I have been submissive for a long time, even before I knew the meaning of the word, and I still can remember sneaking out of the house when I was young with only my shoes, pants, and shirt on. I would walk to a place in the woods with a deserted unpaved road going through it called the Jungle Trail, and there I would strip naked, hide my clothing, and proceed naked walking along the road, leaving them behind. I loved the way my little bald cock waved back and forth as I walked, and the sense of freedom I felt naked. I would walk about half a mile in the woods down paths heavily used during the day, but mostly abandoned in the evening, or so I thought.

One evening, I was walking down the road naked when I saw headlights coming the other way. I did not know what to do... I jumped into the bushes just in time to see a pickup truck drive just a few feet past me. At first, I thought I did the right thing, but later I wondered what would have happened if I were caught. Would the driver have made me his/her (sex) slave? The thought excited me so much that I repeated the stroll several times, but no luck. However, since then, the feeling of being owned by a dom/domme or even a couple and made to serve them naked has excited me.

As the years went by, I settled into a more vanilla lifestyle, doing things as a normal person would do, but always in my mind, wondering if I would be a good slave to my potential owner(s). Thinking of being their slave and serving them/him/her dinner naked and doing housework that way excites me to the bone, but I could not tell anyone. I became so frustrated and so in need. But I kept my desires secret, closeted, until one day, while sitting alone in a local pub having a few beers, I had a vision that changed my life: a tall Asian woman walked into my life.

I was sitting there just wondering if I would ever be able to come out of the closet and let my true submissive nature fly like the wind. I wanted to shout, "I AM A SUBMISSIVE BOI. FIND ME PLEASE," but who could I tell? I just took a second sip of my beer when I could not believe my eyes. Standing in the doorway was a beautiful, tall Asian woman. She was looking around for something, but what a view. I did not realize I was staring and fantasizing that she was my Goddess. Suddenly, our eyes met.

I felt like I was spinning. Being consumed was being examined completely in public, and none of this was under my control. It was almost magical. My head was spinning, but I could not take my eyes off her. I was hypnotized to the point of completely losing myself in her gaze. Suddenly, I was awakened from my slumber by a female voice. “Hello, slave, is this seat taken?” I opened my eyes to see this beautiful Asian woman standing next to me, pointing to the chair to my left. “Well, hello, slave. May I have this chair?” I was in shock, but I invited her to join me. “Well, aren't you going to order me a beer?” she said in a commanding voice.

“Yes,” I called to the server to bring two beers to our table and helped my guest sit down. “My name is Mistress Power,” she said, “What is yours?” “Phillip”, I said meekly and very quietly in stunned disbelief. Who is she? Why me? “What was that you said, Phillip?” “Yes, Mistress Power.” “Well, Phillip, I saw you sitting here all alone and said to myself. "That one looks like a true submissive." Well, are you a submissive willing to give yourself to what you know you are?” For a moment, I just sat there, my cock twitching under the table covered by a checkered tablecloth. Again, I meekly responded, "Yes, Mistress. I think so, mistress." “What do you mean by, ‘You think so?’ You are or you are not submissive." Reflecting on my background, I realized I was, and for once I was being given a chance by my mistress to reveal myself. “YES, Mistress Power, I am a submissive male. “That's better. I could tell when I first saw you. Now are you owned?” Not knowing what that meant or what to say, I meekly answered, "No, Mistress."

“Well then, I can see you have true potential, and I bet with a little training, you would make someone a great pet and possibly even a sex slave. My partner and I have a stable of submissives like you who are being trained for auction. What you are willing to do today is not as important as what you will do after we have trained you. Phyllis, are you willing to be trained?” "Yes, Mistress Power," was my firm and only response. With that, I saw a slight smile on the mistress's face. “Until you sign my contracts,” Mistress responded, “consider me your manager. I will tell you how to prepare your body for inspection every day, and you will follow my directions completely. You understand...” “Yes, Mistress,” I again responded. With that, she proceeded to ask me very personal questions about my body and what my fetishes were. I told her in detail about my love of walking naked in the woods and how I have long wondered what it would be like to have been seen and captured naked way back then. Would I already be owned by a master or mistress? The thought of that excited me and my penis, which rose to the occasion, especially when I felt a hand moving up my left thigh. She asked me about my cock. How long, thick, or thin? My cock head, mushroom like, sensitive, etc.?  As her hand continued up my thigh.

