I don't even remember his name at this point. He just goes by Slave.
He put out a Craigslist ad looking for a dominant woman to put him in his place. Typical desperate sub bullshit. Wanted to be ordered around, spanked, maybe edged a little. When I messaged back, he got all distant. "Not into men," he typed defensively. I remember laughing at the screen. Dominant women worth a damn are rare as hell. He knew it, I knew it. All I had to do was wait. His desperation and horniness won out in about three exchanges. "Fine," he said. "But we start small."
I told him the deal: come over Saturday, clean my house top to bottom. No funny business, just scrubbing. Oh, and he'd be wearing a cage the whole time...my little insurance policy so he wouldn't get any bright ideas about touching himself while bent over the toilet bowl. He showed up all timid and shit, blushing like a bitch, his underwear already soaked with juices leaking out of his locked up shrimp dick. I clapped the chains around his wrists and ankle.
He came back the next weekend because the denial left him stupid and aching. Then the weekend after. Chores turned into daily expectations.
The diapers went on because I wanted to see how far I could push a grown man before he broke into something soft, stupid, and completely mine. Because watching him waddle in thick padding and wincing at every embarrassing crinkle humored me. Because making him feel every humiliating mess he made amused me even more. Watching the way his face burns when the front sags heavier, when the mess smears warm against his skin, how the stench of shame follows him everywhere he goes, and how I won't let him change until he's earned it. Until he's debased himself enough to amuse me.
He has to beg now. Properly. On his knees, chain rattling, diaper drooping between his thighs. "Please, Sir, I need a change." I make him spell it out: tell me how full it is, how fucking pathetic he is, how much I own him. Sometimes I make him hump the mop handle while he begs, pathetic little thrusts that only grind the filth deeper. Make him plop and grind on the floor like a pig in the mud, oinking for me. If he's convincing, if he sounds broken enough, desperate enough, filthy enough, the self-loathing thick enough...maybe I let him crawl to the changing mat. Maybe I tape a fresh one on while he whimpers and thanks me around the pacifier shoved in his mouth.
If he's not entertaining? If the performance is sloppy? Voice too steady, not enough shame, not enough squirm...I walk away. Leave him there. Forehead on tile, ass up, chain taut, stewing in his own filth for hours. Sometimes overnight. I guarantee his begging will get more frantic and pathetic the next time.
The cage keeps him leaking instead of cumming, and the humiliation just feeds the loop. Keeps him obedient. No matter how much he hates himself or debases himself, he'll do more and more for even a chance at relief.
He eats kibble out of a steel bowl on the floor now. Dry, cheap dog food. If he's been extra good (meaning extra pathetic) I piss in it to make it mushy for him. Easier to chew. He laps it up without complaint, ass in the air, chain clinking, diaper crinkling with every bob of his head. No hands. No manners. Just a hole that swallows whatever I decide to feed it.
He sucks a mean dick now too. That whole "i'm not into men" thing evaporated real quickly when he became desperate for a diaper change or for 30 seconds of buzzy time over his bulging diaper. Now it's just what he does when I snap my fingers. Eyes water, drool runs down his chin onto the front of his diaper. He sucks like his next change depends on it...because sometimes it does. He used to gag more. Now he just takes it deep, sucking and slurping like the trained little cocksucker he's become.
He never asked for any of this. Thought he was getting an afternoon of getting bossed around. Instead he got erased, one small concession at a time, until nothing remained of the man who put up the ad. Now he's just there: waddling, crinkling, leaking, sucking, eating slop off the floor, all because I find it amusing. Because I can do whatever the fuck I want with him. Because slaves don't get to decide.
He's mine now. Pathetic. Pampered. Filthy. Mine.
There's nowhere for him to go. No keys to the cuffs. No phone. No outside world left to crawl back to. Just the house, the chain, the diapers, the bowl, my cock, and the endless cycle of debasement.
I keep in diapers because it's funny how low he sinks. How much he stinks. How completely he's forgotten he ever had a choice. He's nothing but a toy. A sad, crying, crinkling, broken, obedient toy.
That’s all he is anymore. That’s all he’ll ever be.
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