0 comments/ 25039 views/ 6 favorites The New Life By: jslaveofqueenh From my earlier story "Transition": j crawled up the steps behind Goddess Veronica. She stepped through the door and j followed on his hands and knees. She turned and as the door closed and the lock clicked, a passerby could have heard her say, "Get those clothes off, crawl back to the dungeon and get on the table face down with your feet hanging off the table......" To be continued... The New Life It was six months later. Goddess Veronica was very pleased with how things had gone since she and Mistress Alex had taken ownership of slave j. Things had settled into a nice routine. Slave j was usually working, being played with and slaving 5 or 6 days a week. He would be at Veronica's 2 or 3 days a week. He spent 1 day most weeks providing service at Mistress Alex's dungeon, and cleaning and serving at Alex and Gretchen's apartment. He was given to Veronica's neighbor Connie one day a week or so. Connie had taken to domming like a duck to water, and had started to do some selected sessions at Alex's if Alex invited her. She found she loved beating submissive men's cocks and balls at Alex's place. Veronica and the other women were taking ever increasing control over j and breaking down his inhibitions. It was a kind of Stockholm syndrome, in which hostages or prisoners begin to identify with and become attached to their captors. Veronica was his sole source of food, and he was staying over her place more and more. She had discussed it with the women, and they understood they had to play some one person 'good cop, bad cop' with j to break him down psychologically and make him totally dependent on them over time. So he would be treated badly and severely by each of them at some times, and other times for no good reason would be treated nicely. They talked among themselves regularly and compared notes about j. Veronica believed she would have j completely broken and fully owned like a well trained pet by the time she had him for about a year. He was now well marked and broken in. His diet had been restricted and he had dropped 30 pounds in the 6 months, and now was a trim and taut 160 pounds on a 6'1" frame. His diet was restricted to a cup or so of oat cereal like Cheerios in the morning, with some skim milk and one slice of rye bread with water and often urine form the Goddess. For noon, he ate a can of soup and another slice of rye bread. Late afternoon or around dinner time he was fed or ate something like a can of beef stew, with a small can of green vegetables and a green salad. His meals were generally served cold, and he ate them without using his hands from big dog bowls on the floor. Around 9 or 10PM, he was given a 100 calorie container of diet flavored yogurt and another slice of rye bread before bed. He was allowed to keep raw carrots and celery handy at his home, and could eat as much of that as he wanted. At home, he was only allowed to drink water – no beverages with calories were allowed. He generally had to take all his drinks directly out toilets, leaning in and shlurping up the water like an animal lapping from a bowl. It made him extra careful in cleaning the toilets. He also took a multivitamin each day, 2 fish oil capsules, and a low dosage aspirin. His calories were limited to about 1300 a day to keep his weight down. He was weighed twice daily in the nude and if he gained a pound, he was forced to fast and take a 5 mile fast hike in 55 minutes until he dropped below 160. He would be driven to a point 5 miles from Veronica's house or his, and would be given 55 minutes to walk back carrying by their handles 2 bleach bottles filled with water. The bottles were attached through their neck rings to his wrists by hand cuffs. Since he was being punished for weight gain, the walk back was in his bare feet, wearing only shorts, a tee shirt and his collar and CB3000. If it was going to rain that day, Veronica would make the walk be done in the rain, so he would be further humbled. It had only been necessary done twice in the six months once his weight was down. Until he gotten down to 160, it had been done weekly. This regime would continue until she thought he had reached the right weight. Veronica thought she was going to cut him down even further. She though he would look even better in femme clothes at about 145 pounds, but hadn't started that yet. He had gotten used to being hungry most of the time, and she was going to decrease his rations to get him so thin he could look good in feminine clothes. His ear lobes had been pierced, and he often was directed to wear chandelier earrings in public. They looked especially noticeable since he had been kept completely hairless since the contract was signed. He was required to shave his face and head daily by hand. Nair was used on his body about once every 2 weeks, and Veronica still shaved his head by hand once a week when she saw him just because she could as his owner. During the summer, he had been tanned completely naked, so he was tan all over. As the days were growing short, tanning products would be used to keep his tan intact. He spent most of his time naked except for his collar. The big exception was at The Inkwell, where Chaney kept two French Maid outfits, one red and one white, which he had to wear when he was there. When he was there, he wore either a red or blonde short and sassy wig, and had