My Gift

May

We began our fifth month by having Milady’s lover, Brendan, visiting us on the weekends.  My role as slave and servant to Milady has been expanded to pleasing him as well.  Milady does not let him punish me, but he often makes suggestions or corrects my behaviour.  It was at his request that I build a new bondage tool for Milady.  Under his direction I secure four lengths of sturdy chain from the ceiling in the garage to the floor.  Then I pull each one tight and anchor it to the floor.  Then I link four horizontal chains to the vertical chains forming a net of heavy chain.  With this light weight system, Milady can efficiently and quickly secure my wrists, ankles, collar, nose, or nipple rings to any point on the chain.  The device can become stocks, spreader, or pillory at her will.  With the warmer weather Mistress has been using the garage more often for my punishment sessions than the little dungeon.  She has more room to move around this way and it is more comfortable for her.  She has added a large reclining settee and a big comfy chair so that she may spend some more time with me.

On this sunny Saturday I had caught up on all my chores and ended up just waiting for Milady to get up.  Brendan was up early so he had me suck him off before I was to make him breakfast.  As I got on my knees before his chair, he had me move under the table so that he could read the paper.  While I was sucking under the table, I heard him reach for the scissors and he began to cut something out.  After a while I noticed that Milady was up and so Brendan let me out to service Milady.  When we returned from the bathroom Brendan showed Mistress what he had been working on.  It was a stencil that read “Milady’s Slave”.   He gave it to Mistress and asked if she would like to give me a ‘Sun Brand’.  She asked what that was and he explained that they would stake me out on the back lawn and cover all of me except my back.  On my back they would place the stencil which would expose only part of my skin.  I would be sunburned where the letters were and my back would read “Milady’s Slave” for the next few weeks.  So they took me out to the back yard and laid down a blanket for me to rest.  Then they secured my arms and legs spread wide.  The covered all of me with sheets except my back where they laid out the stencil.  Milady taped it to my back so that it wouldn’t blow away.  Then they left me there to bake in the sun.

I lay in the darkness under the sheet as I listen to Milady and her lover play about in the back yard.  I can hear drinks being stirred, the occasional passionate kiss.  Unfortunately I did not prepare myself to be bound for a long period of time.  Buy the time four hours in the sun passed by, I had to pee.  Milady came to check on me and told me that she didn’t plan on letting me up until after the sun sets, so I might as well do what I had to do.  I didn’t want to lie in a puddle of pee for another five hours but it was very uncomfortable and soon I had to let my bladder go.  My hips were wet and my back was incredibly sore.  Brendan had noticed that I peed myself and offered to help me cool down a bit.  Milady told him okay but not to do anything on the stencil.  He moved around and withdrew his member.  A hot stream came down across my neck and head leaving me in a smelly puddle.  It took a while for the evening to come but soon everything got dark and Milady released me from the position.  I was allowed to kiss her feet.  She said I should also than Brendan for watering me.  I kneeled before him and kissed his cock in gratitude.  Milady got out her camera to document my gratitude.  Then she had Brendan remove the stencil on my back to reveal bare white skin accented by glowing red letters that ready “Milady’s Slave”.

Milady had me sit on the floor as she rubbed some aloe across my back.  She told me to go rest for half an hour and then let the aloe sink into my skin.  It cooled my sunburned back and I thanked her for the relief.  I got her a drink and then retired to my futon in my room.  A half hour later she returned and instructed me to go have a cool shower.  When I dried she took me into the garage and secured my wrists wide apart on her chain bondage rack.  Then she photographed me from a few angles to show off her ‘Sun Brand’. 

Later that evening Brendan poked his head into my room and told me to come with them; they are going out.  I am not allowed to wear any clothes when I am at home, Milady told me to put on a pair of gym shorts and wear a vest.  We went out to the car and they instructed me to get into the trunk.  I slipped in and they closed the trunk lid with a bang.  I rode in a trunk before when I was a teenager.  We would sneek into the drive in theaters by going through the ticket window in the trunk of the car.  This, however, was different.  The car bumped and turned through the night.  Soon we stopped at a parking lot filled with other cars.  The trunk lid open and Brendan slipped a blindfold over my eyes.  I felt someone take a hold of my nose ring and led me out of the car and across the lot.  We went up some steps and from the warmth of the room I could feel that we were inside.

