A Lifetime of Sexual Slavery

Dear Ladies and Gentlemen, may i ask you to bear in mind the following if you choose to read this muse of mine. This is a STORY, a work of fiction and fantasy fiction at that. Whilst none of the tale is blatantly impossible, it is extremely unlikely to have occurred in reality. A fact that i'm FULLY aware of. Thank you.

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A LIFETIME OF SEXUAL SLAVERY

After firmly shutting it, the woman turned the key present within the lock mounted in the solid wooden door, thus confirming its shut state. But she wasn't content with just that. Oh no, she also slid home the very substantial bolt mounted in the top corner. But even then, she hadn't finished just yet. Now she took of a study padlock, the sort that couldn't be broken easily, even with aid of very strong cutters, and fed that through where the end of said bolt had passed over a solid 'eye,' thus locking it in its shut condition. Although she seemed to be, at last satisfied, the truth that all of these measures were, to a large extent, unnecessary.

You see this was her home, and apart from her male captive lying on the large bed within the room, the entrance of which this door was located in, she was utterly alone, she was the only person present within the dwelling. And even if the door had remained unlocked, if indeed it had actually been open, said man couldn't leave her bed. For he wasn't just lying upon it, he was, totally, chained to the solid and secure bed frames at either end of it.

At the head end, his two wrists were enclosed with solid leather cuffs, of which the buckles had been secured in their shut state with small padlocks. Another one was holding the chain between said cuffs to one of the vertical stays of the frame, thus locking the cuffs to the frame. Although, strictly speaking this wasn't essential, the chain holding the man's wrists together, had been placed behind said stay, meaning the wearer of this cuff set couldn't escape from the frame, but as we have already observed, this was a woman who took no chances. At the other end, more leather cuffs surrounded his, sheer nylon covered, ankles, although they weren't linked together. No, these were part of a linked set of such cuffs, joined as were the set at the bed's upper end, but here there were two sets. His legs had been placed about two feet apart, then chained, via the cuff sets, to stays of the, equally secure, lower bedframe. Thus, this 'gentleman' was going nowhere, until she alone decided otherwise.

And apart from a pair of female stockings, as hinted, and a VERY sexy suspender belt, he was utterly naked. Dressed in the, albeit unofficial, clothes of sex, and them alone. Chained to a bed, and therefore utterly helpless, entirely at her mercy. So, why was she leaving? Because in order to reduce him to his present situation she had, in fact, drugged him. A form of incapacitation that whilst not rendering her victim unconscious, had disabled his capacity to use his muscles within those limbs of his. Thus, he had been fully aware, after he had drunk the concoction she had carefully prepared for him, containing the substance that had rendered him into such a state of helplessness, of her imprisonment of his body, after dressing his lower half in her chosen manner. He, therefore, needed to return of a condition of full mobility before she could inflict her considerable sexuality upon him, as she planned to, in fact, do. But, although such a process had begun, he was starting to 'feel' his limbs again, it needed time for him to return to any state in which she would be able to enjoy herself. In the meantime, she had tasks to attend to, and she had left the room in order to address those.

So, as she, adorned herself in a gorgeous leather suit complete with a skirt just long enough to conceal the fact that the very sheer nylon adorning her own legs was in the form of stockings and not tights, locked me inside of this bedroom; I waited patiently, not that I much choice in this matter. I wanted to belong to her; I wanted her to shag me in any way she chose. As the feeling slowly returned to my body, and in particular my limbs, my anticipation further increased. For I was now this woman's slave, especially in the sexual sense, for the rest of my life. She had already informed me of this, to my utter delight, as I say I WANTED to be hers! Another reason why the locking of the door was unnecessary. But just who was she?

