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A Remote StrangerDominated by a Remote StrangerI have had serious domination fantasies on and off for a number of years andas these grew and became more involved I decided to see if I could turn thefantasy to reality. As a partnered man I did not want to be unfaithful so Iturned to the Internet to see if I could find someone to help me experiencewhat it is really like to be sexually dominated and taken advantage of.This story is an account of what happened when my fantasy finally did becomereality. Masters or slaves interested in similar experiences can get intouch. I can put you in touch with my master.I was alone for a weekend and my new online master had prepared a schedulefor me to follow, it would give me instructions to obey from Friday throughthe whole weekend. It was a set of instructions, one command on each pagethat I had to progress through. I did not know what was coming next.Before the weekend started I had been given some things to buy that includeda number of fetish items, things that I had never imagined buying let aloneactually using. But this was what I had signed up to and now I wascommitted. I had promised myself, and my master that I was going to obey andI knew that I was not going to let him down. This is what I wanted, it iswhat he demanded and what I now had to do.The email with my schedule had arrived on the previous Monday. It wasaccompanied by a simple message “open on Friday morning”.And that was it, my fate was sealed.I would be following the commands in this file to the letter, no excuses, nohesitation. On Friday morning I would open up the file and I would be aslave. A slave with no choice but to obey.I had wanted this for so long. To experience how it feels to be sexuallyhumiliated with no interruptions, no excuses, just instructions to obey. Iwas to be dominated by a gay master, known to me as Sir.What Sir wanted, I would have to do.Friday morning arrived and I opened up the file.”Put on your chastity device”Sir had asked me to buy a chastity device that would lock my cock in placerendering it out of my reach, so it was no surprise that he would ask me towear it. However it was 7am on Friday morning when I read the command and Iwas about to head out to work. He wanted me locked up all day.I did as I was asked. There was never any doubt that I would.As I fixed the chastity device in place and secured the padlock I felt a rushof excitement like nothing else. This was symbolic of my devotion. I knewthat I was hopelessly in his command. This was everything I had fantasisedabout. My cock was his now and I could not get at it even if I wanted to.Stepping out of the house was exhilarating. I felt like I was in the palm ofSir’s hand and I wanted the punishment to begin. I felt like a slave. Ishould have been planning a night out with friends, or perhaps taking thechance to put my X Box through its paces but no, my master had set my plansfor me and I was going to follow them.I was told to read the next page of the schedule at the end of the workingday which intrigued me. Was he going to ask me to do something on the wayback, or was it preparation for arriving home into the empty house?The day passed slowly but eventually it was time to leave work. Wearing thechastity cage all day was a wonderful experience. The way it gripped mygenitals constantly reminded me of Sir and the way it took ownership of mycock away from me put me into the perfect frame of mind for submission. It isnot comfortable to wear but then it should not have to be. The device is notthere to make me feel comfortable it is there to do the opposite.I was ready to read the next page from Sir, and I already knew I would carryout whatever he asked of me.He knew I was passing by the shops on the way home so I speculated as towhether it would ask me to buy something else, or was it to relieve me frommy chastity?I opened up my schedule and turned to the next page.”strip at the door”So when I got home, I was to take clothes off. I could already picturemyself standing by the front door with a pile of clothes by my side. Nakedsave for my chastity device. I knew I would feel self conscious, embarrassedeven.Sir had a further joke at my expense.” I hope you remembered to close the curtains”Of course I had not.I wondered if this was the last time I would be wearing clothes this weekend?Was Sir to keep me captive here all weekend? Is this why he had me buy afew supplies? He had instructed me to buy a few tins of food, some cornedbeef and spam.I stopped by the supermarket to pick up my supplies. This included dogbowls, dog collar, jelly and some tins. Oh and a pack of adult nappies. Iwould never normally have the courage to buy adult nappies but I knew I hadto do it, fortunately the supermarket had a self scan till – I had done myresearch. Scanned and bagged in record time.And at last I was home.As instructed, I removed my clothes at the door. Things moved quickly once Iwas home, the orders kept coming and Sir gave me very little respite. Imoved from one task to the next, without a moment to stop and think aboutwhat I was doing. This was probably for the best. Had I understood thedepravity of what I was doing I could have bottled out.First instruction, put on my collar. I fastened it round my neck andinstantly identified with being a collared slave. I was then asked to make ajelly, I had wondered why Sir had asked me to buy this. And I was told toput it in the freezer. This did puzzle me, was I to eat frozen jelly?Next I was to write “Slave