Part two

A couple of weeks later.

Marcel phoned me and ordered me to go to go to a small hotel not far away and to give a blowjob to somebody who would be waiting for me in room no 332. He instructed me to put on stockings, garterbelt, black bra, a black leather skirt and white silk blouse, and boots with high heels. The only thing I was allowed to carry with me was ladies´ handbag with the pair of cuffs, the steel collar and the leash, butt plug, lubricant and condoms, my passport but no money.

In such a rural area like ours it is not possible to get to that hotel in such a sissy outfit without being the center of attraction, thus I decided to go by car. But from the parking lot I still had to walk some 300m and I experienced that like running the gauntlet. Finally, passing the receptionist in the hotel, I did not dare look at her and was glad that she did not stop me.

Arriving at room no 332 I knocked at the door. A male voice asked “Who is that?” There was no alternative, thus I introduced myself as 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut'. “Who?” I repeated at higher voice 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut'. No anwer. I did not know what to do, so I just kept waiting hoping that nobody would pass. After some 5 min the door opened and a heavy guy of my age appeared. From the very first glance he was definitely not the type of guy I like.

Entering the room he ordered me to give him my ladies handbag and to strip. Only moments later I was standing in front of him with nothing on but lingerie and my chastity belt. He took the cuffs from my handbag and cuffed my wrists in front of me. Then he locked the steel collar around my neck, now unremovable as there were only keys for the cuffs in my handbag but none for the collar. With ropes he tied my cuffed wrists and my ankles to the bed in such a way that I was placed on my stomach and the knots of the ropes out of my reach. I was completely helpless and offering my ass.

The guy took pictures, then sat on my arms with his cock dangling directly in front of my mouth. Then he ordered me to suck him. Again he took pictures, lots of pictures. In some, it was obvious who I was and what I was doing, and in most of them you could not see that I was tied up. I looked like I was doing exactly what I wanted to be doing, especially when he had me smile as I sucked on his fingers as he fed me droplets of cum and I appeared to be begging for more.

He then went around behind me and pushed the head of her dick up against my ass. I squirmed to avoid it but the guy slapped my face. "Hold still, sissy!"

He pushed his dick into my ass and I felt it slide in as I relaxed my muscles. The guy started a gentle in and out motion that drove his dick deeper with each push. I grunted with each penetration.

"How do you like this fucking, sissy?" The guy asked. "Does it feel good to get fucked?", he asked as he started to nibble my ears and neck, in spite of my situation I started getting erect and my cock pushed against the spikes in the chastity belt causing me pain. "Do you want me to stop, sissy?" I shook my head and moaned behind my gag.

The guy pumped faster and harder into my ass. "Next time I fuck you, sissy, I'm going to whip you first." He pushed his dick hard into my ass and continued fondling my nipples. When he had been jacking off, he started taking pictures again, some of which only showed my cum drenched face.

He checked the ropes that held me tied, then went towards the door. As he turned the knob he looked at me with an amused smile and said, "I put the money in your purse, it will not only cover the rent on the room but also the one Euro you charge as slut. In your purse there was a key for a car. Marcel must have told you which items you were allowed to take with you. We do not like a sissy to go by car, you will walk or go by tram. As you did not follow the clear instruction given to you I will leave you now ties as you are. The maid usually comes between nine and noon, so you should have some time to accept that you are now 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' before she discovers you. It's only midnight now, so you have at least nine hours to keep reminding yourself that you are 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut'. I'm sure Marcel will be pleased."

There are no words to describe the effort I made to try to free myself from the bonds that held me, but it was clearly hopeless. After about an hour or so I realised that 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' had not only sucked a cock and got fucked tonight, but 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' was also going to be discovered by the hotel maid, dressed in female lingerie and covered with a man's cum on 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut's face and ass. I don't know how, but 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' eventually found sleep and only woke up when 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' heard the keys rattling in the hotel room door.

The maid walked into the room and gasped when she saw the humiliated sissy chained to the bed, but then she chuckled when she saw 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut's chastity belt, the steel collar around my neck and especially when she read the tattoo above the chastity belt stating that Marcel and so many others were „there“. The maid was a tall BBW perhaps half of my age, definitely carrying overweight, with long blonde hair and huge boobs, her breasts were her best feature and she had her blouse unbuttoned to make sure they were shown to her advantage. She removed the gag and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm okay, I can explain, it is okay, can you untie me." "You don't need to explain, but you do have to tell me, were you raped, or have you been part of some kinky sex game?"

"Well, no, I have not been raped, I did not expect what happened, but no, I wasn't raped." "I see. If it is rape, I need to call the Police to untie you, otherwise evidence could be lost, and the hotel could run into a claim."

"It’s okay, I promise."

