painslut part 2

Chapter 7

Mistress informed me we would be eating a very nice meal,
sharing the same well prepared delicacies. During the course of the meal I
would be instructed to perform certain tasks, and certain things would be
done to me. You will be given simple direction, and as usual are not to
speak unless directed to do so.
First I must ask if you have ever done anything with another
man that could in any way be considered a sexual act? Except for the
fantasies similar to tonight’s activities my answer was a definite, no.
Mistress nodded to Missy, and again I was slapped.
“Though you are unaware of how, you just lied to me. Take a
look around the room. You have just passionately kissed four men.” I was
shocked to say the least, despite the fact that Missy had told me that
Mistress specialized in feminizing men. All four of these “girls” would
turn heads upon entering any room. Should you become one of us, you will
look no less the woman than these girls within a year. The girls get to
take care of some of my lovers when I’m busy, or just don’t have an
appetite for what they wish to do.

Please turn in your chair and face Missy. Unnoticed by me, she
had dropped her skirt and I was facing a raging hard-on. Go ahead slave,
your first test is in front of you.
No matter how much you prepare yourself, a man’s cock dangling
in the face of a person who is 100% heterosexual is never a pleasant
sight. Knowing this was probably to be one of my easier tasks tonight, I
slowly inched my mouth over Missy’s throbbing tool. Unexpectedly, she
backed up and slapped me. Have you never gotten a blow job in your life.
It is a rare occasion that Mistress Carla allows this to be enjoined by a
slave. Not get to work and show me how you would like to be treated.
And I did, licking, sucking, using my tongue and lightly
massaging his/her balls soon had Missy moaning with pleasure. But Mistress
clapped her hands and Missy backed away before she was able to come.
Better my dear slave, but anybody that proclaims to want to be a slave
would do that. Why don’t we try taking it up a step. Please lie down on
the mat next to you, and I complied. Mistress sent slave Sandy off and she
returned with a German Shepard in tow. Mistress told me that through
extensive training by Sandy that “Butch” had come to love blow jobs. Here
is your next test, as Butch was led over to a point where his parts were
right above my head. A pillow was slid under my head to keep me within an
inch or two of his sheath. Mistress instructed me that it would be
necessary to treat Butch at least as well as Missy. After all, Missy was
just a slave. Butch is my companion and I love him like a child. After a
couple of seconds of hesitation, realizing this was not a game but the
life I was hoping to become a part of. Besides the humiliation of doing
this in front of others, how, was the next question. I managed to rub
Butch a little, and slide the sheath covering his cock back. I closed my
eyes and tried to pretend it was just another cock. My second in 15
minutes, and the second of my life. Butch had begun to pant pretty heavily
when, I assumed at Mistress’ direction he was pulled away. Take him in the
other room and satisfy Butch, Sandy. We found out all we needed too here
and need to eat.
After a delicious shrimp cocktail we were presented with a
steak covered with little lobster tails. If it wasn’t for the other
strange tastes in my mouth, I surely would have enjoyed the meal a lot
more. When finished Mistress announced she was going to have a cigar
before dessert. Would I care for one? Thank you, but no. I did smoke
cigarettes and there were some in my pants. A wave of her hand and Patti
retrieved them. A few minutes into our smokes, Mistress said that there
would be times when slaves would be required to administer their own
punishment, so let’s start your next test. Stub out your cigarette some
where on your body where I can see you do it. It’s your choice where, just
be quick about it. So I turned my arm over slightly and stubbed it out on
the fleshy part, hoping for the best. It only produce a minor “aaah” and
minimal discomfort.
That was way too easy slave. As was the case with your oral
test, this is a two part test on your reaction to something painful. Missy
went over and took the cigar out of Mistress’ hand and slowly walked
towards me, twirling the cigar in her fingers, with a devilish look in her
eyes. Better get a firm grip on the armrests slave, and don’t you dare
move from the chair you’re in. First came a light poking on my back in two
or three places. Then a more substantial pressing on my shoulder. Finally,
she pressed it very hard into two different places on my chest, looked and
saw it was still slightly smoldering, and put it out once and for all on
my right nipple. Very good slave, commented Mistress. Not an awful lot of
noise escaped my lips, as it probably hurt no more than biting down on my
lips had. There were tears running down my cheeks and I had held my breath
during most of the torment. You did have it pretty easy though commented
Mistress. You can well imagine that Missy, in deference to the fact she
knew what you were going through, chose spots that cause a lot less
discomfort than I might choose in the future. But you did well. You
obviously have a better pain threshold than some of the other slaves. That
only means that I’ll have to be a bit more devious in order to get you to
scream out the kind of noises that are music to my ears.Let’s move on to
dessert. During this last course you will be given your final test. Be
careful and think long and hard before attempting to complete it. If you
once finish this last task, your fate will be sealed. Doing so will say to
me that you have given yourself to me totally, with no reservations. You
will never, ever be allowed to leave no matter what you say, no matter how
you behave. Discipline will be the only recourse to straighten you out.
How painful your coming years are will be determined by your own actions.
Slave Patti came into the room carrying two covered dishes.
Approaching Mistress she removed the top. Looking down Mistress commented:
“ my favorite, of course. Baked banana covered with a rich chocolate
sauce, and whipped cream. And a slight drizzle of lemon surrounded the
whole thing.”
Patti came over to me, but before she took the lid off she
spoke again: “ Yours is baked banana also slave prepared a slightly bit
differently. Patti placed a clean plate in front of me, reached into her
pocket and swallowed the pill she took out. Very quickly it became obvious
she was becoming uncomfortable. She leaned over and vomited on my plate.
There’s your dessert, slave Patti has eaten nothing but bananas for three
days in preparation for this event. Your banana has been baking inside her
for those three days, and was just now deposited on your plate. Make the
plate as clean as it was, slave. There wasn’t much odor, but it sure
looked disgusting. I managed in short time to clean the plate with minimal
gagging. Very good said Mistress Carla. But, as with your other tests,
this one has two parts. Patti removed the lid and placed a plate in front
of me. That was just freshly deposited on that plate in the kitchen, after
baking inside Patti for three days now.Your whipped cream is some that has
been deposited in my pussy by my lovers over the past week or two. It was
loving removed from my pussy by the mouths of your fellow slaves and saved
for you. And I’ll bet you could even guess this part. The yellow drizzle,
quite a bit more on yours, is some of the golden nectar I relieved myself
of this morning. Serving it hot of course enhances the odor and
accentuates the flavor.
If you wish to remain here, you will use the spoon in front of
you, and then your tongue to make that plate clean enough to eat off of.
This is quite a decision, but one each of these slaves has already
conquered. There is no other way to continue. If I can’t count on you to
perform this task, who knows what else you might balk at doing. Missy is
holding a plastic bag, just in case. But that only helps prevent a mess,
as you will have to consume anything you might upchuck into the bag to
finish the task.
As this involves a decision affecting the rest of your life.
I’m going to leave and take a bath, with Sandy’s assistance. The other
slaves will keep an eye on you, as will I by closed circuit, which covers
every square inch of the house. Upon my return one of two things will have
happened. You will have completed your task, or you will be out of this
house forever. If your task has been completed, you will be kissed a
second time by all of the slaves. And you will receive a special, one time
only treat from me. As she walked out with Sandy in tow, she turned and
smiled one evil smile and said ‘Bon Appetite.

