Chapter 4 - Used by the Members - John's S tory
As it happened we had arrived at the Chateau three days into a member free week.
Under the rules June and I should have been at the penal colonies but, of
course, we weren't. We spent the three days acclimatising to our surroundings,
and managed to earn our first punishment, for less than exemplary performance.
This happened because the one service we could provide, that of entertaining the
phone sex callers, was not up to the standard Master required. We found out
about this, and what poor performance would invariably cost us, when Master
summoned us to his presence. We had been prepared by a footman who put us into
stringent bent arm bondage. My prick was freed, and quickly stropped to full
erection, then a cluster cock ring was securely strapped to the base of the
throbbing pole of lust.
The cluster ring not only ensured that my prick remained erect, but also
presented my fat balls as a single mass of meat thrust out from the base of the
prick by means of a inch wide strap that was cinched tightly around the base of
the ball sack. A two foot spreader attached to my knees ensured that my balls
were presented at their most vulnerable. I guessed, with a surge of masochistic
dread, that my balls might soon suffer, the tender bulbs having been prepared in
so defenseless a fashion, my aching prick actually pulsed with eager
anticipation.
June's naked body was similarly prepared in terms of its bondage. The footman
freed her pussy and chains were slipped through her cunt rings. These chains
were then wrapped around her shapely arse mounds and locked in place. This,
together with her spreader bar, ensured that her moist cuntal trench was fully
exposed. She, having surmised what was in store, needed no external stimulation
to render her clitoris rigid. The prominent bud was almost fully extended from
its protective sheath before the footman had finished with her.
We waddled off to our fate, being urged along by the constant tapping of the
footman's ever present dog whip on our rolling bottoms. We entered the Master's
chamber with feelings of trepidation washing over our trembling bodies. Once
inside the room, we saw that the Master seated on his throne like chair, with
his bizarre puppy, nude and sexually, aroused at his feet. The footman arranged
us before the dominant and forced us to our knees.
"So, willful beasts!" The Master roared in genuine anger. "You manage to defy me
at the very first opportunity! I have received a complaint from a client of my
phone service on the very first occasion I made you available on it. The woman
even questioned the fact that the service was really being provided by genuine
pain slaves, and not just two people acting the part. I was devastated, so I
replayed the tape to see if it was true. And it was, you contemptible,
nauseating reptiles! I could barely believe what I was hearing. My penis
remained limp throughout the entire hour!"
I was devastated, my heart was breaking at what I had done. Had it been able, my
own cock would have collapsed into a lank tube with shame. Whatever punishment
Master decreed that I be subjected to could never be enough to atone for what I
had done. I yearned to beg for my suffering, to plead that it be as vicious as
humanly possible, to implore that it be administered with no mercy, no pity what
so ever!
But, of course, this could not be so, we were, after all, restricted to those
three phrases that have already been mentioned. I had also noted that two
additional footmen were present in the room when we arrived. I could understand
one extra, given that June and I would probably be punished simultaneously, but
what the purpose of the third? I was about to find out, and when I did it wiped
the snide grin off little puppy's face.
"You, little puppy, must also shoulder some of the blame for this happening, so
you too shall have to be punished. You, hog, will have your nuts thrashed with
the heaviest testicle strap we have. You, bitch, will have your gash lashed with
the thickest cunt strap in the collection. And you, willful puppy, will have you
arse, cunt, and prick flogged with a heavy cat."
I noted that puppy's demeanor changed from one of quiet arrogance to one of fear
at this announcement. She was to suffer with us, and it was obvious that she was
not pleased. As for me, my submissive masochistic brain sang with delight at my
sentence, as I'm sure, did June's.
"The duration of your punishment will last for as long as it takes you, puppy,
to suck a load from my cock!" This announcement caused a change in puppy's
manner, for she obviously adored sucking her Master. This was soon tinged with a
little apprehension when he continued, with a chuckle of sadistic glee, "You now
realise, I'm sure, why I allowed you to watch me dump one load up a male whore's
tight arse, and another up a female whore's cuntal tube during the last hour.
You are not going to get it easy while you and the pain slaves suffer for your
transgressions!" He then commanded the footmen, "Prepare the hog and bitch, if
you please!"
The footmen attended to June first. Two of them grasped her body on either side
and spun her nudity upside down, while the third lowered a steel rod from the
ceiling. When all was in place a two pronged bracket attached to the rod was
screwed to her knee spreader, at its extremities. This ensured that her
suspended body would not be able to move. Then a strap was fixed to her arm
binding, and tied off securely to the top of the bracket, causing her bizarrely
contorted body to bow outwards. This, of course, ensured that her obscenely
spread open pussy was thrust forward making it totally available, and utterly
vulnerable. The footmen then attended to me doing precisely the same things to
my naked body. Once I was suspended my strapped testicles were presented equally
available, and utterly defenseless.
I watched then as the three footmen approached the whip rack. One of them
retrieved a four foot long, supple, but quite heavy strap with a penis grip at
one end. The strap narrowed for the first three feet of its length, then widened
at its business end into a two inch wide, six inch long stiff piece of heavy
leather. This footman approached my suspended nudity, and I shuddered with the
thought of the agony this weapon would be capable of inflicting. The second
footman took possession of a four foot long strap that was evenly constructed of
two inch wide black leather, and barely drooped in his hand. He approached June.
