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Okay, so after some time spent playing, what I suspected is true. I'm a slut. I don't get off on being beaten, nor do I get off on being tied up except insofar as I get to be used to make others cum. But pain pulls me right out of anything remotely sexual. |
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Well, I went ahead and made a couple of videos. Fairly naughty stuff ;) Wanna see? |
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Vanilla interactions just aren't satisfying this itch. I think I'm actually left hornier if I do have sex and am not in a position of submissiveness. I spent the afternoon plugged and rock hard...and being distracted from everything I really needed to be doing. |
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Okay, I know I'm supposed to have finished that other story, but I started this one for someone instead. I'll try to work on both. Until then, you can read about how an ideal first meeting would go for me :)
At the bong signaling that we can unfasten our seat belts and proceed to
exit, I jump up and take a good four strides toward the front of the
plane before the crowd stands up in unison. I work my way toward the exit
at an excruciating crawl. Finally, I'm off the plane, and I push past
everyone and jog to the gate exit to claim my luggage and be on my way.
As your instructions indicated, my carry-on is just a small bag with
locking wrist and ankle cuffs and collar inside, along with a spandex
hood with a mouth hole and sewn-in blind fold, a feeldoe, and a butt
plug. It raised at least one eyebrow at the TSA check-in in Austin, but
what could I do other than just turn red?
At the exit stands a man in a
black suit holding a sign that says, "Slave" in big black letters. My
heart flutters excitedly even as it sinks at the humiliating situation
I'm about to be thrust into. I walk forward and confirm that I am the
man he's looking for to the amusement of a few onlookers.
"Follow
Me," he commands flatly.
"Just a second, and I'll get my suitcase," I
tell the driver.
"No. I'm leaving with or without you. The Airlines
will get your bag to you...eventually."
My heart sinks a little
lower, but I follow the man. He leads me to his limo and stops.
"Now,
take off your shoes and put on your collar, cuffs and hood," he orders.
I
look around, and there aren't too many people right there in the
airport garage, so I comply. I hurriedly put on the collar and cuffs
and I take one more look around before sliding the hood on. Everything
goes black. The driver lifts my hand, and I hear a click and when he releases it, I can feel that it's just a little heavier and hear the muted jangle of a lock. He does it
with the other hand too, and then goes down to both ankles and finally up
behind my neck and locks those as well. I'm not going to be able to get out of my restraints.
Now I feel another tug at my neck, and I realize that my shirt is being
cut off me. My heart pounds excitedly as it falls away, exposing my
bare chest. Then I feel the same tug and release at my waist, first
down one leg, then the other. My pants fall away in tatters, leaving me
naked right there in the garage. My cock stands up, completely, throbbingly hard.
The
driver shoves me roughly backward. I stumble toward the rear of the
limo, and finally I hear the pop of the trunk release. He pushes me
over into the trunk roughly, and without a word grabs my wrists and
locks them together with something. He then does the same for my ankles
and then trusses me up by locking My wrists and ankles together behind
my back. I then feel something cool and wet squirted in between my ass
cheeks. My butt plug is rudely forced inside me. I gasp, and find a
gag shoved in my mouth almost immediately. It's then locked into place
behind my head.
This is what I have always fantasized about. It
is both terrifying and thrilling, a hard high to beat. My mouth and my
cock begin to drool onto the rough carpeting of the trunk floor as the lid is slammed shut.
The car starts
and pulls out of the parking spot. I'm roll around the
trunk for at least a half hour, but it's hard to tell exactly how long. Time has been drawn out like taffy, and I am savoring every moment. I spend a good bit of the time
fantasizing about this being the beginning of a life of utter slavery, and the rest of the time fearing that I won't get to go back to my old life.
Finally the car pulls to a stop, and I can hear the
driver get out, and a few seconds later the trunk opens up. The
fresh evening breeze raises goosebumps on naked flesh.
"Now it's time for the
tip," the driver says ominously as he ungags me.
My jaw aches and
I open and close it a couple of times before I say "If you have my
wallet..."
"That's not the deal, Slave." He then spins me on the trunk floor,
slightly carpet burning my stomach, so that my hooded head is up over
the edge of the trunk. "Open up."
I obey because I have no
choice. His warm firm flesh presses against my lips and I part them. His cock slides in to the hilt and I can smell his musk as his pubic hair tickles my nose. I begin to suck this cock with all my heart. I don't know if it's a
test or not, but if it is I don't want to fail. If it's not, I
can relish the humiliation that I so often hunger for.
His thrusts pick up speed as they slide in and out of my mouth, and he moans softly. The faint taste of precum begins to grow stronger. I know we're
outside, but apparently nobody can see what's going on. "Oh you've got a
sweet mouth," he groans. He continues to fuck my face for a long time
before I can feel him getting close, and my jaw is screaming now to close. He pumps harder and harder, and
finally drives in to the hilt. I'm sure my eyes bulged beneath my
blindfold. I fought to keep from gagging as he let out a long low grunt
and spurted down my throat. He pumped a little longer dribbling the
last of his seed onto my tongue before pulling out. I swallowed the thick, salty liquid before taking a gasping breath.
The driver then
un-trussed me, and unlocked my ankles from each other. "Come on slave,
your Mistress awaits." I am roughly yanked out of the car by my arm,
set on my feet, and pushed stumbling ahead in the dark. I walk wherever
directed trying to stay on my feet until the driver's hand clamps down
on my shoulder, stopping me. I feel him reach past, and hear a faint
doorbell.
I stand there rock hard and just a little roughed up.
This is the moment I've been anticipating my whole life. After a few
seconds that stretch on for years, door opens up and I hear you say,
"Hello slave." After a pause, I can hear you say with a smile on your
lips, "I'm glad to see you too."
End of part 1
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Woohoo Cyndi Lauper in Austin. Too bad I'll be going alone.
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It's my birthday today. Since I don't have anyone I'd like to spend the day submitting to, I would like to just go home, cuff, gag, and plug myself, and then try to clean my house as a slave would. Unfortunately that has to wait until after festivities. I do like the idea of serving as a slave on my birthday no differently that I serve any other day, and then getting a cupcake in my doggie dish at the end of the day.
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I'm here because I need something that I'm clearly not getting. And I think that it's not impossible to find what I need, but it's just that the odds are really slim. And what I need has very little to do with how I get along well with someone in person in a normal situation. My eventual owner does need to be intelligent and highly creative, but her needs need to run right along with mine because I don't want her to spend too much time concerned with my needs or wants. Having her not consider those things is one of the very things I crave. She should consider my safety, growth, training and transformation, of course, but that should be enough.
I do not want to be a do-me slave, or just mess around periodically, but also I don't like to waste time being let down after investing a whole lot of effort in someone. I can understand safety issues, but if someone wants to consider keeping you as a slave, it seems odd to me to start the meeting off as equals. This makes me much more resistant to changing roles later on, and much less interested in a person to begin with. I'm naturally dominant, like many subs here, but that's not what I need to be happy. But if you're not able to assert yourself right away, it's pretty likely that I won't be able to consider you as a Dominant later.
So in the interest of me just fantasizing while at work, and you getting a better idea of how my mind works, I'll write a couple of ideal scenarios for a first meeting.
Scenario 1 (the more sane one): You and I talk on the internet, and exchange information. You decide that we'll meet, and we will do it at a dark cozy bar. You give specific instructions about how I should prepare for the meeting. Maybe I wear panties, maybe a butt plug. Perhaps I am to shave my crotch, or bring certain toys along with me. When we meet, we sit and talk. You let me look you in the eyes at first, but when you decide you're interested, you tell me I'm not to continue. You then spend the dinner comfortably with me--so much so that you just do whatever you like or demand whatever you want regardless of social restrictions that would normally be imposed at a first meeting. You basically act like I'm already your slave.
Scenario 2: It's basically the same, only more extreme. Perhaps I come to your house or meet you somewhere and get in your car. Maybe I arrange to free up a weekend, and I know that whenever you decide I'm not the one for you, you'll come and let me go back at my car, and if you like what you see, I'll keep going until the time is up.