I leaned back a bit in my chair and closed my eyes. Letting Mistress Power have her way with me. I was completely overcome with anticipation of what might come next and rose to full erection. As we casually chatted, I could feel Mistress Power's hand sliding up my jeans. I let out a small moan when it was right on top of my very erect cock and almost screamed when I felt her unzipping my pants. Looking under the table, I could see my cock still covered by my white undershorts sticking out through my trousers. I could not believe it when she started playing with my cock and freeing it from its bindings. I almost screamed when it burst forth, totally exposed to her. She then wrapped her hands around it, and I felt it pulsing in her hand. Oh, how nervous I was, but very sexually excited. To say the least. I was being explored in a public place.

Her questions came one after another. It felt like I was being screened for a job. What were my interests? Would I be willing to do odd jobs naked? How about errands? Would I be willing to be dressed as my owners wanted, even if I did not? Would I be willing to serve naked at parties or at a group get-together? My answer to all these questions was a humble and muted “Yes, Mistress.” I could hardly speak, and when she unzipped my pants, freeing my cock completely, I could just moan. I was so embarrassed, but I could not help myself. I answered all her questions. I was totally under her power and would do anything for her.

“Now, Phyllis, this is your new name with me. I am interested in adding you to my stable of subs and slaves. If you accept my offer of membership, you will be expected to obey me. You understand.” "Yes, Mistress Power,” I responded. “These things may at first seem strange to you, almost revolting at times, but all will prepare you for what you can expect once you are auctioned to the highest bidder. Be aware that we intend to expose you to sex, too. Your body will no longer belong to you. Your complete nudity is ours to use as we wish. You understand, Phyllis, once you join my stable, you will belong to me completely to mold as I see fit. Well?” Do not know where I got the words from; my eyes were closed, and all of me was focused on Mistress Power's hand caressing my now exposed cock under the table. "Yes, Mistress Power...."

“Now, after we are done here, I want you to get some hair remover, panties, and perfumed bubble bath. Soft music, a sexy movie, and go home. Take a nice, long bubble bath. Relax and think about me and your future as my slave. I want you to be ready for our next encounter. Wear no underwear at all for the rest of the week. I want you to feel almost naked.” She then handed me a self-sealing envelope, saying, “Shave your cock. I want it bald. Do not worry about the rest of your body for now; my partner and I will take care of that when you come to our house for your first training session. Just remove your pubic hair and save it in this envelope. I like to keep things like that with all my slaves' identifying possessions. You will be expected to sign some papers dealing with your voluntary giving of your body to me and my partner and your willingness to be sold after your training is complete.”

We will meet here again in one week. This will give you time to consider what you are getting into. There is no backing out. Once you are in my stable, you will be registered and prepared for examination by several potential buyers to ascertain any special attributes you may have and your sales potential. So, when we meet next week, you are to come minimally dressed. You should come with minimal ID and use public transportation if possible. If not, you will have to give me your car keys, as you will have no further need for them for at least one week. Be sure to inform your friends that you will be away. You are to wear no underwear, and all other clothing should be easily removable. We will shave you completely, so be ready. My eyes were still closed, and I was not sure I heard her, but all I could bring myself to say was "Yes, Mistress. Power."

For now, go home and draw yourself that nice warm bubble bath. Sit in it and relax, just thinking about what your next steps in this adventure will be. Remember to shave off your pubic hair and place it in this envelope. I want it next week when we meet again. Be ready, Phyllis. Oh, I almost forgot, "You must not masturbate till we meet again." With that, Mistress released my cock, whipped her hand with a tow-let, got up, and left, leaving me in a much-deflated state but still extremely excited and totally exposed under the table. I quickly pulled my cock back into my pants. Pulled myself together, paid for my tab, and walked out of the tavern and hopefully into my new life.

