Sissy gunnarsub Turned Into A Slut
part 3
A few weeks later. The Latowski belt had arrived. Marcel had locked my wrists to
chains dangling from the ceiling and my ankles widespread to bolts on the
ground. Taking all the pieces of the steel chastity belt from a cupboard, Marcel
explains "There are two locks but one key fits to both of them. And there are
three identical keys that fit. Key number one is with a lawyer. You don't need
to know about that. It's a sort of insurance policy. If things go wrong between
us, he's got enough information about you to ensure you will regret it up to the
end of your life.
"Key number two is with Francis and number three with me. So easy." With a flick
of his wrist, he clicks on a hidden light switch and spotlighted a steel and
chrome masterpiece. "It's a Latowski chastity belt, which I have modified just a
bit. Oh, don't get me wrong, it's a wonderful design, but I want to absolutely
assure permanence to it. Even this chastity belt might be defeated by cutting or
filing, although I doubt that in a Latowski belt this works." "But just to be on
the safe side I have modified the belt to provide an absolute "secure"
protection.
Well, I have added a more permanent accessory to prevent tampering. Embedded
within the front part of the belt is a high tensile steel pin neatly positioned
above the cock. The entire system is balanced under high tension and would be
triggered by cutting or grinding of the belt in any way. Any unauthorised
tampering and...." SNAP! In a fast flash, a razor sharp steel pin perforates the
cock. " There is no way to open the belt without the proper key. I am quite sure
it would be extremely painful if somebody tried. Ingenious isn't it?
I can do nothing but stare in speechless horror at the devilish device.
Marcel skilfully adjusts the belt fitting one piece into another. "You are quite
safe, as long as you don't try to get free, slave." "Finished! Have a last look
at the lock and key, as you will never be able to touch them again." This shocks
me even more that having the belt placed on me.
There would be no release for me for quite some time. Over the next few months,
I will become very attentive to Marcel's and Francis? needs. The devilish pin
within the belt stops all my attempts to get relief. This chastity belt was the
best tool to avoid that I ever again would be able to escape from being their
slave and slut...
...
The next morning Marcel ordered me:
"Take the phone and dial this number. When somebody answers, just say 'This is
Gunnar, and my ass and my body are entirely at your disposal." I looked sharply
at Marcel and think "I can't say that!" but do not dare speak.
I picked up the phone and dialled. "Hello?" A deep, male voice. I hesitated,
briefly. 'This is Gunnar" I said, my voice slightly tremulous, "and my ass and
my body are entirely at your disposal." For several seconds there was silence.
"If he asks you questions" Marcel murmured "Just answer 'Yes, Sir' or 'No,
Sir'." I nodded.
You're Gunnar, the guy with the chastity belt?" the voice of that man again. I
hesitated, shocked that obviously a lot of people already knew that I was locked
in a chastity belt. "Yes, Sir" I at last responded. "And you know me?" "No, Sir"
I replied. " But you like to offer your body and your ass to people whom you
don't know?" "Not really, Sir." "But you like to get fucked by people whom you
don't know?" I did not know what to answer, so I said again "Not really, Sir."
Marcel suddenly took a riding crop and I got a stinging lash on my back. "You
haven't quite grasped your situation yet, slave, have you? "Either you apologise
for your rudeness, or you subject yourself to fifty strokes with this crop and
ring this number again in an hour's time. Choose. "
Marcel continued "Call him and tell him how sorry you are. Repeat that your ass
and your body are entirely at his disposal."
"Hello?" That deep voice again. "Hello, Sir. This is Gunnar. I've been ordered
to tell you how much I regret my rudeness in not admitting how much like to get
fucked by everybody and, too, by people whom I don't know". I paused. He said
nothing. "I really am most sorry for my grossly impolite behaviour, Sir. Please
forgive me, Sir!"
His answer was like a choc for me. "You will have to learn that a slave never
ever has the right to state that he does not like something, especially not to
get fucked by people whom he don't know. Even worse, you are not only a slave
but a slut. And secondly, you were ordered to call yourself 'Sissy gunnarsub,
cock sucking slut' in all conversation, which you have not done. I insist that
you will get severely punished for that matter of disobedience."
"Marcel, I would like you to lock up this slut spread eagled in a pillory,
unable to move, blindfolded and gagged. Remove his chastity belt and put
crocodile clamps on his nipples, ass and shoulders should be naked and exposed
for whipping. He should be kept in this position for at least 4 hours. Execute
every 30 minutes 25 lashes without mercy on his ass and shoulders. Ignore all
pleas for mercy or release. The lashing should continue even if the slave is
screaming and pleading.
He then should be raped repeatedly, used and abused in any manner you, Francis
and your friends desire or consider necessary.
This procedure and the experience of long-term punishment and humiliation should
soon break in the slave and he should soon obey each and every command instantly
knowing the consequences of disobedience.
...
...
"Today we are going to have a party and the centre of attraction will be you.
Today you will be gangbanged, slave," Marcel told me instead of a welcome at our
next session. Having stripped to my chastity belt he cuffed my left wrist to my
left ankle and my right wrist to my right ankle, forcing me in a bent position
and offering my ass. He locked the steel collar around my neck, and fixed a
leash to it pulling me to the living room. In there were some eight men, Francis
and the two black giants who had fucked me already during my first session. The
others I did not know. From the way they were looking at me I got that it would
not be an easy day for me. Marcel told me that I would have to suck off all
these well hung gentlemen and get them in my ass as many times as they could
manage. I was not be allowed to cum and was even not able to achieve an erection
due to my chastity belt.
To start I had to greet all guests by licking their boots exposing my ass
prominently with the opening in the chastity belt to the others. Then Francis
forced me on my knees, chained my balls to my ankles, put crocodile clamps with
weights on my nipples, and cuffed my wrists behind my back. "Remember that we
will whip and torture you without mercy unless we are satisfied with your
performance or if you fail to comply. Is that understood?" Marcel threatened and
continued "and you will swallow all cum. Do not dare spit it out."
Some of the cocks I blew until they cummed, others stick their cock in getting
it ready for fucking me. When they were done I had to take the cock back into my
mouth until he was hard again, at which time he did me another again, that was
repeated several times until all were finished.
Slut", Marcel stopped me right in my movement, "may I ask you to do me a
favour?" This was a question rhetoric with no answer expected and I did not dare
answer. "I would like you to remember this great day and share it with other
people, too. By next Friday, you will get a tattoo on your back right above the
chastity belt stating in bold letters Marcel was here on the left side, many
others too on the right side and in between an arrow pointing downwards to your
asshole. Everybody will understand what that means and treat you as what you
are, namely a slut. On next Friday we will check".
Getting the tattoo was most embarrassing, I did not only have to explain what I
was after but had to display also my chastity belt to the guy in there. When I
wanted to pay cash he rejected and insisted that I paid with my credit card,
thus getting my full name. But he was still not satisfied and wanted to see my
passport as well claiming that this would be their paying policy. I knew that I
would meet this guy from the tattoo shop soon again.
...
To be continued
