The thought of being owned turns me on so much and i don't understand it. I grew curious and browsed websites relating to master/slave lifestyles. I found a couple websites where masters were seeking personal slaves. I thought to myself, "Wow, the thrill of having an erotic fantasy lifestyle in a safe environment would be the most interesting experience." So I emailed the website and asked them a few questions. Questions like.. " I'd be free to leave whenever I wanted to if it came down to it, no matter what, right?" I got a response a couple of days later. It was a lighthearted reply which ensured me that it was a totally legitamite affair and I would be cared for in a loving, caring environment. It sounded great to me. Not only was I going to be owned, but they will most definitly feed me. I wonder what kind of cuisine they whip up every sunday..

A few days later I recieved another email regarding the address, and all the specifics. They told me the first day I go there I'll meet my "master" who lives above a couple of happy slaves. I'll be able to meet the crew and have a "training" session. It also said I'd be able to leave at any time if I wanted to.

I hopped in the car and set out on an hour journey to the address stated in the email. When i arrived I walked anxiously up to door. It was a very nice, large, well designed house. I was greeted by the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. She was so fit.. oh god, the muscle toneage. She looked like a twenty year old personal trainer. Gorgeous brown locks, eyes to die for. "Come in, handsome.", she said, in such a seductive voice. "First things first, off with the clothes". I took off my clothes faster then you can take off your pants. She was like "Okay cutey, this is the first day so we won't get into anything too intense. We don't want to scare you off." I thought to myself.. this girl is a stallion. "Do whatever you want with me, mistress, I'm at your disposal." I said, in an optimistic voice. "Alright hun, take this collar and put it on. I'm about to show you the lounge, where most of the relaxation is had."

We went down the first flight of steps. It turned out to be a pretty dull room, aside from all the chains, It was a little creepy. "Woah, woah woah.. your not about to chain me up baby, not in huge chain shackles." I asserted. "Calm down boy, whats wrong? Aren't you into this kinda thing?", she reassured. "Well, being a sexy bitches sexual slave is one thing, but being chained up to the wall is a little too intense. I'm not trying to actually be someone slave, I'm just aroused by bdsm and foot worship and face sitting and stuff. That was when I heard the big old door shut, sounding like a dungeon was just closed and locked. Down came a ripped dude with no shirt on, practically an eight pack of abs, muscular arms, and tight shorts. The type of tight shorts that a mixed martial artist would have on. He had nothing else on. No shoes. They started communicating to each other in another language. I couldn't tell what they were speaking. I ran for the door but got tripped by the guy. He was like 24 years old at least, and way more stronger then I was. He jumped on top of me and got me in a headlock. I was freaking out by then, using every bit of the energy I had left to desperately try to get out of his maneuver. I couldn't breathe. I was gasping and was getting nothing, and eventually i woke up, feeling like i had just came back from a long nap. My hands were chained to the wall, and my feet were chained to hard, metal ground. It was completely dark and I couldn't see anything. I was all alone in this silent chamber, helplessly, nakedly chained in place. I fell asleep, freezing against the ceramic wall.

I was awoken some time later. I couldn't tell what time it was because my clothes were taken. I had all my belongings in there. The muscular stud unshackled me as I screamed at him. "There is no way your going to actually keep me like this. I want out of this shit." He punched me right in the face as i flew up against the solid wall. I was bleeding from the eye as I lifted my hands up to fight my way out of this horrible situation. I swung some carefully aimed fists at his head, but he was so skilled and athletic that he dodged each shot. He hit me with a mean hook and as my vision got blurry and my legs got wobbly, he got me in a full nelson. He slipped out of his tight shorts and exposed his ten inch hard dick. I was shrieking for mercy. I couldn't escape from this mans hold if it were to save my life. Literally. And that was when he shoved his huge cock up my anus and it ripped through the hole. I could feel it hitting my small intestine it was so big. It sent chills down my spine each time he thrusted. I was trying to regain my composure so I could possibly still fight my way out of there, but I was getting a huge boner rammed through my colon. I felt utterly humiliated and dominated to an extreme that scared me. "What if I can't get out of this mess?" I thought to myself. Out of sheer desperation I threw an elbow that smacked into the freak, and I struggled for my balance. I ran for the dungeon door. It was locked, and I had no where to go. "That's it you owned little bitch!" the muscular beast shouted. I started crying and I got on my knees as he approached with a balled up fist. "Please don't actually enslave me sirrrrr!!!" I cried, humiliated as possible. I had lost all dignity at that point. "Please don't hit me anymore I can't take it! But... oh god.. please just let me go I promise I'll never speak of what happened here!" He threw me on the ground and i threw my legs up in defense of him as he ran at me. He shoved my leg out of the way and blasted me with a nasty hook to the temple. I lost connection and he handcuffed my hands and legs to the floor as I tried to stay conscious. He proceeded with the ass rape until he unleashed a giant eruption inside of my body. I could feel the cum shoot out of his raging penis into my stomach. My barriers were broken. Just as i was about to reach and unintentional orgasm from being ruthlessly fucked in the butt, he pulled out a burdizzo and clamped it onto my nut sack, instantly taking my manhood. I bled all over the place and screamed in pain for hours, chained to my room, crying until I passed out. I was raped for everything by a male specimen a hundred times better then myself.

I awoke the next day, chained up of course, in a puddle of dried blood. My testicles were gone. I felt like a whole new person. No longer had I a sexual fantasy for anything, I was just shaken up. I felt permanently humiliated and constantly thought about my enslavement and castration. I should of never actually went so carelessly into someones house, even if it was a beautiful girl. God dammit I can't believe I let my sexual fantasies get to me so much that I actually ended up in a dungeon that I was locked into. All i could think about was regaining my life somehow. What it even possible? Would I ever get a chance to run for the hills? Even if I did, I was now a eunuch... it constantly depressed me. It is unexplainable how much less of a man i felt. I felt even less then a female because females had their whole lives to adapt to being testicle-less.

The woman that had led me down to this dungeon had greeted me a while later. I no longer felt an attraction for her. She forced me to eat her pussy for over an hour and it was strenuous, nasty stuff. It was more horrifying then being raped by a man while I had balls. At least there was some sexual desire then. God, I wish I would of just allowed myself to orgasm when I was being raped by that man. I never got a final orgasm before I was de-nutted and owned. Vagina was the only thing I was allowed to eat, besides raging dick. Being owned by not only a man, who I basically had no choice but to be enslaved by, but also a muscular toned woman who was stronger and more worthy then me was so humiliating. I was below both of them, but when it came to my master, the ripped stud that raped me and ruthlesslt castrated me, I was absolutely terrified of him. He showed up all the time and put me through horrible sessions of ass rape which made me want to kill myself. I wasn't even able to commit suicide.

I lived through five straight years of being chained in a room... owned and ass raped by both man and woman.

Afterward:

As the Mistress, I can tell you:

After five years we got tired of him and hooked him up to a machine. It was secluded in a dungeon under the dungeon he was previously enslaved in. Over ten people were hooked up to these devices which forced them to stay in one fixed position for life. Tubes were inserted into their asses and mouths, and even vaginas for the females. Apparently the ass tube allowed victims to excrete shit and the mouth tube allowed the passage of air, food, and water. He was forced into one of these contraptions and lived for what felt like years until he died of a loss of will to live.