Author's Note: What happens when you trust a fellow professional, one who perhaps is not so trustworthy? You could wind up like Dominic, a broken slave, a former dom, now entertainment for his Mistress' guests


I shouldn't be here, especially not like this. I shouldn't be wearing a high collar that keeps me from looking down, and allows my mistress to lead me where she likes. Nor should my arms be fused together in a monoglove, elbows touching. Some would say a man's elbows can't touch, and while it took a bit over a month, she proved it could be done.

A man doesn't normally wear a corset, especially one that gives him a hint of an hourglass figure.At least I still have all my ribs, thankfully she doesn't seem to want a wasp waisted man. A tiny cocked one, definitely, as right now my cock is trapped in a tiny three inch cage, its latest prison. Every couple months she puts a smaller one on, forcing it down inch by inch, and now if she were to free me, I'd be lucky if it swelled to five inches, despite once having crossed the eight inch mark. In the end, I doubt I'll be left with little more than a nub, a man clit as she calls it. I will know when she is satisfied, as she will likely rivet the cage on, a permanent reminder of what she has taken from me.

No, this isn't how I should be, but it is how it is.

Dom the demon dom, that's me... Or was. Yeah, its gimmicky, but it works, and surprisingly I was the first yagi to take that role. While I'm mostly human, I do have a few goat bits, notably my cloven hooves and thick curling horns, so slap on a red calf length latex suit, some make up, and I can pass for a demon. Well, I can if you don't look too close. Still, the worldnet loves a gimmick, so no one looks that close, or at least they pretend not to. A small home dungeon, the occasional willing or at least desperate girl, a decent camera and the worldnet, and boom, money. I wasn't rich, but probably could be, I could have turned it into a small empire I'm sure. But, I was just having fun and making enough money doing so, and really, how many get to do that?

Winding up here started with a small bondage con. At best it could be called the amateur BondCon, but that would be being generous. But it was close, cheap, and a great place for shopping and learning, an annual treat for me. The resort was old, the area once a vacation hot bed, but that had largely ended. The resort was neat, clean, and had its event space in its own wing. With enough event space to set up a sales area, an art gallery, some 'discussion' rooms, and most importantly, a few dungeons.

Late one night I'd run into iLisa in the hotel bar. Yeah, iLisa, another gimmick. She was just setting up shop on the net when the whole i thing swept it. When you're named Elizabeth but go by Ilisa, why not take advantage of a craze? Her site wasn't much different than mine or those of a million other doms, paid membership, pictures and videos of her 'willing' submissives, mostly men, but occasionally women.

There were rumors of course, and accusations, but its the worldnet, what do you expect? I'd said as much on forums, though I was open to more evidence... actually any evidence. Mostly she had been accused of ignoring safewords, but as her subs were often gagged, it was easy for me to accept it as an honest mistake. Some people claimed she was extorting money too, but it wasn't like she lived in a mansion or anything, just on a small farm with a big and nicely appointed farm house and barn. It could have just been a good deal as easily as an inheritance, it was still just rumors, and I never was one to put much faith in those.

Any how, we got to chatting over drinks, one professional to another. She took a phone call, at least I think she did, and then told me she had a surprise waiting for me in one of the dungeons. If I hadn't been so trusting, or had I realized that she had slipped something into my drink, I doubt I would've taken her up on the offer. Instead I just sort of smiled, nodded and said sure, figuring she had a sub waiting for us.

So I followed her down the hall, around a corner to the farthest playroom, the one no one went to because it was off in its own little corner and oddly shaped. Sorta L-shaped with a stumpy arm that was more like a bump. Like the others it wasn't extensively furnished, mostly ropes, chains, cuffs and some straps. Exercise mats covered the floor, not just for padding, but to protect the carpet. Furnishings comprised of a bench currently pushed into bump, and an X frame leaning against the wall. There was also a low platform mounted pillory in the that looked quite upmarket from the other two cheap easy assemble furnishings. Laying on the bench was a folded latex suit, already turned inside out and powdered.