There was a lot of noise, chatter and music going on.  It was hard to tell where I was from all the sounds coming around me.  I could feel my nose ring being pulled a little and then secured by a clip or some kind of snap.  Then someone took my hands and locked them behind me.  Finally a gag was placed in my mouth.  This was a different kind of gag, it was metal and forced my mouth open but allowed me to breath.  I was to learn later that it was called a ring gag.

As I stood there listening to the laughter and chatter I would feel someone touch me.  Sometimes someone would trace the burn on my back.  Sometimes someone would check out my chastity cage.  Every now and then there would be a tug on my nipple rings or a slap on the rump.  As the evening progressed I would hear people talking about “Who is Milady?” or “Who is that sexy lady with Brendan?”  They would comment that she is pretty and lucky to have such a slave as me. 

I felt a tug on my nipple ring and then on the other ring.  A familiar voice said “I did these.”  I knew that voice; it was Bonnie from the piercing studio.  She moved behind me and traced my tattoos showing them off.  “I should go see Milady” as she moved away.  I heard her say “Hello Milady my dear, your slave looks lovely on display.”  They hugged hello and talked for a while.  Bonnie could see that my legs were flexing and asked Milady if Mistress would mind if Bonnie would walk me around a bit.  Milady gave her approval and with that Bonnie released my nose ring and attached a new lead to it.  She then removed my blindfold and I could finally see what was going on.

It was a large party; there must have been fifty or sixty people there.  Bonnie took me about the room stopping here and there to watch people playing.  There was a station where a girl was tied to a kind of saw horse.  Her hands were tied to the legs and her ass was being flogged.  We walked beside two guys kissing and feeling each other up in the corner.  We moved around the room and it was like a psychedelic cocktail party.  There were submissives on leashes standing or kneeling besides their masters and mistresses.  Transvestite maids walk about serving drinks and carry trays of hors d’oeuvres.   Aside from a few sights that make my eyes pop, most of this is like any party I have ever been to.  There are the wall flowers, the jokesters, the entertainers and the serious discussers all playing their respective roles.  Bonnie ended up at the food table where she joined Milady over a tasty tiny spring roll.  Milady said she would like to return me to my display place and Bonnie took me back to the side of room where a cable dangled from the ceiling.  She re-clipped my nose ring to the drop and took off her leash cable.  She replaced the blindfold over my eyes and gave me a slap on the rump.

I listened to the sounds of the party and wondered what was going on.  I wondered what was going on to accompany the sounds of cries, moans, and laughter of the event.  I truly wondered what Milady and Brendan were up to.  Then after a couple of hours I felt them unhook me and they removed my blindfold so we could all make it out to the car.  We drove home and once we were there Milady took me into the bathroom.  I sat below her with my mouth open to receive her pee and as she relaxed a big drop of cum slipped out of her pussy into my mouth.  Well, I guess I now know what Milady and Brendan were doing at the party.  Milady was always very private about making love but I know one of her fantasies when were husband and wife was to have sex in a public place.  Milady relieved herself on me and sent me to my room for the night; then Brendan and she went to bed.

I have a holiday from work in May.  I have always scheduled it then so that it would fall on our wedding anniversary.  For two weeks I escape work and we usually travel to someplace exotic.  Milady announced that she was ready for our vacation.  She had decided that she and Brendan were going to go to the east coast.  They would use our air miles and fly to South Carolina and drive along the coast.  Brendan knew of a few bed and breakfasts along the way and she was sure that they would enjoy themselves.  I would be responsible for taking care of the yard and house while she was gone.  Milady had arranged with Bonnie to come over and check on me every couple of days.  She would lock me in the kitchen leashed to the stove.  I would have enough length on my leash that I could go to the bathroom but for the most part I would be restricted to that one room.  I would not be allowed my futon or pillow but I could have a blanket.  When Bonnie comes over, I am to be outside watering the garden, or mowing the lawn.  Bonnie was free to do whatever she liked with me but I was not to be a pest to her.  Also, Milady would be the one who kept the key to my chastity device.  So I could expect no relief.

