Tricked

Starting Castration By Placing Castration Bands

The door to my room is closed as I lay on my bed, touching my naked body.

My chest is hairless, except for a few wisps around my nipples, which are pinker and larger than they used to be.

I trail my hand down to my stomach, which has lost most of its definition. My penis lies flat and soft, a tiny version of the dick that once was my pride and joy.

And underneath the base of my penis is a small pouch, a flap of skin really. I touch the thin scar that shows where my scrotum was split, my testicles removed.

I stroke my dick with one hand, playing with my tender nipples with the other. My penis swells slightly, expanding to perhaps 3 inches in length. This is as close to an erection as I get these days.

I work my dick furiously, pinching my tits harder and harder. After 20 minutes, I feel a release building as the shaft barely expands. Then a weak spasm of pleasure signals orgasm. I look down and see a small pool of clear fluid, no larger than a quarter, under the tip of my wilting cock.

I weep into my pillow, remembering my proud, firm shaft that used to spray copious jets of white cum all over my chest. Next week I turn 20 years old, beginning my first full year as a eunuch.

It was only six months ago that I answered the personal ad that changed my life forever. I’ve always been attracted to older men, so when I saw he was 42, it caught my eye. The ad said he was fit and attractive, and interested in topping an 18+ boy. It also said he liked ball play.

As soon as I met him for coffee, I knew that Greg certainly didn’t lie in his ad. He looked like he was in his early 30s, and it was obvious he spent a lot of time at the gym. His bright blue eyes and wide smile won my heart right away. When he suggested that we head back to his apartment, I almost jumped out of my chair.

Greg had a beautiful house, very nicely furnished. It sure was a step up from the dumpy apartment I was living in. His bedroom was amazing, with a gorgeous king-sized bed with four posters. Greg came up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around me. I almost melted as he pulled my shirt up and began playing with my tits.

The sex was amazing. Greg was a dynamo, and before I knew it I was on my back with my feet in the air, and his cock buried deep inside my ass. I was so turned on feeling him pump me and hearing him groan in pleasure, that I shot my wad without even touching myself!

He followed a few seconds later. “Here Mark, swallow it all,” he said smiling, as he pulled his condom off and held it over my mouth, letting his semen drip onto my tongue. It was such a turn-on that my cock sprung back to life. Greg laughed and suggested we sit in his hot tub before beginning round two.

I enjoyed the feeling of the water surging around my naked body, but seeing this gorgeous man sitting next to me was more than I could take. After a few minutes, I bobbed my head under the water and began sucking his cock, which quickly hardened to its 7-inch length.

After we got back to his bedroom, Greg went to his dresser and retrieved a leather strap from the top drawer. “It’s time those balls of yours learned their place,” he said, smiling. He pushed me down on the bed and spread my legs, and wrapped the strap around my ballsack. It felt a little tight, but my cock got hard as I saw my purple sack tied up in a little pouch, my balls straining against its sides.

This time he fucked me from behind, with me on my hands and knees. “Fuck yeah!” he shouted, ramming his prick in and out of my hole. Just before he shot his load, he grabbed my bound sack and squeezed it real hard. I shouted in pain just as he cried out in pleasure.

“I hope you’ll get used to having your nuts mistreated,” he said, unsnapping the strap and freeing my balls. “I’ve got big plans for those little guys.” I smiled as I felt the blood rushing back into my sack. I had to admit that the combination of pain and pleasure was a big turn-on.

A few weeks later, I moved my belongings into Greg’s house. The same day, he asked me to stay naked whenever I was home. The idea appealed to me, so I agreed. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he said, and I tossed my clothes onto the couch.

“I want you to always wear this around the house,” he said, holding up a leather device. “This is a ball stretcher. I think you’ll like it.” It took him a few minutes, but Greg managed to squeeze my sack into the stretcher, which separated my balls and pulled them down and away from my body. My cock responded instantly, pointing straight up. “Excellent,” he grinned, taking my swollen dick in his hand and stroking it.

As the weeks went on, Greg became more extreme about my balls. He wanted me to sleep in the ball stretcher, and then to wear it when I left the house too. The only time I could take it off was during a shower or bath.

He became rougher during our ball play, too. He loved to squeeze and slap my tied-up nuts until I begged him to stop. Then we began bondage play, where he would tie my hands and feet to the bedposts. One time, he made me lie down so my balls dangled off the end of the bed. Then he attached weights to my sack.

