Men In Pain

With that my Mistress went to check on dinner and I was left to hang in front of everyone. I could see myself in the mirror as I slowly circled, and I wondered what they had in store for me after dinner. When they went in to eat I was left hanging but after about an hour I was taken down and ordered onto my knees. I was then blindfolded and led crawling into another room. I was placed between the legs of one of the women and my head was forced into her pussy. I hungrily licked and ate her warm wet vagina and clit until she climaxed and then I was taken on to the next one. This continued for about an hour or so. Each one I went to was wetter than the last, probably from sitting watching in anticipation. They all tasted wonderful, all were slightly different but they were all delicious. I hated to have this body worship end but finally I serviced the last on and was then led from the room. I was taken into the games room and my jailer removed the blindfold and finally my wrists were released from behind my back. Unfortunately they were pulled up to an overhead streader bar and re-attached. My ankles were unhobbled and they were stread wide apart and attached to ringbolts in the floor. My jailer went to the wall and flicked a switch and I was lifted up into the air until my body was stretched wide open. Satisfied with the way I looked she left the room.

A smile came over the face of my Mistress as I was led to her. As trained I dropped to my knees and kissed her feet. She attached a leash to my balls and led me crawling around the room to kiss the feet of the other guests. She then jerked me back up onto my toes and she led me around the room so everyone could see me. She then handed me back to the jailer who led me to a pedestal, about a foot off the floor. I was placed on it standing high on my toes, and my nose ring was attached to a chain above me and pulled up even higher, obviously with my nose high in the air. A leather bit was jammed into my mouth, and on each side protruding out about six inches was a cloth banner reading " The Perfect Male". The women gather around to inspect me as the pedestal rotated slowly in a circle, giving them a full view of me. Some of the women made comments and others just sipped their wine and continued their conversation. My Mistress announced that if they continued in their work, that one day all males would be in this predicament and the world would be a better and safer place.

The walls are covered in mirrors and I glanced at my reflection as I walked along, completely naked, and the bells ringing in rhythm to my footsteps. My chest protruded because of my arms bound behind my back, and my erect cock swayed back and forth. I could see how these women found it erotic to see a male so completely under their control. For many years males had controlled women and now we were being repaid with a vengeance. The problem is that seeing myself like this, a part of me likes the feeling of serving these beautiful creatures. My jailer trailed close behind me. She was dressed in a red and black leather outfit with hightop leather boots. Her in her leather and me in mine. What a contrast. Making sure my progress was to her liking, and that I was high on my toes, she laced her whip across my ass every few steps. We entered the mirrored elevator and she pushed the button for the main floor. When the door opened, I was forced out into a huge room occupied by six to eight women standing around talking and sipping glasses of wine. They all turned to look at me as I was marched into the center of the room.

I was made to walk in front of my jailer, high on my toes as I have been trained. Since my ankles were hobbled, I could only take very short steps. This caused the bells dangling from my rings, to echo in the long hallways. Although they insisted in my total bondage, they rarely blindfolded me, partly in the belief that a male should be able to see the female, his superior in control, and be humbled before her. They believed this continued show of strength on their part was good for the male's overall training. So in my predicament I made my way up the great hall towards my fate.

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.

Day to day I am under the control and supervision of my jailer, a tall beautiful woman who reports directly to my Mistress. A lot of my training is conducted by my jailer, who daily puts me through a workout in the weight room to ensure my physical conditioning. She is also in charge of transporting me back and forth to my Mistress, which is why I had just been prepared. My Mistress is a lady of about forty years, who is the publisher of an underground magazine and the head of a secret society of women who believe in female supremacy. They believe that males are in the world to serve the needs of women, and that once trained properly they can be allowed to serve that role. To them a male is a creature designed for heavy work, serving the sexual needs of the female, and for entertainment. Nothing else. They use the argument that his physical strength, reinforces the belief in his being a beast of burden and since his testicles, his most sensitive organs, are on the outside of his body, they are there for disciplinary reasons. For all his strength he is ultimately completely vulnerable by the females access to his testicles. For this and many other reasons they believe that female supremacy is the natural order of the world.

It was not my first party. I had been to five or six others, or should I say I entertained at them. My jailer came by to tell me the preparations would begin in a few minutes. Right on schedule, the slave girls arrived and were let into my cell. I was bathed, shaved and scrubbed in silence, and they were ushered out, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Since arriving here about a year ago, my life has drastically change, to say the least. Thanks to my jailer I am stronger and more muscular, and I'm sure that my old friends would never recognise me. For one thing, I have no hair anywhere on my entire body. I have rings pierced through my nose, nipples and penis. I have not worn clothes for the entire time of my captivity. I live in a rather large cell situated in the center of a equally large room. My walls are iron bars, so that I may be constantly watched. My cell has two cameras to that follow me wherever I move to. I have a large bed, a chair, a TV, a toilet and a sunken shower and tub. It sounds luxurious, but being under this constant scrutiny leaves one feeling very naked and violated.

