0 comments/ 64387 views/ 3 favorites The Story Of My Life Ch. 01 By: slutslave201 Dear Madam Rebecca, I just wanted to give you an update of how things have been going with Mistress and I. After a fairly short period of dating (about 7 weeks) Mistress and I were married. For my part, there was nothing to think about. Mistress is my life now. She completes me in a manner that I had previously thought impossible. Since she agreed to pursue a relationship with me based on femdom principles, I feel that I have become the happiest man alive. From the moment I first knelt before her and declared my desire to do everything in my power to serve her, please her, and bring a smile to her lovely face, my life has been complete. What surprised me was how quickly, and easily, Mistress recognized not only my subservient nature but other "non scene" qualities that would make me a good lifetime companion and the ideal husband (as defined by She who owns me.) Believe me, even though I exist to serve and please her, even though it is in her nature to own and control me, we definitely share a deep bond of love. Before we were married, we never had intercourse in the traditional sense. On our first date, we simply had dinner in a quiet restaurant and talked. On our second date (and after a few emails) I knelt before her and pledged to serve, please, and love her -- so there was no time for fucking even if that were ever an option. At the end of two weeks, we were living together and by the end of the fourth week, she proposed and we began searching for our new home. Training me to serve and please her was not difficult -- we both easily assumed the roles that nature meant each of us to follow. I happily burned all my male underwear. If I am allowed to wear underwear at all, it is only the finest in women's lingerie including panties, thongs, stockings, corsets, bras, etc. As Mistress has ordered, I regularly shave/remove all hair on my body, excluding only my eyebrows which are shaped using tweezers. I've become increasingly adept at applying makeup and Mistress has provided me with several female wigs. (I am always bald when appearing as a male.) At our engagement party, we exchanged rings. I bought her a platinum ring with a diamond setting and she bought me a simple gold ring with a ruby (my birthstone) setting. When everyone left, she told me she had a special gift for me. "Go into the bedroom and get undressed. Then blindfold yourself and lock your wrists (behind your back) in the handcuffs. When you've completed this, stand in front of the bed, facing the door. Make sure your feet are spread far apart." "Yes Mistress." I turned to comply with her orders. In five minutes, I stood naked, blindfolded, and handcuffed waiting for the return of my Mistress/fiance. My heart was beating so loud (a combination of fear, excitement, and anticipation) that I could hear it. I heard Mistress' high heels clicking on the hard wood floor in the corrider leading to our bedroom. Because my eyes were closed and blindfolded, all I saw before me was a never ending field of black. It was real easy to concentrate on the sound her footsteps...they go louder and louder as she came closer and closer... "OOOWWWWWWW!!!" I screamed as I sank to my knees from the painful blow to my cock and balls. My eyes were burning with burning with a white hot intensity. That field of black was no ablaze, buring before my eyes. "Shut up!!! Not one word! Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Good. Now get back up and spread those legs!" "Yes Mistress." And I began to rise to my feet and spread my legs. Another blow, more pain, another trip to the floor. This blow was harder than the first one. "Again!!!" The process began again. And was repeated five more times. Each blow was harder than the last one. After the final salvo, Mistress told me to stay down on the ground. "Just lay down on your back. Do you know what I used to cause such intense pain?" This was the first moment I had to even think about this. Now that I had time to think, I still didn't have a clue. I had to honestly answer..."No Mistress." "My feet, I kicked you in the balls. And just so you know, since it was your first time, I took it easy on you. The last kick you felt is about 10% of what you will come to endure for me. "Let me explain why I did this to you. First, I don't have to explain. But I love you, and I want you to know why you had to endure this pain. Second, I love to kick men in the balls...I just love it. And since we are going to spending the rest of our lives together, you better get used to it. Remember, you pledged to do everything in your power to please me and bring a smile to my face. Taking a ball kicking like this is one of the best ways to make me