My Gift

September

I love my Mistress dearly but frankly she does have some faults.  One of them is that she is no boy scout.  She unable to tie a knot and even harder, she cannot untie a knot without the assistance of a sharp knife.  To help her, Bonnie helped Milady discover some alternatives to ropes.  The easiest thing she used was saran wrap.  The nice thing about the wrap is that it comes in colours and that way she could restrain me in Technicolor.  Red wrap to secure my ankles together, blue to hold my wrists, and green wrapped all the way around me just to keep everything together.  With the aid of a hair dryer, she could further constrict her bondage as the wrap shrinks when heated.  Bonnie helped Milady wrap me like a mummy and then the two of them laid me back on a coffee table.  Bonnie then took some duct tape and created a circle around my nipples.  She then took some scissors and cut out a space to expose my pierced nipples.  The tape would act as a hem and would prevent the cellophane from ripping.  She repeated this taping to expose my caged cock.  They placed a blindfold over my eyes to enclose me in silence and ear plugs set into my ears to close off any sounds.  The final touch was to slip in a ring gag in my mount to prevent me from commenting.  The ring gag is also good because I do not gag or drowned myself while using it.

Milady and Bonnie sat back and had a tea while I lay before them on the table.  Every now and then they would reach forward and tug on one of my nipple rings or pinch a testicle; just to remind me that I am powerless to stop them.  As they sat back, they discussed how this was working out for Milady.  She said that she loved the attention and the total lack of conflict in our relationship.  She felt like a princess that she always got her way.  There were a few things too that she was missing.  She liked to receive gifts from me while we were married, but now since I have no possessions and no money, I am unable to purchase anything for her.  Of course, she freely spends my paycheck on whatever she wants, but that is different.  And she always gets what she wants. 

Milady went on to describe that she likes playing at a slower level.  When she first discovered her sexuality and freedom, she could not get enough.  But now, she is happy to be pleased whenever the mood hits her.  One of her most amazing revelations was that she could be sensual whenever she wants and I would oblige her.  She was also thrilled to be able to experiment and try something new.  Even if it meant that what she would try was not what anyone expected of her or was considered odd, she did not care and was only interested indulging her power.  An example of this was a while back she decided that she would stop using toilet paper.  I was instructed that I would lick her clean after she went to the toilet no matter what she did.  The soft warmth of my tongue on her bottom felt much better than tissue.  So after she emptied herself, she would lean forward on the counter and I would lick her clean. 

Bonnie lit a candle and let a small pool of wax build up as they talked.  Once there were a few drops of liquid wax, she dripped the hot material over my nipples.  I tried to jump or wiggle away but the constriction of the wrap held me in place on the coffee table.  They continued their discussion as Milady said that she sometimes missed having me around as a husband.  As much as she likes spending time with Bonnie, or even playing with other people, she missed the connection we had as husband and wife. 

Bonnie asked, “What would you like to see in him as a husband?”  Milady commented that she likes me serving her and respecting her as a mistress, but she would also like me to be a part of her life.  As it stands now, I am nothing to her but a tool or a toy.  She would like me to be a lover, a friend, and still have me as a plaything.  Bonnie wondered, “How do you think we could customize or train him?”

Milady said that for sure he would need to remain chastised because she likes the control.  She went on to say that he needs to be trained to focus his attention on her when they go out.  He should be trained to still serve her but also he should be there to contribute as opposed to just act.  Her biggest desire though was that she does not want to be ‘on’ 24/7.  She wants her servant to be ready when she desires, but sometimes she just wants to be herself.

Bonnie suggested that they could work on transforming me in a way to make me the ideal plaything and husband, but also she thought we should proceed slowly to ensure that I did not leap out of subspace.   Bonnie said that it would mean making me less of a slave and more of a servant.  Milady enjoyed that idea but wondered what it would mean giving up as everything has a price. 

October

The best laid plans will sometimes go awry.  Bonnie and Milady had decided that I was to begin a new level of servitude.  My skills were to be better honed and I was to be transformed from a simple slave to a refined servant.  I was to start my training but it was on a chilly fall day and I did not feel so well. 

I had not been sick since I gave Milady the present of myself.  In truth, aside from a bruise here and there or a stiff should from being bound for a long time, I had never felt better.  But now, I was feeling different.  My chest was sore and it was hard to breath.  Milady sighed and said “Well it looks like we are going to have to take you to the vet.”

We maintain a small emergency bag of things that we will need if we go to the hospital, it has an mp3 player, puzzle books, a change of clothes, slippers, and toiletries.  She grabbed the bag, instructed me to put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and off we went to emergency.

