Journal 2018-02-05 Super Bowl Punishment

i found out who won the Super Bowl when Mistress Tess and Mistress Krissy came into the dungeon cell to drag me out.  Both were Patriot fans – and neither were at all happy with the end of the game.

Two male slaves fastened me to a wooden cross beam.  Then i was hoisted so my feet were off the ground…  literally crucified without the post.  Both Women took single tail whips and began to flog me from my shoulders to my knees… both front and back… 

The whips stung like hell – and my screams of pain only made the two whip harder.  True to form, my tiny cock began to stir during this whipping – it got a decent erection which totally infuriated both Mistress Tess and Mistress Krissy.

They took a cigar, held it to my cock.  Normally this results in some very hard first degree burns, but this time, the passions of sadistic lust took them to inflict severe second degree burns.  Not just to my cock, but my nipples as well…  even now, as i write this the pain is felt – and it is welcomed. 

The welts on my body are mixed… some are merely colorations, some are a bit more raised, and some have become a bloody mess…  These two are welcoming pain. 

i say this because the look on these Women’s faces as they beat me, showed only passion that a sadistic Woman would enjoy.  Being slave and masochist – it is that very look on Their faces that allows me to know that my duties as slave are being rewarded.

When the whipping ceased, the slaves lowered the beam.  Unfastening me, they drug me to a spanking bench.  That was when i noticed the Black Master, who had been watching from the shadows as the whipping and burning took place.  Being fastened in such a way that my ass was in position to be fucked, He came and stood before me.  His massive Black Cock – even semi-hard was over 8 inches.  He rubbed it on my face – then forced it into my mouth.  i could not help but gag on such a huge piece of Male Dominating Cock.  He took a position behind me, placed His Cock on my tight little muscle, then pushed His way inside.  i tried to relax, but my instincts were to tighten and resist which only made the rape worse.  When that massive beast was buried inside of me, He rested Himself on my back and whispered how much He was going to enjoy fucking me and that i better not cry out.

His Cock began pounding me roughly – my breathing was so erratic that i thought i would pass out – felt as if i was giving birth with the size of that Cock.

To add to this, both Mistress Tess and Mistress Krissy began slapping me and spitting on my face.  The pain from the whipping was slowly subsiding, yet the burns on my cock and nipples seemed to get more pronounced.

The Black Master did not ejaculate in my ass.  Instead, when He was close, He pulled out and put His cock in my mouth – His hands worked up and down the shaft until the head jerked up and cum spit out with a force that i could not keep in my mouth.  Cum was all in my mouth and on my face.  Four squirts of His cum splattered me.

As He stood there catching His breath from such an explosive orgasm, His Cock still throbbing from the pleasure, He too spit on me.  Being released from the bench – the two male slaves were told to put me into the pit.  Laying there, both Mistress Tess and Mistress Krissy pissed on me – as did the Black Master.  The piss hitting the open welts burned.

Leaving me laying there in cum and piss, the three left taking the two male slaves with them.  i was ordered to stay as i was until someone came for me.

Mistress Gayle came in after what seemed an eternity, but was only about 30 minutes.  She and Her slave/husband took me back to my cell where the slave bathed me and put ointment on the welts and burns.  Mistress Gayle had me perform a ‘loving’ cock sucking on Her slave as a reward for the way he treated me.  Mistress Gayle is an Eagle’s fan and so She was there to care for me.

She left my cell about an hour ago, but left Her slave.  She commanded me to give the slave at least two more blow jobs and to swallow every drop of cum…  or else.

The slave is currently sleeping.  i had sucked on his cock with such passion – not just for him –- but for me as well.

Journal 2018-01-30 Dominant Women Updates

Mistress has returned from vacation amidst a whirlwind of domination sessions.  i had begun preparing pro-subs for sessions about a week before She returned. 

With these pro-subs along with sessions for Her personal slaves and those of Her Sisters, the dungeon is kept in almost constant use for the past two and a half weeks.  It is also why i have been remiss in posting to this journal.

In keeping with Her directive from before Christmas, i am made to provide oral service to all males who are honored to have sessions with Mistress, and to which i am made to assist.  The taste of cock, cum and male sweat is now emblazoned within my pseudo-sexual being.  While i am still privileged to service Women with my oral attributes, it seems that my duties towards the males makes the Women tend to want to see more and more. 

Mistress has also accepted a new pro-sub.  A Female whose passion for the lifestyle revolves around Catholic guilt.  The first session was more along the lines of drawing out from Her (since She is Female, i must acknowledge Her superiority over me) the extent of Her ‘guilt’ and how best to ‘punish’ it.  Since i was raised Catholic including all those years with nuns in school, Mistress has ordered me to provide appropriate ideas for sessions and best ways to handle the new sub.

i have given this task some serious thought, including how best to in the future to include Her husband, who is somewhat vanilla.  He may end up being an unknowing participant (not in the dungeon, but at home).

Mistress Gayle’s slave/husband is on tract for its castration on Valentine’s day (which also happens to be Ash Wednesday for the Catholics).  it is scared and most remorseful, wanting so much not for it to happen, but the slave surrendered absolute control to its Owner/Mistress/Wife a long time ago and the consequences of it not fulfilling its duty could truly destroy it in so many ways.

Mistress Krissy, who i served as the House Mistress while Her Mother was on vacation, is heading back to school.  She will be staying at Mistress Katherine’s place as it is closer to the college.  i will surely miss being used by Her, and not just with Mars.

Mistress Tess is working with Her ‘probationary’ slave.  it is truly a remarkable thing the way it accepts extreme cock and ball torture.  Mistress Tess hopefully will make it part of the House.  During Mistress Amelia’s vacation, i was privileged to also serve Mistress Tess as a House slave.  Her sadism is unequaled by any of the Sisters, including Mistress Krissy.

Mistress Sylvia returned Her daughter, Miss Monica to the House when Mistress Amelia returned.  She was permitted to be with Her Mother during that time, even though She is now owned by Mistress Amelia.  It is amazing at Her physique.  She is going to be 19 later this year, but can easily pass for 14 or 15 with such a pre-pubescent body type and such a ‘baby-face’.  Mistress Sylvia has brought Her slave couple in to live full time with Her.

Mistress Katherine is returning in the next couple of days from the Philippines where She had one of Her slaves with Her.  Her other slave kept Her House in operation and maintained transporting pro-subs to the dungeon.

Mistress Sondra, having had me as a plantation slave, has decided She will use slaves in that position again starting in the spring.  She has several acres of heavy wooded area that She would like to convert to gardens and outdoor recreation.

Miss Diwata has started gaining more leather attire as a Female Domme.  She is finding out that a Dominant Woman with a cock can control just about any male who shows a hint of submissive nature.  Her cock is one that i truly love to serve as it just ‘fits’ perfect in my mouth.

Miss Gloria still has Her ‘compound’ in the Valley along with three full time slaves now.  She will be here for the castration ceremony later in February.

Madame Minh, while not a true ‘Sister’ is still keeping all the slaves hairless with Her girls.  She is a Woman that has a quiet confidence of true Superiority about Her.  When i am privileged to serve Her, i take great delight in that honor.

Miss Lydia and Her Brother – the Black Master, while not true participants in the House, are honored guests and do participate in certain activities.  Both are wanting to experience watching a crucifixion in the spring…

As i kneel here writing this journal, my body is in the proper slave posture prescribed by Mistress:

my nipples are clamped with steel pins that will rip the flesh if weights are added.  Those same pins are also on the glans of my puny little cock.  A pig tail butt plug is inserted in my ass as a major reminder of the pig i truly am.

Journal 2018-01-01 Reaffirmation with the Sisters

Breakfast this morning was late due to the heavy partying the Sisters enjoyed last night.  i had been locked in my cell around 6 pm so as not to interfere with any of Their plans.

Breakfast was standard, Mistress Tess took the chair reserved for the Head of the Household (Since Mistress Amelia is on vacation, Mistress Tess is now the Superior Domme).  my place was naked and on my knees at Her side.  The collar and leash pulled tight to keep me from moving.  When all had finished, my bowl was prepared from all the scrapes and leftovers from all those present.  Miss Diwata was given the honor of providing me with the daily cum.  Instead of just masturbating into my dog dish, She permitted me to receive the cum from Her cock.  As i performed the joyous duty of sucking Her cock, all those at the table began jeering and taunting about how ridiculous i looked – a middle aged male sucking the cock of a most beautiful Woman. (For those not familiar, Miss Diwata is a Filipino T-Girl that still has Her cock, but lives Her life totally as a Female).  The taunting was mostly done by Mistress Krissy who has an insatiable appetite for sadism.

When i received the cum, Mistress Krissy took the dog water dish and pissed into it for my breakfast ‘drink’.

After breakfast, i was sent to my cell with ray, the slave husband of Mistress Gayle (who were there for the night).  It had been some time since the two of us were alone.  The same fate that i suffered for Mistress Amelia is to be its as well.  The castration ceremony has been set for Valentine’s Day this year… and there are many fears the slave is having.  my duty is to help prepare it for the ceremony.

Around 10:30 the black slave came and took us by our leashes into the dungeon where Mistress Tess, Mistress Krissy and Mistress Gayle stood before two of the spanking benches.  Each one dressed in leather and each with a strapon holder.

The other slave and i were bound to the spanking benches with our legs spread wide and our asses angled towards the sky.  Before each of us was a table with three different sized dildos.  Dildos designed to fit snuggly into the strapon garters the three Dommes wore.  On the wall directly in front of us was the big ‘time clock’ that Mistress likes to have present when She has a task or punishment to give to a slave or pro-sub, so the torture of ‘watching’ the pot boil is magnified.

Mistress Gayle stood in front of me and took the smallest of the dildos.  She snapped it into place – and allowed me to suck on it, giving a chance to lubricate it.  Stepping behind me, without saying a word, She placed the tip on my ass, spread my cheeks and gave a wicked thrust that had me screaming in pain that echoed throughout the chamber, to which all three Women laughed.  Mistress Krissy took the same size and proceeded to do the same to the other slave.  i don’t believe its scream was louder, yet it still got laughter from the Women.

For the next five minutes, Mistress Gayle pumped me and fucked me.  The wall clock moved ever so slowly as Her thrusts were not all that rhythmic but hard pressed nevertheless.

When She finished, Mistress Tess took up the middle sized dildo then repeated… She did permit me a chance to spit on it, but my mouth was dry – could not get any spit at all… And so, it was a dry dildo that was rammed into me – feeling like i had been split in two.  i could not help but wonder how much i might be bleeding (later found out, that there was no tearing).

Mistress Krissy, being the youngest, took up the middle sized dildo and went back to work on the other slave.  All three Women marked at how much work it is to fuck like a male.  They understood why males like to be on their backs and let the Woman ride the cock. 

When the time was up for both myself and the other slave.  Mistress Krissy took up the monstrer dildo from the table in front of me and Mistress Gayle took up the huge dildo from Her poor little slave’s table.  No chance for any lubrication was permitted, both Women took positions, then thrust hard and fast.

i have had experience with the dildo rape, but these fifteen minutes were pure torture as it had been quite some time since my ass was used for such.  i was literally crying, tears streaming down my face – not just from pain, but the humiliation of this.  The Women noticed this, making me pay even more by Their verbal assault on my unmanliness and lack of dignity.

When the fucking was over, the strapons were put up, then the black slave came forward with three switches.  Both the other slave and i were told that we were to receive 25 strokes from each.  Ass and thighs were to be the targets.  No quarter was given, and cries of mercy would fall on deaf ears.

