Make me your plaything

“Build me a cunnilingus frame” She said to me. “It must fit under our bed, and hold your head where it will be comfortable for Me to sit and allow you to service Me. When I do not need your tongue, is should firmly hold you so that you can look at Me and I at you.” i did Her bidding and built a folding frame that held me in a kneeling position, wrists cuffed behind. She promptly put me in it and left me there, dick locked in its chastity, until i begged to be let out to relieve myself. Once i had done my business She put me back. She made liberal use of me, and never once made any move to unlock my cock. “Good device, My attendant,” She said, “I shall put in to good use. Good night.”

Richard,

my Wife who married me more than 40 years ago unfortunately cannot dominate me. She told me several times when i tried to talk about my desires that She hates it. So i decided not to mention my desires anymore, but to try to serve her in my best way.

i am not a masochist, so i don’t have desires in that direction.

in my fantasy i think of some situations.

She publicly commands me and tells other people (her friends, our neighbors) i am just her servant, an impotent one (which is true) and that i always have to ask her permission for everything, even in public.

i like that feeling of shame, but i don’t know if i could stand it in real life.

greetings,

appy

Once upon a time Goddes Alexandra looked at her slave and said “Take off all of your clothes and sit in this straight-backed wooden chair. Stay absolutely still while I tie you securely to it.”

After binding him tightly, she retired to her room to get dressed in her favorite outfit; the one that makes her feel like a powerful goddess. Returning to her plaything in the kitchen, she prowled silently around him in her tall boots and tight dress. Her face lit up in a seductive smile as she noticed his bare feet next to her thick platform soles. Stepping firmly on his toes as she leaned over him, she kissed him firmly on the mouth.

Standing in front of her helpless toy, she then placed one booted foot on the chair, between his thighs. With her heel planted firmly on the chair between his thighs, she lowered the toe of her boot slowly down onto his erect penis. She leaned in for another kiss, shifting her weight slowly forward ….

Kneeling on all fours with wrists bound and ankles bound she puts a small flat piece of wood in your mouth. She places a wine glass on the wood and one or more wine glasses on your back. She then pours liquid into the glasses.

She then sets a timer to a predetermined amount of time. You must not spill any of the liquid.

If you do, you must start over but now you must place your knees in a cookie sheet filled with uncooked rice (ouch).

Spill again? Add nipple clamps and weights. And on, and on.

After a nice meal we leave for a shopping trip.She chooses an electric butt plug and a the double cock strap set.The wires were run up my butt crack and plugged into the tens unit with new batteries.I payed a fortune for the new remote control model.It has a training mode which delivers a real punch from up to 100’.The unit is locked around my waist in a locked pouch.She puts a double slide hook,tape,thumb cuffs and sunglasses in her purse.I am told to put leather ankle cuffs on under my pants.We get in the car and drive to the mall.We walk down to an area in the center with chairs for the guys waiting for their wives.The area is well lighted and for a few minutes empty.She reaches in her purse for the cuffs and sunglasses.She puts a piece of tape over each eye while she kisses me. She puts the sunglasses on me pulls the strap tight to keep them for falling off,they are also painted inside.She hands me the cuffs and instructs me to lock them behind my back.I feel my ankles being locked with the hooks.A kiss on my head and a goodbye,have fun,be good,then Buzzzzzzz!I hear voices and know the whole world is looking at me.The night was a long one,but I did carry on a long conversation with a nice gentleman who gave me advice about the sharp pains shooting up my back.The one thing she forgot was the key.However by the time we got to the car,with sunglasses in place,it became my mistake.I couldn’t drive so I was put in the trunk.She didn’t want me to ruin my good pants so she took them off.I was put in a hogtie so I wouldn’t get hurt.All of the way home she played with the remote,just to hear the noise.I was released so I could get out of the trunk.I was hogtied again in the driveway,she went inside and tossed out the key.I heard,five minutes slave,then the door shut.I then focused on the sound of the key and began to crawl and roll toward it and hoped it didn’t go in the grass.

pleaseletme,

Oral sex is always a pleasure given in any context. I’ve had building a frame in mind but haven’t been sure of the details.

appy,

I think of the desire for humiliation as purely emotional - i.e., no physical pain is involved - masochism. Very difficult to trigger in me, very powerful: intoxicating.

jp,

I need to buy a straight-backed chair as soon as possible. This sounded so much like something we’d both enjoy that Alexandra thought that maybe I’d written it.

rs,

That raw rice is a wicked touch. Combined with the clamps and weights what can I say . . .