The maid said she would be right back again, then left the room, 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' noticed that she didn't lock the door behind her or even pull the door closed tight, 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' thought about calling out to her, and then decided to keep quite and wait. Eventually, the maid returned with a digital video recorder and said, "The manager is worried about lawsuits, so he wants you to record a release to make sure the hotel is not held liable for damages if you change your mind and decide it was rape after all."

She put a piece of paper in front of me and told me to read it, using my name where it said 'your name here', I had no choice but to read:

The maid shut off the video recorder when I finished and laughed „that's very sweet, but the hotel needs you to use your real name when you read it“. I blushed as I read it again using my real name and she recorded it again:

I expected to get released and told her that the keys for the cuffs would be in the handbag. The maid opened my handbag but instead of the key she took out the passport. Obviously, she wanted to check that my name in the statement was correct. Taking a sheet of paper I could see that she noted all details:

§         Dr. Hxxxxxxxxx, Gxxxxxx, born xx.xx.1947

§         Deutsch

§         Passport # xxx xxx xx xx issued on xx.xx.2001 by xxxxxxxxxxx

Then she left with the passport without untying me.

When she returned, she locked the door behind her, walked up in front of me and said, "So 'Sissy gunnarsub, cocksucking slut' or should I say Herr Dr. Hxxxxxxxxx? how long have you been a whore?"

I didn't know how to react, and she continued telling me that she had not delivered the video and my passport to the hotel manager but handed them over to a friend of her. Asking for my telephone number she told me that her name was Miss Tatjana and that she would phone me and give me further instructions as to the documentation. She untied the ropes, unlocked the cuffs, and told me to dress and to check out. The steel collar was clearly visible and I could not avoid that the cashier and on the way back home a lot of people stared at my collar and my sissy outfit. Clearly, they would remember me next time they see me dressed in normal clothing. And as only Marcel had a key to my collar I would have to wear it until he was prepared to release me.

Again, I had been put at the mercy of somebody I even didn’t know. 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut', had become 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking and ass fucking slut'.

...

...

Already late afternoon of the same day Miss Tatjana phoned me and told me that she would expect me within 5 minutes in a small bistro which actually was almost next door. As I feared that I had no other choice I hurried there and sat a table looking for Miss Tatjana.

When Miss Tatjana entered, she just stood there in front of me, with her huge body smiling a secret little smile, hands on hips. I knew that something was going on. "Yes, Miss Tatjana," I said, "You wanted to see me?"  She said nothing and smiled and I saw an envelope in her hand. She handed it over to me, I took it and opened the envelope.  I recognised it instantly. In there were some photos showing me chained to the bed in the hotel with cum on my face. Certainly, I felt a gnawing dread in my stomach.

I looked up to see Miss Tatjana smiling down at me.  I started to stammer something – I don't know what - but she stopped me, "Just listen" she said, I waited. "I did a search in the net for gunnarsub. Most amazing what I found."

"So you like this sort of stuff, don’t you," she smiled, "You like to be a slave, a slut, a worthless piece of meat." She paused. "What do you think your friends, your colleagues, your neighbours, your boss would do if they knew that you are a pervert slut, that you offer yourself in a hotel to get fucked by a gay?  Do you think they'd be proud?" She laughed, tossing her head back.

"Shall I tell them?" Miss Tatjana asked me, "Shall I?" "No, please," I stammered," Please don't."

"Why not?" she laughed, "Give me one good reason."

"I'll do you whatever you want," I said desperately, " Everything. " Miss Tatjana´s eyes widened and a smile flashed across her face.  "Everything?" she said, "Everything?"

"Yes, Miss Tatjana," I said quickly, "I will do everything you want me to."

She looked at me. I felt her gaze running up and down my body and a cold shiver ran through me. Miss Tatjana stood up and looked down on me, still seated.  Then she spoke, "Lick my boots," I looked up at her, open-mouthed. I couldn't believe what she had just said.  My mind raced. On the one hand, this order to lick her boots in public was ridiculous.  On the other hand, this was the sort of thing I had dreamed of for years.  "Lick my boots," she said again, "I won't ask again."

I slipped off the chair and got down on my knees. Lowering my face to the floor, I pressed my lips against the top of Miss Tatjana´s left boot, then I moved across to the other boot, licking that too. I knelt before her, not daring looking up. People sitting at the other tables stared at the scene, I sensed their glares without seeing them, I felt so humiliated like never before in my life. Even when I had to report to Marcel the situation was different, that was in private, this happened in public.

"You will get used to licking my boots," Miss Tatjana said. I nodded, barely able to believe what was happening. "Do you understand?" Miss Tatjana repeated.

"Yes," I replied. She smiled, " Yes, what?" I hesitated, not immediately knowing what she meant, but then the realisation hit me. "Yes, MISTRESS Tatjana," I said.