Boy” on my chest kayseri escort and “Fuck Hole” across my backusing a thick marker pen. I was collared and marked.Next, I was to take a dog bowls, fill one with water and the other withcorned beef. As instructed, I dropped to all fours and drank the water. Itis not easy to drink like that, I had to get my face right down into thewater, but Sir had told me to get a big bowl. The corned beef lookeddisgusting. At this point I did not know what Sir’s intentions were, but Iwas hoping he was not going to ask me to eat it.Sir then asked me to fuck a dildo for 20 minutes. When I read that I thoughtthere was no way I would be able to achieve the request, was I going to failas a slave so early? My butt hole had never taken anything so big for solong, this would be a first. But I had to try, so I used the suction base tofix the rubber cock to the wall and covered it with lube. I knew I had totake the whole length of the dildo, and this was an 8″ thick b**st. Muchbigger than my own cock. I started slowly backing onto the dildo. By thetime I had gone all the way in 10 mins had already past. At this point Iknew I could do it. I gently worked the dildo in and out of my butt holeover the next 10 minutes. It was not exactly comfortable. I had never feltlike such a slut. Such a bitch. I had violated myself for Sir and I knew hewas loving this.Next, I was to insert my butt plug. Sir was right, my butt was now veryloose after the dildo fucking. Normally it takes some effort to get the plugup there, and some discomfort, but this time my hole swallowed it up withouta second thought. What a slut I had become. This was followed by my firstexperience of wearing a nappy. I was surprised how big and thick the thingwas, well it was supposed to be for over-night use.And then I found out what the jelly was for. Sir asked me to insert thechastity key into the jelly and return it to the freezer. How long was thekey to stay in there? Only Sir knew. What I did know was that once frozen Iwas not going to be able to get it out in a hurry.Sir then instructed me to watch some humiliation porn and relax with two cansof lager. I dutifully did as I was told, of course very concious of thenappy. I knew Sir would make me hold out for the toilet, he wanted me tosquirm! I searched for “humiliation” and clicked through all kinds ofvideos. There were men tied up in public, guys dressed up as sissys wearingfrilly underwear, perhaps the most bizarre was a man in lycra fucking aninflatable sheep. Was this something I would one day be doing?After the cans were drunk, it was dinner time. I was genuinely very hungryat this point, it was 9pm. I knelt down in front of the bowl and took a bigbite. And yes, corned beef was as disgusting as it looked. The smell, thetexture, the taste. There was nothing nice about it. With so many tasks oneafter the other and now this I was starting to feel broken. I guess this iswhat it feels like for a slave. I took some time to chew through the cornedbeef, it was not easy to do, it took an hour.Finally the last task of the day.Sir asked me to tie my legs to the bed posts and handcuff one hand. I was tostay there until 10:30 am the next morning, which seemed like quite a latestart, I normally wake about 8 at the weekends. I was actually quitedesperate for the toilet now and knew I had a very very long night ahead.And I also knew there would be no let up. I had another long day ahead and Ifelt like crying. This is what I had wanted. To feel like a real sex slave.I did not hold out long. I ended up wetting myself about 20 mins into thenight, I was busting to go and there was no way I would last through thenight, I knew I had to do it. I used my free hand to feel for dampness butthe nappy seemed to hold. It felt wet enough inside the nappy though. Itwas warm, bulging and very heavy. I really did not like this. What if itleaked in the night, or would I go again in the night? I lay very still notdaring to move.It was a long night all round. I could actually smell the pee and really didnot want to know what was going on inside that nappy. It was completelydisgusting. I must have laid like that into the small hours of the night,but eventually I guess I dropped off. It was a long night and notcomfortable.I woke much earlier than Sir had requested, it was light outside and I knewstraight away I would not go back to sleep, there were a few moments as awokewhere I forgot my predicament but I soon realised. I checked the nappy, ithad held and it smelt, it was very bulky between my legs and had expanded toget very large.I had three hours to wait until I was allowed to move. Three long hours. Ihoped the next instruction from Sir would allow me to clean myself up. Itwas a long long wait, I tried to doze but my mind was racing. Eventually itwas time to rise and see what was next for me.Any chance of relief was dashed when Sir asked me to put a second nappy overthe first. Really? I had been stuck in the first all night and it was huge,soaked through. My heart sank. I was beginning to realise that being a slavewas much tougher than it looked in the pornos.Sir sent me a video link, I had to watch the video and copy it, it was a mandoing exercises in a nappy. The weight of the nappies made any kind ofmovement difficult, they are big bulky things and the first had a whole nightof urine locked up in it. I did my exercises, which left me feeling quiteout of breath. It was awkward and clumsy.After exercising, I was to escort kayseri drink from my dog bowl and have a brunch of coldmacaroni. I was very hungry at