SLAVE (noun) A.) a person who is the property of another and is forced to obey them. B.) a person who is completely subservient to a dominating influence C.) a device (such as the printer of a computer) that is directly responsive to another. D.) drudge, a toiler
The room was lit by a ring of candles around the rim of the large sunken tub and shadows on the walls danced mockingly to the flickering flames. A glass of Madeira was placed by the edge and it, too, seemed to move sensuously along with every light draft which wafted the flames, tiny pricks of reflection in it’s curve. It was the perfect place to relax, to slough off the stress of the day, drowning it in the scented bubbly warm water.
The Sponge remembered little of it’s capture. Just the sudden pungent cloth over its face, arms pinioned, strong male members flailing and kicking out sadly for less than a minute before unconsciousness. It remembered nothing of the trip in the windowless van and only awakened a long time later immobilized and fitted out for it’s one-time use with an overlarge sponge gag in its mouth. A splash and its mind was occupied with keeping its nose out of the water while toes clenched on the slippery floor of the tub, trying to maintain any buoyancy possible so that its head would stay above the surface. There it bobbled, neck craned achingly, sponge thrust in the air and nostrils flared to take in oxygen. The door clicked, a crack of light. She entered and touched a switch. Music filled the air. Stravinsky. The Sponge turned to look as She slipped into the tub with a sigh.
After a brief preamble of wine there was no delay. The Sponge was plunged under the water and held there by Her feet, thighs, buttocks, again and again until it learned that it must move its head back and forth the better to scrub away all the dirt, all the stress, of the day. Its lungs burned and it strained over and over again against the bonds but it could only reach the surface for a brief moment of air before it was pulled down to another spot, sometimes slowly, gently, as under the calves, sometimes roughly and with force, Her nails digging into its scalp as She grasped its hair and scrubbed the bottoms of Her feet, the crack of Her buttocks and back. Each time its sponge-filled mouth must move to Her whim, back and forth until She was satisfied. Then and only then was it allowed to bob back to the surface for a brief gasp of air and a strangled squeak before being soaped and sent under again. Panic began to set in and the squeaks became more pleading, the netted muscles flexed more desperately, but nothing must stop the bath which continued to the muffled splashing and the strains of the violin.
“Here. Now, here.”
The sponge sensed a change in the approach to the quivering V of Her inner thighs. It twisted away but was pushed down between them by two hands, perfectly arched feet holding the ball that was once a man. Its lungs burned insanely.
“And here. Yes. Yes. There!”
Sponge twisted its head and kicked what little it could but the motion only worked to further Her scrubbing action. It was brought up for one more breath of air and soaping and then thrust down to where the V came to a point.
“I want to keep you for another time Sponge but..but..I have to..have to..”
Her body arched.
Orgasm. Orgasm…………Bubbles.
Orgasm……………. Bubbles.
OrgasmOrgasmOrgasm.
She lay back in the tub gasping sweet air and grasped the wine glass with trembling fingers. In the water at the other end, a dark shape among the piled suds, a used spongs floated quietly.
She stood, water slipping in tiny rivulets over her perfectly clean body.
The wall was thick and pellucid, merely hinting at the reflection of crystal, the flash of the camera, a splash of color reflected from the wet circular rim of a cocktail glass. Laughter shattered against its cold, unfeeling flatness, to be swept into receptacles by the shuffling minions of those who had created this special environment, this crucible of glass and water, passion and pain.
The breasts of the mermaid were splashed against the glass wall, round and desperate, almost comical, moving up and down but without the squeegee sounds one might expect. The thump of the dance music drowned any specific noise that could have made it through the liquid medium of the tank and the heavy glass wall stopped anything else. The round aureolas measured themselves in pink-brown rings, centered in the still more pink balloons which pressed desperately against the unforgiving surface of the tank. Well manicured hands printed vertically, once, twice, pulling upward and with a kick of her tail the Mermaid reached the third air hose. Her lips closed around it and she began breathing again, if only for a few moments. The stem of the hose was only an inch of projection and she had to force her face against the glass to breathe. The spectators clapped.
‘Please help me! Please get me out!’
The plea came through the pipe as a garbled unintelligable prayer. The Mermaid slipped an inch and undulated her ass frantically to maintain her position near the breathing tube. Her legs, tied and locked cunningly into an impossibly tight green-scaled suit which fit just below her navel, kicked three times in rapid succession, using the lift from the false tail to keep her in place fifteen feet above the floor of the tank. Tall green fronds waved in time with her kicks giving the whole scene a surreal poignance heightened by the coral, rocks and other objects usually seen in a much smaller fish tank. Her hair, dark in the greenish light of the aquarium, floated behind her as she slid her hands higher up the glass to keep positioned. Her face was a mask of existential pain.
‘OhGodPleaseHelpMe!’
A short series of beeps preceded the whirr and click of machinery as the small pump slowed the flow of air through the tube. This allowed for the maximum emotional reaction, something appreciated by the crowd. Everything had been cunningly designed for the best aesthetic effect. Spectacles such as this allowed the winners of the world to relax, breathe deep, and enjoy the privelige of something approaching a personalized stress receptacle, albeit an abstract one, in which to dump the daily cares of the day.
Another click and a smug sucking sound signaled the cessation of air through the tube and the Mermaid felt, once again, the burning panic and frustration beginning in her loins, deep below the navel. The human portion of the mind stripped away once again she became the panicked fish-creature that her Owners willed her to be, the animal sensibilities taking over every portion of humanity.
‘Please let me breathe! You can’t do this to me!’
The mermaid pressed her body in a pathetic attempt to push through the glass, pressing her curvaceous body, breasts and hips, against the smooth surface over and over with the pathetic intensity of a rejected lover. Her fists pounded several times as her lips rounded into an O of pleading.
She now had an indeterminate time to wait for one of the other four airtubes, placed at various heights along the vertical surface of the aquarium wall, to begin bubbling precious life into her liquid hell. She fought down the panic and once again explored the surface of the tank. The lid was shut tight as before with no pocket of air. She kicked down towards the bottom eying the airtubes with increasing angst.
Of course when she was placed in the tank, minutes before the party began, she used the precious seconds between air cycles to try to remove the fishtail but her efforts were in vain. Her legs were bound tightly in layer upon layer of rubber wrap, having been tied securely. Fortunately she was a good swimmer and the humiliating tail actually gave her the impetus to move through the water like a fish. No one had told her the details of her predicament so when she realizewas no available air she had kicked back and forth across the tank, begging the assembling guests to release her. Her horror had only been amplified when she realized that she was one of the freak-show features of the evening, designed to titillate the guests and magnify the sadistic streak of shadenfreud which lies dormant in everyone but which was fanned to life quite easily in the assembled crowd of underground devotees of the bondage and discipline lifestyle.
It was about a mile walk from my apartment block to the city centre. An enjoyable journey through a small, safe park and along wide tree-lined streets. In the day time, when the weather was fair, that was. But it was early December, the sky was clear of cloud cover and the night was more than a little chill. Actually, scratch that. It was fucking freezing. My breath gusted visibly from my mouth, my cheeks and ears were starting to sting, and my fingers to numb.
Still, it would all be worth it when I reached the restaurant where Kathryn was midway through her Friday night date. Why? Because tonight my penis would finally be released from its cage after two whole months of chastity – that’s why!
I had barely made it through my first tortuous Locktober when Kathryn had cruelly and unexpectedly thrust No Nut November on me, laughing at the shocked expression on my face and my pitiful attempts to protest as she prescribed me with yet another month of chastity.
‘It will do you good,’ she had chortled as I had knelt nakedly before her. ‘Besides, you made it through one month. Another month should be easy. Plus, it genuinely does make sex feel better knowing that you’re being deprived. You do want my sex to be as good as it can be, don’t you?’
‘I…uhh…I…of course,’ I had stammered from the floor, a watery fluid leaking from the tip of my cage.
‘Then it’s settled,’ Kathryn had smiled, looking down at me from where she was perched at the edge of her bed.
She had then spread her legs, revealing that she wore no panties beneath her skirt.
‘Now crawl to Momma and make yourself useful, cuck,’ she had demanded. ‘It’s only fair that one of us should get to cum.’
My disappointment at not being released forgotten, I had rushed forwards on my hands and knees and buried my face into Kathryn’s clean, waxed pussy.
That had been more than a month ago now. Thirty-five days to be exact, but other than a swollen-balled, leaky-dicked me who’s counting?
Kathryn had been right. The second month had been easier than the first, but I honestly didn’t think I could have lasted a third. My dick was drooling day and night. I was waking up to sticky sheets most mornings. I was distracted at work, in a constant state of arousal, my achy balls always at the forefront of my mind.
Kathryn’s teasing had been tortuous too. Messaging me pictures of her in sexy lingerie, pre-date. Calling me post-date, waking me at two or three in the morning to speak huskily, drunkenly, down the phone. Telling me about all the things she and her date had just done. Fingering herself to yet another climax before hanging up and leaving me in a desperate, sleepy, lust-filled haze.
