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I don’t know what it is that’s keeping me awake right now. I don’t know if it’s the pain I’m in from the horrible spanking Lauren gave me. It could be the fact I haven’t eaten at all today and I’m starving. Or how I’m caged like I’m an animal while she goes off to a party. What stands out in my mind the most is how the girl of my dream, who I was saving myself for, lost her virginity to someone else that she claimed was more worthy. And how she took my virginity by shoving her strap-on up my ass.
It’s has to be a combination of everything, including the fear of what she has in store for me tomorrow. I already know that she plans to feed me her shit. Worse enough she’s bringing Brittany over and god knows what she wants to do to me. Not to mention that I have to wake up at 6 am and be ordered around by a maid. It makes me wonder if Lauren was ever truly in love with me. Tears began to fill my eyes as I began to reminisce about how our relationship began.
I can recall when my friend Eric told me about Lauren’s crush on me during the summer before our junior year. They had always been childhood friends and besides her family, probably the closest person to her. For a while I thought he was competition, until he told me that Lauren only viewed him as a friend. After telling me this, I could hardly contain myself. I was overjoyed and determined to have the woman of my dreams to be my girlfriend. I originally thought I made a great first impression when I took her out to dinner.
I took her out to the most expensive Italian restaurant in town, rented a limo for the night and even stayed for desert. The whole time we talked, I was confident that we were connecting. I made her laugh numerous times and flirted with her, which she would respond to. Even after the first date, with no action I was the happiest man on the earth. I had to take her out on five dates before she felt comfortable enough to give me a kiss, which was only a peck on the lips. However, I was too determined and naïve and decided I was going to focus on this football season before till I progressed anything with Lauren.
It was our homecoming game, the last game of the season, when I decided to make the big move. I had a good idea that I had already won the homecoming king and everyone in the school knew that Lauren would win the homecoming queen. I left the locker-room to receive my award on the podium. As she accepted her award I whispered in her ear if we can talk after the game. She agreed and told me how she had the house to herself and told me to text her.
I arrived and asked her if she would be my homecoming date. She instantly said yes and hugged me and placed a delicate kiss on my cheek. I also confessed to her that I felt something more between us and that I just don’t want to casually date her, I wanted to be in a relationship and how I had always had a crush on her. She confessed that she had also had strong feelings for me, and if there was anyone who she would want to date, it would be me. At that moment, we were official and I couldn’t be happier. A fucking fairytale couldn’t even begin to describe what I was feeling.
The hunger pains and muscle cramps soon snapped me back to reality as I began to sob uncontrollably. How could she do this to me? After everything I’ve done for her? I came to the horrible revelation that I fell in love with a completely different person. But I still can’t find the strength or courage to leave her, the thought of Lauren shutting me out of her life was worse than any punishment or torture she could inflict. As I positioned myself in the fetal position the last thought I had before falling asleep was seeing Lauren, my mistress.
“Wake up boy!” a voice yelled waking me up.
I crawled on my knees so I can greet the maid my mistress had put in charge over me. The women had to be in either her early 30’s but in fine shape. She had toned legs, an ass that would make your mouth drop, a beautiful thick and curvaceous body; Her measurements had to be roughly 36DD-26-36, flowing black hair with blonde highlights and deep brown eyes. It looked like she was multi-racial mixed with Asian and Italian descent.
“You will address me as madam and your mistress has given me complete control over you along with instructions to have you completely shaven except the hair you have on your head,” she said grinning at my current predicament. “You should be happy to know out of the kindness of my heart, I decided to wash your mistress’ sheets but rest assured you will be repaying my kindness in full.”
She released my arms from the arm binders only for them to be replaced by handcuffs. She left the shackles on my ankles and the ball gag in my mouth and led me downstairs and retrieved a razor, tweezers, and a bottle of cream. When we were in the basement she instructed me to lie down on my back. She started removing all the hair on my legs, arms, chest, and then my facial hair. She then propped herself on my stomach and began to shave my pubes.
“You should consider yourself lucky,” She said “I’m about to release you from your chastity.”
“Thank you, Madam” I said through my ball gag.
“No wonder Lauren caged this thing,” She said after she unlocked me from my chastity “This small little pimple could never satisfy any woman. Why would she even keep you around?”
She forcefully gripped the shaft of my dick as she shaved my pubes. Naturally I couldn’t help but to become hard while she was shaving. She would just laugh, slap my balls and assure me that there was no chance that I would have the privilege of fucking her.
“Now, I must pluck those annoying hair on your balls,” she said grabbing the tweezers in one hand and gripping my balls in the other. “This will hurt.” she laughed.
She started plucking the stray of hairs that were along the shaft. Every pluck brought a grimace of pain, causing me to jerk my body. She would just laugh sadistically and continue on with my agony. This went on for about an hour until she climbed off of my stomach. She seemed pleased at her work as she stood over me with a grin.
“Don’t you dare touch your fucking dick!” She yelled, pulling my cuffed hands over my head and stepping on them. When she seemed convinced that I heeded her command, she step off my cuffs.
“Now, Roll over.” She commanded.
