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SMP - Slaves's Meeting Point 🔞
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A filthy and unapologetic space for slaves, submissives, cum whores, pain sluts, pups, pigs, and for all those born to serve. 🔞 NSFW. 18+ only.

The sole purpose of this space is to keep you in a mindset of submission and readiness to serve.
During summer vacation, alone in the rented bungalow with friends, the boy pulled from his suitcase a treasure—a bottle of his Master’s piss. He sat in the tub and washed himself with it. Instantly his cock hardened, and he felt more owned than ever.
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November 27, 2025 at 7:08 PM
The boy returned to the Master after serving a dominant he’d been ordered to train with. The Master lifted his sweater and saw the marks left behind. The thought of pissing on him crossed his mind, but he held back. “Good boy,” he said as praise.
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November 27, 2025 at 1:03 PM
Alone at home, the boy dressed in slave gear and lay on his bed, edging his tiny caged nub. Precum leaked nonstop from his tip, enough that he had to grab a towel to keep from staining the sheets.
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November 27, 2025 at 8:01 AM
The young sub finally accepted to shave his body completely. The order, given in preparation for his first real training with the Master, took two months. Constraint turned to desire, then to need. Naked, smooth, before his iPhone camera, he felt ready for the next step.
November 27, 2025 at 12:00 AM
The boy had been told to go to a hotel room at midnight. The stranger who opened brutalized him and threw him to the floor. The boy instantly took a submissive pose, offering his ass. A foot on his neck, the man spoke a language he didn’t know—but the tone said it all.
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November 26, 2025 at 7:02 PM
The Master wanted to teach the boy to wait—still, motionless. But even on his knees he kept fidgeting. So the Master put him in a cage that rattled at the slightest move. Another boy counted each sound, knowing every noise meant a painful correction.
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November 26, 2025 at 1:02 PM
The boy was on hike with his family when, during a walk, they passed an abandoned building. He told his parents to go on, he’d catch up. Inside he stripped, squatted in submission. “This is who I really am,” he whispered, then on all fours: “I wish you were here, Master.”
November 26, 2025 at 8:01 AM
The greatest gift a Master can give a sub is teaching him where his place is, and what he truly is inside. To make him see what society made him wrongly believe all his life : that he was a person.
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November 26, 2025 at 12:01 AM
Even freed from chastity, the boy never touched his cock. He had learned chastity lives in the mind, like his submission and the joy of being used. Sex with partners chosen by the Master wasn’t sex to him. Sucking or being fucked felt as normal as a handshake or hello.
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November 25, 2025 at 7:03 PM
The boy was granted the comfort of a shower but with no hot water, no soap. Hot water is for men, soap too. He washes in cold water, enough for his hairless body. He even learned to cut the water while scrubbing, eco discipline, the Master’s own CSR policy.
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November 25, 2025 at 1:02 PM
The boy, new to slave training, hated piss. He had said he didn’t like being pissed on. When the first streams hit, he rebelled. “What’s the problem? I’m pissing on your cage,” the Master said. “It’s the same,” the sub replied. “I don’t care,” the Master snapped. “Get used to it
November 25, 2025 at 8:00 AM
From the start, the two boys never liked each other, locked in a toxic rivalry for the Master’s favor. Tired of their game, the Master made them inseparable. From now on they’d do everything together even wipe their asses side by side.
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November 25, 2025 at 12:01 AM
Over time, the boy comes to know the Master’s apartment better than the Master himself. He optimizes everything, cleaning, tidying, washing, ironing, mending. The boy wishes to be indispensable, hoping his Master will see his worth.
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November 24, 2025 at 7:02 PM
Three times a week after work, the boy rushes to his Master’s place to clean. When the Master comes home, he may use the boy as a cumdump or send him straight back home.
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November 24, 2025 at 1:02 PM
After a flurry of heavy blows, tears streamed down the boy’s face. “What did I do wrong, Master?” he sobbed. “Nothing, my boy,” the Master replied. “On the contrary, look, you make me hard. Shall we continue?” “Yes, Master,” the boy sobbed.
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November 24, 2025 at 8:01 AM
When the Master met the young sub applying for slave training, he tested him: “Go home and don’t wash until I call you back.” The Master forgot, and ten days later the boy returned, stinking so badly the Master gagged. Impressed by his resolve, he accepted him—after a shower.
November 24, 2025 at 12:00 AM
The Master was meeting the young sub for the first time, eager for slave training. On fetching him downstairs, a furious urge took him to wreck the boy’s ass. He dragged him to the cellar and, in the corridor, pulled him down without mercy.
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November 23, 2025 at 7:01 PM
It was the boy’s 20th birthday when he rushed to the Master after classes. He thought he’d be gifted his favorite treat, his Master’s cock to suck. But seeing his attempt to seduce, the Master gave him 20 hard strokes instead, and the marks to match.
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November 23, 2025 at 1:01 PM
The boy had been chained by the ankle to a cellar wall, spending the day in cold and damp. At any moment he could have unlatched the cuff but he didn’t. Only building resilience gave meaning to his ordeal. To free himself would shatter everything.
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November 23, 2025 at 8:00 AM
At the table, the Master watched from the corner of his eye as the young sub ate for the first time from his bowl on the floor. In a few days his spoon would be taken away, and he’d eat like a dog.
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November 23, 2025 at 12:00 AM
Each time the Master gives a boy a leather collar, it’s a special moment. The boy doesn’t yet realize the rigid leather will soften with time and wear and come to mean everything. More than a mark of ownership, it’s identity, some love.
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November 22, 2025 at 7:02 PM
Under pouring rain, body in the mud, the boy clung pathetically to a clump of earth as an African man wrecked his ass in the woods. The Master, dry under cloak and umbrella, smoked and watched his shivering boy tossed by the thrusts of a massive cock.
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November 22, 2025 at 1:01 PM
The boy, bound and gagged, had spent two hours being edged by the Master’s hand. The Master took no pleasure in it, but saw its purpose: to drive his boy insane with bliss, strip him of control, reduce him to an animal, then lock him back in chastity for a full month.
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November 22, 2025 at 8:00 AM
The Master had often complained his slaves were too slow with their tasks. When winter came, he thought perhaps a walk in the cold might give them some spark again.
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November 22, 2025 at 12:01 AM
The Master first wondered if the cage was too small. But after seeing the boy whimper and twist in discomfort inside it, he decided it would stay.
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November 21, 2025 at 7:03 PM