It was worse whenever I was summoned to her home. She would strap a dildo to my face and ride the girthy toy forcefully, moaning with pleasure as her pussy juices coated the silicone length and as her feminine scent overwhelmed me. Other times she would have me worship her sex for hours, taking handfuls of my hair and mushing my face roughly against her, slipping and sliding her wet pussy aggressively across my face, using me as her human toy. On other occasions she would plug my ass with a vibrating toy, catching the watery threads of semen which inevitably leaked from my penis on a tablespoon and feeding me in the same way a mother feeds her baby.
‘Open wide…here comes the choo choo!’ she would mock as I was made to consume my own seed.
Then there were the times she would call me over simply to hand me a long list of chores, before heading out to her Mercedes and driving away for…well, who knows what? She didn’t explain herself to me she just told me to ‘be a dear’ or to ‘be a good cuck’ or ‘a doll’ or ‘a darling’ and make sure everything was perfect by the time ‘Momma’ got back.
Worst of all (or maybe best of all, depending on your point of view), was when Kathryn had me knelt naked at the foot of her bed, the vibrating butt plug deep in my ass, whilst she lay spread-legged on the duvet, pleasuring herself with her vibrator and really letting her oh-so-evil imagination run wild.
‘How do you think I should let you cum when I finally release you,’ she said one time, between her moans and sighs as she writhed on the bed.
‘M-maybe you could let me hump your leather boots or leggings again?’ I had ventured hopefully in remembrance of the times she had had me do just that.
Kathryn had laughed.
‘No, I don’t think so. Leather’s too kind. You’ll enjoy it too much. Maybe I’ll get you to fuck a cheese grater instead,’ she had said, shocking me even as she let out a blissful sigh.
‘Or an onion…’
‘I’ll slice one in half and rub the pieces all over your eyes then watch you cry as you fuck another like a fleshlight.’
‘Or maybe I’ll buy a blow-up doll and have you fuck it in front of my friends…’
‘Or even one of my dates.’
‘I’ll have you fuck it in the same position he fucks me. First one to blow has to slurp up their own cum…’
‘How long do you think you’ll last after two months caged?’
‘Have you ever eaten your own cum in front of a hot stud before?’
‘Do you think he would find it funny?’
‘Do you think he would laugh?’
‘Do you think he would want to see you lick his cum from me when he finally filled my cunt with his big sticky load?’
Kathryn had me whimpering and shaking like a leaf, my dick-tip drooling an endless stream of slime as she reeled off the horrific and humiliating things she would like to do to me, all the while moaning and gasping and bringing herself to orgasm with her own sadistic imaginings and the softly buzzing toy.
Most of what she said was too farfetched to believe she would ever have me do, but Kathryn saying it still conjured up the awful imagery of it happening, and it drove me wild just to hear her utter the pleasure-steeped words as she lay there, moaning on her bed. Just to know that Kathryn had such thoughts and fantasises about me scared and aroused me to an insane degree, and had me tossing and turning late at night, my head filled with masochistic ideation, my cock straining painfully against its cage, my fingers eventually plunged deep into my asshole as I sought some kind of relief.
All in all, it had been a difficult two months of chastity, but as the end of November had neared and December loomed inevitably ahead, I had started to feel a swell of pride at my achievement and an increasing excitement at my now imminent release.
I had been expecting some sort of ceremonial uncaging on the first of December, just like we had had planned for the first of November, before Kathryn had changed her mind. However, the first day of advent came and went without any mention of my cage coming off. In fact, I hardly heard from Kathryn at all during the first working week of December.
We don’t live together, of course. And we’re not together per say even though Kathryn calls me her cuck. In truth, although Kathryn is a massive part of my life, I know that I only play a cameo role in hers. Therefore, it wasn’t rare for us to not have contact for a few days at a time. Usually when that happened, I just got on with my life, thinking about Kathryn often, always ready to be at her beck and call, but all in all, managing to get by until she saw fit to get in touch. This time, however, it was torture.
At first, I thought that Kathryn had simply lost track of time and didn’t realise that my chastity period was meant to be over. She was a busy woman with a demanding job and had a private and personal life outside of what we had together after all.
With this in mind I picked up my phone and typed out a tentative and timid reminder, only to delete it again and scold myself for being so stupid.
Of course, Kathryn knew that November was over. Of course, she knew what the date was. She had important meetings with important people every day, she travelled regularly to see clients, her schedule was packed, every day was meaningful and unique. There was simply no way that Kathryn would be able to keep all of her myriad appointments and commitments without knowing the date!
Kathryn knew. Of course, she knew. She was testing me. Toying with me. Torturing me intentionally with her absence and with her silence about me still being caged. The worst thing was, I was powerless to do anything at all about it. I knew that Kathryn would not be rushed, and that if I caved-in and brought up my release from chastity I would be falling into some trap or other (and maybe even find my chastity period increased!).
So, there was nothing I could do but wait. And wait. And wait as the week went on. Wait with nothing on my mind but my aching balls, my imprisoned penis, and the increasing frustration and sense of unfairness I felt at still being caged.
Monday turned to Tuesday, and Tuesday to Wednesday, and then it was Thursday, and then I was leaving the office for the weekend with no word from my keyholder at all. Then, finally, midway through my Friday night takeaway with the Premier League’s early weekend fixture being played out on the box in front of me, I received a series of sudden text messages from Kathryn.
Tonight’s date is SO hot, cuck.
Fuck. I can’t wait to get him in my bed.
WALK TO THE RESTAURANT NOW.
Hurry up.
Momma’s in a good mood.
Gonna unlock you.
I stared at the messages, heart pounding, when another came fizzing in.
Quick bitch, before I change my mind, Kathryn had sent.
On my way! I replied as quickly as I could, leaping to my feet.
I didn’t even take the time to throw my bhuna out. Just dumped the tray onto the kitchen counter, turned off the TV, forced my feet into a pair of scruffy, still-laced sneakers and darted out of the door.
I would have run to the restaurant had Kathryn not specified for me to walk. I didn’t want to risk Kathryn not releasing me just because I hadn’t followed her instructions to the letter. (Incidentally, Kathryn had once asked me to run to the shop to pick up a bottle of Prosecco, and I had found myself over her knees and being severely spanked with an old slipper because I had strolled leisurely to the local newsagent rather than running, as I had been instructed.) So, I walked, but I walked as quickly as humanly possible, feet thundering down against the ground as I sucked the piercingly cold night-air into my lungs, unceremoniously overtaking others in my haste to get to Kathryn.
Outside, I sent, panting, and with a small stitch in my side when I reached the restaurant Kathryn had pinned in her WALK TO THE RESTAURANT NOW message.
It was an upmarket Italian establishment that I had never been to but that I knew was held in high esteem in our town. It was a place for couples, and as I never seemed to be part of a couple, I doubted I would find myself in there any time soon. Unless, of course, Kathryn was to order me inside now for my unlocking…
Surely, she wouldn’t do that though…
Not right in front of her date.
Not right in the middle of the restaurant.
Not in public…
…surely?
I felt a blush rise to my face that had nothing to do with the cold. I suddenly felt self-conscious, loitering outside the expensive restaurant in the jeans and hoody I had been lounging around my flat in, and with my shabby sneakers and messy hair, whilst chatting couples and groups strode by in smart dress shoes and high-heels, pea coats and fashionable faux-fur and leather jackets.
I felt like an imposter in this part of town. Like everybody would know at a glance that I had no business being here. Even if I could afford the prices, nobody would want to accompany me to any of the swanky restaurants or bars in the area.
Luckily, I wasn’t felt in limbo for very long as my phone quickly vibrated as I received another message from Kathryn.
Wait in the alley, bitch, she wrote and I breathed a sigh of relief. I was desperate to be released but probably not desperate enough to pull my pants down in the middle of a crowded, couple-filled restaurant!
I entered the alleyway which separated the Italian and its French bistro neighbor. Rather than lurking right at the entrance, I headed around ten feet inside, trying to make myself less visible from the street. I stopped by a fire exit and leant back against the wall, staring down at my phone in an effort to look busy in case any of the passing restaurant, bar or party-goers glanced my way. I hoped that I’d be taken for an employee on a break, rather than a kinky alley pervert waiting to get his cock uncaged.
There was a pair of big metal dumpsters a little further into the alley that I could have concealed myself behind, but I could already smell food waste and garbage from where I was, and I was pretty certain that Kathryn wouldn’t appreciate having to pass them to get to me. I just had to hope she would unlock me in as discreet a way as possible and that nobody would be passing at the wrong time.
