By: Tiberius Dixon
He hung spread-eagled, with arms and legs secured by spreader bars tightly bound to his wrist and ankles. Time became unimportant because of the numbness that had filled his stretched body.
Because of the tight helmet and mouth gag, speaking was impossible. He would shake and try stretching with the bondness to alleviate soreness, but he knew the ankle spreader was also secured. Arms attached to the bar securely held by a lift, and legs locked wide opened being firmly held to the floor.
Earlier, before his punishment began, she had placed a discipline helmet firmly on and locked him completely in restraints allowing just enough movement for walking before taking him to an unknown location. A place she had always kept locked away from isolation for her convenience. Until she felt he was ready for her supremacy. Time had then came for her to show true power.
They had a loving dom-sub relationship for six months running. She was the caring and loving dominatrix topping the happy sub. He was the pleased sub demanding less pain from the bottom. Their relationship flourished for six months without a mark or abrasive skin. Sometimes a red cheeked bottom decorated his ass for a few days. Or a pinched nipple or lightly bruised skin carried a hurtful moment at times. Or an extra hurt causing a mark. Maybe including a tearful eye from him. Or her bonding him for an overnight period. But he could always return to the public life without anyone knowing. For they kept the secret to themselves. Nobody knowing.
But that was going to change. She came to him with a challenge. She wanted to grow the vanilla fun they once had into her intense relationship. They were at a new and fun place to expand her dominating ways driving more hurt into his soul.
Though he disliked humiliation, she now found it as a new tool to bring his manhood down. Licking her boots from the souls to the top only showed that she possessed power. Kissing them on her demand. Make him apologize with every tongue touch. Make him beg. Anything she felt that would lessen his power and bring him to a more subordinate state. It was to prove her dominance. That she was in charge.
Earlier, a contract was shown to him stating that her demands were his will. From then on she was to be answered with only a “yes, My Mistress” response. If the word “no” ever came from his mouth, pain would be her ultimate revenge.
His name from then on would only be “slave.” For he no longer existed in life as a man. He was a Her slave. And a slave he would become.
She entered the room with forceful steps. Her thigh high platform leather boots echoed. She circled him, rubbing his manhood, provoking him. She showboated around in her leather spiked bra and form fitting shorts decorating her tight ass. Immaculate red nails protruded her leather gloves without finger holes. She finally lowered him to his knees. His mistress then removed the collar, followed by the helmet.
“Did you enjoy your two day hanging?” She pranced in circles slapping a riding crop.
“No.” He quickly answered.
She struck his ass firmly. “No what? What is your proper response to your mistress?” She spanked him one more time.
“No, My Mistress.” He cried.
“What were you told about the “no” word?” She struck him just above the crotch.
Fear showed in his face. Her slap came close to his cock. She sensed his manly dwindling away. She felt her power over taking him. Soon her ultimate goal would be finished. Just a matter of a few more days.
“I’m sorry My Mistress. Yes, I enjoyed my hanging.” Words he could barely cry out. Crotch pain filled his soul.
She pulled his head back by his hair. She then waved the new contract in front of his face. She was his full time mistress. He was her full time slave. He no longer had friends. Only her dominating ways. He was no longer allowed away. Only in her dominating den. He was no longer a free man. Only a captive slave. To be bonded in restraints complying to her dominating ways.
She waved the contract once again and sat it down. If he abused their agreement, she would release him to a slave camp run by males who displayed their victims to others in constant torture. Terror that would run him for the rest of his life. If he doubted her, she could bring in a few dominating men to use him as their boytoy proving her point. She then lowered him and released his arms. Gave the slave a pen and the contract.
“Thank-you, My Mistress.” Taking the pen.
She turned his whimpering eyes to face her. “You’re being a good slave. Sign it and become my perfect slave. After you sign, I’ll allow you to rub circulation into your body.
He quickly signed it and began to vigorously rub his arms and legs to end numbness.
His mistress then quickly placed his wrist back onto the spreader bar and pulled them outward. The bar raised above his head once again.
She opened a bottle and placed a pill onto her gloved hand. “I want you to take this.”
“What’s it for?”
