3/18/2016 11:38:19 AM: Baltimore Mistress I first encountered her on the internet. She sent me a note that she had seen me looking at her profile and wanted to know my intentions. I acknowledged her observation and explained that I found her photos and profile quite enticing. My response seemed to displease her. She told me that I was rude and impertinent not to have sent her an e-mail declaring my interest and praising her beauty and obvious superiority. Her comments caught me off balance. I am a middle aged white submissive male with an insatiable desire to worship and serve a voluptuous black mistress. Her profile and pictures matched my fantasies exactly, but I lacked the courage or self-esteem to dare to introduce myself. Her e-mail threw me off balance. It was obvious that she was a strong willed woman quite accustomed to getting her way. She seemed to have no tolerance for inferior white males, such as myself, who were too timid to declare their fealty to her superior nature. We began to correspond, and I quickly found myself falling under her sway. At first she seemed quite open and endearing. She welcomed my missives and helped me to face up to my deeper submissive desires. But then her tone changed. She grew impatient with my psychological ramblings and insisted that I begin a serious program of obedience training. She was able to read my innermost thoughts and quickly used what she had learned about me to manipulate and humiliate me. Her comments grew harsher and her demands increased. She knew that I was in need of her attention and she used this need to deepen my obsessions about her. She assigned me tasks to perform that both catered to her needs and enabled me to prove my growing dedication to her. She began this process by requiring that I undergo strict orgasm denial. I was no longer permitted to cum without her express permission. She made clear that such permission would be granted only rarely and only after I had performed her assigned tasks to perfection. She intimated that she might progress from orgasm denial to strict chastity control. She would require that I purchase a CB-6000, lock myself in the chastity device, and send her the key. I would be required to show that I was locked inside the device by posing on a web-CAM. My orgasm denial was tolerable at first, but my discomfort grew as each day passed without any relief. She exacerbated my situation by sending me photographs of her beautiful body. In particular, she sent me pictures of her feet encased in leather high heeled boots. The sight of her boots aroused me. But the photos of her enormous black bottom drove me crazy with longing and lust. All I could think of was how much I wanted to bury my face in her bountiful bottom, smell her and lick her masterful behind. Such pictures never failed to arouse me, but my orgasm denial constraints only made such adoration and lust that much less bearable. She mocked me and told me that when we finally met, she would sit upon my face and force me to smell her farts. This was just one of the ways that she would degrade me. As our correspondence continued it became clear that she derived great pleasure from mocking me and belittling me for being an inferior white male. Slowly her latent racial animosity revealed itself. She had a deep-rooted anger at whites and how white males in particular had misused black women over the years. She declared her superiority over white “piggies” such as myself and found innumerable ways to reinforce her supremacy over me. In addition to orgasm denial, she began to criticize me for having an inadequately-sized penis. She taunted me for having nothing but a tiny shriveled dicklet where my cock should have been. She kept reminding me of how much she enjoyed having enormous black cocks to satisfy her sexual desires. I, on the other hand, could never ever satisfy her in that way. Instead, I would be forced to use my tongue to clean her asshole and possibly to stimulate her clitoris. She explained that she loved to sit upon the faces of her inferior white male slaves and force them to pleasure her for hours. She would normally tie up their worthless tiny organs and whip them with her riding crop or cane while they performed their duties. If she were not properly satisfied, she would take out her anger on their worthless genitals. She explained that whipping a slave male’s cock and balls excited her. The idea of breaking a “sophisticated” white gentleman and forcing him to do the most demeaning and degrading service brought her great pleasure. The enslavement of the inferior white male was for her a form of retribution for all of the discrimination and ill treatment that whites had imposed on African Americans over the years. This retribution provided a kind of retroactive justice. As our correspondence grew more intense, she declared that I had reached the point at which I was eligible to meet her in person. I would need to make travel arrangements and set aside a full weekend for my service to her. She gave me some dates that she would be available and instructed me to arrange my schedule accordingly. So far, our interactions had been focused primarily on mental and psychological control. But now, she was raising the stakes. I would have to succumb to all of the physical pain and suffering that she chose to impose when we met. I arranged my schedule as she instructed, bought my airplane tickets and prepared to make the trip to visit her for the very first time…

