Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2016 21:22:11 +0000 (GMT)
From: niftslave@tuta.io
Subject: Dominated by a Remote Stranger

I have had serious domination fantasies on and off for a number of years and
as these grew and became more involved  I decided to see if I could turn the
fantasy to reality.  As a partnered man I did not want to be unfaithful so I
turned to the Internet to see if I could find someone to help me experience
what it is really like to be sexually dominated and taken advantage of.
This story is an account of what happened when my fantasy finally did become
reality.  Masters or slaves interested in similar experiences can get in
touch.  I can put you in touch with my master.
I was alone for a weekend and my new online master had prepared a schedule
for me to follow, it would give me instructions to obey from Friday through
the whole weekend. It was a set of instructions, one command on each page
that I had to progress through.  I did not know what was coming next.
Before the weekend started I had been given some things to buy that included
a number of fetish items, things that I had never imagined buying let alone
actually using.  But this was what I had signed up to and now I was
committed.  I had promised myself, and my master that I was going to obey and
I knew that I was not going to let him down.  This is what I wanted, it is
what he demanded and what I now had to do.
The email with my schedule had arrived on the previous Monday.  It was
accompanied by a simple message "open on Friday morning".
And that was it, my fate was sealed.
I would be following the commands in this file to the letter, no excuses, no
hesitation.  On Friday morning I would open up the file and I would be a
slave.  A slave with no choice but to obey.
I had wanted this for so long.  To experience how it feels to be sexually
humiliated with no interruptions, no excuses, just instructions to obey.  I
was to be dominated by a gay master, known to me as Sir.
What Sir wanted, I would have to do.
Friday morning arrived and I opened up the file.
"Put on your chastity device"
Sir had asked me to buy a chastity device that would lock my cock in place
rendering it out of my reach, so it was no surprise that he would ask me to
wear it. However it was 7am on Friday morning when I read the command and I
was about to head out to work.   He wanted me locked up all day.
I did as I was asked.  There was never any doubt that I would.
As I fixed the chastity device in place and secured the padlock I felt a rush
of excitement like nothing else.  This was symbolic of my devotion.  I knew
that I was hopelessly in his command.  This was everything I had fantasised
about.  My cock was his now and I could not get at it even if I wanted to.
Stepping out of the house was exhilarating.  I felt like I was in the palm of
Sir's hand and I wanted the punishment to begin.  I felt like a slave. I
should have been planning a night out with friends, or perhaps taking the
chance to put my X Box through its paces but no, my master had set my plans
for me and I was going to follow them.
I was told to read the next page of the schedule at the end of the working
day which intrigued me.  Was he going to ask me to do something on the way
back, or was it preparation for arriving home into the empty house?
The day passed slowly but eventually it was time to leave work.  Wearing the
chastity cage all day was a wonderful experience.  The way it gripped my
genitals constantly reminded me of Sir and the way it took ownership of my
cock away from me put me into the perfect frame of mind for submission. It is
not comfortable to wear but then it should not have to be.  The device is not
there to make me feel comfortable it is there to do the opposite.
I was ready to read the next page from Sir, and I already knew I would carry
out whatever he asked of me.
He knew I was passing by the shops on the way home so I speculated as to
whether it would ask me to buy something else, or was it to relieve me from
my chastity?
I opened up my schedule and turned to the next page.
"strip at the door"
So when I got home, I was to take clothes off.  I could already picture
myself standing by the front door with a pile of clothes by my side.  Naked
save for my chastity device.  I knew I would feel self conscious, embarrassed
even.
Sir had a further joke at my expense.
" I hope you remembered to close the curtains"
Of course I had not.
I wondered if this was the last time I would be wearing clothes this weekend?
 Was Sir to keep me captive here all weekend?  Is this why he had me buy a
few supplies?  He had instructed me to buy a few tins of food, some corned
beef and spam.
