Men In Pain

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.

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.