I sit in my quiet flat, writing another story, one where I'm bound and enslaved, treated like an animal, living with an owner, one who loves me, guides me and punishes me, a collar locked around my neck, my dreams a distant fantasy. 

I sigh as I get up from my computer and walk over to the window, loud bangs and crackles echo around my as the dark night sky lights up, the start of a new year, the hope of what could be in store, putting the past year behind us. Another year gone, another year alone, another year without the feel of the collar around my neck, another year doing everything on my own. I stare out into the darkness outside, I wonder if my master is out there somewhere and if I'll ever find them? 

I watch the fireworks, cheering in the new year with the crowd around me, the colours lighting up the sky. Despite being around so many people part of me feels empty and alone, another year of failed relationships, unable to find the right one, one who will be mine, a submissive who enjoys bondage, pain and dehumanisation, someone who will willingly follow my leash, someone who would give me the keys to their pleasure, someone who craves domination, someone to love and look after, someone to guide and care for, to trust each other and commit our lives to. So far I've not found anyone who mirrors my own needs, the piece if the puzzle that perfectly fits with me, my desires going ignored by every partner, I tried with my last partner to have a vanilla life but it just couldn't work out, a relationship where one half is never satisfied isn't healthy. 

Maybe the right person is out there somewhere? Maybe they're here amongst all these people? Maybe this is the year when I finally find them? 

1 year later: 

I moan into my gag as I feel my master's cock force its way inside my ass, choking slightly as he pulls hard on my leash, my collar digging into my throat, as he thrusts deeper and harder, my own cock straining in its chastity cage. I move my hips in time with him, trying to get him as deep inside me as possible, his balls slapping my cheeks as he uses me as his personal fucktoy, one that is always willing and ready to be played with. I let out a muffled moan through my ring gag as his warm cum fills me, my own body shaking as I orgasm along with him, my cage dripping beneath me. 

I feel him pull out and slide my buttplug back in place, sealing his precious cum inside me, as I turn on all fours, my held open and drooling mouth taking his cock, hungrily cleaning it, enjoying the taste of his cum and my ass, my constantly horny mind desiring little else as I make sure that every inch of his cock is clean. 

"Don't forget your own mess." I don't respond as his cock leaves my mouth, only obediently obey, lowering my head down to the floor and lapping up my own cum, a slight moan escaping my mouth as I enjoy the taste, while master's hand gently strokes my back, one marked by his discipline, lovingly petting his obedient puppy. 

Feeling the tug of my leash I follow on all fours without complaint, reaching the backdoor and feeling the cold night air as it opens, a slight shiver rippling through me as it flows over my naked body. Without any worries I follow my master as he leads me outside, where without caring who sees me I relieve myself, my warm piss hitting the grass below me as I empty my bladder for the last time before the morning, any feeling of humiliation and shame and my dignity long gone, replaced with my desire to please my master and the practical needs of my chosen life, I should never feel shame if that action pleases my master. 

Shaking away any drops I happily follow him back inside, enjoying the warmth of my home, grateful that master allows me to live indoors with him. We make our way to the bedroom, where master opens my cage, without needing to be told I crawl inside of my home, the metal bars comforting me, making me feel safe as master stores his prized possession for the night, turning as I reach the blanket on the metal floor, my master lovingly stroking my head, giving me a loving kiss goodnight on my forehead, and filling the water bowl before closing and locking my cage for the night, leaving me alone to rest as he sleeps. The last I see of him is him smiling down at me lovingly, part of me wishes I could tell him how much I love him, but I'm never allowed to speak, my mouth forever hold open, ready for use, ready to please him, but I know that he knows how I feel, he knows that I love him, just as I know that he loves me, I show it in my continued submission and servitude, he shows it by looking after me and caring for me every day, even if that means he must punish me or make me do humiliating things, his guidance a form of his love for me. 

As the light turns off I hear a few fireworks and see the colours flash brightly behind the curtains, remembering how my life was a year ago. It's amazing what can change in a year. The last year has been so amazing, I'm so grateful for everything that has happened, I hope the next one is just as good. I contently close my eyes as I hear my master snoring peacefully, reassuring me that he is still there, along with the feel of his collar, I feel completely happy knowing that I'm his, I'm owned, I'm where I should be, where I belong, living my dream life.