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Chapter 3 and 4
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Subject: Story: Enslavement, part 2/3 (F/m)
Chapter 3 The Capture
A little over a year ago, I had been a fairly successful ad executive,
working all day and hanging out in singles bars all night. I had a
steady girlfriend but I used her mainly for sex and only paid attention
to her when I was horny. One night while I was out on the town, I was
picked by a woman who invited me back to her apartment. Naturally I
went and when settled in and she gave me a drink. The drink was drugged
and when I awoke I was naked and laying in a steel cage. After many
hours I was given some food and as I found out it too was drugged.
When I was awakened I was immediately blindfolded and led to a large
room. I was tied hand and foot and a rope was fastened around my neck.
Then the blindfold was taken off. Beside me, in a long row were about
ten other men. We were all standing tall with our hands behind our
backs, and a noose around our necks. If we tried to move were were only
strangling ourselves. After a while a group of women filed and began to
look us over. If we spoke our noose was lifted and were pulled up
higher onto our toes. We quickly got the idea to keep our mouths shut
while the women prodded us and grabbed us by the balls.
An announcement was given and they proceeded to auction us off. It was
unbelievable. One by one we were put up on the block and the women bid
on us. When my Mistress out bid the others for me I was hauled away and
transported to her mansion.
That night I was brought before her in bondage and ordered to kneel at
her feet. I was informed that unless I did exactly as she ordered I
would be killed. My life was starting anew and my sole purpose in life
was to serve her whenever she wished. I was her property and she had
the bill of sale to prove it. All the trappings of my masculine power
were going to be removed. To further enhance my nakedness, all the hair
on my head and body would be removed. Rings would pierce my body so I
could be controlled and led easier. In case I ever thought of
disobeying her or trying to overpower her a small device would be
implanted inside my body that she could trigger by remote control. The
electrical charge from that device would immediately bring me to my
knees. She wore the control on her hand and it looked like a large
ring. With that I was led away.
Over the next few weeks I was under the constant supervision and
training by my jailer. How to walk, how to kneel, how to sit and
overall how to be subservient. I was shown the proper way to service
their bodies with my tongue, and how to worship their feet. And every
night I was hung and whipped to reinforce their control over me. One
night my Mistress appeared and fastened me up and made a ceremony out
of piercing me and inserting rings into my nose, nipples and through my
cock. Then she took delight in leading me throughout the house with
them.
The next few weeks passed rather fast as I got a grasp on what my role
was and what my chores were to be. I slowly began to forget my previous
life and concentrate on the many new things I was being taught.
Chapter 4 The Garden
When I awoke the morning after the party, breakfast was brought to me
and I was unfastened and told to eat and shower. My jailer said she
would return in an hour and I was to be taken to the garden. I assumed
this was so I could be sketched. My Mistress like to put me into
bondage and sit before me and sketch me for articles in her magazine.
She felt that the more women could see how wonderful it was to see a
naked male in bondage, the more would join her in her quest for female
supremacy.
I was taken from my cell in the usual bondage position for walking and
led to the garden. My Mistress was already sitting in her chair and I
knelt to kiss her feet. She told my jailer to crucify me and she would
ber back in a few minutes. I was tied onto a large mechanical cross and
she pulled a lever and I was lifted upright. My wrists were fastened on
the crossbeams and my ankles were tied to rings near the base, about a
foot off the ground. At first it was quite uncomfortable but it slowly
became extremely painful. My Mistress came back and waited until I was
stretched in a lot of pain before she began to sketch.
She drew slowly as I hung before her. She talked about her new world
order, and how there would be no crime. She said that males had ruined
the world and that women and the planet had been victims for too long.
She talked about her Society being a leader in the eventual control of
men and how they would be put to the use that they were intended for,
hard work and pleasing women. She talked about keeping men strong and
in good shape, not feminizing them. She believed in strong women
controlling strong men.
She commented on my progress saying that I was becoming quite useful.
She mentioned that my predecessor had died on the cross that I was on.
He had attacked one of her guests one day, so she had him crucified in
front of everyone, the guests and the other slaves. She said he had
taken a few days to die and it was very painful and if I ever did
anything like it I would face the same fate.
With that she stood up, showed me the drawing and called for the jailer
to take me down.
....to be continued.
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