2 comments/ 23188 views/ 4 favorites Prologue By: jslaveofqueenh Jim's life had been changed in an instant in ways he had not foreseen a year ago. His wife of many years had been struck down in a traffic accident when a large truck ran a red light and totaled her car. Mercifully, she went to her reward instantly and with no pain or suffering. Unknown to virtually everyone who knew him, Jim was a submissive male who had visited a top quality pro dominatrix for several years. His late wife was 'vanilla' and had not known of Jim's shadow life as a submissive to dominant women. After many years of marriage, they had more or less gone their separate ways sexually, although they were still friends and loved each other. Jim was in his early fifties, and had enough financial security that he could stop working. He was white, about 6'1" and 190 pounds, and in reasonably good physical condition. His two adult children and other family lived in other states, and his wife had been an only child -- so after her death, he had no close relatives nearby. After thinking about it for some time following loss of his wife, he had decided to try to realize a long-held fantasy by becoming a much more real slave to dominant goddesses. He was smart enough and knowledgeable enough about the 'Scene' that he realized that the 'live-in slave for 24/7/365' fantasies written about in Scene articles and blogs and websites were just that. No one realistically wanted to take on a full-time, live-in slave, and it almost certainly would not work for the slave either. But Jim had a somewhat different idea now that he was almost a year past the loss of his wife. He lived in the suburbs of a large East Coast city that had a significant number of high quality pro dommes in the area. He also had a good relationship with his regular domme, and she always seemed ready and pleased to see him. They were pretty advanced in their practices and games, and she was very much into the lifestyle. So he had made an appointment for a long session with her and determined he would make her a proposal he hoped she would consider. Games people play Jim's favorite regular domme was called Goddess Veronica La Rue. She was tall and statuesque, with an hourglass figure, and probably was in her early forties. She had thick black hair worn shoulder length, deep blue eyes, and full sensuous lips. She also had a glorious round full ass that Jim worshipped from afar. She truly enjoyed her activities, and did not advertise much at all. She had her own place with a couple of rooms devoted to her dominance in her home. Jim had submitted to her in many ways over time. A typical visit or session would last 3 to 6 hours, and would involve much more than just mere physical submission -- although there was plenty of that. Jim usually travelled to the Goddess's home wearing minimal clothing. He would change into his garb in a parking lot on the way there. When he arrived, he only would have on a pair of light shorts, a 'Slave' tee shirt from the Cafepress site on the Internet, and a pair of pink flip flops. When he got to the Goddess's home, he would park his car discretely near her house and call her on the cellphone to let her know he had arrived. She would then give him permission to approach her house and he would come up onto the secluded porch on the side of the house, ring the door bell and kneel on the floor with his nose on the floor and his ass in the air. She would usually open the door a bit, and he would push it open and crawl into her chambers head down, without seeing her or looking up at her, continuing to kneel with his nose on the floor and his ass in the air. She would then order him to greet her, and he would crawl to her feet with his eyes and head down and repeatedly kiss her boots or shoes, licking them thoroughly and thanking her for allowing him to serve her. The Goddess loved giving enemas, so jim's session usually started with a thorough cleansing of his slut hole. First, he would be ordered to remove his clothes and put them in the corner in a small metal locking box to which the Goddess had the key, staying on his knees. He was generally not allowed to look at her, so he would keep his head down and eyes on the floor, and she would put a locking collar on him. She would then order him to crawl to the bathroom. She would often have left some of her truffles in the bowl, and she would order him to scoop one or two out with his hands and put them on a paper plate on the floor in the bathroom for use later. He would then be ordered to put his face on the floor and his ass in the air. A large enema bag would have been prepared and would be hanging from the shower curtain rod. She would give him some lubricant and would have him finger his own sluthole, lubing it up for the nozzle. She would then insert it into his gaping sluthole, and would open the valve and let the warm soapy mix flow into him. When the bag was empty and he was full, she would remove the nozzle and would slide an inflatable butt plug into his upturned sluthole to plug it, pumping it up while he stayed face down with his nose on the floor. While he knelt there, she would refill the bag with more warm soapy water and rehang it. She would then put the toilet seat down and would sit on it and begin to pull and massage his balls, which were displayed before her with his ass in the air. She would also interrogate him about his activities since their last visit. She would put some rubber cock rings around his ball sac and whole package to stretch and distend it and keep the cock erect. If his balls had any hair stubble, she would use a razor to shave them fully smooth and shiny. She would then put a blindfold on him, and would pull out the inflatable dildo plug. The toilet seat would be put up completely and he would be allowed to squat on the edge of the porcelain bowl. She would usually pull over a small chair from the corner and sit before him and begin to punish his face, slapping it and twisting and pulling on his lips, nose and ears while she continued to question him and he eliminated into the bowl. She would stick her fingers into his nostrils, pulling his nose by them, and make him lick the snot from her fingers. She also used a washcloth to dry his tongue, and would grab it and pull it out of his mouth as far as she could get it and would twist it and shake his head by it. She really enjoyed having him be so intimately submissive to her. She loved holding his tongue and using it to torture him while she abused his face. What she called 'head games' was always fun for her. When he was done expelling he would flush the bowl on command. He would then clean his sluthole with his bare hands, rinsing them and soaping them in the toilet bowl water as he fingered his sluthole and cleaned it. He would then clean the toilet itself with his bare hands from his hands and knees. After he washed his hands, she would often pick up a plastic teaspoon and would take a spoonful of her truffle from the paper plate. He would be ordered to open his mouth and stick out his tongue and she would feed him one teaspoonful of her truffles, making sure it stayed on his tongue. When it was in his mouth, he would have to open his mouth and stick out his tongue so she could see the truffle on it. He would then be ordered to chew it and open his mouth again so she could see her gift all over the inside of his mouth. He would then be ordered to swallow it all down. Then the spoon was placed in his mouth, and he licked it clean and swallowed again. She would then take a bottle brush, soaped it up using toilet water, and had him open his mouth while she scrubbed the interior clean. He would then place his face into the water in the toilet bowl, and would rinse his mouth in the toilet bowl. He would then be given a glass of mouthwash to rinse further and to spit it into the bowl. A small piece of bar soap would be placed in his mouth under his tongue. The goddess would then place duct tape over his mouth and around his head to keep his mouth closed, while the soap was held there and slowly dissolved. Obviously, he could not speak. Then he would be returned to the kneeling position on the floor with his face down and ass in the air. She would take the remainder of her truffles from the paper plate with the spoon and would load them into his slut hole with the spoon. This meant he would have the privilege of having some of her truffles carried inside him from his slut mouth and also from his slut hole. All his holes belonged to her and she could use them any way she saw fit. She would then have him relube his slut hole, and would give him a second enema to get his sluthole as clean as possible. After he was full, she would squirt some liquid soap into his slut hole with turkey baster and would replug