Chapter I: Assume the Position

I know most reading this story must enjoy either giving or receiving it, but getting spanked, if you think about, it is truly a ridiculous proposition. Voluntarily putting yourself into a compromising position and getting your backside violently beaten with a hand, or, as is the case too often with me, a heavy wooden paddle, is just absurd. But there I was, again, like a child before corporal punishment was outlawed, getting a spanking that I would remember for a long time.

"Ten, maim. Thank you, maim," I said ritualistically as the wooden paddle lifted off my naked skin. The next part, the forced verbal submission, asking to be hit while holding yourself in position, bent over with your rear stretched out toward the instrument of its torment, that's the preposterous part, I think. I braced myself, my bottom still stinging, reeling from pain, and asked, as the ritual demands, if I "may I have another?" as if I wanted this.

The dance of my count followed by my mistress's swing of the paddle continued, as swat after swat landed on, and brightened, my backside. When the count reached thirty, she told me that I had enough, and handed me the paddle to hang back on the wall in the bedroom. But my punishment wasn't yet over. I did as I was told, and following my training, knelt on the floor and pressed my head against the wall below where I had replaced the paddle and waited in a "time out" until my mistress was certain that I had learned my lesson.

Yes, I was in pain from the spanking and aching both physically and going insane from boredom from an hour in the corner serving my time out. But there was something exciting about living out my dream of submitting to a wonderful mistress. Yes, this part, the punishment part sucked, but it was a necessary evil for the joy I get out of submission. And Mistress Kathy is a truly special mistress.


Chapter II: Tools of the Trade

Mistress was of average size, but dawning a red satin corset, a black skirt, and black stiletto heels, she is a commanding mistress and no one would question that she looked and played the part superbly. She could bring a submissive under her command to his knees with just a look of the eye.

She was reluctant, at first, to take me in as a full time slave, but, she was looking for some help in the household and was looking for someone who could contribute. She felt that I was not capable of appropriate respect, and I have much greater restrictions imposed on me than the other boys (as she calls us) that she has had, from time to time, under her command.

After she was satisfied that I had learned my lesson from the spanking, mistress retrieved me from my "time out" in the corner and ratcheted a pair of metal handcuffs on my hands that were already behind my back from the position required of me when given a time out.

She took me down to the basement, and attached my handcuffs to a hoist in the ceiling and pulled until I was standing with my hands, arms, and shoulders at the verge of dislocation. Already naked, and quite tired and broken, she easily slid my metal chastity briefs into place, and locked it shut.

I spent most of my days wearing some sort of a chastity belt. This was the all metal Latowski chastity briefs, and was probably one of the most restrictive men's chastity belts available in the planet. Escape is impossible without a locksmith, and I am sure he would be working at my crotch for a while before he could pick that lock open. I think the embarrassment would outweigh the possible benefit of getting the device removed.

Sometimes, I would be locked in a plastic chastity tube. The devices were capable of going through metal detectors, and while they had only a plastic lock to identify tampering, the consequences of taking it off would be so severe that I would never dare.

Finally, I had a pair of leather chastity shorts, locked at the legs, waist, and zipper. This was the least secure, but it did its job fine, and when put on, was a welcomed release from the monotony of the metal Latowski belt, which I wore most of the time. They look sexy as hell in my opinion.

The penis tube on the Latowski belt was electrified, and could deliver a shock, capable of debilitating a large dog, straight to my most sensitive parts. The range was long, and mistress was not shy to use it if she needed to send me a message that I was falling out of line. Needless to say, it was effective control.

With the chastity belt reinstalled, she locked on my anklet. The anklet kept a geopositioning sensor, another remote controlled shocker, and a microphone locked tightly onto my ankle. The anklet combined with the chastity belt were enough to give her full control over me. While part of me hates these devices when they either punish, restrain or control me, I love that I am so fully under my mistress's control.

With the electronics in place, mistress lowered the chain hoist and reduced the pressure that was causing pain in my arms, shoulders and wrists. She kept me cuffed and escorted me the cell, removed the cuffs, and locked the door as she walked away.

When she put me in the cell, I wouldn't have guessed that she would have kept me locked up all weekend long, but she did. My backside still stung from the spanking, but my chastity belt stopped me from being able to even see the damage or trying to relieve the pain with touch. The belt, of course, also prohibited me from having any fun with myself to help pass the time. That was its job.

My cell was Spartan, but had a toilet, a two bunked beds, and a chair. There were a few bolts on the wall where manacles could be affixed as a punishment, as well as a spreader bar attached to a chain hoist to lift a submissive for a caning or a flogging. At each of the corner of the beds were leather restraints that could hold a submissive spread eagled in bed. The door was solid wood with a small barred window and a food slot toward the bottom. Restrained or not, there was no leaving that cell until time was up.

Rarely was I fed in the cell, because mistress felt that she shouldn't be cooking for me, which meant that usually, the cell was just for sleeping. This weekend was quite different, and the time in the cell dragged on and on. Only sign of the passage of time was the overhead light turning on and off and the meals being slid through the door.


Chapter III: One of the Boys

The wakeup routine was the only part of being a submissive that I didn't like. I had thirty minutes to get ready and out the door for work every day, and unless chores were assigned, the clock started as soon as I awoke in the morning.

It must have been seven o'clock AM on Monday when mistress unlocked my cell and the wakeup routine began. There was a shower stall next to the cell, and I wetted myself with a cold hose (a hot shower was earned), turned the water off, soaped, and rinsed off. I quickly shaved, threw on a suit (no need for underwear with mine being made of metal), and kneeled by the door awaiting Mistress's permission for me to leave. Once she okayed my departure, I scurried out the door, and headed for the train to work.

I work on Wall Street, and the pace of my day doesn't give me much time to think about me living out my fantasies as a live-in slave, but always lunch time serves as a reminder. While my colleagues go for expensive New York cuisine, I usually have a brown bagged sandwich. Today, I had to draw from my meager allowance, and grabbed food from the café just off the trading desk.

When the day wrapped up, and I finally made it home, I was greeted by my Mistress. Without even saying hello, Mistress commanded, "go downstairs and strip to your chastity belt, and meet me in the living room in ten minutes."

I hurried to comply, and returned upstairs as quickly as I could. Mistress was seated on the sofa with another man, and, at her feet, was yet another man, this time totally naked and hunched over with his head, knees, elbows, and toes on the ground and his behind in the air. While she had played with other submissives before, and sometimes involved me with them, there was something too serious about her demeanor, that I knew this was going to be something different.

"I would like you to meet Chris, who will be at my side and will have co-equal claim as your slave master." His slave, Jack, will be joining this household as well. Jack is a very skilled slave, and he can teach you wonders about the art of submission." Mistress turned and looked at me very sternly. "Do you have any questions?"

"No, maim," I replied, still stunned by her proclamation.

"Good then, curtsy before your master and introduce yourself."

I was a little embarrassed, but the nice thing about having no say, is that you don't really have to think much about a command. I curtseyed with a slight dip and my arms at my side, and said, "Master, sir, I am Jason, your slave, and Mistress's slave, I am here to serve you in whatever way you desire."

"Good; job," Master replied. "Mistress Kathy tells me that you have been spent the weekend in your cell because you couldn't remember to show proper respect. I don't care that you think you're special; I don't care that you are some Wall Street guy; and I certainly don't care about your feelings. You will serve with respect, you will submit to your mistress and me and you will do it eagerly."

Master Chris continued, "You see Jack's position. That is called 'command position' and you will assume that position wherever you are without hesitation when given the command to assume it. You will remain in that position until released. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, Master," I replied.

"Good," Mistress Kathy replied. Pointing next to where Slave Jack was sitting in the command position she ordered me, "over here and assume command position."

Part of me was stunned by the way this news was introduced, and part of me was hoping that this was some game that would soon end. I knew that regardless of what the situation was, that obedience was really the only option for me. With that command, I knelt to the ground and slowly put my head to the floor, and then put each arm out forward in the required position.

"Too slow," I was admonished by my mistress. "Stay in position while you receive your punishment, Mistress Kathy said in an almost compassionate tone.

I felt the electric current pulsate through my penis tube in my chastity belt and I almost screamed. As the current coursed through me, the pain, fear, and powerlessness reduced me to tears. When the current stopped flowing, I held the command position, desperate to not be shocked again.

"This remote control is quite handy," Master Chris remarked.

"It's absolutely splendid," commented Mistress. We will fit Jack with an anklet like Jason's, and then we can figure out whether he needs to be put into a chastity belt too. A strong electrical shock delivered to the penis is quite an effective tool."

"But first," Mistress continued, "the collars."

"Yes, let's," replied Master. He stood in front of us and said, "Slaves, to your knees."

Jack adopted a kneeling position and I followed suit. Our owners spoke to each other briefly, and Master Chris walked behind both of us and collared us with matching green collars. He affixed a four digit combination lock to each collar and held it in place. He turned Jack's collar around so the ring was facing backwards, and attached a tether from the ring on his collar to the ring on mine.

Master grabbed a pair of handcuffs and cuffed my hand behind my back, while Mistress cuffed Jack. They each picked up an inflatable gag and Master tightly gagged me, while, again, Mistress did the same to Jack. Master pumped my gag until the pressure was unbearable, and the drool that was coming from my mouth was uncontrollable.

"Boys, stand!" Mistress ordered.

"Here are the house rules," Mistress stated. "Master Chris and I are in charge. You will obey our orders, or you will be punished. Jason, you know the process here and you are to show Jack the ropes. Jack, you are a much more capable submissive than Jason, you are to teach him how to submit better. You are to teach him how to put what is good for his owners above what is good for himself."

Master Chris jumped in, "You are now each wearing the green collar. This is the lowest ranking you can get. If you are good, you will be promoted and will be given the next level collar (yellow). Green Slaves submit to Yellow Slaves who submit to Black Slaves. You can be either promoted or demoted, depending on reviews of your performance."

Mistress attached a leash to Jack's collar and with the command "heel" began to pull on the leash as we followed single file with Jack being pulled by the leash and me being kept closely behind. We travelled downstairs into the basement. Master Chris undid the tether and took Jack into the cell.