6/13/2015 7:42:33 AM: A Weekend With Cocoa I woke up in a metal cage with a leather collar around my neck. My genitals were encased in a locked chastity device and my buttocks still stung from the vicious beating I had received the night before. I was trapped in Mistress Cocoa’s basement dungeon. I had been so foolish to come to visit her for the weekend, and this was the result. We had been exchanging e-mails for some time. In her picture she looked like a lovely 40 year old black woman with a voluptuous figure. In our correspondence she made it clear that she was strong-willed and insisted on completely controlling her inferior male slaves. She was especially disdainful of older white males like myself and derived great pleasure from breaking us and making us pay reparations for the indignities that black women had endured in the past. She was quick to anger and quite sadistic in the punishments and tortures that she doled out. She demanded impeccable domestic service and expressed her wrath when not completely satisfied by her slave’s performance. I had arranged to come to visit with her over the weekend. My plane was late, which meant that I was late arriving at her house.  I tried to explain why I was delayed but she would not hear any of my excuses. I had failed my very first test and I would learn the consequence of crossing her. White loser pigs like me could expect no mercy from superior black women. She led me to her basement dungeon and tied my naked body to the St. Andrews Cross that was in the center of the dungeon. At first she was fairly gentle and only hit me with a light riding crop. She teased my penis with the crop and told me just how much I would learn to suffer her wrath. She squeezed my testicles with her gloved hands. The pain was excruciating. My outcries only spurred her to more violence. She brought out her leather paddle and began pounding away at my naked buttocks. She made me count out loud with each stroke and beg for more. I began crying from the pain, but she didn’t seem to care. Then she switched to the cane and beat my naked ass until it almost bled. She poured salt water on the welts and laughed as I cried out for mercy. But mercy was not to be my fate. She locked my cock and balls in a chastity device and pushed me into the small dog cage in the corner of her dungeon basement. Tomorrow she would see how good a domestic slave I could be as she planned to have me cater a small party for her and a few of her African American domme friends. They would enjoy degrading and humiliating me and exercising black female superiority over my white inferiority. In the morning, Mistress Cocoa unlocked me from the dog cage and dragged me upstairs to her kitchen. She tied an apron around my otherwise naked body and informed me that I was to prepare brunch for her and her three black domme friends. Any failure to satisfy them would be met with excruciating pain, suffering and humiliation. Just to increase my discomfort, they planned to film my time under their control and share the video on the internet. The door bell rang. Mistress Cocoa instructed me to crawl to the door on my knees and open it for her guests. I did as I was ordered feeling quite embarrassed by my nakedness and groveling position. I opened the door and saw towering over me an enormous black Amazon nearly 6 feet tall and easily weighing 350 pounds or more. She had large breasts and a gigantic 80 inch bottom. She wore tight-fitting jeans and black spiked heel boots. She laughed at my humiliation and kicked me in the face. “Lick those boots, you worthless piece of white shit. Lick them like your life depends upon it. I hate white scum like you and love to beat the crap out of you. I will show you just what it means to worship and serve superior black goddesses.” I trembled before the Amazon goddess but did as she commanded. I licked her leather boots with great passion. Both the Amazon goddess and Mistress Cocoa laughed at my plight. Mistress Cocoa kicked me in the butt as I feverishly licked and worshipped the Amazon’s boots. “That’s enough,” said Mistress Cocoa. “You have work to finish in the kitchen. And the brunch better be perfect or you will suffer beyond your wildest fears.”  I crawled back to the kitchen to complete my brunch preparations. While there I heard the door bell ring two more times and heard more female voices. The mistresses were having a conversation and kept laughing. I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying but the words “pig, pathetic white loser, scumbag and shit-eater” kept recurring. Two more black mistresses had arrived for the “party” and I would soon be serving them and obeying their every command. When the brunch was ready, I entered the dining room to inform the dommes that I was ready to serve the food. The two new mistresses were both younger and thinner than the Amazon or Mistress Cocoa. They seemed eager to engage in humiliating and degrading me but they obviously looked to the two older dommes for guidance. The food seemed to be acceptable to the mistresses since they did not criticize me for any culinary failings. But once they finished their coffee they got down to “business.” The Amazon goddess told me to lie on the sofa. She