Copyright 2009 by Orlando, all rights reserved, Not For Sale

Orlando's newest collection of Femdom Stories:
Humiliated Men: Twisted Tales of Female Domination
Also, Violated Men: Tales of Female Domination

       I turned into her sweeping driveway with my heart pounding like a caged bird that wanted out of my chest.  After years of dreaming about being able to serve a woman as her mindless, totally subservient slave, I was finally taking the plunge.  Six months of worry and preparation had led up to today and now I was here for a week.  One week of living my dream.  One week of giving up complete control of my mind and body and soul to a woman who promised to treat me like the senseless creature that I craved to be.  It was going to be one week of setting aside all of my needs or desires and only doing what pleased her.  I was terrified but terrified meant that my dick was throbbing and trying to burst out of my pants.

       I parked next to the garage and entered the side door into a small den-like room.  It was sparsely furnished with a sofa, end table with a lamp, coffee table, a video camera on a tripod, a whipping frame and a dog cage.  My attention focused on the last two.  My gaze flitted back and forth between the frame and the cage.  The reality of what I was about to do notched my heartbeat up another twenty beats a minute.  Jesus, I was petrified!  I turned at the sound of the opposite door opening.

       “Well, David, I see you came.”

       “My god,” I thought, “she’s…stunning.  I am so ready for this.”

       “Cat got your tongue, David?” she laughed.

       “N…no, Miss Sally,” I stammered.

       “Let’s get started then, shall we?”

       I looked at her blankly.

       “Sit on the couch, David,” she said softly.

       I sat down and folded my hands across my raging erection.  She sat down next to me and patted my knee.

       “We need to put a few things in place before we start, honey,” she said.  “Just some…legal details.”

       “Legal details?”

       “Yes.  I need to have some absolute proof that you are here of your own free will so that you can’t say later that I forced you to do some of the disgusting things I’m going to expect this next week,” she said.

       She delivered that line so sweetly and matter-of-factly that it took a moment to register that she was dead serious about using me in ways that I’d only dreamed about.  I couldn’t help but start rubbing myself through my jeans.  She put her hand out and stopped me.

       “Plenty of time for that later, David,” she chuckled.  “After the video.”

       “Video?”

       “Yes,” she said.  “I find that a continuous video showing that you are not under duress is abundant proof that you are here freely.”

       I looked at the video on the tripod and back at her.  She picked a remote off of the coffee table and held it up.

       “Are you ready, David?” she asked.

       “Uh, I guess so.  What am I supposed to do?”

       “Just answer my questions,” she said, pushing the remote to start recording.

       The red light came on and she said, “Interview with new prospect.  State your name please.”

       “Uh…David,” I said.

       “And why are you here, David?”

       “I…I want to be a slave,” I whispered.

       “What does that mean to you, David?” she asked sweetly.

       “You know like a… a person that belongs to someone else.”

       “Like a possession?” she asked.

       “Y…yes,” I stuttered.

       “And who do you want to belong to?” she asked.

       “To you, Miss.”

       “As my slave, my possession, my…creature?”

       “Yes, oh god, yes,” I whispered.

       “To serve me and my friends in any degrading manner I choose?”

       I nodded.

       “Is that a yes, David?”

       “Yes.”

       “Even something as degrading as…serving as our toilet?”

       I nodded again.

       “I need a yes or a no, David,” she smiled.

       “Yes.”

       “Would you be willing to sign a contract that spells out the terms of your slavery?” she asked.

       “A contract?” I blustered.

       “Yes,” she said firmly, “a binding contract that spells out exactly the conditions of your service.”

       I didn’t know that I was going to be required to sign something.  A trickle of fear wormed its way up my chest.

       “I, uh, can I read it?”

       “Of course, David,” she laughed, laying a document in front of me.  “Take your time.”

       I picked it up and started reading.  It was basically everything we had already discussed over the past six months including the important part that she wouldn’t permanently harm or disfigure me and that the contract length was for a period of one week.  I breathed a sigh of relief and signed.

       “Great,” she gushed.  “You are now my slave.  I’d like you to undress and we’ll wrap this up.”

       I took off all of my clothes and sat back down on the couch.  My erection was so rampant it was all I could do to keep from stroking myself to completion right there.  She smiled encouragingly and handed me a collar.

