The Slave Circus

See the three-ring extravaganza of slaves trained to be creatures and beasts that perform astonishing animal acts under my big top!

The Slave Circus Introduction

EVERYONE LOVES A CIRCUS, but like me, hates mistreatment of animals. One morning, I assigned my stable manager to come up with a new way to entertain my special clients, perhaps with a circus theme. When the animals on display are in my stable, my guests don’t worry about their mistreatment; after all, most of the Dommes have their own stables. I’ve learned that more than a few of my clients, especially the men, have a secret desire to use my slaves for their own ultra-kinky gratification.

What are my slaves? They are adults I call boys and girls who live the lives they’ve chosen and while I own them, they exist only to please me.

If they don’t, I sell or expel them.

My slaves live by my rules, all day, every day and night. There is no time off for slaves.

When I buy new ones, they are sold with money-back guarantees, including return shipping costs. None of my sellers want to deal with returned merchandise, so they’re careful when selling them and I’m meticulous when shopping.

Pleasing me means the slaves work exceptionally hard and suffer through long, hard days to get their jobs done quickly and perfectly. They never expect a reward and know none is coming. They long for my ownership and the incomparable training I’m known for. They crave to be branded with my name when they prove their value. I’m the sole arbiter of their worth and futures.

When I tire of any of them, I sell them at auction or barter for better ones. They accept that, too, and work daily to do more than they did the day before, hoping they are allowed to remain my property.

A year ago, I needed to buy circus performers for animal acts and trainers with skills that will grow the circus. I contacted my customary sellers to look over their merchandise. After seeing what they had for sale, I purchased stock from all over the country and even across the ocean. That kept Red Rick, my circle’s trusted freight handler, busy managing the shipping. If the slave circus became as big a hit as I thought it would, the sellers and Rick knew I’d be buying and shipping more.

My clients are wealthy, prominent people in their outside lives who harbor secret lusts that they can’t reveal to anyone but me. I provide them safe space and devilish tools to fulfill their hidden hungers when they buy tickets to my invitation-only salons. There’s a long waiting list and after attending a required introductory session, clients are allowed to rent my slaves for an evening or a weekend, subject to video recording their sessions that I watch highlight reels of for my own entertainment after dinner. And to make sure they adhere to my rules.

They know my world is trustworthy so they beg for the chance to live out their fetishes in my secure world. No matter what their kinky desires are, they explode with passion when I grant them, always within my rules. Break a rule? I ban them. Consequently, my regulars are usually well behaved. Then they share their encounters with their trusted friends, who, in turn, plead for invitations.

This is the story of how I built a successful slave circus that only elite guests can attend. They see and experience new toys and tools I design and send to my toy manufacturer to build. I give them opportunities to buy the toys and use them on rented slaves—or on themselves. As long as what they do with the merchandise they rent is safe, sane, consensual and adult, everyone’s kink is fine with me.

Read on to see what it’s like living in my stable. Feel the slaves’ longing to be owned. Suffer with them when they’re punished for missteps. See what it’s like to live with a custom microchip implanted in an extremely sensitive spot that I control remotely to summon, discipline, punish and from time to time, reward deserving slaves.

Join me under the big top. Get ready for an amazing ride.