smile. "Third, this is also my favorite, and most effective, method of punishment. Let this be a warning to you...disobey me and you will suffer a severe ball kicking. What you received today were love taps compared to what you'll feel when (not if) I punish you. "Fourth, today I'm going to install your locking chastity device. I kicked you, in part, to make sure it is impossible for you to get an erection before I've locked you in. You are not going to have another orgasm until well after we are married. Even so, get used to your chastity devise. The only time you won't be locked is if I release for masturbation, milking, orgasm (very rare!), or cleaning. Whenever your cock and balls are unlocked, your hands will be handcuffed." With that Mistress straddled my body, facing my cock. As she slowly descended, she ordered me stick my tongue deep inside her asshole. With tongue and her ass in position, Mistress installed a customized chastity device. She used the cuff from a curve2000 (http://www.thecurve2000.com/home.htm) and the cage from a cb2000 (http://www.cb-2000.com/home.html). Mistress said my cock wasn't big enough for the curve. "Let me explain the rules. After your next orgasm, you will be eligible for 2 orgasms over the next 12 months. Note, you are only eligible...you will still need to earn these orgasms. From there, we'll go to one orgasm in 24 months, one orgasm in five years...until eventually you will beg me to never let you orgasm again. Do you know why you will do this?" "Because it pleases you." "That's right. You will be giving me what I want most -- complete control. Nothing will make me happier. But I want you to work up to that gradually. In part, because I think you deserve it. But I also what you to remember what an orgasm feels like as you live out a life free of future ejaculations. "Don't worry, I'll never castrate you. That would make it too easy for you to avoid any future orgams. It would be cheating. It certainly wouldn't be much of a sacrifice on your part. No, to insure I receive maximum pleasure, your suffering and your sacrifice must be complete. Understood?" "Yes Mistress." The night before our wedding, Mistress and I spent our last moments as an unmarried couple. "Slave, up to this point, you have never fucked me. I'm here to tell you that you will never me. Your cock will never be inside any part of me. That doesn't mean I'm not going to be fuck anymore. In fact, there are two scenarios under which I will be fucked. "Option one -- you will use a strap on, attached either to your head or your waist, to fuck me. Naturally, I will be on top. "Option two -- although I've been faithful to you up to this point, that will no longer be the case after tomorrow. Let there be no doubt in your mind. I will be fucking other men whenever and however I want. I may, or may not, inform you. It doesn't matter. The first time you object, I will kick you in the balls until both my legs are tired. Then I will cane your balls until both my arms are tired. Then I'll put you in the car, wearing only your handcuffs and your chastity device. I will drop you off miles from our home and I will not allow you to contact me, or be in my presence or my sight, for 72 hours. "The second time you object, I'll give the same kicking and caning...twice a day for a week. And when you have recovered, I will hand you your divorce papers and banish you from my life forever. Any objections?" "No objections Mistress." She then handed me a note before I left to spend the night in a hotel room. "Read that note before you go to bed. If you can't fulfill the role set forth in those pages, don't show up for the wedding." The day of the wedding was wonderful. Mistress allowed me to wear a tuxedo (though I did wear a white corset, white panties, and white stocking underneath.) Mistress was beautiful in her traditional wedding gown. Since a lot of the wedding ceremony was to be in a foreign language, and since I knew the priest, my vows included obedience to my wife. This line was omitted from Mistress' vows but since so few of the guests understood the vows, no one realized that before God and as part of a legal ceremony, I pledged to obey my Mistress. When we were alone in the limo, Mistress said... "I'm happy to see you. May I assume that you will have no problems carrying out my orders this evening?" "No problem at all Mistress. I am looking forward to pleasing you in this manner. I can think of no greater wedding gift for you." "Agreed." Once the reception was over (or at least our role was complete) the limo took us to a bar in an upscale part of town. Still dressed in tuxedo and gown, we sat down at the bar. According to the note, the next man who sat down next to Mistress would do so with his back to the bar. That