color coordinated, ankle strap, high heels for his work. He would be wearing heavy make up, including blue or green eyeliner and bright red lipstick, false eyelashes and heavy mascara. His eyebrows were also shaved, so he had been taught to draw eyebrows onto his face with makeup pencils. They looked really slutty. Since he had been taught how to apply makeup, and travelled on busses and subways looking like a skinhead whore, people on the bus would look at him and smirk or laugh. They usually thought he was a gay sissy boy. On days he worked at The Inkwell or Alex's, he would report to Veronica's in the morning, and would be sent off on busses to get there, carrying only his driver's license and transit pass and debit card and a couple of little business cards. They kept 2 other French maid Outfits at Alex's place, one white and one black. He wore a blue wig with the white one, and a platinum blonde wig with the black costume. He had not touched any cash in six months. As he travelled, he would have on his collar, a 'slave' tee shirt, a CB3000, shorts, and flip flops and his makeup and chandelier earrings. He had gotten used to the stares of other passengers at his bizarre whorish appearance, and ignored them. If other female passengers insisted on asking him what he was doing, he was required to politely give them one of the little cards. It said he was Goddess Veronica's property and slave, and that if the lady wanted it, he would kneel and kiss her shoes. It also gave a phone number and said if a woman given the card wanted to be served by the slave, call the number to speak with Veronica. He had given out 3 cards, but none of the women he gave them to had ever called. Chaney Skillington, the tattoo artist who had marked j up on the day he signed his slave contract, found she like having j serve as a cleaning and house boy at The Inkwell. At work in his French maid outfits at The Inkwell or Alex's dungeon, he was naked under his short little skirt, but sometimes wore his CB3000 while at work. When a woman customer would come in at The Inkwell, he would have to greet her, offer water or coffee, and kneel. Chaney would then tell the customer that if she wanted it, j would kiss the customer's feet. They all laughed, and most usually agreed. After that was done, he would be put on his knees, ass in the air. His skirt would be flipped up and Chaney or Skeeter would give him 25 cane strokes, and the customer would be allowed to do so also. The women all found it pretty amusing. He was also required to be available to give a blow job with a rubber to the male tattoo artists if they wanted it. Most of them had him blow them on days he was there. At the dungeon, he would clean, do laundry and wait on the dommes, and be sent out to run errands such as picking up food. He would also be used to give blindfolded blow jobs with a rubber to the sub clients at Alex's if they wanted to be finished that way. Many did – he had sucked a lot of cock in the six months. Two more tattoos had been added to j at Chaney's suggestion. A four inch Chinese symbol for concubine slave had been tattooed on his lower back above his 'slave' tramp stamp so it would show above shorts if he was shirtless. And the words 'Slut' and 'Hole' had been tattooed in a circle around his asshole, so when he knelt with his ass in the air, the label around his sluthole could be read from behind him. All his tattoos had healed and settled in nicely and the women liked seeing him marked so clearly as a slave. They especially liked how his cock read 'slave' hanging down when he was out of the CB3000, and they loved seeing the 'woman' symbol on his cock head. All of his women owners and users had keys to his home, and they were free to stop in and inspect any time they wanted. They sometimes would pop in when he wasn't there and check to make sure he had no contraband food or other items. Chaney, Alex and Connie also had keys to his collar and CB3000, so they could set him up anyway they liked. They wanted to restrict his activities when not working or at one of their places, so they had removed all his TVs from his house, as well as all of his computer and smart phone stuff. They had kept some of it, and given some away to their friends. He was completely cut off from on line worlds, and had a very basic landline in his house with a very basic and old fashioned answering machine. He hard largely disappeared from his old circles, so no one ever called. Other than the land line, he only had the very simple cell phone Veronica had given to him, and he was only allowed to use it to communicate with the 4 women. Veronica cleverly understood that by making his home lonely and boring, he would welcome being in the presence of the women and staying at Veronica's overnight. He had spent this day at Mistress Alex's dungeon cleaning and serving the dommes there. He was going to be kept overnight at Veronica's after returning from there on the bus. Upon returning, he prepared her dinner and served it to her. While she watched TV and texted and surfed the net, he washed up the dishes and cleaned the kitchen sink. He was then weighed, passing with an OK weight, and was fed from bowls on the kitchen floor from his knees without using his hands. The stew and veggies were mixed together, and the salad was in the second bowl. A third bowl of toilet water was on the floor as well. Veronica also had