it with the inflatable plug. He would be left on the floor face down and ass up for about 10 or 15 minutes to allow the water and soap to work their magic in his gut. When the Goddess returned to the bathroom, the plug would be removed. He would then be returned to the edge of the bowl, and would be allowed to evacuate, running mostly clear and soapy except for the Goddess's truffles. He would then kneel before her with his ass in the air, and the bottle brush would be used to clean his asshole. He would then kneel up straight, the duct tape would be removed from his mouth, and he would spit the remaining soap into the toilet bowl. His blindfold would be removed, he would clean his sluthole and the toilet with his hands again, and he was now ready for service. The routine After the initial cleansing of his sluthole and mouth, Jim would usually be put to work as a domestic slave. He would usually start by preparing some tea and a snack for the Goddess, which he would serve to her on a tray. Sometimes it was more elaborate, preparing and serving dinner for her or for a small number of her friends. He was generally kept naked except for collars and bondage devices. He was forbidden to look at the Goddess above her feet, and was to keep his head bowed and his eyes on the floor when near her. He generally was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. If he needed to approach her to serve food, he would say, 'your worship, slave requests permission to approach'. When permission was granted, he would come before her, eyes and head down, and would kneel and serve the food or tray onto a table, and then would lower his head and nose to the floor until he was told to resume his duties. If he needed to report something, or to request instructions, he was to say, 'your worship, slave requests permission to speak' before communicating. After snack service, he would then begin the work assigned. While he was usually kept naked and collared with his cock and balls in bondage, the Goddess might make him wear such items as a sissy/French maid outfit in high heels and stockings with a wig and heavy make up, or barefoot in a 'slave' labeled apron with nothing else on but his collar and cock and ball bondage. He would wash dishes and clean the kitchen and bathroom, vacuum floors, dust furniture, clean dungeon equipment, and do laundry. If he was scrubbing floors, he usually was put in a humbler with his balls pulled behind him, and he would do the work from his hands and knees. The Goddess would check on him from time to time, and she would cane or strap his ass and balls if there was any failure to perform well, or just for fun. Sometimes he would be dressed only in a pair of pink male bikini panties and his collar, and would be sent outside barefoot to do chores such as cutting the grass or washing her car. He also could be taken on outside service, driving the Goddess to go shopping. He would usually be dressed only in a collar, slave shirt, shorts and flip flops, with his cock and balls in bondage under the shorts. She was fond of taking him to places like Frederick's or Victoria's Secret in malls or 'adult toy' stores, making him kneel in the corner while she shopped. The sales girls in these kinds of places had sometimes seen submissive males brought into the stores, so they would just laugh and let him kneel in the corner while the Goddess made her selections. He had been amazed the first time they did this how little other shoppers noticed about others, so other people only rarely seemed to notice them. When they did, they would either turn away in disgust, or laugh and smirk. Some times the Goddess would talk with the sales girls about the slave, and would offer to have him crawl over and kiss her feet for their amusement. They sometimes went along with it if the store wasn't busy, and found it funny. Sometimes he was even allowed to kiss their feet, too, and they would take digital camera pictures of him kneeling and kissing their feet so they could show their friends or post them on Facebook. The other lady customers usually would also smirk and grin if they became aware of him. Sometimes they would talk with the goddess and she would tell them about his being a slave, and sometimes they would also let him kiss their feet. They would also joke about how the Goddess should train their husbands and boyfriends. It was like being the butt of jokes and abuse by bored women on an episode of 'The View' or 'Real Housewives of Modern America'. It was amazing to him that virtually no women they encountered on these trips ever refused to participate in having him humbled before them. They clearly would love the chance to dominate their men. The Goddess would offer some of these women the opportunity to cane him right there or in the parking lot, and some of them took her up on it. He would kneel on the floor with his face down on the floor, shorts pulled down, and ass in the air. The Goddess would hook a leash to his ball restraint, straddle him standing with his head between her feet, and pull his balls up high between his ass cheeks. They would then be invited to put 25 stokes on each ass cheek and on his balls, as hard as they could, in sets of 5. It usually only took some encouragement from the Goddess to get them to lay the cane on heavily enough to raise some welts. She would also offer some of these women the opportunity to have him serve them as a domestic slave. Sometimes they had accepted. Those are stories for another day. She would also take him to supermarkets in his slave attire and have him push the cart around with his hands cuffed to the cart and his collar leashed to it while she made her selections, or to do other regular shopping as her attendant, always walking a few steps behind her, never speaking, never looking at her directly, carrying the parcels and hurrying to open doors and defer to her as the royalty she was. These sessions of domestic and shopping service usually took several hours. Jim enjoyed the feeling of total submission and ownership by the Goddess, and being humbled publically before her. She in turn enjoyed the benefits of the service, and the feeling of power that she could do anything to him and humble him in any way she chose. It was a true power exchange. His eagerness to serve her was a big reason she was almost always happy to have him come by for a session and visit. And of course, he paid reasonable tributes and paid for the shopping trips, which only made it so much the better for the Goddess. After cleaning and initial submission, and the completion of any domestic service, the Goddess would usually move into punishment, abuse and torture of her slave and use of him for her pleasure and amusement. Giving it up for the Goddess The Goddess liked to intensively torture her slave with a great deal of focus on his slave meat and balls, as well as his nipples. She would usually warm him up with a significant beating. She had benches and horses he could be turned over or strapped onto face down, blindfolded. She liked to work his backside from the top of his ass crack all the way down over his butt and the backs of his thighs to his knees. She would often start by rubbing his ass and backside with a stiff scrub brush to bring up the blood and redden the meat to be beaten. Then she would take a wooden paddle and would apply it vigorously in many sets of 6 or so blows to each side. She might do as many as 9 or 10 sets, so that each ass cheek and the back of each thigh would have taken 50 or 60 paddle blows. They would be glowing bright red as the blood surged into them. The slave would have to count the blows for each area, and would receive additional blows if he messed up the count. After he was well reddened, she would use the scrub brush again to rough up the surface. Then she would begin to raise her favorite result -- welts all over the ass and thighs. She would use a fairly stiff leather strap about 2 inches wide and two feet long with a wooden handle, hitting his ass very hard with it and taking her time as she wanted welts and bruises to come up. By now the slave would usually be squealing and grunting from pain with each blow -- sometimes begging for mercy, but there was none. Safe words were not part of the deal. Then she would move to the piece de resistance. A cane would then be applied -- 25 strokes to each of the ass cheeks and thighs, with a measured beat and delivery and she sought to raise a noticeable welt with each blow. Someplace along the way as he began to squeal, she would have taken a thin Venetian blind cord and put it into his mouth between his teeth and wrapped it around his head and in his mouth several times so his cheeks were pulled back and his mouth was held open. A large electrical alligator clip from Radio Shack would be