Chapter 8

After Mistress left, Missy quietly told me that it would go a
lot easier if, as much as possible, I closed my eyes and held my nose. It
could probably be done in 4 or 5 bites, plus the licking. That’s all the
help I can offer, and it’s a lot more than I received under the same
circumstances.
What was I going to do. Sure, I had read about toilet games
before, and even a couple of stories about slaves reduced to nothing more
than a human toilet. But that was a case of slaves being forced to do what
had to be the most disgusting thing a human could be asked to do. And all
I had to do was voluntarily eat and drink what had come out of both mens’
and womens’ bodies as waste bi-products. Let’s not try to make this sound
better than it was. To Become Mistress’ slave I had to eat a dish of shit,
piss and cum.
So here was the big decision. Pick up the spoon and eat, or get
my clothes and start the search all over. I slowly picked up the spoon and
picked up a good sized chunk. Get it over with as quick as possible, don’t
chew, just swallow. I moved the spoon closer to my mouth (GOD that awful
smell) Closed my eyes and pinched my nose with my other hand, and put it
in. I instinctively gagged, but kept my mouth closed and swallowed as fast
as I could. Tears streamed down my face, and the taste stayed in my mouth
of course. Missy smiled, knowingly, and moved the plate closer to me. Four
more difficult bites and most of the slop was gone. Licking the plate
clean meant keeping my eyes open and no holding my nose. By this time it
no longer mattered. I felt like the lowest of low life forms for having
done this. And what had it accomplished. As I finished licking the plate
the realization struck that this might well be one of the nicer days in
the rest of my life. Be careful what you wish for people. I can attest to
the fact that when you ask for trouble, it can come at you tenfold.

