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The mistresses love to display you to their guests looking this way which seems to show that they are a powerful mistress. And you a virile male are completely under their control. My outfit for the special guest tonight was to be the serving tray attached to my chest, and held with instead of the leather fastenings that I had been training all day with, now with red velvet cords with tassels hanging down. A red velvet belt made with a cord was also pulled around my waist and tied, with the ends hanging down my side, also with tassels. A large dildo was slid up my ass and held in place with red cord attached to my belt in the back and looped around my balls in the front. Gold chains were dangled from my balls down about a foot and two weights were hung from them. Red cord encircled each ankle and bells and tassels were hung from them and tassels were also hung from my nipple rings as well as my cock ring. The dildo inside of me was like a sheath and inside of it was a cat of nine tails with the handle protruding outside of me. A red gag was also inserted into my mouth and I was ready.

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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.

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.

When we reached the living room I was led to my Mistress' feet and I kissed them. With my head still on the floor she said that in this house rules were as follows. I was to serve as her foot slave only, most of the time I would be trained as an object on display and used as a table or chair. During all of my waking hours I would be put to use. Every evening, since she entertained a lot and had overnight guests, I would be used as entertainment and whipped for their pleasure. If any of her quests wished I would be taken to their rooms later where they could do as they wished with me.

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Upon arrival at her home, a large sprawling mansion out in the country, I was again put in the walking position and led by a large black female jailer to my new quarters. These quarters, unlike the ones that I was used to, were small and very dark. The bed was small and had a large ring over the pillows with wrist cuffs attached. There was a toilet and a small shower. That was about all. I was told to clean myself up and I would be reporting to my new Mistress in a half hour. I missed my old home immediately, and the comfort that it provided. In exactly a half hour my jailer arrived. She told me to assume the crawling position and informed me that in this house I would always be transported in that position. A leash was attached to my collar and another one was attached to my ball collar. I was told to heel and we made our way to the main livingroom for me to be inspected. As usual as I crawled, her whip found its mark on my bare ass as we went.

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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.

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.

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.