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WARNING!
THIS IS A WORK
OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF SEXUAL NATURE. LEAVE
NOW IF YOU A MINOR OR IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO VIEW THIS TYPE OF MATERIAL!
Synopsis:
I have been
dreaming about getting enslaved by a cruel Mistress for a long time. My
Mistress should bring me to heel and force me to obey without I can do anything
but comply. She should humiliate me without limitation and turn me into a sissy
who has to serve not only females but even males. I do want that my Mistress blackmails
me in such a way that I do not have any alternative but to obey. One day I
placed an ad in the net …
What started as training by a professional Mistress soon turned into
real slavery by MISTRESS Natascha, MASTER Michail, and their friends.
Be
careful what you ask for!
Her home was
not far away, even within walking distance and yet I arrived there 15 minutes
too early. I waited the remaining time, nervously checking my watch several
times. She lived in an old house in the outskirts with a large garden and a lot
of old trees. At one minute to eight, I walked up the path to the front door. At
precisely
Nothing, no
reply. I waited half a minute and then knocked again. Was it the wrong house?
Again, I knocked. I looked at my watch. Three minutes past eight. I got
nervous, once more, I knocked on the door.
Eventually, I heard movement in the house.
The door opened
and a Lady who must have been MISTRESS Tatjana stood in the doorway just icily
looking at me. MISTRESS Tatjana was a tall BBW perhaps half of my age, definitely
carrying overweight, with long blonde hair and huge boobs, her breasts were her
best feature and she had her blouse unbuttoned to make sure they were shown to
her advantage. "You are gunnarsub?" She did not expect an answer as
she continued, "Now you are here, you need to arrive properly in a manner
befitting your status." I trembled at the sound of those words; what could
she mean? "Take off your clothes, go back to the end of that path, and
crawl up here on your belly like the worthless worm you are. And when you get here, get on your knees and
beg to come in."
I could hardly
believe what I was hearing. For a moment I hesitated and thought of refusing
but I knew that I could not afford and anyway, the thought of what MISTRESS
Tatjana had commanded me to do excited me beyond words. I looked around. It was
dusk and the light was fading but there was still enough light for anyone
passing to see me. MISTRESS Tatjana stood there watching what I would do.
Red like a crab
I started to undress. Seconds later I stood in front of her with nothing on but
my chastity belt.
"What are
you waiting for?" MISTRESS Tatjana said as she gathered up my clothes and
threw them indoors, "Get down there and start crawling." I had no
alternative. Naked with my clothes being out of my control, I had to do as she
commanded. Quickly, I ran to the end of the path, nervously looking around to
see if anyone was watching. Dropping onto my belly I began to crawl back towards
the front door, pushing myself along with my hands and feet. I could see
MISTRESS Tatjana’s silhouette in the doorway, watching me intently.
It seemed an
eternity before I reached the door. Then just as I arrived there, MISTRESS
Tatjana slammed the door in my face. I knelt before the door as she had
instructed, my chest red from scraping on the path, sweat forming on my body,
and knocked on the door. "Please,
MISTRESS," I pleaded, "Let your worthless slave in."
There was no
response. I knocked again, pleading all
the more. No reply. Minutes passed as I knelt there naked and cold, knocking
pathetically on the door in the fading light. MISTRESS Tatjana must have left
me there for five or ten minutes before she deigned to open the door and stood
before me again. "Who are you,
slave," MISTRESS Tatjana asked, "Have you forgotten?"
"Let me
know who you are when you remember it again, slut," she said and closed
the door again. Then it hit me who I was. "MISTRESS, this one is 'Sissy
gunnarsub, cock sucking slut'." No reaction. I repeated at a little bit
higher voice "MISTRESS, this one is 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking
slut'." Again, no reaction. I was desperate, so I repeated the humiliating
introduction again at even higher voice "MISTRESS, this one is 'Sissy
gunnarsub, cock sucking slut'."
The door opened
again, MISTRESS Tatjana ordered me to turn around and cuffed my hands behind my
back. "Follow me, slut!" I followed on my knees, gazing up at her
round bottom and gorgeous appearance in front of me. She went into her living
room and I followed.
"Meet my
friends," MISTRESS Tatjana snapped and I looked up to see two other women,
seated on the couch, grinning at me. "This is this kinky pervert I have
told you about." I did not dare look at the other ladies but kept my head
bowed. "At first I thought that it would be a fake offer when I read that
message ´Well trained sissy slut
available for no limit humiliation´ in one of the Yahoo adult groups in
which I am a member but then it turned out to be a real occasion. I got interested in it when I learnt
that our slut lives almost next door."
Her words hit
me like a shock. The day before MISTRESS C had sent me a mail ordering me to
report today precisely at
"Before I
answered that message I searched the net for gunnarsub by Google. You won’t
believe what I found; more than a hundred hits and not only plenty of evidence
that this is really a slut but also a lot of most compromising information."
Completely
embarrassed I had listened what MISTRESS Tatjana disclosed about me. But only
now, with a shock, I realised that one of the ladies was a neighbour of mine
actually living next door. She knows me, she knows my company, she knows my
position, and she knows everything about me.
Up to now I had
been sure that I was able to control as to what extent I wanted to be enslaved.
I was prepared to put myself into a position where my Mistress could force me
to obey any order, independent how humiliating it might be. But that was under
the assumption that such nightmare would only materialize during some sessions
at a Prodomme and may be sometimes in-between. Although I had agreed to get
blackmailed I felt that I could handle the relation with a Prodomme since she
was not part of my day today world. Now there was a new quality in the level of
slavery. My neighbour could easily destroy my life by disclosing to all people
knowing me that I would be a cock sucking sissyslut. I just could not afford
that. One of my neighbours sharing my secrecy was now a permanent and
omnipresent menace. Natascha, my neighbour, is in her late 40ies, rather
attractive with big boobs, but had a reputation for being a bitch and a witch,
married to a man who previously was a local champion in boxing. I did not
relish being at her mercy.