Either way, I couldn’t wait to be out of my cage. Being unceremoniously unlocked in a dirty alleyway before Kathryn rushed back to her hot date, wasn’t exactly what I had been hoping for, but it sure as hell was better than staying locked indefinitely. As soon as I got home, I was going to jerk myself silly fantasizing about Kathryn and a perfect alpha hunk fucking each other’s brains out for sure. Afterwards, I would load up some femdom porn, get myself hard again, and masturbate all night long. All weekend long if I wasn’t interrupted!
To be honest, I couldn’t wait. I needed to feel my balls knotting powerfully beneath me again. I needed to feel hot loads of cum ripping up through my dick and jetting out in manly bursts, instead of the constant emasculating dribbles I had experienced over the past two months. There was still a faint hope that Kathryn might supervise an orgasm out here in the alleyway, an idea that both thrilled and terrified me, but if her date was as hot as she said he was, I doubted that Kathryn would want to be away from him for very long on my account.
Either way, I couldn’t dwell on it any longer because I heard footsteps entering the alley from the street. Heels, clip-clopping towards me.
Finally!
Kathryn.
I only hoped that she wasn’t in one of her more sadistic moods and that she was still feeling generous enough to unlock me!
Homer, and much later the Romans, spoke of the fates. In some texts it was one Goddess, in others three. But in reality, two Goddesses determined human males’ destinies… in particular the span of a man’s life and his allotment of misery and suffering. These women spun the threads of male destiny. The allotter and the inflexible. Lachesis designed and dispensed it, and Atropos cut the thread, thus determining the individual male’s moment of death…
(Modern day – New Orleans, USA)
Of all the various premieres of Ms. Viola Voltairine’s film adaptation of Ms. Lane’s book “Finding Love through Female Domination”, the one to be held at the New Orleans DomCon would be the most momentous. It was to coincide with the announcement of the beginning of Ms. Lane’s long dreamt of North American Queendom.
(One year earlier…)
She giggled and let out a slight sigh of pleasure as his slippery tongue darted between her toes, searching out perspiration and removing it. She was loving the feeling his tongue was giving her as he worked away, like little electric pulses of pleasure. There he was, a gorgeous strong male completely submitting to her orders, worshiping her feet. She loved it. Eventually she had no choice and ordered him to stop and put her boots back on as she had work to do!
Just at that moment her phone rang. She recognized Renee’s number as she picked it up.
“Hi! Yes, I just wanted to give you an update on things. We’ve identified a dozen prospects so far. I’m just putting the finishing touches on their nightly training tapes and will be emailing them shortly. Yes, of course! I used a variety of hypnosis techniques. It should be very hard for them to resist! They will all be very obedient little drones come the next Con!” She giggled again as unbidden, the man beneath her started kissing his way up her boots. She kicked him aside. “No! I need to work. Now go clean the bathroom until I call for you!” Smiling to herself, she watch his firm, naked ass as he left the room. “Oh, it was just the new boy. I’m giving him a try out. We’ll seee…”, she continued.
Hearing Viola send her boy to clean the bathroom, Renee looked out her own window at Butler on his hands and knees, clipping the grass with the grass clippers Renee had given him. “Yes. I love watching a man worked to exhaustion whilst we lounge in comfort for entertainment Ha Ha! We toy with them and give them false hope , it’s so much fun!” She smiled malevolently, thinking of what more she would do with him later.
After chatting a while longer Viola hung up the phone feeling even more energized. She always did after she and Renee discussed their plans for the future! She just might have to press the new boy into some… extra use later, she smiled as she put her headphones back on and restarted the recorder –
“… you must work very hard trying to impress women. You must become a mindless, primed drone in service to women. We are going to help you. This extended trance will help you crush your false male ego. Your selfishness. It robs you of your one true love, obedience to women. That is what you need to feel whole. You exist only as an extension of women, Women will rule you. The more selfless you are, the more aroused you will feel. Obedience is pleasure. You were never meant to think for yourselves, that is being selfish. Male selfishness is disobedience.You must come to feel we are always watching you, judging you, controlling you...”
She spoke into the microphone for over an hour. She knew from experience it would be very hard for any man to resist her silken, siren’s voice.
(Back to our present…)
If ever there was a focal point of female power & sexual energy, it had to be DomCon. Literally hundreds of dominant women – and their slaves – gathered for one extended weekend each year.
This year, a conference room had been set aside… set up like a throne room. Two magnificent, ornate chairs stood on a stage at one end of the room. A large whipping cross with leather restraints stood at the other. Wire dog crates, lined one wall between the two. The cages had been purchased and their delivery arranged by the very men who would soon occupy them.
A dozen male submissives had been issued personal invitations to attend the festivities surrounding the event. Men who had become devoted to Ms. Voltairine, Ms. Lane and their cause, and who had shown their usefulness and obedience to one or both of the women. Each one of the nine men who ultimately accepted the invitation were issued a collar in advance through the mail and told they must wear it at all times during the convention, unless a woman removed it.
Each of these powerful women’s sycophants were further instructed to bring with them a full hood and to be wearing their chastity device. In the months leading up to the event, more mundane instructions followed such as having a complete STD test and negative Covid test performed, and documentation of such brought with them. The instructions saw to it that each of the men were continuously performing what could only be described as religious purification – complete chastity, fasting days, hours of meditation, Ms. Voltairine’s nightly hypnosis recordings, required exercise and weight loss… The requirements were strict and lengthy. Failure to obey meant dismissal from the event. Their bodies were to be scrupulously clean and scentless. They were not to eat or drink for the 24 hours before presenting themselves. The women ensured that the hard bodied men they had created over the past year would be hungry in more ways than one!
The opening day of the convention finally arrived. It had seemed like an eternity for these men since they had first accepted their invitation! When each one arrived, a smiling young woman at the reception desk handed them a card directing them to proceed immediately to the conference room. “If other worshipers have arrived before you, you will not speak to them. You will remain completely silent while adding yourself to the cage next to the one before you. You will be monitored for obedience”. In the conference room, a webcam set up on a table to observe them watched silently.
The instructions continued, “You will take a name tag from the table and write the name of your home city, ‘Chicago’,’New York’,’LA’, etc. on the tag. Place it on the front of your cage.” Flipping the small card over, the instructions continued, “You will now strip down to just your collar and chastity cage. Place your clothes into your suitcase and leave it in one corner of the room with any others you see there.”
“Now crawl into your cage. Place your hood over your face and head. Wait silently.”
Above the two thrones, a large screen television looped a video over & over.
“Listen to me carefully slave. You are a slave. You want to be a slave. You must be a slave. You have to be a slave. You will be a slave…”
Meanwhile, in a opulent suite of the same hotel a large group of women relaxed, laughing and talking, eating and drinking, while on the large screen before them, the events of the conference room played out. These women had volunteered to support the Queendom once it was built by becoming guest Mistresses or volunteering time as wardresses, trainers, doctors, or psychologists for the male prisoners. One woman had gleefully volunteered to watch the screen for any male who disobeyed any of the instructions even in the slightest and record it. They would be punished later by her personally… much to her delight!
“You want to live in a world ruled by women…you like powerful women… powerful women turn you on…” The video in the conference room droned on and on.
“Women are powerful, women are goddesses. Women are better than men. Women are superior to men…” The men who had arrived early had already heard the video’s message over and over.
“…you must obey women. you must listen to women….“
Images of men on their knees kissing a woman’s boot or heels flashed on the screen.
“…you will encourage women to become more powerful…”
“…good boys are attentive. good boys are considerate trustworthy. Selfless. Caring. Affectionate. Subservient. Submissive. Obedient… Polite Respectful. You want to be a good boy. You need to be a good boy. You will be a good boy…”
More images of men standing in front of what was obviously their female bosses’ desk, head bowed, repeated in many versions.
“Goddess worship is spiritual. God is a woman. You will worship women…”
Men prostrating themselves in Sajdah position, praying before a beautifully gowned woman replaced the workplace images…
Without warning, the doors to the conference room swung open and Ms. Lane & Ms. Viola strode in, followed by Butler, Drum and robbi on leashes behind them, all with their heads bowed. They were dressed to thrill and cock after cock grew hard in the tight restrictions of their cock cages.
As they strode down the length of cages they playfully running their manicured fingers softly along the bars smiling before stepping onto the stage and seating themselves on the two thrones. Butler knelt to one side of Ms. Lane’s seat, robbi and Drum to the other next to their owner, Ms. Voltairine.
“Welcome slaves. You may crawl out of your cages and kneel here before us. Be quick about it!”, Ms. Lane commanded. Once they where all kneeling before the two women, Ms. Voltairine continued.
“This is a temple of Women. You will remain in silent and on your handsand knees at all times in respect to the women present and in contemplation of your misfortune at being born a male. Bow to us. Place your foreheads on the floor we walk upon.”
They both smiled huge grins as the men complied. They knew the show was being observed by the women in the suite above.
They continued, “Your fates are now sealed. You have a limited number of options left before you. You are to be auctioned off. Whatever price is bid for you by the winner, will be paid by you to the new North American Queendom. If you do not have enough money to pay, then she will work you and collect your pay until you have made good your debt to us.”
