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Part
four
A few weeks have passed now. I have been pushed down
the road to becoming a public slut with my identity being disclosed to more and
more people without me knowing who knows my secrecy. MISTRESS Natascha,
MASTER Michail, and their friends do their utmost to add to my humiliation
in front of others. They do not only use and abuse me as a slave but they
especially like to expose me to situations where more and more people know
about me. And MISTRESS Natascha assured me that she never
would let me out again of being slave gunnarsub, cocksucking slut.
They
had complemented my sissy uniform in a most humiliating fashion by stockings,
garterbelt, and boots with high heels and put it on file in my Yahoo
group gunnarsub. Adding to my humiliating outfit I have
been commanded to attach to small dangling bells to my nipple-rings, and since the bells ring at even the
slightest movement thus MISTRESS Natascha has
ensured that I get attention even by those who do not see me directly. The
heavy steel collar I used to wear has been replaced by an even heavier one with
a built in electric cattle prod and a radio receiver. The hated collar is my
real prison - the shocks are strong enough to cause unbelievable pain if not
render me unconscious.
And
being operated by remote radio-control, using the same technique as cell
Phones, means that MISTRESS Natascha or MASTER Michail can apply the device from wherever they are tormenting
me at any place and at any time.
As
a standing order I have to put
on inviting blood red lickstick and polish my
fingernails with a matching colour, being threatened that cocksucker would
would get tattooed on my lips with that blood red colour and stay on for the
rest of mylife unless my make-up would not be „sluttish“ enough.
If not ordered otherwise I have to
present myself in this outfit whenever I am at home and they check it
regularly. Living just around the corner they order me to come
to their place almost every evening. The only other piece I am allowed to wear
on the way there is a rain overcoat, consisting of trousers and jacket, which I
have to take off immediately after arriving at there. A few days back I got the
order from MASTER Michail to have my sissy outfit framed and to put it in DIN
A3 on the wall in my apartment as a constant reminder of what I am. This is
what it looks like:
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Sissy outfit due for slave and slut gunnarsub v
Broad,
heavy steel collar with inbuilt security lock v
Cuffs
attached to the collar in such a way that the navel is out of reach v
Black
leather bra locked at the back v
Chastity
belt cb2000 v
Butt
plug locked in place v
Black
leather boots with high heels locked around the ankles by meancles v
Black
net stockings v
Locked
black leather corset acting as panty girdle v
Bright
red lipstick and fingernail, salient make-up and eye liner |
Quite
often MISTRESS Natascha or MASTER Michail just use me as their toilet,
pissing into my mouth or over my body. MISTRESS Natascha has made it my regular
duty to lick her clean after she had sex with MASTER Michail and she is then full
of cum in both orifices.
Moreover,
both of them enjoy making me to act as their spittoon and ashtray. In a lot of
cases MISTRESS Natascha and MASTER Michail have guests not only MISTRESS Tatjana,
MISTRESS Tamara or MISTRESS Cora who know me already but plenty of others and MISTRESS
Natascha always make her guests aware of my engravure on my chastity belt
telling them that I would live just around the corner and offering that they
could use me as their slave at any time. In most cases they keep me cuffed and
in chains during my service, surely not because of fear of opposition but just
to make life for me even more desparate and humiliating.
As
a standing order I am not allowed to use the toilet during my service, nor to
speak without permission. So after some time my bladder starts to add to my
discomfort and for sure that pleases MISTRESS Natascha´s wicked nature. At my
apartment MASTER Michail had exchanged all door locks
against security locks and I do not have any key. Often he locks the doors to
the kitchen and to my bathroom where the only toilet is, and I am ordered not
to leave the apartment. Thus when I need to go to the toilet there is no
alternative than to pee then on the floor. And at any time somebody may enter
the apartment.
I
am never sure whether they are going to torture me just claiming that I would
not have done my best. One evening MISTRESS Natascha claimed that I would not
have properly licked the cum out of her ass after she had sex with MASTER
Michail in front of my eyes. I was handcuffed behind my back, gagged with a it
cock-gag, and a chain attached to my collar. MASTER Michail grabbed the chain
and forced me to follow him down to the cellar which actually is a secret
dungeon. I had't seen it before. There, he pulled my wrists above my head and
locked them to a chain dangling from the ceiling. Then he locked my ankles, too,
to a metalic spreader bar that made my legs spread painfully. I was defenseless
at MASTER Michail's mercy.
Then
I felt a lash on my ass. I gasped and gagged with the cock-gag when I tried to
scream in pain. His whipping was really hard. Then came 49 more lashes. Tears
were running down my cheeks and I was sweating.
"Now,
you won't forget what I'm going to do to you next" he said, and laughed
out loud. He moved behind my back. He grabbed my naked hips with his rough
hands and moved my ass to him. I felt his cock looking for my most private
hole. Soon, he was fucking my ass hard, raping me. " I think you're
enjoying your rape, slut" he said. MASTER Michail shoved his cock deeper
inside my ass, painfully. He started to cum and I felt his hot sperm filling up
my ass. I thought he would never end cumming! He was releasing a strong and
long stream.
After
he had finished, he got his cock out of my aching ass. "I have to pee
right now" he told me. He forced me to kneel on the cold bare cement floor
and cuffed my hands behind my back again. He sank his cock into my mouth and
started peeing inside me!
He
then fastened my collar chain to a ring in the wall and went upstairs, leaving
me there chained in an uncomfortable position, soaked in piss, and with my ass
aching.
"I will be back in a couple of hours," he
snarled viciously,"if I hear anything that sounds like a word coming out
of your mouth, I will drag my fucking cattle prod over every inch of your
fucking body. Do you understand me, slut?" "Yes, MASTER
Michail."
After
2 or 3 hours he came back, this time MISTRESS Natascha was accompanying him.
"Now Nasch will take care of you. And I am sure that you thereafter you
take your job cleaning Nasch from my cum much more seriously" he told me.
"She will be taking my place for a while. I'll leave you with her
now".
MISTRESS
Natascha was dressed with a leather corset, leather black gloves, black high
leather boots with tall heels, with her tits and nipples exposed. She took her
panties off. They were visibly soaked. She quickly forced her panties in my
mouth, then hold it inside with a leather strap. She lifted my chin and looked
me deep directly in my eyes. "Now, I'm sure you'll regret having been
lenient, slut" she told me. She took a monster butt- plug and got it deep
into my ass. I sighed. She released my hands and led me to a wall. The wall was
bare rock and it scratched my nude back and ass. She cuffed my hands again
together over my head.
