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The
story of sissyslave gunnarsub
Prelude ghofme@t-online.de
I often dream to get enslaved
by SUPERIORS who are more than eager to dominate and humiliate males, SUPERIORS
who force me into unlimited obedience and especially also force me into ways of
acting opposite to my normal behaviour, acting in a way I never would be
prepared to under normal circumstances. The driving factor behind this urgent
wish is humiliation. Already the thought that I might be forced to do something
most humiliating against my own will, with no possibility to resist due to
chains or other complete dependency at the mercy of my SUPERIORS, turns me on.
My SUPERIORS should made it known to all their friends that I am a
slave and slut, by nature they should be cruel, wicked, sadistic, evil, merciless,
mean, and by no means fair. Just to give examples, they should
·
keep
me permanently naked and locked in heavy chains, manacles, cuffs, and collar
dedicating me fully at their mercy,
·
collar me with a steel collar that by no means can be
removed and that clearly identifies me as cocksucking sissyslut gunnarsub,
·
keep me locked in a steel, inescapable chastitybelt
and then make me really horny but deny me any satisfaction as long as they
like,
·
force me to obey them without any restriction and even
offer me as a victim to their friends and let them have their cruel fun with
me,
·
humiliate me in front of all their friends and in public. There
should be no limitation in humiliating me, obedience to even the most
humiliating orders should be enforced without mercy, and orders never taken
back,
·
enjoy tormenting me just for their pleasure, and make
it difficult for me to perform up to their satisfaction,
·
under penalty of most severe whippings never allow me
so speak without their prior explicit request,
·
document my humiliation in a comprehensive collection
of videos and pics and make it clear to me that they will share this
documentation with all those people knowing me should I ever try to escape from
staying as their slave and slut, and
·
Last but not least completely deny me to make use of a
safeword.
If I do not
meet their high demands, they should punish me cruelly by means of severe
whippings, torture, or other appropriate means. If my SUPERIORS so like, punishment might be out of any proportion.
After being whipped and tortured without mercy I should be forced to re-execute
the order concerned to their complete satisfaction. My SUPERIORS may also ask their friends to whip me until I cry for
mercy.
But let the story begin ...
It all started
when I decided to publish some of my dreams in an ad and to post the following
message in one of the respective Yahoo BDSM groups:
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Slave available for
weekend sessions Hi to all who like to have a
"virgin" at their mercy. |
Actually, being
straight, for the purpose of humiliation I wanted to put myself into a
situation where some gays would have me at their mercy, humiliate me and I
would have no choice but to obey them. I imagined that they would force me to
lick their boots and perhaps some of them might go one step further and tell me
to suck them. Whereas I liked the idea of licking their boots, for sure, I
would not be prepared to suck any of them. The charm of uncertainty what would
happen then, that I would have no more control over my fate, that they might
force me into obedience, the inherent humiliaton of the whole scene were the
driving force for placing my ad.
The response
was poor. Apart from a professional MISTRESS for on-line training and
humiliation there was no reply at all. So eventually I decided to answer that
MISTRESS and soon thereafter I entered into a special agreement with her. For a
reasonable monthly fee she accepted to give assignments to me as her sissy
slave. Since amongst others I especially also wanted to be forced to obey doing
humiliating things against my will, I furnished her with my full real name,
address, and phone, as well as with a series of pics showing me in a most
compromising fashion.
In addition, I
disclosed to her my then Yahoo password and we agreed that she would change the
password and thus prevent that I could make any changes to my homepage, where
–as you can check- is stored compromising documentation about me as a slave. There
is a pic on the homepage from which I can be clearly identified and some others
show me in most compromising situations.
Moreover, I
furnished her with the password to The Slave Register where I am
registered as a slave 000-713-150 and she changed my password, meaning that I cannot
prevent her from displaying there, too, my full name, address, compromising
pictures, and disgusting information unless I do not obey all her orders.
Last, but not
least, I even provided her with the mail address of my boss and we agreed that
she would send him a mail disclosing the link to my homepage and to the site
where I am registered as slave, advising him to go there and find some most
interesting information on one of his employees if I failed to obey her orders
during the initial 6 months period of our agreement.
With other
words, we had agreed she would blackmail me unless I obeyed all her
assignments. I was now receiving mails from her with instructions on what she
expected me to do next. When I entered the agreement I had presumed that my
cyber MISTRESS couldn't check to what extent I followed her orders but that
turned out to be a crucial failure.
Before even the
first online session she sent me a mail ordering me to buy a Logitech Quick Cam
and advising me that she would supervise our on-line sessions with the help of my Logitech cam,
thus controlling to what extent I comply with her orders. She also requested me
to be online the next evening at
She
kept me waiting for some 15 minutes but then suddenly, I got her first message
“Strip!” Following her order half a minute later I could watch myself naked on
the screen. I had hoped that She would also switch on her webcam but to my
disappointment she didn`t. She ordered me to display myself from all sides
watched me for some 5 minutes and then told me to put on a bra and to take a 5
min video using the Quick Capture mode and to send her this video as a file
through Yahoo messenger.
Her
instructions were clear, I had to introduce myself as slave and slut gunnarsub
but add my real name, address and telephone number, I had to claim that I seek
training as a sissy, and more or less the contents of my Yahoo posting. Then I
had to turn around, spread my globes, and show them towards the webcam and to
state that my ass would be at the disposal of everybody.
Making the
video even turned me on. Although I was aware that the video was clearly
identifying me in most humiliating positions and sending it would provide my
online MISTRESS with even more utmost compromising material about me, I sent
it. Without any comment she closed the session.
The
session had excited me so I started wanking and soon cummed. Although this was
not a tough session for me thereafter I realized that now I had delivered
myself even more at her mercy.
According
to e-mail instructions I received from her I had to purchase panties, bras, garter belt, and
stockings at a local boutique, and to wear them under my clothes not only at
home, but also in public. I had to put these undies on during our sessions and
to file her many pics taken by my webcam. She forced me to suck a dildo and to
fuck myself with it; again I had to document everything and to file it to her.
During
the next session she made it clear
to me that now I was a helpless sissy, that I would would be under her
control, that I would have no more chance to escape her training. She ordered me to wear women's
underwear not only here and then, but at any time. Going outside, I had to wear
crotchless panties, garter belts, nylon stockings and bras under my normal
shirt and pants. Futhermore, she ordered me to
wear lipstick and lipliner in my apartment and to practice walking steadily in
high heels.
She ordered me to try on a lipstick at a
boutique, what I did not do, and to wet myself in public, what I did since I
had to take photos with my digital camera for evidence.
To some extent I took it lenient and that was the next mistake I made.
She caught me when she had ordered me one evening to go fully dressed as
a sissy to a leather fetish bar in Frankfurt called The Stall, a homo outlet at Stiftsstrasse 22, next to metro station An der Hauptwache. As this time
she had not ordered me to show evidence with photos and at the same time I was
too ashamed to go there since MISTRESS had ordered me not to take any male
piece of clothing with me. Nevertheless, during our next online session I
claimed that I would have been there what actually was not true.