Natascha smiled
at me," what a surprise," she said "this slut is a neighbour of
mine, he is a white collar worker and an arrogant asshole. So ist das doch,
nicht wahr, Herr Dr. Hofmeister!"
There was no alternative than to confirm "Yes, MISTRESS Natascha."
"So you like
this sort of stuff, don’t you," she smiled, "You like to be a slave,
a slut, a worthless piece of meat." She paused. "What do you think
your friends, your colleagues, your other neighbours, or your boss would do if
they knew that you are a pervert slut?" She laughed, tossing her head
back.
"Shall I
tell them?" MISTRESS Natascha asked me, "Shall I?" "No,
please," I stammered," Please don't."
"Why
not?" she laughed, "give me one good reason."
"I will do
you whatever you want," I said desperately, "Everything." MISTRESS
Natascha’s eyes widened and a smile flashed across her face. "Everything?" she said,
"Everything?"
"Yes, MISTRESS
Natascha," I said quickly, "I will do everything you want me to do."
MISTRESS
Natascha looked at me. I felt her gaze running up and down my body and a cold
shiver ran through me. Then she spoke, "Lick my boots," I looked up
at her, my mind raced. "Lick my boots," she said again, "I won't
ask again."
Lowering my
face to the floor, I pressed my lips against the top of MISTRESS Natascha’s
left boot, then moved across to the other boot, licking that too. I knelt
before her, not daring looking up. "You will get used to licking my
boots," MISTRESS Natascha said and addressing the other ladies continued, "we
should make use of the fact that we know who he is."
"Why don’t
we turn him from a white collar worker into a steel collar wearer,"
MISTRESS Tatjana laughed. "Great idea", MISTRESS Natascha responded
"and besides that I will make sure that life for this arrogant asshole
will become hell. I like the idea to have this slut at his balls and to bring
him to heel." Addressing me she
continued with a mean, wicked smile on her face "Herr Dr. Hofmeister, you will learn to
fear me, really fear me. And be assured, if you don’t obey to the point
everybody in our road will learn what kind of a sissyslut you are."
Horrified, I
was still looking at my neighbour when MISTRESS Tatjana said "Well, slave,
MISTRESS Natascha you seem to know already for some time. Now, meet my mom. For
you she is MISTRESS Tamara," laughingly motioning to the woman at my left.
"Hallo,
slave," MISTRESS Tamara sneered. She was about my age, carrying even more
weight than her daughter, but also tall and with a strict and superior
appearance. Now looking at her I froze. In her hands she held a video camera
and she smiled when she realised that I glared at the camera. "You are right,
slave, it’s all on there," and she pointed on the screen of the camera. I
saw there how I was crawling naked on the path towards the building. She took
the video camera again and continued recording me naked on my knees, she zoomed
and recorded my chastity belt with the bold tattoo SKLAVE above it, then went
around me and filmed me from the back, presumably again zooming and recording me
as slut.
"Turn
around, slave" she ordered. “You will have to like the thought of being
used and abused by me and my friends. We will humiliate you beyond your
imagination and we will make you suffer beyond your imagination.” She was
wearing a long tight leather skirt and black boots with high heels. Her leather skirt was only a few inches away
from my face so I could see nothing but her skirt and her boots. "Never again dare to stare at us, slut.
You will always only look at our boots" MISTRESS Tatjana told me and
pushed me again down to the floor.
"Listen,
slave," MISTRESS Tatjana continued, "From this moment on, we own you.
You will do exactly as we say, when we say it, or otherwise your dirty little
secrets will become public knowledge. You are now our slave to do with as we
wish. Tonight, we will teach you a lesson you will never forget. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Miss
Tatjana," I mumbled. She slapped me in the face, once, twice, and a third
time. I understood. "Yes, MISTRESS Tatjana," I corrected myself.
Again, I saw MISTRESS Tamara videoing everything with her camera. She must have
recorded the whole evening, and now I started to understand that I would never
get out of their power again. I would have to stay as slave of these three mean
and wicked BBWs, not to talk about my professional Domme!
But my
humiliation was not over. "I think you must be thirsty after all that
exertion and you will get something to drink. On your back, slave,"
MISTRESS Natascha ordered. I obeyed and MISTRESS Natascha rose. Lifting her
skirt, she removed her panties. I gazed up at the sight of her crotch.
"Open your
mouth, slut," MISTRESS Natascha ordered, "And you'd better not spill
a drop." I opened my mouth wide and she began to pee on me. I felt her hot
piss flood into my mouth, choking me, overflowing down my cheeks. She began to
move slightly so that her pee ran over my face and all over my body further
humiliating and degrading me. I gulped the piss down as fast as I could.
MISTRESS Natascha laughingly called it 'marking her territory'.
Eventually
MISTRESS Natascha finished and stood up, lowering her skirt back down, ordering
me to lick each and every single drop of pee from the floor. My humiliation was
intense as I knelt before my MISTRESSES, naked, belted, soaked in piss, the
taste of Mistress Natascha’s pee still bitter in my mouth, MISTRESS Tatjana and
MISTRESS Tamara watching me, and the camera recording everything.
They pushed me
to a pillar in the room, made me hug it and cuffed my hands again behind the pillar.
Then my ankles were spread and fastened exposing prominently my back and my
ass.
Suddenly, for
the briefest moment I heard a whistling sound and then a sharp crack. Something
hit me hard on my back. The pain took my breath away. It was like nothing I had
ever felt before. The force of the lash was great enough to drive my body
forward. I moved back just as the next blow landed, the leather scoring another
line underneath the first. I fought to get my breath. A third blow, harder than
the other two, crashed into my shoulders and upper back.