him drink her piss she had saved during the day. One of her rules was that while he was in her direct custody, he was her piss filter, and was required to drink all of her urine. She would collect it in a bowl or bottle, and he would have to drink it all down. She referred to it as her champagne, and he was always expected to thank her for letting him partake of it as he drank it down. He had gotten used to the taste and variations in acidity and bitterness, and actually enjoyed it, since the only other thing he ever drank was tasteless water. The flavor was a welcome change. After he had been fed, and cleaned his dishes, he had been blindfolded and had given Goddess Veronica a back rub and neck to ankle massage. He was never allowed to see her or any of the other women naked – whenever they had clothes off, he was blindfolded. Seeing their beauty was not a privilege Veronica allowed to her slave and property. After the massage was done to her satisfaction, she lay on her belly on the bed with her legs spread and had him kneel, still blindfolded, behind her between her legs. He was ordered to tongue and worship her asshole. He was required to keep going for about a half hour without stopping, while she came repeatedly. She loved feeling nose work in her crack while his tongue flicked on her anus, and wetly slipped into and out of her rosebud. She then got up and put on her strap on Feeldoe type dildo. It had a vibrator in it, and one end fit into her pussy and stimulated her clit and cunt. The business end was about 8 inches long and it was jet black. She had him kneel face down on the floor with his ass in the air. She lubed up his sluthole and pushed the dildo into it. He was so well trained, he took it easily. She knelt on a pillow and settled into a smooth rhythm, thrusting her black plastic cock in and out of his hole, while the vibrator and the back end in her cunt gave her enormous pleasure. He moaned regularly, as he had grown to love the pleasure of having his sluthole fucked, and praised her and thanked her for fucking her slutty slave's hole. After about 10 minutes, she accelerated her thrusts and built to a shuddering orgasm as she sucked in air and gasped she loved to fuck her slave, and he thanked her for fucking him. After she came, she left him on the floor and climbed up on the bed to rest. After about 15 minutes, she put her feet hanging off the bed, and told him to massage and worship them. He knelt up, still on the floor and did so, taking his time. He massaged each foot, licking the sole and rubbing his mouth on it. He took her toes into his mouth one by one, and sucked them like little cocks and licked down between each toe. She found the sensation heavenly, and was pleased with how well he had been trained. He also loved giving oral service of all kinds, and considered himself lucky to be able to kiss and lick the feet of the women he served. It was as sensuous for him as it was for them. After a half hour of foot worship, she decided to put him to bed for the night. She had gotten dressed, and his blindfold mask was removed. An enema bag was prepared and he was filled with warm soapy water. He was led out onto the back patio by the drain and was made to squat over the drain pipe and pee through his CB3000, and blow out his enema into the drain. The garden hose was used to rinse him down, and wash his waste down the drain. He was led back inside and taken to the guest bathroom, where he took a long drink from the toilet bowl. He was fed his yogurt and bread snack. He knelt in front of her with his hands at his side. She hand fed him the bread, stroking and massaging his bald skull as he opened his mouth like a bird to be fed bits of bread. She used a spoon to feed him the yogurt. She talked to him gently and told him how pleased she was at his progress. She leaned forward and licked, kissed and caressed his ears, whispering he was a good slave, and that if he continued progress, someday he might see her naked and be allowed to lick her pussy. He shuddered with pleasure, and his cock throbbed and strained against the CB3000. He was then taken downstairs to the basement. A heavy chain about 10 feet long was padlocked around one of the poles holding up the ceiling. It was also placed around his neck, and was padlocked so it could not be removed. Two large dog bed pads were on the floor as well as a blanket and pillow. A key to unlock the neck chain was in a sealed envelope taped to the pole. This would let him get it off if there was an emergency such as a fire. Otherwise, he had to stay in the basement until he was released. A pair of shorts was at the foot of the steps in case he had to exit. He was naked except for the collar, neck chain and CB3000. There was a plastic bottle with a screw on top along side the bedding in case he had to pee during the night. There was also a similar bottle with toilet water in it in case he needed a drink. Near the stairs was an IPod with speakers. She would turn it on when she left, so it would play classical music for about 3 hours and make it impossible for him to understand anything he heard from upstairs if Goddess Veronica had visitors or talked on the phone upstairs. It was pretty sound proof down there. But she still wanted him to have the background noise playing to be sure he could not eaves drop. There was also a small digital alarm clock on the table with the IPod. It