Mistress Tess was first to whip me.  She asked if i had any ‘last words’… to which i begged Her not to hold back (not that it had to be said, but She loves hearing a male ask for no pity or mercy)…

Her lashes caught the bottom of my buttocks and the very top of my thighs…  Each stroke felt as if a million fire ants were biting into my flesh.  But i was being whipped, and whipped by a Woman that so enjoys it – how could i not love it.

Mistress Gayle was next to whip me – again, i asked Her not to hold anything back… and She didn’t.  Her lashes fell from my knees all up and down my thighs – i knew that walking would be difficult after this beating, but one thing began to happen, my cock began to stiffen with each lash….  i was proving to these Ladies my true nature of being a perverted masochist.

Mistress Krissy was last, yet the most motivated – Her dislike of me is well known.  She demanded that i not scream or She would add another 25.  Her lashes fell on the upper parts of my buttocks – and She would whip on top of welts…  many times the desire to scream was chocked back as another 25 would not be good.

The fucking was for fifteen minutes and the whippings lasted about forty-five minutes.  At the completion, each Domme stood before us and spit into our open mouths – humbling and degrading to say the least, yet also welcomed as it was a true reminder of just what a twisted slave i had become.

The black slave took us back to the cell where rosa, Mistress Amelia’s bitch whore took care of us.

i write this journal on my knees as sitting will be something not to be done for a day or two. 

Journal 2017-12-28 Mistress Tess

When Mistress Amelia left for Her end of year vacation, She left Mistress Tess as the Head Domme for the House.

Mistress Tess is an extremely competent Sadist.  She can be very wicked and cruel then turn around and be comforting and nurturing.  With Mistress Tess, one never knows what to expect… except that somewhere there will be pain.  Pain that will reduce even the strongest males to tears.

For those not familiar with Her, She was one of the first group of Sisters that Mistress Amelia gathered.  Mistress Tess is a nurse practitioner by profession.  This has come in quite handily in the dungeon. The last session i was privileged to have with Mistress Amelia is testament to that skill.  Unfortunately, because of some of the content from that session it cannot be posted as a journal entry as the censors will most likely strip it down.  Some have been given the details via mail.  Should anyone else wish to have it, please let me know.

It has been awhile since i have written a deion of Mistress Tess.  She is in Her mid 50’s, slightly taller than Mistress Amelia, standing about 5 foot 7 inches.  But Her body type is totally different.   She is a Rubensque Woman.  A somewhat heavy set Woman with a very toned body.  She weighs a little over 150 pounds, but there are no ‘rolls’ or ‘fat pockets’.  (i will suffer dearly for that last sentence – but it is necessary to paint the picture of this Sadist)

Her hair is a reddish auburn that She usually keeps up in a bun, but when let out, falls gracefully over Her powerful shoulders.  She has rather Celtic features in Her face, including freckles.  Slightly upturned nose, greenish-hazel eyes (will capture any male), roundish face with slightly high cheek bones.  A full mouth and lips.  A rather strong neck, not too thick but not elongated either.

Her breasts are full – at least a D cup with a very seductive sag.  Her nipples have large areoles with a seductive nipple tip that protrudes when aroused.  But the true piece d’resistance is the thick soft matte of hair that guards the sweetness of Her cunt. 

She has full thighs, Her legs are proportionate to Her body.  Her feet are ones that have feet fetish males slobbering over.  (yes, my own ‘slobber’ has adorned these feet).

Mistress Tess is a true beauty with not only the physical attributes of a Superior Woman, but also the inner strength and desires to dominate any male lucky enough to find itself in Her presence.

On this occasion, i was brought to the center of the dungeon by the black slave to kneel before Mistress Tess.  She was seated on one of the thrones that is used for ceremonies.  She was dressed in a mid-calf length leather dress.  The dress was slit up the middle.  The bodice was very lowcut to reveal Her breasts which were captured in a fashioned cup in Her dress.  Her arms were encased in elbow length leather gloves, and Her feet were in 4 inch stiletto heels.  Her hair was let down for this occasion.  Her makeup was totally impeccable with the full richness of color to Her eyes, Her cheeks and Her lips.  i felt honored to be in the presence of this gorgeous Woman.

Kneeling before Her, a mere five feet from Her, She began to ‘interrogate’ me about how i was treated as a slave for the Black Master and His Sister – and especially how i was used as a plantation slave for Mistress Sondra.

Without any hesitation i began to let all of the words of my service spill out.  Once started, i could not shut up – but this is what Mistress Tess really wanted.

During the course of this diatribe, She would shift Her position, giving me glimpses at Her succulent cunt (She had no panties – pure nakedness beneath the dress).

She knew how i was staring, and yet afforded me the taunting and teasing of Her precious body.

It was well into the hour when She changed direction and inquired as to how i am doing now that i am ‘home’ with Mistress Amelia.  For this, i noticed my responses were much different than they would have been prior to my service to the Black Master.  i found myself responding in a much more respectful manner, no longer any hint of arrogance over what my past duties had been and how my relationship with Mistress Amelia had been.  i found myself much more subdued. 

The last part of this ‘interrogation’ dealt with how i felt after the session with Mistress Amelia a couple of weeks ago.  This was the scary part, because it showed a true weakness in what i was becoming.  It wasn’t that i am a masochist.  It goes much further.  i had found myself slipping into a great depth of degradation and perversion – and wanting to experience even more.  The fear and hesitation of doing these things was all but gone.  But it wasn’t for me – per se…  Rather it was because Mistress wanted me to do these things and my pledge to serve is getting stronger than my revulsion to the acts themselves. 

During the whipping part of the session, i did my best to stay up with Mistress Amelia.  i wanted to experience every lash feel the sting of the whip with every stroke, but somewhere, i slipped into that zone where reality slips away and the mind goes to that ‘happy’ place where there is no hurt, no pain.

i confessed to Mistress Tess that slipping into that zone was a true sin, which i had confessed to Mistress Amelia during a Confessional Session.

When asked if i had any regrets about the session, i said there was but one.  Mistress Amelia did not get to fully satisfy Her sadistic lust.  i wanted Her to continue, regardless of any consequences ---- the axiom of Safe, Sane, and Consensual was replaced with just consensual… 

Mistress Tess seemed pleased with how i answered Her questions and volunteered my true feelings.

Mistress Tess rose from the throne, snapping Her fingers, the black slave picked up my leash and led me to the rack that was setup for my torture.

my ankles were stretched apart and fastened as were my wrists.  The slave began the slow steady crank that began to tighten the restraints.  The cranking stopped only when my stretched body was immobilized and i could not twist or turn.

Mistress leaned over my face and whispered if it was okay for Her to hurt me… She paused for a second, then laughed outright… then telling me Her own sadistic lust needed to be satisfied and my body would be Her instrument for pleasure.  This was punctuated with a hard slap across my face with the leather gloved hand.

Mistress picked up a Kalli’s Teeth cock sleeve.  Holding and caressing it, so that i could see, She said that my cock will be a bloody mess after She is through tightening the screws.  i muttered that my cock deserves to be punished for not being able to please a Woman.  Her hands grabbed my cock and slipped the sleeve around the shaft, just behind the glans.  Locking it in place, She took the tiny Allen wrench and began to tighten the screws.  At first, the tiny spikes just pressed against my flesh…  Then She took one screw and turned it a full turn, breaking the flesh, letting a droplet of blood peek out of the sleeve.  Yes, it was painful, but i was bound and determined to suffer for Her without screaming.

The second screw, likewise pierced the flesh… a bit of a burning sensation.  She turned each of the remaining 10 screws until the flesh was pierced. 

Not pleased with the fact my cock was not strong enough to support the weight of the metal teeth, She took one of the hat pins and pierced the glans just above the urethra.  The pin hurt more as it required force to puncture the meaty flesh.  The sharp pin did its job.  Mistress took a piece of leather that was suspended over the rack attached to a pulley.  She looped the leather around the hat pin then pulled it up so that my cock had no choice but to point to the sky with the weight of the sleeve trying to pull my cock back down.  my stretched cock was beginning to stir.  There was no place for the shaft to expand without the spikes digging deeper into me… which they began to do.  The ideal masochistic desires were coming to light now.  my cock NEEDED more pain.  Mistress was quick to accommodate this desire.  She took another hat pin and once again pierced the glans – just below the urethra.  She looped the leather around it as well – and stretched my cock even more.

No longer was it the tiny little 3 inch stub, but now it felt as if it were stretched out to a full 6 inches, perhaps even more.

She mocked me when She noticed some droplets of seminal fluid spilling from the tip of my cock…  i cannot procreate anymore, but i do have the precum.

After leaving me stretched like this for about 10 minutes or so, She removed the Kalli’s teeth.  Taking a handful of salt, She began stroking the cock – the salt burning into the flesh that had been pierced.  Blood droplets getting onto Her gloves – cleaning them will be a later task for me.

The salt rub had me wanting to squirm away as it burned… but my bondage to the rack kept me from moving… all i could do was lay there and accept it.  Mistress Tess kept talking to me – asking how it felt to be used like a piece of meat being tenderized for the BBQ.

Taking another hat pin, Mistress began to weave it through the flaccid flesh of the side of the shaft of my cock… She started at the glans and went to the base – leaving the tip of the pin pressing against the base, ready to puncture if i moved.  She took the fourth hat pin and weaved it down the other side of the shaft.

Mistress Tess stood back to admire Her work… then She had the black slave kneel before Her where She exposed Her cunt to him for its tongue to give Her pleasures.  i could not see, but could hear Her moans of lustful pleasure – not only am i Her masochist, but Her cuckold as well to a superior black stud.

Mistress always enjoys a cigarette after She cums – and this was no exception.  She lit a cigarette and enjoyed the smoke.  She had me open my mouth for Her to flick the ash.  The cock had tiny droplets of blood still oozing a bit.  She took the cigarette and began to touch it to the tiny holes made by the Kalli’s teeth.  She burned my cock… i could not help but cry out with this, yet at the same time, i wanted Her to do even more.  When She finished Her cigarette, She stubbed it out on the head of my cock, rubbing it around to make sure the fire was out.  This caused me to scream uncontrollably.  It could have been worse, but the burns were just to the point of being 2^nd degree burns, they will heal.

To add to the last bit of torment on the rack, She took a candle and pressed it into my cock, then lit it, letting the wax drip down over the head.  She also had the slave give the rack a few extra cranks to stretch me more… the pressure on my joints was unbearable and breathing was getting labored.  i was left like this while Mistress prepared the next object for me to suffer upon.

Mistress Tess had me released from the rack and had pulled all the hat pins – i could not stand on my own, but had to be helped by the slave.  i was taken to where the overhead suspension gear was in place.  Mistress had a cross piece of wood that She had me drape my arms around it and bound me to it.  Hooking the cross piece to the ropes, She had me hoisted so that my feet were off the ground.  my arms were still hurting from the rack, yet i said nothing, suffering in silence.

Mistress turned my suspended body so that i could see the table where there were a dozen whips, crops and other switches laid out.  There were also some knives, fish hooks, weights and other assorted instruments of play for Her to use on me.

Mistress Tess began this part of the journey by telling me how impressed She was of the whipping i had taken at Mistress Amelia’s hand.  But now She wanted to take me further into pain and whipping. 

