Whips Or Kisses

Clearly - the world was undergoing through unprecedented
metamorphic changes. It all culminated some sixty years ago, with
the prolonged war which inevitably led to nuclear destruction and
devastated the world.

But out of the ensuing rubble and chaos, something miraculous
happened. A small group of visionary woman banded together to form a
secret council. They believed that the warring factions had once
again allowed their male ego’s to intercede, thus proving once and
for all that male leadership inevitably leads to death and
destruction. Surly, (they reasoned) natures true intent was for
women to rule the world.

This movement quickly evolved, and soon more than ten thousand of
the most courageous and dedicated women alive were banded together -
in pursuit of this incredible cause.

These women shared one common bond - they were sick and tired of
men destroying the planet! With great fortitude and guile, they
succeeded in taking over what used to be the United States.

Aptly, they renamed their country “Genesis”!

The first law of the land was simple: All men were to be
subservient to women! Any man or woman who dared resist this law,
was summarily killed. For many years the men attempted countless
revolutions, but natures intentions was not to be denied.

Now, sixty years later, the council was in complete control and
slowly taking over the world.

Nation after nation fell under the might of Genesis, and the
conquered quickly discovered that Genesis was completely
nondiscriminatory. The fate for all was the same! Man women or
child, as soon as they were captured, were immediately sold into
slavery.

Most were sold by auctions, which were open to all the female
citizens of Genesis. However, only the ten thousand women who helped
create the original government council, as well as their female
decedents, were allowed unlimited ownership of slaves.

The remainder female citizens of Genesis were limited to ten
slaves and two male consorts, to do with as they wished.

Not long ago my native country slowly came to grips with a simple
fact: it was only a matter of time before we would inevitably lose
our continuing war with Genesis. Faced with the choice of continuing
to fight and uselessly sacrificing thousands of our young men every
single day of the war, or to surrender at once - our government
chose the latter. Three weeks ago, as the ink dried on the paper agreeing to our
unconditional surrender, my fate as a slave was sealed!

After what seemed ages I heard Her key in the door and the door opened then closed. I could immediately smell Her perfume and smiled to myself. Being blindfolded meant that all sounds held great significance for me and I listened avidly to Her progress through the room. First I heard the soft rustle of Her coat being removed and draped across a chair. Then She seemed to go on a short tour of the room, not speaking or even acknowledging my existence – as if I was just one of the room accessories.

She then made me adjust my kneeling position – spreading my legs a little wider apart and keeping them that far apart with a bar strapped to my thighs – before placing me in two separate collars. One around my neck – the other around my balls. A cold metal chain was link first to the neck collar, then to my ball collar, next through a ring on the spreader bar to my ankles and finally to my wrist cuffs – She pulled it taut enough to make me stay in position – I could not straighten up, could hardly move unless She released me.

As She tore open the packages that I had brought that day She spoke quietly and with some amusement.

“You know mike, for some time I’ve been of the opinion that You haven’t really understood your position – that you have been a little too quick and self-assured in your declarations of undying obedience and love. Well today we are going to set you straight. I am going to demonstrate to you not only why you must obey and love your Mistress totally, but what will happen if you ever even contemplate promising something to me without really meaning it.

And it is so nice to know you are, despite any protestations, going to enjoy it. But I know you will … you have always said that you live only for My pleasure – so I am going to really enjoy today, and tomorrow, and the next day to the full. Enjoy listening to you beg, watching you cry for Me.”

My heart was beating fast, and my head spinning out of control, all my senses seemed to be keenly alert to any slight touch or noise. When it finally came it was devastating in its surprise and simplicity.

She kissed me.

My Mistress seemed in no hurry to carry out Her plans for me. After all I reasoned, She has me here, at Her mercy and helpless for as long a She desires….

My reverie was broken by the addition of nipple clamps and an almost rough tightening of the chain that was maintaining my knelt position.

“You must pay better attention slave or I will have to make sure you do.”,She said.

“As I was saying, I have you completely and utterly in my power now. For the next few days I am going to show you just what that means and also what it doesn’t mean.

For example, it doesn’t mean you will be in constant pain, or even any pain at all unless I wish it. It also doesn’t mean that I shall be using you constantly for wild fucking sessions. In essence, what it means is that you have to pay complete attention to my wishes – all the time. My needs, fantasies, desires, ideas and decisions are the only ones that mean anything to you from now onwards. Is that understood? Nod once for yes.” I nodded.

“Good, now one lesson I insist you learn well is patience. To that end I am going to keep you bound and in this position for a few hours. From time to time I may amuse myself by playing with or touching your body – you are NOT to react beyond an initial shudder. If you make any sounds or move too much I will just extend the time you have to stay like this.

Oh, and just to make sure that you don’t get too bored I am going to give you something more to think about.”

With no other warning She spanked my totally vulnerable bottom – slowly –after each 5 resounding slaps She fondled my cock until it was hard again and whispered,

“I wonder how long it would take to condition you to associate the spanking sensations with this arousal slave? Not very long I suspect.”

Finally, after 25 slaps, She stopped and said, “That was not a punishment slave, only a demonstration of both your total helplessness, and My ability to act upon my whims. Suffice to say that you will only know when your time of confinement is over when I begin to release you. I think I shall just look at all the toys we have now – perhaps try a few…. don’t go away my sore little pet.”

I could hear her rummaging around in the packages and could only kneel and wonder how long this ordeal would last. My bum was throbbing slightly – not burning or stinging – She had not been trying to damage Her property, only impress it. I was certainly impressed – and very conscious of how my fear and psychological dependency on Her was growing.

Thwack! — a light explodes in my skull as something hard hits my bum!