Mistress attached my handcuffs to the chain hoist, which pulled my arms up and back as she does to immobilize me and keep my focus off erotic thoughts as she installs a new chastity belt. It was a position I was quite used to. I am often kept in the Latowski belt for weeks at a time, but some of the other belts are far less suited to long term wear.

Mistress replaced the Latwoski belt with a tight plastic chastity tube and locked it shut. She pulled out a diaper (which I have been known to wear from time to time, but never publically. Mistress taped it closed, announcing mockingly "try not to soil this." With the chastity belt and diaper in place, she lowered the hoist and relieved the pressure from my shoulders and wrists.

She led me into the cell where I could see Jack, also wearing a diaper, on the top bunk bed with each limb chained to a corner. I laid on the bottom bunk as Mistress undid my handcuffs before restraining each wrist and ankle to each corner of the small bed. She released most of the air from the ball gag, and pulled it out of my mouth. She promptly walked out of the cell and closed and locked the door. Less than a minute later, the lights turned off.

It couldn't have been any later than eight o'clock. It was going to be a long night. Should I say anything to this man who was wearing the same collar, same diaper, and who knows, the same chastity belt.

Needless to say, it was a long, and quiet night in the cell. I just laid there in silence and pondered my next move.

My goal was to serve a mistress, not be part of a stable of slaves, and certainly not to have another man involved either as a master or as a fellow slave, let alone both. The idea of what I could be forced to do scared me. Even laying in a cell diapered, collared, and restrained with another man in the room was compromising, was humiliating. It certainly wasn't what I signed up for when I joined Mistress Kathy's household.

But then, again, I agreed to give up control. I wanted to give up control. I wanted to serve, as she wanted, not how I wanted. And this is what she wanted.

My mind still turning, I wondered off to sleep.


Chapter IV: The New Normal

Neither of us spoke a word to each other that night. I woke up several times that with a severe need to use the bathroom, but I was not about to wet a diaper. Not with another man in room. Not with my ego on the line. I couldn't exactly toss and turn with the leather restraints holding my arms and legs spread eagled, so I just stared at the bottom of the mattress above me, wondering, when it would be time to get up and get back to work.

Eventually, the light in the cell switched on, and the door opened.

"Boy's thirty minutes start now," Mistress declared, before spending the next five unlocking our manacles. Still diapered Jack followed me out of the cell and into the shower room. I threw out my diaper and Jack followed suit. Despite the twelve plus hours we spent in bed, neither of us dared do anything that could have been embarrassing, as we dropped dry diapers into the waste basket.

"Against the wall. Let's go," Mistress Kathy shouted. We put our arms against the wall and mistress sprayed us with the cold water hose. "Turn around," she ordered. And spayed the front. We both quickly shampooed and soaped our bodies and mistress one at a time spayed us clean.

We each had a separate rolling wardrobe with our suits, and we both put on a suit, dress shirt, and tie, brushed our hair and shaved, and headed up stairs to kneel at the door for permission to leave.

Master Chris came to okay our departure. He removed Jack's collar first. "When you come home you will start cooking dinner."

Jack gave a deep curtsey and said, "Thank you, sir, for the opportunity to serve. I won't let you down, sir. I won't let you down."

Master then undid my collar, and said, "When you come home, you will scrub the master bathroom clean."

"Yes sir," I replied.

The anklet I wore sent out a loud beep and seconds later I fell to the ground as the electrical shocker punished me with abandon. The voltage stopped, and I was able to regain my focus.

"Stand up slave," Master snapped at me. "When you are done cleaning, boy, you will be paddled and tossed in your cell until you learn to emulate Slave Jack's decorum. Do you understand?"

I did what I had to do, and curtseyed before him. "Thank you sir for the opportunity to serve you. I won't let you down, sir," I said, repeating Slave Jack's words.

"And your punishment slave? Is that for my pleasure," Master asked rhetorically.

"No sir. Thank you for the correction I will be getting tonight. I need to learn how to be a better submissive, and I thank you, sir, for the spanking you will give me," I said, trying not to sound sarcastic, before showing my sincerety by giving as deep a courtesy as my untrained muscles would allow.

"Go boys. You are expected back in eleven hours. Don't be late."

With that we both walked to the train to Manhattan in silence.


Chapter V: Master Jack

As you can imagine, that night I got a spanking of a lifetime. Men hit men harder than women hit men. If you don't believe me, try it. Each stroke of the paddle was as much (if not more) than I could handle. And they kept coming. And coming. And coming.

I don't know how many times I said, "Thank you, sir, may I have another," but every time I did, I received a spank with such velocity, that I would almost lose my position and fall forward.

That week, I spent all my time, diapered, gagged, and spread eagled on my bed in the cell. At first, Slave Jack did so too, but eventually he was given the run of the cell (and use of the bathroom). By the end of the Friday, he was locked in the cell hours after I had been put to bed.

Then I noticed it. He was wearing the yellow collar.

It was the first time I tried to speak to him, but the gag only let an indecipherable mmmmmmmmmmmmfffff sound. But no matter. He knew what I meant.

"Yes; I got the yellow collar," was one of his first words to me. "It's quite an honor," he added.

"Congratulations, sir" I mumbled through the gag.

"Let me take that gag out. This collar comes with privileges, you know."

With that he deflated the gag and pulled it out and tossed it to the side.

"Thank you," I replied.

"When I have this collar, you are supposed to call me sir," he scolded me.

"Yes, sir," I replied.

"It's okay. I will be making our owners' breakfast in the morning. If you agree to be my sous chef, I might be able to give you a chance to redeem yourself. Master does not think you have what it takes to contribute to the household. He thinks you're sloppy, lazy, and want to live in a cell while your owners serve YOU. I'll ask Mistress if I can put you to work in the kitchen, because I know that Master will say no and whip me for asking."

"Oh, and one more thing. I will be hosing you down in the morning. I now qualify for hot showers, which is a luxury I don't plan to lose."

With that he motioned for me to stop taking, and then replaced the gag, and pumped it tight, filling my mouth.

Was he now my third owner? Would I ever get these restraints off? Would I ever be let out of this cell? This bed? This was getting ridiculous. If it was ever fun for me, it was no longer.

With the ball gag stretching my mouth open wide, the restraints holding me firmly spread eagled on the bed, the chastity device blocking me from even enjoying an erection, and the diaper making even going to the bathroom a horrendously embarrassing experience, I had nothing to do but stare above me as I drooled through my gag or go to sleep.

It didn't take much time before I fell asleep.

When the morning came around, I heard the door unlock. Mistress tossed Jack the keys to my restraints.

"Get him cleaned up and out the door in thirty minutes. Remember what we talked about. Hands need to be kept secured at all times."

Jack undid my restraints and we walked over to the shower room. Dangling from a chain on the ceiling was a pair of handcuffs. Mistress had used these on me before when I was first being trained to her thirty minute readiness routine of cold showers and hurrying out the door. I made it easy for Jack and stood under the chain.

He ratcheted each cuff around my wrists. With my hands out of the way, he pulled off my diaper and threw it away. He turned on the flow of water and I shivered at the mere thought of the cold water hitting my body when I had no control over it. He rubbed in some shampoo and rubbed soap on my body as I just stood there as he washed me.

When he was done, he produced a key for my chastity device, the penis cage, and took it off. He rubbed some soap along the shaft of my penis, but instead of washing it off, produced a safety razor and did some trimming. He turned me around and did the same on my buttocks. He then rinsed things off with the cold water intensely freezing my private areas.

When he was done, he dried me off from the waist down, and produced my metal chastity briefs. He applied the penis tube and made sure the electrical leads from the shocking device were making good contact with my skin. He applied a little conductive jell for good measure and locked the metal briefs shut over the penis tube. Once complete, he undid the handcuffs, and ordered me to kneel. He then deflated and removed the ball gag. I gagged a little when he took it out.

"Dress and wait kneeling at the door. Let's go." He shouted, like a coach after calling a play on the sidelines.

I saw the clock on the wall. It was 6:50. I had only ten minutes. I wasn't shaving this morning. I threw on a suit and scurried upstairs and knelt by the door.

Mistress approached at put her hand on my crotch, feeling the smooth metal plate that held my penis confined underneath. I couldn't feel anything, but the gesture made me begin to get hard, and I tried to fight the sensation. Mistress knew it, and loved to torment me with long stays in this belt. She loves the way it looks, the way it makes me behave, and the sense of power that holding the remote control to my penis shocker makes her feel. Even the lowest setting has been enough to force me to comply with the most embarrassing of requests. Higher levels can create a pain so harsh that I would lose control.

That morning, I took the train alone. Jack stayed back for some reason. It was all the better. I had a lot to think about. I used the on board bathroom, sunk in a seat, and let my mind wander for the rest of the trip.


Chapter VI: To Make a Master or a Slave

Walking home from the train station, I was preparing to help Jack prepare dinner for our owners and to see if I could help redeem myself and get on an equal playing field with my new cell mate. I was ready to do just about anything asked, and even practiced, mumbling to myself, "yes Mistress," "yes Master," and to my once equal, Jack, "yes Sir, whatever you say Sir."

When I came home, Jack was kneeling with his face against the wall on the flip side of the doorway. He must have done something wrong, and was being punished like a toddler for it.

I saw my mistress, curtseyed, and stated, "Good evening Mistress. May I be of service to you in any way, maim?"

"Jack is currently indisposed. Please prepare dinner for Master Chris and me," Mistress Kathy replied. "Instructions for the meal are on the counter. Once served, you can prepare slave food for your and Jack's feeding."

I curtseyed again, and replied "yes, maim; thank you maim."

As I headed toward the kitchen, she interrupted me, and said, "take off your suit first, and strip to your chastity belt."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, curtseyed again, and hurried off.

Needless to say, I am not exactly a gourmet chef. Despite being the household "slave" Mistress Kathy never made me work too hard in the kitchen, and often prepared fancier dishes herself. When I was required to cook, it was simple meals that took little prep time. My specialty was always serving - setting the table, bringing the food, and waiting on the table.

This was, however, quite different. I had to prove to Mistress and Master that I was handier to have around than Slave Jack. I needed to be rewarded with the yellow collar, and I don't know what he was being disciplined for, but I know well how to identify an opportunity and to cease every advantage from it.