removed her skin tight pants and placed her enormous buttocks on my face. The other mistresses laughed at my plight and verbally degraded me for being such a “worthless white pig.” The Amazon goddess ground her enormous bottom on my face and forced me to tongue lick her asshole. The smell was awful but there was nothing I could do. Every once in a while she lifted her bottom from my face so I could breathe, but then she lowered herself once again and continued queening me. Then I felt someone unlocking the chastity device and lightly stroking my cock and balls. I couldn’t help but get an erection. But the other mistresses slapped my penis whenever it hardened. I was trapped under the Amazon goddess while the other two younger mistresses teased and tortured my genitals. My helplessness continued for about 30 minutes. Then the younger mistresses indicated that they were growing bored with this form of “play.” One of the younger mistresses said that she needed to pee but that the bathroom was too far away. The other mistresses were delighted with the idea of using me as a toilet. The young mistress squatted over my face. I was terrified about what would happen. Then I felt a warm trickle of urine fall on my face. Mistress Cocoa ordered me to open my mouth and swallow every drop. I gagged on the hot piss but was powerless to resist. They all laughed at my plight and verbally degraded me. Then the Amazon goddess and one of the younger mistresses put on strap-ons. They made me bend over a table. The younger mistress forced her strap-on cock in my mouth while the Amazon goddess rammed her enormous black dildo into my virgin ass. I had never been penetrated before and howled in pain. But my discomfort only fueled their anger and torture of me. The “games’ continued for several more hours. Then I was told to leave and I headed to the airport for my return home. I had never been so abused and humiliated before in my life. I thought that I would never want to endure such maltreatment again. Yet, as I boarded the plane, all I could think of was how soon I could return to Mistress Cocoa for another weekend.

4/11/2013 6:23:18 AM: I nervously handed my boarding pass to the airline gate agent. I hadn’t been to Atlanta for several years but would be down there for three days on business. I was nervous because I kept thinking about what else I had scheduled for my evenings while down there. I had been browsing on the domination website for several months when I discovered the profile for a young dominatrix in the Atlanta area. I had begun by corresponding with her and gradually grew to feel an uncontrollable attraction to her. She said that she was in her early twenties and specialized in humiliating older submissive males like myself. She clearly was attractive enough to get any man to do her bidding, but she seemed to get off on psychologically and financially controlling her “sugar daddies.” She was a spoiled princess and delighted in teasing and degrading those “losers” who made the mistake of falling into her web of dominance. I was just such a “loser.” Via e-mail she had belittled me and told me how worthless I really was. She noted that my penis was much too small to ever be of any use to a dominant princess, such as she. She instructed me to keep my genitals tightly bound and forbade me from ejaculating without her express permission. I, of course, was required to send her regular payments to help support her luxurious life style. She even went so far as to tell me about her dates with “real” men and how they gave her what she really wanted – something that a scumbag like me could only fantasize about. My money was used to buy her gifts and even to fund her trysts with the well endowed studs whom she fucked with abandon. I was her e-mail cuckold destined to grovel on my knees at home while she degraded and abused me through e-mail. She was kind enough to allow me to ejaculate about every two weeks, but only after I submitted a special premium payment for the privilege. She had also instructed me to acquire and use various types of fetish and bondage equipment on myself. She claimed that my using this equipment would tie me closer to her and allow me to more fully appreciate her superiority over me. She said that my regular use of these “tools” was the way that a piggy loser like me could prove my devotion and demonstrate my total inferiority. I had acquired a cock ring and ball separator, which I wore whenever I corresponded with her. It was amazing how this simple device invariably gave me an erection. The leather cock ring snapped tightly around the base of my genitals. It exerted some pressure but was not unduly discomforting. The ball separator, however, was most painful and constricting. The leather straps separated my two testicles and squeezed them apart. This made my balls incredibly sensitive to the touch and further increased the rigidity of my penis. I tended to stroke myself while wearing this constraint but was forbidden to ejaculate without the permission of my dominating princess. I dare not come without first earning the privilege and paying the special tribute for such permission. She had more recently instructed me to acquire and wear a butt plug whenever I communicated with her. I was an anal “virgin” and had never previously experienced anything in my bottom beyond my doctor’s