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Chapter 1  The Preparation



It was not my first party. I had been to five or six others, or should

I say I entertained at them. My jailer came by to tell me the

preparations would begin in a few minutes. Right on schedule, the slave

girls arrived and were let into my cell. I was bathed, shaved and

scrubbed in silence, and they were ushered out, leaving me alone with

my thoughts.



Since arriving here about a year ago, my life has drastically change, 

to say the least. Thanks to my jailer I am stronger and more muscular, 

and I'm sure that my old friends would never recognise me. For one

thing, I have no hair anywhere on my entire body. I have rings pierced

through my nose, nipples and penis. I have not worn clothes for the

entire time of my captivity. I live in a rather large cell situated in

the center of a equally large room. My walls are iron bars, so that I

may be constantly watched. My cell has two cameras to that follow me

wherever I move to. I have a large bed, a chair, a TV, a toilet and a

sunken shower and tub. It sounds luxurious, but being under this

constant scrutiny leaves one feeling very naked and violated.



Day to day I am under the control and supervision of my jailer, a tall

beautiful woman who reports directly to my Mistress. A lot of my

training is conducted by my jailer, who daily puts me through a workout

in the weight room to ensure my physical conditioning. She is also in

charge of transporting me back and forth to my Mistress, which is why I

had just been prepared.



My Mistress is a lady of about forty years, who is the publisher of an

underground magazine and the head of a secret society of women who

believe in female supremacy. They believe that males are in the world

to serve the needs of women, and that once trained properly they can be

allowed to serve that role. To them a male is a creature designed for

heavy work, serving the sexual needs of the female, and for

entertainment. Nothing else. They use the argument that his physical

strength, reinforces the belief in his being a beast of burden and

since his testicles, his most sensitive organs, are on the outside of

his body, they are there for disciplinary reasons. For all his strength

he is ultimately completely vulnerable by the females access to his

testicles. For this and many other reasons they believe that female

supremacy is the natural order of the world.



This Society of Women meet about once a month, and judging from all the

hustle and bustle around her today, I'd say that tonight's the night. 

If tonight follows the last meetings, I will be the entertainment, and

will be displayed for a couple of hours, then they will take me to the

games room for their further enjoyment.



When my jailer returned and entered my cell, I immediately dropped to

my knees and kissed her feet. Failure to show this kind of respect to a

female results in severe punishment in the punishment room. While

kneeling before her, I was collared  with a collar with a number of

rings in it, and it was locked on. Then wrist and ankle cuffs were

locked on. My wrists were drawn up behind my back and attached to my

collar. My ankles cuffs were attached together and locked. A leather

collar was snapped around my balls and tightened and locked. To make

the package complete, small bells were hung from the rings in my

nipples and the ring in my cock. I was now ready for the journey to

where the festivities would take place.







Chapter 2   The Party



I was made to walk in front of my jailer, high on my toes as I have

been trained. Since my ankles were hobbled, I could only take very

short steps. This caused the bells dangling from my rings, to echo in

the long hallways. Although they insisted in my total bondage, they

rarely blindfolded me, partly in the belief that a male should be able

to see the female, his superior in control, and be humbled before her. 

They believed this continued show of strength on their part was good

for the male's overall training. So in my predicament I made my way up

the great hall towards my fate.



The walls are covered in mirrors and I glanced at my reflection as I

walked along, completely naked, and the bells ringing in rhythm to my

footsteps. My chest protruded because of my arms bound behind my back, 

and my erect cock swayed back and forth. I could see how these women

found it erotic to see a male so completely under their control. For

many years males had controlled women and now we were being repaid with

a vengeance. The problem is that seeing myself like this, a part of me

likes the feeling of serving these beautiful creatures.



My jailer trailed close behind me. She was dressed in a red and black

leather outfit with hightop leather boots. Her in her leather and me in

mine. What a contrast. Making sure my progress was to her liking, and

that I was high on my toes, she laced her whip across my ass every few

steps. 

We entered the mirrored elevator and she pushed the button for the main

floor. When the door opened, I was forced out into a huge room occupied

by six to eight women standing around talking and sipping glasses of

wine. They all turned to look at me as I was marched into the center of

the room.