My body jerked
in the chains. The whistling sound again and a fourth strike hit, this time the
bullwhip reaching around my body, the tip smacking across my unprotected belly.
Strikes five, six, seven, all aimed at my lower back. The eighth was the worst
as the leather came around my front and landed directly on my breast. I cried
out in pain. The ninth was the same – the tenth too. I heard MISTRESS Natascha
advising MISTRESS Tamara to use all her force, since a slave would always show
more pain than he really would be suffering.
Again and
again, the whip climaxed on my unprotected breasts and back. MISTRESS Tamara
varied her strokes to cover the whole of my back. I tried to stand the pain.
But after some twenty lashes on my back I could no longer tolerate the pain. I
begged them to stop; I cried for mercy, there was none.
MISTRESS Tamara
paused, looked at the other MISTRESSES, and then continued "Slave, this
whipping was just for our pleasure. Pray that you never may be subject to punishment,
you would regret it. And, slave, there is one more thing, I assure you. You
will learn to fear each of us. Not only to fear us, I promise you that you will
be in dread of us. I strongly believe that a slave and especially such a slut
like you should be in constant dread of his Superiors. This will not be a
relation for your pleasure, not at all. You will get scared, believe it, slut.
You will be frightened whenever we call you. You will learn to anticipate
nothing but pain whenever you will have to serve us, slut!"
I couldn’t
believe what I heard and for sure, I had to take it seriously. Why in heaven’s
name had I placed that ad? Why in heaven’s name had I offered to blackmail me
into slavery as a sissyslut?
"Now, Herr
Doktor. You may leave
for today. MISTRESS Natascha will call you for some services later this week.
After that, MISTRESS Tamara will take care of you. We will have a lot of fun
together or more precisely the three of us, since for you it will be no fun at
all but only humiliation and pain. What is your mobile number?
"My mobile
number is 0174 385 1845,
MISTRESS Tamara." MISTRESS Tamara cruelly smiled "From this moment
onwards you will answer your mobile with your full name as ´Sklavennutte Dr. Guenter Hofmeister´, is that clear, Sklavennutte?"
"Yes, MISTRESS Tamara."
...
...
It had happened
only about 4 months ago. It was a rainy day and thus I spent already a few
hours in front of the PC looking at various femdom sites when I started to
search Google for Dominas in our region. One site attracted me most, on her
homepage a mature Dominatrix in her forties claimed that as an extreme sadistic
and wickedly cruel Humiliatrix she would only accept slaves who furnish her
with complete control. Her specialty would be interrogation role-play and slut
training. Getting excited, I
decided to tempt providence and to send a mail to this Dominatrix suggesting a
very special deal:
59 y old
German slave looking for a harsh and rigid Mistress, who would be prepared to
bring me to heel and to transfer me into a servile sissyslave. The Mistress shall have the sole discretion as to what form the training
will take. It is up to the Mistress to decide whether I will not only have to
submit to Ladies but get forced to experience domination by males, too.
Would you like to force me into unlimited obedience and have me completely at your mercy during a series of extended sessions without me knowing what
will happen next? You may humiliate me and force
me to service you in any way you like. It
would be up to you to deny me a safeword so that I would have no more influence
on the further course of action. You may invite other persons, be it female or male, to attend and even
assist you. If I do not perform up to your satisfaction you may cruelly punish
me without mercy, no matter how severe.
During the initial session you may grill me until I have disclosed my
identity in full and have provided you with names and mail addresses of my
boss, relatives, and neighbours in a way that you can verify all information
immediately. You may force me to expose myself as a sissyslut and you may
document my humiliation in a comprehensive collection of videos and pic. Make
it clear to me that you would mail this documentation to my boss and others unless
I obey you to the very point during all the sessions and also in-between.
I am living in
slave gunnarsub
A
couple of days later I received a mail from MISTRESS C requesting face pics on
which I should have a piece of paper in my hands stating that I am a slave who
wants to get blackmailed. Nothing else. I was unsure whether I should follow
that request but took such a photo by webcam. Still the same day I mailed it to
her and got an answer by return that I was to show up at her studio the other
day with crotchless panties, bra, garter belt, and stockings under my normal
shirt and pants.
...
...
The next day.
"Be
careful what you ask for" MISTRESS C said. "You
still have the chance to leave. If you like to stay, you will not be able to
escape again. And be assured that I will break you!"
Only a few
minutes later I was nude and in chains. My legs had been spread and with heavy
manacles fixed to rings in the floor, my wrists cuffed and locked to a chain
dangling from the ceiling. MISTRESS C laughed "From now onwards in my
presence you will only speak when spoken to or you will regret it
bitterly!" I bowed my head. "Is that clear, slut?" "Yes,
MISTRESS." In this moment the door opened and another Lady entered with a
video recorder in her hands.
It was me who
had offered to record my humiliation on videos and pic but I had offered it
since it turned me on, not because I actually wanted have it done. Completely
helpless I was at the mercy of my two tormentors.
"Look into
the camera, slut!" It was MISTRESS C ´s voice. "This video will seal
your fate as the sissyslut which you want to be." She laughed. "Tell us who you are,
slut!" "This one is a slave …" I hear
the whistling sound of a cane and an explosion of pain on my ass "…
gunnarsub." Another sound, again the cane of MISTRESS C hits my ass. I
begin to understand that I should better not have played with fire.
With a cruel
smile on her face MISTRESS C fixes alligator clamps on my nipples
which are connected to a base unit. She switches on the current and I feel the
pain in my nipples. Then MISTRESS C orders me to expose my ass to the cane.
Since I do not obey fast enough she increases the voltage. The pain is almost
unbearable. With tears in my eyes I try to stretch out and expose my ass to the
cane as much as possible.