"Now
you'll be really punished" MISTRESS Natascha said "what Micha just has done to you was nothing compared to
what's coming up next". She got a cat-o-nine tails. I shivered just to
look at that terrible thing. "I think I won't punish your ass
anymore" she said "it is too red. This whip will leave you red bloody
streaked, and I want to see them supplementing the bruises on your ass.
Now,
I'll only whip your back, slut". She went several feet behind me, lifted
the whip and landed it at my naked back. I couldn't hold the scream, but my gag
muffled it. New tears were dropping. "I'm surprised, slut. Just one lash
has cut your flesh" she said. She took some salt and dropped it in my
wound. It burned like hell and I let out another muffled scream. "But
don't think I'm done with you. You have to be punished. You'll have 9 more
lashes, slut" she told me. She lashed me 9 more times, as she had
promised. I almost fainted in pain.
"Your
back and ass look really nice. And don't worry, I will ensure that the welts
and bruises stay" she told me ironically. Then MISTRESS Natascha chained
me to the floor, lifted her skirt and started to pee in my hair and face. It
was hot and tasted like hell. She laughed "I think I'll let you rest a
while for now. "
To
act as their toilet had become part of my new life. I knew that I would be
experiencing such a whipping now much more often. Worse humiliations and
punishments were waiting for me, just because MISTRESS Natascha liked to
torture me.
And
although I really did my very best to satisfy my Superiors I was sent to a
slave training camp in order to what they called get rid of my sluggishness in obeying. It was not OWK but perhaps
even worse since the training included serving gays.
Arriving
there I was locked inside an almost cylindrical iron cage, in which my body
fitted tightly. The cage was tall and narrow, with just room enough for me to
stand. No way to slip one knee or even one foot out, since my ankels had been locked
into iron manacles. Moreover my wrists got shackled, too, in an uncomfortable
position, fixed behind my back.
An
evil set up of iron stumpy spikes covering the internal bar surface of the cage
prevented me to attempt to lean against the cage. If I tried, I would immediately
get hurt by the spikes. They did not cause
bleeding without an hard impact, but they are so painful, that I can't rest for
more than a couple of seconds. Too short time to have a rest! They kept me in
the cage all night.
"I am known as Whipmistress", a statuesque
ebony woman in her forties addressed me the other morning. "The key rule
is that you will immediately and completely obey every order you receive, no
matter what. "You may wonder why you should obey orders that will cause
you unimaginable agony. The reason is twofold. First, because you will
eventually do whatever we want you to, and the punishments for hesitation,
refusal or resistance will be added to the original program. Second, because no
matter how terrible something seems there will always be something worse.
You'll do whatever we want you to do, and you have
nothing, absolutely nothing, to say about it. You will be degraded and
humiliated. Be sure that we will break you so that when we are done with you
there will be absolutely nothing that you will find too revolting to handle.
Do not expect any justice or fairness, there is none
here, and do not hope for any compassion or mercy, since a slave will receive
none. You are here for my pleasure and that of my guests, and when we are not
using you, access to you is a fringe benefit of my employees. The uses to which
you will be put will vary but they will always involve pain and degradation,
more than you can imagine.
A slave can never plead ignorance as an excuse – or
anything else, as no excuses are ever permitted. You are not to speak unless
you are ordered to speak, or are asked a direct question which cannot be
answered with head movements.
All judgements here are final, and no excuse,
including the impossibility of complying with an order, is ever accepted.
Failure is always punished severely.
After that introduction she released me from my cage,
forced me to my knees and made me crawl into another small cage, there facing
the floor. Steel rods were then inserted through small holes in the cage and
locked into place just above my neck and ankles, behind my knees, and below my
waist, pinning me into a most uncomfortable position. It had taken many hours
before I started to doze. Then the pounding of a metal stick against the cage
dragged me back to consciousness. The rods were removed and the door opened.
"Out, slut" commanded the same statuesque
ebony lady I had seen before. I tried, but was too stiff to move. "Move,
slut" came the command, emphasized by the sting of a riding crop on my ass. As good as possible I started to crawl, directed
by the crop. The room we entered was a clearly a torture chamber.
The Whipmistress ordered me to lay on my back and
chained my head and my cuffed hands to the floor. "You will now be
punished for the sluggishness in the way how you have followed sometimes orders
of your Superiors, slut.
But I will save your ass and your back for whippings
later on. I am going to cane you in a very special manner which I like very
much, it is the bastinado. You will learn, it is hell. It breaks all slaves.
But it would provide me pleasure to torture you most severely unless you learn
your lesson and obey completely after your punishment.
Any reluctancy will be considered as a refusal to
obey an order and I assure you hat you would regret that deeply".
She locked my feet in stocks exposing them in an
upright position for easy reach of the cane. Taking the cane the Whipmistress
pulled my head up by the hair and held the cane in front of her face.
"For the first dozen strokes, I want no noise
out of you". The Whipmistress slowly stepped to my raised feet, her spiked
heels ominously loud on the tile floor and ran her fingers over my bare feet.
"O.k., slut, understand that you are now at zero tolerance for error.
There will be no mercy, no second chance".
I heard the swish, and felt the burning pain in the
soft arches of my feet before I was able to interpret the sound. Despite my determination to obey, the only
reason I didn't move was because the chains which were so tight. I was somehow able to resist the urge to
scream. Seconds passed, running into
minutes, without another blow. Sweat was dripping down my forehead and stinging
my eyes. My lips were trembling because of the fear and the certainty that I
couldn't possibly endure eleven more of those strokes without screaming. Then
the second stroke came, another unbearable pain. Three more strokes. I do not
know how I managed to keep quite.
The Whipmistress viewed with satisfaction the ugly
welts across myfeet, then looked into my teary eyes, her own eyes diamond hard
and laser bright, her face rigid, and in a cold voice said, "I told you to
take twelve in silence. I warned you there would be no tolerance for another
mistake. You just made it. But I would have prefered that you failed,
slut." The she left.
