Men In Pain

She informed me that her guests would be arriving in a few minutes and that tonight I would used for a coffee table. I was taken to in front of the couch and in the same crawling position told not to move. Leather cuffs were put around the tops of each thigh and my ankle cuffs were brought up and attached. My wrist cuffs were fastened together with a ten inch chain. My nose ring was attached to my cock ring, pulling my head down. And then a large piece of glass was put on my back and was supported by my feet, my back and my shoulders. Satisfied that I was presentable I was left alone, trying to get comfortable, for the ordeal ahead.

slaves taught discipline
On the day I was transported I was led in the usual manner to my new Mistresses limousine. I was placed on the floor in the large back seat, in a crawling position. My wrists and ankles were attached to rings in the floor of the car. My collar was attached by a chain to a ring on the door, and my balls were looped and a chain attached to a ring on the other door. Of course I could not move. I was offered my new Mistresses beautiful feet to worship while we traveled. I was also used as a footstool on the two hour trip.

male in bondage
Sometimes different members of the Society would trade slaves or exchange for a while because some were better at certain areas of male training while others were better at others. They believed that a well rounded slave should fit right in at whose ever home he was assigned to. For this reason and because my Mistress was going out of town on business for a month or two I was being sent over to her friends home. There, I was told I would learn the art of serving a very strict mistress. I was also told that this mistress very much liked the idea of a slave on display to serve a useful function. In short I would come back in a month well versed in the art of being furniture, useful and ornate.

As the day wears on my jailer will untie me from the post and use about a five foot lead and make me prance around her. Since I am so close to her she disciplines me immediately at any wrong move I may make. I turn in a circle around her and can feel the whip poised at my ass ready to strike. This does wonders in keeping me focused on my duties. I am told that soon I will be decked out in leather harnesses and bells and will be pulling my Mistress around in her carriage as soon as I am fully trained.

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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.

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 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.

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.

goo eating slave
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.

As soon as his convulsions ceased, my wife told him that her
husband would be home any minute and that he had better go. He
quickly thanked her and left the bedroom to collect his clothes
and leave. My wife remained on the bed with her legs spread,
pointed her glistening cunt in my direction. My cock was so hard
now that it felt like I was sitting on a steel pipe. My wife
rose when she knew her visitor had departed and walked over to
the closet. She opened the door and I thought I would soon be
released from my bonds, But I was wrong.

Man in pain
I love to be sexually dominated, and I am married to a very beautiful young woman who utilizes my obedience to the maximum. She knows that when I am sexually aroused there is nothing I won't do for her. She often makes me go a few days without coming, knowing that I will be that much more aroused and submissive. The other night I arrived home and found her laying on the couch wearing a short satin robe. As soon as I saw her I developed an immediate erection, thus becoming a slave to her desires. She ordered me onto my hands and knees and commanded me to crawl to her side. She then raised her foot to my face and said "Lick my foot slave!" I happily licked her foot as she rubbed it all over my face. She then pushed my face away with her foot and tossed a satin G-string at me saying, "Put on your uniform, and go draw me a bath slave!" I answered, "Yes Master." And went to the bathroom to change into the G-string and prepare her bath.

Once she had her panties and the rest of clothes on she had me lie on the bed. She removed the Kotex and instructed me to bring my legs back over my head. The tip of my cock was now only two or three inches from my face. She stroked my dick slowly then faster and faster. When I moaned I was cumming. She order me to open my mouth wide. In not time, cum began shooting from the head of my cock in great streams and landed right on my tongue. I swished it around in my mouth and tasted it before she commanded "Swallow it." My spunk didn't taste bad and I am sure I would taste it often.

Male Bondage Exhaustion
Isis is the slave driver from your hottest dreams and little billy is the lucky guy under her boot for the day. I quickly agreed to obey her and began my life as a slave. Melanie began by giving me a soapy enema, followed by the insertion a Tampax super. My cock was rock hard. Melanie them presented me with a sanitary napkin belt which I put around my waist. Melanie then lay down on the bed and commanded me to remove her Kotex. Raising her skirt I quickly lowered her panties. She even helped by raising her hips from the bed. Once I had the used pad detached from her belt she instructed me to attach it to my own. It was still warm from being in contact with her crotch. Once it was in place my cock seemed to swell larger. After she works him into a sweat doing manual labor in the Armory basement, she grinds his face into the dirt before chaining him to a wall for a proper beating. Melanie then order me to get a new sanitary napkin from the bath room. Returning I stood at the end of the bed. Melanie had put her feet up on the bed. She now spread her legs widely showing me her vagina. 'Are you a man or a worm?!' she barks, her whip raining down on him as he squirms on the ground like the invertebrate that she turns him into. A small amount of menstrual fluid had leaked from the lips of her pussy. She had unbuttoned her blouse and pushed her bra up and was now playing with her own breast. Pinching the nipples she smiled up at me and said "Clean the outer lips of my pussy before you attach the new Kotex to the belt, Slave." Kneeling at the foot of the bed, I lowered my head to her crotch. At first I ran my tongue around the edges of her public hair, not sure if I could go through with it. The beating and humiliation pay off with a very hot fuck from the horny Mistress, and little billy is more than well used when she finally allows him to come.

