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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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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.

After she was satisfied that she was not dripping wet anymore she took me to the bed and fastened me down spreadeagle and blindfolded. Then she straddled my face and I buried my tongue into her sweet hole going deeper that I thought I ever could. I tried to push it to the very top of her pussy hole. I lashed out with my tongue to her engorged clit and licked and sucked her until she cried out again and again. She then lowered her dripping wet cavern over the top of my cock and dropped all her weight onto it. It hungrily devoured my cock, bathing it in scalding female juice and the lust that she was feeling. She rode me like a prize horse rocking my tied body up and down as her pussy ravaged my throbbing cock. I cried out to her as my come shot from my cock into her body but she would not stop, again showing who was in control. This caused me to keep on coming as her pussy seemed to suck out all that I had in my body.

Soon she was moaning as her fingers rubbed her swollen clit and her other hand pinched her hard nipples. I was as hard as a rock, watching her and she enjoyed seeing me like that. Finally she cried out as the pleasure rocked her body, and her toes curled together and then flexed out apart as the waves washing over her subsided. She lay before me smiling up at me. Then she stood up and came to me. She started to pull me by my hard cock but since my feet were fastened together I could barely move. Then she put two of her fingers into her pussy and brought them out all wet.

As it turned out it was the one who gave me the most severe whipping. I was taken to her room and tied up on my toes with my wrists fastened overhead. When she got to the room, she smiled at me and proceeded to remove her clothes. She did a strip tease until she was completely naked and then she rubbed her beautiful body all over my stretched out naked skin. She brought her tits up for me to suck and she caressed my cock and balls as well as everywhere else. She then turned me around so I could face the bed and she crawled onto the satin sheets and puffed up the pillows and proceeded to slowly caress and masturbate herself. It drove me wild watching her body and face react to the pleasure. I longed to lick and kiss her and of course to fuck her, hurting her a little for the whipping she gave me.

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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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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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.

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.