It may sound unsafe, but this is the kind of slavery I need. I'll let someone know where I'm going and make records findable so that I can be somewhat safe, but I find that if I'm not out at the edge and trying to be a real slave, then I'm playing at submission and I'm not satisfied.
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All the best-laid plans of mice and men...
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Working, working, working. Is valentines day making me think of love? Oddly enough, not really. What it has done is shifted me into libido and submission overdrive. I came to work on Sunday needing to read a few papers and work on some stuff. What am I doing instead? Goofing around on collarme, and perusing ads on craigslist. What's more, I threw in a buttplug before I came out here. I was considering throwing on panties too, but I don't know. There seems to be no point without someone else to see them. Plus my love of panty wearing is completely dependent upon the other person wanting me in them. Having something in my ass is something I can enjoy for myself :)
I also need to stretch things out a bit back there. I am so tight I could barely get the plug in.
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Call me crazy, but I think that the odds that there exists a stunningly gorgeous woman with exactly one photo who lives in a major metropolitan city and types in all caps on her CM profile is very close to zero.
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I don't understand the people who look a complete mess in their profile pictures. I mean a guy who has sweaty hair plastered to his head and it's not an action shot...Who wants that guy running your life?!
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Here's a story I wrote a while back. I think part 1 I never edited and wrote late at night, but I was more meticulous with later parts. There are 4 total, and while I had intended to write more, I never did.
The Big Switch, Pt 1
by Me
It all started with my response to an ad. I had always taken
control in the bedroom, and I was damned good at it. I have
an innate sense for what my pets' limits are, and just
how to push their buttons. Some live for abuse, some thrive
on being challenged, and some just want to be degraded,
and I've always been happy to force their secret desires
upon them. But through years of being a clever and creative
master, I began to wonder what it would be like to be one of
my pets: at the mercy of a perverted master. I certainly
wasn't submissive, but I could put my dominant side
on hold just long enough to get myself into a scene where
I no longer had any control, and then I could just deal with
the consequences.
I wanted no safe word. A safe word meant that I was still
ultimately in control, and as dangerous as it may have been,
I wanted to lose total control. I had to lose control, because
I wasn't about to submit willingly. I wondered if I
could be broken, and If so, what would it take? I was about
to find out.
The ad was simple. It read, "Seeking a strong male
to be transformed into the basest of slaves. Your limits
will crumble, your soul will become mine, and you will eventually
crave the degradation that comes with servitude."
I melted, and responded right away.
The answer I got back was extremely curt. It instructed
me to drive to a certain address in a week, enter an open garage
door, and follow the instructions I find inside. I didn't
even know if I was dealing with a man or a woman. It didn't
matter. Even though I found the idea of sex with a man not
to my tastes, the though of being forced to take a cock made
me rock hard.
I was done with school for the summer, and had no teaching
duties left, and so I decided to get my affairs in order for
a long stay with my new master or mistress and go for it. I
spent the remainder of a week masturbating like mad to all
the fantasies I had of being a slave, and also trying to stretch
out my asshole a bit, just to make the transition easier.
I was like the kid who decides to start running every day
the week before he goes into boot camp.
Finally the day arrived. It occurred to me that I might
be released without my clothes, and that could be embarrassing.
In order to stave off that scenario, I hid another suit of
clothes under the driver's seat before setting off.
Once I arrived, I realized that I shouldn't have brought
my wallet, and so I stuffed that under the seat before stepping
out, and entering the garage.
The garage was mostly empty, but there was a silky black
sack sitting in the floor, with a note pinned to it. The note
read: "Remove the items inside. Place your belongings
within. Close the garage door. Put on the items you removed
from the bag. Wait in the middle of the garage." I inspected
the items as I removed them. There was a ring gag, a collar,
a blindfold, and a pair of handcuffs attached to leg shackles
by just a few links of chain. I then stripped. My cock sprang
from my trousers as I pulled them down. I was light-headed
and my limber dom's mind was running through a hundred
fantasy scenarios I would put a slave through who was in
my position. I folded my clothes and put them inside the
bag, and then pressed the button to close the garage door.
When the last crack of light was gone, I felt a little bit
of relief that nobody had seen me standing there naked,
but I knew now that it was much harder to turn back.
I put the collar on first, and tightened it. It was a simple
leather collar with a ring in the front. I put it on as tight
as I could without impeding my breathing. Next I put the
ring gag in. My mind raced with all the humiliation I could
be forced to endure by not being able to control what entered
my mouth. Next I shackled my ankles together, and proceeded
to slip the blindfold over my eyes. In my final act of willing
submission, I decided to give my new owner a surprise, so
I got down on my stomach and fumbled blindly with the handcuffs
until I had my wrists bound behind me. I was hogtied, and
there was no key for the cuffs. My last out was gone, I would
have to ride out whatever was in store for me.
I waited for what seemed like a century. I was afraid, but
my cock was oozing on the cold concrete. Finally, I began
to shiver a bit and had nearly given up, when I heard a door
click open. I heard someone walking toward me, and then
was pulled up just a bit by my hair. I felt something being
forced into my ear, and then I was turned over and felt the
same thing in the other ear. They were earplugs. I felt them
swell up and block out almost all sound, leaving only the
constant white noise of the blood rushing in my ears. I then
felt hands fiddling with my collar, and then my gag. I realized
that they had been locked, when I felt the new weight back
there. Then the shackles on my ankles were locked into place
too. In the last few seconds I had become a slave. Then I felt
hands on my body, rough hands. My heart leapt. I knew I wanted
to be used and abused, but now that I was going to be used by
a man...something I would never do in person, I was elated.
With a woman, it was so much easier to submit. I want to fuck
them. Having a man control me meant that I was going to be
used completely against my will.
But then something even more interesting happened. I
felt a second set of hands on me, and then a third. They groped
me, grabbed, and probed me. I felt a slickened finger slide
between my ass cheeks and then apply pressure to my asshole.
It gave way, just as I had trained it to, and that finger slipped
inside me to the knuckle. Another of my owners was exploring
my cock, and balls. I felt a firm hand close over my balls
and tug them while squeezing firmly, and another reach
under me and pull my dick straight down. Finally my last
owner pulled my face up, and placed something moist under
my nose. Suddenly the world swam and I blacked out.
I awoke still in the dark. My mind was fuzzy, and my head
hurt. I reached up to put my hand to my forehead and when I
couldn't, I remembered where I was. As my mind cleared,
I realized I was chained to some sort of padded bench. My
asshole burned, and I realized that it was full of something.
My tongue was dry and my jaw ached from being held open with
the gag. I decided to let my captors know I was awake, so I
let out a groggy moan. I thought they would come in and begin
using me as a sexual object, but nothing happened.
I lay there for another excrutiatingly long time, and
suddenly I felt someone enter the room. One of the earplugs
was removed, and I heard a female voice whisper into my ear, "We've
decided to fuck you, and if you work out, we're going
to keep you, and turn you into our fuck toy." With that,
she put the plug back into my ear and climbed onto the bench
in front of me. She grabbed two fistfuls of my hair, and then
lifted my head up. She then slid her pelvis forward, and
then drove my face down into her pussy. I wetted my tongue
on her delicate juices as I thrust it out through the ring
and into her dripping folds. I meant to delicately explore
her labia and tease her for a while neglecting her clit,
just as I would do one of my slaves. But just as I started to
do this, she put a palm on the back of my head and began grinding
into me. She was using my nose on her clit as my tongue pounded
into her pussy. While there was some allure in the idea of
screwing this up and escaping this entrapment, I just couldn't
bring myself to do it.
I then felt hands on my ass. My asshole gasped with relief
as I felt the plug being pulled out of my aching hole. My sphincter
relaxed and I moaned with relief into the pussy before me.
Suddenly, I was shifted on the bench, and I felt someone
behind me. Seconds later, I got my first cock. It slid slowly
into me, and it was much larger than any of the plugs I had
used thus far. The pressure made my eyes bulge, but luckily
I had been stretching my asshole out all week. I took the
whole cock, which apparently thrilled my new mistress.
