How I Became My Master’s Permanent Male Chastity Slave

A young slave begins his life living in lifelong chastity, learning to please his master.

 

Master L knew exactly what he wanted. He didn’t even delay things by setting up a date at a restaurant or the movies. He gave me his address and told me to meet him there in three days, at noon, wearing my laciest and frilliest pair of underwear.

Three days later, I was there. He lived in a luxurious penthouse apartment in one of the tallest skyscrapers in the city. Even in my nice suit and pink tie, I felt underdressed. Only the pale pink silk underwear decorated with frills, hidden beneath the layers of my outfit, felt fancy enough for this environment.

That turned out to be a good thing. I had barely entered the living room of his huge apartment when Master L commanded me to strip down to my underwear. I hurriedly complied.

“Acceptable,” he said with a lecherous glance at the frilly pink .

“Thank you, Sir,” I responded, instantly slipping into my role as his slave and submissive.

While I was only in my underwear, Master L was still fully dressed. Not that that meant he didn’t make an erotic picture to look at…because he most certainly did. He was wearing a button-up shirt in a deep crimson red and perfectly cut black slacks. I could see his every muscle clearly defined through the thin fabric. When he turned around to close the blinds on the living room windows, I could see that his ass was firm enough to rival a porn star’s.

“Did I say you could look, slave?” he growled. His commanding voice sent shivers down my spine.

I shook my head. “No Sir.”

His only response was another order: “Get on your knees”. Of course, I obeyed instantly.

The room wasn’t carpeted. Within seconds, my knees were in pain. But I didn’t move.

Master L stalked around me, moving in small, tight circles as he observed every part of me like I was a prize-winning cow. He roughly grasped my chin with his tanned, calloused fingers and pushed my head from side to side. He ran his hands up my thin arms and legs and over the flat planes of my stomach. He tugged on my blonde curls and I had to try not to mewl with arousal. This drew a low, dangerous chuckle from his lips. I wondered for the first time if I might be in over my head.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of examining the rest of my body, Master L placed a single finger on the wet spot that had formed on the front of my panties. He smirked, clearly knowing that it was his touches and his commands that had caused the spot to appear in the first place.

“You follow orders well, slave,” Master L told me, and a flush of pride ran through my body at the compliment. However, he immediately followed it up with a reprimand: “But your cock doesn’t.”

Without warning, he reared back and struck one of my silk-covered ass cheeks with his bare hand. “Did I say you could get hard, slave?”

“No, Master.”

With the third smack, I couldn’t resist crying out in pain. Luckily, he didn’t smack me again, just laughing again – that low, dangerous chuckle of his that I could already tell meant I was in for something equal amounts erotic and painful.

“Well then, we’re just going to have to train it, aren’t we?” Master L didn’t give me time to answer. Instead, he gave me another command: “Stand up, slave.”

I stood. Without warning, he roughly grasped the waistband of my panties and pulled them downwards. With one single tug, they fell to my ankles, leaving my round, red-marked ass and tiny cock on full display for his discerning stare.

To my surprise, Master L laughed again. He pinched my cock between two fingers of one of his massive hands. It was barely the size of one of his smallest fingers. “My, my, slave, I’ve fucked a lot of subs over the years since I first became a Dom, but you have absolutely the smallest cock I’ve ever seen! It’s like a little sissy boy clit! It’s absolutely pathetic!”

He pinched it tightly, causing another drop to leak from the tip. “From now on, slave, this cock belongs to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” Already the words came as naturally to me as breathing.

“Your pitiful little cock will be locked up in a chastity . Lucky for you, I happen to have one in my collection small enough to fit you. You will be allowed to remove the cage once per week for cleaning, but that’s it. You will no longer be permitted to masturbate or reach orgasm from having your cock stimulated. Do you understand, slave?”

I nodded, the mix of nerves and arousal forming a lump in my throat that made it impossible to sleep.

“I will promise to keep you safe and healthy and not permanently damage your body in any way. In return, you will promise to be completely obedient to me for the rest of your life. You will also turn over possession of both your body and mind to me. I will decide everything about your life, from what you eat to what you wear to how often your slutty little ass will be taking my cock. Do you understand? Later, I will prepare a contract for you and I to sign, but for now, I want a verbal agreement from you. Do I have it?”

“Oh, yes, Master.” I knew I should leave it at that, but it was like I physically couldn’t prevent the words from bubbling out of me. “Oh Master this is what I have waited for for so long. I was born to be a submissive slave to someone Dominant like you.”

My ass received another smack, still on the same cheek as before. Forget red marks – by the time we were done, I was going to have a full black and blue bruise that would take days to heal! “I’m glad to hear that, slave, but you need to learn not to speak unless spoken to or expressly granted permission. Are you going to be a disobedient little brat, or a good slave? You may answer.”

“Good slave! Oh Master all I want is to be your good slave!” I bowed my head, not making eye contact so as not to make Master L any angrier than he already was.

He gripped my shoulder tightly, leaving yet another set of marks, this time in the shapes of his individual strong fingers. “Very very good. Now, come with me.”

He led me into what had to be his bedroom. It was just as lavish as the rest of the apartment – the bed was a full king size, with plush covers and an entire pile of pillows. Of course, Master L did not lead me to the comfortable bed. Instead, he roughly raised my hands over my head and tied them to a hook set in the ceiling.

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