I rarely met your lovers. Usually, you would sleep with them at their
homes or hotels, or order me into the cellar before they came round to
stay the night in your bed. You would tie me to the floor so I couldn't
make a noise and cage me so that I couldn't masturbate. Sometimes you
would forget me and come down to find that I'd wet my blanket. And then
you would punish me. Make me wear adult diapers for a week.
On the night I met Charli, I was released and brought up without a word.
I assumed she hadn't come back with you. I expected that you had both
had an argument or something, and that you’d be in a foul mood. You
took off my chastity and untied me, hooked my leash onto my collar and
walked me upstairs and into the living room, naked.
I only fully saw her once. She was powerfully built, like you. Her
thighs were heavy, her waist was tight and her shoulders were
magnificently broad. A face of flawless mahogany and beautiful eyes -
cruel eyes. She stood there, so solid - nearly six feet in her heels -
and grinned at me. White, perfect, vicious teeth.
"Hi there!" she purred.
You turned and saw me looking at her.
"Do NOT to look a woman in the eyes!" And you punched me - stealthily
in the ear. No damage, just pain. The sting of it ran through my teeth
and my head dropped.
Charli barked a laugh.
"Wow. I didn't realise you had him so fucking docile. Shit, man. Are your balls just ornaments?"
"They're not even that. Look at them. Sorriest pair I've ever seen. I
don't touch them unless I’ve got gloves on." you said. “Eventually, I’m
going to cut them off. I hate the sight of them.”
Charli laughed. You pointed at the floor.
"Kneel!"
I got down, head lowered, hands behind my back. My ear burned and I was
fighting down a growing terror. But at the same time it was impossible
for me not to be turned on by her. I must confess that my mind was
unfaithful. I wanted her to hurt me. The thrill of her, looking at me
like I was prey, made my heart swell and my cock felt wonderful. I beg
your forgiveness, my Goddess. I know it isn't my place to desire. I am
truly sorry. But, you guessed that I was turned on, and it amused you.
Charli sat down on the couch and you followed her. I couldn't see, but I
knew you were running your hands over her breasts. I heard you kiss for
a short while and then you stood up to make drinks. Charli sat
silently for a minute and then shouted over.
"So, do you two fuck or anything?"
"Christ no! Would you? With that?" You walked back over with the glasses
and sat down. "He gets to relieve himself now and again. I let him have
a play with his cock sometimes. If I don't, he has wet dreams and
messes his mattress."
"Oh my God! He really is your.....slave.....I thought this was like just role playing."
"That's what I was saying earlier. If you take the time, you can train your husband...."
"Mike."
"Yeah, Mike.....to be like this. It starts with a bit of denial......you
add a bit of guilt and make him a bit afraid. Within two years you can
achieve this."
"So that's how long he took?"
You giggled. Genuinely amused.
"Barely two months. This sad creature wasn't even a challenge. I had him
sleeping on the floor within three weeks. I started caning him by the
sixth....."
"You cane him? How bad? Like blood or something?
"No. That would make stains. I mostly cane his balls. His ears are quite
sensitive....but mostly his balls." You reached under the couch and
pulled out your cane. Charli took it, laughing nervously, from your
offered hand and swished it through the air like a sword. Then she stood
up and the cane split the air, over and over, as she practiced her arm.
"God I'd love to beat Mike's nuts." She whispered. "That feels great."
"Here, have a proper go." You leaned out of your seat and grabbed my
hair, pulling my face down to the carpet. "Arse in the air, boy. Legs
apart!" I shuffled my knees and got into position. Charli hesitated and
then walked round to my rear.
She paused. My heart raced and I chanted in my mind "Hurt me! Hurt me!"
The cane swung but didn't connect. I jumped, you both laughed and my
cock started to thicken. She brought the cane down a second time, and it
struck, but missed. It striped my thigh and burned hard.
"Fuck, just as well you don't have a real man's package, dickweed. That saved you a hit."
"Stand over him. You get a better angle." And she did.
Her stance shifted and she brought back her arm. The leather of her
boots creaked by my ear. She found her target and the pain shot into my
stomach and down my thighs. I yelped and shuddered, breathing hard to
hold back the pain. Charli couldn't control her laugh. Like she had won
the lottery or like someone who just discovered their role in life -
which turned out to be the truth.
She swung again without asking you. And again. All the frustration
coming out of her. All the disappointments.....all the hate. Again and
again and again. Harder and more vicious until she was out of breath.
The searing pain was unspeakable and my cries turned into a long high
pitched scream formed into one long word..
"PleeeeeeeeaaaAAAASE!"
Involuntarily I tried to pull from your grip, but you fastened your
fingers tighter and punched my cheek. Charli was moaning. Deep and
adrenalin filled. Her teeth squeaked as she ground them. She stood for a
while, seething and gasping hard. She had one last swipe that
connected bitterly and then sat down to recover herself.
You let go of my hair and I heard you both kiss.
Charli broke off. "Fuck, man. I really hurt him. And it felt so......."
"Empowering? Magical?"
"Yeah, magical. Like a Disney princess. Except, beating some useless cunt of a man and not a wicked queen."