The way i was suspended, She could turn me any which way She desired or for that matter, She could swing me (which She did while hitting me with a switch)

Mistress selected a nice single tail with an 8 inch crack tip.  She stood back, measuring Her distance than let the whip fly.  It wrapped around my body, the tip slicing into my chest right between my nipples.  No matter how prepared you think you are, that first lash always takes my breath away… the shivers of pain ran throughout my body… like thousands of needles all stabbing me at the same time.

Her strokes with the single tail were right on target.   my chest was turned a bright red.  Welts formed.  Setting down the whip, She took two fish hooks and moved to my nipples.  These were larger than what Mistress Amelia uses.  Placing the tip of one of the hooks against my nipple, She slowly dragged it around, scratching the nipple – taunting it.  With a single thrust, the tip of my nipple was hooked like a fish.  She then took the other hook and taunted my other nipple in the same manner – then pierced it without any qualms of the pain it caused.

She took weights and added them to the fish hooks – 8 ounces to begin the ‘joyous’ task of stretching my beleaguered nipples.

Going back to the table, Mistress selected a tawse and proceeded to beat me on the thighs – front and back… the slapping caused some bruising, but had the blood flowing in my legs.  Again, i have no idea of how many licks She delivered, except to say that Her arm was tiring faster than my desire to feel the whips make love to my flesh.

The whips came and went – each one used on various parts of my body.  A flogger was used to beat my upper back.. the strands of leather marked my body.  The pain increased with each lash. As with Mistress Amelia, i wanted to feel each stroke, i wanted the pain and suffering…At one point i asked Mistress to pop an ammonia capsule to keep me conscious.  Seeing my body being wracked with the lashes, Mistress Tess began to lose Herself in the heat of the sadistic passions.  She took Her time,  being very methodical in the way my body was flogged.

At one point, our eye met – Hers were somewhat glazed over with the passion She was feeling.  i simply mouthed to Her never to stop…  i asked Her to beat me into absolute submission – and She did.

A riding crop was used to beat my cock and soft flesh between my thighs.

A switch was used to beat my ass – to mark it red and black

A buggy whip was used to beat on the top of my shoulders – occasionally striking my cheek.

She used a quirt to beat my calves… 

She had the slave lift my legs so She could take a cane and beat the bottoms of my soles…

No part of my body was spared.  When She changed whips, She would add another 8 ounces of weights to the fish hooks stretching my nipples.

There was just so much going on, it was sensory overload. i passed out several times from the pain.  it was too intense, yet i was powerless to ask for mercy.

Again, my body betrayed me… as the whipping intensified, my cock grew and became hard.  It was much like the slaves being crucified in old Rome, their cocks would stiffen and they would ejaculate before dying.

At times it felt as if my consciousness was separating from my body…letting me worship the pain.

Mistress Tess finally decided that She had been completed in Her task of bringing Her Sadistic Sexual lust to a head.

i was lowered to the ground, unable to stand from the beating on my feet.  The slave, literally dragged me back to my cell.  Mistress Tess came in to do a cursory check of my body to see if any bones were broken or obvious signs of internal trauma.  Seeing none, She slapped my face very forcefully.

Mistress  Krissy came in to clean me up.  For one so young, this Woman is a cruel and heartless Sadist in Her own right.  i have suffered many times at Her hands, and richly deserved.  But today, Her demeanor was one of compassion.  That actually scared me a bit.  If She was showing mercy, then i must be in pretty bad shape.

She spent quite some time tending to the massive welts and opened flesh.  The astringents and antiseptics hurt, but not as much as the whips that caused the welts.  When it came to my cock, She took great care to wash it with distilled water.  She used white vinegar to help clean the burn marks and to alleviate the itching that was beginning.

Mistress Krissy demanded that i tell Her about how it felt to have my cock burned.  i confessed to Her that the pain was very focused and intense.  That it almost broke me.  She laughed at my confession, then told me that She WILL break me.  She told me that the sight of the burn marks on my cock turns Her on.  This somewhat scared me as i know how sadistic Her nature is.  But this is for another session, if She desires it.

Mistress Krissy stayed with me during the night, just as a precaution to the injuries that were given to me by the Woman i am bound to serve.

Journal 2017-12-04 Thanksgiving Isolation

On Wednesday the 22^nd of November i had just finished all of my duties and was preparing to retire to the cell for the night.  Three of the male slaves ‘bull rushed’ me and had me pinned to the floor.  Mistress Amelia entered wearing a very striking leather bustier with Her knee high leather 4 inch heel boots.  Her breasts, supported in the half cup of the bustier caught my eyes and i stayed focused on them, just staring, like the little pervert i am.

She told me that i was to be locked up for Thanksgiving and She will release me when She feels like it.  Those words hit me hard as i knew the full meaning… there would be no communication with the outside world, much less anyone in the House.  i would be at the full mercy of whoever was in charge of the cell.

The slaves set about their task of using the steel shackles with just enough chain to permit me to use the toilet, but not the ‘shower’ (which is basically a garden hose).  They took the computer, and all writing tools as well as a few magazines that were scattered about.  All that was left in the cell were some blankets that serve as my bed.

Mistress then stood over me.  i leaned forward, pressing my lips to Her cunt.  She stayed there for a few moments, letting my tongue taste the sweetness of Her pussy.  Stepping back, She slapped my face then left the cell. 

The bar door was closed then the outside door was closed and sealed.  For all intense and purposes, i was now totally deprived of any noise or light from the outside.

The confinement began by the light in the cell being turned off leaving only two electric wall sconces giving off some shadowed light.  How long i was confined was not known until after my release.  What happened during that time was true psychological torture.

The lights and sounds in the cell were controlled by the outside.  Bright lights would come on, there were strobe lights, and even total darkness.  When these were not done, the two wall sconces were put on.

Noise was a whole other issue.  LOUD music might play – anything from the classics to nigg*r rap.  Also white noise.  Anytime of the day or night… which is rather funny, since there was never any indication as to which was which.

Temperature controls were also changed up – from a ‘freezing’ cold up to a sweaty heat.

Never knew from time to time which environment would be changed.  The only constant was meal time.  The wall sconces would come on, all noise would cease and the temperature would be almost ‘normal’.

The bottom of the main door had a ‘plate’ hatch where a dinner plate could be passed into the cell.  The hatch would open with a blinding light behind it shining into the cell.  A bowl or two bowls would be passed into the cell then the hatch closed and secured.

Meals consisted of two types.  The first was a breakfast meal consisting of an oatmeal gruel with cum floating on the top.  Usually with a bowl of hot coffee.  All meals were served in dog bowls, since i was relegated to being an animal.

The other meal was made up of hard crusty bread with different cheeses and usually a bitter red wine.  The bread was smeared with cum as well.  At first i tried to keep track of when meals were ‘served’ in an effort to approximate night and day.  But that turned out to be useless as meals were never served at the ‘proper’ time.  During a 24 hour period i may have been served 3 breakfasts and 4 other meals.  The food was never so much as to be filling… just sustaining.  Hence multiple meals during the day was another tool in keeping me off balance in tracking time.

Sleep was another issue.  Just when i might begin to doze off, the music would come blaring through with flashing strobe lights.  Or i might be wide awake then the lights would go out and all noise cease.  Try sleeping to that – damn near impossible.

Those were mostly issues dealing with the physical part of confinement in isolation.  It was the psychological part that was the ultimate test.  A test that i did not pass.

i began by focusing on my duties and my service to Mistress Amelia.  What i would need to do when released and what demands i could anticipate.  This worked well, even with the noise & light distractions.  But one can only focus on such thoughts for a limited time.  Soon the noise and light had me getting angry.  A sin in Mistress’ eyes.  So i turned my thoughts inwards and sought out that ‘safe’ place where i went when things were tough and i could not let outside influences affect me (part of previous training that i was really good at).

While in that ‘safe’ place, my thoughts began focusing on my masochism.  That innate desire for pain and humiliation.  Thoughts of what i have experienced soon were replaced with thoughts on what i would like to experience and soon were gone even deeper with serious thoughts of EXTREME masochism.  Nothing was off limits for this.  Snuff fantasies developed in some of the most horrific ways.  Yet as wicked as they were, they took on a lust component.  Something hidden and secretly desired.

Whenever i would slip into this ‘safe’ space, i was instantly drawn back to EXTREME torture.  Tortures that one was not destined to survive.  Tortures that highly aroused me.  my tiny cock would be rock hard when i would come out of this zone.

During this time, i would eat my meals, try to sleep, try to focus on my duties to Mistress… but when the pain of lights & noise hit, all i could do was slip back into the mire and in my fantasy desires let my body be tortured and abused in any and all manners.  This again turned to anger after a while.  my place of ‘safety’ was no longer safe.  That was when the beast broke out.

For me, the masochist exists to temper the other part of me, the sadist.  The thing that hurts and hurts in real time to real people.  The reason i accepted the position of slave… to pay for the pain caused to others.

And now, the beast has slipped its restraints and the fantasies that were reserved for the masochist, now are taken by the sadist.  It was not long before fantasies of sadistic lust harbored against my Mistress and those in Her circle were enhanced and began to emulate that which the masochist side desired.  EXTREME torture, EXTREME humiliation, EXTREME pain to be given.  Soon these fantasies were supplanted by the lust for snuff adventures.  So very wrong, so very unholy, yet so demanding of me.

i was lost in the darkest of dark desires.  The torment of isolation, sensory overload then deprivation – all working to bring me to a place that i have kept locked away for many many years.

After a while, i tried not to focus on anything dealing with masochism or sadism.  i tried concentrating on sports, on politics, history… anything.  But when fatigue wore me down, it was sadism and masochism and the desire for all that i have already mentioned that came to the forefront of my thoughts.

my only refuge was when food was given.  That was the one time when there were no outside forces pulling on me.  The only focus i had was to try to figure out whose cum it was that garnished my food.

It wasn’t until i heard the bolt in the outer door open that i hoped to be free.  The cell went totally dark for what seemed an eternity but in reality could not have been but a few minutes.  When the door opened, the flood of light half blinded me, which gave the two male slaves time to come in and set me down – letting me know it was over.

For the next several hours i remained in bondage, unable to hurt myself or others as two of Madame Minh’s girls cleaned me up.  A task that these two lovelies did without saying a word to me.  Part of this was being bound to a massage table where the two of them worked my muscles to total relaxation… helping my mind begin the process of refocusing on the here and now, and not the evil thoughts of what happened in isolation.

When i had been declared to be presentable, my steel shackles were placed on me as well as the steel collar of Mistress’ ownership of me.  i was led into the dungeon there to await Mistress.

This basically ends the Thanksgiving Isolation session, at this time, i still was unaware as to how long it was and even what day it was.  That was for Mistress to address.

Journal 2017-11-17 Human Resources

Mistress Amelia usually does not have me journal specific sessions with Her pro-subs.  But on this occasion She has so commanded me.

Some basic background for those not familiar with Mistress Amelia’s method of summoning pro-subs.

pro-subs are required to stay in constant email contact with Mistress.  Giving such information as to what ‘bad boys (or girls)’ they have been, dates and times they are ‘available’.  Any changes in their perverted and twisted little fetishes.

Each pro-sub has a specific email account given by Mistress on its first encounter with Her.  i am the one who monitors these accounts, setting them up, giving passwords and letting Mistress know who and what are available.

Once a pro-sub is summoned, it first must send Mistress an email detailing how it has disobeyed Her orders regarding its specific fetish.  (to date, no pro-sub has ever had a blank page).

