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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.

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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.

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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 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.

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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 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.