She went on asking for details, so I just built up a story also telling
her how embarassed I felt.
Then suddenly she said that she felt I wouldn´t
have been there. I insisted but then she told me that she had phoned that place and checked. She even gave me the tel. number +49/ 069- 29 18 80 of The Stall. I did not
answer. “You will regret that, slut” with these words she closed the session.
As everybody can imagine I had a terrible night. The day after I got the following
mail:
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Slut, I am angry that you
have not followed my instructions and I told you that you would regret that.
You will get a last chance. If you miss it I will stick to our agreement, you
know what that means. You have one week to find a gay in that leather bar The
Stall in Additionally, you
must get proof of having done this. Have someone take pictures showing you
sucking him, identifying you with his cock in your mouth, and pictures with
his cum on your face. I want at least 10 pictures. I know that the pictures
have to be shot by a third person but how you arrange that is your problem. When you have 10
pictures, mail them to me. And you
better have them still by Saturday night as otherwise I will disclose your
name, address and a picture of yourself in your slave register and unless I
receive the pics by Wednesday next week your boss will get in touch with you
on that. And from now onwards
you will begin to use the name 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' in all
conversations, correspondence, and messages you will have to post. Your Mistress |
It was
Wednesday evening and I was shocked. My first thought was to write her back and
cancel our agreement, but got aware that this wouldn´t
work. So I mailed my Mistress not to insist – but in vain. She even got angry
and answered that there was no way out and that she now would consider
aggravating my duties.
I had been
trapped, realising that I wanted be forced to do things I do not like to do, now there was no more way out.
Finally, on
Friday evening I decided to go for it. I dressed as sluttish as I could, black
leather trousers with a prominent zip on the ass, black bra under white
t-shirt, put 3" high heels and a rain coat on and went by train to The Stall. As I checked myself in the mirror, I saw a sissy with
beard in sissy clothing, looking like a crossdressing
slut in search of a trick. I got to The Stall at about
After all, it
wouldn't help to hide, in the opposite I was hoping someone would approach me
and I wouldn't have to propose strangers to blow them, prostituting me and facing
rejections that can go along with that. Gradually, the bar crowded with mostly
muscular leather gays and I felt everything else than comfortable.
I had been
sitting there about 45 minutes when a guy came over and sat opposite me at the
table and asked, "What is a sissy like you doing in a place like
this?" It was such a cliché, I couldn't help but
smile as I replied, "What all sissies look for at such places. May be I am
looking for somebody."
"And may
be you have found somebody."
I blushed and
introduced myself as 'Sissy gunnarsub, cocksucking
slut' and he asked me what I was here to find. Instead of answering I just
reached in my purse and handed him a printout of the mail my MISTRESS had sent
me. The only other things in my purse were my digital camera, my keys, and some
money.
He read the
mail several times and then smiled, "So have you sucked many cocks,
gunnarsub?"
"No, never
so far but there's a first time for everything," I said trying to sound
convincing.
"Yes there
is, indeed, there is. Do you have a room we can go to?" I blushed,
definitely I couldn´t take this guy not to my
apartment "I hadn't thought of that, sorry."
"Well, it
takes some time to learn to become a slut, I suppose. Let me say goodbye to my
friends and I'll meet you in the parking lot."
His name was
Marcel and he was an athletic built guy with blonde hair and about 6'2"
tall. If I was going to have to suck a cock for my Mistress at least I hadn't
had to suck off some fat slob, so I was feeling pretty lucky as I finished my
drink and went out to the parking lot to wait for Marcel. He came out and
escorted me to his BMW and we drove to his apartment in the outskirts of
After we had
entered, he told me "Since I am the customer and you are the slut, you
have to do what I tell you, right?" "Yes, Sir," I replied,
getting into character.
He took off my
shirt and cuffed my hands behind my back. This was the moment when I crossed
the Rubicon. I reminded him of the pics I needed. “Don´t
worry,” was all he said. In this moment I realised that there was another guy
entering the room with a video cam in his hands. Marcel gave me a piece of
paper and ordered to read its content at high voice. It read:
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This
one is slave and slut gunnarsub. This
one should be fucked or, even better, raped …whenever his Master commands …wherever his
Master commands …in any way his Master commands, and …by whomever his Master commands. |
Reluctantly, I
read it. Marcel slapped me in the face and commanded me to repeat it in the way
a slave does. Thinking of the pics I needed I did it. Then Marcel pulled down
my trousers right to my ankles presenting myself in a rather ridiculous way.
The other guy had recorded the whole scene. Only a minute later I was on my
knees, he opened his zip and a half erected cock appeared. He then pulled his
cock out of his pants and rested it on my lower lip. "Beg me to make you a
cock sucking slut, gunnarsub."
"Please
Sir, please let me suck your cock, let me be your slut."
As I hesitated he gripped my hair and forced his cock into my face.
"Suck me, slut." As I still hesitated he again slapped me in the face
and so I started to lick. I had
never tasted another man's cum before, very rarely my own, thus I practically
stopped licking again. Without saying a word Marcel left the room
but returned only seconds later approaching me from behind. He forced something
metallic into my mouth, and strapped it hehind my neck. "This is a
whitehead gag, slut", he said. "It is used to
hold the mouth open during surgery when access to the mouth is needed." He laughed.
With this device I have the capability to ratchet your mouth open as far as I
want." With that he began turning the ratchet, and my mouth
began opening.
Soon I was powerless offering
my wide opened mouth. His cock grew and then he forced it into my mouth. Tears
in my eyes I started sucking. "Fucking little slut! You call that
cocksucking? I'll whip you if you don´t do a better job!" It didn’t make me horny at all but I finished the job
and he cummed partly into my mouth and on my face. I
just was not able to swallow his cum and spit it on the ground. “Lick my cum from the floor, slut.” I wanted to protest but again
Marcel slapped me into the face and told me that I would have to regret
spitting out his cum. I tried to lick his cum from the floor but just couldn´t. He kicked me in the ass and I fell with my face
in his cum. He continued kicking me in the ass, shouting again that I I would have to regret spitting out his cum.
I didn’t dare
say anything and they pushed me towards the entrance door still with my
trousers down at my ankles. There Marcel unlocked the cuffs, they pushed me out
of the door with a kick in the ass, and then the door was closed. A second
later it opened again but only to throw out my shirt and my coat.
My way back
home was like in a dream. Although I immediately cleaned my face with a tissue
I still feel like having the taste of his cum in my mouth. I had performed a
blowjob for somebody I don’t know, I did not have the pics requested, and now
even fear what these two guys might do with the video recorded. The only good
thing is that they do not know my name.
