My Life as a Sex Slave

My name is slave 382, and I am a sex and domestic slave for a wealthy tech mogul named James. I have never called him by his name, he is simply master to me. But as he's allowed me to write my memoir with the purpose of recruiting more male sex slaves for him and his friends to purchase, he has allowed me to reveal his first name.

I am 5'11" tall, weigh 155 pounds and am hairless. my head is shaved bald and I have no body hair. my skin is very pale and I am thin and toned. my 'cock' was originally 4.5 inches rock hard but a year in full time chastity has shrunk it to maybe 3 inches. I'm not sure entirely, my cock is irrelevant to my master, and therefore of no meaning or value to me.

Master said sharing my story of sexual slavery with the world will be used as marketing for the Slave Recruiters to lure in lost and lonely men. Men like me, and like many of you reading, know we beta males, whose only true meaning in life is serving alpha males so they can be successful members of society. We are the secrets to their success, and therefore live lives full of meaning and fulfillment being used by real men.

I've been owned for one year and have signed a 5 year slavery contract. I can be sold or traded to other owners without limit for these 5 years. At the end of this time I can either be granted my freedom or sign a new 10 year contract. I am promised to be kept healthy and receive adequate medical care, be fed and watered as such to maintain the figure my master finds satisfactory and I am guaranteed shelter. Those are the only rights I have. I have no possessions or belongings. These are all kept in a storage facility that I neither have access to or are aware of its location. My personal finances have been secured in a savings account that only my master has access to. I am promised to retain control of my finances once my freedom is granted, plus any gained interest to compete with inflation.

I have no family or friends close enough to question where I've been. Master allows me to check in with them every few months via phone call to quell any suspicion they have have. As far as they know I'm working out of the country remote. Outside of this, I have no rights. My body and mind are owned by my master. Anything that happens to me he has determined is what is best for his property. I will document my time as a slave from the beginning to present day.

My name is slave 382 and this is my story.

My decision to sign away my freedom was heavily influenced by my divorce. I won't get into those details as master says my life as a lost free man is irrelevant now that I've found my purpose as a slave. I will say the 5 years of marriage where I attempted to be the "man in the relationship," making decisions and being a provider and protector have illuminated how poorly fit I am for that role. Shortly after the divorce I met my Master online and only one month later I began living in his house full time, as an owned sexual and domestic slave.

It all started on Reddit, as I was browsing porn and postings for subs and slaves online a post caught my attention. It was Master. He was asking for a full time contracted slave, listed his body requirements and gave some info. One line stood out from the post, "stop trying to be someone you're not and live the life you were born for." With that, I thought it wouldn't hurt to respond and thus began our relationship.

For the next few weeks we'd chatted on video chat. I never saw him, but he saw all of me. I went though a rigorous interview process, both of my personal life, finances and relationships and my body. He'd mailed me a chastity cage with a remote lock. Once I put it on the only way out was at his discretion.

3 weeks of being caged, inspected, interviewed and tested. He sent a simple message. It said, "I will own you now." And what followed was a digital contract. I read it, the 5 year term where I'd release all right to my mind, body and possessions. Read the details for releasing my finances and possessions for storage and the next steps. Upon signing the document I'd receive a one way plane ticket to my new life. I had no idea where it was, just that it would require a plane to get there, and it was in the US. I had no idea what my new Master looked like, what he did for work or anything about him besides his first name and the sound of his voice.

With a big deep breath and a gut full of nerves, I signed my life away. My given name would disappear and I would be known only as 382. After I signed I didn't hear from him for 2 agonizing days until I received a letter in the mail with instructions.