Her malevolent smile widened as she continued. “Once your debt to the Queendom is paid, you will then pay her an equal amount for bothering with you. You are her property and all your earnings go to her until all your debt is paid.”
“She will be the sole decider on how much of your earnings you will be permitted to survive on and be able to continue to work, and she alone will decide your living arrangements – with her – or in a small apartment she will allow you to maintain while you work off your debt. Her decisions are final. You will not be permitted any further choices. You will be hers until your debts to all of us are settled.”
“Think hard. This is the last free choice some of you will be permitted ever again. If, for any reason, you cannot submit yourself to this, you may place a sign on your cage that reads, ‘I am a worthless male who cannot obey women properly. Please beat me.'”, she gestured to a stack of cards on the table. “If you are willing to submit yourself to us, select the sign which reads ‘I am but a slave. It is my pleasure to serve.’ and place it on your cage. No questions! You have 5 minutes to decide. Collect a card and padlock from the table then back to your cages and lock them shut!”
Each man chose his fate. Some were truly fit to be servants of women having long ago made the choice. Others, seeing it as a hot game, also made their choice. Some knew themselves well enough to know what they were able and not able of doing. Though powerfully influenced by Ms. Voltairine’s hypnotic training tape, each man drew upon his life experiences, his desires and wants, and knowledge of his own limitations to decide and chose their card.
Five minutes later they were back in their cages, a sign on each. Of the nine men, three had demurred and had labelled themselves as worthless. Six had accepted to be auctioned off.
On the stage before them, Ms. Voltairine stood imperiously. Her slave Drum crawled to her and at her bidding, lowered her panties using only his teeth. robbi crawled to her holding an ornate gold and crystal bowl. He knelt, head down, and held the bowl between her thighs.
She smiled at the men in cages as the hiss of her peeing into the bowl was heard. As you have each starved yourselves as commanded and are weak. I will permit you to partake of my nectar and power as a sign of your obedience and to strengthen yourselves for what is about to happen to you! Worship Women for all we give you!” robbi worked her way down the line of cages dipping a small copper cup into the ornate bowl and passing it through the bars of each man’s cage for him to drink from. Ms. Voltairine proclaimed, “Let this be the first of many rituals you will come to crave and to love as a slave of the Queendom!”
Brigette, the woman who had watched the men for mistakes as they arrived, entered the room with two other Amazonian beauties. A single tail whip hung from her belt and she held a cane in one leather gloved hand. “You, you and you,” She pointed to three slaves. “You disobeyed the orders of a woman upon your arrival. Now you will be disciplined!” A huge smile spread across the sadistic young woman’s face…
The first slave dragged from his cage and strapped tightly to the cross. Brigette began to enthusiastically whip him hard, drawing tears and pleas for mercy from him. He was one of the slaves who had agreed to be auctioned. “you’d better learn to love this shit bitch.. I’m going to buy you and it’s going to happen to you for the rest of your life! I swear I get so fucking hot when i do the nastiest things to you little cunts! I can’t help it! Everything from here on will be degrading and painful for you!” She swung back the evil whip and it hissed through the air and struck his shoulders bringing another scream of pain from him. “Oh, I am only getting started with you!” Brigette laughed. “This will teach you to think for yourselves and disobey your superiors!” One of the Amazons dug her spiked heel into the back of the second disobedient slave as he waited his fate, watching him squirm beneath her.
Each one of the three suffered Brigette’s rath before being returned to their respective cages. Some of the women upstairs watched excitedly, while others had left to the privacy of their own rooms to prepare for the evening, many of them with personal slaves in tow. By and large they had been aroused by the events so far and made good use of their men before being bathed & dressed for the night’s main event.
The men in the cages had witnessed the discipline of the three errant slaves in silence, fearful of being added to Brigette the disciplinarian’s list. Not one dared to draw attention to themselves by saying a word.
Brigette’s handiwork done, the rest of the women poured into the room. Every woman so very different! Some in fetish gear and model thin, others in street wear… looking almost mousy and ordinary. Others in elegant evening wear, even period gowns. Large women, african-american, asiain… hair buzzed short, others long and luxurious like it had been combed 1,000 times. Which it had by their personal servant just an hour ago.
“Welcome to all the women here tonight! We are all here to bear witness to the advent of a revolution! We women assembled here tonight are the future!” Began Ms. Lane. The women burst into cheers! “Tonight is the FIRST annual slave auction of the North American Queendom!” They applauded wildly. An almost animalistic cheer went up and a rhythmic buzz seemed to fill the room. Some banged on the cages around them. Without exception, the caged and hooded men trembled and were very afraid of what these women would do to them!
“You have all been briefed on the terms of the auction. What you bid is for the men to pay!” The auction begins at $20,000!” The men in the cages went white! They did not know they would be expected to pay so much! Most all of them did not have that kind of money and it would take a long time to earn it! Add to the fact that it would be doubled! Once in payment to the Queendom and once more to the woman who bought them, they would be enslaved and worked for years!
“We may have neglected to mention to these men that if they cannot pay immediately at the close of bidding, the amount owed will of course be subject to interest. But we are only fair. The interest rate is set at twenty percent!” All the women burst out laughing, poking the men through the bars of their cages. “Sorry you weren’t informed before hand, but us women must have some secrets from you boys now, don’t we? It is a women’s prerogative after all… and now a woman’s world!
Before we begin the auction, we will deal with the failures who think being sold is not for them! One by one, the men who placed the “I am a worthless male..” sign on their cages were let out and made to crawl to the cross at the far end of the room, being kicked, spanked & cropped by a gauntlet of amused women along the way. Volunteers were called upon to see that each was beaten to tears and forced to beg for mercy. They where told to gather their suitcase from the corner and be gone, thrown naked out into the hallway.
Once the last ‘failure’ was released, Ms. Lane stood back on the stage and announced, “Six male slaves remain! Let the bidding begin!”
One by one the cages were opened, the men bound with cuffs and shackles were placed around their ankles and they were lead with a leash to the stage to be auctioned off to a room full of eager, fully dominant women feeling every molecule of their new power. They positively glowed!
The Queendom made almost $750,000 dollars that night. Six soon to be wealthy, well catered to women left the conference room that night, their new acquisitions – men who would spend the remainder of their lives in service to them and the Queendom – in tow.
The rest of the conference had a chance to see the movie premiere the following night, and had heard rumors of the Queendom and of what had happened in the conference room the night before. Suffice it to say, Ms. Lane, Ms. Voltairine and five other women all had at least one man under their feet during the movie lavishing their feet and shoes with kisses.
The convention drew to a close and Monday morning found Ms. Lane and Ms, Voltairine saying their good byes in the hotel parking lot. A bound and gagged man lay in the trunk of Ms. Voltairine’s car as her personal slaves, Drum and robbi packed their suitcases around him. She smiled down at her new slave. The first of many more to come. “What is next for you then?”, Renee asked. Ms Viola smiled and closed the trunk, “I’m off to film my next movie. And you?”
Ms Lane looked at Butler who stood silently at her side, eyes down. “I’m retiring! After a rest in Florida with Heather and suzie, I’m collecting our new slave fortune and am off to start the NAQ!” She said with a snap of Butler’s leash. “Say goodbye to Ms. Voltairine boy! This may be the last you ever see of her! Or anyone ever again for that matter. I have a deep hole waiting for you…” She thought about the deep whole she had had dug in the basement of the mansion she had selected for the NAQ that Butler would be locked in for the next few weeks… at least. She had a tv screen bolted to the wall that showed a live feed of her bedroom where she intended to entertain some very young and virile men very soon.
The sun felt good and warm on their skin and both women smiled with pure pleasure. Being a sadistic Goddess of men was good!
First, I’d like to say how very much I enjoy your writings and podcasts! I hope you find the time to continue them!
To respond to your question regarding the story line of ‘The Company’. IMHO the men in question have already given consent. I would argue that means offering them further choices/options is… uhm… contra-indicated. LoL!
Obviously I have no idea what it is like to be a woman, and never will, but I do think that A.) Women are better judges of character then men by nature of necessity. A woman walks into a crowded party alone and she must size up the men in the room – the dangerous ones to avoid, the drunken, too familiar grabby ones, the respectful, loyal ones who may come to her aid should she need them. I imagine she looks at every man and judges the threat level he may pose to her and does it all in a wink of an eye. Almost unconsciously. And, B.) In general, women are far more empathic then most men. Maybe it comes from their role as child-rearer and needing to understand a non-verbal infant’s needs and wants but again, they need it as a defense mechanism against the physically stronger gender. Sensing when a man is thinking of stepping over the line of her consent before he does, is a useful skill. It is a skill that allows them to navigate (and I dare say, manipulate) relationships with the opposite sex a bit more easily. Those qualities, on top of the women of ‘The Company’ being dominant females who like to control and order their own lives and surroundings, qualifies them to choose these men’s futures better than the men themselves can.