Suddenly I feel
another most painful stinging strike of the cane on my ass causing pain like
hell. As a result of the blow my whole body swings forward. This is not pain I
like, this is torture. MISTRESS C canes me in a way I never have been
experiencing before and I am not in a position to stop her. I sweep and cry but
there is no mercy and I begin to understand what she meant with breaking me and
that she might force me into a level of slavery I never had anticipated.
Again I am
ordered to expose my ass to the cane. Although I obey I suddenly feel a most
painful stinging whip on my shoulders.
"Who are
you, slut?" MISTRESS C asks again. "I am slave and slut gunnarsub!"
Another crack hits, this time with a whip on my back. It hurt terribly, tears
streamed down my face. "Who are you, slut?" "This one is slave
gunnarsub, cocksucking slut!" Three, four more strikes on my back. I jerk
convulsively since I am almost mad because of the pain; my naked body is
dripping with agony sweat. I start weeping and crying "I am a sissy slut
known in the net as gunnarsub!"
MISTRESS C
again swings the cruel whip down on my back, ass, and thighs. Please, MISTRESS,
please, please, do not whip me anymore." "Who are you, slut?"
"AAAIIIEEEiiieeeiii, noooo, please, stop, I will say it. I'll say it,
please MISTRESS."
Suddenly,
MISTRESS C picks up a short cattle probe, lubricates the shaft and squats it
between my widely spread thighs, grinning fiendishly as she slowly pushes it
against my anal orifice. Then with a chuckle she presses the button on the
handle of the probe, my whole body explodes with pain and lurches forward
against the bonds but the chains hold me securely. My horrible screams
reverberate from the walls at almost a deafening level.
"I am a
slave and slut not only for females but should be forced to serve also all
males." Another hit with the whip. "There is no cock I may refuse to
receive in my whore ass or in my cocksucking mouth. There is no degradation to
which I may not have to submit and no humiliation I may be allowed to
avoid." It is obvious that she likes to whip me, to torture me.
"Who are
you, slut?" "I am Guenter
..." I see that MISTRESS C picks up the cattle probe again. "No,
MISTRESS, no, please don't shock me again, please, don't push the button,
please MMISTRESS, please, I will say everything, don't please...have mercy,
please, have mercy on me. I am Dr. Guenter Hofmeister. I live in a small
village called Lxxxxxxxxx,
close to
MISTRESS C holds
the cattle probe in her face and strokes it with pleasure. "What is the
name of your boss, slut?" MISTRESS T pushes the cattle probe again against
my ass. Only seconds later I have disclosed the name of my boss, his mail
address, and his mobile number. And I have disclosed the name of my neighbours
and their addresses. MISTRESS C now knows my name, she knows everything about
me. "I will check all information, slut. And I hope for you that they all
are correct." MISTRESS C and her colleague leave the room. I start
sobbing, knowing that there is no way to escape any more. What had I done when
I offered myself to become a slave and slut?
…
…
SLAVE
CONTRACT Whereas
Dr. Guenter Hofmeister, born on July 25, 1947 in Pforzheim/Germany and
known as slave gunnarsub, thereafter called "SLAVE" has agreed to
give up voluntarily all rights in order to become the property of the OWNER
and whereas MISTRESS C thereafter called "OWNER" has accepted
ownership over the SLAVE, the purpose of this Slave Contract is to enforce
the property rights of the OWNER over the SLAVE. Now, following the
initiative and firm wish of the SLAVE, both parties agree as follows: The SLAVE
agrees to submit completely to the OWNER in all ways. There are no
boundaries of place, time, or situation in which the SLAVE may wilfully
refuse to obey any order of the OWNER without risking most severe
punishment, may it be when only the OWNER is present, may it be in the
presence of other people or in the public. There is
absolutely no safeword for the SLAVE. The SLAVE
is on duty 24 hours a day, 7 days a week all over the year, independent
from whether the OWNER is present. The slave may see the OWNER only from
time to time, and he is never allowed to contact Her. She will let the
SLAVE know when She needs him. The OWNER
undertakes to humiliate, harass, torture and punish the SLAVE without any
mercy by means of sadistic and mean orders and permanent obligations. The
OWNER agrees to invent continuously new torments and cruelties which the
SLAVE will have to endure, and to enforce compliance by most severe punishment
and torment. In
particular, the OWNER consents to punish the SLAVE mercilessly at least as
severe as announced, and under no circumstances to diminish a punishment
threatened in the case of no immediate compliance, lack of performance, or
poor performance. The OWNER may ask other Mistresses or Masters to execute
any punishment imposed on the slave. The SLAVE
will be permanently locked in an inescapable chastity belt. It is fully at
the discretion of the OWNER to deny any sexual relief to the SLAVE as long
as She likes, the SLAVE does not have any right for it. On the
other hand, for the pleasure of the OWNER or one of her male or female
friends it is the Slave’s duty to lick or suck them at any time. Alike, at
any time the OWNER can do the SLAVE or ask one of Her male or female
friends to rape him. The SLAVE
shall speak only when being asked or when the OWNER gives permission. If
being addressed by somebody else, the SLAVE will wait whether the OWNER
instructs him to answer with the words „answer, slave“. The OWNER
will have male and female lovers and She may vest them with the right to
give orders to the SLAVE and punish him according to their caprice. The SLAVE
shall address the OWNER and Her female friends as “MISTRESS", Her male
friends as “MASTER”. This applies at all times and at any place at a
clearly understandable voice level. The OWNER will never address the SLAVE
in another way than as “slave” or as “slut”, and She will ensure that all
her male and female friends will do the same. Indoors
the SLAVE will either be completely nude apart form his chastity belt and
his steel collar or dressed as a sissy in a most humiliating fashion. The Slave
shall live by the rule that everything is forbidden which is not explicitly
permitted or authorised. The OWNER
may loan the SLAVE at any time to any other person. The OWNER
will take videos and photos showing the SLAVE in most humiliating
situations. It is up to Her sole discretion to publish them in the internet
or in sex magazines. These pictures or videotapes become the sole property
of the OWNER at the time the pictures or videotapes are taken. While the
SLAVE would prefer to keep these pictures or videotapes private, the SLAVE
understands that they are not his property and the OWNER may do with them
whatever She likes. This
Slave Contract will be concluded for an initial period of 3 years and
subsequently will continue for an indefinite period of time up to the rest
of the life of the SLAVE, if not terminated by the OWNER. However,
instead of terminating this Slave Contract, the OWNER has the right to
transfer this Slave Contract to any other person, if She so wishes, without
asking the SLAVE. By means of a simple transfer of this Slave Contract such
person will then become the OWNER.
