AUTHOR:  recalcitrantslave (@) gmail.com

It all started with my response to an ad. I had always taken control in the bedroom, and I was damned good at it. I have an innate sense for what my pets’ limits are, and just how to push their buttons. Some live for abuse, some thrive on being challenged, and some just want to be degraded, and I’ve always been happy to force their secret desires upon them. But through years of being a clever and creative master, I began to wonder what it would be like to be one of my pets: at the mercy of a perverted master. I certainly wasn’t submissive, but I could put my dominant side on hold just long enough to get myself into a scene where I no longer had any control, and then I could just deal with the consequences.

I wanted no safe word. A safe word meant that I was still ultimately in control, and as dangerous as it may have been, I wanted to lose total control. I had to lose control, because I wasn’t about to submit willingly. I wondered if I could be broken, and If so, what would it take? I was about to find out.

The ad was simple. It read, “Seeking a strong male to be transformed into the basest of slaves. Your limits will crumble, your soul will become mine, and you will eventually crave the degradation that comes with servitude.” I melted, and responded right away.

The answer I got back was extremely curt. It instructed me to drive to a certain address in a week, enter an open garage door, and follow the instructions I find inside. I didn’t even know if I was dealing with a man or a woman. It didn’t matter. Even though I found the idea of sex with a man not to my tastes, the though of being forced to take a cock made me rock hard.

I was done with school for the summer, and had no teaching duties left, and so I decided to get my affairs in order for a long stay with my new master or mistress and go for it. I spent the remainder of a week masturbating like mad to all the fantasies I had of being a slave, and also trying to stretch out my asshole a bit, just to make the transition easier. I was like the kid who decides to start running every day the week before he goes into boot camp.

Finally the day arrived. It occurred to me that I might be released without my clothes, and that could be embarrassing. In order to stave off that scenario, I hid another suit of clothes under the driver’s seat before setting off. Once I arrived, I realized that I shouldn’t have brought my wallet, and so I stuffed that under the seat before stepping out, and entering the garage.

The garage was mostly empty, but there was a silky black sack sitting in the floor, with a note pinned to it. The note read: “Remove the items inside. Place your belongings within. Close the garage door. Put on the items you removed from the bag. Wait in the middle of the garage.” I inspected the items as I removed them. There was a ring gag, a collar, a blindfold, and a pair of handcuffs attached to leg shackles by just a few links of chain. I then stripped. My cock sprang
from my trousers as I pulled them down. I was light-headed and my limber dom’s mind was running through a hundred fantasy scenarios I would put a slave through who was in my position. I folded my clothes and put them inside the bag, and then pressed the button to close the garage door.

When the last crack of light was gone, I felt a little bit of relief that nobody had seen me standing there naked, but I knew now that it was much harder to turn back. I put the collar on first, and tightened it. It was a simple leather collar with a ring in the front. I put it on as tight as I could without impeding my breathing. Next I put the ring gag in. My mind raced with all the humiliation I could be forced to endure by not being able to control what entered my mouth. Next I shackled my ankles together, and proceeded to slip the blindfold over my eyes. In my final act of willing
submission, I decided to give my new owner a surprise, so I got down on my stomach and fumbled blindly with the handcuffs until I had my wrists bound behind me. I was hogtied, and
there was no key for the cuffs. My last out was gone, I would have to ride out whatever was in store for me.

I waited for what seemed like a century. I was afraid, but my cock was oozing on the cold concrete. Finally, I began to shiver a bit and had nearly given up, when I heard a door click open. I heard someone walking toward me, and then was pulled up just a bit by my hair. I felt something being forced into my ear, and then I was turned over and felt the same thing in the other ear. They were earplugs. I felt them swell up and block out almost all sound, leaving only the constant white noise of the blood rushing in my ears. I then felt hands fiddling with my collar, and then my gag. I realized that they had been locked, when I felt the new weight back there. Then the shackles on my ankles were locked into place too. In the last few seconds I had become a slave. Then I felt hands on my body, rough hands. My heart leapt. I knew I wanted to be used and abused, but now that I was going to be used by a man…something I would never do in person, I was elated. With a woman, it was so much easier to submit. I want to fuck them. Having a man control me meant that I was going to be used completely against my will.

But then something even more interesting happened. I felt a second set of hands on me, and then a third. They groped me, grabbed, and probed me. I felt a slickened finger slide between my ass cheeks and then apply pressure to my asshole. It gave way, just as I had trained it to, and that finger slipped inside me to the knuckle. Another of my owners was exploring my cock, and balls. I felt a firm hand close over my balls and tug them while squeezing firmly, and another reach under me and pull my dick straight down. Finally my last owner pulled my face up, and placed something moist under my nose. Suddenly the world swam and I blacked out.