On the way home, I went to my local Adult Theater where I watched a sexy movie. After which, I stopped off at a local CVS and bought several things for my bubble bath, and at a local porn store for several items to stimulate the experience. After this, I could hardly wait to get home and strip naked. When I got there, I took my little package, found the empty envelope, and went straight to the bathroom, where I got naked, poured myself a nice hot bubble bath, and got in. Oh, how wonderful. I sat there for what seemed like hours, reliving my whole submissive life and how now it was becoming real. Oh, how I wanted Mistress Power to see me this way.

When I was done, I got out of the tub and patted myself dry. I had to be careful as I had a full erection and opened the package containing a new razor and shaving cream. Laddered up my cock and proceeded to shave it smooth, careful to catch every hair, placing it in the envelope Mistress Power had given me. Only when every hair was removed, and my cock was bald, did I seal the envelope and write on it the date and the words, "Phil's Pubic Hair for Mistress Power." I must admit I was more than a little nervous about this. By placing my pubic hair in this envelope, I got the feeling of finally being the submissive slave that I had always wanted to be, and that feeling was wonderful. But I was not there yet. Would I have the courage to meet her next week? That was the question. I decided to stay naked while in my apartment. So, I walked into the kitchen naked and proceeded to get a beer and a sandwich. Next, I went to my computer and looked up some good porn sites, including alt.com, bdsm.com, motherless, and others. Finally, when asked, "Are you owned. I can now answer truthfully YES!"

After surfing the web and engaging in several chats, I viewed a good dom/domme/sub movie to learn more about my possible future. As I watched, I got increasingly excited. The thought of serving unconditionally really excited me. Having no control over my dress and being naked in front of some stranger turned me on. My now bald cock became fully erect, and when I stood in front of the computer bounced like it had a life of its own. I could imagine myself being examined naked by Mistress Power and her partner. Maybe tied spread eagle with everything exposed, they would have complete access to my body. I would truly be theirs to enjoy. Oh, how wonderful, I thought. What could they do to me then? My mind raced with the thoughts that boiled up.

Oh my God, I would be naked and helpless. Mistress Power said I would be shaved completely once hung spread-eagled like this. I stood up and spread myself with my legs wide and my hands reaching for the sky. Wow, I thought, I would be naked before them. Then what? Again, I thought about what I would love to happen. They could photograph me, and I'd not be able to stop them... would I even want to? No, I want it. To give up complete control and become a perfect submissive. Oh, how I wanted to make my dream of many years become a reality. It was about to do so. I stood there for several minutes when I remembered that I had a full-length mirror hanging on the closet door of my bedroom. After patting myself dry and rubbing baby oil on my naked body, I walked to the bedroom, opened the door, and there in the mirror, I could see myself naked. Would I stand this way in front of Mistress Power and her partner? Could I stand this way to be sold at auction? The thought of it sent shivers up my spine but made my now bald cock become erect and bounce up and down like a marionette on a string.

After examining myself for a bit I walked to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. Then, before I could stand it any longer, I called up several friends and family and told them I would be gone all next week and not worrying about me. Finally, I got to sit down and watch a good porn movie about submissive males being used by owners. I was so excited I almost jerked off but held back as I promised Mistress Power. Watching the movie, I could not believe all those wonderful things could be done to a naked and willing submissive like me. It was wonderful. When I could not take it any longer, I went to bed and slept naked. The next morning, I got up early. Showered and this time made sure all my body I could reach was smooth. Oh, how I wanted Mistress Power to TRAIN ME. I got dressed but skipped the underwear part. This made me feel ready for submission. Cannot wait till Friday evening when I meet Mistress Power again.

