A submissive becomes a slave

Author: plugged_lad
Title: A submissive becomes a slave.
Date: 09 July 2011

Just a recollection of my introduction to bondage and slavery...



I realized in middle school I was gay and by high school was comfortable with that, but coming from a small town never really experimented or played on my urges out of fear. Once I got to college I started to spread my wings and experience the world around me. Slowly but surely I dipped my feet in the water and started to experiment - discovering what I liked and didn't. My submissive nature took control steadily over the first year I had the freedom to play.

I discovered I liked bondage and was introduced to rubber and leather near the end of my sophomore year. During my junior year I jumped heavily into bondage, rubber, leather and such and really loved it. By my senior year I was a full-fledged kinkster. I spent many weekends during my senior year in bondage playing with a top in the city where I was going to school. I met him over the internet and after many long late night chats and several exchanges of pictures I agreed to meet up with him. I drove downtown to the parking garage he had instructed me to and parked on the top level. On Friday evening at 7:00 the garage was empty and I had butterflies in my stomach.

Waiting on my knees at the back of my car with a spandex hood over my head a car drove up and stopped next to me. A car door opened someone walked up to me and then I realized that my hands and ankles were being tied behind me. I was picked up like I weighed nothing and after hearing the lid slam shut realized I had been laid in the trunk of a car. The length of the drive was hard to judge in darkness. It was hard to judge how long I layed in the trunk, but when it was opened I was lifted out as easily as I was laid in it.

Placed on a cold concrete floor I was untied but the hood was left on me. Ordered to stand I was allowed to stretch my tired arms and legs and then I was stripped naked. I had not known fear until that moment; I really didn't know this guy and had no idea where I was at. Pushed onto my knees and then onto my hands a lubed plug was shoved into my ass. The spandex hood was jerked off my head and knee high leather boots, a body harness, leather hood, and collar were thrown beside me and I was told to put them. Having put on the harness, boots, hood and collar I was told to extend my arms straight out in front of me and I was buckled into a heavy straight jacket. Sat in a chair and tied to it a cock gag was locked on my head. I was scared shitless as he slid a catheter down my dick. I spent the night tied to that chair and the rest of the weekend in a number of bondage situations. That weekend was my first experience with water sports and swallowing my own piss through a gag was very humiliating and humbling.

That first weekend would be the first of many such weekends spent bound in his dungeon. As graduation was drawing close Sir made several off hand remarks that He would like to own me full time during our bondage and play sessions. Finally, three weeks before graduation, and knowing I really had not settled on a job yet, Sir made an offer of 24/7 service and told me I would not be allowed to return the next weekend for play but rather had to use the last few weeks of classes making up my mind regarding his offer. His offer was simple... I would be his full-time slave and in exchange for my services I would be taken care of. His rules and conditions were simple. While I would be allowed to maintain my contacts with family and friends, I would at all times be reminded that I was owned property. As such, I would always be kept locked in a collar, would wear locked leather chastity shorts, would never be allowed to have hair below my eyebrows on my body, and my scalp would be kept trimmed close with clippers. Additionally, my ass would always be kept sealed with a plug, and at Sir's discretion over time the plugs would be changed for larger and larger plugs. The plug and chastity shorts would only be removed three times a day to allow me to do my toilet functions. To earn my keep I would be required to help Sir with his home based accounting and tax preparation business.

Those were the three longest weeks I believe I ever experienced. I kept dwelling on should I take Him up on His offer, or go looking for a job? The weekend before graduation, and still having not yet made a decision, I received a phone call from him. It was a simple call, he did not allow me to speak, and only said that if I decided to accept the offer that I was to appear at his door the Friday after graduation no later than 6:00 PM with nothing but the clothes on my body.

Graduation came and went, and still not having made a decision I made the trip home with the parents and my box of belongings from the dorm. After 3 days at home, and realizing how much I had changed over the four years at college, I sat down with mom that night and told her I had to explore an opportunity in Indianapolis to settle a curiosity of mine. I didn't fully tell her the details and it was sufficient enough to simply say I was moving in with a guy in Indianapolis. She could put two and two together and realized it was a gay relationship, but I spared her the kink and bondage details. I called a high school friend and made arrangements for a lift to Sir's for Friday afternoon.

Friday morning came, I kissed and hugged mom as she left for work, told dad bye as he walked out the door, and then I paced the floor waiting for my ride. Remembering my instructions I kept my clothing simple and legal for public - wearing only a pair of basketball shorts (without underwear), a t-shirt, and tennis shoes (without socks). At 5PM as I walked into Sir's home while watching my ride drive away I began what would be 3 years of service as a boy in bondage.

I was immediately taken to the basement play area, and removed of the few articles of clothing I came in. Standing over the drain in the basement floor my wrists were shackled and attached to chains over my head. I was filled and cleaned with over half a dozen warm water enemas, rinsed off, then fully shaved from my nose downward. My hair was cut with clippers shorter than it had ever been in my life, and then Sir locked the collar around my neck. My arms were released from the chains and I was told to bend over and grab my ankles. With first one finger, then two, and finally three fingers, lube was smeared on and in my hole and with some discomfort the largest plug I had taken to date was pushed in my ass; sealing the large warm load of cum Sir had just deposited in my gut after roughly fucking me. Shaved, collared, fucked, plugged and having caught my breath after getting used to the plug I stepped into the leather chastity shorts Sir handed me and then watched Him lock the shorts on me with three padlocks. Sir was serious, and I knew He was, about His intentions that I would be kept plugged and stretched over time. The shorts and plug were only removed three times a day to allow me to shit and shave - early morning, early afternoon, and just before bed.


I had worried that being kept plugged would be impossible. Actually it wasn't that bad. It took some getting used to, and yes there were days when I felt extremely cramped. Once I settled into the routine and my bodily functions adjusted to the toilet schedule it was just a habit. About every 8 to 12 weeks Sir did change the plug, and then I had to adjust to the stretch and the stinging burning feeling associated with the larger size. In a few days the discomfort usually subsided, and then the process repeated the next time Sir changed the plug when He felt my hole was loose enough to take an even larger size. A year into my service I had learned how to relax enough to take Sir’s fist and a whole new realm of pleasure opened up.

For the first month of my service I slept at night in a cage bound in a heavy leather strait jacket. Sir's intent was to reinforce that I was property and had to earn privileges. Struggling against the straight jacket only made it feel tighter, and caused the jacket straps between my legs to drive the plug in my ass deeper into me. Bondage, sex and play was frequent. From that first night onward before being put into the cage for the night I was always fucked then the plug was pushed in sealing Sir’s load inside me.

I have no regrets at all regarding my experiences during those four years. I could have walked away at any moment, but everything would have ended right there immediately – no negotiations no options. Escape was possible, but where would I go and how would I explain why I was locked in heavy leather shorts and wearing a collar. If I could have passed off the shorts and collar with a plausible explanation the large plug in my ass would have been another difficulty.