Chapter 9

The plate clean to Missy’s satisfaction, she handed me a glass,
of urine she told me, if I wished to rinse my mouth. Better than the taste
that was predominantly there I thought, and used as little as possible to
swish out my mouth and swallowed.
Congratulations said Missy and it was echoed by the other two
slaves. For what, I thought to myself. For resigning myself to a life of
constant pain, humiliation and degradation, I’m congratulated. Seeing as
all the “girls” plus myself had voluntarily put ourselves where we were
had determined it was something I had dreamed of attaining for a long
time, congratulations must be at least somewhat appropriate. None of us
would expect people living the traditional vanilla life to understand. We
couldn’t probably explain it ourselves.
There was some scurrying around as the three slaves went to
their normal places, Missy by my side. Mistress Carla had returned wearing
nothing more than a thin lacy gown that hid nothing. A clap of her hands
and each of the slaves came over and gave me another kiss and said welcome
to our little sorority. It’s very limited and you proved yourself most
worthy of our acceptance. And each said they loved me. If I didn’t now
know that each of these beauties was a man, I might have appreciated there
tenderness much more. It would be a long time before I could relish the
kiss of another man, no matter how good Mistress could do in transforming
into lovely looking ladies. There still was that cock between their legs I
couldn’t get past. Maybe some thing about my own transformation might help
me see the light. These “girls” only had each other in the whole world.
Maybe it was possible to love another man or men, just not real love, just
spiritual or something like that.
Mistress walked over and said it was time for the token gift
she had promised me. She dropped her robe to the floor revealing in it’s
full glory her beautiful ebony body. Missy took my hands and held them
behind me. Mistress gave me a big hug, rubbing her beautiful, enticing
body up and down my chest and crotch. I could feel the hard nipples press
up against my own, and sported a raging hard-on. Am I going to be lucky
here I thought? Mistress grabbed a hold of my cock and playfully ran her
hand up and down and squeezed gently. She pressed her lips to mine and
kissed me sensually. She then whispered into my ear: isn’t it sad that I
hold in my hand something that gives you such pleasure, yet it will feel
nothing but pain for the rest of your life. She stepped back and told me
that never would a female touch my body again, unless it was to torment
you. You have received my token gift. Feel lucky as only your near perfect
performance tonight allowed you the pleasures you just received. Most
have only received a kiss of congratulations.
My heart sank with those few words, though I knew that was
probably the case from the start. Pleasure wasn’t in the cards for me,
ever again. Missy would suffer a little for
her help in getting me through the dessert.
Welcome to your new home. You mentioned in your ad an interest
in cross-dressing. Did you have a feminine name for yourself? Yes it was
Melanie. Mistress nodded to Missy, and again I was slapped. It is always
Mistress Carla when responding. Yes Mistress Carla, I’m sorry and won’t
repeat the mistake. If you have my check brought in, I will sign it over
to you. It was done without another word.