       “Almost finished, David,” she purred.  “I just need you to put the collar on and then we’ll recap for the camera.”

       I looked at the collar.  It was a thick metal band that seemed to contain some electronics.  I looked at her.

       “Just to be clear, David,” she explained.  “That collar is a heavy duty shock collar.  Right now you can still back out of your decision but once you put it on I will be able to force you to do anything I want.  Once you lock that on you are mine and no amount of pleading will convince me not to make you serve out the full term of your slavery.  Do you understand?”

       I nodded and slowly raised the collar to my neck and locked it on.  Her soft smile hardened and a cruel glint came into her eyes.

       “Let’s recap,” she said.  “Are you my slave?”

       “Yes, Miss.”

       “Willingly?”

       “Yes, Miss.”

       “To use in any fashion I want?”

       “Yes, Miss.”

       “To punish, abuse, degrade, debase and humiliate as I wish?”

       “Yes, Miss.”

       “For as long as I or whoever holds your contract wants to?”

       “Yes, Miss.”

       “Interview over,” she announced and pressed the stop button.

       I had been so in the moment saying yes that her last statement about others holding my contract hadn’t registered until now.  The contract was only for a week so that didn’t make sense.

       “Pardon me, Miss,” I said timidly, “but I don’t understand the others part.  I thought…I thought that I would be living here with you for the week.”

       “You will, silly,” she giggled.  “It will take longer than that to train you.  I’m talking about later when I sell you.”

       “What?  But we have a contract and…a video and…”

       “We do have a video,” she said coldly.  “And it clearly shows you agreeing to the terms and signing it.”

       “It says one week,” I pointed out.

       “I don’t do a week,” she said.  “I do permanent acquisitions.”

       “But we have a contract that says a week,” I said stubbornly.

       “A mere formality,” she laughed.  “You’ll sign the real one later.”

       I jumped to my feet.  I had seriously misjudged this whole situation but, I had always been quick to analyze and take action.  I scooped my pants from the floor and bolted for the door.  My hand was reaching for the knob when the lightning bolt to my neck put me on the ground.

       “I’m very impressed with your rapid evaluation of your new circumstances, David,” she said pleasantly.  “Most of my captures are much more confused at this point.  You are going to be a real treasure.”

       I rolled over and looked at her.  In spite of her soft, warm manner, I could see nothing but ice in her eyes.  I dropped my eyes to the carpet and let my mind run over how I might escape.

       “Oh, David,” she said, plainly knowing my thoughts.  “I’m going to have so much fun punishing you when you try to leave.”

       I looked back up glumly.

       “In fact,” she continued, “I need to punish you right now for that first foolish attempt, so please drape yourself over the frame so we can get started.”

       I couldn’t see any way to avoid what was coming.  I stumbled to my feet and bent over the whipping frame.  She secured my hands and feet and ran a belt around my waist.  I could barely wiggle my ass.

       “This is really going to hurt, David,” she said gently.  “I use a cane for punishment and it’s very brutal.  I find, however, that my slaves learn much faster not to misbehave when they know how serious the consequences are.”

       The next ten minutes were worse than anything I had ever experienced.  I had broken my arm once in a third world country and had it set without the benefit of any pain killers.  That had been a pleasant experience compared to the searing white hot blasts of pure torture that each stroke of that cane had been.  She gave me twenty-five strokes and after each I thought I was going to die.  When she was done I could feel a trickle of blood running down the inside of my right thigh where she had opened a cut.

       “Oh dear,” she said with fake concern, “I seem to have broken the skin a bit.  That’s going to really hurt when I have to give you fifty more.”

       I started crying.  I didn’t want fifty more.  I hadn’t done anything to deserve fifty more.

       “But, Miss…”

       “But what, David?”

       “I…didn’t do…”

       “Anything to deserve fifty more?”

       “Yes.”

       “I know, sweetie, but you will.”

       “I promise I won’t, Miss, please, I promise,” I blubbered.

       “Really?”

       “Really, Miss, I promise.”

       “Oh, David, that’s so great,” she said happily, clapping her hands.  “I really don’t want to hurt you if I don’t have to.”

       A wave of relief washed over me as she undid my restraints. 

       “One more thing for right now, lover,” she purred.  “Get up on the table on all fours.”