faced the wall so j could not see the time. Veronica would change the alarm setting on it when she left, so j would not know when he would be awakened. She wanted him to be totally without any reference to time or anything else. Once she had awakened him at 2:30 AM, and made him go upstairs and go outside and walk naked around the block two times with his hands cuffed behind his back and a ball gag in his mouth before he was put back to bed. She was really enjoying getting complete control over his mind and breaking down his inhibitions. The alarm would be set so it would go off about 10 minutes before Veronica came down to release him so he could start his work for the day. He could not reach it to turn off the alarm, so it would buzz loudly and continuously until she came for him She ordered him to kneel face down with his ass in the air. "Time for your nighttime beating, pissface." "Yes, Goddess, thank you Goddess". He knelt with his face and forehead on the floor and his ass raised and facing her, legs and knees apart . She walked over to a table and picked up a wooden paddle, a leather belt, and a cane. She reached down and pulled his balls in the CB3000 up behind him and played with them. "I think I'll do 25 strokes of each on each cheek tonight. You will sleep well with a red ass." "Yes, Goddess, thank you, Goddess." "Count, slave," she ordered, and she began with the loud smacks of the paddle. His ass almost immediately reddened as she worked both cheeks in sets of 5 strokes. She then switched to the heavy 2 inch wide leather belt and continued, as he kept up the count. His ass was bright red, and the marks from earlier beatings stood out. His ass was always welted, somewhat obscuring his ass tattoos. Finally, she swished the cane around and asked "Are you ready for the big finish, ass licker?" He replied "Yes, Goddess." She then laid into him with the cane, noticing the welts come up with great satisfaction as he counted off the strokes. When she got to 25 on each cheek, she stopped, breathing heavily from her efforts. He thanked her again. She ordered him to lie down and go to sleep. She put the canes and other toys back on the table, turned on the IPod and set the alarm facing the wall. She put a piece of duct tape over its face so there would be no light from the digital numbers on its face, and put a small cloth over the IPod so it would not emit any light, either. She then silently climbed the steps. When she reached the top, she silently switched off the lights in the basement, went out and closed the door behind her, leaving him in total darkness. He lay down on the pillow on his side and listened to the music. He put one hand behind him and massaged his hot aching ass, running his finger tip along the welts and fingering his own asshole. He put the other hand between his legs and played with the CB3000 as he stiffened inside it, but did not cum. He slowly drifted off to sleep, a deep dreamless sleep in sub space. Once during the night, he woke up and remembered the chain around his neck. He had no idea what time it was. He was in total visual and sound sensory deprivation. He might as well have been at the bottom of a mine shaft it was so dark. He could hear nothing, and the basement was as silent as a grave. In effect, Goddess Veronica had buried her slave alive. He rolled onto his back, and played with his nipples as he drifted back to sleep, his stiff dick aching in side the CB3000, while he dreamt of being allowed to lick the Goddess's asshole. He was startled awake by the alarm. It took a second to get his bearings in the dark. He remembered where he was and what he was. He rubbed his face and eyes to get the sleep out. As he was required, he stacked the two dog bed pads, folded the blanket neatly on top if them, and set the pillow on top in the pitch black dark. He stood up the 2 bottles. He had not peed or drunk water over night, so one was full and one was empty. The New Life After a few minutes, he heard the door to the basement open, and saw some light appear down the stairs. He knelt facing the stairs, and bent over with his face on the floor and his ass in the air to greet the Goddess. She flipped on the lights from the top of the stairs and slowly walked down them. She silently walked over to him, and gently kicked his head with her right shoe. Today was going to be a typical day for him. He said "Good morning Goddess. Your slave hopes you slept well. He is ready to submit to you and serve you. May he kiss your feet to greet you?" "Yes, slave, you may greet me." As he leaned forward and kissed each slipper three times and licked the top of the toe, he said, "Thank you for allowing your slave to serve you, your worship. How may your slave please you?" "You are going to make breakfast for me, and get started on your chores. Did you drink your water last night?" "No, Goddess." "All right, kneel up. I have some champagne for you. Drink it down and then drink your water." She handed him a bottle full of her still warm pee. He unscrewed the top, and held it with 2 hands, and drank it slowly. She had eaten asparagus last night, so it had a strong odor and taste that he relished. When he finished, he put the bottle down and picked up the water bottle and drank it as well. He then put his face back on the floor in his default position. She picked up the wooden paddle and walked behind him. She told him she