I awoke still in the dark. My mind was fuzzy, and my head hurt. I reached up to put my hand to my forehead and when I couldn’t, I remembered where I was. As my mind cleared, I realized I was chained to some sort of padded bench. My asshole burned, and I realized that it was full of something. My tongue was dry and my jaw ached from being held open with the gag. I decided to let my captors know I was awake, so I let out a groggy moan. I thought they would come in and begin using me as a sexual object, but nothing happened.

I lay there for another excruciatingly long time, and suddenly I felt someone enter the room. One of the earplugs was removed, and I heard a female voice whisper into my ear, “We’ve decided to fuck you, and if you work out, we’re going to keep you, and turn you into our fuck toy.”

With that, she put the plug back into my ear and climbed onto the bench in front of me. She grabbed two fistfuls of my hair, and then lifted my head up. She then slid her pelvis forward, and
then drove my face down into her pussy. I wetted my tongue on her delicate juices as I thrust it out through the ring and into her dripping folds. I meant to delicately explore her labia and tease her for a while neglecting her clit, just as I would do one of my slaves. But just as I started to
do this, she put a palm on the back of my head and began grinding into me. She was using my nose on her clit as my tongue pounded into her pussy. While there was some allure in the idea of
screwing this up and escaping this entrapment, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

I then felt hands on my ass. My asshole gasped with relief as I felt the plug being pulled out of my aching hole. My sphincter relaxed and I moaned with relief into the pussy before me. Suddenly, I was shifted on the bench, and I felt someone behind me. Seconds later, I got my first cock. It slid slowly into me, and it was much larger than any of the plugs I had used thus far. The pressure made my eyes bulge, but luckily I had been stretching my asshole out all week. I took the
whole cock, which apparently thrilled my new mistress. I felt a fresh gush from her pussy, and she began grinding harder. Slowly the cock inside me began to slide back out, slowly. Then back in. The cock pumped harder and faster, and my own dick once again oozed beneath me. My mistress
was now fucking my face with relentless abandon. I was having difficulty breathing, since she was no longer taking care to give me room to breathe. My face was full of cunt, and I thrusted feverishly with my tongue, even as my head swam from a lack of air. The cock in my has was pounding into me harder and faster.

Finally, I felt hands on my ass, and they pressed my cheeks in. I knew he was about to blow, and was maximizing the friction. He rammed into me harder. My sore asshole was being fucked raw. Finally, with one long stroke, the cock blew its load deep inside of me. I felt my master stay inside of me while his load kept pumping into me. Finally the cock began to shrink inside me and slip out. It pulled out, and cum began to ooze from my ass. But I had no time to enjoy it. Someone else replaced the man who had just spent his load inside of me, and this cock was much larger.

My asshole was on fire. I let out a scream into the cunt in front of me, but I’m sure it just sounded like a sad, muffled, moan. But the woman didn’t stop, I could tell she was about to cum, and that’s all she cared about. As the cock that was splitting me began to move, the woman began to thrash about. I felt her squirting directly into my mouth, and desperately thirsty, I swallowed what i could given my gag situation. She held her cunt over my mouth and nose for a while as she shuddered. My mind swam and I had only the blinding pain in my ass to keep me from passing out.

Finally she slipped away, and I gasped for air. Then the cock pulled out of my ass and I felt his weight shift off the bench. My hair was grabbed once more, and the tip of the cock was placed in the ring gag. Suddenly my mouth was filled with a massive load of cum. It splattered against the back of my throat, and over my tongue. Wave after wave shot into me, until I had no choice but to begin gulping it down. I swallowed the cum and was simultaneously revolted and ecstatic at my degradation.

My head was released, and the cock pulled away. I lay there for a while knowing that they were examining me and deciding whether to keep me for more play. Finally one of my earplugs was pulled out, and the woman whispered into it, “I guess you’ll do. Now to prepare you.”

For about five seconds I had no idea what she meant. But then I felt a tug at my penis, and a pinch near the tip, and something cold. I knew they were piercing me. From the feel of it, I had been given a Prince Albert. Next my taint was pierced, then, my wrists were uncuffed.

I was beginning to panic. I wanted to be used and fucked, sure, but I didn’t want to be modified. I felt my wrists released. I tried to struggle, but both of the mend had me. They raised me off my stomach, and lay me on my back without ever unshackling my feet. My thrashing was in vain. They easily chained my wrists to the bench and exposed my front. Someone grabbed my head and held it, while my septum was pierced. The pain was excruciating, and tears soaked my blindfold. Then each of my nipples got the same treatment. Finally the smell of alcohol filled the air, and I felt a sting at each of the new piercings. I felt another rag pressed to my nose, and the alcohol filling my nostrils was replaced with another strange odor briefly. Then I was out.