proctology probe. I found that I needed to put some lotion on the butt plug to get it into me properly. She required that I sit on the plug to make sure that it was firmly inserted. I found this “invasion” of my anus most uncomfortable and demeaning. It tended to make me cramp a bit. More importantly, I felt deeply ashamed and humiliated every time I put it inside me. Unlike the cock ring, which afforded some degree of sexual stimulation, the butt plug only made me feel degraded and inferior. She told me that I needed to get used to having the plug in me for extended periods so that I would be ready for her strap-on when we finally met. Fucking losers like me with her wide variety of dildos was one of her fondest joys. She loved the way that her piggies squealed and begged for mercy when she had them tied down and unable to avoid her powerful coital thrusts. I had also acquired a Gates of Hell device based on her instructions. My device had a leather cock ring at the base and four metal rings of decreasing size through which my erect penis was forced. Normally, my cock was too flaccid and small for this device to have much effect. But when I took Viagra my erection became much more sustainable and able to fit inside these rings – almost. I say “almost” because my small penis was still a bit too big for the smallest ring at the end. As I fed my shaft through the larger rings, I could feel the cold steel of the rings touching the skin around my penis. I could just about fit my cock head through the last and smallest ring, especially if I lubricated my shaft ahead of time. The problem was once my semi-erect penis made it through the smallest ring, my erection invariably grew much harder and pressed my cock head painfully against the inside of this smallest ring. In effect, my cock head was trapped inside this ring. The pain and pressure of the ring only made things worse, for the tension and constriction made my erection ever harder and increased the pain ever more. The Viagra kept my cock extra hard and thereby entrapped me in this unforgiving situation. There was also a small D-ring at the end of the leather band that connected the steel rings. The D-ring was there in case my mistress chose to attach a cock leash or other chain to this contraption. The last device she instructed me to acquire was a pair of nipple clamps with a chain and cock ring attachment. The cock ring portion of the device was no problem,  nor were the nipple clamps, in isolation. I could adjust the tension on the nipple clamps so the pain was bearable. The problem was that the weight of the chain and steel cock ring pulled the clamps off of my nipples unless I set the nipple clamp tension high enough to withstand this weight. But setting the tension high enough to hold everything in place hurt me so much that I couldn’t bear the pain. My mistress had forewarned me that I had best be able to bear such pain by the time I finally met her in person. She advised that I work up to using the clamps at full tension by first using wooden clothes pins on my nipples. In this way I could get used to the pain and “train” my nipples to bear the load of the chain and cock ring. She hinted that I should also begin using such clothes pins on my penis and testicles to be ready for some of the tortures that she would employ when we finally met. I was not yet adequately “trained” to bear the pain and torture that the princess threatened as I boarded the plane. That is why I was so nervous. If I had a choice I would have waited several more months before daring to meet her in person. But given that I would be in Atlanta on business and would have my evenings free to “socialize,” she had demanded that I arrange my schedule so that she could “inspect” me in person and see how well my “training” had progressed. She insisted that I reserve a suite at an expensive hotel in the area and be prepared for her to visit me there on the evening of my arrival. If I passed “inspection” then she might arrange some other “entertainment” involving some friends of hers on the succeeding evenings. After checking into my hotel I was to prepare the room to her specifications. I was to be totally naked and on my knees near the door to the hotel suite. I was to be wearing a blindfold, since I would only be permitted to see her once I had earned such a privilege and after I was fully inspected by her. I was to be wearing my cock ring and ball separator. She instructed me to have a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket and 2 flutes sitting on the table. She explained that she would use one flute to drink her champagne and that the other would be for me to use in drinking the “special” golden nectar that she would supply for me. I was to have my other torture devices arrayed on the table next to a dozen red roses. And finally, I was to leave her special monetary tribute inside an envelope next to the roses. As the time neared for her arrival, I had arranged everything in the suite as she had instructed... I put on the genital bondage device, unlocked the hotel door and kneeled naked and blindfolded near the door awaiting her. I could feel my heart pounding as I trembled in anticipation. The minutes went by. Then I heard some noise in the corridor that sounded like footsteps approaching. I held my breath for a moment and then heard a knock on the door.

