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Sissyslave gunnarsub turned into a slut
At a first glance non-consentual sex means sex without (any) consent. But there
is one form of non-consentual sex prevailing in a MISTRESS-slave relationship
where an agreement is entered with mutual consent, with which the slave seeks
satisfaction by domination and discipline explicitely enforcing actions which
are opposite to his normal behaviour.
My name of the game is this kind of non-consentual sex. The driving factor
behind the urgent wish to being forced to do things which I never would be
prepared to do under normal circumstances is humiliation. Already the thought
that I might be forced to do something most humiliating against my own will,
with no possibility to resist due to chains or other complete dependency at the
mercy of the MISTRESS, turns me on.
My MISTRESS should by nature be cruel, wicked, sadistic, evil, merciless, and by
no means fair. Just to give some examples, She should
keep me permanently naked and locked in heavy chains, menacles, cuffs, and
collar dedicating me fully at Her mercy,
collar me with a steel collar that by no means can be removed,
keep me locked in a steel, inescapable chastitybelt and then make me really
horny but deny me any satisfaction,
force me to obey Her without any restriction and even offer me as a victim to
Her friends and let them have their fun with me,
humiliate me in front of Her friends and in public. There should be no limit for
humiliating me, obedience to even the most humiliating orders be enforced and
orders never taken back,
make it difficult for me to perform to Her satisfacton,
document my humiliation in videos and pic.
If She is not satisfied with my performance, She should punish me cruelly
without limitation by means of whipping or torture. If my MISTRESS so likes,
punishment might be out of proportion. After being whipped and tortured without
mercy I should be forced to perform the order given to Her complete satisfation.
My MISTRESS may also ask Her friends to whip me until I cry for mercy.
But let the story begin
...
It all started when I began to serve Her via e-mail. She is a professional
Mistress for on-line training and humiliation who had read the following message
I posted in a yahoo group:
Slave available for weekend sessions
Hi to all who like to have a "virgin" at their mercy.
First, I am not gay but I am a male slave, 55, living in the Southern part of
Germany who is after utmost humiliation. So far I never have submitted to a male
but I like the idea of being fully at the mercy of a gay couple or a group
during an evening or weekend session with no safeword and no way out.
I get a kick out of being forced into unlimited obedience as their slave, not
knowing what will be ordered next and to whom I will have to serve, too.
In order to ensure that I will not be in the position to escape, I should be
kept nude and locked in chains and menacles with a heavy, massive steel slave
collar around my neck. I should be kept locked until I have executed all orders
for my utmost humiliation to the complete satisfaction of the whole crowd.
In order to provide You with all power to force me to unlimited obedience I
should not be allowed to speak if not asked and any failure should entail a most
severe whipping in such a way that I dare not speak again.
Similarly, if You are not satisfied with my performance, I should be punished,
whipped and tortured cruelly without mercy. Punishment should be no way out of
obedience, thereafter Ishould be forced to perform the order given to complete
satisfation.
Make me lick Your boots in front of Your friends and have that done also in
public. On the basis of safe and sane sex I should be forced to suck the Your
cock and those of all Your friends. Whip until I beg You to fuck me and then
hand me over to Your friends and make me their slut.
In order to increase my humiliation You and Your friends may record the session
and subsequently post the pics in a Yahoo adult group.
By the way, I do not go for money. See my homepage
http://www.geocities.com/gunnarsub/enslaved.html
gunnarsub
Soon I entered into a special agreement with Her and for a small monthly fee She
would give assignments to me as Her sissy slave. As I was especially interested
amonst others also to be forced into obedience against my will, I furnished her
with the password to my homepage where -as you can check- is stored a
comprehensive documentation about me as a slave, how I wish to be to treated,
and last but not least a slavecontract with my full real name address, and
phone. From the pics on the homepage I am clearly identifyable and a lot of the
pics show me in most compromising situations. We agreed that She would change
the password and publish the URL of the slavecontract in a series of yahoo clubs
if I failed to obey Her orders during the initial six months period of our
agreement. I even provided Her with the mail of my boss and we agreed that She
would send mail him advising to go to this URL and to find there some most
intereting information on one of his employees.