“Hmmmmmm…. not a bad paddle – Yes I like that one, we’ll keep that for later.”

I can hear more packages being undone – soft “oohs” and “aahs” from Her as She discovers something She likes. I realize that I am totally 100% concentrated on listening now.

Just then she places some headphones playing Mozart over my ears. Time dissolves.

For what seemed hours but may only have been minutes a number of contrasting sensations overwhelmed me. Some painful, some arousing, some even painfully arousing – always they lasted just a little too long (or less than long enough) for me to be comfortable with them. I was never quite sure if I had contained my reactions enough to suit Her or was each time extending my sentence further.

Eventually they stopped – completely. I felt my hands, ankles, knees and other bondage being freed and removed – finally the headphones were removed and so was the gag and blindfold.

“Don’t speak slave. I am pleased with you – do not spoil the moment.”

I lay there – allowing my eyes to adjust to the brightness of the light – my ears to the loudness of Her voice. My mouth felt dry, and as if sensing that She placed a cool glass to my lips.

“Today is to be a day of contrasts slave. You have felt a tiny piece of the harsh reality of being owned. Now I am going to allow You to taste the benefits of pleasing me. You have precisely 20 minutes before we dine – you may do anything you desire to my body slave… provided you follow my rules:

Rule 1: you may only touch Me with your tongue

Rule 2: you may not touch yourself at all

Rule 3: you are allowed to cum if you can without breaking Rules 1 & 2

Rule 4: you will be punished if I am displeased

Nod if you understand the rules slave. I already know you must accept them.”I, of course, nodded eagerly. She stood before me – disrobed completely and lay on the bed with a soft sigh and seemed to be almost composed for sleep. “Don’t forget slave – watch the clock – in 20 minutes it will be over…..”

I began at Her toes – determined not to miss a square inch on my exploration of Her loveliness….

A few days had passed now since he had arrived at the hotel to stay with his Mistress for a long-term training session. She had already demonstrated to him that being a good slave could mean wonderful rewards and praise. She had also shown him that any failures on his part, or even a bad mood on Her part, were always to be attributed to failure by him and would be severely punished so that he would never forget his position.

His Mistress had also taken great pains to tell him how much She loved him and that She was only teaching him in such a cruel fashion to spare Herself the pain of hurting the one She loved so much in the future. This, She said, meant that She must be very strict, very precise and extremely ruthless in finding and eradicating any incipient faults within Her property.

The term She had used was “Stress Testing and Correction”.

At the time She had been explaining the finer points of Her plans to him he had been in a good position to understand exactly what She was talking about. He had been in constant bondage of some sort for the last few days—had been reminded, forcefully on occasion, of his menial and precarious status as Her property and as a toy with which She might play … or break … as the whim took Her.

Take for example his present condition—he was being punished, again, for not having been able to control his erection properly—well that was partially the reason…

Mistress had been testing him by requiring him to look at some pictures that She had found on the web. Pictures of men and women undergoing torments of various types. She had already attached his wrist and ankle rings to Her chair and had gently held his cock in Her hand to gauge his reaction to each of the pictures in turn. She then made detailed notes after showing him each photograph for about 30 seconds, asking him to describe the scene he saw. It seemed very scientific and She said nothing else at all to him during the 45 minutes it took.

He knew instinctively that he was in trouble when, rather than just releasing him, his Mistress had re-attached the wrist rings to his ankle rings and left him kneeling helplessly alone for about 15 minutes. When She returned he was visibly shaking and very afraid but couldn’t imagine what he had done or what would happen to him. His Mistress started speaking softly behind him.

“mike—do not speak just listen. I know you will think I am being unfair when I explain to you what is about to happen, but that too is a part of your training as My slave—I cannot, by definition, be unfair to my property.

During the test just now—especially towards the end I made note of some more than trivial reactions to the pictures I was showing you. Now, I don’t know if you realize but part of your reaction will have been at a deep psychological level—that was one reason why I tested you in that way—to gauge the success of my conditioning of your subconscious mind. Unfortunately, I discovered two disturbing facts.

One—your conditioning is not as strong on the subconscious level as I had hoped it would be by this time, and,

Two—you seem to have developed a sexual fixation around men like yourself being locked in inescapable, sometimes painful, cock chastity devices and then being tormented by their Mistresses.

While I see nothing wrong per-se with that fixation I am extremely unhappy and angry that you have allowed yourself to become fixated on anything without My express permission or orders.

I have decided to kill two birds with one stone, mike—I am going to step up your training regime another notch—we are going to concentrate on those areas which directly affect your subconscious mind, your fear and terror. At
the same time I have decided to teach you a lesson about your ridiculous fixation. I am going to first show you just very how unpleasant those devices and torments can be in real-life—and then, once you really believe and fear them with all your heart—make them a regular—vital—part of your training from now onward.

By the time we are through here mike I will have instilled a totally instinctive dread of these devices into your subconscious mind—which of course will make them an ideal tool for future punishments.

Stay there slave and think about devotion and obedience—I shall be back to continue your training in about an hour, maybe longer.”

Earlier that day Mistress had made it very clear that She found my deep-rooted sexual fantasies to be both misguided and in need of physical clarification. She had as much as said that I was in need of some real-life examples of how unrealistic my expectations and excitements were.

She had left me—seemingly hours ago—to contemplate Her opinions and intentions. I was extremely worried—had I made the right decision when I agreed to become Her slave I wondered?

Then with a shudder it came home to me with a thud. It was too late for me to have thoughts such as those—I was a slave now—actually and completely—She had the means, motives and intentions of clamping down cruelly and completely on my life if I so much as hesitated to obey or please Her. I was trapped, captured, confined and helplessly bound in Her web now - no escape, no possibility of rescue—I had better shape up or suffer the chillingly vague yet terrifyingly clear consequences.

