Deep Shit

It started out that Adrian and I were online friends. A mutual interest in exhibitionism, in walking barefoot through the forest and sometimes getting naked together. The liberation of kink away from the mundane reality of modern life. From there, an online friendship grew over months where we talked about our deepest kinks, and I divulged my fantasies around bondage and humiliation to him. I had never actually served as a slave in real life, but the idea of submitting to a superior male was enticing, exciting and made me hard.

When he told me about an online acquaintance of his who was a master, I gave permission for him to pass on my email. It was a yahoo address rather than my personal email. Master Thomas contacted me without much delay, and the exchanges were that of a dominant and submissive. Harsh and degrading. I shared pictures with him, and short videos of me in the woods exposed. I loved the way I could be a keyboard slave, and the harshness of this new master. I was safe in the knowledge I was not revealing my true identity. I could listen to what he would do to me in a fantasy reality, and enjoy the fantasy. It was always a horny exchange and I blew my load many, many times thinking of the lifestyle he depicted. The reality of that lifestyle would of course be very different, but I slept soundly in my warm bed and enjoyed my freedom every day!

To this day I don't know how I did it. But somehow my iphone sent him a naked video of me from my normal, everyday gmail account. He didn't react to this, and I didn't notice. It was a few days later when my blood ran cold. He sent me links to my social media accounts, my address, my work website and the contact email of my boss. All linked to a simple "Let's change our relationship now slave."

At first I couldn't understand how he could unravel my life, but then I saw my mistake. My whole life - friends and family - there online and ready to be contacted. I was genuinely terrified and pleaded with him to end our relationship and leave it there. But his reply was cold and resolute. I pleaded and begged with him to stop and leave me alone, but all to no avail. My photos and videos would be sent to my workplace and to my friends and family if I didn't conform to his expectations.

I considered contacting the police. He warned me not to do so, and that he would send the damage before I had chance to rectify the matter. Part of me felt he wouldn't be so cruel, but his tone and his assertion that I knew nothing about him made me take him seriously. I knew nothing about his real life. Reluctantly, I explained my situation to my online friend Adrian. Whilst sympathising with me, he shared my view that the best course of action would be to go along with it. He felt Master Thomas would probably only be giving me the thrill of slavery and that this would not be the severe situation I worried it was. Certainly not risking my job and the respect of my family for.

Finally, after weeks of begging Master Thomas with no success at all, I realised that this was a very real problem, and I was in deep shit. That I couldn't escape my predicament. I asked him what he wanted.

My blood literally ran cold as he explained his demand. He said it was unnegotiable.

His terms were that I enter a 12 month period of real slavery to him. He would ensure that I had no means of escape in this period, and he would return me to the drop off point after 12 months. I therefore needed to find a reason to be away from communication for 12 months - a job sabbatical, a trip around the world, as far as everyone else was concerned. The fact I would be out of contact could be explained later when I returned at the end of my slavery.

He showed me a location - an isolated layby off a main road on the border between England and Wales. He told me that he expected me at this layby - without any car or belongings - at midnight on New Years Eve. And my 12 months of slavery would commence immediately. I was to be barefoot, and dressed only in a white skintight wrestling singlet. No belongings, no phone, no-one else. He warned me of the consequences of any attempt to trick him. There would be no second chances.

Christmas came and went, and I had no luck in persuading him. My daily life was haunted by a nagging fear in my stomach, and I cried with anger and frustration at my situation. I hoped that this would be some sort of wind up, but he reminded me that I had better make my arrangements to leave my life for 12 months. I was petrified, shaking in fear as I contemplated the danger of my predicament, but what could I do?

I am only 30 years old. I have a whole future ahead of me. Until now, I have always been the golden boy with natural good looks and body to match, and a solid career in law to give me the fine life I deserve. I couldn't contemplate how slavery could be an option for me. In Britain in 2020?

My boss was annoyed. I had given virtually no notice with a week to go, and his curt response was that he would see if he had anything suitable when I returned. I paid my flat rental for 12 months in advance from my savings, and my landlady agreed to keep a regular eye on it. She shared the excitement of my family at my impending backpacking adventure around the world.

I awoke on the day after a very fitful sleep, my head dizzy in confusion and terror. The journey from the city to the isolated location on New Years Eve was sombre and spent in silent contemplation. I couldn't eat in abject terror, shaking my head as I contemplated if this could possibly be real. Could I really live the next 12 months as a slave? To a man I didn't even know? This could not be real. I parked my car in a car park, located in a village close to the layby. With a sickening dread in my throat and dressed in jogging gear, I ran up the hill towards the layby. Hiding my keys in a gap in a stone wall for retrieval when I returned. I felt sure it would not be a whole 12 months before he released me.

As darkness fell, I crouched behind a wall in the cold December air, and waited for midnight to approach. With ten minutes to go, following his instructions, I stripped off my clothing until I was dressed only in the white singlet and knelt - hands behind my head - to await his arrival.

As the icy wind cut through my shivering body, kneeling in a white singlet, I heard the sound of a vehicle approaching. I couldn't believe that this was a real possibility, and that anyone could be so cruel as to do this to me, but I was soon in no doubt.

The vehicle swung into the layby and pulled up in front of me, the headlights dazzling me as I knelt there. Pathetic, cold, afraid. My cock and balls on clear display under the thin fabric of the wrestling singlet. Engine still running, the door opened and I heard calm, purposeful boots stride across the layby to me. A dark, large figure loomed above me and told me to place my forehead on the road surface in a gruff, unfriendly manner. This was no friendly greeting to reassure my nerves. Obediently and fearfully, I knelt on all fours, hands behind head, head on the tarmac. Acutely aware of how ridiculous I must look, and the massive difference in status between us. This man was potentially going to control my life for the next 12 months. Time stood still for a moment as I shook in fear and cold, my mind a whirl of confusion at my situation.

Quickly and effortlessly, he walked behind me and pulled my arms behind my back. Roughly he dragged my hands behind my back, cuffing them behind me before pulling me to my feet. My freezing bare feet on the road. And then, marching behind me, he pushed me to the rear of his vehicle. It was some sort of pick up vehicle, with a tarpaulin over the open rear of it. Roughly, he pushed me under the tarpaulin, and made short work of securing a short piece of chain to my ankle, chaining me to the side of the truck. I still hadn't seen his face when he pulled down the tarpaulin over me, and re-entered his warm truck. With a roar of the engine, I could not even contemplate the life of slavery that lay ahead of me.

Curled in a ball, dressed only in an obscene singlet, chained to his truck and very afraid, the truck lurched into the darkness and took me towards a life that I could not even envisage.