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.
I was just about ready to delete my profile on the dating app when he messaged me.
I’d been active on the app for nearly a year, but in that entire time, I’d only gotten a small handful of dates. Even though my profile said “Reasonably Attractive Blonde Twink,” and was filled with flattering photos, mostly selfies I had taken in my free time, I just couldn’t catch anyone’s attention.
Well. I guess it was more that I couldn’t catch the kind of attention I wanted.
I was a natural submissive, had been since puberty. My tiny cock, barely over an inch long, thin, delicate body and curly pale blonde hair gave me the look of someone who was meant to serve on his knees. And I was certain that that was my purpose – to be someone’s perfect and ideal, completely obedient sexual slave.
I didn’t just want to be dominated for one night in bed. I wanted it to be my permanent lifestyle. I would do absolutely anything for a big, strong dominant Master who mixed kind treatment with cruel punishments as I served him every single day of my life.
And then he messaged me, and I got my wish.
His screen name was simply “Master L.” His profile was mostly pictures. Selfies, photos of him at the gym flexing his enormous muscles, even a few photos when he had just gotten out of the shower, his mane of spiky brown hair plastered to his muscular back by the water. Aside from the pictures, there was one simple statement: “Dominating Master looking for a permanent slave”.
He was perfect.
And he knew it, too. His first message to me was a nude photo, specifically a selfie. His muscles looked even more impressive up close. His cock was enormous – easily eight inches longer, and girthy too. It was longer and thicker than any toy I had ever had in my ass before.
His message was just like his profile. Short and to the point. It said:
“You’re looking for a master. I’m looking for a slave. But I have one condition. If you are to become my slave, you will spend the rest of your life locked up in permanent chastity.”
A shiver ran through my pale, lean body as I read Master L’s message over and over again. I’d heard about male chastity, of course – I’d been single for years, so my sex life mostly consisted of browsing the Internet for Dominant and submissive porn. But I’d never even considered trying it out for myself.
Despite my trepidation, I agreed to meet him.
I followed Alan down the steps into the dungeon. We both wore jeans and t-shirts and I began to feel nervous as I saw the various rubber suits and restraints hanging from the walls, and the cage and sling and rubber bed in the semi-darkness of the room. “This is where...
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