The next weekend Brendan and Milady left for their holiday.  I was charged with driving them to the airport and taking their luggage to the terminal.  Bonnie would meet me there sometime in the morning expecting to find me tethered in the kitchen waiting for her.  Mistress left her a sealed envelope of instructions on the counter.  I began by cleaning up the breakfast dishes and arranging the general cleanliness of the kitchen.  I experimented with the length of leash that Milady left me.  I could go to the phone in the dining room, reach the bathroom toilet but not the shower, and anywhere in the kitchen.  I couldn’t go to the front door or the back door.  Of the light switches I could only reach the lights in the kitchen and bathroom, Milady had turned off the rest of the lights in the house. 

I heard the front door open and someone came through with stuff from the mailbox.  Bonnie came into the kitchen with the mail.  I stood from my chair to greet her.  She smiled at me, said hello, and enquired about the letter from Milady.  I gave her Mistress’ envelope.  She opened it and read:

Hello my dear friend.

Thank you for looking after my slave.  Please do not treat him as anything but a slave for I do not want to loose any of my training and that his what he asked for when he gave himself to me.  While he is in your charge you may do with him as you like within the following limits.  Please do not mark or pierce him.  I have the key to his chastity harness but you are free to use any of his other holes.  Please have him mow the lawn and water the plants under your supervision.  You are welcome to use my playroom; slave will show you the toy collection.  I have taught the slave to drink my pee, please use him if you like.

With Love,

Milady

Bonnie smiled at me and took me into the bathroom.  She removed her pants and panties then put one foot on the toilet.  She told me to get between her legs and put my mouth over her pussy.  As I did she began to leg go a slow steady of stream.  She was different tasting than Milady but not better or worse.  I licked her dry and then stopped to let her get dress.  She told me not to stop and to continue licking her pussy.  I slide my tongue up and down the split of her cunny but stopped at the triangle piercing at the join of her lips.  I concentrated on that sensitive spot and soon she quivered and cum.  She pushed her pelvis into my face and rubbed her juices across my cheeks.  She grabbed my hair and pulled it in tighter to her so that I had no choice to take in her beautiful scent.  I was instructed not to wash or bath until she came back.

She released me and smiled.  She said she was going to like visiting me for the next two weeks.  The next day she returned with a bag of supplies.  I was instructed to sit in the center of the kitchen on a stool.  Bonnie moved behind me and took something from the bag.  In the five months that Milady and I have ventured into this lifestyle, I never got to visit the barber and I have become quite shaggy.  Now Bonnie was going to cut my hair.  She started with a pair of scissors and reduced the bulk of my hair to a short crop.  Then she lathered up my head and began to run a razor across my scalp.  She removed all my hair and save for my eyebrows, my body was now completely hairless.  She said that “Milady is going to be very surprised at the look of her slave”.

The next two weeks flowed quickly.  Bonnie would come over and water me before I watered the plants.  She had me work outside a great deal so that my bald head would tan a bit in the warm sun and lose some of its whiteness.  We have a tall six foot fence surrounding our backyard, but still she insisted that I wear shorts when I was outside.  She also said that I must wear a t-shirt so that I would maintain my ‘Sun Brand’.   When I was finished my chores she would lay back on one of the patio loungers while I pleased her with my tongue.  She insisted that I keep working on making my ass hole more relaxed and able to take just about any cock.  I was instructed that I must keep my hole lubricated and keep using different size dildoes and butt plugs in it.  She would often sit behind me reading a book while sliding a large dildo in and out of my ass.  She would be relaxed, thoughtlessly fucking me, while she lost herself in a book.

Bonnie came over and brought a large wire mesh cage with her.  It is the kind of cage that dog owners use to pen up their big dogs.  She placed it in the kitchen and lined the bottom with a thick blanket.  Then after my day of work pleasing her, she guided me into the cage and secured the door.  She snapped a plastic clip over the doors lock securing me inside the caged space saying “this is going to be your home until I come back.”  From now on, whenever she was not with me I would be penned up.  I could get out by breaking the clip, but there would be no way to do it without her knowing.  I sensed that would be a rather intense punishment.  Our wedding anniversary passed unnoticed while Milady was off on vacation.  I realized it occurred when I glanced at the calendar while captive in the kitchen.  Rather than any celebration, I was tormented, raped, and set to work in the back yard.

