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Sissyslave gunnarsub Turned Into A Slut

Part 5

Sissy gunnarsub Turned Into A Slut
part 5

 "Why don't you turn him from a white collar worker into a steel collar wearer,"
Miss Tatjana asked. "I will, I definitely will", my neighbour responded "and
besides that I will make sure that life for this arrogant asshole will become
hell." Whatever humiliations she had in store for me, I knew, would be well
designed to provide the ultimate degradation and humiliation to me.

I was still looking at my neighbour when Miss Tatjana ordered me on my knees.
"Well, slave, " she said, " MISTRESS Natascha you know already. Now meet my mom,
MISTRESS Tamara for you," motioning to the woman to my left.

" Hello, slave," MISTRESS Tamara sneered. She was about my age, carrying even
more weight than her daughter, but also tall and with a strict and superior
appearance. Now looking at her I froze. In her hands she held a videocamera and
she smiled when she realised that I glared at the camera. " You are right,
slave, it's all on there, we have started a comprehensive documentation of your
service as a slave,"  and she pointed on the screen of the camera. I saw there
how I was crawling naked on the path towards the building. She took the
videocamera again and continued recording me naked on my knees, she zoomed and
recorded my chastity belt with the bold tattoo SKLAVE above it, then went around
me and filmed me from the back, presumably again zooming and recording the other
tattoo there, marking me as slut.

" Turn around, slave" she ordered. She was wearing a long tight leather skirt
and black boots with high heels.  Her leather skirt was only a few inches away
from my face so I could see nothing but her skirt and her boots. 

"Who is your keyholder," I heard MISTRESS Tamara asking. Now I was in a trap. I
could not disclose the name of Marcel, at the same time I could not withhold it.
"No answer, good so, slave. I like it to break a slave and I promise you that
you will regret your behaviour still this evening and that you will also tell me
the name, be assured." "Tanutschka, I will deal with the name of the keyholder
later."

"Greet your MISTRESSES, slave," Miss Tatjana told me and pushed me to the floor.
I knew what to do. I bent down and kissed MISTRESS Tamara's boots and she
laughed. "You can do better than that, slave," icily said MISTRESS Tamara, "
lick and clean my boots."  I began to run my tongue up and down the leather of
the boots and started sucking her heel when she lifted one boot.

"Now greet MISTRESS Natascha, slave." I crawled across to MISTRESS Natascha's
feet.  She looked down on me, a wicked grin on her face.  She lifted her foot,
pushing it into my face. MISTRESS Natascha then lifted her other foot and pushed
me over.  I sprawled on the floor.

All MISTRESSES laughed as I did so, staring down at me with disdain. MISTRESS
Natascha lifted her boot, forcing me to lick the sole.  The sole was muddy and I
tasted earth in my mouth.

"Now, get back over there, slave," eventually ordered Miss Tatjana. "Listen,
slave," she continued, "From this moment on, we own you.  You will do exactly as
we say, when we say it, or otherwise your dirty little secrets will become
public knowledge.  You are now our slave to do with as we wish.  Tonight, we
will teach you a lesson you will never forget. Understand?"

"Yes, Miss Tatjana," I mumbled. She slapped me in the face, once, twice, and a
third time. I understood. "Yes, MISTRESS Tatjana," I corrected myself. Again, I
saw MISTRESS Tamara videoing everything with her camera. She must have recorded
the whole evening, and now I started to understand that I would never get out of
their power again. I would have to stay not only as the slave of Marcel and his
friends but also as slave of these three mean and wicked BBWs, not to talk about
my professional Domme for on-line training and humiliation!

But my humiliation was not over. "I think you must be thirsty after all that
exertion and you will get something to drink. On your back, slave," MISTRESS
Natascha ordered.  I obeyed and MISTRESS Natascha rose.  Lifting her skirt, she
removed her panties. I gazed up at the sight of her crotch.

"Open your mouth, slut," MISTRESS Natascha ordered, "And you'd better not spill
a drop."  I opened my mouth wide and she began to pee on me.  I felt her hot
piss flood into my mouth, choking me, overflowing down my cheeks.  She began to
move slightly so that her pee ran over my face.  I gulped the piss down as fast
as I could.

Eventually MISTRESS Natascha finished and stood up, lowering her skirt back
down, ordering me to lick each and every single drop of pee from the floor. My
humiliation was intense as I knelt before my MISTRESSES, naked, belted, soaked
in piss, the taste of Mistress Natascha's pee still bitter in my mouth, and the
camera recording everything.

