I.

Christmas Eve.

Nonchalantly, after just arriving home from the grocery store, Nikki came downstairs and gave me the news. I’d been dusting while she was out, making the house clean for her family visiting the next day and her guests visiting that night. She didn’t waste any time getting into it.

       “Hey,” she started, looking me up and down with a familiar disgusted look, “look at yourself.”

       My image had been in the bar mirror all afternoon. I was wearing a pair of Nikki’s old cotton shorts, which were ridiculously tight and short on me. You could see through the fabric the rings that encircle my dick to keep it from getting excited. A hole was cut out at the asshole. I had a whole set of old cotton shorts with holes cut out at the asshole. When Nikki’s friend Heidi’s boyfriend began coming over randomly to give Nikki twenty dollars to buttfuck me, Nikki thought the holes in my shorts would be convenient. Other than the shorts I had on a pair of high heels. The rest of me was naked and shaved.

       Nikki continued. “This whole situation has been too pathetic for too long. I’m bored of you. I’m bored of the same genitals swinging all over the house, I’m bored of putting things in the same asshole, I’m bored of the same grimacing face, I’m bored...I’m ANNOYED...having to look at you all the time.”

       It had been obvious she wasn’t very interested in me anymore. If I wasn’t doing a chore I was usually left tied up in an uncomfortable position somewhere hidden so she could forget about me. She hadn’t let me cum in over a year, and in that year I had only given her oral pleasure three times.

She went on, “me and Jared are very serious. I think I might marry him, and if we get married we don’t need you hanging around all the time. I need to either move on or find another boy.  So I’m giving you away. I’m giving you to Heidi as a Christmas gift.”

       

Heidi was an evil sadist who took every opportunity she could get to torment me. If she was at all bored she would use me for cruel amusement. She never once showed me the slightest hint of compassion, even when I was first going out with Nikki, when I suspect her and Nikki made fun of me in private. For one typical instance amongst innumerable others, one day, while Nikki was at work, Nikki left me tied up hanging upside down from a tree in her backyard (she has a large lot). I had refused to suck off one of her guy friends while she left me and that friend home alone the day before. I hadn’t given a male head yet and didn’t know Nikki considered me obligated to blow any cock that wanted it. While I was hanging there, swinging slightly from the occasional strong wind, Heidi pulled up to Nikki’s house to look around for her lost wallet. She looked excited when she caught sight of me. Mad about her lost wallet, she took the time to pretend I had anything to do with its disappearance. She let me down from the tree and used the rope I was hanging from to drag me behind the sit-down lawnmower, all over the backyard. The backyard isn’t very even. I hit a lot of bumps and became a mess of green stains and aches. I was naked, so when I was dragged along on my stomach, my genitals, luckily not in any chastity piercings at the time, received a lot of small cuts. When she was finished, Heidi left me laying on the ground, and after she found her wallet she left a note on me, saying, “Take this log for a ride!” When Nikki got home and read the note, she laughed at it and then left me to sleep in the grass, but not before rubbing honey all over me to attract ants and bugs. I wasn’t in chastity then, so I humped the grass, pissed on myself and slept. The next day Nikki was certain I wouldn’t refuse her friends blowjobs anymore. She was right.

       

I stared down at the ground while Nikki told me about her plans to get rid of me. I didn’t say anything. It wouldn’t have done any good. I just cried. It didn’t move her.

       “I know Heidi will have a lot of fun with you, and I know her boyfriend won’t mind you being around. He’ll be saving lots of money. She’s also mentioned giving you to a lesbian female supremacist. She’s repeatedly talked about how funny it would be. I figure if she doesn’t want you, or if she gets bored of you, she’ll just do that. If you do end up at a lesbian female supremacist’s, she’ll probably castrate you, or at least never allow you any orgasm or pleasure. She’ll just use you for grunt work and chores. I’ve seen these places on the internet, houses full of guys with no testicles doing menial labor. So I suggest you keep Heidi entertained.”

       Nikki walked upstairs, shouting back down them, “Come make your last dinner when you’re done.” I finished dusting.

       

II.

Nikki and I met in college. After a short friendship she asked me out, which surprised me. I’m attractive, certainly above average, pretty well above average, but Nikki was gorgeous. Tall, 5’9, flawlessly preened, with long blond hair and large breasts, she didn’t seem like her looks were manufactured at the same unreliable factory normal people’s come from. She seemed like she walked off a magazine cover. And she was totally self-possessed. I didn’t see how she could ever find reason to stop for one guy, let alone me.