The end of month was here and it was time for Milady and Brendan’s return.  Bonnie checked her e-mail from Mistress that said their plane would be arriving that evening.  We drove to the airport to pick them up.  Bonnie insisted I wear a black cowboy hat, dark jeans and a vest without a shirt.  She linked my nipple rings with a little chain so that it looked stylish behind the vest.  I was instructed to stand by the luggage pickup while Bonnie went to pick up Milady.   I saw them come down the escalator.  Milady and Bonnie were holding hands as they descended.  But there was no Brendan.  Milady came over to me and looked over my outfit.  She looked beautiful.  She was tanned and very relaxed looking.  She smiled wondered about the hat.  “Show her,” Bonnie commanded.  I removed my hat and displayed my bald pate.  I replaced my hat as Milady laughed.  They gave me Milady’s luggage tags and directed me to go get her bags. 

I placed Milady’s luggage into the boot of the car and we drove home.  She and Bonnie giggled in the back paying no attention to me.  Milady told her that she had a wonderful time with Brendan and fucked like they were on a honeymoon.  But after a week Milady wanted more than a convenient cock.  Brendan was not a sparkling conversationalist and they decided that he would go explore a bit more in the Southern States and she would head home.  It was a friendly split but it was the right time to go. 

Milady asked how Bonnie did with her slave.  Bonnie said that all went well but if it wasn’t too invasive, she thought that Milady was not using me to her best potential.  She was treating me as if I was some sweet little submissive that she was allowing to get his rocks off by playing with her, instead of using him as a true slave.  Milady listened quietly and then asked, “What does it mean to have a slave?”  Bonnie describe that it goes beyond playing and becomes a lifestyle.  The car pulled into the driveway and I opened the door for them to get out before I brought the luggage in.  But before I could go back for the bags, Milady had to use the bathroom and it had been days since he last had a human toilet.  I attended to Milady who was very full, there was no way I could drink her all in and it overflowed.  Milady sent me out to get the bags then come back and clean up the bathroom.

Bonnie and Milady went out into the backyard for some evening air and to catch up.  Bonnie told Milady that she wanted to help me remain in slave mode and that is why she took away my hair.  It was like removing my identity.  She closed in my world, and that was the reason I had to spend my nights in a cage.  She continued to train my ass so that I could be easily used.  Bonnie commented how I took to the training well and that she hoped Milady would continue.  Mistress smiled and yawned a little because she was tired from her day of travel.  Bonnie left for home and Milady was ready for bed.  I undressed her and tucked her into her bed.  As I turned out the light she said “go sleep in your cage.”

June

Our sixth month of our new relationship began a new phase.  Bonnie and Milady began to train me to be a proper slave.  My duties still remained the same.  I was to take care of the house, look after the yard, and be at Mistress’s call for any duty that she demanded.  They also began training me to perform new functions and extend my limits.  Bonnie taught Milady how to safely add pain for me to endure.  She would start by standing me up against the chain stocks with my arms stretched up above me.  Then she began applying clothespins to my skin.  First she would start with ten.  They would be placed strategically on my tits, underarms, love handles, and testicles.  Then she would increase the load to twenty, then thirty.  The problem with wearing clips isn’t in the putting them on, or even enduring the pain of the pinch while they are one.  The problem is that when they are removed blood flows back to the point of the pinch.  If the clip is removed very slowly it is not so bad.  Unfortunately for me, Bonnie taught Milady how to make a ‘zipper’.  By running a string through the spring of all the clips, then with one quick tug, a row of clips pulled off in an instant.  Bonnie wants to show what it is like to rip off 50 clips in one tug.

Bonnie has quite convinced Mistress that the purposes of a slave is demonstrating their devotion to their owners as well as provide pleasure and comfort.  While it is wonderful to keep a slave to your self, Bonnie thought that slaves should be seen.  However, before I was to be seen, I must be shaped.  It was decided that I was to exercise for 45 minutes each morning and evening.  Bonnie was a regular visitor to the house.  Bonnie worked in the afternoon and evenings so I would only see her for a short time every couple of days.  She and Milady would go out for lunches and visit.  They even chatted on the phone a lot which is something Mistress hated to do.