A smile came over the face of my Mistress as I was led to her. As

trained I dropped to my knees and kissed her feet. She attached a leash

to my balls and led me crawling around the room to kiss the feet of the

other guests. She then jerked me back up onto my toes and she led me

around the room so everyone could see me. She then handed me back to

the jailer who led me to a pedestal, about a foot off the floor. I was

placed on it standing high on my toes, and my nose ring was attached to

a chain above me and pulled up even higher, obviously with my nose high

in the air. A leather bit was jammed into my mouth, and on each side

protruding out about six inches was a cloth banner reading " The

Perfect Male". The women gather around to inspect me as the pedestal

rotated slowly in a circle, giving them a full view of me. Some of the

women made comments and others just sipped their wine and continued

their conversation. My Mistress announced that if they continued in

their work, that one day all males would be in this predicament and the

world would be a better and safer place.



With that my Mistress went to check on dinner and I was left to hang in

front of everyone. I could see myself in the mirror as I slowly

circled, and I wondered what they had in store for me after dinner.



When they went in to eat I was left hanging but after about an hour I

was taken down and ordered onto my knees. I was then blindfolded and

led crawling into another room. I was placed between the legs of one of

the women and my head was forced into her pussy. I hungrily licked and

ate her warm wet vagina and clit until she climaxed and then I was

taken on to the next one. This continued for about an hour or so. Each

one I went to was wetter than the last, probably from sitting watching

in anticipation. They all tasted wonderful, all were slightly different

but they were all delicious. I hated to have this body worship end but

finally I serviced the last on and was then led from the room.



I was taken into the games room and my jailer removed the blindfold and

finally my wrists were released from behind my back. Unfortunately they

were pulled up to an overhead streader bar and re-attached. My ankles

were unhobbled and they were stread wide apart and attached to

ringbolts in the floor. My jailer went to the wall and flicked a switch

and I was lifted up into the air until my body was stretched wide

open. Satisfied with the way I looked she left the room.



A while passed and suddenly my Mistress entered the room followed by

the rest of the women. They were dressed for business. All wore leather

halters and outfits sure to make a man shrink. Unfortunatly for me I

just got harder. They circled me and my Mistress announced she was

going to give a lecture on how to properly whip a male slave. She began

with a riding crop  and continued with a cat-o-nine-tails. I was ordered

to count her strokes and was crying out after the first ten. She

continued, expertly finding places to intensify the pain.



After about eighty, I hung before them limp and soaked. To finish up, 

she gave them each a turn of five each. Finally I was released form

suspension and given some water. No sooner had I devoured it, I was

retied with my wrists up behind my back again and my ankles hobbled.

I was informed that I was going to walk the gauntlet. Two lines of

women were formed, four on each side and they spread at least an arms

width apart. At one end was my Mistress and the other my jailer. I was

ordered to walk high on my toes towards my Mistress and when I got

there she would place a clothes pin on my body. I was then to turn

around and walk back to my jailer who did the same thing. This was to

repeat until all the clothes pins were attached to my body. To make

matters worse as I walked back and forth between the lines of women

they took turns in whipping me as I passed them, each taking a turn at

marking my body. To the delight of the guests, this torture carried on

for what seemed like hours, until I carrying with me all the clothes

pins. My nipples and my balls were screaming for relief.



When they were taken off I was taken to a custom made bench and laid

down on it. I was strapped in and blindfolded. It was designed so that

a women's sexual needs could be satisfied. She could straddle my face

either standing or kneeling, straddle my cock kneeling or she could

press a handle and my legs would be spread and lifted so she could fuck

me with a dildo. Or as was happening to me now she could do all of

these things at once. They took turns with me until they had all been

satiated and I was covered in pussy juice and sweat. My penis and balls

ached from not being allowed to come. I just lay there gasping as they

slowly left the room. 



My jailer led me back down to my cell and fastened my wrists to my

sides so I couldn't masturbate. I lay there aching and tried to think

of how this all began.





Chapter 3  The Capture



A little over a year ago, I had been a fairly successful ad executive, 

working all day and hanging out in singles bars all night. I had a

steady girlfriend but I used her mainly for sex and only paid attention

to her when I was horny. One night while I was out on the town, I was

picked by a woman who invited me back to her apartment. Naturally I

went and when settled in and she gave me a drink. The drink was drugged

and when I awoke I was naked and laying in a steel cage. After many

hours I was given some food and as I found out it too was drugged.