was going to warm him up, for which he thanked her. She ordered him to count, and he did so as she put 30 strokes on each ass cheek, in five sets of 6 each. His ass was bright red, hot to the touch, and the welts from yesterday were even brighter red, with bruises along their edges. She put down the paddle and picked up a thin dildo with a handle and slid it into his sluthole. She pumped it in and out of him as he counted to 30. "Ah, yes, I do like starting you off in the morning with a submissive ass." "Yes, Goddess, thank you Goddess," he replied. She reached down and unlocked the chain around his neck. They climbed the steps. He looked at her beautiful rounded posterior and lusted after the chance to worship it later. When they go to the top, she said, "Oh, and I need my newspaper. Fetch." He hated this. It meant he had to go naked out the back door, down the porch and crawl up the driveway on the side where Connie's house was. He would then crouch at the front corner of the house hiding his nakedness until he could get to the newspaper at the sidewalk with out being seen. He was always worried he would be caught by a passing cop car or a little girl who would run screaming to her parents. When he thought the coast was clear, he would run out and pick up the newspaper, hold it in his mouth like a dog and sprint back around the house to the back porch and bring it in. Connie knew about this little game, so if she was up, she would sometimes keep an eye out for him, and if she caught him, she would make him kneel in the driveway between the houses and would beat his ass with a stiff broom and scold him as a bad dog. She would make him put his face in the gravel and reach his hands between his legs and push his balls back between his legs so they would be hit while she swatted his ass with the broom and yelled at him. She would order him to drop the paper and bark like a dog as a way of counting while she beat him and laughed. When she was done, he would be sent the rest of the way back to Goddess Veronica's house with the paper in his mouth. When this happened, Veronica would know about it because of the gravel marks on his face and his red ass and the time he was delayed. She would then also punish him as a 'Bad Dog' with a paddle and cane and for being seen – even though Connie had set him up. But today went OK – he was able to get the paper without incident and bring it to his owner, crawling across the kitchen floor, dropping it at her feet, and then unfolding it and placing it on the table. She said "Good dog. Before you start cooking, I'll plug your mouth." Veronica kept a mouth dildo plug with a locking strap to use when he was working with food in the kitchen. She did not want him to be able to sneak a bite of food while in the kitchen. The plug sealed his mouth so nothing could be put into it. It had a small ball and a 3 inch dildo that fit inside his mouth behind his teeth, and a 2 ½ inch by 4 inch rubber rectangle that covered his lips on the outside. A belt pulled it tight behind his head and it could be locked with a little padlock. The other women who were keyholders also had the same mouth plug and used it the same way. Except for the food allowed by Goddess Veronica, j had not eaten anything else in six months. Strict calorie control was the key to his weight loss. She also liked to tease him by having him kneel alongside the table while she ate. He would be blindfolded and have his mouth plug in. She would wave or hold food under his nose so he could smell it while not being given any, while she talked about how delicious it was. It was just another exquisite controlling cruelty that pleased her immensely. "OK, I want 2 eggs over medium. Don't break the yolks or I will break your balls. I want crispy bacon, whole wheat buttered toast, coffee, orange juice and a fruit cup. You should pour out your cereal into the dog bowl with some milk, and make your toast. Break it into small pieces, and put your food on a newspaper on the kitchen floor with the cereal dog bowl by the garbage container. There is a bottle of my champagne in the fridge and pour it into a bowl on the floor as well." She pushed the plug into his mouth, tightened the strap behind his head and locked it. "Get to work," she ordered. "I'm going into the living room to read the paper. Bring me my coffee when its ready, and let me know when breakfast is ready." She got up, picked up the newspaper and went into the living room, took a seat, and turned on the morning talk shows. j came in 10 minutes later with coffee and cream on a tray and knelt before her with it. She took it and put it on the end table and told him to get back to work. In another 10 minutes, he crawled in and knelt before her head down. Since he could not speak with the gag in his mouth, she knew that meant breakfast was ready. She got up and walked to the kitchen and sat down. He followed with her coffee cup which he refilled and put on the table. "Heel," she ordered, and he knelt along side her. She unlocked the gag and pulled it out of his mouth and threw it on the floor near his bowls. "Get over there and eat your breakfast," she commanded. "Yes, Goddess, thank you Goddess." He crawled over and knelt over the bowls, putting his face in and eating the cereal, and toast from off the floor doggie style, without using his hands. He also slurped the water and Goddess's champagne from the