Last, but not least I furnished Her with the password to The Slave Register
where I am registered as a slave at www.slaveregister.com/713150 and She changed
the password, meaning that I cannot prevent Her from displaying there, too, my
full name and address without me being in the position to do anything against
it.
With other words, we had agreed She would blackmail me unless I obeyed all Her
assignments. I was now receiving personal e-mails with instructions on what She
expected me to do next. In the beginning I had thought that being instructed by
e-mail She couldn't tell if I really did the assignment or not but that turned
out to be a crucial failure.
I had purchased panties at a local boutique, admitting to the salesclerk that
they were for me, tried on a lipstick at a boutique, worn diapers and wet myself
in public all just because Mistress assigned me to. I had also begun to wear
panties, pantyhose and bras or bodysuits under my clothes to work and other
places, and had been out in public totally dressed many times. The next
assignment went way beyond any of these. I'll just let you read the email...
"Sissy gunnarsub,
I am pleased that you have followed all my instructions thus far. It is time to
take the next step. You are to find a man and have him give you at least one
dollar in exchange for a blowjob.
Additionally, you must get proof of having done this. Have someone take a
picture with him in your mouth, or a picture with his cum on your face. Do not
use a digital camera; either a Polaroid or regular film camera should be used.
(This way if I decide to show your friends or coworkers the pictures you can't
claim they are doctored.) I want at least 10 pictures. If you find a customer
who will take 10 pictures, those will be fine, if he will only take one, then
you must find another customer.
When you have 10 pictures, e-mail me and I will tell you where to mail the
pictures. And you better have them by end of this month. When you have the
pictures, you will begin to use the name 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' in
all conversation and e-mail correspondence.
Your Mistress"
My first thought was to write her back and cancel, after all I was a slave, not
a cock sucking slut. So I asked my Mistress not to insist - but in vain. She
even got angry and told me that there was no way out and that She now would
aggravate my duties. The longer I thought about it the more I realised that, I
couldn't expect to only do things that I enjoy.
Finally, a few days later I decided to go for it. I dressed as sexy as could,
black leather miniskirt, pink blouse, pink tights and 5" high heels and drove to
a gay and lesbian bar a few blocks from my house. As I checked myself in the
mirror, I thought I was very passable and looked like nothing more than a whore
in search of a trick. I got to the bar pretty early (about 7) found a table to
sit at where I could be seen from most of the bar and ordered a glass of wine.
After all, it wouldn't help to hide, I was hoping someone would approach and I
wouldn't be reduced to propositioning strangers and facing the rejection that
can go along with that.
I had been there about 45 minutes when a guy came over and sat opposite me at
the table and asked, "What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?"
It was such a cliche, I couldn't help but smile as I replied, "Maybe I'm not
really that nice."
"Touche, and maybe you're not really a girl either."
I blushed and introduced myself as 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' and he
asked me what I was here to find. Pulling a trick from one of Mistress' earlier
assignments I just reached in my purse and handed him a printout of the e-mail
She had sent me. The only other things in my purse were a Polaroid camera, my
make up, keys, and some money.
He read the e-mail several times and then smiled, "So have you sucked many
cocks, gunnarsub?"
"No, but there's a first time for everything," I said trying to sound
convinving.
"Yes there is, indeed there is. Do you have a room we can go to?"
I blushed, "I hadn't thought of that, sorry."
"Well, it takes time to learn to be a slut, I suppose, let me say goodbye to my
friends and I'll meet you in the parking lot."
His name was Marcel and he was a good-looking guy with blonde hair and a slight
build about 5'7" tall. If I was going to have to suck a cock for my Mistress at
least I hadn't had to suck off some fat slob, so I was feeling pretty lucky as I
finished my drink and went out to the parking lot to wait for Marcel. He came
out and escorted me to his BMW and drove to his apartment. When we arrived there
I was so desparate and miserable as I knew that there was no more alternative.
Trembling of shame I finally was standing in front of the apartment door.
After we had entered, he told me "Since I am the customer and you are the slut,
you have to do what I tell you, right?"