Instantly she raised him to his feet. That time picking up a metal tip cat-of-nine and whipping him after each word she spoke. Don’t. You. Ever. Dare. Question. Me.” Six whip marks materialized on his backside. Each time bringing a painful cry. She grabbed his balls and laughed while squeezing. “I’m gonna start your training with these fucking useless things.”
“My Mistress. Please stop. Please stop.” Was all he could muster out.
“Let me tell you what a bad slave you’ve been.” She told him he didn’t thank her the new contract. He didn’t thank her for being released to ease the numbness. He didn’t thank her for becoming a full time slave. Most importantly, he questioned her on what the pill was for. The time had come to unfold to him of her future demands.
His mistress grew tired of his topping from the bottom. She adhered to their vanilla lifestyle just to lure him to her dominance stage. To be in Her demanding full time S/M lifestyle.
She showed him a few things to start the fun off with. First, was a cock and ball metal restraint. Second, an attachable electric butt plug to a metal belt that could be locked onto him. Along with a training corset for him to wear 24/7. And finally, a set of 40DD false breasts to wear necessary for him to get use to. Because within time he was going to be injected with breast silicon giving him perfect 44DD breasts. For his new life would be lived out as a he-she. Until she felt a need for him to become female.
“You’re nothing but a worthless male whose life should be controlled and dominated by superior women. Soon you’ll see to my ways. And you’ll be eager to become a female to help us rule over those silly worthless males who were put on this earth.” Laughing at him.
She then demonstrated the cock and ball metal restraint more. It didn’t come with locks. It merely locked itself on while surrounding the cock with tiny pins inside that caused prick pain every time a erection was tried. A ring was around the entire cock and balls area. A ring that couldn’t be expanded. It merely snugged tighter if she wanted. Also she showed two wires for a voltage shocking device. She then snapped on a strap at its bottom with the electric butt plug attached with wires to the voltage shocker. After inserting his new butt plug, she finished by wrapping a belt around his waist with a strap attaching to the top of the cock and ball restraint. He was now fully cock and balled and butt plugged with a waist belt equipped with the ability to give electric voltage to his manly area.
She slid the voltage meter onto the belt and grinned. “Let me demonstrate a low voltage setting.” And continued grinning while altering between cock and balls and butt plug.
A scream of horror was heard. He shook in fright. Pleading to her.
“Now the second setting.” She didn’t hesitate. His pain was her enjoyment. And his pain she could clearly see. Enjoying herself all the time. “Today, we will get to level 3. Just for fun. But if you ever disobey me or question me again.” She evil eyed him and sinfully laughed more. “Here’s what level 5 feels like.”
Luckily they were in a soundproof den. His screams were death defying. His body locked in pain. He tried to plead. But to no avail. Words wouldn’t come out. He merely hung his head with tears rolling down his cheeks. She lifted his head and laughed more and more.
“Imagine that shocking pain lasting 10X over. You’d probably faint. And your cock and balls, along with your asshole would be fried. I swear slave. You don’t ever want to disobey me.” She ran her firm nails across her whipped marks. “Never.”
He pleaded and cried. “I promise, My Mistress. I’ll never disobey or question you.”
“Good. Now we have an understanding.” She then lowered him to his knees.
Again, she placed a pill in her hand. “Open your mouth.” And put it inside his mouth. Removed her tight fitting shorts and delighted him with a golden shower to help wash it down.
He swallowed, but then choked at the juices that over filled his mouth. She continued drowning him. After stopping, she vigorously slapped him repeatedly across the mouth for not taking it in all of her golden fluids.
Again she raised him up. That time not completely off the floor. She closed the bar and raised him just enough to put him on his tiptoes. She told him she had a few calls to make. But assured him she would return to finish his punishment. Before walking out she kicked his legs apart as far as the spreader bar would allow and zapped him with a level 3 voltage . Followed by a level 1 voltage every 30 seconds. Knowing that the light pain would be just enough to excite him for an erection after her new slave got use to it. The stiffening of his cock would be pricked with pins inside of his cock and ball restraint.
