I start chatting with an online dom. He gains my confidence. I start sending pics. I think I’m careful but I make a mistake somewhere. The dom is good a sleuthing and finds out about me He sends me a chastity cage with no key to my house. I’m shocked that he knows my address and that he sent me the cage. He threatens me and tells me to send him a pic of me wearing the cage or he will text my friends our convo. So I promptly put the cage on and send him a pic So about a month goes by with me wearing the cage. I’m wound up. I reach out to the dom, but he’s been mostly mia. Did he forget about me?

But then I get a message with instructions. I’m to tell friends and family that I found a job on the east coast. And I am to quit my job. If I don’t, he will force it by emailing my job some of my pictures and getting them to fire me. Forcing me to have to follow through I quit my job and tell everyone I’m leaving. Then I start selling everything I own and emptying my bank account. At that moment all I have on me are the shirt shorts and shoes I’m wearing (no underwear or socks. The dom wants me wearing almost nothing and owning almost nothing), the cage on my cock, a phone I’ve been using to stay in touch with the dom, and an envelope full of cash.

I’m instructed to take the cheapest mode of transportation to his place on the east coast

Once out there I walk up to the doms home way away from any nearby neighbors. He is standing at the door. He asks how much is in the envelope and when I tell him, he says that’s the cost of the slave contract he has in his hands. But that the contract has a time requirement of 5 minutes to sign once purchased.

So I hand over all of the cash I own to buy this contract. 5 minutes isn’t long enough to read it all, so I start signing without reading and hand it back

He places it in a lock box by his front door and instructs me to follow him to the backyard. There’s a fire pit going. He orders me to throw in my phone and IDs. Then shoes. Then shirt. And last my shorts.

I now own nothing. No clothes. No cash. Nothing.

He ties me down spread eagle and takes the cage off. He starts stroking me. Am I finally going to get an orgasm? He has me tell him in vivid detail of my last orgasm ever. He’s recording my story and he edges me several times. Then when I finish telling him that and a few other sexual stories, I feel ice applied to my cock. Very quickly he puts me in a full chastity belt. He laughs and says my tiny little dick doesn’t deserve a last orgasm. He just wanted to record my last orgasm story so that I’d never forget it. How I never knew my last one was my last one.

From then on, I am his owned fag. I am told I can leave anytime I want, but I’d do so naked and caged. He melts the chastity key and I’m stuck having to serve him. Getting whored out. Even tied to some stockade so that random guys can fuck me whenever