I rolled over on my stomach and she started shaving the hair on my ass.
“My, my, my slave…you do have a nice ass,” she said giving my ass a couple of spankings. “If I were Lauren I would be spending a great deal of time whipping your cute ass.”
My ass was still pretty tender from the punishment Lauren had given me. Sure enough I moaned in pain, as she gave me love taps.
“Stop your bitching.” She said while positioning herself on my lower back.
She continued with shaving my ass and then continued with the upper thighs after she finished shaving my ass.
“Now,” she said grabbing the tweezers again, “I have to pluck those annoying hairs near your asshole, but I have a proposition for you. If you stay still and you’re obedient while I pluck your ass hairs then I will give you a reward? And if you aren’t then I will kick your balls. And the number of times I kick your balls will be determined by the amount of ass hairs I pluck. So, what do you say?” She asked me.
I began contemplating the proposition, questioning whether or not I should accept. I couldn’t recall a time where I’ve been so terrified in my life. I thought about the excruciating pain I would be in if I would shriek or would jerk my body. But then I couldn’t help but to wonder what reward she would grant me. Maybe she will allow me to eat food.
“Yes, Mistress. I accept.” I said through my ball gag.
“You already lost you disobedient, pathetic piece of shit,” She laughed sadistically while slapping my ass. “I told you to address me as Madam, you dumb fuck. Now I’m going to have a fucking field day on your balls. Now start counting and you better remain still or else I promise you punishment will be worse than it already is.”
“1…2…3…” I started counting out loud through my gag.
Each pluck sent a shiver through my spine. I still concentrated on keeping track of the number of plucks as well as remaining. It took every ounce of will-power I had to tense up my muscles to help prevent me from flinching. Before I could tell I was past the count of twenty and I could tell that I was no-where close to be done. When it was all said and done the total number we reached was 42 and needless to say I was petrified for what was about to come.
“42…that’s 42 kicks to your balls,” she laughed, “I’m going to fucking make you vomit you piece of shit, but first we have to make sure that your hair will never grow back.”
She grabbed the bottle of cream and started rubbing the cream all over my body.
“Oh and by the way, it’s going to burn like hell.” She said
Sure enough she was right. The cream seeped down into my hair follicles, and the burning sensation was all over my body. I felt the worst of the burning sensation in my ass, with it still recovering from the beating I took yesterday. I screamed in my ball gag as she stood over me, laughing at me and admiring her handy work. The pain felt worse as she grabbed me by my ankle cuffs and dragged me across the cold, hard basement floor causing me more pain.
She started to take off my ankle cuffs to only cuff my ankles to a spreader bar spreading my legs apart. She then hoisted me up and while holding my hands, tying a rope to my chain suspending my arms in the air. She then removed my ball gag bring relief to my jaws. The burning sensation was slowly subsiding but to only to be replaced by fear.
“Please, Madam! Have mercy, I’m sorry I disobeyed you…I really am” I pleaded.
“Oh not as sorry as you’re going to be” She said menacingly.
She went over to the covert and got duct tape. She then duct taped my cock to my abdomen, leaving my balls exposed and vulnerable.
“You know, I could always go to the garage and use Lauren’s dad’s steel-toed boots to pulverize your balls” She said.
“No, please don’t Madam” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
“Shut the fuck up right now or else I will gag you and if you throw up then it will be tough shit for you,” She said menacingly.
I had no choice but to keep quiet as this sadistic bitch surveyed me like a vulture surveying her prey. My knees began to tremble out of sheer fear for the damage she was about to do. I looked as her thick thighs, knowing that when she kicked me with her full force, the pain would be tremendous. She began to laugh at the terror I was in only to approach me, holding my chin in her hand.
“You know, I can be very nice slave,” She said in a soothing voice, “Your mistress and her friend are planning to put you through a lot more pain. Especially Brittany, I heard that she is extremely sadistic and I doubt today you will get any kind of reward. So how about a deal? If you are able to take just 5 full force kicks to your balls without a yelp or a shriek I will give you a reward. If you do shriek or yelp however, I will give you the rest of them full force. So do you accept slave?”
“I agree, Madam,” I said immediately.
“Very good, you remembered my title,” she said as she gave my balls a little squeeze.
I was actually determined to meet the end of my bargain and excited about the possibilities of my reward. Maybe she will allow me to eat actually food before my mistress tried to feed me her shit. Or maybe she will release me from bondage until my mistress and Brittany come. I looked as my Madam positioned herself in front of me to deliver the blows.
“Now, remember not a yelp or shriek,” She reminded me “I’m actually rooting for you.”
I saw her pull back her leg and then swing her leg, kicking my balls in full force. The pain was nearly unbearable, the force that she put into kicking my balls made me jump off of my feet. Despite that I bit my tongue to try to fend off any attempts of shrieking or yelping. Each kick she gave me, seemed to be more forceful and painful causing more effort to not shriek or yelp.