this point but the meal was so foul I couldbarely stomach a few mouthfuls. I could only hope Sir would allow me tomake a proper lunch.The next page of my schedule asked me to insert my ball gag and padlockmyself into my Lycra “Morphsuit”. Closing the lock was nerve racking, I shutmyself into our bedroom closet, tied my feet and handcuffed myself. Theorder was to wait here for an hour, but there was a twist, Sir had forbiddenme to bring in a clock. The total enclosure of the suit was claustrophobicenough but being locked in it was horrible. There was no way to take it offand it wrapped my whole body. There was nothing I could do to get away fromit, it covered my hands, feet, face. All of me.Sitting in the dark gave me plenty of time to reflect on what I was doing.Time seemed to go very slowly but I waited as long as I could bare, it waseasily an hour so I was happy that I had obeyed.But it was far from an hour. What seemed like an eternity was actually only35 minutes, I guess time goes slow when you are not having fun. My jaw wasaching from the ball gag, no one tells you how uncomfortable they after thefirst few minutes pass. This miscalculation of time had consequences, on thenext slide Sir had instructed me to keep the Morphsuit on if I failed to meetthe hour target. It looked like I was stuck in the nappies, and Sir asked meto take yet another drink. This was becoming unbearable. But I had to goon.And then came another bombshell, Sir asked me to take the dog bowls, dog foodand handcuffs out to my garage, still dressed as I was. For the first time Idoubted if I could complete my challenge. I had to do it, I was feelingvery emotional and drained.So, I grabbed the stuff, and went quickly as I could. I filled the bowl withdog food, and went to head back. Sir had not given permission to remove theLycra so I ran back to the house still wearing it. I say ran, it was more ofa waddle, the nappies were very full.Sir instructed me to pee again, I did as I was told.And then finally, Sir gave me permission to remove the nappies. They weresolid with pee. The next page of the schedule had me fucking my butt againwith the dildo. Another 20 mins. This was no easier than the first session,in fact it seemed longer than the first time. Perhaps because it slipped inmuch quicker this time, my butt hole was clearly loosening up, and so I wasdown to fucking it straight away, or rather it was fucking me. Or actually,Sir was fucking me. 20 minutes is a very long time to push an 8″ dildo inand out of your hole.I had mentioned to Sir that I had some odd jobs to do, and Sir had kindlybuilt in some time into the schedule. What I did not expect was that hewanted me to wear only my wife’s clothes. Oh, and he wanted me to go outinto the garden! He did not specify what, so I picked some panties andsqueezed into one of her tops, and some trousers.At five o’clock I was told to head out to the garage again holding the dildo.I knew some dog related role play was due.So I turned to the next page in my schedule, there were three instructions.One, I was to strip. The next part would carry me through to Sunday morning.I did not expect this, nor was it enjoyable in any way shape or form. Sirwanted me to be a dog, the dildo was my doggy toy, I was to roll on thefloor, get dirty, I was an a****l. I was also to sleep in the garage overnight, and if I had to pee, I was to go in my water bowl. I was instructedto leave both bowls empty at the end. This meant Sir wanted me to eat dogfood and if I pissed I would have to drink it.I got on with some dog like behaviour. I rolled on the floor – notcomfortable, it is solid and dirty. I dropped to the floor and drank water.As time went on I got hungrier and needed to pee. I was faced with adilemma, was I really Sirs bitch or had all this submission leading up tothis point been for nothing? I had to make my choice else I might as wellgive up. So at this point I positioned myself in front of the dog food,knelt down, and took a piece into my mouth. It was foul. It made mewretch. I forced some down and realised this was going to take a long time,but then, I had a lot of time and slowly, little by little, I began to cleanmy bowl.I slept very little, I felt exposed, it was not too cold fortunately butbeing naked in a garage still left me feeling vulnerable. Sir said I couldleave at 3am in the morning, which I did. I grabbed my stuff and I creptback into the house, I did not even have any of my clothes with me so Istreaked across the path.The hardest thing with waking up on Sunday morning was knowing that I had gota whole day of this ahead, it still was not over. Being a slave is hard.Really hard.Sir asked me to remove the jelly from the freezer, he also asked me to addthe other keys into the box and hide it in the garden. But there was nothingelse on the page regarding the keys and I did as I was told.There was one further instruction, I had to wear 5 different outfitsbelonging to my wife. And I had to ensure I was in a slutty pose. Sir knewI was not a comfortable cross dresser, the humiliations kept coming andcoming. It felt I was on the home straight, I had already been through a lotand there was no way I was going to let Sir down at this stage. I hadalready done worse. I put on the different outfits, I wanted to please Sirso I made sure I had matching underwear, tights kayseri escort bayan on my legs, heels, skirts,dresses. I did it all. Not only are women’s clothes uncomfortable but I didnot fell comfortable doing it. I kept thinking what my friends would thinkof me if