Fetish + BDSM Fiction

last time Eric went to a sex interview for a slave training school, at the end of the interview he had 10 days to think about it 10 days having a chastity cage round him cock and balls... Eric did not have any problem dealing with the idea of joining in, he was convinced by everything he saw and heard back at the school. he even wished the 10 days would be less. The more he tough of the school the hornier he got, but it was impossible to even touch his cock, but he planed not to do so and he had the will we wanted to be the perfect slave the slave that will be sold at the highest bidding, he had to wait 10 days before he can go and sleep in the cages with the tail up his ass... During these 10 days Eric finished all his civil duties we resigned for his job, told the landowner he would be away for the next 15 months and prepared himself to the excitement and the joy to being a dog slave. The first day On the tenth day Eric was so excited his cock was hard all day long, his bo...

Like every morning i wake up with a dirty boot-sock stuffed inside my worthless slave-opening, held in place with one of my Master’s old, worn-out sneakers. They mostly serve as my night-mask now, but my Master still wears them once in a while to freshen up the gagging odors inside, and to have me service them right there on his feet. That is always a ‘special occasion’, they are still one of his favorite pairs and he usually makes sure they get as dirty as possible, riding his bike in them when it rains or walking about the stables, covering them with a mixture of horse-shit and mud. I usually sleep in my corner, on a single-layer mat, chained to the floor. When the time-lock on my chain is released, i remove the sneaker mask and the boot-sock, returning the sneaker to its place on the sneaker shelf and dropping the sock into the bowl with my water, for later service ( the only water i am allowed to drink is the water used to soak and rinse out dirty socks, sweat-soaked insoles or...

We had talked a number of times on the net, and finally agreed for me to travel to his place out-of-state. I am a bottom and he was a switch, a very experienced bottom and skilled top. We decided to meet and I was going to spend my vacation time there being his “prisoner”. I love heavy bondage and cages, etc. I had a whole 2 weeks planned of it. I arrived and he picked me up from the bus station, with just my duffel bag over my shoulder. He asked how my trip went, and was I truly ready for what was to come. I announced quite emphatically, “YES!” “Then so be it, slave.” And he pulled out handcuffs, locked my wrists in them and tied them to the car seat frame, belted me in, and we were off. When we arrived, I was instructed to enter the home, and wait next to the door. I did as instructed, hands still cuffed together, while he went upstairs and I heard a lot of metal noises, like clinking together and scrapping against each other. I am then called up the stairs. “I will take the hand...