"Yes, Sir," I replied, getting into character.
He cuffed my hands behind my back. This was the moment when I crossed the
Rubicon. Only a minute later I was on my knees, he opened his zip and a half
erected cock apppeared. He then pulled his cock out of his pants and rested it
on my lower lip. "Beg me to make you a cock sucking slut, gunnarsub."
"Please Sir, please let me suck your cock, let me be your slut."
As I hesitated he grip my hair and forced his cock into my face. "Suck me,
slut." As I still hesitated he slapped me in the face and so I started to lick.
His cock grew and then he forced it into my mouth. Tears in my eyes I started
sucking. It didn't make me hot at all but I finished the job and he cummed
partly into my mouth and on my face. I just was not able to swallow his cum and
spit it on the ground. In this moment I realized that there was another guy in
the room with a video cam in his hands. I wanted to protest but again the first
guy slapped me into the face and told me to keep quiet. I didn't dare say
anything and they pushed me towards the entrance door. There he unlocked the
cuffs and then pushed me out of the door with a kick in the ass. Instead of a
good buy he told me that I would have to regret spitting out his cum and then
the door was closed.
My way back home was like in a dream. Although I immediately cleaned my face
with a tissue I still feel like having the taste of his cum in my mouth. I had
performed a blowjob for somebody I don't know, I did not have the pics requested
and now even fear what these two guys might do with the videos recorded. The
only good thing is that they do not know my name.
In the next chat session I informed my Mistress about the whole story. At first,
She insited to find another customer but then decided that I would have to go
back to this gay couple and get properly trained as a slut.
She ordered me to buy a Logitech Quick Cam and advised me that from now on She
would supervise our on-line sessions with the help of my Logitech cam, thus
controlling to what extent I comply with her orders. I will have to get a tattoo
between my cock and my navel, marking me with 5 cm high bold letters as slave
and to show evidence to Her by videocamera during our next session.
She ordered me, too, to make a proposal to the ntcweb forum "mail pillory" how
to put into action the suggested training to become a slut for gays and to
invite this forum for comments and for a vote in a poll about it. In order to
motivate me for a humiliating proposal my Mistress threatened that I would have
to get another tattoo on my upper arm marking me in bold letters as gay slut if
the poll of the member turns down my proposal as not being sufficient.
My proposal was the following:
I should have to report back to this guy Marcel and ask him and his friend to
train me as their slut during a series of sessions. I accept that I will have to
be naked and kept in chains during my training and that I should be whipped
immediately if they are not satisfied with my performance. My training should be
most humiliating and recorded in pics and videos for the perusal of my Mistress.
I should not only be forced to provide blowjobs to Marcel and his friend, but
have to keep their cum in my mouth as long as they wish and subsequently swallow
it.
They should chain me to the ceiling with my hands cuffed above my head and my
feed spread by a bar. Then they should whip me until I beg them to fuck me and
to lick their boots.
I know that to become a slut means to have to prostitute myself. Therefore I am
prepared to be put at the disposal of other gays under the condition that they
use condoms when I have to service them. They might be furnished with the right
to whip me and punish me without mercy it I do not comply with all their orders.
gunnarsub
This proposal can be seen at
www.ntcweb.com/ib/cgi/ikonboard.cgi?s=d07df6f4f9cc56a8a2536f3ac54e607a;act=ST;f=
55;t=14
Fortunately, the members of that ntcweb forum voted in my favour, so I will not
be marked as a gay slut, but one member suggested not only to train me as a slut
but recommended that I are forced to offer my ass for money, but for not more
than one buck. Another member stated that "Sucking cock, and swallowing cum is
something a sissy does. A sissy will take up the ass if thats what the Domme
wants. A sissy will also be the cleanup girl for a Domme after She's had sex
with her stud..if thats what She wants."
I should say that I don't think that I am a sissy, I never in my life had any
sexual contact so far with another male. The only thing I have dreamt of so far
is to lick the cum out of my Mistress right after she had sex with Her lover.
