It had only been a few days serving my masters but every second I felt myself falling in deeper. Every day had the same routine, one filled with duty and responsibility and consistency and… pleasure. So much pleasure.
Every morning I woke up on my small mattress at the foot of the king size bed I once I called my own. My masters told me that property like me should sleep on the floor so I remember my position as a servant to them, the men who owned me. Sometimes I was woken up by one of them using my holes, a feeling I was coming to love and that I felt a part of myself craving.
Master Jeremiah preferred blowjobs. Some mornings he’d just hold his cock in my throat and stroke my hair and telling me how good I was doing. He’d cum down my throat or across my face and then leave me tied to the bed frame by a chain that connected to my collar. A few minutes ladder Daddy Simon would have his way. Every morning he fucked my ass once and deposited a load inside me that stayed there for the rest of the day.
Once he was finished, he would release me and send me to the kitchen to start my duties. Breakfast for them both and then cleaning up any mess I made. For these duties I was allowed to stand and left unblindfolded but as soon as food was ready I was to get on my knees next to the table, hold my hands behind my back, and close my eyes. I’d feel a blindfold slip over my eyes and the gag leave my mouth and I’d be instructed to eat. I wasn’t allowed to use my hands so I had to eat from a bowl on the floor using only my mouth. I always made a mess but my masters seemed to love this humiliating morning ritual.
Once breakfast was done, the gag returned and I waited patiently for masters to kiss my cheeks and leave for work. I was then allowed to remove my blindfold, stand, and start my chores for the day. I had expected my uniform to get in the way or make it difficult to do some tasks, but I was pleasantly surprised to see it hadnt. I looked down and blushed as I remembered what happened yesterday. As my masters promised, there were two final pieces to my uniform that I was going to get but only when it could be scheduled. When they left for work yesterday, they left a note for me to sit at the kitchen table and put on my blindfold. They left no other instructions besides “obey, don’t move from the chair, and it will be rewarded.” I sat nervously in that chair for hours until I heard the door open and a man entered humming to himself. The voice sounded familiar but I couldn’t place until he began speaking to himself as he set up something on the table. It was Tal, Master Jeremiah’s friend who did tattoos and piercings. Realization dawned on me rather quickly but I obeyed my masters orders and stayed still. Even as my nipples were pierced and a chain was hung from them both, I did not try to leave my chair. Even as I felt the needle of a tattoo gun press into my lower stomach, I did not move or flinch. I obeyed.
I stayed in that chair for hours, even after Tal left. He never spoke to me directly, he was probably following some instructions that Master Jeremiah gave him to insure that I felt like their property even around strangers. When my masters got home they praised me and touched my skin, as they examined the new marks and additions to my body. I moaned through my gag as they massaged ointment onto both areas, something they repeated every morning and night since.
As I stood up and took in the sight of my new markings, I felt my dick stir in its cage. My body and mind had come to love serving my masters. The marks, the weight of the chain and cage, the constant feeling of submission. All of it was intoxicating and made me want more. One of the most pleasant surprises was how restless I didn’t feel. Before I became their property, my days were consumed with anxiety and racing thoughts. Those were gone now, kept at bay my constant focus on my duties and the barrage of sensations I felt every second of every day. My mouth constantly filled, my ass constantly stretched, the tail running against my thighs, the weights hanging from my nipples, the weight of the collar around my neck. All of it kept my mind away from racing thoughts and focused on the feelings and providing the best service to my masters.
A phone buzzed on the kitchen table and I walked over to see the device that used to be mine (but now my masters now owned) sitting screen up next to a long list of my tasks for the day. I blushed even redder as I saw the background flash when a message came in. It was me, blindfolded, gagged, with two loads dropping down my face. My masters had painted my face yesterday when they got home, I had no idea they made it the background on the phone. I picked up the phone and saw that it was also know my contact photo in my messages. I also saw that my messages had a barrage of unread texts from my group of gay friends, all asking a similar question “whoa, what’s going on.” I clicked one conversation, my friend Enrique from college who I talked to every day and had hooked up with a couple of times, and saw a message and a photo had been sent yesterday.
The photo was me in my full uniform with my hands behind my back and cum covering everything from my face down to my caged cock. The message below simply read: “the person you know as S is now known as Property, Pet, or It. It has come under the ownership of its masters and has dedicated its life to serving them, and will be unavailable more often. Please change its name in your contact and feel free to change the contact photo as well. If you wish for more photos or would like to play with our property, you may reach out to these numbers.” Below that were the names and contact info for his two owners. I quickly clicked through all the unread messages and saw that every single one of my gay friends had seen it and responded. They all knew what I was now and they had all seen it, and a good chunk of them seemed extremely turned on by my new status and role in life. On many levels I was mortified and embarrassed, on many more I felt a sensation I had not expected, weightlessness. My masters knew what they were, they knew what was best for me. If this was how my friends should know me, then that is fine, it’s what my masters decided to do and I was to obey.