I stopped by the supermarket to pick up my supplies.  This included dog
bowls, dog collar, jelly and some tins.  Oh and a pack of adult nappies.  I
would never normally have the courage to buy adult nappies but I knew I had
to do it, fortunately the supermarket had a self scan till - I had done my
research.  Scanned and bagged in record time.
And at last I was home.
As instructed, I removed my clothes at the door. Things moved quickly once I
was home, the orders kept coming and Sir gave me very little respite.  I
moved from one task to the next, without a moment to stop and think about
what I was doing.  This was probably for the best.  Had I understood the
depravity of what I was doing I could have bottled out.
First instruction, put on my collar.  I fastened it round my neck and
instantly identified with being a collared slave. I was then asked to make a
jelly, I had wondered why Sir had asked me to buy this.  And I was told to
put it in the freezer.  This did puzzle me, was I to eat frozen jelly?
Next I was to write "Slave Boy" on my chest and "Fuck Hole" across my back
using a thick marker pen.   I was collared and marked.
Next, I was to take a dog bowls, fill one with water and the other with
corned beef. As instructed, I dropped to all fours and drank the water.  It
is not easy to drink like that, I had to get my face right down into the
water, but Sir had told me to get a big bowl.  The corned beef looked
disgusting.  At this point I did not know what Sir's intentions were, but I
was hoping he was not going to ask me to eat it.
Sir then asked me to fuck a dildo for 20 minutes.  When I read that I thought
there was no way I would be able to achieve the request, was I going to fail
as a slave so early?  My butt hole had never taken anything so big for so
long, this would be a first.  But I had to try, so I used the suction base to
fix the rubber cock to the wall and covered it with lube.  I knew I had to
take the whole length of the dildo, and this was an 8" thick beast.  Much
bigger than my own cock.  I started slowly backing onto the dildo. By the
time I had gone all the way in 10 mins had already past.  At this point I
knew I could do it.  I gently worked the dildo in and out of my butt hole
over the next 10 minutes.  It was not exactly comfortable.  I had never felt
like such a slut.  Such a bitch.  I had violated myself for Sir and I knew he
was loving this.
Next, I was to insert my butt plug.  Sir was right, my butt was now very
loose after the dildo fucking.  Normally it takes some effort to get the plug
up there, and some discomfort, but this time my hole swallowed it up without
a second thought.  What a slut I had become.   This was followed by my first
experience of wearing a nappy.  I was surprised how big and thick the thing
was, well it was supposed to be for over-night use.
And then I found out what the jelly was for.  Sir asked me to insert the
chastity key into the jelly and return it to the freezer.   How long was the
key to stay in there?  Only Sir knew.  What I did know was that once frozen I
was not going to be able to get it out in a hurry.
Sir then instructed me to watch some humiliation porn and relax with two cans
of lager.  I dutifully did as I was told, of course very concious of the
nappy.  I knew Sir would make me hold out for the toilet, he wanted me to
squirm!   I searched for "humiliation" and clicked through all kinds of
videos.  There were men tied up in public, guys dressed up as sissys wearing
frilly underwear, perhaps the most bizarre was a man in lycra fucking an
inflatable sheep.   Was this something I would one day be doing?
After the cans were drunk, it was dinner time.  I was genuinely very hungry
at this point, it was 9pm.  I knelt down in front of the bowl and took a big
bite.  And yes, corned beef was as disgusting as it looked.  The smell, the
texture, the taste.  There was nothing nice about it.  With so many tasks one
after the other and now this I was starting to feel broken.  I guess this is
what it feels like for a slave.  I took some time to chew through the corned
beef, it was not easy to do, it took an hour.
Finally the last task of the day.
Sir asked me to tie my legs to the bed posts and handcuff one hand.  I was to
stay there until 10:30 am the next morning, which seemed like quite a late
start, I normally wake about 8 at the weekends.   I was actually quite
desperate for the toilet now and knew I had a very very long night ahead.
And I also knew there would be no let up.  I had another long day ahead and I
felt like crying.  This is what I had wanted.  To feel like a real sex slave.
