Descent of a No-Limits Sub

Tim twiddled his thumbs nervously as he scanned his email carefully. He should get a notification any minute if it had worked, if he'd been selected. The outcome of literally the past 5 years of his life. He'd carefully saved, plotted, applied, and now he was going to find out whether he'd succeeded.

Tim was a pervert. Specifically an extreme service sub that wanted nothing more to make kink his lifestyle. Specifically he wanted to be owned by a dominant and forced to do anything and everything they wanted him to do. He imagined the things they'd do to him constantly. Once, many years ago he'd found the perfect situation. A mysterious couple who lived in an undisclosed remote countryside. Every couple years, they would accept applications to be their sexual plaything - but applying was expensive. The minimum cost to be accepted was $100K, and it was a bidding system, whomever offered the most money would be accepted by them as a no-limits toy. What they were doing technically wasn't legal, no one could be forced to be their slave, but as long as it was consensual and they were far enough away from the authorities, it was effectively slavery. At first he hadn't believed that the offer was real, but he had to investigate, just to be sure. Once he knew that the offer was legitimate, it became Tim's obsession. 5 years of hard work, careful saving and investing later, he had $500K to make his application. He didn't even know the couple's names, but in the next 30 minutes or so he'd know if his offer was accepted.

Finally, he heard a pling from his computer. A message - the message. His bid had been accepted.

"Tim,

Your competitive offer has been accepted. Before we give you instructions on how to find us, you are be required to send us several pictures and confirm the following.

1. You've cut ties with your day job and personal connections entirely.

2. No one has been told of your decision to be owned by us.

3. You'll coordinate selling or throwing out all of your earthly belongings before coming to us.

In the box that has just been delivered, there is a chastity cage and butt plug. Put these in, and send us picture proof over this email."

There were no names attached and it was a generic email. Tim knew it would be intense, but it sounds like they wanted him to be a complete drifter.

Looking outside his door, he found the box they'd mentioned in the email. He looked around curiously for any sign of who had delivered it. He couldn't see any car or individual that could have dropped it off. He went inside and opened the box.

Inside the box was a good sized butt plug, and a typical - metal chastity cage. As he started putting it on, it was clear they were both perfectly sized for him. There wasn't any locks, but as he finished putting on the chastity cage, he heard a click and he wasn't able to undo the metal locking mechanism he hadn't seen at first. There was a final, flexible metal rod, that he was confused about. After taking pictures of his new locked up and plugged body, he sent off the email. Suddenly, he felt the plug inflate suddenly, he reached down to try and remove it and found it completely impossible to remove with how wide it had expanded.

He got another message.

"Use the metal rod sound. Insert it until the round base is flush with the cage. Send us a picture. If you don't do this, the deal is off."

Tim gulped, he had done some experimenting with sounding, but not a lot. This rod was much longer than anything he'd worked with. He began to insert it, the discomfort and occasional jolt of pain making it extra difficult. When he finally got the base of the sound to touch the cage he felt another locking mechanism activate. He couldn't remove the sound. Panicking for a moment, he tried to find a way to remove it for some time, before giving up, taking the picture and sending it off.

"Good. Be at these coordinates tomorrow afternoon at 3pm."

The email included some longitude, latitude coordinates. After some initial research he found that it was in the wilderness away from the city he lived in about 3 hours away. He plotted how to get an uber, and dispose of the remainder of his belongings. He wouldn't be able to relieve himself until tomorrow at 3pm... hopefully.

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The next day, at 2:30PM, Tim stood in the hot sun, wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans by the side of an extremely remote road. The Uber he'd taken to get here seemed legitimately worried about his well-being, but was dissuaded from worry about his claim he was meeting some camping friends out here. He'd gotten paid, and he left. The last of Tim's earthly possessions was the $1,000 of cash in his pocket. Everything else had been wired or transferred to the mysterious couple's ownership.

Thankfully Tim wasn't a big eater and the plug hadn't caused too much discomfort, but the sound absolutely did. He had to relieve himself terribly and found himself pacing back and forth in agitation, looking at his watch for when they would arrive.

Finally, at 3PM exactly, a black van drove down the road and stopped by Tim. Two figures came out of the car. The first was a tall man with brown hair. He was easily a foot and half taller than Tim, and very muscular. The second was a similarly tall woman with a full chest and wide hips. Her hair was a stark blonde color. They both wore sunglasses and black clothes, which must have been immediately hot in the sun.

The woman spoke first, "Hello Tim. It's great to see that you have followed our instructions. My name is Susan and this is George. However you will only ever call us Mistress and Master. Do you understand?" She spoke slowly and carefully.

Tim looked between the two of them, awash with overpowering emotion. Finally! He'd get to live out the extreme kink lifestyle he'd dreamed about for years. They were perfect! Exactly what he'd pictured! With a practiced tone he'd used thousands of times imagining this exact situation, he spoke, "Yes Mistress, I understand."

"Get undressed Tim. Everything." She said, still not taking off her glasses.

Tim began getting undressed, exposing a non-muscular body and feminine figure despite his locked away manhood. He even had a bit of wider hips, which he'd always been proud of. The heat from the sun felt intense on his naked body as the two individuals looked on with subtle smiles. "May I relieve myself Mistress?" He asked, looking for permission.