In the next online session I
informed my MISTRESS about the whole
story. As I did not have the proof documented by the 10 pics, at first, she
insisted that I had to find another “customer” in The
Stall. But then she decided that I
would have to go back to this gay couple and get properly trained as a slut. Furthermore,
as I did not have the pics my MISTRESS
told me that I will have to get a tattoo between my cock and my navel, marking
me with 5 cm high bold letters as slave and to show evidence to her by webcam
during our next session.
For
sure, I had to avoid being marked as a slut on my upper arms since this would
have meant that within short time somebody would detect these tattoos. Being
marked as slave was bad enough, however, the region
above my dick was at least more “private”.
So I decided to be on the safe side and ensure that the poll would be at
my favour. My proposal was the following:
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I should have
to report back to this guy Marcel and ask him and his friend to train me as
their slut during a series of sessions. During all sessions I should be kept
naked and in chains and get whipped immediately if they are not satisfied
with my performance. My training should be most humiliating and recorded in
pics and videos for the perusal of my MISTRESS. They should
chain me to the ceiling with my hands cuffed above my head and my feed spread
by a bar. Then they should whip me until I beg them to fuck me and to lick
their boots. I should not only be forced to provide blowjobs to Marcel and
his friend, but have to keep their cum in my mouth
as long as they wish and subsequently swallow it. I know that
becoming a slut means to have to prostitute myself. Therefore I am prepared
to be put at the disposal of other gays under the condition that they use condoms
when I have to service them. They might be furnished, too, with the right to
whip me and punish me without mercy it I do not comply with all their orders. slave and slut
gunnarsub |
Fortunately, the members of that
ntcweb forum voted the poll in my favour, so my
MISTRESS dropped the request to be marked as a gay slut on my upper arms. But
she told me that she likes the proposals made by members of that ntcweb forum suggesting that I should not only be
trained as a slut but recommending that I am forced to offer my ass for money,
but for not more than one buck.
Another member stated that „Sucking cock and
swallowing cum is something a sissy does. A sissy will take up the ass if
that’s what the Domme wants. A sissy will also be the
cleanup girl for a Domme after she had sex with her
stud, if that is what she wants. Perhaps she needs to get you used to this concept.“
A late entry of another member requested “I think you should have cocksucker tattooed on your lips in
bright red so you can only hide it by wearing lipstick“.
Now I know what my MISTRESS could do to me if I do
not obey her. I should state once more that I am a straight guy, I am neither
gay, nor bi, and definitely I am not a sissy. I never in my life had any sexual
contact so far with another male. The only kick
for me is the humiliation. What I could imagine to do if forced is to lick the cum out of my MISTRESS right after she had sex with her
lover. I do not like to suck the cock of this guy Marcel nor do I want to be
fucked by another male. But now it is too late, I do not have the choice
anymore but put myself at the disposal of Marcel and his friend. I will have to
do it as my MISTRESS reassured me that she will do what I had asked her, namely
to publish all the documentation in her hands what I have to avoid under all
means. The only thing I take comfort from is that it is for a limited number of
sessions only, and definitely I will not extend the contractual initial 6
months period with my MISTRESS.
How wrong I was.
...
…
My MISTRESS
now ordered me to report to Marcel on next Friday evening and to stay there
until Sunday evening for my initial training.
The training itself ought to be as outlined and my MISTRESS told me that there will be definitely a
number of sessions to follow.
She ordered me to ask Marcel to mail her at least 20 pics right during
my initial training session and told me that she would discuss further details
of my training directly with Marcel. Furthernore, she ordered me that from today onwards I would
have to carry with me at any time a pair of steel cuffs, a heavy steel collar
and a leash, a butt plug, lubricant and at least a dozen condoms in a pink ladies
handbag.
I was definitely anxious of what was going to happen. As ordered by
my MISTRESS, on Friday evening I was
on the way to report to Marcel. Actually, I did not have a phone number of
Marcel but only his name and address. When I arrived at the apartment building
where he was living I kept watching it for more than one hour as I just did not
dare enter. I was so desperate and miserable as I knew that I had no other
alternative than to submit to this gay who even had treated me like shit when
we met the first time and who had threatened that I would regret to having
swallowed his cum.
Trembling of shame I finally was standing in front of the apartment door
and rang the bell. But instead of him or his friend a giant black guy whom I
did not know opened the door and asked me not unfriendly what I wanted. I asked
for Marcel but was told that he was not at home. It was a strange situation and
I did not know what to do.
It was as I had a lump in my throat. So I said that that I was here for
a job to do and that I wanted to talk with Marcel about it. He simply asked me
for what job. For a moment I thought to tell him that I would come back again
the next day, but then it came to my mind that my MISTRESS had ordered me to report to Marcel today and I did not
want to risk failing to obey Her order again. I got to understand that I was
trapped. I always had dreamt to get humiliated but this was no dream, this was
bitter reality. I did not have an alternative, I had to stay.
The black giant asked me to enter and repeated his question for what
job. As I hesitated to answer he went out of the room and I thought perhaps he
would phone Marcel. But instead of that the guy returned with a pile of papers
in his right hand, looked at me and then threw the papers on the floor. I blushed, the papers were pics showing me blowing Marcel.
They had not only documented my humiliation but even shared it with others.
I wanted to pick up the photos but the black guy took hold of me and
cuffed my hands behind my back. He asked again for what job. So I said that
somebody had sent me to offer myself for training to become a slut for gays. He
laughed, but didn’t answer and I felt like a crab in boiling water.
Still without a comment he put a rope around my neck, fixed it to a hook
on the wall, and left the room without saying anything further. Now I was
caught.
After what seemed to be ages the door opened again and Marcel and his
friend who had taken the video entered. Marcel said “So you want us to train
you as a slut. Do you know what that means for you?“
At low voice I started to explain my situation, that I was fully in the
power of my MISTRESS, that She had all this confidential and compromising
information, and that I was ordered to ask him and his friend to train me as
their slut during a series of sessions, naked and being kept in chains and that
I should getting whipped immediately if they are not satisfied with my
performance.
Coolly, Marcel stated that he would be prepared to look into my
proposal, but only at his terms. He unfastened me from the wall and unlocked my
cuffs. „You have to make up your mind now! You still have the chance to leave,
but then do it now and never come back. If you like to
stay, there will be no way out, we won’t let you out
as our slave ever again.
There are 3 simple and basic rules:
§
You will obey any order at any time and any place, and
we will motivate you with the whip that you will always give more than your
best in the way you perform.
§
Under no circumstances you are allowed to speak
without being spoken to.
§
We will ensure that you will experience a hell of
humiliation and pain as a slut.
And be assured that we will break you whether or not we are satisfied
with your performance. But if you fail to comply you will be whipped and
tortured in a way that is beyond your imagination. Is that understood? Now
leave, or strip and become our slave.“
I was caught.
There was no way out since I could not afford to leave as that would have meant
for sure that my homepage with my full real name, address, and phone would be
disclosed, the slave contract be published, and a mail sent to my boss. So I
started to strip. A couple of minutes later I was cuffed again, but now being
nude.