put on the tip of his tongue, pressed in place to give a good grip, and it would be used to pull his tongue out of his mouth as far as possible. Then a pair of chopsticks would be placed around his tongue and squeezed into place held by rubber bands. This made his tongue stick out and his speech intelligible. His tongue would turn blue in a few minutes because of the reduced circulation. She had a large collection of these alligator clips. Two more would be squeezed on to each side of his tongue and firmly pressed in place. Finally, hot Chinese mustard would be spread onto his tongue to intensify the torture. Because his mouth was held open and his head was down with his burning distended and clamped tongue sticking out, he would sputter and drool uncontrollably as she had her way with his backside. Then, after the Goddess was satisfied with the beating she had administered, she would release him in preparation for CBT. She would often make him stand in a cock stock, with his slave meat and balls squashed in front of him in a screw down clamp, with his hands tied behind his back and pulled up above his ass and attached to his collar. His feet and knees would be tied tightly to the cock stock vertical post, and his feet would be standing on the metal plate on the floor to which the cock stock vertical post was attached. The stock would be centered in a wooden rectangular frame 8 foot high frame of four-by-four beams, with vertical posts along side him several feet away from his sides, and a horizontal crossbar overhead at about 8 feet above the floor. The frame had pulleys and eyebolts and cleats attached for use in securing him in place. While his mouth and head were still wrapped with cords and clamps, more alligator clips with small weights would be put onto his lower lip, so it was pulled down inside out. Cords would then be attached to rings on the sides of his collar and pulled up through pulleys at the corners of the frame and secured, so he could not lose his balance and fall over. A set of nose hooks would be placed into his nostrils with an attached cord run through a pulley over his head on the frame. His nose would then be pulled up so his face was raised toward the ceiling with his mouth unable to be closed, and he could not look down. Prologue He was completely powerless to resist. His face was pulled upward, mouth stretched open and drooling down his neck and chest, his arms and hands were trussed behind him so he could not cover his ass, and his nipples and cock and balls were completely exposed and vulnerable, She would then use her hand and various switches, whips and straps to administer a beating and tortures to his meat and balls, raising welts on them as well. She really liked to start using a stiff strap to beat down on the head of his cock and from the front on his distended balls held out by the cock stock. She would apply 3 sharp blows to the cock head, then 3 to the balls. She would then grab the cock and twist it, squeeze his balls hard, and then do 3 and 3 again. She would also beat his ass more, and work on his nipples. She would use clamps and clips, her nails and would laugh happily as he moaned squealed and writhed under her tortures. She would then use a cane on his cock and balls, delighting in the pitiful sounds he produced as his meat was beaten. She would also use needles on him, piercing his cock head and nipples straight through. Sometimes she would take a long needle and skewer it through his balls. And she would usually work up and down his front and back with a whip and cane, covering him with welts from his knees to his shoulders. This portion of his visit would usually last an hour or more -- she took her time, often pausing to have a sip of wine, and took satisfaction and pleasure in her control and ability to use him as she pleased. Other times she would place him face up on a torture table where he was strapped down. Then she would go to work on his meat, piercing it, sounding his piss hole, using Tens and other electrical devices, seeking to get the most pathetic squeals and begging for mercy from him. She always succeeded. The Goddess enjoyed having her subs submit all their holes to her -- so jim had been dildoed with a strap on by her many times, both up his ass/slut hole and down his throat. She had a special custom fitted Feeldoe style strap on, and she would often position him face down, ass presented, and would give him a thorough fucking with her dildo, while the part inside her perfect pussy gave her exquisite pleasure and she orgasmed many times, exulting in her power over her slave. If he was particularly pleasing in his performance that day, he might then be given a reward. She had a smother box, and he would be laid on the floor on his back with his head encased in the box and his face showing in the toilet hole in the box. A funnel would have been placed in his mouth with a long neck down his throat. It had a Velcro strap around his head so it could not slip or be removed. The funnel opening would protrude above the box. She would then lower herself onto a portable toilet seat above the funnel, and would reward her slave with a delicious long drink of her wonderful Golden Nectar pissed into the funnel. He was required to drink all of it as she emptied herself straight into the funnel and his mouth. When he was let out of the box, any missed Golden Nectar would be licked out of the interior of the funnel and the smother box. An important positive reinforcement was that she made sure he came at every session. She would normally do it by squeezing his cock in one hand and holding a vibrator to the underside of his cock head until he came. The jism would be collected on a saucer, and he would be made to lick it up and swallow it. He was required to kneel before her, hold the saucer and look her in the eyes while she smiled and he licked it up and swallowed. It was the only time he was ever allowed to look her in the eyes. The pleasure he was given was Pavlovian positive reinforcement, coupled with more humbling submission and training in eating his cum. Sometimes she would retain him when they were done while she had another session with one of her other clients. In such a case, he would be bound with his hands tied to his upper thighs and his elbows pulled behind him and tied close together. His meat and balls were clamped in front in a humbler, with three large alligator clips on the head of his cock. There would be clips and weights on his nipples. He would be chained by his collar to eyehooks in the walls in the corner so he could not move out of the corner. His head had to be properly secured. Cotton would be inserted into his nostrils so he had to breathe through his mouth. He would be blindfolded, eyes taped shut with cotton balls over his eyelids and duct tape over the cotton and taped around his head. His ears were taped shut over ear buds from an Ipod, with cotton balls placed over the Ipod buds. The Ipod was held onto his upper arm with a case for runners to use an Ipod when running. It was playing music into his plugged ears under the tape. He could sense vibration but could not understand any sounds because of the 'sound track' in his ears under the muffling cotton and tape. She sometimes would set the Ipod so Devo's 'Whip It' playing continuously to annoy him. A half-hood would then be strapped on over his head, covering the duct tape blindfold and Ipod buds taped in to his ears, preventing them from moving or coming off and making a better picture of submission. His mouth would be left uncovered and available. The chopstick clamp would be placed on his tongue again so it would ensure it was sticking out and his mouth could not close. Thus, when the client arrived, he could see how much she dominated him with the slave being unable to know anything about the client. If the Goddess liked the session with the client, she would give the client the option of having the blindfolded slave on display suck the client's cock off to finish the session. Almost none ever turned it down -- how many men ever refuse a blow job? Slave j had been trained with dildoes to use his lips and tongue to properly service a cock. He would be released from the wall and would kneel, and the clamp would be removed from his tongue. The client would stand before him, grasp his head, stick his cock in the slave's mouth and start to skull fuck him. The client would be encouraged to take as long as he wanted. Slave j was expected to slobber and drool as much as possible so drool would run down his chin and chest. If the client almost pulled his cock out of j's mouth, j knew to lick, suck and kiss the client's cock head gently and to tongue the piss hole. When the cock was thrust deeper into his slut mouth, he opened his throat as much as possible for