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SURRENDER Part One By : Mme Lizzanne I knew who it was the moment I heard the doorbell, but I purposely waited until he had rung it five times, the fifth with an obvious sense of urgency given his finger lingered so long. I appreciated the fact he thought I might be toying with him. He seemed a little stunned, and almost ready to turn away as I opened the door. Hello Robert, do come in, I said softly, gesturing for him to enter as I held the door wide open. Im pleased to see you are so prompt. His eyes are covering every square inch of me, and concentrated for more than a moment at the little bumps of my braless nipples that are jutting from the little floral print sundress that accentuates my small breasts and willowy stature. Hes seen pictures of me many times, both clothed and even naked, but this is the very first time he has ever seen me in the flesh. Im aroused at the fact I can tell he likes the view. Right over here Robert, I gesture toward a small desk right beside the entryway. I need you to sign some paperwork before we begin. Paperwork? he asks quizzically. My quick and stinging slap right across his cheek and half his mouth comes as a complete surprise. You will always address me as Mistress from now on, and you will ask permission for everything you do understand? Yes I mean yes mistress, he replies as the redness brightens on his cheek. You learn quickly I see. Now come over here and sign this consent. Consent mistress? Yes Robert, your consent, I reply somewhat perturbed. I need you to willingly consent to everything that will be done to you for as long as you remain here understand the world will know you willingly undertook this role. If you are having second thoughts, now is the time to say so, and we will end this right here and now. Forever. No please mistress I want to sign. I want to consent. Very well Robert, there are six places that have to be signed, I reply, pointing to the folder of papers and enjoying the fact he does not take more than a second to begin scrawling his signature on the documents. As I take the opportunity to give him an unobserved once-over as hes signing the papers, I cant help but notice how truly handsome he is. I love the darker complexion, and I already know how trim and muscular he is under the knit shirt and Dockers. He has a beautifully shaped ass, and all sorts of exciting little thoughts are running through my head about the fun times we will have together. Thank you for signing Robert, I say as he sets down the pen and turns toward me. Shall we begin? Yes mistress, I am ready. Perfect, I smile, closing the door behind us. Now strip everything off. He looks a little surprised as he stands in the threshold and looks toward me, but he begins to undress, his eyes never leaving mine. As he removes the last sock, I just enjoy looking at him from head to toe. Hes a handsome and powerfully built man. The already pierced nipples tell me hes used to some pain, and his stiffening cock is almost as impressive as the overly large testicles dangling so provocatively beneath it. I watch his cock stiffen with the jerks and twitches of a man aroused. I wonder just what he is expecting as to my reaction. As he straightens, the crippling pain of my sandal meeting his scrotum sends a look of true shock and agony across his face, and he buckles. Hes still keening in the fetal position with both hands cupping his balls as I move to attach the spiked collar and leash that will be his constant companion during his training. I do not allow men to have erections in my presence Robert!! Ever!! I scream, Is that clear!! The added kick to his chest aids his choked answer. Yes mistress yes yes I understand. Jerking the leash harshly, I manage to get his attention. On your back and spread your legs Robert! I command, yanking again. Spread your legs wide. He reluctantly complies, but hes barely able to remove his hands from cupping his groin. My kick wasnt particularly vicious, but catching him off-guard was devastating, and I could still see the pain etched in his features. It said a lot of his desire to please that he managed to expose his vulnerabilities to me so easily. That would only speed his training, and his scheduled transfer to Mistress Victoria was already tight. Very good Robert. Im going to put this little leather apparatus on your cock and balls. Its going to be very uncomfortable, and especially uncomfortable should you get an erection. When we leave this room, you will be punished very severely should you ever act as a man in my presence again? Is that understood? Yes mistress. Good, now let me get you into this. Im purposely a little rough with slipping his tender balls into the leather cups of the restraint, and the couple little groans and grunts he emits are particularly satisfying. The harness is an ingenious little device. Its designed with a small cup that will hold each individual testicle very tightly, and a thin leather thong that is studded with small but very sharp spikes to separate them. His cock will be bent downward into the noose of the harness, and if it pulls upright, the little spikes will be driven into his scrotum. There is also a stainless steel ring attached to the head of the noose, and my leash will be attached there. A quick tug and the spikes will bite into