Marcel´s friend opened my ladies´ handbag. They laughed when
they saw it’s contents. He took the heavy steel
collar, showed it to Marcel and stated „Have a look,
the padlock cannot be accessed by any tool. That means the collar cannot be
removed without the key. Why not use a padlock of ours and avoid that there any
reserve key may be still with our slave.“ Marcel
laughed and said „Great idea. I think our slave has got a problem already now.
How will he remove the collar without our help?” And his friend continued “Our
slave will have to show us where he lives and to tell us his real name, as on
Sunday the collar will be removed only
at his home.“ Marcel smiled and added „Not only
that, we will remove it only if we are furnished with the same rights and
information as his MISTRESS and his
boss will get a mail right away unless our slave shows up for the next
session.“ I started trembling when the collar was closed around my neck. Things
were going into a direction I had not been expecting and had completely gone
out of my control.
I pleaded not to do that, offering do everything if they did not deprive
me of my identity. Marcel slapped me in
the face and icily remarked „You were not asked for your comments. You are not
allowed to talk without being asked. We will show you what it entails to break
a basic rule. You will be caned without mercy.”
They gagged me, fixed my hands to a chain dangling from the ceiling and
locked my legs in a spreader bar. Then Marcel ordered me to expose my ass to
the cane. Although I obeyed I suddenly felt a most painful stinging whip on my
shoulders. The pain was almost unbearable. Marcel told me that this strike was
not going to be counted as it should only support to use more efforts to expose
my ass to the cane. With tears in my eyes I tried to stretch out and expose my
ass even more to the cane. The strike on my ass caused pain like hell. As a
result my whole body swung forward. Again the order from Marcel “Expose your
ass to the cane.“
I do not know how I survived the next half an hour. This was not the
pain I like, this was torture I could not stand. They
caned me in a way I never had been experiencing before and I was not in a
position to stop them. I swept and cried but there was no mercy and I began to
understand what they meant with breaking me and that they might force me into a
level of slavery I never had anticipated.
When it was over, Marcel told me „Never speak again without being
requested to do so, slave.“ Then he pointed on his
boots. „Lick them clean, slave, and do a good job or the whipping will continue.“ I think I never had been licking boots in such a servile
manor before.
"We are
going to make you our sissy slave girl! From now on, you will only wear
stockings and -girdle under your clothes, but no panties. This will remind you
of who is in control and what you are. We will check that regularly. You will
serve us like a little slave slut whenever and wherever we want. You will do
whatever we tell you, whenever we tell you. You will be sissy slave girl, is
that clear, slave?" As this was obviously a question directly addressed to
me I answered „Yes, Master Marcel.“ Marcel smiled. „Be assured, slut,
that you will not only learn to offer your ass to all my friends but also to do
your utmost to strech out your ass to the whip.“
Francis, this is the name of Marcel´s friend,
brought me some water in a bowl and put it on the floor. I was glad because I
was now really thirsty. With my hands cuffed on the back, I kneeled and tried
to put my mouth into the water.
In this very moment he pissed over my head, my hair got wet and part of
the pee dropped into the bowl, the rest on the floor. I knew that there was no
alternative than to empty the bowl what I did. When I wanted to rise again, I
realised that Marcel had recorded everything, so they wanted to expand their
documentation on my slavery. Then Francis ordered me to lick all the drops of
pee from the floor. My aching ass reminded me that it would be better to obey
immediately and I heard them laughing. But it came even worse when Marcel said:
„Your training will never end again. We will keep you as our slave and
slut."
Francis then chained me to the floor in a way that I could lift my head
only for about one foot. He placed a footstool in the centre of the room and
put a PC on it in such a manor that I was facing the computer screen. Then
Francis started the computer. Images of naked, bound men flashed on the screen
for a few seconds and then changed. Several pictures went by and then I saw a
video of a man kneeling, completely nude, and sucking a dick. And then it hit
me - the man on the video was me! Then there was a slide show of pics. Francis
had recorded pictures showing me in most embarrassing situations and … there
was another one… and another... and another…! I always wanted to become a
slave, now I knew had become one, but with no way out.
In this position I was kept for the night.
...
…
On Saturday early morning I was told that Marcel and Francis had agreed
upon with my MISTRESS that I would get belted with a Latowksi
type chastitybelt for an unspecified period with Marcel as keyholder. I had to go by train to "Nordbogge".
Nordbogge is the name of the small train station
nearest Mario Latowski, the manufacturer of the high
quality steel Latowski chastity belt. The steel
collar was left around my neck, but fortunately I was allowed to wear a
sweater, so that the collar was almost not visible.
Mario Latowski lives in a small, rural
village. He had me put on a "sports dress" which was an outfit that a
wrestler might wear. Mario selected a chastity belt designed to measure the
customer and the silicone chamber for my penis. The fitting took about half an
hour and I was told that an invoice would be mailed to me and that a bank
transfer of the money would be fine. The finished belt would be sent by courier
mail to Marcel a couple of weeks later.
I took the train back and when I returned to Marcel´s
apartment in the evening not only Marcel and Francis were there, but also the
giant black I had met the day before and another black guy with the body of a
bodybuilder. I was ordered to strip, got my hands cuffed on the back and then
Marcel holding the camera in his hands explained to me that I should animate
their two guests. If I managed that one of them fucked me while blowing the
other I would escape from a severe whipping, otherwise I first would get
whipped and subsequently get fucked...
Knowing that
speaking would entail a severe whipping anyhow I dropped on my knees, crawled
over to them and started obsequiously licking the boots of the first guy. But
he lifted his foot, and, when I followed with my tongue, pushed me to the
ground.
Lying on my
back I continued licking his boots. With the corner of my eye I saw Marcel
videoing the scene and I knew that already now they had more than enough
material to blackmail me and that I had no more an alternative but to serve
them indefinitely as their slave. I really tried hard to make the two guys
horny thus providing Francis with most compromising film material but in vain.
After some 10 minutes Francis decided that I should get motivated for better
performance.
Shortly thereafter I was standing naked in a room in the basement, my
arms stretched to either side above my head, my hands cuffed and attached to
the ceiling. I was stretched to the point, so that only the tiptoes of my bare
feet touched the cold basement floor, thus displayed and exposed to the whip.
They also cuffed my ankles, then with icy voice Francis hold my chin and said
„slave, I can assure you that you will learn to do an outstanding job as a
slut“. Then he addressed the two giant queer
blacks and asked them whether they wanted to lash me. One of the two had
already a cane in his hands and was stroking his horrible instrument of pain as
he stood at the place where the chains were dangling from the ceiling. The huge
bulge in his black leather jock shorts indicated an enormous erection. Now I
knew that they would not only enjoy whipping me but it made them horny. I knew that the more sexually excited they
became, the more they would make me suffer.
After only a few lashes hitting hard across the cheeks of my ass, I screamed
out loud. " N N NO Mercy No NO more Oh god, oh God, stop it please. Please have
mercy, please have mercy on me please, what do you want. I'll do everything."