So there I knelt—ankles and wrists attached together—not daring to move a muscle. Hoping for Her to return soon—yet very scared of what might happen once She did.

At that moment She opened the door and walked into the room. I tried not to move at all but couldn’t quite stop a tremor of fear and anxiety wash over me.

“Did I say You could move mike?”, came Her cool voice from behind me. That was immediately followed by a cruel slash of a riding crop across my right thigh causing me to cry out in fear and pain—but of course I couldn’t move away from it or even think of escaping.

“I’ve decided, at least in the short term, to make Your dreams come true mike—as well as enjoying mine of course”, She said in quite a normal conversational voice. “Normally I wouldn’t allow a slave’s fantasies to sway me at all in how I treat him—but in your case I think there’s a valuable lesson for you to learn. A lesson about love and obedience.”

She stood behind me and used her crop to encourage me to raise my bum as high as I could while keeping my toes on the floor and using my forehead as a forward pivot—Her taps on my balls getting progressively harder as I struggled to assume the position She wanted.

“Do not move mike” came Her order in a voice the brooked no discussion whatsoever.

I felt something cold touch my cock and balls, She pulled my flaccid cock until it was quite long and thin, and wrapped something around and behind my balls and cock. A number of loud clicks followed and a feeling of tightness around both my cock and balls remained after She moved away.

“Keep still mike—I want to see how aesthetically pleasing it is.  After all it’s going to be there for a while.”

She sat quietly on a chair nearby for a while—walked around me a felt my balls and the tip of my cock.

“Hmmm… I suppose it’s OK—it might need some adjustment by the engineer at the shop. We’ll see how much chafing there is after the first week.”

My mind was a whirl—I was still unused to the speed with which my Mistress could make decisions and then act upon them. It was clear to me now that She had locked me into some sort of cock chastity device and was intending to keep me in it for some time. I was still wondering if this was a fantasy come true or some nightmare I would awake from at any moment.

Mistress unlocked my wrists from my ankles and told me to sit beside Her on the sofa. As I moved stiffly to obey I stole a glance at the device—it looked very strong—small enough to be worn under clothing—and completely impregnable without a key.

“How does it feel mike?”, she asked almost tenderly.

“It’s cold and tight Mistress—not too bad Ma’am”, I replied nervously.

“You do understand that I’m doing this to you because I love you mike? Because I can’t allow you to be anything but my perfect slave from now onwards—and to do that I have to educate you and train you until you understand and act the way I want you to instinctively?”

“Y.yes Ma’am”, I stuttered. Mistress had started rubbing my balls and the protruding tip of my cock—I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as my cock tried unsuccessfully to burst it’s confining prison—tiny interior pinpoints were making sharp little indentations along the length of my cock already. It was excruciating.

“I’m going to be doing a lot of things you will find sexually exciting over the next week or so mike—you have my permission to become erect whenever you wish until I remove the device my sweet”, she giggled. “But I’m afraid I must insist you do not have any orgasms my love, they make you lazy and slow to obey.”

“Now”, she said smiling, “I bought you another present! It’s a picture book of all sorts of fantasies I just know will turn you on my sweet slave…. and later we can watch a video or two—won’t that be nice mike?”

“Yes Mistress”, I said as enthusiastically as the pains in my cock and balls would allow. I was also coping with that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach—the one that reminds me that my Mistress never ever makes idle threats or promises.

Over the next few days my Mistress concentrated solely on perfecting Her control and honing my reflexes of submission to Her. She found it a simple matter now to extract from me whatever information She wished. All She had to do was allude to or describe, or sometimes start to actually perform the kinds of tasks She had already determined were the one’s that aroused my inner lusts beyond my ability to control.

She seemed to take a great delight in continuing with these, to Her I’m sure, pleasant games far beyond the point where I had fallen to the floor begging Her to stop.

True to Her word (as always) I had been kept locked within the cock and ball chastity device constantly—the chafing had not been as bad as She had feared it might and on a number of occasions She had commented, to my horror, on how She might leave it on indefinitely!

My life had been turned completely upside-down from the moment She had taken my freedom—I realized now that I had never ever had a chance or choice in this—She had decided I was to be Her slave and everything from that moment
on had borne me inexorably towards Her goal (and my dream) of total and absolute submission and slavery. Well here I was—uncomfortable, hurting, sometimes in agony—but also very much in love with my Mistress and the way She treated Her property.

My conditioning had taken a while to get going—Mistress seemed to be amused at the things She found out that caused me to beg for mercy now—She had made me read aloud some of Her book selection and also watch a few videos— She always made a careful note of the things which caused my painful outcries—and also, worryingly, the things that most definitely turned me off.

A few of Her tests had seemed quite bizarre to me but She made it perfectly clear that I must cooperate enthusiastically with all Her games or be severely punished—for a single unenthusiastic response I had been chained to Her bed and She had read to me a particularly scary story of how a Lady had used hypnosis and submission training to condition Her slave to become a sissy-slut for his Mistress—She used a similar chastity device to the one I was wearing and conditioned him to not only need to be a girl but to hate it at the same time. This was a story that intrigued me and in places turned me on quite a bit—and also turned me off totally in some places. During the parts that turned me on my Mistress ensured by soft caresses that my cock got big enough to be extremely painful inside its spiked sheath—and during the bits where I became soft and flaccid she massaged and caressed it harder but never to the point that it hurt—just pleasurable.