I chopped, sliced, and followed the recipes as they were laid out for me. What I always struggle with in the kitchen is the balance between being careful on measuring and proportioning, and responding to the pace of the stovetop, being ready to add each ingredient when it's called for. In some ways, it's like responding to a demanding mistress. You try to keep up, and obey her commands as best you can, but inevitably she will ask for more than you are capable of. Yes. Serving is an art, just like cooking, it takes time to master.

"Boy, attention," Master Chris commanded me. "On your knees, boy!"

With that order I fell to the ground on my knees. What else would a slave boy do but obey his master? I was getting over the gender issue of submitting to another man quite well, but I still wish it were just Mistress in charge.

Hoping that I would be rewarded with the yellow collar, I knelt before him, almost eagerly, with my face now level to my master's crotch. He pulled out the remote to my shocker and I felt the powerlessness and pain of being electrocuted by the shocker in my belt. The pain was so intense, I struggled to breath and could barely move.

The pain stopped.

I shook slightly, looked up in fear, and finally began to relax.

No sooner than I began to regain composure, he pressed the button again and delivered an even more intense current electrocuting my abdomen through my groin.

The pain stopped again.

I don't know if my muscles were stunned by the electricity or the pain, but as soon as the pain stopped, I stream of urine dripped out of my chastity belt and pooled around me on the floor.

"Ready, boy?" he asked rhetorically holding up the remote. I felt an even more intense shock that lasted what seemed like minutes, but probably was no more than thirty seconds.

The pain stopped again. Every sweat gland in my body was pumping. I was soaking wet. I was a shivering, smelly, urine-soaked mess.

"Command position!" Master ordered me. I dropped into it, my face down in a pool of my own urine on the kitchen floor.

"Kneel slave!" he ordered me again, and I resumed my kneeling position before him, urine dripping from my face.

"Do I have your attention, slave?" he asked.

"Yes, Master, sir."

"I have broken you with little more than a remote control and some expensive hardware you are wearing. I could do the same with a paddle, my bare hand, or whatever I choose. You are my slave to do what I want when I want it." He paused for a second.

"Do you need another shock?" he asked enjoying his power.

I shook my head, saying "no sir" as much out of fear than ritual or training. I feared the power he had over me just as much as I feared another electric shock. I feared what he might make me do. I was completely powerless, completely under his control.

He reached with his arms and grabbed my shoulders and unlocked padlock on my collar and unbelted it. He pulled out a yellow collar, tightened it around my neck, and locked it in place.

"You have through dinner tonight to show that you deserve to keep this collar, that you have what it takes to both submit and lead. Go clean up this mess, shower, and return to the kitchen."

"Yes, sir," and after the required curtsy, I hurried to comply with his command.


Chapter VII: To Submit and Lead

It's hard to be a dominant when you are wearing a chastity belt that the very person you are trying to dominate had himself locked on you. I was still reeling from the pain those electrical leads had allowed flow into me; Slave Jack had installed them on me; and I feared them more than I ever did. Furthermore, I am a submissive. That's my personality, my identity. I was proud to be a slave to a beautiful mistress. My chastity belt was my crown jewel signifying my station, like a wedding ring is to most men and women. But now it was diversifying that control - putting others in charge of every aspect of me.

But, the keeping the yellow collar depended upon my ability to put Jack under my control and serve Mistress Kathy and Master Chris with the assistance of Jack. While the lasagna baked, I needed to do what Master Chris did to me: Break him and, in so doing, make him completely submissive to me. I grabbed a jock strap from his underwear drawer and headed upstairs.

When I returned to the kitchen Jack was there waiting for me. He submissively asked how he could help, and I tossed him the jock strap and told him to put it on and return to the kitchen. I took the paddle that's generally reserved for my backside off its hook on the wall and waited in the kitchen for him to return.

The lasagna easily had another half hour before it was ready to be served. That's sixty swats with a stroke every thirty seconds. It was time to get to work.

Jack came into the kitchen wearing nothing but a black jock strap, and his green collar and his electronic control anklet. I myself was only slightly more dressed with my Latowski chastity briefs, but for the first time in a number of years, I felt completely in charge. I proudly wore the yellow collar that was locked around my neck.

Mistress walked into the kitchen wearing an amazing red corset with, a black velvet skirt tucked underneath the corset, and leg high boots with platform heels. She carried in her hand the unmistakable remote control to my chastity belt. I was relieved to see it in mistress's hands and not master's.

"Carry on," she said. "Don't mind me. This is your show."

Holding the paddle, I could feel how sturdy it was. The business end of the paddle was quite smooth and noticeably cold as I rubbed hand over it.

I began with an authoritative voice. "You have disappointed our owners, but most importantly, by violating the rule of servitude, you have embarrassed yourself. You have been demoted to my service, and I will teach you how to be a proper submissive." I paused, readying myself to bring this to the next level. I hadn't spoken authoritatively like that at home for a very long time.

I jumped right in. "Bend over, and assume the position," I proudly ordered. "Hands on knees, face the countertop." As he complied, I continued perfecting his position. "Butt out." "Look forward." "Straighten that back."

I pushed the paddle against the small of his back, which caused him to straighten against the flat surface. I assumed my position next to him. I touched the paddle against his rear and slowly slid the paddle. My goal was to increase his anticipation. This had been done to me many times.

I couldn't believe that I was about to give somebody a spanking. This was me, a submissive, giving a administering a hard spanking with a wooden paddle. I thought to myself, almost amused. With some hesitation, I brought the paddle back, and delivered hard, firm, and likely stinging stroke square across his backside.

"Thank you sir, may I have another?" he said without prompting.

It was on!

"You may have sixty. Hands leave the knees or you leave position and this starts over. You were bad and your Mistress and Master have punished you by making you my slave. You will learn to show me respect, or you will be right back in this position," I said with as much authority as I could muster.

"One" I announced, and immediately followed with another hard stroke. I kept the pace quick. He never missed a "thank you," and never moved an inch out of position. Beads of sweat were rolling down his back, his backside went from pink, then to red, then to purple. But he kept has butt out, his back straight, and his eyes pointed at the same spot on the wall.

"Forty!" I said after the fortieth stroke of the paddle bounced off his butt.

"Thank you sir, may I have another? He asked.

I gave him a moment to both recover and anticipate, and delivered another ten strokes, counting each after it was given and giving him a moment to request another before delivering it.

"Fifty!" I said. The next strokes will be harder than the previous ones. Are you ready?

"Yes, sir, thank you sir," he replied without hesitating.

With all my strength, I delivered ten hard strokes starting at the top of his butt and ended just at the thighs.

"Sixty!" I declared.

He remained in position. Almost fighting to hold back tears, he asked "Thank you sir. May I have another?"

"No, slave. You've learned what will happen if you disobey me." I grabbed an ice bag that Mistress had used on me before and gently tended his bruises. "You may stand, slave," I ordered. "Take this ice pack and kneel in the corner in the dining room and wait for dinner to be served. You are in no condition to help right now." I handed him the ice pack and he curtseyed before me and hurried out of the room.

He was scared to cross me. As scared as I was of the electric controls that master and mistress held to my chastity device, and demonstrated their effectiveness and willingness to use them so unambiguously. I had demonstrated my willingness to give a serious spanking, which is quite a risk if I ever fall under his control again, I could expect similar treatment. But I wasn't going to let that happen. I finished up the lasagna, set the table with dishes for Mistress and Master at one end of the table and dishes for us slaves at the other.

Ready to announce that dinner was done, Mistress Kathy interrupted my train of thought, asking me, "how did giving a spanking feel?"

"The power felt good. Having been on the receiving end, I know what he was going through. You want the pain to stop, but to get through the punishment you need to endure the pain submissively. It's a powerful feeling. It's what we as submissive crave, but in the act of getting punished, it hurts. It messes with every instinct. It's a powerful experience. I just hope he's okay, that I didn't go to hard."

"He will be fine. The four of us have an important transition to make, and this was an important part. Come let's get Chris and Jack and let's enjoy this meal together," Mistress replied.

I finished up a few final things and we retired to the dining room.


Chapter VIII: Proposal in the Antechamber

I don't really know what was said over dinner. Kathy and Chris take the lead on conversation and Jack and I are only to speak if spoken to. I was proud of having dominated Jack so well. To be sitting at the dinner table with a yellow collar while he sat there wearing green was nothing short of spectacular. It was not an honor that I was going to lose without a fight. I liked being in charge too much.

That being said, Master Chris kept his remote to my belt to the right of his dinner plate, and occasionally would move it ever so slightly just to get my attention, but it worked. Every time his hand neared the controller, I was keenly aware, and I would try to watch without staring inappropriately. I could see the necklace Mistress Kathy was wearing had the only key to my chastity belt. Oh, the last time we had 'fun' with the belt off had been before Chris and Jack had moved in. Now I couldn't even touch myself. I might have been able to dominate Jack, but they had me dominated just the same.

After dinner I had Jack help me clear the table and wash the dishes. He did most of the work, but I knew that I was responsible for working too, so I lent a hand myself. As he washed the dishes, I couldn't help but stare at his beaten and bruised backside. He had taken quite a punishment, and did it so well. I was impressed.

Mistress came and tossed me a four foot chain leash and a pair of handcuffs, and told me to bend him over the wooden horse naked with his waste, arms, and legs strapped down in position.

"Let's go," I said, clicking the cuffs open and fastening them around each wrist. With an easy click, the leash was attached onto his collar, and with a slight tug, I was bringing him down to the basement.

The horse had been pulled into the center of the room, and I pulled off his jockstrap, fastened his legs with ankle cuffs attached to each of the legs to the wooden horse. Two straps hold the torso down, one right below the arms and the other right at the small of the back. A metal small chain gets attached to the collar holding the head in place. I undid the handcuffs, and spread each arm over the angular legs at the front of the wooden horse, locking each wrist in a cuff. I pulled the lighteners to make sure that he was well pinned down, and I inspected the bonds and was satisfied that he wasn't going anywhere.

I had spent time just like this on that horse. I have been spanked, caned, and had my ass trained with strapons of various shapes and sizes. I knew it all too well.