The week went by so slowly. I could not get Mistress Power and her proposals out of my mind. I went to work every day without underwear and made sure to shave every morning and evening if necessary. My cock and balls were smooth to the touch. At home, I never wore clothing of any sort. My cock was always hard and erect. Now it is Friday morning. I will be meeting Mistress Power at the local Tavern at 6, just after work. I wanted to be sure I was completely ready for whatever happened. If she put her hand in my pants this time, she would find a bald cock ready to be her slave. Oh, I felt SO submissive as I put the envelope with my pubic hair in my pocket. I was going to give it this evening. Before leaving for work, I made sure I had only a minimal ID and no wallet as requested by my Mistress. I can think of her now this way, for in my mind, she already owned me. I opened the door, but I would be taking public transportation to work. I could walk to my tavern to meet Mistress Power. Oh, this was going to be a LONG day.

As predicted, the day was long and I could hardly wait till it was over, have a beer, and I could see Mistress Power again. I had a problem; however, it was extremely hard to hide my erection without underwear, and I had to hide the bulge in my trousers. No sooner than it was 5:00 PM than I closed everything down and literally ran for the door. I did not want to be late. This might be the first day of my new life as a true submissive owned by a beautiful Mistress and her partner. I did not know what to expect, but I had to be perfect. This adventure was very important to me, and I was SO ready for it. The local pub was just a few blocks away. When I got there, I was so happy to see that the same table was available that we used last week. I went and sat in the same place this time, dressed exactly as Mistress Power had requested. No underwear, tight-fitting trousers without a belt and a button-down shirt —all easily removable. I felt my pocket for my gift for Mistress Power. It was still there, thank God.

I flagged a server and ordered two beers but told her to hold them till my guest had arrived. One for me and one for my guest, who I expected to arrive shortly. My mind raced. Was I truly ready to go through with this? YES, YES, a thousand times YES. I am a Submissive and have been one my whole life, but unable to express my feelings. Now my long-held dream was about to come true. But what would it be like in real life? I sat there daydreaming about my situation when suddenly I heard this female voice, “Phyllis, this is your big day, are you ready?" I opened my eyes to see this beautiful Asian woman sitting next to me. It was Mistress Power. I could hardly talk. " Yes, yes, oh yes, Mistress.” At that point, the server came with our beers. Well... Do you have it? What Mistress? Did I reply? Then I remembered and handed her the envelope with my pubic hair. She took the envelope, looked at it, and spoke. " You know what this means, Phyllis?" “Yes, Mistress, I am ready to be taken by you and become what I was meant to be.”

So let us not waste time. Did you do as I told you last week? Yes, Mistress. I took the bus to work and walked there. Next week is entirely open. I have on just what you see, nothing more, and I shaved everything I could reach. Let us get this going. I will meet you outside. Pay the tab and follow me. We have a lot to do to get you ready for your introduction to our BDSM coming-out community at our friends’ party tomorrow. We look forward to meeting our friends and your potential buyers. Now, let us get a move on it. With that, Mistress turned to wait for me outside. I paid for the tab and followed her. Mistress Power led me to the parking lot where a flashy high-end car was waiting. She pressed a button on her keys, and the door opened. Get in, she ordered. This was the first time she spoke to me with real authority and command. I must admit it was a bit scary. Making me wonder what I was getting into, but it was too late to turn back now. Besides, I was too excited to do so even if I wanted to.

As I was about to get in, I noticed that the side windows were tinted, and the upholstery was covered with a nice, soft, cushioned fabric that felt like fur. The passenger side had a towel on the front seat. Mistress Power stated firmly, " Take your socks and shoes off before getting in here." I was a little taken aback hearing this and asked what I should do with them. She proceeded to unlock her trunk and told me to put them there. Oh, and here is a Wipe your feet before getting in here, and if you have a belt on, take it off and put it in the trunk too. Yes, Mistress, I took the Towels and walked to the back of her car. There, I took off my shoes, socks, and belt and placed them in the trunk. I then closed the trunk and was about to get into the car when Mistress Power again piped up. Open your pants and lower them to your knees. I want to get a good look at you. When you get in, you can remove them completely. Put them in the back seat. You will not need them for a while.