I felt a fresh gush from her pussy, and she began grinding
harder. Slowly the cock inside me began to slide back out,
slowly. Then back in. The cock pumped harder and faster,
and my own dick once again oozed beneath me. My mistress
was now fucking my face with relentless abandon. I was having
difficulty breathing, since she was no longer taking care
to give me room to breathe. My face was full of cunt, and I
thrusted feverishly with my tongue, even as my head swam
from a lack of air. The cock in my has was pounding into me
harder and faster. Finally, I felt hands on my ass, and they
pressed my cheeks in. I knew he was about to blow, and was
maximizing the friction. He rammed into me harder. My sore
asshole was being fucked raw. Finally, with one long stroke,
the cock blew its load deep inside of me. I felt my master
stay inside of me while his load kept pumping into me. Finally
the cock began to shrink inside me and slip out. It pulled
out, and cum began to ooze from my ass. But I had no time to
enjoy it. Someone else replaced the man who had just spent
his load inside of me, and this cock was much larger. My asshole
was on fire. I let out a scream into the cunt in front of me,
but I'm sure it just sounded like a sad, muffled, moan.
But the woman didn't stop, I could tell she was about
to cum, and that's all she cared about. As the cock that
was splitting me began to move, the woman began to thrash
about. I felt her squirting directly into my mouth, and
desperately thirsty, I swallowed what i could given my
gag situation. She held her cunt over my mouth and nose for
a while as she shuddered. My mind swam and I had only the blinding
pain in my ass to keep me from passing out. Finally she slipped
away, and I gasped for air. Then the cock pulled out of my
ass and I felt his weight shift off the bench. My hair was
grabbed once more, and the tip of the cock was placed in the
ring gag. Suddenly my mouth was filled with a massive load
of cum. It splattered against the back of my throat, and
over my tongue. Wave after wave shot into me, until I had
no choice but to begin gulping it down. I swallowed the cum
and was simultaneously revolted and ecstatic at my degradation.
My head was released, and the cock pulled away. I lay there
for a while knowing that they were examining me and deciding
whether to keep me for more play. Finally one of my earplugs
was pulled out, and the woman whispered into it, "I
guess you'll do. Now to prepare you." For about five seconds I had no idea what she meant. But
then I felt a tug at my penis, and a pinch near the tip, and
something cold. I knew they were piercing me. From the feel
of it, I had been given a prince albert. Next my taint was
pierced, then, my wrists were uncuffed. I was beginning
to panic. I wanted to be used and fucked, sure, but I didn't
want to be modified. I felt my wrists released. I tried to
struggle, but both of the mend had me. They raised me off
my stomach, and lay me on my back without ever unshackling
my feet. My thrashing was in vain. They easily chained my
wrists to the bench and exposed my front. Someone grabbed
my head and held it, while my septum was pierced. The pain
was excruciating, and tears soaked my blindfold. Then
each of my nipples got the same treatment. Finally the smell
of alcohol filled the air, and I felt a sting at each of the
new piercings. I felt another rag pressed to my nose, and
the alcohol filling my nostrils was replaced with another
strange odor briefly. Then I was out.
...To be continued
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The Big Switch Pt 2
by Me
I awoke again in the dark. My head was swimming. I reached
up to see if I was still blindfolded, but my hands stopped
short with a metallic clatter. Each of my wrists seemed
to be cuffed to a metal bar. I tried to move my feet, and found
them to be bound similarly. Then my eyes began to focus.
I wasn't blindfolded any more, and it wasn't completely
dark, but very nearly so. I seemed to be chained up inside
a cage. I was apparently still wearing my collar, and it
was attached to the cage as well. There were dull aches all
over my body where I had been pierced, but I couldn't
position myself so as to touch any of the injuries.
I was completely parched, and I squinted intently in the
darkness hoping to see if I had been left any water. Then
I spotted something out of the ordinary. It looked like
a rod protruding into the cage from between the bars directly
in front of me. I couldn't get anywhere close to reaching
it with either hand, so I decided to lean forward and explore
it with my mouth. When I touched my tongue to it, I tasted
something. It took me a minute to place it. It was dried cum,
and it appeared to have been smeared all over a massive dildo.
I explored it a bit more with my tongue imagining the day
that I'd be turned around in this cage and impaled on
this monster. But then I discovered a moist spot. It must've
been a pinhole, because no water was leaking out, it was
just slightly damp. Then it occurred to me. This was my water
bottle. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and wrapped
my lips around this plastic, cum-smeared cock, and began
to suck. Water dribbled into my mouth as I went down on the
dildo, and I slurped it up. I nursed that cock until my stomach
sloshed and my jaw ached, and then I collapsed in my cage
breathing hard. I kissed the floor of my cage with a grin.
I was being trained to suck cock just to get my nourishment,
and I was going to get used to tasting cum too.
Suddenly I heard a door and the room turned white. I hadn't
seen anything in at least a day, but it may have been longer,
and my eyes weren't able to adjust. I squinted at three
fuzzy silhouettes. "On your knees, bitch"
a feminine voice commanded sternly. The power in her voice
caused me to jump up out of instinct. Once I realized that
I wasn't a bitch, the idea of escape flashed in my mind,
and was gone. I was in no position to mount an escape, I was
just going to have to endure this.
I squinted my eyes and attempted to examine the room I was
in. Even though I was chained and caged in this room, the
room appeared to be a cell. It was cold concrete, with a few
pads on the floor, and the saddest excuse for a toilet in
one corner. Metal rings protruded from the walls, floor,
and ceiling. The cage door clicked and then creaked open
behind me. I turned my head to see what they were doing, but
then I felt a burning slash across my ass. I yelped at what
could only have been a riding crop. How many hundreds of
lashes had I dispensed to my slaves? I had no idea, but I knew
that right now a welt was rising across my ass cheeks, and
it would soon be a black and purple line. I felt them unshackle
my feet from the cage, and then pull them close and chain
them together. They released my wrists too.
"Lay down, and put your hands behind your back, slave."
I hesitated briefly. I was no slave. But then I felt a second
stinging slash, this one on my lower back. I dropped do my
stomach and threw my hands behind me, wincing. Arms reached
through the bars and cuffed my wrists together.
"I can see you've been a thirsty little cocksucker, "
the woman said. "You've nearly drained your
water bottle. Perhaps you'd like some more."
With that, one of the two men, who I could now see as a muscular
black man with a bald head left the room and returned with
a glass. I thought he was going to pour it into my water, but
the glass was empty. As I lay bound in the opened cage, I watched
him walk over to the toilet in the corner, kneel down and
scoop up some water. He then came back and poured it into
my bottle. I wanted to gag. But then I thought of all the things
they could've put into my water, and a little toilet
water didn't seem so bad after all.
"Now, lets get you taken care of for today."
My ankles were grasped firmly by the other man, and I was
pulled out of my cage on my stomach. The black man walked
back over and together they lifted me up by my arms. They
carried me over to the toilet, and sat me down upon it. They
pushed my knees apart. The light was dim, but I could see
the water below my dangling cock and the sparkle from my
new piercing. I could now see the second man. He was white,
and a little bit chubby. He just looked like a middle class
wage slave, except that he was standing before me wearing
some kind of leather harness. I got my first glimpse of the
woman as well. She was beautiful. She wore a leather corset,
stiletto heels and long black gloves.
The chubby man was carrying a plastic bag. From it, he produced
a toothbrush and some toothpaste. The woman said, "He's
yours, honey, you do it." He looked at her, and then
stepped forward and thrust the toothbrush down between
my legs into the toilet. Once it was wet, he applied some
toothpaste to it and spoke his first word to me: "Open".
My mind for just a second, trying to think of a way to escape
having my teeth brushed with toilet water. Suddenly, he
slapped me across the face and commanded again. "Open."