Master Chris came into the room, and surprised me with a jolt of electricity to groin.

"Cuffs," he ordered.

I grabbed the cuffs I had used on Jack and handed them to him.

He shocked me again, at a severe level, and I fell to my knees.

"Keys, slave," he demanded. "I shouldn't have had to ask."

He put a restraining belt around my waist and looped the handcuffs through the belt, cuffing my hands behind my back. He grabbed the leash, clipped it on, and I followed him up the stairs.

He led me to Mistress's antechamber. There was a long chain bolted to the wall and he locked it on to my collar and walked out of the room.

The room had a wardrobe, a sofa, a two full length mirrors, and a small table and chairs by a spacious bay window. This was where mistress got ready in the morning. It was her oasis, and I had only ever been invited in when helping her lace a corset or the rare occasion where my advice or help was being sought. This room (and her bedroom) was not part of my cleaning assignments and there was an unspoken rule that it was off limits to me without an invitation.

I waited, standing at first, but then sat on a chair within reach of the chain tethering me to the wall. It was hard to sit on an unpadded chair with my chastity belt, but I managed to find a comfortable position, and waited. Eventually Mistress walked through the door and I got up to stand out of respect.

"Please, sit," Mistress Kathy stated with a welcoming tone. "I have been very proud of the way that you have responded to me brining in Chris and Jack into the household. I want you to understand what my intentions are, how I'd like things to change, and what I would like to stay the same. Would that be okay with you?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

"Good. Well, as you can probably tell, Chris and Jack are partners and have been living a dominant submissive lifestyle for some time now. Chris is a pro. He even teaches kinky classes at some fetish events that are held in the area. That's where he and I met. He was running a support group of sorts, and we spent many evenings talking about what it means to be a master/mistress and what it means to our slaves.

"He suggested that I install that anklet to be able to keep track of you 24/7. I never told you about it, but there is a listen-in mode on the device that enables me to hear what is going on around you. I have been tracking your friends, your conversations, your travels, the websites you visit, and Chris and I spent many hours tracking you and learning a great deal about you."

Mistress moved next to me and continued. "You have a strong desire to submit and I have a strong desire to have you as my slave. I would like you to commit to this way of life once and forever.

"But there is a condition," she continued. "I would like you to "come out" as a submissive in public collaring ceremony where you pledge yourself to me in love as a husband and obedience as a slave. I am asking you to solemnize our relationship as a man and a woman and as a mistress and a slave."

Mistress unlocked the tethering chain from my collar. She came closer to me, put one knee on the ground, and spoke in a very soft tone. "I am asking you to marry me, for us to make a lifelong commitment to each other. But you must serve openly as my slave. You may respond however you like, and should not fear punishment."

I was stunned. I wasn't expecting it, while I was thrilled, the condition that I needed to bring be open about our relationship as mistress and slave would mean that every relationship I had would change forever. I would likely lose my job. But I loved her, and found my purpose in life as being at her side and in her service. There was only one thing for me to say.

"Mistress, I would love to marry you, and continue to serve you as your slave and servant for as long as I am able."

She pulled out a stainless steel collar, and asking me to turn around, placed it around my neck. It was a snug fit, but it was clearly sized to fit perfectly. A button on a remote triggered a locking mechanism in the back. A small o-ring at the front made it obvious that it was a slave collar. The small LEDs made it obvious that it was so much more complicated. This collar was my engagement ring. A sign of her love, and my commitment. I shined with pride.

Mistress pulled out some port, I poured us drinks, and we sat at the table and talked for a while.

"I hope you will be able to spend some nights in the bedroom, and not in the cell, but you will have to earn that privilege. Tonight is about you, and me, and the beginning of our future." She passed for a minute, then added, "let's go into the bedroom and have some fun."

That night the chastity belt never came off. They keys stayed on mistress's necklace, within my reach physically, but off-limits to me. I brought her to an orgasm with my tongue and fell asleep holding her in my embrace. We hadn't been this close in months. It was the best night's sleep I had in a long time. I ached for relief, but was content with her having the power to decide. I had ceded that power when I became her slave, and now I was consenting to that position for the rest of my life.

IX Getting Real Quickly

The alarm clock jostled me awake, and mistress and I made our way together into the bathroom. She gave me a toothbrush, and I brushed my teeth while she used the toilet. We changed positions, and I sat myself on the toilet and relieved my bladder through the chastity belt. She started the shower, and invited me to join her.

She motioned for me to kneel in front of her, and led my mouth to her vagina, and I licked her thighs before focusing on her clitoris. She eventually came to an orgasm and motioned for me to stop and stand. I passed her the shampoo, the conditioner, the soap. I eventually shampooed myself and she allowed me to get under the water to rinse off. She attached the cleaning tool to my chastity belt, and a stream of warm water rushed in the penis chamber. She eventually turned off the water, and we dried off.

What could be a more pleasant start to the day than this! Mistress had me begin the cleanup routine for Slave Jack: 30 minutes to get him cleaned up and out-the-door. She tossed me the keys to his restraints and I headed downstairs.

I opened the cell door, and found jack strapped spread-eagled on the top cot. It was a position that I was quite used to sleeping in, and I assume, by this point, Jack was as well. I undid his restraints, legs first, followed by arms, and escorted him to the shower facility.

He had wetted his diaper, which I removed from him almost clinically and dropped in the trash. Disgusting. He walked voluntarily in the shower stall and I hosed him down, soaped him, and hosed him clean. He followed me to the changing area, and we both shaved and put on our suits to dress for another days work. We walked upstairs together, and knelt by the door waiting for permission to leave.

It was a morning routine which we had done quite often. Only this time, I was in charge, and I was feeling high from mistress's proposal, our night together, and a better understanding of where this whole Master Chris/Slave Jack fit into her plans. I was back on top.

Mistress walked up to us. She was wearing a shiny black corset, black stockings, a long velvet leather skirt and 5" heels. She undid Slave Jack's green collar, and held it in her hand. She walked toward me, and looked right at me.

"I am surprised to see you ready for work. I figured you would want some time before you were to go out and face the world in your new position." She paused, adding, "I didn't make all the needed preparations, and I was planning on having some fun with you today. But, okay, let's do it."

She paused again. "Okay. Go. Both of you." She motioned sternly for us to leave.

Jack bolted out giving a little respectful dip and bow on his way. I stayed there kneeling, a little frustrated that she gave me the order to go, but hadn't removed the new metal collar. I grew the courage to remind her.

"Maim, I need you to remove my collar before I can go," I stammered.

"That is your engagement collar, slave. You wear it proudly. You show it to your friends. You show it to your boss. It is a symbol of my love and it is a symbol of your obedience!"

"But Mistress, if I go to work like a freak, I'll get fired. This needs to stay out of the office," I pleaded.

She pulled out my chastity belt controller, turned it up to the second highest setting, and threatened, "you walk out of this house go straight to work, you go right into your boss's office, you show him your engagement collar, and you come out as a slave to a loving, but unforgiving mistress. You tell him that you must wear the collar, but that it won't impact your work. Understood, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." I stood, curtseyed, and waked out. Out of sight from the house, I pushed down the metal collar and hid it as well as I could under my shirt collar, and continued toward the train to Manhattan.

As I was just settling into a seat, a starling "ding" sounded from my collar, and then an automated voice spoke, "Parameters updated. Perimeter geo fence set to 'commute', speed restrictions 'off', listen-in mode 'activated', curfew set to 2:00 p.m., chastity belt status 'connected, belt locked,' discipline 'ready', setting 'low.'"

It clearly had gotten the attention of those around me. I was flush with embarrassment, and stammered something like "I am sorry," and sat there trying to think of an excuse. Not knowing what else to say, I got up and walked into another train car.

I finally made my way to my destination, and I headed straight to my desk. I logged in to my computer and I began attending to a few e-mails before the trading desk was to open and the commotion that was Wall Street would begin. The collar 'dinged' and announced, "Parameters updated. Perimeter geo fence set to 'work', chastity belt status 'connected, belt locked,' discipline 'ready', setting 'medium.'"

The phone rang. It was mistress on the other end of the line.

"How did the news sit with the boys?" mistress asked.

"I haven't told anybody yet."

"I know. I am listening and monitoring every move. You have 15 minutes until the opening bell. I suggest you tell your boss beforehand. Who knows? They might want to escort you straight out of the building. Whatever they do to you will not be worse than what will happen if you don't show your boss your collar in the next fifteen minutes."

"Maim, please, don't make me do this," I pleaded.

She hung up the phone.

The collar dinged again and announced the consequences of my disobedience. "Parameters updated. Slave demoted, status equals 'green,' curfew set to '1:00 p.m.', chastity belt status 'connected, belt locked,' discipline '30 seconds', setting 'medium'.

The belt dinged again, and I fell to the floor as it activated the electric shocker in my chastity belt. The current continued for thirty seconds. As I neared unconsciousness, the chastity belt turned off the shocker. I breathed heavily. I was drenched in sweat.

An e-mail came in. It was from Mistress. Subject line "14 minutes..." The message body was empty.

This was going to be a firing for the history books.

I walked into my boss's office. "Terri, can I have a minute?"

"Yes, what's up?"

"Well. I have news, personal news."

"Is everything okay? You look like you are about to faint," she commented.

"No everything is fine. It's just, well, Kathy and are engaged."

"Congratulations! How did you propose?"

"Well. I didn't exactly. She proposed to me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. We kind of have that kind of relationship where she is in charge. I wouldn't want it any other way."

"I always took as the alpha male type. Taking the back seat to your girl doesn't fit well around here. Heck, it men in this place can barely accept my authority just because I am a female, and I can fire pretty much anybody on a whim."

"No, it's more than taking a 'back seat to my girl.' She's my mistress."

"Ha! You like to get spanked?"

"Not really. It's a complete lifestyle thing. I have to obey her every command, or I am punished. If I am good, I am rewarded. I like the simplicity of being her collared slave."

"You're really serious about this, aren't you?"

"Yes. I am. I've committed myself to her service."

"Why are you telling me all this? Is she asking you to quit? You have been a good asset here. I'd hate to see you go."

"She's not asking me to quit, but you will probably need to let me go. Mistress has only asked that I live our relationship openly. That I not hide the fact that I am a collared slave."

