I wasted my pathetic life trying to live as a straight and "normal" Married vanilla man while secretly submitting to Men. I tried so hard to fight this part of me, having grown up in a religious conservative household. I went through cycles, year after year, where I couldn’t hold back anymore and had the be the cock sucking slutty masochist I knew I was born to be. And then the guilt and embarrassment would kick in and I would try to deny myself this nature. Year after year, until I finally could not do it anymore. I told my wife that I was a submissive faggot, I packed my things and I left. Being free from the guilt of doing that behind her back, I allowed myself to be whatever nature intended me to be.
I talked to Master DP thoroughly, and he was very patient with me, working through these cycles. After realizing we were very much into most of the same fucked up twistest stuff, me wanting to be the victim and him the aggressor. He agreed to own me completely, no limits, no safeword. No way out, for the rest of my life. I knew this was what I was. I’ve always known this was what I was meant to be. So we planned, and I bought a plane ticket. All I had to do was arrive and sign the contract, then Master would take it from there.
I stared out of the window watching the lights of the runway pierced the darkness as the plane landed. I spent the entire trip listening to hypno brainwashing audio files to help get myself mentally prepared and focused for my new life as a slave. To be completely honest, I was equally excited as I was scared/anxious to meet Master DP. We had talked for awhile, and planned this out thoroughly. I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. A part of me was scared that this wasn’t real, and that I would be waiting at the baggage claim and no one would come claim me, and this was all a big joke. I couldn’t help but think that Master DP was having those same feelings. I thought about him driving all this way, anxious, hoping his faggot would actually show up and sign the slave contract that they had both agreed on. This was a one way trip. Once I signed those papers, I knew that my life was no longer my own. I smiled, nervously, ready to surrender.
I made my way off the plane, with no baggage. I had been instructed to come with only the clothes on my back, my wallet with all essential identification, earbuds, and my phone. Every step made my heart pound. I was ready. I bought the ticket. I got onto the plane. I NEEDED to be owned property, and was ready to surrender completely. I was nervous and scared, but I pushed forward. And then I saw him… Master DP. He met my eyes and gave me a smirk. At that moment, we both knew this was real, and that our lives were about to change forever. There was no going back. I got on my knees in front of him, putting my head to the floor, holding my phone up to him to take, until he commanded me to stand up. I got off my knees, trying to not care about the people staring. I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, shown clearly by my bright red cheeks. He dismantled my phone as we walked and disposed of it in the garbage on our way out of the airport.
I followed him to his truck and we started driving. I was shaking visibly. Master chuckled, and reached over and touched my leg.
“It’s ok, boy. You did the hard part. You showed up. I have it from here. Relax. You’re property and I take care of my property.”
He handed me a flask, telling me to take as much as I needed. Then he handed me the contract and told me to read it. He pulled off the main Highway road and headed into a secluded wooded area. After a while, he stopped at a spot he seemed familiar with. It was hard to tell in the dark, but it felt very secluded, no one around us for miles.
He led me to the front of his truck so we could be in the light. Then I noticed he had a firearm strapped to his waist. My brain flip flopping, going from thinking he was going to point that at my head and end me- to thinking he had it in case anything or anyone came upon us in the woods. He traced where my eyes were focused and grinned… tapping his sidearm.
“Get on your knees, faggot.”
I dropped down to my knees in front of a fire pit, eyes looking down to the ground, counting the circle of rocks. He set up a video camera and handed me the contract and instructed me to read it out loud to the camera.
I read every word, pausing to look up at the camera after every paragraph. And at certain points the Master had stopped me and asked if I truly understood what something meant. And then asked me to explain it in my own words. He made certain I understood every single part of it, as we discussed further. He made sure I could ask any questions that I had because this contract gave myself over to him to be his slave property for the rest of my life. No limits, No safeword, consensual non-consent. I would no longer be a person, I would be his thing that he could literally do whatever he wished with. He could sell me, he could break me as he wished. Hell, he could have pulled out his gun and ordered me to put it in my mouth and I would have had no rights other than to do as he ordered.
