painslut part 3

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Chapter 13
I was awakened by Candy just after 9am. Mistress would be down
in an hour or so to attend to today’s lesson. My body, racked with pain,
was being supported by arms stretched down from their cuffs. There was no
strength anywhere in my body.She tried to reassure me by pointing out that
all of the girls had endured exactly the same punishments as me, and they
were all here, alive and doing well. This was just Mistress’ way of
breaking us, letting us know in no uncertain terms that we were nothing
more than her property to do with as she chose. Your training, explained
Candy, will help you survive some of the more sadistic clients that will
pay to abuse you. At least you aren’t available to these men till after
your training.
It’s only Sunday, Candy. Mistress said I was booked for some
night this week. I’m not trained yet. What goes?
Sorry, Melanie. I just know how things usually work. I’m
surprised she booked you so soon. It must be one of her regulars that
asked for the newbie. I don’t want to scare you unnecessarily, but some of
the clients are downright cruel.
I can’t tell you much about what lies ahead today other than
it won’t be pleasant. Mistress told us all she came up with a totally new
torment for your cock. And the old ones were terrifying. Just remember,
you will live through it.
How did we ever get to this point Candy? Did you have a clue
that things would be anything like they are? Well, kind of, Candy replied.
Mistress is my second owner. I was bought, fully trained, from a dominant
man that sold out and retired. He was easier to satisfy in some ways, but
totally gay and really abused us sexually. All of his slaves were virgins
to the lifestyle when he snared us. His slaves were not “volunteers” like
here. Mistress has a big interest in keeping us healthy and fit. We
command $5,000 for a 4 hour session, $10,000 and the man can stay all
night. And customers that have proved their trustworthiness can take us
home for $25k per 24 hour period. Mistress obviously has quite a little
business here. Some men come weekly, though most are making monthly visits
or less. Mistress has even sold a couple of her slaves. Rumor is the going
price for a fully trained slave is $250k or thereabouts. Wow, I thought
and the conversation ended when Missy, Sandy and Patti came in the room.
It’s time to get you ready for today’s lesson from your mistress. First we
have to prepare you for your first fucking, and then flip you over for
your course in cock and ball torture. Have fun, Melanie.

Chapter 14

When Mistress walked in, she was wearing a strap-on that made
my mouth drop open. She couldn’t be going to use that on me for a first
time experience could she? As Missy strapped me to the table with my legs
over the side I started to whimper before anything happened. Come now
Slave Melanie. You have been prepared well for this. You’ve already had
plugs almost half this size in your ass. This should be a breeze for you,
I looked down at her strap-on and thought God, it’s almost as big around
as my arm. Missy suggested some lube and a stern look came over Mistress’
face. Oh all right, we’ll give him a little break. It is his first time
here.But you have a minor punishment coming for helping him get through
dessert Saturday night. We’ll use crisco for lube, and you can apply it to
the strap-on and his ass with your mouth. A look of resignation and
disgust came over Missy. None of the other slaves had seen Missy being
punished in any way. Her only punishment came at the hands of clients.
Missy walked to a cabinet and returned with a big can of crisco and opened
it. Using her fingers, she took a large mouthful and went to work on the
strap-on. Then she buried her face in my ass, trying to lube me as best
possible. Mistress pushed the back of her head and said to make sure her
tongue got as far up my ass as possible. When released, she was ordered to
stand there with the mess on her face and think about her being brazen
enough to help a potential slave have an easier go of it than it should
have been. In one swift motion, Mistress than rammed it home, I screamed
of course. My ass must surely have split open. And then the pounding
began. Relentlessly, Mistress went at my ass like she was having sex for
the last time in her life. Again, I passed out but was quickly brought to.
Tiring of all the work involved in taking my ass for the first time, she
withdrew. Put the slave up on the table. I’m stopping for a break. Make
sure he properly cleans this off, as she removed the strap-on. It wasn’t
enough to have this instrument of torment shoved violently up my ass. Now
I had to clean it with my mouth. Looking down on it, I saw many pieces of
my own shit mixed in with droplets of blood. And I cleaned it. Of course,
what choice did I have. Refusal would have produce problems far worse.
Notify me as soon as slave is ready. Once again, I was secured to the
table, face up this time for easy access to the family jewels.

