I hear the clinking of my chains, the sound and weight reassuring me and making me feel safe. I smile knowing that I have found my place and my true master, one who treats me as his slave, his sub, his property, I'm his. For most of my life I've struggled to find anyone who doesn't walk on eggshells around me just because I can't see, everyone I've been with is gentle and afraid to hurt me, of they play the slightest bit rough with me, as if I'm a fragile china doll or doing things for me that I can do on my own as if I'm completely helpless, or dismissing me as extra work to look after. But master is different, he respects me enough to be rough, to enslave me, to train me, to tie me up, to punish me, to use me, to make me feel alive. He doesn't wrap me in bubble wrap but in cold hard chains, he doesn't gently lead me by the hand but guides me with a leash, he doesn't do everything for me but orders me around, he doesn't pamper me but fucks me rough and hard. I love him for it and the feel of the heavy metal collar chaining my naked body to my bed reminds me of him every moment I'm awake.

I hear two sets of footsteps outside, one very familiar but the other is new, excitement fills me and my cock twitches in its cage as the door of my room unlocks and clicks open.

"Here he is. The code to get out is just here. Have fun." I know that master is pointing to the paper stuck to the wall just above the keypad, the words invisible to me in my foggy world of blurred and vague shapeless light and shadow, years ago I might have been able to read it if I was close enough but those days are far gone, besides knowing that it's there and adding to my bondage only makes me more aroused, my escape so easy, yet so hard.

I hear the door close leaving me locked in with the stranger, the sound of their breathing and movement unusual to me as he steps closer. I jump slightly as his hand touches my shoulder, now knowing where he is I smile and reach out for his trousers, expertly undoing them and pull out his cock. I slide off my bed and kneel on the floor, in the same motion sliding my mouth over his cock, which quickly grows hard as my tongue expertly rolls over it, hus taste and smell filling my senses, causing my cock to strain in its cage.

I pull my head away with a smile and crawl onto the bed, raising my plugged ass up invitingly. I feel his hands run over my ass and him pulling out my plug as the mattress beneath me shifts with his weight. I moan as he enters my ass and move my hips back and forth in time with his thrusts, pushing him deeper inside me, bitting my lip as my cock strains against its prison, while his usual breath blows heavily on my neck. I let out a quiet moan as is warm cum fills my insides and my body shakes as my own cum shoots out of my cage and onto my sheets.

My body shaking slightly as he pulls out, I turn and lick his cock as I suck it clean, the taste making me hirny once again. I stay on my bed as I hear the stranger pull his trousers up and walk away, entering the code and leaving, not even saying a word, just leaving after using me, the feeling of objectification turning me on as I'm locked away in my prison.

Through the wall I can hear him confront my master about how he is mistreating a helpless disabled person. I roll my unworking eyes, I'm far from helpless, if I needed to I could drop him to the floor in a second, and I chose to be here, to be master's slave. Feeling anger building inside me I move over to the door, my chain pulling tight, only really giving me enough to move around the room, my collar digging slightly into my neck, and feel the keypad, quickly entering the four digit code and unlocking the door, I'd long ago figured it out and have been able to unlock it, I just never wanted or needed to, I also didn't want to ruin the fun. I open the door and hear the stranger's surprise, where as my master doesn't move, as if he already knew.

"My master is not mistreating me. Unlike you he respects me as a person, not a disability. Although you didn't seem so concerned when you were using me." I hear master give a slight chuckle under his breath as I call them out and tell them how wrong they are.

"Well said slave." I smile at the praise.

"Please can you change the code to my room master, I seem to have accidentally guessed it."

"Of course slave, thankyou for bringing it to my attention." I step back inside, the chain connected to my collar relaxing as I do, and close the door, the lock clicking back into place as the room seals shut.

I smile as I hear my master walk into my room and wait patiently as I hear him reset the code for my lock and replace the sign on the wall, the feeling of not knowing the new vode exciting me. I don't move as he touches me lovingly with his hand, stroking my head and sitting down next to me, his comforting arm wrapping around me, my head leaning into his body, his familiar scent filling my senses as I relax in his embrace.

"Well done for defending me but no misbehaving and leaving your room without my permission again." I grin mischievously.

"Yes sir." I'm sure I'll figure out the code again, sometimes I can't help but be a bit naughty.

Epilogue:

I leave the room with a smile, I've known for ages that he knew the code, I saw him figure it out from the camera, but he never once used it, always remaining my locked away slave, never once misbehaving. I know he is capable of getting out if he wants, he never let's his disability get in the way, if he chose to he could live completely independently, he doesn't let anyone view him or treat him differently, he could probably even beat me up if he wanted, but that's what I love about him, he doesn't let it get in the way of what he wants, and he wanta to be my slave. He wants me to tie him up, to use him, to punish him for being naughty, he doesn't want someone who wraps him in bubble wrap all the time but he also loves me being there to comfort him when he needs it, he's just a normal sub who happens to be blind and wants to be treated as such. I just feel happy that he feels safe with me, that he trusts me, not to just look after him, help him when he needs it and not mistreat him, but to respect him enough to give him what he desires, to see him for who he really is and not just see his disability.

I smile thinking about my blind slave locked away in his room, listening music and waiting for my next visit and instruction, a bulge pressing against my trousers, once I'm free I'll have to visit him again, I have an important job for him to do. Then maybe he can cook us a nice dinner and we can watch a film together before going to bed for some fun.