When I was awakened I was immediately blindfolded and led to a large

room. I was tied hand and foot and a rope was fastened around my neck. 

Then the blindfold was taken off. Beside me, in a long row were about

ten other men. We were all standing tall with our hands behind our

backs, and a noose around our necks. If we tried to move were were only

strangling ourselves. After a while a group of women filed and began to

look us over. If we spoke our noose was lifted and were pulled up

higher onto our toes. We quickly got the idea to keep our mouths shut

while the women prodded us and grabbed us by the balls. 



An announcement was given and they proceeded to auction us off. It was

unbelievable.  One by one we were put up on the block and the women bid

on us. When my Mistress out bid the others for me I was hauled away and

transported to her mansion.



That night I was brought before her in bondage and ordered to kneel at

her feet. I was informed that unless I did exactly as she ordered I

would be killed. My life was starting anew and my sole purpose in life

was to serve her whenever she wished. I was her property and she had

the bill of sale to prove it. All the trappings of my masculine power

were going to be removed. To further enhance my nakedness, all the hair

on my head and body would be removed. Rings would pierce my body so I

could be controlled and led easier. In case I ever thought of

disobeying her or trying to overpower her a small device would be

implanted inside my body that she could trigger by remote control. The

electrical charge from that device would immediately bring me to my

knees. She wore the control on her hand and it looked like a large

ring. With that I was led away.



Over the next few weeks I was under the constant supervision and

training by my jailer. How to walk, how to kneel, how to sit and

overall how to be subservient. I was shown the proper way to service

their bodies with my tongue, and how to worship their feet. And every

night I was hung and whipped to reinforce their control over me. One

night my Mistress appeared and fastened me up and made a ceremony out

of piercing me and inserting rings into my nose, nipples and through my

cock. Then she took delight in leading me throughout the house with

them. 



The next few weeks passed rather fast as I got a grasp on what my role

was and what my chores were to be. I slowly began to forget my previous

life and concentrate on the many new things I was being taught.





Chapter 4  The Garden



When I awoke the morning after the party, breakfast was brought to me

and I was unfastened and told to eat and shower. My jailer said she

would return in an hour and I was to be taken to the garden. I assumed

this was so I could be sketched. My Mistress like to put me into

bondage and sit before me and sketch me for articles in her magazine. 

She felt that the more women could see how wonderful it was to see a

naked male in bondage, the more would join her in her quest for female

supremacy.



I was taken from my cell in the usual bondage position for walking and

led to the garden. My Mistress was already sitting in her chair and I

knelt to kiss her feet. She told my jailer to crucify me and she would

ber back in a few minutes. I was tied onto a large mechanical cross and

she pulled a lever and I was lifted upright. My wrists were fastened on

the crossbeams and my ankles were tied to rings near the base, about a

foot off the ground. At first it was quite uncomfortable but it slowly

became extremely painful. My Mistress came back and waited until I was

stretched in a lot of pain before she began to sketch. 



She drew slowly as I hung before her. She talked about her new world

order, and how there would be no crime. She said that males had ruined

the world and that women and the planet had been victims for too long. 

She talked about her Society being a leader in the eventual control of

men and how they would be put to the use that they were intended for, 

hard work and pleasing women. She talked about keeping men strong and

in good shape, not feminizing them. She believed in strong women

controlling strong men. 



She commented on my progress saying that I was becoming quite useful. 

She mentioned that my predecessor had died on the cross that I was on. 

He had attacked one of her guests one day, so she had him crucified in

front of everyone, the guests and the other slaves. She said he had

taken a few days to die and it was very painful and if I ever did

anything like it I would face the same fate. 



With that she stood up, showed me the drawing and called for the jailer

to take me down.





Chapter 5  Female Slaves



My jailer was in charge of my day to day activities. Her other

duties included looking after the female slaves that were used

for grooming and for the housework. These females were quite

young and had been purchased by my Mistress after her Society had

deemed them not acceptable for the new world order. They had been

observed being subservient to men and chasing after them in their

daily lives and this had so enraged the Society that they had

kidnapped them and turned them into slaves. Because they were

seen as traitors to womanhood they were treated as less than

human. In the social order they were ranked less than male

slaves. 