She finally delivered the final blow to my exposed testicles, once again causing me to leap off of my feet. She smiled at me and sat down on a chair as she graciously gave me time to recuperate. I hunched over as best as I could to try to deal with the horrible nausea I had. Thank god I was able to prevent myself from shrieking or yelping. Those five blows were torture, it was unimaginable to think of the pain I would be in if I had to endure 42 kicks.
“Well slave, a deal is a deal,” she said as she got up and un-cuffed my ankles from the spreader bar, “I’m curious though, what do you think your reward should be?”
I was hesitant, I didn’t know if the question was meant to set me up for another sadistic torture or if she was actually being genuine.
“In all seriousness slave,” She said, “What do you want as a reward?”
“Madam, can you please give me food,” I pleaded with her.
She laughed at my request and then ripped the duct tape off of my dick. I yelped in pain only to have her hand stroking my dick.
“I’m afraid I can’t help you there, your Mistress has made it clear that the next thing that you will eat will be her shit, but surely you can receive something else as a reward.”
She started to increase the pace and began stroking my dick faster. I started to groan in pleasure, after being locked in chastity for most of the day yesterday having a woman stroke my dick was incredible. I used what little energy I had left to hump her grip to increase my pleasure. She just laughed as she continued to milk my cock.
Soon the desire of eating food and the fear of eating shit have left me. I became so grateful with receiving a hand-job, it was actually the most rewarding thing I’ve been through since I was enslaved by my Mistress. My Madam was bringing me closer and closer to the brink of having an orgasm.
“You’re close to cumming, aren’t you slave?” She asked.
“Yes, Madam,” I said.
“I want you to beg me to cum,” She said in a stern voice.
“Please Madam, can I have permission to cum!” I screamed.
At the moment she stopped stroking my shaft and tugged my dick closer to her pulling my body towards her. Her grip was tighter than it was before and all the pleasurable sensations I’d felt before soon began to vanish. She then released her grip and started to flick the head of my dick with her fingers.
“I‘m sorry, that wasn’t convincing at all,” She said walking away from me.
“No!” I screamed, “Let me cum, Madam, you have to let me cum.”
She walked back over to me, the expression in her face told it all, she was furious.
“You little (slap) piece of (slap) shit (slap) I won’t be told (slap) what to do (slap) least of all (slap) by a slave (slap),” She said, continuing to slap me viciously.
She continued to slap my face and then she gave me a hard knee to the balls, making me hunch over. She then suspended my arms higher until I was standing on my toes. She then proceeded to cuff my big toes together increasing the discomfort of the bondage I was in. She then shoved a ball gag in my mouth while relishing the anguish I was in.
“I am going to tell you’re Mistress how ungrateful you were when I was gracious enough to reward you. And not to mention your inability to clean and obey me,” She said with her hands on her hips, “I hope Lauren and Brittany make you suffer.”
I screamed and pleaded with her through my ball gag but it was too late. My Madam was already walking away from me and going up the stairs. The light went off and I heard the door slam, leaving me alone and in this uncomfortable position. What the fuck did I get myself into? I love Lauren with all my heart, but the abuse she’s putting me through is inhumane. I mean who forces someone eat someone else’s shit? And from what the maid was mentioning, Lauren’s torture and torment was only going to get worse. And oh god, Brittany, I knew I was in deep shit with Brittany becoming involved.
In our high school, the title of Queen Bitch belonged to Brittany, without a doubt. The verbal abuse she has delivered shredded egos’ of the proudest men and has destroyed the self-esteems’ of the most empowered women. Anthony, who was her boyfriend our junior year of high school, was constantly humiliated and belittled by her. Poor fellow was a senior and was easily manipulated by her. I never knew what happened to him; after he graduated Brittany hasn’t mentioned anything about him. However, during our junior year it was astonishing to me of how Lauren and Brittany became such close friends. They seemed to be polar opposites, Lauren being so nice and kind and Brittany being manipulative and sadistic.
Believe it or not, there was a time when Brittany was actually a pretty nice girl. We would talk all the time in the classes that we had in middle school. She had even asked me, to go to a school dance that our middle school had, but I turned her down because I was so sprung out on Lauren. Ever since then we stopped talking so often and then all conversations ceased to exist eventually.
Although I have only eyes for Lauren, Brittany is one of the sexiest girls in our high school. She’s about 5’6 and has flowing auburn hair to go along with her brown eyes. Lauren and her are both on the cheerleading squad so Brittany has a nice tone body also. She has an hourglass frame with hips that have dangerous curves, a nice perky ass, and 33 D cup. All the men grovel at her beauty and she knows she’s gorgeous; she flaunts her looks everywhere she goes.
That’s why I think she wanted Lauren to break-up with me back then. I think she wanted someone who was her equal in beauty to take apart in the torment she inflicted on others. When we were first going out she would always comment on how there was nothing special about me or how Lauren needed a real man. At first, Lauren would actually stick-up for me but after my horrible senior football season she would actually laugh when Brittany chastised me. And now that Lauren turned me into her slave, I fear I will become the victim of Brittany’s full wrath.
It must have been hours until I heard a door upstairs open. My joints were aching from the prolonged position the Maid put me in. Lauren was home and so was Brittany, I could recognize their voices. I could hear them laughing hysterically upstairs as Lauren explained to her how my training.