I was in shock but not surprised. Just did not think it would happen so soon. Oh, but I was so ready and EXTREMELY excited. I took off my trousers and placed them in the back seat. “One moment, Phyllis, unbutton your shirt,  I want to take some pictures.” . I did as order, Click, click . Suddenly, I realized that as I wore no underwear, my naked and shaved chest was completely visible to her. In fact, Oh My God, I was naked in front of a woman I hardly knew, who was taking me to be trained for sale in an auction, and I could not wait to see what happened next. Get in;  I  wiped my feet and got in. “Wonderful, Phyllis, you will make a good addition to our stable. Buckle up and now. You will not require that shirt when we arrive,  either.” We have a lot of work ahead of us to get you ready to be auctioned, but we will get you ready by the end of the year. Put on this blindfold now. Again, I did as commanded.

I felt her hand on my swollen, naked cock and let out a small moan of pleasure. From now on, Phyllis, do not call me Mistress; I am your Goddess, and you shall address me as such. I just sat there in silence, enjoying the hand that was now exploring my shaved balls. I cannot say how long we drove like this, with me almost naked, but eventually, I felt a bump and heard a garage door open. It is time to start your new life, Phyllis. Take off that shirt, place it in the back seat and get out of the car. I did as she ordered. Now completely naked, I got out and stood there. The concrete under my feet felt cold. The night air felt cool against my naked body. I waited patiently this way,  wondering where I was. How would I be trained? What was next?

Suddenly, I felt something being placed around my neck. I stood there and let Goddess Power dress me with what felt like a collar[1]. Suddenly, I felt a tug and then one command, “FOLLOW.” One more tug and I slowly followed my Goddess. Oh, where was she taking me? I was more than a bit frightened, but I followed like the submissive that I was now. She took me through several rooms and finally commanded. “Open your legs wide, stand straight back, and put your hands behind your head. Stand this way until I return.” Again, I did as I was told. As I stood there, totally exposed, my mind wandered. Where was I? What would happen next? What would happen to my clothing? Why did I even care? Seems like I will be here at least a week, a lot could happen.

I woke up from my daydream with a start when I heard a man’s voice. “Phyllis, we have a few forms for you to fill out before continuing your training and introducing you to some of your stablemates. With that, my blindfold was removed, and when my eyes adjusted, I could see a tall middle aged Asian man in front of me. I was in what looked like a kitchen with a counter before me. On the counter were several forms. “Phyllis, you must read and sign these before your training begins.” I felt a bit awkward standing there naked in someone’s kitchen in front of a man I did not know. “Oh, excuse me, my name is Master or Master Paul to you, and I am Mistress Power’s partner. Please read and sign these papers.”

I picked up the first form. It was a list of things I would allow and what I might object to. Some questions were: 

QUESTION                                                                     MY ANSWER
• Do you know what BDSM is?                                 Not really
• Are you willing to serve us naked?                           YES
• Interested in animal sex?                                             YES
• May we film and photograph you in action?        YES
• Blood?                                                                                    NO
• Whip, paddle, hand spanking                                      NO Whip, otherwise YES
• You will be auctioned to the Highest bidder        YES

After reading and answering the questions, I signed. Then came a list of waivers, each of which I signed. Then a formal contract or bill of sale. Would you be willing to be auctioned to sale, wherein I would give my body willingly to my new owners to be shaved, trained, used, and displayed in any way they wished for ultimate sale within the year. I signed this, too. It was too late to turn back, and I did not want to; I was starting my new adventure and could not wait to get these formalities over with. I would be part of a stable of slaves, each of whom will be auctioned to one or more masters/mistresses like me. I was beginning to feel normal signing and initialing these papers in front of Master Paulus naked.

Once I signed all the forms, Master  reviewed them carefully, ensuring I signed them correctly and making minor corrections and additions. “Phyllis, you know that potential buyers expect you to make yourself available for preview examinations on demand. From now on, you are a slave and will do whatever we ask of you, including odd jobs in and around the house. You will be expected to prioritize these activities on your schedule and may be required to stay overnight or for a full weekend.” Yes, Master Paulus, it was mentioned in the first form I signed. “Very good, and you know you are now officially part of our stable of slaves. There are about ten of you, both male and female. During the year, we have several parties at which prospective buyers are invited, and you will be expected to serve them naked or in a maid’s outfit. Are you willing to do this?” Again, all I could bring myself to say was “Yes, Master.”

