skipperslave

STANDING NAKED, COLLARED AND LEASHED IN FRONT OF HER, TWO OF HER GIRLFRIENDS WATCHING AND WITNESSING THE CEREMONY, I HEARD THESE WORDS FROM HER BELOVED LIPS:

“SLAVE! On your Knees” 

"DROP TO YOUR KNEES NOW, QUICKLY;  DON'T JUST GET DOWN, DROP QUICKLY WITHOUT HESTITATION -- BOW DOWN AND PRESS YOUR HEAD TO THE FLOOR, ARCH YOUR BACK, RAISE YOUR ASS. 

From this day forward this is how you will live your life --  always naked and on your knees to me as My SLAVE and my property.  You have no other life than as my toy and thing, for my use and enjoyment.  I will whip you morning, noon and night, every day of your life, for the rest of your life. 

And give you to other women to be so used and whipped, whenever I please.  You are property, much as my table, chair, or pet dog. I own you.  I can sell you, rent you, or give you, or just share you with any woman.  If the women I give you to or rent you to wish to give or rent you to other women during the time they own you, you will be also the slave of those women, just as you are to me, to obey them without question, immediately and with a good attitude. 

If, for example, I give you to a friend for a month, and she gives you to a friend for two weeks, and that woman gives you to another for one of those weeks, and that one gives you to other women each day during her week of her ownership of you, and those women give you for several hours each day to other women, then you will go and be the slave to all those women, just as you are to me.  One bad report from any will endanger my keeping you.  

Further, you are always the slave of any woman in my house, whether she knows this or not is of no concern to you.  You will obey any woman in my home, as you do me.  And that is the case whether I am there or not. 

My first command to you is that you are to have an erection, immediately, whenever I snap my fingers, just once, no matter where we are or what the circumstances.  That is my proof you are my willing SLAVE.  And it will make you in a good state of
heat and lust, which I know will ensure your willing obedience. 

I will train you in the ways in want you to be as my SLAVE.   There are commands for you to know and obey instinctively, positions for you to assume on those commands.  You will learn them so that your obedience is immediate, instantaneous,
complete, and willing.

Remember the first command:   one snap of my fingers and you have an erection.

Commands I will give you that you will learn and obey immediately, without thought or contemplation:

HARD and/or UP -  whenever I use either word, in even the most innocent sense, you will immediately have an erection.

ON YOUR KNEES -  you fall to your knees, not gradually get down.  Fall. And then immediately bow down to me with
your head pressed to the floor.

PROSTRATE -  on your knees, press your head to the floor and put your arms out, palms down, and then turn them up,
raise and arch your ass.

PRESENT - sit up on your knees, spead your legs, and thrust your cock out.   Really, anytime I give this command, no matter where
or in what circumstances, the one thing that is required is that you have an erection and thrust it out to present it to me.

BOTTOMS UP - immediately stop whatever you are doing, bend over, grab your knees, arch your back and lift your bottom.

CRAWL - crawl to me or to wherever I tell you to go, on all fours, with your head pressed to the floor as you crawl.

COME HERE! - come to me immediately, without hesitation, quickly.

SIDE- walk beside me, even with me.

HEEL- walk two steps behind me at my heel.

SHOW - when you are clothed and I give this command you will immediately unzip your pants and take your cock out and show
it to me or whoever is with me.

DROP -  when you are clothed and I give this command you will immediately bend over, undo your pants and drop them, and
pull your underwear just below your bottom to expose both your bottom and your cock to me and whoever is with me.

STRIP - immediately take off all your clothes, quickly and stand for inspection.

SUCK - open your mouth wide and be prepared to suck whatever I require.

STROKE - whether clothed or naked, and no matter where, or who is with me, immediately grab your cock and begin to
stroke it.  Stroke until I give permission to stop but do not cum without my permission.

SLAP- Slap the head of your naked cock hard with your own hand until I give permission to stop. Do it with conviction, and pleasure in obeying me.

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A  Male Slave pays for his Training, enslaved by His Mistress without his consent to his Domme Trainers.

I am naked, walking about Mistress X's Apt, except for the gold collar about my neck, and the two other gold chains about my ankles.  They are there, on my ankles for when she ties them together to keep me hobbled, so, though not bound, I cannot escape her whip.  The collar on my neck to remind me she can put a leash there anytime she desires.  She keeps me thus, and also, always naked.

As I move about, cleaning her place, I am always aware of the sensuous feeling of being so totally naked, my cock and balls swinging, not enclosed in anything.  And my neck collared.  That is the way SHE likes me --  always naked -- in her place.  She left this morning to go shopping, but said she would return later in the day.  In the meantime, she expects her place perfectly cleaned by me while she is gone.  If I fail, well, I know what awaits.  I look forward to her return, because I know she will normally want to play with me when she returns.  No matter how hard she uses me, whips my bottom or my cock, or how hard she punishes my cock which she loves to play with and torture, I adore her and accept it. I Surrender to her every whim -- on the simple look of a raised eyebrow I fall to me knees and kiss her feet, lick her from head to toe, if she wishes, pledge my eternal devotion and obedience. 

I have allowed her to train me to immediate obedience on the simplest acts or voice command she makes to me requiring action.  A snap of her fingers, and I must have an instant erection, or suffer a cock and ass whipping.  Two snaps and I fall, not just kneel, but fall immediately to the floor on my knees and bow my head completely to the ground in front of her, without a sound.  On the command 'bottoms up' I stop whatever I am doing, bend over and grab my knees and raise and bare my bottom for the whipping I know will come.  On 'present,' I unzip my pants and bring out my cock erect and offer it hard to her, and it must be hard, and available to her slap, her whip, her crop, whatever she has at hand to beat it with.  Whatever she wishes to do with me she may.

But this time I am in for a surprise.  The doorbell rings, and I can hear the voices of two people, two women, it sounds like to me, talking and giggling as they ring the bell.  I do not have any knowledge of visitors SHE is expecting, so I do not answer.  Through the door I hear one female voice call out, "Hello, X sent me to give you a message, please open the door."

 Now I do not what to do.  I am naked.  I cannot open the door in that state, and X has not told me of anything like this to expect.  Our relationship is between me and her.  No others.

I go to the door and peer through the small peep hole and see the face of one attractive woman.  The door has an inside chain, which means I can open it, and still not have it fully open, locked by the chain, with enough space to see through to see who is outside.   I do that,  and look through the space there.  Two women are there, and both nice looking.  The taller one hands me a note through the door chain.  The note is folded so the outside has a place for an address, I recognize X's handwriting on the outside:  It says "'SLAVE' open this."  And it most definitely is her handwriting.

Now while my mind is whirling, I realize at least one thing, these women know I am X's SLAVE.