The final footman took a multi-stranded, supple leather whip from the rack and
went to the duo at the throne.
While the footmen were arming themselves Master's personal slave, puppy, had
knelt before him and unpopped the studs holding his cod piece in place. I
shuddered when she revealed his penis and testicles. The penis was so soft and
limp, and the testicles so droopy that I soon realised that we were in for a
prolonged period of pain and suffering. It would take puppy ages to bring the
cruel man off, and we would suffer for the whole of that time, terribly. Master
was proving to be a consummate sadist, and I found that my utter terror at was I
was about to have inflicted on me was almost swamped by the sensations of
masochistic elation that washed over my consciousness.
This new owner of my slave being was a truly diabolic sadist, not merely the
dominant person, more interested in his profits that anything else, that Sir
Michael had been. June and I would learn what utter slavery would mean under his
dictatorial tutor ship. We would understand that we were mere vessels for his
vicious urges, that we would suffer indescribable torments merely to entertain
him. We could never expect the tiniest bit of pity from him. Ownership by this
unmerciful Master would fulfill every masochistic desire we had ever harboured.
It would be the very epitome of perfect balance, the supreme sadist catering
perfectly to the cravings of the impeccable masochists.
My eyes flicked from the Master, and his slave just as the bizarre creature had
engulfed the length of his limp penis in her hot wet mouth and began to wildly
suck on it, to the swollen orbs of my own strapped testicles bulging so
defenselessly between my wide spread thighs. June and I, as if prompted by some
strange psychic connection between our fevered brains, both cried out loudly,
and clearly, in perfect unison, "Please, Sir! Please, Sir!" Our voices were the
epitome of pleading longing. We pleaded abjectly for our torments to begin. Our
stringently bound, and defenselessly presented bodies longed to suffer. My
swollen shining, testicles ached with a yearning to throb in agony, as I'm sure
did June's splayed open, and dripping pussy. My stiff penis pulsated with
masochistic excitement, its flared tip seeping with sexual moisture.
The footman standing between my legs raised his barbaric strap high over his
head, paused momentarily, then brought it flashing down towards its vulnerable,
and extremely sensitive target. My mouth flew open with shock, stars of anguish
exploded before my eyes, and my chest heaved in distress, while the agony
afflicting my abused testicles coursed through my body, and erupted in my brain,
when, with a cracking sound, the heavy leather end of the strap smashed into the
tender meat of my testicles. The agony afflicting my tormented balls was almost
too much for me to bear. After a few seconds of disbelief, a deep seated moan
erupted from my gaping throat, to be complimented by a shrill shriek of anguish
from my sister slave, no doubt brought about by the slash of the heavy strap
into the splayed open flesh of her moist pussy.
We both struggled to regain some semblance of control over our tormented senses.
Then managed, somehow, to respond to our barbarous torturers. "Thank you, Sir!
Thank you, Sir! Please Sir! Please, Sir! Harder, Sir! Harder, Sir!" We babbled
incoherently. The cruel footmen were only to happy to grant our pleas and the
vicious straps rose and fell on out suffering flesh with relentless brutality.
My fevered brain kept erupting in masochistic delight as the heavy leather
crashed unerringly into the swollen masses of my tender testicles. My squeals of
agony meshed with June's shrieks of anguish while her pussy was relentlessly
pounded, and both of our abject pleas, shrieked out in masochistic ecstasy, must
have been music to Master's ears.
I managed a glance at the seated dominant, and saw that his lovely, big penis
was finally fully erect again in his puppy's frantically sucking mouth. The
bizarre slave's arse cheeks were red and her pussy swollen and moist, but most
noticeable was the fact that her penis was strongly erect now that the heavy
strands of the whip were lashing into her tormented fork. On and on it went
without pity or respite. Our cries and pleas rang out in sobbing tortured
shrieks while we suffered and suffered.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I marveled at the sublime cruelty of Master. To
reduce us to so few permitted words, even as we suffered so horrifically was
truly malicious. Even as we squealed out the permitted exhortations, "Please,
Sir!", "Harder, Sir!", and "Thank you, Sir!" To our heartless torturers, that
other part of my mind was silently screeching other supplications like, "Oh
fabulous whip Master! You punish a slave's errant nuts so beautifully! Such
pain! Such suffering! I deserve it all! I yearn for it so badly! Make my
swinging nuts suffer more! Oh adored Master, your hog sings with delight at
being permitted to suffer so horendously for you. Your tormented hog, divine
Master, is dejected beyond belief because he has not been permitted to worship
your sacred testicles with his slave lips even as you are having his own slack
balls so exquisitely thrashed! Please wonderful whip Master, thrash this hog's
agonised nuts harder and more viciously! Smash my pills savagely! Batter my nuts
relentlessly! Make me suffer horendously! My celestial Master has decreed it be
so, and I long to suffer in adoration of him!"