My jailer treated them in this manner and at night you could hear

their screams come from the punishment room. Both my Mistress and

my jailer took great delight in the continued torture of these

young women. They were never seen during the Society meetings, I

was the only entertainment then, but on any other night they were

put through hell on the special devices that my Mistress had

invented to punish their betrayal to womanhood. 



She had them circumcised and had rings pierced through their

pussy lips and then locked the rings together so that they could

not masturbate or pleasure each other. Any attempt to have sex

together and they would face the most horrible of tortures

imaginable. I had heard of these things from the grooming slaves

who shaved me every other day. 



She had also had these women shaved completely and pierced

through the nose and nipples. They were allowed to walk on their

heels, because she wanted to save the humiliation of walking

hobbled on your toes for her males only. She had saved other

humiliations for her females such as being chained together at

the collar and wearing large bells around their necks so she or

the jailer always knew where they were. There was always two or

three of them together so they travelled like a train down the

great hallways. They were never allowed to speak but sometimes

they whispered to me while they bathed me. 



I felt sorry for them because they were so pretty and they were

always so horny. One night after I had been here for only about 6

months I was led bound and blindfolded to their cage and was put

inside with about 5 of them. Their pussy ring locks were removed

and they almost devoured me. I was tied down on a bed and they

took turns all night with me. Since I have been here that has

only happened once. 



My jailer on the other hand has taken me during the night to her

room and has played with me and fucked me and even allowed me to

come. She doesn't believe in the women's society but she does

enjoy having a male toy to play with. She loves to parade me

around while she whips me but she enjoys the power for sexual

reasons, not for some new world order. During my whipping she

also likes to caress me and whip me at the same time so as to

heighten the pain pleasure game she plays, but there is never any

doubt who is in charge and she never lets me forget it. 



My Mistress uses me in an entirely different way. To her I am a

slave, to be abused and tortured in any way she likes. She enjoys

tieing me on different apparatuses and adding clips and weights

to me and then leaving me to suffer in front of her. She loves to

see me squirm and suffer in my bondage. To her it is not sexual

it is just raw power. She loves to tie me in ways that one part

of my body when fastened to another part causes great distress.

When I try to move I just pull on another sensitive body part.

She just sits in front of me and sketches me for her magazine. 







Chapter 6  Equestrian Training





For the last few months I have been taken by my jailer over to

the back part of the house and outside to a ring that used to be

used to train horses. In the center of the ring is a post about

six feet high with rods about ten feet long coming from the top,

parallel to the ground. I am led to one of the rods, and a

harness is placed over my head with a bit gag attached. My arms

are drawn up behing my back and fastened to my collar. I am then

instructed to walk on my toes with my knees coming up level with

my waist with each step. Then the motor is started at the post

and the rods turn in a circle around the post. Since I'm attached

I also go in a circle. My Mistress often comes out to watch me

and she and my jailer sit in the shade as I prance by them by the

hour. When ever I make a mistake the whip soon finds its way to

my naked ass. 



As the day wears on my jailer will untie me from the post and use

about a five foot lead and make me prance around her. Since I am

so close to her she disciplines me immediately at any wrong move

I may make. I turn in a circle around her and can feel the whip

poised at my ass ready to strike. This does wonders in keeping me

focused on my duties. 



I am told that soon I will be decked out in leather harnesses and

bells and will be pulling my Mistress around in her carriage as

soon as I am fully trained.







Chapter 7  The Exchange





Sometimes different members of the Society would trade slaves or

exchange for a while because some were better at certain areas of

male training while others were better at others. They believed

that a well rounded slave should fit right in at whose ever home

he was assigned to. For this reason and because my Mistress was

going out of town on business for a month or two I was being sent

over to her friends home. There, I was told I would learn the art

of serving a very strict mistress. I was also told that this

mistress very much liked the idea of a slave on display to serve

a useful function. In short I would come back in a month well

versed in the art of being furniture, useful and ornate. 