I pulled down my shirt collar and exposed the metal band. "It's my engagement ring. And it must have cost her a fortune. It is computer controlled, and enables her to control me in ways that she never could have before."

"Wow. That's a lot to take in. Tuck that collar back in your shirt. Let's talk after the closing bell. Have your fiancée call me. I need to understand what is going on from a female perspective."

"Sure Terri; thank you for being so understanding."

I walked out of my boss's office, a little stunned that it went as well as it did. I attended to a few e-mails, and then got to work. Things were busy as usual, and I pretty quickly put my embarrassment behind me and focused on my job. It would be several hours before I even thought about that conversation.

At 12:30 Terri walked over to my desk. "I am surprised you are still here."

"You thought I would just quit and leave du e to embarrassment? Well. The thought crossed my mind."

"You're not quitting, you're coming back here tomorrow, but things will be a little different for you. But, it's 12:45 and you have a 1:00 curfew. We're you not paying attention to your collar? Kathy told me all about it. Why don't you come into my office and take your punishment in private. I don't want to disrupt the traders."

"Yes, maim; thank you maim," I instinctively replied. Now even more embarrassed, I sauntered off into her office and waited.

At 1:00 the collar began buzzing loudly. "Curfew violation. Punishment mode automatic. Discipline '30 seconds', setting 'high', repeat '5 times', pause interval '15 seconds."

Within seconds my chastity belt came alive and pushed juice though my private parts and my abdomen with the ferocity of a police Taser. I fell to the ground and wiggled in pain before the electricity stopped. Fifteen seconds later it started again. The collar buzzing, me screaming in pain, but to the outside world, there was no way of knowing what is going on.

After the third of five intervals, Terri checked in on me, asking "Are you okay?"

"Yes, maim."

The collar began buzzing again and for the next 30 seconds, my brain knew nothing other than absolute pain. The pain stopped, I breathed heavily, but before I could begin to catch my breath the fifth and final interval began.

The collar dinged again. "Automatic immobilization enforced. Slave. Assume command position and wait for pickup. Failure to assume or remain in position will result in discipline."

I got down on the ground in my boss's office and assumed 'command position' placing my hands, nose, elbows, knees, and toes onto the ground. I could smell that I hadn't controlled my bladder during my punishment. I had wetted myself and was now immobilized by a computer on the floor of my boss's office. If they wanted to fire me, they now certainly had cause.

The computer wouldn't let me move. I held command position for six hours before I heard mistress speaking with Terri. They worked out a few details beyond the reach of my ears.

"Slave! Stand up." Mistress commanded. "What am I doing here in New York City collecting you from your boss's custody? What you're wet? Toss your close in the trash now. Now slave."

I pulled off my shirt and tie, my undershirt, my socks and shoes, and then pulled off my trousers, revealing my metal chastity briefs. I tossed my urine soaked clothes in the waste can in Terri's office.

"I got his new uniform. This is what he will wear tomorrow," Terri said to Mistress. She handed me a low cut pink tunic and a pair of pink pants. They were nurses' scrubs. Not Wall Street wear.

I put on the clothes, mistress attached a leash to my collar, and we headed for her car.

"Courtesy to your boss, and apologize to Miss Terri for the mess," Mistress commanded.

"Sorry Miss Terri," I replied, and dipped to the ground in a courtesy for the annals of embarrassment.

Mistress led me out of the building, down the block, and into the back seat of the car.

Jack was also waiting in the back. "Cuff him and buckle up," Mistress commanded. She tossed a pair of hinged handcuffs, and short chained shackles, and headed toward the drivers' seat, started the car, and began to drive us home.


Chapter X: Servant to Four

After I was taken home that night, I was taken straight to my cell. Jack had dinner with Mistress and Master, while I sat in the dimly lit chamber. Eventually, a blended soup of whatever they had eaten was placed in my cell and I eventually finished the calories I was given.

Instead of the usual practice where I am diapered, gagged, and restrained to the bed spread-eagled, at a certain point my collar put me in a 'silent mode' and setup a perimeter restriction around my bunk. The collar kept me silent, it kept me restricted to my bed, it had full over me. Well, mistress had full control over me with her remote control.

In the morning, mistress opened the cell door and activated a mode on my collar that talked me through the morning routine, showering, dressing, and kept me at the door waiting in my pink scrubs for mistress to issue 'commute mode' and then 'work mode'. I followed the commands step-by-step with little ability to resist for fear that the computer would put me into 'discipline mode.' Eventually I was out the door and on my way to the office.

Usually I travelled to work in a suit, confident that I have a good well-paying job. Today, was far from normal. Jack was nowhere to be seen as was Master Chris. The only human contact I had between waking up walking to the train was when Mistress unlocked the cell door.

I normally would have been happy to be alone, but I could have used a friend on the train. My collar stood out in the low cut pink scrubs. The green glow in the center of the collar (showing my now demoted rank) called attention to my collar. There is no anonymity of crowds when wearing pink scrubs and a collar.

I walked into the office building and collar announced that it was in 'work mode.'

Terri met me in the lobby.

"I took the liberty of packing your things. You will have one hour to explain your new status to the team and then confinement to your new cubical will begin. Your new title is 'special assistant' and you will be the floor's errand boy. You will be confined to your cubical except when performing an errand. My secretary and I will be the only two people who can give you permission to leave the cubical. Your eagerness to perform and the quality of your work will play into your evaluation. Do a good job, and you won't even get a cut in pay. Do a half-assed job and you will be sent home with a letter of demerit after a period of detention in the office. Oh, and one last thing, I understand you are supposed to courtesy before your superiors as a sign of respect? That will be expected of you as well."

I followed Terri up the floor, and walked toward my cubical designed to keep me in plain view at all times in the center of the room.

For the next hour, I had some of the most awkward conversations in my life. I walked in my cubical humiliated to a level I could not imagine. When I sat down in my chair, the collar announced 'cubical mode' and I knew the perimeter fence would keep me confined to the cubical. I opened my email and read a message from Terri to the department saying that effective immediately, all of my responsibilities had been reassigned and that I was available full time assist with anybody's errands or assignments. I sat down, covered my eyes, and cried.

"There's no point in getting too comfortable," Jessica, Terri's secretary, interrupted my moment of self-pity. "Go around the office and take down Starbucks orders then fulfill and deliver them. This is how you will start each day."

"Yes maim," I replied. The collar announced that it was in 'errand mode', and I was free to roam the floor, asking all 50 of my coworkers (45 of whom were men) what I could bring them from Starbucks.

Jessica was able to toggle the collar between 'errand mode' and 'cubical mode' and set time limits for each, but that seemed to be the extent of her access. Jessica could e-mail Mistress Kathy to setup some other settings or even remotely discipline me if she wanted to. Occasionally, my ability to speak ('silent mode') would be toggled, but that seemed to come from my mistress.

That day, I was put through more indignities that I could count. I was made to clean the urinals twice, ran to the shipping room a dozen times, and helped out with myriad secretarial tasks that the secretaries didn't want to do. I was not allowed time for lunch. After ten hours of humiliation and embarrassment, I was sent home to report to my mistress my assessment of my performance. Jessica's assessment had already been delivered.

When I came home, Mistress Kathy was waiting for me. Not to punish me, but to reward me for assimilating so well. "Let's go on a date tonight," mistress offered. "Downstairs first."

We walked downstairs and I was strapped to the hoist and arms were pulled above my head. Mistress produced the key to the chastity belt and unlocked the belt.

My collar dinged. "Security warning. Chastity belt status 'connected, belt unlocked.' Enter authorization override." A loud and rapid beeping started, I guessed a countdown before an alarm was to activate.

Mistress pressed a few buttons on her controller, and the sound stopped. She removed the chastity belt and put it to the side. She produced a small cock ring and locked it to the base of my penis. My collar dinged. "Ring Shocker paired. Ring status 'connected, locked,' discipline '60 seconds', setting 'escalating', starting level 'low'."

Mistress pressed a button and lowered the hoist chain. "You need to understand that this shocker can produce as much pain as your chastity belt. Don't test it."

She removed the cuffs from each wrist. Saying "I don't want you talking back," she pressed a couple of buttons on her controller and my collar announced that I was in silent mode.

"Bend over and grab your ankles," she ordered. Not being able to protest, I bent over and held my ankles. I felt some pressure against my rectum and she slid in a rather large butt plug. She took her chastity belt key and inserted it into the plug opening a mechanism that expanded the inside of the plug so that there was no way to remove it in the expanded position. It stretched me open as far as could be maintained for a long time. She remover the key locking the metal plug inside me.

The collar dinged. "Butt Plug Shocker paired. Plug status 'connected, locked,' Ring status 'connected, locked', discipline '30 seconds', setting 'escalating', starting level 'low'."

"Go or the shower, jerk off, and meet me upstairs in position at the door fully dressed for going somewhere nice. It's been a while and I don't want too much built up energy."

I curtseyed, ran to the shower, and in minutes, brought myself to orgasm. I washed myself off well, with cold water, and rubbed my hands over the cock ring and butt plugs. Just thinking that plug was locked inside of me made me hard. I grabbed my cock and I pumped myself dry. Damn did it feel good to do that! But fresh off two orgasms, I quickly tired of the massive plug inside of me, and just thinking I would need to go out in public and walk with it in, sit down with it in, carry on a conversation with it in, drove me crazy. Maybe I shouldn't have had the second organism. Without sexual drive, being dominated can be quite frustrating.

I have a very minimal wardrobe, but I was able to assemble a dress shirt, a jacket, and a pair of black trousers. My slave collar showed through the unbuttoned shirt, but I figured that mistress would enjoy that. Having gone through the experience at work, showing off my collar to everybody, and parading about in pink scrubs, had already dulled me to the feeling of embarrassment.

Heading upstairs I saw Master Chris escorting Jack down the steps completely naked with his hands cuffed behind his back and his legs in shackles.

"Enjoy your date tonight," Master Chris said to me. "You'll be having more fun that this guy tonight," he added.

"Thank you sir," I replied, forgetting that Mistress had put me in silent mode.