Another text came in, it was from Enrique.
“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you are ok. If this is what you want, I’m not judging. I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” I could always trust Enrique not to judge me. I had shared many horny fantasies with him, but I was still embarrassed slightly at my friend seeing me like this. I quickly fought back that feeing and typed up a response.
“Hello Enrique, yes it is more than ok. It has taken to its role eagerly and its excited to continue serving its masters. Thank you for checking on It.”
A response came very soon after.
“Ok, if its is happy, then I’m happy. I will say, it looks so hot all tied up and bound like that. I hope I get to play with it in person, I already texted its masters about coming over to see how it’s taken to its new role in life.” I blushed heavily reading that message. There was no going back now, I was just “it” to even my closest friends. I set down the phone and inspected the list. It was long. My masters expected much from me, and I wanted to make them happy. I set to work immediately. I cleaned the fridge, tossing away numerous bags of old food that needed to be dealt with weeks ago. I scrubbed some stains on the carpet next before dusting every inch of the living room. As I worked, the weight of my cage, nipple piercings, and plug all built up a feeling of hunger in my gut. It wasn’t long before precum was leaking from my cage. I tried to clean it up as fast as it came so it wouldn’t stain the floor, but I couldn’t always get it in time.
It took me a few hours but I finally made it to the last task on the list. It simply said “flip to the back.” I did so and saw one task left. I read it once and gasped. “Take your masters spare phone and record a video of you showing off you tail, your piercings, and your new tattoo. Send it to your masters and all of your friends who now know what you are with the caption ‘It’s name is property and it wanted to show everyone what a good submissive slut it was. Please praise it.”
I took a deep breath and jumped into action. I wasn’t going to disobey, I was going to make my masters proud. I set up the phone on the coffee table and angled it so it was just right. Moved close to show off both pierced nipples and the chain that weighed them down, the tattoo still healing on my pelvis that showed off my new name, and finally I lifted my legs up to show off the plug that continued to stretch me out and the tail that dangled down from its base. I sent the video to everyone I was instructed to and waited. Responses came quickly including at least two videos of my friends stroking themselves in response to what they saw. Then a text came in from Daddy Simon.
“I will be home in 30, prepare yourself for my presence and put on the noise cancelling headphones on the coffee table.” I quickly got up and assumed the position. Whenever I was finished with tasks and commands, I was to kneel by the front door with my blindfold back on and my hands behind my back. It didn’t matter for how long, but I was to hold that position until my masters came and got me. I placed the blindfold and noise cancelling headphones on and sat there. The deprivation of my senses seemed to amplify the pleasurable sensations wracking my body. They were soon joined by the sensation of the vibrating egg that was bound to my cage roaring to life. I moaned and panted but I stayed in position.
I wasn’t sure how long it was but eventually I felt the door slam vibrate through the floor. I then felt footsteps approach me. I didn’t move or show I knew someone was there. My masters didn’t like eagerness, they liked obedience. I knew I was to follow and not do anything I was not ordered to.
“Hello pet,” I nearly jumped when the words hit me. The headphones I had on were on and connected to his phone. “It did so good today. All of its friends are so eager to get a turn with our property. Its master and I are thinking about renting your ass out. It really wouldn’t be a burden if it was bringing in some cash.” I couldn’t tell if Daddy Simon was kidding but I would be lying if I said the idea of being whored out didn’t excite me.
I quickly signed back “It is yours to use as you please,” that earned me a good boy and a tug on the chain that hung from my chest.
“I have a fun day for us in mind so come along.” I moaned out as fingers laced through my hair and began pulling me on my hands and knees. Every inch I crawled came with waves of pleasure as every device on me or in me found a way to excite my nervous system. Through the haze of pleasure I thought he was leading me to their bedroom, but then we turned right not left and the floor changed to tile I realized I was wrong. I gasped slightly when a door opened and a cool summer breeze hit my naked skin.
Outside? We were going outside.
I nervously signed, “but what if people see me?”
“We’ll be in the backyard Property and we have no neighbors for miles. Did it forget we live far away from prying eyes, don’t worry. Besides, Property like It doesn’t question what Its owners do. We know best.” I quickly signed an apology and continued to follow my masters grip until the ground beneath me became grass.
