Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2012 16:50:50 +0100
From: James Edwards <bdboyuk18@gmail.com>
Subject: Complete Submission part 1

This is a partly fictionalised account of my recent blackmail experience. I
am due to commence a 12-month contract of slavery with a Master who will
use blackmail material to force me to submit. He has ordered I publish this
account on nifty.

We had been talking online for years and met for coffee once, but I had
never had the confidence to take things further. I knew he was a dominant
and was looking for a submissive to control, but that was about all I knew
about him. He was around 15 years older than me I guess, and shorter (which
I liked), and I think he lived in the next largest city to me. I had
definitely given him more information about me though. I had told him my
name and age, my job, living arrangements and interests. I am an open
person, and naturally submissive, so I didn't hold anything back when he
asked me questions. Looking back, I should probably have been more
careful. Let me explain why.

I spent a few evenings drinking with friends, then continuing to drink on
my own well into the night. Each time I found myself on my own I began
searching for this guy online, hoping to have some horny chat to get myself
off. He wasn't usually online when I looked, but I would send him messages
detailing how I needed to be controlled and owned by a dominant man, but by
the next day I had passed these ideas off as mere fantasy. On the third
evening following this pattern, he appeared on my chat screen, responding
to my latest series of messages. He made it clear that he was very
interested in taking me on as his slave and demanded some sensitive
information in order to stop me backing out. Being drunk and daring, I
agreed, and sent him the contact numbers of my father, my boss and another
co-worker, none of whom knew about my submissive desires.

He disappeared from chat for a while after I sent this info and I decided
he wasn't serious about exerting his control over me as he had suggested,
but soon he reappeared and demanded I send him a copy of my most recent
bank statement. I blushed as I did this as I am dreadful at budgeting and
am always going well beyond my overdraft facility; however I printed a copy
and provided him with the scan. Again he went quiet while I was left to
wonder what he had in mind. I took the opportunity to open another bottle
of wine, and quickly frank a glass to calm my fluttering nerves. After a
while, he returned and asked me to check my email. I did so and found an
email from him with an attachment which was entitled "contract of voluntary
slavery". I quickly read it through while he waited, and responded that I
would accept the terms included.

"How long will the contract run?" I asked, nervously.  "For 12 months" he
replied. I panicked, thinking I could never submit to such a long term of
slavery. I told him this and was shocked at his response: "You have no
choice now, boy. You have provided me, willingly, with all the information
I need to control you. If you try to back out now I will send one of the
pictures I already have of you to one of the people whose contact details
you gave me. Do you understand?"  I took a long drink and swallowed hard,
slowly realising the situation I had placed myself in.  "I am a bit scared"
I told him, honestly. But I also felt incredibly turned-on and excited to
finally be forced to submit. I knew I would never be able to make the
decision to submit fully on my own, that I needed someone to take control
rather than me handing it over. I acknowledged this to myself, even if I
could not do so to him.  "You will report to me when I demand in the next
few weeks to sign the contract and for me to take many more photos of
you. Until that time you are free to continue your life, but remember, you
are provisionally owned, and nothing will change what will happen next." I
read these words as I watched his chat icon go offline and found myself
jerking off furiously, considering my future as an owned slave.

I saw him online several times over the next few days and always contacted
him in the hope of getting more information about what he had planned for
me. Our conversations were short and informal, but I always felt his
dominance during each chat. I would ask him questions like "what do you
expect of me?" or "do I have any say in what will happen?" but he would
always respond with short answers: "that's for me to decide" or, more
simply, "no".  During one of these exchanges he posed a question which made
me feel very scared and nervous:

"I wonder if I would make much money by selling you on."

At first I thought he was joking, and simply replied "you wouldn't make
very much!" When he didn't reply I started to panic. "You wouldn't actually
consider selling me to another owner, would you?"

"Of course, if I decided to." He replied.

The concept of being sold or exchanged as property has always been
attractive to me, however I didn't think it was something people actually
did! The idea got me instantly hard, but also very worried. "Would I have a
say in that?" I asked, hoping that he would at least ask my opinion on such
a thing.

"No," was his reply, "you are my property and if I get bored of you or
think you can make me some money, I would sell you on without your input."