A few minutes later the Whipmistress returned. She
released me from the stocks but kept my wrists cuffed behind my back. "What
nice bruises on your soles. They must hurt terribly. They'll hurt a lot more
tomorrow. Stand up". I tried to stand but fell on my ass because ot the
terrible pain on my soles. The Whipmistress stung the thong of a riding crop
against my thighs and said "Up!".
I tried again and failed again and this time the crop
hit my upper thighs with full power. "On your feet!". I managed,
grimacing from the pain. I swayed
unsteadily. "If you fall again the whipping
will continue". This remark helped to diminish my attention to the pain in
my feet markedly and I stabilized.
After what seemed an
eternity watching me, the Whipmistress asked "Would you like a drink?"
Without thinking I replied "Yes, Mistress, please." "O.k. slut,
on your back." Realizing my mistake, I groaned. Jabbing me with an electic
shocker she yelled "QUICKLY."
"Some of my guests will use you as a toilet
slave. Since you need training in this area, and it's been a long time since my
morning coffee, I will let you serve me", the Whipmistress said as she
removed her belt, then her boots, and her leather pants. " Open you mouth
- wider – wider. Do not dare let any drop reach the floor. Keep your mouth open
while I piss".
She squatted over my face and released a stream of piss. It hit
me squarely in the face. "Get your mouth under my pisshole, you shithead,
and start drinking."I did the best I could, but I couldn't swallow fast
enough. Soon I was lying in a pool of piss. My hair was soaked in it. The
Whipmistress took the
shocker and started jabbed it onto my body indiscriminately. As she did so she
screamed "You're a fucking slob."
Finally she stopped. She took a dog's choke chain placed it
around my cock, attached a leash to it, and said "OK now, get up, and
follow Me."
She led me up several flights of stairs, and down two or three corridors to a kind of study. Behind a large wooden desk sat another cruel looking ebony Lady, an Overseer. There were several video monitors placed around the room with obviously used for surveillance. I was shocked to see on one of the monitors a video which was being played back the scene showing me getting pissed on my face.
"As I told you, you
will be trained as a toilet slave, and you will be chained now in a toilet
room."
The Whipmistress turned to the Overseer. "Dear, please chain
him to our toilet, and later we will whip him for his poor performance this
afternoon."
Soon I was uncomfortably chained in a kneeling
position next to the toilet. The overseer hiked her skirt and a stream of warm golden fluid
was flowing into my mouth. I began shaking. "Hold your position,
slut". When my mouth was full the overseer
stopped pissing and ordered me to swallow, which I did.
"Didn't I just tell you that shaking is not
acceptable behavior for a human toilet ? Well, since you obviously aren't up to
this yet, let's go by stages. Bend backwards over the toilet! That's good. Now
hold your position. This is called a golden
shower". The golden flow resumed over my hair and face. "At least you
can do that".
"Kneel down in front of the toilet! Now put your
head in the toilet. Do it! Face in the
water, slut. Obey!" I submerged my
head in the bowl, which was unusually wide and deep. "That's better",
the Overseer
said and flushed the toilet, sending a flood of high pressure water swirling
around my head. "You filthy, worthless, little slut. If you fail again to obey an order you will
clean our nice lavatory with your tongue. I emphasize, it is our toilet. For
staff only, slaves just shit in their cages and clean it up whenever we get
around to release them".
With my feet aching I spent the rest of the day and
all evening on my knees in front of the toilet, my hands and feet in chains and
my butt plugged. More than a dozen Ladies and male guests urinated on me, my
face and hair smelling like a pee-pot.
Still
the same evening the Whipmistress took me back to the torture chamber where I
had received the bastinado in the morning. A spreader bar was lowered from the ceiling and the
whipmistress attached one end of the bar to one of the ankle cuffs.
She
and the Overseer then forcibly spread my legs painfully
wide as the other ankle cuff was attached to the opposite end of the lengthy
spreader bar, leaving me face down, my feet suspended in the air. The
Whipmistress then began to whip my buttocks freely. I struggled against the
lashes, but to no avail. I couldn't avoid them, and I couldn't plead for mercy
because of a tight gag. I was completely at their mercy, and there was none.
They just whipped me harder and harder until my ass was covered with stinging,
burning welts. Tears were flowing like a river and my voice was nothing but
muffled, whimpering garbles.
The
whipping ceased but only to lower me. Then they positioned me so that I was
face up, back on the floor, with my ankles hanging from the spreader bar. The
Whipmistresses reached for an electrical shocker, applied it to my penis and
pressed the switch. My body convulsed with the agony of the powerful jolt. My
head thrashed from side to side as I was driven temporarily insane by this
incredible torture, but there was nothing I could do to thwart her
entertainment.
She
looked down at my protruding eyes and frantic face and smiled as she said,
"Look this slut enjoys this!" With that she held the head of my cock
in the fingertips of her free hand, then pushed and held the switch on again as
she ran the electrodes up and down the length of my penis. Then she clutched
the base of my penis between her thumb and forefinger and held the switch on
again as she ran the electrodes back and forth across the head of my penis
repeatedly as I thrashed about. When she stopped, I was gasping, and writhing
in pain from the excruciating shocks. She lowered my feet to the floor, then
sarcastically stated "Don't go away, I'll be right back", as she
disappeared.
While she was gone, the Overseer picked up a candle from the table and
approached me with it. She knelt down and grasped my penis with her free hand
and inverted the burning candlestick, causing it to flame up. The hot wax began
to rapidly drip from the enlarged flame. She held the tip of the dripping
candle over the head of my punished cock and rotated the candle in her hand to
make the flow of wax maximize. Once she had coated the top of my cockhead, she
bent my penis back and dripped the searing hot wax over my glans, enjoying the
trauma she was subjecting me to.
A
couple of minutes later the Whipmistress reappeared , in her right hand a
riding crop. She removed the gag from my mouth, released my ankles from the
spreader bar, then asked me, "Would you like for me to massage your cock
with that shocker again?" "NO, NO, PLEASE!" I exclaimed, begging
her not to use it on me again. My voice warbling, tears profusely streaming
from my eyes. "Then you will need to learn to obey" she said. "I
will obey in everything, MISTRESS!" I exclaimed. "You had better obey
me without question in the future" she said. "Yes MISTRESS " I
concurred. There was no alternative but to obey.
"You
don't understand, do you?" she said, "You were brought here to learn
how to serve and YOU WILL NOT BE RELEASED until you have completed the
training. This is only the beginning, in time you will learn to accept your
place here."
