Fresh Start

The profound humiliation of being sold at an auction, like a piece of meat, did not begin to poison the atmosphere until light flooded in, revealing all the mysteries of the darkness used to stow away the merchandise. It blinked, struggling to adjust it’s eyes. Indistinguishable colors slowly sharpened into focus to reveal a rather large barn, stocked full of common and uncommon items and equipment. 

Among the bales of straw and farm tools were an unusual selection of shackles, and a stockade. Peering around further, a table filled with odd contraptions and a rack of strange costumes were visible; None of them as foreign and unsettling as the large shadowy figure lumbering straight towards the captive male. It squinted, struggling to make out the face of a large, oddly misshapen man, approaching him, mouth stretched open by a locked gag.

A blind frenzy overcame the wretch, pushing muted shouts out from behind its own oral restraint. Terrified of the humanoid creature that was now gently stroking the thick luscious hair covering its stocky body. It trashed and struggled to no avail. Strung up like a holiday roast, ankles and feet shackled together, exposing a delicate posterior to the whim of the captor. In the next few horrifying minutes, the man-beast deftly shaved down his hog with a long, blood-chilling barber blade. Every stroke of the metal edge taunted the skin with lethal potential, exposing tender flesh around the pig’s genitals to a new level of shame.

False hope washed over the little troll as his barber retreated. For a moment silence brought a profound feeling of relief, only to be squashed by the barn doors swinging open. A long elegant shadow loomed  through followed by the woman from the market, the one who had bid highest.

“Well done, Three,′′ she suddenly towered over the hogtied male. “ finish the preparations and go eat your dinner with the others. You all may return for dessert.” Her words stretched out into a menacing grin across her face.

She pulled a bottle out of her overall pockets, the same dirty, loose fitting overalls from the auction, and downed several large gulps of a pungent smelling spirit. The contents of the bottle weaned as she oversaw her big, awkward servants stocking a station with various items.

“Okay, good” the end of her commands was marked by the sound of the empty bottle hitting the ground. The sound startled the captive and his attention was suddenly consumed by the bare flesh of its Mistress hatching out of her crude clothing. Her ass, perfectly exposed by the tiniest panties, was now in full view. Her figure pacing around the dungeon in a pair of boots and undies, intoxicated the prisoner, rendering him all but amnesic to the circumstances.

As her perfectly spherical buttocks jiggled into a harness, the jolting sensation of a cold, hard object slipping into his anus shattered the fantasy. Three, somehow now uncomfortably close, let out an imbecilic laugh from behind the rubber ball in his wet sloppy mouth, and fed the hose deeper.

 Panic returned, even more desperate than before, when the blade was emasculating the purchase’s privates. Before the flood of anxious presumptions could solidify into a desperate boycott attempt Three turned a crank releasing a steady stream of water through the garden hose nozzle penetrating the male captive. Water gushed in, quickly flooding the intestines. 

“Do at least five rounds, Three. This one looks like it’s eaten a lot of trash.”

For a moment, her scent wafted by, almost ripping the troll away from its misery, but the pleasure soon precluded with a shrinking glimpse of the owner’s toned ass strutting away atop leather boots.

A sinking sensation washed over the hog, all hope dwindling as the stomach distended by the water pressure. 

“WHUH!” Three shouted triumphantly behind the gag, and ripped the hose out of the orifice it had occupied. 

Shame took a new shape at that moment. Foul water spilled uncontrollably from the backside of the newcomer. Nothing could be more degrading than this, the thought was inescapable for him as he vacated helplessly in front of a stranger. The flow seemed neverending, every second bringing more stench and humiliation. Three stood stoic, hose in hand, unbroken gaze. He calmly hosed the mess down a drain and returned to complete his commands; Four more rounds. The scars on his body told tales of what rebelion awards the subjects of this plantation.

The rest would remain a mystery until the enema was done and the Lady returned.

A tied up captured male.
Captured and sold on the market, for a very modest price.

Fanfiction; The True Slavery Experience

Mistresses Isobel Devi and Michelle Lacy using a man in their dungeon.

The follwing fantasy was written by a very kinky boy who aspires to serve Mistress Michelle Lacy, Rubber Barbie, and myself in a filly immersed, female dominated world.

My Incredible Weekend at the Club Domme Estate​

When I first arrived at the Club Domme Estate I was escorted into a closed office and told to have a seat in a small chair facing away from the door toward an office desk at the far end of the room to wait for my Mistresses for the weekend. I assume my initial greeter was another slave who served as a butler. My mouth was dry. My heart was pounding. I was even shaking a little. I couldn’t believe I was actually here! I took some slow deep breaths in and out in an effort to calm myself. After a few minutes I was mostly calm and becoming relaxed. Then I heard footsteps outside the door and then the sound of it being opened. I could tell by the footsteps that more than one person had entered the room. Then the door closed… For a few moments no one said a word. Then I heard my first command for the weekend,

“Stand and turn toward us and drop to your knees!”

