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Chapter 13
I was awakened by Candy just after 9am. Mistress would be down
in an hour or so to attend to today's lesson. My body, racked with pain,
was being supported by arms stretched down from their cuffs. There was no
strength anywhere in my body.
She tried to reassure me by pointing out that all of the girls
had endured exactly the same punishments as me, and they were all here,
alive and doing well. This was just Mistress' way of breaking us, letting
us know in no uncertain terms that we were nothing more than her property
to do with as she chose. Your training, explained Candy, will help you
survive some of the more sadistic clients that will pay to abuse you. At
least you aren't available to these men till after your training.
It's only Sunday, Candy. Mistress said I was booked for some
night this week. I'm not trained yet. What goes? Sorry, Melanie. I just
know how things usually work. I'm surprised she booked you so soon. It
must be one of her regulars that asked for the newbie. I don't want to
scare you unnecessarily, but some of the clients are downright cruel.
I can't tell you much about what lies ahead today other than
it won't be pleasant. Mistress told us all she came up with a totally new
torment for your cock. And the old ones were terrifying. Just remember,
you will live through it.
How did we ever get to this point Candy? Did you have a clue
that things would be anything like they are? Well, kind of, Candy
replied. Mistress is my second owner. I was bought, fully trained, from a
dominant man that sold out and retired. He was easier to satisfy in some
ways, but totally gay and really abused us sexually. All of his slaves
were virgins to the lifestyle when he snared us. His slaves were not
"volunteers" like here. Mistress has a big interest in keeping us healthy
and fit. We command $5,000 for a 4 hour session, $10,000 and the man can
stay all night. And customers that have proved their trustworthiness can
take us home for $25k per 24 hour period. Mistress obviously has quite a
little business here. Some men come weekly, though most are making
monthly visits or less. Mistress has even sold a couple of her slaves.
Rumor is the going price for a fully trained slave is $250k or
thereabouts. Wow, I thought, and the conversation ended when Missy, Sandy
and Patti came in the room. It's time to get you ready for today's lesson
from your mistress. First we have to prepare you for your first fucking,
and then flip you over for your course in cock and ball torture. Have
fun, Melanie.
Chapter 14
When Mistress walked in, she was wearing a strap-on that made
my mouth drop open. She couldn't be going to use that on me for a first
time experience could she? As Missy strapped me to the table with my legs
over the side I started to whimper before anything happened. Come now
Slave Melanie. You have been prepared well for this. You've already had
plugs almost half this size in your ass. This should be a breeze for you,
I looked down at her strap-on and thought God, it's almost as big around
as my arm. Missy suggested some lube and a stern look came over Mistress'
face. Oh all right, we'll give him a little break. It is his first time
here. But you have a minor punishment coming for helping him get through
dessert Saturday night. We'll use crisco for lube, and you can apply it
to the strap-on and his ass with your mouth. A look of resignation and
disgust came over Missy. None of the other slaves had seen Missy being
punished in any way. Her only punishment came at the hands of clients.
Missy walked to a cabinet and returned with a big can of crisco and
opened it. Using her fingers, she took a large mouthful and went to work
on the strap-on. Then she buried her face in my ass, trying to lube me as
best possible. Mistress pushed the back of her head and said to make sure
her tongue got as far up my ass as possible. When released, she was
ordered to stand there with the mess on her face and think about her
being brazen enough to help a potential slave have an easier go of it
than it should have been. In one swift motion, Mistress than rammed it
home, I screamed of course. My ass must surely have split open. And then
the pounding began. Relentlessly, Mistress went at my ass like she was
having sex for the last time in her life. Again, I passed out but was
quickly brought to. Tiring of all the work involved in taking my ass for
the first time, she withdrew. Put the slave up on the table. I'm stopping
for a break. Make sure he properly cleans this off, as she removed the
strap-on. It wasn't enough to have this instrument of torment shoved
violently up my ass. Now I had to clean it with my mouth. Looking down on
it, I saw many pieces of my own shit mixed in with droplets of blood.
And I cleaned it. Of course, what choice did I have. Refusal would have
produced problems far worse. Notify me as soon as slave is ready. Once
again, I was secured to the table, face up this time for easy access to
the family jewels.