Whoever is in possession of the Slave
Contract is the undisputed OWNER of the SLAVE and thus in the rightful position
to exercise and enjoy the terms herein established. The SLAVE
has no right to terminate this Slave Contract. In order to avoid that the
SLAVE may consider escaping from his obligations it is agreed upon that the
OWNER will flush down the toilet the only key of the Slave’s chastity belt,
if there is any attempt to stay off from the contractual obligations of
this Slave Contract. This would clearly leave the SLAVE forever locked in
the chastity belt, with no possibility at all to remove it ever again. This
Slave Contract is made out in one original only, which will stay with the
OWNER. The SLAVE receives a non-signed copy. Affidavit
I, the
undersigned Dr. Guenter
Hofmeister, known
as slave gunnarsub, specifically request and authorise the OWNER to use
force to compel my obedience, and I specifically desire to be placed in a
position where I CANNOT change my mind. Furthermore,
I hereby execute an unlimited Model Release in favour of the OWNER covering
all pictures, films, video, audio, public performance, and recordings of me
of any kind. I consent that such material may be sold with all revenues due
to the OWNER, or distributed free of charges, or put into the internet at
public display. Last, but
not least, I accept that the OWNER may freely trade this Slave Contract to
anyone at any time and I will continue to abide by all terms therein. By my
signature below, I acknowledge that I agree to abide by the rules of this
Slave Contract, I certify that I am signing this document of my own free
will, without pressure of any kind. As of
…………………………………………………
(Dr. Guenter
Hofmeister) Accepting
this Slave Contract, I oblige myself that I will do everything to enforce
each single term of this Slave Contract. As of ………………………………………………………. (MISTRESS C.)
In the meantime
MISTRESS C has pushed me much further down the road to slavery. MISTRESS C
keeps me permanently locked in a chastity belt, sometimes in an inescapable
steel Latowski belt, sometimes in a CB2000 or in The Curve. Sometimes she locks
a steel collar around my neck forcing me to obey most humiliating orders during
her absence, since otherwise she would unlock the collar which I cannot afford
wearing all day. Moreover, MISTRESS C forced me to sign a
delivering me
fully at her mercy. But even worse I do not have a
possibility to terminate this Slave Contract and MISTRESS C has the right to transfer the
Slave Contract to any other person.
…
…
Leaving the
office I went directly downtown and headed for a restaurant. This had been a
normal working day for me, not being a slave but a reputed executive. As it was
a warm summer evening I decided to have some food sitting outdoors in a street
cafe in the pedestrian area. There was a pretty waitress with big boobs only
half covered, so I decided to ask her for a recommendation instead of looking
into the menu. In this very moment the mobile rang. What to do? I did not dare
wait answering it.
"Sklavennutte
Dr. Guenter Hofmeister," I felt that
I coloured up and saw the perplexed reaction of the waitress. It was MISTRESS
Natascha, my neighbour. "Where are you, slut?" She ordered me to
report to her immediately. So I explained to the waitress that I a client
wanted to see me immediately paid my drink and gave her a good tip. From her
diabolic sneering I understood, she got it that I was a Sklavennutte on the way
to a client, on the way to do my job as slut.
When I reported
to MISTRESS Natascha there was another bad surprise. MISTRESS Natascha was not
alone, her husband opened the door. Being neighbours we had had quite often some
small talk, so I said "Good evening, Michail, may I speak to MISTRESS
Natascha, please." Instead of an answer I got a slap in the face. Michail
is about 10 years younger than me and was previously boxer, a real athlete,
much stronger than me. "Come in!"
MISTRESS
Natascha was sitting on the couch, dressed in a black mini leather outfit and
high black boots. She just pointed to her boots, being a clear order to lick
them. I blushed, the presence of Michail made it most humiliating for me to
obey. But then I did not dare hesitating any longer, went down on my knees in
front of her, and started licking her boots. "Did he tell you who he is,
Michi?" this was a silly question as she was absolutely aware that her
husband knew me. "No, he only asked for you!" Michail answered his
wife. "Then I will ensure that he introduce himself properly. Tell Michi
who you are!"
"This one
is Sklavennutte Dr. Guenter
Hofmeister." I knew that there would be never again small
talk, but only humiliation for me. "Herr Dr. Hofmeister, eine Sklavennutte," Michail
laughed, "a sissy, a cocksucker."
"Strip,
slut," MISTRESS Natascha commanded and only moments later I displayed
myself with nothing on but my chastity belt. Michail laughed again and asked
his wife, "Do you have the key?" "No, the key is with a Prodomme
called MISTRESS C. She has trained our housemate as an obedient sissyslut."
Again, Michail
laughed, and then cuffed my hands behind my back. "Slut, you will learn
not only to please women but also me. Is that clear?" "Yes,
Michail." Michail´s reaction was slap into my face. I understood that I
was no more allowed to address him as Michail: "Yes, Sir." Another
slap in my face. "Yes, MASTER Michail."
