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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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