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Slave Master T 

since 1997

Updated Dec 1, 2014

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I'm a man who loves keeping men bound and helpless- no way out. I have a very well equipped dungeon and a complete prison cell. Men come to me from all over the world to be put in handcuffs and leg irons, held in captivity, for prolonged prison scenes. Or straitjackets, sleepsacks, restraints, or bound with rope in my dungeon. I have tons of rubber and leather equipment. Men who come to be my prisoner do so because they are driven by the desire to be helpless. you sign a contract and you live with it. Through our dungeon scenes, we have made friends from all over the world and every state of the Union. Not all men are into "gay Bondage." Some consider themselves straight. You may see prison scenes and dungeon scenes from the prison and dungeon photos.  if this is your dream- continue.


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Updated DEC 1, 2014


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Subject: Re: Friday arrival

Date: Mon, 8 Sep 2014 20:37:31 -0700

From: <>

To: Master Jack <>

Hello Master Jack, I made it home without too much difficulty. My flight to Dallas was delayed about an hour but fortunately my flight to Austin was delayed about 25 minutes so I was able to make my connection. Thanks again for a fun weekend. I had a great time. Please send my thanks to Terry as well. You said to remind you to send the pics you took. Thanks, G

A boy from Berlin:

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Subject: Thank you!

Date: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 05:03:10 +0200

From: J. berliner <>

To: Master Jack <>

Sir, The impressions left on my wrists and ankles by the restraints have worn off, but the memories remain vivid and vital, from the initial click of the handcuffs in your car (a seemingly natural extension of our first handshake) to Guard T.'s dozens of applications and removals of handcuffs and leg irons according to a perfectly choreographed protocol that became our daily regimen. Many thanks to you and Guard T. for such a wonderful three days. Since the most profound experiences seemed all to happen in the cell, I thought I would share my impressions with you while they are still fresh. While Guard T.'s account and mine may vary in perspective, I expect they share the same intensity. - I was familiar with the in-processing routine from the video on your website, but the excitement begins where the video ends, with the physical examination. As Guard T. authoritatively moved his exploratory fingers from the inside of my mouth to the soles of my feet he left no doubt that - with my wrists cuffed above my head to the bars of the cell - I had yielded every centimeter of my body to his control. When he had finished with my feet he said, "I suppose you don't want me to start again with your mouth." I told him he could do whatever he wanted. He replied, "But surely you don't want me to put my fingers that have touched the dust on the floor inside your mouth." "You're in charge," I observed. He pointed at my increasingly erect dick and replied, "No, it seems that this is what's in charge." - For me the most poignant moment came on Wednesday morning. Guard T. had once again cuffed my wrists above my head to the bars on the side of the cell, and as a result the only way I could eat breakfast was for him to feed me, passing the tiny pieces of toast and the straw of the orange juice through the 2" x 2" spaces of the grid directly into my open mouth. He waited to do so until I had asked for another piece or another sip, the long pauses as he awaited my request accentuating and reinforcing my total dependence on him, but also expressing a tenderness that contrasted with the orders with which he commanded me. - On Wednesday you asked whether I had ever "floated" and I didn't even understand the term. Thursday morning, chained to the bunk in my cell, my hands cuffed behind my head to the side bars and leg irons cuffed to the opposite bars, my eyes closed and I began to see involuntary images, like an old movie, only they were places and people I had never seen before: an American town, ending in a service station selling $1.00 a gallon gas; a street in what I took to be some Gulf sheikhdom; white-walled streets with blue street signs painted in Arabic letters, perhaps somewhere in North Africa; close-ups of actors on what might have been a European or Latin American soap opera... I could neither stop nor rewind the images. Periodically one "film" would stop and another start, often in mid-stream. I don't know if this is what you meant by "floating" or the extent to which it was provoked by the prolonged period in handcuffs and leg irons, but it was surreal. - Finally, after your splendid dinner, when Guard T. had once again chained me to the bunk in the same position, my taut body completely naked except for the wonderful sci-fi hood, he pressed one hand firmly against my mouth , and with the other fondled my nipples, then inflicted a jolt of pain, then seemed to lick them, finally inflicted another jolt of pain (since I could not see, I could only imagine with what) (By the way, I finally did auto cum, in the middle of the night, with a big flourish, lining my orange jumpsuit with a milky stickiness, doubtless fueled by my fantasies of our next encounter, for I do hope this is an adventure to be continued.) Your humble prisoner, the berliner