Thanks to everyone, keep the suggestions coming.

I make a series of rubber floggers and have bulk sold them to a major bondage toy company in SF.We have a joint fantasy about traveling to San Francisco to visit some S&M clubs.This is a unique product and Mistress has been anxious to see a real flogging master put it to use,on my shaved naked body and tender ass.She is very small and loves the idea of loaning a few floggers and me to some gay men for a demo.This would be on stage with a full cheering house.We need to thank those gay boys for being the pioneers of BDSM.They know a man’s body and how to exploit it.They are much more able and willing to use alot more force in their play.She would not allow sex,but anything else would be permitted.She tells me I can endure anything.The pressure would be to show that she was right.Naked,on stage with my straight ass as their target.This night would truely be memorable.

I really like jp’s story ;) Really up my alley.

Richard proposed we perhaps act out one of these fantasies and this is the one I choose. All we need is a suitable chair - the boots are ready and willing. I am even thinking of creating photographic documentation to add to the ‘concept’ of this experiment!

Remind me to bring in a garden chair.

Note to the readers: more suggestions are always welcome.

You are naked. I tell you to get in the hardback chair. You start to sit, and then I say, “not that way.”

I direct you to sit facing the back of the chair so your legs are spread. There is a space between the back of the chair and the seat.

I cuff your hands behind your back, and then blindfold you.

“Spread your legs as far as you can. I want your cock and balls hanging out through that space.” You comply as best you can.

I stand in front of you and grasp your cock, pulling. “Further.” You strain and, by leaning back, eventually your cock and balls are fully accessible to me. Your cock is now rock hard.

I take a long strip of latex and wrap your penis in it, from just behind the head to the root. I wrap it around your balls at the top and then tuck it in. It’s not very tight, more just encasing. The head is getting bigger and redder.

I have a chain. At the end of each end of the chain is a clip. I attach these to your nipples. I adjust them multiple times to make sure they are right. They’re not excessively tight, but the teeth in them are sharp.

I take the middle of the chain and drape it over the top of the chair. It just barely reaches your cock. I slip it under your cock just behind the head. “You must hold your penis up, now, do not let it touch the chain,” I tell you. You flex your muscle but then after a moment you can’t hold it up, it bobs back down, pulling on your nipples.

I pull up a chair and watch the show. I have a riding crop which I use on your balls to get the action going when I think you’re slacking.

“I am bored with this.” I pull the clips off your nipples. I walk around behind you and disconnect one hand from the cuffs. I put another cuff set on the other wrist. “Slide your ass forward and pull up your legs. Drape them over the top of the chair.” It’s a bit of a stretch but you can do it, your ass is now hanging out the back of the chair.

I attach the other ends of the cuffs to the back legs of the chair.

I get a second length of latex and tie it just behind the head of your cock. I resume my seat in front of you and tie the other end of the latex to something. It sways at the end of its tether.

Now your ass is mine. I put on a latex glove and lube it up. I put one finger, then two in your ass.

I pull my fingers out. You can feel motion at the end of the second latex strip. I start pushing it into you. It’s a dildo which is graduated in size, so the base is pretty large. As I push it in, it pulls down on your cock. It has has a handle so it’s not tiring for me. I can thrust quite hard.

I see you’re pulsing, your ass is rocking, you are getting ready to come.

I pull it out. I walk away. You can hear my heels clicking on the hard floor. Then a little whispery clatter.

I come back and sit down again.

You feel something on the head of your cock. First it’s my finger, caressing a spot with cold antibiotic gel. Then you feel something stingy. Tingly. It’s a needle. I twist it. I add another, and another, the same way.

I decide it would be fun to try it through the latex on the shaft of your penis. I cannot easily judge the depth and so sometimes it’s a little deeper than I might have planned. You can’t tell where it’s going to happen.

