Men In Pain

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.

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.

Falling immediately to my knees I began:

1) I must wear a Kotex and have a Tampax up my ass at all times.
2) During her period, I will wear Melanie’s used Kotex or Tampax.
3) During non-work hours, I must change Melanie’s protection for her.
4) I will lick her pussy on command until it is clean.
5) I will receive an enema at the beginning and end of her period.
6) I will not be allowed to cum unless Melanie jerks me off.
7) I will only be allowed to wear feminine clothes while fucking
Melanie.
8) From then on, I must put on my slave feminine articles, douches,
Tampax, and vaginal lubricants.

Melanie said that if I broke any of the rules I would be punished. And
if I refused to carry out any command she would probably dismiss me as
her slave never to see her again.