You both laughed. "No, I'm the wicked queen, aren't I, boy?" You kicked my head, still on the floor.
"Yes, my lady." My voice was high and clipped. I was shuddering and the words came out between gasps.
"Get back on your knees!" Another kick to the head. Moving my thighs
caused an ecstasy of agony. My balls were swollen and pink and they
dangled between my legs firing shots into my stomach. I stared down,
gritting my teeth.
My cock was hard. Harder than it had been for years. You both laughed
so much, I thought you would never stop. "He likes you, Charli."
"Would you like to put your thing in Charli, boy" you taunted, and Charli let out a "Ewww! That's fucking gross."
"Do you want to put it in her pussy? You dirty, horrible little man."
You picked up the cane and swiped it at my erection. You caught the end
and the pain made me harder. You hit again and again. But,by this
time, Charli had her skirt up and her hand was in her panties. You
forgot me and both kissed. And this time your sex was unstoppable.
It didn't take long for you both to cum. You pulled each other's panties
down and rubbed each other, kissing aggressively and long. The smell of
your sex started to break through the smell of your perfumes. My cock
became harder and through the pain of my balls, I could feel my semen
welling and slowly dribble out. You gasped and cried. She purred. And my
cock bobbed - a spasm of pain each time as my broken balls leaked. You
both climaxed together and I heard the shiver in your voice and Charli
roar with pleasure.
As you came away from her, you took off your panties, wiped your wet
fingers on them and then lightly hung them on the end of my penis.
Charli copied. You giggled, sighed and then fell back into her arms,
kissing her and rubbing yourself as you bathed in the afterglow of an
orgasm. The pain in my erection was like needles and in my scrotum, a
ghost knife was jabbing up into my belly.
You lit cigarettes and relaxed, enjoying my humiliation before someone else.
"We should give him a reward." said Charli. "What do you let him have?"
You shrugged. "He likes you. Let him smell your knickers. The sad bastard will love that.
Would you like to smell Charli's panties?" Charli snorted and giggled.
"Yes, my lady, I would like to smell Charli's panties." Your laughs rebounded off the walls of the room.
"Go on then. And you can play with that worm of yours, if you want."
I lifted her briefs to my face and put my hand round my throbbing dick,
your panties still hanging there. Holding it was purgatory, but I
carefully stroked it, moaning in pain as I did.
"That is actually disgusting. If I had a dog that did that, I’d have his fucking balls taken off." cried Charli.
My penis stiffened and the smell of her panties became more erotic.
"Look at the fucking state of you, man. What the fuck are you doing? You
are such a fucking creep! You dickless cunt" Charli spat. You moved
close to her and whispered in her ear. She listened silently, rose and
stood directly in front of me. With her soft pussy, swollen and fragrant
with excitement, just inches from my face.
She bent down and grasped my shoulders.
And as I started to ejaculate, smelling her wet mound, she pulled back
her foot and kicked, ramming her toe into my balls, hard and furiously
fast. Again and again. Spunk spattered the leather of her boot and I
screamed, falling sideways as she loosened her grip on my shoulders.
Through my wet eyes, I could see her legs, standing over me, and she was
rubbing her vagina furiously.
You calmly grabbed my hair and wrenched my head up. Charli pushed her
shin into my face, puffy with pain and tears, and used it to wipe the
dripping semen from her boot. “Lick it clean,” she ordered, and I
obeyed, tasting it and the black leather both as I ran my tongue across.
You got up and took Charli's hand. "Bed now." And she followed you to
the stairs and I was left forgotten. I lay on my back, with my legs
spread to avoid catching my sack and I flinched with every spasm. You
spent the night making each other cum and the sound made me hard, but I
didn't touch it. I prayed for you to come down and let me masturbate.
You didn't, and I never played with it. I promise, Goddess.
When the pain subsided, I finally drifted off to sleep. You were loudly
moaning in the ecstasy of Charli’s tongue. The taste of her boot
lingered on mine. I thought about Mike and his future. Your cruelty is
sometimes casual, but always calculated. I am yours to play with and
mould. But Charli was wild. And Mike's training would result in
terrible beatings. I feared for him, and I envied him, and my penis
throbbed.
Do you know when I finally lost all of myself to you? Do you know
the moment that I finally became your empty vessel? Of course you do.
You know my mind better than I do. You started to steal my emotions and
my reason within moments of meeting me. I was your pet - your slave -
within days. But the final conquest took time.
You let me put my penis in you only once. You wanted me to know that a
woman is a divine place. You wanted me to know the perfection of it.
That there is no greater feeling - no greater privilege - that a man
could achieve. I was scared and ecstatic and I spilled my little dribble
of cum within a few strokes. It felt like I had been made whole for
just one moment, but you pushed me out of you and told me to stand in
the corner. You called me weak and mocked my small cock as it became
limp and dripped between my legs. I stood silently and awkwardly as you
went to wash my loser’s semen out of you. When you returned you made me
know it would never happen again.
Since then, you have taken lovers and have taunted me as you deny me. I
am free to leave, but I never went. I knelt at your feet and took the
humiliation and the pain.
