SUBMISSION Part two
By: Mme Lizzanne

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A man's final submission to his mistress

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Submission

Part two

By: Mme Lizzanne



A full week into his regimen, and Robert is becoming a classically trained slave. He can already anticipate my desires, and willingly strives to please. Even obligatory punishments are becoming far less necessary, or frequent. It’s very empowering for a woman to control a man like that, and erotic. Robert’s very talented tongue has even managed to satisfy the animal cravings he elicits in me with his screams of tortured pain. He will be a real treat for his mistress on those nights she needs attentions like that.

Unknown to Robert, this will be his final day with me, and I consider his initial training complete. He will be handed over to his true mistress later, but in the meanwhile, I’ve planned a rather special day for him. A day with a little more freedom and liberties. A special graduation day in celebration of the defining moments of his subjugation.

“Come slave, I think we shall continue with your training outside today. You’d like to see the sun wouldn’t you, and enjoy some fresh air?”

“Yes mistress,” He replies enthusiastically, snapping the studded collar around his neck as I toss it to him as he steps from the shower. “I would love to be outside today mistress.”

“Well come along then,” I reply, grabbing the leather leash from his hand. I glance back as I turn, and I notice he’s already stooped to pick up my little gym bag of accessories. He really is coming along perfectly.

I exaggerate the wiggle of my ass just a little, as I know his eyes are likely glued to ribbon of blue floss running down the crack of my butt. The miniscule thong bikini is an eye-catcher for sure, and one I’m thinking just might overcome his growing control over erections. He’s not been required to wear the ball and cock restraint for two days now, and I’ve seen no signs whatsoever of erections nor masturbation. He’s come along so well I’m envious of Mistress Victoria. She doesn’t deserve a slave of this caliber.

The morning is bright, warm, and absolutely perfect for a lounge and some poolside sunbathing. The slight swirling ripples that dance across the surface of the pool betray a little zephyr of a breeze that sends little shivers of sensation across my back.

“Do you like swimming slave?” I question as I settle into the lounger, jerking him down beside me. “Do you even know how to swim?”

“Yes mistress. I can swim, and I enjoy it mistress.”

“Well in the side pouch of that bag there is some suntan lotion. You have my permission to have a brief swim once you apply it on me,” I say, rolling onto my stomach, “And yes you have permission to put lotion anywhere you see bare skin.”

My eyes close as I hear him ruffling through the pouch, and I can’t help but murmur a little mewl of pleasure at the feel of his strong hands drifting across my back, working in the lotion and moving lower. I spread my legs slightly as his fingers span the small of my back. My hips involuntarily rise as his hands caress the cheeks of my ass. He has such beautiful strong hands.

I turn slowly as his fingers touch and tease at my toes, curling around each individual digit in the most enticing manner. He has aroused me fully, and I don’t care if he notices the inevitable dark spot of moisture showing on the small triangle of fabric that barely conceals my damp pussy.

I almost moan with pleasure as his hands work the lotion into my skin from neck to breasts, and my nipples could not possibly get any harder as he accidentally brushes them as he applies the lotion to the valley between my small pert breasts. I again spread my legs as his hands crisscross my belly, and move lower. With closed eyes, I imagine his cock, throbbing hard and slapping against his belly as he reaches to the innermost areas of my slightly parted thighs. Was that a purposeful press of a hand against my pussy? Does he know I’m aching for him?

“Very good slave. You may have your swim now,” I manage, still with eyes closed. I don’t want to catch him with an erection, well not just yet anyway. I can only imagine the smooth execution as I barely hear a splash as he dives into the water.

I simply steal looks at him as he enjoys his moment of total freedom. Moments like those would be rare in his future. His future in servitude to Mistress Victoria, a harsh and unrelenting mistress if ever there was one. I almost felt sorry for Robert. Almost.

I slip the top from my breasts, tossing it aside, and reach to discard the bikini bottom. There would be no need to wear it further, and I know my nakedness never fails to arouse Robert to beyond control. That beautiful cock of his will be flagging hard very soon.

“That’s enough slave!” I shout. “I need you to bring me a drink immediately!” I watch as he dutifully swims toward me as fast as possible and hauls himself from the pool. He momentarily hesitates as he notices my naked state. I love a man wearing that look. He manages to remember to fasten his collar and rolls the leash in one hand.

I direct him to the refrigerator just inside the doorway leading into the garage, and he returns with the soda as requested. Although tempted to offer him a sip, I opt not to. Better he remain thirsty.