I'm sure the look on my face displayed
my unease to the Whipmistress. " I began to proffer pleadings, but was
too scared to make any sense. "You deserve discipline!" she decreed
as she reached down and fed one end of her heavy leather leash through the ring
at the front of my collar. She paired the ends together, doubling it up
lengthwise, then tugged on it, dragging me over to a "rape chair."
She pulled me up onto the metal frame, and securely tied the leash off, out of
my reach. I was forced into a wide-open position on the frame, only able to
grasp hold of the rung near my forehead as I tried to relieve the pull of the collar
on my neck. The Ladies then pulled my knees up toward my chest and suspended me
with heavy straps under my thighs, designed to keep me off balance and
immobile.
Finally
they brought my ankles even further forward and secured them with cuffs, leaving
my feet suspended in mid-air. Perched in this "doggie style"
position, I was helplessly vulnerable.
"You are here until you learn to obey
unerringly and without hesitation"the Whipmistress specified. She then
retrieved a gag and fitted it to my head, pulling its straps so tight that my
mouth was completely sealed. Next thing a bridle was attached to the ring on
the rear of the collar, then left lying across my back. I felt the Whipmistress
grab hold of my ass cheeks and pull them apart as the head of a dildo touched
my rear orifice. She then firmly grasped my hips in her hands and
thrust forward powerfully as she mounted me, driving a stiff, fat, rubber cock
up my asshole in one savage, penetrating stroke. My eyes bulged, and I let out
a muffled whimper as I jerked helplessly about, in a futile attempt to escape
her cruel onslaught.
She continued to
unmercifully and energetically hammer me, bringing her pelvis in contact with
my buttocks with almost every thrust as she kept a taunt grip on the bridle
from my collar.
Suddenly she turned to face me and I could see
the huge strap-on. "Now, slut, your training only starts. Today I'm going
to teach you how to suck MY big, fat cock." Her
cock was so big I had trouble getting my lips around it. She ordered me to deep
throat her cock. The size made it difficult to get more than three or four
inches into my throat before. While still holding her cock, She then
pushed on my head forcing me to take more and more of her cock down my throat.
In an attempt to shrink the size of her cock, I tried to lick and suck on her
cock as best I could. I finally got about eight inches down my throat.
When the Whipmistress had
finished raping me for the pleasure and entertainment of the Overseer, she
removed me from the frame and dragged me back to "my room". There the Whipmistress grasped the
open lock that hung through the last link of the two feet of chain stretching to an eyebolt embedded into
the floor. In
one fell swoop she laced it through the ring on the front of my collar and
snapped it shut. I was left lying on the floor blithering, whimpering, and
incoherent. I was sobbing in delusional agony at the dilemma I was facing.
…
…
I would not even have believed
it before myself but after that stay in the slave training camp my performance
as slave and slut to all my superiors actually improved considerably.
Not only that I did now much more than only my best
to lick MASTER Michail´s cum out of the ass of MISTRESS Natascha, but
definitely improved my services as a slut in every respect because of the fear
of a rehearsal training in a slave camp.
Sometimes
this keeps me away from severe whippings and evil torture, but nevertheless
punishment and pain have become part of my life, since not only MISTRESS
Natascha but also Master Michail, Mistress Cora, and Mistress Tamara like to
order me tasks which are not feasible to perform and then claim that I would
not have obeyed. Similarly, there are false allegations that I would not have
done my best used as a common vehicle to ensure that the welts and bruises on
my body do never fade.
As
a latest addition to my enslavement and
humiliation MISTRESS Natascha has procured tigh high leather boots for me
featured with heels 20 cm long. The boots can be locked around the ankles by
steel manacles thus preventing any attempt to take them out. Of course it is
not possible neither to walk in these boots, nor to stand in an upright
position. Whenever I have to put them on, I am not allowed to touch the floor
with anything else than my feet, knees, and arms which is thoroughly monitored
by the cams installed all over my apartment. This means not only humiliation,
but above all torture since after some time it is most fatiguing to have to
kneel all the time.
Nevertheless, now I even
appreciate having these boots on since at least
I can move freely within my apartment. But even that is now no more for sure. One
day when I returned to my apartment there was a heavy steel cage in the
entrance hall in the size of a cube of 1 meter in each dimension. MISTRESS
Natascha sat in a fauteuile, obviously waing for me. „You don´t like your new cage, slut? It doesn´t
matter. You will spend many hours in it. For now you will stay there until
tomorrow.“ She locked me in the cage and left laughing, telling me that she would
have invited some visitors who wanted to take pictures of a perverted male
slut.
Thus
I waited, knowing that at any time somebody might enter my apartment and
perceive me there caged and displayed in my sissy outfit for neverending
humiliation.
…
…
"Hallo,
asshole!" I recognized the voice
behind me immediately, it was the voice of a neighbour, Mr. Frank B., the
husband of MISTRESS Cora. Since quite some time had passed since MISTRESS Cora
had threatened to deliver me at the mercy of her husband I had hoped that MISTRESS
Cora might not have meant this threat seriously.
"I
prefer calling you asshole if you don´t mind, slut!" From the way Frank addressed me I got to
understand that this hope was wrong. "I hardly could believe it when Cora
told me that you offer your ass to everybody for money, for one Euro, asshole!
She told me that you like to get whipped and fucked by Masters and by
Mistresses. But only when she showed me these pictures from you at work I took it."
He
threw about a dozen of pics on the floor. They showed me getting fucked by the crowd of
Latinos, how I sucked their cocks, how I got whipped. Even from the distance I
was clearly identifyable on the pics. I did not dare move. It was rather late,
at about
"Strip, asshole!" Below my coat I was dressed in my sissy outfit with
chastity belt, black boots and stockings, a black bra, and a matching panty
girdle "Give me your coat!" For a moment I even thought to run
away. But the experience from the training camp kept me from doing so. I had no
alternative, I had to obey. Taking my coat off I handed it over to Frank. "Follow
me, asshole! On all fours! Assholes crawl." Not waiting for me Frank went towards his
house which was only about 100m away. An almost naked sissy followed on all
fours. I had not even made half the distance when Frank had already entered his
house. Fortunately, nobody was on the road but I could not be sure that
somebody might see me from the windows. This was my immediate neighbourhood,
everybody would recognize me. But Frank did not care.
