“Two months?” I questioned in my mind.
Brad dabbed my cock on the end with a tissue as a few drops of blood formed on the end on the cage. Then he went into another room and quickly returned. He handed me a Kotex to put in my underwear to soak up any extra blood that might ooze out. I used it to save it leaking out through my clothes.
As we started to leave, Margo paused and turned to Brad. “We’ll do his nipples next month.”
“Any time, just let me know.”
I’m sure she would.
Nothing much changed for the next month except I was used quite regularly by Jackie and Julie. Besides just eating their pussies and having my ass whipped, they discovered the fun they could have with strap-ons and used them on me every night we were together. I guess the only saving grace in the whole matter was the milking I received. Without it, I think my balls would have exploded.
After the couple of months the barbell through my dick seemed like a normal thing. Margo took me to see Brad, so he could check it out. Actually it turned out to be an excuse to have both my nipples pierced. At least with hoops in them she would have to refrain from using the clover leaf clamps for a while. Damn, they hurt!
During this time, my life spiraled deeper and deeper into slavery. It seemed that every week I was losing more of my identity. Margo took my wallet and all my credit cards, telling me that she would provide me with anything I needed. Last week the lease was up on my Bmer. We took it to the dealer and turned it in without getting a replacement.
That night I complained about it. I was put in bondage and she used a cattle prod on me until I cut up my driver’s license. Her philosophy was, if I didn’t have a car, I had no need for a license.
A week or so later she took me back to the tattoo shop and had the word “SLAVE” tattooed in inch high, capital letters across my pubic region just above the root of my cock. It was done in bright red with a black outline. She thought it was fitting. At that time Brad pulled out the barbell and cleaned the hole in my dick. He was pleased. Over two months had lapsed, and it was healing well. Instead of putting the barbell back in, a special screw went through the side of the cage, passing through my cock head and was threaded into the other side of the cage. It took a special tool to install it, making my chastity rather permanent. Margo told me it would only be removed when absolutely necessary.
Over the weekend Margo seemed to have a lot of things to do. I spent much of the time in strict bondage often in the cage in the shed, keeping me out of the way.
On Monday, I showered to go to work. But when I went to my closet, it was empty. There was nothing there. My dresser was the same way.
“Mistress, where are all my clothes?”
“While you were having all your fun for the last couple of days, we took them all to Good Will.”
“But, what will I wear?”
“Just what you have on.”
“But I’m naked. How can I go to work with nothing to wear?”
“You aren’t going to work anymore, slave.”
“What do you mean, I’m not?”
“On Friday you sent a memo to everyone in the company. I said something like, ‘As of this morning I am retiring from the company. John, my brother-in-law, who is the present vice-president, will be promoted to president of the company, and my wife has be named the new CEO. I have decided to move on and spend the rest of my life on other interests. I wish you all well and hope you continue to enjoy your employment at Northern Cal Industries. Thank you for your dedication to me and this company. “
“You can’t do that.”
“I didn’t. You did it,” she said, as she handed me a copy of the e-mail.
“But, what other interests am I going to pursue?”
“I guess being a proper slave. That will occupy your time 24/7. You won’t have time for anything else.”
I sat down on the bed and put my head in my hands. Margo used that opportunity to put handcuffs on me. I felt them, but I didn’t move. I realized that I had no other choice at the time.
“Here,” she simply said, “put these on your ankles.”
I looked up and saw the leg irons hanging from her fingers. Without any hesitation I did as she demanded. As the locks clicked shut, I looked up at her.
“Remember what I told you several months ago?”
“What’s that,” I asked.
“Be careful what you wish for. But that’s not the entire old English proverb. The whole quote says, ‘Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it all.’ As of today, you got it all?
“Besides, you should be happy. How many people get to live out their greatest fantasies? Your dreams have all come true. I’ve made you hairless. You’re locked away in a chastity cage for the rest of your life. I’ve had your body pierced and tattooed. You get to live your life as just a worthless slave. You’ll get all the bondage and punishment you could ever want. What more could you ask for? Oh, I almost forgot. I will loan you out to my friends so you can eat all the pussy you’ll ever want as well.
“A while ago I found a couple of sites that you joined as a member. You know the ones, Alt.com and FetLife. I had fun reading your profiles and was actually a little surprised at some of things you said you were into. I found it rather funny that when it asked for limits, you wrote ‘None.’ For safe words, you also wrote ‘None.’ But the one thing that I found most curious was your answer for sexual preference. You wrote, ‘Any!’ Now tell me slave, were you out there trolling for a Mistress, a Master or what?”
“I wasn’t really looking for someone else. You are the only person that matters to me. It was just part of the game.”
“A game? It doesn’t sound like it.”
“What type of a game is it when you ask someone you don’t know to hang you up by your wrists, tie your legs apart and kick you in the nuts until you puke? Do you want me to do that to you, because I will if you really want me to?”
I hung my head in shame. “No.”
“No, what?” she demanded.