“Fuck, that’s really starting to hurt!” I yelled, tugging at my restraints. “Relax, Mark,” he said. “You’ll get used to it soon. It always hurts in the beginning. You have to work up to the really heavy stuff.”

I didn’t like the sound of that one bit, but there wasn’t anything I could do. My balls were killing me as the weights pulled them toward the floor. He left them on for a half hour, then released me from my torment.

That night I began thinking about leaving Greg. But deep down I knew I couldn’t. I was strongly attracted to him, and we were having the best sex of our lives. And honestly, I enjoyed having my nuts mistreated, even though Greg seemed to go a little far sometimes.

Then I started noticing something that really bothered me. I began having problems during sex. It took me longer to get erect, and my dick wasn’t getting as hard as before. It was harder to keep it up, too.

When I told Greg I was worried about it, a smile came over his face. “Don’t worry hon. Every guy goes through that at some point. It won’t last.”

But it didn’t get any better. Sometimes I didn’t get hard at all as he fucked me, which never happened before. So, Greg got me a prescription for Viagra. That seemed to work, at least for the moment.

Then came the night Greg tried something new. He restrained me as usual, face up and arms and legs tied to the posts. Then he went to the dresser and brought out something I had never seen before. It was silver, with long handles. He had a box with green bands in it too.

“What is that?” I asked nervously, as Greg attached the band to the device and opened it wide. “Relax,” he smiled, moving between my legs. “You’ll love this.”

He grabbed my nuts and pushed them through the stretched band. Then he maneuvered the device until the band was released. Suddenly my sack was banded tighter than it had ever been. And it began hurting like a bitch!

“Jesus, take that off me!” I screamed, bucking and pulled on my restraints. “Mark, take it easy!” he said, kissing me on my sweaty forehead. “I’ll only leave it on for a few minutes. I wanted you to feel what it was like.”

After awhile, my balls were aching less, but my stomach started hurting. That’s when Greg took some shears and cut my band off.

After releasing me, Greg explained that he used an elastrator on me. It was used to castrate farm animals. If you leave the band on long enough, it cuts off the blood supply and kills the balls. Then they just fall off after a few weeks.

“Don’t worry, hon. I would never let that happen to you,” he smiled.

By now, I was really starting to worry about my sex drive. Even with Viagra, I couldn’t seem to keep a good erection. I began wondering if all the ball play was damaging my sexual performance.

Then came the worst day of my life. Greg was out, and I was sitting at his computer looking at the Internet. I just happened to look at his bookmarks, and saw a strange one: The Eunuch Archive. What a shock I got! The site was all about guys getting castrated. And a lot of stories mentioned an elastrator!

“I was hoping you wouldn’t find that.”

I spun around and saw Greg behind me. I tried to get up but he pushed me back into the chair. Then he spun my chair around and threw his arms around me, pinning me down. I struggled, but Greg was much bigger and stronger than me.

It only took a few minutes before I was on the bed, with Greg tying my hands and feet to the posts. I screamed and swore, but he didn’t stop until I was tightly bound.

“Please Greg. Don’t hurt me,” I sobbed as he went to the dresser and pulled the elastrator from the drawer. “I hoped we could have done this an easier way, Mark,” he said, slipping the band over the metal device. “But you’ve forced my hand.”

I bucked and thrashed with all my might, but Greg ignored it. Soon he was sitting on the bed, forcing my sack through the band. Snap! It felt like someone kicked me in the balls. “Fuck!! Take it off! Please Greg!!”

But Greg was calmly putting another band on the elastrator. He pushed my aching sack through the hoop and attached another band to my scrotum.

“I wanted to do this differently, Mark,” he said, sitting down next to me as I squirmed and moaned from the pain. “You see, I was gradually castrating you, killing your balls. It was all carefully planned.

“You were slowly losing the ability to get hard. That was from all the ball play. Eventually, your balls would have been practically dead, and you would have gladly agreed to give them up when I suggested it.”

Greg said that since I was a complete bottom, I didn’t really need my balls. They only got in the way. “Take a look, hon. Your balls are in real trouble right now.”

I stretched my neck and was shocked at how my sack looked. It was a dark purple, almost black. The pain had spread to my abdomen. I never felt so awful.

“Now, it’s your choice,” Greg said. “I could leave the bands on, and your balls would die. But that will take another hour, and that’s a long time to be hurting so bad.”