This time I obeyed. He brushed my teeth thoroughly. One
does not realize how intimate of an act this is. I sat there
more embarrassed than I had been knowing that three strangers
were looking at my exposed cock. When he was done, he directed
me to spit. I leaned forward and did. Then he commanded me
to use the restroom. I tried to piss, but with three staring
at me, it was hard. After a few seconds, a small trickle began,
but there just wasn't much in me. My penis burned as
the urine flowed bast my piercing, but I gritted my teeth
and got through it. He reached behind me and flushed the
toilet, and then took a washcloth and dipped it into the
water. He gave me a quick sponge bath on the toilet, and then
produced some alcohol and cotton. He then began to visit
each one of my piercings. He swabbed them and turned the
rings. My nIpples burned, my cock did too, and my eyes watered
when he did it with the septum piercing. I think that was
the point. I could only imagine what it was going to be like
being led around by it. I had a new appreciation for why a
small man could control a large bull with such a ring. Finally,
he and the black man grabbed me and flipped me over and took
care of the piercing in my taint. I had no idea what that one
would be used for, and hadn't really heard of anyone
else being pierced there before.
When I was all done, the woman gave a look to the chubby fellow
and he left the room. He returned pushing some kind of padded
table on wheels. The surface of the table sloped downward
slightly. He locked the wheels in place and then came over
and grabbed one of my arms, and the black man grabbed the
other. The hoisted me up roughly, and hauled me over to the
table. They uncuffed me again and placed me on the table
on my back so that my head was on the lower end. I could see
lots of steel rings in the ceiling above me. My arms were
pulled down and attached to the table. My ankles were separated
from one another. Rope was tired to each of them which was
then looped through rings in the ceiling. My legs were pulled
up and apart until my ass was just starting to lift off the
table. I felt a tug on my balls, and I leaned forward. I could
see the woman doing something with them. I felt something
wrap around the bas of them tightly, and then a weight pull
them down. They were being stretched over the edge of the
table. I had been too dazed to be aroused by any of this until
right now. Suddenly my cock began to harden, but because
of the weight, instead of standing up, it stuck straight
out.
"Now slave, I'm going to tell you a few things
about your new position, but you will have to pay for this
knowledge."
"Pay?" I asked suddenly. As soon as I did, the
black man hit me in the stomach, hard. My head swam, and I
found myself unable to breathe for a second. Finally, I
began to gasp for air.
"Slaves don't speak unless commanded, and I
didn't command you to speak. If you keep it up, we might
just have to cut your tongue out. It would be a shame though,
because then you'd be useless to me as anything but
a pain slave. We've decided to keep you a little longer
than we agreed." With that, she took her payment by
strirking my stretched balls with the crop. The pain was
blinding, but I knew she had held back a great deal. "You're
not only going to be forced and used like you wanted, but
you will become a slave." Again, a lash. "We
are going to break you down and build you back up."
Another lash. "My husband here now owns you, "
she said motioning to the chubby man, before delivering
one more blow to my brutally abused balls. "Now, you're
on a strict diet. We're going to limit the amount of
protein you get in your food, so you're going to be completely
dependent on getting as much outside protein as possible."
With that she smiled wickedly, and slashed at my balls again.
Then she delivered three more blows to them in rapid succession.
I writhed against my bonds in agony. My erection was long
melted away now.
Then the woman came around and climbed up on my chest. "You
will do exactly as you are told or else my husband will make
sure you lose those balls." She straddled my face
and I instinctively leaned my head back so that her pussy
would cover my mouth, but she stopped and lowered her asshole
to my lips. "Now lick." I began to work my tongue
slowly around her asshole, getting it nice and slick. As
I was doing his I could see the black man approaching from
above me, his massive cock extended. "Now, tongue
fuck me, slave." I pointed my tongue and began pushing
it inside her. As my tongue parted her sphincter, the man's
cock entered her. Once my tongue was completely extended,
I began to pump it in and out slowly. The cock continued to
work its way in, and finally a pair of balls were dragged
across my forehead and as he buried himself to the hilt,
they came to rest on the bridge of my nose. Then he began to
fuck her slowly, raking them across my forehead repeatedly.
It was humiliating, and I realized that I was suddenly rock-hard
again when I felt a hand grab my cock. It was pulled upwards
roughly, and then the pressure on my balls was released.
The husband had apparently freed them. Then I found out
why, when I felt the pressure at my ass. I tried to relax my
asshole, but when I did, I felt a slap on my stomach.
"Did I tell you to stop?" I was so focused on what
was going on with the husband I had stopped rimming the woman.
I resumed my focus on the asshole that was gripping my tongue,
and just let the husband have his way with me. He pressed
his slickened cock into me, and began fucking. He grabbed
my spread and suspended legs and used them for leverage
as he drove in deeply. When he hit the base, my balls exploded
in pain. They were trapped between us, and apparently that
was the idea. He began slamming into me over and over, and
crushing my testicles with each inward stroke. I felt like
a filthy slut, but my cock stood straight up and oozed. With
my tongue, I could feel the pressure of the other cock in
the woman's vagina. It was slamming into her now, and
I could taste their combined juices dribbling out onto
my lips. My jaw began to get sore, and my tongue was screaming
to rest, but I kept pumping. FInally, I felt my mistress
tense and grip my tongue tightly. She began cumming violently.
She thrashed a bit on my face, and I thrust into her as deeply
as I could. The black man continued to fuck her hard, and
I could feel the sweat on his balls as they raked over my face.
Finally, with a grunt he rammed his cock into her, and I could
feel him pulsing inside through her rectal wall. He was
depositing his load inside her.
At the same time, the husband was having a grand time with
my ass. He would repeatedly pull out so far that my sphincter
would begin to close behind his penis, just so he could force
it back into me again. My balls were numb and throbbing,
from repeated crushing, and every time he thrust in, he
grabbed my hips and pulled them to increase the pressure.
Then the black man pulled out of my mistress. She slid down
off of my tongue and sat squarely on my chest.
"Clean him off, " she commanded, and a glistening
black cock touched my lips. I tilted my head back and opened
my mouth. "Remember, if you even think about biting,
you're going to lose something." I had no choice,
I opened my mouth as wide as it would go, tilted my head back,
and before I was ready, this dripping cock slid into my mouth.
"Get it spotless, or you're going to pay."
I began sucking on it to get the last drops of cum out of it,
and I swallowed those. Then I began working my aching tongue
over the head, scouring it clean, and swallowing the sticky
mixture. As I cleaned, he fed me more and more of his cock
until I was on the verge of gagging. Still there was plenty
to go. I was hoping I would get to clean it off from the sides,
but no such luck. He drove his cock back into my throat and
I couldn't help but gag. I was tilted back into the perfect
posture for a sword swallower, but I hadn't mastered
my gag reflex. I finally got it under temporary control
and wrapped my lips around the base of his cock and held my
breath. He then began pulling out, and my lips scraped every
drop of the mess off of his black cock and into my mouth. When
he pulled all the way out, I swallowed the mouthful. Tears
trickled down my face from my earlier gagging.
The husband continued to pound away at my ass, and I could
tell he was getting closer to orgasm. Once the black man
had completely removed his cock, the woman slid forward
again and commanded "Open, slave. You'll need
it, anyway." I did as I was told, and she shifted and
squatted over my face. She then squeezed out a massive glob
of cum. Most of it dropped onto my tongue, but just a little
splashed onto my lips. She continued to squeeze a dribbling
stream into my mouth. "Don't swallow, just hold
it." I did as I was instructed, and as the last drips
of her juices flowed into my open mouth, her husband was
positively ramming into me. He was going to blow his load.
She turned to face him, and said "In his mouth."
The husband pulled out out of my ass, hurredly stepped around,
grabbed my head and turned it sideways. He then jammed the
head of his penis in my mouth. There was no shit on it, but
I could smell my ass nonetheless. As soon as the head passed
my lips, it blew. Thick streams of cum shot against the back
of my throat and added to the pool already in my mouth. He
came in torrents, and he seemed to go on shooting forever.
When he was finally done, it was all I could do to keep the
cum in my mouth. I wanted to spit it out, but I knew that I would
regret that. I didn't want to swallow this massive
mouthful of cum, but even that was far better than just holding
it in my mouth.
The woman climbed off of me with help from her husband. I
turned my head back up to look at the ceiling. My face was
coated in vaginal juices and dribbles of cum, and I could
smell the musky odor of sex in the room. My ass throbbed,
my tongue ached, and my cock pulsed and pleaded for release.