“Very good, now Phyllis, show me your wrists.” Master Paulus then placed two black leather cuffs with studs tightened and locked each around my wrists so I could not take them off without a key. When that was done, he ordered me to step away from the counter as he had a few other things to put on me. “First, put your hands behind your back.” He then locked them in place. “Now spread your legs.” I did so, and he proceeded to lock ankle cuffs on each of my ankles. Next, he placed a new red collar around my neck, locking it in place too. “Now I must blindfold and gag you, Phyllis. Open your mouth.” I did so, and Master Paulus stuck a ball gag in my mouth and tied it tightly behind my head. Next, he blindfolded me so I could see absolutely nothing. Finally, someone hooked a leash onto my collar. I assumed it was Master Paulus, but I heard a strange female voice. She tugged on the leash and said FOLLOW.

I did as commanded, following naked except for the items I had on. By this time, I was beginning to feel like a true sex slave. I was more than a bit nervous but also exhilarated. Oh, I could feel an erection the likes I had never felt before. I wish I could have seen myself being led by an unknown woman, naked and not knowing where I was going. My cock is waving back and forth just like when I was a kid in the woods. I was getting excited, especially when I felt concrete under my feet and the cooler outdoor air. “Watch your step. We are coming to the entranceway door. I will help you.” With that, she grabbed hold of my very erect cock and, after feeling its firmness a little, tugged at it, and I followed her through the doorway. We walked a little, my guide still holding firmly on my erect cock. Again, she said, “Be careful, there are stairs. I will guide you.” I fell for the stairs. Sure enough, there they were. I carefully descended. “We are here.” Now, with a tug on my cock she again beckoned me to follow. I did so, and after a few steps, she ordered me to stand straight.

Well, here I was naked, blindfolded, ball-gagged, with cuffs on my ankles and wrists. My hands were tied behind my back. The feeling was exhilarating. All I could think was that I was a sex slave and was about to go on a real adventure. What was going to happen now? I could not wait. " Spread your legs wide” was the command I heard from another female voice. Again, I did as commanded. They were spreading my legs wide. As I stood there, I could feel someone clipping something on the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Then the tie connecting the cuffs was removed, and my hands fell to my sides. No sooner did this happen than my arms were pulled up over my head in a” Y” position. My arms were stretched till taut. I was lifted onto my toes.

I hung there not knowing what would happen, for what seemed like hours. I could see nothing, and the ball gag in my mouth prevented me from uttering a sound. As I hung there, my mind wandered. Could this be happening to me? I could feel the erection between my legs getting bigger and harder, sticking out like a sword. I loved the cool feeling of whatever they had done to me. I was so excited I felt I might cum without touching myself. I cannot believe I am doing this. Mistress Strong said. I would be trained for one year and then auctioned to the highest bidder. What did that mean? What was going to happen to me now? I could not hear a sound. Then I felt something spread over my body. Every inch of me was covered.

Whatever it was, it was cold... I could do nothing to prevent whatever was happening to me from being done. After a bit, I felt my body sprayed with what felt like warm water. I could hear it splash on the floor. Then silence. I was hanging there naked, not knowing what would be next. Finally, I heard this clicking sound: "Click, Click, click..." Oh no, I was being photographed, bound and naked. Oh, how wonderful. I guess I was always an exhibitionist, and this was a dream I have had since I was just a boy. I wondered what I must look like naked and hanging spread-eagled when I felt a warm spray like a light shower. It felt very relaxing, and I could taste it as it washed over my blindfolded and gagged face. When that was done, I felt hands on my body, wiping me down with a warm cloth. They wiped my legs and stomach, my tits and now very erect nipples, my cock and balls, my arms, everything. It felt so good.