On the date of its summons, the pro-sub follows the security protocols and arrives at the safe house before moving on to the House.  i know this sounds all cloak and dagger but it is for the protection of the pro-sub and for Mistress.

Upon arrival at Mistress’ House, the pro-sub is given its uniform, instructions on where and how to react when Mistress enters the room.  All else will be at Mistress Amelia’s direction (which is VERY choreographed and calculated to bring about desired results).

For this session, Mistress summoned two pro-subs.  Both are rather powerful corporate executives.  The first, i will call billy, has an extreme pornography addiction.  its addiction covers a wide variety of topics.  Mistress has instructed it to focus on only a few types – but it can’t resist the temptations of going to the rather dark side of porn.

The other, i will call charley, is more hands on.  it has immense desires to fantasize with the Women it works with and is under its direction.  Mentally undressing Women is one thing, but it attempts to put Women into positions where it can ‘sneak peaks’… especially downblouse.

At the appointed time the two pro-subs were brought to the House.  For this session each was dressed in a blue business suit.

It is my duty to prepare pro-subs for the session, and so, i greeted them and took them to the prep room, where they would be made ready for Mistress.  As is typical, i was naked and had the steel shackles on.  Both of these pro-subs knew i had been castrated and that one of my toes had been removed, so that did not concern them.  For first timers it is a bit of a shock.

i had the men take off their shoes, sockes, pants and underwear.  their shirts, ties and suit jackets remained on.  Each was then given a black lace garter belt, black seam nylons and open toe black pumps with 2 inch heels.  Neither male questioned.  Both did as ordered.  Then i took them into the dungeon to a corner that i had prepared to resemble an office.  There were panels for walls with a small opening that was used for a door.  In the center was a desk and chair.  The desk was setup much like a work desk with a light, a computer, picture of Mistress, a coffee mug (with hot coffee), a tribute basket, and file folders, one for each of the pro-subs.  Also on the desk was one of Mistress Amelia’s favorite riding crops.

The pro-subs were instructed to put their tributes into the basket then stand in front of the desk with their hands clenched behind them.  they were instructed that once Mistress Amelia entered the room, that their gaze should only be at the floor and not to speak unless spoken to and then to address Mistress as ‘Miss Amelia’.

i was in the back of the room, on my knees as i had been instructed.  Mistress Amelia made Her entrance, and as usually, She took my breath away.

An absolutely beautiful middle aged Woman dressed like the quid essential corporate executive.  She had on a blue pinstriped business suit with a rather short skirt that had a slit that ran up almost the whole of Her right leg.  She had a white long sleeve blouse with those cute French ruffles on the front and also on the wrists.  And of course She had the mandatory female tie.  She wore black leather open toed heels (like what the pro-subs had) but Hers had four inch spike heels.  Her legs were encased in black nylons with the seem running up the back of Her luscious legs.  When She moved just right, a glimpse of the garter belt She wore, again, the same as the pro-subs, was visable, and She too did not have panties – the soft look of Her cunt hair flashing for a brief moment.

Her hair was pulled back into a very professional Woman’s hair bun.  She had a pair of black horn rimmed glasses balanced perfectly on Her nose, that She could either look through or look over.  Her eye makeup was to perfection – dark black liner with deep blue shadow.  A light rouge dusting on Her cheeks and fire engine red lipstick, which also matched the polish on Her nails.  Her jewelry was simple but elegant.  Pearl drop earrings with a pearl drop gold necklace. 

Each step She took when entering the room had Her heels clicking on the tile floor.  She moved slowly to the front of the desk.  Stopping in front of each pro-sub.  Giving the once over – even to holding Her glasses and peaking over the top to see if She could entice one of them to look up.  Neither did.  Then She continued around the desk and sat in the chair.  The desk had an open front, and from where i was kneeling, a very enticing view of Her lower half.

With a wave of Her hand She instructed the pro-subs to kneel.  That was when they were able to see what i was looking at.  their cocks betrayed them.

She sat at the desk and looked at the tributes that were offered.

Another aside.  If Mistress does not accept the tribute, She will still keep it but immediately dismiss the pro-sub without cause and send it packing back to its Wife.

Pleased with the tributes, She stirred about in the chair, shifting and allowing the pro-subs to stare at Her cunt.

Mistress picked up billy’s file and began to ‘studiously’ examine it.  Every once in a while stopping to look at it over the top of Her glasses… poor boy was starting to sweat.

She slammed the file down, hastily stood up and moved to stand directly in front of the kneeling boy.  Her open hand came hard across its face.  Her hand print would soon be visable on its cheek.  Grabbing the pro-sub by the hair, She yanked its head back and began berating it for the disgusting piece of garbage that it was.  She called it every evil name She could.  Because this is a public forum, i won’t mention the type of porn billy was being chastised for, but suffice to say, it was warranted.

Her tirade continued, even to the point where Her words were literally spitting into its face.  Her eyes were on fire and Her cheeks flush with the ‘anger’ She was directing at it.  She slapped its face at least a half dozen times. 

Then She began Her ‘interrogation’ asking it about how many times it jerked off and if it showed no remorse for looking at it.  She had billy stand up.  Taking the riding crop She told it to grasp its cock and jerk off like it was looking at its beloved porn.  As soon as it got one stroke in, Her riding crop came crashing down on the head of its cock.  The scream could probably have been heard in the next county.  She had it hold its cock out and Her blows fell to the head, making it shrink to almost a little peanut.  With its cock knocked down and tears streaming down its face, Mistress picked up Her cell phone and took several pictures of the pro-sub.  Threatening to give them to its Wife (which She would never do).

She ordered billy to go kneel in the corner – facing the wall, She didn’t want to see its disgusting face right now.

With such ed indignation, She went back to the desk, half sat, half dropped into the chair in utter disgust, shaking Her head and mumbling how perverted and twisted males are.

Then She picked up charley’s folder.  The drumming of Her fingers on the desk seemed to echo like a big bass drum to the poor boy kneeling there.  Especially after it witnessed what billy suffered.  She put the folder down, pushed it aside and slowly removed Her glasses.  All the while just staring at charley.  She stood and came to the front of the desk.  Leaning Her ass against the desk, She crossed Her ankles, opening up the slit of the skirt.  Then She started ‘politely’ grilling charley.  Asking it if it fantasized of stripping every Woman it worked with and what it wanted to do with each Woman.  She asked about specific Women that it had mentioned.  She listened intently, as if enjoying how it told of its darkest secrets.

Then She asked the real question.  Whether charley was undressing Her with its eyes and wanting to do unspeakable things with Her.  Of course charley denied it and that was when Mistress blew up.

She called it a liar and a cheat.  Ogling Women was like cheating on its Wife.  She motioned for me.  i approached Her with the basin that had the soapy water. 

Grabbing charley’s hair, She pulled its head up then rubbed soapy water into its eyes.  the boy struggled but Her grip was firm.  its cries too, were rather loud.  But that was soon remedied when She took a bar of soap and shoved it into its mouth.  Cleaning it for lying to Her.  She then began berating it cupping it a few times on its ears.  How it was worse than billy.  its actions were against real flesh and blood Women, billy was porn. 

With the bar of soap still in its mouth, Mistress had charley stand up.  its cock was already shriveled, probably from shame (not).  She ordered it to hold the cock.  Her crop found its mark well over a dozen times.  Each time bringing gurgled screams as the soapy mess dripped out of its mouth all over its precious business suit.

Like billy, She ordered charley to kneel facing the wall after taking the soap out of its mouth.

i brought up two wooden high back chairs to the front.  Each had leather tie downs for wrists and ankles at the base of the four legs.  The two were ordered to put their pot belly’s over the edge of the chairs and lean forward to be fastened.  i will admit that it takes mere moments for me to secure wrists and ankles like this, and a good thing too, Mistress does not like having ‘down time’ while pro-subs are positioned and re-positioned.

The two were secured and facing each other.  Mistress picked up the riding crop.  She took billy first, lifted its jacket and shirt over its back than proceeded to start flogging its ass and thighs.  She then moved to charley and did likewise. 

For well over an hour this kept up…  beating and berating.  Although the strokes diminished in intensity, Mistress was at this point going for quantity, not quality.  She would sometimes stop and take a rag and wipe the drool from their lips – only to let the other lick it clean.

When Mistress decided that it was enough, i released the two who then stood before the desk and Mistress.  i looked at the welts and colorations on the flesh of the two and knew that within an hour or two there would be no evidence of the beatings and slappings.

Mistress than gave each the penance they must perform.  She told billy that ten pictures were sent to its email.  One at a time, it had to open it and form a fantasy about the image then forcibly masturbate to orgasm and clean up its cum with its mouth.  As for an afterthought, it needed to write to Mistress about the fantasy.

For charley, its penance was to have five of the Women it has looked down Their blouses and to write letters of extreme apology and regret.  charley was to send these letters to Mistress.

Mistress then had me come to the front and kneel before the two.  She told them that She felt moved by their ‘sincerity’ in trying to do better and would reward them.  Bringing them closer together so that their cocks touched. She told me to suck them. 

This was the first time in all these years that Mistress was having anyone from Her House openly engage in sexual contact with a pro-sub.  Usually, they are permitted to masturbate as She taunts or teases them.  But this was neither taunting, nor teasing.

i lowered my head and took one cock in my mouth.  These two were in their mid-50’s with bits of paunch and lots of body hair.  With Mistress holding the sides of my face, encouraging me, i let myself go to bring them to as quick an orgasm as i could.  my mouth moved from one to the other, my hands feverishly stroking the shafts hoping that cum would be quick in spitting into me.  From the beatings they took, their body odors were not GQ.  The sweat from their balls wafted a nasty pungent odor.  Mistress ordered me to lick the flesh around their balls – tasting that disgusting sweat.  Both of these ‘boys’ were holding up their shirts and jackets looking down at me as my mouth gobbled up the head of their cocks.  Normally, Mistress does not like to hear ‘noises’ when sucking cock… but She whispered into my ear to slurp.  It took longer than i thought, about 15 minutes before the first cock started to quiver and expand… i put my mouth over the head and let it explode its cum into my mouth.  billy had three good strong pulses of cum.  i took it out of my mouth, but still gripped it, stroking the remaining cum with my hand.  my mouth was now entirely for charley.  i had not swallowed billy’s cum but rather let it ooze from my lips – lubricating for charley’s cock.  charley had the bigger cock, although not by much, but it was thicker.  its cock was not circumcised and so i used my tongue to push back the foreskin to get the head where i could please it the most.  Another five minutes and charley’s cock was spewing cum all over my face.  it pulled out and grabbed its own cock to get it off…

When both cocks were drained, Mistress had them stand back away from me.  Both looked on at what was before them.  a slave with cum dripping from its mouth, all over its face.  And it was a MALE slave.  Neither had ever had that experience before yet both were breathing as if they had just fucked 20 of the most beautiful Women in the world.

Another slave came into the ‘office’ and escorted the two pro-subs back to the preparation room to clean up and prepare to return to the vanilla world.

As for me, Mistress told me to clean up every drop of cum with my tongue and to swallow every bit.  Then to tear down the session area and return to my cell.  She would give me a few hours to process what had happened then She would talk to me.

After doing as commanded, i am now finishing up this journal entry, but will follow it up shortly with what Mistress wishes to tell me.

Journal 2017-11-16  Executioner Duties

Sincere apologies for posting this late.  Madame Minh wanted to review it first before it was published.