It is fair to say that Miss Diana Charlotte Forthington came from a family with 'old' money, and lots of it. Now having entered her thirties, Diana had been betrayed badly by various members of the male sex. As yet unmarried, she had determined that she would NEVER depend upon any mere man for her satisfaction, oh no, things were going to be done HER way from now on. She was going to take a male, enslave him, and simply use him to fulfil her darkest desires. To that end, her intentions were to total control of his life, he would remain within the confines of her, large and detached by quite a large degree, home. There he would perform most of her household tasks, as well as servicing her, somewhat unusual, sexuality. And whilst fulfilling her needs and lusts, said man would never wear clothing designed with his own gender in mind. No, she would dress him in purely female apparel, in particular lingerie. As her roving eye had cast around for such a suitable 'partner' it had settled upon the utterly unsuspecting me!

As such I made things easy for her. Having just turned twenty-one, I was both employed by a company owned by her family and had moved into a flat also rented to me by them. And as said employment had not yet been for a continuous period of over two years, it was child's play for her to arrange its termination, not being necessary for her to provide a suitable reason. Also, with myself having no idea as to her role in my summary dismissal.

They say that the average person is only two paydays away from their life unravelling, and I proved to be no exception. With the loss of my employment, my income was also completely decimated, and I soon became behind with the rent payments. To an unacceptable degree, meaning it was only a matter of time before my eviction, again with the predatory Diana taking a keen interest in developments, again outside the scope of my knowledge. But why had she targeted me, why did she believe that I who could completely fulfil her requirements?

I had previous enjoyed, if that was in fact the correct word, a relationship with one of her distant cousins. And if that liaison had proved all too brief, it had broken up because young Emily had found it difficult to cope with my submissive and effeminate nature, her being one of those girls who preferred the man in her life to take the leading role especially within the bedroom. A situation she had VERY vocally admitted, much to the pleasure of her older relation. Who concealed that delight completely, initiating her quest to all learn about me, who it appeared would the male to satisfy her dark desires.

An opinion confirmed by said 'homework,' where Diana gained the knowledge that my employment and lodgings were firmly within the control of her family. So, it became easy to bring her influence to bear in finalising both, without me knowing of her involvement.

Diana was indeed watching, from a discrete distance of course and totally unknown by myself, when my eviction took place rendering me homeless. She fully observed as I emerged from the building that my previous residence was located within, two plastic bags containing my entire possessions, apart from those already upon my person. And she completely clocked where I went next, with no idea where I was to spend the night, I decide to spend the last few quid I had on a few beers. Therefore, I entered the nearest pub. I didn't have enough to get seriously drunk, but it would postpone the question of which shop doorway I tried to rest my head within that night. My entrance, of course, being fully clocked by Diana.

She waited for several minutes before making her own way inside. Swiftly spotting that I'd already purchased my first pint of beer, and had started consuming it, slowly, what did I to rush for? But more to the point, she was delighted to see that I'd sat myself down at a table, sitting completely alone.

All of a sudden, I was taken completely by surprise by a good looking, if not stunningly sexy, woman, holding a small glass of what appeared to be white wine, asking if she may join me at the table. I mean, there was plenty of room in the pub, there were tables free with no occupant present. But, well there's plenty of other places to sit yourself, I thought to myself, although naturally Diana had planned to seduce the unsuspecting me. Although, with no knowledge of this I simply muttered, "suit yourself," paying her no attention whatsoever.

There then followed an awkward period of utter silence, with me hoping this woman would simply go away, find another, unoccupied table, there were plenty of them, after all. But then she spoke. "If you don't mind me saying," I did, "you don't look in the best shape. Has something bad happened recently?" As if she didn't know, she had engineered it, but of course, at that precise moment I had no knowledge of that, or who she was, come to think of it.

I took a long look at her, sitting there. Seemly poking her nose in where it wasn't wanted. Like previously mentioned an attractive lady if not a Goddess. Dressed wholly in leather, which normally would interest me, but as if I cared in the present circumstances? But she also possessed a kindly smile upon her face, a smile that both relaxed and made me feel I could trust her. Why not be honest with her, you all know the emotion present here, sometimes you just need to talk to somebody, to unburden oneself, if you know what I mean? This appeared to be one of those times.