Both the ring and plug drove deep shocks into me, and I fell to the floor in pain as the collar announced "Silent mode violation. Punishment automatic." When the shock stopped 30 seconds later, the collar announced that it had automatically escalated the punishment setting to medium.

"I guess you should learn to respect your parameters better," Master Chris commented and then walked off to bend Jack over a restraining bench.

I continued and waited upstairs. Mistress met me at the door, and dropped and we drove out for our date. She drove us to a nearby restaurant where she had a reservation for a table at a booth, and we sat in the back.

The waiter looked at me to take an order of wine, and zeroed right in on my collar. Unable to speak with my collar on silent mode, mistress ordered a bottle of wine for the two of us. Waiting for the wine to come, she leaned toward me.

"Before I let you speak, I want to talk. You need to learn more than to take direction from me privately; you need to get comfortable publically communicating that you take your direction from me. If the server looks at you and asks you what you want to eat, you should make it clear that your mistress orders for you. If the server asks you how the food was, you motion to your mistress to reply. If he still asks you whether you would like the check, you reply that it is up to your mistress."

She continued, "I want to see being 'out' about our relationship second nature. I want you to show your submission, live in your submission, and celebrate your submission. I don't want you to submit only out of fear of the total control your collar gives me."

"Which leads me to the final thing I need to say," she added. "I was proud with how you came out to your co-workers today. I am going to reward you with freedom from the chastity belt for a while. But don't get the misimpression that having the belt off entitles you to fuck around. You are my submissive, and I have given Chris, Jack, and Jessica full control over you. When I am not around you treat them as your owner. You are a 'servant to four', and unless, or until, I change that arraignment, you will show them all the respect that you have grown accustomed to showing me."

Mistress looked down. The collar dinged, and announced. "Silent mode 'off.'"

"Any questions," Mistress inquired?

"No mistress," I replied.

The waiter came over. "May I get you started with an appetizer" he asked.

"Please sir," I replied, "my mistress is in charge of that." I motioned to Mistress Kathy who then proceeded to order a feast. She picked my entrée, and later, my dessert.

We had a great meal. We talked, laughed, and had a good time, but never for one moment was I free to pretend that I was able to order from a waiter, and never for one moment was I confused as to who was in charge. Before we left, mistress reactivated 'silent mode' so that she could drive home in quiet.

Everything had changed in my life, but that night, collared, controlled, and thoroughly dominated, I couldn't have been happier.


Chapter XI: The New Normal

It's amazing how quickly you can grow accustomed to things. I went from having a causal relationship with a domme to a complete slave, out at work and with my friends. I went from having a management position at work to reporting to a secretary as her errand boy. My main intrigue each day was whether I would be locked in a chastity belt or whether I would wear the electric cock ring, whether I would have my butt plugged with that fierce electric plug or whether I would be free to use the restroom, and whether I would sleep by my mistress's side or be locked up out of the way in the cell at night.

Jack was given the yellow collar for a few months, and then transitioned up to the black collar. Once he transitioned up, he was given his own room, and rarely slept in the cell with me. Beyond the anklet and an occasional stint in a chastity tube when Chris wanted to keep him horny, he never wore any of the electronic control gear that controlled me.

Part of me was glad that I had the short chance to top him, it was a rush. I miss the power that I had as I tanned his backside with sixty hard strokes; marks he must have carried with him for weeks. I am a submissive by heart, but I am also competitive, and it's nice to come out on top of a competition - if only briefly.

He clearly didn't forget that spanking either. Several times, I found myself being asked to fetch and hand him the paddle in order to receive a similar treatment that I had dished out that time. After a good spanking, it hurts even to sit down for a couple of days. I had many of those days.

Jessica had me decorate a paddle, which she kept hung in her office, but she never used it for anything but the symbolism. If she needed of show her power over me, a quick email went out to mistress and I was on the floor in tears as a punishment routine was broadcast through my collar to whatever control devices I was wearing. There was no stopping the pain that the computerized collar would announce and deliver with robotic detachment and lack of empathy.

One time, I was put in 'command position' toward the end of the day, and they all cleared out of the office with me spread out with my nose parked to the floor to the floor. That night every time I tried to move so much as an inch, I was punished with an escalating sequence of pain. I stayed there frozen, unable to move or sleep, for twelve hours before everybody returned to the office the next day and mistress released the program.

Ironically, the men in the office didn't seem to mind as much as I thought they would. Once they learned that it was for real, and not some play 'spank me' thing they started warming up and played along, creating all sorts of menial errands to keep me busy and humiliated throughout the day.

Master Chris warmed up to me too. He had direct access to my collar, and used that control to set and enforce expectations. Eventually, he taught me to cook to his standards, and stopped being so critical of me once I showed a willingness to respect him as an unequivocal master (second only to my mistress).

Occasionally, either Mistress Kathy or Master Chris would bring temporary slaves into the household. They typically played in the dungeon-only and kept me out of it, but there would be the occasional time where I would be pulled into a scene and tied up along-side one of the slaves, and the occasion where they would be housed in the cell with me. One time, there was a party where they had at least a dozen masters and slaves over, and I found myself sharing the cell with six other guys. One of the group of guys, a more frequent visitor, had earned a yellow collar and took charge of sorting out who sleeps where, and made me sleep by the toilet, laying there awake as pee would occasionally miss and splash on my face. That being said, I enjoyed the company, even if mixed with the occasional indignity. Slaves enjoy a little indignity from time-to-time.

Things were going well. I had never before had so little control over my own life, but I had never before been so content with it either.


Chapter XII: Bachelor Night Out

If I had ever been tested, it paled in comparison to the night of my bachelor party.

I had spent most of the day in my cell spread-eagled on my cot, trying to use the boredom to sleep, but I couldn't. I had already had a good night's sleep in mistress's bedroom. To make matters worse, I really needed to use the bathroom, but wasn't given the chance before being taken to the cell and tied up to the bed.

For several hours I fought the urge, but then nature took over, and I soiled the diaper with a foul smelling mess that I couldn't clean up or get away from. Eventually, I added about a gallon of urine into the mix. The diaper amazingly did its job, and saved me from making a mess, but it did little to stop the smell. I laid there from 8:00 in the morning until the bachelor party gang came to get me at 5:00 p.m.

"Fuck. He shitted his diaper," Jack shouted out to the guys. They laughed. "It wouldn't be the first time either," he added to a resounding chorus of laughter. Obviously frustrated, calling back saying "this is so gross," Jack undid my straps, stuffed a gag in my mouth, pulled a cloth bag over my head, and led me out with a leash past a continuing laughs from the bachelor party. The diaper dragged deep below my crotch advertising the ignominy of the mess I had created.

I felt several guys bend me over a trestle, remove my diaper, and hose me down. They scrubbed my ass clean with a toilet brush saying that's what I deserved. Eventually, the process was followed with a soapy enema, followed by the locking butt plug, followed by the chastity belt (talk about overkill).

Jack undid my restraints.

"Let's go boy," Jack said as he pulled on my leash. He removed the bag that was blindfolding me, and I was in a center of a circle of guys, most of whom were friends and acquaintances from the BDSM world.

"This will be your last night of freedom, literally. Let's make it count."

"Let's," I replied.

"But first, your mistress has given me a new toy for the night." He took out a controller to my collar.

The collar dinged. "System on. Boot sequence in progress. Paired devices: 'chastity belt,' 'plug' detected. Chastity belt status 'connected, belt locked,' Plug status 'connected,' 'locked.'"

Jack keyed a few more entries. The collar announced, "Parameters updated. Program mode 'bachelor night challenge,' listen-in mode 'activated', curfew set to 4:00 a.m., discipline 'ready', setting 'escalating' starting level 'medium.'"

"'Warning. Bachelor Night Challenge program cannot be terminated once activated. Wearer must complete each challenge or be punished until challenge is complete. This program can only be initiated by owner."

Jack grabbed my leash and dragged me upstairs. He left the controller on the kitchen table, and he walked me outside toward a parked limo. I was naked, but for the chastity belt I was wearing and, of course, the collar around my neck. We piled into the back of the limo, the driver closed the door, and we were off to wherever we were going. We enjoyed champagne in the back, and prepared for a night out.

While we were on the road, my collar dinged again. "Bachelor Night Challenge has been approved by owner and is currently running."

"Welcome to your bachelor night challenge. You will meet each challenge or you will be punished. You will then be given another chance to complete the challenge or you will be punished. This process will repeat in perpetuity until all five challenges are completed."

We arrived at our destination, an S&M club in the city. Before we got out of the limo, I got my first challenge.

"Challenge One: 'Dance on Bar for 60 minutes; time to complete 70 minutes.' Silent mode 'enforced.'"

I had 10 minutes to get in the club, get permission to dance on the bar, and I couldn't speak. I looked at a couple of the guys hoping that they would help me out, but there was no help there.

Inside, I passed a note to the bar tender that I couldn't speak, but needed to see a manager. It took about five minutes for her to come out, but a quick note asking if I could provide some dancing entertainment got me the approval I needed. She took me to the back, got me a pair of clean shoes (boots) to wear.

She let me jump up on the bar and dance wearing nothing but the boots, the chastity belt, and my collar. The DJ announced that I was the entertainment for an hour, and then played fast tunes for me to dance to.

The club was host to both gay and straight men and women, so there were equal numbers of eyes enjoying the show as there were those who wanted to see nothing of it. It was a friendly environment. People enjoyed staring at the metal chastity belt and for those who had the view, the metal plug that was visible just beyond the rear opening. I enjoyed being part of the entertainment. When my sixty minutes were up, the collar announced "Challenge One completed successfully."

I didn't want to step down. But the collar had a different idea.

"Challenge Two: 'Get two guests at the club to lock your legs, arms, and neck locked in the stocks and pillory. Do not use anybody from the wedding party. Time to complete 10 minutes.' Silent mode 'off.'"

I saw the pillory in the back and headed towards it. It was made of a dark wood, and was completely adjustable, but completely confining. The neck went through a hole in the center and the arms were held to the side. A padded stand came to the waist and held the back horizontal. Each foot was spread apart and was locked into a wooden box that, when closed and locked, held its captive in a very restrictive and vulnerable pose.