"Beg me to fuck you like a dog, and the whipping will stop" the one black
told me. "P please, I'll do everything, please everything you
want I'll do everything for ever, but no more please, no more. I can't stand
the pain. Pleeeease, Sir, fuck me, rape me, do
anything but please, please, stop the cane."
"Now, beg me to share you later on with all our friends, beg that
they all will fuck you and you avoid this bull whip." "No, no, God please don’t let your
friends know. I cannot afford that more people know that I am a slave. Please,
Sir fuck me, but please, please let your friends out" I wailed. He took the bullwhip again. "You were supposed to be quiet, I’m not
sure you know
what you want to do. " "Please NOOO" I wailed. He let me have a lash across my ass. I thought I would rip my arms off as I jerked
against the restraints. "Want another?" he asked.
I just sobbed.
Another lash, this one a little lower across the top of my thighs.
Another blood curdling scream.
"Now, do you want me to stop?" he asked me. "Yes" I barely choked out. "Good, now ask me to fuck you and then
tell my friends" he told me. I
didn’t answer, just sobbed. The cruel lash was brought up again and again on my
back and on my ass. I bellowed like a wild animal and jerked convulsively. I
was almost mad because of the pain, my naked body was
dripping with agony sweat. My screams were hoarse now after all that screaming
for mercy. The black queer again swung the cruel whip down on my back, ass, and
thighs. He gave me another series of lashes.
I started crying again "N not again, nn nooo EEEEEIIIIIAAAA ARRRRRAGAGG aarrrriiiiaaaa
no more please, no more.."
"Is there something you want to ask me?" he said. I sobbed, and then said "Please,
Sir, fuck me and then share me later on with your friends, I will beg them that
they all will fuck me." He put down the
whip and said "Good, you’ve made the right decision."
Later
that night they locked me into a pillar fixing my head and exposing my ass.
They told me that I would be allowed to plea them not to stop fucking me or
they would continue whipping me. I knew that I had no alternative, so I begged
them to make me their slut. I told them that I needed to eat cum and that I
also needed cum up my ass. Eventually, they penetrated me simultaneously from
both sides and this kept on for ages. But for me even worse, Francis had recorded
the whole evening with his video camera.
...
...
On Sunday morning Marcel released me from my chains, threw my trousers,
t-shirt as well as the ladies handbag on me and told me that we would be
leaving for my place. He had not given me my shoes and while I still wondered,
Marcel threw a pair of lady boots with high heels in front of my feet
requesting to put them on. Still collared with the massive steel collar around
my neck I knew that I had no other choice than to take them to my home
otherwise the steel collar would stay, which I could not afford as I had to go
to the office the other day.
Then I saw how Francis took a rubber full with cum from a chest of
drawers, he made a knot in it and ordered me to open
my mouth. Francis stuffed the rubber into my mouth and threatened "You will
keep this rubber in your mouth until I tell you to take it out. I do not joke,
slut. You would regret dropping it, I assure you." Red like a boiled crab
I obeyed.
Instead of going to Marcel´s car Francis told me that I would have to
learn to present myself as a whore in public and that therefore walking to my
apartment would be a good exercise.
Walking for almost one hour two steps in front of Marcel and Francis in
my high heels, carrying the pink ladies´ handbag in my arm, and forced to keep
my crammed full mouth shut was a humiliating exercise and even more so when
we came closer to my apartment.
Fortunately, none of my neighbours seemed to have seen us.
When we finally had arrived and entered my apartment my wrists were
cuffed again behind my back. Without saying a word Marcel seized the key and
put it into his jacket. It was obvious that he would not return the key to me.
Looking around Francis took a bowl and put it in front of me. "Spit the
rubber in the bowl, slut." I did as requested, spitting out not only the
rubber but also all the saliva along with it, relieved in view of that
permission. Francis took a pair of scissors, cut the rubber and poored the cum
into the bowl, eventually leeting also the rubber drop into it. "Lick the
bowl clean, slut! " Being humiliated in my own apartment I obeyed.
Now Marcel and Francis knew my address, they demanded me to give them my
telephone and mobile number and got it. Then Francis saw my PC. He switched it
on and the request for my password appeared. I had to disclose it. Even that
was humiliating since the password I use is the same
in all cases, namely “sklave3”.
When they checked my "Own Files" they detected not only all the gay
and femdom pics I had downloaded from the net, the
Yahoo groups in which I am a member, and my comprehensive homepage, but also
all my private and business e-mail addresses, and last but not least the slave
contract which I had concluded with my MISTRESS and a folder with all my
personal details and wishes as a slave. They copied everything and mailed it to
their address. I was fully at their mercy and I knew that they had got me at my
balls.
Reading the slave contract
Marcel decided to make a series of amendments, had it printed twice and then ordered
my to sign both copies, immediately comparing my signature with my signature on
other documents. He took both signed copies and told me that I would need none,
since I could still read the amended contract in my PC. Obviously, now they had
another piece of evidence that I had become their slave for ever.
Francis unlocked my steel
collar and the cuffs and then they left. Right at the entrance door Marcel
turned back once more and said „Slut, tomorrow morning you will go and buy
another mobile phone. Tomorrow by
And you will register
yourself as slave and slut gunnarsub in Queerit, we will look there for customers for
you and make it known that you are a whore in need of rough treatment.
Introduce yourself as a slave seeking utmost humiliation and offer all members
there that you wish to lick their boots, to suck their cocks, and that
they make you their slut. And tell them that you need to get whipped every day. I
will check this evening that you have done that. And slut, you will post there photos displaying yourself as the sissy you are! All OF THEM SHOWING YOUR FACE, SLUT!
By the way, you talked about
a series of sessions when you asked us to train you as a slut. I have good news
for you, slut, we are prepared to extend your training.
A series of sessions should do to train
you as a slut, but according to the slave contract, as we have worded it now,
we are obliged to keep you as our
slave even after you are properly trained and you have become a slut.
We have amended the Slave
Contract to run for a period to 5 years and, if we so decide, may be forever. Unfortunately,
at least for you, we are used to stick to every word of contracts. So be sure,
we will meet this obligation“.
They left laughing ...
