Men In Pain

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.

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.