You decide you can't risk being a slave for the rest of your life, especially not a man's sex slave. Even with a woman you wouldn't want this, but definitely not with Chandler. Your future is on the line, so you need to do this yourself.
You put the ring on your finger. You try to remember what Chandler said about the ring's functionality. You consider checking the instructions, but decide you can't risk Chandler waking up. You're sure his command to obey him would still apply even if you're wearing the ring. You need to do this now.
You picture all the commands Chandler has placed on you, and then think about them going away. Well, except for your bigger dick, that should stay. And your age. Your thoughts are getting muddied, remembering Chandler fucking you, and no, no, focus. Focus!
You tell yourself over and over, focus on Chandler's commands going away. You open your mouth. "The-"
A loud ringing sound fills the room, and it hurts your ears. The gem on the ring shines brightly, and you see a glow coming from your collar too.
Chandler wakes up. "What the hell is that?"
You look at him, you're panicking, and then there is a loud CRACK!
Everything fades to black.
* * *
You wake up, and your head is pounding. You glance at the window and see it's the middle of the day. Chandler isn't in the room.
The ring is gone. You check your neck and feel only bare skin, no collar.
Relief washes over you. It's finally over. You notice that your body is still modified, with no body hair in sight, and your abs are looking good. You tell yourself there's nothing to worry about.
You get up, and walk to the bathroom. You don't see Chandler in the living room as you pass through.
After you finish up in the bathroom, you're still naked, but you decide to check your phone first. Maybe Chandler sent you a message. Nope, nothing.
You sit around for a while, enjoying your restored freedom. You eat breakfast, and then kick back and watch TV.
Another Valentines' Day gone and you're still single. You really need to go out more.
The front door opens, and Chandler walks in. He looks you up and down.
"I thought you'd have gotten dressed by now," Chandler says, "It's 12:30."
You feel embarrassed, too embarrassed to speak. Should you apologize for not trusting him?
Chandler is still staring at you, but his expression changes to one of curiosity. "I see you still don't have any hair, and you're still a skinny little twink, any comment on that?"
"I'm sorry about last night, master," you say, "Wait..."
"Ah hah! Yes!" Chandler walks over to you, smiling gleefully. "Get on your knees."
"Yes, master," you say, obediently getting on your knees. "Oh no, fuck!"
"That's right, you didn't trust me, couldn't wait until morning, and now those commands I left on you are permanent."
"Master, no, you can just choose not to give me any orders," you say, pleading, "Just tell me to put my clothes back on and we can forget about this."
Chandler is still smiling, watching you squirm.
"Master, what happened to the ring, and the collar? Show me where they are and I'll fix it."
"They don't work anymore, the crystals shattered and broke. The instructions said they were unstable if the collar and ring were worn by the same person."
"You didn't tell me that, master!"
"I didn't think you were going to try something crazy like that," Chandler says. "And you bought them, I didn't think I needed to tell you to read the fucking manual."
Kneeling in front of your master, naked and bare, you break down and beg. "Please, master, please, I'll do anything, just don't give me any more commands, please!"
"I was going to do my part, this is all your fault. Now you can enjoy the consequences of your own actions," Chandler says. "Get on your hands and knees."
"Yes, master," you say, while Chandler drops his pants. "Please, master, let me go."
Chandler drops to his knees behind you, and rests his hard dick on your butt. He grips each of your ass cheeks and squeezes.
"Let's...see how the week goes," Chandler says, then he shoves his cock inside you.