“And he has to kiss my feet and ass every time I arrive or leave,” Lauren said.
“Oh my god, that’s fucking amazing,” Brittany said, trying to catch her breath, “I can’t wait to torture this piece of shit.”
They both laughed upstairs. They were in no rush to go downstairs and check on me.
“Well you’re in luck Britt,” Lauren said “April said he was a bad slave this morning. I was planning to torture him pretty bad today, but now it seems like it’s just going to be worse for him.”
“Yes! I have to admit, I have been thinking of ways to inflict pain on the little shit since we left the party,” Brittany said with a laugh.
“This is why I love you,” Lauren said with a laugh, “I knew I needed someone truly sadistic to help me turn him into a true slave.”
“Oh don’t worry Laurie, by the time we’re finished with him he will be a close second to being complete submissive and pathetic to only my slave.” Brittany said menacingly.
Both of them laughed at the thought of it I guess. I didn’t know that Brittany has a slave of her own. I feel so sorry for her slave, I can’t even imagine the daily torment she inflicts on him. And for them to plot and agree to further my submission to match Brittany’s slave only increased my fear for what was yet to come. I heard the door to the basement open and the switch of the light turn on as they came downstairs.
Both of them were gorgeous as ever. Brittany and Lauren both had on matching yoga pants and Ugg boots and a hoodies. Both had on hoodies representing our high school’s cheerleading squad. Brittany had on an all white one with the logo of a tiger in the front. And Lauren had on an all black one with a tiger in the front as well. Although they had on hoodies, I could still see their tits poking out.
“So here he is,” Lauren said, “what do you think?”
“I can’t believe you actually dated this loser, not to mention kissed him.” Brittany said.
“It wasn’t my proudest moment but you know he’s actually a good kisser, he just wasn’t worthy to kiss my mouth. Instead he’s going to utilize his skills when I force him to make love to my asshole.” Lauren said.
Both of them laughed as I stood there, embarrassed and insulted. My ego was slowly deteriorating, as Lauren revealed moments that I valued and cherished meant nothing to her. If anything I was nothing but an embarrassment to her, and the only good thing she could take away from the relationship is her discovery of my kissing abilities. And the only thing promising for her about my kissing abilities is for me to service her asshole. More and more I was beginning to suspect that she had planned for me to become her slave earlier in our relationship.
“Has he eaten out your ass yet?” Brittany asked.
“Yeah, he ate my ass while I sat on his face. He still needs work like holding his breath longer and tonguing it better, but he shows promise.” Lauren said.
“Well, at least he’s a promising ass-licker,” Brittany said, “Don’t worry, we’ll fix that.”
“Oh would you like to see the thrashing I gave his ass? I think you’ll be quite impressed.” Lauren said.
Brittany walked around me to inspect the work that Lauren did to my ass. She firmly squeezed my ass causing me to wince from the soreness.
“Laurie, it’s a good start…” She said in patronizing tone.
“What do you mean good start?” Lauren said defensively “I had him screaming like the little bitch he is.”
“Laurie, you softened him up, but if you want him to be close to the level as my slave, then the thrashing you give him needs to be much, much worse than this. See what makes a slave truly become a submissive; obedient little bitch is going beyond their limits. But don’t worry; this is why I’m here. The ass thrashing we give him will be the worst pain he has ever felt. What’s special about your slave is he has a good build to him not like my slave, so that means he will need to endure much more pain in-order for us to beat him into true submission. And believe me Laurie, I have special plans to help you mold this piece of shit into a true slave.” She said.
The knot in my stomach tightened after hearing what this bitch has planned for me. The torture Lauren had inflicted on me was horrible but what Brittany’s promising is making the punishment Laruen gave me yesterday look like it was only love taps. My legs started to tremble from a combination of fear and the pain of standing on my toes for so long. I was desperate for them to release me from my bondage but they continued to discuss about my training nonchalantly.
“What is that thing doing un-caged?” Brittany asked pointing at my dick.
“My maid tried rewarding him but he even fucked that up,” Lauren said.
“Tell me he’s normally in chastity.” Brittany said.
“Don’t worry Britt, he is. And that thing is not coming out for a very long time. I have a new chastity belt for him anyway with 2 keys for both of us to have,” Lauren said.
“I don’t know about you, but I don’t ever planning on letting him out of chastity.” Brittany said.
“Yeah, well I told him that his dick is useless to me. He has never even seen me naked. And I know it’s useless to you, so he should pretty much assume that these are his last moments of having any kind of control of his dick.” Lauren said.
“Oh god, well he had better be grateful he fucked some poor girl before agreeing to being your slave.” Brittany said.
“That’s the best part,” Lauren said while hysterically laughing, “He was a virgin until yesterday. He told me how he dreamed that he would take my virginity and I would swipe is V-card and I did with the help of my eight inch strap-on.”
“Oh my god,” Brittany said hysterically laughing “He’s so fucking pathetic. Well at least the little faggot got his wish but wait, you told me last night at the party that you aren’t a virgin anymore. “
“I’m not, I called Darren over and he took my virginity while my slave was caged underneath my bed.” Lauren said.
