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He came up to me in a bar months ago and said, “When you accept that you’re a submissive, let me know.”  I gave him an odd look and went back to what I was doing. I’d see him every once in a while and he’s always ask how I was doing. I’d say fine and he’d say don’t forget to let me know and we’d laugh.

About six months later, he came up to me at the bar and asked if there was anything I wanted to tell him. I looked around and said, “I’m ready.” “I could tell,” he said. We went to his place and had a long talk. When the talk was over, he spanked me, caged me and fucked me. He bought me this leather outfit week ago. It feels great over my cage.

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This cage is not a punishment, boy, it’s a reward.

When you’re tied here, gagged and blindfolded, it’s not because I want to punish you, it’s because you have proven yourself worthy.

Don’t ever think otherwise.

If you were not worthy I wouldn’t be investing all this time and effort on you. This is the price we pay to get what we want, and what we want is your complete submission to me.

This cage and this gag are a reward and a journey, and they are not for everyone.

You want this, and if you didn’t you wouldn’t be here. I want this, and if I didn’t…. you wouldn’t be here.

We’re both together in this, working on your submission, working against the man in you that fights against the slave, that tries to keep the slave down and prevent it from coming out to take his space in the world.

This is not me against you, this is you and me against that man. This is me as a Master and you as a slave, fighting against you as a man. We’re fighting him.

And we’re winning.

Every time you come here, we manage to break you down a little more. We destroy another piece of your mind and your will and take off another layer, getting you closer and closer to the slave we know you can be.

To the slave you desperately want to be.

This is your journey and you are the one taking it. I’m just your guide and your companion, but every step you take towards enslavement, every step in the way to perfect, pure submission, you’re the one taking it.

This journey will happen all under your will until there’s no will left on you. This is all a choice you make freely, until you’re not free to make any choices, until there is no choices or freedom left in you.

Until there is no you left in you.

And I… I will guide you down this road, make you a slave, make you my slave, give you what we both want and take every step with you, showing you the way, because this is my reward.

You are my reward, you and your submission and your existence as my slave, as my man, as my trophy. I know it and I want it and I’m willing to put the work it takes.

Because you’re worth it.

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“Yes, Master”.

He doesn’t even know why he’s saying it. His mind doesn’t register the question, all it registers is an overwhelming presence that takes over his thoughts, his brain and his existence.

He doesn’t feel anything, he’s too deep in, too far gone to feel. The cloud in his mind gets thicker and thicker and he stops thinking and he doesn’t realize he’s stopped thinking. All he knows is the fog and a presence in the fog and that’s all he can think of.

He doesn’t notice he’s kneeling and flexing, his body listens and obeys and his mind doesn’t even know it. Obedience is not a choice, it’s just his existence. He listens and obeys, and that’s all.

He can’t see.

His eyes are open, but he’s not seeing, not hearing, he’s just a puppet that obeys blindly and automatically. His arms, his legs, all his body follows the commands of the voice in the fog, and his mind doesn’t even registers the orders.

Blank. Down. Controlled. Gone.

This is him now, a beautiful empty body with his mind erased by fog. A puppet, a slave, a mannequin. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, and he will spend the rest of his life not knowing it.

This is more than control, it’s a complete takeover and erasure of his mind, reduced to a mindless object for the pleasure of the man standing in front of him. He can’t have emotions or desires, he can’t want or need.

He’s gone.

He will suck and fuck, get sucked and fucked, serve and obey with the absolute perfection of a blank automaton, and there is nothing he can do about it, because he no longer exists, he just left as a hot body, an empty shell that will be programmed to do anything his owner wants.

And when that voice calls, when he receives his orders, when there is a new command to follow, and another one, and another one, there is just one thing he knows how to say.

“Yes, Master.”

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A beautiful face. Maybe one day the rest of his body will match