Men In Pain

male slave bondage
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 more submissive.

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.

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.

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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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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 slaves. 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 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.

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.