Given the subject matter of conditioning and mind control—and her occasional whispered questions about whether I thought that She might do those things to me—I became more and more freaked out. In fact at one point I hyperventilated and fainted—for which I was whipped.

Something I hadn’t expected and truly loved (even though it did cause a great deal of discomfort) was my Mistress allowing me to sleep with Her. On the first night of my chastity She had said “Well, I don’t think there’s much chance of you raping me slave—come here” and pulled back the duvet beside her. “If you snore or fidget I will chain you to that wall standing on tiptoe with a weight suspended from your balls slave. Now I want to hug and be hugged, stroke and caress me until I tell you to stop or
until I fall asleep.”

I did my very best to please Her that night and the following nights— I wasn’ t allowed to touch Her anywhere too intimate. Of course She touched me wherever She pleased—sometimes causing me to whimper softly. I was awoken the this morning by an extremely painful erection—this caused Her a lot of mirth as I begged permission to take a very cold shower.

“Hmmmm… that’s a very good idea slave—make sure you scrub everything nice and clean—don’t worry about the chastity device—it’s rust-proof. Did you know they do a combined inflatable enema syringe/butt-plug addition?
I love technology….”. And so another day of my slavery began.

Quite a few days after my initial introduction to the power and complete durability of my Mistress’ decision to teach me what it is like to have a fantasy become reality, She must have decided it was time for my “cozy” little world to once more be shaken.

I had become as used to wearing the terrible device as anyone could given that their Mistress was constantly enjoying finding new ways to ensure that the device of my dreams (and not She—as She constantly reminded me) caused me extreme discomfort—sometimes agony.

Add to that my complete lack of either full erection or any form of orgasm for what seemed a lifetime and I think it is pretty obvious how uncomfortable I was feeling—and sorry for myself.

This had brought me into minor conflict on occasion with my Mistress— a little surliness on my part had resulted in a protracted and agonizing stint spread-eagled facing the wall as She crises-crossed my back with welts from a
single-tailed whip.

Mistress seemed quite unconcerned over my recent misbehavior saying things like “it’s just a period of adjustment”, and “quite understandable—but of course that does not mean it’s forgivable or ignorable”, and also “I wouldn’t’ t want to spoil you or cheat you out of your proper training mike”. Sounding almost sympathetic before She spent the next 30 minutes completely ignoring any pleas or cries for mercy. Of course the cock-restraint remained in place almost constantly.

As a result of all this high-pressure high-incentive training I had become extremely wary of showing even the slightest instinctive reaction to any order Mistress might give me—in fact it seemed as time went by that new instincts of servility and total obedience were being deeply imprinted on my psyche.

Today Mistress had told me to expect a “nice surprise”—and then strapped me firmly to a leather chair—my arms behind the back and my knees up high and kept spread wide apart.

She had been toying with my cock for a while—squeezing my balls a little—testing my reactions to see if any self-control had appeared— She seemed woefully disappointed that I still did not have the willpower to avoid the resulting pain of an erection at Her hands. She totted and made more notes in her files.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and a young lady entered carrying a small case.

“Aaah good—mike this is Sandra—she is going to do that tattoo we discussed. Just a moment Sandra—I need to remove his control device.”

Mistress unlocked and removed the chastity device and whispered in my ear….

“mike, Sandra can do the teardrop behind your balls and then leave— or you can get an erection from looking at her or being touched by her. If that happens she will also pierce your cock for me and I will have her install a much more permanent form of chastity device. Nod if you understand— do not dare speak.”

“He’s all yours Sandra—I shall watch.”

A buzzing sound started in my head—then I realized it was Sandra’s tattoo pen—holding dark red ink…. I started thinking about trees and lakes—anything to avoid thinking about Sandra and her hands….. oh no…

The next hour and a half was a most severe test of his self-control— Sandra seemed to take a perverse delight in “rearranging” the position of mike’s “equipment” as she called it. Often.

Mistress had at the start positioned a large mirror such that mike could see everything the was happening—he was also ordered to watch it carefully as any inattention would be rewarded by further attention from Sandra’s needle-pen, along with a later punishment for increasing the cost.

mike watched and tried very hard to externalize his feelings—looking at the still miraculously flaccid penis and balls in the mirror as if they belonged to someone else completely. Then with a shock he realized that that was exactly true now—Mistress had taken possession and ownership and was now ensuring he realized exactly what that meant.

For some reason this truth comforted him and allowed him to ignore most of Sandra’s soft touches—and then the, more irritating, buzz touches as she began to inscribe Mistress’ indelible mark in his most intimate nether-regions.

mike watched dazedly thinking “No turning back ever—I am owned and marked as such now”, biting his lip and feeling a small tear trickle down his face he then gave a small, brave, smile and thought “thank You Mistress … I love You”.

After Sandra had finished her artistry she packed up her tools and went outside with Mistress for a few minutes—all mike could do was lie there staring at the dark red teardrop now adorning his perinea region— “at least Sandra does very artistic work” he thought.

When Mistress returned She seemed quite happy to leave him there to contemplate his new adornment for a while—in fact She reminded him that She had not given permission to look away just yet. About 10 minutes later She came and sat down next to him. She spoke quietly, with a kindness in
Her voice.

“I am quite proud of My slave today—I fully expected you to fail My latest test and then I would have had to carry out My promise to have you pierced. Not that it matters of course—one day I shall decide to have you pierced and
chained down there anyway I expect. Still you have pleased me today slave.”

With that She replaced the tight chastity device around his cock and balls before releasing his legs and arms from their bondage to the chair. mike barely noticed how tight and cold it felt—he was basking in the warmth of Her praise—nothing else existed at that moment.

