Fetish + BDSM Fiction

Story by Eckie The ad said: "permanent job offered, easy work, but long work hours, good care and pay offered, must be able travel abroad extended times, ideally no ties to a home and a phone number was added." It did not say what it is, but sounded just right for me at this time. I had no job, debts have built up, I was about to lose my apartment, so I guess disappearing abroad would be the best to do to avoid further troubles, so I thought I’d call and see what it was about. When I called I was not told much but asked only if I was available to be travelling and be away for extended times, not just weeks or months but maybe a year or more abroad, and when I agreed they just gave me an address to show up for an interview and eventual contracting. The interview was scheduled the same day late afternoon and it was not so far from my place, about half an hour drive and I was there. It was in an industrial area and at this time most of the companies there were closed, so it was ...

ULVERSTON, CUMBRIA, UK. I sat naked on the floor of the cage. There were two metal rings padlocked around my scrotum. The broader one pushed my balls to the base of the sac by the short length of chain securing me to the floor. The other ring was near the base of my fully erect cock. It had two eyelets on either side to which were padlocked the metal cuffs around my wrists. Although I had another raging hard-on there was no way that I could relieve myself. Not that I wanted to. My head was encased in a black leather hood the zipped mouthpiece of which was securely closed so that I couldn’t utter a word. I looked across to the other side of the cage where my slave was secured and hooded in exactly the same way. He, too, had another raging hard-on. Both of our stomachs were covered with dried cum and candlewax. It would be some time before ‘He’ came back again to put us through another bondage and torture session and so I thought back to how I came to be there. * * * It was o...

PART V THE SLAVE TRAINING INSTITUTE My little rebellions occurred when I was in no condition to physically oppose my situation. They usually erupted during a prolonged course of being left in isolation. In my head, I would challenge my Two Masters' right to imprison me, while my body, in response, expressed my revolt by struggling against the restraints in which I had been left, whether they were leather, rubber, steel, rope, or some combination. During such rages, especially after I ejaculated (chastity devices are not always totally effective), I often felt as though I had convinced myself, finally, that I would end my relationship with them. Yet, over time, regardless of how strongly I expressed my temporary opposition, I learned that even if that state of mind lasted for several hours, eventually it was always overridden by my return to horniness. It was my acceptance of their control that was the key to being the real slave they wanted. As I struggled (literally) with th...