4/11/2013 6:22:22 AM: I crawled over to the hotel door in order to open it for the princess. As I did so I heard voices outside my door. It sounded like there were two females rather than the one princess I had expected. As I turned the door handle to unlock the door, I felt pressure from the other side pushing the door open against my quivering body. “Get your fucking ass into the room, you stupid shit!” I heard. It was the voice of my princess, Mistress Candy. “You better have this room prepared as I instructed or you will have hell to pay, you worthless pig. I have brought Mistress Lisa with me tonight to help insure that you understand just how low and inferior you are. You will treat her the same as you do me. You will do whatever she or I tell you, and you will do it right away. Do you understand pig?” I muffled my assent and felt a hard kick to my side. Because of my blindfold I couldn’t see what the mistresses were doing. I heard the hotel door close and a giggle from the second voice, which I took to be Mistress Lisa. She sounded even younger than Mistress Candy. I felt that these two women, or more accurately these two girls, were toying with me. They seemed to be far less mature than the dommes with whom I was accustomed to communicating. This raised a concern for me because their relative immaturity could mean much higher risks for me if they didn’t understand the potential danger of unbridled sadistic torture. An experienced domme would understand and respect my limits, but these young princesses may be so spoiled that they had no concept of limits in how they treated me.  I suddenly had deep misgivings about what I had done. How could I have exposed myself to this type of danger? Hopefully my fears were unfounded and these mistresses would keep my abuse within reasonable bounds. It was the threat of the unknown that caused my heart to beat so rapidly and the sweat to pour from my skin. “Well, I see that you have laid things out as I instructed.” said Mistress Candy. “Good, that means that you know how to follow orders. Now crawl over here and kiss Mistress Lisa’s foot to show that you know your place. Kiss her tennis sneakers to show her how much you are ready to obey.” I did as I was told and found myself kissing first the top and then the bottom of the sneakers. There was no joy in doing this. I would have much preferred to kiss high heels or boots rather than these dirty sneakers. I noticed some flashes going off. I realized that the mistresses were taking pictures of me that they might later use to blackmail me. I then felt a hard sting on my behind. Mistress Candy had begun to use some kind of switch on my ass. At first I only felt a slight stinging sensation. But the stinging increased in virulence and my ass cheeks begun to hurt severely from this treatment. At the same time, Mistress Lisa removed her sneakers and smelly sweat socks. She instructed me to kiss and worship her bare feet. I could smell the sweat on her feet. She then told me to lick and then to suck each toe. I would have enjoyed this service were it not for the foul odor from her smelly and sweaty feet. The flashes continued as they took more photos of my debased condition. All the while Mistress Candy continued to swat at my bare behind. This was not quite the treatment that I had expected, but I hoped that my strict compliance might appease these young princesses and allow me to serve them in a less menial way. “All right. That’s enough warm up,” said Mistress Candy. “It’s about time that we put this cum slut to some service. He’s earned the right to see who he is dealing with. Let’s remove the blindfold so he can take in our incredible beauty. “Well, what do you think piggy. Are Mistress Lisa and I the most beautiful women you have ever seen? Don’t you want to serve us in any way that we say? Don’t you want to grovel and beg us to pay attention to you? You know that you can never ever satisfy us with that teeny tiny nothing between your legs. I am gong to remove that little cock ring that you are wearing. I can’t imagine that it does any good since your cock is so small. I have a much better device to use – one that you are sure to feel. See these clothes pins. I am going to place them on your cock and balls. Don’t worry. Of course they will hurt when I put them on you, but they will hurt much worse when I whip them off.” I blinked several times to clear my eyes and saw the two mistresses standing before me. Mistress Candy was a statuesque blonde, quite slender but with ample breasts. She wore very tight fitting jeans and a low cut blouse with apparently no bra, since I could see her nipples through the blouse material.  She had a camera that she continued to use to photograph me. Mistress Lisa was dark haired and dark complexioned. She looked Italian. She was somewhat more full figured than Mistress Candy with a quite substantial bottom and full breasts. She wore white pants that barely contained her ample figure. She also wore a red tank top that showed off her ample bosom. Both Mistresses walked around me and took turns kicking me on all parts of my body and photographing me. Mistress Lisa, in particular, seemed to enjoy placing her kicks between my legs and hitting my now dangling testicles with her bare foot. They then made me lie on top of the coffee table. Mistress Candy tied my wrists to the table legs while Mistress Lisa did the same with my ankles. I was securely bound with my back lying on the table and the rest of my body including my genitals fully exposed. Mistress Candy and Mistress