"To tell you the truth Ma'am, I've just been made homeless, I've no idea where I'll be resting my head tonight, or any night for the foreseeable future." I then completely opened up to her, informing her that the recent loss of my job had led to my eviction from my home.

She listened to my tales of woe, showing what appeared to me to be a real interest, although she knew my troubles already, she had set this whole thing up. Then she gently took my hand in her own, smiled again and gently suggested, "well, why do you come back to my place, for tonight at least? That way you'll obtain at least one night's decent sleep. We can worry about tomorrow when it arrives."

"That's very kind of you Ma'am." I mean it would solve my immediate problem if only for one night. But I couldn't believe it, I began to feel uneasy, I still had no idea as to who she was, and assumed, incorrectly of course, that the reserve was also true. I was completely under the impression that her sudden appearance in my vicinity was co-incidental, not planned.

"You look like someone I can trust. And let's be honest, you could with a friend right now. Allow me to be that person, and to answer any questions you have about 'what's in it for me,' well the satisfaction that comes from doing a good deed, from helping someone who needs it."

That seemed to put my mind at rest, and I decided to accept her offer. And, in fairness I was both decent and honest, it would never have occurred to me to take advantage of her, something her 'research' into my background had already told her. So, after finishing my pint, I followed her outside and towards her car, being a newly new quite luxurious prestige model, I noted.

It took over thirty minutes to reach her home, during which she informed me that her name was Diana, although she left it at that, not telling me her family name, and I didn't ask. But I did notice that her house was off the 'beaten track,' in fact it was totally isolated, a little lane having led us quite a long distance from any major road. Another thing I clocked was that the property was self-contained, surrounded by a wall, about ten foot tall, and a gate that opened automatically, and closed again after Diana had driven through. Feeling significant, as it was, I have never stepped outside of that border in my entire life since!

We had just entered the dwelling when she suggested that I take a shower, which I needed to as she put it 'wash away my past life,' an invitation I was all too willing to accept. So, I did, only to find that whilst I did, all of my male clothing had dis-appeared, and the only items of apparel left for my use afterwards was a pair of skimpy female panties, and a dressing gown, clearly made for a woman in mind. Both items being manufactured from the finest satin. Although initially reluctant to adorn myself in such items, I did accept her explanation, which seemed so plausible at the time, that she intended to wash all of my own clothing. With this in mind, she told me that she had therefore placed these items next to her washing machine in her utility room, whereas in reality she had just put them in the bin, but for now, I did believe her.

And it was just dressed in those items of her gear, that I shared a very pleasant evening meal with her, the first plentiful food I'd had for quite such time, until I told her that I was tired and that I wished to go to bed. She then informed me that such an action was fine by her, and she actually kissed me on the cheek. Thus, it was in a fully electrified state that, for the very first time I ended up in that bed, it being the very one described at the very beginning of this tale and since has become such a part of my life now. Fancying Diana like mad, as I say she was an attractive woman, if not an actual Goddess, but of course the dynamics of our respective positions dictated that any move in that particular direction would have to be initiated by her, and HER alone! If only I knew then what I know now, eh? But, back at this moment of time, I didn't want to 'push my luck' as it were.

After a refreshing night's sleep, a fully dressed Diana, wearing that leather suit, entered the room, carrying a glass filled with a liquid, yes, the aforementioned drug, although at the time I had no knowledge of that, being informed that it was simply a 'pick you up' tonic. Although she suggested that I visited the en-suite bathroom before I drunk it, a suggestion that I readily agreed to. After returning having emptied both ends of my body, I sat down on the side of the satin covered bed, just wearing Diana's panties, taking the glass that she offered me and downing the contents in one go.

What she had placed within began to take effect almost immediately, and as I began to feel a little 'woozy,' an apparently concerned Diana suggested that I lied down on the bed, an act I just about managed to achieve, before what she had spiked that drink with took full effect.