In Mistress Amelia’s House, Monday evenings are always reserved for confessions from Her slaves and the slaves of the Sisters.  Usually it is like a tribunal with all the Sisters who have offending slaves sit and here of the confessions of the slaves.  During the last confession session, two of Madame Minh’s girls appeared to confess of inappropriate and non permitted sex.  The girls were caught with their lips fervently locked on each other’s cunts licking like two rutting whores.  Both girls were in tears and begging for mercy and that no such action will ever happen again.

On Tuesday evening, the day in which penances are handed out for the sins confessed on Monday, a rather larger than normal ‘audience’ was present in the dungeon chamber.

Mistress Amelia, Mistress Gayle and Madame Minh were the three Dommes with slaves for penance.  Mistress Tess, Mistress Sylvia, Mistress Krissy and Madame Diwata were also present.  All of these lovely Dommes were dressed in Their white ‘Goddess’ togas.  All of the slaves present were in their respective slave togas.

The confessions of the slaves were read by Mistress Amelia, then the penances were given and carried out by one or more of the Sisters present.

The last two were Madame Minh’s girls.  Both girls approached the Dommes.  Both were trembling and crying.  These girls are not usually part of any of these ‘ceremonies’ as they are more like indentured servants to Madame Minh.  They are not masochists nor really involved at all in BDSM.  Yet they are not ‘vanilla’ either.

Mistress Amelia than read the confessions.  All the while both girls sobbing and pleading for mercy.  She paused before reading the penances.  Getting up from Her chair, She approached each girl and gave each a rather hard slap across the face and commanded that they get control of themselves.

The stunned girls stood there trembling, stifling their sobs and looked only at the ground before them.

Then the penances were read:

i was assigned to be the executioner for this penance.  Standing before the first girl, i fastened her wrists to the bar, then her ankles to a wide spreader bar.  The top bar was hoisted until she stood on the balls of her feet.  There was absolute fear in her eyes.  i took two clothes pins (the wooden ones are by far the easiest and most merciful for a girl unaccustomed to tit torture).  i opened the spring and moved it to her first nipple.  The girl barely had an A cup tit size.  my own nipples were larger than hers.  i felt a huge rush through me, as i slowly released the clamp to capture the tip of her nipple.  How i envied what she was feeling and would soon feel.

Immediately, she let out a scream of pain, more from surprise than actual physical pain.  i quickly put on the second nipple pin.  Looking deep into her eyes, i whispered into her ear to convey to her to accept and it will be alright.

Taking my thumb and forefinger, i then placed them on her labia lips and slowly parted them to expose that precious little clitoral jewel.  she probably wasn’t a virgin, but her cunt was ever so perfectly formed.  And of course there was no hair to be found anywhere on her body.

The clothes pin turned her face red with pain.  my own impotent cock began to stiffen at her discomfort.  i stepped back so the Women could see the suffering the girl was experiencing.  After only a minute, Mistress Amelia looked at me and signaled to remove the pins.  It was obvious she needed to be trained a bit more for this activity.

VERY slowly, i released the first pin on her clitoris --- the blood flowing back literally took her breath away, yet after a moment there was a calming look on her.  The same was true for the nipple pins as well.  Each one brought that initial rush of total discomfort.

Picking up a switch, i moved behind her and began to deliver five strokes across her naked ass and thighs.  The strokes were hard enough to cause welts but not to break the flesh (an order i was to obey at all costs).

Finishing, i once again applied the wooden clothes pins to the tips of her nipples and her clitoris.  Could not tell if her sobs were from the pins or the whipping.  Then moving behind her, delivered five more strokes.

Completing this part of the whipping, i quickly removed the pins on her nipples.  The one on her clitoris i gently pulled off – fueling a bit of sadistic lust in me (an action that will be confessed next Monday).

i took a few extra moments before delivering the next set of lashes.  i almost felt sorry for her and thought she might need a bit of rest.

The remaining strokes and pinning were done with much of the same – her sobs of pain and confusion.  The Women were rather excited by the action as Mistress Gayle grabbed Her slave and made it kneel before Her and give Her such delightful oral pleasures.

When the last stroke had been delivered and all pins removed, the girl literally hung there motionless, physically and emotionally drained.

Madame Minh then gave me the sign to proceed with the final part of the penance.  Taking a vibrator, i once again spread her labia lips.  Pressing the vibrator against her abused clitoris, i switched it on.  Instantly her body jerked, from surprise, from a bit of pain, and from pleasures.

her moans and groans soon devolved from any sort of passion to quiet discomfort then to outright pain as i continued to press the vibrator against her.  How long it was there, i really don’t know, all i did was look to Madame Minh as to when to stop.

At the completion of her penance, the girl was released from her bonds.  she was unable to stand on her own and was helped into the first aid room where Mistress Tess tended to Her (Mistress Tess is a nurse practitioner).

With the first girl serving her penance, my attention focused on the second girl.  The procedures were identical.  The one major difference was this girl had a ‘fuller’ body.  she had a definite B cup set of tits.  her nipples were puffy and really had no ‘defined’ tip.  The pain she experienced with having her nipples tortured was not as bad as the other girl, yet still it took a toll on her.

Following the completion of the penance sessions, the Dommes retired from the dungeons taking their slaves with them.  All that remained was myself and Mistress Krissy.  She was assigned to be my task Mistress as i cleaned up the dungeon.  Her whip found its mark several times when She thought i was not working fast or hard enough.  When the dungeon was put back into its proper setting, Mistress Krissy locked me into my cell then left – and i went straight to the computer to document what had happened this evening.

Journal 2017-11-11 Miss Diwata’s Chamber

Early this morning around 2, Miss Diwata came into the cell.  She is the Filipino Transexual Domme that my Wife, Mistress Katherine brought from the Philippines.

She was dressed only in a long silk robe with black leather 4 inch heels.  Her jet black hair was loosed and hung just past Her tiny waist.  The cinch on Her robe was lose, letting me catch glimpses of Her silky thighs and luscious breasts.

i had only my leather wrist and ankle cuffs along with the leather collar.  She fastened my hands behind me, put a dog leash on my collar than walked me back to Her room (which was one of the guest rooms).

Just as an aside, i am not permitted into the House unless i am brought in, then i must be led on a leash like a dog.  Mars has run of the House, but i am the dog.

In Her room, She unbound my wrists and had me kneel before Her.  Keeping the leash in Her one hand, She let slip the cinch on Her robe, letting Her beautiful cock in all of its erect glory fall just inches from my lips.  No words were spoken, except for Her orders in my cell.

She took firm hold of my face with Her hands and pressed Her cock to my lips.  Without hesitation, i opened my mouth.  Trying to move my lips towards Her, She kept tight hold of my face and brought Her cock past my lips and deep into my mouth by pushing Her hips forward.

Miss Diwata’s cock is about 6 inches long, but on the ‘thin’ side.  She is circumcised with a tiny mushroomed glans.  There is absolutely no hair to be found on Her cock and balls – She is so smooth.   Her balls, when She is aroused, are rather large and droop.  She loves to have them fondled when being sucked.

Miss Diwata began a very rhythmic thrusting with Her hips.  When fully pressed, the tip of Her cock would hit the back of my throat, when withdrawn, She would take it to where my lips would almost lose contact.  i worked my own saliva and the precum from Her cock to keep Her lubricated in my mouth so She could get the best sensations.

my hands went to cradle Her balls.  my fingers gently massaging each nugget giving Her the pleasures She craved.

No words were spoken, only a slight moan from Her lips, which told me, my mouth was fucking Her cock correctly.  Her hips kept up a perfect rhythm, moving Her cock in and out of my mouth – letting me feel it push up against my throat.  She carried on like this for quite some time, as this was the first time i had been with Her since Mistress Amelia bought me back from Miss Lydia.  Prior to my leaving the House to serve Miss Lydia, Miss Diwata would have me perform oral sex on Her as often as She could.  She said it was my patience that was my ‘strength’ in cock sucking.

Soon, i could feel the head of Her cock begin to swell and the shaft stiffen more – a sign that She was getting close to letting Her cock spit into my mouth.  Her grip on my face tightened, and Her thrusting hips became more forceful – i made every attempt to keep my mouth open for Her – and keeping my teeth from rubbing against Her cock.  my fingers kept up with Her thrusts as i rubbed Her balls.

Her cockhead swelled, Her ass cheeks tightened, Her head was looking up and the soft moans were now becoming grunts of pure lust.  i braced myself and was rewarded with a full load of cum spit from Her cock.  The hot gooey cum splashed all inside of my mouth – some getting into my throat.  Her cock pulled out and i prepared for a second thrust of cum, which spilled from my mouth and down my chin, landing on my chest.

Her cock ejaculated four heavy loads of cum.  Most of it escaped my lips as the volume was too much to hold in my mouth.  After Her last thrust, Miss Diwata let Her cock rest in my mouth.  As Her cock began to lose its erection, i was able to use my tongue to lick around the head, even taking a bit to thrust the tip of my tongue into the head of Her cock.  The taste and texture of Her cum, in days past when i had my balls would have my own cock straining with an erection.  But now, i reveled in that bitter taste and pasty texture humbled that a cock had fucked my mouth and i had no choice but to accept it. 

When at last She pulled Her cock from my lips, She took hold of my face and pointed it up to Her.  She looked down at me, my eyes gazing into Hers, the sparkle of satisfaction shown in Her eyes, the flush cheeks, the smile all said that i had helped Her experience a lusty orgasm.

She yanked on my leash, bringing me to my feet.  She stood there looking at my face covered in Her cum, my chest also dripping with cum.  She let Her fingers dip into the cum on my chest – then brought it to Her lips – tasting what She ejaculated in my mouth.  Her head then bent, Her lips began licking up the cum on my chest.  Her fingers toying with my nipples – not for pain, but for pleasure.

When Her lips licked up the last droplets of cum, She stood before me, brought my face down to Hers.  Her lips but an inch from me.  Then in those closing moments of passion, She pressed Her lips against mine.  i did not hesitate, my lips opened – as did Hers.  The passion filled kiss became a huge cum swap.  Her tongue thrusting into my mouth, pushing cum from Her into me, then scooping cum from my mouth with Her tongue dragging back to Her mouth. 

Miss Diwata is a very passionate kisser, whether it be with a male or Woman.  When at last our lips parted, there was cum everywhere.  She held my gaze as i watched Her swallow the cum that She gathered from me.  Then i too swallowed.

Miss Diwata left me standing there as She went to Her bathroom to clean the cum off of Her face and body.  When She returned She sat on he bed, and me just in front of Her.  my own puny little cock was at Her eye level, which She stared at for a time, before lighting Her ‘after sex cigarette’.  Still no words had been spoken.  Then She began to burn me with Her cigarette.  my cock and nipples felt the most pain.  i bit through my bottom lip to keep from screaming in pain.  Then She stubbed out the cigarette on my butt cheek (something that has become commonplace).

She stood, took hold of the leash and led me to a corner in Her room.  Facing the corner, She fastened my wrists behind my back.  She took Her foot and pressed it behind my knee, making my leg buckle- a sign that i had better kneel.  Then She went to bed.  i stayed in the corner until morning when She woke up for breakfast.  The cum on my face was no longer ‘fresh’ and had taken on that bitter rancid smell.  The ‘gooey’ texture was gone and it was like having dried paste on my flesh.  i had become a very disgusting slave.

Miss Diwata still had not said a word as She half dragged me by the leash from Her room to the breakfast area where i took my place to the right of Mistress Amelia’s chair on my knees.  Then listened to Her tell everyone about the cock sucking i had done.