I saw a beautiful domminatrix wearing a black latex cat suit standing near the pillory. She was using a short whip on the back of a naked man strapped to a saint andrews cross nearby as some of her friends watched and cheered me on.

I approached her. "Excuse me maim," I said and curtseyed out of respect.

"Yes," she said as she turned around looking clearly exasperated by my interruption.

"Maim, I am marrying my mistress tomorrow, but first I need to complete five challenges. The first was to dance on the bar, the second is to get somebody to lock me into the stockade. Would you please lock me up?" She let me finish my elevator pitch, and then stopped me.

"If I had a dollar for every man in this bar who asked me to lock him up or spank him, I'd be retired by now. I suggest you ask a pro domme, and leave the ladies here out of your game. It's really a pathetic way to meet women," she said dismissing me.

I was about to debate with her, but I had been trained better than that. I curtseyed deeply, said, "thank you maim" and began to walk away.

"Slave, wait," the domme called out. "I like that you weren't pushy. I'll give you one of my boys to do the duty." She turned to one of her friends, motioned for him to come, and he walked over. She had a sidebar with him, and resumed the flogging she was giving the naked man on the cross.

Her slave took me by the arm and walked with me over to the stocks. He locked my legs in the stocks first, and placed my head and wrists in the pillory and brought it down and locked it shut.

The collar announced "Challenge Two completed successfully."

The collar dinged. "Challenge Three: Suppressed from slave; time to complete 20 minutes. Silent mode 'on.'"

I was held firm in the pillory. I could hear some sound behind me, and felt a gag being inserted into my mouth. The gag was buckled behind my head. It had a large hold in the center, which kept my jaw open wide, but didn't impede my ability to breathe. A hood was pulled over my head, plunging me into darkness. The hood was laced tightly.

I was held firm in the wooden pillory. I must have been left there for a while, breathing through the tube gag, and bracing myself against the wooden frame that held me in such an uncomfortable pose. I tied to close off the hole at first to stop drool from flowing from my mouth, but my tongue tired in the futile endeavor and I began to drool onto the floor.

All of a sudden I heard the sound of wind breaking in the air and a whip landed clear across my back. I was glad to have been gagged, as it was the only thing that stopped me from screaming out at the top of my lungs. The whip made its sound again and fell onto my back. I trashed against the pillory, but I was firmly held captive, and I couldn't get out of the whip's reach.

Just when I thought I would do anything for it to stop, I felt a warm deep object get inserted into the gag. At first I thought it was an inflatable ball, but it kept going deep into my throat until I gagged and gave the strongest dry heave I could with gag holding my mouth open and the hood holding my jaw tight. My tongue felt around the new intruder, and it was unmistakably a thick cock shoved deep into my mouth.

The cock pulled out slightly and pushed back in. I tried to push it off with my tongue, but it was much stronger. The face fucking I was getting was quite rhythmic and unending. I eventually used my tongue not to fight off the intruder, but to caress and excite it.

I was giving my first blow job. I worked his cock with my tongue as pounded my face with ever growing ferocity. I never thought of myself as the kind of guy who would work a cock simply if put in front of him, but my training had taught me that I would comply one way or another, it was just a matter of how much pain I would feel before I did.

It wasn't as bad as I would have thought either. I felt his cock pulsate, and then his warm load splattered around my mouth and pooled on my tongue. He pulled out slowly. I could not swallow with the way the gag held my mouth open and the slimy mixture joined with my saliva and drooled onto the floor.

The collar dinged. "Challenge Three completed successfully."

The collar announced after another ding, "Challenge Four: suppressed from slave; time to complete 40 minutes. Silent mode 'on.'"

The blindfold came off. I was blinded at first by the light, but then began to adjust. Jack removed the gag that held my mouth open. My collar still kept me in silent mode, so there wasn't much use for the gag anyway. He gave me a drink from a water bottle and I cleaned the cum from my mouth.

"Line up boys," Jack called out. The wedding party lined up in front of me. "I believe the wedding boy has some wedding favors to give you all," he shouted back to the guys, but did so clearly for the benefit of dominating me. He then whispered in my ear, "do a good job, or you will feel many times more pain than you think you can handle."

It was much harder for me to give a blow job with me being able to see and having full use of my mouth. The gag simply gave me fewer choices. There was a cock in my mouth. I needed to pleasure it. I did. Now, I was staring at the cock and I needed to open my mouth and take it in out of my own volition.

I opened my mouth and swallowed the cock, working my lips all the way down the shaft until the pubic hair started to stick in my mouth. The taste of the hair along with the fullness of the penis made me gag slightly. I tried to move off the penis, but he held it in place and made we work through the gagging sensation without the chance for relief.

This set a power dynamic. I was given freedom, but paradoxically, my freedom was limited to doing exactly what he wanted. I only became free by adhering to his wants. I worked as hard as I could to get him to orgasm into my mouth. I worked at it as earnestly as I could until his cum exploded and hit the back of my throat.

He stepped away, and the next guy stepped forward. I sucked off cock, after cock, as each of the men in my wedding party walked away with a present. After the fourth orgasm in forty minutes the collar announced that I had completed my fourth and penultimate challenge.

They left me in the stocks for a couple of hours. The fifth challenge required me to stay in one of the clubs holding cells overnight. Once the club hit closing time there was no leaving, but the wedding party somehow managed to make their exit before it was too late.

I spent that night locked in a holding cell, watching club goers enjoy a night of play and partying. I sat there with the taste of cum in my mouth left to ponder the evening and my wedding and collaring party the next day.

I began to wonder, who would come to release me from this cell anyway. Even if somebody here were to unlock the cell door, I needed permission from the collar before I could step out. Everybody else here was either a master or a slave. I was here alone. Surely they wouldn't keep me locked up until the wedding. Would they? I was quite trapped, and fell asleep in trepidation over that feeling.


Chapter XIV: Wedding Day

As morning came, the club began to empty of its overnighters, but I was still behind the metal door. A woman came up to me.

"Are you Jason?" she asked.

"Yes, maim," I replied.

"Your mistresses name?"

"Mistress Kathy, maim."

"And your master?"

"Master Chris, maim," I replied frustrated that I had to admit to severing a master.

"Who else do you serve or should I say service?" she asked with a content chuckle, sensing that she had succeeded in pushing my buttons and that she knew the answers already.

"Slave Jack, maim, and, if you asking, the men in my wedding party last night."

"I know; I was here last night and saw everything. How would you like to get out of that cell?" she asked.

"I would love to maim, but my collar has me restricted to it, so that even if you open the door, I still can't leave."

"I can do more than that, but if I open this door and turn off your collar, you need to promise me that you won't run away."

"Of course, maim. I'll do whatever you ask of me," I replied, eager to be released from confinement.

The she unlocked and opened the cell door. She produced a key and asked me to turn around. She inserted a key and unlocked my chastity belt.

My collar dinged. "Security warning. Chastity belt status 'connected, belt unlocked.' Enter authorization override."

She must have entered an override code because the alert stopped and I wasn't punished by the collar for an unauthorized release.

She then unlocked my butt plug. The collar dinged again requesting authorization, and again it was provided. She tuned the wheel and brought it back to its normal size, and pulled on the plug. I pushed and it popped out with a loud forceful pop. Finally, she unlocked and removed my collar, leaving me completely naked and uncontrolled for the first time since Kathy had invited Chris and Jack to move in.

The woman gave me a pair of shorts, a tank top, and shoes, and allowed me to dress. She introduced herself as a longtime friend of Mistress Kathy, and that I could call her "Lady Susan," and that she would help get me ready for my big day.

Lady Susan was a stunning woman. She was perfectly proportioned and carried herself with tremendous confidence. She was wearing very plain clothing with sneakers, jeans, and a white top, but she was so good looking, she made them look special.

She took me to a wash area, and we chatted casually as I cleaned my metallic devices. She asked me about my butt plug, which I had never really had the opportunity to study, and we learned that it was basically a battery surrounded by a ton of metal safety shielding, with a radio receiver toward the base of the plug, and several electrodes toward the head. The plug would open four clover like leaves that would expand to make removal impossible. A cylindrical lock would then lock the leaves open locking the plug (and its electrodes) in place.

The chastity belt was a retrofitted Latowski belt (if you know the maker you know exactly what my belt looks like). It was as smooth as a shiny pair of men's briefs and encased the penis and butt with a smooth sheet of metal. When the halves are locked together it tightly holds the penis downward and in a plastic chamber. The belt was retrofitted to hold a serious battery and keep several electrical leads against my penis, scrotum, and balls.

The collar was a beautiful piece of equipment. Not only did it control the other two devices via a built in computer, but it had two shocking electrodes of its own. A GPS chip, microphone, and pulse reader helped feed the computer the data needed to operate. The collar was locked via an electromagnetic lock, and also had a physical lock as a backup. The LED light in the front center glowed with the color indicating its wearer's rank status. The color indicator would blink when one of the devices needed to be recharged. Failure to recharge before it got too low would result in punishment.

These devices were amazing in both their looks and their capabilities to control and restrain. Freshly washed they looked better than they did since they were first installed.

Lady Susan put them into a carrying container that was made to hold the collar, the chastity belt, the butt plug, the separate cock ring I wear when the belt is off, and a couple of pairs of handcuffs and leg irons. She grabbed a duffel bag and asked me to carry the container, and I walked out of the S&M club more than twelve hours after I entered the night before.

We went to a spa, where I got a massage, a facial, a manicure, a body waxing (ouch), and another massage. It was nice to be able to enjoy some hedonism for a change. But, I knew this pampering was simply the precursor to a greater design for the wedding, the arrangements for which I had been kept in the dark.

Lady Susan and I then went across the street to a barbershop where I got my hair trimmed and my face shaved with a straight razor. I then accompanied Lady Susan to a hairdresser and waited in the waiting area as she got her hair styled.

The idea of a public wedding and collaring ceremony scared me. I was fine with playing mistress/submissive, but having it take over my life was another thing in its entirety. During our engagement I had to have many conversations where I 'came out' as a submissive.

We eventually ended up at the hotel where the wedding ceremony would take place. Lady Susan followed me into the room.