would be my signal to begin my task. We ordered a bottle of champagne with three glasses. As Mistress and I toasted each other, our best man -- my best friend from childhood -- sat down next to Mistress with his back to the bar and his legs spread apart. Mistress smiled at me and said... "You know what to do." As I knelt between the best man's legs, staring at his crotch, I began to beg his help. "Sir, thank you so much for coming here tonight. I'd like to beg your assistance in helping me to fulfill my pledge to serve and satisfy my wife. Since I've been found unworthy by my wife and Mistress, I beg you to fuck my wife tonight and whenever she desires. I will be happy to suck your cock until you come on my face and/or in mouth. I will keep sucking until you are hard again and ready to fuck." "What do you think Michelle, did he do it right?" Mistress leaned in real close to my face as she stared into my eyes, she spat into my open mouth and slapped my face. "Wonderful...just wonderful. I can feel my first orgasm building up inside me. Let's go." They got up and headed to the lime as I remained kneeling. When they left the building, I got up, paid the bill, and ran out to join them in the limo. I hopped into the back seat and knelt on the floor and watch them make out on the seat. "Slave, by all means, feel free to remove my left shoe and worship my foot. Today is a special day...enjoy yourself." Is it any wonder why I married her? Isn't she the greatest? When we got to the hotel, the three of us got into the elevator together. "Slave, I think you should thank Glen for doing what you aren't allowed to do." I knelt before Glen, kissed his cock through his trousers and thanked him for his help. As the elevator doors opened, we got up and walked to our suite (our luggage had already been delivered). When we got to the door, I got down on my hands and knees and Mistress sat down acroos my back. Glen unlocked the door and held it open for us as I carried my Mistress across the threshold. In no time at all, Glen was naked and Mistress and I were stripped down to our lingerie (minus our panties). She showed Glen how my cock and balls were under lock and key. Then he sat back in his chair as I started to stroke his cock and suck his balls into my mouth. For the next twenty minutes I gave him the best blow job. At least I thought it was. Certainly could not draw any other conclusion from Glen's reaction. Or from the massive load he gave me. Mistress knew he hadn't come in four days so she ordered me to jerk his cock off and have him come on my face. It was such a huge load that he covered my entire face. As I felt bits of come slide down my face and onto my bald head I heard several clicks and a few flashes of light. It took me a moment to realize that Mistress was taking pictures. Before she let me resume my cock sucking duties, she used a spoon to scoop up all of Glen's come and feed it to me. "I want you to get to used to the taste of come in your mouth. And not just Glen's...there will plenty more who are will to help you please your new bride." "Thank you Mistress." When all the come had been consumed, I began to suck Glen's cock again. It took a little while but soon enough he was sporting another thick, 8 inch hard on. That was all Mistress needed to see. She shoved me out of the way and impaled herself on Glen's massive pleasure pole. I don't know how long they fucked, how many orgasms Mistress had or how many loads of come Glen deposited. What I do know is that when Glen left, Mistress finally agreed to share the bed with me. While she drifted in and out of sleep, I used my tongue to remove all of Glen's come from her heavenly body. When I had finally completed my task, the morning sun was warming our room. I was about to fall asleep between her legs when she awoke and ordered me to lie on my back and open my mouth. Mistress got and gently lowered her pussy over my mouth. As she lazily stroked herself, she slowly released her urine. It was a nice lazy trickle of golden elixer that seemed to go on forever. When it was over she slumped back down on the bed. "Honey, one of the room service boys has agreed to fuck me when his shift is over at 3:00. He's going to deliver our breakfast in a little while. I want you to greet him wearing only your panties, stockings and lipstick. You don't have to tip him, but once he's laid out our breakfast, I want you to suck his cock until he comes in your mouth. Don't you dare let one drop escape your lips. That he hasn't come in 10 days is no excuse for not complying with my orders. Understood?" "Yes Mistress." I drifted off to sleep, hoping to get a little rest before I sucked my next cock. To be continued. The Story Of My Life Ch. 02 It was six months! Not just