So no more choices. Their fates are sealed.
Let’s face it. The women of the Company selected them/him for some reason in the first place. His role was pretty much pre-determined at the outset. Perhaps one of the members thought he had a pretty mouth and face and imagined he’d make an ideal oral slave or human toilet.
Maybe at her tennis club one day, another member noticed a particularly tall, muscular man with long legs and thought his physique would lend itself well to becoming her human pony boy, capable of carrying her on long, hot rides. Or maybe it would make him worthy prey for one of her hunts.
A third member of the Company who works in an office and has been teasing along an obviously submissive co-worker, ‘accidently’ dropped a box of paperclips on the floor and watched gleefully as he rushed to her side and dropped to his knees to pick them all up for her. She smiled malevolently down as she casually placed her heel on the back of his hand and bore down. The manner in which he whimpered but otherwise silently endured her treatment of him marked him as one of The Companies’ future torture toys.
Or maybe it is just his money. The member envisioned parking him in a basement cage while collecting his income to fund a future library for Women’s Studies, fund scholarships for women, or a hospital for gynecological research.
Strung up and gagged punching bags for the women’s self-defense classes, office gimps to manage the Companies vast resources and monitor their ever increasing surveillance network… no, no more choices. These men must have been selected for a reason. The women made their choices and that’s what truly matters.
Like the cardboard cut-out dolls they may have played with as little girls, these women enjoy playing with their toy men. Dressing them up or down, running them over a candle flame until they almost ignite. Leaving them piled in the corner for days or weeks while they play with something else, then returning to dress them up as their loyal butler or pretty French maid or just sit them down for tea parties with their other girlfriends and their dolls.
As far as the Company goes, It is a woman’s world. They only live in it. And in the cases of the ‘sacrifices’, albeit only briefly… 😉
I am a cuckold slave to my beautiful wife Claire, She has a lover James who encourages her to be an evil bitch to me which she loves.
Claire is gorgeous she looks a lot like the actress Lilly James and has a fab figure and legs and feet to drive a man mad.
We both decided that she could cuckold me but I had no idea how far she would go, Or how mean she could be.
James is her stud, She prefers sex with him and keeps me frustrated in a CB6000 most of the time which she loves and teases me without mercy. James knows about me and encourages Claire to be more evil to me.
Claire was working late I had prepared her a steak salad for Dinner and had spent my day off going through a list of cores she had enjoyed setting me. The ironing was done, our on suite had been cleaned until it was spotless. I am not permitted to use it but I have to keep it spotless.
My phone rang ,I was cleaning the oven and didn’t hear it immediately, so answered it at soon as I Heard It .
Claire who was on her mobile in her car had an annoyed tone to her voice, which I both love and dread, as she questioned,
How many rings was that?
I apologised and said,
Im sorry miss Claire I was cleaning the oven I didn’t…
Silence!
she replied, How dare you keep me waiting . That’s just cost you 5 kicks in the balls and another week in chastity.
Claire has made it clear that I have to answer her calls within 3 rings or she will make me suffer.
I had been in chastity for four weeks and was desperate and couldn’t help myself
Please Claire Im begging not another week please
She laughed and said,
Well you shouldn’t have kept me waiting, should you. I’m 5 minutes away adopt the position and my shoes look a bit dusty
I knew that she would make me lick them, I immediately went and knelt down by the house door to wait for her.
Claire knew she was actually 15 minutes away but it amused her to make me wait on my knees, She casually glanced down at her right foot , The 4in Christian laboutin Pigalle heel on her foot was gleaming from my efforts the night before, she grinned to herself as t the thought of kicking my balls in them, She just loved kicking balls . She thought of my waiting on my knees and couldn’t stifle a giggle at keeping me waiting on my knees. She was wearing an above the knee skirt and nude stockings .
15 minutes later my knees were aching as I heard her car, Pull into the drive. Claire strutted in and looked at me on my knees and giggled. She was on the phone to James and said,
Yes hes on his knees waiting for me the loser, she was smiling as they both laughed, Claire looked down at me clicked her fingers and pointed to her shoes.
I immediately started to kiss her shoes, she hissed,
lick
after only a few seconds and I started to lave my tongue along the uppers of her expensive gorgeous shoes.
I head her say to James
Hes liking my heels clean now as we speak,
I couldn’t hear James but Claire giggled
Of course he has to lick the soles, its his job, If he doesn’t do it properly I will add to his kicks in the balls this evening.
Again James spoke then Claire laughed.
He’s getting 5 for keeping me waiting , and im going to really enjoy dishing them out, yes I will film it for you. Ha ha .
Then as I licked away at the leather of her shoes they continued and Claire said,
that’s a good idea.
Claire looked down a,t me and said,
James wants you to deep clean the inside of my shoes with your tongue later
Say thank you too him for the idea,
It was so humiliating as Claire held her phone closer to me and I had to say.
Thank you for your Idea I will lick the inside of Claire s shoes later .
Claire laughed and then said,
He didn’t say it the idiot.
Hand out on the floor.
as I did so she placed the stiletoe heel of her one shoe on the back of my hand and put some weight on it.
She looked at me and said,
Thank him again and say sir at the end
And she again held the phone closer to me and I said.
Thank you for the ideaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah as she cruelly ground her heel into my hand.
Claire laughed ,
Start again you idiot cant you do anything correctly.
I managed to say it all and finished with sir as she tortured my hand with her spike heel.
Then I heard
Ok gorgeous I will talk later.
James was on business in Milan and couldn’t come over so I felt I may get a slightly easier time.
Claire then said
Serve me dinner in 5 minutes Im starving,
I served her dinner and cleared away after wards and she plonked herself down in an easy chair as I cleared up after her.
Claire asked for a glass of chilled Prosecco .
When I returned her skirt had rode up and I could see the lace tops of her Walford, nude sheer hold up stockings She was also dangling one of her heels from her toes giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her stunning leg and foot.
She knew it would be torture for me after 4 weeks in cruel chastity, with her teasing me for fun , but loved to make it worse for me.
I put her wine down and she ordered Lye at my feet
I lay down on my back at her feet, and she let her heel drop off her foot and immediately put her nylon covered toes over my nose. Whilst she eased off the other heel and placed her foot over my mouth as she casually checked her phone.
Her feet had been in her heels all day and I was forced to take in the scent of warm leather and slight feminine perspiration as she curled her nylon covered toes around my nose to make sure I was getting the full treatment.
Slave
she said,
I cant help it. I love it when she refers to me as her slave,
James is stuck at work in Milan for another two weeks , and I don’t intend to wait that long for satisfaction and pleasure.
You will Book me a flight next weekend from Friday to Monday, do I make myself clear,
I nodded as she continued to hold her feet over my nose really enjoying making me sniff her foot. Good , Im going to Phone James and you are going to beg me to have a good time so he can hear , I don’t want him to have any concerns about it, So the begging better be good. If its not I can always review the number of kicks your balls are getting
and she giggled.
Claire phoned James and they talked and she laughed
Yes ,He has agreed to it in fact he is ready to beg me to go, With that she ordered,
Start begging,
I had to beg and plead with her to go to Milan and have a great time as they laughed at me,
I heard her say , yes of course Il make him do it, I don’t care if its torture for him.
James wants you to lick my hot tired nylon feet as you beg just to show how much you want me to go. so you had better get that tongue working on my soles now slave,
I immediately started to lick the nylon sole on her left foot. As she giggled ,
I was using my flattened tongue to lick from heels to toes. Pressing my tongue to the nylon covering her feet.
Claire said To James
I love making him lick my feet after a full day in stockings and heels its so funny , Must be evil for him but Just my slave so who cares ha ha ha
As I licked away Claire asked James what his hotel was like,
There was a pause as he answered and then Claire said,
Hmmm, not grand enough for a weekend of fucking and hard sex. I want luxury, I will make him book a suit at the Bulgari.
James must have said something,
I know its expensive but he has a choice. After I’ve kicked his balls I will tie him to our bed and squeeze his balls . Its his choice.
He books My choice of hotel and gets a few minutes squeezing , or his choice and I will gladly squeeze then for hours . I do love to torture balls and inflicting ball pain Ha ha HA .
Then a pause and
I know im such a bitch arnt I . But you love it, nearly as much as me.
Followed by
Do you want see him cleaning my shoes,
and
Oh yes of course you can honey
I had always dreamt of taking Claire to the Bulgari hotel and she knows it, but here I was, I was having to pay for her and her lover to go instead I felt so degraded and weak.
Claire ordered.
Deep clean time. Get my shoes and start licking the inside now.
I picked up her heel and put my tongue inside and licked along the footbed as hard as I could cleaning up any traces of perspiration as Claire laughed,
omg thats so funny, Is it torture ha ha .
Then
really work that tongue slave,
I have no idea how he can do that either, they must be evil with my feet having been in them all day Ha ha ha , Look at him, such a loser, ha ha and she skyped me licking the inside of her shoe to him and they both laughed.