I was in tears, helpless and perplexed, and even more down when I read
the slave contract as outlined below:
SLAVE CONTRACT
Whereas Dr. Gxxxxxx Hxxxxxxxxx,
born on xxxx xx, 1947 in xxxxxx/Germany
and known as slave gunnarsub, thereafter called "The SLAVE" has
agreed to give up voluntarily all rights, personal and legal, in order to
become the property of The OWNER and whereas Marcel G. thereafter called
"The OWNER" has accepted ownership over The SLAVE, the purpose of
this Slave Contract is to codify and enforce the property rights of the OWNER
over the SLAVE. These property rights are total and absolute, The OWNER shall
be entitled to all rights implied by the term “Ownership” over The SLAVE, and
The SLAVE, as property, shall have no rights whatsoever, either explicitly
stated, or by implication. Now, Following the initiative and firm wish of
The SLAVE, both parties agree as follows: The SLAVE agrees to submit completely to The OWNER in all ways. There
are no boundaries of place, time, or situation in which The SLAVE may
wilfully refuse to obey any order of The OWNER without risking most severe
punishment. The SLAVE will never be given the option to act on this own
desire, but will be trained to complete obedience by a combination of
systematic humiliation and punishment. The SLAVE will be on duty 24 hours a day,
7 days a week all over the year without any leisure time for The SLAVE,
independent from whether The OWNER is present. By way of return The OWNER undertakes to humiliate, harass, torture
and punish The SLAVE without any mercy up to and even beyond the limits by
means of sadistic and mean orders and permanent obligations, The OWNER agrees
to invent continuously new torments and cruelties which The SLAVE will have
to endure, and to enforce compliance by most severe punishment and torment. In particular, The OWNER consents to punish The SLAVE mercilessly at
least as severe as announced, and under no circumstances diminish a
punishment threatened in the case of no immediate compliance, lack of
performance, or poor performance. The OWNER, however, has every right to
enlarge any punishment in any way He likes. It is being agreed explicitly
that punishment may even be out of all proportion with regard to the
misbehaviour of The SLAVE. It is up to the sole discretion of The OWNER to decide whether there
is a case of no immediate compliance, lack of performance, or poor
performance. In the opposite, such decision holds true even if not valid at
all. Similarly, any allegation of no immediate compliance or lack of performance
if claimed by anyone is to be taken as given. The SLAVE does not have the
right to argue even the falsest allegation resulting in a severe punishment. The OWNER may ask other Mistresses or Masters to execute any
punishment imposed on the slave. Furthermore, The OWNER consents to ensure that all orders for The
SLAVE will be extremely mean and humiliating, forcing The SLAVE to do things,
or do them in a way he never would be prepared to do under normal
circumstances. The SLAVE will be permanently locked in a steel chastity belt. It is
fully at the discretion of The OWNER to deny any sexual relief to The SLAVE
as long as He likes, The SLAVE does not have any right for it. However, if in
rare cases He considers that, The OWNER will take care that sexual relief for
The SLAVE is combined with extreme pain and utmost humiliation and might even
be stopped just before orgasm, be it while enforced wanking,
be it while The SLAVE gets fucked by The OWNER or one of his friends. On the other hand, for the pleasure of The OWNER or one of his male or
female friends it is The SLAVE´s duty to lick or
suck them at any time. Alike, at any time The OWNER can do The SLAVE or ask
one of His male or female friends to rape him. In any case, there will be
severe punishment if The SLAVE´s performance is not
absolutely satisfying, even when being raped. The OWNER will have male and female lovers and He may vest them with
the right to give orders to The SLAVE and punish him according to their
caprice. The OWNER will take as long as necessary to train The SLAVE. Training
will be harsh, and will by no means be fair. Such training will be delivered
by The OWNER or by other Femdoms or Masters. The
SLAVE may also be sent to a slave training camp for a documented most severe
treatment regime. The OWNER will take videos and photos showing The SLAVE in most
humiliating situations. It is up to His sole discretion to publish them in
the internet, or in sex magazines or videos which are available in sex shops.
These pictures or videotapes become the sole property of The OWNER at the
time the pictures or videotapes are taken. While The SLAVE would prefer to
keep these pictures or videotapes private, The SLAVE understands that they
are not his property and The OWNER may do with them whatever He likes. The slave may see The OWNER only from time to time,
and he is never allowed to contact Him. He will let The SLAVE know when He
needs him. The OWNER may loan The SLAVE at any time to any other person. Further,
He may charge for The SLAVE´s slut services in any
way He chooses. Any money or other
negotiable earned in this manner or any other is the sole property of The
OWNER. The terms and conditions of this Slave Contract may be
modified and supplemented at any time at the sole discretion of OWNER in
whatever way He likes. The OWNER will ask friends and also people in the
internet for proposals to aggravate the Slave Contract especially with regard
to further humiliation of The SLAVE, and implement such proposals without
scruple.
This Slave Contract will be concluded for an initial period of 5 years
and subsequently will continue for an indefinite period of time up to the
rest of the life of The SLAVE, if not terminated by The OWNER. The SLAVE has no right to terminate this Slave Contract. In order to
avoid that The SLAVE may consider escaping from his obligations it is agreed
upon that The OWNER will flush down the toilet the only key of The SLAVE´s chastity belt, if there is any attempt to stay
off from the contractual obligations of this Slave Contract. One copy of the Slave Contract will be deposited with a notary in a
sealed envelope with the obligation for the notary to open it and -before
returning it at the request of any party- mail it to a distribution list
including The SLAVE´s boss and relatives. It is agreed upon that this will materialise automatically, should The
OWNER decide to terminate the contract, or on request of the The OWNER should The SLAVE consider escaping from his
obligations. Additional copies will remain with the The
OWNER and the witnesses. There will be no copy for The SLAVE, as there will
be no way for The SLAVE to argue against any rule or regulation of this Slave
Contract. However, instead of terminating this Slave Contract, The OWNER has the
right to transfer all rights of this Slave Contract to any other person, if
he so wishes, without asking The SLAVE. By means of a simple transfer
document this person will then become The OWNER. Rules for The SLAVE
Without any exception all rules apply to all
situations and locations at any given time, may it be when only The OWNER is
present, may it be in the presence of other people or in the public. There will be absolutely no safeword for The SLAVE. The SLAVE shall speak only when being asked or when
The OWNER gives permission. If being address by somebody else, The SLAVE will
wait whether The OWNER instructs him to answer with the words „answer,
slave“. The SLAVE shall address The OWNER as
"MASTER" His male friends as “SIR” and His female friends as “MISTRESS”
at all times and any place. In the presence of other people The SLAVE will
address The OWNER at a voice level that it can be clearly understood in what
way The SLAVE has to address The OWNER. The OWNER will never address The
SLAVE in another way than as “slave” or as “slut”, and he will ensure that
all his male and female friends will do the same. The OWNER shall tattoo, brand, or mark the slave on any body part and
in any way he so desires. Purpose of such tattoo, brand, or mark should be
the permanent humiliation of The Slave. The Slave will not use the toilet without permission of The OWNER.
Privacy should not be assumed. The OWNER will frequently order The SLAVE to
pee on the floor in front of others and then order him to clean the mass with
his tongue. Indoors The SLAVE will always be completely nude
apart form his chastity belt and his steel collar. If The SLAVE is on duty
outdoors The SLAVE will always wear what The OWNER determines to be the
appropriate attire for any given situation. This may
be as little as the chastity belt and slave collar, even in public. The fact
that this may cause The SLAVE embarrassment is of no concern. The OWNER may
command “Strip!”, at which point The SLAVE must stop
wherever it is, and immediately strip himself of all clothing on the spot.