Roberts scrotum with impunity. Ive had men break completely down during training when a spike or two inadvertently struck deep within a testicle as I yanked the leash. Men quickly learn to behave and listen while in my little custom-made harness, and its a superb training aid for especially difficult men. I dont expect much difficulty from Robert, since he seems to have a rather low tolerance for pain. That is also an opening I can use to speed his total submission. The initial bite of the spikes in his scrotum has him following the leash very close before weve even left the stair-top landing. He doesnt miss a step on the way down either, even though I purposefully vary the pace just to see if he will spike himself. Since he doesnt, I give the leash a quick tug just as I reach the last step. No point in him thinking this is going to be easy, and I grin as I hear a slight grunt from behind me. He keeps in perfect cadence with my footsteps as we cross the large open foyer and enter the room opposite the staircase landing. It is the austere and cold room where Robert will reside during his training. This will be your home for a while Robert, at least until your initial training is complete, I say, standing aside the opened door and allowing Robert to see for the first time the place where he would experience the training regimen I had prepared for him. Its usually a little darker in here, but I want you to familiarize yourself with your surroundings. I lead him to the small iron-barred cell where he will sleep naked on the concrete floor. The barred area is totally bare, save for the small stainless steel commode in one corner, and several rings attached to the bars in several locations. You will not have any privacy whatsoever Robert, I say as I give his leash a little tug. You will sleep naked here every night, but if you are especially co-operative, you will earn privileges, one of which will be a small mat to sleep on. Do you understand? Yes mistress, I understand. Good, now there are other rules you will need to follow, I say as I usher him toward the cell. Firstly, you can never touch me without permission. Ever. Punishment for doing so will be swift and extremely harsh. You may be gagged during either training or punishments, so there will be no way I will know if the pain I am meting out is unbearable. Are you really and truly prepared for sessions like that? Yes mistress. Yes I am, Robert replies as I push him into his cell. Very good Robert. I will allow you to rest a little tonight and we will begin in the morning. I will also feed you in a while, since I imagine you are quite hungry by now. Also you must only use the bathroom when I am present. You must never attempt to use it otherwise. I have the flush handle remotely operated, and I will know of course if you have. I want you to have to do that in front of me. There will be no masturbation at any time, and of course I check for that too. If you are foolish enough to try, you had better lick the floor clean of all signs of semen. Other than that, all the rules that apply further will be explained while training sessions are in progress. Is there anything you want to ask me now? No mistress. No questions. Excellent Robert. Of course you would have to be punished for asking too many question, and right now one would be too many, I say grinning. Im going to leave you alone for a while. I want you to get used to being in the dark. Ill bring you something to eat when I return. You are hungry arent you? I know I always get very hungry from a long flight? Yes mistress, Im very hungry. Thank you for thinking of me. Oh and one other thing Robert, dont even think of removing the little restraint I have on your cock and balls. The little lock is easily broken, and you dont want to know what the punishment would be if I was to discover you had been toying with it. I wont mistress. I walk toward the door, stopping momentarily to turn toward him at the threshold. Oh and one other thing Robert. When I return you will be known as only slave. Understand? You no longer have a formal name. You are now, and forever will be, a womans slave. I leave him to mull over his situation as I close the heavy soundproofed door and flick off the light. I wonder how long it will be before he realizes Im not returning tonight. Im in a fine mood for some first-thing-in-the-morning humiliation as I balance the bowl of cold oatmeal in one hand and flick on the light with the other. Good morning slave, I pipe as I close the door behind me, watching as Robert slowly uncurls from the fetal position hes adopted on the hard cold floor. I note the redness on one side of his body from contact with the concrete. You ready for some breakfast? Yes mistress, he replies groggily. I notice his eyes roving my baggy sweats. Im sure he was expecting something a little more provocative from a slave training mistress. That would come later. I unlock the door and set his bowl of cereal on the floor. I then reach to remove the harness that binds his cock and testicles. I close the door as I leave the cell. I have to have a quick check to make sure you never broke any rules last night. You of course will get nothing to eat, as well as severely punished, if you have, I say as I walk around to the side of the cage and peer into the bowl of the toilet. I see that the bowl appears