Chapter 15

Missy told me that she and only she knew what was about to
happen. Something new Mistress had heard about from a fellow Dom. My heart
goes out to you. I cannot fathom the degree of pain you are about to
endure. Extra care was spent to spread my legs wide and present my cock to
mistress about a foot from the edge of the table. Mistress needed to be
sure she had easy access, without having to lean over the table.. Mistress
instructed me to inform all the girls that they would get involved to
insure the pain kept up on a continuous basis. Great I thought. Five
people were going to go at my cock and balls to insure the pain was
nonstop. That fact sure was good news.

Mistress was informed that I had been prepared and entered the
room shortly. Before we get started, it seems I neglected to tell you how
important it is for you to be successful in pleasing any client that pays
good money for your services. Patti made the mistake of actually hurting a
man she was entertaining. While giving him a blow job,she accidentally
nicked the head of his penis with her teeth, causing a small but painful
cut. Despite the fact that he used her for the full four hours, I felt
compelled to return his money. Patty paid a dear price. Come over and show
slave Melanie what it cost you. Getting as close as she could she opened
her mouth. I could see she was missing all of the teeth in back on one
side.

I was a dentist till 8 years ago, and did a lot of
extractions. Patty experienced it without the benefit of anesthesia. Only
the well being of my valuable clients comes before that of my slaves. You
can be replaced much more easily than a client can. I always had some
dominamt leanings and the way I got turned on sexually whenever a man was
in some pain in my dental chair convinced me that this was the line of
work I should persue in the future.
But we must not ignore your cock now, should we. The girls are
about to have a rare treat. Seldom do they get to actively participate in
my procedures. This would take too long and be no where near as effective
if I didn’t utilize their their presence. Missy,did you bring the waxed
string? Good. As instructed, Missy adjusted the cuffs and straps that
secured me, bringing my butt to the very edge of the table. The ankle
cuffs were attached to bolts in the ceiling, putting my vulnerable cock
and balls in position for there abusive attention Mistress was eager to
start on. All waited to see what was Mistress’ plan.
Mistress handed Sandy something and told her to put this cock
ring on slave Melanie’s dick and use your mouth to get him good and hard.
The ring will keep it that way throughout his punishment, an essential
aspect of my plans. For a minute or two there were wonderful feelings
dancing through my loins. The feeling of the warmth of Candy’s mouth
wrapped around my manhood made me lose track of what was happening, and I
now had a raging hard-on. Enough Patty, it looks like he’s ready, but
let’s test him out. Mistress slapped my privates around, enough to hurt,
but more like she was toying with me. That kind of treatment surely would
eliminate his erection without the ring. It’s time to proceed. She removed
two long, fat cigars from a box on the counter and asked for the string.
It resembled dental floss and may well have been. What diabolical idea has
this woman come up with. She cut off a length of string and knelt down to
go to work. Unable to see, I had the sensation that the string was going
around my cock along with something else. And a cigar had disappeared from
the table. I still didn’t grasp what was going on. Mistress lit the other
cigar and puffed up a nice, glowing red tip. Here you go girls. Each of
you will keep this nice and hot, and use it’s tip to add some discomfort
to slave Melanies’ body. Don’t stub it out, just rub the tip around any
place you want. This will keep her occupied as I start up the primary
point of attack. Patty going first, she took the cigar and twirling it in
her fingers, rubbed it into the armpit of my left arm, and I screamed.
Nice choice Patty. That’s one of the more tender areas of the body and
often overlooked for attention, and I screamed some more. The girls were
watching Mistress closely, and soon had a scared look on their faces.
Candy held my hand tight and said to get ready. Ready for what, I thought.
And then I felt it. Mistress was holding a wooden match to the
tip of the missing cigar. And that tip was just millimeters from my ball
sack, tied to the underside of my cock. She puffed away, getting a good
ash burning on the cigar. And the match was turning my balls a deeper and
deeper shade of pink and then red. As Mistress puffed away, the cigar
slowly burnt it’s way up the length of my cock. With each puff another
wave of pain worked through my tortured manhood. Did I mention my
screaming? It was nonstop and loud. I must have sounded like a wolf baying
to the moon. The whole process had distracted the other slaves as they
looked on in shock and disbelief. Mistress chimed in “ hey, this isn’t a
