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.
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My own personal quest for this life started long ago. I probably had my first internal feelings for this level of captivity and abuse when i was just a young boy of about 6 or 7. The feelings have come and gone over the years, but have NEVER gone away. The feelings developed before I ever reached puberty and as such i simply did not understand them back then. Of course, I was raised a normal, happy, healthy boy with middle class privilege. The feelings became VERY strong in my early teens and then again in my early 20’s. I tried to take action on them then, but never met up with the right people to actually make it reality… probably came closer than i realized at times, but bolted from fear at the time.
Now I have reached a point in my life where i no longer want to dream and wonder what might have been. i have had too many false starts and second guessing myself. I now seek to make this a reality.
One Choice, No Turning Back
Bottom line for me is that I want this to happen… I want to choose to give control of my life to a master who shall have complete control thereafter… I don’t want the option or choice to avoid it under ANY circumstances. Under the right circumstances, today may be the appropriate day to begin this new journey.
Once I agree to give up my former life to enter a new life of service I don’t want there to be any possibility of being able to escape or be rescued from what i have gotten myself into. It IS extreme… no doubt; but for it to be REAL it also has to have consequences… and those consequences MUST be ABSOLUTE!
I understand the consequences
I accept that this entails long term captivity and unconditional use without Options or Rights.
I have never expected that anything more than a solid chain anchored to the center of a basement floor attached to its steel collar and steel manacles and shackles attached to my arms and legs. I serve at the pleasure of my master, whom I have chosen to make all choices from here on.
I look forward to that first day when you take it to your basement dungeon, strip me down completely, attach the steel collar that I will likely wear continuously. That moment when you chain me by my collar to the floor and then slowly and with deliberate purpose draw my hands and lock them there with steel manacles… at that moment, I am completely vulnerable to YOU… at that moment, I is no longer anything but an object for your use and enjoyment.
I know that this is a 100% commitment; i cannot choose what parts of that control i want him to have and how much i want to retain. It’s an all or none issue. I know that in order to make this commitment i had to complete a soul searching process and accept every part of my being and personality. I have grown to love the fact that i am inferior, and i crave being controlled. I also accepted the fact that this stimulates me sexually and that alone is worth living as a slave. Today on my knees i realized that this is where i belong yet again and that i need to be totally powerless. The more de-powered i am the better i feel; the better I cannot imagine living any other way than as a slave.
I clearly understood BEFORE the commitment is made, that I will be taken away to be chained and held in captivity for the remainder of my lifetime.
I both welcome and dread this future. my Master deserves absolute service and devotion without any limitations. i have specifically asked my Master to remove any possibility that i may escape or rescind my pledge to him and also specifically requested that he summarily ignore any pleading, begging or whining for my ultimate release. i know he is sincere and intends to honor those requests, so I will NOT escape this life that i am now committed to.
It has been, a frustrating week to say the least. When James suggested that he should try chastity play with you it was initially enjoyable. A few hours in it and being on edge during that entire time was a new experience and having James there to be there and provide constant company and light teasing.
It was awkward to admit but that time caged up did make the orgasm much more… powerful at the end of the session. In a moment of weakness and post orgasm joy Jamie was able to pressure you to accept putting the cage back on afterwards and told you that he could not wait to ‘unwrap’ you in a few days from now.‘No big deal’ you thought to yourself. Having a big orgasm like that usually keeps you satisfied for a good long while.
Boy were you wrong. Even as you saw James leave with your key twirling around his finger you felt a pang of anticipation and a stir from within your pants.
Waking up the next day and showering was difficult, constantly feeling the slight weight of the chastity cage keeping your cock in place, pulling it down slightly and being reminded of last night’s experience really got your drive going strong. Despite your best attempts the chastity cage was securely locked on and stopped you from properly touching your dick and getting it fully erect. After an unfulfilled shower you get out to towel down and begin your day at work.
The constant reminder of having the metal cage not only locked around you but kept hidden under your work clothes for the entire day at work was quite an experience in denied edging and frustration. James had practice that Monday night, leaving you alone with yourself that night. It was rough to stay idle and NOT to do the thing you were explicitly denied to do.
The next day you dragged through your shift and tried to find James as soon as you could, but it looked like he was way too occupied with other people for you to approach him. Despite your cock straining against the cage since you first caught the sight of him. The idea of approaching him in public, alluding to your chastity cage, in front of other people was too much for you. With that your own modesty and embarrassment overpowered your longing to be free you dip out and turn to leave with your cock practically pleading with you to go back.