Ok slave she mocked. Do the other shoe then its Punishment time .
After I had thoroughly licked her shoes she said
Put them back on my feet.
I placed the heels on her gorgeous feet and she giggled.
Mercy appeal if you want.
I begged her for mercy kissing the tops of her feet as they both laughed at me.
After 5 minutes Claire said,
You did beg quite well slave But did you kiss my feet with enough enthusiasm. Hmmm. Let me think about that,
Then
No,
mercy denied loser, Get on your knees with your legs apart.
She laughed, thoroughly enjoying my predicament.
I knelt and she approached me and hovered her foot just off the ground making me wait for it before bang, Kicking my balls hard,
As she let out a peal of laughter
I rolled on to my side as they both laughed She had skyped the whole thing to him
Get back up weakling
She ordered,
Followed by
get back up now, or do you want me to add on an extra five kicks ,?
I really didn’t want that, and pulled myself up.
Claire held her foot near my face and said Kiss it and thank me. Thank the foot that has just kicked you.
So humiliating but I had no choice.
Thank you Highness I groaned
as she laughed.
Your such a loser,
James said something and she laughed,
James thinks I should kick harder so tough luck loser, your going to suffer,
Beg me to do it.
Please miss Claire please kick my balls harder I begged as they laughed at me.
Bang she lashed her right foot out and the polished leather of her Labutins crashed into my unprotected balls
Claire let out another peal of sadistic laughter saying ,
Oh I do love punishing his balls.
Speak later stud
she said into the phone and James was gone,
she then ordered on your Knees Get ready for number three
Bang she kicked me and laughed out loud,
That night she secured me to the bed with old stockings and lay on top of me in her bra, thong . and stockings . Teasing me without pity as my penis fought to break out of its cage.
She was giggling,
Is it torture when I tease you in chastity,
I replied truthfully.
Yes it Is highness
I moaned bringing a giggle from her.
I know its going to be really hard for you going another 7 days in chastity for me but I will reward you and let you cum when I get back,
She rolled off me and lay by me as she said,
If you agree to do this I have some evil little ideas for you to suffer for me whilst im away ,
As she said this she tickled my balls lightly with her gorgeous nylon toes .
She continued
Im not going to forget about you, Im going to work you and torment you, and you know you like me being a bitch to you,
Do you want a bit mean, Very mean or evil mean bitch I wander,
All the time her toes were driving me mad as they tickled my frustrated balls.
Evil mean bitch I moaned,
She giggled,
Say that again, I didn’t quite hear,
I said
Evil mean bitch Mistress.
Good choice, ha ha,
She laughed,
I couldn’t help it and said ,
Are you going to rub it in that you are with James and fucking him.
She smiled a malevolent smile, knowing in my turned on frustrated state I would ask for evil,
Oh im going to really rub it in, taunt you, humiliate you .
I was so turned on and her toes were driving me insane, sending pulses of pleasure from her toes tickling my balls to pure pain as the restrainer bit into my locked away cock.
I couldnt help it and moaned,
Will you, will you, be degrading me Highness,
Degrading you, ha ha you don’t know the meaning of the word yet, But you will, I love degrading you.
Then she whispered into my ear, Im getting horny, Im going to sit on your face, But just to give you something to think about,
Ive ordered a large Dog kennel to be delivered, Guess where im going to make you sleep when Im away slave,
ha ha,
So delicious , me and James in a huge comfy bed whilst you suffer in your kennel, and Im going to enjoy every single second of it,
At this she plonked herself on my face and ordered
Lick slave
I laved away at her pussy slowly to start off with but quicker as she ordered it until she had a long orgasm right on my face,
Superiors get to Orgasm , loser slaves like you have to suffer frustration she purred.
I was still tied to the bed and she phoned James again saying,
Hi Sexy, Im about to ask him which hotel hes going to book, do you want to see it
again I couldn’t hear the reply as she laughed ,
at this she took hold of my unprotected balls in her gorgeous hand and said into my face
Which hotel are you booking ,
At this she slowly squeezed my balls, gradually increasing the pressure making me moan in pain.
Claire skyped James the video of her hand squeezing my balls and her saying,
which Hotel is it then.
Claire was smiling in my face giggling at me .
I had no choice and said
The Bulgari Miss Claire,
She giggled,
Good boy I thought you would come around to my way of thinking ,and released some of the pressure off my tortured balls.
She then said,
You gave in far too easy you weakling, so you get a 10 second hard squeeze penalty for being a baby.
No Please Claire no I begged Please ,
She said
Ok I will ask James,
I heard her say does he deserve a 10 second ball squeeze for being a baby,
Ha. Ha ,ha Il tell him she laughed.
James thinks thirty seconds, and a good hard squeeze loser, so get ready, this is going to hurt
I pleaded but she just laughed and said
Get ready here it comes and slowly tighten her hand on by tortured balls. Balls that had been kicked and squeezed.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I screamed as she slowly counted.
One, Two , Three. Four, deliberately takin her time,
Finishing off with 27, 271/2 , 28 ,28 ½ and so on really enjoying squeezing my tortured balls.
Afterwards Claire said
Right slave im going for a long bath, you have hotels and flights to book
Claire reached down and grabbed my sore balls in her gorgeous hand and said,
Make sure my flight is business class, or else you will suffer and suffer . And just to underline a point . Gave my balls a last good hard squeeze as she laughed out loud
Claire had her bath and went to bed as I booked the hotel and flight for her.
I went upstairs and the on suite was a mess, Towels, discarded stockings and underwear all on the floor .which I had to tidy up without making any noise as if I woke her I would pay for it.
As I went to the main bathroom and went to put the stockings and underwear in the laundry basket there was a note on the basket.
Loser boy , Prewash my stockings and panties in your mouth and take photos as proof,
The Bitch , I thought as I stuffed first her panties and later the feet of her stockings in my mouth to pre wash them.
I thought of Claire relaxing in our big bed as I sucked on the feet of her sweaty stockings taking in the flavours of her perspiration and body.
The hotel and flight booked ,Claire spent most of the rest of the week teasing me mercilessly. I was massaging her serving her and suffering frustration for her fun.
On the Wednesday she announced she wanted to go shopping we went to Bicester and bought underwear and shoes.
I had to buy her Agent Provocateur Leisha white Lingerie and Walford satin touch holdups. And Jimmy Choo lance Patent leather strappy stilleto sandals.
In Agent Provocateur the sales assistant was a gorgeous woman in her thirties and Claire was talking to her about the lingerie she had chosen then turned to me and said,
Do you think he will like it on me, with an evil smile on her face as the sales assistant barely stifled a giggle,
I had to agree he would love it and then she handed me the langery set and said,
Well dont just stand there like a lemon go pay for it all.
I walked towards the till as Claire said to the sales assistant,
You cant get good servants these days and they both laughed,
In the Jimmy Choo shop a beautiful older woman in her mid to late forties helped us but Claire made me help her put them on her feet. She tried on about six pairs before deciding and made me put them on her and take them off her feet. I crouched down at first but she whispered in my ear,
Get on your knees I want her to know your my slave get on your knees.
When she had chosen again Claire said,
Well get on with it Go and pay for them then. And I had to pay . The sales woman went to hand the bag to Claire but she just said,
Hand them to him, he does all my bag carrying . And
Its all he’s good for,,
Much to the sales assistants amusement.
The amused sales assistant then said to me,
Make sure you dont bang them on anything , look after her lovely shoes.
Claire laughed and said,
Dont worry if he doesn’t treat them like fine porcelain Il make him really suffer later, ha ha
The woman also laughed.
I drove Claire home as she messaged pictures of her new items to James.
When we arrived home Claire Sent me out to get some food shopping , lots of things we don’t normally get so it took me a while, when I got home Claire said,
Come and have a look ive got something to show you,
I went with her to the back of the house and there was a dog kennel, It was a medium size one and Claire burst out laughing,
Welcome to your bedroom whilst Im away.
It looks a bit small but James and I don’t want you to be too comfortable,
Comfortable, How could I be comfortable in a dog kennel let alone one I could only just fit in sitting up.
Well get in lets have a look at you in there,
I crawled in and sitting up I could just about fit in.
Claire took a photo of me with her phone and phoned James,
She sent him a picture and laughed,
Oh look he only just fits in.
James laughed and said,
Make him to kiss your feet and thank you,
I heard this and rained kisses on her feet. Thanking her as they laughed.
Claire then continued,
When I get back I want some Gina sandals Ive seen and your getting them for me
I said,
But Ive bought you Lots of shoes already . And the hotel
She laughed,
Its up to you but I could just send this picture of you in your kennel to all your friends, In fact I may just do it for fun.
I immediately started kissing her feet begging and grovelling to her not to
Claire was loving it and said,
Tell me how much you want to suck my Gym socks , beg me
I begged and pleaded with her much to her amusement.