Whether completely nude, clothed in a revealing or humiliating outfit, or
fully dressed, The SLAVE will always make every part of his body available to
The OWNER at any time, displaying and exposing the demanded area within easy
reach of The OWNER, and following all spoken commands as to the display and
exposure of its body for any and every purpose. The SLAVE will never touch its penis, scrotum, anus or nipples without
The OWNER's permission. They are for His enjoyment
only, not The SLAVE´s. The SLAVE will always strive to extend his limits
to new heights, so that The OWNER can be increasingly proud of His property. The Slave shall live by the rule that everything is
forbidden which is not explicitly permitted or authorised. Affidavit I, the undersigned Dr. Gxxxxxx Hxxxxxxxxx, known as slave gunnarsub, certify that I am
58 years old, that I am not physically or mentally impaired by influence of
any drugs, including alcohol, or other reason where I do not know what I am
doing and am legally and mentally competent to contract in my own name. I am
signing this document of my own free will, without coercion or pressure of
any kind. No one has made any promises, guarantees, warranties, or offered threats
or inducements of any kind to get me to sign this Slave Contract. I hereby totally submit to The OWNER without limit and without
reservation. With full understanding of the meanings and implications of this
Slave Contract, I specifically desire and request The OWNER to force me to
comply if necessary, using any means at The OWNER ´s disposal without any
limit. I specifically request and authorise The OWNER to use force to compel
my obedience, and I specifically request and authorise The OWNER to ignore
anything I may say or do what might in any way be considered a refusal or
retraction on my part. I do want The OWNER to enforce His orders by
punishment without limitation, by making me to do whatever He wants
done. I do want that, as one method of
discipline, I will get whipped, lashed, or caned. I do want the whippings to
hurt and accept that they may leave permanent marks on my body. The OWNER may
punish me either for a lapse in my behaviour, for a completely arbitrary
reason, or just for His enjoyment, amusement, or gratification. I understand that the Sixteenth Amendment prohibits slavery and
involuntary servitude. Nevertheless,
for my own purposes, I desire to become and to be a slave. I am signing this Slave Contract in an
attempt to affect that status. I
specifically request the courts, the law and government not to interfere. I consider any attempt by an outside authority
to limit in any way The OWNER's rights and
prerogatives under this Slave Contract to be an unwarranted interference with
my constitutional right to privacy. I
am of legal age and I am legally an adult who knows what he is doing. I specifically want this. In the strongest language I request the
government not to
"protect" me from the consequences of this decision. I give up any and all rights of any kind and description. I
specifically waive any and all protection in law or equity, any
constitutional rights or protections, and any other rule or regulation that
would in any way prevent The OWNER from having total control over every
aspect of my life. I desire to be placed in a position where I CANNOT change my
mind. Recognising that a government
may not allow a totally irrevocable contract, no matter how much I want one,
I agree to the following clause, which makes it extremely difficult to break
this Contract. This Slave Contract is irrevocable except as provided for in this
paragraph only. Furthermore, I hereby execute an unconditional, unlimited,
irrevocable, assignable Model Release in favour of The OWNER covering all
pictures, films, video, audio, public performance, and recordings of me of
any kind, whether true to life or manipulated in any fashion, and all
associated material, including promotional, either factual or fictional. I
waive all rights to inspect the products before or after use and waive my
claims for embarrassment or mental distress specifically and all other claims
of any sort generally. I consent that such material may be sold with all
revenues due to The OWNER, or distributed free of charges, or put into the
internet at public display. I accept and even request that The OWNER destroys immediately the only
key of my chastity belt while I am locked in it, should I ever dare ask The
OWNER for his consent to cancel this Slave Contract. This would clearly leave
me forever locked in the chastity belt, with no possibility at all to remove
it ever again. Last, but not least, I accept that the OWNER may freely trade this Slave Contract to anyone at any time and I will continue to abide by the
terms therein. By my signature below, I acknowledge that I have read, understand, and
agree to abide by the rules of this Slave Contract. Of my own free will, as
of July 25. 2004 Dr. Gxxxxxx Hxxxxxxxxx ………………………………………………… (Dr. Gxxxxxx Hxxxxxxxxx)
Accepting this Slave Contract and obliging myself that I will under no circumstances give consent to
cancel it, but do everything to enforce execution by the use of punishment as
outlined above.
Furthermore, I oblige myself to destroy immediately the
only key of the chastity belt, if The SLAVE dared to request to have this
Contract cancelled at any time. As of
July 25. 2004 Marcel G. ……………………………………………………….
(Marcel G.)
The parties also want to have a witness who is
prepared to testify about the circumstances under which the Slave Contract
was concluded and that the Slave Contract was entered into voluntarily,
consensual, and without coercion or force. I, being present during the act of signing this Slave Contract,
witness that The SLAVE has eagerly entered this Contract at his free will and
that he has confirmed to each of us that he has initiated compiling this
Slave Contract himself. I furthermore confirm that the OWNER has not put any
pressure on The SLAVE to this Slave Contract and to renounce all rights as a
human being.
Signature of Witness
July 25. 2004 Francis
S.
…………………………………………………….
(Francis S.) |
It was obvious, I did not have a choice, thus I
registered myself as slave and slut gunnarsub in Queerit, offering my body and my ass for use
by all group members of that webring.
A few weeks later. The Latowski belt had arrived. Marcel had locked my wrists to
chains dangling from the ceiling and my ankles widespread to bolts on the
ground. Taking all the pieces of the steel chastity belt from a cupboard,
Marcel explains „There are two locks but one key fits to both of them. And
there are three identical keys that fit. Key number one is with a lawyer who
has also one original of the slave contract in a sealed envelope. You don't
need to know about that. It's a sort of insurance policy. If things go wrong
between us, he's got enough information about you to ensure you will regret it
up to the end of your life.
"Key
number two is with Francis and number three with me. So easy."
With a flick of his wrist, he clicks on a hidden light switch and spotlighted
the steel and chrome masterpiece. "I have modified the Latowski
belt just a bit. Oh, don't get me wrong, it's a wonderful design, but I want to
absolutely assure permanence to it. Even this chastity belt might be defeated
by cutting or filing, although I doubt that in a Latowski
belt this works. But just to be on the safe side I have modified the belt to
provide an absolute "secure" protection and I am sure you will like
it.
Well, I have added a more permanent accessory to prevent tampering.
Embedded within the front part of the belt is a high tensile steel pin neatly
positioned above the cock. The entire system is
balanced under high tension and would be triggered by cutting or grinding of
the belt in any way. Any unauthorised tampering and...." SNAP! In a fast
flash, a razor sharp steel pin perforates the cock. "There is no way to
open the belt without the proper key. I am quite sure it would be extremely
painful if somebody tried. Ingenious isn't it? I can do nothing but stare in
speechless horror at the devilish device.
Marcel skilfully adjusts the belt fitting one piece into another.
"You are quite safe, as long as you don't try to get free, slave.