It was the day you caught me playing with myself in the bathroom.
You put me on my knees in the living room, eyes down, hands behind my
back. This was a ritual, then. You knew how it affected me. You could
see my cock shrink and hear the fear in my voice. You stood in front of
me. Close so that I could smell you. You removed your skirt and slipped
your panties. You were wearing your work shoes - 3 inch heels and and I
have never been so turned on and so scared of you. You told me to lift
my head up to see your pussy.
“Do you want this? Is this what you want?” You moved forward so that
your broad belly hung over my face. You told me to look up, and my whole
world became your round hips and strong thighs and the mound of your
vagina. I worshiped you at that moment. You grabbed my head rubbed my
face between your legs, ridiculing me. I could feel you getting wet. My
shame was turning you on and your cruelty has always been worse when you
get excited. I always knew that on days when you met your lovers - male
or female - that I would suffer beforehand.
You sat down and let the moments tick by as you idly rubbed yourself, legs wide open.
You knew my mind had nowhere to go. I was forbidden to look at you, but I
could hear the slickness of you fingers, sliding over your vulva and
could feel your eyes, burning into me. I became overwhelmingly conscious
of my limp dick. felt like it was getting smaller. You told me to look
at your pussy. Glistening and wet, ready to be fucked.You put your fist
in front of it and crooked your little finger. “Little baby cock…” you
giggled. “You want to play with your little baby cock?” I didn’t reply.
You leaned forward and punched the side of my head.
“Answer!”
I knew lying would mean punishment and I never wanted to lie to the one I worshiped. “Yes, my lady,” I said.
“Yes, what? Ask properly.” and you punched me again.
“Yes, my lady. May I please play with my little baby cock?”
You sat back and crossed your legs, one vicious heel swaying in front of
my face. I could feel you weighing me up as I cast my eyes back down to
the ground and in the quiet of the room, the moments dragged on.
“It’s your lucky day, baby.” you whispered. “I’ll make you a deal. If
you can get hard, I’ll let you touch my pussy...and then you can cum.
You have until I finish this cigarette.” I heard the snap of your
lighter and your first drag. “Come on then. Let me see you.”
It was so shrunken by your stare and its lack of use that I could barely
get two fingers on it to pull. You snorted with laughter but you never
spoke. I knew what you were thinking. If you had said it out loud, it
might have turned me on, helped me get an erection. But you said it in
my head. "Look at you, you pathetic, dirty little man, fiddling with
yourself." The thrill of it made my cock feel wonderful. But you knew I
would never get hard on command and that shame would keep it soft. You
knew. But you knew I’d try.
You stubbed out your cigarette with an attitude that had shifted from
amusement to annoyance. I could feel cold settle on the room.
“What makes you think that you can pleasure that…..thing…..in my house?”
you roared and pointed at my penis. “Look at it!” I stared down and it
pitifully cowered back.
I don’t know whether you know this, but that few minutes as you watched
me masturbating uselessly was the most honest sex I’ve ever had. I was
me, myself, completely on display - completely naked. And tears fell out
of my eyes. I had never cried in front of you and your response was the
thing that bound me to you for all time.
You lifted your foot and drove your heel into my breastbone.
It was a casual act of disgust, perhaps even momentary hate. I rocked
backwards and collapsed on my side, shocked and choking for air. You had
hurt me before. There was a time when you could only get wet after you
had caned me for some offence or other. Whichever hung young man you
were banging then got an eager pussy on the nights after you had bent me
over and striped my cheeks. My nakedness in the house had by then
become expected and you took to keeping the cane next to you as you
relaxed in front of the TV. When I served you your meals, brought you
wine or anything else that you desired, you would whip my balls if i was
too slow or brought the wrong thing.
But the casual way you really hurt me that day made me worship you. It
took away all hope of being in control and it left me naked and devoid
of all manhood.
To be loved and petted by you now would be no different than to be
mocked and beaten. If it pleases you, then I am complete. When you hate
fuck me with one of your dildos, my burning anus reminds me that you are
a goddess of absolute power. When you knee me in the balls because I
spoke without permission,I know that you are a force of nature that
throws me about like a boat in a storm.
You made me sleep in the hallway, on the hard floor, naked with one
blanket. And in my dream I was kneeling with an erection. You were
smiling sarcastically at me and wiggling your pinkie. “It’s still not
enough, boy.” And as you opened your legs I squirted so hard it hurt.
In the morning you found that I had discharged during the night. For the
rest of the day, you hurt me and shamed me. You put me under a cold
shower and watched me shiver uncontrollably then you scrubbed my groin
with a scouring brush. I wasn’t allowed to sit or kneel for the rest of
the day. I had to stand next to you silently so that you could hurt my
balls whenever the mood took you. And the mood took you often.
The woman you were seeing at the time came to pick you up that night and
I was stood in the hallway as you opened the door. You opened it wide
so that your lover could see me. “Is this him?” she said, obviously not
surprised by the bruised and naked figure that stood staring at the
floor. An unspoken joke passed between you and you both howled with
laughter. And then you stepped out and slammed the door.
I never moved. Just stared at the door, waiting for you to come back.