I immediately did as commanded. There standing before me were Mistress Michelle Lacy, Rubber Barbie, and Goddess Isobel Devi! I knew that they were absolutely lovey by their photos but these two dimensional images pale to the real women. They are so powerful and well… charming too. Charming sort of like Vampire Countesses in a horror film I guess would be more accurate. For I knew that despite their sophisticated and even caring demeanor these women were predators and I was their prey! My heart was pounding hard again, I could almost hear it throbbing inside my chest. A chill ran from deep inside down into my upper thighs.
Michelle Lacy spoke first, My rules of conduct for the weekend were explained to me. First I was to be stripped of my identity and given a number. I would be “slave four” from now on. I would only speak in response to a direct question, unless I preceded my speaking by a safe word, which was sort of a time out. My safe word for the weekend would be “red”. I was told to NOT forget this word! For that was the only way I could at least temporarily stop any punishment I may be receiving.
After the preliminary greeting Mistress Lacy told me to remove my shoes and socks and place them beneath the chair. She then commanded me to strip EVERYTHING off, fold it neatly and place it in the chair. I could feel my pupils dilate! This was so exciting yet frightening at the same time! I did my best to undress without stumbling and falling then stood before them. I was trembling. Rubber Barbie spoke,

“I think this boy could use a little paddling perhaps to calm him down a little. What do you ladies think?”

They all agreed. Michelle Lacy commanded,

“Bend over and grab your ankles and don’t move until we give you permission!”

​She then walked to the wall and took from a hook a rather large wooden paddle which she then walked over and let me have a closer look….Oh, it was a big one lined with quarter inch holes! She told me,

“We’re each giving you ONE lick. And for this initial punishment there will be NO safeword. You must take one lick from each of us, is that understood? You will reply “Yes Ma’am”.

“Yes Ma’am!”

“Very good, I’m going first, you may close your eyes if it helps.”

The moment stretched on…… then “CRACK!!!!!”
Initially I was surprised at how LOUD it was but that was just for a microsecond! Then the pain exploded in my cheeks! I LEPT straight up grabbing both cheeks, letting out a surprised cry of pain!! OHHHHH my butt was on FIRE! And I could feel the skin swelling already!

“Bend back over and grab your ankles NOW!!!”

I could feel tears already streaming down my face but I did as ordered. Mistress Lacy handed the paddle to Rubber Barbie who came over and placed her palm on my back while ordering

“bend over further, I want that butt nice and tight…”

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. My knees were shaking now……”CRACK!!!!” YEOW!!!!! I leapt up again and began hopping convulsively while squeezing my now swollen and flaming cheeks!

“That’s IT! Get over to my desk and lay across it NOW boy!”
Mistress Michelle Lacy commanded. Tentatively I walked over and lay flat across the desk as ordered. She and Rubber Barbie then came around front and each took hold of one of my hands in both of theirs and pulled back strongly pinning me helplessly across the desk with my stinging butt fully exposed for more punishment…

”Now it’s MY turn.” Commented Goddess Devi
I felt a hand press down firmly on the small of my back.
“Spread your feet wide and push up on the balls of your feet too boy! I think you need a little hand spanking!”
I did as ordered then she exclaimed,
“That’s perfect! Now don’t move!”
I didn’t think a hand spanking would be so bad. Oh was I wrong! She gave me ten blistering HARD slaps directly to the soft, sensitive patch of skin directly between my legs and above my balls. Oh how that stung!!! I’d never been spanked there before. But it was also very erotic and arousing! Goddess Devi commented,
“Gross! I see you enjoyed that. You’re dripping all over the desk and floor! You’re going to lick all that up when I’m through with you! First I need to cool you off a bit though. I think five licks with this paddle will do….”

“Yes, give him five of your best! We’ll hold this miscreant down.”
Rubber Barbie added. The two Goddesses each leaned back further to get my raw butt into perfect position for more! ​Ohhh….. I closed my eyes and held my breath. I knew this was going to hurt!!!…..”CRACK!!!! …..CRACK!!!!!……CRACK!!!!!…… CRACK!!!!…….CRACK!!!!!!”
Ohhhh the STING was HORRIBLE!!!….I was totally blinded by tears! My butt was on FIRE!!! I could feel the skin swelling and stretching too! It was going to be blue and red for the entire weekend! After my paddling I WAS made to lick up my drippy mess too! When satisfied that I had adequately cleaned up after myself, Mistress Lacey put a hood with blindfold on me.  I was then led by my captors out into a different room where I was guided down onto a smooth wooden bench. One of the ladies said,

“We’ve abused your poor bottom enough for the moment. We’ll give it a break.” But we’re not through with you yet…”

Suddenly I felt a strong hand clasping and tugging my cock and balls roughly forward, I yelped a little and then I felt a cord encircled around my cock and balls and pulled tight stretching them away from my body, then I heard the sound of wood thumping down against wood and “they” were trapped in what felt like a wooden vice. One of the ladies came behind me and removed my blindfold.  I discovered that I was seated in a set of medieval stocks and my cock and balls were now locked on the other side of it! Next my hands were placed into slots and a securing top was fastened over them completely trapping me in the stocks. I then heard the unmistakable crack of a whip being tested off somewhere behind me. One of the Goddesses replaced my blindfold. I heard a mischievous giggle. Then Goddess Devi walked before me.

“We’re going to have a little contest, we’re going to clamp some close pins on your cock and balls and then see how many lashes it takes each of us to knock all of them off. Don’t worry, we’ll do our best to only hit the clothes pins.​….”

And that was just the beginning of what was going to be the most incredible weekend of my life! When it was over I was exhausted but I have such wonderful memories that I will cherish for the rest of my life!

Do you share his dream? Or have you already lived it?