bowls. "Breakfast was good. Well done, slave," she said when she was done. "Get started on your chores," she commanded. The face plug was reinserted in his mouth and locked in place. For the rest of the morning and through lunch, he did his usual duties. He cleaned all the dishes, served lunch, made the bed, cleaned the bathrooms and kitchen, dusted the furniture and vacuumed the rugs. He also cleaned the 2 dungeon rooms. He wore his collar and CB3000 and nothing else, and except for when he was fed lunch, kept his mouth plug locked in place. In the early afternoon, the mouth plug was removed, and she had him chauffer her in his car to the supermarket for grocery shopping. He was in shorts, a tee shirt and flip flops, heavy make up and chandelier earrings. He was led to the carts in the parking lot on a chain dog leash, which was secured to the cart. His wrists were also clipped to the cart, and he walked silently behind the Goddess as she shopped and put her purchases in the cart. They attracted some stares and smirks, but no one said anything to them. Most people were just oblivious to them. After they returned to her home, he served her a snack, while they awaited the arrival of the other women. When they were all there around five o'clock, he was stripped of everything and was taken to one of the dungeon rooms. He was about to be infused. There was a medical stand pole along side the table with three bags of sterile saline hanging from it. He was ordered to climb up on the table on his back, pull up his knees and spread his feet and legs. A pillow was put under his head for comfort. Alex had seen and done infusions before, but this was new for Connie and Gretchen. "Ladies, as we discussed, I'm going to do an infusion for your amusement tonight. I'm going to pierce into his scrotum with the needle on the line from the saline bag and open it up and let the saline flow by gravity down into his ball sac. The skin is very stretchy, and I want to get him really big – more than a soft ball size, closer to a soccer ball. To help it swell as much as possible, we're all going to rub his balls and stretch the skin before I start. When the first bag has all flowed in, I'll switch to the second and third bags. It'll take about 45 minutes to fill him." "Does it hurt him?" Connie asked. "No, not at all. He'll feel some pressure, but there is no pain. He'll be walking funny for a couple of days, almost like he has a big boob implant hanging between his legs. His body will absorb the Saline over a couple of days, and some may leak out where the needle went in, but I'll but a bandaid on it minimize the leaking. The most important thing is that I have to use sterile saline and a sterile needle, so there is no infection. Oh, and some of the saline will leak into his cock, so it will get thick and stiff. It can be pretty funny, but he can't wear his CB3000 for a while." Connie and Gretchen said they were impressed and could not wait to see it. Veronica then grasped j's scrotum and pinched its skin between her thumb and forefinger on each hand, and slowly stretched the skin out. She pulled it every way she could, down, up and to the side. She then invited each of the women in turn to repeat it. They enjoyed stretching his ball skin, as he lay there silently, offering no resistance. It made them feel in powerful control. Veronica also had another hidden motivation. She had discussed with the other women that she wanted to give j a fake pussy. After he had been infused a couple of times, and his ball sac was well stretched, she intended to give him a pussy in a few weeks by pulling his cock down in front between his legs and using a couple of stitches to sew the head down between his balls and near his perineum. She would then stretch the ball skin around the front of the shaft and sew the two sides together, so the stitches ran down the front of his shaft with the ball skin on the outside and the cock hidden inside with its little pee hole at the bottom. When she had seen it done, it looked quite a bit like a hairless pussy. When she gave him his 'pussy', she intended to keep him that way for several days. During that time, she would have him heavily made up and wearing jewelry and wigs, walking in high heels. She would invite several of her best sub clients over to see him and be served by him, and he would have to blow them and let them fuck his sluthole. He would also be taken to Alex's dungeon, and the same would be done there. He would also be taken out in public in very colorful dresses and walked through the biggest area mall on a leash on stiletto high heels. She also was making arrangements to take him on a leash to a gay bar wearing the same kind of clothes. When they got there, he would be stripped until he was wearing only a wig, a collar, jewelry, high heels, stockings with a garter belt, and a bustier. He would then blow or be fucked by any of the 'boys' who wanted him. This was all was part of her plan to completely submerge him into being nothing but her possession and a willing feminized slave at all times and in all ways. She had discussed this with the other women. They had all agreed that what they were seeking was to turn j into a very submissive feminine 'wife' that would be totally dependent on them, would be owned by all of them with Veronica as the Goddess most high, and that j would eagerly provide any form of social or sexual