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Chapter 1 and 2
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Chapter 1 The Preparation
It was not my first party. I had been to five or six others, or should
I say I entertained at them. My jailer came by to tell me the
preparations would begin in a few minutes. Right on schedule, the slave
girls arrived and were let into my cell. I was bathed, shaved and
scrubbed in silence, and they were ushered out, leaving me alone with
my thoughts.
Since arriving here about a year ago, my life has drastically change,
to say the least. Thanks to my jailer I am stronger and more muscular,
and I'm sure that my old friends would never recognise me. For one
thing, I have no hair anywhere on my entire body. I have rings pierced
through my nose, nipples and penis. I have not worn clothes for the
entire time of my captivity. I live in a rather large cell situated in
the center of a equally large room. My walls are iron bars, so that I
may be constantly watched. My cell has two cameras to that follow me
wherever I move to. I have a large bed, a chair, a TV, a toilet and a
sunken shower and tub. It sounds luxurious, but being under this
constant scrutiny leaves one feeling very naked and violated.
Day to day I am under the control and supervision of my jailer, a tall
beautiful woman who reports directly to my Mistress. A lot of my
training is conducted by my jailer, who daily puts me through a workout
in the weight room to ensure my physical conditioning. She is also in
charge of transporting me back and forth to my Mistress, which is why I
had just been prepared.
My Mistress is a lady of about forty years, who is the publisher of an
underground magazine and the head of a secret society of women who
believe in female supremacy. They believe that males are in the world
to serve the needs of women, and that once trained properly they can be
allowed to serve that role. To them a male is a creature designed for
heavy work, serving the sexual needs of the female, and for
entertainment. Nothing else. They use the argument that his physical
strength, reinforces the belief in his being a beast of burden and
since his testicles, his most sensitive organs, are on the outside of
his body, they are there for disciplinary reasons. For all his strength
he is ultimately completely vulnerable by the females access to his
testicles. For this and many other reasons they believe that female
supremacy is the natural order of the world.
This Society of Women meet about once a month, and judging from all the
hustle and bustle around her today, I'd say that tonight's the night.
If tonight follows the last meetings, I will be the entertainment, and
will be displayed for a couple of hours, then they will take me to the
games room for their further enjoyment.
When my jailer returned and entered my cell, I immediately dropped to
my knees and kissed her feet. Failure to show this kind of respect to a
female results in severe punishment in the punishment room. While
kneeling before her, I was collared with a collar with a number of
rings in it, and it was locked on. Then wrist and ankle cuffs were
locked on. My wrists were drawn up behind my back and attached to my
collar. My ankles cuffs were attached together and locked. A leather
collar was snapped around my balls and tightened and locked. To make
the package complete, small bells were hung from the rings in my
nipples and the ring in my cock. I was now ready for the journey to
where the festivities would take place.
Chapter 2 The Party
I was made to walk in front of my jailer, high on my toes as I have
been trained. Since my ankles were hobbled, I could only take very
short steps. This caused the bells dangling from my rings, to echo in
the long hallways. Although they insisted in my total bondage, they
rarely blindfolded me, partly in the belief that a male should be able
to see the female, his superior in control, and be humbled before her.
They believed this continued show of strength on their part was good
for the male's overall training. So in my predicament I made my way up
the great hall towards my fate.
The walls are covered in mirrors and I glanced at my reflection as I
walked along, completely naked, and the bells ringing in rhythm to my
footsteps. My chest protruded because of my arms bound behind my back,
and my erect cock swayed back and forth. I could see how these women
found it erotic to see a male so completely under their control. For
many years males had controlled women and now we were being repaid with
a vengeance. The problem is that seeing myself like this, a part of me
likes the feeling of serving these beautiful creatures.
My jailer trailed close behind me. She was dressed in a red and black
leather outfit with hightop leather boots. Her in her leather and me in
mine. What a contrast. Making sure my progress was to her liking, and
that I was high on my toes, she laced her whip across my ass every few
steps.