Chapter 10

We will now discuss some of my house rules. All of you slaves
operate on a points system. We will relax it during your first two weeks
as the pain you will receive during training that to earn more due to
mistakes would be redundant. The other girls actually get a mini vacation,
at least from me while most of my time concentrates on rounding you in to
a well behaved slave. Your co-slaves will only have to deal with any
clients or friends that arrive. If at any time you commit a minor
infraction and have to apologize you will be assessed 1 point. Major
infractions will be dealt with harshly on the spot. Missy, my number one,
has earned the right to be called her name given by me, instead of slave,
though she most definitely is. I have not had to personally discipline her
in over a year. She does have many visitors that cause her enough
discomfort that she will never forget her true place.
Back to our points system. After a week, the slave with the
least points gets a day off from all torment from me or any visitors. She
may still have to help with some chores, but mostly just gets to relax in
the room you girls share. This day is always Sunday. And the slave that
performs the worst gets to orally satisfy the best of the girls. See. Even
I do have a heart and reward good behavior. Should a slave be lucky enough
to win two weeks in a row, that girl has the chance to sexually use the
lowest slave by either fucking her or just a blow job as desired. This may
not seem like much, but months from now you will relish the opportunity
for sexual relief. Cumming, except on my command is dealt with very
harshly. You will not have a pain free day for at least your first two
weeks of intense training. After that, it all depends on how well you
learn, obey and adapt to your new life. My clients visit frequently and
all slaves are available 24/7, except for the one earning Sunday off. I
have many male friends, several of whom are lovers. If I have an overnight
guest one slave will spend the evening in my bedroom. Quite often this
slave will have the duty of getting my slave excited with their mouth.
Slaves usually are required to clean both of us up from the mess occurring
after an orgasm. If I’m not in the mood for oral sex, you get the job. And
I do not engage in anal sex, an occasional request of my lovers. See how
helpful you can become for me?

And you, slave Melanie will be a favorite. Clients love abusing
and testing the limits of the new girl in the stable. Many of the gay and
bi-sexual clients are somewhat turned off by a guy with boobs and all that
girly stuff. You already have an appointment for later in the week.
You are to remain nude at all times during your two week
training. When the spirit moves me to teach you some new “trick” of mine,
it’s too much of a bother to wait while you undress. This is a large home.
All but Missy are confined to the cellar, which contains a dungeon and
your living area, unless directed to come up by Missy or me. There are
cameras, as I said covering every inch of the property, inside and out.
There is also audio, and you are never to whisper,as I insist on being
able to hear all communication that goes on between the slaves, if I so
desire. Your room is warm and carpeted, but has no beds, pillows or
blankets. There are more important things than your comfort to spend money
on. You will pair off with Candy at night. The two of you sleep in the
traditional 69 position with a pacifier in your mouth. But don’t get too
excited about that. Remember my rule about unauthorized cumming.
Your plug will be replaced with the next larger size by Missy
before you retire. There will be four larger sizes over time. Be thankful
you performed well tonight or you might have earned a larger upgrade.
You need to relieve yourself now also. We have a strict
schedule on bathroom use. Around 9 AM and 9PM you will be allowed to
relieve yourself. Learn quickly to regulate yourself. The only toilet
available at other times is another slaves mouth. You won’t win any
friends by putting a girl through that solely because of your bad timing.
The used slave then gets to choose the method of discipline used on you
for wasting my and their time. Good Night.

Chapter 11

With Candy’s hand in mine, we followed Missy down to the
cellar. We went through an elaborately equipped dungeon, Missy warning me
not to look too close or I might faint, and entered our living quarters.
Did I say living quarters? Four walls, four tv’s and five chairs. Three of
the chairs were solid wood, not much comfort for an ass with a dildo in
it. Missy’s chair had a couple of cushions, another little benefit of
being number one, I guess. And a luxurious leather recliner to be used by
mistress if she chose to enter the room. And we got to use it in our free
time on Sunday if chosen slave of the week. Wow, I thought out loud, will
our comforts never end. Missy looked real upset at my wisecrack. You know
Mistress may be watching us on camera. Now I’ll have to upgrade you one
size on your butt plug so I don’t get in trouble. Speaking of trouble,
just ½ hour and I’ve already earned extra punishment. Nice work Ken, er
Melanie, nice work I said to myself. Missy informed the others to undress
for bed while she re-plugged me. God that hurts as Missy tried to force it
in. Well, it would have been smaller and I would have used lube, but for
that uncalled for remark. You may call us by our given names when alone,
but always refer to slave Missy, slave Candy, etc. in the presence of
Mistress.
Turning around, I’m sure my face turned red as I faced four men
with big breasts, tiny wastes, beautiful faces and a cock hanging between
their legs. I tried not to stare or laugh for that matter. Don’t feel out
of place Melanie. You’ll look every bit as good as they do in less time
than you realize. Except of course for our cocks. If Mistress didn’t love
torturing them so much, they would probably be gone too.
Lights were turned down, but not off so Mistress could monitor
us at will. We would be woken at 6AM so sleep was essential. Missy cuddled
up with a blanket and pillow, alone, at least till another slave was
found. Sandy and Patty settled in. And I struggled to get in position with
Candy, hampered by the stuffed feeling in my ass. Finally I found my way
to Candy’s cock and she to mine. My God, is this real. Here I am with a
large plug in my ass, a cock in my mouth and visions of what tomorrow
would bring dancing through my head. And I was supposed to get some rest.
Oh, Melanie, if you wake during the night, make sure you find your
pacifier before going to sleep again. Thanks for the tip, Sandy. How’s
that, I’m trying to talk about tips while the tip of a cock sits on my
tongue. Just a little irony there huh. Tears came to my eyes and I softly
whimpered a little. Candy gently patted my head but said nothing. Mother
always taught us not to talk with a full mouth. At some point I drifted
off, but my body wasn’t too sure when woken up at 6:00.