“No, Mistress.”
“Do you want me to brand my initials on your ass?”
I didn’t say anything for nearly a minute.
“Well?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe.”
“Actually all of the things on your wish list will come true. I plan on doing every one of those sick, perverted things to you and a hell of a lot more. I was excited in the beginning when this all started, but the more I did, the more you wanted. It took all the fun out of it. So now it’s become my duty, and I’ve decide to satisfy every one of your filthy needs. And trust me, one of these days someone will kick those little nuggets of yours hard enough that they’ll ring like Christmas bells. I bet you’ll really like it though, won’t you?
“Now, here’s a list of everything that must be done before I get home today. Make sure it is or those tender, little nuggets might be rung harder than you’d really like. That’s not a threat; it’s a fucking promise.”
“I understand, Mistress.”
As she started to leave, she stopped and turned. “Oh, the contractors are coming on Monday to start work on the dungeon in the cellar. I’ve given them a drawing and talked to them extensively. You might want to think about anything special you’d like down there. After all, you’ll be spending a lot of time there in the future.”
Her car drove away, and I looked at the almost impossible list. Today’s tasks included scrubbing the marble floors in the kitchen and bathrooms as well as mowing the lawn and trimming around the entire yard. Oh, there was laundry to do, as well as cleaning the refrigerator.
When I went to the closet to get a mop, it was gone. There was a sponge and a toothbrush in its place with a note. “Hands and knees only and don’t miss a spot.”
It took me most of the morning to do the three rooms. The kitchen was the worse, making sure there were no spots or streaks.
After finishing the bathrooms, I thought I heard someone in the kitchen, so I wen
t back downstairs. There stood Julie, naked as a jay bird.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“What’s it look like. I need you to satisfy something.”
“But….”
“No buts… just make me happy.”
“Yes, Mistress Julie.”
She walked into the living room and leaned back on the couch. I got down on my knees and eased between her thighs. This girl was ready. Juices dripped from her pouting lips and urged me along. I licked and sucked her hot box for several minutes before taking her for a trip through paradise. She moaned and panted, as it continued right into another frenzied orgasm. She was insatiable. She wanted more, but eventually pushed me away.
“You don’t mention this to Margo, or I’ll make it far worse the next time, understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
As she dressed in the kitchen, she noticed my job list and chuckled.
“Since I took up so much of your valuable time, why don’t I help you out a little. I see the only thing you’ve got checked off is the floors. I’ll do some of the refrigerator for you, if that’s okay?”
As she opened it, she just laughed. “Margo’s going to be really mad at you when she gets home.”
She started by throwing a handful eggs on my freshly cleaned floor. That was followed by pouring syrup and orange juice into the mix. I just knelt there and watched in horror as jelly, chocolate syrup and some cottage cheese was dropped onto another section of the tile.
“Am I being helpful enough, slave?”
I didn’t dare answer.
“Obviously I didn’t do it good enough,” she said, as she reached into the cupboard and grabbed a bottle of cooking oil. After removing the top, she walked around and poured the entire container over the floor.
“Now get over here and spread it around,” she demanded.
“Why’d you do that?” I asked.
“Because I wanted to. Now get your ass over here and spread it all over the floor or I’ll make it far worse.”
I was nearly in tears as I crawled on hands and knees into the kitchen. Using both hands I mixed it up and spread it all around. But she still wasn’t satisfied. She walked over and pushed me down into the mess with her foot. The floor was slippery, and I landed on my belly.
“That’s better,” she laughed, as she walked out the door.
It took me several hours to get the floor clean enough to pass my Mistress’s inspection. The vegetable oil was the worst thing to get off the tile. Then I went and showered before continuing with my list. I was just putting in the laundry when I heard a car pull into the driveway.
“Oh shit, she’s home,” I panicked. “I’m in so much trouble.”
Margo came into the kitchen and obviously looked at my list.
“Slave, get your lazy ass down here!” she yelled. “I see that just the floors are all you accomplished today. What have you been doing?”
“Ah… ah… I got the floor done and started on the refrigerator. I spilled some stuff and had to do it over again.”
“This kitchen floor didn’t take you all day. What’d you do, take a nap?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Were you sitting on the computer reading those filthy stories?”
I just let my head drop to my chest and remained silent. I thought it was the best thing to do at the time.
“Well, I think a severe punishment is in order, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“Oh, you’ll be sorry.”
From her purse she got out some keys and unlocked one of cuffs on my wrist.
“Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your back.”
She walked around behind me and looped the handcuff chain under the leg iron chain and locked it back on my wrist.
“Now straighten up. Higher, nice and tall. Now don’t move, I’ll be right back.”
When she returned, she was wearing her hiking boots instead of her black high heels.
“I told you when I left this morning that if everything wasn’t done when I got home, you might get your little bells rung. Well, obviously you didn’t believe me.”
“Please, Mistress,” I begged.
“Spread your legs apart.”