“Turn around save,” I order as he stands beside me and hands me my soda. “I want to check your bruising.”

Checking his marks from whip and paddle was simply a ruse to enjoy his tight ass and strong thighs without him noticing. He stands rock-still as my hand touches his ass. It’s a gentle touch too since his flesh is slightly purpled from severe paddling. I’ve been paddled before, but never this rigorously. The few red lines across his back from a whipping have almost disappeared. From my angle I note the large size of his low-hanging testicles dangling between his thighs. It’s only fitting that they would soon be rendered useless, and he would forever lose those urges for pleasuring women. He wasn’t worthy. He shudders as my fingers barely touch the soft skin of his scrotum, and glide across the thickness of strong testicular cord attached to each ball.

My fingers press against his thigh as I order him to turn. He’s not even turned fully when I spot the impressive cock arching up and away from his body, and it’s twitching as it continues to lengthen. The erection I was so hoping for is here.

“I’m not going to allow you to go unpunished for having desires for me slave,” I say sternly, “But today your punishment will be just a little more pleasurable for you I think.”

He says nothing but stands and looks deep into my eyes. In another time and place I might be offering myself to him. Offering him the opportunity to rut and fuck and groan with me in the primordial dance of lust-filled mating. At another time and place. Certainly not now.

Catlike quick I’m on my feet and yanking Robert to his knees with the leash attached to the spiked leather collar.

“Spread your legs and lay your arms across the lounger!” I command. “Now slave!”

I kick his legs apart, noting his unwillingness to expose his crotch to perceived punishment, and he knows the misery of my vicious kicks to vulnerable and sensitive areas.

“I see you are destined for constant punishment because of your desires slave!” I rail, “I’ll teach you for being aroused in my presence!”

“Please mistress! I’m so sorry mistress!”

“Fuck sorry slave! And quit your damn begging! It just makes me want to punish you more!”

“Please mistress”

I’m drowning in heated lust from his pleading and submissiveness. My pussy dampens as thoughts of cruel torture drift through my mind. Torture to the large balls dangling between his spread legs. Crushing tortures, spearing tortures, and a slow painful castration.

“Don’t you dare move a muscle! Not a fucking muscle! Do you understand slave? Not a fucking muscle!”

“Yes mistress. Yes”

I see him quivering slightly as I reach into the gym bag and rifle around for the long thick strap-on dildo that I will soon be ramming in Roberts ass, and the wrapped leather quirt I would use to encourage him.

As I drop the quirt beside him on the lounger, I wriggle and adjust the strap-on. I squirt a line of the thin lubricant from the squeeze bottle down the length of the dildo. I see Robert’s ass tense as the warm lube flows over the puckered-tight hole.

“I’m going to fuck your ass slave. I want you to know what it’s like to have a cock rammed into you. What a woman feels when a man does that. I want you to know what it means for a woman to see a man sporting a huge swollen cock that he wants to thrust into her. You want to do that slave? Are you hard from thinking of doing that to me? Answer me slave!! Dammit you will answer!” I shriek as I pick up the quirt and bring the hard leather down across his back. An angry welt jumps to the surface of his skin as the leather bites into his flesh. He flinches hard and presses deep into the soft cover of the lounger.

“No mistress. No. I wasn’t thinking of you,” He pleads. “I wasn’t mistress.”

“And just why the fuck not slave!! Am I not one to arouse you? Do you not get excited from seeing your mistress in a state of undress? Answer me you miserable fuck!!”

“Yes mistress…I mean no mistress…”

The words are barely passed his lips as the quirt again rakes his back and I crouch and thrust the dildo against the resistance of his ass. He grunts and struggles as the lube covered knob slips past the resistance. He’s squirming as I push, squirting more lube onto the quickly disappearing dildo as it plunges into his ass. He’s gasping and reaching as I stroke the dildo full length into him. Another accompanying hard lash across his shoulders with the quirt stops his reaching.

“You like it don’t you slave? You like an ass full of cock don’t you?” I pant as I slowly stroke the dildo in and out of his tightness. The resistance now slick and forgiving.

“No mistress. No. I don’t like it mistress.”

“Then why are you still hard!! Why slave!! Why is your cock trembling hard if you don’t like it!!”