a deep throat, stuck his tongue out as far as possible and worked his tongue on the shaft to provide more pleasure, drooling all the while. The Goddess would stand along side her client, whispering to him, while licking and kissing his ear. She would also caress the client's ass, play with his nipples and finger his asshole sensuously to add to the pleasure of the blow job. When the client came in the slave's mouth, he swallowed it all. Then, after the client cleaned up and dressed, if he wanted to, he could place his cock in the slave's mouth again, and piss directly into it, as the slave closed his lips around the cock for a tight seal and swallowed all the piss as the client let his stream go down j's throat. After the client was done pissing down the slave's gullet, if the client was up to it, the client could skull fuck him some more, and get to come again on the second blow job. This availability of a two-blow-job finish was popular with Goddess's clients, so they visited her more frequently, and often requested that the slave be present for their use. After everything was done, he would be released, cleaned up, and then have his slave clothes returned to him. He would be released to his car after kissing her feet and licking her shoes, thanking her for seeing him. He would then be sent home, exhausted, stopping someplace to change into his regular clothes. The Deal On this particular day, Jim had sent the Goddess an email to let her know there was something he wanted to ask her about. When he arrived, he crawled into her chambers as usual, and knelt holding an envelope in her sight with her name on it. When she took it, he dropped his nose back to the floor and waited. The envelope contained a letter and a proposed contract. The letter begged the Goddess to consider taking Jim on as a regular slave owned by her, serving her and others she would designate and having him submit to them in any way she desired. The Goddess sat down on her couch, and put her feet up on top of the slave's head as he knelt on the floor, and read over the letter and proposed Contract. The idea was that she would own him and he would provide service and submit for torture and degradation as instructed several times a week, up to five days. He would provide a weekly stipend to her for her time and trouble. He would have to check in with her by text message daily to obtain her orders and instructions. If she preferred he would call on command at a specified time on a dedicated cell phone. He would also be subject to being summoned by her on short notice. On her instructions, he would also present himself to other women she designated for service and submission. A separate stipend in an amount decided by the Goddess was to be paid to any other woman he was directed to serve or to submit to. He was also required to submit orally and anally to any males selected by the Goddess. She and her friends would also have the right and privilege to have him marked with tattoos that they selected to make his subservient condition apparent when they had him in dress or undress of their choosing. They would select the tattoo artist, who should be female. It was expected and provided in the contract that two of the tattoos would consist of the word 'Slave' across his ass below the tramp stamp level, and the word 'Slave' tattooed vertically down the top of his cock shaft, so it would show from the front when he was naked with his flaccid slave meat hanging down in front of him. The Dommes would take him to the tattooing, and would stay there to have him marked, photographing and videoing the process. He would pay for the tattooing. His enslavement was to be posted on the Internet on the International Registry of Slaves, complete with photographs of him and an email address that could be used to contact the Goddess about him. He was also required to pay for one BDSM travel vacation each year for the Goddess with two of her friends and him to a destination of her choice such as OWK or something like Kink in the Caribbean or a weekend in New York or near Castro Street in San Francisco. The proposed Contract identified him by full name and address, including social security number. His photo was digitally included. It gave the Goddess and anyone she designated full authority with regard to the slave, and contained his agreement to submit to them and serve them in any way requested, or as ordered by the Goddess. The only obligation of the Goddess was that she was expected, but not required, to cause him to serve her and to be tortured by her no less than one day a week. It also specified that when the contract was signed, the ceremony would be recorded on digital video to be retained by the Goddess, and that he would have blood drawn from his cock head and his fingerprint in his blood would be on each page of the Contract. The signing would be done in a ceremony with other women selected by the Goddess present as witnesses to the voluntary nature of the undertaking. He and the Goddess knew the contract was not legally enforceable, but it could be used as evidence of his consent to any activities provided for under it, and it said so in the Contract. She was amused and interested in the proposal. She sat with her feet resting on his head, sipping her wine, reading the letter and contract over again and thinking about it. She then got up, and ordered the slave to strip. He was collared, and he knelt while a humbler was locked on his balls pulling them up behind him. Cotton balls were placed up his nostrils so he had to breathe through his mouth, and a clip was placed on his nose to hold the cotton in. Weighted nipple clamps were attached to his nips. A large binder clamp was placed on the end of his cock and two weighted metal balls were attached to the clip to pull his cock toward the floor. She then ordered him to crawl to the bathroom. When they got there, she told him he was to clean the entire bathroom, scrubbing the floor from his hands and knees and making sure the toilet and tub and sink were spotless. When he was done he was to kneel with his head face down in the toilet bowl with his hands locked behind his head and his elbows out, and to wait for her to return. She then had him sit up, put wax plugs into his ears so he couldn't hear clearly, and used duct tape to seal his ears to make sure the wax plugs didn't fall out. She put two clips with weights on his lower lip so it was pulled down and drool would escape, and told him to get started. She turned and went back to her living room and poured herself a nice glass of red wine. She was interested in j's offer. She thought it could be good for her, and might be fun, at least for a while. She sat down and picked up her phone and dialed her domme friend, Mistress Alex. "Hello, Alex. It's Veronica. Do you have a few minutes to talk? I have something to discuss that might be interesting for the two of us......" To be continued... Prologue & Explanation of... Prologue & Explanation of Transcend the Flesh I wrote the various parts of Transcend the Flesh separately - between weeks of inventiveness in the 90s. Probably when I was 17 or 18, I don't remember now. I didn't particularly care for the view of the characters, the first person view that I switch through during the story so I eventually scrapped the whole thing in favor of other storylines and plots. After many (read too many) stops and starts, I've finally begun writing a new draft of the story that starts at the actual beginning. I already have two chapters and the prologue done. Yay. Unfortunately its not a sexual work - neither is this. It's for those readers who asked for more (read - I'm amazed that there were so many of you). I apologize for the way the pieces don't seem to fit perfectly but if I continue to get feedback I might be convinced to start a unique, erotic, story just for this site. Who knows? I hope you enjoy, Azrof. * * * * * Choices that need to be made; Promises that threaten to be unmade. A lengthy self-inspection first. Where was I born? I recall my mother and father on Earth, remember their scent and smiles, yet they are no more. I know that in my past their was love and loss, hate, anger and so many other emotions, each sweeter than the last. Yet they came to an abrupt end. I sought, and found, my path toward the sun and rejected it as well. Perhaps my birth in this world was a mistake; a miscalculation on a universal scale. The time I spent learning of the world, eyes filled with innocence, was only a blink; a fraction of an instant in the scheme of things. And it was too much for my mortal emotions to stand. First there was love, then loss, then betrayal and finally, to top the mountain of abominable acts, I betrayed. Perhaps I should focus on the present. On the answer. On waking up. On