Arriving at the
entrance of their house, both Frank and MISTRESS Cora were waiting
for me. No, not correct: MASTER Frank and MISTRESS
Cora were waiting for me. MISTRESS Cora was
dressed in a threatening black leather outfit, tight fitting pants mostly
hidden in thigh high boots, a jacket barely hiding her boobs, and a riding crop
in her hand. I never before had seen her in leather therefore I knew that this
must have a special meaning, definitely not to the good for me.
Still
being on my knees, the first thing MASTER Frank did was
cuffing my hands behind my back. He used special cuffs, very heavy ones. Then
alike my ankles were locked in even heavier manacles. Gradually, I got to
understand that this night would get a tough night for me. Pulling at a rope
around my neck they took me downstairs to the basement. When the door opened I
realized with a shoc that they had furnished a torture chamber. Not even a
minute later my legs were spead and the same heavy manacles fixed to rings in
the floor, the cuffs were opened and relocked in front of me to a chain
dangling from the ceiling and subsequently lifted over my head by means of an
electric chain hoist. Completely helpless I was at the mercy of my two
tormentors.
Only now I saw
the video camera which had been installed some 2m in front of me. Obviously, MASTER
Frank and MISTRESS Cora wanted to make another video
of my degradation and humiliation. With a sadistic smile MISTRESS
Cora approached me and showed me a key. "Guess, slut, what this is!"
I had no idea
and did not dare answer. I was paralysed when she put the keys in the locks of
my chastity belt, opened them and removed the belt. Now I knew it was not a
mere accident that I had run into MASTER Frank, it was
clearly arranged and agreed upon with MASTER Michail and MISTRESS
Natascha. With my chastity belt on I felt myself at least somewhat safe, somewhat
protected. Now I was much more exposed to riding crop MISTRESS
Cora still held in her hand. My sissy undies were no protection at all, they
only would add to my humiliation on the video.
"Look into
the camera, asshole!" It was MASTER Frank´s voice. "This is not a
video, this is life, asshole! You may have
several hundred perhaps even some thousand kibitzers. This show was well
announced for weeks now and we got a lot of mails from interested parties when
we announced that this evening a male sissy slut would be subject to getting
grilled, interrogated and tortured."
He laughed. "Tell them what you are, asshole!"
"This one
is a slave …" I heared the whistling sound of the crop and an explosion of
pain on my ass "… and slut." Another sound, again the crop of MISTRESS
Cora bit my ass. I understood that I was expected to degrade myself to my
kibitzers. "I am a slave and slut not only for females but should be forced to serve
also all males." Another hit. "There is no cock I
may refuse to receive in my whore ass or in my cocksucking mouth. There is no
degradation to which I may not have to submit and no humiliation I may be
allowed to avoid."
"You learn fast, asshole, even too fast! But be assured that this
is only the beginning. At the end you will be one of the most well known male
sluts in the net!" It was obvious that they wanted to whip me, to torture
me. In order to avoid the stinging crop I invited all my kibitzers to humiliate
me in front of their friends or in public, to force me to obey them without any
restriction, to offer me as a victim to their friends and let them have their
fun with me.
When MASTER Frank started to kick me into the balls I even invited them
to to use me as their toilet and as a spittoon or ashtray. Forced by the crop I confessed that I was well known as the One
Euro Slut looking for clients in a local motel. I even disclosed my Yahoo group gunnarsub and MASTER Frank promised to post the video with my
interrogation so that everybody could download it to watch the session again at
any time. Although not at all true I begged my kibitzers to force me further
down the way into forced feminisation. I confessed whatever my
tormenters asked during the interrogation just to avoid further whipping.
"Who are you, asshole?" This was MASTER Frank again. "I
am slave and slut gunnarsub!" another crack, this time with a whip on my
back. It hurt terribly, tears streamed down my face. Oh, you scream
so beautifully, asshole, you plead and beg for mercy so delightfully each time you
feel the whip. "Who are you, asshole?" "This one is
slut gunnarsub, cocksucking slut!" Three, four more strikes on my back. I
jerked convulsively since I was almost mad with pain, my naked body was
dripping with agony sweat. I started
wheeping and crying "I am a sissy slut known in the net as
gunnarsub!"
MASTER Frank again swung the cruel whip down on my back,
ass, and thighs.
Please, MASTER, please
please, don't whip me anymore." "Who are you, asshole?" "AAAIIIEEEiiieeeiii, noooo, please, stop,
I will say it. I'll say it, please MASTER. "
Suddenly, MASTER Frank picked
up a short cattle probe, lubricated the shaft and squatted it between my widely
spread thighs, grinning fiendishly as he slowly inserted it up into my ass,
pushing it deeper and deeper. Then with a chuckle he pressed the button on the
handle of the probe, my whole body exploded with pain and lurched forward
against the bonds but the chains held me securely. My horrible screams
reverberated from the walls at almost a deafening level.
"Who are you,
asshole?" "I am Dr. Gxxxxxx Hxxxxxxxxx." I saw that MASTER Frank
picked up the cattle probe again. "No,
MASTER,
no, please don't shock me again, please, don't push the button, please MMASTER, please, I will say everything, don't
please...have mercy, please, have mercy on me. I am Dr. Gxxxxxx Hxxxxxxxxx. I live in a
small village called xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx, axxxxxxxxxx. I am a slut, a
sissy, a whore for Masters and Mistresses. My apartment is always open. And my
ass is always open. Everybody can come and fuck me at any time for just one
Euro. Or, if you like I will suck you, all of you. Just come to my apartment or
phone me at my mobile: 0049 xxx xxx xx xx. I
will answer the phone as sissy gunnarsub, cocksucking slut because
this is what I have to."
MASTER Frank held
the cattle probe in his face and stroked it with pleasure. Then he pushed it
again into my ass. I screamed in total unbearable torment and suddenly a stream
of piss shot from between my exposed cock on to the floor. Lowering the chain hoist he
ordered "Asshole, clean the floor!"
I licked all pee from the floor while hundreds of kibitzers watched. I had
disclosed them my name, my address, my mobile number, had identified me as a
sissy, as a slut, as a cocksucker. They knew me, they knew my name, they knew my face. But I had no idea at all who had been watching me, I had no idea who
knew my secret, a secret which had become public knowledge for so many.
