My alarm wakes me, my birthday wake up call, another year older and another year alone, another year without a master. I roll out of bed and get ready for the day, a day of nothing, as I get my breakfast I think to myself maybe I’ll enjoy a bit of bondage and play out a fantasy that will never come true. The thought of this makes me more happy and my cock twitches awake as I think about how I’d tie myself up and what I’d make myself do to get free.
My pleasant thoughts are suddenly stopped when I realise there’s no milk left
“Fuck!” great now I’ll have to go to the shop. Reluctantly get dressed, to spice things up though I grab a steel buttplug, toying with it a bit I slide it into my mouth and give it a good suck and roll my tongue around it before pushing it into my ass, releasing a small moan as it pops in and fills my ass, that should at least make the trip interesting I think as I pull up my trousers and leave the house.
10 minute into my 5 minute walk to the shop I finally enter the store, having to stop several times due to getting an erection from the buttplug constantly moving with every step, which has also caused a small damp patch to form in my underwear. Walking though the isles I pick up the milk and as I head to the till I pass a small selection of birthday cakes, fuck it I think to myself, it is my birthday, why not treat myself and I grab the smallest chocolate cake.
I exit the shop just in time as another erection begins to grow partly due to the buttplug and partly due to the humiliation and embarrassment of wearing it in public. After waiting for it to go down and the damp patch to grow even bigger I hurry home as fast as I could, which I quickly found to be a mistake, I barely made it to my door before a bit of pre cum squirted into my underwear, I leaned against the door for a second before quickly getting inside.
Getting inside I resist the urge to immediately jerk off and cum knowing that it would ruin my bondage plans, so I get the cake out and after rummaging in my kitchen draws for a few minutes I find a few old candles. Placing them in the cake I light them and after a few moments of thinking how ridiculous this is I close my eyes and picture my perfect fantasy and wish, to be owned by a handsome master, to be 100% his, I grind my hips on the chair pushing my buttplug deeper as I continue to imagine it, to be led around on a leash and made to walk on all fours like an animal, to be kept naked, to be tied up and gagged, to be left tied up and struggling or chained to his bed or in his basement or locked in a cage as he went about his daily life, to be tied up and fucked, to me made to kneel on the floor with my hands cuffed behind my back as I give him a long and deep blowjob while he watches tv or works on his computer or reads a book or watches porn, to be locked up in chastity and only able to cum from being fucked in the ass, to have a permanent steel collar locked around my neck which gives me electric shocks when I’ve done something wrong or my master needs me or wants me to wake up, to spend my nights sleeping tied up in his bed, on the floor chained to the bed, in a cage, chained up in the basement, tied up outside for the night, left tied up somewhere forgotten until the morning, to be stored away somewhere hidden and tied up when guest who wouldn’t understand are around, to have my speech restricted to only speaking when spoken to and only being allowed to respond positively and politely, with yes sir and it would be my pleasure sir and to only refer to myself as slave or even to be reduced to only making animal noises, to only be called slave or other names and insults with my birth name never being mentioned, to be mocked and insulted and laughed at and for my tears to be meet with joy, to eat nothing but scraps and drink nothing but water from a dog bowl like an animal while my master sits at the table eating a full meal, my only other food and drink being my masters cum, spit and piss and anything that my tongue touches when giving master a rim job or cleaning his asshole with my tongue or the dirt from my masters feet, socks and shoes, to be used as a footstool, to be made to go to the toilet in buckets, litter trays and outside or other humiliating places, to be taken outside on a leash and used in public, to help wash master everyday in his warm shower only for myself to be washed by the cold hose, to be whipped, electrocuted, kicked in the balls, slapped in the face, choked, placed in uncomfortable positions, starved and tortured as punishment or just to relieve stress after a bad day, to be marked, tattooed, branded, pieced and tagged to visibly show that I am owned property, to be shown off to others, to occasionally service friends or guests or even sometimes be whored out for money or entertainment, to be recorded for homemade porn and have it uploaded to the internet, with online ads advertising my services and porn videos, or to even serve your masters husband and clean them both out after they made love to each other while I’m locked up in chastity.
My cock fully erect and dripping with pre cum soaking my underwear and my hips rhythmically thrusting against my buttplug, I think to myself I wish to be fully owned as a slave by the master of my dreams as I blow out the candles. I open my eyes as my nose fills with the weirdly comforting smell of blow out candles, I suddenly hear a small whisper
“Your wish is granted.” suddenly the room starts spinning and my head goes dizzy and I blackout.
I awake to the feeling of cold air against my naked shaven body and the feeling of heavy steel around my ankles, wrist and neck and the sound of chains rattling, my chains. I look around to find myself in a dark basement with my hands held above me chained to the wall, I pull on them and scream into my ballgagged mouth, all it achieves is the sound of muffled moans and rattling chains echoing around the room and for a sudden crushing pain in my crotch as I look down to find a small steel chastity cage locked around my cock and also feel my steel buttplug still deep inside my ass. What the fuck is going on I think to myself, my heart pounding in fear and my head spinning in frightened confusion, not helped by my ever straining cock.
“Calm down, this was your wish wasn’t it.” I freeze hearing the same whispers again.
“Who’s there.” I try to mumble through my gag only causing drool to dribble from my mouth onto my bare chest.
“I'm the spirit of birthday wishes, I rarely grant wishes, they’re always the same old boring nonsense, after thousands of years it just gets boring, I only ever grant those that are original and interesting and yours was certainly interesting, I had great fun seeing all those fantasies and now they’re real. I hope you enjoy them.” that last put almost sounded mocking and playful. I tug on my chains and whimper into my gag hoping to communicate a mistake but the whispering voice just continued ignoring my struggling.
“Don’t worry about your old life, I’ve completely rewritten reality, the life you lived before never existed, you’ve always lived this life. You met your master in high school and practically became his slave overnight, by the time you ended high school you had failed all your classes due to spending all your free time tied up at his place rather than studying, with no future and being a complete disappointment your parents kicked you out and you moved in with your master and have been his full time slave ever since.” at this new memories flooded your mind as you remembered all the years of happily serving your master, even serving him and his husband on their honeymoon, memories of your old life still existed but they were fainter and not as real but still there as if to mock me of the freedom that I used to have but wished away, as if to add further humiliation to my life of servitude, slavery and degradation.
“One more thing before I leave you to enjoy your new life, if you ever wish to undo your wish and return to your old life all you need to do is blow out some candles on your own birthday cake and wish to undo your wish but here’s the problem, slaves don’t get birthday cakes or birthday wishes or birthdays for that matter, the only birthday that matters for you is your masters. Enjoy your new life slave.” and with that the voice was gone and I’m left alone chained up in the quiet, cold, dark and empty basement, I weakly tugged on my chains once again only to give up and resign myself to my fate and wait patiently for my master, a small puddle of drool and pre cum forming between my legs.