moving. Looking down, I see the muscle that has atrophied into nonexistence; I see the bone that withered flesh covers, calcium deposits long since depleted. A shattered remnant of a body. I know that if I could see my face I would be horrified at the sunken depth of my eye sockets, at the thinness of my hair and the skeleton-like qualities I have taken on so greedily to end the pain within my soul. I know I must choose. Power or continued pain. The feeling of the universal creation flowing through my body would be as sweet as any kiss, as intoxicating as any liquor, yet I fear it. I fear what temptations I would have; I could undo the separation. I could heal myself. Become whole. Yet, within my soul, I know that that option is not. The flow of self-depreciating sadness moving across each numb nerve with the quiet coldness of ice; numbing my heart to what I have been part of, have seen. As tempting, in its own way, as the power I could open myself to. I choose. There really was not much of a choice; the decision made in an instant. I rein in my mind and flow, not outward as a waterfall, but inward, sinking into the black hole that is the remnant of my heart. Darkness swallows me yet I ignore it; I search. Moving across surfaces that reek of memory and sadness, I begin the long road through a self-made hell. Heat tears at my atoms, Cold sears my neutrons from balance, both fusion and fission work on my mind at once. Barriers. I collapse them, with such effort that my body must be failing by now. My heart must be beating so slowly that a doctor would call me dead; soon I will be if I continue inward. I never hesitate. Cambering across mounds of carrion rotted flesh, my fingers break. My feet hit the ground with the sharp cracking sound of bone broken and the pain is so intense I feel as if a Seedling has a hold of me. I have so little time. Aeons pass, or so it seems; time has no meaning within the halls of my mind. On broken bones I walk, on boundless hope, I run. Though in my mind I am limited by my physical body, my mind still has the will to drive me on, to drive me toward my goal. Toward the brilliant light, toward the blue hued sun that begins to peek out from behind the frozen-still earth at the edge of my vision. Bone snaps. My femur slivers into a thousand pieces of shrapnel, slicing numb flesh into a throbbing agony. I can not make it, this I know. I crawl still, unable to escape the will that drove me to my destruction in the first place, my broken fingers giving little purchase, my shattered legs only dead weight. Time flows past as water; my few lucid moments are filled with a thousand agonies and nothing to repay me but the looming face of a sun that hovers forever past my reach. I decide to end the pain. Slowly; gingerly testing out the roots of pain and strength within my ash-made body, I stand. My sunken form is no longer human by any stretch of My mind and retains its shape only through my will, which dwindles still. I call the sun. I summon it by its Name. Description is never adequate for this feeling; for it is not a feeling. It is a new state of being, a paradigm unlike any other. I am lifted from the seat of depression and loneliness and given a new gift. Hope. Then, faults in the small piece of the whole that I am, healed, I awaken. I Awaken. And the horizon of my dwelling trembles with the force of it. Energy; power. Red power. It flares with the brilliance of a sweet rose wine blasted with the sun's light and coalesces over his head. Like blood. The shape coagulates into a triangular blob, aimed directly at his emaciated flesh. Aimed at the center of his power; at his heart. Life pounds within his breast, the life of one who has walked a thousand miles on broken hopes and shattered bones. The thin, barely audible life of one who has the force of Will to move though pain becomes a reality; though pain was his reality. The pure, angry, power hovers within the air for a moment, shifting as water would tend to, violent as life is. The energy seeks to know, to understand why it was called into such a hurt existence and, in that moment, it also decides to act. A wafting pseudopod of dark red sweeps the naked bones that are caressed with only the meanest flesh. The sweep is a question; the heartbeat an answer, a song. It says, "This is your purpose. This is your design; heat for life." The sporadic melody begins to fade within it's captor, dims with each passing moment. The energy, though it has not mind, knows in it's design that the song is all. Must be continued. And it shall be, it also knows. The energy is shy, quests, no more; it sweeps inward with the force of a tidal wave. A tsunami of pure, angry, need. An animal force that Growls in it's need to use the part of itself to keep the song alive. The heart does not fade, it grows stronger. Life blood, the essence of power within the universe, flows into the decimated, war-torn veins. No life can withstand this need; this acidic burn. It summons the song within the heart and brings it into full bloom, making the near cadaver kick with sudden, new, pain. Life flows greedily into the being that summoned it so desperately. Water; life. Blue life. Flesh to flesh, given to me, I bid thee come; renew my vigor. The call so soft, so sweet, that the essence of life must, for only a moment, obey. The sweeping sound of sudden water fills the remote building with the roar of a thousand lions. Calling to the being that called it. A floating haze of navy light rushes into the room and into Him, flesh flowing as if made of nothing more than warm tea for a fraction of an instant. Then solidifies. As water becomes ice, so does the essence of water find it's natural place within marrow, within cells, within atoms, bonding at such a rate that the being receptive to the massive power He has called can merely gasp with sudden feeling. Nerves scream into existence where once there was only numb, tendons fill into iron strength when, for an eternity, they were slack. Muscles grow and conjoin into articulation points so deftly woven that Life takes pride in It's own work. The warp and weft move. Shaking the wetness from his body, he stands; the motion so amazingly perfect that no one could ignore the pride Life has taken in his reformation. His call was beautiful to it. Beautiful to Life to know that He has decided to return, to dance once more for It. To It. The baldness of his head does not satisfy him; the lack of small accessories to his body gall his acceptance of the gift Life has given him. Ebony magic swells within his smooth palms, drawing callus into being; pain is an option now, one he still chooses to feel for this, last, part of his transformation. Raven hair splits from his skull as spaghetti, thick like dead-locks, then splits into strands of Night silk, an extension of True Night. Nails grow on bare flesh, toes and hands, rounded and without flaw. Ruby lips flush as life fills his entire body and Amber eyes glow with the viricrescent slivers he chooses to add; emerald in honor of the cat he once loved. A shape, called from beyond, with the black light, begins to form. He screams silently, teeth working into his bleeding gums; the call must be made with sacrifice. The night shape works it's way through the wound it has created and moves into now callused, bleeding, hands comfortably. It shivers once, caressing it's owner, then grows still as it is placed in the air at his hip. Ready, conscious; alive. A night blue shirt sprouts around cut musculature, black buttons with the third-eye design enameled upon them. Black, near silken, pants move from the darkness to sheathe his nudity, flowing around his thighs, calves, and hips with the loving caress that only solid shadows can achieve. He does not notice, other than to give a cursory glance downward. He then reaches back, into the shadows behind him, and gathers the matching black vest, tightening it around his chest to accent his muscle, buttoning it with the deft ease that his new fingers give him, and exits. His travel is straight, doors are opened and closed, no power is used. He whispers as the last door is closed behind him and his leathern boots touch cement soundlessly. "I am here." Prologue Ch. 02 Prologue Continuation As previously seen... She turned and went back to her living room and poured herself a nice glass of red wine. She was interested in j's offer. She thought it could be good for her, and might be fun, at least for a while. She sat down and picked up her smart phone and called her domme friend, Mistress Alex. "Hello, Alex. It's Veronica. Do you have a few minutes to talk? I have something to discuss that might be interesting for the two of us......" To be continued....... "Sure, what do you want to talk about?" replied Alex. "You might want to get comfy and