The Sadness of an Abandoned Male Slave
I am sitting along with the others waiting for her to appear. This is nothing unusual. Gisele always likes to keep everyone waiting. It is one of her secrets in controlling the world around her. I squirm in my seat as I feel the plug slide inside of my ass. Being her submissive, I must wear what she commands no matter the venue whether it be in public or the privacy of the dungeon constructed in her basement. The G-string and matching bra under my suit seem natural. I never thought that I would ever happen, but through Gisele’s strict guidance it finally has. She opened and shown me a world I thought only existed in fantasies and books. For over a year, Gisele slowly molded me into her slave (even though she detested that word and I would be severely punished for using it in her presence).
The adventures we shared together will never happen again for me. It will be only a pale imitation. Everything I believed about myself was challenged and stripped away. There was nothing that prepared me for Gisele’s dominant urges or appetite. My intellect or strength did not prevent her from reducing me to a confident alpha male in the business world to a quivering submissive on his knees begging for her to stop then pleading her for release. All of this happening while we laughed, cried, and experienced intense powerful emotions.
And now it is over. The end. I would no longer be her submissive man. She let me go in favor of another. Gisele explained it all to me when we finished an intense situation. Her words cut through me worse than the crop she used. Words like security, love, and happiness flew at me. I felt hurt and angry. A pit in my stomach formed as tears ran down her beautiful face. For the first time, I saw her tears. Gisele knew what I was feeling and that it hurt. Things change, she explained, and this is the right thing to do. More tears except they are mine. Her arms hold me as I cry. Kisses and promises are made to be loyal until he is hers. We play after that but with dread overshadowing all that we do during the next few months. All happening while she prepares for the him that will follow. The last dinner we shared, Gisele makes me promise to be there for her. I agree but it is hard for me to be happy about it. She is giving up much for him and I am part of what she will lose for him.
Words . . . nothing but words which is all that they are. The music makes everyone turn in their seats to stare at her beauty. Everyone knows that it is her song. I spot a few of her former partners. Some look miserable and bitter. Others smile and are happy for her. I feel neither joy nor despair. Instead, I feel calm. I accept what is and no that soon I will be free of her. Gisele made some suggestions of being together again, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen no matter how much I wished it. This was it for us and it was symbolized by the ceremony to come. I catch the eye of her first submissive partner. I know he is the first because of the stories she has told me and the video tapes of their scenes together. Gisele would direct me to observe some reaction and how it affected her at the time. They kept in touch by phone after he moved away. Of all her past partners, she values his opinion the most. I’m certain that he knows all that is on her mind for he advises her on all matters relating to her submissive partners. He is one of the happy ones and gives me a nod of recognition. We only spoke a few times, but I know that he likes me because I would be gone if he did not. The blonde beauty next to him must be the Mistress he now lives with. I guess he proves that there is life after Gisele.
Adriana, Gisele’s female submissive, walks ahead in a beautiful, elegant, low-cut dress, honored of her position and role. I wonder, idly, if she is wearing her nipple rings. Gisele commanded Adriana to get them and was there holding her hand as the needle pierced them. It was the first of many piercings and tatoos Adriana would get to prove herself to Gisele. Her thin, delicate body was a shrine to Gisele. I didn’t doubt that Adriana would be one of the miserable ones. She is totally devoted to Gisele. The new man would be taking Gisele away from Adriana as well as from me. While Adriana declares herself to be bisexual, she is in love with Gisele. No man or woman could ever be loved as much by her.
We never got along. Adriana’s jealously and plain looks made for some interesting scenes, but I didn’t personally find her attractive. Also, whenever Gisele made Adriana dominate me while she was dominated by Gisele, she would hurt me unnecessarily. Worst of all, she used a strap-on like a battering ram. Adriana was a rapist whenever she used it. Gisele got angry with her that the next time, I was allowed and encouraged to take Adriana brutally. So threatened by me, that she didn’t see that Gisele had fallen for another. By the time she found out, it was too late for her to insinuate herself into their lives. As I watched her walk by, I noticed that both her pussy and ass were full. Her stiff walk was only noticed by those who had experienced Gisele’s domination. How long would she wait for Gisele? Probably forever.