The emergency room was not all that full.  I sat at the intake desk and Milady gave them my personal information as a pretty young nurse took my blood pressure, measured respirations, and assessed my temperature.  After a plastic information band was placed around my left wrist, we moved to the waiting room.  I groaned as I sat down in one of the waiting room chairs after the triage people assessed my situation.  My face went flush red when I realized something.  I bent over and whispered in Milady’s ear, “I have my chastity harness on”.  She laughed and took the key to the pink confinement tube that was hung around her next and gave it to me.  She instructed me to take the emergency bag with me into the washroom and remove the device.

I squirmed and wiggled a bit to get into the right position and then finally was able to slip the little key into the cage’s lock.  The plastic case came free in my hand and my cock sprang to life.  I had not been able to have an erection for about six weeks, ever since the Labour Day orgy.  I was in a conundrum because with my cock so hard and my balls so full, I was not going to get the holding ring off from behind my member.  The only was to get myself down was to get myself off.  There in the bathroom stall I began to jack myself off.  It had been ages since I touched myself and the feel of my hand sliding up and down on my cock was wonderful.  If I didn’t feel so bad and under the weather it would have been great.  I exploded spraying my cum against the door of bathroom stall.  I sighed and groaned then a voice in the room asked “are you alright in there?’

“Fine, thanks” I answered.  If he only knew how great it was to come of my own hand. 

I went back to the waiting room and met Milady.  I explained to her about the ring not coming off without my orgasm and she said she understood.  She said I would be punished later for cumming without permission, but for now it was okay.

A nurse came into the waiting room and called me by last name.  My last name, for that matter neither my first name nor last name, has been said out loud for ten months.  I thought to myself that sounds familiar.  Wait, that’s me.  Again I groaned as I stood up, but as I caught my balance the nurse insisted that I ride in a wheel chair to the emergency bed.

I was instructed to get undressed and put on an examination gown.  These gowns leave little to the imagination and when they are worn properly expose all the wrong places, or in my case tattoos.  The gown clearly exposed my slave symbol on my neck and the ‘property of’ statement on my back.  When I wore it like a jacket my shaved cock and pierced nipples were exposed.  I figured this is no place for secrets and wore the gown in the proper fashion statement.  After that I noticed that it was odd that different nurses would come in each time to take my temperature, listen to my heart, or just check me out.

One nurse came in and listened to my chest.  She noticed the piercing in my nipples and said that they must be removed or they will interfere with some of the tests.  I was glad that I didn’t have to explain my nose ring as Milady had removed it before we came to the hospital.  I gave Milady my jewelry and she tucked them into her purse. 

A doctor came in to check me out.  Because my issue could be caused by just about anything he decided to give me a full physical.  I am sure that doctors must have seen everything because he did not question any of my bruises or whip marks.  He just said “oh you have been playing a little rough.”  He went on to say he wanted to do an ECG, x-ray, and some blood tests.  A nurse would come in and get me set up.  He then looked to Milady and smiled, “he is going to be busy for a couple of hours.”

Milady settled in on the chair beside my bed and did her puzzles while the orderlies took me from room to room for x-rays, and scans.  I was returned to my emergency room stall and we waited for the results.  Bonnie stopped by and took Milady for lunch in the hospital restaurant. 

When they returned the doctor had just come in to tell me the results.  He said that for a 50 year old I was in pretty good shape.  He said he thought I wasn’t eating enough as I had told him about my diet and how in the last ten months I had lost 40 pounds.  He said that my diet may have damaged my liver and that was part of what was going on with me.  I was anemic and that meant that my blood was not working they way that it should and that was effecting how much oxygen was getting into my system.  His recommendation was for me to rest for a week, and then slowly get back into my regular routine.  He grinned at Milady and said “try to go easy on him for a little while.”

When we returned home, Milady instructed me to go get undressed and lie down in my little room and relax.   Within a few minutes she came in with my cock cage and a small bag of frozen peas.  After instructing me two spread my legs, she reduced the size of my member by applying the iced peas.  Within a few moments my cock was caged up again.  She said there was no need for me to be playing with myself while I am recovering.

For the next week Milady and Bonnie took care of me.  I was not allowed to go out of my room except to go to the washroom.  I felt like I was under house arrest especially because neither Bonnie nor Milady were very good cooks.  It was nutritious and in sufficient quantity, they also insisted that I eat every bit of it.  By the time the week was over I was ready for my release.

One evening Milady called me out to the living room.  I entered the room and she instructed me to knee before her chair.  As I got down on my knees in front of her she split her legs wide open and instructed me to use my tongue on her pussy.  I lapped at her nether lips, tasting her juices and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.  Milady pressed her hands on the back of my head, directing my motions, and increasing her pleasure.