show I’m putting on here. Unless you want to replace slave Melanie, you
had better get back to your job. Take three more cigars from the box so
you can all work on this pathetic body.” Of course they did, not wanting
to upset Mistress any more. I was in and out of consciousness for a long
time. Not until all four cigars were out was my ordeal over. I must have
had a few dozen burns around my body. Particular attention had been paid
to my nipples. It was barely possible to see them, for the blisters
surrounding them. The pain coming from my crotch was the worst though.
Mistress got a hand held mirror from the counter and held it to give me a
good view of what had happened. The entire underside of my cock was black
or dark brown. The rest a very bright red. A horrified look on the faces
of the girls told me it was probably worse than it looked in the mirror.
Clean the slave up, was all Mistress said as she walked out,
Missy following her close behind. Patty, Sandy and Candy went about the
task of cleaning things up. Some ointment was gently put on the burns,
each time causing little whimpers to escape my throat. The sweat was
removed from my face, but tears of pain continued to streak down my face.
Candy tried to comfort me by gently stroking my head. You are lucky you
can’t really see what your cock looks like. It’s a mess. Mistress has out
done herself with this new torment. Never had any of the girls even
dreamed of anything so horrible.
Missy returned and told me that nothing else would be done to
me for the next two days. I needed to recover a little in order to rest up
for my appointment Wednesday night. The client had already been told my
cock would be off limits to him. It never would heal enough to absorb more
torment in such a short time. It was no matter to him. Dirty Hairy would
adjust his plans for the evening.
Mistress returned and looked over my pain racked body. He’ll
heal was her only comment. Look closely at what happened here, girls. None
of you ever experienced the torment that slave Melanie just endured. It’s
now my favorite form of entertainment. Be careful not to disappoint me in
the future. It won’t take much for me to decide to have another go at
smoking another slaves cock. That was actually fun. And Melanie. Once
again you see that I’ve kept my promise, made just Saturday night when I
commented that Missy had treated you tenderly by comparison when she
stubbed my dinner cigar out on you. I did promise to use one on more
sensitive parts of your body than those chosen by Missy. Take time to rest
now. Missy told you you’d be entertaining Harry Wednesday night.
After Mistress left, Missy began talking. Mistress has
absolutely no use for the slaves penis, other than something to torment.
If not for the feelings she derives from tormenting our cocks she would
probably have them removed to complete our transitions, She frequently
threatens to do just that for serious infractions of the rules, or
displeasing a client.
Who is this Harry guy, or Dirty Hairy as you referred to him?
How concerned should I be?
Harry is a regular. You’ll learn for yourself how he got his
nickname. He’s not too bad. He’s gay, so their will be a lot of fucking
and sucking by you. And he’s very well endowed. Most of the pain that
night will be from your being stretched out, back there. He will torment
you some, but with your parts off limit, it shouldn’t be too bad. I’m not
allowed to tell you too much. Clients like to feel they pay for the chance
to use and abuse us in ways that aren’t expected. Harry doesn’t have a lot
of imagination, so you won’t be shocked by any of his actions.
How about the transition you girls went through. It amazes me
how good you all look. I really never guessed that you were all guys until
told so.
After just two weeks we were, and you will get sent out for
your transformation. Provided of course that Mistress feels she has
sufficiently broken your spirit. The process takes 5-6 weeks. You will be
put on a strong hormone therapy program that softens up your body, reduces
hair growth and starts a small development in your breasts. You will be
given large implants and even some in your butt to give the look of a
nicely rounded ass. Extensive permanent make-up will be applied to your
face. Your larynx will be surgically altered to enhance the feminine sound
we all have in our voices. And you will be given hours of training in
walking, sitting and generally acting like a woman. Without our “packages”
hanging down, most would never guess we weren’t women.
The one bad thing is Mistress will visit once a week to insure
you don’t forget what life with her is all about. The two-three hour
visits are intense as it is your only training during your time away.
Hey said Candy. I won’t have a pacifier tonight. What with the
condition you’re in anyways. Or while your gone. Not so lucky, Candy, was
the word from Missy. We get to be re-aquainted with each other for awhile.
Too good to be true, as usual, said Candy. Doesn’t Mistress overlook
anything?