She returned. With five of her friends he instantly recognized from previously meeting. But at that time all were dressed in dominating leather outfits completed with spiked heels or platform leather boots. No vinyl. Merely pure leather. Each looking as if they were ready to deliver pain for a waiting victim. His mistress removed the voltage meter from his metal belt. She then introduced her first dom. Not by the name as he knew her by. But as Mistress Diana.
She walked over to him. “I’m starting you off with thirty hard spankings from this paddle. I’m able to deliver hard spankings because I still hold some my strength from my past.” She opened her leather skirt to display cock and balls in a restraint. “I use to be a pathetic male, but thanks to Mistress Kelly, I’m a ball busting, ass spanking, he-she with 44DD breast.” She then walked over to Mistress Kelly, got down on her all fours and asked. “With your permission, My Mistress, may I began the spankings?” Then kissed each of her boots.
“You make sure I see tears rolling down his cheeks. If he cries, give him ten more. If doesn’t, give him twenty more.”
“Yes, My Mistress.” Mistress Diana then stood. Grabbed the paddle and took two running steps toward him cracking him firmly on the left butt cheek. Turned and whacked firmly just below his belly button. Sending a painful sense to this cock and ball restraint. She laughed as he cried while walking around him pinching his nipples with her firm and sharp fingernails. She once again enjoyed him crying as she continued the spankings close to his cock.
Mistress Diana then stood two steps behind his right side. She ran at him cracking his ass and turned to give another painful blow just below his belly button. While he cried in horror, she pranced in front of him and gave more blows to the inside of each inner thigh.
All the slave could do was cry and plead for forgiveness. She didn’t care. Walking behind him, Mistress Diana delivered more blows to the backside of his thighs. His body tensed with pain. Tears easily rolled. She was pleased.
“I think I’ll wait until the others have had their fun before giving more.” She then hung up the paddle and introduced Mistress Courtney.
“How’s slave boy doing? Ready for a little cat-of-nine playtime?” As she reached for the whip and then twirled it around. She stood for a brief moment, twirling the whip. Then delivered cracking blows on both of his nipples. “I asked you! How is slave boy doing?” With another crack across his stomach.
“Please mistress.” He cried. “Please stop.”
“No!” And delivered two more next to his arm pit area. “Now, are you ready for a little cat-of-nine playtime?” Two more whacks to each armpit again.
“I beg you mistress.” He cried easily. “I beg you to stop.” He hung his head in humiliation. Whimpered in tears. She finished her playtime decorating his ass in welts. “Next time you’ll answer me!” Smiled. Then continued. “But it wouldn’t have helped.” She quickly applied more welts.
Mistress Diana returned with her paddle and gave more strikes on each cheek.
Mistress Kelly approached. “Why don’t we go upstairs and take a little break. Maybe a nice glass of wine?”
“No!” Mistress Teresa walked over with her riding crop. She stuffed his mouth with a cloth to hamper any crying sounds. She vigorously started slapping his back working her way down to his ankles. Just for fun she dug her nails into his nipples. Then dug her nails in his cock and ball restraint pinching his skin. His head shook back and forth. His body shook in horror. She removed the cloth and said. “I’ll take that drink now.” Smiling at her work. More smiling at his crying as her immaculate hands rubbed his tears into his face.
They all left their victim hanging with tears and agony.
Mistress Kelly promised him that he would adhere to her dominating ways just as Mistress Diana did before becoming a perfect he-she slave.
The mistresses returned giggling and laughing. Their little break did them good. The slave was lowered and his arms allowed to be brought down. Both spreader bars were retracted as he lay on the floor in pain.
The next mistresses were going to deliver the worst. A cane would be used to break more skin area that would bring welts and open wounds. His back would be marked with slashes thanks to another cat-of-nines with metal bands mixed in. His final punishment would be repeated bull whipping until Mistress Kelly grew tired. If he got lucky, he would faint from the pain. They were all hoping for the fainting.
Mistress Kelly then began to hoist the slave upward while spreading his arms. She knew his muscles were being torn apart. She removed his leg spreader allowing his damaged whipped legs to hang freely. Mistress Kelly wanted to toy with him. She lowered the slave back down. Tired of cries and begging, she decided to once again put on his discipline helmet and neck collar. Once they were on, she raised him.