I love this view. You are bound, your penis is literally bowed to my desire to experiment with you, crowned in pain, terrifically erect, red, hard, begging and electric.

I push the dildo in again, slowly at first. I start pumping you and your breathing accelerates, your muscles flex. Every stroke in, your cock is bent, I twist and play with and then pull out a needle at random.

When I am done pulling out needles you are panting and I think ready to go.

I fuck you harder with the dildo. I get a hard grip on your cock with my gloved lubed hand. You spasm.

I take a thicker needle and place it at the base of your cock. I push it up through the hole as your come starts spurting out. I reach down and squeeze your balls as you quiver and scream.

The idea of one part of my body fighting or tomenting another with another - in this case nipples and phallus - is dear to my masochist’s heart.

I feel neutral about the later action with the dildo. I haven’t been gifted with that kind of anal eroticism. Maybe it will come. I don’t know.

Many thanks for the lengthy sketch.

Wonder what Alexandra will have to say about it.

Here is a scenario that has been in the forefront of my fantasies lately:

After an evening out we come home and sit on the couch to watch some TV. After a few minutes she turns off the TV and says “Stand up, remove your clothes, fold them neatly and place them on the couch”. I stand up and do as she says. All the while, she is sitting there with her legs crossed and watching me very carefully. As I fold and place my underwear on the couch I return to the middle of the room. I look at her and she looks me up and down then does a gental “twril” with her finger to indicate that she wants me to turn around. I slowly spin around and return to the starting position. She then looks at me and casualy points to the floor and says “all fours”.

She waits a few seconds then stands and walks around me. She stops at my side. Softly but firmly she says “garage” and I start to crawl. I get to the door, she opens it, and I crawl to the center of the unused bay of our 3 car garage. It’s a cool fall evening so the temperature in the garage is cool but not freezing the cement floor is hard and cold.

She tells me to stay put and she goes back into the house. She returns in a few minutes with some items from the bedroom. As she stands behind me she tells me to kneel.

I kneel up and she puts wrist cuffs on me and locks them behind my back. She then places a leather collar around my neck. A sprecial bar attaches to a ring in the back of the collar on one end and to the wrist cuffs on another. This forces me to arch my back. Now she places a special gag in my mouth. the gag has a couple of heavy straps that go around the back of me head and it has a wide flat platform in front. The platform can serve as small table or tray.

She then step back to admire her work. “Comfortable?” she asks. I nod affirmative and she gives an evil snicker. She stands there and ponders as she admires my predicament and say “be right back” as she once again goes back to the house.

When she returns, she has a plastic wine glass and a pitcher of liquid. Places the wine glass on the tray in my mouth and tell me to hold still. She then carefully starts to pour the liquid into the glass. “Hold still” she says as she fills the glass nearly to the brim. The liquid appears to be water be it is a little cloudy.

She puts the pitcher down then kneels down next to me. I try to keep my eyes fixed on the top of the glass so that I don’t spill any. She then reaches between my legs and gently caresses my balls with her long nails. “This is a special cocktail of soap, salt and water. I want you to make sure none of the liquid in the glass spills onto my floor” she says. “When I get back, you will lick up any that has spilled. If you do a good job I may let you jerk-off.”. I’m going inside to watch a movie I rented.

She then stands up, walks to the door, turns around to give me one last look then turns off the garage light and returns to the house.

I have not been allowed to cum for weeks. Perpetually teased and loaded with cum, my mistress finally offers me a chance to ejaculate.