“Mistress I….I….there’s no…”

His voice trails off as I see him tense and shudder. I lean and see the jets of semen shooting from his cock onto the poolside concrete just under the lounger. His orgasm is long and copious; both from lack of release and the dildo stroking against his engorged prostate. It’s an impressive ejaculation, and I slide the dildo out of his still quivering ass as his cock slowly wilts, oozing and dripping semen from the still swollen knob. His balls hang limp and spent in his distended scrotum.

I rip the strap-on off as he pants, still bent over the lounger.

“Did you ask my permission to cum slave? Did you? I never heard you? You know why I never heard you…it’s because you never asked you miserable fuck!” I rant, swinging the hard leather at the end of the quirt smartly into the dangling pouch between his legs. He lunges forward, curling around the tipped lounger, and trying to cup his injured testicles.

I move to grab his leash, yanking hard as I snap, “You have left cum on the concrete slave! I don’t ever want to see your cum understand? Now lick it up!! Lick every single drop of it off that concrete or you will wish to god you were never born with balls slave!! Get fucking licking!!” I give the leash a very hard jerk just for effect.

I’m so pleased with his performance as I watch him licking the concrete absolutely clean. He’s still holding his stomach, and I know the deep ache in his balls has him almost nauseous. I hadn’t meant to hit him quite that hard, but no matter. It won’t be too much longer until he needn’t worry about any pain in his balls again. After all, this afternoon it will be Mistress Victoria who will be jerking his leash. The leash of her eunuch slave.

“You disgust me slave!” I snap as I yank harshly on the leash attached to his collar. “I think your erections are something that needs to be dealt with immediately. I sure as hell don’t want you ejaculating all over your new mistress!”

“My new mistress?” he asks, his hands cupping his aching balls as he struggles to keep up with the quick march to the secretive chamber of horrors where severe punishments are meted out.

Victoria did indeed look spectacular in the very tight little knit sheath. The strappy, heeled, and open-toed sandals accentuated the arch of both legs and ass of her curvy petite figure. The appliqués of spring-like flowers on the little dress accentuate her fine features, and attractive looks. Her large pert breasts jut hard against the clinging fabric, and her braless state is obvious. I can understand her power to make men crawl and grovel at her feet. I can hear the anticipation in her voice as she asks, “Is he ready?” the moment I opened the door.

“Yes almost…I have everything ready for the final transfer.”

“Perfect,” Victoria smiles. Sweet, innocent, and as demure as she looks, I know better. I can see the sheen of cruel desires in those sparkling dark eyes. The excitement of the transfer is also obvious in her voice. I know she especially enjoys this part of her power over men.

Victoria follows quietly as we make our way to the dungeon, and the waiting slave that is chained and shackled in the middle of the room.

“Oh my goodness,” Victoria exclaims at seeing Robert for the first time. “He’s such a brute isn’t he!! He looks so strong and powerful. A perfect specimen.”

“Yes he is something,” I reply, “And very well trained and accepting too.”

“Umm…hello slave,” Victoria purrs as she runs her hand across Robert’s rugged chest and down the rippled belly. “Have these been drained already?” she asks as her hands cups Robert’s large testicles.

“Yes. He’s all prepped.”

“Perfect,” Victoria pipes, “Let’s get started then shall we?”

I move to get the roll-around tray that’s off in the far corner and draped in a white cloth. It contains everything we will need for Robert’s final submission, and a requirement that Victoria insists on for every male slave she owns. Robert is going to be castrated.

Victoria is admiring the beautiful lines and tightness of Roberts toned and well shaped ass. I know the welts and bruising also excite her, and she knows she is getting a slave that enjoys such treatment. I’m almost surprised she hasn’t begun beating him yet.

I move to the front of Robert and position the cart just to one side. I flip back a corner of the cloth and remove a small bowl that contains soaking strips of rawhide. It is not ordinary rawhide by any means, but very carefully prepared strips of uncured hide from a free ranging Nubian ibex. This is the same special leather that female harem-keepers used in gelding the slaves of ancient Arabian slave traders. Victoria and I would castrate Robert utilizing the same method and tradition as those women of our ancestral past.

“This is your new mistress slave, mistress Victoria. She has bought and paid for you. From this moment on you will answer only to her. The final transfer of your ownership will now take place. Serve her well slave. You do not want to be returned to me for refresher training. Understand?” I say to Robert as I ready the hood and gag.

“Yes mistress. Yes I understand.”

I pop the ball gag into Robert’s mouth and Victoria moves to tie it tightly at the back of his neck. I roll the dark hood over Roberts face and tuck the edges into his collar. He’s ready.