Chapter 15
Missy told me that she and only she knew what was about to
happen. Something new Mistress had heard about from a fellow Dom. My
heart goes out to you. I cannot fathom the degree of pain you are about
to endure. Extra care was spent to spread my legs wide and present my
cock to mistress about a foot from the edge of the table. Mistress needed
to be sure she had easy access, without having to lean over the table..
Mistress instructed me to inform all the girls that they would get
involved to insure the pain kept up on a continuous basis. Great I
thought. Five people were going to go at my cock and balls to insure the
pain was nonstop. That fact sure was good news. Mistress
was informed that I had been prepared and entered the room shortly.
Before we get started, it seems I neglected to tell you how important it
is for you to be successful in pleasing any client that pays good money
for your services. Patti made the mistake of actually hurting a man she
was entertaining. While giving him a blow job,she accidentally nicked the
head of his penis with her teeth, causing a small but painful cut.
Despite the fact that he used her for the full four hours, I felt
compelled to return his money. Patty paid a dear price. Come over and
show slave Melanie what it cost you. Getting as close as she could she
opened her mouth. I could see she was missing all of the teeth in back on
one side.
I was a dentist till 8 years ago, and did a lot of
extractions. Patty experienced it without the benefit of anesthesia. Only
the well being of my valuable clients comes before that of my slaves. You
can be replaced much more easily than a client can.
But we must not ignore your cock now, should we. The girls are
about to have a rare treat. Seldom do they get to actively participate in
my procedures. This would take too long and be no where near as effective
if I didn't utilize their their presence. Missy, did you bring the waxed
string? Good. As instructed, Missy adjusted the cuffs and straps that
secured me, bringing my butt to the very edge of the table. The ankle
cuffs were attached to bolts in the ceiling, putting my vulnerable cock
and balls in position for there abusive attention Mistress was eager to
start on. All waited to see what was Mistress' plan.
Mistress handed Sandy something, and told her to put this cock
ring on slave Melanie's dick and use your mouth to get him good and hard.
The ring will keep it that way throughout his punishment, an essential
aspect of my plans. For a minute or two there were wonderful feelings
dancing through my loins. The feeling of the warmth of Sandy's mouth
wrapped around my manhood made me lose track of what was happening, and I
now had a raging hard-on. In my mind I was getting head from a beautiful
woman, not some guy in drag. Enough Patty, it looks like he's ready, but
let's test him out. Mistress slapped my privates around, enough to hurt,
but more like she was toying with me. That kind of treatment surely would
eliminate his erection without the ring. It's time to proceed.
She removed two long, fat cigars from a box on the counter and
asked for the string. It resembled dental floss and may well have been.
What diabolical idea has this woman come up with. She cut off a length of
string and knelt down to go to work. Unable to see, I had the sensation
that the string was going around my cock along with something else. And a
cigar had disappeared from the table. I still didn't grasp what was going
on. Mistress lit the other cigar and puffed up a nice, glowing red tip.
Here you go girls. Each of you will keep this nice and hot, and use it's
tip to add some discomfort to slave Melanies' body. Don't stub it out,
just rub the tip around any place you want. This will keep her occupied
as I start up the primary point of attack. Patty going first, she took
the cigar and twirling it in her fingers, rubbed it into the armpit of my
left arm, and I screamed. Nice choice Patty. That's one of the more
tender areas of the body and often overlooked for attention, and I
screamed some more. The girls were watching Mistress closely, and soon
had a scared look on their faces. Candy held my hand tight and said to
get ready. Ready for what, I thought.
And then I felt it. Mistress was holding a wooden match to the
tip of the missing cigar. And that tip was just millimeters from my ball
sack, tied to the underside of my cock. She puffed away, getting a good
ash burning on the cigar. And the match was turning my balls a deeper and
deeper shade of pink and then red. As Mistress puffed away, the cigar
slowly burnt it's way up the length of my cock. With each puff another
wave of pain worked through my tortured manhood. Did I mention my
screaming? It was nonstop and loud. I must have sounded like a wolf
baying to the moon. The whole process had distracted the other slaves as
they looked on in shock and disbelief. Mistress chimed in " hey, this
isn't a show I'm putting on here. Unless you want to replace slave
Melanie, you had better get back to your job. Take three more cigars from
the box so you can all work on his pathetic body. Of course they did, not
wanting to upset Mistress any more. I was in and out of consciousness for
a long time. Not until all four cigars were out was my ordeal over. I
must have had many dozens of burns around my body. Particular attention
had been paid to my nipples. It was barely possible to see them, for the
blisters surrounding them. The pain coming from my crotch was the worst
though. Mistress got a hand held mirror from the counter and held it to
give me a good view of what had happened. The entire underside of my cock
was black or dark brown. The rest a very bright red. A horrified look on
the faces of the girls told me it was probably worse than it looked in
the mirror.