The kick for me is the humiliation. I think I will not like to be fucked by a
male nor did I like to suck the cock of this guy Marcel. But I will have to do
it as my Mistress reassured me that She will do what I had asked her, namely to
publish the slavecontract with my name on to mail my boss about me if I do not
follow all Her orders.
By the way, if She ordered me to clean out her pussy after She's had sex with
her lover(s) I would have no choice but to obey. I may add that I think I would
not do that if not forced to do so, but I like the idea and it excites me. And I
think I would even wish that order to happen. I just imagine to be naked on my
knees with my hands cuffed behind my back and a leash attached to crocodile
clamps on my nipples with which my Mistress dirigates me to watch closely how
She gets fucked, and immediately thereafter dirigating me to Her pussy for
cleaning it from the cum of Her lover while he pushes my head deep into Her
pussy. I even imagine to have to clean subsequently his cock as well.
Similarly, if She ordered me to get trained in serving as human toilet I would
have no choice but to obey. I imagine that the MISTRESS and all of Her male and
female friends who like this service require me to perform this service in the
particular way that they like best. I should be forced to expertly learn each
technique, so that I may properly serve each female and each male whenever she
or He requires me to do so.
...
My Mistress ordered me now to report on next Friday evening with Marcel and to
stay there until Sunday evening for my initial training. The training itself
ought to be as outlined and my Mistress told me that there will be definitely a
number of sessions to follow.
She furthermore announced that I would get belted with a Latowsi type
chastitybelt for an unspecified period with Marcel as keyholder and that from
today onwards I would have to carry with me at any time a pair of cuffs, a steel
collar and a leash, a butt plug, a lubricant and at least a dozen condoms in a
ladies' handbag.
I was definitely anxious of what was going to happen. As ordered by my Mistress,
on Friday evening I was on the way to report to Marcel. Actually, I did not have
a phone number but only name and address of Marcel. When I arrived at the
apartment building where he was living I kept watching it for more than one hour
as I just did not dare enter. I was so desparate and miserable as I knew that
there was no more alternative.
Trembling of shame I finally was standing in front of the apartment door and
rang the bell. But instead of him or his friend a giant black guy whom I did not
know opened the door and asked me not unfriendly what I wanted. I asked for
Marcel but was told that he was not at home. It was a strange situation and I
did not know what to do.
It was as I had a lump in my throat. So I said that that I was here for a job to
do and that I wanted to talk with Marcel about it. He simply asked me for what
job. For a moment I thought to tell him that I wanted to come back again the
next day, but then it came to my mind that my Mistress had orderd me to report
to Marcel today and I did not want to risk failing to obey Her order.
The black giant asked me to enter and repeated his question for what job. As I
hesitated to answer he went out of the room and I thought he would perhaps phone
Marcel. But insead of that this guy came back with a pile of papers in his right
hand, looked at me and threw the papers on the floor. I blushed, the papers were
pics showing me blowing Marcel.
I wanted to pick up the photos but the black guy took me and cuffed my hands
behond my back. He asked again for what job. So I said that somebody had sent me
to offer myself for training to become a slut for gays. He didn't answer and I
felt like a crab in boiling water.
Then after ages he put a rope around my neck, fixed it to a hook on the wall and
left the room without saying anyathing further. Now I was caught.
After what seemed to be ages the door opened again and Marcel and his friend who
had taken the pics with on blowjob entered. Marcel said " So you want us to
train you as a slut. Do you know what that means for you?".
At low voice I started to explain my situation and that I was ordered to ask him
and his friend to train me as their slut during a series of sessions, naked and
kept in chains and that I should getting whipped immediately if they are not
satisfied with my performance.
Cooly, Marcel stated that he would be prepared to look into my proposal, but
only at his terms. He unfastened me from the wall and unlocked my cuffs. "You
have to make up your mind now! You still have the chance to leave, but then do
it now and never come back. If you like to stay, there will be no way back, we
won't let you out as our slave ever again. There are three simple and basic
rules:
* You will obey to any order and we will ensure that it always will be best
practise
* You are not allowed to talk without being asked
* We will ensure that you will experience a hell of humiliation and pain as a
slut
And be assured that we will mercilessly whip and torture you if we are not
satisfied with your performance or if you fail to comply. Is that understood?
