I was still on the lookout for a Mistress, a lady who would take charge of my training again. But it was proving difficult, the law of supply and demand was working against my desires and needs. I chatted with many people, submissives, dominants, and some ladies, and even obeyed some gentlemen, but I wasn’t ready to take the plunge yet. I’m straight, men have never turned me on, but it always seemed kinda hot to have to give in to one, knowing there were things that just wouldn’t happen.
I had a forced gay experience with a Mistress, where I was taken by a gentleman while tied up on a bed. But giving in is a whole different ball game, and my head and taste are still fighting against desire.
After that experience, I thought I wouldn’t be traumatized by doing it again, but it’s not that simple. Prejudices I didn’t know I had started popping up, and things I needed to accept kept swirling around in my head, slowing me down more than I thought. A gentleman with good manners came along, we talked, and he had his stuff together way more than I did.
He was patient and knew how to guide me, with games, orders, and tasks. Little by little, my head started to give in, and his first serious request came: something that would make me feel submissive and remind me that I belonged to someone. He ordered me to buy a metal cage for my dick and a large anal plug. Without hesitation, I was browsing the web, looking for models that he might like. He chose a pretty small cage, knowing full well that I would feel it and have to forget about my manhood.
The plug had to be an anal jewel, but with three balls, it was big and long. There was no doubt it would feel deep. I did my shopping with haste, feeling the shame of buying those things was part of feeling submissive, carrying the bag and feeling like I’d done my duty was incredible. The next morning, I showed my Master the pictures of what I’d bought, feeling happy that he’d like that I’d followed his orders. He praised my speed and ordered me to put them on right away. I went to the bathroom, holding the cage in my hand, thinking that once it was on, I would have given in, handed over my head and my masculinity.
I didn’t think too much about it, it wasn’t the time to think, if I did, it would only make things harder, and I had to obey, simply obey. I put some lube on my dick just like I was told, and with no small amount of trouble, I put my dick in the cage, cold, hard, heavy. It felt weird, but most of all, my head felt weird. I took out my phone, put on some lube, and recorded the first time I put the plug in. It was hard, cold, intense, and deep, it went in without any problems, making me let out a small moan. I got dressed and went back to work. The cage felt uncomfortable, I couldn’t adjust it, touch myself, my dick wasn’t mine anymore.
And when I sat down, please, that metal plug inside me. Everything reminded me that I had a Master. I sent him the proof of my tasks and kept working. I was uncomfortable, knowing that this was going to be my new life. He wrote to me and praised my proactivity in the video. I like obeying, I hate punishments, but I know they’re his right. The orders kept coming, and after a week, I was using the plug, the cage, and nipple clamps during my entire workday. I could have sex, but I wasn’t allowed to come. Damn cage, I hated it, I didn’t have any manhood left, to pee, I had to sit down, I hated that more than anything.
It took me a while to accept it, at first, I tried to hold it in so I wouldn’t have to go to the bathroom, but of course, in the end, I had to. It was the fight between my head and my desire, nothing more. My head started to give in, he noticed. He’d told me from the start, “You’re gonna beg to see me, you’re gonna ask me to session you.” And what I once thought was impossible, was now a reality. I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed this game to come to a session. I had to give meaning to this torture, my desire and horniness were at their peak. But asking him to session me meant that he would take what was his, what belonged to him.
I knew it wouldn’t happen any other way, and that turned him on even more. For me, it was terrible to have to ask, but that’s what I did, I asked to see him and session me. “Are you sure?” he asked, while he started sending me GIFs of men being sodomized by force, tied up, and taken. My throat felt tight as I saw them, but using me was his right. And the GIFs kept coming, a man tied up with his hands behind his back, a ring gag in his mouth, and being forced to satisfy his Master with his mouth. I couldn’t write, I couldn’t say anything, I was petrified, I knew it was going to happen that way, I knew that one way or another, he was going to get what he wanted.
Everything was new, everything was different, I decided to shut my head up and listen to my horniness. I wanted to give in, and I would, yes Sir, I answered, I’m sure. He set the date and the place, there was no going back now, all that was left was to give myself to my Master. The games continued, along with my daily routine. My dick was already used to the cage, my nipples were always swollen from the clamps I used every day, and he only let me take them off every now and then. I knew that those little devices made me more receptive, or more slutty, as he liked to call me. The intense plug in my ass reminded me that I had a Master.