Clean the slave up, was all Mistress said as she walked out,
Missy following her close behind. Patty, Sandy and Candy went about the
task of cleaning things up. Some ointment was gently put on the burns,
each time causing little whimpers to escape my throat. The sweat was
removed from my face, but tears of pain continued to streak down both
sides of my face.
Candy tried to comfort me by gently stroking my head. You are
lucky you can't really see what your cock looks like. It's a mess.
Mistress has out done herself with this new torment. Never had any of the
girls even dreamed of anything so horrible.
Missy returned and told me that nothing else would be done to
me for the next two days. I needed to recover a little in order to rest
up for my appointment Wednesday night. The client had already been told
my cock would be off limits to him. It never would heal enough to absorb
more torment in such a short time. It was no matter to him. Dirty Hairy
would adjust his plans for the evening.
Mistress returned and looked over my pain racked body. He'll
heal was her only comment. Look closely at what happened here, girls.
None of you have ever experienced the torment that slave Melanie just
endured. It's now my favorite form of entertainment. Be careful not to
disappoint me in the future. It won't take much for me to decide to have
another go at smoking another slaves cock. That was actually fun. And
Melanie. Once again you see that I've kept my promise, made just Saturday
night, when I commented that Missy had treated you tenderly by comparison
when she stubbed my dinner cigar out on you. I did promise to use one on
more sensitive parts of your body than those chosen by Missy. Take time
to rest now. Missy told you you'd be entertaining Harry Wednesday night.
After Mistress left, Missy began talking. Mistress has
absolutely no use for a slaves penis, other than as something to torment.
If not for the feelings she derives from tormenting our cocks she would
probably have them removed to complete our transitions. She frequently
threatens to do just that for serious infractions of the rules, or
displeasing a client.
Who is this Harry guy, or Dirty Hairy as you referred to him?
How concerned should I be?
Harry is a regular. You'll learn for yourself how he got his
nickname. He's not too bad. He's gay, so their will be a lot of fucking
and sucking by you. And he's very well endowed. Most of the pain that
night will be from your being stretched out, back there. He will torment
you some, but with your parts off limit, it shouldn't be too bad. I'm not
allowed to tell you too much. Clients like to feel they pay for the
chance to use and abuse us in ways that aren't expected. Harry doesn't
have a lot of imagination, so you won't be shocked by any of his actions.
How about the transition you girls went through. It amazes me
how good you all look. I really never guessed that you were all guys
until told so.
After just two weeks we were, and you will be, sent out for
your transformation. Provided of course that Mistress feels she has
sufficiently broken your spirit. The process takes 5-6 weeks. You will be
put on a strong hormone therapy program that softens up your body,
reduces hair growth and starts a small development in your breasts. You
will then be given large implants and even some in your butt to give the
look of a nicely rounded ass. Extensive permanent make-up will be applied
to your face. Your larynx will be surgically altered to enhance the
feminine sound we all have in our voices. And you will be given hours of
training in walking, sitting and generally acting like a woman. Without
our "packages" hanging down, most would never guess we weren't women from
birth.
The one bad thing is Mistress will visit once a week to insure
you don't forget what life with her is all about. The two to three hour
visits are intense as it is your only training during your time away.
Hey said Candy. I won't have a pacifier tonight. What with the
condition you're in anyways. Or while your gone. Not so lucky, Candy, was
the word from Missy. We get to be re-acquainted with each other for
awhile. Too good to be true, as usual, said Candy. Doesn't Mistress
overlook anything?
Not when it comes to our discomfort, was Missy's reply.