Chapter 16

Left alone to my thoughts for a while, I wondered about all
that had happened in just parts of three days. Never could I have, in my
wildest dreams, envisioned anything like what my life had become. How
would I ever survive for the years that Mistress often referred to. Each
day I was amazed to survive just that day’s torments. And I’d yet to be
subjected to a clients attentions.
I did learn a couple of new things today. Mistress administered
the first of what would become a regular series of shots this morning.
Though all clients had to have constantly updated proof of their being
free from STD’s, the

frequent burns, cuts and exposure to bodily wastes, we were in danger of
serious illnesses. And Mistress took the necessary precautions to protect
her property. Also, Mistress was working on another “new” technique for my
return to training on Thursday.
Harry had arrived an hour early. He and Mistress were relaxing
over cocktails and squaring away the business end of the evening. Having
been here many times, Harry new the rules well. Nothing could be done to a
slave that would have permanent physical effects. And tonight my family
jewels were off as they hadn’t come close to healing from the cigar
event. She explicitly explained the procedure to Harry and his eyes
widened as he listened. No wonder I can’t abuse him down there after such
treatment. Where do you get such novel and devilish ideas? Friends in the
business Harry, just friends in the business. Well, keep up the good work.
You train your slaves so well that I find them well worth what you charge.
Maybe someday I’ll own my own toy. With that, Harry stood up, thanked
Mistress and followed Missy down to the dungeon. After checking to see
that everything was set up to Harry’s requests, Missy turned to walk out.
As she left, she said: “ enjoy yourself Harry, and you too Melanie with a
slight snicker in her voice.
Once Missy closed the door, Harry immediately gave me one very
hard kick, square in the balls and the first of many screams that evening
escaped my lips. Harry came around and sat down in front of me. I was
suspended about three feet off the floor and parallel to it, facing down.
Harry lifted my head, looked me in the eye, and said: Good evening slave.
Welcome to my version of hell. Sorry, well not really, but sorry about the
kick. Your position was too good to pass up. Your cock is supposed to be
untouchable tonight. But the overriding rule is no permanent danger so
live with it.
Harry was hairy, real hairy. That part of his nickname sure
fit. And he was fat. Probably 300 or more pounds on a body that didn’t
look six feet tall from this angle. He had hair half way down his back,
and as much body hair as any three normal men.
Harry stood and walked behind me again. And kicked even harder
this time. If you’ve ever been kicked there, you know a man will
instinctively ball up in pain and to protect further damage. Tied as I
was, I could only scream and shake uncontrollably. Three’s the charm, said
Harry as he kicked one more time. Passing out for the first time that
night, Harry brought me back, as expected and told me I wasn’t allowed to
sleep through any of this fun. Fun for who, bastard was what I silently
thought. Unbeknownst to me I had vomited before passing out. Harry pointed
at the mess on the floor and said I better be hungry as my appetizer was
right there. Dinner will come in good time.
It’s nice to see such attention to detail by your owner. As
requested, your ass is empty, ready for me to fuck. And see these. In his
hand were what looked to be two triangular pieces of hard rubber. These
are from Mistress’ old dental practice. She used them to keep a patients
mouth propped open when she needed to work on an unconscious patient. I
will use them of course in a similar way, but you will be conscious
throughout. Open wide please, and I complied. No need to anger Harry. In a
good mood, he probably was crueler than I’d prefer.
Once in place, I found it impossible to even touch my lips
together. Harry then spent the next half hour alternating between fucking
my ass and my mouth. Naturally, whenever he switched to my mouth I had the
“ pleasure’ of eating little pieces of my own shit. Harry stopped once and
stated he was making things too easy for me. He stood up and retrieved a
glass candle from the counter. Almost forgot that you needed a little
torment added to your being fucked. He lit the candle and slid it under my
prone body. Being a ways away it just felt warm. Patience my slave. If you
have ever held your hand over a candle you know it starts out warm, but
you quickly move your hand as time moves on. Before he finished talking
things were getting uncomfortable from the heat. Sing me a song, slave
while I return to your fucking. My screaming must have been a turn on
because Harry soon erupted in a massive way inside my ass. Damn, he said.
I won’t get any use out of my cock for an hour now.
Oh well, it’s time for your dinner now anyways. You haven’t
eaten have you? I shook my head no. Just as I asked. Mistress does know
her stuff. Now I’m going to release your bonds, and retie you face up.
Don’t try anything. You sure wouldn’t want me to have to call Mistress
because of your behavior, now would you? I’ll give you no trouble master
Harry. Those rubber inserts sure do their job. Never a need to worry about
you losing control of yourself while screaming and accidentally biting my
cock. Interesting way Mistress handled Patty making that mistake isn’t it
slave. Yes, master.
In case you hadn’t noticed I only refer to you as slave, not using
your feminine name. I am gay as the day is long and have no use for women
at all. Sometimes I am taken care of by Mistress’ girls, but have no
interest in their beauty, breasts or cunts. I use only their asses and
mouths, just like yours. It is refreshing to have one of you slaves in my
control before you are transformed. I’ve tried to convince Mistress Carla
to keep a couple of you as you are, but she really loves to feminize her
toys, and doesn’t like having a bunch of men hanging around her home.
Well, half men anyways. She doesn’t need to look at your worthless cock
unless it’s to torture it. I’m surprised she isn’t a lesbian with her
disdain for the male parts. But she is 100% woman with a love for men
only. She has many a lover that will attest to her passion for a good long
and thick, preferably black cock. Seldom does she bed a white man,
preferring to keep them in their place. But we need to get our attention
back to you. Four hours passes quickly and you still haven’t eaten.