After hearing the episode, Mistress Amelia ordered me to journal it for publication on Collarspace and Fetlife.

Mistress Amelia has commanded me to give those who have not been following my journals for very long, a brief update on who Mistress is and Her ‘Sisters’.  She wanted this journal entry as a precursor to any sessions so that those following these journals have a reference point for the Dommes.

Mistress Amelia – She is the ultimate Dominatrix, Humiliatrix, Masturbatrix, and very sensual sadist.  It is Her house to run, and Her rules that are obeyed at all times.  Her physical stature is rather demure…  Standing in around 5’-6” weighing about 120 pounds.  She has a wicked Spanish look to Her… Not Mexican, but Mediterranean Spanish… very regal…  Long slender neck, dark black hair, deep deep brown eyes.  High cheek bones, thin lips… a rather small mouth (yet She can still suck the largest cock in the house).  For Her age (i’ll say mid 50’s)  She has extremely sexy tits…  Small and somewhat saggy with deep dark nipples that tighten when sexually aroused.  Her butt is nicely rounded with Her thighs riding up to meet the ass (as opposed to drooping down)…  She keeps Her cunt hair barely trimmed as She enjoys the more ‘natural’ look (as do i).  Because of Her small size, She has rather tiny feet, yet when encased in leather either with boot or shoe, it can strike fear into a submissive.

Mistress Amelia’s strength is Her penchant for absolute total control over any slave or submissive… and to show Her strength as the Alpha Female to the Sisters.  i had mentored Her and opened up in Her the qualities of a ‘good’ session… and of course helped Her see Herself as a true and independent Domme.

Mistress Sondra – A friend of Mistress Amelia who used to be a ‘manager’ at Target…  She got a windfall inheritance and moved to the country and built a nice homestead including a 1,000 square foot dungeon.  She came into the picture during my mentoring time with Mistress Amelia… Mistress wanted me to ‘work’ with Mistress Sondra as well, but to be honest, i was no way attracted to Her and had a hard time devoting any effort to ‘helping’ Her.  She is large, but wasn’t in a sexy way… Over the past few years She has shed about 40 pounds and is much more appealing, plus She is now taking better care of Her appearance.  She is in Her late 40’s.  Beginning at the first of the year, Mistress Sondra has decided to go ‘au natural’ with Her body hair…  She no longer shaves or trims.  Normally, i would say that this is not ‘my cup of tea’… but for Her, it is rather sexy and can arouse nasty thoughts – especially when forced to lick cum from Her armpit hair.

Her one area of expertise is Her wicked tongue… She can verbally cut any male to ribbons without even thinking about it.  Yet, being a Sister, She also has a Sadistic Streak in Her.. that is highlighted by Her desires for hard face slapping.  She also enjoys spanking males.  i have been subjected to Her whims many many times.  When She spanks, She reduces you to tears, which fuels Her lust.

Mistress Sondra was also my overseer when i was used as a plantation slave over the last year.  Every morning while in service to Her, i received a whipping before given my daily duty.

Mistress Krissy – She is the ‘adopted’ daughter of Mistress Amelia.  She is the daughter of Her ex-husband’s Sister who was unable to raise Her and so, Mistress Amelia and Her ex took on the responsibility… however for a large part of the time, She was in the care of Her grandmother (Mistress Amelia’s Mother) when Mistress Amelia and the ex were having difficult times.  She came to live more permanently when She was around 15…  For 3 years, Mistress Amelia had to ‘keep’ Her lifestyle somewhat under wraps (even though She had two live-in slaves).  Mistress Krissy knew what was going on, but it wasn’t until She officially turned 18 that She was introduced to the lifestyle.  At that time Her name was spelled ‘Chrissy’,  but both myself and Her Mother thought that ‘Krissy’ was a more meaningful spelling for a Domme.

Mistress Krissy is now in Her late 20’s, living in the House and working in sales.  Her features are not as apparent of being Hispanic as Her Mother, but She has the Spanish influence and not the Inca features.  She is a bit taller at 5’9” and a bit more filled out at 135 pounds.  She keeps Her dark brown hair about shoulder length.  Like Her Mother, She also has dark brown eyes, but not as deep.  Her tits are rather nice and they do excite me, which in turn causes me to confess my lust.  They are nicely a large ‘B’ cup with puffy nipples.  Unlike Her Mother, there is not one strand of hair that guards Her beautiful cunt.  She is kept ‘baby skin’ smooth, mainly because Her pussy is formed perfectly with the lips a nice pink shade and the slight hint of Her clitoral shield just ‘peeking’ out.

Mistress Krissy is a wicked Sadist that can easily loose control… Her strength is Her appearance and attitude towards male submissives.  She is not afraid to show off Her body, nor to conceal it to taunt and tease.  She has been learning true cock and ball torture techniques from Mistress Tess.  How to use a whip from Mistress Sylvia.  How to control a session from Her Mother (and from me – as i am still permitted to be Her mentor in this area).

One of Her sexual passions is to enjoy the massive cock of Mars (please contact me about this as the censors would most likely delete it)…    

Mistress Sylvia – Again, She and Mistress Amelia met while the two of them worked together… Mistress Sylvia also had a very failed marriage in which She was somewhat abused…  Mistess Amelia allowed me to work with Her on developing Her true Dominant nature.  She too is VERY Rubenesque in that She has very large hips, and thighs (yet large, but not ‘fat’).  Her tits are a bit small for Her body size, and have larger nipples than the breast should support (not sure if that makes sense)…  Like Mistress Krissy, Mistress Sylvia has a beautiful cunt that She keeps smooth and hairless.  She is also a white Woman with blonde hair that is shoulder length.  Her facial features are those of a Rubenesque Woman… larger lips, full mouth.

Mistress Sylvia is the ‘largest’ Sister… standing in at 5’10” and just over 200 pounds… and it is a package that has taken to being a true Whip Bitch.  That is Her passion, the whip…  She can stimulate the flesh and gently warm it, or strip the flesh away --- whatever Her mood is.  Her favorite outfit is a leather coat with leather boots…  She keeps the coat open to let the unsuspecting submissive view Her delicious cunt.

Mistress Tess – She is the ultimate in Cock and Ball Torture as it is truly HER passion.  Mistress Tess moved into the house when Mistress Katherine moved out.  She too is in Her mid-50’s and has a Rubenesque stature…  She is about the same size as Mistress Krissy at 5’9” but weighs about 180 pounds.  She is very full figured with enormous tits that are, what i call, saggers (but in a very attractive and sexy way).  She has large areola with just a hint of nipple tip. She is white with auburn hair that is kept ‘matronly’.  Like most Women Her age, She does not do all the trimming and plucking of cunt hair… rather, She keeps it full and bushy, but not a ‘forest’…

She and Mistress Amelia met during some of the trips Mistress Amelia had to the emergency room, where Mistress Tess worked as a nurse  (She now works as a Nurse Practitioner)…  They developed a friendship and when Mistress Amelia began to develop into Her natural role as a Dominatrix, She was able to talk to Mistress Tess about it, and it was revealed of Her penchant for CBT.  Although Mistress Tess does not own any full time slaves (She would wear them out with Her desires), She does have access to several males who enjoy such activity… plus being a Sister, She can also use any owned slave. 

i must confess, that as i kneel here writing these words, it is with deep longing that i lust for the sadistic torments that Mistress Tess inflicts…  my only regret is that when my balls were cut off that i am no longer able to satisfy the sadistic lust She has for for ball torture.

Mistress Gayle – This is the one Sister that i was responsible for in bringing in to the fold.  Back before i was made a ‘live-in’ slave, i functioned in the vanilla world in various social situations…  That is where i met Mistress Gayle… She had sons who were playing organized baseball, and i was one of the umpires in the league… Many a day, we spent by my ‘locker’ talking baseball (She loves the game)… my locker was the open doors of my Ford f-150 (i do miss that truck)…  although i never stripped down to just a jock strap, i did wear compression shorts and would often times be just in that as i cooled down after a hot summer game (or two).  Getting into a bit more detail than probably needed, but the back story is impressive.  One day, She is really bummed out and furious with Her husband… Seemed She caught him cheating on Her… but not with a Woman --- with another male.  She was making all kinds of preparation to divorce him and get him out…  She and i talked quite a bit about this… She is a very natural dominant personality and Her husband was all but a hen-pecked male (no wonder he wanted to suck cock for pleasure).   i set the wheels in motion to go for a revenge motive instead of a divorce with Her…  i can get into details, but the essence was that She kept him on, but not as a husband, but rather as a cuckold. 

As time went on, i helped Her identify other ‘distractions’ that involved developing Her natural dominance.  Yes, i was one of Her lovers that cuckolded Her husband… and yes, he and i knew each other quite well (although, he kept his cock sucking desires well hidden).

When the time was right, i made the introduction to Mistress Amelia and the two of them have become really good friends (and i have also witnessed them as lovers – very exciting)…

Mistress Gayle is now a Woman in Her mid 40’s… a few pounds overweight, but nothing detrimental… a VERY professional Woman who works in a school environment. 

Madame Gloria – She prefers to be called Madame instead of Mistress… She is from the Valley and came into the house as a Sister when Mistress Amelia had moved Her house to the Valley (i originally did not go until after i had made my confession to Mistress Katherine about the secret life i had…)…She is a doctor, who has since sold Her practice.  She keeps the medical side of the slaves in tip top shape…  When Mistress Amelia moved back to the Houston Area --- i was sold into slavery to Madame Gloria… a move that really hurt me mentally and emotionally, yet i provided the best service i could to Madame Gloria while i was Her property.  i stayed with Her for about 6 months… then on my birthday, i was taken by van (blindfolded and bound) from the Valley to Mistress Amelia’s new house She had built.

Madame Gloria comes to the Houston area about every six weeks or so… as She continues to maintain the house in the Valley (which is visited from time to time by Mistress Amelia and others --- but i am no longer permitted to travel.

Madame Gloria has many special qualities for dominance… She has a true passion for controlling males and is not afraid to use Her knowledge of the male body to get Her message across.

Madame Minh – a name i have given Her as i have a hard time spelling Her real name…  She is a Vietnamese Woman who is in Her early 60’s… She owns several businesses, mostly nail and beauty saloons.  One thing She does is offer young girls the opportunity to come to the states and learn a skill and earn a living…  In doing so, She will sometimes identify some of these girls to enter into some BDSM training.

Madame Minh provides the ‘hair removal’ of all the slaves kept by the Sisters…  Surprising that no male is permitted hair below its neck if it wishes to be a slave.

Madame Minh after joining the Sister-hood began to funnel several of Her young girls through Mistress Amelia’s ‘dungeon’ for special training… mostly in the side of service…

Mistress Katherine – Although i am still Her husband, She has little to any interaction with me.   She is a part owner of the house, although no longer living here, and through Her, She sees that my financial contributions to the house are appropriate.  Like Mistress Amelia, She is rather small and petite… She is a Filipino in Her late 50’s.  She stands all of 5’2” and weighs 115 pounds (soaking wet).  She is typical asian with a dark skin complexion.  Her hair is jet black and very long (down below Her ass).  As with Mistress Amelia, She has deep dark brown eyes that can look straight through any male (something She learned after accepting Her natural dominant side).  She has a rather round face with a small, cute little ‘pug’ nose, full lips and proportioned mouth (She too can suck the largest cock in the house).  Her breasts are small, yet full and do not need any bra to support them…  She has the typical asian nipple, small areola with the nubby little nipple that gets rock hard when aroused.  Like Mistress Amelia, She prefers the natural look to Her cunt hair.  It is extremely soft yet thick and just as dark and black as the hair on Her head.  One of my ultimate pleasures is to lick the cum from Her cunt hair that Her lovers ejaculate on Her. 