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She looked down at my raging hard-on with a smile and said, "It looks like you enjoyed the show." I nodded in approval. She smiled a wicked smile as she untied me from the chair and removed the gag. "The fun's not over yet little slave." She said. "Now go get on your knees at the edge of the bed." I hobbled, as before, over to the edge of the bed, not knowing what could possibly be in store for me now. When I got into position she walked over and sat on the edge of the bed in front of me. She then opened her legs and stuck her finger into her still sopping cunt. She then grabbed my balls with her other hand, eased her gooey finger out, and held it up to my mouth. "Lick it slave!" She commanded. I licked her finger like a lollipop until it was clean. I could taste the come of the young stud that had just serviced her, mixed with her own sexual secretions. She giggled as she offered me another gooey finger to lick clean and said. "We've got to make sure we get every last drop, huh?" I nodded, and continued to lick and suck her finger. When she finished feeding me she looked down at my crotch and said, "I'll bet you'd like to relive some pressure." "Yes." I gasped, as it was all I could do to keep from coming at this point. She just giggled and said, "Well, I don't want you to make a mess all over so just wait here a minute." She then left the room and quickly returned with a box of plastic wrap. She sat back down in front of me and unraveled a couple feet of the plastic wrap. "This ought to do." She said, as she tore the wrap from the box. She then wrapped and sealed my engorged cock in plastic wrap, forming a reservoir at the top. "Now you won't make a mess." She said giggling. She then spread some K-Y jelly over the plastic wrap and began firmly pumping my cock. I immediately began to ejaculate, and I watched as I quickly filled the reservoir she had made. She kept pumping for a couple of minutes until she had drained every last drop of come from my balls. Leaving me in a state of splendid exhaustion.

Cuckold Hubby Torture
I sat in darkness for at least a half-hour before I heard anything outside the closet. I heard the bedroom light switch click and when the lights in the bedroom came on I was startled by the fact that I could see into the bedroom from within the closet. My wife had installed a one-way mirror on the closet door in place of the mirror that had been there. I could see the entire bed from where I was sitting and nobody could see me. I about died when my wife entered the bedroom followed by a young man I had never seen before. She was still wearing the lingerie she had on earlier, but he was completely naked. He looked to be in his early twenties and was probably a local college student. He had his hands all over her as he followed her onto the bed. Soon this guy was banging my wife from behind with a vengeance as they moaned in ecstasy. I thought I would be jealous, but instead I was extremely turned on. The more my wife enjoyed it, the more arousing it was for me. My cock was so hard it hurt. They paused briefly to change to the missionary position and I heard my wife say, "You'd better hurry because my husband will be home soon." This guy didn't need any more encouragement. He started pumping like you wouldn't believe. My wife started moaning and trembling in orgasm as he continued pumping. She then reached around his ass and tickled his balls with her fingernails. That was all it took for him as he pumped a load of come into my wife's pussy.

Never Know What Comes Next
"Get up, slave!" She ordered. I stood up unsteadily and she pushed me toward the closet. We have a walk-in closet in our bedroom with a mirror on the door. I hobbled toward the closet as quickly as the bonds on my ankles would permit. She opened the door and inside was a chair which she motioned for me to sit in. Once I was seated, she securely tied me to the chair with rope. She reached down and seized my rock-hard cock in her hand and said, "Don't make a sound until I return. Do you understand?" I nodded my head. She walked out of the closet and closed the door behind her. I was left sitting in the darkness of the closet with a raging erection, not knowing what was next.

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I finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went into the bedroom. My raging hard-on was sticking out the top of the pouch on the G-string. She walked into the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a red satin camisole, garter, nylons and black patent leather pumps. She came over to the edge of the bed where I was sitting, grabbed my balls through the pouch, and told me to open my mouth. She then stuffed my mouth with a couple pairs of her panties and tied a scarf around my head to form a gag. She bound my wrists behind my back and tied my ankles together to insure I was fairly immobile. As she finished tying me up I wondered what she had in store for me this evening. She usually didn't tie me up, since I'm always very cooperative.

Males In Bondage
As soon as I finished readying her bath she entered the bathroom and told me to get on my hands and knees in the tub. I started to remove the G-string, but she told me to leave it on. I got on my hands and knees and she removed her robe to reveal her beautiful naked body. She sat down in the tub in front of me and said, "Stick your head under the water and eat my pussy slave!" I stuck my head down between her legs and started lapping away. When I came up for a breath, she would count to three and then push my head back into her crotch. When she tired of this she had me wash her entire body. When I finished, she stepped out of the tub, dried herself off, and threw me the wet towel to dry off with. "I know you love to wear that G-string." She said. "So just keep it on slave, and go into the bedroom when you're done drying off."

Man in pain
I love to be sexually dominated, and I am married to a very beautiful young woman who utilizes my obedience to the maximum. She knows that when I am sexually aroused there is nothing I won't do for her. She often makes me go a few days without coming, knowing that I will be that much more aroused and submissive. The other night I arrived home and found her laying on the couch wearing a short satin robe. As soon as I saw her I developed an immediate erection, thus becoming a slave to her desires. She ordered me onto my hands and knees and commanded me to crawl to her side. She then raised her foot to my face and said "Lick my foot slave!" I happily licked her foot as she rubbed it all over my face. She then pushed my face away with her foot and tossed a satin G-string at me saying, "Put on your uniform, and go draw me a bath slave!" I answered, "Yes Master." And went to the bathroom to change into the G-string and prepare her bath.

Its been heaven for me since that fateful day she caught me buying my Kotex. Now when we go shopping she makes me hand carry both our Feminine Products to the check out counter. I can hardly wait, in another week, I'll be helping my mistress to stay clean and feminine for another of her periods.

Mistress Harmony has a kept pet that she takes out to play with when she is feeling mean and horny. Melanie then reattached the Kotex to my belt and dressed me up in a beautiful pair of panties, stocking, a bra with falsities and a dress. I then went to work cleaning up the apartment, knowing that in less than four hours I would be change her again. She said that this time I would have to insert a Tampax into her vagina but that she would need to cleaned up first.