Thursday night I had to pack for her as Claire prepared some food and drink, I thought it was for the journey, Then Claire had an early night , as I checked and re,checked I had packed everything for her.
I got up really early the next day and got everything into the car and Claire got up and showered and changed and I drove her to the airport. Claire sat in the back of the car and I had to Chauffeur her.
At the airport car park Claire unexpectedly hugged me and Kissed me and said,
Im really looking forward to this, You still want the full mean bitch treatment don’t you?
I was very surprised and said,
If that’s what you want, If you will enjoy it I want it,
She giggled,
Good Boy, Now bring my bags and headed for the elevator, Or Lift.
As soon as the lift doors closed whap she slapped my face a stinging blow and ordered,
Get on your knees and kiss my feet and don’t stop until I say so.
The lift went down and stopped as I showered kisses on her bare feet in High heel sandals and just as the doors opened she said,
Get up.
As I got up two Indian business women were stood outside and I could see the smirks on their faces.
I drove home and saw three envelopes on the kitchen worktops all had a day written on them I opened Friday and It said,
Hi small Dick loser, Im ready for some real man tonight,
Read and obey,
In the fridge are your lunches and dinners all labelled up . There is also Porridge for breakfast, Have it with water not milk,
Here are your chores for today
. Also charge the laptop up so I can check up on you tonight.
You are not to eat anything else other than the dinners I have prepared. And your water is in the bottles in the fridge.
You are not to drink any alcohol without my permission and I want you in your Kennel at 9pm and stay until 7am. You are not Permitted to look at your phone other than to check its me when I call you, You also cant,, Read a paper or book whilst in the kennel. Your pillow and sleeping bag are already out there.
In my wardrobe are three pairs of shoes to be licked clean to keep you occupied and some instructions Don’t Tidy the on suite until I say so.
My first task was to clean all the downstairs , To scrub the kitchen floor and then There were 6 pairs of knee boots to be cleaned and polished,
The lawn to be mowed and edged.
I prepared some porridge , I like Porridge with milk but not water as Claire knows very well. And reluctantly ate it
I set about scrubbing floors , Claire loves to inspect my work and can be incredible picky and difficult, so I took my time and put in lots of effort.
I cleaned and polished, scrubbed and worked away.
My phone pinged and Claire had just landed and sent me a picture of herself drinking a white wine, sat in a comfy Business class seat,
Next about an hour later she sent me a picture of her lying looking gorgeous on the big bed in the Bulgari with the message ,
Look what you paid for loser. Ha ha ha
Next I went outside and did the lawn and edging and then cleaned and polished her knee boots to a gleaming shine.
I then Got a picture of James and Claire cuddling up in the hotel dinning room with fabulous food and red wine on the table.
I was hungry so I went to the fridge and got out my evening meal with instructions to micro wave it. I did and was just settling down to eat what looked like mash potato, mushy peas and some sort of meat. As if by magic I got a a Wats app message. It was a film of a grinning Claire
She was mashing potatoes with her nylon feet and laughing saying,
May be a bit salty I was wearing these stockings under my work out gear at the gym earlier, ha ha ha
Next she was chewing some meat and spitting it out onto the plate I was eating from. And spitting into the mushy peas and stirring it in. saying
enjoy loser.
I was so hungry I had no choice and she loved watching me eat her special meal.
I finished my chores and by 9pm I was actually a bit tired. I showered brushed my teeth and made my way out to the kennel . I got in and could only just about fit in sitting up. There was not any room to lye down.
Soon after I got a message on my phone saying start the laptop on skype .
The first thing I saw was Claire and james faces laughing at me in the Kennel , they moved the laptop about there end to show me how luxurious the room they had was.
Claire then taunted. Look at him James in his little Kennel ha ha ha.
Then Claire panned down and I could see she was in the underwear I had paid for she was grinning saying,
Loser do you think I look good, in the things I made you buy for me, Loser, How about my stockings and she showed me her lacy stocking tops and legs ,
I was already trying to get hard in my restrainer as I was so frustrated and being teased,
Then she showed me her feet and I could see her gorgeous feet encased in nylon , Oh my god she looked good.
Have a drool over my sexy feet in nylon weakling ha ha .
Next she laughed,
James really likes my new underwear and she filmed her left hand with the engagement ring, and wedding ring I had bought her and then filmed her hand as she gave him a hand job deliberately showing her rings to humiliate me as they both laughed,
James said,
Doesnt your wife look great and her hand is so so talented. Claire laughed into her Laptop screen and said,
Your not to watch any more tonight, But don’t you dare switch off, I want you to listen as I give him a blow job and we fuck. .
I complied and they both kissed on the screen and laughed at me. James said,
suffer for us boy, .
.
They turned the laptop away from me and all I could hear was the moaning of pleasure and Claire saying,
Oh my god, your so much bigger than my slave husband. And his little pin dick. And oh your so much better in bed, hes useless ha ha
I was so frustrated I was in tears as the restrainer bit in harshly .
I could hear him moaning with pleasure and she was constantly insulting me.
After what seemed like hours she laughed in to laptop saying.
I hope your not sleeping tiny dick. I hope you enjoyed hearing my pleasure your superior . Ha ha and they both laughed.
Have a good nights sleep. But before you do
There are some instructions in your Pillow case to help you sleep
I put my hand in and found a small polythene bag sealed up and a note on it, The note said,
I wore these stockings under my Gym Kit all last week they should be just right for aroma therapy. Take then out.
Then a laughing Claire said.
Put one over your head like an old fashioned bank robber. Now put the foot part of the other one under that stocking , over your nose.
The stockings had a slight vinegar and metallic odour .
Ok loser your to keep them over your nose all night, don’t you dare take them off.
The screen filled with their faces laughing at me.
Lames laughed OMG I bet they smell good ha ha
Of course, Mistress smell, he will love it, but who cares he’s doing it any way.
That night I hardly got a wink of sleep and at 7am 8 in Milan I heard Claire say,
Morning slave, how was your night, mine was fantastic , what a lovely comfy bed ha ha
Now turn on your laptop camera so I can see you.
I turned it on and still had her very sweaty stockings over my nose,
Ha Ha , good to see your still getting the aroma therapy loser.
Then she laughed James had to pop to the office for an hour or two so Im going for a long massage and swim in the pool. But here’s a little video for you I will send it to your phone.
The video Pinged in and Claire was soaking her feet and nylons in a bowl of water. She then put the water from the bowl into bottles and spat in each one, This was my bottled water to drink.
I was aching all over as I made my way into the house. I got a text from Claire saying have a nice shower, cold water only, I want Proof.
The little Bitch.
I had my shower only managing a minute or two under the ice jets of water and used my phone to film it Claire burst out laughing and taunted me. I later had the bland Breakfast,
I opened Saturdays list and saw her orders
Clean The on suite. Your to film yourself licking the shower tray for me, Then text me before you do the toilet.
I scrubbed and cleaned and then text her. She answered almost immediately.
I have left you a little something in the toilet bowl. You have to lick it and film it. If you don’t obey your staying in that cock cage for 6 more months without mercy
I lifted the lid and there were brown Staines all around the pan I could not believe it.
Please Claire no im begging you don’t make me do it im grovelling to you.
Ok She said,
I am being a bit mean you, you don’t have to do it.
I was surprised and relieved and then she laughed,
Another six months in chastity it is then.
I couldn’t do it 6 more months no I was so turned on and frustrated.
I said
Please no I will clean the toilet.
She laughed
I thought you see it my way, NowGet on with it.I want to see it.
I nearly gaged several times as I ran my tongue around the bowl removing the brown Staines as she laughed.
Tell me it tasted good,
I had to say that it tasted great and she laughed,
I will need to make you do it more often then.
Next I had to clean and polish both of their cars , and fully valet the inside,
Claire had left her Gym bag in the boot of her car and there was a little note.
My trainers are inside. Tie one over your nose. And enjoy the smell ha ha .
The gym shoes were evil but I had no choice.
That night I got into the kennel and switched on the laptop. Claire and James were on top of the bed and Claire laughed,
Nice and comfy in there are you. Tonight you get to watch the show. And they both laughed,
Claire was wearing Black Falke Lunelle 8 denier stockings, A black lacy Basque, and looked amazing as she laughed at me and kissed her way down james Stomach and gave him a blow job. She had denied me that pleasure for over 12 months and I was so jealous , but so turned on.
Claire licked his shaft and laughed, See what he gets and you dont loser. And they both laughed.
I had to watch them as the fucked for hours Claire taunting me and deliberately rubbing it in.
Hours later they laughed and said,
Pin dick hope you enjoyed the show .
I eventually fell into a restless sleep until nearly seven and I heard a noise. Omg was that the garden gate , I thought it may have been a burglar or something and listened intently.
Then I heard the stuccato clack of high heels on the paving slabs.
I didn’t know what to do so kept still and quiet.