Silently Victoria moves to the front to observe the final preparations as I ready the heavy gauge stainless steel ring into the jaws of the long handled crimping tool. Victoria is already panting as I reach to lift Robert’s thick cock away from his scrotum. I hold his cock straight out from his body, and moving the fleshy flared knob into position as Victoria maneuvers the crimping tool. She carefully positions the jaws of the crimping tool just right over the center of Robert’s knob, levering the handles quickly. The keenly sharpened edges of the ring slice through the soft flesh of his cock-head with ease, and Robert barely has time to flinch before the ring locks together and falls from the clamping tool.

Blood drips from the large bull-ring now piercing Robert’s knob, and a light dusting with coagulating powder and the flow is staunched. The sheer weight of the oversized ring pulls hard against his cock, and I knew the weight of it is beyond what his cock would ever be able to lift no matter hw aroused he was. Penetration of course was also now an impossibility, not that those thoughts or urges would ever be present in him shortly.

Robert is still quivering in pain from the ringing as I remove the first leather thong from the bowl of water. He lunges in the chains as I loop it around the base of his scrotum and yank it very tight. He’s bucking as I double knot and tighten further. I let his struggles and muted cries and pleas wane before adding six more loops to bind his scrotum with over an inch of tightly wound rawhide.

The ibex leather has the very unique quality of being able to shed water quickly, and the mere presence of body heat quickly begins the unrelenting shrinkage. Due to the careful and skilled shaving of the leather thongs that comprise the knotted loops, they ultimately will shrink to less than half original size.

Victoria actually begins to pant with desire as Robert’s balls begin to quickly redden as the constriction worsens. He almost manages a defined scream as Victoria and I move to sit on the small bench adjacent to the entry and simply watch.

Robert’s scrotum is shiny dark red as the unrelenting crush of tightening leather constricts the flow of life giving blood to his balls. He’s thrashing in the chained restraints violently as the pain worsens. This castration method is a long and painful process, but the severity does instill a true loss of manhood in the slave. I’ve seen slaves actually become aroused from a mistress simply cutting off his balls, but no slave I’ve seen has ever enjoyed this method.

Thankfully the strong chains hold against Robert’s violent thrashings, and I see opened flesh at his wrists and ankles from his struggles. Victoria has her skirt hiked and her hand down the front of her panties as Robert continues to scream and thrash. His screams of agony are audible even though I have the ball gag stuffed fully into his mouth.

The room reeks of sweated agony and overheated pussy. Victoria is on her third moaned orgasm when Robert finally can no longer resist. The fierce torment has robbed him of all strength, and he is almost completely broken. Completely spent, his unrecognizable pleadings are growing softer by the minute. I wait until Victoria finishes and begins licking the juices from her fingers before saying, “It’s time Victoria. It’s time to cut and claim your slave.” I knew from this moment on Robert would be lost to her. To Victoria, the mistress who would claim his manhood.

Robert doesn’t struggle, but tosses his head backward and moans long and sorrowfully as Victoria reaches for a thin jawed cutters as she holds his purpled and distended scrotum. He senses what’s coming, and arches his hips toward her, offering her his very maleness. He vibrates in the chains, then slumps, as I hear the crunch of Victoria severing the cords and scrotum to complete Robert’s emasculation. He is now her eunuch slave, and ready for a lifetime of servitude.

The black scrotum filled to full tightness by Robert’s large testicles is placed on a small towel on the tray. It will be put in curing solution and will join Victoria’s already impressive collection of cocks and balls. With time the heavy ring will have stretched Robert’s useless cock into an elongated thin rope of dangling flesh that will eventually be removed. His scrotal wound will heal smooth, and no sign of his masculinity will remain after his penis removal. I can’t help but wonder what such a powerfully built man will look like following completion of a regimen of feminizing hormones. That was another little detail Victoria always insisted on with her male slaves.

I move the tray aside as I reach to pull the mask from Robert, and I look deep into the reddened eyes of a slave that has endured much pain today. For his sake, I wished that this would be the worst Victoria would administer to him, but I knew better. I softly brush my hand against the tear running down his cheek as I bid my own farewell to Robert. Would he remember his teacher? Would he remember his time as my charge and pupil? Would he be able to endure Victoria’s special treatment?

“So when are you bringing the other one over Victoria?” I ask.

Yes the training of slaves is an ongoing task for me, but it’s a labor of love to deliver a well trained and supremely disciplined slave to a deserving mistress, or as in the case of Victoria, at least a mistress that pays well.






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