"Who is your keyholder," I heard MISTRESS Tamara asking again. "You need a
reminder of what you are, slave," MISTRESS Tamara said. "You will not only tell
us who your keyholder is, I want you, too, to apologise for not telling us
immediately and I want you to beg to get whipped and to thank me each time I
whip you. Understand?"

"Please, MISTRESS Tamara," I gulped " I am so very sorry, but I can't tell you."
"Please, MISTRESS Tamara, please don't whip me. Pleeeeeease."

"Very well, slave," MISTRESS Tamara said. They pushed me to a pillar in the
room, made me hug it and cuffed my hands again. MISTRESS Tamara told her fellow
Mistresses that enforcing corporal punishment means to use all their force,
since a slave always shows more pain than he is really suffering.

Suddenly, something hit me hard on my back. I tried to stand the pain. But after
some twenty lashes on my back I could no longer tolerate the pain. I begged them
to stop, I cried for mercy, there was none. Eventually, I shouted "The name of
the keyholder is Marcel, MISTRESS." The whipping did not stop and only a couple
of minutes later I had disclosed everything, Marcel's name, Marcel's address,
and Marcel's mobile phone number. There was no need to ask for my details as
that was already known.

I hung my head in shame, my body sore and sweaty, still sticky from all the pee
earlier.  I felt so degraded.  My MISTRESSES had reduced me to nothing more than
an object of their desires.  And I knew that my humiliation was far from over.
MISTRESS Tatjana and her fellow MISTRESSES had much more in store for me.

 "Listen slut," MISTRESS Tatjana said, "You are now our plaything, to do with as
we wish and when we wish.  From this moment on, you are our property, everything
you will do is for us. You will worship us and perform any task we set you
quickly and without hesitation.  You will only wear clothes when we permit it.
You will serve each of us and anyone else we may order you to serve. 
Understand?"

"Yes, MISTRESS."

"Good," MISTRESS Tatjana smiled, "Take your mobile back, I noted your number.
Now you may leave for today. MISTRESS Natascha will call you for some services
later this week. After that, MISTRESS Tamara will take care of you. And I assure
you, we have some extremely humiliating things planned for you.

What is your icq number?" She suddenly asked. I did not dare to hide it, so I
said "62 881 323, MISTRESS." MISTRESS Tatjana laughed and said "Soon this will
be publicly known, slave, and you will not dare to reject a chat addressing you
as slave and slut gunnarsub. You will answer each and every question and obey
all orders you may get from your chat partners. Is that clear, slave?" "Yes,
MISTRESS Tatjana."
...

...
The screen of my mobile showed that there was a call from Marcel during the time
I spend with MISTRESS Tatjana. As I had not answered it immediately as
instructed I had to expect a severe punishment. I never before had phoned Marcel
but now I did not dare keep him waiting any longer. "Yes," the voice seemed to
belong to Marcel. "This is sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut."

"You are ordered to take each call immediately, slave. I promised that you will
be punished in a way you will never forget again it you fail," Marcel said.
"Move your ass to us immediately."

Arriving at Marcel's place he took me in the boot of his car down town to a
Latino Homo hangout, with nothing on but my chastity belt and my steel collar.
Arms cuffed behind my back he had led me there with a leash attached to the ring
through my nostrils which had been pierced a couple of weeks before and which
was inserted when I arrived at Marcel's place. Even if I dared I would have had
no possibility to resist as even the weight of the leash is enough to direct me
in any way, and in spite of the humiliation and my fear what might happen I
would do everything to avoid the slightest pull at my nostrils.

In the hangout there were about twenty Latinos and I really got frightened when
we entered. This was a scenario like in a film. A practically naked slave cuffed
and led like an ox. Obviously, they knew that I was to be punished and their
attitude made me feel that I could not expect any mercy.

Marcel ordered me to greet his friends. A pull at the leash and a kick in my ass
made me know that this meant to clean everyone's shoes with my tongue. Needless
to say, this was very degrading and humiliating. However, it gave Marcel much
amusement to strike my exposed ass with his riding crop and to point out to
everyone what a little slut I was.