service they wanted. So, Veronica prepared to start the flow. When she slipped the needle into his scrotum and turned on the saline, the other 3 women were going to be gathered around his head and shoulders along side the table. They would be giving him pleasure and positive feedback. They would be talking to him softly, telling him how pleased they were with his efforts. They would play with his nipples, and kiss and lightly chew on his ears and rub and cress his bald head. The idea was to give him positive feedback and keep him calm and controlled while his scrotum grew to huge proportions. Veronica pulled out his sac at the top near his cock, and gently forced the needle into the sac. She taped the feeder tube into place, and turned on the flow. While the other women distracted him around his head and ears, she softly rubbed his balls and pulled the skin out so it would fill more readily. He began to fill up pretty quickly. Meanwhile, Alex had picked up a slim hard salami about 1 ½ inches wide and about 10 inches long. It was the kind sliced up to eat with crackers and cheese. Veronica and Alex had been using it to tease j and train him to be a better cock sucker. While he wasn't allowed to consume any of the salami, he was made to lick it and suck it with lots of drool, and to kiss it while the women gave him feed back on his cocksucking techniques. He loved the flavor and was always eager to show his cocksucking skills on the salami when they used it. So while Connie and Gretchen continued to play with j's nipples and whisper in and kiss and lick his ears, Alex was slowly working the salami into and out of his mouth while he sucked it and licked it. And Veronica watched over the saline drip. The first bag had emptied and j's scrotum was somewhat distended. She hooked up the second bag, and turned it on, continuing to massage his sac while it filled. J was in heaven – his balls were being rubbed, he was being given nipple pleasure and Alex was sensuously playing with his mouth with the salami. He was very happy, but was unaware he was being trained to be a slutty feminine submissive who would leap to fulfill any wish of his owners. He floated along on a blissful cloud in subspace. Veronica switched to the third bag, and he felt the skin stretching and being tight, but it did not hurt – it was just a strange sensation. His ball sac was hard to the touch because of all the saline in it, and the skin was very shiny because of the stretching. Veronica picked up some skin cream and rubbed it on his sac to help the skin stretch even further. He was ecstatic – his balls were being massaged, while the other women were working on his head and mouth. Finally, the flow into his scrotum stopped – it was as full as it could get. Veronica picked up a ruler and measured it – it was 4 ½ inches in diameter – bigger than a softball - the biggest she had ever done. The ladies stepped back and popped some champagne open and toasted 'Big Balls on the Little Lady' and they all laughed. Veronica took a tape measure and measured around his balls – a little over 14 inches. The sac was heavy and the skin was tightly stretched, She later figured there was close to a quart of saline and regular body fluids in his sac. He was told to get off the table. He did so carefully and stood in front of them with his legs apart. They told him to walk around and laughed as he waddled trying to not squash his balls. His cock was very hard and throbbing above the big scrotum. He had not been allowed to cum in a week and a half, so Veronica had him get up on the table on his knees with his legs apart. A small plate was placed below him. The women took turns standing behind him and milking his cock downward like a cow's udders. After a few hand offs, he announce he was going to cum, and Connie was given the honor of finishing him. He groaned and grunted as she milked his jizz onto the plate. It was then placed in front of his face, and he bent forward. Veronica ordered him to rub his nose in it, and then lick it all up and swallow it. He did so while she stood behind him and finger fucked his asshole and rubbed his balls. She then invited each of the women to come behind him and play with and feel his balls. They all laughed at how heavy and tight they were. Veronica than invited them all to pick up a cane or strap. His feet were hanging off the edge of the table, and Veronica told each of the women to give him 25 strokes on each ass cheek and on the sole of each foot. They all laid into it with vigor – no more pleasure massage for j now. They made him stand up, pull his balls up in front of him, and close his thighs together. The scrotum protruded out grotesquely in front of him, with his cock, still red from cumming, sitting on top of it. He was told to put his hands behind his back, and they each took a strap and formed a semi-circle in front of him. Veronica told them to take turns from right to left, and each should give him 5 hard strokes on his cock head, and then let the next woman have her turn. He was to count and thank them after each set of 5. Each woman would give him 25 strokes, so he would take 100 blows on his cock head, right on the tattooed woman symbol. Veronica said she wanted the head to be completely black and blue when they were done. They began, and j squealed and cried out as he counted off each blow. He knew better than to pull back, so he put