It said, "Slave 382, tomorrow you begin your new life as my slave. You will be fucked, beaten, humiliated and used by myself and many others. You will love your new life. As agreed upon, I will shelter you and feed you. I will ensure you are kept healthy and will seek medical care if needed. but besides that, humanly comforts will vanish from your life. You will live a naked, cold, service focused life. You will worship me and I will be the only reason for your life. You will love me and adore me, I will be your god, king and master. The sole reason for your existence. Should I at any point determine I no longer have use for you, I will sell you for a profit for a new owner of my choosing. You have no rights, you are my property and will be treated as such. Enclosed you will find flight info and boarding pass to your new home and $50 to purchase the final meal of your choosing at the airport. You will wear a plain black t-shirt, blue jeans, black ankle socks and white sneakers. No underwear, slaves don't wear underwear, men do. Bring only the boarding pass, cash, and your drivers license. Your phone will stay at home. Once you leave for the airport, movers will come remove your belongings from your apartment and keep them in storage, at my expense. When you land, go to the top floor of the parking garage, section G. At 7:00am tomorrow, a car will pick you up to take you to the airport. Your chastity cage will be unlocked for TSA purposes at 6:45 before the arrival of the car. You will masturbate and orgasm for your final time. You will record it and send me verification. You will cum into a glass and drink your useless cum. Enjoy your final hours of freedom as when you arrive your useless cock will never be unlocked under my ownership. Send me a photo of yourself naked on your knees in 'present position' once you've received this letter to verify. Your purpose begins tomorrow, faggot."

The next morning everything happened just as Master said it would. The cage came off with time to orgasm and clean one final time. The car arrived at 7am sharp and before I knew it I was in the airport eating my final meal of freedom.

My destination? Las Vegas. A cross country trip from my old life in New Hampshire.

It's hard to describe the feeling I felt on the airplane, without anything to occupy my time, I was left to my thoughts and had a million about what my new life would hold. Although I was terrified, my cock was rock hard in my jeans and I knew I was making the right choice.

With my heart pounding in my chest I made my way into the desert sun to the top floor of the parking garage. I saw nobody waiting for me and began to panic. I had no phone, no money, and only an id in my pocket. What if was pranked? What if no one showed up? I would be totally fucked! I waited for 15 minutes and I began sweating in the heat and lost in my thoughts of panic. Right as I began to head back into the terminal a black luxury SUV pulled up to me.

And for the first time, my master, my king and my god stepped out and I laid eyes on him. He stood 6'3" and was strong. His muscles bulging out of his t-shirt. He was about 45 years old and had black hair with specks of gray and a beard. Totally not the tech type, but totally the alpha male type. His deep blue eyes looked into my soul.

"Hello, 382, my name is James. But you will only call me Master. Now strip you fucking worthless bitch." His voice was calm yet stern. "Uhh," I muttered being a little overwhelmed by the situation.

"Now!" He snapped and without a second thought I stripped out of my clothes. My bare feet burning on the hot pavement. Completely exposed in a public place for anyone to see. A rubber ball gag was thrust into my Mouth and earmuffs secured on my ears. In one swift movement he covered my head with a black mesh bag. It was hot, difficult to breathe and completely dark. I felt my now hardening cock roughly yanked into a chastity cage and I heard and felt a click. My cock no longer mine. Finally I felt cold metal shackles secured around my ankles and sturdy handcuffs locked my hands behind my back. These were not bdsm toys, they were law enforcement grade.

I was lead into the backseat of the SUV, felt the seatbelt click and was driven away in less than a minute after I laid eyes on him. Depraved of my sense of sight and hearing we drove for what felt like an eternity but eventually I felt the car climb slightly up a driveway and stop in what seemed like a garage.

Master opened the door and lead me out of the car. He took off my hood and earmuffs and smirked at the river of my own spit that dripped down my body and pooled on his leather seat. "You'll clean that later slave," then he smiled a deep smile, took a deep breath, looked deep into my eyes and said, "welcome home, slave"

He removed my gag and with a sudden sense of relief, pressure of my former life behind me I felt safe and secure when I looked into his eyes. I was his. "Thank you master," I responded. He then kissed me deeply, our tongues interwoven together, my heart melting and my affection for him growing. Then suddenly he pulled away and looked at me. I opened my eyes still spinning in lust and passion. He spit on my face, grabbed me by the chastity cage and led me into my new home.