       In retrospect, it’s obvious that from the start my lure for her was that I seemed kind of pathetic and easy to manipulate. She would suggest slyly that her going out with me was kind of like a favor, that she could have anyone and I couldn’t, that I was very lucky to be with her. She didn’t have to be too suggestive, not enough for it to be very obvious, because it was true. She was able to hold that over me. I wasn’t a wimp or a fool. I was just no match, and she was naturally gifted at deceiving. She would have ways of fooling me into thinking the relationship was on a more equal footing, that she cared about me like I did her. But her real stance, I can see now, still shined through. She would make demeaning comments here and there but cover them up in nice language. She was always demanding and I never challenged it. There was never any sex. We only went out for 9 months, so it didn’t seem overly peculiar. While she wouldn’t have sex, she did like to go in my pants to play with my hard cock and tell me that it was soon that we’d have sex for the first time. But soon would come and go and there would only be more teasing. I didn’t object for feeling used or cruelly teased because it was far too engaging to have a woman of this caliber handling my cock and making provocative gestures. I was too addicted to just stop. She said she had a serious fear of being used, that she wanted to make sure I’d still want to be with her if there wasn’t any sex, and that’s why she wouldn’t make love yet, even if she really wanted to. I bought it. She’d make up one excuse or another and I never caught on.

       I thought we were in love. I was in love with her, and while she was in love with me, it wasn’t the kind of love I thought it was, at least not very strongly. Not knowing this, I was shocked and heartbroken when she suddenly dumped me, not even having given me one orgasm yet, let alone sex. I think she dumped me because by then she either had to go beyond teasing or break it off. She didn’t want to go beyond teasing me. If we had sex I wouldn’t turn her on that much anymore because I would no longer be the purely manipulated. So she broke it off. I didn’t have any idea why. I just felt betrayed and refused to even talk to her.

       She went on to become a successful business woman. I didn’t go on to become anything worth mentioning. And then I ran into her at a bar. We started talking again. One thing let to another and we were going out again. The relationship still looked like it did before, only this time we had sex, even if only once every one or two weeks. She liked the sex, she had opened up to it, but it turned her on much more to tease and deny me. She hid that really well and I still wasn’t aware of her exact motivation. She had this explanation and that explanation, that it was so much more special if we kept it rare and whatnot.

       During this time I started reading female domination stories on the internet. It became clear that this is what I was most into and this was why I was so absolutely in love with Nikki. She was very dominant. I didn’t realize that she was dominant sexually, though I suspected it. It was innate in her personality and that was what made her so impossibly beguiling to me.

       I didn’t bring up my growing interest in female domination for fear of her thinking it freakish. But she really wanted it all along. She just tried to keep it subtle because she thought I might not like it if the power dynamic became really pronounced. There was probably also some excitement for her to know that she was playing with me, was a cat playing with a blind mouse, pulling on my strings without my even being aware of it.

       And then the underlying theme of our relationship broke out into the open.

I slept at her place the night before. But we didn’t have sex. She made out with me and then said she was too tired and rolled over and went to sleep. We hadn’t had sex in quite a while, and around that time she had been dressing very provocatively and coming on to me suddenly at random places.

At a wedding, without any evident reason, she had pulled me into a bathroom and french kissed me, violently, rubbing her body up and down mine and breathing heavy like we were about to have the most passionate sex we’d ever had. It looked like the start of a Hollywood sex scene. My excitement gauge skipped the intermediate gradations and went straight to absolutely hot. Then, as suddenly as it began and before it had a chance to go anywhere, she walked out. Back out in the open, she said it was because she realized someone might have walked in and she was afraid that if her friend’s priest father found out he would think lower of her than he already did. That was bullshit. She was doing exactly what she wanted.

       I was jumping out of my skin with sexual energy. I was hoping we’d have a pre-work love making session, since she seemed interested but too worn out the night before. So after she went to work without anything happening, I had to jerk off, just so I could think straight again. I went on her computer and ended up finding a photo diary website about a guy made to dress like a woman and never allowed to orgasm. He wore a chastity belt and was basically humiliated and tortured 24/7 by his female keeper. I hadn’t seen this sort of thing and it turned me on tremendously. I came into a paper towel and then erased Nikki’s internet history, embarrassed and thinking she would find me too freaky if she found out.

       I should have been more careful when I threw the paper towel away. I threw it in the garbage can right by the computer, in plain view. I hadn’t stopped to notice, but the paper towel was stiff enough to retain the shape it had while it was wrapped around my dick. It was obvious a dick had been in there, especially with the stain on the tip. While Nikki hadn’t expressly forbid masturbation—she didn’t have that much power yet—it was at least understood that she didn’t want to have any notice of it. So when she saw the paper towel in the garbage by her computer, she thought it was a little rude.

       She brought it to me that night after dinner. “Look what I found.” she said. I turned red. “Do you have to leave this laying by my computer? I do work there. Don’t be so obvious.”

       “What do you expect me to do?” I asked. “I was bursting.”

       “What were you looking at on the computer that was enthralling enough for this big of a cum stain?” she asked.

       “Just standard porn.”

       “I want to see it. If I’m not enough for all your dicky’s excitement, I want to know what is.”

       “Don’t call it a ‘dicky.’ It’s a cock, a beautiful, manly cock.”

       “Okay...Show me what you were looking at.”

       I refused, but she was persistent all evening and said she wouldn’t have sex with me until she could see. I think she was hoping to find what she did find. Knowing how stubborn she is and unable to handle the thought of no sex, I finally agreed. When I got on the internet and tried to fake a more normal website, it was obvious that I really didn’t know where I was surfing to. So she insisted I show her what I was really looking at. I decided to hell with it and showed her.