It was good to be home.

Over the next weeks Milady made some changes to our living arrangements, I was not longer allowed to sleep in the cage in the kitchen.  I was allowed to have sheets and a new pillow.  I was also instructed to wear clothes unless otherwise directed.  Milady wanted me in a uniform of black pants and a white shirt.  Bonnie had cautioned Milady not to change things too fast for me, so Milady decided that I was to learn something that most men never get to discover.  She got me a pair of high heels.  Neither or us were ever interested in cross dressing, but she liked the idea of controlling my balance.   For the first week, she put my feet in these high shoes and secured them on by running a zap strap around my foot and the shoe.  With the shoe locked on my foot, I had no choice but to spend my next week tottering about on these strange heels.

Within a few days I was proficient in my movements and even ventured into a fast walk, almost a run.  My calves were sore but getting stronger.  Actually I think my posture improved. 

Halloween is Milady’s favourite holiday.  This year she and Bonnie decided that they would host a holiday celebration.  Milady decorated the house in a gothic theme with green lights and a small cemetery in the front yard.  Milady dressed in her vampire outfit passed out candies to the little children who braved our front door.  Dressed in her long black tight fitting dress, revealing lots of cleavage, and a blood dripping smile, I am sure that she will have installed some fantasies that will show up in later years for those little boys and girls.  

I found myself dressed in a suit, Milady had applied very white make up on my face and a trickle of blood dripping from my lips.  The only thing that was out of place was a hilt of a knife protruding from my back.  In this fashion I served drinks and cocktails to her guests.  Milady’s company engaged in a mutual fondle fest.  There was a new slave girl who was having each of her holes tested and filled.  Some of the women playing her were rather rough as they slipped a large lubricated dildo in and out of the girl’s pussy.  Another male slave was busy orally serving a mistress and her male lover.  He would lick the man’s cock then slid his tongue along the woman’s pussy.  Finally the man came in the slave’s mouth and he was directed to slide the master’s cum into her awaiting pussy.  Milady told me that the submissive was the husband of the woman.  They were wanting to have a child but she didn’t want to use his sperm, so they were symbolically making him a part of the master and mistress’s conception.

I heard a scream from behind me and turned to see a young woman dressed as a cowboy, well cow girl.  She wore a fringed leather vest that left her small breasts exposed.  A small clip was attached to each nipple and a thin chain joined the clips.  She wore a pair of chaps that covered her legs but left her ass and pussy exposed.  Her long brown hair was braided and intertwined with a short length of rope.  In this way the rope became part of her hair.  That rope was now attached to a pulley and she was being lifted into the air suspended by her hair.  She was crying as she was lifted off the ground.  After they lifted her up a foot, a dildo mounted on a post was slide between her legs.  Pairs of stranger’s hands felt between her legs massaging her pussy and getting her wet.  Soon her pussy was so lubricated she was lowered to the ground and guided onto the dildo attached to the pole.   She had to stand on her toes to relieve the pain from the size of the large rubber cock invading her.  Her hands were freed from their bonds so that she could relieve her pain by pulling herself up, reaching for the rope in her hair and lifting her small body weight upwards.  Slowly she fucked herself as she would lift and lower herself over the course of the evening.

I returned to my duties, serving drinks and small morsels of food to Milady’s company.  I stepped into one of the rooms where a man was tied to a bench.  He was tied face down on a padded surface set about waist high.  His ass was exposed and his legs were separated so that his cock and balls dangled in the warm air from the fireplace.  I looked around and hands grabbed beers from my tray.  I noticed that there were no women in this room.  One of the men looked at me, as another man in the room lubed up his cock and slid it into the man on the bench.  “Would you like to trade places with him?” the man asked.

I said “No thank you Sir” and stepped back.  I turned to go out of the room as one of the men finished his bottle of beer and began to slip the long neck of the cold bottle in and out of the fucked man’s rear hole.

The night went on and people went home.  When they were all gone, Milady told me I can clean up tomorrow.  She took mean to the bathroom where she instructed me to get between her legs and become her toilet.  I opened my mouth wide as she stood above me, as she pressed a bit, a glob of cum fell from her into my open mouth.  She rinsed out the taste of the other man’s semen with a spray of urine.  I drank down her golden juice and then licked her pussy dry. 

She told me to go to my room and get her when it is time for breakfast.  She stopped at the door and said “make sure the house is clean before you come get me”.  I nodded and smiled thinking that my illness is over and now we are back to normal.  I have returned to providing her my gift.