A Male Slave is Reminded he is the Slave of  All Women

The woman who handed me the note, says, with her eyebrows raised:  "Well?  Do you obey SLAVE?   She does not lower her voice so it is not heard in the hallway, and says it in an imperious way, loud and commanding.  I am embarrassed that others in the building, especially those who live in adjoining apartments may hear her, but also aroused.  But still, I am anxious for her to go away, or in some way avoid more exposure, so I open the note.

It says " SLAVE, these ladies are my special friends, I have given you to them to use as they wish, within the limits you have which I have explained to them.  Obey them as you would me."   It is signed with her name.  I have no doubt she wrote it.  But I was not expecting it, and still do not know quite how to respond.  But I am soon to learn.

The taller one is still there as I look through the chain lock, and she arches again her eyebrow and says "Open this door, or you will truly regret it when when X comes for you."  There is now no question in my mind I must do as this strange woman says, and so I do.

They enter. Both are dressed in a normal fashion.  Nothing strange about their appearance.  In fact, quite nicely dressed, and very female.

I am facing the two, hands at my side, naked  and now my cock not quite fully aroused and up, begins to lift.   Soon it is fully erect and hard as wood.  

After they enter, the taller one (Jane)  nods to the other (Lisa) , who steps to my right side and begins to unpack a small handbag.  As she does, Jane rakes me with her eyes, appraising me, she smacks my naked erect cock from side to side with the flat of her hand.  As I gasp from the first blows, the surprise with which she so easily takes possession of my cock,  she says "be quiet and be still, stand at attention, and thrust that cock out."    She looks to Lisa, and says, "finished?"  Lisa nods.  And so it begins.

As I stand at attention, Jane stops for a minute and says again, "now I want you to be completely obedient to ME, understand?"   I nod my head yes. "Stand at attention, shoulders back, butt out, chest out, cock out."

She begins again  to slap my erect cock --  left to right, side to side, with the flat of her hand, over and over as I gasp from the pain and try to control my urge to hide or protect it;  then at about the 15th blow from those side to side slaps, before I realize it is going to happen, she uses the flat of her hand to smack the head of my cock straight down.  I gasp from the pain and double over.  But she will have none of that, none of that.

She orders me to rise up from my bent over position where I am in pain, and stand at attention again.  And then waits, enjoying my anticipation of my own pain, she knowing I know what she is going to do as she raises her hand,  palm flat,  and then strikes straight down, and then again, and again, straight down. Over and over.  I gasp at each blow and twitch from my need to escape the blows.  I beg for mercy.  At that, She switches again, to side to side smacks on the head of my cock, but the blows are as hard as ever, and no mercy until finally I collapse to the floor, and on my knees in pain.  Completely subjugated, I bow my head to the floor at her feet and beg her to stop, to have mercy.  Then she relents.    But more is in store.

"A good start," Jane says, "but all it is, is a start and more is to come, and also, I have had all the fun until now.  Now it is Lisa's turn," as she turns to smile at her friend who now has unpacked the small handbag.

In the past, X had always spanked, paddled, and whipped me whenever she wished,  -- had flicked or snapped my cock, even whipped it with a soft belt or cloth,  as she wished, but never had she exposed me to other women, before this, and always, she would stop when I whimpered and cried in true pain especially when she inflicted it on my cock.

Now Jane tells me as I kneel before her, my head pressed firmly to the floor:  "X thinks she has spoiled you, so we are going to train you now, at her request.  We are lifestyle dommes, and From now on SHE will  KNOW, after we train you, in the future, just what she can do in her use of you, and require of you, to pleasure and please her.

Lisa, up to this point, had always seemed the milder of the two.  But oh, was I to learn how deceptive appearances can be.

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Lisa took from the handbag a leash, attached it to my neck collar, and then a rope and tied my ankles together using the anklets X had already placed there.  I was leashed and hobbled.  I was used to this, nothing strange here.

Lisa says to me,  "What is a SLAVE?"  I  replied, "Property.  Property owned, to be used and entirely used as My Mistress will, and if it is a living property, an animal, as this Male is, property to be trained and used to please and pleasure women."  "So," Lisa  said, "We will train you."

Jane took the leash from Lisa and led me like a dog across the room to the dining room, had me stand and bend over the dining room table, and arch my back and present my bottom.  And nodded to Lisa.  Jane held the leash, and then Lisa began.  First Lisa used a paddle, then a whip, and finally the cane.  I could not stand the cane.  I fell to the floor and begged for mercy, my neck up and back, held by Jane and the leash,.  

Lisa looked with pleasure on my supine body, naked, kneeling, face forced up by the leash in Jane's hand, and available to her.   Then she had Jane turn me by the leash on my neck, and make me sit upright and face her, spread my legs and present my erection to her.  I trembled, and shook, as Jane reached into my hair,  only using the leash slightly now, and pulled my head up with her hands in my hair; 

placed a foot in the curve of my back, and said :  "sit up straight, put that cock out there, make it stand out."   Lisa walked back to the handbag and took out a long switch, I almost fainted at the thought she would use it on my cock.  As she approached me, she began to wrap the business end with a soft cotton cloth.  Then to switch it back and forth.  It made a lovely sound -- to her and Jane.

Finally she stood before me snapping that switch and said:  "Present!"  I was not sure what to do, but she made it plain.  She said, "from now on, when you hear the word "PRESENT" you are to face your owner,  whoever SHE may be, kneel and present that cock of yours, up and erect, and deliberately and positively thrust it forward and out so it is a good target for the whip or cane."  I was already kneeling and facing her upright, with an erection, but now I thrust out my cock as she had commanded.

She began to switch my cock  from side to side, and then changed to switch it straight down.  I was in great pain and pleasure, but with the leash on my neck, held by Jane,and Jane's other hand in my hair holding me upright, there was little I could do to escape the switch.  I had never felt that before, and it did give both pleasure and pain.  But Lisa was into pain.  She had moved to a mindset of frenzy in her switching, and seeing I could take little more of that, she dropped the switch, went to the handbag, and took out a chamois flogger, and began to use that on my cock.  After 20 lashes, I cried for mercy, and using all the strength I had left, bowed my head to the floor pulling against the leash held by Jane to get my head down, down, in complete submission, and also of course, protecting my cock as I bent down to put my head pressed to the floor, even as Jane held me by the hair and the leash to my neck.  With that, Lisa stopped.

Jane then went to the couch and slowly removed her clothes, and lay down at full length.  Lisa took my leash, jerked the collar on my neck and led me to Jane, on my knees. She ordered me to take Jane's toes in my mouth and suck.  And I did, lustily, fearing what might happen if I did not.   Each foot I took into my mouth, and sucked those toes, and then I was led closer to her face.  Jane dangled her right hand, and then her left, and I sucked her fingers all five from first her one hand and then the other, forced into my mouth. Then her earlobes.  As I did the duty to her they required Lisa was whipping my bottom as I knelt there, with a flogger, alternating at times with a belt.

 "His mouth and his tongue are ready, and know what to do" Jane said, "Now make him pleasure me. "   Lisa jerked my head upright and said,  first, he must be whipped even harder, to make sure he is ready."

