Enslavement · Part 2 (2/2)
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ct 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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