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Descent into Slavery - 12/12/2016 11:35:49 AM   
BoundnSubdued


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It started off innocently enough. A lunch with a prospective Dominant I had encountered online. We had chatted online and by phone several times, exchanged photos and had seemed to hit it off well. So, when lunch went smoothly and He invited me back to His house, while I was somewhat hesitant this being our first face-to-face meeting, I consented.

Once in His house, He approached me and calmly began unbuttoning my shirt. His gentle, self-confident style was enormously appealing and I quickly found myself being seduced. Once He had removed my shirt, He took my head in His hands, tilted my head slightly backwards, and kissed me on my neck. I melted. He then gently turned me around, took each of my wrists in His hands, slowly pulled my hands behind my back, and, in a soft voice, requested that I clasp them together. As I felt the cold metal handcuffs locking my wrists together, I felt a momentary anxiety but I was already caught up in the moment.

Sensing my concerns, He gently stroked my shoulders and arms and whispered in my ear "relax". I tried to. At that point, with my back to Him, I suddenly caught a momentary glimpse of His arms above my head holding a hood in His hands. He quickly slid it over my head, down over my face, to my neck. Now I was quite anxious but, with my arms handcuffed behind me, there was not much I could do. When I began to move, He took hold of my arms with His hands and firmly pushed me against the wall of His living room. He then jammed His knee into my lower back to keep me against the wall as He completed pulling the hood over my head down to my neck, tightening a belt at the bottom of the hood around my neck to which he attached a padlock. The hood was now impossible for me to remove even had my hands been free. Its heavy leather now covered my entire head, my eyes and my mouth with a set of small holes over my nostrils so I could breathe through the leather. At that point, I began to struggle but, with His own hands now free, He took hold of me by my neck, firmly pushed my head against the wall, and told me to keep still. Any gentleness in his voice was gone. He was stern and cold and I was frightened.

He turned me around so that my back was now against the wall, my head completely covered by the hood, and He suddenly punched me in my gut, once, then twice and finally a third time, without pausing. I instinctively bent my body forward, doubling over, but He took hold of my shoulders and pushed me back against the wall. I tried to speak and cry out but the hood stifled my voice. "Do as you are told or else" He warned me, punching me again in my stomach for good measure. I was depleted and defeated. He quickly removed my pants, shoes and socks and put heavy metal shackles around my ankles connected by a short chain so that I could move only at a snail's pace. He also locked a chain tightly around my waist so that He could fasten my wrists to it when He wished my hands to be somewhat available to Him and to me but never a threat to Him. He finally attached a short leash to a metal ring in the front of the hood around my neck, tugged on it and slowly led me to my basement cell.

Thus began my descent into slavery. My life would never be the same again.

Over the course of the next several weeks he methodically stripped me of my humanity, turning me into nothing more than his property. It became immediately clear that the hood he had padlocked over my head and around my neck would remain in place day in and day out, almost 24/7, so that I could no longer see the world or make noises that anyone might hear.

And then began the torture, pain, humiliation and degradation, the daily discipline and obedience training that would break me of all habits I had before I had met Him and mold me into the slave He wanted me to be.

My hard wired need to casually submit to a likeminded Dominant I might encounter online had brought me to this. I was now no more than a piece of chattel, stripped physically and mentally of all outer and inner protection, locked in a heavy leather hood, kept in chains day and night, confined in a cell in a stranger's basement, being trained and used to satisfied His lustful and sadistic desires whenever and however He might choose.

<To be continued, Owner willing>
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RE: Descent into Slavery - 12/12/2016 11:48:51 AM   
Nthrall


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Tell us more about the torture, pain, humiliation and degradation. If a bloke turns up and rescues her I will be most disappointed.

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