any sixth months. No these were the best six months of my life. If the rest of my days are only half as good, I'll consider myself lucky. Yes, today was the sixth month anniversary of the marriage of my Mistress and I. I have willingly devoted all my energies to ensuring her complete happiness, no matter the consequences for myself. Now I would learn if I had met the high expectations of my wonderful Wife/Mistress/Owner. As I knelt on the floor in front of the door with my head bowed and my eyes facing the floor, I heard Mistress' key in the lock. With a flourish, the door opened and in walked my beautiful wife. Without closing the door, she stood before me, her feet (encased in an open toe stiletto pumps) just below my lips. As soon as she snapped her fingers, I began kissing/licking/worshipping her shoes. She snapped her fingers a second time (my signal to stop worshipping her feet) and then turned around. She snapped her fingers again which was my signal to lift up her skirt (she wore no panties today) and began to worship her glorious asshole. While my tongue was exploring the depth's of my wife's asshole, she opened the door and invited her lover inside. They were hugging and kissing each other and while I was attending to her backside. After too short a time, she broke her embrace and then snapped her fingers, ending my worship time. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting long?" "Oh no, of course not Mistress. It just gave me time to reflect upon how lucky I am to be married and belong to a woman as wonderful as you." "Thanks, darling. Why don't you go inside strip down to your garter belt and stockings and stand with your hands by your side. Michael and I will be in shortly." Naturally, I complied with her wishes. It had been nearly nine months since I last had an orgasm. I would do anything to ensure that Mistress would be in a good mood this evening. Perhaps after six months of marriage, Mistress would grant me an orgasm this evening. Mistress returned and began to fit a thick leather belt around my waist and a collar around my neck. Next, she placed leather cuffs around my wrists and attached the cuffs to the belt with a eight inch length of chain. Thus secured, Mistress reached for the gold chain that hung around her slender neck. On that chain were two of the three keys to my chastity device. As often as possible, and tonight was no exception, she wore tops with a plunging neckline so that the keys would always be visible to me. Or visible to others, some of whom were brave enough to ask her about the keys. My wife never failed to tell them the truth. "They are the keys to my happiness!" How true. You look into my eyes as you remove the chain from around your neck. We both smile, knowing (or in my case, hoping) that my cock would be unlocked. Sure enough, you unlocked the cb-3000. As soon as it is released, my cock begins to harden. It would have even if she hadn't been stroking it. Once I was one stroke away from cumming, she pinched off the blood flow to my cock. She then tied one end of a length of rawhide around the head of my cock, just under the crown. Once secured, she loops the other end through the d-ring in the collar I wore around my neck. "Sit down my darling. Tell me honestly, what are your thoughts and feelings about our first six months of marriage. Do you think we should remain married or should we divorce and go our separate ways?" This line threw me for a loop. Was she dissatisfied with me? With my performance? Had I not met her expectations? How had I failed her? "Mistress, please forgive me if I have caused you to have any misgivings. From my point of view, the past six months have been absolutely wonderful. I would do anything to see that we remain married and I would love to continue to serve and please you for the rest of my life." "I'm so glad you to hear that. I know the past six months must have seemed like hell for the typical male. But then we both know you're hardly typical, far from it. That's why I know how much you've enjoyed the first 6 months of our marriage. "Quite frankly, I don't know that I could have ever married anyone but you. You are an extraordinary man -- you have done nothing to limit my freedom and everything to see that I am always happy. What truer form of love could there be? "So, of course, like you, I wish to continue the marriage 'till death do us part.'" I couldn't believe my good fortune. Without waiting for her to finish (I realized I might be punished) I blurted out "Oh thank you Mistress. You have made me the happiest man on earth." "No doubt then you'll want to hear the good news." "Yes Mistress." "Remember when I said you'd never get to fuck me?" "Of course Mistress. And I completely understand and agree why you