pour yourself a drink." "Ok, I'll do that and call you back in ten." Veronica had some ideas about Jim's offer, and thought Alex was a perfect partner for her plans. Veronica believed Jim was completely sincere in his offer. She had always felt comfortable with his total willingness to accept torture and abuse, to follow orders and serve without question. She had noticed a change in his demeanor since his wife's death, and thought he had been planning some kind of approach to her. She liked that he was willing to be publically humbled and humiliated, including interaction with others she chose and he never even saw. Not many guys will give blindfolded blow jobs on command. Veronica had other sub clients who might try to make a similar offer, but she would have rejected them because she would have expected those subs to be posers trying to top from the bottom while jerking off in fantasy land. But she thought Jim could be genuine, and believed he would strive to meet her requirements and expectations. So, if Alex was interested, Veronica was going to give it a go. It would be on her terms. Jim wasn't calling the shots here. Veronica had married young to a guy who hit it big. There was no prenup and no kids, so when he was catting around and she caught him, she got a good property settlement. She took the cash, not wanting to chase alimony every month. It allowed her to buy her place free and clear, and she had enough in the bank to live for a real long time without a square job. Domme fees provided fun walking around money. She took straight lovers from time to time, but didn't hide her 'hobby'. If her fuck buddies got jealous or tried to dominate her, she dropped them quick. Alex was in her late 40s. She was a slender blonde with a fair complexion and long legs. She wore her hair short, was pretty butch, and had multiple diamond stud piercings in each ear. She had joined the US Marines when she was straight out of high school, coming from a divorced blue collar family, and had stuck it out for 20 becoming a Gunny Sergeant, and had taken her pension. This gave her some guaranteed income. She also had the words 'The Boss' tattooed in a semicircle around her left nipple. She was a dyke, and had managed to hang in there in Gyrene land through the 'don't ask, don't tell' era. After leaving the Corps, Alex had worked for an internet startup and was able to cash in options when it got lucky and quickly went IPO. Consequently, she also had no money pressure. Alex owned her own commercial dungeon and domme chambers maintained discretely in the center of the City. The small building was well equipped with several theme rooms, one being a medical room. There was a reception area, and two bathrooms, one for the ladies, and one with a toilet and shower for the subs. There was also a laundry room with a washer and dryer. She was friendly with other pro dommes who did sessions there, renting the facility and paying Alex for doing so. Alex's web advertising kept up a steady stream of regular sub clients and newbies, and her renters also had regulars who repeated pretty steadily. Alex did not live at her chambers, but had a nice condo a few blocks from it. She had a female lover, Gretchen, who she shared her condo with. Gretchen was in her thirties, and was the 'wife' in their relationship –she was very 'fem', although in today's times she didn't hide her Lesbian nature. She worked at a legal office as an administrative assistant, was good at her job, and contributed to the costs of their home, and did most of the cooking and housework. Gretchen wore her dark brown hair shoulder length, wore makeup and lipstick, and usually dressed in a dress or skirt, with high heels, stockings and a garter belt. It pleased Alex to have such a fem lover. Gretchen had a 5 inch circle tattooed on her left ass check, and inside it said 'Alex's Toy'. She called Alex 'daddy' when they were home or in dyke bars, and loved having her 'daddy' use her. Alex had several strap on dildos from which she took pleasure, and fucked Gretchen in her ass or cunt almost every evening, which almost always brought Gretchen to orgasms. Gretchen for her part knew part of her 'daddy's ownership required her to worship Alex's clit and asshole with her tongue daily, which was usually done first thing on the morning when they awoke. They usually awoke about 45 minutes before they needed to. This allowed Gretchen to kneel between Alex's legs and worship her clit while Alex held her head. Then Alex would roll over and Gretchen would lick her ass crack and tongue her rosebud while Alex lolled with contentment on her belly. It was wonderful getting great sex twice a day, having your little wifey eat you in the morning and laying open her holes for fucking before bed each night! The phone rang and Veronica saw it was Alex and answered. "So, girlfriend, wassup?" asked Alex. "Well, sweetie, do you remember me telling you about this regular sub I have named Jim?" "Yeah." "And do you remember me telling you how submissive he was and how willing he was to do anything I ordered him to do?" "Yeah." "And do remember me saying how good he was at accepting tortures and doing chores around my place?" "Yeah." "Well, he's in a position where he doesn't have any regular obligations that would hold him up. He's got money, and he's offered to take things farther. He wants me to own him, but not one of those ridiculous 24/7 live in things these wankers fantasize about. I think I'd like to try it out, but I want you to partner with me." "Oh, really?" "So, here's the idea. He has offered to sign a slave contract and a Deed – can you believe it? – giving me ownership of him. It's not legal, of course, but it would show he asked for it. We would have the things signed and videoed with you and a couple of your girls present as witnesses. We'd all have cocktails in a kind of ceremony as he swore to serve me. We'd then start changing his appearance." "Could be fun. What do you have in mind?" "Well, he wants to be tattooed on his cock and ass where they will be covered by clothes. But I also want something more obvious. So, I'm going to insist that all his hair be removed. Shaved head, eyebrows, pubes, all body hair, every last little follicle. If he won't do it, the deal will be off. And you and the ladies will help do it right after the ceremony. I'm also going to have his balls tattooed with a chain around them, and have a chain tattooed around his ankle. You still know that dyke tattoo artist Chaney Skillington?" "Yeah, she's still downtown near here at The Inkwell. She'd love a chance to ink up a male slave. We could have quite a show if this happens. She knows some gay rent boys who might like to watch. They might like to fuck his ass after he's tatted up." "Sounds fantastic. Also, I'm going to require that he wear a chastity at all times. You and I can be the keyholders – I've got a couple of CB3000s and we can make sure one fits snugly and can't be easily removed. He'd have to wear it whenever he wasn't with us. I won't do the deal unless he agrees, but we might have to break him in slowly at first." "And here's the heart of the deal. I would have him come here about 2 days a week. If it's going well, I might keep him overnight every once in a while. I would also send him to you to serve you and work at your dungeon cleaning and doing anything else you wanted. And you could torture and beat him any way you liked, and you and your girls could use him as a practice dummy to try out new equipment and techniques, and to break in any new girls who wanted to try domming. You could also assign him to some of your girlfriends there, and make him serve them any way they wanted. He could go to their pads and clean their toilets and kitchens. If you wanted to, after you got comfortable with him, you could have him come with you to your pad and clean and work there. You might never clean a toilet again!" "He's giving me on a stipend of $500 a week in cash, and I'll make him put you on one for $250 a week. Anytime one of your girls was involved, they'd get $100 more. We could also put some ads on the web for bored housewives who might like to rent a sub and come in to your place and try their hand at topping. A lot of women would love to have a man kneeling before them kissing their feet while they beat his ass, cock and balls. She laughed, we could give them the special, introductory 'Tijuana blindfolded whore-slave-houseboy' offer for only $25 for an hour, $37.50 for 2 hours, and train them how to torture him. I'll bet they would come back for more." Alex giggled in response, and said, "I'll bet they'd love it if we let him lick their feet and tongue their assholes." Veronica chuckled, and continued, "I'm going to put him on a diet, too. He's not fat, but I want to get him skinny