The relentless punishment continued with ferocious cruelty. Tears poured down my
cheeks, and my battered testicles had swelled until they were almost twice their
normal size. The tormented bulbs stood out grotesquely from the base of my
pulsating, and achingly stiff lust stalk. I was immersed in sheer, solitary
happiness while Master's penis began to erupt in his sucking slave's eager
mouth. The hermaphrodite's throat gulped wildly as she swallowed his copious
issue. The punishment continued, unabated, until Master had completely emptied
his testicles into the slave's gulping mouth. Only then did he thrust her face
away, and the whipping ceased.
The footmen quickly released June and I from our bondage, and we knelt before
Master with our legs spread wide. Tears still trickled down our cheeks as Master
coldly surveyed us. I noted that the insides of June's svelte thighs were
drenched with sticky pussy juice. She had obviously climaxed under the whip. She
had never actually been able to control her wanton pussy under punishment, and I
was sometimes envious of her because of this. My own cock was achingly rigid,
and stood up from my crotch in lewd pride, while June's clitoris, while hugely
swollen from its ordeal, had iously softened some a little.
"Let that be a lesson to you, animals!" Master coldly stated. "I hope that you
now realise what is expected of you. When you are graciously permitted to
entertain your superiors with your obscene fantasies, not to mention your
relivings of the attentions I so benevolently grant you, you had better show
your gratitude by ensuring that you display depravity and wanton lechery of the
highest quality. Even the tiniest lapse in lasciviousness will be quickly, and
savagely punished" He then turned his attention to his personal slave.
"You, errant puppy, I've no doubt will be better schooled in your
responsibilities. If you err again I will have to consider removing you from the
duty of overseer to the pain animals. So beware!" Then as he made to dismiss us
from his presence, he noted, with a display of disdain. "I see that the bitch
has enjoyed her punishment more than she perhaps should have. Her gash looks as
if it's been gang raped for a day, rather than whipped for a half an hour, by
the amount of slut juice it's surrendered. Return the beasts to their cells, and
be sure to have the hog milked on the way, but not the bitch, she's had her fun
for today. You are now dismissed!"
Puppy attached dog leashes to our nose rings, and led us from the chamber. As
soon as we were out of earshot of Master, the little slave began to berate us.
"You will never, ever disgrace me like that again you ungrateful pigs! I'll make
you pay and pay if you even hint at not performing perfectly at all times. I'm
going to request that Master give me the power to have you punished from now on,
and believe me, you'll suffer if you don't please me in every respect!" I
shuddered as I moved along behind the hermaphrodite, walking in a slightly bow
legged fashion because my swollen testicles still erupted in pain whenever their
swollen masses brushed against my thighs.
"You, maid!" Puppy snapped to a maid that passed us, "Go and get a valet, I need
this hog's slug to be milked! Quickly, now. We'll wait here." The maid scampered
off, her ridiculously short skirt flying up revealing her gorgeous, plump bum
cheeks, and delicious little quim as she ran. We stopped and waited. About two
minutes later the maid returned with a valet in tow. "You, boy!" Puppy snapped,
"Bring the hog off! Then to the maid, "Girl, get the bitch's gash slug stiff,
but don't you dare bring her off!"
I threw my crotch forward to give free access to the young male who reached down
and grasped my aching penis in his gloved fist, my cheeks flushing with shame,
not only at having to offer my sex so humiliatingly to the boy, but also because
I realised that I longed to have it masturbated in public, to demonstrate my
helplessness. The boy began to efficiently masturbate my spasming penis with
cool indifference. My thighs were soon trembling with pleasure, and my
fabulously punished testicles surged with juice.
While the valet proficiently masturbated me the maid frigged June's growing
clitoris with equal impersonal arrogance, until it was achingly erect and
throbbed with arousal. She then stood back from the shuddering girl, and allowed
her to wallow in her frustration. After about three minutes of vigorous
masturbation my penis convulsed wildly, my belly quivered uncontrollably, and my
bursting testicles flexed wildly. I whimpered in ecstasy while huge streams of
creamy white semen gushed from the tip of my climaxing stalk. The power of my
climax shocked even me. The spurts of cock cream shot at least six feet out from
my erupting organ, and splashed almost audibly onto the highly polished floor.
My prick gushed six times with equal power before the strength of the spurts
ebbed away.
The boy efficiently stropped my softening cock until he was sure that he had
milked it of every last drop, then allowed it to escape his clasp. My chest
heaved as I panted to regain my breath following the intensity of my orgasm.
Puppy looked at me with a wicked grin on her face. She said with a leer as the
maid and valet retreated off down the corridor, "That was spectacular, hog. I'll
have to inform Master of how dramatically you slug spits after your trash bags
have been whipped. I'm sure he'll be most interested in such a display." She
then turned to June, whose thighs were still quivering with her renewed
stimulation. "Get down there, bitch, and clean up the hog's mess."
June's cheeks flushed crimson as she dropped to her knees and shuffled over to
where my cock cream had splashed down onto the floor. She leant forward, her
heavy breasts swaying sexily, and began to lap up my flood of semen. It took her
a couple of minutes before puppy was satisfied with the job she had done. She
then struggled to he feet and we continued on our way back to our quarters.