She sets up a little game for me:

I start out on the floor on my back. A rope is looped tightly around my cock and balls and then she brings each foot up as close as I can to my balls and loops the rope around each ankle. I lie there with my legs straining to prevent pulling on my cock and balls. Then she pulls out her nasty little clothespins. They are small but hurt like hell. She places 3 each on each of my nipples. They bite down hard and I feel the pain start to make my cock grow. As I moan there she takes a pair of her soiled panties and stuffs them in my mounth, followed by pulling a pair of her pantyhose over my head and securing the gag by wrapping the legs of the pantyhose around my mouth and tying it off tight. “There now almost done” she says. “You want to cum don’t you?” I shake my head yes. Then she turns me over onto my stomach. I use my arms (still free) to hold up my upper body to prevent my nipples from mashing into the carpet with these nasty clips on. But then she takes my arms and hogties them behind me with the rope bound to my ankles, cock and balls. I am now hogtied on the carpet my nipples mashed into the carpet and any struggling I do yanks on my cock and balls and grinds my nipples into the carpet with the clips twisting at them. “one more thing” she says “then you can go get your reward” she snickers. She lubes up a big dildo with a ring at the base. She takes her fingers and lubes up my anus and workd in the monster as I grunt into my gag. Then she uses a tie strap and straps the rope passing from my ankles to my wrists onto the ring at the base of the dildo. “there that ought to do it” she smiles. I’m wondering how I can cum this way. When she takes out a large massager. It is a big two headed kind with a powerfull motor that she sometimes uses on me to milk my cum. She puts it on the floor about 5 feet in front of me and turns it on. “go get it tiger” she smacks my ass. “it’s on a timer you’ve only got 5 minutes before the massager turns off” she laughs. I can’t describe the pain in my nipples as I try to wiggle accross the carpet hogtied, yanking my balls and humping this huge dildo in and out of my ass. She sits on the bed looking down at me humiliating me, laughing her ass off. My face comes up to the humming massager and i lift myself over it. It touches my right nipple and I’m jolted by the pain. I’m now in the home stretch the massager is below my stomach and I squirm my way up till my aching cock is pressing onto the humming heads of the massager. I hump frantically. Dildo pumping in and out of my ass my cock is humming away about to erupt but before I cum the timer goes off and the massager stops. I continue to hump the ground but to no avail. “awwwwww that’s tooo bad baby Do you want to try again?” she asks. I shake my head yes. OK….but this time you only have 4 minutes then she drags me back 6 feet from the massager. “GO”