Chapter 12

Missy took charge of course and hurried the girls and me along.
Took a long time for me to get dressed, right. We were to exercise from
6:30- 8:00 and then do housework for an hour. Missy’s job was making
breakfast. All our exercises were designed for three basic things. Weight
loss, waist reduction and leg toning for that feminine look. We all ate
the same as Mistress, just much smaller portions to keep our figures in
check. Candy was to have today off as last weeks winner. She only had to
clean up after lunch and dinner. Boy did I envy her lying back in that
leather chair, watching TV and catching a few ZZZ’s. Missy, Sandy and
Patty
would help Mistress with my first training session.
Missy led us all to the dungeon and I was instructed to climb
on to a metal table in the middle of the room and lie on my stomach. The
girls then attached cuffs to my ankles and wrists. They weren’t especially
tight, but I was stretched enough that there was no escaping. A wide belt
was brought up through slots in the table and put tightly around my waist.
Two more straps were used to secure my upper legs, being attached close to
the tops of my legs. I could move my arms slightly, but barely any
movement could be forced in my legs.
Missy went to an intercom and announced: “slave Melanie is
prepared Mistress Carla”. Minutes later, without a sound, she must have
entered. There were sounds though. They were the screams escaping my mouth
as a pain more intense than any I had ever felt shot through my body,
centered on a burning feeling in my left foot. Sandy jumped at the noise.
Missy shoved a rag in my mouth to quiet me down. Mistress walked around
in front of me and said thank you. Your gift is much more useful and
convenient to use than I realized. It fits right here in my pocket. I just
pull it out, push this button and wow. A great little torture tool right
at my fingertips. And she held it up to my little finger and used it
again. Missy, Missy, Missy. Take poor Melanies’ gag out so we can all
enjoy the beautiful song she’s singing. You know it’s music to my ears.
And the screaming began anew. Tears flowed in waves down my face., She
held my wrist up and said: “ see, red with a few tinges of golden brown
just like your toe. As I slowly quieted down, Mistress patted my head and
told me not too worry. I was too valuable to do any permanent harm to.
Besides, she had promised to use my gift on me first. What kind of
Mistress would I be if you couldn’t trust me to at least be truthful with
my slaves.
Besides, we haven’t even begun your training. This was just a
little bonus for your thoughtfulness. The next thing I have in store for
you may actually hurt. That was just a test of your resilience to being
burned. How appropriate that you should bring such a gift. I didn’t have a
clue what she was talking about but figured I’d learn quick enough. Missy
was instructed to prepare today’s 1st letter, and went to the wall and
slid aside a door that revealed a roaring fire. She then stuck a long
metal rod into the fire. Meanwhile Mistress was running her hands gently
over my cock and balls, lying helpless between my spreadeagled legs.
Each time she handled my ball sack she squeezed a little harder. Little
gasps were escaping my throat, but nothing really too bad yet. Unseen to
me, she stepped back and smashed her fist into my delicate privates with
all her might. Aaaah, now there’s that music I liked so much. It’s your
own fault slave for depriving me of listening to my favorite tune. I’ve
been hit in the balls in my life, but little compares to the pain racking
my body now. Sweat and tears just streamed down my face, the crying and
screaming went on and on. Patti came over and wiped my face repeatedly.
Trying to comfort me with soothing talk. You have to be brave, Melanie.
You have no concept of what will happen to you today.