Both of the girls began to laugh hysterically and uncontrollably. Lauren and Brittany were crying at the fact that the women who I was saving myself for took my virginity with a strap-on and had someone else take hers. The embarrassment and humiliation began to sink in. Another man took the virginity of the girl of my dreams. I have been dreaming and working for that moment since I was in middle school and Darren had only talk to her for a week. No matter what, being reminded of that incident will always demoralize me.
“Well you definitely got an upgrade,” Brittany said trying to catch her breath “I know pimple dick isn’t even in the same league as Darren.”
“He’s no where near the league Darren is,” Lauren said wiping the tears from her eyes.
They both took a moment to compose themselves. Brittany continued to inspect me while Laruen went to the fridge in the basement and drank some water.
“Laurie, what title did you tell your slave to address you as?” Brittany asked
“Mistress, why?” Lauren asked.
“Because if you plan for him to be used by others, then you need to be labeled as his primary owner.” Brittany said.
“What do you mean?” Lauren asked.
“You know how I gave you power over my slave? Well my slave knows to address me as goddess because he lives for my convenience and pleasure. I am his world and without me, he’s a worthless piece of shit. This distinguishes me as the one he submitted his life to and the one who has complete control over him. He addresses others as mistress, recognizing that they are in charge of him, but also recognizing they aren’t the ones who are in complete control of him and aren’t the ones he submitted his life to.” Brittany explained.
“So, he should address me as Goddess from now on?” Lauren asked.
“Yeah.” Brittany said.
“slave, from now on you will address me as Goddess. Brittany will be your mistress along with any other women I put in charge of you. Is that clear slave?” Brittany asked giving me a stern look.
“Yes, Goddess.” I said through my ball gag.
“And don’t look at my eyes. Pieces of shit like you aren’t worthy of eye contact. You will look at my feet. Is that clear?
“Yes, Goddess,” I said directing my eyes to her feet.
Me calling her a Goddess shouldn’t be difficult to do because I had already considered her as one. My stomach began to growl, being audible for the girls to hear.
“The fuck must be hungry,” Brittany said.
“He is. He hasn’t eaten anything since the day before yesterday,” Lauren said.
“Well when are you going to feed him?” Brittany asked.
“When I have to take a shit,” Lauren said. Brittany’s jaw dropped, waiting for Lauren to explain, “Since this piece of shit is reborn as my slave, I want the first thing he consumes to have come from me. My disgusting, vile and putrid waste will become my slave’s nourishment and salvation.”
“Oh my god, Laurie I’m fucking falling in love with you right now,” She said laughing, “I feed my slave, my shit all the time and I relish watching the pathetic look on my slave’s face when he digs his face into his dog bowl to eat my shit.” Brittany said.
“Oh my slave won’t have that luxury. I plan for him to eat my shit fresh out the oven, with me sitting full weight on his face.” Lauren exclaimed.
“Yes! What are you waiting for?” Brittany asked while laughing.
“I want him to beg me to do the unthinkable. I want him to beg me to feed him my shit.” Lauren said.
“Oh my god, yes! Take his ball gag out now so he can beg you to feed him your shit.” She said laughing.
“Well slave,” Lauren said as she took off her ball gag, “Are you hungry for my shit?”
The moment of truth was upon me. I was so hungry, I had stomach pains and I was light-headed. But I just couldn’t think of eating someone’s shit, not even my goddess. Of course I knew they are expecting me to grovel and put myself lower than I was already. And refusing to eat her shit would most likely earn me another day without food. But I figured that if we were once in a relationship, no matter how terrible it was for her, she did have feelings for me once. Maybe she would show me mercy and at least give me a bit of food if I pleaded.
“Goddess, please don’t make me eat your shit. Please give me food and I promise I will endure any punishment and endlessly worship you.” I pleaded with her.
In an instant she shoved the ball gag violently into my mouth and strapped it in tight. She then began to slap me viciously in my face. My cheeks began to burn as she continued slapping me. I tried to apologized to her through my ball gag but I might as well been talking to the wall.
“You ungrateful piece of shit! How dare you not only refuse to eat my shit but you tell me what to do?” Lauren said infuriating while continuing to slap me.
Soon the slaps turned into fist as she began to beat my face. She first began hitting my cheeks and then she started to hit my nose. Soon I could feel my nose began to swell up as she alternated between her left and right fists. She stopped to take a break trying to catch her breath. My face was in a great deal of pain and I felt blood trickle down my nose. I saw Brittany smile and then walking up towards me.
“Don’t hog up all the fun, Laurie let me have a crack at him.” Brittany said.
At that moment Brittany punched me in the gut with all her might. The blow knocked the wind out of me, causing me to gasp for air. Only for to follow up with repeating blows striking my abdomen and ribs. She was beating the shit out of me, even with me flexing my abs to combat the blows, her punches were still debilitating. She delivered her final blow to my stomach causing me to spit up a bit of stomach acid through my ball gag. Both girls were laughing; as I stood there, hunched over as best as I could.