“What’s my choice then?” I said, tears pouring from my eyes. “Well, I could remove your balls right now. It’s much faster, and in the end much cleaner. Just a few cuts and it’s over.”

It all seemed like a nightmare. But it was no dream. My sack was dying, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. So I nodded to Greg. He smiled and smoothed my sweat-soaked hair. “Good boy,” he said with a smile.

Greg put on a pair of surgical gloves, and got some towels from the bathroom. “Now, this might sting a little,” he said, showing me a small silver scalpel. I closed my eyes and awaited the first cut.

Greg sliced through the center of my scrotum, and pulled my two balls out of the sack. I saw him suturing the stalks holding my manhood in place. Then he quickly severed my left ball free. Dropping the bloody testicle onto the towel, he repeated the cut on my right ball. I was now a eunuch.

That was three months ago. Despite what he did to me, I didn’t leave Greg. I was still totally in his power. And after I healed, we resumed our sexual activities. I began to enjoy the stimulation his hard cock gave my prostate. Every once in awhile I’m able to get a semi-erection, and even cum a little. But Greg says that won’t last much longer.

Turning Fantasy Into Reality

Note: At this stage, this post is purely fantasy, based on an arrangement that almost was…
After actively searching for over 5 years, I believe that I may have found the right person, and if all goes as planned, I will become his full time slave within a few weeks. It’s been a struggle weeding through those who were only seeking short term unrealistic situations, as well as finding someone with whom I could find a mutual trust and respect. I’ll begin by describing our arrangement, and toward the end of this post, I’ll attempt to explain why certain decisions were reached in the hope that others will benefit from my experiences. First and foremost, we understood that there is a major difference between fantasy and reality, but we needed to arrange a situation where both the fantasy aspects and the reality of life could live in the same space. The first day that I arrive to become his slave will be the day where the most fantasy elements come into play. He has agreed to make this first day fit as closely as possible to my fantasies, because from that day forward, I will have given up all choices, and my life will be entirely within his hands. I must trust that he will respect my limits. The day will actually begin the night before, when I will check into a local hotel for my last night as a free man.  I will have all the gear and supplies ready for his arrival in the morning. When morning arrives, the process of transforming me into a slave will begin. He is bringing a van, and an assistant, for reasons which will become obvious soon. Upon his arrival, our first order of business will be to create a video. I will explain in this video that I am entering into this arrangement of my own free will, and explain the basics of what will happen, along with making it clear that I am giving complete control to my new master. This is intended to protect him should the need arise in the future. The rest of the mornings events will also be filmed, for possible use at a future date. After removing my street clothing and changing into a latex catsuit, steel cuffs will be secured around my neck, ankles, and wrists.  This has a functional purpose in that it will always provide my master a quick and convenient anchor point for my arms and legs, as well as a convenient place to secure a leash at any point. The intent is to begin with the leg cuffs, and after the screw that doubles as a lock is secured, we will use a soldering gun to cover the hole where the screw is located, which will have the effect of making it impossible to remove the cuffs without major effort (I have attempted to cut these with a hacksaw, and it is virtually impossible). Once soldered on, even if I got cold feet, I would have no choice but to wear these cuffs for the rest of my life. Next my wrists will be cuffed, and again, welded shut with the soldering gun. Finally, a steel collar would be placed around my neck, and welded closed. At this point, I will have no choice but to continue my transformation, as even if I chose to walk away at this point, I would be collared and cuffed forever. We will then leave the hotel, which will be prepaid for at least one more night, making sure to leave my cell phone behind in the room. It will be impossible to trace my phone to his location via GPS (should anyone attempt), and equally important, I will be leaving all of the information for my contacts behind. I am agreeing to enter into this arrangement as a lifetime slave, and part of that for me includes that no one I know should be able to locate me and attempt to “rescue me”. Whether I find that this arrangement works for me, or I discover that I am unhappy, I will have no choice to terminate the situation. Once we complete the next stage of my transformation, it will be impossible for me to escape. After the collar and cuffs are welded on, it will be time for me to enter the cage that we are having custom designed for our needs (the time and funds it takes to have this custom made are the primary reason that it will take us a few weeks to begin). For this, we will travel in his van for a few blocks to pick up the cage at the store which is building it for us. We will place the cage into the back of his van, and I will enter the 4x4x6 cage (giving me enough room to sit up, lie down, and stretch my arms and legs outside the cage if necessary). Once inside, the door will be closed, locked, and “welded” closed with JB Weld. It will take a few moments, but