Lisa had me bow down again, even though I was on my knees before Jane on the couch; had me press my head to the floor, then raise my buttocks by arching my back.  She whipped me first with the soft chamois whip, then switched to the belt, then at last to a cane.  The cane was unbearable.

She was always commanding me to arch my back, present my bottom.   When I thought I could take no more she turned me to her, using the leash, and made me sit upright and thrust out my cock – she stood above me, with that switch that was wrapped in soft cloth, and began to whip my cock.  I cried in pain and pleasure, but she had no mercy, holding my neck by the leash, my ankles cobbled so I could not run or hide.

When I could no longer sit up and present to her my cock, but instead crumpled to the floor in pain and obedience to her, she stopped.  Now she knew I was ready.

Jane got off the couch, and lay on the floor.  Lisa, using the leash, put me to her, to service her, and said:  "Lick her, start at her feet, and suck those toes, and lick her from toe to head, and keep that bottom raised at all times.  I did so, as Lisa's switch fell on my bottom over and over.  I tried desperately to please Jane, but Jane wanted more, as I knew she would.  Lisa now commanded as I finished sucking Jane's nipples and her fingers, "Now, lick the curve of her ass.  Do it!"  I went to it, for fear of the lash in Lisa's hand.  As I licked her ass, Jane brought herself to climax.

After Jane and I had rested, she stood and took the Leash from Lisa, and nodded her head.  Lisa lay on the floor, and using the leash to my neck, Jane brought me to her, to lick and service her as I had Jane. Using the whip to urge me on, whenever I slowed. Finally, bringing my head to Lisa's cunt, Jane said, "now pleasure her with that tongue.  Get to it."

When they were finished with me for their pleasure they each whipped me again.  Then unleashed me and made me kneel facing the door.

"We are leaving,"  Jane said, "but X will be arriving soon.  Stay in that position, naked and face down, on your knees,  and face the door so you are what she sees when she first opens the door, until SHE arrives.  I am sure she will find you well trained now."

“And,” Jane said, “you better have a good pile of cum drippings beneath your cock on this washcloth we will leave there beneath it. “

Lisa adds,  "By the way, she will be branding you on her return, because she intends to share you with other women from now on  --  now that you are trained, and she wants to be sure you will be known no matter who she gives you to for future use, as her property.  Also you should know, she paid for this training session of you, with YOU. 

You are now also our property, our SLAVE , two days a week for the next six months.  We will have a lot of fun with you, but also, you should know, now that you are trained ….  well ….   We intend to put you up for auction every now and then among our girlfriends, when you bore us.   And you will bore us, we are sure,  but don't bore us too often….our friends could be harsher than we are."

“Before we leave,” Jane said, “there is one final lesson for you – X has also now made you the slave of all women.  You are from now on the slave, the total slave and property of any woman who claims you, even if we or X are not present when a woman makes that claim on you, even if she is a total stranger to you.  And no matter where she makes it, in public or private.  You will know that claim is made when a woman makes eye contact with you and snaps her finger three times in a row.  That is the signal to you to obey her instantly from that point on.

Do you wonder that you can do that, will do that?  do you doubt that you can or will?  Here is something to help you obey  instantly on that signal…” 

They had me stand, then bend over and grab my knees and arch my back.  Janet stood in front of me and took from the bag Lisa had brought into the Apt. a long bull whip.

She held it front of me, cracked it several times, then handed it to Lisa behind me.  And Lisa began to use it on me.  When I began to whimper and cry for mercy, they gagged me; tied my hands to my knees as I was bent,  with ass upraised and offered to their whip, tied my ankles again.  And then proceeded to whip me hard with the bull whip.   When I fell down, they picked me up and untied my hands, put me on all fours on the floor and tied my hands again.  Then began the whipping again. 

After 30 lashes they stopped.  They put me back on my knees facing the door to await X and warned me again to keep my cock hard and dripping, with evidence of that on the cloth they put below it. 

As they were leaving I heard them talking about a “Slave Hunt” in a few weeks.  They seemed to think I would be a good Slave to include.  From their conversations it seems it would take place in a remote rural area, with large fields and woods, with 5 or so male slaves released naked into same fields and woods but with shoes, given a 30 minute head start, and then female dominants in pursuit with paint guns to shoot and mark and claim their slave captures and lassoes to throw about their necks and bring them in.  Janet and Lisa were in thrall just talking about it.  I was in wonder that soon I would be such to them and to X, nothing but some animal, some property, lassoed and led by rope and collar and used  by any woman who captured me.

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Dominique Brands and Sells Lee at FEMDOM Slave Auction

Prologue

There is no doubt: A man in love, or in heat is a damn dumb animal, and a very obedient one when a woman has him in heat and keeps him constantly in heat. And so now I was kept in that state of everlasting heat and slavery and auctioned to some Mistress. With My luck she would be ugly and foolish, but I would be her slave nonetheless. What is more, once she owned me, she could sell me or give to any other women she wished to. My days with Dominique would be over for a long long time. Whoever bought me, would own me for 6 months under this contract. And longer, even forever, if she wanted to pay Dominique again for me.

Auctioned

I stood behind the curtain, unable to see the stage but I could hear the Lady Auctioneer winding up the sale of the current Male slave being auctioned. He had not done too well, he had gone for a song. One angry Mistress there and he would pay. I could hear off to my left, a short distance away, the sound of the previous Male Slave who had been sold, being punished for the low price he had brought. The Rule of the FEMDOM auction house was that any Male brought before it for auction who sold for less than $500 for a month’s use would be severely punished immediately afterward by his Mistress and the woman who had bid second highest for him. The auction house took its cut and a $500 bid was considered almost a waste of its time and facilities.

I could hear the whips crack and snap, the sound of the lashes hitting his bared bottom. He was being double whipped by two women. I shivered at the sounds, and all the waiting slaves, male and female not yet auctioned, could hear the same. The Mistresses who were bidding could faintly hear it, and I am sure it roused their passion and libidos to some extent. 

The two female slaves who had brought me here were each holding me by the ear on either side of me. One had in her other hand the rope tied to my cock. I was so excited and erect, by the nakedness of the scantily clad women slaves beside me, I felt I would die from the constant state of being in lust. 

But I could not help it, I was nervous, certainly. I had never done this before, and I was humiliated at the thought I was so naked, so vulnerable, so available to the sight and touch of strange women, Mistresses and female slaves all about me in attendance of the auction and in the room while My Mistress was preparing me for presentation. And they did touch me, female slaves and Mistresses alike, fondle me, and stare at me and my erection, when I did have one, judging my body, my cock and bottom and shape with their eyes, stroke my cock and pinch and pat and slap my bottom as casually as if they owned me, as they were entirely entitled to do to me or any other man there, while my Mistress Dominique administered to me. 