my mistress has not allowed me to leave a pitch black room with cold stone flooring and only a sleeping bag, a chair, and a small pedpan for six days. She slipped food in there once a day and told me that i was being punished for being a very bad boy. The first day i was in there she came up close to me so that our legs touched and said,”I am leaving you in here till you can’t remember what it was like to have sex,” Then she ordered me to lay on my back on the stone cold floor. So i did then she walked over me so that her left foot was beside my right arm and her right foot was beside my left arm. Standing over me she smirked then nealt over me and put her soft hands on my face caressing it. She stops suddenly and put both her knees on top of my lower stomach making me groan then sliding her hands over my chest she ripped my shirt off and stuffed it in my mouth. still on top of my lower stomach she started moving her knees lower and finally resting them on my cock i let out a muffled scream in my shirt. My eyes were screwed up with pain and then she placed her finger on my lips and ordered me to hush. Not moving off of me she took out two pairs of handcuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back and cuffed one of my feet and crossed the two handcuffs together then cuffed my other foot so that i was bent back nearly touching my head to my toes. She then stood up to admire her work…and said “No, it’s not right just yet” smiling at me she took a pair of sissors from the floor and unbuckled my belt then took the sissors and started to cut my pants off. When she was done the only thing i had on was my boxers. so she cut them off as well. then she grabbed my cock and squeezing it and my scrotum my cock began to turn hard and bright red as i screamed and groaned and squirmmed under her grip on my cock.When she was done squeezing my cock i was practically whimpering with pain from her deadly grip. then letting go she took a whip from the floor and lashed it out in the air and it made a smart snapping noise. Satisfied with the sound she brought her hand back and lashed it out at my thighs. I felt that sharp pain over and over while she was saying “you haven’t had enough and you will be punished” she whipped me on my thighs then made me turn over and whipped my ass my back my chest and she saved lashing my cock for last. the first lash on my cock made me scream and that satisfied her so she lashed me over and over again. she stopped and bent over looking at me lay there on the floor weeping. “awwww, poor baby, did that hurt, do you want me to do that again…yes, harder, okay”. she lashed at me again on my cock and i closed my eyes trying to block out the excuciating pain i felt. She threw the whip down and told me to stay still that she would be right back. when she came back a few minutes later she had latex gloves, cream, large clothespins, and a very large dildo with a handle in her arms. she laid the things on the floor and put a glove on and came closer to me unlocked the cuffs on my feet and ordered me to sit in the chair. I winced from the pain of the whip on my body but i sat in the chair anyway. there was a large hole in the seat of the chair when i sat down. “put your arms over the chair back” so i did and she came around to face me “oh aren’t we going to have fun…” she said then slapped me across the face with her gloved latex hand. she crossed the room and rubbed cream on her gloved hand then she sat on the floor and thrust her fingers inside my ass. i whrithered as she slid her fingers in and out of my ass then she stopped thrusting and started feeling around in my ass. i could feel her stop when she touched some specific place she was looking for.then she rubbed her finger hard on that one spot and it made me scream inside my shirt with ectasy and pain she stopped after my cock was raised. she stood up took off the glove and picked up the dildo and three pairs of handcuffs then walked over to me again and cuffed my feet to the legs of the chairs and cuffed my arms to the other legs of the chair. she smiled and sat back down again and thrust the large dildo inside me and thrust and thrust and thrust again. it hurt and i was begging for release. she thrust the dildo one last time and picked up the tape and straped it to the chair so it was still inside my throbbing and panting body. she then picked up the clothespins and clasped one on my nipple and made it pinch harder than it would without her force.pain shot through my body and i screamed again and again as she snapped another one to my other nipple.picking up the last two clothespins she kissed them and pinched one hard on my scrotum and then pinched the last one harder on the tip of my cock i screamed as it bit into my flesh and hung on my throbbing red cock. she sat back down and untaped the dildo and thrust it harder than evr inside me over and over again until i climaxed intensly. she took out the dildo and took off the clothespins from my nipples and off my scrotum and then she knealt down and picked up my red throbbing cock and gently took off the clothespin on my cock and wiped the tip off from my climax with her shirt. then she placed one finger on the tip of my bruised red cock and gently rubbed it in a slow circular motion amking me wince with pain and groan with pleasure. “I’ll do this everyday to you if you don’t learn to be a good boy from now on okay?” i nodded my head knowing i would have to go through with this for as long as she wanted. after i shook my head she smiled and bit the tip of my already bruised and suffered cock making me scream with pain again. She left the room after 20 minutes of squeezing and biting my cock but before she closed the door she could see my tearstreaked face and bruised cock. and she smiled. and closed the door leaving me in total darkness.

Fido the slavedog lies on his back on the ground and waits for his Mistress. After a while she enters the room. Smirking down at fido, she wipes her boots on him. Then, snapping her fingers, she commands fido to come to heel. Fido does so and then crawling at her heel, he follows Mistress into the dining room. Mistress sits down at the table and begins to eat the meal which her slavedog had prepared for her. As she eats, fido lies at her feet underneath the table and licks her boots, whimpering as he does so. Mistress finishes her meal and tells fido that it is now time for him to to be fed. Fido barks with enthusiasm. Again at her heel, he follows Mistress into the kitchen. Mistress takes a plastic bowl out of a cupboard and places it on the floor. Then she takes out a can of dog food and opens it. Fido barks again. …..

Pet play with Alexandra is heaven on earth.

Mostly it is a time of affectionate surrender, I’m just her grateful toy.

Though the more strict animal play can be fun but I’d never want to lose the gentle part.

This is an actual event which occured many years ago and was the start of my love affair with female domination. At the time I was dating a woman. One night we were sitting on the sofa and had just finished watching a tv programme about fetishes. After probably too many glasses of wine each she asked me if i had any fetishes. I admitted that i had always had a foot and boot fetish. She probed deeper until i confessed i had often fantasised about being dominated. She then asked if i would like to try out my fantasy. I told her i would. She told me to go into the bedroom and wait for. In the bedroom, I couldnt stop shaking as I waited. Finally she came in, wearing a tight pvc dress and boots. She ordered me to strip and grovel on the carpet. Then she ordered me to crawl to her. When I reached her feet, she made me lick her boots.