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I am a dominant wife, and I dearly love to crush the male.
We’ve been married one year. I’m 29 and Gene is 26. I stand
5′10″, measure 37-25-36, and have won several beauty contests.
Gene is 5′7″ and slender, and only his money attracted me. At
age 23, he inherited a thriving business when his parents died;
at 24, he inherited considerable stocks and bonds from an aunt.
When we dated, and I discovered he could be completely dominated,
I decided to share the wealth. He proposed, and learned he would
have to be my slave. He agreed.
Even before the wedding I sought other couples to share fun
and games. I found two perfect pairs. Bill and Ginger are 31;
Don and Phyllis are 30. Each couple is socially prominent and
dedicated to female domination. Bill and Don are big, muscular
men who, unlike Gene, are bisexual. Although I ridicule and
discipline Gene daily, Saturday night he is humiliated and
punished by others. (more…)

Archive-name: Slaves/3femdom.txt
Archive-author: D.B.
Archive-title: Dominant Wife 3-way

I am a dominant wife, and I dearly love to crush the male.
We’ve been married one year. I’m 29 and Gene is 26. I stand
5′10″, measure 37-25-36, and have won several beauty contests.
Gene is 5′7″ and slender, and only his money attracted me. At
age 23, he inherited a thriving business when his parents died;
at 24, he inherited considerable stocks and bonds from an aunt.
When we dated, and I discovered he could be completely dominated,
I decided to share the wealth. He proposed, and learned he would
have to be my slave. He agreed.
Even before the wedding I sought other couples to share fun
and games. I found two perfect pairs. Bill and Ginger are 31;
Don and Phyllis are 30. Each couple is socially prominent and
dedicated to female domination. Bill and Don are big, muscular
men who, unlike Gene, are bisexual. Although I ridicule and
discipline Gene daily, Saturday night he is humiliated and
punished by others.
We arrive at Ginger’s house about 9 pm. Each wife prepares
her slave in a separate room. I know Bill and Don will wear
rubber jockstraps and be unbound. I make Gene strip, fold his
arms up against his back, and with cuffs and short chains I lock
his hands to a collar. Naked and helpless, he is marched into
the game room to stand at attention near us. Don and Bill,
making drinks, pause and run their eyes warmly over Gene’s body.
The men kneel alongside our chairs while we three girls
visit. Soon I designate one of the men to watch Gene and report
if he relaxes his attention pose. When he does, Ginger or
Phyllis gives him several hard swats with a paddle. One of them
suggests nipple rings as further punishment. A heavy steel ring
is snapped onto the tip of each nipple, and Gene’s penis rises
and swells instantly. We girls laugh at his slim six inches and
I tell him how inept he is as a lover.
Before long it is swap time. The men are handcuffed, and I
take Bill to a bedroom, peel off the jock, and he kneels and eats
cunt until I climax. He then lies on his back and I straddle him
from above. His thick, long penis feels wonderful inside me and
we explode together. He kneels, and while I whip his ass we make
a date to be together during the week.
Back in the game room, I see Gene’s ass and thighs marked
with whip lines and Ginger tells us how he pleaded when she
twisted the nipple rings. We all laugh at him. We swap again,
and this time I put Don through his paces. He has a really big
cock and enormous staying power, and I ride him hard, using a
strap on him at the same time. Then he licks me clean, I get him
up again, and while I ride we talk a bit, making fun of Gene, and
planning a date together.
Afterward, the two men are released while Gene, still
chained, stands at attention. We have drinks and discuss the
slaves’ performances; Gene suffers by comparison.
I go up to him and twist a nipple ring until he moans. I
remind him he is not to speak, so I gag him. His eyes betray his
fear. I ask the girls if their slave would enjoy playing master
a while. They agree to permit it. The men kiss our feet in
thanks. One picks up a studded leather strap, the other a small
whip, and each hook a finger through a nipple ring. I damn near
climax with joy watching Gene, naked and helpless, being taken
away for an hour by the two big muscular men.
Ginger, Phyllis, and I talk about the men, our love of
domination, and make plans for special games next time.
Meanwhile, Gene is being put through hell.
He’s a wonderful, wretched sight when they drag him back.
Covered with whip lines, ass swollen and flaming, walking as if
his balls were crushed. He must stand before us while the men
describe what they did.
Finally we go home. Gene rides naked and chained, not
knowing if I’ll release him at home, or let him sleep chained, or
put him through fun and games of my own. Whatever I do, he knows
that next week he will have to endure another evening, and that
is his role as my slave

D.B., Illinois from Variations II spring 1978

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