Your knees trembled as the so-called 'nurse' pulled you into the chamber deep within the labyrinth of the bondage asylum. The thought of what would soon be happening to you, and whether the broken servile being that emerged could even still be thought of as you, was terrifying, but there was no choice involved. Not anymore.
Recent legislative changes had seen you condemned to a tight fitting chastity cage and blocked erections and denied any pleasure; even what little stimulation you could get rubbing the exposed skin through the bars only made your suffering worse.
As a married man however instead of the keys being held by the state your wife had been designated as your legal owner and could grant a release anytime she liked- something she was in no hurry to do. Instead she told you that out of respect to the new law and place of men in society she felt it was only fair that she gave the chastity you'd been sentenced to a fair chance, and was more than happy to leave you stewing in frustration month after month.
Half a year later though you knew you weren't cut out for a lifetime of denial and went to her begging to do whatever she wanted to be allowed to cum again... if you weren't so desperate perhaps you would have spotted the sadistic glint in her eye at that moment which suggested this was exactly what she'd been waiting to hear.
Your wife explained that what she wanted more than anything was a slave. Not just some horny submissive boy doing whatever she says for the chance of a little relief, but a completely broken object to use and torment however she liked. Orgasms would be rare, but would be permitted occasionally with perfect performance, and if you agreed to submit to complete mental reconditioning she'd even allow you a whole 12 hours of freedom to play with yourself before the procedure.
You'd been too desperate to think it through or argue, and the following week the arrangements were all in place; the night before the orderlies came to escort you to the asylum she locked you in a cage in the spare bedroom and tossed your chastity keys inside. It seemed your imagination would have to suffice for stimulation but after so painfully long it was more than enough.
When morning came you were an exhausted mess. Your cock had been rubbed raw and you lay in a puddle of your own goo, but still it was the best you'd slept in months as finally the frustrating ache you'd lived with all that time had abated. Then you heard the knock on the door, and voices as your escorts arrived and suddenly, in your post-orgasm clarity, you realised what you'd done and what a mistake it would be.
You sobbed in the chamber as the nurse strapped you in place, affixing the mask and restraints, preparing the hypnosis files, inserting probes and sliding your cock into the sheath that would keep it on the brink throughout the ordeal. There were even cameras for the process to be filmed, she explained, for your Mistress to enjoy and even be sold as porn in countries where this sort of thing was actually fantasised about, and that the male chastity law hadn't reached yet. All in good time though, soon slaves like you would be the norm worldwide and there would be peace.
You didn't need to worry about that though, all you had to do now was take a deep breath, relax, and think of your Goddess...
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