As it turned out, my new Mistress was the aunt of my old
girlfriend and this slave exchange had been arranged for the
purpose of allowing my girlfriend to see that the Society was the
perfect way to correct the ways of the world. Seeing her old
boyfriend that had treated her so badly in the predicament that
he was now in made her realize that she readily agreed with the
thinking of the Society. It was for this reason that my new
Mistress was going to move to the house of my previous Mistress
since she was away and my girlfriend would take over my training
at this house. My new Mistress would stay and teach her niece a
few things for a day or so but then she would leave and I would
be alone with my old girlfriend.
When she entered the room I couldn’t believe my eyes. She and my
Mistress walked by me and looked me over and then proceeded to
the couch. I have never felt so naked and humiliated. After being
a slave for over a year now I was used to the people who
controlled me to see me in bondage and my slavery but I felt so
exposed to have someone from my previous life to see me this way.
Especially the person that I used to cheat on.
My Mistress ordered me to the kitchen to get drinks and to bring
them to them. When I approached the guest with her wine she
smiled a rather vengeful smile and then turned away like I didn’t
exist. As I was about to leave the room my Mistress called me
back and made me stand before them. She asked our guest what she
thought of her slave and ordered me to turn around so I could be
inspected. The bells on my ankles and penis jingled as I moved
and turned in a slow circle. I was told to turn away from them
and my Mistress pulled the whip from the sheath up my ass and
laced the cat across my ass cheeks a couple of times. She then
slid it back up the sheath and ordered me to worship our guest’s
feet. I obeyed and kneeled before her and licked her feet. It had
been a long time since I had seen her feet and I was thinking
that a year ago I would never have thought of kissing them. That
was then and this is now. But I savored the taste of her toes as
I washed them with my tongue as ordered. I was then dismissed.
I was led to my Mistress to be inspected and she smiled as she
saw me. The bells ringing and the weights from my balls clanging
together as I walked made it rather easy to hear me coming. She
walked around me smiling and offered her approval to my jailer
and I was led to a place to stand and wait for the guest and well
as be offered up for display.
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Aside from the mistresses love of keeping their slaves naked and
vulnerable they also used humiliation as a tool in controlling
them. The use of bells on their pierced body parts and the
practice of tieing up the slaves balls and displaying the
stretched organs in full view was just another act of power. Also
dildos were used a lot especially when the end not up the anus
was made to stick out as in the tails used in the equestrian
outfits. The other thing about the dildos up your ass is that it
seems to increase your erection which of course makes your cock
stand straight up and if there is a bell or two attached on the
ring you seem to look that much more ridiculous and therefore
The next morning I was awakened early and taken to my Mistress
who was eating her breakfast. She told me that tonight she was
having a special guest over and I was going to be the drink
waiter for them and I would start training for it now. I was
taken to a room that was wall to wall leather gear and
attachments. I was told to get up from my crawling position and
to kneel. One wrist was pulled up behind my back and an inch wide
strap was attached to it and then the strap was pulled over my
shoulder and hung on my chest. The same was done to my other
wrist. Then a clear piece of plexiglass about 12 inches by 7
inches was put up to my chest. On one edge was two clips that
attached to my nipples and the other edge had a slot that each of
the leather straps slipped through and then tied. The plexiglass
now became a tray that moved as I moved. Water glasses were put
on it and I could feel their weight on my nipples. I was told to
walk as trained up on my toes and to walk around the room, making
sure not to spill a drop. It took great concentration to keep the
glasses steady. I practiced for about an hour and managed not to
spill very much although my nipples burned from the weight after
the first two minutes. Satisfied that I would perform well enough
I was taken back to the room with all the leather gear and
outfitted for the evening ahead.
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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
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.
For the last few months I have been taken by my jailer over to
the back part of the house and outside to a ring that used to be
used to train horses. In the center of the ring is a post about
six feet high with rods about ten feet long coming from the top,
parallel to the ground. I am led to one of the rods, and a
harness is placed over my head with a bit gag attached. My arms
are drawn up behing my back and fastened to my collar. I am then
instructed to walk on my toes with my knees coming up level with
my waist with each step. Then the motor is started at the post
and the rods turn in a circle around the post. Since I’m attached
I also go in a circle. My Mistress often comes out to watch me
and she and my jailer sit in the shade as I prance by them by the
hour. When ever I make a mistake the whip soon finds its way to
my naked ass.
My jailer on the other hand has taken me during the night to her
room and has played with me and fucked me and even allowed me to
come. She doesn’t believe in the women’s society but she does
enjoy having a male toy to play with. She loves to parade me
around while she whips me but she enjoys the power for sexual
reasons, not for some new world order. During my whipping she
also likes to caress me and whip me at the same time so as to
heighten the pain pleasure game she plays, but there is never any
doubt who is in charge and she never lets me forget it.
My Mistress uses me in an entirely different way. To her I am a
slave, to be abused and tortured in any way she likes. She enjoys
tieing me on different apparatuses and adding clips and weights
to me and then leaving me to suffer in front of her. She loves to
see me squirm and suffer in my bondage. To her it is not sexual
it is just raw power. She loves to tie me in ways that one part
of my body when fastened to another part causes great distress.
When I try to move I just pull on another sensitive body part.
She just sits in front of me and sketches me for her magazine.
My jailer was in charge of my day to day activities. Her other
duties included looking after the female slaves that were used
for grooming and for the housework. These females were quite
young and had been purchased by my Mistress after her Society had
deemed them not acceptable for the new world order. They had been
observed being subservient to men and chasing after them in their
daily lives and this had so enraged the Society that they had
kidnapped them and turned them into slaves. Because they were
seen as traitors to womanhood they were treated as less than
human. In the social order they were ranked less than male
My jailer treated them in this manner and at night you could hear
their screams come from the punishment room. Both my Mistress and
my jailer took great delight in the continued torture of these
young women. They were never seen during the Society meetings, I
was the only entertainment then, but on any other night they were
put through hell on the special devices that my Mistress had
invented to punish their betrayal to womanhood.
She had them circumcised and had rings pierced through their
pussy lips and then locked the rings together so that they could
not masturbate or pleasure each other. Any attempt to have sex
together and they would face the most horrible of tortures
imaginable. I had heard of these things from the grooming slaves
who shaved me every other day.
She drew slowly as I hung before her. She talked about her new world
order, and how there would be no crime. She said that males had ruined
the world and that women and the planet had been victims for too long.
She talked about her Society being a leader in the eventual control of
men and how they would be put to the use that they were intended for,
hard work and pleasing women. She talked about keeping men strong and
in good shape, not feminizing them. She believed in strong women
controlling strong men.
She commented on my progress saying that I was becoming quite useful.
She mentioned that my predecessor had died on the cross that I was on.
He had attacked one of her guests one day, so she had him crucified in
front of everyone, the guests and the other slaves. She said he had
taken a few days to die and it was very painful and if I ever did
anything like it I would face the same fate.
With that she stood up, showed me the drawing and called for the jailer
to take me down.
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
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.
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
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.