On the day I was transported I was led in the usual manner to my

new Mistresses limousine. I was placed on the floor in the large

back seat, in a crawling position. My wrists and ankles were

attached to rings in the floor of the car. My collar was attached

by a chain to a ring on the door, and my balls were looped and a

chain attached to a ring on the other door. Of course I could not

move. I was offered my new Mistresses beautiful feet to worship

while we traveled. I was also used as a footstool on the two hour

trip. 



Upon arrival at her home, a large sprawling mansion out in the

country, I was again put in the walking position and led by a

large black female jailer to my new quarters. 







Chapter 8  New Home, New Rules





These quarters, unlike the ones that I was used to, were small

and very dark. The bed was small and had a large ring over the

pillows with wrist cuffs attached. There was a toilet and a small

shower. That was about all. I was told to clean myself up and I

would be reporting to my new Mistress in a half hour. I missed my

old home immediately, and the comfort that it provided. In

exactly a half hour my jailer arrived. She told me to assume the

crawling position and informed me that in this house I would

always be transported in that position. A leash was attached to

my collar and another one was attached to my ball collar. I was

told to heel and we made our way to the main livingroom for me to

be inspected. As usual as I crawled, her whip found its mark on

my bare ass as we went.



When we reached the living room I was led to my Mistress' feet

and I kissed them. With my head still on the floor she said that

in this house rules were as follows. I was to serve as her foot

slave only, most of the time I would be trained as an object on

display and used as a table or chair. During all of my waking

hours I would be put to use. Every evening, since she entertained

a lot and had overnight guests, I would be used as entertainment

and whipped for their pleasure. If any of her quests wished I

would be taken  to their rooms later where they could do as they

wished with me. 



She informed me that her guests would be arriving in a few

minutes and that tonight I would used for a coffee table. I was

taken to in front of the couch and in the same crawling position

told not to move. Leather cuffs were put around the tops of each

thigh and my ankle cuffs were brought up and attached. My wrist

cuffs were fastened together with a ten inch chain. My nose ring 

was attached to my cock ring, pulling my head down. And then a

large piece of glass was put on my back and was supported by my

feet, my back and my shoulders. Satisfied that I was presentable

I was left alone, trying to get comfortable, for the ordeal

ahead. 



The arriving guests consisted of 4 women who entered the room and

barely paid any attention to me. They talked and drank wine and

ate hors'douvres off of my back. Occasionally someone would make

some comment about me but generally the conversation was about

the usual things women talk about. Finally the glass was removed

and I was crawled over to the center of the room. From the

ceiling a device was lowered electrically and stopped just above

me. It consisted of a metal rod about 6 feet long, hung

horizontally from a large chain. On the ends of the rod were 8

inch long chains with leather cuffs attached. As I knelt there my

ankle cuffs were removed and these new ones were attached. I was

rolled over on my back so that my legs would spread far enough

apart. Then the electric switch was pushed and I started to climb

up in the air, feet first. When my head was about two feet off

the floor the motor stopped. My wrists were then stretched to

ring bolts in the floor leaving me hung spreadeagle upside down. 



The women proceeded to draw lots to see who got to whip me first.

I was gagged so that their fun would not be interrupted by my

making a sound. With that, the first lady got up and started the

evenings festivities, landing a riding crop  on every part of my

exposed body that she thought would make me writhe for her. The

rest cheered her on as again and again the whip found its mark.

They all took their turns and finally about an hour later I hung

in silence as they went to have a nightcap and bid for who got me

for the night. 



As it turned out it was the one who gave me the most severe

whipping. I was taken to her room and tied up on my toes with my

wrists fastened overhead. When she got to the room, she smiled at

me and proceeded to remove her clothes. She did a strip tease

until she was completely naked and then she rubbed her beautiful

body all over my stretched out naked skin. She brought her tits

up for me to suck and she caressed my cock and balls as well as

everywhere else. She then turned me around so I could face the

bed and she crawled onto the satin sheets and puffed up the

pillows and proceeded to slowly caress and masturbate herself. It

drove me wild watching her body and face react to the pleasure. I

longed to lick and kiss her and of course to fuck her, hurting

her a little for the whipping she gave me. 



