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From: an274510@anon.penet.fi (Kinky, NASTY slaveboy for Dominatrix)
Date: Sat, 30 Dec 1995 21:56:10 UTC
Subject: slave seeks REAL So. CA Dominatrix!

			     My Training

	Her instructions had been quite explicit, to exit the bus and
walk down the side 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 mailed 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 told me to find the car the key went to,
open the trunk, get in and close it after 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, placed the painted over divers'
mask on my head as she had ordered, lay down inside and closed the
lid.

	As the lock clicked tight I panicked, and wanted to scream
out, but I was scared stiff and couldn't utter a sound. I lay there
terrified about 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 tags being placed on the vehicle.

	Finally I heard the car door open and close. The engine roared
to life and the auto began to move down the alley as I heard a woman's
voice state unsympathetically, "We're glad you came slave." For about
two hours we drove along freeways and winding roads until we arrived
at our destination. The car stopped, and except for the sound of
crickets there was complete silence. The driver's 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 three women pulled me from the trunk and stood me on my
feet. Two of the women led 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, dark except for a candle
burning in the corner where I had been brought. Before I could look
around fully, 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.

	After I had removed 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 not to remove them for any reason, and 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 mouth and 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.

	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 need 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 in 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 a 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, my feet unable to contact anything. 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 produced 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 out, and I let out a muffled
whimper as I jerked helplessly about, in a futile attempt to escape.
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 eight women and girls standing about, observing my
predicament which entertained them.

	When a fourth 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 lock that looped 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 I felt a girl attaching a leather cuff to each of my
ankles. A spreader bar was lowered from the ceiling, then 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 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 produced a shocker and 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 went temporarily insane at 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 in her hand 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 of the women 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 she 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 and 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 me the plate 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 loud 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 gently 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 lick 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 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...