When I got to the end of the contract, reading the last words, I looked into the camera, and said that I consent and agree to these terms, and then I signed. He turned the camera off and then walked over to me to take the contract. He checked the signatures, then he walked to his truck and put the contract somewhere safe. And then started a fire in the pit. I knelt, watching, taking it all in. I was now property. The thing I have thought about for as long as I can remember has finally happened.
“I own you now, faggot. There is absolutely no going back. Remove everything from your pockets and place them in front of you.”
I did as he ordered, pulling out my wallet and earbuds, placing them in front of me. He grabbed the wallet, pulled out the money and identification, and tossed the rest into the fire. I couldn’t help but let my mouth drop. This was really, really, really happening. I am disappearing into slavery. I no longer existed as a human. Master had complete ownership of me.
“Take off those clothes, faggot. You don’t own anything anymore.”
Again, I complied, stripping down completely naked, a pile of clothes in front of me. He grabbed the clothing, checking the pockets before throwing them into the fire.
“I need to piss, and you’re going to be my urinal. Then you’ll be a good faggot and suck off your Master. It’s been a long trip picking you up”
I started to sweat from the heat of the fire, watching as everything I owned burned in front of me. I didn’t have a phone. I had no ID. No Birth Certificate. No Social Security Card. Master held all of those. My head spun as he fucked my throat, watching the fire burn from the corner of my eye, taking it as a symbol of its old life being destroyed to nothingness. I was across the country in a place that I have never been, a place where I knew NO ONE. No one knew I was coming here. No one knew I was going to disappear, or where I was ending up. It suddenly got very, very real.
After the Master played with me for a bit, slapping me around, playing with my tits, cock, balls and ass, he pulled out a duffle bag. He opened it up behind my back, keeping it out of my view. He slid a blindfold over my eyes to further prevent me from seeing anything. He whispered in my ear that we were about to go on a very very long drive to my new home. Master teased me about me never going to know where in the world I really was going to be ending up. That the next time I would see something would be in my new cage, locked in the dungeon.
He locked metal around both my ankles and wrists and neck. I felt a cold wetness on my ass as he worked fingered into my hole, lubing me up before working a larger plug than I am used to, into my ass. I squealed and tried to fight it, but he squeezed my balls, and told me I needed a lot of training. He held my balls pulling them, while pushing the plug deeper inside of me until it went all the way in. I humped the air, squealing like the piggy I was until the pain of my ass subsided. My tight hole getting used to the big plug.
Then he locked my cock in a cage, a tube sliding down my pisshole. He put clamps on my nips, plugs in my ears, a gag in my mouth, and a hood over my head, and then led me to the back seat of his truck. He laid me down, cuffing my hands and feet so I couldn’t moved. Attached a chain to my nipple clamps that he could pull on as we drove. He covered me with a blanket, told me to get comfy, and we continued on down the highway. Every now and then he tugged on the chain, making sure I was still okay by hearing my moans and growls. My life would never ever be the same, and I couldn’t have been happier.
I had no concept of time or space, no idea what direction or how long we had been travelling. We could have been in another country, and I would have had no idea. The next thing I saw was the dungeon I would be living in. I blinked as my eyes adjusted from the blindfold removal. I looked around, saw a cage, and an assortment of torture devices.
“Welcome home, piggy. Let’s process and inspect you.”
My hands were bound to the ceiling now, still gagged, legs attached to posts on the ground forcing my legs to be spread. SIR started to shave me from the top of my head, my eye brows, beard, neck, chest, back, ass… this faggots entire body was shaved down to smoothness. The eyebrows?! My mind screamed. How could he take my eyebrows. I felt embarrassed at how I must look.
Master DP started to inspect my body, from head to toe, poking, prodding and judging. He commented out loud, humiliating and degrading his piggy until he got down to its toes.
“Crawl to your cage, piggy. Get some rest. When you awake, we will start your training. We will break you, pig.”
I crawled, his words playing over and over in my mind. He locked me into my cage, turned off the lights, and left upstairs. I found peace in this. I should be scared, but I couldn’t help but feel at home. Faggot was meant for this. I slept. And when I awoke, I entered hell… and loved every excruciating moment of it as Master DP broke me down mentally and physically, piece by piece.