       Her reaction: “You like this stuff?” I nodded my head. “It turns you on to think about yourself in a situation similar to his?” I nodded. She raised her eyebrow slightly and said, “Well, okay.” I thought it was indifference, and there was no mention of it for the next few weeks.

          And then on a  Saturday evening we had some of the best sex we’d ever had. We fucked numerous times, laying together in between. After our last go she brought us wine to drink in bed. I didn’t know it, but mine included a pill that would make my sleep too deep to be easily disturbed. I dozed off with her in my arms, and the next morning I awoke to a surprise.

My hands were handcuffed behind my back and my whole crotch area felt tightly encased. She had dressed me in a cb-2000 chastity belt and a pair of her tight cotton shorts. Otherwise I was naked. With a personality as forceful as hers, I knew right away that the situation wasn’t going to be very negotiable.

       I called out to her a few times. She walked into the room with a warm smile. “Hi honey, you’re awake,” she said.

       “What the hell is this?!” I asked. 

       “You look cute.”

       “I’m trying to get morning wood and I can’t. This isn’t pleasant.”

       

“Well, now you won’t need to go on my computer and rub it off while I’m at work.”

       “Come on, get this thing off me.”

       “Nuh uh honey. I know it seems sudden, but this is how it’s going to work from now on. I like how you look right now, handcuffed and slutty and bewildered. You won’t need to look at the website if it’s happening to you.”

       I was standing up by now, trying to look commanding even though my hands were handcuffed behind my back and I was mostly naked. She wasn’t intimidated. She pulled my shorts down and cupped her hands under my balls. She lifted up my genitals so I could see what was happening to them better.”

       “Where’s the key?” I asked.

       She hugged  me and kissed me. “Doesn’t matter,” she said. “I’m not letting you out. From now on you have to earn it and be a good boy for me. You’re usually pretty good already, but this way there won’t be any wanking off, and if your insistence on sex all the time gets to be too much I can threaten you with long long periods of no cumming, of no erections even. You won’t need to beg for sex. It’ll happen when I unlock you and decide to put you in me. Otherwise just be a good boy and don’t screw up your chances.” She grabbed my ass and put her hands on my chest.

       “Come on,” I pleaded. “Is this a joke? Just something to do on weekends? I don’t want this thing on me. I feel like a sissy. What’s a man that can’t get hard?”

       “My man, cuter than ever.” She said it looking down at my locked up penis. If it was convenient I always tried to keep it out of sight when it was limp. I only wanted her to know it hard. When it was soft it looked especially small and wimpy. It was a dick that expanded to be pretty large but was pretty tiny seeming limp.

       “I don’t want to be cute if this is cute. Take it off.”

       “If your dick doesn’t want to be this cute, why is it so intent on getting hard?” she asked. I stared off to the side.

       “Look,” she continued, staring me down and cupping my balls again, rolling them in her fingers. “This is it. Either you wear your chastity device when I haven’t taken it off, or I’m finished letting you have sex with me. You can use your websites when your dick needs to spew.”

       She paused. My balls were still in her hand but her hand seemed to have forgotten them.

       “You know I mean it,” she finished.

“This is ridiculous,” I told her, still poorly trying to be commanding. “You can’t do this to someone, to me. I’m a grown man. If I have a right to anything it’s my own dick.”

       She didn’t say anything, she just gave me a deadly look, a look that told me I can try and act tough all morning but we both know I’ve got nothing to back it up; that told me we both know she’s going to win and my begging is futile, so it’s pointless to pretend otherwise and keep trying.

       I looked down. I couldn’t look her in the eye. I felt defeated.

       “Good boy. From now on,” she went on, “there’s going to be a few changes. There’s some things I’ve always wanted you to do for me, and now you’re going to do them.”

       I had no idea how to face the situation. I tried to sidestep it. “I have to pee,” I said. “Come here,” she said, grabbing me by the bicep and walking me to the bathroom, where she pulled my shorts down the rest of the way and pushed me down on the toilet seat, telling me to get on with it. She didn’t leave the room. She wanted to watch me pee sitting down. It was obvious things weren’t going to be the same anymore. I was too shocked and humiliated to put up any fight. Eventually the trinkle sound echoed out of the toilet bowl. She smiled at me, as if to show she was proud I could do it for her.

III.

       She eased me into the situation somewhat. At first I got frequent handjobs. I was getting sex but less than before. To make sure I didn’t immediately become too resentful and uncooperative she would often tie me to the bed and give me a long tease session and an eventual orgasm. I had to be tied to the bed so she could put the chastity belt back on afterwards without my refusing. Once in a while she would put ice on my cock after a long tease session and no orgasm and lock me back up, just to say she didn’t have to let me cum if she didn’t feel like it.

       You’ve all read stories where chastity is used as a means to enslavement. My experience was the classic case. Being totally dependant on her for my strongest, most basic need, I had to make allowances, smaller ones and then bigger ones, to get her to cooperate. The periods between handjobs and sex gradually became longer and longer.

Now that I was locked up and she was free to tease without having to feign mercy, she began to dress much more provocatively and extend erotic gestures towards me all day, like feverish sudden make-out sessions, or having me kiss her breasts or feel the wetness between her legs, or whispers and nibbles on my ear. Sometimes they led somewhere but most times they didn’t.