“Tonight I am going to give You a reward slave—I’m going to fuck you.”

mike almost collapsed on the spot as the inevitable erection triggered by Her words forced the tiny spikes deep into his cock.

“Anally of course”, she continued barely noticing his agony. “Now do come along mike—we need to clean you up and bathe your mark before bedtime”, She said as She strode from the room.

Mistress told me that, although She was very pleased with my earlier performance, She had to guard against becoming too soft or lenient with me.

“To do so”, she said, “would be to cheat you of Your deepest desire to become My perfect slave. And incidentally rob me of such a lot of amusement along the way!”

I was then treated to a long list of my faults and recent failures (from Mistress’ copious and ever-present notes). The main among these being: “Far too proud and comfortable with your lot”.

Mistress continued, “Now I know that Sandra’s visit has left you a little shaken, and I am enjoying how queasy that’s making you look mike. But I really do think it’s time to take you down a peg or two—demonstrate your inherent lowliness a bit more forcefully”.

“Now, since I’ve decided to take your anal virginity tonight sweet slave we need to clean you up—both internally and externally. Go in the bathroom and kneel in the bath mike—I shall be in shortly”.

I did as ordered—shaking and feeling very forlorn.

Mistress walked in carrying a number of pipes and bags and a jug of steaming liquid.

“Now mike—this isn’t going to be very pleasant for either of us. But mostly unpleasant for you I’m afraid. What is going to happen is I am going to fill your bowels with hot soapy water—this in turn is going to make you cramp quite a bit and want to empty them. You will of course wait for permission. The first time will be awfully smelly and rather unpleasant. The next 3 times will be less messy—but of course you will also be holding them for progressively longer and longer. The 5th, and possibly final, enema will be held in by a butt-plug and you will be required to go and fetch something from my car. If you lose the plug or have an accident, you won’t be allowed back in here tonight—do I make myself clear?”

Her voice had that undercurrent of steel I had come to fear down to my bones.

“Yes Mistress”, I responded quickly.

“Oh and as an added incentive slave—I’m going to video the whole affair—we can show it to some friends of mine one day; while you are serving drinks. I ‘m sure they’ll be pleased to tell you how disgusting you look on it.”

I shivered and quaked on the cold enamel of the bath as She inserted the nozzle.

“At least You aren’t suffering from one of your erections this time”, She smiled…

The next hour and a half was the most disgusting, degrading, demeaning, and unhappy moment of my life.

And, to be honest, Mistress did not seem to be enjoying it much Herself.

As She had predicted the influx of Her hot soapy enema mixture produced an immediate and quite urgent need for me to expel the contents of my bowel—something I had always viewed as extremely private and not be shared with anyone. However, I could tell that my Mistress had decided on Her course of action and I wasn’t about to argue with Her—in fact I was really hoping She would find it disgusting enough to make Her want to change Her mind. Of course She read my mind….

“I know what you’re thinking slave. Yes, you are right—this is not My idea of fun—in fact seeing You like this and having to smell You too is quite revolting. But You know me better than to think I shall allow mere revolting smells to spoil my schedule for your training. Think yourself lucky that it’ s just me here watching you mike, I may soon decide to concentrate more on the humiliation side of your training—break down that wall of pride I detect still lurking in there. Are you feeling uncomfortable yet?”

I nodded my head—not daring to speak.

“Answer me slave—describe how it feels!”, She flicked my balls with her crop.

“Sorry Ma’am! It feels horrible Mistress—I feel as if I want to shit, and I’ m so full—it hurts and I’m having a lot of trouble holding it—it comes in great clenching waves!!….”, my voice was wavering and rose as another cramp started.

“Don’t you dare even think about letting a single drop escape until I tell you it may—mike. Can you hear how silly you sound? Such a baby—I want a man for a slave mike—now suffer bravely or I’ll give you more than you bargained I could hear the steel behind Her words and bit my lips and concentrated on clenching my buttocks tightly shut. She noticed this and gave them a few—almost playful—slaps. I emitted a soft stifled moan.

“You may walk—walk mind—to the lavatory and expel into the bowl.  It’s going to be nasty this first one mike—don’t flush—I want you to see how messy you are inside—how dirty you are.”

After an age of straining and emptying myself She had me kneel and gaze upon what had been inside me….

“I am going to cleanse from your mind all the bad non-submissive, selfish thoughts you have mike—just as I am cleansing your body. Be warned mike—I am not beyond using the products of your body to punish any disobedience—just think about that fact as you look at them.”

After a few seconds I was ordered to stand in the shower as She used the cold shower to hose me down—I then had to repeat my kneeling position and await the next treatment….

Each time it was repeated I had to hold the liquid inside a little longer—each time the result was horrendous cramping in my gut and a feeling of shame and weakness to be seen before my Mistress in this way. She used subtle phrasings to make me feel ashamed—yet also She gave me hope that, through obedience to Her, I would one day be a worthy possession to be proud of. That single thought kept me going…

The last filling was much larger than the earlier ones—I was effectively completely clean inside by now and, as soon as the enema bag was emptied,Mistress pushed a black rubber plug inside me and used a small attachment to inflate it—She pulled it a couple of times to ensure it wouldn’t pop out and that the seal was adequate then had me kneel on the cold bathroom floor…

“mike, how long you keep that plug in—and endure the cramps—will depend on how well You obey my orders this evening. Any hesitations or questions will lengthen the time considerably. do you understand?”

I answered in a clear, slightly strained voice (the first cramps had started), “Yes Mistress!”.

“Good boy—now clean up the bathroom and report to Me in the lounge in 15 minutes—this had better be a spotless room when I next use it mike is that clear?”