Then, to my surprise, my blindfold was removed, and I could see for the first time since I signed the forms enrolling myself as a sex slave to my Goddess and her partner. My eyes took a while to focus, but when they did, I found myself in an exciting room, like a gym or maybe a dungeon. Paddles and whips were hanging on the walls, and a collection of leashes were there too. Various bondage items and a few benches were also scattered around the room. But what was most exciting was the picture of naked men and women hanging like me now on the wall. Then I heard a voice, “Yes, Phyllis, we will be placing your full-length picture up there soon.” I looked to my left, and there was my Goddess and her partner. We always take a full-length picture of our new slaves and post them this way so that potential buyers can choose from our stable of available slaves.

We just took several pictures of you and are in the process of choosing the best to post. Oh, and bet you can't believe what you look like now that we've removed all your body hair below your neck. Would you like to see it?” I was still gaged, so all I could do was shake my head “YES.” With that, Master Paul wheeled out a full-length mirror, and for the first time, I was able to see what a true sex slave looked like. I was shocked but also in awe. There before me hung outstretched with arms and legs spread wide a naked body, mine, with a full and very hard erection. I knew it was real, but I couldn’t believe it. Without body hair, I looked younger, and my erection was larger than I had ever seen it. Wow, impressive. Maybe not the biggest, but surely one of the most beautiful. I still can’t believe it was me, even to this day.

Then my Goddess piped up, “Very nice, Phyllis. Now that you look like the sex slave you are, we will begin formal training. You will have to be free for at least 3 days every month, and in the summer, you need to set aside one month for 24/7 training as a pet/slave. Potential buyers will come by and examine you, and we will need to keep you smooth like you are today. Well, Phyllis, what do you think? Are you ready to continue to the next level? With the mouth gag, all I could do was nod my head “YES.” Oh, how ready I was to go to the next level, whatever it might be. I was to find out very shortly.  Then I thought I heard my Goddess

Figure 1Phyllis Is closely examined by a potential buyer

say, “Let’s get on with it then and get you started in your new lifestyle. We have a lot to do before this evening’s event and want to be sure you are ready for it.  With that I felt myself being lowered to the ground.

Don’t know how long I was hanging there totally naked, but when my feet touched the ground, I could hardly stand and felt myself falling when strong hands grabbed me.  Don’t worry Phyllis said Master Paulus, “I have you, I won’t let you fall, just relax and let me hold you up. I then was freed from the bindings which had held me off the floor. Now just relax and try to walk I will support you. I did as commanded and tried to walk as best I could. We walked to the other side of the room where I could see a line of chairs with binding loops. Here now sit down while we get you ready for your coming-out event but first, I need to shackle your wrists and ankles to this chair.

Now saying with a bit of a chuckle, “Wouldn’t want you to get cold feet and try running off dressed like you are now.” (i.e., I was totally naked and had no idea where my clothes were now. ) After I was again bound Master said, Well Phyllis now I must hang this beautiful full-length picture of you which we just received on the wall along with those of our other new submissives. These will help your potential buyers preview what we have to offer before actually meeting you and the others at the event this evening.

I looked at the picture being hung by my master. It must have been at least five feet tall and looked more like a painting than a simple photo. It was me hanging legs parted and arms over my head showing me totally naked hanging from the ceiling . Now I was a bit embarrassed as I didn’t realize this would happen to me but from the look of approval on my Goddess’ face, I was happy. A photograph with me naked on the wall for total strangers to examine. Wow I was really becoming a sex slave and was excited that this was happening to me. I wanted this and now it was really happening.

My Goddess spoke, “Well Phyllis, what do you think. I knew from when our eyes first met that I had stumbled upon a perfect candidate for our stable. You are beautiful and I believe with training you will bring a good price.” She then patted me on the head and gave my very erect cock a squeeze. I let out a small moan and wanted to thank her for making my dream of being owned come true but with the ball gag still in my mouth all I could do was to nod my head YES. Very good, now Phyllis let’s get you ready.

With that my Goddess unshackled my hands and ankles and had me stand spread my legs and again put my hands behind my back where they were again tied them together. Next, she attached a leash to the red collar that master had put on me earlier. Oh, where was she taking me now? I was more than a bit nervous, but so excited that I followed like the totally shaved pet male that I am now.