Finished! Now you will never be able to touch your cock again. But on the other
hand you are in the position to offer us your ass at any time". This
shocks me even more that having the belt placed on me.
There would be no release for me for quite some time. Over the next few
months, I will become very attentive to Marcel's and Francis´ needs. The
devilish pin within the belt stops all my attempts to get relief. This chastity
belt was the best tool to avoid that I ever again would be able to escape from
being their slave and slut.
...
...
A few days have passed. I had started learning to live
with a chastity belt on. In the beginning I had thought that everybody would
detect that I was belted. But the Latowski belt is
not visible under normal clothing, at least not when standing or walking. When
sitting the Latowski belt is not that comfortable and
at work I had to be very careful in order to avoid that one of my colleagues
would get suspicious. I just had left the office when Marcel called me on the
mobile. Fortunately, nobody was around when I answered 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock
sucking slut'. Marcel ordered me to come immediately to his place where instead
of a hallo he told me:
“Take the phone
and dial this number. When somebody answers, just say who
you are and that your ass and your body would be entirely at his
disposal." I looked sharply at Marcel and think "I can't say
that!" but do not dare speak.
I picked
up the phone and dialed. "Hello?" A deep, male voice. I hesitated, briefly. 'This is
gunnarsub, " I said, my voice slightly tremulous, "and my ass and my
body are entirely at your disposal." For several seconds there was
silence. "If he asks you questions" Marcel murmured
"Just answer 'Yes, Sir' or 'No, Sir'." I nodded.
You're gunnarsub, the guy with the chastity
belt?" the voice of that man again. I hezitated, shocked that
obviously a lot of people already knew that I was locked in a chastity belt.
"Yes, Sir" I at last responded. "And you know me?"
"No, Sir" I replied. "But you like to offer your body and your
ass to people whom you don’t know?" "Not really, Sir." "But
you like to get fucked by people whom you don’t know?" I did not know what
to answer, so I said again "Not really, Sir."
Marcel suddenly took a riding crop and I got a stinging lash on my back.
"You haven't quite grasped your situation yet, slave, have you? "Either you apologise for your rudeness, or you
subject yourself to fifty strokes with this crop and ring this number again in
an hour's time. Choose. "
Marcel continued "Call him and tell him how sorry you are. Repeat
that your ass and your body are entirely at his disposal."
"Hello?" That deep voice again. "Hello, Sir. This is
gunnarsub again. I've been ordered to tell you how much I regret my rudeness in
not admitting how much like to get fucked by everybody and, too, by people whom
I don’t know". I paused. He said nothing. "I really am most sorry for
my grossly impolite behaviour, Sir. Please forgive me, Sir!"
His answer was
like a choc for me. „You will have to learn that a slave never ever has the
right to state that he does not like something. Even worse, you are not only a
slave but a slut. And a slut mostly gets fucked by people whom he doesn’t know.
And secondly, you were ordered to introduce yourself as 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock
sucking slut' in all conversations, what you have not done. I will ask Marcel
that you will get severely punished for that matter of disobedience.“
Only a few
minutes later I was for the second time naked in that room in the basement
which was equipped like a mediaeval torture chamber, spread eagled locked up in
a pillory, and unable to move. My chastity belt was removed and alligator
clamps with weights attached put on my nipples, ass and shoulders exposed for
whipping. Marcel and Francis lashed me without mercy,
then left the room keeping me locked in the pillory. After some time they came
back and asked me again, ignoring all my pleas for mercy. In this position I
was kept and the lashing continued with breaks in between up to
Several
times I was also raped by Marcel and Francis and I was even glad about that
since during this time I was not lashed.
With the experience of that evening, instantly learning the consequences
of disobedience I knew that now I would accept even prostituting myself. And they gave me
10 Golden Rules in writing:
10 Golden
Rules for slave and slut gunnarsub
1.
The slave has
no rights, only obligations. 2.
The Masters
have all rights and no obligations. 3.
The slave is
just another object for use when and how it may please them. 4.
The Masters
need no excuse to torture the slave. 5.
The Masters
enforcing corporal punishment must use all their force, since the slave
always shows more pain than he is really suffering. 6.
The Masters
take pleasure on making the slave suffer, the more pain for the slave the
more pleasure for the Masters. 7.
After using
the slave for intimate and sexual pleasure the Masters should immediately
torture him. 8.
In presence of
the Masters the slave should always be kneeling, head down, unless they
commands differently. 9.
The slave must
not speak unless so ordered by the Masters. 10.
Even when not
needed, the slave should always wear some form of body restraint, in order to
be constantly reminded of his submission to the Masters. |
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„Today
we are going to have a party and the centre of attraction will be you. Today
you will be gangbanged, slave,“ Marcel told me instead
of a welcome at our next session. Having me stripped to my chastity belt he
cuffed my left wrist to my left ankle and my right wrist to my right ankle,
forcing me in a bent position and offering my ass. He locked the steel collar
around my neck, and fixed a leash to it pulling me to the living room. In there
were some eight men, Francis and the two black giants who had fucked me already
during my first session. The others I did not know. From the way they were
looking at me I got that it would not be an easy day for me. Marcel told me
that I would have to suck off all these well hung gentlemen and get them in my
ass as many times as they could manage. I would not be allowed to cum and was
even not able to achieve an erection due to my chastity belt.
To start I had to greet all
guests by licking their boots exposing my ass prominently with the opening in
the chastity belt to the others. Then Francis forced me on my knees, put
crocodile clamps with weights on my nipples, and cuffed my wrists behind my
back. „Remember that we
will whip and torture you without mercy unless we are satisfied with your
performance or if you fail to comply. Is that understood?" Marcel threatened and continued „and
you will swallow all cum. Do not dare spit it out, slut."
Some of the cocks I blew until they cummed,
others stick their cock in getting it ready for fucking me. My nipples ached
terribly as the weights started moving when they stuffed me from both sides.
When one of them was done, the next gay took over and that was repeated until
all had finished.
Slut“, Marcel
stopped me right in my movement, „may I ask you to do me a favour?“ This was a rhetorical question with no answer expected
and I did not dare answer. „I would like you to remember this great day and
share it with other people, too. By next Friday, you will get a tattoo on your
back right above the chastity belt stating in bold letters Marcel was here on the left
side, many others too on the right
side and in between an arrow pointing downwards to
your asshole. Everybody will understand what that means and treat you as
what you are, namely a slut. On next Friday we will check“.
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Getting the
tattoo was most embarrassing, I did not only have to
explain what I was after but had to display also my chastity belt to the guy in
there. Contrarily to the first time when I had got the tattoo there marking me
as slave below my navel, the shop owner rejected when I wanted to pay cash but
insisted that I paid by credit card, thus getting my full name. But he was
still not satisfied and wanted to see my passport as well, claiming that this
would be their paying policy. I knew that I would meet this guy from the tattoo
shop soon again.
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End
of part one
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