empty. Very good slave. Im impressed, and I might even reward you sooner than you think for being so cooperative. Do you have to go to the bathroom? Yes mistress. May I? Yes you may, I reply, remaining to stand beside the toilet. I struggle to not smile as I spot his embarrassment and hesitation. His eyes dart everywhere, and I see him playing with his fingers nervously. Its ok slave. Your bodily functions are perfectly normal, and Im not going anywhere, so you might just as well get it over with and be done with it. He looks away nervously. As I move and sit on the floor beside him, he finally submits to his urges and my presence and sits on the toilet. I hear the dribbling urine in the bowl, and I see his face contort as he tries to suppress the inevitable escape of bodily gas that accompanies his stool. I laugh out loud as he struggles, saying, Youve never had a mistress watching you shit before have you slave? No mistress. No I havent. Well get used to it. In a while it will be second nature to you, I say. Besides, having you not enjoying this is only an aid in your training. Now hurry up and finish. You will have to wait until tomorrow to before you can use the facilities again. I watch his obvious concern as he finally notices there is no paper. Mistress, please can I have some paper please No slave, you may not have any paper. That is a privilege you must earn. If you feel the need to wipe, theres always your hand, I reply sharply. Now decide what you want to do quickly or you will forgo breakfast. I watch his uncomfortable wriggle and he slowly stands. I walk to the wall and hit the flush button for the commode. Hes already fingering lumps of congealed oatmeal into his mouth by the time I return to the cell. Hurry up and finish eating slave. You need a quick shower to wash your shitty ass before we continue. Yes mistress, he mumbles between quickly eaten mouthfuls. As his hand sponges across his chest, I revel in what a well built and handsome man Robert really is. Under different circumstances our relationship might turn out to be altogether different. I shook the thought from my mind as he turned again into the shower of water and began to rinse. Under different circumstances I would be pleased to have Robert as my own personal slave. Given his naturally eager to please attitude along with a quick castration, and he would indeed make a fine ladies companion slave. Robert had no idea as to what he had signed on for, and there was no way I was about to reveal his ultimate placement. I was just a trainer, and more than adequately compensated for delivering male slaves of exceptional quality. Robert would be a fine specimen given his desire for humiliation, and his longing for servitude at the hands of a mistress. Unfortunately for Robert, mistress Victoria was one of those particularly vicious women that truly revel in the most severe torture and subjugation of men. Her wealth keeps a ready supply of the very best slaves available, and a constant supply she needs given her habit of truly abusing men. Many of her slaves are now completely broken men, wandering lost and alone as shattered minds and bodies try to heal. Despite my personal dislike for her, I rely on her generous compensation. While watching Robert shower, thoughts emerge in my mind of all the late night emails and messenger sessions that established the closeness and desires that brought Robert to me. He was always hungry for servitude to a woman, and I happened to be the lucky woman who found the key to his willing subjugation. The sudden stoppage of water from the automatic water shut-off snapped me back to reality. The four minute shower I had allowed for Robert seems over in the blink of an eye. I move toward him as he slicks the water droplets from his arms and legs. I reach for his cock and loose hanging balls as he straightens. I need to put the harness back on you, I say as I maneuver the strap around the back of his scrotum, and cinch the leather band firmly to squeeze and separate his testicles tight into the leather cups. I then slip the noose over his cock and give it a final tightening. I give the leash a little tug and see the spiked cord down the center bite into the sensitive flesh. He flinches at the sudden sharp pain. Come slave, I want to show you something. I lead Robert to a barely visible outline of a door, the very core of which is totally flush with the wall. A quick push and it slowly opens. Its nearly dark inside, and the odor of leather and sweat rush from the room to assail our nostrils. I love the smell. It reeks of pain and power. I close the door behind Robert and I, and I slowly let our eyes accustom to the dim light that only just illuminates the room. The two large rings hanging from the heavy beam that spans the center of the room immediately catch the eye. The matching set below with the chains and manacles betray the sinister purpose of both rings and restraints, and I feel Robert tense at the leash. This is a room for punishments to be meted out slave. I wanted you to see it, and consider how much you want to avoid this place. Yes mistress, Robert says quietly. I can sense his foreboding. As I slowly lead Robert around the perimeter of the room, I point out the various items that would be used for punishment and extreme training sessions. I heard him grunt as the spikes on