My ass and back
were still covered by welts and bruises and sore from the whipping in MISTRESS
Tatjana´s house. Looking at them Michail said "You seem to have been
whipped, slave." "Yes, MASTER Michail." "You don’t seem to
satisfy your Superiors, slut." I didn’t dare answer the question. Again,
Michail laughed, " Nasch, we shouldn’t be so lenient in future with this
slut. The only language he seems to understand is the language of the
whip." "You are quite right, Darling, we should really bring him to
heel. I think, we should not tolerate any disobedience or any mistakes, make
extensive use of the whip and make him cry for mercy." Listening to
Natascha, who is my neighbour I got desperate and completely down.
"Have a
look at his titties, Nasch, this sissy should be properly dressed and not go
topless." "You are right, Michi. Slut, you want to be a sissy, now
you will always dress as a sissy. As a standing order in our presence you will
wear black leather boots with high heels on black net stockings, girdle, black
leather bra, and a butt plug along with your chastity belt and the steel
collar. Is that clear, slut?" "Yes, MISTRESS Natascha."
"Now, a
few rules, slut. You will always call me MISTRESS Natascha, be it when we are
alone, be it with other people, or be it on the street. You will never be
standing when I am in the room but on your knees. You will be available
whenever I want you. If you are not here, I will call you. You must be here
within five minutes or you will be punished." I was aware that I got
involved deeper and deeper into my fate as a slave and that more and more
people would get to know that I had become Sklavennutte Dr. Guenter Hofmeister.
"Are you
hungry, slut?" MISTRESS Natascha asked, "I bet you are, as you did
not get food in the restaurant, aren't you?"
"Yes,
MISTRESS Natascha," I replied, knowing that only another humiliation would
follow. "Well, you will get a lot of protein." MISTRESS Natascha
said. They forced me so sit on a bar supported by distant triangles on both
sides, which was too high that my feet reached the floor. Micha opened the
cuffs, re-cuffed my wrists and connected them to a chain dangling from the
ceiling. My ankles were tied together and my body weight pressed the chastity
belt painfully against my crotch. Obviously, they had prepared my coming this
evening.
Sitting now
both on the couch they watched me suffering from the constantly increasing
pain. I tried to reduce the pressure against my crotch by lifting my body but
was feasible only for moments. My suffering seemed to make Natascha and Michail
hot as they started fumbling each other. It didn’t take long and they fucked in
front of my eyes whilst I suffered incredible pain.
Then I saw that
both must have been having an incredibly intense orgasm. It took them some time
but then Michail released me from my horse riding, but cuffed my wrists again
behind my back. He then guided me to MISTRESS Natascha and pushed me down on my
knees in front of her. "You will lick her clean, slut. Lick my cum out of
Nasch and make sure that there will be not one single drop of cum left when I
check that. As otherwise you will ride the horse again and this time you will
get whipped instead of watching us fucking."
MISTRESS
Natascha cruelly pulled my face at the hair towards her crotch, her bouncing
tits right in front of my eyes when she threatened me "Never dare get in
touch with my goodies, slut! They are off limit for you! Be assured you would
regret it! And it is your problem to avoid touching them when you serve me, not
mine!"
Later on I
would learn that she enjoys teasing me and often arranges that her huge boobs
are only a few inches far from my face making me horny like hell. I am then
more than tempted to touch her titties, to feel them. But I also have learnt
that she likes to punish me without mercy, out of any proportion. Once I was
chained in a position that I could not move much with my head and she came
closer and closer with her tits. Then for even less than a moment her tits
touched my face. She had done it on purpose, for sure, but I had to pay for it
riding the horse for more than one hour.
Moving towards
me MISTRESS Natascha almost straddled my face. Since in the meantime my face
was covered with cum cleaning MISTRESS Natascha´s pussy meant licking her again
and again. I licked and slurped at her steaming lips until she had another
orgasm. She finally said, "Micha, I think as a sissy slut our slave should
lick you clean, too."
I was forced to
lick his cock and balls while the strong smell of recent sex filled my
nostrils. MASTER Michail slid his limp dick into my mouth and forced me to suck
and slurp until he was once again fully erect. Then he grabbed my head and
began fucking my mouth, completely being oblivious to my gagging. As a Master
he was unconcerned with my discomfort, and concentrated on his pleasure. The
roughness used in this oral rape was unexpected and made me realize that I
really was under their control. The "game" had gone too far, but now
I could do nothing to stop it.
He finally came
in my mouth and told me, "Swallow it all slut, if you spill one precious
drop I will beat the shit out of you."
I obeyed, despite my revulsion. MISTRESS Natascha applauded crying,
"Magnificent, Micha. It would be fun to watch you fucking our slut's ass,
but I want to save your next orgasm for myself." She got a strap-on and as
she put it on said, "So I guess I'll have to do it. Our dear neighbour
wanted to be a slave, and slaves don't fuck, they get fucked." She removed
my butt plug and started raping me shouting "Micha, take the cam, we
should document this sissy slut getting fucked."
I got still
raped by MISTRESS Natascha when I heard MASTER Michail saying "You will
give me a key to your apartment, slut! You will not have privacy any more. Is
that clear, slut?" "Yes, MASTER Michail."
Now I had lost
the last resort where I was a normal person and a business executive. From now
onwards I would be a slave and even worse, a slut in my own apartment. I could
not dare to get any visitor at home, not even a craftsman.
…
…
I heard noises
at the door. Somebody must have been there. Before I could reach the entrance
the door opened. There were MISTRESS Natascha and MASTER Michail. From the way
they displayed their shoes I got to know that they expected me to kiss and lick
their boots. They had not closed the door and if somebody passed I would be
detected licking the boots of my neighbours in my own apartment.
