My Darkest Fantasy

I've always loved BDSM. I've fantasized about all kind of predicaments involving getting tied up, stuff inside a cramped cage, trained to take cock, and whipped until I submitted. The idea of being someone's personal sex toy gets me so hard, I can't stand it. I crave being objectified, humiliated, and enslaved. I often daydream about being in a fantasy world where I'm kidnapped by slavers, trained to become the perfect sex toy, and sold at auction to the highest bidder. For me it's gone so far that I now fantasize about living in chains, in dark cellars, basements, stored in heavy bondage in closets when I'm not in use. Speech restrictions like not being able to talk without Master's permission or being required to refer to myself in the third person or as an "it" also get me off. I dream about my cock being locked in chastity permanently, the only chance of having an orgasm coming when my Master mercifully decides to grant it or fucks it out of me. I want my Master to host parties and pass me around to all his friends to fuck or put me on display so they can tease and torture me for hours. I don't want the aftercare after it either. I want Master to just lock me up somewhere so that I'm out of the way when he doesn't want me. Put me out of sight and out of mind until he needs me to suck his cock or take his load again. I want to live naked, forced to crawl on all fours, polish his boots with my tongue, and be his personal fleshlight. He'll feed me the scraps of His meal in a dog bowl and punish me severely for even the slightest infractions. He'll use me as a footrest, cockwarmer, and a table. I'm a slave so I'm not an equal. I'm a thing. An object. I own nothing. I want nothing other than to serve Master.