his cock restraint bit into his testicles. I wasnt pulling his leash, so I knew he was becoming erect, and his own cock was putting the pressure on the restraint. That pleased me considering I was explaining the use of a large clamping device used to crush and stretch a scrotum to unimaginable dimensions with the addition of weights. I give the leash a little tug as we move to the whips and paddles, personal favorites of mine. Ill bet youve never been paddled with something like this have you slave? I ask as I point out to a large paddle hanging from a hook on the wall. No mistress. No I havent had the pleasure. Well you soon will slave, I snap, This is a little room just packed with all sorts of pleasures for you, and you will get to enjoy them all fully. I feel the hesitation to follow in the sudden tightening of the leash. I was only teasing you slave. I laugh. Im not one to punish you on a simple whim. No, Ill punish you for breaking a rule, and that way you are responsible for the consequences. Thats fair isnt it slave? Yes mistress. More than fair. He was a very quick study, and I could tell he had prepared himself well. We shall see. I dropped the leash. Come here slave and let me remove this nasty little harness. He eagerly moved in front of me, both to have the uncomfortable harness removed from his privates, and of course to feel the touch of a woman in such places. I take a lot longer than necessary to remove the harness, and I manage to let each testicle slip through my fingers slowly, squeezing ever so slightly as they rolled through my gentle grasp. The effect is immediate, and I see the slight swell of the exposed cock-head. My its warm in here, I say softly as I begin to remove the top portion of my sweats. He has no way of knowing Im totally naked beneath, and I spot his eyes fixed to my small breasts and hard nipples as the soft fabric breezes over them as I lift it over my head. His cock swells a little more, and I see him looking downward, attempting to will away the involuntary erection. He glances back at me just in time to catch me lowering my bottoms, revealing the minute black thong panties that barely conceal the swollen lips of my pussy. His cock jumps to half mast, and three twitches later hes throbbing hard. You havent forgotten the rule about erections already have you? I question sternly, watching his erection twitch and throb to full height despite his best efforts to avoid it. You know you must be punished dont you? Yes mistress. Im sorry mistress. I deserve to be punished. Yes you do slave and you shall be, I reply, shoving him toward the center of the room, and toward the restraints. He looks downward remorsefully as I fasten the shackles and manacles to fix him spread-eagled in the restraints. He watches as I walk to remove the large paddle from a hangar along the far wall. Its a long handled affair, and designed for a double-handed grip. The large fat paddle section has numerous holes drilled through it. I walk close to him, standing and looking him squarely in the eye. You are not worthy of having desires for your mistress. You know and understand that dont you slave? Dont you? Yes mistress, he replies quietly, I know I am not worthy. The look of shocked surprise registers on his face as I snap my wrist and drive the handle of the paddle smartly into his testicles. Theres a dull thump as the hard leather-bound knot at the extreme end of the paddle slams into the soft tissue. The rattle of chain and gasps accompany his urge to cover and protect his vulnerabilities. The raging surge of gut-wrenching pain causes him to groan loudly, and hunch as much as possible. I reach out and grasp his scrotum in my hand, squeezing the aching balls as hard as I can as I say, Well let that be a lesson to you then, and I let his balls slip from my grasp. I cant help but be aroused at the still throbbing hard erection. I love a man excited by that special pain. I move behind him, and as I level the paddle, I say, Remember, you were responsible for this, and I unleash a vicious swing of the paddle that catches him squarely across the buttocks. Having endured the searing bite of oak on ass myself, I understand his cry of surprised pain at the smack of the paddle across his ass. The paddling hurts a lot more than expected, and especially with the holes that allow tidbits of flesh to avoid the fiery burn. That only intensifies the sensation in other areas. The second crack of the paddle has him dancing in the chains, and a scream of genuine agony escapes him. Hes almost limp as I deliver the sixth and final blow. His ass is flaming red and I know how tender he will be for some time. I walk to his front and remove the shackles and manacles, wet with inflamed desire as he sags to the floor kneeling, and still weak from the paddling. Lick me slave. Lick my drenched pussy! I snap as I grab a handful of hair and crush his face to my crotch, reaching to pull aside the thin fabric to expose myself to him. A woman is rarely as flush with heated desire as when shes been abusing a slave, and I was no exception. Orgasm is quick and intense as Roberts tongue flails my aching pussy. His face is shiny with my juices as I pull him away, struggling to remain standing on trembling legs. You lick beautifully slave, and Im tempted to reward you for that, I gasp. But of course I wont. |