said that." "Go on" "My cock and balls are hardly up to the task of pleasing you. Penile penetration would have no effect on you at all. Worse it would bore you and be a waste of your precious time...time that could be spent with my tongue worshipping your precious pussy or your glorious asshole. Or you could have one of your lovers give you the intensely deep fucking you so richly deserve." "Well put but slightly off the mark. I now think that I'd like you to fuck me. Not often, hardly ever, but I would like to be fucked by you." "If I may ask, Mistress, what changed your mind?" "Two things. First, according to bylaws of the church, we have to consummate the marriage in the first year and second, I'll get off knowing the price you'll have to pay to fuck me. "You see, I have learned that in order to promote good prostate health, your system needs to be relieved of sperm. Right now your balls are more full than they'll ever be. So tonight, you are going to experience intense pain...but I'm getting to that. "From now on, I will make sure that your system is "evacuated" once a month. Before you get excited, let explain. There are two ways to achieve this "evacuation". One way is through a typical male orgasm. Rest assured, we will use this method no more than three times per year. "The second way is through a process called "milking". Essentially, by massaging your prostrate, your balls are drained by a constant stream dripping from your cock. Sadly for you, this second method provides none of the ecstasy you'd experience from an orgasm. Instead, it is extremely humiliating and in the end, it will only add to your constant sexual frustration. "Before any evacuation, you will need to provide my lover (or lovers -- depends who's around) at least one blowjob (to completion). You will also provide me with five orgasms in addition to cleaning me after any sexual encounter with my lover. Are you with me so far?" "Yes Mistress." "You need to know that I have become extremely fond of caning your balls. Therefore, this activity will play an important role in your evacuation. Does this frighten you?" "Yes Mistress but I am so thankful for your concern over my cum filled balls. The fact that you are willing to have me evacuated once a month is just another sign of your love for me. I will be happy to endure any pain in order to comply with your wishes." "I'm glad you feel that way. Each month, before your evacuation, you will beg me for the privilege of an orgasm. I will decide whether or not you are worthy. "Most months, I will not grant your wish. Instead, after providing orgasms to my lover and I, I will cane your balls 50 times and then give you a prostate milking. "On those rare months when I do allow an orgasm, I will choose whether to let you masturbate or fuck me. If I allow you to masturbate, you will service my lover and I and then have your balls caned 150 times. If I decide to let you fuck me, you will have your balls caned 500 times. Except for the first time I fuck you...that will require your balls to be caned 1000 times. "Sounds most fair doesn't it?" "It sounds wonderful Mistress. I thank you so much for even allowing me to hope to have a chance to fuck you." "Oh don't worry, you'll fuck once before the year is over. You do know what you will do after you fuck me?" "Of course Mistress. I will use my tongue to remove all my come from your holy temple." "And you understand the need for the caning?" "Yes Mistress. But even if I didn't, it would be a small price to pay for such an honor." "Good, I'm glad you feel that way. Now tonight, your system will be evacuated. Fucking me is out of the question, but there is a chance I'll allow you to masturbate. Either way, your balls will be caned 250 times tonight. And because your balls are filled with cum, this will be incredibly painful. "You will be caned in increments of 25 strokes. If you pass out, I will use smelling salts to revive you. I will not allow you to escape your pain. After each interval, I will give you 15 minutes of rest or put you to work providing orgasms. Are you ready to begin?" "Yes Mistress." She then strapped me into her obgyn chair. With my feet in the stirrups and my legs spread wide, my balls were an open and vulnerable target. Mistress then stepped on a foot pedal which lowered my head (better position to provide oral sex) and raised my hips, making my balls an even more inviting target. "Don't worry about keeping count or thanking me each time my cane strikes your balls. You'll be in so much pain your mind won't be able to think clearly at all. Ready?" "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." "Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!!!" The first strike found its target and delivered more pain