Now leave or strip and become our slave."
I was caught. There was no way out as I could not afford to leave as that would
have meant for sure that my homepage with my full real name, address, and phone
would be disclosed, the slavecontract published, and a mail sent to my boss. So
I started to strip. A couple of minutes later I was cuffed again, but now being
naked.
Marcel's friend opened my ladies'handbag. They laughed when they saw it's
contents. Marcel's friend took the heavy collar, showed it to Marcel and stated
"Have a look, the padlock cannot be accessed by any tool. That means the collar
cannot be removed without the key, but we should use a padlock of our's and
avoid that there is any reserve key left with our slave." Marcel laughed and
said "Our slave will have to show us where he lives and who he is, as on Sunday
we will remove the collar only at his home." His friend smiled and added "Not
only that, we will remove it only if we are furnished with the same rights and
information as his Mistress and his boss will get a mail rightaway unless our
slave shows up for the next session." I started trembling when the collar was
closed around my neck. Things were going into a direction I had not been
expecting and had gone out of my control.
I pleaded not to do that. Marcel slapped me in the face and icely remarked "You
were not asked for your comments. You are not allowed to talk without being
asked. We will show you what it entails to break a basic rule. You will be caned
without mery. They gagged me, fixed my hands to a chain dangling from the
ceiling and locked my legs in a spreader bar. Then Marcel ordered me to expose
my ass to the cane. Although I obeyed I suddenly felt a most painful stinging
whip on my shoulders. The pain was almost unbearable. Marcel told me that this
strike was not going to be counted as it should only support to use more efforts
to expose my ass to the cane. With tears in my eyes I tried to strech out and
expose my ass even more to the cane. The strike on my ass caused pain like hell.
As a result my whole body swang forward. Again the order from Marcel " Expose
your ass to the cane."
I do not know how I survived the next half an hour. This was not the pain I
liked, this was torture I could not stand. They caned me in a way I never had
been experiencing before and I was not in a position to stop them. I swept and
cries but there was no mercy und I began to understand that they would break me
and force me into a level of slavery I never had anitcipated.
When it was over, Marcel told me "Never speak again without being asked, slave."
Then he pointed on his boots. "Lick them clean, slave, and do a good job or the
whipping will continue." I think I never had been licking boots in such a
servile mannor before.
"We are going to make you our sissy slave girl!" From now on, you will only wear
panties under your clothes- no boxers. This will remind you of who is in control
and what you are." "You will be dressed in lingerie only." "You will service us
like a little slave girl whenever we want." "You will do whatever we tell you,
whenever we tell you." You will be sissy slave girl - Is that clear, slave?" As
this was obviously a question directly addressed to me I anwered "Yes, Master
Marcel." Marcel smiled.
Francis, this is the name of Marcel's friend, brought me some water in a bowl
and put it on the floor. I was glad because I was now really thirsty. With my
hands cuffed on the back, I kneeled and tried to put my mouth into the water. In
this very moment he pissed over my head, my hair got wet and part of the pee
dropped into the bowel, the rest on the floor. I knew that there was no
alternative than to empty the bowel what I did. When I wanted to rise again, I
realised that Marcel had recorded everything, so they wanted to expand their
documentation on my slavery. Then Francis ordered me to lick all the drops of
pee from the floor. My aching ass reminded me that it would be better to obey
immediately and I heard them laughing. But it came even worse when Marcel said:
"Your training will never end again. We will keep you as our slave and slut."
Francis then chaind me to the floor in a way that I could lift my head only only
for about one foot. He placed a footstool in the center of the room and put a PC
on it in such a mannor that I was facing the computer screen. Then Francis
started the computer. Images of naked, bound men flashed on the screen for a few
seconds and then changed. Several pictures went by and then I saw one of a man
kneeling, completely nude, and sucking a dick. And then it hit me - the man on
the picture was me! Francis had recorded pictures showing me in most embarassing
situations and ... there was another one... and another... and another...! I
always wanted to become a slave, now I knew had become one, but with no way out.
In this position I was kept for the night.
...
To be continued