I did not hold out long.  I ended up wetting myself about 20 mins into the
night, I was busting to go and there was no way I would last through the
night, I knew I had to do it.   I used my free hand to feel for dampness but
the nappy seemed to hold.  It felt wet enough inside the nappy though.  It
was warm, bulging and very heavy.  I really did not like this.  What if it
leaked in the night, or would I go again in the night?  I lay very still not
daring to move.
It was a long night all round.  I could actually smell the pee and really did
not want to know what was going on inside that nappy.  It was completely
disgusting.  I must have laid like that into the small hours of the night,
but eventually I guess I dropped off. It was a long night and not
comfortable.
I woke much earlier than Sir had requested, it was light outside and I knew
straight away I would not go back to sleep, there were a few moments as awoke
where I forgot my predicament but I soon realised.  I checked the nappy, it
had held and it smelt, it was very bulky between my legs and had expanded to
get very large.
I had three hours to wait until I was allowed to move.  Three long hours.  I
hoped the next instruction from Sir would allow me to clean myself up.  It
was a long long wait, I tried to doze but my mind was racing.  Eventually it
was time to rise and see what was next for me.
Any chance of relief was dashed when Sir asked me to put a second nappy over
the first.  Really? I had been stuck in the first all night and it was huge,
soaked through.  My heart sank. I was beginning to realise that being a slave
was much tougher than it looked in the pornos.
Sir sent me a video link, I had to watch the video and copy it, it was a man
doing exercises in a nappy.  The weight of the nappies made any kind of
movement difficult, they are big bulky things and the first had a whole night
of urine locked up in it.  I did my exercises, which left me feeling quite
out of breath.  It was awkward and clumsy.
After exercising, I was to drink from my dog bowl and have a brunch of cold
macaroni.  I was very hungry at this point but the meal was so foul I could
barely stomach a few mouthfuls.   I could only hope Sir would allow me to
make a proper lunch.
The next page of my schedule asked me to insert my ball gag and padlock
myself into my Lycra "Morphsuit".  Closing the lock was nerve racking, I shut
myself into our bedroom closet, tied my feet and handcuffed myself.  The
order was to wait here for an hour, but there was a twist, Sir had forbidden
me to bring in a clock.  The total enclosure of the suit was claustrophobic
enough but being locked in it was horrible.  There was no way to take it off
and it wrapped my whole body. There was nothing I could do to get away from
it, it covered my hands, feet, face.  All of me.
Sitting in the dark gave me plenty of time to reflect on what I was doing.
Time seemed to go very slowly but I waited as long as I could bare, it was
easily an hour  so I was happy that I had obeyed.
But it was far from an hour.  What seemed like an eternity was actually only
35 minutes, I guess time goes slow when you are not having fun.  My jaw was
aching from the ball gag, no one tells you how uncomfortable they after the
first few minutes pass.  This miscalculation of time had consequences, on the
next slide Sir had instructed me to keep the Morphsuit on if I failed to meet
the hour target.  It looked like I was stuck in the nappies, and Sir asked me
to take yet another drink.  This was becoming unbearable.  But I had to go
on.
And then came another bombshell, Sir asked me to take the dog bowls, dog food
and handcuffs out to my garage, still dressed as I was.  For the first time I
doubted if I could complete my challenge.   I had to do it, I was feeling
very emotional and drained.
So, I grabbed the stuff, and went quickly as I could.  I filled the bowl with
dog food, and went to head back.  Sir had not given permission to remove the
Lycra so I ran back to the house still wearing it.  I say ran, it was more of
a waddle, the nappies were very full.
Sir instructed me to pee again, I did as I was told.
And then finally, Sir gave me permission to remove the nappies.  They were
solid with pee. The next page of the schedule had me fucking my butt again
with the dildo.  Another 20 mins.  This was no easier than the first session,
in fact it seemed longer than the first time.  Perhaps because it slipped in
much quicker this time, my butt hole was clearly loosening up, and so I was
down to fucking it straight away, or rather it was fucking me.  Or actually,
Sir was fucking me.  20 minutes is a very long time to push an 8" dildo in
and out of your hole.