Lisa began to apply the clothes pins to the shaft of my penis and to my testicles. The pain was excruciating but I knew better than to scream out in pain. I was their slave and as such was required to endure their punishments in silence. They stopped after a while and examined their handiwork. Mistress Candy took some more pictures of me arrayed in this way. They seemed quite satisfied with what they had done. In the meantime I was writhing uncontrollably on the table top barely able to refrain from crying out for mercy. (Mistress Candy had warned me in her e-mails that she did not believe in safe words and that any cry for mercy would only make her torture me more. I sensed that she was waiting for me to cry out so that she would have the joy of inflicting still greater pain.) Mistress Lisa stood near my head. She maneuvered her body so that her crotch was just above my face. Slowly she lowered her body onto my face. I could barely breathe. She moved her body back and forth a bit so that my face was pressed firmly against her pants-enclosed crotch and then against her ass. She sat more fully upon my face with all of her weight and ground her body into my head. This pressure of her full body weight on my face blocked my ability to breathe. I flailed about as best I could with my bound arms to get her to move. I could barely breathe and was close to suffocating. Just before I was ready to pass out, she lifted up her body for a few moments as I gasped for air. She repeated this process again and again as I struggled to breathe during those few moments when she gave me space to inhale fresh air. Then I felt the stinging in my genitals. Mistress Candy was using a riding crop to whip my cock and balls. She was taking careful aim at the clothes pins. Every once in a while her crop would dislodge a clothes pin and send the most incredible pain through my body. The two mistresses continued this regimen of face sitting and smothering on the one hand and cock and ball torture on the other. Once all of the clothes pins had been whipped off of me the mistresses stopped their tortures. I lay strapped to the table while Mistress Candy opened the champagne bottle. I heard her pour two glasses, one for each of them. They laughed and giggled as they drank their bubbly. They seemed genuinely pleased with themselves and seemed to delight in my pain and suffering. They continued to belittle me and call me humiliating names. Finally when they finished drinking the champagne, Mistress Candy took a glass with her into the bathroom. She came out with the glass filled with a yellowish colored fluid. Then Mistress Lisa entered the bathroom and came out a few moments later with a similar glass filled with an equal amount of yellowish liquid. “It was very thoughtful of you to provide us with this champagne, piggy.” Said Mistress Candy.  Because you have been such a good piggy, we are going to return the favor. We don’t have any more champagne to give you but we have decided to share our bubbly with you. Instead of letting you drink the champagne directly, we are going to treat you to the champagne after it has been processed by our bodies. Open wide slave and drink every drop of this wonderful golden nectar. You are privileged indeed to be able to drink this precious fluid. Make sure that you drink it all down and don’t miss a drop. Otherwise, we will need to reattach the clothes pins again, and we are sure that you don’t want that.” They took turns pouring the urine from each glass. One mistress poured while the other made sure that my mouth was wide open. I kept gagging on the warm and foul liquid but I had no choice. I was severely bound and could not fight them.  Eventually they poured both glasses of piss down my throat and laughed uproariously at my predicament. “Good work slave,” said Mistress Candy. “We are going to leave shortly. But first we need to give you your instructions for tomorrow. Here is a slip of paper with the address and time when you must meet us. You will rent a limousine and drive it. You will be our chauffer and body guard tomorrow night as we go clubbing and pick up big black studs to fuck us back here in your hotel room. But before we leave you tonight, we are going to encase your useless little dick in this chastity device. We have the key so that the only way you can remove the device is to be sure to meet us tomorrow. And to make sure that you keep thinking of us all day tomorrow at your business meetings, we are going to put your butt plug up your ass and tape it firmly. You had better not remove it until you see us tomorrow. I am putting a few pieces of tape over it to keep it securely in place. I will be able to tell if you have dared to remove it since you won’t be able to put the tape back in the same way that I have attached it. Enjoy yourself tomorrow at your meetings with your dick trapped and your ass plugged up. I am sure that you will be thinking of us and looking forward to the fun that we will have tomorrow evening. And by the way, make sure that you have another tribute for us. But tomorrow, double the tribute that you bring since you need to pay each of us.” She attached the devices as she described and then left me alone in the room. I regretted that I had ever come to Atlanta, but I also knew that I no longer had any choice. I had to comply with their instructions. The pain in my genitals and in my ass was disconcerting. I knew that I would have a sleepless night and could only hope that I could avoid giving any indication of my predicament during my business meetings.

