Master's preface:
This fantasy was written by my slave as part of his regular sex and masturbation journal. I judged the story to be good enough to deserve a wider audience, and have instructed him to publish it anonymously.
I think of my Master. He has implanted microchips into parts of my body, they have power over my limbs, over how much and when i piss and when i can defecate. They also control my penis - when it gets hard and when it can climax. Remotely He can make me horny, give me an erection or have me running to the toilet so i don't soil myself.
i try to attack Him one day but He just turns off my legs and i fall before Him. He later decides to have a microchip implanted in my brain that relays my thoughts to His computer. He tightens his control by implanting emotion controllers in my brain - if i don't do as He says He can make me sad and when He orders me to do depraved acts He makes me feel happy. Eventually i become addicted to the euphoria and become more and more His piece of meat. Finally his control over me is complete - i am upgraded so that He is able to compel me to come to Him when He wants me. He deactivates my tongue when He doesn't require it. He makes me erect and painfully horny, i leak precum always but no matter how much or how hard i masturbate i can't climax.
Eventually i become so frustrated that i try to get strangers to fuck me, He likes this but when i am with the stranger and on the bed He turns off my limbs remotely then has my voice say that i want it hard. As the stranger complies my Master then tightens up my anal muscles so that i clench, i'd scream for the stranger to stop but my Master puts me on mute or gets me to tell them to fuck me harder. My Master later decides that that sort of punishment is fitting whenever i don't give of my absolute best.
He rents me out too, but is always watching me - if i get into trouble he can release some of my adrenalin that gets me out of scrapes - but i'm seldom allowed to recover much before i must show my obedience to Him again.
Recently He has affixed microchips to my optic and auditory nerves, He can turn off my eyes at will. Later on He promises to make all voices sound like His so that i can't forget Him.
My skin has been altered to heal particularly quickly though it also shows welts and bruises better than before. My Master sometimes tears my skin with his whips. He is also able to control the pain receptors so even the lightest of His touches can be agony, he sometimes has my body held rigid while he traces lines of pain over it, i drip with excitement despite myself, and hope to pass out.
slave's comment:
The first time i saw a picture of my Master my heart leapt, when i met Him it was butterflies and fucking was more a communion than any i have felt in church, by sunset or song. This piece was inspired by my Master in the midst of all that and was intended as a mild entertainment for Him. Two years later i hope this posting brings Him some extra happiness. For those of you reading this i wish you the best of luck in finding your strange loves and not to waste your years in silly insecurities -- time is short and there are no guarantees.
4th December 2007