The descent to slavery

July 2025

9th - ‘Be good boy. Ban started’. Those simple words were the first orders Sir gave to me. No more cumming without his permission from then on. Sir ordered the ban to get me horny before our first meeting and it worked extremely well. Soon after the cum ban was imposed I was ordered into performing daily core exercises so my body meets Sir’s high standards. Sir requested a video of the exercises daily to prove I was doing them. It was a shock to the system - no more cum and lots more exercise meant I was suddenly very tired. I had to prove I was dedicated to improving myself for Sir.  

17th - ‘Jocks only from now on’. My arse felt very exposed at first with this change. Shorts felt so breezy now! I was quite conscious whether anyone would notice whilst also being very horny all the time. My arse is now always so exposed and ready for a fucking just as a slave should be. 

19th - ‘Don’t forget inspection’. In readiness for our first meeting I made sure to shave my cock and balls for Sir. Another element of my life controlled and dictated by Sir. I eagerly shaved to the best of my ability and was proud to be shaved for Sir. One step further into submission. 

22nd - ‘Video yourself on your knees wanking like a true slave being given permission’. I didn’t know it at the time, but this was the last time I was allowed to wank myself off. A cum ban was imposed immediately after I came. I was glad Sir didn’t order me to ruin the orgasm but I would have if ordered. My mentality was shifting at this point to think about Sir’s needs not my own.

27th - ‘Good slave. See you soon’. By this stage it was normal to be addressed as ‘slave’ by Sir. Another mindset shift that happened seamlessly since it felt so good and so right for Sir to address me like this. We had our second session and I did not get to cum. Instead Sir sent me home locked in chastity and with a chain collar locked around my neck. This was the first shift that felt very real, not just a hot roleplay on text and when we met up. The keys to the chastity and collar were locked in a lockbox I didn’t have the code to and I couldn’t take them off without permission. I also was ordered to start a chastity tracking calendar and to update it daily. It really hit me on the train home that I was Sir’s locked and collared slave. I was so fucking horny.

28th - ‘A reminder of your place… just to serve’. I had been texting Sir how the cage was pulling on my balls and how the collar was making me a bit nervous. What if people see? Sir was helping me understand that I have no choice now and that I have to accept my place as a slave. This was a difficult shift since I’ve always been quite self conscious about what I wear and care too much what others think. Ugh, what have I got myself in for? At the same time as I’m being mindfucked by this, I’m so hard in my cage that my balls are being tugged painfully. Fuck, fuck, fuck!! I’m struggling a bit with how helpless I’m feeling and how frustratingly horny I am. Sir’s encouragement helped me through this first major hurdle but it's a mental battle I’m still facing today.

31st July - ‘You need a punishment book’. I forgot to send any evidence of my core exercises being done to Sir and my first consequences for not prioritising my slave duties were dolled out. The sense of shame I had in disappointing Sir was a bit of a revelation for me since I realised how much I want to improve for Sir. I felt quite put out and sad for the rest of the evening and I went to bed quite annoyed with myself. I was also quite horny at the control Sir was displaying. This was my first lesson that any and all infractions will have consequences.

August

1st - ‘That’s the life of a Slave’. Sir was giving me some words of encouragement to help deal with the loss of control I was experiencing and making me very horny at the same time. It's good to know Sir has my best interests at heart with all the strict rules he is enforcing. My body is already looking much better. I was ordered to research my slave positions and list them for Sir by the end of the day too as a reminder of my place. Once approved by Sir I was ordered to take photos of each position by the weekend. These small achievable tasks reinforced my status as a slave in my mind and slowly eroded my memory of freedom. As I was taking the pictures and editing the photos into a summary photo for Sir, I realised how far I’d come under his control and wished I could wank to deal with the horniness. 

20th - ‘Want you to think about my cock entering your hole. Describe how it felt to me in the morning. Dream about it slave’. Sir knows I get very vivid dreams and is trying to control those too. He’s fully in my head at this point so it worked and I woke up from dreams about getting fucked whilst tied up by Sir. I wrote him a message immediately upon waking about worshipping his cock. Most of my days are tailored to thinking about Sir, or serving him, or preparing my body for him. The routine is making me more focused on my slave duties. I look forward to getting to send Sir a video of my core routine since I’m looking better each day. My brain is getting rewired and I don’t want to stop it. This routine is the new normal and life before this feels like a distant memory.