He then told me that after being whipped I was going to have to care for all of
them. Marcel unlocked my chastity belt. I was now even more vulnerable as my ass
was now unprotected. They lead me to a supporting pillar and cuffed my wrists
behind the pillar. Marcel offered to the crowd that everybody who would lash me
thus would acquire the right to fuck me. I believe nobody must have turned down
that offer. The pain of the lashes was unbearable. I cried for mercy but in
vain. They whipped me for more than one hour, just because I had not answered
Marcel's call immediately, which actually was not feasible as Mistress Tatjana
had taken my mobile along with my clothes. My butt was extremely sore, but that
did not stop my punishment.

One of the Latinos remarked out that in the basement of the hangout there would
be a heavy pillory in which I could be fixed  in such a way that I am bent over
with widespread legs, exposed naked and vulnerable to any caprice. Only minutes
later I was locked in this pillory.  Marcel invited everybody to use me now in
any way they liked. Although my butt was offered vulnerably to everybody, in the
beginning the crowd was more interested in my mouth, which was forced to be kept
open by a special device, and - with my head immovably fixed at their
convenience - one after the other of the Latinos stuffed me with his dick, and I
had to swallow all their cum.

Immovably held in the stocks at the disposal of the crowd they forced me with
the whip, to not only suck them, but provide them with an outstanding blow job
under the eyes of all guests, motivated by the stinging whip applied on my back
and my ass.

But this was only the beginning. Still busy with sucking dicks Marcel took evil
crocodile cramps which were connected with a chain, let them bite in my nipples,
and attached weights and wires to the cramps which were connected to an
erotomat, a low voltage electrical device. Switching on the power I could do
nothing but struggle in pain and agony when Marcel cruelly increased the power
supply, much to the pleasure of the Latinos around. The sensation in my nipples
was unspeakable. I was gasping and shaking.

Controlling the voltage by turning it up and down, Marcel forced me to plea and
beg the crowd for being fucked, too, from behind. Like a sissy slut I was now
taken simultaneously by two Latinos at the same time.

Getting fucked from behind made the weights attached to my nipples swing back
and forward hurting my nipples. Marcel picked up the chain of the nipple clips
and began to pull the, so my nipples were stretched straight out. He kept
pulling. The pain was intense. He pulled harder - and I knew then that he meant
to pull them off like that. He pulled harder and they began to slip. Finally,
with a snap, the right clip flew off. I screamed. He yanked the left on off and
I screamed again. My entire body was on fire.

While all the crowd enjoyed, stuffing my mouth and my ass with their cum I was
denied an orgasm and locked up again in my chastity belt.

For my additional humiliation Marcel offered the key of my steel collar to the
crowd without me knowing who actually had it. Thus, in order to get this key
back I had to disclose my name, address, and mobile number to all people
present, together with most compromising photos showing me as cocksucker. Marcel
told me that these photos would act as tickets furnishing each of the present
Latinos with the power to force me to be at their disposal at any time later on.
But even worse, now much more people might phone me and I might be much more
often exposed to humiliating situations in which I would have to answer the
phone as 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut'.

After they had finished raping me Marcel lead me back to his car, again with my
hands cuffed behind my back and pulling at the leash attached to the ring
through my nostrils. My face was full of cum and cum, too, was still dropping
out of my ass. Marcel was enjoying the scene as we walked to the car and later
on to his house, and I was fearful that someone would see me or notice me.

When we got into the house, Marcel had me sit on the floor. He explained to me
how hot he was from watching my punishment and humiliation. He then sat down on
the couch and commanded me to suck his cock. As his body began to shake and
quiver, it became obvious that Marcel was having an incredibly intense orgasm
right there in front of my eyes.

But the evening was far from over. Marcel walked back over behind me. He quickly
fastened a leash to the collar around my neck and pulled me to the middle of the
room. He fixed the leash to the ceiling and I stood there helplessly with my
hands cuffed behind my back. Before he left the room for good, he shoved a gag
into my mouth and told me that and I would have to stand there all night. As I
would not have obeyed his order to answer the phone immediately he would now
disclose that following the link ...see me in my chastitybelt... on my homepage
http://www.geocities.com/gunnarsub/enslaved.html there would be a small picture
showing my ass with welts and bruises. Clicking on that small picture would
reveal my identity and provide a lot of fun for the viewer. I did not dare
supplicate him not to do that as I knew that then again I would offend against
another standing order entailing even more punishment. But I was desperate.
...

To be continued



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