We entered the mirrored elevator and she pushed the button for the main
floor. When the door opened, I was forced out into a huge room occupied
by six to eight women standing around talking and sipping glasses of
wine. They all turned to look at me as I was marched into the center of
the room.
A smile came over the face of my Mistress as I was led to her. As
trained I dropped to my knees and kissed her feet. She attached a leash
to my balls and led me crawling around the room to kiss the feet of the
other guests. She then jerked me back up onto my toes and she led me
around the room so everyone could see me. She then handed me back to
the jailer who led me to a pedestal, about a foot off the floor. I was
placed on it standing high on my toes, and my nose ring was attached to
a chain above me and pulled up even higher, obviously with my nose high
in the air. A leather bit was jammed into my mouth, and on each side
protruding out about six inches was a cloth banner reading " The
Perfect Male". The women gather around to inspect me as the pedestal
rotated slowly in a circle, giving them a full view of me. Some of the
women made comments and others just sipped their wine and continued
their conversation. My Mistress announced that if they continued in
their work, that one day all males would be in this predicament and the
world would be a better and safer place.
With that my Mistress went to check on dinner and I was left to hang in
front of everyone. I could see myself in the mirror as I slowly
circled, and I wondered what they had in store for me after dinner.
When they went in to eat I was left hanging but after about an hour I
was taken down and ordered onto my knees. I was then blindfolded and
led crawling into another room. I was placed between the legs of one of
the women and my head was forced into her pussy. I hungrily licked and
ate her warm wet vagina and clit until she climaxed and then I was
taken on to the next one. This continued for about an hour or so. Each
one I went to was wetter than the last, probably from sitting watching
in anticipation. They all tasted wonderful, all were slightly different
but they were all delicious. I hated to have this body worship end but
finally I serviced the last on and was then led from the room.
I was taken into the games room and my jailer removed the blindfold and
finally my wrists were released from behind my back. Unfortunately they
were pulled up to an overhead streader bar and re-attached. My ankles
were unhobbled and they were stread wide apart and attached to
ringbolts in the floor. My jailer went to the wall and flicked a switch
and I was lifted up into the air until my body was stretched wide
open. Satisfied with the way I looked she left the room.
A while passed and suddenly my Mistress entered the room followed by
the rest of the women. They were dressed for business. All wore leather
halters and outfits sure to make a man shrink. Unfortunatly for me I
just got harder. They circled me and my Mistress announced she was
going to give a lecture on how to properly whip a male slave. She began
with a riding crop and continued with a cat-o-nine-tails. I was ordered
to count her strokes and was crying out after the first ten. She
continued, expertly finding places to intensify the pain.
After about eighty, I hung before them limp and soaked. To finish up,
she gave them each a turn of five each. Finally I was released form
suspension and given some water. No sooner had I devoured it, I was
retied with my wrists up behind my back again and my ankles hobbled.
I was informed that I was going to walk the gauntlet. Two lines of
women were formed, four on each side and they spread at least an arms
width apart. At one end was my Mistress and the other my jailer. I was
ordered to walk high on my toes towards my Mistress and when I got
there she would place a clothes pin on my body. I was then to turn
around and walk back to my jailer who did the same thing. This was to
repeat until all the clothes pins were attached to my body. To make
matters worse as I walked back and forth between the lines of women
they took turns in whipping me as I passed them, each taking a turn at
marking my body. To the delight of the guests, this torture carried on
for what seemed like hours, until I carrying with me all the clothes
pins. My nipples and my balls were screaming for relief.
When they were taken off I was taken to a custom made bench and laid
down on it. I was strapped in and blindfolded. It was designed so that
a women's sexual needs could be satisfied. She could straddle my face
either standing or kneeling, straddle my cock kneeling or she could
press a handle and my legs would be spread and lifted so she could fuck
me with a dildo. Or as was happening to me now she could do all of
these things at once. They took turns with me until they had all been
satiated and I was covered in pussy juice and sweat. My penis and balls
ached from not being allowed to come. I just lay there gasping as they
slowly left the room.
My jailer led me back down to my cell and fastened my wrists to my
sides so I couldn't masturbate. I lay there aching and tried to think
of how this all began.
to be continued...
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