I move around the house, my chains rattling as I do my chores, my mind calm and focused on following my instructions, the weight of my shackles, the feeling of my gag, the tightness of my collar, the grip of my chastity cage, the movement of the buttplug stretching my ass, the feel of air against my exposed naked body, all normal parts of my life. For a moment I wonder to myself how I got here, I didn't always live this way, I wasn't always a slave, I wasn't always locked away, I didn't always spend my days dutifully serving my master. It all came down to one decision, one choice, a single choice that changed my life forever.

3 years ago:

I have always suffered from anxiety, every decision, every choice, every option is a struggle, there are so many factors to consider that i normally freeze up and get in a massive tangle of conflicting points. When I discovered bondage and bdsm though, I found an outlet, a way to finally switch off that part of my brain. When tied up or locked in a cage there's nothing to do, nothing to think about, you just have to wait to be released or played with, I'm not in control, all the choice is with the person who restrained me, they choose how long I'll be tied up or what happens to me. In giving up my freedom I found freedom from my mind, I relax and free myself. I have loved every moment I can escape into submission, but I hate having to leave it, this weekend though I will be spending it with my current boyfriend and master, for the next couple of days I don't have to worry about anything, just listen to his reassuring words and follow his instructions.

As I reach his front door I feel strangely nervous, my finger hoovering over his doorbell for a moment, as if I'm about the make some huge life changing decision. Before my mind can fill with a thousand conflicting voices I push the button, just wanting to return to my submissive space, to quiet this insanity inducing mind. Relief flows over me as the door opens and I can begin my weekend away from my own thoughts, and I step inside, the door closing and locking behind me, sealing me inside, leaving all of my concerns and worries outside. My mind going blank as I strip and smile as I feel his collar close around my neck and I kneel awaiting his instructions, for him to tell me what to do, what to think, for him to reassure me when I get overwhelmed by my anxiety, to remind me that he is there and I am his.

Without thinking I obey his command and lay down on the bed, my body not resisting as he restrains my arms and legs to the bedposts, my only reaction is letting out a slight muffled moan into my gag and my cock straining in its cage. This weekend has been amazing, I have barely noticed time passing, part of me wishes that it would never end, that I could remain like this forever.

I moan as I feel his hands caressing my bound body as he passionately kisses my gagged lips.

"You've been such a good slave this weekend, I think you deserve a reward." I smile behind my gag at being told that I was good, all I did was obediently obey and everything went well, master knows best, he always guides me, he keeps my mind quiet, I have nothing to get anxious about so long as I do as he tells me.

I gasp as his cock pushes into my ass, waves of pleasure roll over me as he thrusts deep inside me, I pull on my restraints and moan as I lay helplessly, lost in lustful pleasure, my cock straining and my bound body moving, my mind wanting him, needing him, hungry for him. His grunts and breathing fill my ears as my moans echo around the room, my mind unable to think, unable to worry, lost in a fog of desire. I let out a loud muffled cry as I feel him cum deep inside me, my own caged cock leaking cum as I orgasm, my mind filled with bliss as I feel him pull out and slide in my buttplug, keeping his cum sealed inside me. I barely notice as he undoes my restraints, I just lay breathing hard around my gag, my blissfully numb mind waiting for instruction. I feel a chain lock to my collar, connecting me to the bed, restricting me to only being in this room. I look up at my master's face as he gently strokes my own, seeing him smiling down at me, his joyful and loving smile reassuring me that everything is fine.

"I've really enjoyed this weekend and I know you have as well." Of course he knows, he understands me and that I need him, I need his guidance and reassurance. I watch as he holds up a key and places it on the bedside table.

"I don't want this weekend to end and neither do you. So I want to give you a choice. I'll leave for an hour. On the table is the key to your collar, use it and you're free, you can leave and return to the world and make your own decisions and choices. Or you can leave it and when I return you will become my slave permanently, forever following my orders, remaining by my side, leaving all the decision making to me. See you in a hour." I watch as he walks away, my mind immediately flooding with various thoughts as I look over at the key. Do I want to be a slave forever? Shouldn't I want to be free? Sure freedom comes with crippling anxiety and so many choices but that's life. Should I really give up my freedom for the comfort of submission? He does look after me, he makes me happy, he reassures me.

I feel my heart racing as my mind is swarmed with voices, each one conflicting with another. What do I want? What does he want? Is that what I want? Is it what I should want? Is what I should want something that matters? Why does this have to be so difficult? This is why I need someone like my master, I can't handle making my own decisions. Why can't my master just return and help me?

I suddenly hear the door opening, turning my head I see my master walking in, a smile forming on his face as he sees me. Has it already been an hour? My mind calms down at his presence, maybe he can help me make a decision, show me which choice is the correct option. Wait, if the hour is over then I have already made my choice. If anything the fact that I couldn't choosebonly proves ho2 much I need him. I'm his now forever. I feel a strange sense of relief, as if a weight was falling away, my mind becoming quiet once more, I'm his slave now, he makes the decisions, I follow, I no longer need to think or worry, he well look after me and tell me what to do, I trust him and he knows what is best for me.

"I see that you have made your decision, I'm so glad that you chose the right choice." So am I.

3 years later:

I smile behind my gag, I'm so grateful to my master, my life has been so peaceful and calm, every now and then I get moments of panic and indecisiveness but he is always their to comfort me and tell me what to do, to help quiet my mind, he is never angry or frustrated, he understands that I can sometimes get to worried and overth8nk things. I have no regrets when it comes to the last choice that I ever made and know that I'd make it again if given the opportunity, not that I want or need it. I touch my collar and feel a wave of comfort, the band of metal forever locked around my neck, a symbol of my value, that I am owned, that I am his, that he guides me, that I obediently listen and obey, that he will look after me and I will serve him, that if I just follow his instructions and trust him then everything will be fine. I mindlessly continue with my chores, happy, content, peaceful and relaxed, not a worry in the world, my only thoughts being of my master and following his instructions, nothing else matters.