4/11/2013 6:20:34 AM: I couldn’t sleep at all that night. I felt the constriction around my cock and balls from the chastity device. Although it was uncomfortable, at least I could urinate so long as I sat down on the toilet seat. The butt plug became increasingly unbearable through the night. The pain in my rectum reached monumental proportions from the pressure of the plug. My cramping grew worse. And I tossed and turned all night worrying how I could cope with the need to “poop” if the infernal plug was still in my anus. It was bad enough trying to cope with all of this during the night. How in the world would I be able to handle this throughout the day at my business meetings. I was supposed to be the model of probity and sagacity. Yet there I would be with my balls constricted and my asshole filled with the plug. I, this wise and experienced business man, had been degraded and abused by two young girls who loved to hurt and exploit their inferior “piggy.” By early morning I finally decided that I could take it no longer. I had no choice but to leave the chastity device in place. It was securely locked so I couldn’t remove it. But I opted to pull off the tape that held the butt plug in place. I knew that I would be severely punished that night for this insubordination, but I felt that I could only deal with one challenge at a time. I would try to put the plug and tape back that evening, but for now I needed to remove the plug in order to be able to perform at some modest level of professionalism at my business meetings. This was the first example of what I had feared in dealing with such young and presumably inexperienced dominatrices. An older mistress would have known that it would be impossible to keep a plug taped inside me for so long. These girls simply didn’t know or care about the limitations of what their slaves could endure. This reinforced my trepidation as to what would be in store for me that evening. I confess that I did not perform at my best that day. My normally smooth and professional demeanor was clearly shaken by the experience of the prior night and by the threat of what might happen this evening. I managed to get by but realized that many more days of such lackluster performance by me could seriously jeopardize my career. I spent part of the afternoon trying to find a rental car company that had a limo available. Finally I located one and was shocked at the charge. I also needed to access an ATM to get enough cash to pay the double tribute and to have enough money left over to pay for the drinks and entry charges at the clubs they would be visiting tonight. This whole venture was becoming an extremely expensive undertaking. It was far more costly than I had ever assumed when I first made the arrangements to meet. I drove to the address that I had been given. The address was a townhouse in Buckhead, one of the more fashionable sections of Atlanta. I wondered how they could afford such a house but realized that they probably made quite a good living exploiting pitiful slave males such as myself. I rang the door bell.  Mistress Lisa appeared at the doorway. She was dressed all in black leather from her thigh length high heeled boots to her very short leather mini skirt to the leather vest atop a white see through blouse. She pointed to the ground and I understand immediately that I should have been on my knees when I rang the doorbell. She was visibly upset with my failure to kneel on my own. Mistress Candy then appeared and seemed equally angry with me. Mistress Candy was attired in similar high heeled leather boots but wore skin tight white pants that accentuated her stunning figure. She wore a black turtle neck sweater that contrasted with her blonde hair. Mistress Candy not only chastised me for not being on my knees in the doorway but also for being fully clothed in their presence. I began to explain that I couldn’t take off my clothing in public at their doorstep when a hard slap across my face warned me to be silent and obey. I hurriedly removed my clothing while hoping that they would not notice that I had removed and replaced the tape securing the butt plug. My worst fears were realized immediately. Mistress Candy was outraged that I had the temerity to disobey. She saw instantly what I had done and made clear that I would be sorry that I had ever challenged their absolute authority. She explained that they had planned a fun evening in which they would use me as their chauffer and body guard as they visited their favorite clubs. But now, seeing how little respect I had shown for their orders, they would need to spend more of their precious time putting me in my place and insuring that I never ever violated their commands again. I shuddered at the thought of what they might do and whether or not I could endure their “training” program. Mistress Lisa put a collar and leash around my neck. She dragged me to the stairs off of the living room and ordered me to descend into the dimly lit basement. As I crawled down the stairs on my hands and knees I realized that their basement was actually a fully equipped dungeon filled with torture apparatus and fetish paraphernalia. They dragged me to a leather covered bench where they secured my wrists to handcuffs at the top of the table. They positioned me so that I was lying on my stomach. There was a small step down area at the bottom of the bench on which I placed my knees. My ankles were then strapped in place. Finally, they secured the middle of my body to the bench with a thick leather strap. I was completely immobilized and completely exposed to their sadistic intentions. Mistress Candy pulled on my hair and forced me to look up at her from my bondage bench. She had attached a harness and a large black strap-on. She pushed my face onto the strap-on and made me suck and swallow the large cock. At the same time, Mistress Lisa began whipping my exposed ass first with a riding crop and then with a leather paddle. The stinging sensations on my buttocks were hard to bear, but the choking sensation from being forced to swallow the strap-on made the pain from the whipping somewhat secondary. I felt panic as I struggled for air. Mistress Candy was relentless as she forced the dildo ever deeper down my throat. She kept pulling my head onto the strap-on as she moved her hips back and forth to force the cock deeper down my throat.  