She is not a true sadist, yet has some tendencies… Her major pursuit is to cuckold Her special lover.  Though She is my Wife, my cock is no longer permitted to enter Her body.  The only time She even touches my cock is to hurt it or torture it.

Miss Diwata – ‘She’ is a She-male from the Philippines that came back with Mistress Katherine.  She was a professional shemale living the lifestyle as a true 24/7 Woman… and EASILY passes for a Woman.  She is in Her mid to late 40’s, not as petite as Mistress Katherine.  She has quickly adapted to life in America.  She has a beautiful cock about 7 inches in length with a nicely defined mushroom head.  She keeps Herself clean of body hair as well.  Over the last 18 months, She has developed a clear appreciation for sadism.  As well as humiliation.  She and Mistress Amelia are often seen together.

These are the Women who make up the Sisterhood and who i serve.

Should anyone have questions of these Superior Women, i will do my best to answer.

Journal 2017-09-11  Presentation to Mistress

 When i was brought back to Mistress Amelia’s House, i was totally disgusting in my appearance.  So for that first day, i was confined in one of cages in the dog kennel until my body was properly prepared to be in the presence of Mistress.

After a night of wondering what was to happen, Madame Minh showed up with two of Her Girls.  i was literally hosed off and doused with some liquid soap to knock some of the stench and dirt from me.  They removed me from the cage and took me to the dungeon.  They had filled the ‘pit’ with rather hot water, in which i was placed.  The two Girls bathed me from head to toe, no part of my body was untouched by these precious little angels.  As has been the custom from the past, the Girls were kept naked.  Even in my tired and broken state, the sight of Their perfect tiny breasts brought a hint of hope and excitement to me… something that i knew was forbidden, but nevertheless difficult to control.  When They determined i was properly cleaned, the water was drained, the pit cleaned and then refilled with hotter water along with scented oils.  For well over an hour, these petite little Angels soaked and soothed my body.  It felt as if the waters were bringing new life into a broken twisted body.

As mentioned previously, when confined as a plantation nigger, my body was not voided of the disgusting body hair.  For that, the Angels dried my body, then fastened me to the rack.  Face up, They stretched me until movement was all but impossible.  They proceeded to de-nude my body of the troublesome hair.  my head was shaved smooth, eyebrows plucked.  The beard and stubble on my face removed as was all vestiges of body hair below my neck that could be got to in my position.  Razors, plucking, depilatory lotions, electrolysis were all used…  One of the benefits of not having balls is that the testosterone needed for body hair is not there, and hence, my offensive ‘disease’ was not like the wooly bear i had been prior to being castrated.

Once the front of my body was done, the Girls rolled me over on the rack, retightened the restraints and went to work on the back of my body… no place or cavity was left without stripping hair.

Now my body was prepared to be ‘conditioned’ for presentation.  i was released from the rack and permitted to sit on a small stool.  One of the Girls began massaging oils and lotions into my flesh… trying to take away the course hardness my body endured.  The other Girl began to do Her magic on my hands with a very professional manicure.  The Girls swapped duties when the manicure was done.  The manicurist took over rubbing my body with the oils & lotions – paying a lot of attention to my cock and buttocks (i was made to stand and was bound to a cross piece of a cross to support me.  The other Young Girl performed a pedicure on me that was the equal of the manicure.

All the while, both girls were conversing to each other in Vietnamese, ignoring me as if i did not exist – which for all purposes is true.

Madame Minh came into the dungeon to check on the ‘progress’.  She was pleased with the Girls’ efforts.  my wrists were bound and a leash put around my neck.  Madame led me into the house to ‘Her’ Room.  There i was placed in a chair in front of a makeup mirror.  Madame proceeded to perform a minor miracle on me by using makeup to highlight, brighten and bring a luster to my eyes.  When She was finished, i could not believe what stared at me from the mirror.

With the transformation complete, slaveboy came to take me back to the dungeon.  The dungeon had been re-arranged with the platform setup in the center with two ‘thrones’ on it with a small table between them.  Several other chairs were placed on either side.  In front of the stage about 8 feet away was a single pole whipping post.  slaveboy put steel shackles on my wrists and ankles – using heavy chains to secure my ‘movements’.  he told me to kneel that Mistress would be here soon.  So i knelt in front of the platform, the chains and shackles truly reminding me of my slavery.  What seemed an eternity was but 15 minutes until the doors opened and i could hear Mistress Amelia’s boots clicking on the tile floor.  Of course She was not alone.  Several of the Sisters as well as Miss Lydia and Her Brother were in the entourage.  Mistress Amelia took one of the thrones, Miss Lydia the other.  The Black Master stood next to His Sister.  The other Dommes took chairs with several slaves in attendance to the Women.

Miss Lydia spoke first.  Her tirade against me was humbling, to say the least.  She complained that i was an absolute embarrassment to Her and was not the least bit respectful of the position i was brought in to be.  She claimed my arrogance as a white racist was always present, even when being raped by Her Brother and His friends.  Her final verbal assault dealt with my not acceptance of my role as a white nigg*r.

For me, i could hardly believe my ears.  i had done everything possible to make Miss Lydia and Her Brother the full focus and attention of my slavery.  And then, like the proverbial light bulb turning on, i realized that Her tirade was a way of ensuring that i was unworthy to continue as Her slave and that She needed to ‘get rid of me’.

Mistress Amelia then spoke.  She was sympathetic to Miss Lydia’s complaints and She too, told of how my own arrogance prevented me from performing my duties to Her satisfaction.  She vowed that from this moment on, until the day i die, that every day i will be made to endure severe pain and humiliation and to renew my pledge of devotion and slavery to Mistress.  She also invited Miss Lydia and the Black Master to use me at any time they need to punish my ‘whiteness’.

With that, Mistress Amelia and Miss Lydia signed the Bill of Sale which gave ownership of my body to Mistress Amelia.

All this time, my gaze was only on the floor before me, i didn’t dare raise my eyes, nor give any indication that i was even present.  It was then that slaveboy and nigg*rslave (that is the name i am now to use for Her Black property), fastened me to the whipping post.  Miss Lydia took hold of a single tail.  She used Her full force to lash me…  making my screams echo in the dungeon.  She struck me three times… giving about a minute between strokes.  i almost blacked out after the second lash… my vision lost all sense of color… all i could see were various shades of gray.  After She hit me the third time, She took a handful of salt, then threw it against my back…  The welts were open and had droplets of blood.  The salt burned turning me into a whimpering pig.

Mistress Amelia than came forward.  She took a steel collar.  Placed it on my neck, then fastened it to the whipping post.  She then picked up the whip.  Delivered three hard lashes, much as Miss Lydia had done.  Only this time, the pain was so great, i did pass out.

Mistress Amelia had me revived then brushed my back with more salt.  The tears were streaming down my cheeks, and with it, i noticed that the makeup Madame Minh had so deliciously placed on me was running… i could only imagine how ugly i looked.

Mistress Amelia and Miss Lydia then took the ‘Bill of Sale’ and placed it on my back, letting the blood droplets from the welts infuse themselves on the document.

The Dommes then all proceeded to leave.  Only Madame Minh’s two girls remained – they took me down from the whipping post and helped me into the dungeon cell where they tended to the welts.  i could barely even think with the pain, yet i did manage to thank them for caring for me.

That was my re-entering the House – the Bill of Sale…  It would be another day before Mistress re-introduced me to the House.

my most humble and sincere apologies to all that have been following my journal writings. For the past several months i was forbidden any type of computer access while i was in service to Mistress Sondra.

Back in May, my Owners - Miss Lydia and Her Brother, the Black Master, sent me to Mistress Sondra's to continue my 'education' as a strict plantation nigg*r (my apology for the use of the word 'nigg*r', but i have been directed to use it whenever referring to who and what i am or rather was, during this time).

my existence during this time was not even what i would call Spartan. It was a cold harsh existence that had me questioning what my life had 'devolved' into.

To begin with, the computer access was gone, as was any contact with another person, save only Mistress Sondra and Her slave husband 'kenny'. After about a week in Their service, i lost all track of time -- no clue as to what day of the week it was, what time of the day, or for that matter, what month it was. All i knew was that when the sun came up, i was given a porridge breakfast followed by a daily whipping.
Each morning i was taken by the slave and bound to a whipping post in the middle of Mistress Sondra's outdoor bondage arena. And each morning, i received 20 strokes from either Mistress Sondra or Her slave. The lashings were done with different instruments and on different parts of the body.

Following the whipping, i was given the daily duties i was to perform. All of which were outdoors and designed to make it appear that i was indeed the plantation nigg*r They wanted me to be.

The tasks were varied, tiring, yet yielded what Mistress demanded. During this time, i cleared about 2 acres of brush and scrub trees to reclaim as an outdoor recreation area. All the yards in the back of the House were maintained by me, including flower beds -- all without the use of any power tools. Hand lawnmower, hand edger, hand shears for trimming, and pruning. i also tended to an acre vegetable garden She maintained.

In addition to these tasks, i was also charged with maintaining the swimming pool, pool house and other jobs. Again, all without power tools except for the vacuum used for the pool. Only hand tools permitted, no power tools.

Instead of staying in Her dungeon (which is about half the size of Mistress Amelia's dungeon), i was kept in an open air outdoor shed -- closed on three sides. Part of the flooring was dirt, part was concrete -- i spent most of my time in the dirt, only permitted to use the concrete when it rained as it provided a bit more shelter. The electricity in the shed was disconnected. my light came from a kerosene lantern. There were no fans, no running water, no heater (there were some rather cool evenings).
my only possessions were a pair of slave sandals, leather wrist and ankle shackles, a leather collar, a box of matches, a tin cup, a five gallon galvanized bucket, a toothbrush and baking soda. i was given a bar of ivory soap and when it was gone, that was replaced.
There was an old bed spread given me to use for bedding and warmth if needed. There was no other clothing given me -- everything i did was done naked.

Personal hygiene was very basic. i had to dig a latrine and that became my toilet (no toilet paper). Mistress allowed me to construct a canvas covering for it, not for privacy but to keep the latrine from filling with mud during rain and to keep the lime from getting wet (She insisted that there be no odor from my 'outhouse').
She has a well house near where the shed is that had a pitcher pump. That was where i was permitted to get water for drinking and bathing.

i was provided food at breakfast then a second 'meal' in the mid-afternoon. If i had performed my tasks correctly, there were times when i was permitted a whiskey or beer ration.

Whenever anyone came into the backyard or to a place where i might be seen, i was instructed to lock and chain myself in the shed so that no one would see the disgusting nigg*r kept there. The slave would release me when it was 'safe' to be out. There was absolutely no interaction with anyone -- even Mistress Sondra, when She spoke to me was to degrade, humiliate or openly remind me that i am a nigg*r slave. The slave was forbidden to speak to me except to give tasks and directions and to occasionally help with those tasks.

i had no idea of what was happening in the Her house, much less the world. No idea of politics, social actions, nothing -- it wasn't until i was moved into the dungeon that i realized there was a hurricane.

That was my last task, to clean up the debris from the hurricane.