Mistress Leah glided the cat-of-nine with metal strips over his skin. She wanted him to feel what was going to be his next punishment. She then cracked both ass cheeks until skin broke. His screaming was muffled by the helmet. Mistress Leah then reached from behind and underneath his ass and vigorously yanked his cock and balls back. Ordered him to close his legs so his useless cock and balls could not be visible from the front.
“If you open your legs and those balls show, imagine what they’ll feel like when I do this to them.” She raised her arm upward and brought the whip onto his crotch area.
Mistress Leah was quick to deliver another blow in the same place. The skin broke open. His head pleaded for mercy. He wiggled his body while hanging in pain. She decided another blow was necessary to test his skills.
He fought the pain. He cried in the helmet. He even crossed his legs so he wouldn’t expose his cock and balls.
His final beating came from the cane that caused more skin abrasion and welts for pain and discomfort. Blows to his pulled back cock and balls opened his legs that finally exposed his weak manhood to the front. Mistress Leah delivered a blow to his cock with her metal cat-of-nine whip. Her smile displayed her work of terror. She had wished his tears could be seen by all the mistresses enjoying the training moment
Mistress Kelly replaced the voltage meter and set it at level 3. He hung in agony for what seemed an eternity. All the mistresses laughed with pleasure. For they knew he was toast. He was a beaten bruised slave driven to the point of total submission. He was then brought down and freed. Only to curl up in a fetus position in sorrow pain. Shamefully crying.
His ankles were locked together and his wrist locked to the neck collar. They were all going to enjoy a few more beverages then return. A healing process was necessary to aid the wounds.
The mistresses returned to find their slave curled up rolling from one side to another. He stopped moving when ordered. Mistress Kelly removed all his restraints including the collar and helmet. She ordered him to crawl into the shower where a barrel sat in the middle. He couldn’t stand because of the torture given by the mistresses. So they forcefully placed him into the barrel and locked on a two piece lid that allowed only his head to be exposed. A tube was attached to the shower head with an opened funnel. The funnel allowed epsom salt to be added with the water flow. He was assured it would hurt like hell. It would be his healing process three times a day until the wounds disappeared. Once healed, his he-she transformation would begin.
As the barrel filled with warm water and epsom salt, he kicked and hit inside the barrel. He spun around in circles hoping to alleviate the hurt. Mistress Kelly held onto his head, laughing. There was nothing he could do as it filled. Once he calmed down, she backhanded him twice for splashing inside. Opened the drain at the bottom sending bloody water down the sewer drain. She refilled another time for fun.
Mistress Leah wanted to demonstrate female superiority before the barrel filled. He felt her backhand him four times. “That’s for the squirming you’re going to do.” As the barrel filled, they laughed at his hopeless attempt to ease the pain. They decided then to break and left him squirming and crying out.
Upon the mistresses return, they saw him almost at a sleeping state. He opened his eyes and thank Mistress Kelly for the healing process. She then removed the hose from the shower head along with the lid. A collar was placed on with a dog leash. He was forced out and ordered down on all fours. And walked to a cage. There he was placed and locked inside with a water dish filled with each of the mistress’ golden delight. Along with a dish of Alpo for eating. After given another pill and golden shower to wash it down, he was left in total darkness until the time came for next healing process.
Mistress Kelly figured the healing process would take a week. All the time the slave not knowing what was going to happen for his he-she transformation. One thing for sure. He was not going through that torture again. Whatever the mistresses demanded. He’d would adhere. Being in total darkness frightened him the same as their beatings.
The next day he awoke to blinding light from within the room. He faintly made out his mistress walking over in a bathrobe carrying a leash. She opened the cage door and placed it on the collar. Escorted him to the shower and ordered him in the barrel. Once again she filled it and sat next to her slave.
While drinking a cup of coffee, she asked if he could withstand another day of torture. He said he couldn’t and would succumb to her every demand.
She demanded her boots or feet kissed every time he was close enough to do so. She demanded his thank-yous for being in the same room with her. The word “no” was never to be spoken.