and tight. I have some ideas about that. If I do this, I intend to own him and train him in ways he hasn't thought of yet. I'm also gonna take complete control of his money – I'm not gonna rob him – I don't need it – but he's not gonna spend a cent I didn't say OK to. I want to take him as far as I can in submission and to squeeze every last bit of dignity and pride from him. So, whadda ya think?" There was silence on the line for a moment. Alex took a sip of her Cabernet, smiled to herself, almost laughing, and replied, "I think I'm interested. My pussy's drooling, thinking about this. What do you want to do next to see if we're going to do this?" "I've got him here today." She laughed, and said, "He's in bondage, cleaning my toilet and bathroom. When I'm done talking with you, I'll bring him out, punish him for the shitty job he's doing, and then make him pay for his impertinence in approaching me with this brazen proposal. But what's your schedule like? You could come over, or we could meet there, and cross examine him about this." Alex said, "I can come over on Wednesday in the early afternoon, around 1. How's that?" "OK, I'll set it up. I'll send you a text to confirm after I give him his orders. I'll also take a couple of pictures of him and send them along. They'll make you laugh!" "OK, I'll wait to hear from you. I can't wait to see the pictures." Veronica hung up, drained her wine glass and set it on the table, and got up and strode to the bathroom. On her way there, she picked up a butt plug dildo and some lube. She entered the bathroom and found j kneeling with his head face down in the toilet bowl with his hands locked behind his head and his elbows out. She looked around the room. The mirror was spotless, as was the tub and shower, with the shower curtain pulled back. The floor seemed very clean, too. His tits were pulled down outside the bowl by the weighted clips attached to them. His legs were spread, and the large binder clamp and weights on the head of his cock was pulling his meat toward the floor. The cock head inside the clamp was purple. She knew he would squeal with pain when she removed it and the nipple clamps. She pulled the small chair over behind him without saying anything, and lubed up his sluthole above the humbler clamp stretching his balls behind him. She took the butt plug, inserted the tip into his asshole, and twisted it as she forced it into him. She grabbed his balls in the humbler with her left hand, and pulled them back toward her as she pressed and twisted the butt plug forward into his slut hole with her right hand. She could hear him groaning into the bowl as his asshole was stretched to accept the plug. Finally, his sphincter stretched enough to let the widest part of the rim pop inside him, and she continued to twist the plug to get it seated inside him. There were two cords around the skinny part of the plug above the base below the widest part. She took the long end of one cord and wrapped it several times around the base of his scrotum inside the humbler, and tied it off. The second cord she pulled up his back, and looped onto his collar, pulled it tight, and tied it, too. When she was satisfied the plug was all the way in and would stay there, she stood up and grabbed his collar and pulled his head up out of the bowl so he knelt up straight. She pulled the duct tape off his ears and removed the wax ear plugs. His lower lip was purple from the two weighted clips pulling it down, and his chin was slippery with drool. She ordered him to turn around and face her, kneel up straight and put his hands on his thighs. The humbler stretched his balls even further behind him as he straightened up, and he felt an ache in his gut. His face was red, and she reached out and removed the clip on his nose, and pulled out the cotton balls plugging his nostrils. He kept his eyes downward, so as to not look at her. She said, "You're not going to like this," and smirked. She grabbed his lower lip in the middle between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed it tightly and twisted it. A high pitched involuntary squeal emerged from his throat. She said, "Take a deep breath." She grabbed one clip on his lip and squeezed it open and removed it. He whimpered and squealed with the pain as it came off. She laughed and said. "I love it. Wait until I take the one off your meat!" She then removed the other one from his lip, also making him whimper. She then took the cotton balls that had been up his nose, stuffed them into his mouth, and ordered him to chew them up and swallow them. They were slick with his snot, and slid down his throat pretty easily. She now grabbed the clips on his nipples and began squeezing and twisting them. He trembled involuntarily with pain as she pulled his nips sideways, forced them together, twisted them and shook them while pressing the cruel alligator clamp teeth into the nipple meat. The she squeezed the clips open and he moaned with pain. She dropped the clips on the floor and grabbed his nips between her thumbs and forefingers and twisted them more as he shuddered. "There, there, there it's so nice to give your nips up to your goddess. You should thank me." "Yes, Goddess, thank you for using your slave to amuse yourself. Please continue to use me as you like." "Don't worry, I will," she laughed. Finally, she reached down and pulled up the binder clamp on his cock head. She squeezed his cock shaft in her left hand, and pulled on the clamp with her right. "I wonder if I should just pull it straight off without squeezing it open. What do you think, slave?" "The Goddess should do whatever pleases the Goddess most," he replied. "That's right, slut. I think I'm going to open it and then twist up my cock head toy. Then I'll put it back on, and pull it off without opening it. It'll stretch your tiny cock and I'll double my fun! Don't you agree, sluthole?" "Yes, Goddess. Please use your worthless slave in the way you find most amusing." "Don't worry, I will. Now look down at your cock." She continued to squeeze the shaft with her left hand, and squeezed the clamp open and forced it into the slave's mouth. His cock head was deep purple, and had a deep impression across the head where the clamp had been. She grabbed the head between her right thumb and forefinger, and twisted it to the left while her left hand twisted the shaft to the right. She then took the Clamp from his mouth and opened it and placed his cock head into its jaws again. She let it close again as his tortured meat was once again caught in it. She continued to squeeze the shaft in her left hand, and grabbed the clamp and slowly stretched his cock as she pulled on the clamp. It slowly slipped forward, sliding toward the tip and he howled with pain. When only his pisshole and the very tip was still inside the clamp, she shook it, and enjoyed his frantic breathing. She then ripped it off the end. He squealed loudly, high pitched like a little girl. She grabbed the head and stretched his cock as far as she could get it to reach. She let it go and laughed. "Too bad you only have this limp piece of torture meat. If you had a real man's stiff cock I could have some real fun. Now, I've looked at your work here, and its pretty good. But I want to check it. Bend forward and lick the inside edge of the toilet bowl." Slave j did so. When he was done, Veronica said, "Now stick out your tongue so I can see if its clean. OK, that's good. Now grab those toys, clean them, and put them away and crawl out to the kitchen." "Yes, Goddess." She left, and j scrambled to fulfill the orders. When he got to the kitchen, she said, " First, make me a nice ham sandwich on rye bread. You can bring it to me and serve it to me with a fresh glass of wine. There are dirty dishes in the sink. Wash them all, put them away and clean up the sink and counters after you serve me. Then scrub the floor clean and put out the trash. You are to go out naked to put out the trash. You will keep your humbler on and butt plug in. Got it, shitmouth?" "Yes, Goddess, your slave will obey all your orders." "Of course you will, slut. When you are done, you'll come into the TV room and I'll tell you what's gonna happen with your presumptuous proposal. Now get to work, cockbreath." "Yes Goddess. Thank you, Goddess." With that, she left for the TV room, where she drained what was left of her first glass of wine. She began to edit the Contract so it would suit her, while she waited for her lunch. After a few minutes, Slave j appeared on his knees at the door, eyes down looking at the floor, and holding a tray containing a plate with her sandwich and a glass of Cabernet. "May slave have permission to speak, Goddess?' he asked. "Yes, slave, what is it?" "May your slave approach and serve you, Goddess?" "Yes, come in, slave." He