“See Laurie, we still need to do a lot of work to break him. But don’t worry by the time we’re done with him he won’t have a shred of self-worth, dignity, masculinity or an ego. And he will beg you to feed him your shit.” Brittany said
“I know, but I thought I made more progress than this.” Lauren said.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. Each slave breaks at a different pace, and besides breaking down a slave into a true submissive piece of shit is so much fun. He has now earned himself another day of no food. Now give me the supplies that we have bought today, the new chastity belt you have for the slave and a cotton ball. After we prepped him, you can show me all the BDSM equipment you have.” Brittany said.
Lauren gave me one final blow to my gut and then went off to retrieve the stuff. I grunted from the blow and tried to hunch over farther than I previously was. The insides felt like they were burning and each time I took a breath I would feel a sharp pain from my ribs. I’m sure that I have bruised ribs and the kidney shots that Brittany gave me, made me assume I would be pissing blood.
“The pain you’re in is nothing to the pain you’re going to be in later,” Brittany said as she pulled a chair in front of me and sat down. She crossed her legs looking at me, “You’re going to be in so much pain that you might pass out and Lauren and I aren’t going to have a care in the world about it. See you’re only purpose in life is to please and amuse her and your pain and suffering is the only thing you can do to amuse her.”
She got up from her chair and approached me. I was terrified that she would start unwinding another barrage of fists to my gut. I started to shake uncontrollably, as she got closer and closer. She relished the fear she instilled in me; she smiled at the state I was in. The cold, sadistic look she has in her eyes was like anything I have ever seen. She pinched my nose, causing me to cry out in pain through my ball gag.
“I’m going to help the women you love, turn you into a slave who’s only existence will be to please your goddess. You will live to eat her shit, endure all of her tortures, prep her to fuck worthy men, take strap-ons up your ass and in your mouth and anything else your goddess has in store for you. By the time we’re done with you, you won’t even remember your fucking name. You will simply be a fucking slave.” Brittany said.
She then began to unwind another barrage of fists to my face. Beating me senseless and ignoring my pleas of mercy. She began to hit my eyes causing them to swell and bruise, and continued the assault on my nose. The forces of her blows nearly took my head off of my shoulders, as she held nothing back. She finally struck me in the gut using all her force causing me to hunch over, with her fist still nestled in my gut.
“You should just be grateful that she even wants to have anything to do with you. Any guy at our school would die to be in your position and would be the happiest piece of shit ever.” Brittany said.
Brittany walked back over to admire the damage she inflicted on my face.
“We have special plans for you bitch, and have no doubts in that stupid head of yours. You will be in perpetual agony and will suffer beyond anything you have experienced. What we did just now is nothing compared to what we have planned for you.”
Lauren then came down stairs with the supplies that Brittany asked her to bring. They stuffed a cotton ball in my nostril to stop the bleeding. And untied the rope that was keeping my arms suspended. I immediately fell down on my knees hunched over in pain. The girls laughed only for them to start kicking me in the gut. I rolled over on my side and then Lauren place her boot on my face with her hands pressing down on the same leg while Brittany continued kicking me in the stomach. After about a minute Lauren motioned for Brittany to stop. Brittany looked at her and then gave me a final blow to my stomach.
“Slave, you have yet to greet us,” Lauren said with her boot still on my face. “I get on all fours now and greet us!” Lauren demanded.
She took her foot off of my face and then removed the ball gag from my mouth. It took a great deal of effort but I finally was able to get myself to my hands and knees. I bent my head down and kissed my Goddess’ feet and then, as painful as it was, raised to my knees to kiss her ass. She then thrusted her hips backwards, pushing my face off of her ass.
“Now give your mistress, the proper greeting,” Lauren said with a smile.
I crawled over to Brittany who just stared at me and smiled. This was unbearable to me. Brittany had always wanted me to be in this position, to be nothing but a groveling slave for both of them. And now she’s getting exactly what she wants and better. She gets to give Lauren a helping hand into turning me into the perfect slave. I gave her feet and ass some kisses, not as passionately as Lauren’s feet and ass, they were more like pecs. She then turned around and slapped my already swollen face. The blow knocked me back on the ground and then Brittany planted her foot on my throat, pressing her weight down on it.
“You little shit, that wasn’t a sincere greeting,” Brittany yelled, “Now you better kiss my feet and ass better than that or else I will fucking stomp on your face.”
Brittany raised her foot while Lauren laughed in the background. I began to kiss her toes passionately until she pulled her feet away. She turned around swaying her ass in my face, giggling at the same time. I began kissing her ass, even closing my eyes while doing.
“Oh my god Britt, he’s fucking closing his eyes,” Lauren laughing.
Both girls laughed as Brittany pushed me off of her ass. She then kicked my face with the sole of her foot causing me to fall to the floor. Lauren and Brittany both smiled at each other, both on the same page on what was about to happen next.
“Lay on your back with your hands over your head,” Lauren commanded.