Mistress went over to the fire box and removed the rod. She
brought it over and showed it to me. Red hot it looked something like a
large crescent moon, and it was returned to the fire. Still no clue slave?
Other than being burnt again, no, Mistress Carla. Girls, show slave
Melanie what is being prepared for her. The three of them turned their
backs to me, dropped their skirts and undies and bent over. Clearly, just
above the cracks of their asses, I could see the word cunt emblazoned on
their ass. They had been branded and I was next. My God, did people really
brand others? That just happened on farms didn’t it? Patti grabbed my
unburnt hand, squeezed and whispered to be strong, we all went through it
and all survived.
A set of steps was moved next to the table for Mistress to
climb atop the table. It works best when hottest, Mistress declared. I
will get in position and Missy will hand me the red hot letter C. Look on
the bright side, slave Melanie. You”ll get a half hour off in between
letters. It takes that long to get each one heated up. I closed my eyes,
gritted my teeth and waited. A piercing shriek filled the room then
mercifully, I passed out. But Mistress would have none of that. Smelling
salts revived me time after time. Mistress couldn’t miss out on the
crescendo of tones escaping my lips. Only three more to go my dear
Melanie, before we string you up and pay some attention to the front of
your body. Nooooo pleeease nooooo and again I passed out. And again
brought to. There will be no sleeping on my watch said Mistress. You will
stay with us. There is no joy in this if I can’t see the anguish in your
eyes, slave Melanie. Remember last night? You voluntarily licked shit off
of a plate so you could have the opportunity to serve your Goddess before
you. Did you think I was playing a game? Missy, Bring me the juice.
Mistress proceeded to open a jar of lemon juice and drip it on the freshly
burned parts of my body. And I screamed longer and louder. How can a woman
possibly derive so much pleasure from inflicting so much pain on another
human being?
Tired of waiting for the next letter to heat up, Mistress
found another weapon to attack my body with. A small vice was produced
from the cabinet and she closed it down on the pinky of my undamaged foot.
And twisted, and twisted. Before losing consciousness again, I felt a bone
crack in the toe. Oh, God no, please no. no more I begged.
Mistress stopped her torment for a minute, changing her tone,
and moved her fingers through my sweat drenched hair. Now, now, slave
Melanie. I told you I’d never do any permanent harm to you. At least none
with life threatening results. You still have to endure the rest of your
branding, I haven’t even begun with the front of you, and now that your
toe is broken, it will be useless. Right after we brand your U, I’ll get
rid of that mangled toe for you. And I passed out again, probably from
fright this time.
The next couple of hours consisted of me drifting in and out,
going nearly hoarse from screaming my lungs out. And enduring the pain of
three more brands. At some point Mistress used a sharp knife and just cut
my pinky off. Naturally it bled, but the bleeding was stopped when she
cauterized the wound with my gift to her. Finally, my limp body was strung
up on some kind of rack and I vaguely recall something about finishing the
job after they all ate. Some kind of ointment had been put on my wounds to
prevent infection.
Somehow, I was at least semi-conscious when the group returned
from dinner. My body was inspected by Mistress, I assume to check her
handiwork and to be sure some protection had been given to the sores on my
body. We won’t be so harsh on your front, dear. Just can’t have you too
comfortable by ignoring it completely.
The next 30 minutes or so were spent attaching alligator clips
to my nipples, cock and balls. Very heavy weights were attached to the
chains hanging from the clips. The pain was barely noticeable by this
point. The pain from my back,foot and hand made me nearly oblivious to
what was happening out front. Taking a last look at my toe to insure it
wasn’t bleeding Mistress announced:
“
We’re through with you tonight, other than the fact you get to sleep where
you are. A good thing actually. You probably couldn’t lie down with all
the sores on your body. See you in the AM. Tomorrow is my favorite day of
training. I concentrate on tormenting your cock and balls tomorrow. Sleep
well slave Melanie, sleep well.”