FurryWorld/Feline/fearfully accept his proposal

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He's a big lion who just crushed one of your balls and can probably lift you off the ground with one paw. What else are you going to say but "Yes, Master."?

His smile broadens. "I knew you'd come to your senses, kitty. Now, talking time is over." He presents you with your muzzle and you let him slip it over your head, utterly defeated. "You just called me Master - I think that fits. You need someone strong to make decisions for you, kitty. And I guess that makes you my slave." He scratches his luxurious mane before grinning. "Let's get started with your new life."

And what a new life it is. Under his instructions, you cancel your apartment lease and sell off your stuff before moving in with him. His own living arrangements are hardly what you'd expect from a humble delivery man: A large and spacious house, almost luxuriously decorated in a savage style with furs and African tribal art. Apparently, his relatives are quite well-off. You are kept permanently naked within the house and rarely ever get to leave it. Naked, that is, apart from your steadily growing amount of accessories. You are always kept muzzled, though your Master occasionally switches your regular muzzle for one with a penis gag molded after his own cock or has you wear a ring muzzle so you can blow him. When he is gone for a while and doesn't trust you to keep your paws off of your own cock, he places you in a chastity device. He never gets around to removing it, except for the one time when he has a zebra body artist come over and pierce your tongue, your tits and your little prick. You get to thank the artist on your knees, his cock stuffed down your throat, before he bleaches "kitten slut" into your fur right above your tailhole. The same words are engraved in the stainless steel collar that was welded shut around your neck moments after your original pink one was taken off.

You have sex most nights - your lion's appetites are insatiable and you don't dare deny him. Your cock strains against its prison painfully while your ass is being pounded. He often twists your nipples or hangs weights from them that swing below you while you present your ass with your tail in the air. When you hesitate, you are spanked severely. You would beg for mercy, but the muzzle silences you. After an evening of fucking, you sleep in the powerful arms of your lion Master.

Just once, you make an attempt at escaping. It doesn't end well. Your Master recaptures you within an hour. As he pins you to the ground with his left and holds your cock and ball with his right, you try to kick him, but you may as well have kicked a concrete wall. "Do I really have to castrate you fully?" he asks. You freeze, then shake your head frantically. "I might have to." His grip intensifies and you cry out from behind your muzzle. You didn't even get that one off while escaping. "Just a little more pressure and your second ball will pop." Just when the pain becomes unbearable, he turns his head. "No, I don't want you castrated. It was my fault. I knew you couldn't be trusted to make decisions for your own good. So we just have to make sure you don't get to decide anything anymore."

That is the last time you slept unrestrained. After your nightly fuck session, the lion now slips a straight-jacket onto you, with a chain connected to the bed. It takes only a few days for him to decide that you should wear it at daytime as well. Your ankles are outfitted with a hobble chain. But even these are temporary confinements: Your master has the basement of his house renovated and transformed into a dungeon for you. Sleeping in his bed after your evening fuck becomes a rare privilege for you, as you are usually carried to your cage afterwards. Your days are spent learning to become a better sex slave - he rarely calls you kitten now. You learn to give perfect blowjobs to a dildo and have a fucking machine teaching you to relax properly. One morning, the lion finds you in your cage where you had a little mishap. "It seems you still have too much control." he says while dunking your nose into your pee. You nod tearfully. From that day on, you are outfitted with a permanent catheter. Your Master delights in blocking the valve for long times or just running a tube from the catheter to your muzzle, especially when you spend more and more time in bondage. Releasing your urine into the toilet becomes rare for you and always has you thanking your Master profusely. It goes without saying that your ass is nearly always plugged up as well, especially when you have to hold in your daily enema.

When your Master has to go abroad for some time, he worries that you will not keep up your daily schedule, so he has a special harness constructed for you: Whenever you deviate from the schedule your Master has carefully crafted for you, an electrical shock is delivered to your tits, your penis or your asshole. But this is rarely needed - you obediently follow the course laid out for you, the machines in your dungeon driving you into a sexual stupor you rarely awake from. When your Master returns, you throw yourself before him and wordlessly thank him for finally delivering you from the freedom of choice.