The pills he was about to start talking were female hormone treatments. They would feminize him, and he would have to learn a new voice. She had voice lesson training tapes for his use to master a female tone. He’d wear fake 40DD breast so he could get use to being in a bra. He’d wear a training corset to bring him a shapely 21” figure. Sometime during his training, Mistress Kelly would take him in for surgery for breast augmentation. For real 44DD breast. But only when she was convinced of his female devotion. Also his cock and balls would be surgically removed. Replaced with a vagina.
She furthered explained that she had had Mistress Diana for three years as a he-she who was then ready for full surgery. He could figure on the same time frame. After an hour of discussing his new he-she lifestyle, Mistress Kelly walked him back to the cage and placed two dishes inside. When locking the door she demanded that both the water and food dishes better be empty. The cock and ball restraints still remained allowing her a fun time of shocking torture. He told her thank-you for everything and promised both dishes would be emptied. Mistress Kelly left turning off the lights leaving her slave in complete darkness.
She returned, walked up to her captive slave and smiled at the empty food dishes. She reached in the cage and padded his head. “Good boy. Now open that worthless mouth.”
He did and she popped another pill in. Aided in the washing down with her golden delight. He swallowed most, but couldn’t take in all of her flow. She slapped him for it.
“I’ll be back tomorrow with another pill and feeding you. For now, lie in total darkness. Waiting and thinking about your Mistress’ feminization of your worthless male soul.”
That went on for two weeks. Sometimes she’d remove him so he could soak his wounds and get the corset tightened. At times she would gift him with actual water in his dish. But the food was always Alpo.
She’d check his cock and ball restraint because the pills were starting to shrink his manhood sooner than she had expected. She didn’t really know how fast the pills would work because they affected every man individually.
There were also times he would be forced to massage her feet while licking and kissing each toe. A humiliating task he loathed in a vanilla life.
However, they were no longer living in a vanilla lifestyle. That was the beginning of pure subordinate thanks to her skillful domination. It was just sad his erections started dwindling. She couldn’t appreciate the satisfaction of enjoying his pain when knowing his worthless cock was being pinned with needles. So she pricked it with her nails, pins, needles, or any sharp object. The shock treatments remained just to demonstrate her power.
Mistress Kelly sat him down. Taught him how to pluck his eyebrows. Ordered him to keep clean shaven. Chest, armpits, cock area, butt, legs, arms. Assured him the effects of his pills would take over. Made him learn how to walk like a lady. Walk with cross steps. Slow and gentle. Like a lady. Not forceful as a man.
Always sit with his legs crossed. Never open your legs for others to see. Even in pants. Learned to dub his voice more feminine. Changed his gestures. With the aid of the pills, she was pleased with his progress. Though his hair was already shoulder length, extensions flowed his curly locks to backside length. Always in heels. Wearing only female clothing.
Dominatrix lessons were practiced. He-she was learning fast and rewarded with better food. Juices. Sleeping conditions. As long as he pleased Mistress Kelly, her pain was little. Just enough to demonstrate her domination.
She came to her slave one morning. “Are you ready to go out in public and show yourself?”
He lowered himself and kissed her boots. “Yes, My Mistress.”
“I know a club full of transvestites and little boys. We’re going there and I want you to pick one up and bring him back here to torment.”
“Yes, My Mistress.” While continuing to kiss her boots.
“And remember.” She turned on the voltage meter to level 3. “You’re mine! Don’t try anything stupid.”
He jumped. Grabbed his cock. “Yes, My Mistress. I’ll make you happy.”
For fun. She shocked him once again. Seeing him squirm pleased her.
“Please, My Mistress. I beg you. Please. I’ll be a good boy.”
She hit him with a level 5 shock. “You’re a fucking slave. Not a boy and will refer to yourself as such.”
He rolled in pain. “Yes, My Mistress.” Crying out. “I’m a worthless slave!”
She kicked her slave with her heel. “Get in your fucking cage. Maybe some time in the dark will teach you.”
“Yes, My Mistress.”