once the JB Weld cures, there will be no way to open the door, and I will be sealed inside the cage, with no way to escape, and no way for anyone to let me out. The biggest part of my personal fantasy was that my bondage be permanent and inescapable, welding the door closed ensures that I will remain inside the cage for the rest of my life. The lock will also be sealed with JB Weld, and the keys to the lock will be tossed into the closest sewage drain grate, leaving no way to open the lock. The trip to his house will then begin, and once we have arrived, him and his assistant will move the cage (with me inside) into his basement, where I will spend the remainder of my life as a urinal slave to him and the rest of his slaves (he has several) The last major components of the first day will include locking a funnel gag on my head (as my primary job as a slave will be to serve as a urinal for my master, his friends, and the other slaves he owns) and fulfilling the longest running fantasy I can remember.  Immediately after the cage door is welded closed, I will be restrained, and castration bands will be placed around my testicles.  From that point, I will spend many hours in pain as the blood circulation is cut off from my testicles, and at such point as they are ready, my balls will be cut off. From that moment onward, there are no specific plans, but everything will be in place for me to spend the rest of my life as the household toilet.  From that moment on, “Toilet” is the only name I will ever know again. His other slaves will ensure that I am fed, and that whatever personal needs I have, including removal of my personal waste and cleanliness are handled, but only so much as necessary to ensure health and safety are maintained. It is understood by all involved that, because I will remain in the cage for the rest of my life, that there is the realistic situation that, at some point, I will die inside that cage. No one involved has any sort of desire for this inevitable end of life to come soon, so proper health and safety arrangements must be made so that, with any luck, that we can enjoy this arrangement for at least the next 30-50 years. Throughout this process, I had what some people considered unrealistic expectations, most importantly being that should something happen where my master was unwilling or unable to continue to keep me as a slave (such as him becoming incapacitated in a car accident) that there was a plan for me to at least be safe, but hopefully continue my slavery with another person that he trusts. Those arrangements have been made, and there are back up plans should those fall through, so, I can feel confident that when I wrap up my current life (job, apartment, etc) that I am doing so with the reasonable expectation that once I enter the cage, and the door is welded closed behind me, that I do not need to fear a situation where my master becomes incapacitated and I end up starving to death. I feel very confident I’m making the right decision, after literally screening thousands of interested people.  I still have two major fears however… First, I am afraid of getting cold feet.  I am 100% certain that this is what I want, and that I will be happy with the end result, it’s a big change from my current “normal” life of having a job and making my own decisions. Part of the reason I’m posting this online is taking ownership of that fear, with the hope that if needed, others can reassure me that it will be OK Second, I know that, once inside the cage, that, as mentioned above, it will be a major change. Again, I know that this is the right thing, but it will take time for me to change my thinking and state of mind.  I’m a bit scared of going through that process, but I know that I will make it through, and not just because I won’t have a choice. I’m excited and nervous about entering this next stage in my life, and I can only hope it will be as rewarding as I think it will be. I had always hoped that I could find a permanent piss slave existence, and I believe that having a collar and cuffs welded on so I can be restrained, as well as being welded inside a cage so it is impossible to open from the inside or the outside is the best way to ensure that I will truly be able to fulfill my fantasy of becoming a sex slave for life.

Originally posted on https://statdig.com

The Dice Game

I was attempting to figure out how long a bondage session should last, and I just couldn’t decide on a time.

 

No matter what number I thought of, it seemed either too short or too long. It was then I got the idea to let FATE decide.

 

 

While this particular game was used to determine how long I would be locked in a cage, it could be used to determine how long one would wear a chastity belt, or any number of other scenarios.

 

The “game” is quite simple, and simply involves rolling a pair of dice to determine how long the bondage session will last…

 

Odd (2+3 for example) equals weeks

 

Even (2+4) equals months

 

Pairs (2+2) equals years

 

Snake eyes (1+1) throw away the key.

 

An added twist….

 

If you want to get super crazy, once the original term has been served, The game can be repeated, but the second time, the stakes are doubled.

 

Play a third time, and the stakes are tripled. These multiplying affects can get out of hand quickly though. In preparing this post, I ran a test roll to see what 3 rolls could potentially bring:

 

Result

 

1 – 3 (4 months)

 

3 – 5 (8 months doubled = 16 months)

 

4 – 4 (8 years tripled = 24 years)

 

Grand total almost 25 years had this been an actual real life game with real life consequences. Of course, I would consider myself pretty lucky to find myself locked in a cage that long.

