white cotton panties to glimpse a pussy. In turn I learned I had to be willing to go first. I was often dared to flash my cock, which I always did with protest, pretending to be shy about it. In truth this was where I learned how much I enjoyed being on display.

Around this time I learned at a young age that I possessed a unique gift. This was this ability to influence others and put them at ease. Almost akin to the soothing control a hypnotist works over their subjects, I can guide people into situations that they would likely not find themselves in otherwise.

Take, for example, young Missy Prout who, at age 11 found herself in a playground game of truth or dare. Missy stood slightly removed from the group. I could tell by the look on her face that she wanted to see what was happening but didn’t actually want to take part. I can still see the shock on her face as I called out her name.

“Missy, truth or dare?” 

The entire class spun to face her, letting out gasps and giggles. I stepped closer to Missy, determined to get her to choose dare. Mind you this was the least likely result. It was a certainty that Missy would shyly select truth expecting to answer some silly question and then be left alone. I looked her in the eyes and let the words flow from me.

 ”I would choose dare Missy” I whispered. “I have a truth that will make you tell a secret that will make you cry”.

I remember how she stared at me. Everyone started to yell at her to choose, and as I saw the terror grow in her eyes I discovered myself getting harder. At the moment she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, the look in her eyes, the helplessness. I thought my cock was going to rip through my uniform grey slacks. That’s when it happened. This innocent, shy girl who never played these games stepped forward and with a soft voice she spoke.

“Dare.”

I think I was as shocked as everyone else. More yells and laughs filled the air. Nobody could believe she said dare. I had her right where I wanted her. All she could think of was avoiding this terrible secret being revealed. If there really was a secret I certainly did not know what it was. Perhaps there wasn’t one, but Missy was scared enough not to risk it. Either way she now had to do what I said. I thought for a moment, knowing deep inside I would not pass up this chance. I had to make Missy Prout do something so out of character for her that it would change her life.

“I dare you to take off your panties and flash everyone… and you have to give them to me. You can’t wear them for the rest of the day.”

The yells were so loud I thought we would all be caught. The other kids were beside themselves. Missy looked at me, and I noticed her eyes starting to tear up. That’s when the dreaded guilt rose up in me.

As wide as my capacity is for pushing limits, the depth of my conscience is just as dominant. I still wanted to see her do my dare. I wanted to see her naked, and I wanted to feel her panties in my hand and to know I forced her into this humiliation. However it was now clear I had to find a way to make her want to do this. My desire was to humiliate her, but not to force her to do something she really didn’t enjoy. She couldn’t be forced to do this. She had to make the decision to expose herself, and even enjoy it.

I whispered into her ear that she didn’t have to do it. I could give her a smaller dare, and that she should just ignore everyone’s teasing her. I think she knew down deep that once the dare was put out there she had to live up to it. She shook her head and told me she was OK with it. I remember her voice took on a stronger tone, and she seemed more confident. She had reached down inside herself and found this power and she was going to take control.

Missy reached under her skirt and slipped off her cotton panties and handed them to me. I waved them around so everybody could see, and everyone cheered. I had decided to leave it there. I wouldn’t mention that part of the dare was for her to flash everyone. I was shocked then to see Missy lift her plaid skirt up and turn so everyone could see her naked ass and pussy. The crowd grew quiet when she did this, and for many it seemed too much. This was the last dare. The others, all still excited, were now nervous. I had taken things a step beyond anything they had imagined and they didn’t know how to proceed. I could see many of them were excited, but overwhelmed.

The rest of the day I remained hard knowing Missy was naked under her skirt. Every time she tugged it down, sitting on it so she didn’t flash the teacher, I felt my cock throb.

At the end of the day I knew I had not only succeeded in getting her to do what I wanted, but I gained proof that she had actually enjoyed it. Missy came up to me and asked if she could have her panties back. I told her no, they were mine and she would have to go home without them. Instead of her growing upset or sad at this she giggled. She actually giggled and told me OK. She spun around, her little skirt lifting slightly so I could see where her bare ass met her legs and with a wave she headed toward her car.

I kept the panties in my pocket, and that afternoon when I got home I masturbated to an orgasm for the very first time, running her panties up and down on my cock. As I came in them I remember feeling so fulfilled that I instantly starting planning my next erotic encounter.

After that masturbation became one of my favorite activities. One night when in my bedroom, as I crossed the room I glanced out of my window. It was dark outside, but my neighbor’s window was lit across the side yard. Inside was the bedroom. The window and the curtains were open to let in the summer breeze. I could see easily into the room, and on the bed were my neighbors having sex.