Lights were turned on, his mistress strutted herself to his cage, opened the door and pulled him out. She didn’t say a word. He didn’t asked. No beatings in the last few days felt good. He slowly stood for his mistress. Yet, she merely ordered him back to his knees. Attached a leash and walked him to a chair and ordered her slave to wait. Another mistress sat next to him with a suitcase sitting on a table and the words tattoo equipment spelled on it.
“This is Miss Destiny. You will refer to her as Miss Destiny. She’s going to tattoo you as all slaves should be.”
He knew better than to say anything. He merely sat. In silence.
Miss Destiny spoke. “You want it here in “black?” Pointing just above his penis.
“Yes. And make sure it hurts. Cover his ass with the words, “For Whippings”. She had decided that her new slave’s punishishment would be graced upon him with her whip only. She honored herself with the site of markings.
“In red? Covering both cheeks?” Miss Destiny pointed at his then clean white ass.
“Bright red.” As Mistress Kelly smiled, but she didn’t smile at her slave. She then gloved his cheeks and looked straight into his eyes. “You move and fuck up her work, you’ll regret it for the rest of your pathetic life. I promise you.”
“Yes, My Mistress.”
Destiny took notice. “Well trained.”
“Very well trained. Or multiple beatings.”
As the tattoo artist started, he flinched at the pain because Miss Destiny wasn’t gracious with her strokes. She pressed hard and fast. Deeply covering ink deep into his skin. Looking up at Mistress Kelly, they both smiled from time to time when he winced.
“You know something? It’s nice not having to be careful with the pressure. Makes it easier.” Miss Destiny finished with his front. The word “SLAVE” in bold and black capital lettering decorated him just above the penis. She ordered him to turn and lay over the back of a chair. They thought the more uncomfortable he was, the better. She changed the inks to red and began on his ass. When finished, “FOR SPANKINGS” appeared evenly across both butt cheeks.
He got down on all fours and kissed his mistress’ feet. Afterwards, he tongued both of Miss Destiny’s feet. Mistress Kelly then beat him back to his cage.
Mistress Kelly returned later with a list of demands she ordered him to take as he crawled out and lay on the cold floor. “Read these fifteen rules and adhere to them. They are necessary requirements.”
He took the list and began reading, knowing not to look at her.
Softly speaking, “Dominatrix rules, 1. Your Mistress is always superior. 2. Your Mistress rules you. 3. slave will always refer to Her as, “My Mistress”. 4. slave will always obey Mistress. 5. Her rules are slave’s reason for being. 6. Never disobey your Mistress. 7. Mistress can and will inflict pain and punishment whenever She feels they are needed. 8. slave lives only for Her happiness. 9. slave’s pain will be Her happiness. 10. I will be referred to as “slave”. 11. slave will be my new name and identity. 12. There is no life without Mistress. 13. Never is slave to question Mistress. 14. slave is never permitted to say “no”. 15. slave lives to serve Mistress.”
After he finished. “That’s a good slave.” And pulled his head up by his hair. “Do you understand them?”
“Yes, My Mistress.”
She checked his corset once again. Mistress Kelly wanted to make sure it was tight and secured. She then lead him to the eating room and allowed him to a hot meal with a cold drink. He finished without saying a word as always and lay next to the plate waiting for new orders. She merely sat there with her legs crossed on his back enjoying another cigarette. After a final thought, she walked him back to his cage so he could practice his feminine technics.
First orders. Sit as a lady. Keep your legs crossed. Posture erect. Arms resting on your lap. Second orders were practiced on standing up and walking. Keep legs together. Crossed steps. His steps started out as small and ginger. Once he mastered walking with heels, his strides were larger and more graceful. Lightly touching the ground with grace and poise. He learned how to keep his arms elegantly dangling. Head from freely glancing around. Yet, keep your head up and properly front.
Next was mastering walking in heels. Six inch platforms were introduced. Mistress Kelly wanted her slave to start out in full form. Plus the faster he failed, something that she had been hoping for, the sooner she could start punishing Her worthless slave.
Every time he missed step, she forcefully cracked his backside with a small whip. Each time he walked to quickly, or forcefully, she doubled the hits.
Mistress Kelly’s sub learned fast. And he learned hard.
He learned Her way. The way she wanted.