Having you wait inside the cage, where I placed you this morning. Locked hands, feet apart so that penis and balls dangle free. The ties make you stand freely in the middle of the cage. Remembering how your ass was lubricted this morning and your nipples were pinched, the nipple clamps hanging at the side of the cage. This is your cage, you wait many times inside for her to decide to use you and bring you out of the cage. before it used to be a closet, dark. Now the cage permits you that as soon as you hear her heels on the floor and the door open your penis start licking to the floor and you push forward your penis which has remained untouched all day, offering it to her, not a word..just that movement of the body that shows his desire, his wantoness, and she smiles….yes, I might decide to use you tonight. you moan…

reading 1 of your letters,i am sat here naked almost following through.with the story my cock has got stiffer.still missing the latex dreaming of my work collegue who i always think as a dom.when i need to relieve myself

This is a topic for your readers to reply to and I’ve put it here because I don’t Know where else to put it, so here goes hoping for many replies and keep up your spledid work.

Have any of you men recieved a spanking from your partner either as a dare from her or yourself that started out as fun but ending up as a proper spanking with you in tears either because she got carried away or you said something stupid that got her determined to do the job for real. The same thing for you ladies, have you ever started off a fun spanking and turned it into the real thing for whatever reason.

my wife keeps me in chastity and controls my orgasms. I am only allowed orgasms when I have been a very good male and have not put a foot wrong for at least two weeks. Recently I made the mistake of not keeping the kitchen floor tiles clean to my wife’s satisfaction. she walks around barefoot in the house so that any dirt on the floor that I should have cleaned up will show up on her feet. Each evening I have to lick any dirt off her feet, kneeling before her with my hands tied behind my back. I am not allowed to look her in the eyes while I do this. She says it shouldn’t be a problem if I keep the floors clean with the toothbrush that I am given. When she deemed that the kitchen floor was too dirty however a more severe punishment followed. I was ordered to remove my loincloth (the only thing that I am allowed to wear in the house) and was placed naked in the stocks in the cellar on the flagstone floor. She made me wait in this position for about an hour in total darkness before i heard the clicking of her heels down the steps. she appeared. that she was fully clothed only added to my humiliation. I managed to twist my neck around in the stock and could see that she was holding her favourite punishment tool - a 5 ft long cane. What followed was the most severe caning of my life. it lasted for what seemed like about an hour and it reduced me to a sobbing, apologetic, pathetic heap of a male writhing in the stocks. At one point she muffled my cries by stuffing my mouth with a pair of her soiled knickers. She tied them in place with some rope around my neck. All because of the excess dirt on the kitchen floor. She told me every wife should demand such standards from her male servant (husband). She finally released me from the stocks and ordered me to crawl upstairs. As I left she tutted as she pointed out the blood that had spilt from my ass - I hadn’t realised she’d drawn blood. As i wasn’t allowed to speak I couldn’t complain. For the following two weeks I made damn sure I was on my best behaviour and that my superior wife’s feet were always clean. she seemeed pleased with my change in attitude and, after i had begged to her satisfaction, she granted me the privilege of an orgasm. I am only allowed to spill my seed under strict conditions and my hands are always restrained during the procedure. The only difference this time was that I was required to deliver in front of my wife and three of her bitchy female friends. Surrounded by four women I had never been under so much scrutiny. The girls were dressed sexily and they sat on the sofa as I was ordered by my wife to kneel (naked) in the centre of the room. My wife handcuffed me and then removed my chastity device. My cock immediately sprang to full attention. I mad the mistake of looking at one of the girls in the eye and was promptly ordered to keep looking at a spot on the floor. The women giggled at how excited I had become. In an embarrassing climax, I was ordered to come on the count of 60 seconds from my wife rubbing her foot against my cock and deliver my load into onto one of of my wife’s sweaty socks that she had worn to work. My wife’s guests were hysterical. I was then ordered to remove my wife’s sock from her foot with my teeth and then crawl on my knees to face the corner of the room. I then had the sock stuffed in my mouth.

I would love my wife to be much, much stricter with me so that I would achieve higher standards of obedience. She would restrain me naked(apart from a chastity device) on my back with my mouth forced open. She would then use this as her ashtray and urinal, forcing me to wallow her ash and cigarette butts and washig them down my throat with her golden nectar.