than I've ever experienced. Strikes 2 through 10 were just more of the same, leaving me confident I'd survive the next fifteen. Sadly, strikes 11-20 were harder still. The last five had me screaming and crying like a baby. But then it was over. Through tear blurred eyes, I saw the smile on my wife's face and the pain seemed to subside. As my sobbing stopped, Mistress straddled my face and I began the most wonderful duty...giving my wife/Mistress/owner, a richly deserved orgasm. When she's satisfied, she arises and begins to cane my balls again. The next twenty five followed the same pattern. First ten were painful, second ten were even more painful, the last five were unbearable. After this second set, I sucked her lover's cock until he shot his load down my throat. Before he withdrew his shrunken cock, he pissed in mouth. Next twenty five followed by giving my Mistress another orgasm. Following the lead of her lover, she also pissed in my mouth. After the next twenty five, I passed out. Mistress let me sleep it off (she is a doctor so I was in no danger) while she and her lover fucked. When they finished, she revived me. I then cleaned his cock and her pussy. Time for my next twenty five. This made 125, the halfway point. After this set, I gave Mistress two more orgasms. Another 25 strikes. Or it would have been except I passed out after 15 strikes. True to her word, she revived me right away and gave me the final 10 strikes. She took her time, but each strike was 110%. When this set ended, Mistress let me rest for 15 minutes while she playfully stroked my cock. Next 25...each stroke delivered slowly and more painful than the previous one. At twenty four I passed out, only to be revived once again. Then I went to work giving her another orgasm, then I sucked her lover's cock to hardness. After this they fucked and I cleaned them up. Then the next 25. I made it through this set and was allowed to rest. Two hundred down, 50 to go. This time I passed out 3 times before she finished the set. To quench my thirst, Mistress and her lover pissed in my mouth. The final twenty five were the most painful but they were delivered so slowly that I was able to avoid passing out again. Needless to say, my balls were on fire with pain. "That wasn't so bad now was it?" Seeing her smile, I knew that as bad as I felt, I would gladly experience much more just to make her happy. "No Mistress, I only hope that you are pleased." "I am, but I have a dilemma. If I were to grant you permission to masturbate to orgasm, it would take you quite a while. With the beating you've just had, it will take you a long time just to get hard, let alone reach orgasm. "Now I will allow this, but I must tell you the Sopranos are on in one hour and I just don't think you can finish your business by then. While I'd be willing to miss this show, I think you know that isn't my preference." "What would you suggest then?" "I would like to give you another twenty five severe strikes. Then, while I am watching the Sopranos, I'll evacuate you with a prostate massage. Meanwhile, my lover will be fucking your face. I'm not sure if he has anymore cum to give you, be he can get hard enough to face fuck you. "If you agree to this, you will be guaranteed a orgasm from masturbation next month. And you'll only have to take 100 strikes. What is your choice?" "It would be my honor to delay my orgasm for another month. Please cane me and milk me." And so, after another 25 strikes, I'm strapped over a horse. Once I'm in position, your lover's cock invaded my mouth. It wasn't completely hard but it soon was. And I felt the effects of Mistress milking me. Soon my cock was leaking a steady stream of fluid which was being collected in a bowl Mistress had placed underneath me. By the time the show was over, her lover had painfully shot his final load down my throat and pissed in my mouth before he withdrew from my mouth. After he left, Mistress returned to release me. "Carry that bowl and follow me." I followed Mistress to her bedroom. "Lay the bowl on the floor in front of my bed and then prepare me for bed." I undressed her, assisted her in the shower, brushed her hair and helped her to bed. Before she covered herself with the blankets, she ordered me to my hands and knees in front of the bowl. "You are very special to me. There isn't another man in this world who would serve me as well as you have. I'd like to share my bed with you tonight but before that happens you have to lick that bowl clean. Lick it dry and then show it to me. If it meets with my satisfaction, you can join me in bed. But hurry up...if I'm asleep before you finish, you'll spend the night on the floor." I'd like to continue, but I've got a job to do, and I don't have much time. to be continued.