Puppy left us in our cell block, and we noted that the phone light was already
on. I can tell you the our tale of the punishment session we had just endured
was described to the listeners with sublime obscenity, and in graphic detail.
June and I tried to outdo each other in the lewd perverseness of our
descriptions. We were not to displease Master with our efforts in this endeavor
again.
Both June and I looked forward to the beginning of the next weekly period, that
of receiving members at the chateau. We longed to suffer for the dominants, to
entertain them with our pain and anguish, to amuse them with the sight of our
submissive nudity being punished for their delight. Even just the thought of it
made my locked up penis strain against its bondage as it struggled to stiffen in
response to my thoughts.
As it happened I was the first to be summoned. After being alerted by the cell
console my hearted pounded with eager anticipation, and delicious dread, while I
waited for a footman to collect me for my first ordeal.
The footman entered the cell block and let me out of my cell. He quickly
strapped my arms behind my back in bent arm bondage. He then, to my delight,
unlocked my penis. The organ, immediately stiffened until it arched, thick and
hot, up and out from my fork, in proud erection. He then strapped my testicles
at their base with a single strap that captured the base of my scrotum. When he
had finished my balls bulged nicely below the base of my stem. The footman
inspected his work, and when satisfied, attached a leash to my nose ring, and
led me from the block.
I walked along behind the rubber clad man, my mind thrilling to the
possibilities that awaited me. I was taken to one of the private rooms, and was
a little disappointed that I was not to be subjected to my torment with an
audience in attendance. However, on this occasion this was not to be. The
footman knocked on the door and was bad to enter. He opened the door and we
moved into the room.
Within the room were three people. A middle aged male chateau member dressed in
a kimono that hung open revealing his semi erect penis, A naked male slut whose
huge prick was fully erect, and a nude male whore whose penis was also fully
erect. The member lounged on a chaise while the two others stood one to either
side of him. The footman moved me into a position before the trio, then forced
me to my knees. I knelt in front of the member with my legs well spread, and my
stiff aching penis arching out lewdly towards him, and waited.
The Master tugged the whore down next to him and I watched with increasing
sexual excitement when the beautiful male whore's hand slipped into the Master's
crotch and began to caress his half limp penis. This went on for a few minutes,
and seemed to be having little effect, if any, on the Master's cock. Then the
dominant nodded imperceptibly to the standing slut. He moved subtly closer to me
and rutted his hips a little, and I noticed for the first time that his massive
sex pole glistened with oil. I, of course, instantly recognised the signal, and
my heart began to pound with sheer lust. The Master wanted to see me arse fucked
for his amusement! I was in heaven, especially as it was mandatory that my arse
had to be warmed up before it could be fucked.
I immediately shuffled over to the whip rack and selected a long cane which I
took between my teeth. I turned, and was surprised to see that the footman had
disappeared, then flushed hotly when I realised that this meant that the Master
was to cane my bottom for me. I waddled over to where he sat and deposited the
cane on the floor. I leant down and adoringly kissed his naked toes, then again
took the cane in my mouth, and rose to present the weapon to him. He took the
cane from my mouth and I turned away from him, bent my torso down, and offered
him the mounds of my smooth bottom cheeks.
"Please, Sir! Please, Sir!" I cried out in my need. I watched in the mirrored
wall as the dominant rose to his feet. The whore attending him slipped to his
knees and took the Master's penis deeply into his mouth and began to
passionately suck on the ropy organ. The Master raised the cane high, and
brought it flashing down towards its freely offered target. The cane cracked
into my flesh and I yelped involuntarily. Actually, the man had not used
anything like the force a footman would have used in that first stroke, and I
gasped out pleadingly, "Harder, Sir!" "Please, Sir!" "Harder, Sir!"
The next stroke was indeed delivered with much more force, and I sobbed with
pain as a line of fire erupted on my swaying bottom. The next four stokes were
all delivered with the same cruelty, and I sobbed out my gratitude and goaded
the man on with my pleas for more. When Master had finished, and I had received
all six strokes, he threw the cane down and resumed his seat, panting with the
effort he had expended. The whore's avid mouth remained on his penis as the male
knelt between the Master's wide flung legs. I took the cane between my teeth and
returned it to the rack. I then waddled back and knelt before the muscular slut.
I leant down and devotedly kissed his toes then reversed my body so that my rear
faced the seated Master. I leant down and raised my striped bottom high, the
cheeks widely split to bare my palpitating anal ring.
I peered back at the standing slut and cried out in lustful passion, "Please,
Sir!" "Please, Sir!" The muscular slut lifted one leg and threw it over my
kneeling nudity until he straddled my lewdly waving bottom. He the bent his
knees until his massive, arching penis was pointed unerringly at its waiting
target, my wildly grasping anal ring. A low moan managed to escape my lips when,
without any thought for my pleasure, or even my well being, the slut drove his
thick penis past my anus and deeply into my hot rectal chute.