When I did, I saw her leg move and immediately closed my eyes. Suddenly her foot made contact with my balls. They were such an easy target being fully exposed and stretched down in the chastity device. The instep of her hard leather boot landed directly on my tender jewels, driving the wind from my body and crushing my testicles against the unyielding metal cage.
“O – f – f – f – u – u – c – k….” I tried to yell, as my jaw chattered from the pain.
“Ask me to do it again, slave,” she said rather quietly, as if nothing had even happened.
I shook my head back and forth.
“Have it your way, but I’m going to keep kicking them until you ask me to do it one more time.”
Before I could say anything, her foot slammed into my nuts once more. I fought back the vomit, as the pain exploded deep in my intestines.
“N – o – o – o… please, not again,” I finally muttered.
“Ask me to kick you again, because you didn’t finish your jobs today.”
I finally gave in to her. “Please, Mistress, kick me again because I didn’t do what I was supposed to do today.”
She did. Her foot easily found its mark. I screamed and mumbled incoherently as the agony ever increased.
“Now get your worthless ass over there and shove your nose in that corner. You’d better stay there until I tell you differently, and don’t you dare move.”
It was difficult to even crawl after what she did, but I finally managed. I knelt with my nose pushed tight in the corner like a little child.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Julie and Jackie walked in.
“What’d he do wrong?” Julie asked with a little smile.
“He didn’t get his chores done today, so I had to punish him quite severely. I had warned him that if things were not completed when I got home, he’d get is bells rung. So, I locked him up like that and made three successful field goals with his balls. He’ll learn to work harder tomorrow.”
The three of them went out for dinner and left me in the corner. I couldn’t have gone anyway. I had nothing to wear.
Chapter Four
I never moved as the time slowly passed. It would have been difficult anyway, since I was still cuffed in a sort of upright hog tie position. After a while the dull ache in my balls seemed to subside. I was a little angry, because the punishment I endured wasn’t my fault. It took me better than three hours to redo the floor because of her friend. Sure the ketchup and other things wiped up easily, but the cooking oil was another story. That bitch caused me this pain. Then I thought… I hope she doesn’t make this a regular occurrence.
My knees ached from being directly on the hardwood floor, and I had a knot forming in my lower back. But, I remained in a kneeling attention. Then I heard a car in the driveway. Thank God, she was home. Maybe she would finally release me.
Soon I heard voices as the door opened. Margo was not alone, and it wasn’t the twins either. There was a man with her.
“So, where’s your slave babe?” he asked.
“Over in the corner where I put him after his punishment. I left him a simple list of things to do today while I was at work, and he didn’t get it done. So after kicking him in the nuts three times, I sent him to the corner like a pathetic little child.”
“I guess he deserved it. So is he going to bother us?”
“Not if he knows what’s good for him. Come on. We’ll take a bottle of wine and go upstairs.”
By then tears were flowing down over my cheeks. I realized I had lost her too. She was taking him upstairs into our bedroom. I wanted to scream out, “No… no… please don’t,” but I couldn’t. I realized I was getting what I had fantasized about for so many year
s. I finally figured out she was having an affair, and now I was her cuckold slave. I wondered if things could get any worse.
I knelt there silently sobbing, as they made love in my bed. I thought back to the things that happened during my downward spiral and realized that everything was my own fault. I got everything I ever wanted and even more. One thing just led to another, as I went from a successful man to a lowly, worthless slave. The only saving grace will be if my Mistress continues to let me serve her. I don’t want to lose her too.
A couple hours later I heard them come down the stairs. I heard him laugh and call me a looser as he left.
Finally Margo came over and unlocked the ankle cuffs but left my hands locked behind my back. She helped me up and let me sit on a chair in the living room so we could talk. Well, she talked, and I listened.
“I’m sorry it’s come to this. I do love you, but I need something different in my life. I had known about your fetish long before I confronted you. A couple of years ago, when my computer was down, I quickly opened yours to check on something. I don’t even know what it was right now, but one of your sites came up. So I read it. It actually turned me on a little. As I’ve told you, I used to tie up my brothers when we were young, and I wondered what it would be like to tie you up. But I was a little ashamed of finding the stuff on your computer, so I never pursued it.
“Then one day I was looking in the garage for something and found your stash of bondage stuff. That’s when I started reading many of your numerous favorite sites and learned a lot more about you. I realized that you were really into this stuff. Well, after reading about self-bondage, I decided to see if you did any of that stuff you read about. I set a little signal thing, so I would know if you had been using the stuff in that box when I was away. It seemed that every time I was away overnight, you played your little games. Soon after that I confronted you about it.
“Well, one thing led to another. I liked playing the role of Mistress and having you as my slave. But no matter how much we did, you always wanted more. Finally it got to be a chore rather than adding some spice to our sex life. It seemed that every Friday night, after I had worked hard all day, you wanted to be in bondage rather than going out and spending your time with me. So I’d do whatever you wanted and leave you to your pleasures while I’d headed down to Dylan’s alone.
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