Then my mistress and her husband walked out the the room
and closed the door. It was pitch black, I was still bound
to this table with my legs up in the air. I began to wonder
how long I would have to hold my captors' cum in my mouth.
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The Big Switch Pt 3
by Me
I stayed bound on that table in the dark until I began to drift
off. I
was exhausted, and my body ached. My mouth was totally
filled with two
loads of my captors' cum, and I knew
that if I spat it out, the
punishment would be far worse than
what I was currently enduring. I
wanted to swallow, and
I had some indication from my female captor that
I would
be getting a large amount of the protein in my diet from
cum,
but I was forbidden to do that too. I hadn't eaten in
days now,
and I was desperate to get anything into my stomach,
even two loads of
strangers' cum, mixed with my spit
and some vaginal secretions. God, I
felt so low.
I began thinking about food to try to stay awake, but that
caused me to
start salivating even more. My stomach rumbled
and gradually my mouth
began to overflow. I was going to
start to lose my precious meal if I
didn't swallow just
a little. I tried to only swallow a small amount,
but reflex
took over and I gulped down most of my mouthful. I was
screwed.
Realizing I would be punished for this transgression,
I
decided to make the most of it, and swallowed the rest of
the gooey
mess. I grimaced at the thought of gulping down
that much cum, but the
hours of lying with it in my mouth had
pretty much desensitized me to
the taste. I licked the rest
of it off my teeth, swallowed again and,
since I no longer
had to stay awake to hold that cum in my mouth, I
passed out.
I was awakened once again to a flood of light filling my concrete
cell.
I could see my three captors upside down from my position
on the
table.
"Clean his piercings, and then we can teach him a lesson
about
disobeying orders, " ordered the female.
I squinted and one of the
figures moved forward. I could
only assume it was the husband, since he
seemed to have been
given the responsibility of taking care of me. He
started
with my nipples. He swabbed them with alcohol, and then
turned
the rings. He moved to my taint, and my cock and cleaned
them as well.
Then he moved to my face, and my nostrils burned
with the odor of
alcohol as he cleaned my septum. When he
was done, he went back and
stood by the other two.
Then I heard that feminine voice again. "Now it's
time for your
punishment, bitch. I told you specifically
not to swallow that cum, but
you did it anyway. That mouthful
was going to be part of your lunch
today, yes, but it had another
purpose. It was going to be your lube
first. But now we're
going to have to insert your plug dry." She
motioned
to one of the figures. My eyes were adjusting, and I could
see
it was the black man. He moved up and I could see he held
a butt plug.
It wasn't huge, but it certainly wasn't
small. As he moved around
between my spread legs, which
were still suspended by ropes from rings
in the ceiling,
I began to pray that there were enough remnants of my
earlier
raping back there to ease this in. Unfortunately, I was
bone
dry.
He moved between my legs, and I contracted my sphincter
as much as
possible as he placed the tip to my ass. "Now,
push it in, " she
demanded. He began to force the plug
into me, and I felt like he was
just pushing my own asshole
back inside out. Then he began twisting it
back and forth
as he pushed it in. My ass burned, and it felt like I
was being
torn in half. I let out a cry of pain as he gave a
particularly
forceful twist, and then I felt a stinging slash of a
particularly
nasty whip across my stomach. "Keep your mouth
shut
slave." I fought back a whimper, and had to bite my
lip at the
next twist of the plug. My ass was on fire, and my
black captor just
kept at it. He wrenched that dry plug back
and forth until it finally
slipped in, no doubt somewhat
lubricated by a trickle of blood. When I
relaxed, I released
my lower lip from my teeth and tasted blood in my
mouth as
well. I was sure the damage to my lip was nothing compared
to
the damage that had been done to my anus.
"And now it's time for your punishment."
My heart sank. My ass was
destroyed and that wasn't
even the punishment she had in mind. "I'm
going
to whip you, and you're going to hold that plug in your
ass. If
you drop it, it's going to get much worse."
She raised her arm and
brought the whip down across my stomach.
It was something akin to a
cat-o-nine-tails. It was short
and black with several strips of leather
protruding from
the handle. Each individual strip was fixed with
sharp
metal studs which simultaneously pummeled and pricked
the tender
flesh on my stomach. The blows of the studs combined
with the whipping
created an agonizing combination. She
delivered another blow, and
another, and another. I tensed
with each lash, and then I felt it, the
plug was starting
to slip. I began to panic. It would have been locked
securely
in my ass, except that I was bleeding just enough to wet
the
plug thoroughly. I tried to keep my focus on the plug, and
endure
the beating. She continued to whip me until I felt
thoroughly
tenderized, and with each blow, the plug would
slip just a little. With
her last blow I felt the plug start
to go. I thought for sure that I
had lost it, and I thrashed
and struggled as much as I could in my
current position,
trying to get any leverage I could to keep the plug
in me.
Finally, I felt it start to slide back in, and the rest of
my
body relaxed, while my sphincter gripped that plug like
a vise.
"Not bad, slave. I guess we can let you relax for a while,
but you're
going to do it like the dog you are."
She motioned to the two men, and
they began to untie my legs.
I could feel one of them push the plug
back up inside me all
the way. It went in easily. When they got them
loose, my legs
went wonky. They had been bound up and stretched in
that
one position for too long. They then bound my ankles together,
and
proceeded to release my wrists. When they were freed,
they sat me up,
which drove the plug in as deep as it would
go, and then handcuffed my
wrists together in front of me.
"Now dog, back to your cage." They
lifted me
and carried me over to the open cage again. I heard the
whoosh
of the whip and felt a thousand stinging blows across
my
still-bruised ass. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes
tightly
for a moment, and then began crawling into the cage
as best I could.
Once I was inside, I collapsed on the floor
of the cage, and felt the
door slam shut behind me. I heard
it being locked, and then the woman
said. "Now lay
there and relax, bitch. Don't you dare move."
With that she crawled up onto the top of the cage, spread
her legs, and
said, "get over here and fuck me."
I looked up and saw the black man
approach her cunt, kneel
down just a bit, and then enter her. She
must've been
dripping wet after abusing me, because his massive
cock
slipped to the hilt in her pussy with little effort. He then
began
pumping in and out of her in long slow strokes. I watched
the show for
a bit, and then I heard something behind me.
Since the woman appeared
to be preoccupied with being fucked,
I chanced a glance back. Her
husband was standing at the
other end of the cage, directly behind me,
jerking off.
She was really getting into her fucking and was moaning.
She reached up
and raked her nails down the black man's
chest, but he just kept
plowing his thick tool into her cunt.
I watched her ass pressed against
the bars. His balls kept
slapping her over and over, and her cunt ran
with sweet fluids,
which dribbled down her ass crack and dripped right
in front
of my face. He was pounding harder and faster, and she
was
thrashing and screaming now. Finally, the woman was gasping
for air
and managed to say "Cum now." With that
command, the black man drove
all the way into her and let
out a low growl. She came violently right
then. He stood
there pumping his load into this woman's pussy, as
she
writhed and moaned directly above me. Cum oozed out
and landed before
me in splatters on the floor of my cage.
He kept his cock buried inside
her until she pushed him away.
When she did that, a flood poured out
and I actually felt
a few spatters of cum hit my face.
She lay on top of my cage breathing heavily, and dribbling
just a
little. Now that they had stopped I was once again
aware of her husband
behind me. He was working his cock furiously
and sucking in quick
shallow breaths. He was on the verge.
"Do it on him, " the woman
commanded sitting
up just a bit. He began to gasp and then with one
grunt I felt
a splash hit my upper back. Then another one. Then
another
hit my lower back and ass. Finally, one last stream of cum
shot
onto my right leg. The chubby man leaned over and braced
himself on my
cage. Once again I had been marked as his bitch.
I hated myself when I
realized that I was suddenly aroused.
Here was a man who appeared to be
a cuckold, lower than his
wife and her lover, but I was his toy. I was
even baser than
this man, and some part of me loved it.