I have been ordered by my owners to share my predicament with you.

A couple of months ago I moved to a new house and got talking to my next door neighbour. We became friends, she introduced me to her friends and I introduced her to mine.

One evening she invited me to her house for a few drinks with some of her friends. As we got drunk the conversation drifted to sex and then fetish. I was flirting with all 4 ladies and as the only male was ejoying being the centre of attention. I revealed that I liked the idea of being tied up and my neighbour’s eyes lit up. The ladies agreed they liked the thought of a man in bondage.

On the way back from the toilet my neighbour cornered me and told me to follow her upstairs. I followed her into her spare bedroom and she told me to close my eyes. She started to undress me. When I was naked she pulled my hands behind my back and handcuffed them. My eyes shot open to see her smile and whisper “Be careful what you wish for!” She then placed a collar around my neck and fastened it with a padlock. She attached a lead and my cock was so hard I thought I was going to explode.

She lead me out of the spare bedroom but continued straight past hers and started down the stairs. I froze. Her smile turned into a snarl and she grabbed my balls and pulled me helplessly down the stirs and into the lounge where her friends started laughing and cheering.

At first I was groped and playfully spanked but it soon escalated. Jane (My neighbour and principal owner) brought down a selection of whips and I was soon howling in pain and begging for mercy. I asked to be a bit gentler and was told they’ll do what they like for as long as they like and if I complained I’d be punished. Then Karen made a chopping scissors motion with her fingers and pointed at my cock and balls. Christine cooed “Ohh, I’ve always wanted to do that to a man!”

My first punishment was to lick their shoes and boots clean, including the soles. They even went out into the garden to get them as dirty as possible first and I had to keep licking until they where spotless. They recorded all of this on their mobile video-camera phones.

This is where they enslaved me. They opened my phone and copied the entire address book. Now if I don’t do what I’m told they will email the videos (and there’s been many since) to all of my friends, work colleagues and even my parents.

They tied my legs together so I could only shuffle about the room. This made it easy for them to pin me down when they wanted to put make up on me. They also put a bra, suspenders and stockings on me. While doing so they discovered I was ticklish. They tickled me into complete submission.

Christine left to go to the toilet but cam immediately back and asked if she could ‘borrow’ me for a moment. I was told to wait in the bathroom she came in with a stool and placed it in front of the toilet. She lifted the toilet seat, turned on her video phone and sat me on the stool. She pushed my head back to the toilet bowl and tied the lead to the back of the U-bend and cistern so I couldn’t escape. I couldn’t resist her while I was tied up helpless. Then she lowered the toilet seat. She looked down recording with the video camera.

She hissed “You know what’s going to happen now. I want you to drink every drop of my piss. STOP SHAKING YOUR HEAD. You will drink my piss and here’s why” She opened a packet of cigarettes and lit one. Without a word but with a grin she slowly sat down and slowly brought the hot tip into contact with my balls. I screamed and she told me there’s plenty more where thet came from and she aimed the camera between her legs. “I’m going to check this film and every drop you spill I’ll stub a cigarette out on her balls!” She signed slightly then came gushing. I greadily lapped it all up to avoid getting my balls burned.

She told me to lick her clean then got up, leaving me trapped in the toilet bowl.

I heared her talking to Jane at the door. “My turn” announced Jane.

“You might need these, a quick burn to his balls and he’ll drink the lot” Christine replied.

“I’ve given up smoking” Jane said.

“Then you’ll just have to use the lighter!” laughed Christine.

“I’ll probably need to because he be eating not drinking!” Jane bust into fits of laughter as she said this. I heared them whispering then Jane closed the door and came to look at me. She had her camera phone filming too. I begged her not to use me as a toilet but she just smiled even more and sat down. A moment later she sat down. “If you I don’t have all of my shit your mouth you’ll feel this again.” with which I heared the lighter ignite and I started screaming as I felt the flame licking my cock. It didn’t last long but I was terrified and ready to eat it all.

She strained and then the shit was sliding out of her arse and into my mouth. I couldn’t hold it all so had to chew and mould it with my tongue, determined not to spill but also not to swallow.