Soon she was moaning as her fingers rubbed her swollen clit and 

her other hand pinched her hard nipples. I was as hard as a rock,

watching her and she enjoyed seeing me like that. Finally she

cried out as the pleasure rocked her body, and her toes curled

together and then flexed out apart as the waves washing over her

subsided. She lay before me smiling up at me. Then she stood up

and came to me. She started to pull me by my hard cock but since

my feet were fastened together I could barely move. Then she put

two of her fingers into her pussy and brought then out all wet.

She then placed them onto my lips and into my mouth. I sucked the

spicy juice off them and licked her fingers clean. She did it

again only this time as she placed them into my mouth she cracked

a whip across my bare ass. I closed my eyes and absorbed the pain

in order to get all of her juices. She continued this for a few

minutes sometimes making me try to reach her hand, as I struggled

with my bonds to get to her. Every time her fingers entered my

mouth the whip struck. Every time I sucked her fingers the whip

struck again. The control she had over me was so complete and so

delicious, I hoped it would never end. 



After she was satisfied that she was not dripping wet anymore she

took me to the bed and fastened me down spreadeagle and

blindfolded. Then she straddled my face and I buried my tongue

into her sweet hole going deeper that I thought I ever could. I

tried to push it to the very top of her pussy hole. I lashed out

with my tongue to her engorged clit and licked and sucked her

until she cried out again and again. She then lowered her

dripping wet cavern over the top of my cock and dropped all her

weight onto it. It hungrily devoured my cock, bathing it in

scalding female juice and the lust that she was feeling. She rode

me like a prize horse rocking my tied body up and down as her

pussy ravaged my throbbing cock. I cried out to her as my come

shot from my cock into her body but she would not stop, again

showing who was in control. This caused me to keep on coming as

her pussy seemed to suck out all that I had in my body. Finally

she stopped and I lay under her mastered and limp. She laughed as

she ejected me out of her and she again straddled my face

commanding me to clean up the mess that I had made. I sucked her

out and licked her clean and swallowed the delicious juices that

we had made. 



She rang for the jailer and I was led back to my small dark cell.







Chapter 9  The Waiter





The next morning I was awakened early and taken to my Mistress

who was eating her breakfast. She told me that tonight she was

having a special guest over and I was going to be the drink

waiter for them and I would start training for it now. I was

taken to a room that was wall to wall leather gear and

attachments. I was told to get up from my crawling position and

to kneel. One wrist was pulled up behind my back and an inch wide

strap was attached to it and then the strap was pulled over my

shoulder and hung on my chest. The same was done to my other

wrist. Then a clear piece of plexiglass about 12 inches by 7

inches was put up to my chest. On one edge was two clips that

attached to my nipples and the other edge had a slot that each of

the leather straps slipped through and then tied. The plexiglass

now became a tray that moved as I moved. Water glasses were put

on it and I could feel their weight on my nipples. I was told to

walk as trained up on my toes and to walk around the room, making

sure not to spill a drop. It took great concentration to keep the

glasses steady. I practiced for about an hour and managed not to

spill very much although my nipples burned from the weight after

the first two minutes. Satisfied that I would perform well enough

I was taken back to the room with all the leather gear and

outfitted for the evening ahead. 



Aside from the mistresses love of keeping their slaves naked and

vulnerable they also used humiliation as a tool in controlling

them. The use of bells on their pierced body parts and the

practice of tieing up the slaves balls and displaying the

stretched organs in full view was just another act of power. Also

dildos were used a lot especially when the end not up the anus

was made to stick out as in the tails used in the equestrian

outfits. The other thing about the dildos up your ass is that it

seems to increase your erection which of course makes your cock

stand straight up and if there is a bell or two attached on the

ring you seem to look that much more ridiculous and therefore

more submissive. 



The mistresses love to display you to their guests looking this

way which seems to show that they are a powerful mistress. And

you a virile male are completely under their control.