"Now, for dinner." With that, the chubby man,
stood back up, and left
the room. he returned with something
long and somewhat smooth. It was a
cucumber, but something
had been done to it. Someone had taken
something like a very
small melon baller and made divots all over its
surface.
The husband held the cucumber and his wife spread her legs.
He
stepped forward and then pressed the cucumber into her.
She moaned, and
he began working it in and out. This continued
for some time until she
reached down, grabbed hold of the
cucumber and took it away from her
husband. She then pulled
it out and dropped it down into my cage. It
landed in front
of my face. All the divots had been completely filled
with
the mixed fluids of the woman and her black lover. I didn't
care;
I was starving. I crawled forward, picked up the cucumber
with my
cuffed hands, and began to bite into it.
"NO!" she shouted. It occurred to me suddenly.
Dogs don't have hands. I
dropped the cucumber and then
bent my head down and began to eat. She
seemed satisfied.
"Now, you can lick me if you like, " she said
to her
husband. He eagerly knelt down and dove between her
legs, slurping up
the sticky mess that had been made there.
I didn't care, I was
starving. I stayed hunched there
and devoured my cum-covered treat.
When I was done, licked
the floor clean, and then I crawled forward
just a bit more
to reach the water bottle at the back of my cage. I
began sucking
on the water-dispensing dildo. As I serviced this
plastic
phallus, I occasionally felt a drops of the woman's
juices on
the back of my neck. Her husband was tonguing her
to a second orgasm. I
continued to suck down my toilet water
like a good dog, while a second
orgasm wracked her body.
I looked up and saw her husband's face buried
between
her legs, with her hand entangled in his hair. After a
moment
she released him, and I went back to sucking that plastic
cock.
The two men helped her off the cage, and they made their
way to the
door of my cell. I looked back and saw the woman
turn around and say,
"Get some sleep, you're
going to need it." She then turned back and
closed
the door behind her. I finished drinking my water, and
then
curled up on the floor of my cage like a good dog. My ass
throbbed
around the plug. My nipples, septum, cock, and taint were
sore
where they had been pierced, my legs still felt a bit
shaky, and I
could feel the cum drying all over me. Naturally,
my cock stood
straight out and drooled. I hadn't been
able to cum yet, and I was more
than ready, but I was also physically
and emotionally spent. It only
took a few minutes before
I was asleep.
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The Big Switch Pt 4
by Me
I was allowed to get some real rest this time. My wrists were
cuffed in front of me, my ankles were shackled together,
and I was only wearing a collar, but the floor of my cage was
fairly comfortable. I actually awoke on my own, and squinted
around my dark cell. I got a chill when I thought that this
was going to be my new home. I had whipped, caged, and bound
many of my pets in the past, but I never intended to keep them
indefinitely. At the end of a few hours or sometimes days,
I would release them to go home to their families or jobs
and resume a normal outward life. I never had maintained
the illusion that they were going to be slaves indefinitely
and whether they consented or not. It just wasn't good
play. But then that was my problem: I had been playing. This
didn't feel like play anymore.
I got up on my hands and knees and leaned forward. Once again
I sucked nourishment from the dildo jutting into my cage.
This time I drank the reservoir dry and then I sunk back down
onto the floor of my cage. The cage was made of thick iron
bars on 5 sides. It was long enough to almost accommodate
me flat on my back, but could easily hold me curled up. The
floor of the cage was leather-clad wood, and it seemed to
be just a bit padded. It was one of the few kindnesses I had
known in this new life.
My body ached. My ass had been brutalized and still held
a large plug. My anus screamed for relaxation. My sphincter
wasn't used to this kind of treatment. Thank god I had
begun stretching it out in advance. The previous day's
torment pushed me past my limits as it was, I couldn't
imagine the agony that I would've endured had I not.
My piercings all throbbed, especially the one through
my septum. How much longer would I have to endure this? I
was starving too. I hadn't had much to eat but cum and
a cucumber. I knew that they wanted to break me, and starving
a person is certainly a way to do that. I remembered how I
longed to swallow that mouthful of cum, just to have something
in my belly, and would happily swallow another right now.
I wanted to cum too. Even though I now wanted this whole extreme
scenario to end, I couldn't help but ooze precum whenever
I thought of being made to serve as bitch to this peculiar
menagerie. What was becoming of me? To top it all off, I desperately
needed to piss. I had sucked water from the plastic cock
in my cage twice now without relief. I hoped they would return
soon and deliver me from my predicaments.
But they never released me from a torment without replacing
it with another. This was to be the case again today. I got
up and stretched as much as I could, and sat on all fours for
a while. It seemed to relieve a little pressure on my bladder.
I worried for a second that I would have to piss so badly that
I couldn't hold it, and then I'd be beaten and made
to sleep in the resulting puddle. Luckily, this was not
to be the case. What they had in mind for me next would provide
an even greater test.
The door opened, and once again I was blinded by the light
suddenly flooding the room. "Good morning, slave, "
spoke the woman. "I have some good news for you. You're
going to get a break from all this punishment, and you may
even be allowed to leave. You see, my husband, my lover,
and I are going to take a little trip. While we're gone,
you'll be left all alone in here. This will give your
wounds some more opportunity to heal. You'll want
to take care of them, because when we come back, we're
going to start using those new rings through your body...that
is, if you're planning to stay."
My mind raced. My god, could I really leave? Finally! I have
to admit that the loss of control was certainly as arousing
as I imagined it could be, but throwing away my life for it
was something else. It was a terrifying thought. There
were so many places I wanted to visit and things I wanted
to do, spending my life in a dungeon just to scratch this
particular itch didn't quite seem worth it any more.
"Before we go, we've got to do a few things with
you." At that announcement, my cage was unlocked
and opened. "You know you had better not resist. You
will comply now willingly or your opportunity to leave
will be revoked." Yes, I would submit willingly this
once, just for that. They unshackled my legs, and then pulled
me out of the cage and stood me on my feet. My legs were wobbly,
but I managed to keep my balance. The men each took an elbow
and escorted me to the toilet. They turned me to face away
from the toilet and the chubby white man removed the plug
from my ass. I grimaced in pain and bit my lip as the plug stretched
me even more on its way out. I imagined that my ass was bleeding
again, and I wasn't wrong. They sat me on the toilet
and then the woman said, "Now go." I complied.
I pissed freely now, not the least bit shy that these people
who had raped me on more than one occasion were watching.
I also evacuated my bowels. My asshole gaped and what little
I had in me just fell out with a few drops of blood. When I was
all done, the chubby man flushed the toilet. Once again,
he produced a bottle of alcohol and cleaned my wounds, this
time taking care to wipe my ass with the towel before throwing
it into the toilet.
"Now, kneel down." The two men put me on my knees
at the base of the toilet. The chubby husband left the cell
and returned clanging along with a sturdy length of chain.
They put the chain around the base of the toilet and locked
it tightly. They then locked the other end to my neck giving
me just enough movement to lay on the floor or sit hunched
on the toilet seat. A much smaller chain was produced and
it was connected to both the big chain and my wrists, greatly
reducing their range of motion. "Good. Here's
the deal. We're leaving right now. My husband will
leave the alcohol for you to clean your wounds, you will
have plenty of water to drink right there in the toilet,
and of course, you can keep yourself clean too."
My god, that seemed like absolute luxury at this point,
but I still wanted to hear about how I could leave, and she
sensed it.
"As for your release and food, well those two are related.
We will leave you a bowl of fruit." At that announcement,
she looked expectantly at her husband. He left the room
and returned with a bowl of fruit that looked absolutely
delicious. It was a mountain of peaches, apples, plums
and grapes, all ripe and glistening. "Since we're
going to be gone for quite a while, you will need it."
I was relieved and was already starting to plan out how much
fruit I would allow myself to eat each day, when she hit me
with the catch. "If every fruit is still in the basket
when we return, we will take it as a sign that you wish to be
released, and we will do so. If you even eat a single grape,
we will know, and we will take that as an acknowledgment
that you wish to give yourself over to us as a slave. We will
then begin training you in earnest." With that statement,
a wicked smile crossed her lips. Simultaneously I dreaded
the prospect and became aroused. After saying that, the
husband put the bowl of fruit down next to me and the three
of them left the cell, but they left the door cracked, and
the sliver of light hit the bowl of fruit.