If we were hanging around the house I was looking at short tight shorts and short tight shirts often cut for cleavage. If we were going out I was looking at short skirts, stockings and high heels. It was too much to take. Other, normal situational things no longer fully existed. Supposed centers for attention became her sidenotes.

One of the earlier times she tested me with an especially prolonged period without orgasm,  absolutely batty and desperate, I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried to force her to take the belt off me and take us back to our relationship before orgasm denial, humiliation and chastity belts. I told her I demanded things be how they used to and insisted she go get the key that instant and let my dick finally get hard again. I shouldn’t have pressed her. I only made her push things forward more abruptly. She didn’t budge an inch. She laughed at me and said I lost the leverage required for a demand like that long ago. She said she couldn’t see me anymore as anything more than a boy that needs to be controlled and taken care of, babysat, and that she would cut off all contact with me if our contact didn’t involve chastity and me being obedient. She would also just leave the belt on me and would make sure to give anybody I would come into contact with in the future photographs and videos she had been making, ones where I was doing the dishes wearing panties, or putting nail polish on her toenails with my mouth, tied up, or ones where I was tied up and begging for release, saying humiliating things about myself in order to be given orgasm

Needless to say, the belt stayed on, and for being a nuisance she extended that period between orgasms considerably. I felt terrible, I felt totally degraded, and I didn’t like being a babysat boy to her. I wanted her to be my girlfriend. I even wanted her to be my wife. I had planned on proposing but now I was hesitant. Terrible as I felt, I was too addicted to her and too impressed, too mystified by her power versus my helplessness to try and face up to the situation. There was way too much lust for trying to think straight.

After a while batty and absolutely horny became nothing more than expected. I became a ball of clay lust, completely compliant to her because she was the object of my perpetual, biting horniness. If I  begged her to let me cum, she would say I had to earn it. When I asked how, she would give me a list of things to do. At first it was still basic things: doing dishes, cleaning for her, buying her flowers and taking her out, eating her out once a day all week. When it came time for her to actually help me ejaculate, I had to do humiliating and kinky things. Quickly the requests became more and more exotic, no matter the time. No longer have any say in restaurants, movies, tv or any leisure time. Eat what she orders me when we go out to dinner. Suck my leaking cum off her fingers wherever we might be. Make her dinner each night and only eat what she hand feeds me. Swallow my cum when she lets it come out. Clean every centimeter of her feet with my tongue after she walks around barefoot in the backyard. Spend the night tied to the bed next to her. Spend the night tied up in the closet instead of sleeping next to her. Always wear panties underneath my clothes. Keep my whole body shaved and only wear panties around the house. Wear a buttplug all day so that it’s consistently evident who’s fucking who in the relationship. Lose every third sex session (which became very rare already) to her fucking me with a strap-on. Wear high heels, stockings, a garter belt, a skirt and an obnoxiously undersized blouse while she’s assfucking me so that I look appropriately “whorish.” Spend time and maybe the night in the tight space of the dog cage when I do something she finds particularly insolent. Wear her panties on my face while I’m not doing anything that requires seeing or talking. Eat her out for hours on end, while she reads the newspaper or watches movies or talks on the phone or does paperwork at her desk. Sit gagged and handcuffed to the chair while she eats, and then eat her leftovers out of a dog bowl on the ground when she’s finished. Tongue her asshole while she sits on my face as I lay on the bathroom floor while every inch of me but my dick and balls is wrapped up in saran wrap, and then let her slap, put clothes pins on and then warmly caress my exposed dick and balls. After this kind of torture, before getting to cum, let her freeze my dick back to smallness so she can lock it back up, and then spend the rest of the night and maybe a good portion of the next day still wrapped up on the bathroom floor, cleaning her pussy for her with my mouth when she has to pee, and all the while, if the bathroom floor mummy piss licker does his job willingly enough he might get to cum later, or maybe he’ll have to earn it by spending the next night in the bathtub getting directly pissed on. The list goes on.

More and more of my time was spent humiliating myself for the eventual goal of cumming, until my being in some form of humiliation or control became the default state and no longer of any direct connection with a chance at cumming. I became more and more dependant on her word and open to her command, until finally there wasn’t a shred of resistance left and the realization of whatever her will might be was completely automatic and unquestionably ideal. I quit my job and moved in with her. She could afford us both. Every situation and every facet of every situation became whatever she had decided was right for me. Eventually I forgot any identity I once had outside of whatever she felt like making of me.

       Other women stopped existing. The idea of myself as actually going out into the world as a free agent and suitable mate for women was completely erased. My manhood was erased. There was only occasional phallic pleasure if she felt like ordering it. Beyond that there was nothing more than service and obedience.

       She started taking on other sexual partners, saying she was horny all the time given my predicament and needed cock, not just tongue and not sissy cock. Long ago I failed to remain her boyfriend and lover, and the cock of such an easily controllable wimp could never satisfy a grown woman and is inappropriate for entering pussy.

I didn’t like other men fucking her at all, but I wasn’t in any position to do anything about it, so I had no choice but to learn to accept it and be glad Nikki was at least enjoying herself, even if I sometimes had to lick another man’s jizz out of what was once the place I could leave mine.