enormous effort into pushing his cock forward to take the next blow after each strike. The women turned it into a kind of contest, comparing how loud they could make his cries and grunts. The women thought Alex had one, so she got a prize – 50 hard cane strokes across his. Then they decided it was time to eat. j was re-collared and was ordered to put his mouth gag in and make them dinner. There 4 small filet steaks in the kitchen with a salad made up. He microwaved some rice with it while he grilled the steaks. He then served them, pouring wine for each of them while they sat around the dining room table attended by their naked gagged slave. After about an hour, Veronica's guest's all played a bit more with his swollen scrotum as they prepared to leave. When they were gone, he was alone with Veronica. She let him make his own dinner and the mouth plug was removed so he could eat it from the bowls on the floor. Veronica returned from her bathroom with a fresh bottle of her 'champagne', and he drank it down. He was then taken out to the patio pad drain, and was allowed to piss down the drain. They went back inside, and he was ordered down to the basement. When they got there, Veronica said "I can't put your CB3000 with your balls like that, so I'm going to cuff your hands to your collar so you can't play with your meat. Don't you dare cum – I'll be checking in the morning." "Yes, Goddess, thank you Goddess." After attaching his wrists to his collar, she put him on the dog beds and told him to lie down with his head on the pillow. She put the chain around the pole around his neck and padlocked it again. She draped the blanket over him. "You were a good slave today, asslicker. It was fun beginning to get your balls stretched. I'm going to have even more fun tomorrow. Now lie there and get to sleep. I'll see you in the morning." "Yes, Goddess. Thank you and good night, Goddesss." She walked to the table and reset the alarm and blocked its face. She turned on the IPod, and walked up the steps. At the top she turned off the lights and closed the door behind her without a word, leaving him in the pitch black dark. He slowly drifted off to sleep, and tonight he dreamed of pleasing his owners. The pleasure the women had given him while he was being infused bound him even more closely to them, and his dreams were filled with impressions of being allowed to worship their pussies as a lover. He was such a foolish boy. The New Life His new life had already changed him more than he knew, and he had no idea how far Goddess Veronica would take him over the next year. [To be continued in about June 2013]. The New Life Begins After we showered and dressed, we ordered breakfast from room service. We were both starved for food, after totally satisfying each other with our lovemaking all night long. As we ate, we planned our day, continuing to touch each other and wishing we could spend our time together in bed. As we entered the elevator and rode down toward the lobby, you gave me a wicked little grin. "I'm harder than I was last night." I reached over and checked...then smiled. Your cock was bulging in your dress pants. "It's a good thing that baggy pants are in style," I teased, giving you more than a longing glance. "I wish I had time to take care of that." "We have time," you smiled, reaching over and pushing the button for the next floor. When the elevator stopped, you took my hand and pulled me down the hallway to a deserted stairwell. You opened the door and pulled me against you as you stood in the corner. "No one will bother us here." You unzipped your pants and I knealt before you...licking my lips in anticipation! Oh how huge and beautiful your cock was... I had it buried deep within my throat before you could say another word. I sucked and licked you, grasping your shaft between my hands, tasting the hot salty moisture that had been dribbling from the head of your cock. I fondled and licked your balls, they seemed to grow as my fingers caressed them. "Mmmmm..." I moaned as you began to move in rhythm to my own rhythmic motion. Your hands were grasping my head and you began to moan as well. You were quickly cumming...and your hot juices overflowed from my mouth. "Oh my god..." your voice echoed down the stairwell, "Oh god, Summer...fuck me. Oh, my god." Your hot cum filled me up. You tasted like no man ever had for me....so creamy and spicy. I swallowed as much of you as I could, and when I looked up at you, you obligingly held out a handkerchief and wiped my lips, smearing it with your cum and what was left of my lipstick. You leaned back against the corner wall, a satisfied grin plastered on your face. I sat down on the top step and tried to repair my make-up, which was now smeared across my face. It was such a bizarre situation that we both began to laugh. "How did we ever live without each other?" you asked, joining me on the step, casually putting your arm around me and giving me a gentle squeeze. "We weren't living," I replied. "Just existing. This is REAL life. I hope we can always be this crazy, I feel so alive with you." "Me, too." you answered, giving me a little kiss. "OK, this time we HAVE to go meet our new landlord and get our apartment lined-up. Ready?" I nodded, and we walked down the last two flights of stairs to the lobby. As I stole a glance at your pants, I could see that your bulge was back again... What a delicious man!