"Okay, here is how the ceremony will go. You will enter the room and walk down the aisle to meet your waiting mistress. There will be no restraints. No threats of punishment. You are free to decide what you want to do. I am the officiant, and I will explain what it means to be a mistress and a slave, what it means to be a husband and a wife. Ms. Kathy will utter her vows first. You will need to listen carefully to what you are agreeing. You must vow your obedience as a slave and your commitment as a husband."

She continued, "once you vow to serve as an obedient slave, you will do a traditional exchange of rings. I will pronounce you as married. Your wife will then get the microphone, she will describe each piece of equipment and order to you put on your control equipment. You will voluntarily obey her commands."

"From that point forward you will gain a beautiful wife who loves you and gives you the authority you need. But it will not be an easy life. You will have given up all control. There will be times where you a tired, but you must obey. There will be times where you will be embarrassed, but you must obey. There will be times where you be sick, but you must obey. This is a one way relationship. Until the day you die, you will have committed to being a slave."

With that, Lady Susan finished her speech. "Does this sound doable, Jason?"

"Yes, Lady Susan, it does," I replied, knowing that it was going to be a tough evening to get through.

"I almost forgot," Lady Susan added reaching into a bag she had carried in with her, here is the outfit that you will be wearing as you walk down the aisle."

She handed me a white biketard, a dance belt to help reduce my male profile, and a medium sized butt plug.

"Get started on the shower, and I will join you there in a few minutes and we can get started on your enema," Lady Susan added enjoying the power. "It's important that you be clean."


Chapter XV: The Wedding

I had become so used to wearing a lot of metal hardware. Even with the plug I had in my ass and the tight clothing around me, I felt quite naked not having a collar around my neck or a chastity belt around my penis. I was free to go wherever I wanted, just for a short time, and I decided that I would use my freedom to take a brisk walk. I didn't care that I looked like a lost dancer or something weird, I just enjoyed being able to walk outside of the hotel without worrying about geo fences and perimeter restrictions and curfews and speed restrictions and the punishment I would feel if I were to breach one of the limits imposed by Mistress Kathy and enforced through the computer control chip in my collar.

When it approached time for the wedding, I headed back toward the hotel, and caught a brief glimpse of the wedding party. Slave Jack, best man, was also clad in a biketard, though his was grey, and he wore the now familiar red collar, showing off his superior rank. The other guys in the wedding party too were dressed in matching grey biketards and had a mix green and yellow collars. The women were dressed in red catsuits that revealed every curve.

"Everybody. Meet back in this room in one hour," I heard Lady Susan yell out. "I will have a bullwhip for each of the ladies and a leash for you to use to escort your partner to the front of the room. Guests will be allowed to enter in 30 minutes. Please stay out of sight until that point."

"Jason!" Lady Susan shouted toward me, "Come in here." I came me toward her, entering the room. "I need you to wait here while I help your mistress get ready."

With that said she exited the room, and I had the next hour to contemplate my quickly forthcoming marriage as a submissive-husband to a mistress-wife. It wasn't so much as a coming out party (I already had 'come out' as a slave), but as a public coronation of how I choose to live. Many of my friends no longer want anything to do with me, but those who are coming to witness my marriage were truly supportive.

My best friends, though, now are those who are in the scene and therefore truly understand me. Jack, for example, has served a master, and lived in the same cell with me for a time. He knows how to take a spanking (he even took one from me), and knows what it's like to serve with respect and humility. He was the appropriate selection for best man.

While I wanted this more than anything, I began to wonder whether I should have agreed to live my dream or this public collaring was all too much. I became lost in my thoughts.

"Jason," one of the groomsmen called out "we're lining up."

There were two lines that had formed. The left had the bridesmaids in their red catsuits and the right side had the groomsmen in their grey dancer's biketards. We were all a little nervous. Me more so than the rest.

The music began. The first lady and man stepped into the room. He put his hands behind his back. The lady handcuffed his hands behind his back and attached a leash to his collar. She pulled him forward on the leash toward the stage, when the second group stepped into the room and repeated the process. Eventually the maid of honor escorted Slave Jack to the front of the room.

The music changed. The door opened. I stepped forward without an escort in my white biketard. I could see mistress upfront dressed in an intricate red silk corset to blend with her wedding party's bold coloring and a white silk skirt that extended out wide and to the floor; it was most befitting both a mistress and a bride. Now, the attention was on me, as I slowly made my way to the front of the room to stand next to my mistress to make a public commitment to serve her as her slave.

"We are here today joined in the company of friends," Lady Susan began, "to join this woman and this man in a bond of matrimony and servitude. Jason walked into this room a free man to make a commitment to be a dutiful, hardworking, and committed slave. He will leave here under the full control of his mistress and her designates. He will work hard to fulfil his mistress's every wish and desire, and he will be severely punished for any failure to meet her high expectations. In turn, she will set guidance, expectations, and hold him to account for any transgression. The duty of a mistress is a solemn one as her slave is as powerless as a boy; the slave must work to achieve every one of mistress's desires, but the mistress must take care to manage not only her own affairs, but the affairs of her slave."

"We will begin with an exchange of vows, followed by the collaring ceremony. Ms. Kathy, you may proceed."

"I vow to punish you, abuse you, work you, and, at times, to reduce you to tears. I will give you the direction and the restrictions that you need. I will be your mistress, your boss, your owner, your keeper. Disobedience will result in punishment the likes of which you have not experienced. I will let you clean for me, work for me, slave for me."

"Thank you Ms Kathy," Lady Susan said. "The duty of a mistress is to provide direction and, when necessary, punishment. The duty of a slave is obedience, servitude, and respect. Jason, kneel before your mistress and utter your vows."

I knelt before Mistress and began to speak. "Mistress. I vow to be your slave. I vow to love you, to respect you, to serve you, and to obey you. Your every command will guide me, and I will live each day with the only goal of making your life easier and doing as I am told. I vow to respect your authority to punish me, to abuse me, to work me, and at times, to reduce me to tears."

Just as Lady Susan had outlined it to me earlier, we exchanged wedding rings to symbolize our marriage.

Mistress then explained to the audience the significance of the collar as a symbol and the capabilities of it as a method of torment and control. She asked me if I voluntarily agree to be her slave, and once I made that commitment, she put the collar around my neck and locked it shut.

I was required to strip naked before the audience, and I removed my biketard and underpants. She described how the butt plug worked and locked it in place. She then followed with the chastity belt. The collar confirmed, with its mechanical authority, that both were paired and locked on.

A series of straps were dropped down from the ceiling and each of the groomsmen and I were suspended from our arms. They were still wearing their grey one-piece biketards, while I was wearing nothing but the chastity belt and other control hardware. The ladies lined up behind us with their leather whips.

The leather hit my skin and created a burning sensation. All the groomsmen were trying desperately not to cry out in pain. Then the second lash came. Then the third. Then the fourth. We didn't know it at the time, but the stripes from the whip had left deep red lines visible from as far as the back of the room.

It was described to the guests as a demonstration of the power of a mistress over her slaves and as a reminder that obedience is always the wisest course of action. Eventually the whipping stopped, and we were lowered to the ground and released from the suspension straps.

We were each handcuffed by our female accompaniment. Mistress attached a leash to my collar and escorted me out of the room. Each of the bridesmaids did the same and escorted out each of the groomsmen by leash.


Chapter XVI: Married Life

For the time being at least, Mistress has me continuing to work at my old Wall Street firm. I go in, as required, in pink nursing scrubs, and report to Jessica, who is now formally my boss. To make life difficult for me, Mistress, over time, has given Jessica more and more permissions to adjust the programming on my collar and impose restrictions and punishments. Unlike before, however, I never stay at work late, because Mistress keeps me on a pretty aggressive curfew. Even in the winter I am not allowed out of the house in the dark.

The chastity belt rarely comes off, but when it does, the locking cock ring shocker or the locking butt plug shocker is always put on me. There was not a minute since I walked down the aisle that I didn't have to answer to the automated precision of that control collar. It keeps me at home after dark, silences when requested, keeps me in the office when requested. It was so effective, that sometimes, Mistress wouldn't even bother to lock the cell door at night. That way she could just release me with a click of a button on her bedside, and the computer would see to it that I served her breakfast, got myself ready, and was send me on my way.

Mistress had developed a lot of programs. One-button cleaning service. One-button room service. One-button and I was performing whatever sexual act was required: eat a pussy, suck a cock, bend over and take it up the rear. She even created a 'slut program' where I had to get a certain number of people off in a certain period of time. She loved to use that at parties.

It's impossible to live life doing everything to the level of precision demanded by a computer. If you have ever been ticketed by a red light camera, you know what I mean. Machines that can punish you are unrelenting. They don't tire, you will eventually grow to be aware of whatever they are enforcing, but slip ups are inevitable. A few times, the collar punished me so harshly, I would pass out from the pain. Those were lessons that I would never forget.

But for all the fancy electronics, Mistress never grew complacent, and she continued to closely mistress me. She would let me sleep beside her in the bed a few times each week, and would, more often than not, let me take the chastity belt off and have some fun.

While the chastity belt would only come off for my mistress, she was not reluctant to share my services with others. Master Chris and Slave Jack would use me for sexual favors quite often, and with Chris having some access to my controller, I grew quite good at the deed. Eventually, I stopped being grossed out, and now consider myself fully bisexual. For those of you who have never given it much thought, there is something pleasing about the simplicity of getting a cock off and the power with which it shoots its semen down the cocksucker's throat. The collar taught me how to give one effective blow job.

The toughest part about being a real, fulltime, married slave is that everybody knows that you live the part. My friends would come over to hang out, and end up finding me locked up in my jail cell while I learn a lesson or two. I would have to leave every party before dark or be punished and immobilized by the collar until picked up by Mistress Kathy or her designate. Even at the supermarket, people would look at my collar and wonder.

Mistress took charge of every aspect of my life and refocused me to serving her in whatever way she chose. I loved being in her service more than anything else, and on those rare days where she gave me some freedom, I felt lost. I grew to need her authority and direction in order to be able to enjoy myself.

I was Mistress Kathy's total slave and submissive husband. I had gotten everything I could have dreamed of. Now my only challenge was to live up to the expectations she had of me and prove time and again that she had made the right decision in marrying me and making me her primary slave.