She stood and filmed the shit in my mouth then she pulled out some duct tape and gagged my muth shut with the shit inside it.

“OK, you can spit it out now” she teased. I was desperate to get her foul wastes out of my mouth but she just giggled.

“I guess you must like the taste of my shit if you don’t want to spit it out. You’ve got to the count of ten, if you don’t spit it out by then you’ll have to eat it and you’ll be our toilet from now on or these films go to everyone in your address book!”. She counted to ten then said “welcome to your new life slave.”

She lead me back into the lounge to show the girls her new video.

Since then I have been forced to dress as a french maid every evening and weekend. They’ve taught me how to apply make up. I have to wear perfume and they make me take a video and send it to Jane every day of me taking female hormone pills. I have been told that amongst other things these will make me develop natural breasts! All of my male clothes except for my work clothes have been thrown out and my underwear has been replaced with lingerie.

Jane now uses me as her toilet all the time except when I’m at work, and now so does her next door neighbour and the one next door again. Whenever their friends are round (and they have quite a lot) they all use me to - and have started bringing her friends.

They whip me, humiliate me, make me lick their filthy boots, stub cigarettes out on my balls and use a lighter on my cock (usually after much kicking and squeezing of the balls!). They have raped me with a strap on and they use me for sex whenever they’re horny.

They have now installed a fetish toilet at my house to make my main use easier. I have been forced to sign a legally binding, lifelong irrevocable contract of slavery. I am owned as their property. Karen and Christine often take scissors to my cock and balls and I truly believe that if they don’t just cut them off I will be sent for a full sex change. They already forced my to book an appointment at a phyciatrist and if I don’t convince her I want a sex change they will punish me worse than ever. They say they just want me to live as a woman for 2 years like a trasexual but I don’t think there’s any limit to what these cruel women can and will make me do……

Straining against their leather and stainless steel prison, his balls, over full from days of torment, hang like ripe fruit. The testicle cage is a clever and relentless form of bondage…a leather-lined metal device that when locked in place is impossible to remove. First, around the base of the testicles squeezing them tightly. Then, up the middle, separating and further squeezing them, all topped off with a tiny padlock. A “D” ring hangs from the middle from which a much bigger padlock and heavy gauge chain are then attached. The whole assembly weighs several pounds and pulls down on his swollen, purple balls. In the past, she has chained his balls to all sorts of things…pulled behind him and up his crack locked to the closet pole, forcing him to stand on his tip-toes…chained to his ankles or wrists… or locked to the pipes in the basement. Tonight, however, she has something else in mind. She removes from his ass the butt plug that has been in there for the past several hours. It is her largest one and has been working up to it all week. She then whispers her plan to him as he starts to sob and cry through the ball gag in his mouth. She goes to the foot of the bed, a great big wooden antique from the Victorian era with stout posts at every corner capped by large wooden acorn shaped ornaments. She reaches under the bed and produces a large tub of lubricant and begins to coat the top of one of the bed posts with it. He sobs louder now and is also becoming erect thinking of what’s coming next. She leads him to the foot of the bed. The bed post comes up to about his navel. She instructs him to sit on the top of the bed post until the huge wooden acorn is completely submerged in his ass. This is not easy as he must stand on his tip-toes to sit on top or the bed post. The wooden post is so big that the first few attempts results in him slipping off, but finally, after about ten minutes or so, she guides him down as the massive wooden “head” bottoms out and all his weight rests on the post deep inside him. She then takes the free end of the chain hanging from his plum colored balls and pulls down firmly, looping it around the foot of the bed and locking it in place. Now, if he tries to rise up , his balls are yanked tight, preventing him from leaving his tormented position. And so he stays… ball gag, posture collar, corset and arm binders, with his balls chained to the floor and a massive unmoving wooden bed post up his ass. She strokes his cock, masturbating him nearly to the point of release, only to stop again like countless times before. Kissing the head of his cock, she tugs on his ball chain making him flinch. “Sleep tight sweety” she says as she turns off the lights and closes the door, locking it behind her.

Thanks, I’m a real sucker for testicle torments.