The action with the strap-on seemed to excite Mistress Lisa. I could feel the strokes on my ass increase in intensity as she grew more excited to see my pain and suffering. Finally, Mistress Lisa put aside the paddle and began flailing me with a cat-of-nine tails. Although I couldn’t see my buttocks, I could feel that deep welts were forming from the increasingly brutal beating. I struggled to no avail. I was securely bound to the whipping bench and could find no way to escape the torturous frenzy of these two sadistic dommes. Why had I ever let myself get into such a predicament? Would my pain and suffering have been any the less if I had left the butt plug in me all day? I didn’t know. I only knew that there was no way I could bear this pain and suffocation any longer. I couldn’t beg for mercy since the dildo was firmly lodged down my throat. I filled up with tears and couldn’t hold back any longer. I couldn’t yell out but my eyes wept. The tears rolled down my face as I was brutalized by these vicious vixens. Mistress Candy saw my tears and laughed at the sight. “Well now, you little shithead, I guess you understand that you had better obey us in the future. We love any excuse to take out our sadistic tendencies on scum like you. Dare to disobey again, and you won’t find our punishment quite so gentle as it is today. Since you didn’t wear the butt plug as instructed, we had better make sure that your asshole is properly opened to get fucked appropriately.” As Mistress Candy said this, Mistress Lisa stopped the whipping and instead spread some lubricant around my asshole. First one, then two and finally her whole hand was inserted into my exposed anus. In and out she moved her hand causing me to cramp and cringe from the pain. Then Mistress Candy came around behind me and inserted the strap-on dildo that she wore into my virgin ass hole. She started by just inserting the cock head slowly into me. Then she increased the pressure as she inserted more and more of the infernal dildo into my quivering ass. Her pelvic thrusting accelerated as she got more and more of the rubber cock inside me. Finally she reached a point at which she had inserted almost the entire shaft into me and was writhing in ecstasy as the strap-on harness must have stimulated her own clitoris. She was raping me and there was nothing I could do to defend myself. I again saw flashes and realized that Mistress Lisa was taking more pictures of me. Then I heard a slight whirring sound and realized she had shifted from still photographs to filming my anguish.  They were raping my virgin ass and making a blackmail movie of what I was going through. Resist as I tried, it was pointless. I was totally at their mercy and could only pray that they would stop soon. I was totally humiliated. I had been fucked like I was woman. I had lost my manliness and was now being treated like their plaything to be degraded and abused for their amusement. Finally they stopped their torture of me. I was a total wreck. They released me from my restraints but kept the collar and leash securely bound to me. Mistress Lisa went upstairs for a few minutes while Mistress Candy explained what was next in store for me. “It is time that we give that little teensy tiny worm between your legs some breathing space.” She said.  “It has been cooped up all night and day inside that chastity device. I think that you have earned a few minutes of release from that chastity bondage. Mistress Lisa is bringing down a special treat for you. She has a prophylactic that we will put on your miniscule penis. We will tie the rubber up firmly so you can’t remove it. Then we will put the chastity device back so you can’t relieve yourself. Oh, I forget to mention that Mistress Lisa is in our kitchen cutting up several habanera peppers. You know that habanera peppers are some of the hottest peppers in the world. They are so hot that you have to wear rubber gloves when handling them to avoid the pepper oil burning your skin. Well, our treat for you is that we are cutting up the peppers and putting them inside the prophylactic. Just imagine how delightful it will feel to have all that incredibly hot pepper oil burning your tiny penis. Maybe the experience will help it grow a bit. Ah, here she is now.” Mistress Lisa inserted my flaccid penis into the pepper filled condom. She bound the rubber around my shaft with a rubber band. Then she took her gloved hand and squeezed my penis through the prophylactic. She made sure to spread as much of the bits of pepper all over my penis. It was as if someone had set my cock on fire. The heat from the peppers was unimaginable. Imagine the hottest pepper you have ever tasted spread over the most tender part of your body. I yelled in pain but was immediately slapped several times for daring to speak without permission. Mistress Candy then reapplied the chastity device. The pressure from the chastity device on the peppers increased the burning sensation and spread the pain over my entire penis. The Mistresses then pulled on my leash and dragged me across the dungeon to a cage on the floor.  They forced me into the small cage and locked the cage door. I was squirming in agony. I tried to touch my genitals to relieve the pain put every time I moved I spread the burning pepper oils and only made my anguish worse. The mistresses examined their handiwork and headed upstairs indicating that they needed to get ready for their night on the town.