"Good," Miss Tatjana smiled, "Looking forward to seeing you tonight." And with that, she turned and walked out of the bistro.

My mind was a whirl. Thoughts flashed through my head.  What should I do? What had happened was barely believable. Should I do as Miss Tatjana said, or should I defy her? What would happen if I came to her house as she had ordered?  What would happen if I didn't? The thought of being ordered to do something by a hotel maid, a woman half my age, was intoxicating.

Her home was not far away, within walking distance and yet I arrived there 15 minutes too early.  I waited the remaining time, I must have checked and double checked my watch several times, the minute hand crawling oh so slowly towards the 12. At one minute to twelve, I walked nervously up the path to Miss Tatjana´s door.  I looked at my watch and watched as the second hand swept round. At precisely 8:00h, I knocked loudly on the door. There was no way back now.

Nothing, no reply. I waited a while and then knocked again. Was I at the wrong house? Was I late?  Again, I knocked. I looked at my watch. Three minutes past seven. I got nervous, once more, I knocked on the door.  Perhaps this was a test.  The minutes passed. I knocked again. Eventually at ten minutes past seven, I heard movement in the house.

The door opened and Miss Tatjana, now MISTRESS Tatjana for me, stood in the doorway just icily looking at me. "At last, slave," she said, "What kept you?" She did not expect an answer as she continued, "Now you are here, you need to arrive properly in a manner befitting your status." I trembled within at the sound of those words: what could she mean? "Now get your clothes off, get back to the end of that path, and crawl up here on your belly like the worthless worm you are.  And when you get here, get on your knees and beg to come in."

I could hardly believe what I was hearing.  I thought of refusing but I knew that it was of no avail and anyway, the thought of what MISTRESS Tatjana had commanded me to do excited me beyond words.  I looked around.  It was dusk and the light was fading but there was still enough light for anyone passing to see me. MISTRESS Tatjana stood there watching what I would do.

I started to blush and began to undress in front of her. I was now standing in front of her with nothing on but my chastity belt and the steel collar.

"What are you waiting for?" MISTRESS Tatjana said as she gathered up my clothes and threw them indoors, "Get to the end of the path and start crawling."  There was no way out now.  My clothes had been taken from me and to get them back, I had to do as she commanded. Quickly, I ran to the end of the path, nervously looking around to see if anyone was watching. I then dropped onto my belly. The concrete path was cold and wet against my chest and belly. I began to crawl back up the path on my stomach, pushing myself along with my hands and feet. I looked up to see MISTRESS Tatjana silhouetted in the doorway, watching me intently.

It seemed an eternity before I reached the door. Then just as I reached the door, MISTRESS Tatjana slammed the door in my face. I knelt before the door as she had instructed, my chest red from scraping on the path, sweat forming on my body, and knocked on the door.  "Please, MISTRESS," I pleaded, "Let your worthless slave in."

There was no response.  I knocked again, pleading all the more.  No reply.  Minutes passed as I knelt there naked and cold, knocking pathetically on the door in the fading light. MISTRESS Tatjana must have left me there for five or ten minutes before she deigned to open the door and stood before me again.  "Who are you, slave," MISTRESS Tatjana asked, "Have you forgotten?"

"Let me know me who you are if you remember again, slut," she said and closed the door again. Then it hit me who I was. "MISTRESS, this one is 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut'." No reaction. I repeated at a little bit higher voice "MISTRESS, this one is 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut'." Again, no reaction. I was desperate, so I repeated the humiliating introduction again at even higher voice "MISTRESS, this one is 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut'."

The door opened again, MISTRESS Tatjana ordered me to turn around and cuffed my hands behind my back. "Follow me, slut, " MISTRESS Tatjana snapped and turned and walked down the hallway. I followed on my hands and knees, gazing up at her round bottom and gorgeous appearance in front of me. She went into her living room and I followed.

"Meet my friends," MISTRESS Tatjana said suddenly and I looked up to see two other women, seated on the couch, grinning at me. "This is this kinky pervert I detected this morning tied in female undies in the hotel. What a surprise for me when I entered room 323 and saw this slut tied to the bed. At first I thought he would have been robbed but then saw his chastity belt, the collar, and the tattoos disclosing that he is a slave and slut. More precise a cocksucking slut and he must have been fucked by a gay as he had cum on his face and on his ass. So I decided to record the whole situation and this idiot even witnessed what had happened. He called himself 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' and put on record that he was tied up in the hotel by a gaypartner who had fucked him. When I insisted he gave me his real name, his address, his phone number, everything, as he wanted the police to be kept out. This is what is on the video I showed you.

So war das doch, nicht wahr, Herr Dr. Hxxxxxxxxxr! " There was no alternative than to confirm "Yes, MISTRESS Tatjana."