The week kept going, things increasingly more sensitive to you and your only option is to message your cock throughout the day, which ended up with you resigning to constantly squeezing your thighs together, trying your best to stimulate yourself to completion. You even caught yourself subconsciously continuing to carry out that rhythmic squirming as you were at job. Even the slightly thought of James had you pressed against the cage, constantly leaking pre to the point where you had to excuse yourself at work multiple times to dry your underpants off.
James had another scheduled appointment so there was no way to get him to remove it, and there was no way that he had the key on him during working hours. Either way you are resigned for another night alone. Against your best higher thinking, you started to surf the web for your favorite porn. When met with frustration that your even your favorite genre wasn’t enough to get you off, which was a fool’s hope to begin with, you wandered over to the niche chastity cage smut.
One part out of rejected frustration and one part just to see the faces of relief on those poor souls faces and the purposeful closeups of their money shots. Even by your standards these cum shots were incredibly impressive in volume and distance. As your own dick keeps grinding against the rigid metal cage you can’t help but wonder how voluminous your own load was going to be, you call it quits on your naughty nighttime viewing because you were seeping through your underpants again.
Almost by a miracle, you get a notification on your phone. A text message from James, “I know you must be pent up. This Friday you’ll go free, at my place :)” With that two lines of text gave you a spark of joy, hope and horniness.
Work was more manageable this Friday, save for the time you caught yourself wandering too much later tonight made you painfully aware of your cage and ended up getting too riled up and you needed to take a few deep breaths to recenter yourself to the present, ‘just a few more hours’ you repeat to yourself.
Soon enough, finally it was the end of your shift. As you clock out, on cue you get a text message from James just saying ‘cum right on over’. You rush to his place, seeping with pre to the point where it starts soaking through your underpants to leave a small but still noticeable spot on your pants. Almost barging through his front door you see James on the coach in the living room sitting with his most confident and cocky expression on his face, “Oh… a little eager today aren’t we?”
Knowing a split second too late that you walked, no ran, directly into this trap you let out a weak and meek, “y-yea, it’s been rough without you unlocking it-” “unlocking What?” James cuts in. “The chastity cage” you respond, feeling the words being pulled from your lips as it was met with a glint from Jame’s eyes. “Yes, your Chastity Cage. Remind me, what does it look like again?” With that your hands, almost on their own, started moving down your sides to pull down your pants and underpants to show him your little prison.
“Oh boy, you’re leaking something fierce. tell me, how much would you want it taken off?” has he took that small silver key out of his pocket and started turning it around within his fingers. See the literal key to your relief so close within your grasp you let out a more than earnest answer, that you weren’t 100% willing to admit, “I would do anything to get this cage off of me” If you weren’t right in he wanted when you barge in, you were now with that answer.
“Well, you know nobody gets anything for nothing, you got to work for your freedom.” as James clasped the key with one of his hands as the other hand went down to unbutton his pants and in on swift motion, his semi-hard cock flopped over the top of his underpants’s waist band.
It might have been your heightened sex drive, your own humiliation or just the way that cock looks in the light but you lick your lips and you helplessly make your way to the sofa. Bending down at the knees, you start move in to kiss the tip of dick before you make your way up and down the sides before you open up and start suckling away with pent up vigor. That desperation must have been obvious to James, after his initial gasp of appreciation he starts to compliment you as he places his hand right on the top of your head for a compassionate tousle of the hair. “Fuck man, you must really want it with mouth actions like that. Don’t fret, you’re going to get what you want by the end of the night, just keep going” With that promise uttered it revs your enthusiasm and your cock begins to start throbbing within it’s confined space. You start pulling out all the fancy mouth tricks to get him to climax as fast as you can. Soon enough, soon after you feel James hand start pushing the back of your head deeper into him, trapping you in place as he empty his load to the back of your mouth, right down your throat.
Keeping you in place for just an extra half moment longer, you feel his hand start to lessen as you are given the permission to remove your head from his groin. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand you move your eyes upwards towards James to see James look satisfied, looking down on you. “Fuck, dude. That was the greatest Blowjob you ever gave me, bravo… bravo” That little bit of candid compliment caught you off guard as you blush and let out a small, “no problem..” James then responded with a “no, take that as a pride and true compliment, you knocked the wind right out of my sails. In fact, you knocked me right off my feet so much that I’m going to need a moment to recover. That’s not too much to ask of you is it?” James says with masked sincerity as he flashed your silver key in the light of the living room. “n-no…no, i can wait a bit more” you quietly squeak out before you see the key disappear deep within Jame’s pants pocket. With nothing better to do you hang out at James place, as he feigns exhaustion as he asks you to sit on the coach with him to watch some evening T.V. You dare not make a comment of the situation, least coming across as more pathetic, or worse, having James call off his promise all together.