they knew I had done this. I felt like such a little bitch. Sir’sbitch.I thought the cross dressing was over but the next command had me right backinto panties and a bra, oh and the butt plug was back in place. And then,another nappy… over the panties? I hope I was not expected to get piss onthem, the panties were borrowed and I did not want to soil them? Sir made itclear I was not allowed to use a toilet, if I needed to, it was to be in thenappy.Sir asked me to put on some high waisted tights, my wife has these “control”tights that are supposed to pull in your stomach, give you a feminine waistline. They also stretched right up to my ribs. And, as I was about todiscover, they were very very tight. It took some working to get myself intothem and pull them up. They gripped my body like nothing I had everexperienced, and once on they ensured I could not get to the nappy. I hopedI did not get an itch. To finish off Sir asked me to put on a one pieceswimsuit. This meant that there was no way I could get to my cock withoutstripping right off. It was a strange feeling but I was well and trulyrestricted from my genitals. The tights, nappy and swimsuit all gripped mybody making it very constrictive.I was relieved when the next page had me take a drink of water, and gave theopportunity to eat. I needed it. Sir asked me to eat a tin of beans fromthe dog bowl. I was starving and it is amazing what you are willing to eatwhen you are hungry… as I found out the previous evening. I ate the coldbeans getting my face covered in sauce in the process. A thoroughlymiserable meal.And then I turned the page, and saw that Sir wanted me to go out. In public.In a bra, panties and… the nappy. Of course I had my normal day clotheson top, but still… So I stepped outside, and walked down the road to theshops. Sir told me to go to the pub, so I ended up at the local, it isnormally quiet in the day, but not empty. I ordered a pint of lager. I havenever been so self concious in my life. I was very aware of that I probablysmelt strongly of pee. This was too much. I felt so pathetic, so stupid.But there was nothing I could do.By now I was really quite in need of a pee, but I held out. I finished thepint as quick as I could, but it was a struggle with my bladder reallyprotesting. There was no way I could pee in public. And due to my get up Icould not use a toilet even if I wanted to. That said, Sir asked me to takea photo of what I was wearing in the public toilets.I had never experienced an adrenaline rush like this. It reminded me of why Iwanted to be a slave. There is no rush like it.Sir’s public humiliation continued. I was to go to a shop, buy lube, acucumber and the “smallest” condoms. I did as I was told, although perhapscheated a little. My local supermarket has self scan tills, so it ispossible to buy stuff without talking to anyone.At this point I was practically waddling, my bladder was bursting and walkingwas difficult. I had to stop and relax enough to end the pain. So there Iwas, pissing myself in public, cars up and down the high street, peoplecoming and going. I literally could not have timed it worse but I had nochoice. And once it started, it flowed, and flowed, and flowed. I couldfeel the warmth of the pee spreading. Desperately hoping that the nappyheld. It did.My final public humiliation was to take a photo of my foot in a public place.Remember that my foot was actually encased in lady’s tights so this was notas easy as it sounds. I slipped off my shoe at a quiet spot and took somephotos. Cars were going passed so I really hoped they could not tell I waswearing lady’s tights.I got home, I was told to remove my clothes, but keep on the bra andpanties. I was to read my next instruction at 2pm. I was expecting the nextpage to have me strip, I needed that nappy off, I was not sure it could holdanother piss.But no, Sir had me back into my wife’s clothes again, he knew how to get tome. This time he asked for stockings and suspenders, he wanted me looking andfeeling really slutty. Oh and the Morphsuit on top. Locked. The key to thepadlock was in the garden, I was only too aware of this and of course I wasnow wondering how I was going to get it, I was covered head to toe in Lycra,and wearing high heel shoes. Sir kindly gave me the freedom to do what Iwanted around the house. I found wearing suspenders very uncomfortable, notonly physically but also from an emotional point of view. There is somethingvery degrading about wearing such a feminine item, I felt like such a bitch.It soon became apparent that doing anything dressed in Lycra, heels, notforgetting the bulging nappy, was not easy. You can see through theMorphsuit but not easily, and the Lycra gloves make doing anything hard. Icould barely use the touch screen on my phone.The rest of the day was to be spent watching humiliation pornos. It wasinteresting watching them again, this time I could relate to the men in thevideos. The guys in nappies, the cross dressers, the dog boys.I was now one of them, and I could never undo that.At 9 o’clock on Sunday evening I released myself, I could not take any more.I was now filled with shame, asking myself why I did this. It is odd whatguys do when sexually motivated, but I am glad I did it. I had to know whatit felt like to be a real sex slave, to feel really abused, to feel at themercy of another. And now I knew.I always know that this desire to submit will return one day and I will bebegging Sir to take me back under his control once again.

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