The slut drove his hot, throbbing penis into my skewered arse until all of its
thick length had disappeared inside me, and my anal ring was stretched so widely
around the base of the mighty pole of male lust that I felt sure that my flesh
must tear. I was in heaven while I savoured the luscious sensation of having my
man cunt so fully, and utterly packed with hot, throbbing, virile penis. My arse
undulated wildly, as if it had a mind of its own, and the acute ache of the
initial penetration slowly but surely gave way to sublime wanton pleasure. I was
in the position I was born to be in, a slave being fucked by another slave,
purely for the entertainment of a supreme being. I wallowed in my exquisite
depravity with joy in my immaculately submissive heart.
The slut began to fuck my undulating arse with long, slow, full strokes, and I
sobbed with sheer delight while his massive penis plunged in and out of my
pleasure soaked arsehole. I glanced back between my quivering legs in time to
see the whore's mouth relinquish the Master's penis. It was now, finally, fully
erect. The whore then knelt down and presented his arsehole to the Master who
quickly plunged his hard penis into its welcoming depths, and began to
vigorously fuck the hot man cunt. On and on it went. My own prick throbbed and
pulsed with pleasure. My arse ring squeezed the plunging cock with joy, and my
heated hole massaged the stalk of virile lust with all the skill I possessed.
The Master came first, roaring with pleasure as he gushed his cream into the
whore's hot pit. Immediately after this the slut poured his hot juices into my
own wildly churning tunnel of depravity, bathing its convulsing walls in the
creamy issue. My ecstasy while this was occurring was such that I had to
concentrate hard to stop from disgracing myself by allowing my own throbbing
prick to soil the floor below it. I just shrieked with exquisite frustration
while my arse pit milked the gradually softening cock of every last drop it had
to give.
The slut tore his wilting cock from my arse and I knelt up and with infinite
care began to tongue it clean for him. My taste buds were flooded with the
pungent flavours of rectally seasoned cock cream, and my shame and humiliation
reached new and delightful heights. I lapped the thick cock until it shone with
my saliva, and was cleansed of every speck of evidence of our recent rutting.
When I was finished the prick was almost fully erect once again, and I marveled
at the slut's powers of recovery. I leant down and kissed his toes in gratitude
then gasped out "Thank you, Sir!" "Thank you, Sir"
By this time the whore was standing before the Master, who was busily engaged in
sucking his penis. I was initially surprised at this development, a dominant
actually sucking a slave, but then why not? If I got so much pleasure from
sucking penis, why shouldn't a Master? I watched while the whore's lovely penis
was passionately drained of its succulent juice, and felt a sense of
disappointment that it was that Master savouring the luscious cream, and not I.
Coincidentally, just as the Master completed his gorgeous repast, a footman
entered the room, as if by telepathy, and attached his leash to my nose ring,
and I was led out of the room, and back down to the cells. I crawled along
behind the rubber clad dominant, my penis remaining stiff and throbbing between
my mincing thighs.
When we arrived the footman efficiently softened my penis with an ever present
freezing rod, and re-locked it in bent chastity. He then released my hands and
left me to my own devices. I lay on my cot and rested for a while, only to be
aroused by the entry of June into the cell block. She was sobbing quietly, and I
could see that her beautiful breasts had been the subject of a severe whipping.
A female servant, clad in the inevitable rubber, came in almost at the same
time, and was soon busy soothing June's flayed breasts with a variety of healing
ointments. While the servant worked a light on our console, the one signifying
the requirement for a live phone sex session, began to blink. I was about to
respond to its summons when June signaled, insistently, that she would be the
one to handle it, and that she would do it alone. The look on her face showed me
that she was not going to brook any argument in the matter, so I went back to my
cot and settled down to listen to her debase herself in utter depravity, she
began:
'I have just returned from a session with a chateau member. I was collected by a
footman, who, after rendering my arms useless to me but not unlocking my cunt
rings, before leashing me, and led me from my cell. As I crawled along behind
the commanding footman, my heavy tits swinging to and fro, and my wanton arse
cheeks rolling lewdly, I had a bizarre feeling of aching disappointment brought
on by the realisation that my depraved cunt was not going to be used, and in
light of this, wondered what was actually going to happen. We went right to the
end of the long corridor, actually leaving the building. I, with dreadful
anticipation, was led into an alcove named the 'Garden of Punishment'.
Waiting there was one chateau member, a woman of middle age, attended by two of
the male harlots. The two harlots were nude, as usual, and both sported
gorgeous, erect pricks. The Mistress was still almost fully dressed, although
her big soft breasts hung out of her top, and were being caressed and suckled
tenderly by the two harlots. I watched as the tongues of the sexual minions
tenderly teased and stimulated the swollen nipples of the woman. I was on my
knees with thighs wide spread, lewdly displaying my locked up cunt, and
patiently waiting to be used.
The Dominatrix stared at me with cold cruel eyes, while the whores tongued her
nipples. From time to time she would reach down to one of their erect cocks and
swipe a glob of precum off its tip with a finger, then she would pull the
whore's mouth from her nipple, and erotically paint the hard nubbin with the
sticky fluid, then allow him to take it back into his mouth. This seemed to go
on for ages before the woman finally tired of it.
