Slave CBSub

I've only been owned by Mistress Violet for about a month now. However, this past month has been genuinely the happiest I've been in such a long time. I found purpose in serving my beautiful Mistress. To commemorate my elatedness of giving my mind, body, and soul over to my Mistress, I purchased a little charm to attach to Her clitty cage. Just a daily reminder of my place and who owns me. A way to show my devotion and loyalty to Her. A way for me to express that I'm proud to be Her pet and a way to remind myself how lucky I am that She chose me. I will never be worthy of Her attention, but I'll try to prove day after day that I can be a useful tool for Her to use as She wishes! Thank You, Mistress Violet, for giving me purpose and direction! I am nothing without You! 

My beautiful Mistress Violet tasked me to write out my deepest fantasy in detail and this is what I wrote for Her:

While reading my book at a quiet café, a gorgeous woman approached me to inquire about what I'm reading. After talking for a while, she found out that I just recently moved here and am new to the area. She offered to show me around and I eagerly accepted. The more we walked, the more we talked, and we ended up having a wonderful day together. As we rounded back to the café to say our goodbyes and leave, I gathered up every ounce of courage I had to ask for her number. To my absolute surprise, she said yes! For the next few months, we would text nonstop and hangout constantly. I fell deeply and madly in love with her. She, however, leads me on purposely, but 'never ready to commit.' The reality is that she knows she has me wrapped around her finger. She knows I'll do anything for her. It started off small with everyday mundane things like getting the door for her, pulling her chair out for her when she was to be seated, picking things up for her that she 'accidentally' dropped, paying for dinner, etc. But then it started slightly escalating. She would have me drop to my knees in public in front of a crowd of people to tie her shoes, carry all of her bags when she had me buy her everything she wanted, help her pick out lingerie that looked sexy on her so that she could look good for her dates, and clean her whole house while she went and partied with her friends. I continued to do anything and everything she asked because I delusionally thought that, even though she'd go on dates and describe to me in detail how good the sex was, I was earning brownie points to be in her good graces so that I could one day be her next lover. My delusion was fed when one day during one of her shopping sprees, she confided in me that she always wanted to be with a man that dressed up in women's lingerie in the bedroom. Seeing my in (and falling face first into her trap) I coyly volunteered to do that for her. In a burst of excitement, she grabs my arm and guides me to Victoria's Secret. Instead of perusing the store discreetly, she ran up to the first employee she could find to ask for help picking out the 'series and sluttiest' lingerie they have. When the sales clerk asked for her sizes, she made sure to say, "Oh no, not for me this time. Tonight he is going to be my sexy little plaything!" The sales clerk turned to me stifling a chuckle while my whole body burned scarlet in embarrassment. After an excruciating and humiliating process of trying on lingerie while the sales clerk is now openly laughing at me and the woman I am madly in love with meticulously examined each piece on my body, she finally found a set that was perfect for me to wear for her. After I purchased my new lingerie, she commanded I show up to her house at 8pm sharp wearing nothing else but the lingerie. Being caught outside in women's lingerie terrified me, but I was desperate for my one chance to be with my enchantress. I knock on her door at 7:59pm; no answer. At 8, I sent a text saying that I was at her door. Still, no answer. I try calling her. It rang until I got her voicemail. A half hour passes as I'm waiting outside of her door in a hot pink lingerie set with black bows and frills accenting the piece on my freezing cold body. Another half hour passes and I decided that she wasn't coming, I look ridiculous standing out here wearing this in the dead of winter, and I might as well just go home. As I turn to go back to my car, her door swung open. "You really waited an hour in the freezing cold for me before leaving? Such a good girl you are!" That was all she had to say for herself. No apology. Just "such a good girl you are." Like she expected me to wait. I should be angry! Furious! Instead, all I could muster up was, "Thank you." I gave her thanks for humiliating me for an hour in front of whoever saw me standing there looking pathetic. She shot me a triumphant smile as she grabbed my hand and led me to my destiny. She opened her bedroom door. As I entered, I was in nirvana. I was finally getting my chance to be with the woman who was my world! She told me to lay on my back on her bed. I didn't hesitate. She immediately got on top of me, pinned my wrists down, and kissed me. My cock has never been harder than it was then. She leaned close to my ear to whisper, "Let me take total control. Let me tie you up." All I could do was dumbly nod my head yes. She pulled out four handcuffs. Soon, every limb spread across her satin sheets in four different directions locked onto each of her bed posts. She got back on top of me again with a blindfold in hand. The next moment I was in pitch blackness and my imagination was going wild. I heard her leave the room and return. She pulled down my hot pink panties just enough to reveal my fully erect member. Next, I felt a freezing sensation on my balls as my cock collapsed and its strong frame withered into nothingness. What happened next sealed my fate. She fumbled around putting something on my defeated dick. *Click* Then the fading sound of keys jingling as she walked out of her room and returned shortly after without the sound of keys. She ripped off the blindfold and said, "Now you're perfect. Now you belong to me." I looked down and saw a tiny pink cage surrounding my cock. I looked up at her and saw a devilish look of victory. The imprisonment of my 'itty bitty clitty' (as she loved calling it) changed everything. As day turned to months, I lost hope of ever being freed. I also became considerably more submissive. I skipped work so much to do menial chores for her that I lost my job. I also sold my house and car and gave her the money from the sales because it was easier to just live with her so that I could get all my chores done. She gave me a uniform to wear when I did my chores. A sexy, too-short maid's uniform that my pink cage peeked out from the bottom and showed off whatever slutty panties my Goddess had me wear underneath. Even when I wasn't doing chores, I was in women's clothing 24/7 after she disposed of all of my male clothes and bought me a new wardrobe. After a while, she started hosting parties with her friends where I was the main entertainment. It started off small with her and her friends teasing and laughing at me as I completed every humiliatied and degrading task they asked me to do. Eventually, it grew to them bringing random men over to fuck me for their entertainment. Having me thank each man while their superior cooks were lodged down my throat, then having me thank her and her friends while the men spit-roasted me as my small, pathetic clitty bounced around swaying underneath me abandoned, forgotten, and useless. My Mistress then took the next step by buying me a collar and leash and little collar charm that reads, "Mistress' Bitch." She would take me on walks with nothing but a pair of panties, my chastity cage that is a permanent fixture on me, and my collar. She would point out strangers on our walks that she would like to sleep with and I'd have to crawl over to them, prostrate myself in front of them, and beg them to go out with my Mistress. If they accepted, I'd have to kiss their shoes and thank them profusely. My old life is a blur now. I used to be a normal man with a life of his own. Now, I was Mistress' sissy pet. Free for her to use me how she pleased. I was her property. I'm still her property. Most importantly, I am where I was always meant to be; under my Mistress' superior boot. I finally found my place in the world. I am happy.