You are to eat your appetizer while I make a few adjustments to
the restraints. I reluctantly bent down and lapped up the vomit I had
deposited on the floor. I was then told to lie on my back and Harry
reattached my restraints and slid a plastic sheet under my upper body. And
then he moved a chair over and set it down over my head. The chair had a
big hole in the bottom and I soon learned why. Harry had removed the
rubber inserts and told me to hold my mouth open as a before dinner drink
of his golden nectar was coming. Unless you’d like some more pain, don’t
miss any. I gulped as fast as I could. With just a few drops running down
my cheek.
And now it’s time for some food with a little more body
to it slave. Harry rose and turned on the TV. A movie about gay men came
on, no surprise there. Harry lit a cigar and removed the chair. Kneeling
down, facing my feet, he said to me: here comes your first bite slave,
and began to empty his bowels. Once your mouth is full, close it but don’t
swallow. You are to savor this meal by chewing on it only. Do not swallow
until told to. Just enjoy the taste of my present to you. I did as told.
At least with Mistress it was gone in an instant. Here there was no
escaping the horrible taste. Occasionally Harry would round out the tip of
his cigar on one of my nipples, causing muffled protests, all I could
manage with a full mouth. Keep your mouth shut, slave, and he finished
emptying on my face and chest. Picking up some of the mess in his hands he
made sure to completely cover his ass, cock and balls. You may swallow now
slave. For the rest of the two hours we have together you can use your
tongue and lips to clean me up. Nothing gets me harder than seeing a
worthless piece of shit dining on a nice mass of it spread all over my
body. By the time your finished, I’ll be ready to fuck you long and hard,
one last time before leaving. If you tend to slow down in the least, my
cigar will be used to prod you along. Enjoy your dinner slave, and let me
know if I need to adjust my position so you can clean every corner well.
And he laughed a sadistic laugh, as he gave me a prod to get started.
There was no doubt the girls had Harry pegged right. He was as
hairy as they came, and he sure enjoyed what anyone, even those seriously
into alternative lifestyles, could only call dirty sex.
Somehow I made it through the ordeal. How, I can’t remember.
Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind I recall waking and passing out
numerous times. It must be morning as Missy is tending to the many newly
formed red and brown circles all over my chest and stomach, There must
have been more than a few times my actions weren’t pleasing Harry as he
desired. And there was an ungodly pain in my ass. I don’t even remember
Harry going at me again, but the fire in my butt told me it had to have
happened. Carefully, Missy was removing the clips attached to some of my
more tender areas. A good-bye, thanks for the night present from Harry,
before he left was my assumption.
Thursday morning, and Missy is cleaning up my body from Harry’s
abuse, just to get me ready for my next training session. I must have been
talking out loud about last night, because Missy turned her head towards
me and asked what I said. Surprisingly, her eyes were full of tears. Not
much, Missy. Just mumbling to myself about the ordeal with Harry. You
girls sure had him pegged with the nickname.
No response at all from Missy. She kept her face away from
mine, and I could hear her sniffling. Patty, Sandy and Candy walked in a
few minutes later and busied themselves without a word to me. Something
was wrong, you could feel it in the air. I tried to make a little small
talk about Harry and and the previous nights events, but nothing but
silence. I did notice tears on the face of Candy. We had become closer
than any others so far. Probably because we were kind of paired off at
night. C’mon guys, talk to me. Did I do something wrong with Harry? Is