'Prepare the bitch!" Her voice snapped out loudly, bringing me back to reality
with a thud. The footman, who must have remained in the alcove behind me, came
back into view. He crossed the small clearing to a small, partially hidden,
conveniently placed shed and went into its interior through a small door. When
he emerged from the shed he carried two items that made my heart leap with
fright. In his right hand he held what appeared to be a short pole which had a
kind of bizarre set of glassless goggles made of metal welded to one end. The
two circles of metal each had a small lever in the centre of its lower curve,
and a similar lever, but much larger, was attached to the pole itself, just
below the two metal circles. In his other hand the footman held a whip with many
strands, each about four feet long, and tipped with a tiny steel ball a quarter
of an inch in diameter. There were at least twenty of these strands dropping
away from a handle that was only about a foot long, and was molded into a pistol
grip to assist in maintaining purchase on the weapon when it was swung.
The footman stopped in the centre of the small clearing and dropped the whip
down onto the carefully tended grass. He then raised the pole up and inserted it
into a conveniently placed hole in the ground, and about two feet of its length
disappeared from view, leaving the rest of the pole standing upright, with its
metal circles in a vertical position. When he was satisfied the footman beckoned
to me to join him. I struggled to my feet awkwardly, given that I didn't have
the use of hands or arms to assist in maintaining balance, then walked over to
the rubber clad man with a growing sense of trepidation. As soon as I was in
range, the footman roughly grabbed me and dragged me to him, and thrust me back
down onto my knees in front of the pole, then maneuvered my kneeling nudity
until my thrusting tits were centered in each of the metal circles.
The efficient footman then reached down and fed one full, heavy tit through each
of the circles. Once he was sure that each tit was fully drawn through its
circle, and the metal rings pressed firmly into my chest at the bases of my
tits, he began to work the two levers on the circles up and down vigorously.
This caused the circles to slowly contract, the metal bands biting deeply into
my soft flesh. He continued to work the levers until I was whimpering with hurt,
because, by this time, the rings had shrunk grotesquely, and captured my flesh
so tightly that it began to hurt me terribly. My tits were swelling larger and
larger the tighter the rings were closed, until they began to resemble large
balloons of reddening meat, and their smooth, creamy skin was stretched as taut
as a drum. My teats also swelled fabulously, and began to ache and ache.
Finally the footman was satisfied, and I stared down at my aching tits, so
swollen and red, in utter anguish. I then looked up to see the two male whores
busily removing the Donimatrix's outer clothing. The woman would have been at
least forty years old, but obviously looked after herself physically for her
body was quite fit, and well proportioned. Her breasts were large, but I already
knew this from seeing them earlier. Her waist was a little thick, enclosed as it
was in a leather half corset, and her thighs were full and round. A forest of
crinkley hair struggled to conceal a prominent pussy nestling between those
statuesque thighs, and the thatch glistened with tiny drops of moisture that
betrayed the woman's sexual arousal.
As soon as the whores had finished the sadistic Dominatrix walked over to where
I knelt, so grotesquely captured. The footman handed her the vicious whip. The
woman stared down into my wide eyes with a cruel smirk, then commanded, "Take
care of the bitch's legs, then raise her up so that I can get at her fat,
obscene udders with this little beauty!" She finished, brandishing the evil whip
sadistically. The footman knelt behind me and quickly and efficiently cuffed my
ankles together, then attached these cuffs to the straps binding my wrists.
The footman then stood up and reached down to the lever on the side of the pole.
My heart pounded with terror, and ever growing masochistic lust, for I had
already guessed what was going to happen. The footman worked the lever up and
down with muscular vigor, and I felt my body, almost imperceptibly begin to
rise. All the pressure was being transmitted to my aching, grotesquely trapped
tits, and I began to moan in pain.
My moans were soon transformed into wails of sheer agony when my knees finally
lost contact with the grass, and my nudity was fully suspended by my trapped
tits. The pain was extraordinary. I had never felt anything like it in my life.
How could my tender tits take my weight without being torn off, and it was being
made so much more agonising for me because they were also so horribly tormented
by the tight rings that trapped then so hideously. The footman continued to work
the lever, and my body slowly rose, until my tear filled eyes were staring
straight into those of the brutal Domatrix, and my squeals of anguish were
almost continuous and utterly heartrending.
The cruel sadist stood there smirking at my squawking, suffering nudity, waiting
for me to regain some sort of control over myself. My fevered brain knew what my
duty was, and my masochistic soul longed to have me fulfill it, but the agony
was too great for me to be able to respond accordingly for a couple more
agonising minutes. While stars of sheer agony exploded before my eyes began to
dim slightly, I finally gathered enough control to trust myself to attempt to
utter the expected pleas to my cruel tormentor.
"Please, Madam! Please, Madam!" I almost screeched in my fabulous anguish,
"Please, madam! Please, Madam!" The Mistress laughed with glee at my abject
pleas, and swung the whip back behind her. The two male harlots knelt at the
woman's feet, one behind her, and the other in front. The one behind her gently
spread her voluptuous buttocks apart and slipped his face between them. His lips
and tongue were soon busily pleasuring her anal ring. The whore in front of her
buried his handsome face in her hairy crotch, and his talented tongue was soon
passionately sucking at her drooling pussy.