I was desperately hungry, and every piece of fruit in that
bowl looked exquisite. I had the distinct feeling that
the husband hand-picked each piece to be as tempting as
possible. I was, after all, supposed to be his bitch. I could
hear rustling from outside the sell and movement for a while.
I assumed that they were packing and moving suitcases.
After a while, there was no sound. They were gone.
I hunched down there and wondered how long I would be chained
in this room. It didn't matter, really. I had an endless
supply of water, and no matter how hungry I became, that
would be enough. I was left with nothing but my thoughts
and these few artifacts. How absurd was my life? Only a few
weeks ago, I was a college professor, and now a toilet bowl
was the center of my life, and my only source for sustenance.
My stomach grumbled, and I was desperate for the food, but
I resisted. I didn't really have a good sense of time,
but I let my body regulate me. I was sleeping a lot more now,
because I was so hungry. Whenever I thought I might not be
able to hold out any longer, I would dunk my head into the
toilet and drink my stomach full. Whenever I awoke, I cleaned
my piercings. It was a difficult task with my wrists chained
as they were, but I could contort my body and barely reach
the ones between my legs. I was planning to remove them all
as soon as I got out, but in the meantime, keeping them infection
free wasn't a bad thing. They were getting better.
Over several days I could tell a distinct improvement,
especially in my taint piercing and my prince albert.
I did what I could to keep my mind occupied. I cleaned the
toilet often, and I examined the room. I admired the construction
of my cage, and the layout of the rings on the wall and in the
ceiling. The room wasn't large, but there was more
than enough room for me, my cage, a large piece of bondage
furniture, and several people. My mind wandered, and I
kept thinking about scenarios that I would put a slave bitch
through if only I had this room. I found myself spending
my days alternating between sleeping and being completely
aroused. What was I doing? I had had my fun, I had been a bitch,
and I was ready to return to my life. Or was I? I mean really,
I hadn't been broken. I had always wondered what it
would be like to be broken and crave submission. But I hadn't
experienced that, I was just forced to submit. That had
its own charm, but I felt raped, not owned. But my god, would
I really be willing to give everything up just to know what
that was like? What if I didn't care for it, and then
I was stuck? As the days passed, I had plenty of time to think.
God I was tired, but I held fast. I was ready to leave. If only
I could wait, I would have a massive steak dinner. No more
protein from cum, I would chow down on red meat. I salivated
at the prospect. My thoughts routinely alternated between
fucking and food. I tried to masturbate a few times, but
I found that the combination of difficulty of position,
and extreme weakness due to hunger were too much to overcome.
I sat almost dozing against the toilet bowl. I was weak,
and I could barely keep my eyes open. I had no idea how long
I had been chained in this room, but it seemed like a couple
of weeks. While such deep piercings always take a long time
to heal, they had reached a reasonably serviceable state
now, and I suspected they would be returning soon. The bowl
of fruit sat beside me, untouched. Only the apples still
looked juicy and fresh. The rest of the fruit had seen better
days.
Just as I was about to drift off, I hear a distant click. This
was it! They were home. I heard the rustling and movement
of several people and luggage. I smiled with what little
strength I had left in me. I could hear them approaching.
Finally, my slavery was about to be over, I wouldn't
have to experience a lifetime of use, and abuse. I heard
footsteps approaching, and my mind swam dreamily through
a million scenes of torment that I wouldn't have to
endure. There were gang bangs, glory holes, fisting, and
much more taboo scenarios that occurred to me. I would be
free to go back to being a professor, and taking the occasional
naughty student home for a spanking. But suddenly that
seemed inadequate. I just kept picturing myself being
used. What did it matter if I lost my job? I wouldn't
have to worry about money. They were almost to the door and
I panicked. With the last of my strength I dove for the bowl
of fruit, and swooned.
I was on the verge of passing out, and dreamily I heard a male
voice. He sounded disappointed that I hadn't eaten.
Then I felt something cold and hard against my face. It was
the pointed toe of a leather boot, and it pushed me away from
the edge of the fruit bowl. I heard my mistress say, "Don't
be so sure." She had seen the bite I had just taken from
the topmost apple. I swallowed it and passed out. I would
live my life as a slave.
To be continued...
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I was sort of challenged to come up with a sexualized slave scenario (okay, I'm the one sexualizing it in the way that I would like most of my life somewhat sexualized.) involving a riding lawnmower.
So I imagine now that I'm taken out for my exercise naked, collared and cuffed, and slathered in sunscreen. I've also got my balls strapped into a hanger with some weights dangling from it. My owner drives the lawnmower and I lope alongside it keeping pace. In my ass there resides a little remote control ball..a shock collar of sorts, albeit a fairly weak one. I run alongside the lawnmower just to one side. She puts me through my paces, moving slowly and then turning the corner and making me keep up with a near all-out sprint. Whenever a piece of trash, stick, or rock is in the way, a single jolt in my ass sends me darting ahead to clear it out of the way. After a while of this I'm dripping with sweat. She stops the mower in the shade and I stop, panting. But that relief doesn't last. Two jolts in my ass send me running to the house to fix a drink for my owner, and before I go in I'm allowed my own drink, from the trough beside the front door. I stick my face in and drain several large gulps of water quickly before going in to prepare my owner's drink. Once done, I run it back to her, with the weights jangling against my balls. She drinks most of it, and fires up the lawnmower again. We then finish mowing the lawn. I'm tired, and she's a little sweaty, and I'm positively dripping. Before we go into the house, she stands me up against the wall, and hoses me off with a power sprayer. She takes cruel delight in focusing that stinging stream against my already sore balls, but I know better than to cover them. When she's satisfied with one side, she flips me over and hits the other. Finally she leads me to the porch, puts me on my back in the shade, and the squats over me to let me drink in her pussy, and freshen it back up so that she can go inside and fuck her husband. When she's nice and clean and thoroughly aroused, she locks my balls up to a chain and leaves me outside like a particularly perverted dog.
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Here's a fantasy I had once, and it occurred me me again this morning while I was supposed to be working, so instead of doing that I'm going to write this entry. I wanted a collaring ceremony like a wedding. I have gone over hundreds of permutations of this, but I like the idea of my female owner in something black and classy yet sexy, but with a big black strap on jutting out front, and I would be in something suitably humiliating and satisfying her whims. That could be a naughty wedding dress, naked, etc. Of course I'm walked down the aisle in a suitably humiliating manner. I like the idea of putting the collar on me instaed of a ring, and then when I "kiss the bride" I'm forced to deep throat the strap on in front of everyone in my thoroughly humiliating attire. There is something alluring to being there naked and with bound wrists while everyone else is dressed for a wedding. As for what humiliating debauchery happens at the reception...I've got far too many possibilities floating around in my head to do any of them justice.
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I was talking with someone and a thought occurred to me: I've often thought that eating from a dish on the floor (and being made to drink from the toilet even) like a dog would be utterly fantastic for having it put me in my place. But I was considering all sorts of possibilities for this. At first I considered just the above. Then it occurred to me that since I am a good cook and would be preparing food for my owner anyway, it would be nice if I just made them a large portion, and they ate what they wanted, and then scraped the rest into my bowl after they had finished. Just a big cold pile of whatever. Then I started thinking about if there were other slaves present in the house. How I might make large portions, and we would all have to get down and consume the remains from a trough. But a slave should be eating like a dog and not using hands, which could be very messy...unless the slaves are made to lick each other's faces clean. I think having to do this a few times a day with another man or two would definitely rank up there in the exciting forced bi category for me. It would be so difficult. Oh and then I thought about the idea of us being rewarded for preparing dinner by being permitted to jerk off and shoot over the food before we eat... But that was just a last minuted addendum.
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I like a fit owner, but I don't mind a more voluptuous one either. But why do so many near me look like they ate a voluptuous owner?