My head was spinning at this suggestion, and my conflicting emotions of
terror and arousal made me feel very vulnerable. I have always been a
strong submissive, never fully passive and always playing within my
limits. Now I discovered that nothing I said mattered, that I was truly
owned as a thing, rather than being a consenting submissive.  As always
seemed to happen, just at the point of my total submission, he went offline
and I was left to ponder our conversation. Of course, as I was so horny, it
didn't take long to relieve the tension with a swift and vaguely satisfying
hand-job while I ran through all the things he could require of me in my
mind. I didn't think it was a good idea to spend so much time considering
what might happen over the next 12 months, but I couldn't stop myself. The
fantasies and fetishes I have always desired came rushing to my mind, even
the ones I had never considered attempting in real life. Would I be
constantly monitored, constantly controlled, have my life micro-managed and
my finances restricted? Would I be expected to wear a collar or other
symbol of ownership? Would he demand a mark on my body such as a tattoo or
brand to signify his control? And would I be able to refuse these or any
other demands, knowing that he held such sensitive information and images
which I would not want released? I sighed, knowing I had put myself
willingly into this position and I needed to simply adjust and accept my
new life as his slave.

I began to crave his control, but knew we would not meet in person again
for perhaps many weeks as he was out of the country. This played on my mind
and made me feel like I was living in some sort of limbo -- not
completely owned, but not entirely free either. I begged him for more
information each time I saw him online, but he refused every request,
simply stating "once you have signed the contract you will find out". I
asked if I could sign the contract now and send him a copy, but he insisted
this had to be done in person. I could only hope this would be during a
private meeting and not in a public setting, as I had never been so
completely submissive to anyone before. I couldn't imagine the shame and
humiliation of other people knowing about my desires to be looked on as
nothing but property, and for others to witness me signing myself over for
another man to control might break my spirit in ways I could not truly
imagine. I hoped he would only ever require me to serve him in private or
perhaps remotely, so that no one else would find out about my perverted
desires. But of course, as he had clearly stated previously, I no longer
had a say in this or any other matter.

The idea of having decisions made for me was an intriguing one. I have
often considered this to be the ultimate in submission, however I also felt
it would not be practical in real life. What would happen, for example, in
the case of an emergency or when he was unreachable? I would have to be
able to make some decisions based on my situation at the time. I would need
to be able to keep in touch with my friends and family, and continue
working at my job. These were things I didn't think he would interfere
with, but I couldn't know for certain until after I had signed the
contract. What if he explained that every decision had to be made by him,
from what I wore to my diet, my contact with society, my internet usage, my
spending, my free time... how would I react? Would I be able to protest, or
would I more likely simply accept his orders? I would have to wait and see.

One of my favourite things to waste time is to surf the internet for porn
and can spend many happy hours edging myself over videos and images of hot,
horny men doing the things I wish I could do. When I explained this to him,
he responded "enjoy it while you can."

"You can't seriously stop me watching porn, can you?!" I typed,
disbelievingly.

He didn't respond, and I didn't want to push the matter, but I worried
about his statement. Was he going to exert some control over my internet
usage, or take away my ability to masturbate? Again, by not responding to
my question he caused me to analyse and debate his motives and wonder what
his choice would be on this and other areas of my life. I doubted anyone
would want to exert complete control over someone -- this would surely be
a massively time-consuming task for anyone, but I also knew the ways in
which he could stop me jerking off to porn and realised this would be an
easy task for him. I shuddered and hoped for the hundredth time that he was
playing a game and would release me rather than force me to sign his
contract.

The days crept past slowly. I knew he would be back in the country after
the 3rd of the month, but that date seemed to float further away with each
passing hour. I spent more time thinking and worrying about my decision
than I did sleeping, eating or working. Every moment was filled with my
thoughts of submission and objectification by this person and I flipped
from moments of elation to aggression with the ever-present sexual tension
maintaining a throbbing semi in my jeans. I would have to wait until he
decided to call for me before I could truly accept my situation, and until
then I imagined him telling me it was all just a joke, or that he had
already found another master to sell me to. My heart pounded each time I
thought of him and his control, and my dreams were full of images of his
domination and my submission. I could barely think straight and my work
suffered, but I tried to enjoy the brief period of freedom I had left.
Although I checked online for him regularly, I went about my daily life
with no one the wiser about my impending term of slavery, but deep inside
me I felt the weight of his control forcing into my mind and causing me to
submit completely.

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