Date: Sun, 11 Aug 1996 04:51:21 UTC
Subject: Male toilet slave begs for aggressive Femdom trainer (Ad/Story --
Don't read if easily offended )


     My Training . . .


     Her instructions had been quite explicit, to exit the bus and walk
down Fortuna street to the Shell station that was in view two blocks
away. In the alley behind the station I found five cars parked in the
shadows where she had directed me to go. I hesitantly pulled out the
key she had sent to me. As she had commanded, I began trying it in
the trunk locks of the cars, it opened the trunk of the fourth car I
tried it on. The car had no plates on it. She had notified me to find
the car the key went to, open the trunk, get in and close it behind
me, leaving the key in the lock. My heart raced as I stood there
looking around, but nobody was in sight. I knew that my life would
never be the same if I did what she had commanded, but I was
unable to defy her. So I sat down in the trunk, covered my face with
the painted over divers mask I found lying there as she had ordered,
laid down inside and slowly pulled the lid shut. As the lock clicked
tight I panicked, and wanted to scream out, but I was so terrified
that I couldn't utter a sound. I laid there affright over what I had
done. It seemed like an hour I was so scared, but shortly thereafter I
heard the click of a woman's high heels approaching, the key being
pulled from the lock, then the sound of license plates being placed
on the vehicle. Finally, I heard the drivers door open and close. The
engine roared to life, and the auto began to move through the alley
as I heard a woman's voice state unsympathetically "We're glad you
came slave." For about two hours we traveled along freeways and
winding roads until we arrived at our destination. When the vehicle
stopped, except for the sound of crickets, there was complete
silence. The door opened, then I heard the woman ask, "Do you
have the mask on?" "Yes," I replied. She then told me to lie facing
the back seat, and to put my hands behind my back which I did. The
trunk lid opened and a pair of handcuffs were placed on my wrists,
securing them behind my back. Then she and two other women
pulled me from the trunk and stood me on my feet. The two women
proceeded to lead me away through the cool night air by the arms,
and shortly before we entered a house I heard the automobile's
engine start, then the sound of it driving away.

     Once in the house, I was led down a long flight of concrete steps
to a basement deep below the house. My wrists were then freed
from the handcuffs, and I was told to remove the mask. I found
myself in a very large, windowless, dank basement. It was dark
except for a candle burning in the corner where I had been brought.
Before I could familiarize myself with the new surroundings, I was
told to remove my clothes. It was quite humiliating to see that the
"women" who were attending to me were in fact young girls, about
twenty years of age. As I was removing my clothes, I noticed that
near my feet a two-foot length of heavy chain extended from the
floor, the remainder of it having been encased in the solid concrete
floor. Then out of the darkness appeared a tall, very muscular,
well-built woman in thigh boots. She held a ring-like metal
contraption in one hand, a long leather whip and a long, fat strap-on
dildo in the other. The sight of this whipmistress terrified me, I could
not suppress my trembling. She instructed me to step over to, and
straddle the chain on the floor, put my hands on the back of my
head, and to not move them for any reason. She ordered me to
lower my eyes to the floor, I did so immediately. One of the young
girls then stepped up to me, placed one palm on my chest to steady
me, tightly grasped my testicles with her other hand, then said "Don't
move your hands!" to me as she yanked downward on my balls
viciously. I let out a gasp and a loud whimpering groan as she
brought me to my knees unceremoniously. "Did that hurt?" she
asked, as the other girl moved around behind me. I was too scared
to answer, so I just knelt there sobbing. The two girls then began to
manipulate the device that the woman had handed to them. They
placed it about my neck, as I realized that it was a steel collar with
cuffs chained to it which they fastened firmly about my neck and
wrists. The wrist cuffs were each attached to the collar by a foot of
chain so that my hands were restricted to the vicinity of my face. I
was powerless to escape from the fetters. I once again bowed my
head and began to tremble in anticipation of the humiliation and
chagrin that was to come. "I want you to beg me to release you" the
taller of the young girls said to me. I stammered, unable to say
anything. "You have disobeyed me" she sneered. "Look at me!" she
directed, as she positioned herself in front of me. When I did look
up, she was wearing the dildo, tying her flowing hair back as the
other girl rubbed lubricant on the head and shaft of her perennial
erection. It was strapped firmly onto her vibrant, athletic body.