Show after Show airs and is watched as the evening become night, then late into the night. The clock soon struck 11:30pm when finally, James got up and said, “alright dude, you’ve waited enough. Time to make good on my promise and get you out of that cage.” as he fished in his pocket for that beloved little key as he beckons you to his room. With a wave of relief you bounce up form the sofa and eagerly follow him to the bedroom. James shoves you on the bed and slowly begins to fondle your cage self as toys with you, by pushing the key in and turning it ever so slowly.
Soon enough you hear the *click* of the cage as you feel the weight of the cage fall off of you. Your cock begins to stretch and expand for the first time in over a week. If that wasn’t pleasure enough you felt the hands of Jams begin to run their way up and down your shaft, greeted with an uncontrolled moan from you. It didn’t take long for him to get a nice rhythm going and not that far from that before you let loose everything you’ve been locked up. As loads and loads erupted from you shooting out over your stomach and overflowing from your cock. It was by far one of the best orgasms of your life and at that moment you knew that those porn actors weren’t faking it in the slightest.
With a series of deep deep breaths you take this time to cherish this moment of bliss and to compose yourself with the quickly cooling cum that covered you. As you were able to doze of to sleep right there and then you hear a familiar *click* as the weight of the chastity cage returns to your groin as you see James comes close to delivering a kiss on your forehead and a “good night, sweet dream”.
One of the biggest things that people ask my about is my “fascination” with life long, inescapable slavery. There’s a fine line between reality and fantasy, and sometimes, taking things literally can be a mistake as well. I’m ultimately seeking a master who can abide by the “spirit” of what I’m seeking, as well as a master who’s one needs might be fulfilled by fulfilling some of the needs I have. It’s tough to understand why i would want, or even consider a situation where I was locked into a cage for the rest of my life, or similar situations. It’s a good question, and I wanted to take time to (try) to explain this. I look forward to reading the comments I get on the subject. There are several factors contributing to this desire, and it’s tough to pick what is the most important, so I’m listing there here in no particular order.
- Fulfilling The Fantasy. This one has a couple different angles. Primary on being that I’ve always wanted to know how it would “feel” to be chained away forever. The longest continuous stretch of bondage I’ve ever done was a two week stretch. It’s logical to try longer periods of time, but let’s use the example of a month’s commitment. Afterwards, I would understand how it felt to be locked up for a month. No matter what period of time I serve as slave, the only REAL way to know how that “feels” is to actually do it. Admittedly, on it’s surface, this one is a bit “silly” but there;s truth there as well.
- It’s about totally committing to serve my master. Inherent in any “temporary” commitment (day, week, month, year, ten years, etc) is an undeniable fact. At some point, I will be “set free” and will return to my current life. It will be essentially impossible for at least a part of me to avoid thoughts of that moment. What will I do to support myself? What arrangements do I need to make today to ensure my “return to society” is successful, etc.
- I’m a bit “selfish”. A bad summary I admit. I’m not actually selfish, but what I’m trying to say here is that I’m making a huge commitment to my potential future master by agreeing to give up my current life and life in his service. During this time, I am willing and able to contribute whatever is required, whether that be financially, sexually, or simply “earning my keep”. In doing this, I’m (willingly) putting myself, my resources, and my future “on the table”, and offing those to the one I will be serving. Those things come at a price, however, and although I’m more than willing to negotiate that price, my starting point is that a master would ensure that I would serve him for the rest of my life.
- It’s all about giving up control. One thing I know for certain, no matter what arrangement I make with a potential master. There are going to be times and situations in which I will be required to participate in activities which I might not necessarily enjoy, or situations where I am pushed a bit beyond my current comfort zone. The way I see it, any thing short of total, lifetime commitment puts at least some of that “control” back in my hands. At that point, it becomes a “slippery slope”. If I am allowed to determine how long I will serve, it’s not that big a leap to expect that I could determine other things. Ultimately, these types of things would undermine the entire “point” of the arrangement in the first place.
Finally, it is important to point out that when the right master comes along, he and I will of course take the time to figure out how to ensure that all party’s needs are met. Some of the things I lay out on this blog are not always meant in a literal sense, and the understanding of making things “safe, sane, and consensual” should always be most important. I have no intention of entering an unsafe situation which would place either myself or a potential master in harms way. I hope I’ve made things clear, but am always willing to answer any questions you might have. i look forward to hearing from those reading this, and it’s only through discussion that we can truly understand each other.