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Subject: Maso

Date: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 19:04:51 -0700

From: Maso <>

To: Master Jack <>

Waiting to depart from Tucson

Dear Master Jack Sir and Guard T, Words cannot begin to express my sentiments, but at this moment it's all that's available. It has only been a few hours since my release and I find myself feeling completely wrung out; yet my smile cannot be erased. At the moment I am enjoying a cocktail and waxing poetic on my incarceration. Sirs! You gave me a great gift. I admit my heart was in my throat when I was apprehended. When I was led to my cell and strip searched by Guard T, I was sure I'd made a mistake! I spent many hours in solitary, and while initially it was strange, I learned allot about myself and patience. I learned I enjoyed it! I also learned what it meant to have every decision made for me.. When I ate, what I ate, when I could use the facilities... And honestly, every session that You, Master Jack, and Guard T subjected me to, gave me reason to revel in my decision to be Your prisoner. My final session today Sir, left me exhausted but elated! You took me to new heights and left me to enjoy myself in darkness, hooded, gagged and suspended in a sleep sack. Time had no meaning, and when I begged for more, You graciously granted me the request. Finally, to have been granted a furlough, to enjoy your hospitality, your pool and a lovely home cooked meal of salmon with beurre-Blanc sauce, or the fettuccine carbonara was just beyond comprehension. At those moments I was an honored guest. The dichotomy of my experience overwhelms me still. One moment a prisoner, the next 5 star dining, then... Sent back to my cell! It is I who was honored by your acceptance of my application! I shall soon request another audience with The Master and Guard T! Thank you! Of course I will write when I have been safely returned to the east coast... A trip I make with a degree of forlornness. Thank you Sirs from the depth of my existence! Boi-sam

Subject: Date: From: To:
Tue, 12 Aug 2014 10:59:23 +1000
Charles <>
Master Jack <>


Dear Master Jack,
My apologies for not writing earlier I have been a little caught up at Stanford.  I wanted to thank you for the time I spent with you I thoroughly enjoyed it.  I was a disappointed the way my body reacted (bad back) but that's life sometimes.  Thank you for your hospitality and sensitivity it was a pleasure.  I hope I can get a return visit sometime.
Best wishes

(slave from Sydney)


May1, 2013

As I had told you, I have looked and looked at your web page for years. Finally, I acted upon it... and am so very happy I did. As you know, I've been tying myself up since I was maybe 8 or 9. But NEVER trusted anyone else to do it to me. I married, had 3 beautiful sons and am now divorced. At 48 I decided it was time. It took me weeks to get up courage and hit the "send" button on my e/mail. But I did and it was the best deciison I ever made. Talking to you on the phone before I came reassured me that it was the right thing to do. So I came... over and over and over! :-) What an experience... to be bound so tightly I could hardly move and knowing that there was no way out. I had signed a contract. "Live with it", as you said. And I did, basking in every glorious moment. You would come in am aske me, "well how long do you think it was this time?" I'd say something like 2 hours and you'd laugh and say, "Five." Before I knew it, the 3 days were over. Thank you too for the "last supper." It was really fine. And thank Slave Master T for his attentions, always happy to make me just a bit more uncomfortable. You really are a great pair...sympatico (I made a little Freudian misstype the first time, hitting both the "o" and "p"-"sympaticop".) Truly a great great experience. I shall never forget it and do hope I can come again.


Subject:  Re: Oct visit
Date:  Tue, 4 Oct 2011 13:49:52 -0700 (PDT)
From:  dxxxxx<>
To:  Master Jack <>

Hello Master Jack,
I made it home with no problems.