My outfit for the special guest tonight was to be the serving

tray attached to my chest, and held with instead of the leather

fastenings that I had been training all day with, now with red

velvet cords with tassels hanging down. A red velvet belt made

with a cord was also pulled around my waist and tied, with the

ends hanging down my side, also with tassels. A large dildo was

slid up my ass and held in place with red cord attached to my

belt in the back and looped around my balls in the front. Gold

chains were dangled from my balls down about a foot and two

weights were hung from them. Red cord encircled each ankle and

bells and tassels were hung from them and tassels were also hung

from my nipple rings as well as my cock ring. The dildo inside of

me was like a sheath and inside of it was a cat of nine tails

with the handle protruding outside of me. A red gag was also

inserted into my mouth and I was ready.



I was led to my Mistress to be inspected and she smiled as she

saw me. The bells ringing and the weights from my balls clanging

together as I walked made it rather easy to hear me coming. She

walked around me smiling and offered her approval to my jailer

and I was led to a place to stand and wait for the guest and well

as be offered up for display.







Chapter 10  The Guest







When she entered the room I couldn't believe my eyes. She and my

Mistress walked by me and looked me over and then proceeded to

the couch. I have never felt so naked and humiliated. After being

a slave for over a year now I was used to the people who

controlled me to see me in bondage and my slavery but I felt so

exposed to have someone from my previous life to see me this way.

Especially the person that I used to cheat on. 



My Mistress ordered me to the kitchen to get drinks and to bring

them to them. When I approached the guest with her wine she

smiled a rather vengeful smile and then turned away like I didn't

exist. As I was about to leave the room my Mistress called me

back and made me stand before them. She asked our guest what she

thought of her slave and ordered me to turn around so I could be

inspected. The bells on my ankles and penis jingled as I moved

and turned in a slow circle. I was told to turn away from them

and my Mistress pulled the whip from the sheath up my ass and

laced the cat across my ass cheeks a couple of times. She then

slid it back up the sheath and ordered me to worship our guest's

feet. I obeyed and kneeled before her and licked her feet. It had

been a long time since I had seen her feet and I was thinking

that a year ago I would never have thought of kissing them. That

was then and this is now. But I savored the taste of her toes as

I washed them with my tongue as ordered. I was then dismissed. 



As it turned out, my new Mistress was the aunt of my old

girlfriend and this slave exchange had been arranged for the

purpose of allowing my girlfriend to see that the Society was the

perfect way to correct the ways of the world. Seeing her old

boyfriend that had treated her so badly in the predicament that

he was now in made her realize that she readily agreed with the

thinking of the Society. It was for this reason that my new

Mistress was going to move to the house of my previous Mistress

since she was away and my girlfriend would take over my training

at this house. My new Mistress would stay and teach her niece a

few things for a day or so but then she would leave and I would

be alone with my old girlfriend. 



Having been dismissed my jailer took me to the room with all the

leather gear and attachments and removed the apparatus from me.

She said that a surprise had been arranged for me and I was then

taken to the Punishment Room.





Chapter 11  The Punishment Room



 

My jailer escorted me to the center of the room and stood me up

on a box about 10 inches off the floor. My arms were attached

spreadeagle over my head to awaiting rings hanging from the

ceiling. She then pulled a lever on the wall and the box I was on

slowly lowered to the floor, leaving me hanging. My ankles were

then fastened spreadeagle also to ring bolts in the floor and I

hung suspended. All other bondage devices had been removed from

my body so I was totally naked except for the rings through me.

Satisfied with the way I looked my jailer left the room and

closed the heavy wooden door. What I hadn't realized was that the

device that I hung from and the bolts in the floor were in some

kind of channel and they slowly turned in a circle. Therefore I

hung suspended and slowly turned round and round. I could see

myself in the mirrors in the walls as I turned about the room. 



After a while I heard the door open and Jane and my Mistress

entered the room. Jane was dresses in a leather outfit with

chains dangling over her beautiful breasts. She had on long

leather gloves and had a whip attached to her belt. My God, if

she had looked like that before I might never had cheated on her.

Anyway, like I said, that was then and this was definitely now. 



They both approached me and looked me over and my Mistress showed

her where all the toys were kept and what they were for. After

this had been explained in detail she showed her the rest of the

torture devices that were in the room. Since there were

spotlights shining down on me I really couldn't see the other

apparatuses that surrounded me and I really didn't want to think

about it. Once Jane had become familiar with everything including

a lot of books with drawings and pictures of tortured males, my

Mistresses approached me and said that a new phase in my life had

now begun. With that she left and closed the door behind her. To

reinforce her words I could hear the door echo in my ears.