I remember seeing him on top of her. His bare ass pounded up and down, and I could see the entire bed shake. Her long naked legs reached into the air, and her feet pointed as I heard her moan loader and loader. I peered over the window sill watching as he fucked her. I could feel my cock start to grow in my pajamas as she moaned. Each time I heard her voice it would jerk in my pants. At one point he grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs above his shoulders and for the first time I could see her pussy as his cock slid in and out. I was transfixed. I couldn’t stop watching them as they grew louder and faster. As she came I remember wanting to explode.

When they finished I pulled the Playboy out and masturbated. They would often have sex that summer, and the next time I saw them I sat on the edge of my bed and masturbated as I watched. Her voice always made me harder than I thought possible, and I found these were the best orgasms I had at that age.

I couldn’t stop thinking about sex. I longed to see other women naked and to hear them moan. I would imagine my friends naked, and I would often react when a girl would make even the slightest orgasmic noise. In gym class I would get hard hearing the girls grunt as they went about various activities. One day I almost lost my mind when one girl rested on her back on the gym floor and lifted her legs into the air. Her bare feet pointed and I could imagine myself fucking her, making her moan and writhe.

As we all grew older and puberty began to hit my friends I became the life of the party. I was the one everybody wanted in their truth or dare games because I would come up with the most amazing and creative dares. In turn I was always willing to do anything. I remember one party where I was dared to strip naked in front of everyone and masturbate. I sat in the middle of the room stroking my cock as everyone watched. I remember the thrill of seeing their eyes on me, boys and girls alike. They would dare me to do crazier and crazier things thinking I wouldn’t do them, but secretly wanting me to. Everyone thought I was crazy, but that year I had 8 different girlfriends. I learned that many girls pretended to be pure and shy but down deep they are curious and want to explore.

I got my first blowjob in the school parking lot after a football game. Susie Watson and I were dating, and her best friend Jana was in the backseat watching. It was late that same year at the ripe old age of 13 when I lost my virginity in the woods behind my house. I talked Kelly Arsden into going all the way on this hard, cold rock. I remember the feeling as I slid my cock into her the first time. I could picture my neighbor pounding his wife on their bed as I thrust harder and harder. I tried to lift her legs onto my shoulders, but this was far too advanced for us. She was in pain as this was her first time, and I was gentle until the hymen broke. I do remember, however, the strange feeling or pleasure that surged through me when with each thrust she would let out a small whimper of pain. It wasn’t long before I came which I think was fine with her due to the discomfort. Two days later we fucked again on her mother’s bed, and this time we both were far more creative.

I remember another day in history class when I was so horny I thought I was going to lose my mind. I sat next to the window and that time of day the cheerleaders were practicing on a small section of grass outside. I couldn’t take my eyes off of their short skirts and tight legs. The occasional glimpse of the yellow panties under their skirts drove me wild.

I slowly unzipped my pants and slipped my cock out right there in the classroom and jerked off. I had to slowly stroke so as not to draw attention. It didn’t take me long before I felt myself cumming. I couldn’t control it anymore. I remember thinking the noise of my cum hitting the bottom of my desk was horrendously loud. However nobody turned around. I had gotten away with it. As I glanced around the class though I found I was mistaken. Katie Price was staring right at me. As I caught her eye she just shook her head at me and laughed.

That summer was filled with sexual exploration. I fucked my girlfriend every day, and thought it would never end. However that was the year my family moved, and I found myself in a new city, fighting to find ways to further explore these needs. Little did I know that I would soon meet a girl who would change my sexual life forever.

- Henry Anderson

Hurrah! At last we can see your slaves in all of their glory without the Facebook ploice spoiling it.

Anonymous asked: Do you have any more pics of potential Sydney?

I do have images of Sydney we will post soon.

I am so glad you found your way to my virtual doorstep. My name is Master Anderson, and I welcome you with open arms, and open mind. I hope you will pull up a chair, and spend some time getting to know me, and allowing me to get to know you. 

Let me start by telling you a little bit about myself. I am a Master. Simply defined, this is one that has control over another or others. To be more specific, I am the owner of slaves. Not in the politically incorrect fashion. Rather, all of my slaves give themselves freely and fully out of a desire to serve, and explore the limitless highs that only such abandon can bring. 

How did I become a Master? Well, that is quite a long story. 

To learn about my earliest discovery of this world, you need look no farther than my blog. To understand how this evolved into what I am today, all you need do is ask, and explore. 

So, how do you know if this world is truly for you? I offer this simple clue. If you are still sitting there and reading my words, then you owe it to yourself to look deeper in your soul. Have you ever found even the slightest joy at being helpless? Does controlling your mate bring you even the smallest bit of arousal? If so, then this world may hold the key to bringing you joys beyond your deepest and darkest fantasies. 

If not, you are still welcome. Just be warned, in time you may find our ways growing on you.

So take your time, and be sire to visit each slavegirl and potential’s pages by selecting the links above and to the right. Each comes complete with photos and other content. They would love for you to stop by and leave them comments.

-  Master Anderson