Gisele appears and new music begins to play.
Her dress is white and modern arm and arm with some distinguished older handsome man walks alongside her. She is smiling and nervous. It is so uncharacteristic of her to be so nervous. I have never seen her so vulnerable and happy as she walks by me. She doesn’t see me. She is too busy moving to the altar where her new man is waiting for her. The flowers in her hands shake as they reach the man and his friend. A few words are spoken by the Minister and the distinguished escort leaves her. Gisele and the man say their vows to each other. Adriana is losing the battle not to cry as is Gisele. Her words are spoken with such fragility that I almost believe that she is a stranger. What happened to the commanding voice that I could hear from across the room? Where is the confidence she displayed as she performed in our scenes?
Finally, the Minister pronounces them man and wife. Everyone applauds some more enthusiastically than others. They walk down the aisle. He is good looking and she is beautiful. Everyone heads for the reception. I pile into a car with some of the Groom’s relatives. They talk about the ceremony and the bride. Nothing bad is said, but it all seems forced as if there is something unspoken being said. I wonder if they know about Gisele’s not so hidden lifestyle. She is out to her friends and colleagues. The Groom must certainly know. Why didn’t I ask Gisele about him when I had the chance? We pull up and get out of the car. I speak to the strangers politely and tell them a little about myself. I’ll never see any of them again, so there is a polite honesty between us. Don’t go into the details, keep everything general.
The reception is upscale enough to impress the women. The drinks are free which impresses the men. I am taken aside by her first submissive. We talk and he asks me if I am okay with this. Seeing that I am, we trade some war stories about Gisele. His current Mistress joins us and says that she will have two ceremonies when she gets married. Too bad the Groom isn’t into kink, she says with a knowing smile. We drink and talk about other things but after the third drink we are back discussing the scene. Another one of Gisele’s submissive men joins in and there is flirting between him and a Dominant male. Soon, we become the kink table a good distance away from the vanilla world surrounding us. Adriana joins us with her date who is comfortable with the topic at the moment: magic wands. He tells everyone he is a sexual adventurer but doesn’t play seriously in any scene. Adriana smiles at him, but we all know that her thoughts are focused upon her Domme who is happily chatting with her Mother-in-law. When they leave to visit another table, I can see the relief coming from everyone. We all start making catty comments about Adriana. She isn’t well liked and all agree that she is plugged and stuffed.
The lunch, wedding toast, and cake cutting ceremony happens next. After the gushing of the women and some of the men, everyone returns to their tables. The deejay has the music pumping with what could only be called “safe” music. People begin to dance. The floor is cleared for the Groom and Bride for their dance. They seem happy and smiles are permanently fixed on their faces. She is teary-eyed while he is relieved. Everyone returns to the floor and soon everyone is dancing. Adriana surprises me and asks me to dance.
On the floor we move stiffly because of our plugs. She tries to be friendly with varying success. We talk about what will happen next. Adriana reveals to me that after the bachelorette party, she and Gisele played. It disappointed her when I just smiled politely. She then adds that she will continue to be Gisele’s slave. Her number one submissive status is safe. This upsets me because I feel that Gisele could have done better mainly by picking me. I feel the song ending and I quickly slide my hand down her ass and push on the plug causing her to gasp in discomfort. I walk back to the table with a smile.
I go to the bathroom and remove my plug and undergarments. Looking at them for a second, I drop them into the garbage. Rejoining the table, we all make mundane small talk and steer away from the scene. Gisele comes over and joins us. She then asks each one of us to dance with her. The women do non-nasty dancing invented by the Baptists renamed line dancing. Eventually it is my turn to dance with her. We smile and I tell her how beautiful she looks. She asked me what gift I gave her. I spoke about the crystal glass set. Then I told her my gift to her. Leaning over, I whispered that in my box was the collar I had worn for her. There was a pause before she spoke something I couldn’t make out. …