I had mentioned to Sir that I had some odd jobs to do, and Sir had kindly
built in some time into the schedule.  What I did not expect was that he
wanted me to wear only my wife's clothes.  Oh, and he wanted me to go out
into the garden!  He did not specify what, so I picked some panties and
squeezed into one of her tops, and some trousers.
At five o'clock I was told to head out to the garage again holding the dildo.
 I knew some dog related role play was due.
So I turned to the next page in my schedule, there were three instructions.
 One, I was to strip. The next part would carry me through to Sunday morning.
  I did not expect this, nor was it enjoyable in any way shape or form.  Sir
wanted me to be a dog, the dildo was my doggy toy, I was to roll on the
floor, get dirty, I was an animal.  I was also to sleep in the garage over
night, and if I had to pee, I was to go in my water bowl.  I was instructed
to leave both bowls empty at the end.  This meant Sir wanted me to eat dog
food and if I pissed I would have to drink it.
I got on with some dog like behaviour.  I rolled on the floor - not
comfortable, it is solid  and dirty.  I dropped to the floor and drank water.
 As time went on I got hungrier and needed to pee. I was faced with a
dilemma, was I really Sirs bitch or had all this submission leading up to
this point been for nothing?  I had to make my choice else I might as well
give up.  So at this point I positioned myself in front of the dog food,
knelt down, and took a piece into my mouth.   It was foul.  It made me
wretch.  I forced some down and realised this was going to take a long time,
but then, I had a lot of time and slowly, little by little, I began to clean
my bowl.
I slept very little, I felt exposed, it was not too cold fortunately but
being naked in a garage still left me feeling vulnerable. Sir said I could
leave at 3am in the morning, which I did.  I grabbed my stuff and I crept
back into the house, I did not even have any of my clothes with me so I
streaked across the path.
The hardest thing with waking up on Sunday morning was knowing that I had got
a whole day of this ahead, it still was not over.  Being a slave is hard.
 Really hard.
Sir asked me to remove the jelly from the freezer, he also asked me to add
the other keys into the box and hide it in the garden.  But there was nothing
else on the page regarding the keys and I did as I was told.
There was one further instruction, I had to wear 5 different outfits
belonging to my wife.  And I had to ensure I was in a slutty pose.  Sir knew
I was not a comfortable cross dresser, the humiliations kept coming and
coming.  It felt I was on the home straight, I had already been through a lot
and there was no way I was going to let Sir down at this stage.  I had
already done worse.  I put on the different outfits, I wanted to please Sir
so I made sure I had matching underwear, tights on my legs, heels, skirts,
dresses.  I did it all.  Not only are women's clothes uncomfortable but I did
not fell comfortable doing it.  I kept thinking what my friends would think
of me if they knew I had done this.  I felt like such a little bitch. Sir's
bitch.
I thought the cross dressing was over but the next command had me right back
into panties and a bra, oh and the butt plug was back in place.  And then,
another nappy... over the panties?  I hope I was not expected to get piss on
them, the panties were borrowed and I did not want to soil them?  Sir made it
clear I was not allowed to use a toilet, if I needed to, it was to be in the
nappy.
Sir asked me to put on some high waisted tights, my wife has these "control"
tights that are supposed to pull in your stomach, give you a feminine waist
line.  They also stretched right up to my ribs.  And, as I was about to
discover, they were very very tight.  It took some working to get myself into
them and pull them up.  They gripped my body like nothing I had ever
experienced, and once on they ensured I could not get to the nappy.  I hoped
I did not get an itch.  To finish off Sir asked me to put on a one piece
swimsuit.  This meant that there was no way I could get to my cock without
stripping right off.  It was a strange feeling but I was well and truly
restricted from my genitals.  The tights, nappy and swimsuit all gripped my
body making it very constrictive.