Thanks again to you and Terry for a great visit !  I enjoyed both the active time and the quiet time.  Both are relaxing in their own ways.

Looking forward to my next visit.


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Subject:  thanks
Date:  Sat, 20 Aug 2011 06:35:57 -0400 (EDT)

Once again, I'm writing to thank you and Guard T. Not only are the scenes a high point of the year for me, I always feel a let down when I get home, like after having a great vacation. I realize my "vacation" is not for everyone. But it is for me. And maybe even more importantly, you and Terry make me feel like I belong somewhere. I have lots of friends and some who are even into bondage, but none of them make me feel like I'm "family." Thank you so much for that.
PS. That's not to say you don't "punish" me just the way I want it. You do!

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Subject:  my scene
Date:  Fri, 1 Jul 2011 12:46:34 -0500 (CDT)
From:  Normxxxx<>

Sirs: Thank you Sirs for a fantastic time. this slobbering slave desires to tell you that the Two of You gave this humble slave the experience he has always desired. i have gone to several masters in London, as i told you. But they were a mere reflection of You Two. Your scene is complete. Pity you aren't closer but this slave will be back for another, even longer scene.

slave norm

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Subject:  Your prisoner
Date:  Tue, 21 Jun 2011 12:04:50 -0700
From:  Samxxxxxxxxxx <>
To:  <>
10 years. As you know that's how long it took for me to come to you. I wish I had been braver, sooner. Now, I'll be back. There were moments when I was almost scared, but you got me through them. And as I flew home to New York, I had such a warm feeling. Almost a "glow." You said I might have a "bondage high." I was higher than the plane. So once again, thanks. And thanks to Slave Master T also. You two are great.
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Subject:  fuckin' hot
Date:  Sat, 7 May 2011 02:03:49 +0000 (GMT)
you guys gave this skin one fuckin' great time. i as lookin' for a stud about my age, originally. yeah, right. guys in their 20's don't know shit. they're just actors, playin' like masters. gotta give it to two are the real thing. since we're all macho studs, can't tell my bros about this scene i had with ya, but i'll never forget. thrashin' around in that leathr sj for hours and not gettin loose was fuckin' great. fuckin' great...

Subject: thank You
Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2011 21:01:14 -0700 (PDT)
who would have thought that the Mecca of Bondage was in AZ? I'm only 100 miles from you and yet it has taken me a lifetime to find you. A lot of men make great promises. But you deliver and the reason for that is you just do what you say you're going to do. Could that be more simple? But no one else I've found does that. I'll be back :-]

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Subject:  Re: me
Date:  Sun, 13 Mar 2011 06:32:55 -0700 (PDT)
From:  TOP4u <>
So here I am, another drooling fool stammering my way into thanking you for the experience of a lifetime. I swore when I came to you that I wouldn't be just another slobbering idiot, begging to let me return. Slobber, slobber. The thing about it is, your scenes are so all encompassing that the slave/prisoner forgets about everything else. Do you know how rare that is? You probably do. I tie up guys all the time... I'm big, brawny and merciless. But I don't think I ever get them to that place you took me.
Thanks...hardly enough to say but what else?

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Subject:  SCENE
Date:  Tue, 22 Feb 2011 02:55:03 -0500
From:  MARK <>

To say this was an amazing experience would be an understatement. I saw what you wrote on bondagemaster and since my business requires that hear the roar in the whisper I can't help but feel like I disappointed you. I hope next time I can do better. You really did take me to a place I've never been before and like all such journeys we often go kicking and screaming. At 44 you would think that you had experienced most of what life had to offer; surprises are rare. You and Terry surprised me and took me to places I've never been before. You all were my guide as I walked on paths unexplored. When I tripped you were there to help me and your compassion and firm resolve helped me to take the next step. You both truly are a master at what you do. Next time, if you will have me, I plan to throw my caution out and give myself fully to you; it will be your game not mine. One thing I will note is that when I came home and took my BP it was lower than I have seen in a while. 

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