Men In Pain

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.