       While she became more and more the center, the totality and object of any appreciation for my life, to her I became more and more dehumanized, after a number of years no longer even seen as worth half a moment’s consideration, much less the consideration granted a boyfriend. I went from suggestible lover to pet lover and from pet lover to pet slave, until finally I went from pet slave to an accessory, a possession, a thoughtless object, and she became my keeper, with any love she might have once had replaced by a bare feeling of ownership.

Even if I had wanted the situation to stop continuing in that direction, I was powerless to stop it or slow it down. She had snatched all control long ago. Once the ball was let go it was going to roll to the bottom. If I ever bothered trying to insist on something she would make her insistences worse, and I had lost all means of enforcing. My only possible threat was leaving her for being too cruel, but I was blackmailed and would spend the rest of my life unsatisfied. The last place I wanted to be was away from her, even if it meant being subjected to any number of matters entirely to her favor and leaving me only humiliated, denied and abused. So over a number of years her command carried on unfettered, even as it got less and less thoughtful, to the point where any compassion she once had, any desire she had for rewarding me when I deserved it for being a good pet, was replaced by cruelty for cruelty’s sake. Moments when she might have once called me honey she began to fill with silence, and after that she began to break silence with vicious derogatory language, “pathetic, mindless, piss-drinking piece of shit,” a typical ornery designation. I had become as perfect a slave, as perfect an owned object as I could be, with any behavior I might engage in already perfectly molded by her, so to increase her control from there, she left me in torturous and humiliating situations, getting practical use out of me when she could but otherwise slapping any comfort I might receive in the face just in case it might be thinking it deserves any claim whatsoever to exist. I didn’t need pleasure to be encouraged. The absence of acute pain worked well enough. She was very well off, so she had the money to achieve some novel situations.

She filled one room of her house with things to keep me occupied when I wasn’t of any convenience to her. It had a fucking machine. I would be kept chained to it for hours, my asshole just eventually going numb, the pissed on panties stuck in my mouth becoming tasteless, the heat and congestion of the pillow case tied over my head becoming the normal atmosphere, light becoming an alien concept and the rhythm of the machine becoming the only noise. Once in a while one of her curious guests would come in the room and laugh at my spectacle. I could only hear them or sometimes feel them if they handled my genitals to study their novel chastised situation.

She had a dildo stand, a pole that would come up from the ground. My feet could be chained to the base and the pole could be raised until I had to stand tip toe. She liked to put me in the corner.

She would put itching powder and pins all over me and then lock me in a sleep sack.

Other times I would just be taped to a chair, vibrator in my ass maybe, next to her or her and her friends while they did things, like watched movies or played cards or ate dinner or had sex. I would be effectively tape gagged so that I couldn’t interrupt, and no one would even take the time to notice that I was there, except Nikki, who occasionally gave me an evil smile or blank stare, or Heidi, who was endlessly amused by me and would find one way or another to make me more uncomfortable.

Nikki decided I only receive orgasms twice a year. I didn’t deserve them twice a year. I didn’t deserve anything. She just thought it would be worse to be tantalized with bi-yearly orgasms than to eventually forget about them altogether and have no clear remembrance for what’s being missed. The cb-2000 was replaced by a piercing at the frenum connected to a chain connected to a piercing at the lowest point of my scrotum. This kept my dick pointing down. Tiny rings were also pierced on the left and right sides of the shaft so that bands could be threaded through and locked to constrict my dick from growing any thicker. I may as well have been 10 years old. Hanging on the chain between frenum and lower scrotum was a tag engraved “Slave’s useless junk.” It had her address on it.

       But I wasn’t escaping anywhere. She usually had an invisible fencing collar locked around my neck. And I was always in some manner of bondage, even when doing chores. Even if I wasn’t restricted, I wouldn’t try to leave. I no longer knew anything else.

       For a while after things turned extreme I still gave her oral pleasure frequently. The things she did to me turned her on too much to deny me that pleasure. But that and licking or massaging her feet became my only physical contact with her, unless she was doing something to me, and while I licked her pussy I had to be blindfolded or wearing a hood. She said men get to look at pussies while they deal with them. Sissy slut nothings just have exploitable tongues.  

       I was kept shaved and dressed up as she saw fit. Always something slutty. She liked to loan me to her guy and girl friends, so she wanted me looking sexy. Her girl friends got free slut tongue whenever they liked. For her interested guy friends she opened up a little business. 20 dollars to fuck my asshole. The holes in the back of my shorts were useful when I was lost in some manner of intricate bondage and the shorts couldn’t be removed easily. They could just shove their cock in my ass through the hole, leave their cum inside of me and be done with it. If I was wearing panties or panties and a skirt they could just lift the skirt and pull the panties to the side.

