Total Control
So you want to be totally controlled?
I told her yes, that is what I truly wanted.
I saw a brief smile cross her lips before she asked me what I wanted her to do.
Cat had been away most of the summer and when she was away I had time to think, fantasize, and surf the Internet.
What fascinated me the most were the FemDom sites where women would keep men as slaves in their own homes, naked, helpless, and unable to do anything but serve them. Just the thought of being a completely kept sex slave caused butterflies in my stomach and my cock to swell for months now of reading the stories.
While she was away I thought about the many ways that she could control me. My idea was that if I gave her control in one way that she could take control from me in other ways, until finally she had total control. To my excitement and fear Cat understood this better than I thought.
My approach was simple. I purchased five pieces of chain and five combination locks. When I sat before her that night I was completely nude with a piece of chain locked around each wrist, each ankle, and around my neck. I told her that if she changed the combinations on the locks I would be trapped. If she locked a piece of chain between my ankles there was no way that I could put on a pair of pants, similarly, if she locked a piece of chain between my wrists there was no way I could put on a shirt. Even if I wrapped something around me to go outside I wouldn’t want anyone to see me with those chains hanging from me. Wearing these chains I could be kept naked for as long as she wanted me that way. To make my capture complete, there was nothing in the house that I knew of that could cut those chains off. In the stories I read people were always locked with super hardened chains and locks that could not be removed. In real life the feeling any steel locked around your body was scary enough, especially if you knew that you couldn’t get it off yourself.
Cat asked me specifically what it was I wanted her to do. I told her that to be really exciting; she had to tell me what to do. If I had to tell her every detail of what I wanted done to me than it wouldn’t really feel like she was controlling me. She and I had played some Dominance and submission games in the past and I was sure she understood what I was asking for. She asked “Do you have one more padlock that fits the chains you are wearing?” I told her I did. Using the chain hanging from around my neck as a leash she led me to a windowless room in our basement. She locked the end of my leash to an iron water pipe, threw a blanket on the floor and said, “You can sleep here tonight.” As she left she turned off the light in the basement and said, “And don’t touch your dick. I want you horny in the morning.” I knew the combination for the lock around my neck but since there were no lights in the basement I was really trapped there for the night.
I could only guess how long she left me there in the basement. I peed in the corner twice not knowing what else to do. At times I had a raging erection thinking about what she might do to me, but I tried not to touch myself as instructed.
When Cat came back she was wearing sleeping clothing and she was carrying a spiral bound notebook. She told me that she had spent the night looking at the sites in my web browser history and she was pretty sure what I wanted her to do. She told me that she paid particular attention to the stories I re-visited frequently. For a moment I thought about how extreme some of the stories on those websites were and I was worried. She went on to say that she had made a list of what she was going to do with me. She had made a separate page in her notebook for each part of my training.