"Get into
your sissy outfit, slut, and come back again to the entrance!" I obeyed
and, returning to the entrance, the door was now fully open. Again, I had to
lick extensively their boots.
But my
humiliation that evening had only started. MISTRESS Natascha made a series of
calls and invited for a drink – at my place – with me in my sissy outfit! I
presumed that she had called MISTRESS Tatjana and MISTRESS Tamara but she had
made at least three more calls. Soon her friends arrived. I was right, she had
actually called MISTRESS Tatjana and MISTRESS Tamara but there were two other
ladies and I had to welcome every lady at the open entrance door by kissing
their shoes. The third person, however, was another neighbour of mine. When she
saw me she laughed loudly and said "Guten Tag, Herr Dr. Hofmeister". Then she
shook her head and left without saying anything anymore. I panicked but this
could only mean that tomorrow everybody would know...
But after a few
minutes she returned with a camcorder in her hands. I really felt relieved
although this could only mean to document me to even more persons as sissyslut
gunnarsub.
I had to serve
drinks to all guests in my sissy uniform. Then MISTRESS Natascha said
"Dear friends, we have a surprise for you. When I met this slut for the
first time at Tanja´s place, he was still in training by a Prodomme called
MISTRESS C. Well, I talked to MISTRESS C, she is not only the owner of our
slut, but she holds also a most compromising documentation and a duly signed
Slave Contract.
Or more precisely
she held it." MISTRESS Natascha took a document out of her bag and showed
it to her friends. They started to read the document. I could see that it was
the Slave Contract I had entered with MISTRESS C. "I bought this slut from
his previous Mistress. This Slave Contract certifies that I am now his OWNER!"
"Great,
Nasch, and well done. Now this slut is fully at our mercy. Let’s celebrate your
acquisition with a bottle of
"BOW YOUR
HEAD!" MISTRESS Natascha said. I obeyed. "Slave, I'm only going to
tell you these things once. Listen carefully and remember each and every word.
My word from now on is your law. You will obey all my orders and also all those
of my friends. You will learn to respond not only to all my wishes, but also to
my caprice and to those of all my friends. Violate any of our rules and you
will be punished. I am not talking about playful spankings to excite you; I am
talking about cruel, sadistic punishment, both corporal and emotional. You will
be whipped and humiliated - and trust me you won't like it", she said with
her characteristic grin.
And last but
not least MISTRESS Tamara ordered me to come to her place the other day. She
insisted that I wear a black bra under a white shirt and neither an undershirt
nor a jacket.
…
...
The next day.
I took off my
shirt and undershirt; put the black bra on and the white shirt on top. In the
mirror I saw that my bra was visible, even from distance. I rushed out of the
house and was lucky that nobody was around. But walking to the place of
MISTRESS Tamara I realised that people looked at me, some shaking their head,
whilst others made nasty remarks or at least turned around gaping at me.
Although I
hurried I arrived about two minutes too late. "You will regret being late,
slut. “MISTRESS Tamara stood in the open door, but then turned and let me in.
"Please, MISTRESS Tamara, forgive me for being late, it will never happen
again."
"That is
your problem, slut," MISTRESS Tamara repeated, "now strip,
everything!" She cuffed my wrists behind my back, and also locked a steel
collar around my neck. Then she took a chain of one yard length, fixed it to my
collar and, at the other end to the wall at an altitude of about 3 feet,
forcing me to kneel and facing the wall. MISTRESS Tamara got out of my view and
when she returned she were naked but a corset and boots with high heels.
MISTRESS Tamara climbed over the chain, her shaved pussy only inches far from
my face.
"Eat me,
slut! And do a good job or you will be whipped for ages!"
She laughed and
then forced me to plunge into her. Held in position by the chain I could do
nothing but accept that her tights closed around my head, almost suffocating
me. Knowing what was expected from me I started using my tongue as a dick and
licking her clit. Smothering me in-between I really started to fear that I
would choke but eventually, MISTRESS Tamara climaxed and, after she was licked
clean, left the room.
Chained with my
head to the wall I was kept waiting until she returned after about one hour’s
time. Again, MISTRESS Tamara climbed over the chain, but this time the other
way around. Her ass was only a few inches away from my face and I could still
smell her juices. Then her ass approached my face. Due to the chain fixed to my
collar I could do nothing in order to escape. For sure, I would not have dared
denying licking her ass but the way I was chained prevented me even from the tiniest
flexibility in moving. So I plunged deeper and deeper into her ass, held in
position by the chain.
I knew that I
had no alternative but to worship her ass. This time I had to suffer getting
suffocated even longer until MISTRESS Tamara finally released my head from her
ass. And this time she did not leave the room, but armed herself with a huge
strapon. "You seem to feel that you are too good for licking my ass,
slut?"
I did not dare answer
and MISTRESS Tamara walked around in front of me. “Look up, slut! Everyone on
this world has a job. Your job is to suffer.” I looked up and recognized that her
strap-on was more than twice as large as my own cock. “Impressive, isn’t it!
Once I rape you with this, I’ll own your ass, inside and out! So, what do you
say?”
MISTRESS Tamara
grabbed my ear and twisted it hard. “I want to hear you beg for my strap-on!
Beg me to rape you!” Knowing that anything else than obeying would make thing
only much worse with a voice strained by fear, I answered “Please MISTRESS
Tamara, rape my ass. I beg you rape me.”
“Yes, MISTRESS Tamara. Please fuck my ass.
Please!” MISTRESS Tamara grabbed my arms with both her hands and rammed the
huge strap-on into my ass. “Let me know you feel it!” she said, as she began to
pump in and out of my ass.