Smiling cruelly into the camera, MASTER Frank announced that
I would get interrogated and bullwhipped again in front of all the kibitzers in
a session to follow. Inviting them all to watch
again, he promised that they would learn much more from me far beyond only my
name and address. And MISTRESS Cora added that they would grill me until I
disclose my deepest secrets. Obviously
attempting to attract the kibitzers she explained that they would place my in
ankle spreader-bars and hoist me by chains into an upside down position with my
wrists securely tied wrist-to-elbow behind my back. Exposing
my cock and balls completely unprotected for torture, I would have to suffer without
limit in this inverted position. I could not believe what they were announcing
and started sobbing, knowing that there was no way to escape from that torture.
What had I done when I offered myself as a slave and slut?
…
…
It
didn´t take long and I was again subject to torture in MASTER Frank´s torture
chamber although not for the announced interrogation. Before entering the
torture chamber MASTER Frank had taken off my chastity belt and told me that
this time I was even expected to struggle against being tormented.
This
time not only he and MISTRESS Cora were present but also four guys looking like
rugby players and I soon got it that they were gays. I had been ordered to try
to fight my tormentors for better entertainment of my kibitzers as MISTRESS
Cora said. There was nothing faked about my
struggles, they reflected the very real fear in
my eyes when I saw that I would be forced to ride the horse. But against a few strong men, and with my hands
cuffed behind my back, my efforts did little more than force my body into
provocative postitions. My tormenters obviously knew this too, they seemed to enjoy
it.
In
the center of the torture chamber was a horse made of perspex, in the from of
an upside down V, length about three feet and less high than I would have
expected. Directly in the center of the horse a
very large rubber dildo was fixed, like a rock in an upright position. The
dildo was huge and looked like a monster cock. If I was struggling before, I
became frantic now. But it didn´t help, it was
easy for my tormenters to push me towards the horse. Only
now I saw that the rubber cock was partly covered with metal plates and some
wires were connected to the bottom of the cock below the wall of the perspex.
One
of the men, a giant black, just lifted me on the horse whereas two others
parted my legs, forcing me to step across the horse despite my renewed, but
weak struggles. Another lift a moment later, and my tormenters guided the monster
cock inside my ass. Standing on my tiptoes I
managed to avoid having to accommodate the monster cock fully into my ass and
my crotch even did not touch the horse. But I knew that after some time my leg
muscles would get tired driving the cock to penetrate me in full. Although I
did not dare move at all they locked my ankles to manacles fixed to the lower
part of the horse at short chains.
Horrified,
I watched how a set of chains dangling from a bar may be five feet above my
head was fixed at either end of the perspex
horse. Another chain connected to an eyelet in
the center of this bar ran to a hoist and further up to the ceiling. This way, this single chain could quickly raise or
lower the horse to any position desired. From another eyelet underneath this
bar a chain led to the center of a second bar tilting just above my head.
Two
of my tormentors opened the cuffs behind my back, but immediately locked my
wrists in other cuffs attached to both ends of the lower bar. Somebody must
have switched on the hoist and the horse began to rise. Being still on my
tiptoes I could do nothing to avoid that the dildo now slowly started to
penetrate my ass in full lenght and the horse started to press uncomfortably
against my crotch. I winced and shook my head
back and forth.
With
a sadistic grin on his face the black giant snapped a pair of alligator clamps
on my nipples furnished with weights and short wires. Already
now the pain was almost no more bearable. But it got worse. MISTRESS Cora switched
on the hoist again, lifting the perspex horse a little higher into the air. Slowly
my feet left the floor.
Only
now I began to understand the diabolic mechanism of the horse. If the chains at
either end of the perspex horse had been fixed to the ceiling independently,
the contraption would have been fairly stable. But because these chains were
attached to a separate bar, hanging from the ceiling by
another chain attached to its center, the horse was given more freedom
to move. It tilted backwards when I leaned back
because more of my weight was distributed towards that end of the horse and the more it tilted the more I was inclined to
lean.
I
couldn´t help leaning to one side as the horse tilted. This caused the horse to
start spinning very slowly, and forced me to turn somewhat sideways. All the
movements obviously put an uncomfortable torque on the monster dildo insides my
ass. I tried to lean back a little, trying to
ease the pressure, but this caused the horse to tilt backwards as well, rather
like one of those mechanical bulls, bucking in very slow motion.
Instinctively,
I moved my legs to counter. Before long the horse reached its low point and
started back the other way, allowing me to shift my weight forward again.
Then
I saw how MISTRESS Cora took a small control-box with several gauges and dials. Horrified I looked at her with sudden understanding
and growing disbelief. MISTRESS Cora began to
turn a knob, terrible pain flashed through my nipples. The pain caused me to
shake my head, obviously the weights attached to the alligator clamps contained
batteries and the small wires served to support
a remote control.
Then
there was another flash of pain insides my ass.
I cried out in pain and tried to lift myself out
of the monster cock. In vain, the manacles locking my ankles to the lower part
of the horse made it impossible to get high enough. Slowly, I slided down again
pushing the monster cock back again in full into my
ass. Since the bar holding my wrists cuffs was not connected right to the
center of the upper bar, pulling with all my weight there caused the horse to
move like a bull and with it the monster cock in my ass.
Another
flash in my ass. Same attempt to get out of the
monster cock, same gliding back again. Anticipating another flash, my leg and arm muscles
cramped in the next attempt to lift myself, but this time the pain flashed through
my nipples again. Moving vehemently, this was no more horse riding, this was now riding the mechanical bull,
bucking violently.
I
cried for mercy, in vain. Soon, my crying didn´t stop anymore. I couldn´t
tolerate the pain any longer. The pulsing pain in my ass caused me to fuck
myself with the monster cock. I sobbed when MISTRESS Cora eventually stopped
the jolts. MASTER Frank stepped over and said "You earn us a lot of money with these shows,
asshole. Next time, we should have even more kibitzers who want to see you
suffer." I knew that these sadists would torture me again and I could do
nothing against it.
…
…
But
not only MASTER Frank and MISTRESS Cora enjoy torturing me. All of them,
MISTRESS Tamara and MISTRESS Tatjana, but above all MISTRESS Natascha and
MASTER Michail do so. Whereas MASTER Michail usually prefers to whip me
without mercy, MISTRESS Natascha, too, likes to torture me just alleging that I
would not have done my best to perform.