On weekends, Bonnie would come over for visits.  I would serve her and Milady tea as they sat in the sunny back yard.  Bonnie came up with a way for me to wait on them and still be ass trained.  She attached a dildo to a sturdy stick and planted into the ground.  I would have to rise as high on my toes as I could and slide the cock into my ass.  Then lowering myself onto the post, the cock would impale me.  If they needed more tea or cakes, I would have to rise and serve them.  After my service I would have to return to the position on the post.  Her goal was that my ass will welcome as many cocks that may be interested in it.  Milady went along with the plan.

There was going to be a summer party for the bdsm group that Milady and Bonnie visited.  They decided that they would take me to the party as a party favour.  The plan was that I would be displayed bent over a saw horse.  Bent over that way my ass was totally accessible.  My cock was still locked up in its chastity devise but my balls were exposed.  The women then covered me with a sheet leaving only my bottom exposed.  The sheet also covered my head where they cut open a hole large enough to reveal my mouth.  There was a little side table with a bowl of condoms and assortment of dildoes and plugs.  Then with a marker, they wrote on the sheet, ‘two holes no waiting’ and other invitations to use me.  They placed a space on the sheet for people to count how many times they used me.  They left me tied like this at the party for the whole evening.  The party began in the early evening and some of the early people would lube up a dildo and slide it into my rear.  A little later I would hear some laughing as they worked a toy in and out of my bottom when someone else said “open up” and then he pushed his cock into my mouth.  My training as a cock sucker came into play and I took him all the way.  Throughout the evening my mouth and ass were used over 40 times according to the tallies on the sheet.  Some did not use condoms at either end and so when we were ready to go Milady commented that it was good they didn’t feed me since I had so much protein to eat.  I was exhausted and sore.  My jaw ached from being open so much and my rear hurt from being constantly used.  But as we left to go home I heard Bonnie comment that I performed well.  Oddly enough, I had a bit of pride.

Bonnie and Milady would take me to other parties throughout the summer; however they would never reveal who I was.  I was not allowed to speak if my mouth was free but usually I would be gagged.  I would wear a t-shirt that would not show my tattoos but would have my nipple rings exposed for play or tethering.  I would think that most people would remember who I was because of the red chastity device that held my cock but no one would ever get a chance to know me.  Sometimes Bonnie and Milady would leave me in the cage at home while they went out to different parties but most of the time they would just spend their weekends at home.  They had become friends over the past month which is odd because before our lifestyle change Milady didn’t have any girlfriends.  She was content sharing her time with me.

During this month work was particularly difficult.  Workmates would notice that I was walking funny every now and then.  Of course they noticed my shaved head.  I told them that it was cut as part of a fund raiser to help a charity group.  I was very tired because of the added exercise that I was being put through.  But the people also noticed that I was happier and more inventive than ever.  It must have been my time when I could meditate.  People also noticed what great shape I was in.  I had lost almost all of my extra body fat and was even to get a set of abs on my flat tummy.  I could run for 40 minutes without becoming winded.  I was also in great health.  I had never felt so healthy.

I had to go to the doctor for my annual physical.  Milady decided that for this one day I could remove my chastity belt as it was one more thing that need not be explained at this time.  It was enough that I had new tattoos and pierced parts.  When my female family doctor came into the examining room she saw me sitting on the table in only my underwear and socks.  She smiled and checked her chart.  She called me by my name and said “hello”.  This was the first time, aside from a work situation, where anyone had called me by name.  I was not used to hearing it.  She examined my eyes, ears, and nose.  She noticed I was pierced but was not wearing any thing.  She then checked my lungs and heart; all good sounds.  She commented that my blood tests were excellent and that my blood sugars and cholesterol levels have dropped significantly.  She also noted that there was a bit of scarring on my back from a sun burn.  It was a good thing she couldn’t make out what it used to read.  She had me lie down and examined my testicles.  She noticed I was completely shaved, so I mentioned that it improved my love life.  Then I was to turn onto my side while she lubed up her finger and slide it into my rectum.  Her finger slipped in very easily as it was tiny compared to most things lately that have been up my rear.  “Well,” she said, “whatever you are doing is apparently working very well for you.  I have been your doctor now for nearly 25 years and I have never seen you in such good health.  Keep it up.”