The sadistic Mistress brought the whip flashing towards my pain soaked tits with
all the force she could muster. My scream of shock and agony reverberated around
the clearing when the myriad of steel balls smashed into my tautly packed
udders. The pain was fabulous! The agony that consumed me was unearthly in its
sheer intensity! My mouth gaped wide in utter shock with the fading echo of my
scream of anguish. The Mistress brought the whip down again, and fresh surges of
agony consumed me utterly, and I howled out my suffering in a fit of masochistic
ecstasy.
"Harder, Madam! Harder, Madam! Harder, Madam!" I squawked in impeccable
masochistic euphoria. Some how managing to respond to my misery in the only
manner available to me, to beg and plead that it be made even more fabulously
horrendous. The brutal Dominatrix was, of course, delighted to accede to my
appeal, and the vicious whip sliced my suffering udders with unerring accuracy,
and without a shred of mercy. Stroke after barbaric stroke lashed the pain
filled globes without let up. The whipping sadist was obviously elated with the
excitement her brutality engendered, and whipped and whipped, with obvious
sadistic delight, her own big soft breasts flopping about wildly as a result of
her pitiless efforts.
Both male whores found that they were now having to use their hands to ensure
that the targets of their passionately sucking mouths could be kept available,
and they sucked the sadist for her pleasure with single minded devotion. The
Mistress whipped and whipped, shrieking with sadistic delight, tinged, by this
time, with the burgeoning of her own pleasure being inexorably drawn from her by
the talented harlots.
My brain was so attuned to my suffering by the time the Mistress was brought to
her shattering orgasm, that I existed solely in my own world of pure, immaculate
masochistic obsession. My locked up cunt literally poured with my juices, which
dripped down onto the grass below my splayed open crotch. My entire being was
pain! My pounding heart yearned for my agony to continue forever! My mind soared
into masochistic paradise and hovered there in flawless ecstasy! It could not
stop, my brain shrieked as yet another savage stroke sliced into my tight
udders! It must not stop my servile soul squealed as the steel balls smashed my
tits yet again! Surely this was my perpetual fate, to be tit whipped for
eternity, my submissive heart pleaded!
While these thoughts fought to dominate my consciousness, the whores finally
sent my tormentor to her own pleasure ecstasy. As soon as her orgasm consumed
her, the Mistress dropped her whip and reached down to the head of the whore
drinking at her spasming pussy, and ground his face into her convulsing sex in
sheer rapture. The harlot at her rear had literally torn her fleshy bottom
cheeks apart, and his long tongue was passionately plunging in and out of her
fabulously stimulated anus.
My own brain, driven insane with suffering, was silently screeching, "Don't
stop! Whip my tits more! Why have you stopped! Please! Please! Whip my tits
again! Whip them Harder! Whip tits! Whip tits! Please! Please!" It was not to
be, however, and the three of them collapsed to the grass in total exhaustion,
leaving me still hanging by my battered tits.
If the Dominatrix was utterly exhausted and totally sated, her two harlots were
not, except, perhaps for their tongues, for their lovely pricks were still as
stiff as steel, and arched out lewdly from their smooth hairless crotches. "Fuck
me, my little whores, back and front, while I watch the tit whipped bitch
hanging there wallow in her suffering!"
"Thank you, Madam! Thank you, Madam!" I sobbed while watching the penises of the
whores slide easily into the Mistress's soaked pussy and anus. The intensity of
my shuddering ebbed slowly while the Mistress enjoyed her slow, sensuous fucks.
The skilled whores were single minded in re-awaking the Mistress' desire, then
building her up to another shattering climax. I hung quietly by my horribly
abused udders, now beginning to go numb, and basked in the after glow of my
misery. The Mistress was brought to her peak, then forced over it by her slave
lovers, and she cried out her pleasure while her pussy exploded yet again. Her
lovers continued to languidly ply her pussy and anal holes while she slowly came
down from her sexual high, then withdrew their still rampant penises. I marveled
at their control, wondering how they managed not to orgasm themselves under such
erotic circumstances.
The Mistress called out to the footman, "Take the bitch away, I've finished with
her carcass!" Then turned her attention back to the whores she lay between. She
reached down into their crotches and cupped their swollen balls in her hands,
and sighed with pleasure, "Clever little sluts, saving all this luscious juice
up for me to savour. You first," She said to the whore who had pleasured her
arse, then bent down and swallowed the entire length of his hot, hard penis into
her voracious mouth.
I whimpered quietly while the footman lowered my hanging nudity until my knees
were again firmly on the ground. The cruel Mistress' sucking grew in passion as
the whore's penis began to reach climax, while the footman was releasing my
fabulously punished tits from the metal rings. The heavy udders flopped down on
my chest, and began to ache with returning feeling while he was returning the
bizarre pole and vicious whip to the shed. I watched the Mistress' throat
convulse while she swallowed the spurting issue of the whore's climaxing penis.