I lied down with my hands over my head as fast as I could. Lauren began to fish around in her bag as Brittany went into the freezer and got out a bag off ice. Brittany then removed my toe cuffs only to put ankle cuffs on me. She then placed the bag off ice under my dick and balls. Lauren then came back with the chastity tube and smiled at me.
“This is how we will imprison your useless dick,” Lauren said, showing me the chastity tube, “This tube has long and sharp spikes and I purposefully got a cage that’s smaller than your dick so if you even start to get excited you will be in pain. And I made necklaces with the keys so you can always see who’s responsible for imprisoning you.”
Both of them crackled in laughter as they saw the look of desperation on my face. Sure I was in chastity last night, but it didn’t have spikes in them and it wasn’t smaller. After about ten minutes, ice that Brittany placed on my dick made it extremely small. She then removed the bag from balls, and Lauren came with the chastity tube. Lauren lifted my dick with two and fingers and both laughed as she placed my shriveled dick into chastity, which turned out to be a perfect fit.
“Say goodbye to your pathetic, useless dick,” Lauren said as she clicked the lock closed.
“It’s only fair to give him a small taste of the pain that he’s facing,” Brittany said as she straddled my body.
For once, Brittany seemed to be less cruel and sadistic and more sensual. The feeling of her toned legs on the side of my body was beginning to make me feel aroused. Her plump ass rested on my imprisoned dick as she began to grind it all over my dick. With the yoga pants she had on, made me enjoy the outlining of her curves that much more. She then came close to my swollen face, breathing down my neck as if she was about to make love to me.
At that moment I felt the spikes dig in to my dick, causing me to be in pain. I yelped out in pain as Brittany and Lauren began to laugh at the discomfort I was in. It only motivated Brittany to continue to grind her pussy and ass over my imprisoned dick, turning my discomfort into pain. The pain made me try to contort my body but Brittany grasped my throat, encouraging me to stay still.
“What’s wrong? Getting a bit too excited down there?” Brittany asked sarcastically.
Brittany continued to grind on my chastity for about five minutes. She rested her ass on my chastity belt, still causing my dick discomfort and pain. Both of them were amused with the pathetic state I was in. Brittany looked down at me, arms crossed, with a sadistic grin on her face. I knew now without a doubt in my mind with both of them possessing the key to my dick, there was no backing out now.
As Brittany got off of me, Lauren came and placed the bag of ice on my chastity to ensure that my dick becomes shriveled back to it’s pathetic, small size. Both of them were glaring at me in amusement at my sprawled out body. For the 2nd time today a woman has teased me and left me frustrated. Lauren then placed her foot on my chest, to reinforce her dominance over me.
“Give thanks to your Goddess and Mistress for locking away your pathetic, useless dick,” Lauren demanded.
“Thank you my Goddess and Mistress for locking away my pathetic dick,” I said.
“Tell us that you aren’t worthy of ever having that small thing taken out of chastity,” Laruen demanded.
“I’m not worthy of having my small thing taken out chastity,” I said.
“Are you happy that we decided to lock you up instead of castrating you?” Lauren asked.
“Yes, thank you Goddess for not castrating me and locking me in chastity,” I said.
Both were amused with the response I gave them and Lauren lifted her foot off of my chest. They told me to stand on my knees and hands as Lauren went took out rope, what looked like bandages and a collar.
“Would you like to see the all of the equipment I have?” Lauren said.
“I would love too. Let’s prep the slave up first.” Brittany said.
With that, they took off the cuffs and restraints, preparing me for what I could only assume to be some sort of bondage or punishment. It occurred to me once again that now would be the perfect time to escape. The beat down that both of them gave me halted me from acting out on my thought of escaping. And with the lack of food and sleep, any attempt to overpower them would be out the question. Besides, I still can’t bury my feelings for Lauren. The thought of never having anything to do with her was still unbearable.
Both of them bent my arms and my legs and wrapped the bandages around them. By the time they were finished I was on my knees and elbows. My hands were both raised above my shoulders and my feet both raised over my ass. They then tied rope around the bandages to make sure that they wouldn’t come un-done. They then placed the collar on me, with the leash in Lauren’s hand.
“Tada!” Brittany exclaimed, “Doesn’t he just look adorable.”
“Never better!” Lauren exclaimed as she gave the leash a hard tug.
The force of her tug lifted me off my knees and elbows and had me landing face first into the cold, cement basement floor. Both of them laughed as I tried to get back on my knees and elbows. Pain riddled my elbows as I finally got back up. I couldn’t last much longer in this position.
“You had better keep up with the pace,” Lauren threatened “or else you’re going to have a lot of face plants.”
With that she gave my leash a light tug, encouraging me to follow her. Each step I took hurt my elbows as I worked extra hard to keep up with them. They both weren’t walking slow either and the thought of going up two flight of stairs was a scary thought. Going up the stairs was nearly impossible, with Lauren occasionally pulling the leash and knocking me off balance. Lauren and Brittany would only laugh and slightly tug the leash again to encourage me to continue. Finally, I made it to the top of the second flight of stairs, Lauren commanded me to stop.
“How rude of me. Brittany, would you like a ride?” Laruen asked.