 

When can we start?

Be Careful What You Wish For, You Just Might Get It

Steel Pod Chastity Device

I am less than 48 hours from having this chastity device locked on permanently.

 

I’m excited, and very nervous at the same time, and maybe you can give me some encouragement or advice.

 

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I am only a day or two away from having the only chastity belt I have never been able to escape from locked on me, and then literally welded closed. I am scared of the unknown, but at the same time, I can’t wait.

One of the first fantasies I ever had, long before I had a chance to meet many people in the gay community, or have the opportunity to explore porn online or in magazines, was having a chastity belt locked on, leaving someone else in control of how long I’d wear it.

20 years ago, I spent a bunch of money on various versions of the standard chastity belts you can find easily.  I discovered that I cold remove all of them so easily, that it essentially became useless to even bother. Then, one day, I was at Mr. S Leather in Los Angeles and they showed me the steel pod chastity device. Because it fully enclosed not just my cock, but my balls as well, once I tried it on, there was no way I could remove it. I purchased it, and had the opportunity to use it from time to time.

Long story short, eventually there came a point in my life where it was stolen, and I haven’t had the chance to experiences chastity belt I couldn’t escape from in years.

Flash forward a few years, and I began my search to find a master who could help me to enter a new life becoming a full time slave. Anyone who has ever tried to find someone online knows that not everyone is who they appear to be. After talking with hundreds of potential masters, I finally found what I believe to have been the perfect situation.

All the arrangements were made, he came to pick me up, and we ran some final errands By later that day, I would be collared, cuffed, chained, and spending every day serving as urinal and service hole for him and the 7 males slaves he’d acquired before me. I don’t know what exactly happened as we had finished out errands and now beginning to heard for his house, but I freaked out, and called it off at the last moment. I was probably a half hour from beginning my new life, and had I made it to that point, I would be past the point of no return. One of the reasons I had chosen that particular master was that I knew that he planned on helping me make the transition from “normal life” to “slave life”.

To this day, not being able to take that opportunity is one of the few things I regret in life.  I tried to reconnect with him a year or so later, but he wasn’t willing to take a second chance.

Since then, I have come across a couple of other opportunities, but those eventually fell apart. I have been sharing my journey with the friend who first introduced me to long term bondage, and eventually we came up with the decision to, in the nearest term possible, give me a start down a path that resembles what I am looking for.

I had developed a plan myself, actually, but it took him a long time to agree to do it. I didn’t realize at the time, but asking someone to lock a chastity belt on you is hard enough. When you are asking them to do so permanently is a lot more difficult. One of the biggest reasons he gave me for originally saying know was that he could not imaging being the person who caused me to never be able to touch myself again. He could not in good conscience sentence me to a fate of eternal blue balls.

One of the reasons I chose this particular friend, is that we have a unique connection that allows him to understand how my brain works, and even though I struggled to to explain how I wanted something that would be a night mare for many.

After he convinced me that he was actually willing to help me do this, we both decided that since one of many “reasons” I had given for choosing to do this was that it was me “punishing” myself for not following through with my commitment with the first potential master, and essentially being noncommittal with the other two, that this needed to happen as soon as possible. That was a couple of weeks ago.

Since I had to order this from the UK, I knew that it might take a couple of weeks to get the money together and then order it via international shipping which I knew  might take awhile. We set a deadline of June 15th for me to place the order,  With time needed to get it here came a July 1 deadline to make myself available to have it locked on.

I’m pleased to say that I was able to order it earlier than planned, so it is scheduled to arrive within the next 36-48 hours. Since I am currently unemployed due to COVID issues, I don’t really have a schedule I must adhere to, so once it actually arrives, it is HIS decision what the actually date and time will be for us to do this, but I fully believe that if arrived tomorrow morning, that I would be locked on me that afternoon.

While throughout this entire time that it has taken to get all the things together we will need to make this happen, I have still felt comfortable that it is the right thing for me, and that I can’t picture myself not following through, I would not be being honest with myself if I didn’t admit that there isn’t a certain amount of fear of the unknown.

My biggest fear is that I will back out at the last minute, and that I will regret it for the rest of my life.