“I’m afraid it will need to be punished for talking back. I would like it to sit up and hold its hands behind its back.” I immediately complied and waited for whatever punishment was to come. A second later, a stream of warm liquid landed on my chest. I stiffened as the stream continued and began soaking my chest, my neck, and slowly slid down my stomach, my cage, and onto my legs. After about twenty seconds the stream stopped and I was sitting in our backyard naked and soaking wet. I shivered slightly but the humiliation lot something inside of me. My master was just reminding me of who was in charge and chastising me for my disobedience. I will obey, I will always obey without question.
“Property like it sometimes needs to be reminded of its place. Disobey again and the punishments get more and more humiliating. Now I’m going to go shower. It will wait here and think about how it will apologize to me.” I felt his footsteps recede and hung my head. I needed to let go of my pride. It didn’t matter anymore, serving my masters was what mattered. I asked about going outside because I was nervous to be seen and forgot my duty was to serve no matter what.
“I will do better,” I thought to myself. “I will grovel and thank him for his punishment and the reminder of my position and will ask that he continues to punish me until he is satisfied and thinks I’ve learned my lesson.”
I wasn’t sure how long I waited but I did know that the sun started to set. I could feel the air getting colder and almost moaned from my nipples getting hard as the temperature shifted. As if on cue, cold water suddenly hit my chest. I let out a gasp but didn’t move as my entire body was sprayed down.
“It did such a great job accepting its punishment. I’ve never much been into piss but I do like how it can be used to remind someone that they are beneath me. Did it remind It of its place?” I shivered as the cool water soaked into my skin, stinging in the cold night air, but I didn’t let it stop me from following through on what I planned to do in order to show my remorse.
“Yes Daddy,” I answered via ASL “this punishment reminded It that its job is to serve you without question, without hesitation, and without regard to its own dignity. You are its master and it serves you. It ask that you will remind me of my position whenever you can so it can never forget.”
“It would let me do that again?” He asked cautiously. It was phrased like a question but I knew this was a test. A test of my obedience.
“There is no ‘let’ Daddy, you decide, it does not. If it was is needed it will thank you for this punishment every time.” I waited eagerly to hear what he’d say in response. I got my answer when a handle ran through hair and caressed my face, he was pleased.
“Good boy. Very well then, occasionally I’ll have to take It out here and remind It of Its status in this house. But for now let’s let it air dry.” Hands grabbed my hair and I was pulled once more. I heard my Daddy sigh as he settled into a chair. “Let’s take that gag off, Its mouth has a better use right now.” I didn’t even have second to stretch my jaw before his cock pressed between my lips. The hand in my hair forced me up and then down, fucking my throat with abandon. I cleared my mind and focused on the feeling and the service I was providing. It wasn’t long before Daddy moaned above me and I felt a different thicker warm liquid fill my mouth. I was about to swallow when the command to not do so filled my ears. I held my mouth open showing off the salty liquid filling it.
“Such a good pet, look at it. Does it like my cum, baby?” I quickly signed yes in response, “Of course it does. It loves cum so much. Property like it always does. It can’t let any of it go to waste that’s how badly it wants it.”
I nodded quickly and kept my mouth open for him to see.
“Ok, hold still.” I froze in place and waited. A second later a third warm thick liquid splattered across the bridge of my nose. I realized that he spit on my face, finally crowning his efforts to remind me of where I stood in our household hierarchy. “Ok swallow.” I did so immediately and let out a satisfied moan. A hand slipped into my hair again and I was forced down once more. A half hard length filled my mouth. I thought for a second I was to blow him once more but the hand in my hair just kept me there, keeping the cock in my mouth wet, warm, and safe from the cold.
“Good boy. I’m so proud of how well it has been doing. Even with its slip up today, it has been doing such a good job. It even took its punishment like a champ, that made me so proud.” I moaned with contentment as he stroked my face and ruffled my hair. “And oh the house, the house looks incredible. It’s been such a good boy keeping the house clean and it always looks so beautiful on its knees when I walk in the door. It even obeyed and showed all Its friends what it is now. I bet Its life is so much happier now that you are our property, right?” I gave him a small nod while keeping his dick fully sheathed inside my mouth.
“That’s a good boy. We’re going to stay out here until your other master gets home. Maybe he’ll want to remind you of your place too. I texted him a video of you getting your punishment and I am waiting to hear back.” I hummed in appreciation for so many reasons. The idea of that video being shared, the cock growing in my mouth, how exposed I felt. This was my life now and I could not be happier.