Mistress upset over last night? Most of it is a blur. Someone tell me
what’s going on, please. Candy turned toward me, really crying now. She
walked over, said I’m so, so sorry. She gave me a tender kiss and ran from
the room. Patty and Sandy left quietly, heads hanging low. It was down to
Missy and me again.
OK, what’s going on Missy? You’re number one around here. You
must know. Or won’t Mistress let you tell me? As head slave, she said it
was up to her to tell me what this was all about. She was having trouble
bringing herself to do it. No, you have not upset mistress. Harry had no
complaints last night. But, and it’s a big but, you probably would be
better off if you had to deal with Mistress instead of what’s in store for
you.
A man called Pete, one of Mistress’ most frequent clients, has
been looking to purchase a slave for a few months now. The going price was
just a little more than he could manage for any of us fully trained
slaves. He saw a video last night of your training and progress as a
slave. He was impressed with your level of tolerance and unquestioned
following of orders, no matter how hard they were. He offered Mistress
$150,000 for you. With only three days invested in you, Mistress made a
business decision to accept his offer.
What? Are you saying I’ve been sold? Already? I’ve had so
little training. I have had the transformation yet. This can’t be. No.
Please. It’s not fair.
It doesn’t have to be fair, Melanie. It’s business. And you are
little more than a piece of property that Mistress has sold at a handsome
profit. Pete cared little about your transformation. He needed a
relatively cheap slave, and one that had shown strong endurance ability in
painful situations. I really think that the way you handled yourself when
Mistress literally smoked your cock clinched the deal.
Please Missy, no. Can’t you approach Mistress for me? It’s too
soon. I just arrived. Mistress commented on how well I had adapted. And my
lifelong dream of being a sissy slave like the rest of you. That was my
main goal. Please, please find a way to change Mistress’ mind.
I’m sorry Melanie. There is already a signed contract. It’s
done. You know you have no choice but to obey. You signed a contract when
you arrived giving ownership of yourself to Mistress. These contracts have
been tested in court. And they are valid. Only you’re being killed is
banned by the courts. Besides, even if it wasn’t a legal contract, how
could you change anything. No one here could or would be able to help you.
If we did, we’d probably sign our own death sentences by helping you. Pete
will return on Sunday,shortly after breakfast. All you need do is relax in
our room till then. No more training is on your agenda. Pete will take you
as is.
I fell to the floor in a heap, sobbing. I wasn’t even conscious
of my pain racked body. Missy laid down next to me and ran her hands over
my head and shoulder’s trying to comfort me. Melanie, I must continue, as
I haven’t even begun to tell you why us girls are so upset. None of us
really got that close in 4 days, to cause the kind of concern we have.
Pete, your new owner, has the nickname Peter Pain. No one, not Mistress
nor any other client has hurt us the way Pete does. He is a sadistic
bastard. He has even offered Mistress extra money for the right to remove
one of our toes and take it as a souvenir. Fortunately, Mistress’ rule
about no permanent harm is ironclad and she refused. He will do things to
you I couldn’t even begin to describe. Pete is the subject of quite a few
rumors around here. Word is he purchased or subdued a girl around six
months ago. She lasted little more than a month and disappeared. Mind you
it is all rumor. But Pete’s treatment of us make the rumors very
believable. And Sunday morning you become his. Mistress will have
breakfast with you on Sunday AM. That is the only time you will see her
again. I’m so very sorry for you Melanie, and she left me to my thoughts.