     I began to proffer pleadings, but was too scared to make any
sense. "You deserve discipline!" she decreed as she reached down
and fed one end of her heavy leather leash through the ring at the
front of my collar. She paired the ends together, doubling it up
lengthwise, then tugged on it, dragging me over to the "rape chair."
She pulled me up onto the metal frame, and securely tied the leash
off, out of my reach. I was forced into a wide-open position on the
frame, only able to grasp hold of the rung near my forehead as I
tried to relieve the pull of the collar on my neck. The girls then
pulled my knees up toward my chest and suspended me with heavy
straps under my thighs, designed to keep me off balance and
immobile. Finally they brought my ankles even further forward and
secured them with cuffs, leaving my feet suspended in mid-air.
Perched in this "doggie style" position, I was helplessly vulnerable.
"You are here until you learn to obey unerringly and without
hesitation" she specified. The other young girl then retrieved a gag
and fitted it to my head, pulling its straps so tight that my mouth was
completely sealed. "You will not be released until then" the girl
added. The next thing I knew a bridle was being attached to the ring
on the rear of the collar, then left lying across my back. I felt the 
girl
grab hold of my ass cheeks and pull them apart as the head of the
dildo touched my rear orifice. She then firmly grasped my hips in her
hands and thrust forward powerfully as she mounted me, driving her
stiff, fat, 10" long rubber cock up my virgin hole in one savage,
penetrating stroke. My eyes bulged, and I let out a muffled whimper
as I jerked helplessly about, in a futile attempt to escape her cruel
onslaught. She continued to unmercifully and energetically hammer
me, bringing her lithe pelvis in contact with my buttocks with almost
every thrust as she kept a taunt grip on the bridle from my collar. I
noticed that there were now nine women and girls standing about,
observing my predicament which entertained them.

     When the fifth woman had finished raping me for the pleasure
and entertainment of the other ladies, she removed me from the
frame and dragged me back to where I had been collared. There the
whipmistress grasped the open lock that hung through the last link
of the two feet of chain stretching from the floor. In one fell swoop
she laced it through the ring on the front of my collar and snapped it
shut. I was left lying on the floor blithering, whimpering, and
incoherent. I was sobbing in delusional agony at the dilemma I was
facing. Then a spreader bar was lowered from the ceiling, and the
whipmistress attached one end of the bar to one of the ankle cuffs.
She and another woman then forcibly spread my legs painfully wide
as the other ankle cuff was attached to the opposite end of the
lengthy spreader bar, leaving me face down, my feet suspended in
the air. The whipmistress then began to whip my buttocks freely. I
struggled against the lashes, but to no avail. I couldn't avoid them,
and I couldn't plead for mercy through the tight gag. I was
completely at her mercy, and there was none. She ordered me to
shut up and quit resisting, but I couldn't, so she just whipped me
harder and harder and harder until my ass was covered with stinging,
burning welts. I could no longer see because tears were flowing like
a river and my voice was nothing but muffled, whimpering garbles.
The whipping had ceased for about five minutes when one of the
other women came up and addressed the whipmistress, "May I
borrow your slave for a while, I need to teach him something." This
other woman then positioned me so that I was face up, back on the
floor, with my ankles hanging from the spreader bar. Then she
reached for an electrical shocker, applied it to my penis and pressed
the switch. My body convulsed with the agony of the powerful jolt. I
reached out frantically to stop her, but my hands could only move to
the middle of my chest. My head thrashed from side to side as I was
driven temporarily insane by this incredible torture, but there was
nothing I could do to thwart her entertainment. She looked down at
my protruding eyes and frantic face and smiled as she said, "Look he
enjoys this!" With that she held the head of my cock in the fingertips
of her free hand, then pushed and held the switch on again as she ran
the electrodes up and down the length of my penis. Then she
clutched the base of my penis between her thumb and forefinger and
held the switch on again as she ran the electrodes back and forth
across the head of my penis repeatedly as I thrashed about. When
she stopped, I was gasping, and writhing in pain from the
excruciating shocks. She lowered my feet to the floor, then
sarcastically stated "Don't go away, I'll be right back", as she
disappeared into the darkness. While she was gone, another woman
picked up the candle from the table and approached me with it. She
knelt down and grasped my penis with her free hand and inverted the
burning candlestick, causing it to flame up. The hot wax began to
rapidly drip from the enlarged flame. She held the tip of the dripping
candle over the head of my punished cock and rotated the candle in
her hand to make the flow of wax maximize. Once she had coated
the top of my cockhead, she bent my penis back and dripped the
searingly hot wax over my glans, enjoying the trauma she was
subjecting me to.

