I sit down at my computer bored and thoughts of my fantasies rush through my mind as I dream of being chained up helplessly in my master's basement and used by him whenever he wants. Needing to escape from my mundane and dull life I open up my laptop and go onto the adult social site, there I see a notification telling me that I have mail, curious I open it.

The message was from someone I'd not spoken to before, saying how they enjoyed my post about my fantasy of being enslaved, kept naked and chained up in a basement and would like to discuss it further. Smiling I immediately replay.

It's been a few months now and I open my laptop looking forward to my daily conversion with my new online friend, we've spent hours talking about my wildest fantasies and how it could actually be done in reality and what else should be added, like permanent chastity, a ring gag as that could be left in, is the safest for longer wear and still give access for oral for his cock or ass, regular whippings, irregular and limited meals making me starve for days at a time, not being washed, being used as a urinal, foot worship and boot cleaning, and how to punish me for misbehaving, like further whippings, beating, ball kicking, electric shocks, painful bondage, less meals and many more ideas were exchanged, each time slowly getting more and more extreme as we delved into our wildest ideas. It was all very exciting and I love being able ro escape into my fantasy.

Disappointment fills me as I log in to find no response, that's weird he is normally very punctual when it comes to messaging me, part of me wonders if he's alright. I sigh and close the laptop and now have to find something else to occupy my time, for fun I open up my laptop again and read through our previous messages about how he'd keep me captive imprisoned in his dirty basement where no one would find me, fuck me everyday, whip and beat me, torture me, starve me, force me to drink his piss, make me have to piss and shit in a bucket and many other cruel things.

I look up as I hear the doorbell, who could that be? I rarely get any visitors, not even those bible nutters bother to ring my bell. I curiously open the door to see a stranger on the otherside.

"Bondageloverxxx?" I look at him confused and shocked.

"How do you know my username?"

"It's me, dungeonmaster69." I hesitate for a moment, how does he know where I live? Part of me says that I should be asking that question but another part of me is excited to finally meet him in person. I open the door wider and let him in, as he walks inside and I close the door the more sensible side of my brain wins out.

"How did you know where I live?" Before I can turn to face him I feel a sharp sting in my neck and the world begins to spin and go black as my mind goes foggy and my thoughts feel slow and unclear.

I catch his limp body as he falls and lay him gently on the ground. This was easier than I thought it would be, I knew they were lonely, desperate for attention and submissive but I wasn't expecting to just be let in. I quickly remove his clothes, as we'd discussed he won't be wearing them from now on. Once naked I slide on a small chastity cage and close a heavy metal collar around his neck, neither would ever be coming off. Rolling him over I push a large metal buttplug inside his ass and then move his arms behind his back and lock them together with a pair of handcuffs around his wrists before doing the same with his elbows, ankles and legs just above the knees. Lastly I place a large ring gag into his mouth and lock it tightly in place. Opening a suitcase I carefully place him curled up inside and zip it shut, leaving a small opening in the zip to make sure there's airflow. I take a moment to rest as I make sure that everything is ready to leave.

I jump suddenly as I hear a knock on the door and quickly move away and hide out of sight.

I walk nearby to my friends home, I don't see him much, I'm busy with work and he's not the most social person. I rarely go this way but since I am I should probably check in on him. I walk up to the door and knock on it, after waiting a minute I knock again and ring the bell. Nothing, maybe he's actually gone outside for once. Slightly worried I walk around and look through the windows, no one was in, the only thing that was odd was a suitcase near the front door, was he going somewhere? It's strange but good for him, he needs to get out more. I'll try calling round again in a few weeks and see how his holiday went.

I wait as the visitor walks off, once I'm sure that he's gone I sigh with relief, my heart racing from the risk of being caught, and quickly move to the door, almost forgetting to pick up the laptop, I can't have people knowing of our conversation, it's the only evidence that we know each other and the only clue they'd be towards finding him. Opening the door I wheel the suitcase out and load it into the boot of my car, the unconscious body hidden inside completely unaware of what is happening.  Getting in the car I drive away, starting the several hour journey to his new home, no one knowing that I was ever there or that I have any connection to the now missing person who previously occupied the building, no one was coming to save him, no one will ever find him.

I awake feeling a cold hard surface against my back. Opening my heavy eyelids I see an empty dark room, where am I? I go to move and immediately hear the sound of my chains and feel the heavy metal shackles around my wrists and ankles and the heavy steel collar around my neck. Panicking I try to call out only to hear muffled noises and feel the ring gag holding my mouth open.

As the drug wears off my mind clears and I remember the man at the door, oh fuck. Fully realising what has happened and the situation I'm now in I pull on my chains desperately to escape but they refuse to yeld even the slightest. I sit on the cold hard filthy floor and against the bare stone wall and moan as I feel the plug filling my ass and my cock crush against its cage. Thoughts of what is to happen to me flood my mind, my wildest fantasies now a reality, a strange mixture of fear, terror and panic and arousal, horniness and desire come over me, part of me afraid of my future and another craving it, my mind slowly giving way to acceptance rather than fear as I wait in my prison. Awaiting my fate I sit in the dark, occasionally pulling lightly on my restraints, filling the room with the echoing sound of rattling chains and moans through my gag, as I wait for my new master to use me.