“Yes Mistress”, I said already quaking at the possibility of having  the enema and work for the next 15 minutes.

“I shall be deciding on your next task mike—I wonder what I shall do next…”

She left the bathroom chuckling happily … I set to work.

15 minutes later I was to be found kneeling—in obvious discomfort—at my Mistress’ feet.

“Stop squirming mike!! It will just take that much longer if you can’t behave properly.”

She walked around me—prodding me with her shoe—lifting my balls from behind me and watching me uneasiness as the combination of cramping bowels
became mixed up with the beginnings of penile torment from Her chastity device.

“My you are in a pickle aren’t you mike? … I said `aren’t you’!”

“Oh! … sorry Ma’am—yes Mistress. Please Mistress, please let me empty my bowels soon Ma’am—please.”

“Be quiet—only answer my direct questions slave. Unless you wish me to order you to empty them in the main hotel lobby perhaps?”

I kept very still and quiet—I’d been sobbing while cleaning the bathroom—worrying about the next phase as well as having to suffer the ignoble feelings of the intense cramps… My worst nightmares were all coming true it seemed.

“I have an alternative option for You mike. You can dress in these shorts and t-shirt and go to My car and retrieve a package from the seat. There are 3 packages there—you must choose one of them. One contains my strap- on cock, it’s 9″ long and much thicker than yours used to be when I allowed it to grow. Another holds a set of acupuncture needles I’ve been dying to try on someone—you know how interested I am in all forms of alternative medicine. I ‘ve often wondered if I could deaden Your cock temporarily—perhaps even permanently… testing its effectiveness might be fun too…. The third is the mystery prize—for me at least.”

She paused for a few seconds—time seemed to be running like treacle from ajar—except in side my bowels where an express train was circling an endless tunnel…. She looked at me and smiled—noting how She had timed exactly when my cramps had been about to start again.

“Now mike, I want you to take these keys and return with one unopened package. Do NOT tamper with any of the packages—just choose one and return with it. You have as long as you wish to decide—but remember that the plug stays in until after you return. Somehow I don’t think you will dawdle somehow. Whichever package you return with will decide what happens later slave. Exciting isn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress”, I replied as enthusiastically as I was able.

“You may go now slave.”

Mistress then walked into the bathroom laughing softly and left me standing there…. I dressed as She had indicated I may (the shorts were very tight and bulged over the chastity and plug) and went to look for Her car… realizing that it was too late to ask Her where it was parked…

As I walked in search of my Mistress’ car, rather uncomfortably pausing now and then to let a cramp pass, I considered how much my life had changed and how strange it would seem to others.

Here was I, a married 44 year old man. Someone who had previously been considered fairly dominant in his dealing with other people. Now caught in a web of domination and humiliation by a much younger Mistress from only could I not escape, but, apart from at the height of some torment or other, I did not even wish to consider escaping or being allowed to have back my freedom.

I thought about this more as I made my way around the car park— noticing how much stronger the cramps were becoming each time; and how firmly in place the plug had been positioned.

“I am really Her slave—I actually do not have any chance of changing that. Even if I could I wouldn’t want to—I have become dependent not only on Her praise and love, but also upon her control, training, and punishment.”

I should have thought beforehand what sort of effect thinking such thoughts would have upon my tightly restricted penis. I was immediately rewarded by simultaneous agonies in my cock, balls and bowels. I sank to the ground whispering, “Thank You Ma’am” under my breath and really meaning it.

As I sat there recovering I noticed Her car parked a short distance away from me in a dark corner of the underground car park.
“At last”

I climbed back to my feet and staggered over to it—holding my hands to my bloated lower abdomen. Fumbling a bit I managed to find the right
key and open up the passenger side door. On the seat, as She had described, there were three parcels—each about the same size as the others—all wrapped in brown paper and tied with string.

“So what do I do now?”, I thought aloud, “No matter what I choose my evening and night is without a doubt going to be filled with terror, self- loathing, and possibly a great amount of pain….”. I stood there filled with indecision until, possibly prompted by a new bout of stabbing pains in my gut, I realized what this part of my lesson was. It was like a light being switched on inside my head…

“Aaaaahhh!! Of course! `It doesn’t matter what you choose—only that you obey and embrace Her consequences’—that’s so brilliant!”

I dawdled but a few seconds, then picked up one of the parcels and headed for the garage door into the hotel. It was locked.

“Shit!”, I muttered—and was immediately rewarded with an agreement from my bowel, “I’ll have to go up the garage ramp and through the hotel foyer …. dressed like this…. oh well if I don’t get back soon I shall be punished with more than just…. oowowowowow! … damn cramps are getting faster!!! I better hurry”

I walked as fast as I could up the garage ramp towards the outside of the hotel—extremely conscious of my bloated guts, bulges in crotch and ass…. feeling miserable yet hanging on to my revelation about the nature of Mistress’ genius in Her methods of training me; like a holy icon….

I hoped She was going to be pleased with me—I hoped the package didn’t contain something too terrifying… I hoped… I hoped She would keep on loving me….

I took a deep breath and prepared for my re-entry into the hotel and my fate….

Getting from the underground car-park back to Mistress’ room was a nightmare. I kept having to stop and wait for cramps to abate—they were getting stronger each time and the delay between them was gradually decreasing too. I was getting very worried that I would end up in a constantly cramped and doubled over state soon.

Eventually, after a few very embarrassing encounters with other guests and what seemed to be far too helpful staff I arrived back at the room. Knowing how must Mistress likes outward displays of my submission and fear I decided it would be advisable to kneel outside the door and knock—then wait until She allowed me to enter.