"Perhaps if you beg me enough." She said smiling.

After Tim had folded his clothes and stood completely naked, he took this opportunity to indulge in a personal fetish he'd always wanted to do. Haunching down on the balls of his foot and putting his hands behind his head, he began to thrust his hips pathetically. "Please let me relieve myself mistress!" He said.

Both of the figures laughed, "You really are quite the freak!" The man said, speaking for the first time. He walked up, using a small metallic fob, he pressed it to Tim's chastity cage, and Tim felt the sound dislodge immediately. He relieved himself quickly grateful for the relief. Tim thanked them, as the man began replacing the sound.

The woman spoke next. "Your ass will be plugged and you'll have a sound locked into you at nearly all times for the foreseeable future. Be sure to take every opportunity you're given to relieve yourself. Now get in the back of the car." She looked excited, but not as passionate as Tim expected, like this was the boring part of what they were doing.

As he got into the back, he saw that there was a simple seat with a seatbelt. The man handcuffed both of his hands to the armrests while he wordlessly put a ballgag in his mouth, fixed it around his head, and then placed a black cloth bag over his head. Seemed like they weren't going to ask him any questions. The woman explained just a handful of things. "We won't do anything too intense to you until we get back to the house and talk a bit. But if you chicken out at any time between now and then, we'll be able to get rid of you without you knowing where our home is. Nod if you're still ready to move forward. Tim nodded.

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They drove for what felt like hours. Being unable to see while they drove made Tim a little bit nauseous, but his arousal at this intense sexual experience far outweighed any resistance he had. He'd felt his cock straining against his chastity cage ever since he'd undressed at the side of the road. Susan and George spoke openly while he was behind them, but he felt like he missed big sections of what they talked about, only occasionally hearing them say something about contracts, tattoos, or some other idea. He was impossibly excited to see what they had in store for him.

Finally the car stopped and they pulled him out of the car. Still with the black cloth hood over his head, he felt himself being walked into a building, and eventually sat down at a chair. Finally the hood was removed. He found himself in a nondescript room in front of a table that had a stack of papers on it, a video recorder stood in one corner trained on his position. Susan spoke, "While the country will always respect your rights and do not consider you able to give yourself to someone's ownership like an object, we both know that's what you're here to do. This document formalizes this agreement between us. After you're done reviewing this document and signing it, we'll take you to the next room to get you prepared for your new life." She smiled down at him as George took off Tim's gag.

Tim immediately spoke, finding his hand wander down to his chastity cage. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you!" He said, unable to hid his excitement.

Tim started to look over the document, there were several sections that seemed to be present here mostly to inform him of how much freedoms they'd have. And it was abject and complete control over him in a variety of ways. They'd be allowed to videotape anything they did to him, abuse him in any way they wanted, control his schedule completely, put him into long-term bondage arrangements and painful predicament bondage, just beat him right out if they wanted, and most intimidating of all, change his body permanently. His fear was again only outmatched by his horniness. He signed page after page. Finally he reached the last page. Here it was a single disclosure "Right to dispose of" Interestingly it said they would under no circumstances kill him, which was a relief to Tim as that was one kink he did not have, but it said that they could relocate him to another owner, simply end their ownership arrangement, or put him into some kind of permanent prison arrangement. He hesitated for a moment, but then signed.

"Please read the sign as you look at the camera." Susan said.

Clearing my throat, I started to speak. "I, Tim Bradshaw, of my own free will and choice surrender all of my rights and powers to my new owners George and Susan. From this point on I will not use the name Tim, but will use whatever name they choose for me. I understand that I will never be allowed to wear clothing again, and that even serious and permanent decisions about my body and appearance will be made for me." Wanting to show off how eager I was, and feeling impossibly horny from what I was saying, I stood up from the table, did a deep kneeling position on the ground, and said, "Thank you!" To George and Susan. Afterwards I popped up and showed my cage and plug to the camera as well.

George groaned, "Finally!" He yelled, clearly impatient. Roughly grabbing me by my arms, he removed my plug, undressed himself and began to get ready to fuck me. He had some lube on hand, and his member was easily larger than any dildo I'd used before. I gasped in surprise at how he manhandled me. He quickly penetrated me, eliciting a gasp and shudder from me as I felt impossibly full.

"You're so impatient honey!" Susan said, walking up in front of me. She held my face in her hands and smiled. "George has been wanting to use your ass from the second we saw you on the road there." I grunted in agreement between his thrusts. She reached down and pinched both of my nipples while she began to kiss me. "You've passed all of our tests, and now you belong to us!" She said happily as her husband emptied his cum into me. I groaned in pleasure as I had been claimed for what was probably the first of many times. My ass was already much sorer than I expected. As I was recovering, I felt a thick metallic object being placed around my neck. As I looked up I realized that Susan had placed a thick collar around my neck, and locked it with a padlock.

George pulled his cock out of me, quickly replacing it with the same plug as before, which immediately once again expanded.

Susan attached a leash to the ring at the front of my collar and began to pull me along into the next room. "Time for the first round of adjustments, Pet." She said, her nipples clearly visible through her blouse. I had made it. My own personal heaven.

To be Continued.