I was also frightened for I knew what awaited me, and I did not know how I would react to one event in particular, which Dominique had in store for me – a public and significant, branding. 

 Now it was close to my turn for presentation. How could I agree to this, to be branded? I remembered how this had started. Dominique had always teased me that she could give me and my body, my cock, my ass, all of me, and require anything  and all of me, to any woman she wanted to, because I belonged to her, and my cock belonged to her -- I was her slave and her property, and my cock also, for whatever use or purpose she wished for it. First she had tested me by giving me to ugly Helen and Helen was allowed to give me or rent me to other women, ugly some of them, few of them attractive. But I was made to be SLAVE to all of them. Their property, their animal, much as a horse or dog, was owned, so they owned me, and used me. This went on for a few years, as Dominique broadened my sense of enslavement to her. She had often also teased me with the threat to brand me, or allow Helen to brand me. But had never done it.

 My slavery was consensual, so until she actually received my agreement to be branded, she did not pursue the thought, though she often mentioned it. My agreement was essential to her, because she did not want me forced. She liked it that whatever I did for her, and allowed her to do to me, at her command, was done out of my desire for her and devotion to her. 

            Practices at FemDom Auctions

But she knew about these auctions which were primarily for the presentation of male slaves to dominant women, though bi and gay females were also included. The female slaves were used as attendants and keepers of the males on auction, with full authority over them, until the male was put on stage, but these women slaves were auctioned also -- but only to the dominant women attending as bidders, not to men. 

No men were permitted at the Auction House except the male sales. Dominique wanted me auctioned there because it would make her better known in the BDSM community and probably increase her stature in the community of women dommes, and as she said, success in life is all about social contacts and position in the chain of dominance.

 With more visibility in that community she would get to share in more male and female slaves other women had taken and could or would lease or rent to her. I had resisted at first, but finally agreed. 

 She had practiced the presentation of me for weeks beforehand, because she wanted a good price for me, maybe even the highest.

 Auctioning Male Slaves

 The FEMDOM Auction House had evolved several methods and procedures to ensure the male slaves were fully obedient and under control at all times. They were used without exception, once a Mistress brought her slave to the Auction House. 

 First, he was stripped completely, and his clothes burned; then he was hobbled with locked irons and chains at his ankles so that though he could walk, he could not move quickly, and in actuality his walk was part shuffle, part walk. He was collared, and the collar locked to his neck. One arm was chained to his neck collar, usually his right, so the arm was useless. This had purpose, as males are stronger than women physically, and sometimes might resist the punishment they were to receive if they were not so restrained.

 The Ladies had plenty of experience with this Auction and they had learned over time, that occasionally an errant Male Slave would act up. Testosterone in the male was a problem at times. Some men, fully obedient and subservient up to that time, would rebel at the thought of what was about to happen to them, and no matter how strong their devotion to the Mistress that brought them there, react with resistance / fear, or sometimes rage, or react with uncontrolled lust and predatory instincts to the presence of so many sexily clad & near naked or totaly naked women near them.

   So proven methods were now used to guard against such outbursts and ensure control of the strongest men. 

  Second, as much as possible, Males were kept in a state of heat. Horny men are usually obedient men, especially if they are very, very horny. The female slaves served this purpose well, as they were scantily clad, and sometimes when they really wanted to tease the male slaves, totaly naked, and they were not only permitted to fondle and stroke the male slaves during the preparatory time, but encouraged to do so. 

 BUT – to ensure control of the Men, electric prods/wands capable of delivering a rather heavy, but safe, voltage were kept handy throughout the place, and always in the hands of all female slaves and either in the hands of or near each and every Mistress. When applied to the cock or balls of a Male, the result had a shattering effect on any man. 

             Showing Male Slaves Possible        Treatments and Whipping Males for Example

This was demonstrated to each Male slave individually when he was brought in and initially stripped, collared and hobbled in preparation for his presentation. After stripping and collaring, etc., He was told what was about to happen to him, and why it would be used should he misbehave and fail to immediately obey any command of any woman there, no matter what that command was. 

 Each Male was made to stand at attention, and await and submit to 3 quick actions by an attending female slave – she quickly touched the head of his cock with the electric prod and after he recovered from that, his balls. And then for a longer time, with some deliberation, she would apply it to his buttocks, slowly bringing it down along the cheek lines, from behind,  to between his legs and again touch his balls. That was enough to bring each man to his knees in complete subjection. It was a lesson not forgotten, especially as the voltage could be increased with a simple switch on the handle -- which at the highest voltage would stun a man to the ground when it touched either his cock or balls, and each Male was told this and then brought to a special room to observe the effects of higher voltage on a naked man.

Then each Male was soundly whipped by a female slave on his bottom then turned and whipped on his cock till he fell to his knees from the pain.  After that Male slaves had no doubt that all females there owned him and could use him as they wished, dommes or female slaves alike.  He was the slave of any woman there.

 The Demonstration of the Electric Prod/Wand used on Male Slaves’ Genitalia

 Now the rules of the FEMDOM Auction House were that all Male slaves, while freely exhibited in all their nakedness and submissiveness to any woman there, were promised invisibility to other men. No other male slave could see them, nor could they see the other Male slaves. This also ensured no errant males, despite their hobbles and shackles could conspire together with their greater physical strength to rebel, resist or escape what was happening or would happen to them.

 But there was this exception. Each Male slave was brought by female slave attendants to a padded room, where all sound was muffled, after he had received the normal voltage of the wand and there made to watch the highest setting applied to other men. 

These men were again, those who had failed to fetch a good price at previous auctions and were donated by their Mistresses for even further punishment for that failure. They were -- to some extent -- hidden from identification and from seeing others, by Leather hoods on their faces, and a leather half robe on their shoulders covering their upper body. But their cocks and bottoms and legs were fully exposed. Three men were in this room hung by their tied wrists to hooks hanging from the ceiling and their ankles and feet fully tied to the floor so they could not move nor escape whatever was done to them.

What I had seen in that room was enough to convince me that no man, except one not in his right mind, no matter how wild and errant would dare misbehave or resist. 

While I watched, a woman took the wand at its highest voltage and pressed it firmly to the head of the erect cock of one of the men. He screamed as if dying, and shook all over uncontrollably. But she did not relent. After a minute, which must have seemed an eternity to the man, she lifted it, paused for a minute or maybe two, and applied it to his balls. Again the scream and the shaking. 

 In the meantime another woman had stepped to the man’s rear, nodded to the woman in front who lifted the wand now for a brief moment or so, and then applied it again to the man’s erection while the woman from behind applied hers to the man’s bottom, pressing it firmly against the man’s buttocks, sliding it up and down, and then from behind between his legs to touch his balls from behind. 

 When that happened the man broke, the wands applied simultaneously to both his cock and balls, his scream became hideous, he cried piteously, and shook as though he would pass out from that quaking alone. Then his head suddenly dropped to his chest, as if someone had cut it off so sudden was the drop. I thought he had passed out, but no. He probably wished he had, and those other two listening to his screams probably wished feverently they were not there. 

