Men In Pain

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.

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.

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.

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She looked down at my raging hard-on with a smile and said, "It looks like you enjoyed the show." I nodded in approval. She smiled a wicked smile as she untied me from the chair and removed the gag. "The fun's not over yet little slave." She said. "Now go get on your knees at the edge of the bed." I hobbled, as before, over to the edge of the bed, not knowing what could possibly be in store for me now. When I got into position she walked over and sat on the edge of the bed in front of me. She then opened her legs and stuck her finger into her still sopping cunt. She then grabbed my balls with her other hand, eased her gooey finger out, and held it up to my mouth. "Lick it slave!" She commanded. I licked her finger like a lollipop until it was clean. I could taste the come of the young stud that had just serviced her, mixed with her own sexual secretions. She giggled as she offered me another gooey finger to lick clean and said. "We've got to make sure we get every last drop, huh?" I nodded, and continued to lick and suck her finger. When she finished feeding me she looked down at my crotch and said, "I'll bet you'd like to relive some pressure." "Yes." I gasped, as it was all I could do to keep from coming at this point. She just giggled and said, "Well, I don't want you to make a mess all over so just wait here a minute." She then left the room and quickly returned with a box of plastic wrap. She sat back down in front of me and unraveled a couple feet of the plastic wrap. "This ought to do." She said, as she tore the wrap from the box. She then wrapped and sealed my engorged cock in plastic wrap, forming a reservoir at the top. "Now you won't make a mess." She said giggling. She then spread some K-Y jelly over the plastic wrap and began firmly pumping my cock. I immediately began to ejaculate, and I watched as I quickly filled the reservoir she had made. She kept pumping for a couple of minutes until she had drained every last drop of come from my balls. Leaving me in a state of splendid exhaustion.