Jane pulled up a stool and just sat on it about 15 feet away form

me and just stared at me as I hung before her turning in a slow

circle. With the whip in her hand she rhythmically tapped it on

the palm of her other hand. As trained, I never said a word. 

She sat looking at me for about half and hour and finally she

stood up. She walked to the wall of toys and came back with some

rope and looped my balls roughly until they were well stretched.

She said that they were the cause of my unforgivable behavior and

that from now on they belonged to her. As well as the rest of me.

But especially them. She let the end of the rope dangle down

between my knees and they she went to the wall and brought some

weights. She attached one to the end of the rope, and then went

and sat down again. Now as I turned before her not only was the

pain coming from my wrists rather severe but now my balls

throbbed from the weights. After about ten minutes she added more

weight. I cried out for the first time, but not the last. In a

few more minutes more weight was added. 



After a while she got up again and this time she brought over the

whip that she had worn on her belt. Every time that I turned the

whip lashed into my ass and I cried out every time. After about

thirty lashes she said that arrangements had been made for me to

be turned over to her permanently. I was now a piece of her

property. I was her possession. I was her slave. She said that

more would be explained later but for now I should know that my

life was in her hands, totally. I was also to address her as

Mistress Jane.



She then walked around in front of me and smiled and said wasn't

life funny. A year ago I had broken her heart and now I was her

complete and utter toy. She said that she loved the way that I

looked on display and in the next few days she would take great

joy in seeing me this way, displayed for her friends. With that

statement she walked out of the room. 



In a few minutes my jailer came and took me down. 









Chapter 12  My New Life





I stayed in my cell for the next day but later that night I was

brought to my jailer to the living room. I was brought on my toes

with my ankles hobbled and my wrists up behind my back. As usual

the bell were on my rings. When we entered the living room

Mistress Jane was sitting there with two of her girl friends. I

remembered them from before and had even fucked one of them. She

said to them, "Oh, you remember Michael don't you" and they all

laughed. I was ordered to worship their feet and when done I was

stood up again. I was led to a stand over by Mistress Jane's

chair. It was like a microphone stand only with a bigger base and

on the top of it was a large dildo. I was placed standing with

the stand between my legs and electrically the dildo raised up

and Mistress Jane inserted it into me. She then raised it up

higher as it impaled me and forced me up higher onto my toes.

Satisfied for now she attached thin metal bars from the base to

my ankle cuffs and spread my legs apart. My wrists were pulled

ever higher to my collar and a gag and blindfold were attached.



They carried on their conversation and Mistress Jane told them

how all this had come about and I could feel them looking at me

and occasionally laughing. 



When it was time for dinner the dildo was lowered and I was moved

to the dining room. The same arrangement was applied there only

this time the dildo came out of the wall on an arm and it could

also be raised or lowered. Once impaled on that one they

basically ignored me and ate their meal. After dinner I was taken

to the punishment room and spread over a horse and whipped.

Mistress Jane even let her guests have a couple of turns at

whipping me. Soon the evening was over and everyone left. 



The days soon started to fade into each other as I was given

regular training sessions on posture, equestrian training, and

sexual service to my new Mistress. I began to look forward to

bathing her,serving her and pleasuring her beautiful body. 



One day about a month later we received word that her aunt had

been killed in a plane crash. Mistress Jane was pretty distraught

but later she learned that she inherited all of her estate

including the mansion we were at. 



A few days later she had me brought to her room and knelt down

before her. I was told that because I had trained so well that I

would be allowed to have my hair grown out again, and the ring

would be taken out of my nose. I could even go out in public with

her and we would act quite normal, but when we were at home my

role would be as her slave. As I still had the device implanted

in my body, all she had to do was press the ring on her finger

and I would be at her feet on the floor. She said one day that I

may even be allowed to fuck her, but that was off in the future,

if my training progressed sufficiently.



I readily agreed to her proposal because by now I could not see

myself in the life that I had been living a year ago. I had grown

comfortable in my life as a slave and secretly I agreed with the

Society, that a mans place was at his Mistress' feet.





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