One of the female slaves attending me, while casually fondling my cock and balls, and flicking the head of my cock, explained to me that the women who did this were well-trained, so while there was great pain, there was no true permanent damage to the male’s cock or balls. I was not so sure of that. 

And, she explained, that with some 20 male slaves being SOLD at each auction, not only were the three men I saw before me needed as examples, but double their number. 

The pain was so great each punished man could take no more than about 2 such treatments that day, with plenty of rest between each punishment. So 6 – 9 such slaves were needed for each auction. And were kept handy for this purpose. Hung three at a time in the room and used only each time when we who were to be auctioned were brought in for our look-see. 

If not enough Mistresses donated a man, then the Head Mistress of FEMDOM House chose from her rather large stable those she especially wanted to punish, or train in utter submission. 

“A real treat to belong to Her”, I thought. The worst situation, though, was if there still not enough for demonstrations. Then the Head Mistress visited those of us to be auctioned that day, and on her whim, chose those of us necessary to meet the demonstration need, and we were used, but excused from auctioning that day. 

   But to date, there were never too few to be used. Sometimes, there were actual volunteers who were responding to an enticement – the use of two female slaves per male, for 2 days, for sex. That was one of the few times male slaves were actually allowed not to be subservient to whatever female was around them, but to freely use for sex the women who were given to them. You see, even the dominant women enjoyed on occasion watching a male fuck a female, and females going down on the men. Those Mistresses had it all. They would give the female slaves to the male slaves, but only allow the use of the females for the Dommes enjoyment and amusement, while the Mistresses watched. 

 PRESENTING ME FOR BIDDING

 My head was whirling from all I had seen and all that had already been done to me when Dominique prepared me for presentation on my first arrival. Now it was my turn to be on stage. The ladies had me by each ear, and now pulled back the curtain.  I could see in the room beyond the stage a large crowd of Mistresses. To my shock there were men in the room. Naked men. These were the slaves who had been up for sale and bid for and now had been bought. They were all on their knees to the left of the crowd of women, bowed down, heads pressed to the floor and now blindfolded. Collared, chained, hobbled. They could not see a thing, but their knees must be getting pretty sore by now. 

 My cock was hard and throbbing from all the use it had by strange women stroking it, and fondling it. But now, fear also ruled me and affected my libido. I was afraid I would lose my erection, and the consequences of that would be terrible. No male was allowed to be out of heat and out of lust in this FEMDOM HOUSE.  He could be punished in many terrible ways if that happened, and there were plenty of ways for that to be administered, or he could be banished. And that would be worse. The Mistress who owned him would be shamed and she would wreck her vengeance on him you can be sure.

 Each presentation was something of a show, and each followed a certain ritual which the ladies of FEMDOM HOUSE had evolved over time. In the interests of time and efficiency these rituals had been well-developed so that each slave was presented in a fairly equal manner. 

    But there was one 5 minute period and sort of special event at the start of the process which each Mistress selling a Slave could use. This provided variety to the bidding and gave an opportunity to her to try out some creative activity or presentation, and also try to set apart her slave from all the others in terms of his value.

 My attendants began to walk me forward holding me by the ears and the rope to my cock as I shuffled/walked to the middle of the stage. I was naked except for the collar about my neck, and the shackles and cuffs on my ankles and wrists. My right hand was locked to the collar on my neck, the other free. But, Dominique had also placed on my head a halter like that placed on any animal to control it. 

It did not hide my face, but it did obscure it to some extent. It was a muzzle, in effect, and now the ladies stopped me, just short of center stage, and ordered me to stick out my tongue. This was new, and a surprise but I did so, not knowing what to expect. They took a slim piece of wood with a slit cut through the middle and slid it onto my tongue. 

My tongue was now in a permanent position of stuck out, and I was also unable to talk or even whimper. Off to the right was a brazier with hot smoking coals, sending into the air a sweet smell of incense, which Dominique had chosen. 

She was standing there with several totally naked female slaves watching my entrance. One of the women slaves held a branding iron up in front of me, to be sure I saw it. It was already red hot at the tip. From time to time she placed it in the hot coals to refresh it as I stood near center stage. Now my female attendants marched me to exact center stage, unlocked my right arm, and brought it behind me and locked it there to my other arm, with wrists crossed, at my back, and departed, leaving me alone and facing the crowd of women, muzzled, bound, tongue stuck out in that ridiculous position of stuck out, and immobilized.

 Dominique came forward now and eyed my erection. With her right hand she began to strike it left to right, and then right to left. Finally she raised her hand above it, palm flat and I knew she would come straight down on it. I trembled at the thought, but maintained my position and my erection for her touch, and her slap and hit. 

She made her palm a fist and struck me on the cock head straight down, and with that I shuddered, and twitched, but there was little else I could do. The two naked female slaves now held me upright, as otherwise I would have fallen to the floor from the pain, and need to escape her fist coming down on my cock head…. she continued to strike my cock with her fist and then her open palm, straight down. At last I fell to my knees, despite the female slave attendants’ efforts to keep me standing.

 Now Dominique removed the halter / muzzle and left only the tongue controller. Then pulled me by my hair until I was standing. 

   I felt somewhat even more ridiculous with the halter gone but my tongue still stuck out and immovable from that device. Dominique said simply: “On Your Knees!” and I dropped again to my knees and bowed my head to the floor showing my obeisance to Dominique and to all the women there. 

Then she had me stand and motioned to the totally naked female slaves by the brazier. The three of them walked forward to me – two stood at my side and one behind me. The One at my back had brought with her the brazier and  now at my right the branding iron which she held upright and bright red at the tip, in front her as she had walked toward me, now standing beside me, holding it still upright. The female slave behind me attached a chain to my neck collar and roughly pulled back my head. I was now fully exposed to the crowd of bidders, head held back, tongue out, chest out, cock out and presented. I stood or tried to stand as Dominique had trained me for this event: stomach sucked in, chest out, cock thrust out. 

From time to time the female at my right side dipped the branding iron in the coals to refresh its heat. It sizzled and smoked on each such dip and my anticipation of what was to come was heightened by the heating of it. 

But all this up to now was for show for what would be at the end, and not to be just yet. A drum now sounded and a very tall and dominant woman entered. She was the “presentor” who presented all MALE SLAVES for auction. She had control of most of this ceremony. She had a strict regime she used on all those men presented and auctioned, so that each was presented equally under the same circumstances and regime. 

I was now fully exposed to the crowd of bidders, head held back by one of the female slaves, tongue out, chest out, cock out and presented as the dominatrix took over. She put me through standard paces, whipping my bottom, and then with a special soft whip, my erection, all the time making sure I gave different views of my body and the way she punished each part of me to the audience. She had a set time, and when it was up surrendered me again to Dominique and her female attendants.