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I always liked the idea of intense 'training' of a sort that comes with a final exam, and then becomes an established part of your life as a slave. Here's what I mean: Let's say you want to train your slave to consume your urine. In addition to his normal duties, rituals, chores, etc. he now gets ramped up in this. Maybe the first day, he's given a shot glass. Then based on his performance, he's given more in a glass and made to consume it. Then more, and finally you begin to fill his mouth each day and he cannot spill a drop. Once he can do that, you mix it up and increase the amount or number of times until it seems as though he can consume any amount. Then comes the test. You hook up a hose to a urinal, and throw a party. You leave him some way to signal if he's had too much, and if so, you go back to the training and arrange for another test, and another, until he can pass. Once he passes, he now consumes every drop you produce while he is around. This becomes a new aspect of his life. After a break, you start a new challenge.
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I'm getting a Ph.D. in the hardest of hard sciences, and I got a couple of undergrad degrees in the hardest things I could find. I started as an artist, and came out a classically-educated scientist. I'm a genius. It's not like Will Hunting, though. I don't thumb through a book and know everything in it. Things just make sense to me much faster than most. Art, language, math, logic...it's all the same. I never took organic chemistry, but I need to know it. I'm through four chapters in about an hour and it seems easy. I know it will get harder as I go, but I think most people would've been tearing their hair out already. So why all the bragging? It's not bragging really. I just want you to know who it is that you are dealing with before deciding I'll be your slave. I do need mental stimulation, and the reason I tried to be dom so long was that whenever I subbed, the person I subbed for wasn't creative or engaging enough to keep me challenged. Part of this is just being random and unpredictable, and part of it is being creative. The best part about the creative thing is that you have at least one great tool to come up with ways to torture me: me! On the other hand, I don't want to be dictating my punishments, predicaments, experiences, etc. It's a tough balance. But I do thrive on doing the intellectual work for others as well. I once tried to serve a woman by writing her papers for school. It turns out that she wasn't a good potential owner, but I did like that experience...especially because it violated my principles.
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Oh, and one thing. As a slave, I
would like to never fuck my owner. I know it's weird, but I think that
levels the playing field too much. I like the idea of being allowed to
jerk off as a reward (especially under some humiliating
circumstances). I once read a story where a man was taken as a puppy
slave, and in the end, he would only be released from chastity and
allowed to cum by humping his owner's leg. That's not necessarily my
fantasy, but it is incredibly degrading. I always thought that some
forced bi, deprivation, or other limiting distraction would be ideal.
Like you can only masturbate with a dick in your ass, or cock in your
mouth, or while gay porn...or in a dark room with no stimulation....or
only in front of people who are giggling at you.
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I was talking to a potential owner today and letting my mind wander about being a slave in a situation with multiple other slave "brothers." And I was thinking how I would love to be bottom on the rung. She pointed out that i probably wouldn't be alone with that thought. I'm not sure how to resolve that conflict, but that is something best left in our owner's hands. I was just fantasizing about being kept in a cell, and bound to a footstool or something. My ass would be up in the air, and after days or weeks of sexual play and denial, they would be left with access to my ass all night. Mmmm. I once had a similar fantasy involving dogs. I know that bestiality is vile, repugnant, and out-of-the question to most people. It's all of those but the last for me. I really am terrified about finding an owner into it for many reasons. The one thing that ever intrigued me about it, though, was how base it is. I mean there's nothing more humiliating than being lower on the sexual ladder than a dog. It horrifies me. And having anyone else witness this does too. Why is it that those things that humiliate and debase me most are the things that keep popping into my head? Now I know that suddenly nobody will be interested in me after this post. I just hope you realize that this is not a requirement, a desire, or anything else. I've never done anything with an animal, and wouldn't want to unless forced. And then I would only want to please my owner and accept my status. I just can't deny that desire to go as low as I can.
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I know that my journal entries are a bit me-oriented. But I know that being a slave is not about that. I do feel that I should find someone who thinks along the same lines as I do, because while I do want to find myself completely owned and controlled, slavery entered into willingly is something different than slavery of old. I was reading some profiles on here, and there are some Mistresses/Dommes/Whatever They Wanna Be Calleds who live in a family with a child and offer no sex. I could live a life in chastity like that I think, but I would need to at least have someone fuck me from time to time. I also don't really want to have my own child, but I think I could contribute greatly to raising and educating one (in an utterly non-sexual manner). Kids love me. I'm goofy, fun, and I love educating (especially in science, math, and literature, and history). I like the thought of having punishments and priviledges centered around the success of the child. I don't know, though. How unvanilla can you really be on a day-to-day basis with a child in the house?
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I was just remembering an idea I had for a water bottle for a cage. I liked the idea of being prepared to suck cock and having that become something pivotal in my life...even something I crave for reasons other than the degradation. I thought that it would be neat to have a hamster water bottle attached to a cage to train me to suck. The front would be a dildo and I would have to suck my water from that. I would love to sit down and engineer different ones that trained me to use my tongue firmly (just for the workout) and one where I had to practice deepthroating to get the water. Imagine if your slave has the choice of learning to deepthroat or going without water.
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Are other slaves like this? Watersports is awful for me, but that's why I love it. It's so base, but relatively harmless. On the other hand, if my owner weren't into it, I wouldn't be either. I'm highly intelligent, but fairly pliable in terms of my fetishes. Whatever gets someone off tends to get me off. I think that scat and blood are the two things that really break me completely out of everything sexual. So does having something cold in me. It will literally make me throw up and feel utterly physically ill. I mean the big three taboos that most people on collarme have are scat, kids, and animals. Kids are understandable, because it's illegal and you don't want to mess with someone who can't consent. Scat makes me physically ill. As for animals...I think it's completely vile to think of myself with a dog, but I think that if I had an owner with a strong enough will to see me in that kind of situation, and was willing to spend some serious time breaking me down, I can see it happening. I was recently shocked by my own arousal (and plethora of creative scenarios I thought of immediately) whenever someone told me that they'd want me "boxed." This is still not really anything but for fantasy fodder, but there's definitely something arousing about being so dependent on your owner, and so unable to resist anything you might be used for.
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Here's a fantasy I've had for a long time. I shared it with someone on collarme recently, and I got incredibly aroused by it. This will be incredibly difficult to sort out pronouns if I don't know the gender of my owner yet, but here goes nothing:
My owner and I go into a bar. I go and get us a couple of beers and my owner picks out a table for us right in the middle of the action. There are people all around us. We laugh and talk and drink the beer. While we do so, I may be sporting a butt plug locked into place by a chastity belt, or maybe have a ball seperator that has my balls held snugly buy a collar which is then attached to a collar on my neck by a piece of rope up my back... I can either sit square on my balls or choke. Since i"m drinking beer, I'm on my balls. None of that matters, but I just wanted to give you the idea that I'd be enslaved utterly even while we're out drinking apparently as equals. My owner would uncharacteristically offer to get the second round and would go to the bar. One beer would be refilled and the other glass my owner would take into the restroom. My owner would return with the two glasses and we'd begin to drink. And I would suddenly realize mine is piss. I'd be forced to sit there in my predicament drinking down a pint of warm piss in front of everyone while trying to not gag or grimace. Who knows how long this would go on, but it would be a great way for my owner to take me out for some extreme public play, drink all night, and still have a designated driver available.
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For some reason, I lose all interest in someone offering to own me if I give them gifts and money. This totally doesn't interest me, and probably not for the reasons you would expect. The main one is that it seems to give me all the control. As someone craving to be a slave and identify as such, it seems to give me the same sort of power I might have over a hooker. I can understand footing a travel bill or the cost of a dinner or being sent to buy toys to be used on me, but just forking over "tribute" ruins it for me. The funny thing about this is that if I did find the right owner and submitted to live a 24/7 slave lifestyle, I would not only willingly give over everything I made, I would feel giddy at the loss of control. Losing control of the last aspects of my freedom and the ability to even consider leaving slavery easily. Money doesn't mean that much to me, but I'm looking for someone to eventually own me, not to milk me for rent money. In the end the result may be the same, but the intent and the drive are worlds apart.
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