“You’re too kind.” Brittany said with a huge smile on her face.
She plopped her ass on my back, causing a jolt of pain in my elbows and knees. It was hard enough walking on my knees and elbows but the added weight of Brittany was making it harder. Brittany or Lauren didn’t care however, Brittany pulled my hair and Lauren tugged on my leash.
“So here’s my bedroom, and his cage is underneath my bed.” Lauren said.
“We’re gonna have to get rid of that.” Britt said
“Why?!” Lauren asked astonishingly.
“Because it sends the slave the wrong message that he’s worthy enough to be in you’re presence. You want your slave to know that he’s inferior to you in every way. Even having him breath the same air you breath is a fucking privilege he doesn’t deserve and you need to start doing little things to reinforce that.” Brittany said leaning forward on my back.
“So he should sleep in the basement?” Lauren asked.
“He can if you want. Sometimes I have my slave sleep in a dog house, sometimes he sleeps in the basement on a old mattress or a cage and sometimes I keep him in bondage all night with a ball gag. These are the small things that’ll have him begging you to feed him your shit.” Brittany said.
“Well then I guess I need to call my sister and re-arrange some things,” Lauren said.
They continued the tour in her room with Brittany giving Lauren advice on what equipment to get and get rid over. All the while my knees and elbows are buckling from the crawling with Brittany on my weight. They showed no concerned however, as they just continued the tour. After the tour of the upstairs, Brittany got off of me so I could crawl downstairs. I crawled backwards, so I wouldn’t fall down the stairs. I couldn’t get any rest however, because as soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs, Brittany sat back on my back.
“Lauren, wouldn’t you like a ride?” Brittany asked.
“Why yes, my feet have been killing me.” Lauren said.
Brittany positioned herself closer to my lower back and Lauren sat down near my shoulders. Brittany pinched my ass, encouraging me to crawl around the house again. My elbows and knees were all about to give out as I crawled over tiles, rugs, and wooden stairs without any knee or elbow pads. This was harder than any football drill I’ve ever done.
“You know Laurie, we should find some ways to reward your slave.” Brittany said while patting my ass.
“What? All this talk about torture and now you want to think about rewarding him?” Laruen asked.
“Yeah, rewarding slaves can inspire them to perform their tasks to the best of their abilities and for them to continue to do so. Some things I do to reward my slave is feeding him scrapes from my dinner, eating my ass while he’s released from his chastity, washing my body in the shower and sleeping at the foot of my bed. To name the very few rewards my slave receives.” Brittany said.
“Well then, I have some ideas for that then.” Lauren said while stroking my hair.
“You know, I think we need a little privacy to discuss your slave’s further training. Plus you need to see what kind of equipment you need for your slave. So why don’t we take a road trip up to my cottage house up north?” Brittany asked
“Yes, let’s do it. With you’re enormous cottage, it must be like your own playground with all the equipment.” Lauren said in excitement.
If there’s anyone who is more spoiled than Lauren, it was Brittany. For her sweet sixteen Birthday her family gave her an enormous cottage home to herself. Both of them got off of me and then pushed me over on my side. They undid all of my bindings only to replace them with cuffs on my hands and ankles. Brittany then kicked me hard in my bruised ribs causing my to roll over on my back.
“Let’s go slave!” Brittany commanded while tugging my leash.
I crawled upstairs and right out the front door. I didn’t want to go outside but I dare didn’t want to provoke her. Besides the embarrassment I felt it was cold outside and snowing. I was thinking what if someone saw me like this, crawling on my hands and knees, being on a leash that some bitch is pulling and a chastity belt. Not to mention my swollen face and my bruised body. Brittany purposefully led me away from the driveway and into the yard of snow. It actually felt good to have my sore knees in the snow, It was as if Brittany was showing me some compassion. We finally we reached her car that was parked on the side of the street and she popped open the trunk.
“Get in the truck,” She said.
“Mistress, I’m riding in the trunk?” I asked
She responded with a vicious slap to my face, followed by a swift kick to my ribs. She then pushed me into the snow and stepped on my face.
“Of course you are you dumb-fuck. Did you think you were actually worthy enough to be seated in my car like you are a fucking person?! You aren’t a fucking person, you are an object for our amusement and just like a common item that get’s put in the trunk of a car. I thought you wouldn’t want to do anything stupid so you wouldn’t have people see your ass get kicked but I don’t give a fuck.” Brittany said.
“I’m sorry mistress, please forgive me.” I pleaded
She laughed and lifted her foot and pointed to her truck. I complied so I could avoid any other beatings I might receive. I got into her new Ford Fusion trunk and I was in the fetal position. She smiled at the sight of me and slammed the door. At that moment I clutched my stomach to ease some of the pain that I was in. The threat Brittany told me started to sink in. These beatings aren’t even the worst of it, they both have more torturous plans for me. I began to tremble and fear these plans that Lauren and Brittany had for me. I am actually contemplating eating Lauren’s shit if she can just stop the torment. It took them about an hour until I heard the car doors slammed. This was about to be the longest road trip of my life.
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