The Branding

Dominique now ordered me to stand side ways, and then gave the command, “bottoms up.” I bent my knees and bent over, and arched my back. She freed my hands and I grabbed my knees with them and waited. I knew what was coming but I had no idea of the pain that would come. 

Dominique took the iron, dipped it for a long long time in the coals and brought it out smoking hot. She stepped to my left side away from the audience, so they had a full view of me, and now held the iron in front of my face, she put the tip near my face, and let me see the heat of the head, and smell the smoke. Then she took off my tongue immobilizer so all could hear my screams when she branded me. 

Now she stepped behind me one more time, and dipped the iron in the coals holding it there for a long time, and then out, moving it near the skin of my raised bottom, circling it smoking just an inch from my flesh, over and over, and then dipped it again in the coals. NOW: she plunged it onto my right cheek, held it there firmly while I screamed and jerked and trembled with the pain, as she continued to press it into my flesh. My knees buckled from the pain, and I would have fallen to the floor but the female slave who had the chain to my neck, jerked me up and would not let me fall, I was not bent anymore but held standing by the neck and that chain. 

Dominique placed the iron in a bucket of water where it sizzled and popped. She placed her hand on my shoulders and turned me so my back was turned to the crowd, a bright letter D in cursive with a Z line under it was now branded on my right cheek. “In the time remaining I will do the same on a smaller scale to the head of his cock,” she told the women.

At this I nearly fainted. I did not know that was coming. I was afraid, deathly afraid of the permanent damage it might do. Dominique continued, “for those of you wishing to bid on this slave of mine, I assure you, it will not harm his cock in any permanent way, or your pleasure from it, through it,  though it may deaden the sensation in the immediate area where the brand is, and that will be a small area, and that might actually be a good thing, as with some deadened sensation there he could last quite long in performance.”

The female slave holding me by the neck gave me a long and lingering look and smile, and  now took control again, and jerked my head back, my hands were rebound behind me, the tongue immobilizer reinserted so I could not scream, and I was ordered to present, which I did. The female slave smiled at me, licked her lips and seemed to be saying "wait for me later,"  (was it my imagination) and then stroked my cock to make sure it was erect and fully engorged. 

Two more totally naked  female slaves entered with a miniscule branding iron, it had a small handle and a much, much smaller head, a tiny one in fact. They gave it to Dominique who heated it thoroughly again in the coals and approached me.

 I was frontally presented to the crowd of bidders with my erection, as she came close to me, and stood to the side so the ladies could have a full view of the front of me and her actions on me. 

With her forefinger she softly touched the head of my cock, finding the exact place she would mark it. A female slave handed her a black marker pen, which she quickly dabbed on my cock head to mark the spot. Then raising the brand in the air she pressed into the bazier to heat it red hot, took it out and then she brought it swiftly down and pressed it to my cock. 

I could not scream, with my tongue immobilized and stuck out, only shake and tremble, and nearly faint. 

There is no doubt: A man in heat is a damn dumb animal, and a very obedient one when a woman has him in heat and keeps him constantly in heat. And so now I was kept in that state of everlasting heat and slavery and auctioned to some Mistress. With My luck she would be ugly and foolish, but I would be her slave nonetheless. 

What is more, once she owned me, she could sell me or give to any other women she wished to. My days with Dominique would be over for a long long time. Whoever bought me, would own me for 6 months. And longer, even forever, if she wanted to ask for a final sale and pay Dominique again for me.

I am in Janet?s Apt. She has a girlfriend, (A), over. They are about to go shopping. I am wearing a polo shirt and Bermuda shorts, no underwear, so that when I become sexually excited, it easily shows. I serve them ice tea, sandwiches and chips, make sure they have refills, coasters and napkins. 

JANET has been deliberately playing with me and exciting me throughout the short time since A arrived, and in a dominant, sexually aggressive way: patting my bottom, running her hand up my legs and under my shorts on my bottom, at times smacking my bottom, and fondling my cock, so for most of the time since A?s arrival I have been walking around with an obvious erection. This does not bother A, the only question is whether she has a dominant side, and would enjoy something of that nature.

JANET has made it fairly plain by, by her actions and her words; by the time they are finished with their snacks and ready to leave, that she can do with me as she wishes. But A does not know just how much she can do with me, nor how completely JANET owns me and my body, to use as she wishes. She does enjoy the power to use me in front of other women, and does it whenever there is a willing partner.

As the time comes to leave, JANET says to A, ?it?s so nice to tease a man with such freedom, AND POWER, and make him do what you want, WATCH THIS:? she grabs my cock through my shorts and squeezes it hard, I begin to moan in pleasure, as she relaxs her grip, tightens it, relaxes it, then twists and strokes my erection through my pants, then returns to squeezing my cock. Soon my face is red with heat and I am close to climax, moaning and soon panting, in the ecstasy she is giving me. She stops, and says, ?BEND OVER TOWARD ME.? A is enjoying the scene and JANET knows it, so she goes further?.She speaks to A: ?NOW WATCH THIS:?

She grabs me by the hair, as I am bent toward her, and says ?open your mouth.? When my mouth is wide open she jams 2 of her fingers in and says simply: ?Suck it, suck it hard. Do a good job, or else.? As I suck, she slides them in and slightly out of my mouth, and unzips my pants with her other hand, so that my ERECT COCK slips out, for her view and touch. 

She flicks it hard, with the fingers of her other hand, as I suck her fingers. After about 10 minutes, my cock aches from her flicking it, and my mouth begins to tire, but she gives me no relief, and continues to jam her fingers into my open mouth and flick my cock, then finally she says, ?Now, on your knees, and do it to my feet.? 

I drop to my knees, and first bow down to her as she has required me to do, when I first fall to my knees before her, and then, with my cock sticking out in plain view of A, and JANET, I raise my head and take her foot, all five of her toes, as she jams them hard into my mouth, and suck the right foot, and then when she commands it, the left. A is watching with some fascination, and lift in her libido. I lift my bottom by arching my back, as JANET has trained me do, whenever I am on my knees to her. It pleases her to see me on my knees with back arched and bottom lifted. Especially naked, and on my knees before her.

I try hard to make her happy by sucking lustily on her toes, all five, as she jams them hard, into my mouth, slips them partly out, and jams them back into my waiting, supplicating mouth, over and over, she watching me with satisfaction, with my cock hanging out of my pants; at times she bends down and slaps the heck out it, over and over, slapping it, and watching with satisfaction as it bounces about on her slaps; but I and she knowing she wants something more. But what I will have to give for my failure to do more, is to be whipped. And she knows it. JANET Says, ?for that much fun, John should pay, and pay he will.? 