       I crawled to the coffee table and got up on it.  My penis had seriously deflated during the caning, but her soft hand between my legs stirred life back into it.  Within a minute she had me panting and thrusting my hips trying to get enough friction.  Her hand let go for a second and then I felt something cold encircle the tip.

       “This is going to hurt a bit, baby,” she cooed in my ear.

       The spike of pain that hit the end of my dick caused me to crumple.  My hands tried to find their way down to my penis but she batted them away.  I heard a metallic click and the pain eased to a dull throb.

       “There there, sweet-boy, all done.”

       She let go of me and moved to the sofa and sat down.  I looked down at my cock.  The end had a metal band around it with a small ring welded to the top.

       “It hurts, Miss,” I wailed.  “Please take it off.”

       “It doesn’t come off,” she said pleasantly.  “It’s permanent.”

       “Permanent?”

       “Yes.  I permanently banded you so that I can attach a lead to your dick to control you.  It has a sharp spike that goes through a hole in the top of the band right through your dick and self-locks into the bottom.  It can’t ever be unlocked and it’s impossible to cut off and burning it off would…”

       “But how do I masturbate with it?”

       “That is a bit of a problem,” she mused, “but it doesn’t really matter because I never allow my slaves sexual relief anyway.”

       “Never allows her slaves any sexual relief?” I thought.  “I have to get out of here.”

       “David,” she giggled, reading my mind again. “I thought you said you were going to be good.”

       The image of her standing behind me with that cane blossomed in my mind.  I couldn’t stand another beating like that but…no masturbation?  I shuddered and put my thoughts away.

       “I will, Miss, I promise.”

       “I’m sure you will, David,” she said dryly.  “Now please get in the cage, sweetie, I have a few things to do before I show you off.”

       I crawled into the cage.  Show me off?  She was already going to show me off to strangers?  My dick got harder thinking about it.  Maybe when she left I could see if I could get enough stimulation even with the damn band around the end.  That plan came to a quick end as the reason for the band on my dick became clear.  She clipped a lead on the ring, pulled my dick between my legs and fastened it to the top of the cage.

       “Wouldn’t want you getting in trouble, would we?” she giggled.

       The lead pulled my ass up in the air and left me kneeling in a very uncomfortable position.  My legs were already trembling.  She dropped a sheaf of papers and a pen in front of me.

       “I need you to sign all of these before I get back,” she said sweetly and left.

       I thumbed through the documents.  The first was a contract just like I had signed on camera but the term was forever and it didn’t prohibit permanent changes to my body.  The next was a general power-of-attorney and the rest were forms transferring all of my assets to her.  There was no way I was signing these.  I dropped them back on the floor of the cage and waited for her return.

***

       She came back two hours later, unclipped my dick and looked at the papers.

       “David,” she said disappointedly, “you didn’t sign.”

       “Miss Sally, please.  It’s not right.  I…”

       “No it isn’t, is it?  The thing is, David, I don’t give a shit.  You belong to me now.  You will sign everything you own over to me and then I will train you to be a mindless obedient servant like the one in the stupid fantasy that swirls around in your brain.  The one that you couldn’t stop whacking off to that brought you to me.  Then, I will sell you for a lot of money.”

       “But, Miss Sally, please I…”

       “Get on the frame, lover,” she purred.  “It’s time for fifty more.”

       “Fifty?  Fifty?  Oh god no!” my mind screamed.

       “Please, Miss, I’ll…I’ve changed my mind, I’ll sign.”

       “I know you will, honey,” she said sweetly, “right after I’m finished.”

       I crawled to her and wrapped my hands around her legs.  I buried my face in her thighs and begged like my life depended on it.

       “Miss Sally, I’m sorry.  Please don’t, please.  I’ll sign.  Please don’t.”

       “David, we’re wasting time and I have guests waiting.  Get over the frame so we can get this over with.”

       “Please, Miss, I’ll…”

       “The frame, David, or I’ll make it a hundred.”

       “Miss Sally, please,” I begged, “isn’t there anything I can do?”

       “Yes, David, you can.  You can scream for me while I cane you and then plead with me to stop and promise me you’ll never do it again.

       “I will, I do, I …”

       “But it won’t stop me, pumpkin, because I have a point to make.”

       “But I said I sign,” I pleaded.

       “I know, sweet-pea, but you need to learn.”