"You woun´t believe what I found out when I searched the net for gunnarsub by Google. There is plenty of evidence that he is really a slut. I got his homepage, this you must see, he is not only a slut, but really seems to like being one. I learnt that he is registered as a slave, from there I know his registration number 62-881-323 in ICQ where everybody can address him as slut, and that gunnarsub2005 is his Yahoo-ID."

Completely embarrassed I had listened what MISTRESS Tatjana disclosed about me. But only now, with a shock, I realised that one of the ladies was a neighbour of mine actually living next door. She knew me, she knew my company, she knew my position, she knew everything about me. She was in her early 40ies, rather attractive with huge boobs, but had a reputation for being a bitch and a witch, married to a man of colour who was in boxing. I did not relish being at her mercy. My neighbour smiled at me," what a surprise," she said "this slut is a neighbour of mine, he is a white collar worker and an arrogant asshole."

"Why don’t you turn him from a white collar worker into a steel collar wearer," MISTRESS Tatjana lauched. "I will, I definitely will", my neighbour responded "and besides that I will make sure that life for this arrogant asshole will become hell. I think it will provide a lot of pleasure for me not only to humiliate this slut, but I would like to torment him, too."  Addressing me she continued with a mean wicked smile on her face "Herr Dr. Hxxxxxxxxx, you will learn to fear me and even more so you will learn to fear my whip."

Horrified, I was still looking at my neighbour when Miss Tatjana ordered me to kneel. "Well, slave," she said, "MISTRESS Natascha you know already. Now, Herr Dr. Hxxxxxxxxx, please meet my mom, MISTRESS Tamara for you," laughingly motioning to the woman to my left.

"Hallo, 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 our 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. “You will have to like the thought of being used and abused by me and my friends. We will humiliate you beyond all means, whipping you, pissing on you, even fucking you, but only with a strapon.” 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.

"Greet your MISTRESSES, slave, and never again dare to stare at us. You will always only look at our boots" MISTRESS 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. I couldn´t even help getting horny seeing these three dominant ladies around. It had been more than one month now since I had been locked in my chastity belt and I did not get any relief during this period.

"Now greet MISTRESS Natascha, slave." I crawled across to MISTRESS Natascha's feet. She looked down on me, still 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 MISTRESS 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 and all over mybody further humiliating and degrading me. I gulped the piss down as fast as I could. MISTRESS Natascha laughingly called it 'marking her territory'.

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, MISTRESS Tatjana and MISTRESS Tamara watching me, and the camera recording everything.

"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. 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 behind the pillar. Then my ankles were spread and secured to rings on the floor some two feet distant from the pillar exposing prominently my back and my ass. MISTRESS Tamara advised 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, for the briefest moment I heard a whistling sound and then a sharp crack. Something hit me hard on my back. The pain took my breath away. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. Sensations of intense heat and cutting followed by stinging and spreading a second later. The force of the lash was great enough to drive my body forward. I moved back just as the next blow landed, the leather scoring another line underneath the first. I fought to get my breath. A third, harder than the other two, crashed into my shoulders and upper back.

My body jerked in the chains. The whistling sound again and a fourth strike hit, this time the bullwhip reaching around my body, the tip smacking across my unprotected belly. Strikes five, six, seven, all aimed at my lower back. The eighth was the worst as the leather came around my front and landed directly on my breast. I cried out in pain. The ninth was the same – the tenth too. Again and again the burning of the whip begun at the middle of my back and climaxed on my unprotected breasts. MISTRESS Tamara varied her strokes to cover the whole of 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. When MISTRESS Tamara finally stopped, my ass was covered with a mesh of thick, red welts, some of which were bleeding.

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."

MISTRESS Natascha approached me with a book in her hands. "This book, slut, has 100 pages." MISTRESS Natascha smiled. "Each page will hold 6 photos on each side. That means when full, this album will have 1200 photos, assuming I don't add additional pages. Each of those photos will have one thing in common -- they will all show you naked and posed in every way as a slut, doing everything imaginable. We will begin tonight with some rather basic shots of you taken during the last couple of hours."

She paused, looked at the other MISTRESSES, and then continued "Good, Herr Doktor, 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. I assure you, we have some extremely humiliating things planned for you.

And, slave, there is one more thing, I assure you. You will learn to fear each of us. Not only to fear us, I promise that you will be in dread of us. I strongly believe that a slave and especially such a slut like you should be in constant dread of his Superiors. This will not be a relation for your pleasure, not at all. You will get scared, believe it, slut. You will be frightened whenever we call you. You will learn to anticipate nothing but pain whenever you will have to serve us, slut!"

I couldn´t believe what I heared.

...

End of part two

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:

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.

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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.

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"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 midnight, and I was on my way home from MISTRESS Natascha and MASTER Michail whom I had served as a maid the whole evening.

"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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.