I met Milady in the doctor’s office and we went off.  I happily told Mistress all that the doctor had said and she too was very happy with my physical appearance.  Milady wanted to go out for lunch so we headed off to that same Italian restaurant.  It was time again for our review of the last few months.  This would be our very last check-in with each other for the duration of my gift.  We originally planned that we would meet one month after we started, then again three months after we began, and finally six months after our lifestyle had changed.  It has been a very interesting six months.  In that time I have lost all my rights as a person only to become a property of Milady.  I have been used by others and watched Milady make love to other men.  I have endured many levels of pain and punishment as well as had my body pierced and marked. 

Milady said that she had enjoyed the experience thus far.  She very much liked fucking another man and expanding her sexual horizon.  She found it very interesting to have a relationship with another lover and she appreciated the opportunity to have the change.  Even though things with her and Brendan didn’t end quite the way she liked, she very much enjoyed the adventure.  She also liked controlling my body.  She especially liked controlling my orgasms and erections.  She was not all that sure about using me for public play but she bowed to Bonnie’s experience that it would be good training for me.  She also liked that physic was changing from all my training and that it was too bad that I was just a slave, other wise she might like to fuck me.   Milady asked if I would like to use my phrase and conclude this lifestyle but I told her I was willing to continue if it pleased her.  She said that she was pleased and that we will go on.  

The bathrooms in this restaurant are very tiny and at the back of the place.  Milady instructed me to pay the bill with my Visa and then meet her in the ladies room.  I signed the bill and then slipped to the room.  No one was looking and so I moved into the small ladies room.  Milady was there waiting for me.  She spread her legs and instructed me to get on the floor with my face to her crotch.  She relaxed and a golden stream flowed into my open mouth.  I drank her in and then licked her dry.  She let her skirt fall then moved to the mirror to touch up her make up.  Then she left me in the room.  I stepped out and there was another woman waiting to come in.  “Oops, sorry, wrong room” I apologized.  I blushed red as I met Milady outside.

Milady took me home and attached my arms and legs to the chains secured in the garage.  She told me that she was happy that I got a clean bill of health.  Now it was time for me to pay for my arrogance and pride at doing so well.  She rubbed her self close to me and snaked her way up my torso, stopping to insert the ring in my nose.  She then reapplied my collar.  Finally she picked up a flogger.  It was a gift the Brendan gave her.  The flogger was made out of soft leather braided into twenty tails.  She reached back with the whip and brought it down against my chest.  Milady stopped because she realized she missed something.  She went to her toy kit and brought out a hockey goalie mask.  The mask covered my face, she even included a mask over the eyes so I could not see, and it had a throat protector on it.  Masked up like this, she was now free to whip my entire body.  The crop would inflict more serious damage to my internal organs so it cannot be used in certain areas.  The flogger is softer but still stings.  And she could use it anywhere on my body.

She began by whipping my chest and did not stop until I was rosy red from my shins to my shoulders.  She concentrated on whipping my unconstrained cock.  Each stroke on my member felt excruciatingly painful but because my cock has had no attention for months it stood tall in a constant erection.  The longer it was hard; the more she whipped it.  It became a workout for Milady.  She stretched both arms and put her body into the force of her swing.  I would listen to her as she stopped for a moment and sat down on the edge of her settee.  Then I heard something strange.  She was moaning and panting.  She was masturbating and she was punishing me.  I could hear her fingers sliding in and out, back and force.  She cried out as she came and recovered her breathing.  Then she returned to another round of whipping me.  This went on for the entire evening until Bonnie came in.  Bonnie and Milady sat down in the room chatting while I hung from the chains.  Milady was telling her that it seemed that the more she whipped me the wetter her pussy became.  She told Bonnie that she masturbated a couple of times just to release the pressure.

Bonnie asked if she could see Milady’s pussy to see how wet it was.  I heard Mistress comply as Bonnie expressed how beautiful her cunny was.  Then I heard licking and Milady moaning again.  Soon I could tell that they were kissing.  As I hung there in pain, Milady and Bonnie made love on the settee.  Time went on forever, when finally they got up and left me alone.  I was left strung up until Milady came to get me the next morning.