When she had drained it completely dry, she glanced over to my kneeling nudity,
and commented wryly, "Just look at the state of that bitch's raunchy cunt. It
looks like its been dipped in treacle. Next time, bitch, I'll attend to that fat
drooling cunt for you! You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She asked, mockingly as
she was lowering her mouth to the second whore's stiff, arching penis.
"Please, Madam! Please, Madam!" I sobbed out while I watched her eager mouth
engulf the beautiful penis, right down to its thick root. She used one hand to
squeeze the harlot's swollen balls while her other insistently tugged and pulled
at the softened prick of the whore she had already drained. The footman
returned, untied my ankles and removed the cuffs, then dragged me to my feet by
my bound arms, attached the leash to my nose ring, and led my from the clearing,
leaving the trio to continue to indulge themselves in their depraved sexual
games.
While I was led back to my cell I contemplated the terrific ache that had begun
to permeate my whipped tits, and wondered at the horrific suffering such tender
and sensitive mounds were capable of absorbing. My masochistic soul yearned for
more of the same, and my heart soared with submissive happiness when I realised
that more of the same was my fate for the rest of my life!
The light on the console, coincidentally, stopped flashing just as June had
finished her tale of sadistic punishment. The maid had finished treating her
soft tits by this time, and the beautiful mounds had returned to something like
their normal appearance. Her eyes still shone with masochistic delight as she no
doubt, still reveled in the memory of her recent ordeal.
Master's little puppy suddenly swept into the room, attended by a footman, a
handsome young valet, and a cute little maid. The footman quickly unlocked our
sexes, and bound up our arms, and we were led from our cell block.
We found ourselves in a large entertainment room standing, spread legged, before
a half a dozen chateau members who lounged around on easy chairs to watch the
show that was to be put on for them. My cheeks were flushing furiously with
shame, but my penis was rock hard, and arched out towards the seated dominants
proudly. The young valet stood next to me, and the pretty maid, of course, next
to June. On a signal from puppy, both reached into our groins.
The maid began to efficiently frig Junes throbbing clitoris, while the valet
grasped my pulsing stem and began to masturbate my penis with quick, full
strokes. June and I just stood there in our acute shame and embarrassment while
the two servants masturbated us towards orgasm with impersonal proficiency. Soon
my thighs had begun to tremble, and my lean belly to quiver as my orgasm
approached. June, too, was showing clear evidence of rapidly approaching climax.
The audience watched with glee, reveling in our humiliation, but also extremely
erotically excited by the depravity of the lewd spectacle they were enjoying.
It's so delightfully humiliating to be used so lasciviously for the
entertainment of your betters, I thought, my scarlet cheeks burning with shame.
Suddenly my throbbing penis convulsed wildly, and a huge stream of pale cream
spurted from its flaring tip. It took all of my considerable self control not to
squeal out my pleasure while stream after stream of hot semen gushed from my
pulsating prick, and splashed down on the polished wooden floor in front of me.
The valet stropped my spasming penis with cool efficiency until he had squeezed
every last drop of my lust from it. I stood there, gasping for breath, as did
June, and expected to be led from the room now that the members had witnessed
the lewd spectacle of my shameful climax. Instead, a fresh pair of servants were
ushered in, and it all began over again. The gloved hand grasping my still
strongly erect penis stroked again it with the same detached vigour, the
slightly softened testicles at its base were now bouncing perceptibly at its
base. June had, by this time, been brought off a half a dozen times, and her
soft inner thighs were drenched with her cunt juice, and there was even a slight
pool of her sex elixir forming on the floor below her convulsing cunt.
Even as my penis had again begun to gush its lewd pleasure for the amusement of
our audience I found myself aching with jealously that me, a male, was not
capable of the sort of prolonged sexual outpouring that my sister was. My penis
was again drained completely, and to my shock yet another pair of servants were
brought in to masturbate us. After this second climax my penis had softened
significantly, and my testicles flopped around empty between my wide spread
thighs with the vigor of the impersonal masturbation. It took the valet at least
five minutes of constant stropping to get my penis fully erect again, then his
seemingly tireless wrist snapped back and forth rhythmically, as he coaxed yet
another climax from the sated pole of sexual lust.
My outpouring was so diminished when the valet finally succeeded in bringing me
off again that I felt a deep sense of shame and degradation at not being able to
treat the watchers to the same display of wanton depravity that had accompanied
the first two climaxes that had been extracted from my submissive penis. After
this orgasm had run its full course we were led from the room, and I was almost
grateful, for my drained testicles were utterly sated, and ached terribly from
over indulgence. June too appeared to be utterly drained.
We were led back to our cell block. Servants quickly and efficiently bathed our
exhausted bodies, and, after our sexes had been locked up we were chained to our
cots, and allowed to sleep. I can tell you, I didn't take long to be in the land
of nod after that day's experiences, and I dreamt of scenes of pain and
suffering, and depraved sexual excess for hour after hour, as I always did, if
the truth be known. So ended a typical, well not really typical, for there is
never anything like characteristic days for us at the chateau.