crawled forward on his knees, carefully keeping the tray balanced so as not to spill the wine. "Put it on the table, slave." "Yes, Goddess." He did so, and then knelt with his head toward her and his face on the floor and his ass in the air. "Crawl over here, kiss and lick my shoes, and then get back to work." "Yes, Goddess, thank you Goddess." He crawled over, and kissed each shoe three times, saying "Thank you, Goddess" after each kiss. He then licked the tops of her shoes, said "Thank you, Goddess" again, and then knelt again with his nose on the floor. "All right, get out of here, and take care of your chores in the kitchen." He took the empty first wine glass, and crawled to the kitchen and began. It was difficult to do the dishes and counter top work because the humbler made it painful and difficult to stand up straight, but he managed. She had left a lot of dirty dishes and cooking pans from several days, so it took a long time. When he was done, he dropped to the floor and scrubbed it with a scrub brush and thoroughly cleaned it. He then closed up the trash bag and went to the door to the outside where garbage cans were kept. He opened the door a bit and peeked out to make sure the neighbor on that side was not out there. He then went out naked as quickly as he could and put the bags in the trash and returned inside safely. His feet hurt on the gravel in the driveway. The neighbor on that side of Veronica's house was a divorced single woman in her fifties. She knew Veronica was a domme because of conversations they had, and she found it amusing. Prologue Ch. 02 She had agreed if she ever saw a sub outside the house in the nude, she would call Veronica and let her know. Then Veronica would invite her neighbor over and let her watch while the sub was beaten for his carelessness in letting himself be seen. So j had ducked this punishment, anyway. In the meantime, Veronica finished her editing of the Contract. Having finished the kitchen cleanup, the slave crawled back to the entrance to the TV room and asked for permission to enter, which was granted. He assumed his kowtow position of 'nose on the floor and ass in the air' and waited for orders. "OK, slave, I'm going to punish you for your presumption in making this proposal. But I'm also going to do it at least for a while if you agree to my modified terms. I've written notes about on this insult you gave me. They are non-negotiable – either you accept them or we're done, so listen carefully." "First, Mistress Alex is going to be my partner, and you will serve her and pay her a stipend as well as me. Second, you are going to be completely shaved – all of your hair comes off, including your eyebrows. You'll be wearing makeup, too. Third, you will have to wear a CB3000 Chastity device whenever you are not here – Alex and I will be the keyholders. You'll be given a key in a sealed envelope I will have signed so you can get it off if necessary for a medical emergency." "Fourth, when you are on assignment, you will have to travel on public transportation coming and going in clothing we have ordered you to wear with only very limited cash. You'll be photographed when you arrive and the photo will sent to me on my I-phone so I know you complied. You are going to be petticoated and wearing girly wigs, hats, high heels shoes and maid costumes as part of this from time to time. Get ready to learn to curtsey." "Fifth, you are going to be photographed and put on the internet in various ways including a full frontal posting on the International Slave Registry. Sixth, your tattoos will be more extensive than you suggested. I'm picking them. And your ears will be pierced so you can wear earrings." "Seventh, I am going to make you skinny for cross dressing purposes, so you will only be allowed to eat what I direct at all times, and you'll have to record and report everything you eat. In part to enforce this, I'll visit your place on a surprise basis to make sure there is no extra food there, and I'm going to control your access to money so you can't be buying extra food. You'll only be allowed 1000 calories a day at the start until I get you skinny enough to please me, and you will only have money I let you have. You're going to give me a set of keys to your house and to your car. I'm not going to steal from you, but I will be in control" "I've arranged for Mistress Alex to come here Wednesday afternoon so we can interview you and decide if we are going ahead. Do you accept the conditions I've stated and will you appear Wednesday for the interview?" The slave's head was spinning. He really wanted this, but the Goddess was taking it further than he anticipated. However, he had asked for this. He basically trusted Veronica, and he knew if this didn't happen with her, it wasn't happening. Could he give up control, and go where she took him? After a few minutes, he said, "Goddess, your slave will be glad to serve you on any terms you wish, so your slave accepts". "Good. I've marked up your draft contract. The Deed looks OK. Before you come back on Wednesday, you are to make the changes in the Contract and send it to me in an email. Got it, cuntface?" "Yes, Goddess". "OK, I'm going to give you a nice beating now. You are an uppity and snooty bitch with a lot of nerve to assume I might own you on your terms. I'm going to use this cane to give you 25 welts on each ass cheek and I'm going to beat your balls, and then take a picture of you and send it to Mistress Alex. Crawl over here and assume your kowtow position". "Yes, Goddess." Slave j crawled over in front of Veronica and put his nose on the floor and his ass in the air. She untied the cord around the base of his ball sack up to his collar. She stood over him with his head between her feet and pulled his balls up behind him by the cord with her left hand. She then took the cane in her right hand and began to hit his balls. He groaned and cried out with each blow, and he counted as well. "One Goddess, two Goddess..." he gasped as the pain shot into his testicles. When she got to 25, she let the cord drop and stepped behind him. She used a heavier cane, and slowly laid hard stokes onto his ass cheeks as he continued to count to 25 on each side. "See, I'm taking my time, slutmouth, because I want to get a nice welt with each stroke. Aren't you lucky I waste my time on a useless piece of shit like you?" "Yes, Goddess, thank you for using your slave." "When I'm done with you, you'll be fully trained and will properly know how to submit to superior women," she said as the beating continued. She stepped back and admired the bright red welts, some slightly bloody, that covered his ass. She picked up a dildo, and had him open his mouth and placed it into his mouth. "Now turn so I can get your face and your stripey ass in this picture." She picked up her I-phone and snapped a couple of pictures. You could see his face with the dildo sticking out of his mouth, and the red welts on his ass. You could also see the base of the plug still in his sluthole, and the humbler around his balls. She was sure Alex would laugh when she saw it. She took the dildo out of his mouth. "That'll do," she said. "Now, I'm going to have you get dressed and get the fuck out of here. Today is Monday. You be back here at 1:30 PM on Wednesday. Before you come make the changes I require in the slave contract and send them to me by email tomorrow. Get extra keys made to your house and to your car and bring them with you. Give yourself an enema before you come. Bring two nice bottles of wine with you for me and Mistress Alex. Mistress Alex and I are going to look over the contract and question you about it and see how sincere you are. If we are satisfied, we'll get things scheduled for the signing of the papers and the beginning of your ownership by me. Got it?" "Yes Goddess, thank you Goddess," he replied, although he was terrified. She walked over to him, and unscrewed the humbler and removed it. She also untied the cord around his balls and pulled the plug out his ass, and put it into his mouth. She unlocked and removed his collar. "Now get in the bathroom, wash off the butt plug, and get dressed." He crawled off with the shit tasting plug in his mouth. He put it in the toilet and washed it there and put it on the top of the toilet tank. He put on his slave shirt, shorts and flip flops and crawled back out to the door. She came over, and said, "Now kiss my feet and get the fuck out of here." He kissed each of her shoes three times, and thanked her for letting him serve her. She said nothing at first, but opened the door – and then said "1:30 Wednesday – don't be late, and be ready to submit. Now go." He crawled out on the porch and she closed the door behind him. He could hear the lock snap shut behind him. To be continued ..........