       Parties with Nikki’s licentious friends were eventful. Sometimes I was kept as a woman/maid/hostess. Hosting service was interspersed with sexual service. Other times I didn’t get the chance to prove myself anything beyond a passed around piece of meat. One Fourth of July I and the slave of one of Nikki’s friends became pieces in a shuffleboard game. The other slave was a female. A giant tarp decorated like a shuffleboard was spread out in Nikki’s backyard and covered in babyoil. I was laying on my stomach hogtied, with one rope tied around my dick and nuts and another tied around my neck. The person pulling on one side could pull until I reached a designated point, and from there I would slide to a point on the board worth however many points. The girl was pulled by a rope tied to her tits and a rope tied to her ponytail. The game wasn’t very functional, so after the luster of human shuffleboard pieces quickly wore off we were yanked around aimlessly or left ignored and shining in babyoil.

       That night, my chastity reapplied (it wouldn’t have been very good to my package if my chastity piercings were left on during the shuffleboard game), I and the girl were made to sleep naked in the same tight cage in Nikki’s garage. I was laying on my back with my knees pulled up around my torso and my legs wrapped around her. She was laying face down on top of me with her pussy just over my genitals. Together we made one tight, sweaty ball. My hands were handcuffed to the back of the cage over my head so that I couldn’t use them to freely explore a woman’s body for the first time in years. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back. It didn’t take long to begin feeling her warm pussy juice dripping onto my dick and scrotum. The first time I had been in this position with a woman in years, I could only feel emasculated by the enforced flaccidity of my penis. My instinct was to feel sexual but it quickly became only a feeling of uselessness. She rubbed her pussy against my genitals as best she could. There was no pleasure for me, just a slight pulling of them around. Though it probably would have only made me feel even more useless and childish, we would have liked to have kissed each other. It might have been my last opportunity at kissing someone, a person and not just assholes, pussies and cocks. But Nikki and the girl’s owner saw to it that we couldn’t. We both had tape wrapped around our heads and over our mouths, sealing in cum rags of horny party goers. All we could do was rub our cheeks together and quietly share one another’s desperation.

       When I got to cum every six months the routine was always the same. I was mummified and put face down on the floor. Nikki would put her laptop in front of my face so I could watch while she looked through the website that started my whole situation. I was allowed to hump the floor, but if I took too long to cum I’d have to wait for another six months. When I was done I was flipped over and my chastity was reapplied. Then I was dragged so my face was over the cum left on the floor. I licked it up.

       But six months ago Nikki didn’t even remember. And while I usually slept on the floor at the bottom of Nikki’s bed, chained up, plugged up, gagged up and ready to be sent to whatever task, over the last six months I haven’t done that either. Recently she hasn’t cared to see me when she gets up. Recently I’ve spent the majority of my time stored away somewhere. And now she would store me away one last time.

IIII.

       For dinner Nikki fed me a few Christmas chocolates, which was unusually nice. I hadn’t sat at the table in a long time, but because it was a special occasion, Jared, Nikki’s boyfriend, taped me to a chair next to Nikki. I was ignored mostly, out of habit and simply because Jared and Nikki found whatever they talked about to be more interesting than anything having to do with me. But occasionally Nikki would quickly put a chocolate in my mouth. She remembered often enough for me to have a few. When they finished eating their conversation became very romantic and they stormed out of the dining room kissing. I was left on the chair. About half an hour later, Jared walked back in the dining room naked to untie me so I could clean up.        

While I was standing at the sink doing dishes Nikki snuck up behind me. She grabbed me by the shoulders and twirled me around to face her. Her face was happy. It hadn’t looked at me that way in quite a while. She grabbed my testicles and squeezed, hard. She pressed her body tight against mine to lock me against the counter. I looked down because it was considered arrogant for me to hold any eye contact. I saw as my face turned downward that she was wearing a Santa’s elf hat and had applied make-up. Her face glowed. Meeting my downcast eyes were Nikki’s ample breasts. They were stretching the material of a tight Santa’s elf costume. I didn’t want to oogle but I didn’t want to look up. I didn’t know what to do. Nikki noticed that I was taken by her breasts. She spoke.

       “They’re as striking now as they were when you first saw them, aren’t they?”

       I nodded. She tightened her grip on my testicles and then felt my body up with both hands.

       “Am I going to miss this body?” she asked. She put her finger in my mouth. I automatically sucked. She eased it into my ass. “I’ve made your needy pussy asshole lucky soooo many times,” she said, humming the “so.”

       She grabbed my cheeks with her other hand and pulled my face up to meet hers. “Do the dishes quickly. I have an outfit to change you into. It’ll make you a pretty Christmas tree for us, and it’ll look nice for Heidi when she opens up her Christmas gift. If you’re not a tree by the time my sister gets here I’m going to make your trip to Heidi’s even more uncomfortable than I already plan on it being.”

       Nikki’s sister was beautiful like her, though not as much. She knew all about me and always enjoyed my pitiful image when she came over. She and her friend were coming over to exchange presents with Nikki and Jared.

       After the dishes I walked into the living room and saw Jared and Nikki on the couch, sitting close together and holding hands. Nikki got up excitedly and pulled my shorts off. She took a pair of red spandex tights out of a box and had me step into them after removing my heels. While she pulled them up she put a remote controlled vibrator in my mouth. I sucked on it like a dogbone. She took it out of my mouth to slide it up my asshole before pulling the tights over my ass. The tights were tight enough to keep it sealed in completely. The end of the vibrator only made the faintest lump in the ass of my tights. A small hole was cut at the crotch of the tights so that my dick and balls could be pulled through.