I screamed and
begged for mercy. MISTRESS Tamara continued to pump the monster cock in and out
of my ass. Eventually, MISTRESS Tamara pushed off of me.
"How does
that feel, slut? Do you like getting fucked by a strapon or do you prefer the
cock of a gay?" I didn’t dare reply but then she shouted, "Answer,
slave." Not knowing how to reply I said with low voice "I like both,
your strap-on and the dick of a gay, MISTRESS Tamara." Obviously satisfied
with my answer she laughed.
"Slut, you
will learn to arrive in time whenever I call you. I do not accept any excuse
for being late. As a standing order from now onwards you will piss into your
trousers whenever you see me in the street. Wherever it is, slut, you will piss
on the spot into your trousers and I do not mind whoever is present. Is that
clear, slut?"
"Yes,
MISTRESS Tamara." There was nothing I could do about it.
...
…
A few weeks
have passed now. I have been pushed down the road to becoming a public slut
with my identity being disclosed to more and more people without me knowing who
knows my secrecy. MISTRESS Natascha, MASTER Michail,
and their friends do their utmost to add to my humiliation in front of others.
They had
complemented my sissy outfit in a most humiliating fashion by a sluttish
make-up. As a standing order I have to put on inviting blood red lipstick and
polish my fingernails with a matching colour.
If not ordered
otherwise I have to present myself in this outfit, too, whenever I am at home
and they check it regularly. Living just around the corner they order me to
come to their place almost every evening. The only other piece I am allowed to
wear on the way to their apartment is a rain overcoat, which I have to take off
immediately after arriving there.
Quite often
MISTRESS Natascha or MASTER Michail just uses me as their toilet, pissing into
my mouth or over my body. MISTRESS Natascha has made it my regular duty to lick
her clean after she had sex with MASTER Michail and she is then full of cum in
both orifices.
Moreover, both
of them enjoy making me to act as their spittoon and ashtray. Regularly, they
force me to eat and drink from a bowl on the floor with my hands cuffed on my
back. In front of my eyes they spit and pee, and sometimes even cum in the bowl
and I have to lick the bowl clean.
In a lot of
cases MISTRESS Natascha and MASTER Michail have guests; not only MISTRESS
Tatjana, MISTRESS Tamara or MISTRESS Cora, the other neighbour who was present
when MISTRESS Natascha disclosed her ownership over me, but plenty of others.
MISTRESS Natascha always makes her guests aware that I would live just around
the corner and offers that they could use me as their slave at any time. In
most cases they keep me cuffed and in chains during my service, surely not
because of fear of opposition but just to make life for me even more desperate
and humiliating.
MISTRESS Tatjana
in most cases prefers female lovers, but here and then calls me to serve her,
too. It really means serving her since she forces me to use my tongue to bring
her to climax. She likes smothering me
for ages while having me securely chained and riding my face. For me it is no
pleasure at all but only pain and almost suffocation. If MISTRESS Tatjana is
not satisfied she chains me to the pillar in her living room and canes me
without mercy.
Only MISTRESS
Tamara is as cruel as MISTRESS Natascha. I fear being sent to serve her. She is
mean and wicked inventing always new ideas how to humiliate me. Quite often she
likes to use me as her bidet, or she orders me to lick her pussy and to worship
her ass. Sometimes she straddles me and rides my face for ages. But especially
she likes to torment me.
MISTRESS
Tamara is
most creative in inventing one cruel game after the other. Once she cuffed my
hands behind my back, unlocked my chastity belt, then put a rope around my
balls and fixed the rope to a hook on the floor in such a way that I had to
kneel. Comfortably relaxing on her arm-chair in front of me MISTRESS Tamara
ordered me to lick her rather muddy boots clean. Obeying her order I realized
that I hardly could reach all parts of her boots since the rope fixed to my
balls was too short. The mud tasted horribly but I knew that I did not have a
choice other than to obey. When I arrived at her heels I had to pull painfully
at my balls. Obviously, MISTRESS Tamara had planned the whole set up to make it
hard and most painful for me to comply with her instructions. But then very
slowly MISTRESS Tamara moved her boots away and her heels got out of reach.
Although I did my best and pulled that hard that I thought my balls would tear
off I couldn’t conclude my job successfully. MISTRESS Tamara threatened me that
she would punish me without mercy but it was no use since it was a mission
impossible.
Locking me
securely in chains, MISTRESS Tamara picked up a short cattle probe and slowly
pushed it against my rear orifice. When she pressed the button on the handle of
the probe, my whole body exploded with pain, securely held by the chains. She
laughed, enjoying how my naked body suffered in agony at each terrible jolt and
claimed that she would have warned me. Compared to that the sessions with
MASTER Marcel and MISTRESS Natascha are moderate since they just use me as
their fucking tool. Sometimes MISTRESS Tatjana is also present and she then
joins her mom in torturing me to my limits. It goes without saying that I do
even more than my very best, that I immediately obey every order in order to
avoid such cruel torture.
MISTRESS
Natascha has posted a lot of face pics documenting me as her `Sklavennutte´ at various places in the
net, they do not only display me in most humiliating positions but can be
freely downloaded without me being in the position to prevent it. Some of them
have already started to appear in some Yahoo adult groups.
…
The end.
Confession
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G U N N A R S U B gunnarsub |
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Slut gunnarsub gunnarsub |
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I, slave and
slut gunnarsub would like to get forced by my Owners to serve
them and all their male and female friends as a Bootlicker, Slave, and Painslut I would
like to get exposed and humiliated by them as
a Cocksucking
Sissyslut Force me to obey You and Your friends without any
restriction. Punish me cruelly without limitation if You are not satisfied
with my performance, or You may just do it for Your pleasure Chained, collared, and caged I would like to be completely at the mercy
of my Owners with mo more control what will happen to me
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