Meaning I could no longer move, although I was still awake, and not unconscious at all. Fully aware then that she took hold of both of my arms, moving them upwards, where my hands rested against the upper bedframe. Standing behind said frame now, Diana took my left arm, raising it and passed the hand through the gap between two of the vertical slats, and placed a leather cuff around the wrist, the buckle of which she fastened shut using a small padlock. She repeated the same trick with my right arm, ensuring that the chain linking the cuffs was behind the frame's stay, which was both solid and secure. Then, as earlier described, she used another padlock to lock the chain to the stay, probably unnecessarily, but hey, who cares?

Having thus secured my arms, she moved down to the foot end of the bed, and again as mentioned before, after she'd removed the panties and put into those stockings and suspenders, she used two more cuff sets to imprison my legs to the lower frame of the bed. So, she now had total control of my body, fastening it to her bedroom furniture.

Before leaving, and securing the door shut, again as outlined previously, now was the time when she explained what the situation was and her plans for my future. "Well now, you're going to be staying here than just one night, a whole lifetime in fact. After all, nobody other than us two knows that you are here, and you officially have no fixed abode now. You can quite easily just dis-appear from the system, as it were."

She smiled at me, that kind, warm smile of hers. "You see for quite a period of time now, I've been looking for a submissive male, to carry out all of my normal household chores and fully service my, somewhat unusual and very demanding, sexual needs. Which very much include being within bondage to my bed, as you are now. Yes, once the effect of just what I've drugged you with wears off, I intend to shag you for the first of many times. And you seem to just the man I'm looking for." All total music to my ears, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It would appear to solve all of the questions in my life at once, where I was going to live, for instance? So what if I'd lose my freedom, believe me, spending the rest of my days upon this earth being the sex slave of an attractive, even if slightly older, woman, was a prospect I welcomed, not feared! Of course, still under the full influence of her drug, I couldn't communicate this to her.

My captor continued. "You will never wear male clothing again, in fact I must confess that I've lied to you earlier, your own clothing isn't due to be washed, it's already been disposed of. From now you will be adorned in what I provide for you, which will be exclusively female in nature." Again, just what I wanted, from this point onwards my secret desire to dress myself in satin, silk and other material just with women in mind would no longer need to be any secret, even if just Diana herself knew of it. I mean who else's business would it be anyway? "Including several French maid outfits, one of which you will wear whilst performing the aforementioned chores." Wow, if Diana hadn't drugged me, just take a guess at how my cock would have responded to this latest development? This being the moment in time when I KNEW just what I'd suspected for some years now, I AM a total sissy!

"And from now on you will address me as Mistress Diana, or simply Mistress. And on that note, I'll leave you alone, for the effect of my drug to leave your system, in order that we can enjoy our first shag, or more likely shags, together. So, ciao then!" With that she left, and as we have already seen, very much fastening the door to this room completely shut.

Let's put this way, after she'd left that drug's effect did begin to lose its influence, on more parts of my body than just my outer limbs. What part of my body also began to show the effect of her telling me that my dreams were about to come true, that I was to become the feminised property of a woman who I really fancied? Yes, as the drug wore off, so my cock became harder and more solid, so that by the time its effect was completely gone I had a boner harder and greater than I'd ever had before. To be owned by this woman was my destiny, it seemed. A future that would start with a good shagging, one that I would be utterly powerless to prevent. Does it get any better than that?

And if I fancied her beforehand that was nothing compared to what I felt when I heard the door being unbolted and unlocked and Diana stepped through the threshold. All of her outer clothing was gone, all she was adorned in now was the sexiest satin basque that I'd ever clocked eyes on before, suspending the sheerest stockings that I'd also seen. She noticed the look of utter pleasure upon my visage, simply asking, "you want this, don't you?"

"More than anything in this world, Mistress Diana. I WANT to belong to you, to be owned by you, and I promise you with everything I have the I will try to please you, both outside of but especially in this bed! Take me, I am yours!"