Since i did not have a razor, there was no trimming of my beard or hair. Without Madame Minh's care, my body hair grew back -- although without the testosterone, my body hair was no where near what it had been. Being kept outside in the heat of the summer, i did my best to keep clean, but that was all but impossible.
That being said, there was no sexual interaction whatsoever with Mistress, Her slave or my Owners. i was just too damn disgusting.

i was literally reduced to a piece of property, a slave to be used and abused at will without any recourse. i thought about just giving up and walking out. But the reality was where i could go? Without clothing, without money, without friends -- i was the pathetic creature that i truly deserved to be.

It wasn't until one night when the slave with two other male slaves from Mistress Amelia came, put a hood over my head, dumped me into a van and drove me to Mistress Amelia's House where i was confined in the dog kennel, that i even thought about any kind of salvation.

This journal entry and any others that follow are through the benevolence of Mistress Amelia.

Journal 2017-04-15  Happy Birthday

Yesterday on the 14^th was my Second Birthday.  It was two years ago that i became a eunuch for my Mistress.  It was an extremely painful ceremony without any vestiges of compassion (which is what i had begged for).

After the initial shock of the castration, it took about 3 months for me to get used to the body changes that were taking place – including the lack of sexual drive…  But for a year and a half, i blissfully served my Mistress as Her eunuch and slave.

Then in August of 2016, my world of bliss came crashing down.  Mistress sold me to the Male i am now honored to call the Black Master.  The transition was difficult.  i began this part of my journey, not as a house slave in service --- but rather as a plantation slave under the direction of Mistress Sondra (one of Mistress Amelia’s ‘Sisters’.)  Gone were the comforts of having my body cleaned of body hair, the bear i had been before, was now coming back.  Gone was the ‘safety’ and confines of my cell in Mistress Amelia’s dungeon.  The place i now called home was an outdoor storage shed that left my naked body exposed to the elements through September.  Gone was the duties that i performed for Mistress Amelia as Her personal ‘secretary’, personal masochist, and sometimes confident.  The days now consisted of a ‘breakfast’ of oatmeal with cum and a mixture of water and piss… then a daily flogging at the outdoor whipping post before beginning a full day of hard labor working on Mistress Sondra’s property – not only naked, but in chains as well. Lunches, if permitted, were crusty bread and cheese with piss laced water – and ‘dinner’ was usually some form of cold canned meat.

Then in October, the true Owners moved me to Their House to serve as a house slave – cooking, cleaning, laundry & other domestic chores…  Because my naked body offended Miss Lydia (the Black Master’s Sister) i was made to wear a slave style toga.  Although the daily whippings were not as rough, the racial tirade of hatred towards my ‘whiteness’ was a daily assault.

Most of the humbling dealings are in my previous Journals.

The one point is that Miss Lydia has never touched my flesh unless Her hands were gloved.  She insists that any contact with Her Black Superior body would be a ‘sin’ against nature.

Now it is becoming warmer.  The Black Master has told me that i will be sent to Mistress Sondra’s for another season of plantation slavery.   

Journal 2017-04-12 The journey in retrospect

my sincere apologies for not writing before this. 

This journal entry picks up about a week before Christmas.  Miss Lydia and the Black Master were going to be out of town and did not want me in Their house by myself… hence, i was sent to be with Mistress Sondra.

The dungeon in Her home was to be my ‘home’ from December 18^th to January 7^th.  When i was delivered to Her home, i was placed in the customary steel shackles for ankles, wrists and neck.  While steel, they have rounded edges and are not as biting to the flesh as squared up edges.

For the next few days, my chains allowed me to get to the toilet and sink that were in the dungeon area.  Several times during the day, Mistress Sondra or Her slave husband (kenny) would check in on me.  The slave would bring in food but did not speak to me.  Only Mistress Sondra would speak, and then it was to reinforce what the Black Master and Miss Lydia wanted me to know, that i have become a disappointment to them.  Even though the temperatures outside were cold, i was kept naked with only a small space heater providing any form of warmth… no blankets, no bedding of any kind except the cold tiled floor.

On December 23^rd, Mistress Sondra told me that i would be ‘on my own’ for a few days as She and kenny would be at Mistress Amelia’s for Christmas.  Her slave, kenny, was with Her, he shortened the chain so that the toilet and sink were now out of reach.  he put three five gallon buckets before me, two with water, and the other with a few inches of bleach in it… These would be my drinking water, cleaning water (if i needed it) and my chamber pot until She returned.  Also, the slave threw on the floor 6 loaves of crusty bread for me to eat.

The space heater was removed and the vents were opened.  i was told that the dungeon will be kept at 68 degrees.  All the lights in the dungeon were turned off except for 1 wall sconce that had a 25 watt bulb.  Mistress and Her slave left the dungeon.  i heard the key turn in the lock.  For the next 5 days i saw or heard no one.

It was during these five days that i truly had to resort to delving into the deep dark parts of my being that i wanted to keep hidden, but the time alone, the time bound without activity, the time where the mind was left alone with its thoughts took me down that road that should have never been opened.

Christmas is one time of year that should not be spent alone – and removed from society, yet there i was – locked in a dungeon without any human contact.  After the reality that i was totally alone sunk in, and that my existence depended on the simple loaves of bread and bucket of water the need for ‘survival’ was satisfied, but the horrendous thoughts of my life started playing across my mind.

my Wife was celebrating with Her lover and the family – a family that i am no longer a part of.  my previous Owner, Mistress Amelia, celebrating with Her slaves and Sisters – enjoying the holidays – all without thought of me.  Even the Black Master and His Sister enjoying the time away from me – not that i am important – but not even an afterthought on Their holiday plans.  Alone and literally forgotten.  That sentiment plays hell on one’s balance between what i am and what i have turned into.

i am a slave – of that, no doubt.  It is an existence that is justified for a multitude of reasons, the least of which is based upon a life from before when i was not a ‘good’ person.  i voluntarily joined Mistress Amelia as a way of penance for those times – and now, i am owned by a cruel & sadistic Bitch & Her Brother who only see me as a racist that needs to be made to see those errors.  This evolution of my existence as slave is truly highlighting just how far and depraved i have become in my quest to do penance for so many sins.  The deeper i descend, the more it is craved.  Masochism has become my friend…  that inert NEED and DESIRE for pain… pain that pushes ALL of my limits that i thought might be there --- but are fleeting.

When i was castrated, i thought that it was the ultimate gift i could have presented to my Owner – yet the reality is that it opened up my body for cravings of degradation, humiliation and pain…  ALL with the goal of helping drive away the demons that haunt me… 

Being locked in the dungeon with only my thoughts for company was making this all so clear… that in reality there will be no true forgiveness here… only a prolonged existence until i am able to face those tortured souls.  Of all the virtues one can, and should have, hope is the one that has escaped me…  No longer do i even contemplate hope..  i am now truly resigned to exist as a slave, a thing to be truly abused – and abused with my full and total consent and desires.

The days chained in the dungeon passed.  The stale bread was enough to sustain me, and i was truly thankful for the bleach that was put into the bucket i use as a chamber pot.  The thermostat may have been set at 68 degrees, but the cold tile floor and open air space along with the dim lighting made it feel so much colder and drafty.  Being naked only added to my plight.  i could not help but look down between my thighs to see the remnants of a male cock that is truly useless.  No longer able to even think about procreating.  i began to cry on several occasions… sometimes for fear of what was to happen to me… sometimes for feeling sorry for myself (an emotion that i eventually confessed to Miss Lydia and was severely punished for it).  i cried for the hurt and pain i caused Women for my ‘male’ ways --- and again, confessed that to Miss Lydia who has taken a renewed design on cock torture.  There were even tears shed wishing that my slavery and fortitude would fulfill the desires and demands of those who own me.

When Mistress Sondra and Her slave returned, it was the slave who ‘greeted’ me – as one might imagine, 5 days with only a chamber pot and yeast bread to eat did not bode well for the aroma of the dungeon.  Took a bit of airing out and scrubbing to make the dungeon usable again.

For the next week until i was returned to Miss Lydia, my stay in the dungeon was returned to a ‘lengthened’ chain to allow access to the toilet and sink.  There were no beatings or any real interaction with Mistress Sondra – just with the slave.  Confinement in the dungeon was at times a welcome respite from the strain of being a house slave in Miss Lydia’s home.

The day i was returned to Miss Lydia, one of Madame Minh’s girls came to the dungeon to remove the body hair that was sprouting on my disgusting body.  Everything except eyelashes were removed.  i was bathed and given conditioning body lotions to make the skin less leathery, as i was about to re-enter the world of a house slave.

For the remainder of January, i resumed my duties as house slave – cooking, cleaning, laundry, various other tasks – and once again wearing the slave toga as Miss Lydia is highly disgusted with my naked body.  Miss Lydia had Her dungeon area stripped down as the Black Master was entertaining on weekends with football playoffs.  i was banished to the storage section of the garage during these times – even to where i was made to sleep there.  Back in the confines of the House, there was no interaction with either the Black Master or His Sister…  Neither wanted to really see me except in the performance of my duties.  January was a very lonely month – most time spent by myself and on only a few occasions given access to the computer.

February was a bit different.  Especially Valentine’s Day.  Miss Lydia had me come to Her room late at night.  Her Brother was there getting ready for an incestuous fucking session…  She told me that i would be permitted to watch with one caveat.  That being, any time i would glimpse Her naked breasts or Her cunt that i would be made to suffer extreme pain for the privilege.

So for the first time in almost 7 months of slavery, i was permitted to see Her naked body --  i was in awe at such beauty and my mind wondered and lusted for Her as Her Brother’s cock brought Her such joys and pleasures.  When the encounter was completed, Miss Lydia reclined on Her bed smoking a cigarette.  She motioned for me to approach, then with vicious sadistic lust, She began to burn my cock with the embers of Her cigarette.  To this day, i carry two scars from this encounter.  Yet it was a price that was gladly paid.

She also had me taken by Her Brother.  It was done over a spanking bench where i was bound face up.  The Master had me lubricate His cock with my spit, then plunged His huge cock inside of me.  Felt like it split me in two, my cries fell on deaf ears as He began pounding me.

His sweat began dripping on my face, and He would spit on me.  Miss Lydia stood there as the queen She is, reminding me just what a horrible piece of human filth i am.  When His cock spit its cum load into me, He yanked His cock and had me clean it off with my mouth…  a task that is now almost automatic.  As has become the case during these types of sessions, it was Madame Minh’s girl who released me and tended to my tortured body.

i have been honored to witness two more sessions with Miss Lydia – each ending with my body wracked in pain.  On one occasion, the soles of my feet were beaten so severely that walking was very difficult for several days.  The other torment came with Miss Lydia pouring hot molten was on my cock head… then using a vampire glove to puncture and scratch roughly the tiny shaft of my cock…  When this was finished, She used mint toothpaste to swap the length of my cock – intense pain.

Miss Lydia has never touched my flesh unless Her hands were encased in leather gloves.  She feels that my white body is something to be avoided at all costs.  The Black Master, on the other hand, has no compunction about beating and hurting my body with His fists or hand.

Because of the ‘March Madness’ of college basketball, the upstairs dungeon play room was kept dismantled for the Master and His friends to enjoy the games – all the while, my time was spent in the isolation of the garage storage – the weather is changing and the space heater was taken, leaving me to suffer for a few hours on several days when the temperature dipped into the 50’s.

April is now here.  Miss Lydia told me to get ready to be transformed back into a plantation slave – to be given to Mistress Sondra for Her use in working Her property.  This is where i am now, mentally preparing for this change.