28th - ‘I’ll think on it’. Sir leaves me with that message to stew. I had asked whether I could take my collar off to go to a family event since it would invite questions I’m not ready to answer. I was told I would have to think of a trade off for Sir to consider my request. I wracked my brains and came up with a trade I know Sir couldn’t refuse. I offered Sir complete control over my phone from our next meeting. Sir countered by suggesting he takes control there and then. I naively agree and give up control of my phone forevermore in exchange for one night collar free. I’m a terrible negotiator but I also want to be under Sir’s control so it doesn’t feel like too terrible of a deal. Not even two months after my first order and I’m exchanging large elements of control of my life for just one carefree night. It's a wonder what chastity can do to a poor slaveboy's mind when used against him by his Master. 

September

1st - ‘Denied’. Sir was going through the list of foods I regularly eat as part of a review of my diet. Sir told me this was going to happen at the start of the month but it felt so far away that I didn’t think about it much. Now it finally arrived I was regretting not enjoying it while it lasted more. I can no longer have chocolate, pastries or biscuits and other foods now require permission from Sir to eat - even buttered toast! Only healthy foods are allowed. Sir does say that my diet is generally quite good and so he restricted some items that may have been allowed if there were more unhealthy things I ate. Suffering from success.

3rd - ‘I will block the two apps as punishment’. For missing chastity updates Sir has taken away social media which I use a surprising amount for the next 2 weeks. It was eye opening but also difficult to deal with initially since it's so addictive to doomscroll. This in combination with the new food control was getting hard to deal with again. The phone control is absolute and I dare not break the food rules since it will be obvious from my weigh ins if I’ve cheated and lied to Sir. I was disappointed in myself again for failing at easy tasks so I understood why Sir was revoking privileges but it was still difficult to get used to. I was looking forward to getting the apps back in 2 weeks.

6th - ‘Glad you’re being good. You can have two treats’. A bit of respite from the food control brings me back from the edge of insanity. I was going out with some friends in the evening and of course had my collar and chastity locked on. I had no trade off like last time to request for it to be unlocked so I had to deal with it. I was slightly apprehensive about the collar being seen by friends but I was finding it secretly quite horny. I was grateful Sir let me have a treat too :). 

10th - ‘You are absolutely and completely under my control’. A reminder from Sir of my place after I completed a timewasting and demeaning punishment sorting sweetcorn and peas at 5am. I was feeling a rollercoaster of emotions and the reminder of control helps them all be pushed aside by a feeling of deep lust and submission. Sir knows by now how to get me through harder punishments and restrictions by teasing me and using my horniness against me. It feels amazing to be so mindfucked by Sir. 

12th - ‘I want a full blog of your experience this visit’. I had just got home from our session (see my post ‘Session 12-09-25’ for more details!). This was the start of this very blog and shows Sir taking control of even more of my free time up with slave duties. The horny reflections on service and submission are so hot to write and keep my brain in slave mode more and more.

19th - ‘You are mine, slave. Get used to it’. Sir and I were discussing getting a new chastity cage for me on a shopping trip to London since that cage kept slipping off my small balls. He was saying how he wants to call me ‘slave’ in the shop and I protested slightly saying I’d be too nervous. Sir sent that message to let me know I didn’t have any choice in the matter. I didn’t argue further since I have learned my place by now. I was very turned on by the control anyway so accepted my fate. I also realised it had been over two weeks since social media was taken away as a punishment and hadn’t got it back. I accepted this too rather than ask for it back since life has been better without it anyway. I have much more time to think about Sir and work on improving to serve him better. 

23rd - ‘Get in some leather and rubber for me’. I was working from home and Sir decided to take control of what I can wear. I got into my rubber shirt and leather trousers for the rest of the working day hoping I didn’t get any calls. I mentioned to Sir that I would need to take the rubber and leather off for the gym but I earned myself a punishment for that since I was assuming that Sir would let me take it off. ‘Sometimes you forget you’re under my control and assume you have some level of say in things’. I was frustrated at myself for making an error and did my core in my sweaty rubber and leather. Sir is getting in my head more and more and taking away more control from me by making my decisions for me. I can’t help but accept them and don’t even think to protest anymore. I just submit to his control. 

Locktober

1st - ‘I like the new cage on you. Send me a pic when home completely naked with the chastity and strap on. Hands on head and legs apart’. I immediately comply when home and proudly display my new cage to Sir. We just spent the day getting my new cage and some new rubber (see my post ‘Locktober Shopping Trip' for more details 😈). It was my first time wearing the collar visibly in public and it was a big step. I never could have anticipated having it out like that back when I first wore it. The steady taking of control meant it could happen including mentally wearing me down and making me accept my place. Thank you sir for controlling me so completely. I can’t wait to see what Locktober has to offer.