     A couple of minutes later the other woman reappeared with a
steel plate, baby bottle and a riding crop. She removed the gag from
my mouth, released my ankles from the spreader bar, then asked me,
"Would you like for me to massage your cock with that shocker
again?" "NO, NO, PLEASE!" I exclaimed, begging her not to use it
on me again. My voice warbling, tears profusely streaming from my
eyes. "Then you will need to learn to obey me" she said. "I never
disobeyed you Mistress!" I exclaimed. "You had better obey me
without question in the future" she said. "Yes ma'am" I concurred.
She handed the plate to me and said "I need to take a shit, and I
want all of it on this plate. Do you understand?" she asked. I
lowered my head and nodded obediently. The other women gathered
around to watch the spectacle. She turned around and hiked her
skirt, revealing her bare buttocks, then squatted right in front of me.
"Are you ready Toilet?" she asked. "YYY...Yes Mistress" I replied.
I held the plate beneath her, watching her anus open up as she let
out a sigh of relief and delivered a fat, 12 inch long, hard, chunky
slab of her warm "fudge" onto the plate I was holding. After a few
seconds she told me to put the plate down. Then she raised up a bit
and said, "Pull my cheeks apart and lick my asshole clean." I
struggled against my wrist restraints to gently separate her cheeks so
I could lick her butthole clean. Then I released her cheeks and
bowed my head as she stood up and dropped her skirt. She turned
around, then I felt the sharp sting of the crop against my left cheek
which made tears well up in my eyes immediately. I trembled as she
asked, "Don't you know how to show appreciation for being granted
the privilege of licking my asshole clean?". "YYY...Yes ma'am" I
stammered as I tried to keep from weeping openly. Then she used
the end of the crop under my chin to lift my head up until I was
looking her straight in the eyes as she asked, "Why didn't you suck
my asshole out instead of just licking my cheeks clean?" I knelt there
too scared to respond. She continued, "When you have the honor
and privilege of using your tongue as a woman's wipe you had better
learn to dive it deep into her and lick and suck her hole completely
clean before you kiss her cheeks clean." "Yes Mistress" I retorted,
afraid to say another word as the other women stood there giggling
to themselves. "Hold that plate in your hands" she ordered. I
struggled to lean over and pick it up without further hesitation, my
hands tethered only a foot from my chin. "NOW EAT IT!" she
exclaimed! I trembled at the thought. "OPEN YOUR MOUTH" she
ordered as she nudged my head forward with her crop, pushing my
agape lips right to the surface of her delicacy on the plate. "TAKE A
BIG BITE" she directed. My tongue slipped between it and the
plate, lifting it up and guiding it past my lips and into my mouth until
I possessed a mouthful and could take no more. Then I bit through
the chunky slab and closed my lips.  She then used the crop under
my chin to push my head back, and then around, so that I was
looking up at all the women there as she said, "Chew with your
mouth closed and don't stop until I tell you to!" I dutifully obeyed,
chewing her chunky present into a soft mush for what must have
been five minutes. Then she stood in front of me, playing with the
shocker she had so earnestly tortured me with, and gave her harshest
order yet. "SWALLOW IT TOILET!" she demanded to the
accompaniment of giggles and laughter from the other women. I had
no choice but to flush her shit down my throat, into my stomach.
Tears of humiliation and shame flooded my eyes and my body
trembled as I heard her say "TAKE ANOTHER BITE TOILET, and
if you don't chew each bite as well as you did that first one I will
torture you with this shocker well beyond your wildest imagination."
There was no alternative but to obey. When I was half-through with
my service she took the large baby bottle, squatted down and placed
it between her lips. Soon the sound of her hot pee filling it up was
heard. She stood up and replaced the nipple on the top of the bottle.
Once I had swallowed the last of her gratuity, she said "Tilt your
head back and close your eyes." Once I had, she placed the nipple
into my mouth and said "Hold onto this, but don't open your eyes or
move your head until it is empty. Suck it dry, washing your mouth
and throat out with it as you swallow." Once it was empty, I
removed the bottle from my mouth and lowered my head. The
younger of the girls who had escorted me into the house was the
only one still there. I begged her to release me, tears streaming from
my eyes as I begged and pleaded with her for my emancipation. She
coldly told me that she had no intention of releasing me, and couldn't
even if she wanted to. She informed me that the only lady who had a
key to the lock on my collar was the whipmistress. "You don't
understand, do you?" she said, "You were brought here to learn how
to serve and YOU WILL NOT BE RELEASED until you have
completed the training. You will NEVER eat anything else while
you are here. This is only the beginning, in time you will learn to
accept your place here." She picked up the shocker, then said "Get
your plate Toilet, I have something for you." Then she turned
around, hiked her skirt and squatted over the plate I was holding so
obediently. . .
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