I knelt on the threshold and knocked then picked up the parcel and held it before me with head bowed as if delivering a tribute to my Goddess… which in effect was completely true.

Mistress was in no hurry to answer the door and kept me there for a few minutes (during which a number of guests walked by—but I was far beyond worrying what they might think of me). When She finally answered I breathed a sigh of relief. She stood there for a second looking down at me— then saying nothing took the package from my fingers and closed the door again. I continued to kneel and wait—for another agonizing ten minutes.

The door then swung open and my Mistress’ voice was audible from behind it… “mike I want you to close Your eyes—crawl into the bathroom and close the door behind you. You may then open your eyes—disrobe and remove the butt-plug—extremely carefully if I were you. You may then expel your bowel contents and take a shower to clean yourself up. After the shower kneel with your forehead pressed to the floor and await my summons. Do it now slave.”

I did exactly as ordered and wasted no time in positioning myself onto the toilet. The next set of cramps began almost immediately and my bowels spasm and writhed as they emptied themselves of their liquid contents.  When I had finished I looked into the bowl and noticed that Mistress had been most efficient in her earlier cleansing of my insides—there was hardly anything nasty left at all. I then took a nice hot shower—cleaning very carefully around the edges of the tight chastity device and paying close attention to the tiny sore indentations on my cock (the one’s I could get to anyway).

I was then left to kneel for about 15 minutes on the cold tiles with my head down and bottom up quite high—a good (if boring) test of my endurance I suspect.

The door opened slowly.

“Close your eyes again slave and crawl into the bedroom—climb up onto the bed and kneel there in the same position. Quickly!”

I crawled as instructed and felt myself brush past a warm leg— followed immediately by a stinging correction to my course from Her crop.

As I kneeled on the bed Mistress pulled my arms straight back and fastened my left wrist ring to my left ankle ring then did the same on the other side. She then tied ropes around my bent knees and used them to pull apart and immobilize my legs. Finally She tied a rope from my collar to the head of the bed and put a belt around my waist which must have been attached to a pulley in the ceiling. She used to pulley to take some of my weight and to pull back toward the bottom of the bed; applying tension in all the other restraints. I was totally immobilized and helpless.

She whispered close to my ear.

“You are going to be My slut tonight mike—I have my strap-on here, already between my legs—I’ve been playing with it while You were in the bathroom….. I’m already very horny and I want to fuck You so badly…”

I could feel her hot breath on my cheek—the tone of her voice was making the hairs on the nape of my neck rise. I’d never heard so much lust and power in Her voice before…

“I’m going to take your virginity, both your mouth and your anus, as you’ve longed to be allowed to touch mine my little slave-slut…. before tonight is through I will have made you beg Me to fuck you—beg Me to take you again
and again… beg Me to use you as My slut… and of course throughout all of this, like any good slave-slut, you will only experience the pleasure I give you—which means that this…” She tapped the chastity device where it encased my balls, “…stays on.”

I felt Her get off the bed then—and waited in a complete dread terror for Her next move. I wanted to scream—but dare not—struggle mightily against my bonds—but dare not still—I wanted to cry and beg for mercy—but I knew that She would punish such weakness. So I waited…

“I think I’ll warm you up a little first—give you a small demonstration of what will happen if your reactions displease Me tonight mike…”

I closed my eyes and tensed subconsciously as I heard the first whistling stroke of the cane arc towards me…. then I screamed…

“Save your strength slave—you’re going to need it.” Was the only sympathy She gave me…

As ever, Mistress did not rush or stint in any way her treatment. She was going to be extremely thorough and ensure that I would remember this lesson for an extremely long time indeed.

I knelt there—totally immobilized, unable to move more than a few inches in any direction, as She wielded Her cane to devastating effect. During a few brief lucid moments I realized how much control and care She was Her strokes. She was being extraordinarily careful not to irreparably damage Her property…

Unfortunately for me that didn’t mean She was avoiding the most painful areas of impact—She seemed to have an instinctive grasp of just how hard an impact each point on my body could take…. I was reduced to a sobbing, begging, mewling wreck in short order.

“mike”, she whispered in my ear during a brief respite from this torture, “I do not expect you to be able think straight or control your tongue during these moments My slave. But you should consider what you are saying My love—you try to promise Me things I already have, beg Me to do or not do things when you know I shall do as I please with you mike. Just remember mike—You are My property now—anything I wish to do to you I shall do. Begging Me will most probably just anger Me in some way and increase your torment at My hands…”

With that She struck my backside three cruel blows with Her cane. All three were exceedingly vicious—far worse than anything I’d ever had to endure before. On the first I tried to control my outcry and succeeded in producing only a muffled whimper and choked off sob. On the second (which was exactly parallel and only millimeters from the first) my cry was louder and less controlled—the sob had become a short shriek. The third equi-spaced stroke left me wracked by sobs and trying desperately not to beg Her for mercyagain.She threw down Her cane and stalked from the room saying, “This is going to take longer than I had hoped mike. I will return shortly and You  will come to believe that I am very serious about this. Very serious indeed.”

All I could do was remain as positioned—trembling, crying, shaking— almost pissing myself with fear and burning pains from the lines that now covered my body. Was all that had happened to me so far merely just a foretaste of Her true power? I pondered how much worse things could get for me … and knew—coldly deep in my heart—that I would have to work very hard to become Her true slave or I would certainly find out.

Kneeling there and hurting so much I had plenty of time to worry about what my Mistress was planning next. She had already warned me that She was going to take my anal virginity tonight. Given all that She had put me through I was tempted to almost look forward to that—until I remembered that She would most probably not do just that and my ordeal would not end straight
after it.