       I clutched her legs and slobbered all over her panties.  I kept trying to convince her to please let me sign and skip the punishment.  Fifty more with that cane was going to leave me crippled.  She ignored my pleading and strapped me down as before.

       Maybe the neighbors are used to the bloodcurdling shrieks that come from her house.  To me they were clearly the cries of a man being pushed beyond all sense and reason.  They were the piteous wailings of a man who had touched the edges of hell and would not return as the same person.  It was ten times worse than before.  She gave me twice as many cuts and every one of them on top of a festering one from the first time.  Half of my ass and thighs were bleeding before she was done.  I was bawling like a baby.

       “Do you think you could sign now, lover, we have a lot to do,” she asked pleasantly.

       My tears smudged every document but somehow I signed.  The only other option was not even on my radar anymore.

       “Such a good boy,” she purred, rubbing my head like I was her pet.  “Let’s go meet your potential new owner.”

       I followed docilely along behind her as we went further into the house and out to the living room.  I could see the feet of two other people in the room but I didn’t raise my eyes above their ankles.

       “I didn’t believe it when you told me he wanted to do this,” I heard a voice I recognized say.

       I lifted my head and saw my ex-girlfriend Melissa and her bitchy friend Belinda grinning at me.  I ducked my head back down.

       “Did he actually sign that contract you showed me, Sally?” I heard Melissa ask.

       “With a tiny nudge,” Sally said.

       “I think we heard that nudge part,” Belinda giggled.

       “Yes, sometimes my prospects tend to be a bit reluctant,” Sally laughed.

       “So now he’s your slave?” Melissa asked.

       “For right now,” Sally said, “but I plan to sell him after I have him trained.”

       “Sell him?  Really?  To who?” Melissa asked.

       “I thought you might want to buy him,” Sally chuckled, “it’s why I invited you.”

       “Me?  Oh…I…uh…”

       “I thought so,” Sally said smugly.

       “But…”

       “But what, Melissa?”

       “I don’t know it’s just…”

       “Just what, Melissa?”

       “It seems so cruel.”

       “Well, you could buy him and set him free,” Sally joked.

       I could feel the wheels turn in Melissa’s mind.  She and I had enjoyed a very tumultuous relationship.  It had gotten to the point where we hated each other even though we were still living together.  Then she had caught me cheating on her and gone ballistic and the breakup had been about as bad as it could have been considering we weren’t married.  She had to hate me and be toying with the possibilities for revenge that would come with having me under her thumb.  I could feel the wheels mesh.

       “Can I whip him?” she asked.

       “Melissa,” Sally laughed, “you can do whatever twisted thing your mind can conceive.”

       “Really?”

       “Of course.”

       “Anything?”

       “What is something that you’ve always wanted to do, Melissa?” Sally asked softly.

       “I…I always wanted him to…”

       “What?”

       “Lick my ass,” Melissa whispered.

       “That’s it?  Lick your ass?  That’s it?” Sally asked incredulously.

       “He wouldn’t ever do it,” Melissa said sheepishly.

       “Why?”

       “He said it was…dirty.”

       “Did he?” Sally tittered.  “How…insensitive of him.”

       “Well, I didn’t think that exactly, it’s just…”

       “It’s just what?” Sally demanded.

       “I wanted it,” Melissa said softly.  “I thought it would be really sensual and…oh…”

       “Oh, as in you are… turned on thinking about it?”

       “Yes, Melissa breathed.

       “Would you like him to do that for you right now?” Sally asked.

       “You can make him…do that?”

       “Melissa, he’s a slave.”

       “Oh.”

       “So?  Do you want him to?”

       I could feel the heat coming from Melissa’s face.  She had bugged me so many times to lick her behind that it had gotten old.  I had always told her no.  It seemed like such a one way deal to me, so pointless and unclean.  It would be as if I were her toilet paper instead of her lover.

       “Yes,” she whispered.

       Sally stepped up next to me and leaned in so that she could speak very softly in my ear.

       “David,” she asked gently, “how would you like another hundred with the cane?”

       I couldn’t help the involuntary tremble that started at my extremities and whiplashed its way through my whole body.  I couldn’t stand another session with her cane.  She laughed.

       “I take that as a no,” she giggled.  “Stick out your tongue.”

       I stuck my tongue out and watched as my ex stood in front of me, pulled down her panties and pushed her ass into my face.