       I wore a short green skirt over the tights. The top of the outfit was the same red spandex. Nikki cut holes at my nipples. After Nikki strapped a pair of green high heels on my feet her and Jared tied me up head to toe with hands behind my back in the cord of Christmas lights and glittery Christmas streamers. The cord wrapped around me continuously, from my ankles to the lower part of my neck, with a few loops tight around my balls and cock. Jared carried me and propped me against the stair banister so I wouldn’t tip over. Various ornaments were hung from me. One was connected to my tongue ring so that I had to keep my mouth open and tongue hanging out. A few were hung from the chain connecting my frenum and the lower part of my scrotum. You could see them dangling below the skirt. Nipple clips with loops at the end of them were attached to my nipples. An ornament was hung from each of those. My earrings were removed so that a red ball ornament could be hung from each of my ears. Tinsel was sprinkled all over me and then Jared used green electrical tape to blindfold me and tape my head to the railing. A few moments later I could hear the loose end of the Christmas light wire being plugged into the wall. The warmth of the lights could be immediately felt on the skin of my genitals. Soon it became a burn and the vibrator in my ass began to buzz.

       

IIIII.

       When Nikki’s sister saw me she was ecstatic.

       “Oooohh, look how cute he is!” she exclaimed, lifting up my skirt and lifting my balls with her hand. “That doesn’t look too comfortable. The skin of his dick is really getting stretched by the weight of the ornaments. Do the lights burn?” she asked me. I couldn’t nod and I wasn’t allowed to use my voice.

       Her friend hadn’t seen me or anything like me before. She had been forewarned but she was still shocked. She had a lot of questions. “How long has he been like that?! Is he always in something like that?! How long has his dick been chained up like that? Does he speak?”

       They put their presents by my feet and talked for a while. Nikki told them about getting rid of me.

       “There’s nothing left to do to him,” she said. “To do anything worse than I’ve already done I’d have to cut a part of him off or hang him or something. I don’t care for that, though if I removed his balls I think it would look cute to see an empty flap of scrotum skin. It’d be like an empty balloon hanging down between his legs. Anyhow, I’m waiting for Jared to finally get the balls to propose to me, and a grown married couple doesn’t need to continue looking after this sorry thing. Especially if we have kids. Our kids won’t need to see a depraved, pathetic eunuch walking around making a fool of himself all the time.”

       “I don’t really care if he sticks around until we have kids,” Jared responded. “He’s good for a joke now and then, he does all the house work, and otherwise he doesn’t really exist. It’s not like he’s another male in the house, a threat to me. If Nikki does anything with him it’s just receiving face, and even then it’s not in any way like cheating on me. It’s just like her using a 5’10, breathing, walking vibrator.” 

       The newcomer thought that was funny. “I must say, this is exciting,” she said, walking over to me. I felt her standing before me for a few seconds and then two fingers pressing against my tongue. She lifted my skirt and squeezed my penis between her thumb and index finger. She poked and prodded me in a manner not intended at all to be erotic. It was more the way a curious child touches objects at a museum exhibit.

       

       When they were done opening presents they left the room for a long time. All I had to concentrate on was my sore tongue, the burning on my nuts, the sting of the piercing being pulled from my frenum and the clips on my nipples.

After a while I heard the doorbell ring. “Hi Brad!” Nikki greeted, opening the door. Brad is Heidi’s boyfriend. His cock is very familiar with my asshole. He came to me and unwrapped the tape around my eyes. My sight returned as his big smile. He took the ornaments off me.

       The rest of Nikki’s guests walked in the room, Jared carrying a large pre-wrapped box with a lid and tools for packaging me.  Brad picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, the wire ripping out of the power outlet in the process. “Let me see him for a moment,” Nikki said. I was set down between her legs while she sat on the couch. She no longer had her tights on, just the skirt. She held my head between her hands, saying, “From my clueless college boyfriend to a used up man-cunt, you were kind of a fun little whore to mess around with for a while. You can’t possibly think I could go on having use for you forever? It’s okay.”

She paused, wiping a tear from my cheek, and then she continued, “A used up slut gets what a used up slut deserves. I know you probably love me with all of your confused little heart, but continuing to see you day after day kind of makes me sick. To cheer you up before you’re sent off to whatever torment Heidi has for you, I’m going to give you a going-away/Christmas gift.”

She lifted up her skirt. She was wearing silk white panties, a trim line of pubic hair visible beneath them. She pulled the panties aside and pulled my head right in front of her pussy. I stared at it through tears. It would be my last moment with my life.

“People used to call you Jordan. Remember that, when you pretended to have a scrap of dignity? When you pretended to have a cock, and it even somehow managed it’s way in here a few times?” she asked, her pointing finger lightly touching the hood of her pussy. “But now we all know these kinds of things have no place in your tiny, clueless world. Pretty though, isn’t it?” she asked. I looked up at her and nodded in earnest. Smiling dimly, she warmly replied, “Aaahhh, honey, forget about it. Say goodbye one last time.”