I also know that after this, I will definitely look back at this as a day that changed my life and if at all possible, I want to make sure that, because it’s a literal life changing day, that I make sure that the events leading up to the actual moment the cage is locked allow me to know that I can allow myself to let him lock it on without hesitation.

I am putting this post out on all the places I normally post so that I can keep myself accountable for fulfilling my commitment to taking this step.

Also, I am hoping to hear from those who are currently experiencing either long term or permanent chastity to give me your thoughts. I already know that, anticipating this happening tomorrow, that I am going to spend some time “enjoying myself” today. Once this is locked on, the plan is to literally weld it closed at that point. I know that once this happens, there is no turning back.

Hopefully, through the efforts I am taking to get this post out so I can keep myself accountable by letting as many as possible know my plans, that my outreach finds the person I am destined to have as my master, and that we can start a relationship that is fulfilling for us both.

I plan to create a video of the time that this is locked on for the rest of my life, and I will post it as soon as i am able.

I look forward to hearing any advice that may be our there. Please comment wherever you feel appropriate, or on my blog on the actual post I have there on this.

Thanks in advance, and wish me luck!

Five Permanent Ways To Secure Me… Plus One That’s Almost Permanent

While much of this site talks about me wishing to be permanently locked in a cage, I am well aware that this is probably not a practical situation for long term.

In reality, I simply wish to be locked in such a way that it will be impossible for me to escape, and in such a way that my bondage is permanent.

I think the best way to accomplish this is through the use of metal cuffs, collar, and a locking butt plug.

If I could write the script for my first day, it would begin by attaching these one at a time, and “welding” them onto my body.  Once each is attached, it becomes a part of me for the rest of my life. Additionally, this should be done in such a way that I am making a series of small commitments, rather than a single large commitment.  The end result will be the same, but I know that on my first day, I will be incredibly nervous, and one of my biggest regrets in life is that I once had the opportunity to enter an almost perfect arrangement for me, and I backed out at the last minute because of nerves.  I believe that had we approached things in the manner laid out on this page, that I would be serving in that position today.

First, secure my ankles

I believe we should start with a small commitment, attaching cuffs around my ankles. Once attached, these can be welded, or otherwise made permanent. It will be very easy for me to agree to have cuffs attached to my ankles, and once they have been made permanent, they will be a part of my body forever.

Because I will not have given up complete control to my master by this point, if I should decide to walk away at this point, I will still have to spend the rest of my life with cuffs attached to my ankles. I have access to ankle cuffs which are virtually impossible to cut, so these truly would become a permanent part of me once welded or soldered closed.

Second, it’s time for my wrists

This is the point where things begin to get serious. Just like having cuffs permanently attached to my ankles, the next step would be to secure my wrists.

Since these are also virtually impossible to cut, once attached, they would be a part of me for the rest of my life, and once welded closed, it would be pretty much impossible for me to decide to walk away, as I would now have two very visible and obvious attachments to my body that would generate a lot of questions from “normal” people out in the world.

With permanent ankle and wrist cuffs, my master would always have a very convenient way to restrain me. He would simply need a padlock and about 2 seconds to secure me almost anywhere he desired, and he would never have to spend time attaching cuffs to restrain me, as I would have 4 permanent attachment points always available. I could cover ankle cuffs by wearing long pants, but wrist cuffs are not as easily hidden, so, once attached, my commitment to a lifetime of service to my master is essentially complete.

Making it complete with a collar.

Every slave dreams of the moment when his master attaches a collar around his neck, and this is, for me, the moment of final commitment for me.

Once a collar has been welded closed around my neck, there is no turning back for me.

Because of the level of commitment involved, my master welding the collar closed around my neck is both terrifying, and the moment I look forward to more than any other.

With the collar permanently around my neck, I become the property of my master forever, no turning back.

Once the collar has been attached, my desires no longer matter. It doesn’t matter if I find the situation fulfilling (although I would hope my master would make an effort to do so on occasion).

I truly look forward to the moment when I can have a collar welded around my neck, making me the lifelong slave I wish to become.

There is one other attachment to my body, which, due to logistical reasons can not be permanent, a locking butt plug. This gives master one more way to secure me, and the part of me that needs to be careful what I wish for wishes that this plug would remain inside of me virtually every moment. It would only be removed for bodily functions, and when my master wishes to use my butt hole for other purposes, then it would immediately be locked back in. In this manner, this locking butt plug would effectively become permanent as well.