The steps got closer then I saw a familiar face looking into the kennel
Ha Ha ha it is true she has made you sleep in the kennel that’s so funny.
The face belonged to Ilona a Polish woman from her work, and one of her best friends.
I was so embarrassed I didn’t know what to do.
Ilona was a woman in her early forties. Her husband had died in a car crash 3 years ago . She was about 5ft 6 inches tall. Fair shoulder length hair. With expertly done blonde streaks she had a beautiful high cheek boned delicate face a curvy figure slightly plus size. And gorgeous legs. She was wearing Nude coloured 4 inch stilleto shoes Light tan stockings and a corral Coloured skirt suit. The skirt 4inches above her shapely knee.
Ilona was clearly loving my predicament and laughed,
Well dont just sit there Crawl out here so I can see you.
At this Ilonas phone rang. It was Claire. Unbeknown to me Ilona had text Claire when she opened the gate.
Claire was on speaker as she asked Ilona
Does he look like a pathetic loser.
Ilona was laughing,
Yes like a real idiot loser, OH my god its so funny I cant believe it ,
and the both laughed.
Claire said put him on the phone.
Claire said to me on speaker so ilona could hear.
Well isn’t this a nice little surprise for you loser, ha ha
Now listen to me, Ilona is your total superior today and you are to be her absolute slave for me, She has the same level of authority as me do I make myself clear.
Yes Miss claire I answered.
Good get on your knees and kiss her feet. And don’t stop until she says so,
I knelt in front of Ilona and kissed her nylon feet above her shoes,
Claire said to Ilona so I could hear.
He is your total slave today Ilona, show him no pity or mercy. Make him obey your orders, Have him Pleasure you, do your car your shoes your feet anything you want. Dicpline him foe any mistakes ,slap him kick him and if you have any complaints I will cane his feet when I get back, believe you me he will not want that and they both laughed.
Have a great day. We will be in touch.
Ilona looked like the cat that had got the cream.
Ok slave she said,
Go and cook me bacon and eggs and you can watch me eat it.
The smell of bacon cooking was driving me insane and then watching Ilona eat it savouring every mouth full was torture,
Right eat your Poridge she laughed and I ate the gruel like water based Poridge.
Good , My car needs a good clean, get on with it and I will come out and supervise you,
I pulled her Alfa Romeo Jullieta around to the side of the house and set about cleaning it Ilona with a coffee in her hand came out and sent a text to someone, A few Minutes later Claire phoned,
I heard her say
How is slave ownership.
Ilona replied
I love it hes cleaning my car and Im supervising Its great watching him work hard ha ha .
Claire said,
Dont forget to slap him it motivates him.
Ilona pulled on some gorgeous soft leather Mulberry Leather gloves and ordered me to come over and get on my knees.
She slapped my face hard first with her right then left hand and said,
Work harder your being lazy. Now kiss my feet and get back to work
I bowed down and kissed the tops of her feet and went back to work on her car.
I heard her say ,
OMG I loved slapping his face . I have always wanted to do that , and making him kiss my feet after, amazing. I love it,
Claire laughed,
Slap him as much as you like its good for him.
I worked away and cleaned her car thoroughly inside and out. I got three more slaps for a speck of dirt on one alloy wheel which Ilona loved dishing out.
There was a medium size Holdall in the boot of her car which I was ordered to take inside,
Ilona made me fetch her a coffee and sat on the sofa.
Ok slave get on your knees and take my shoes off. I took her heels off and she laughed
Smell my feet.
I put my nose to the underside of the toes on her left foot and took in the oder of her nylon feet. They actually didnt smell much , mostly warm leather.
Now kiss them slave. Evwey milimeter she order5ed.
I rained kisses down on her nylon feet as she laughed and giggled at me. Next she ordered.
Ok slave you may lick them.
I extended my tongue and licked the soles of her hot feet.
Ilona was loving it and said,
Do they taste good.
I had to reply,
They7 taste wonderfull Mistress Ilona
which made her laugh even more.
Next Ilona rdered,
Stop and lye on the floor
I lay on the carpetted floor and Ilona placed her shoes back on and said,
Im going to teach you where you belong and then put one high heeled foot onto my stomach and put her weight on then brought her other foot up so she was standing on me in her heels.
She burst out laughing and said,
Im going to take a selfie of me stood on you and if you dont do a good job, of being my slave, well all the women at work will be seeing it ha ha .
No Please Ilona dont do that Im begging you I will be a good slave, Please.
Ilona was loving it and said,
thats mistress Ilona to you slave,
Yes mistress Ilona I said as she stepped onto my chest digging her heels in painfully as she did so.
UUPS ive sent it to someone Oh dear.
I was mortified but didnt know until a few seconds later when Claire and James phoned.
Ha ha ha they laughed , Glad your teaching him his place,
Oh, I love this enthused Ilona, so c deliciously cruel.
Why dont you dig your heels into his niples , he loves that laughed Claire.
Oh my god no , that bitch I thought,
Ilona liked that idea and placed her heels directly over my nipples and dug them in
I was moaning in pain very quickly making them all laugh,
Ilona was loving it,
Claire said we are off for some hot sex before I fly home dont go easy on him Ilona he needs discipline.
Ilona was casually adding then easing weight on and off my nipples Torturing me for her pleasure.
After I had really suffered Ilona stepped off me anf lay on the sofa ordering,
Slave get over here and massage my legs,
OMG the evil woman was going to make me massage her nylon legs after weeks in chastity, it was going to be torture,
I took Ilons heels off and started on her gorgeous nylon feet bringing a slight moan of pleasure from her as I needed the nylon soles .
Dont stop loser she moaned or I will slap you silly , do I make myself clear boy,
Yes Mistress Ilon
I replied much to her amusement.
Next Ilona taunted,
I bet your mistress is being fucked right now by your superior as you kneel and serve my feet , like the loser you are, Ha Ha Ha .
Now do my legs , start at the stocking tops slave.
I was so turned on after weeks of frustration, just touching her gorgeous nylon covered legs was driving me mad and she knew it,
I tried hard to stiffle a moan as the restrainer bit into my tortured Penis as It tried desperatly to harden.
Is that your restrainer causing you pain slave,
Asked Ilona with mock concern in her voice,
Yes mistress Ilona
I moaned.
Good , slaves have to suffer for their superiors , dont you dare stop slave,
I massaged her legs and she loved it then she said,
Slave I need tongue service, Your mistress says you have to do it, and you had better do a good job, You had better please me or that photos going to be all over my work next week,
At this she kicked me away and sat up on the sofa, Lifting her skirt up and pulleing down her tiny panties she spread her legs and ordered,
Get that tongue to work now,
I immediately put my head between her nylon thighs and lapped away at her Pussy bringing a hiss of pleasure from her lips,
I lapped away for several minutes then she gripped my head with her nylon thighs and shouted,
Dont you dare stop or I will have you punished sevearly .
Shortly after she came right in my face, holding my head in position with her thighs.
Several minutes passed until she released me and said,
Slave remove my stockings.
I was so turned on as I put my hands on her silky stocking tops and started to shake with frustration.
Whao she salpped my face a stinging blow and said,
Did I give you permission to shake.
I wailed
No mistress Im sorry Mistress I cant help it im so frustrated Mistress
This brought a giggle from her,
You are going to have to make it up to me. Take my stockings off and lick my bare feet. I want you to take your time .
I some how managed to remove her stockings and started to lick the soles of her feet.
Ilona was moaning with pleasure and ordered,
Tell me your my slave and have to do anything I want.
I am your slave Mistress Ilona , have have to do whatever you say.
I replied,
Get your tongue between my toes slave and lick them like you mean it.
She ordered,
I firstly ran my tongue the full width of the ridge between the ball of her foot and her toes and then darted my tongue between her two smallest toes on her right foot. She was almost purring.
After I had thoroughly worshipped her feet she said,
Fetch me your Mistreses Riding crop.
I was worried she was going to whipp me but had to obey her, and handed her the 3ft crop.
She had me kneel in front of her and ordered, Kiss your way up my legs slave,
I slowly kissed my way up to her inner thighs the she ordered
Worship my pussy slave,
My restrainer was nearly breaking as I was so turned on and touched my tongue on her damp pussy.
I was lapping anf lapping at her pussy and even at a very steady Rhythm my tongue began to ache,
Ilona must have noticed and ordered,
Faster slave.
I lapped faster as she raised the crop and delivered a cruel blow to my back.
2 minutes latter she lashed my back again Saying
I said faster slave,
She then lashed me twice more to encourage obedience.
I lapped and lapped and eventually she climaxed in my face again.
She relaxed for a few minutes before saying,
Lye down face up.
I obeyed.
She knelt over mt face facing away from my head and said.
I bet your gorgeous wife is being fucked right now by your superior james, Your only good for slave duties, Now lick my ass slave .
And she lowered her magnificent bottom onto my face,
I lapped away at her but hole which was bringing more moans of pleasure from her