In fact it had been so long since I could last remember myself not hurting or being teased and tortured in some I was starting to realize that an integral part of Mistress’ training regime was aimed at forcing me to realize that—as Her slave—I would never again be free from such indignities—I was to be kept on edge, aroused and in pain—for as  long as She found such treatment of me to be amusing and arousing.

From what I could tell so far She was nowhere near to becoming bored with using me in this fashion—in fact She seemed to be enjoying it more and more, become more versatile and ingenious in Her choice of torments as the days went on….

At that moment I heard the room door open and my Mistress walked in— followed by 3 other people; 2 women and a man. All the strangers were dressed
as
slaves and they carried various items of equipment—some of it was video equipment; other items looked like whips and paddles. I panicked a little and started to struggle against my bondage. This earned me a resounding slap on my inner thigh and another on my right buttock.

“Keep still slave—don’t you dare show Me up in front of my subs! mike I’d like to introduce You to My subs—paul, isabelle and marie—they are here tohelp Me tonight. They are also here to witness what it is to be a real slave and to video your reactions tonight for My amusement and possible web publication.

OK subs—setup the lighting and video equipment—make sure the sound levels are adjusted to cope with both whispers and loud screams.”

While they were working Mistress talked quietly to me, “There’s no need to panic mike—you have to understand sometime that your service to Me does not entitle you to any privacy. I also have an idea that humiliation in front of others will also become a useful tool in My training of you…”

“All ready subs? ….. I said All Ready Subs!!?”

The three subs quickly knelt before Her and said together, “Yes Ma’am”.

“Come over here then and let Me show you all how I have prepared My slave for his deflowering….”

For the next 10 minutes Mistress showed the 3 subs exactly how I had been immobilized upon Her bed—the places that She had whipped and caned my body.  She also showed them the ever-present chastity device tightly encasing my penis and balls and allowed them to touch and feel my most intimate places—my weals and bruises—my balls and nipples were prodded and pinched causing me to wiggle and squeal….

“Stop now subs—fun time for you is over. Go and attend to your equipment—I shall punish any bad photography or mistakes in tonight’s recording.”

“Now mike—I am going to fuck you My love—first with a quite small dildo to get you opened up and lubricated nicely—then with a thicker one, for quite a long time—and finally with a very large one that vibrates against My clitoris. This will of course mean that I shall most probably be fucking you very hard towards the end. It’s OK if you cry mike… in fact I insist upon it My love.”

She paused and thought for a second, “Oh, and by the way, paul is bi— if you displease Me by fainting or something I shall allow him to use you— he hasn’t been allowed to cum for 2 weeks now. Might be interesting….”

She stood up and ordered marie to lubricate my anus while She strapped on Her first cock. marie did her task coolly and quite dispassionately, except that she did seem to wiggle her finger around inside me far more than I thought was necessary—I kept still and quiet not wishing to distract or anger my Mistress.

Mistress waited a few seconds—stroking my hair, while marie went and washed her hands. Then She knelt up on the bed behind me.

“Such a sweet ass you have my slave-boy. So cute and vulnerable, and so beautifully marked with all those parallel lines of red fire….” During Her monologue Mistress was stroking my bottom—gently squeezing my cock and balls inside the chastity device—running Her sharp nails over the sensitive skin between my anus and my balls. I was shivering with a combination of fear and lust—my cock was on fire held tightly inside it’s spiked constriction and I was ready to beg Her to fuck me—if only She would fuck me—I needed to feel Her taking me now—I was Hers completely… this last act of total domination of my mind and body was setting a seal to my
fate forever… No wonder She wanted it on videoooOOOOOO!!! My last daydream thought was interrupted by Mistress pushing Her cock inside me to the hilt in one greased thrust…. all I could think was “Oh my!!! This is the thinnest one!!!?” and swallow nervously as She started to move gracefully—urgently, in and out, in and out, in and out…… not hurrying—so implacable—irresistible and demanding of my total unwavering
attention — very like my Mistress….

A long boring description of my defloration at the hands of my Mistress would not, I think, be appropriate here. If You are truly interested ask Her for the URL where She has published it. Suffice to say that She was Her usual extremely thorough and demanding self.

As I had surmised during Her warm-up—the act of fucking me was only a stage in a much more complex—structured—scenario designed to deepen my submission and harden my conditioning as Her total, unconditionally submissive and absolute slave.

The highlights I remember consciously and have been expected to watch over and over on the video are those most humiliating to what remains of my old male ego. Such scenes as the moments when I stopped looking as  though I was being raped and started to push back onto Her dildo with lust in my eyes—the times when I actually begged Her out loud to fuck me harder and deeper. The moments when She said She would grant my wish if I would beg to suck paul’s cock for Her….. and the not very many minutes later when I did just
that…

(I can feel my blushes even now … but She did fuck me harder and deeper…)

The most surprising moment for me was when I had an orgasm with no- one touching my cock—from just my Mistress’ fucking me—it was so totally different from any sensation I had ever experienced before that I was totally oblivious to the pain that the throbbing of my cock against the KTB spikes must have been causing me. Until afterwards of course—then it hurt like hell.

Afterwards, Mistress ordered that the video’s should keep running as She undid and removed my bonds — all of them—and they watched as I got off the bed and promptly collapsed in a heap of total exhaustion. I was unconscious at the time, but the video caught a beautiful moment of true tenderness as Mistress knelt beside me and held me for a few moments before having Her subs lift me up onto Her bed and cover me up. They say I slept for 18 hours…. and that She watched over me for all of them.

I knew before this all began that She loved me—now I know how deeply She loves me and how totally under Her control of love, pain, terror, and devotion I am now.