I was relieved when the next page had me take a drink of water, and gave the
opportunity to eat.  I needed it.  Sir asked me to eat a tin of beans from
the dog bowl.  I was starving and it is amazing what you are willing to eat
when you are hungry...  as I found out the previous evening.  I ate the cold
beans getting my face covered in sauce in the process.  A thoroughly
miserable meal.
And then I turned the page, and saw that Sir wanted me to go out.  In public.
 In a bra, panties and... the nappy.  Of course I had my normal day clothes
on top, but still... So I stepped outside, and walked down the road to the
shops. Sir told me to go to the pub, so I ended up at the local, it is
normally quiet in the day, but not empty.  I ordered a pint of lager.  I have
never been so self concious in my life.  I was very aware of that I probably
smelt strongly of pee.  This was too much.  I felt so pathetic, so stupid.
 But there was nothing I could do.
By now I was really quite in need of a pee, but I held out.  I finished the
pint as quick as I could, but it was a struggle with my bladder really
protesting. There was no way I could pee in public.  And due to my get up I
could not use a toilet even if I wanted to.   That said, Sir asked me to take
a photo of what I was wearing in the public toilets.
I had never experienced an adrenaline rush like this. It reminded me of why I
wanted to be a slave. There is no rush like it.
Sir's public humiliation continued.  I was to go to a shop, buy lube, a
cucumber and the "smallest" condoms.  I did as I was told, although perhaps
cheated a little.  My local supermarket has self scan tills, so it is
possible to buy stuff without talking to anyone.
At this point I was practically waddling, my bladder was bursting and walking
was difficult.  I had to stop and relax enough to end the pain.  So there I
was, pissing myself in public, cars up and down the high street, people
coming and going.  I literally could not have timed it worse but I had no
choice.  And once it started, it flowed, and flowed, and flowed.  I could
feel the warmth of the pee spreading.    Desperately hoping that the nappy
held.  It did.
My final public humiliation was to take a photo of my foot in a public place.
 Remember that my foot was actually encased in lady's tights so this was not
as easy as it sounds.  I slipped off my shoe at a quiet spot and took some
photos.  Cars were going passed so I really hoped they could not tell I was
wearing lady's tights.
I got home, I was told to remove my clothes, but keep on the bra and
panties. I was to read my next instruction at 2pm.  I was expecting the next
page to have me strip, I needed that nappy off, I was not sure it could hold
another piss.
But no, Sir had me back into my wife's clothes again, he knew how to get to
me. This time he asked for stockings and suspenders, he wanted me looking and
feeling really slutty. Oh and the Morphsuit on top.  Locked.  The key to the
padlock was in the garden, I was only too aware of this and of course I was
now wondering how I was going to get it, I was covered head to toe in Lycra,
and wearing high heel shoes.  Sir kindly gave me the freedom to do what I
wanted around the house.  I found wearing suspenders very uncomfortable, not
only physically but also from an emotional point of view.  There is something
very degrading about wearing such a feminine item, I felt like such a bitch.

It soon became apparent that doing anything dressed in Lycra, heels, not
forgetting the bulging nappy, was not easy.  You can see through the
Morphsuit but not easily, and the Lycra gloves make doing anything hard. I
could barely use the touch screen on my phone.
The rest of the day was to be spent watching humiliation pornos.  It was
interesting watching them again, this time I could relate to the men in the
videos.  The guys in nappies, the cross dressers, the dog boys.
I was now one of them, and I could never undo that.
At 9 o'clock on Sunday evening I released myself, I could not take any more.
 I was now filled with shame,   asking myself why I did this. It is odd what
guys do when sexually motivated, but I am glad I did it.  I had to know what
it felt like to be a real sex slave, to feel really abused, to feel at the
mercy of another.  And now I knew.
I always know that this desire to submit will return one day and I will be
begging Sir to take me back under his control once again.