From
what MISTRESS Cora must have told her about my horse ride in their torture
chamber, MISTRESS Natascha, too, now has started to force me to ride the horse.
The experience is similar. With my
wrists cuffed to a chain dangling from the ceiling she makes me sit on a bar
which is too high that my feet reaches the floor and then cuffs my ankles
together. Adding to my pain she fixes crocodile cramps on my nipples connected to an electric device and attaches weights to the cramps. When she switches on
the power I can do nothing but struggle in pain and agony, especially when
MISTRESS Natascha cruelly
increases the power supply.
I
try to keep my body off the bar but after some minutes, my arms finally tire
and even using the last of my strength I cannot avoid torturing my crotch by
riding on the horse. After a brief and painful rest, I try again to lift my
body and relieve the pressure between my thighs,
but only for short. Muscles throbbing, I can´t
help lowering myself again. Then it takes longer for me to summon the strength
to rise a third time, but after several painful
seconds of straddling the horse, I stretch frantically upward and repeat the
excruciating cycle of pain, fatigue and more pain. MISTRESS Natascha enjoys watching me in agony. Quietly,
she retrieves a whip from the wall and starts to lash me. My body trembles and
squirms with each blow and I assure that not only me would do much more than
even the very best to avoid such torture.
Only MISTRESS Tamara is as cruel as MISTRESS
Natascha. I fear being sent to service her. She is a mean and wicked 100kg Lady
who likes to use me as her toilet and alway orders me not only to lick her
pussy but also to worship her ass. Sometimes she straddles me and rides my face
for ages. But especially she likes to torment me.
MISTRESS Tamara is
most creative in inventing one cruel game after the other. Once she cuffed my
hands behind my back, unlocked my chastity belt, then put a rope around my
balls and fixed the rope to a hook on the floor
in such a way that I had to kneel. Comfortably relaxing on her arm-chair in
front of me MISTRESS Tamara ordered me to lick
her rather muddy boots clean. Obeying her order I realized that I hardly could
reach all parts of her boots since the rope fixed to my balls was too short.
The mud tasted horribly but I knew that I did not have a choice other than to
obey. When I arrived at her heels I had to pull painfully at my balls.
Obviously, MISTRESS Tamara had planned the whole set up to make it hard and
most painful for me to comply with her instructions. But then very slowly
MISTRESS Tamara moved her boots away and her heels got out of reach. Although I
did my best and pulled that hard that I thought my balls would tear off I
couldn´t conclude my job successfully. MISTRESS Tamara threatened me that she
would punish me without mercy but it was no use since it was a mission
impossible.
Locking me securely in chains, MISTRESS Tamara picked
up a short cattle probe, lubricated the shaft and slowly inserted it up into my
ass, pushing it deeper and deeper. When she pressed the button on the handle of
the probe, my whole body exploded with pain, securely held by the chains. She
laughed, enjoying how my naked body suffers in agony at each terrible jolt and
claimed that she would have warned me. Compared to that the sessions with MASTER Marcel and MASTER
Francis are moderate as they just use me as their fucking tool. Sometimes
MISTRESS Tatjana is also present and she then joins her mom in torturing me to
my limits. It goes without saying that I do even more than my very best, that I
immediately obey every order in order to avoid such cruel torture.
When MISTRESS Natascha had
taken over control over my Yahoo
group gunnarsub she had assured me that I would become well known as a cock-sucking
slut in plenty of Yahoo groups. In the meantime she has invited more than
hundred people she knows from the net to become a member in this group.
As she has posted practically
all pics and videos documenting me as her slave and slut there, they cannot
only view me in the most humiliating positions but freely download all pics and
videos without me being in the position to prevent it. Some of them have
already started to appear in other Yahoo groups and MSN clubs.
…
…
Recently, MISTRESS Natascha
ordered me to download these pics and run them as screensaver on my PC which
has to be on all time. My user password sklave3 is prominently displayed
below the screen of the PC.
Of course, I am not allowed
to change this password and even more, only use this password in all cases
where I need a password.
Thus all visitors experience
this humiliating slight show and may easily gain access to all most humiliating
files since they are displayed as icons on the desktop with me either being
caged or locked in my torture boots with the oversized heels.
Whenever I am in my apartment
my enslavement is therefor omnipresent and since I know that there would be
draconic punishment I have to accept it.
And even worse there is a
link to the file section of my Yahoo
group gunnarsub where MISTRESS Natascha just posted a file identity of slave
and slut gunnarsub disclosing all my personal details for perusal
and use of all members of the group.
…
…
After the event in the motel with the truckers MISTRESS Natascha
announced that she likes the idea that I should offer my
services as a slut and with a sadistic smile asked me "Would you
like to become a motel whore and look
there for customers who are prepared
to fuck you for one Euro, slut?" Of course that was a rhetoric question and
I had no other choice than to anwer her that it would be my pleasure. I knew
that any other answer would only have resulted in a heavy whipping and torture
and that subsequently I would have had to answer the question in the positive. "I
accept your wish, slut," was her response.
"But I need to ensure that you do a good job and your clients are
satisfied with your performance," she continued. "And there should be
evidence that you do a good job, slut. I think the whip is the best motivation
for you. You will ask all your clients to send you a mail with a performance
appraisal. They should assess you on a scale from 0 to 20 points with 20 points
standing for outstanding performance. Do not dare come back expecting less than
5 mails, slut!
You will forward all mails to me still the same day. The gap to 100
scores will be the number of lashes you will receive. Do you agree to my
proposal, slut?"
Again a rhetoric question. "Yes, MISTRESS". "And, slut, the points of
those guys who may not actually send the mail of course do add to the missing
scores. So try hard to convince them." Horrified listening to her words I
heared her giggling, "Something just comes to my mind, slut. You will run
a longterm account with the missing scores. Whenever you have collected 1000
missing scores you will spend another week with the Whipmistress. I think, she is not that lenient with you like me!"
Before I leave for the
motel I have to put lickstick on and polish my fingernails. I am allowed to
wear trousers but these are tight and comparatively thin stretch trousers and
everybody can easily detect my chastity belt underneath. Even worse, the
opening on the back part of the belt is well displayed through the thin cloth.
