Sadistic Nightmare

To clarify, this account is completely fictional, just another fantasy, and is intended for those who enjoy extreme sadistic content.

My life was totally normal, a 19-year-old boy, I had dropped out of school and become independent from my family, but without much excitement in my job as a waiter in a restaurant.

I was a simple boy, with a height of no more than 1.40 meters, thin but not excessively so, with straight black hair, semi-clear skin touched by the sun, without much physical composure.

I had stumbled upon the world of BDSM while browsing job ads online, but I had never paid much attention to it, other than to research the topic. However, due to financial problems, I began to consider it seriously.

It wasn't until I was curious that I entered a contact page of this type, where I created a simple profile, out of mere curiosity.

It wasn't until after a couple of months that I came across a contact from a Master who was near my area, and we began to exchange messages. In confidence, I shared my current situation, without much hope financially, with little success in my job search, and my family distance due to previous issues. He seemed intrigued, and we continued to chat normally for a week until he sent me a rather intriguing message, explaining that he had been thinking about my situation and offered to solve my life's problems by making me his "pet" completely.

I was unaware of the outcome for me, but he told me that if I wanted more information, I had to accept the proposal. He gave me time to think, and I took a day to consider it. It seemed acceptable to me; no more financial worries, and I would have something acceptable in life. So, the next morning, I sent him a message accepting the offer. He said we would meet the next day at night at a square to talk and finalize the agreement, and that I should use this day to wrap up everything and make it clear.

Once we finished chatting, I did as he said. I packed my objects and clothes in a suitcase, terminated my contract with the apartment landlord, quit my job as a waiter, and in family matters, practically no one had contact with me, so I left it that way.

I spent the whole day until the night of the meeting, where I went with my suitcase in hand, until I finally found him. He was a man apparently between 40 and 50 years old, dressed in civilian clothes, with a small, connected goatee, and a medium build without being muscular.

I felt nervous at the moment, and when he saw me, he approached me with a portfolio in his arms. We sat down at a table in the square with the lighting of a post spotlight.

"Do you see that you accepted the proposal and left everything as I told you?" he asked.

"Yes, I have everything finalized," I replied.

"Very well," he said, opening the portfolio. "Here, I have a slight contract for you to read and sign. Once you do, you will start a life as I told yo...