It is time for both to leave, but JANET says to A: ?I need an extra minute, I have to make John pay first, for that little touch of heaven I have just given him: I am going to spank and whip him. You can watch, or help, or if you don?t want to do either, I?ll take him to the bedroom. It won?t take long; he only gets 20 usually, on his bare bottom. And then a few smacks to his cock. Enough to remind him his cock and his bottom, and indeed, he, his very being, belong to me. It?s just something I do at least twice a day, even if I don?t give him that touch of heaven I just gave him, to remind him who he belongs to, and my rights over him. You know what they say, ?spare the rod, and spoil the slave, and especially don?t spare the rod on the slave?s cock.??

A allows that she would not mind watching at all, and even helping. JANET says, that, in that case, they can make it a little longer event and have some fun. 

She orders me to the dining room table, and says, ?give me your belt, drop your pants, lift your shirt up so we have a clear target with your bottom, and assume the position.? I drop my pants, and as I am wearing no underwear, I am immediately exposed; bend over the table, and arch my back so that my bottom is lifted as an offer to the whipping she is going to give me. 

JANET ties a long soft string around my erection, gives it a few short tugs, and hands the other end to A, with instructions for her to tug it every now and then, to make sure my cock remains excited and erect. ?A horny man makes an obedient slave,? she says. ?So tug on that string every now and then to keep him excited, because we want this one willing and very obedient, for what I have in store for him, and the fun we?re going to have with him.?

She then tells A that though normally I get only 20 lashes or straps at a time, this time it will be 40 and probably more, as it isn?t fair for JANET to have all the fun, if A is going to help. They will each give 20 strokes.  But first before the belt, she says they will spank me by hand to warm me up; each gets 10 smacks. So they proceed. The spanking is more than enough to warm me up. 

Next JANET uses the belt, for the first 10, doubled and with hard fast strokes that hurt; then she steps back and uncurls it, and uses the full length of it from a greater distance, with force, and quick lashes. She stops, and says they should give me a rest. 

She tells me to relax my back and rest on the table, but stay bent over. She says, ?there is nothing more delicious and sexy than a naked man bent over and ready for my whip, totally submissive, available for my use and pleasure, in whatever way I want?. Except a naked man, on his knees before me, prostrate and worshipping me, or sitting erect on his knees with his knees spread and his cock erect and offered to me and my whip. .? But that?s going to come later. Now your turn, A. Follow my example, and whip him hard. I don?t want to spoil him.?

A proceeds, with obvious enjoyment, as I arch my back, reminded by Janet?s sharp command, ?Arch that back, offer that bottom.?

I cry and whimper at about the 10^th blow, but A takes her full 20. All the while JANET is tugging on the string that controls my cock, keeping me erect and fully excited.

When they are done, JANET allows me a short rest, but still bent over the table. Naked and vulnerable, completely exposed and submissive. They sit and relax, and chat for a few minutes, tugging on the string from time to time, while I remain there, subject to their view and use.

Then JANET tugs hard on the string, and orders me to face the two of them, strip completely, and says two simple words to me, as she moves directly in front of me and fiercely strikes the head of my erection with a slap or two, ?Worship Me.? 

I drop to my knees and bow down to her, press my head to the floor, completely prostrating myself before her, and crawl to her in that position, to kiss her feet, and then again take all five of her toes on her right foot into my mouth and begin to suck with vigor and worship. But now I slide them in and out, so she does not have to do any work.

JANET draws a deep sigh of satisfaction. ?Do you see how well I have him trained?? she says to A. ?How quickly he responded and correctly? A beautiful sight, a naked man kneeling before me, worshiping me, sucking my feet, completely submissive, available to me, and my use, and my pleasure. And available for your pleasure too, A,? she says. ?Yes, I really have trained him well to please me ? she says to A. ?SEE THIS?.?

 ?Now,John,? she says ?Present.? I sit up and spread my knees and thrust my cock forward. JANET tugs hard on the string to make sure my cock is fully erect and hard. I know what is coming and dread it but love the thought of being so owned she can do this do me. JANET takes a fly swatter from a table drawer. It is like any other, but the business end is wrapped with two layers of a soft cotton cloth and tied at the bottom, so it will not come lose. 

She begins to strike my cock from side to side, and as the blows rain down on me, comments: ?I could whip his bottom all afternoon, if I wanted, to prove his total obedience to me, and you would submit would you not, John?? I gasp a ?Yes,? as the blows rain down on my cock. ?But, she continues, ?all afternoon would wear out my arm, and even with A?s help, we would probably get too tired, or too bored at some point, to make a full afternoon of it.

?But this,? she nods her head in A?s direction, ?is complete submission on his part, and complete obedience. It hurts, doesn?t it John? Hurts the most sensitive part of his body, but it doesn?t damage, but he does reach a saturation point, much faster on his cock, than he does on his bottom. Especially if I do it this way,? and she changes her smacks, so that they now rain downward, instead of from side to side -- straight down, on the head of my cock with force. Even with the cloth cover it is very painful and I begin to moan in both pleasure and pain. 

Eventually, the pain is such that I bend over and prostrate myself to protect my cock, but I never lifted a hand to cover it, just bowed to her and begged her mercy. She stops, and says, ?Put a sock on it.? I crawl to the table where she got the fly swatter and pull out a soft cotton sock, place it over my cock and untie the string to tie it around the bottom of the sock so it will stay firmly in place. 

 ?Now, give each of us a shoulder rub, just a short one and we?re off for our shopping.? They sit and I attend to each, A first, and then JANET. 

?When we come back,? JANET says, ?you?re going to give each of us a foot massage, and then a full body massage. And who knows what else we will do with you. But we will have fun with you. Now, on your knees, crawl to the front door. Worship.? I do so, and bow down in the Worship position she requires of me, before the door, just as I would as if JANET were in front of me. She tells, me, ?just before we come back, I?m going to call. When we get here that is exactly what I expect to see the minute I open the door. In the meantime, while we are gone, stay naked, keep that sock on it, and clean this place up. I will inspect when I return.?

After their return, JANET inspects the Apt, using a white glove. She loves to play the role of inspector, wearing a military or police cap, all the while noticing shortcomings in my cleaning efforts, and calling out, so many demerits for this, extra demerits for that, etc. All the while I am naked and prostrated before A, massaging her feet. When she is through, she tallies up the demerits, and announces that each is worth so many lashes, on my bottom, so many strokes on my cock, which will be given later. Then she sits and I massage her feet. Afterward, I undress each in the bedroom and give each a full body massage, and serve them as they otherwise require.

When A is ready to leave, JANET remembers that while they were shopping she had forgotten her checkbook and had borrowed $100 from A when she ran short of cash, and did not want to use her card. She tells me to go get her checkbook, but when I return with it, she says to me: Present: I drop to my knees and spread my legs, as she has trained me, and thrust out my cock, and she says to A while I kneel before each.: ?I can write you that check, or if you like, I will give John to you for a day for your use and pleasure ?. ?

A does not respond immediately, as the proposal has taken her somewhat off guard. So JANET says, ?Well, make it two days. Take him home with you now and try him out. Or pick another two days later. For those two days you own him, you can make your own requirements of him for your pleasure and entertainment, you can even give him, or rent him to other women, if you want.? 