To add to my humiliation MISTRESS Natascha cut the trousers at the crotch and
fixed there small bells to my chastity belt. Whether I move slowly or whether I
move fast I cannot do one single step without the clear sound of the bells
makes itself heard even from distance. Of course, the sound draws everybody´s
attention to me, exposing me as sissy slut. And MISTRESS
Natascha likes me to wear a black bra
clearly visible through a thin white sleeveless silk shirt, not only disclosing
me as sissy, but also displayint the tattoos on my upper arms.
My shoes have heels of
about three inches and are locked by a padlock in such a way that they cannot
be removed without the key. I always get collared and MISTRESS
Natascha assured me that apart from other punishment she would
remove the collar only after I have earned „enough money“. The ring through my
nostrils adds to the humiliating outfit in which She sends me to the trucker
motel, of course without any money.
In the motel I am in the meantime wellknown as the
One Euro Slut since by order I have to introduce myself as slave and slut
gunnarsub to everybody I approach. Can you imagine how humiliating it is to
address others, introducing yourself as a slut and offering them to fuck you
for one Euro? In most cases people are not alone and I cannot avoid that others
listen. They look at my tattoos and comment on it in a most humiliating mannor,
often at high voice, especially when I offer a blowjob free of charge in order
to get into business. No need for the truckers to learn from my chastity belt
who I am. MISTRESS Natascha has prepared `business cards´
for me which I have to distribute to every trucker
present. These `business cards´ state who I am, where I
live, disclose my e-mail address and my mobile telephone number, and out me as
Sklavennutte, Stiefellecker und Schwanzlutscher.
…
…
On the
way back home I have to deliver the money to MISTRESS Natascha.
Arriving there with less than 5 Euros means to get cruelly whipped by MASTER Michail independently from the scores, what even for
a pain slut like me is no fun at all, and in the meantime I am prepared to do
everything to avoid getting whipped.
I will
never forget what happened when I had been ordered to prostitute myself for the
first time alone in that motel. When I returned to MISTRESS
Natascha who waited for me together with MISTRESS Cora at my apartment I had earned “only” three Euros. They
ordered me to strip and cuffed me to a chain dangling from the ceiling in my
flat. Then they took off my chastity belt and MISTRESS Cora caned my ass in such a way that I couldn`t help
crying. There was no mercy, I received 50 stinging strokes on my ass which was
then covered by bruises and welts. I was in tears when MISTRESS Cora finally stopped.
Without
saying a word MISTRESS Natascha took
the cane, went behind me and gave my another 10 strokes on the back. It hurt
unbelievably, much more than on my ass. Then they attached crocodile cramps to
my nipples connected to an erotomat and switched on the power. I could hardly
stand the pain in my nipples and after only a couple of minutes I was in tears
and pleaded for mercy. They just watched me wickedly smiling. I promised that I
would offer my services as a slut to everybody if they only released me but
they kept torturing me at least for one hour. It was more than I could take.
When they finally freed me MISTRESS Natascha told me
cooly that I would get another 50 strokes on my back and even more torture unless
I managed to get fucked by another 5 customers within the next two hours.
Within
15 minutes I was back in the motel and being aware of the time pressure I
immediately addressed one trucker after the other and just asked whether he
would be prepared to fuck me. In vain. There were some 15 truckers in the motel
and to all of them I had offered my ass. I got desperate. I stood there, not
knowing what to do when suddenly somebody called "Hi,
slut." It was a tall, muscular guy of some 100kg whom I had never seen
there before. "You offer your ass for money, slut?" he asked at high
voice. I blushed and answered "Yes, Sir."
"Let me see what you offer, slut." I did not
know what he wanted me to do but seconds later learnt "Pants down,
slut." At the place where I was standing almost everybody could see me and
looked at me following the discussion.
Slowly, I put down my trousers, displaying myself in a
most humiliating way in my chastity belt, crossdressed, and pants down. All the
truckers had started watching the scene.
"You
seem to have experienced a good whipping. Perhaps you do not a good job as a
whore. Why should I fuck you, slut," he asked. For a moment I hesitated
but then said "I am a slave and slut gunnarsub and have been ordered by my
MISTRESS to offer my ass for one Euro. If I do not succeed to earn 5 bucks within
the next two hours I will be lashed and tortured." The crowd yelled and whisled. Somebody
shouted "Why shouldn´t we
lash him."
"What do you like more, slut, getting fucked into your ass or
getting whipped?" he asked me. Red like a crab I answered "Getting
fucked, Sir." "And you need to
earn 5 Euro. What are you going to offer to do for that money?"
"I will do
everything you want, Sir." I heared me saying. "Piss on your
trousers, slut." I knew he said that only in order to humiliate me.
How should I get back to MISTRESS Natascha with my trousers soaked with pee. But I also knew that I did not have a choise. So I
started peeing. The pee ran out of my chastity belt down on the pants. The
crowd laughed and shouted nasty remarks.
"Lick my boots,
slut." I did what I was told.
"Now you should pay gratitude to all gentlemen here, slut." With my wet pants around my ankles I crawled
from one trucker to the other licking their boots. The crowd yelled. Somebody
took his leather belt and started whipping my sore ass. A few more joined him.
I did not dare stop licking but wept.
After ages that muscular guy who had ordered me to wet my pants
ordered my to turn around. He clipped a leash on my nose ring, and by pulling
forced me on my knees. "Open your
mouth, slut." In front of all truckers he started pissing
into my mouth. When I had finished to gulp down all his acrid piss, he threw a
few coins on the floor. Collecting them was not an easy task as the truckers
made their fun with me. And yet, 50 cents were missing.
"You will have
to lick my ass, slut, and do a good job if you want to earn another 50 cents." He had done it on purpose,
he must have known that one coin was missing. But I knew that I did not have an
alternative than to lick his ass. And I knew that I would have to do what he
called a good job. I could not take the risk to fail.
He pulled at the leash to my
nostrils"Crawl, slut. Slaves crawl. We will go to my truck, slut, and I think we will have
a lot of fun. I am sorry, to be more precise, I think I will have a lot of fun." He laughed pulling me towards the door.
Already after a few steps I lost my wet trousers which had still be at my
ankles, not sure whether I would get them back later on.
Obviously, I, Dr. Guenter
Hofmeister, previously a repected manager had not only become a public
sissyslut and cocksucker, but even had become publicly known as an asslicker, a
whore crawling outdoors naked and under the eyes of everybody at a leash behind
a trucker …
The end.
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