And then my head was pulled back and I was kicked onto the floor. Looking back, Nikki’s pussy was covered by a tanned, shiny pair of crossed legs. She looked down at me while Brad and Jared got me ready for packaging.

The Christmas lights were untied and replaced with red and green electrical tape. My ankles and lower thighs were taped together and My hands and elbows were taped together behind my back. Before taping together my lower thighs and ankles my testicles and penis were pulled back between my legs, leaving them exposed from behind. My invisible fencing collar was unlocked. I was afraid they would forget about it.

Brad jerked off into a rag and then taped it in my mouth. While feeling his splooge spread around my mouth I saw Nikki hand him my old Christmas stocking. She usually filled it with new buttplugs or coal or the used condoms of casual sex partners or something of the sort. Brad pulled it down over my head. Before it covered my eyes I gave Nikki a last pleading look. She returned it coldly. Brad wrapped tape around my head and over my eyes to put me completely in the dark.

Jared put me on my knees with my head in the carpet and my ass up in the air. “You need me to come to your house to help carry him inside?” he asked Brad. “That would be nice,” Brad replied, “but we better hurry up. Heidi’s going to be home soon, and I don’t want her seeing the surprise package until tomorrow morning.”

Nikki slapped my ass and told  me, “This is the last time these hands are contacting your little balls.” I felt a ribbon being tied around my balls, with the bow facing up towards my asshole. Then I felt a tag being taped onto my scrotum. Nikki spoke the last words I’ve heard her say: “We’re boxing you with your ass up in the air so the first thing Heidi sees is your little testicles, and also so you can wave your ass around in the air like you like to do while the vibrator fucks you.” She slapped my ass once more and pressed the vibrator further in. I heard her leave the room. Strong hands lifted me by my hips and dropped me down into the box. I heard a few things being thrown in and then the lid being taped on.

IIIIII.

“Ooooohhhh, look at the little balls!” Heidi was happy. “Did you finally find me a slave with few enough limits honey?”

“This one doesn’t have any,” Brad replied.

I heard kissing and then the tag being ripped off my scrotum.

Heidi read its message aloud. “ ‘To Heidi, From Nikki. Now you can have him for as long as you want. Do to him whatever comes to mind, I no longer need him back in suitable shape.’ Oooooo, free reign, these are Nikki’s little balls, and with her slut toy still attached.”

Brad lifted me out of the box and set me down in Heidi’s lap. She spoke to me in a low voice, with her mouth in close to my ear. “You’re fucked now you little shit. What am I going to do with you?” She undid my Christmas stocking hood and took the cummy rag out of my mouth. Pulled upright by my hair onto my knees, I looked into her eager, attractive face.

She set me over her knee and pulled my tights down. I felt the vibrator finally being removed. It had stopped vibrating sometime overnight. She put it in my mouth. Her voice was matter-of-fact. She knew I didn’t need intimidating, that she didn’t need to sound frightening. She said, “Take this into the corner and clean it up. If I smell anything on it other than saliva by the time I’m finished having breakfast, I’m going to replace my pin cushion with your needless little slut balls and your pointless sissy girl’s dicky.”

I began the long wiggle to the corner.

IIIIIII.

I hadn’t been untied all day. I had been stuffed in an old empty aquarium in their storage room while Heidi and Brad visited relatives for Christmas Day. Heidi said she’ll enjoy filling it up with water while I’m in it the first time I try being anything other than absolutely will-less with her. She said no matter how extreme my treatment might become, a shred of resistance will only make it worse, so my only option is to be perfectly accepting. Before she shut the aquarium she squatted over it and urinated on my face. I listened to them leaving while her piss dried.

When they got home they brought  me into their bedroom. Heidi taped a pair of piss soaked panties tightly over my nose and the upper part of my face. Brad lifted me onto the edge of the bed with my ass up in the air like before. Heidi lay down in front of me so that my face rested between her ass cheeks. My tights were pulled down and the wet end of a generous cock rubbed itself around on my asshole ring. It eased itself in and in no time I was rocking back and forth. My face moved up and down Heidi’s ass while I tried to unaffectedly tongue her asshole. I could hear her watching a video. It sounded familiar. Nikki used to watch it. She must have given it to Heidi along with me. It was a video of me naked and face down in the backseat of Heidi’s car while Heidi drove from gay club to gay club offering men a ten dollar go at the delicious ass displayed in the backseat. Heidi had been babysitting me while Nikki had been out of state and Nikki had said she wanted video clips of me to see how I had been spending my time.  I remembered that night while getting fucked and tonguing asshole until Brad’s splooge exploded in my ass.

When they were done with me I was dragged to the shed in their backyard. Brad had rigged up my old cage to hang from the ceiling. That’s where I am right now. I’m still wrapped up in the same electrical tape he tied me up with last night. I am hunched over on my knees in a compact ball. A penis gag is strapped in my mouth, with a clean-up rag from what just took place in Heidi’s bedroom draped over the penis. I am actively sucking on it because it is my only way. The shed is filled up with Nikki’s old toys. I am staring thoughtlessly at a roll of barbed wire that must have already been here. Nikki isn’t near.