?If you aren?t satisfied with owning him for two days, I?ll give you the money. Two days of devotion and service from a total slave; hell, even his ?maid service? alone is worth $100. The only requirement is that you, or whoever you give him to or rent him to, has to whip him twice each day, 60 lashes a day, hard lashes on his bare bottom, minimum. You can whip him more if you like, hell you can whip him all day, if you like, so long as you don?t leave any permanent marks, nor cause him to pass out. You might decide you want him again, in the future, but in the future,? she muses, ? that?s a thought, I could sell him at will, and he is going to cost $150 per day.? 

JANET continues thinking outloud, ??mmmm ?.In fact, I think I will put a notice on my website for women that think they might like dominating a man, that he is for sale, or rather more correctly, for rent, on a daily or two day basis. I think I could make some money on him. I could, ? she says, thinking aloud now, and excited by the thought, ?even rent him out on an hourly, or half day basis,? that would make some sense. At even $50 an hour, I could make some money, and I wouldn?t have to do a thing.? 

A is interested, but reluctant? ?It?s not that I want the money that much?. I know he is devoted to you, and obeys you?. But how can I be sure he will obey me as well as he does you, when you are not present?? 

JANET replies, ?well, we can arrange that for a short version, if you like, right now.? She turns to me, and says, ?Worship A, now.? I prostrate myself before A. JANET says, ?I am giving you to A right now, so tell her what you are.? 

I tell A ?I am the property of JANET, her complete slave, and because she has given me to you, I am now your slave, your property, your complete toy, to use and abuse as you wish, I have but one purpose: to please you, pleasure you, serve you, obey you completely and immediately.?

JANET says, you saw that he was obedient even when we were gone, and did as I told him to do while we were gone. I?m going to leave for two hours, but I?ll have my cell phone. In that two hours you can do what you want with John. I would advise you give him a full test, even though I imagine at this point he is pretty tired: have another body massage, or foot massage, give him at least 60 lashes on his bottom, another 30 or so on his cock, even though both are rather sore by now. Go ahead, give him a full test. But do be sure to whip his bottom and his cock ? especially the latter, as that is the ultimate test. If you are not pleased when I return, no deal. In the meantime, I want to be sure he remembers who owns him. Come here she orders me, and grab your knees and arch your back, present that bottom, arch your back!?

JANET examines me and my bared bottom, goes to the kitchen and returns with a device which is intended for marking food, normally. But she uses it on one of my bared cheeks, to brand me with her initial and the apostrophe ? s. It is not painful, nor permanent, but it is symbolic. She owns me, I am her property, but she has given me to A.

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A agrees to the deal Janet has proposed.

?Well, are you going to spank him when we get home?? Asked Alice. My Mistress - Janet, replied, ?oh certainly he will be spanked, I might even whip him, he has been so ? not completely as I wanted him to be in this incident, trying to escape his responsibility for his actions, I think a whipping would also be in order.? She seemed reluctant, but determined as she was not a true sadist. But Alice was. And Janet knew it. Even so, she was tempted to see how far she could go, with both me,and Alice.  The question was how much she could control Alice once she allowed her to start on me.

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 ?In that case,? Alice said, ?I really would like to not only watch, but help.? Janet said, ?of course, you know, I own him,? she said carelessly, ?and so if I,? (emphasis on I) allow it, he will comply.?

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We had gone out to Shop and then Lunch: Janet, Alice and I, and I had been the dutiful escort to them both, just a normal day, shopping, lunch at a nice place, but a clerk at the Ladies dress shop had flirted with me, and then the waitress at lunch had flirted with me, and I allowed myself briefly, only briefly, to be led on with her, though I knew the danger. 

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Mistress Janet had taken offense at both incidents, and as we were finishing lunch had accused me strongly of flirting back with the waitress. I had denied it, and that made her even more angry, especially as it seemingly challenged her authority. Of course, I would never do that, but it was close enough. I also did not know her relationship with Alice, and I didn?t want Janet to be embarrassed with Alice, so I would not deliberately challenge her authority, but I wanted things to be as normal as possible. Now I was discovering things were not normal.

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Because then she and Alice had a long and frank discussion about my guilt, right in front of the waitress, and the proper response to it. Back and forth they went with comments about my actions and guilt and what should be done about it. Slowly Janet had led the punishment part of that discussion to the final decision: a physical punishment. Spanking. I began to sense a plot between them, or at least a plot on Janet?s part. Alice -- She I had always suspected of being sadistic, and very interested in having me at her whim and pleasure, and I suspected she knew I was such to Janet. 

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We left the restaurant and drove home, I sat in the front next to Janet, knowing when we got home that she and Alice would spank and whip me. Alice was behind me in the rear seat; at times I felt Alice?s fingers tracing lines on my neck and up my head, already using me, possessing me, without my consent or agreement. ?He will be such fun to use,? Alice said, ?when we get home. Janet, you know I have wanted the use of him for some time; I hope you let me use my imagination with him. He should pay for flirting. You said 40 lashes. I hope that?s lashes after the spanking. Spanking doesn?t really hurt that much, but it?s fun to give. So we ought to spank first, for as long as we like, and then the serious part:  the whipping, on those bare cheeks. Do you really think 40 is enough for what he did? If we share those 40 I only get to give 20, and I really want more.? Janet pursed her lips thoughtfully, and said, ?we?ll see, I?m not averse to adding more, especially for you, my sweet.? 

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After we entered Janet?s home, she ordered me to the Dining Room. I was made to bend over the Dining table, arch my back, and raise my buttocks for a better target for their use, and place my hands straight down on the table, pull up my shirt, drop my pants and shorts and hand Janet my belt. Janet tied a rope to my erection, and tugged it, to be sure I stayed erect. Then she spanked me for awhile, and invited Alice to do the same. At times she tugged the rope to keep me sexually excited and in constant heat. When their hands tired of the effort, they then took turns with the belt. And I don?t think they bothered to count. They just whipped me as much as they desired. When they tired of that, I was made to kneel and present my erection to each, for slapping and flicking, until Janet brought out her cock whip. A fly swatter with the business end wrapped in soft cloth. It was still painful, and with that she was ready to demonstrate to Alice my complete obedience and submission to her.

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Janet was not overly sadistic. She liked the act of spanking and whipping, and the act of whipping my cock, but not too harshly, just because it demonstrated my obedience and submission to her. But Alice was a true sadist. Once she got hold of that cock whacker I was in trouble. It depended on Janet to control her. Eventually it was Alice?s turn, and she went wild. I submitted, kneeling with cock erect and presented, even as she wildly whipped it and at times slapped it with her hand. As I suffered her attention, I could only pray that Janet would never actually give me to Alice -- to be her complete SLAVE, and completely available to her use, as I was Janet?s SLAVE.

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