Whatever she used left me in a suggestive state, I was willing to do what she asked if it wasn't unreasonable, hence my following her in. While I thought it odd no one was waiting for us, I figured they were on their way. My usual schtick involves being dressed in latex, and occasionally going au naturel, so I saw no harm in stripping down and suiting up. Jeans, t-shirt and boxers came off, then the suit went on. It was a generic full coverage suit to the neck close enough to my size that with the stretchiness of latex it would fit. I put my hooves into its feet, a tricky task as my legs aren't shaped like a normal human's. Then I tucked my cock and balls into a pouch for them, the design hiding them from sight. I wrapped my tail around myself as the suit had no pocket for it. It had a zipper at my ass that was currently open, causing the suit to settle into my cleft, spreading my ass. As I worked the suit over my torso, I noticed had small breasts, really little more than padded barely A cup bumps on its chest, which made the voice in my head scream at me. Then I worked the sleeve over my left arm, and got my first surprise, no hands, instead it just ended with a stump.

Seeing my confusion, she just smiled and helped me with the other sleeve. While the drug was already starting to wear off, it was doing so slowly, and while I knew I should be stopping her, but by this point, I'd lost the use of my hands. She just smoothed the suit over my shoulders and neck, and it was done.

I tried to escape, making clumsy weak swings that barely connected, but she just brushed it off and pulled a hood over my head. Inside out like the suit had been, she rolled it down, starting over my horns, and working it over my face. Cleary this was meant for me, or at least a yagimimi, as it allowed for my horns, and the ear holes were more or less at my ears. A reinforced ring gag pressed against my lips, one of the few openings in it. There were a pair of holes under my nose, not that they mattered as she pinched it shut, forcing me to breathe through my mouth. As I opened it, the ring gag popped into place, forcing it to stay that way.

Now I was blind, nearly deaf, and unable to do more than grunt and drool. I didn't think it could get worse, but she proved me wrong. Deftly a collar was fastened around my neck, the soft snick of a padlock closing reaching my ears. She had me, and with a tug on the collar, she made it clear that she had plans for me.

Guiding me to the pillory, she opened it, and pushed down to my knees. Another tug on the collar and I bent forward, my mind screaming at me to fight, but some how I just couldn't bring myself to stop her as my neck was put into place. My wrists quickly followed, and then the pillory was closed. A pair of cuffs wrapped around my ankles, and were clipped into place on the platform, my legs spread and my ass exposed.

Leaning close, I could hear the smile in her voice, "Just perfect, my guests will love you when they get here in... about twenty minutes. I arranged a little party and promised to supply an anal and oral only slave, that's where you come in. You're just an anonymous rubber clad fuck toy to them, and they'll work perfectly for breaking you. I know you only like girls, and only giving, but that's going to change now that you're my perfect little fuck demon."

Reaching into her purse, at least that's what I assume she did, she got out the tools of my training, a long double ended dildo, and a bottle of numbing agent. I didn't know this until the dildo slid into my wide open mouth, liberally coated in something that made my mouth numb where it touched. It soon pushed against the back of my throat, and I would've retched if it weren't for whatever she coated it with since she wasn't at all gentle.

"Easy, easy, relax, its going down whether you let it or not."

My hands clenched as I struggled to relax, to calm myself, to ignore the fact that there was a cock being shoved down my throat. Sure, it was just a piece of rubber, but its still a cock. Sure enough, it pushed into my throat, just a little bit, then drew back, then a bit more. With each thrust another inch or so went down, it felt like it was five feet long and going into my stomach, but it probably wasn't much more than a foot of it in my mouth really. Twisting and thrusting, she made sure I got good and used to it before pulling it out. I knew what was coming next, how could I not? I heard her move, then something slipped under my tail, pressing up against my pucker, and with no ceremony, not gentleness, she pushed it in.

I'm sure she knew what the noises coming from my gag were, my screams as it split me, my enraged hollering at her to stop it, that I wasn't a fag, and on and on, not that it made any difference. Roughly she fucked me with it, working it in, testing how deep I was, only to stop suddenly.

I assumed she walked away as the toy slowly slipped from my ass and fell to the floor. Maybe there had been a noise, I couldn't really say, not distracted like I was, but soon I heard voices, but could only make out hers.

"Jackson, you're early, you know the party doesn't start for another ten minutes, the food isn't even here yet. Yes, I know, you love to get first dibs of all my new toys. Fine, you can take it for a test drive."

It? That's all I am, an it? Not a he, I could have even survive hearing her lie and call me a she, but just an it? I couldn't make out his voice, at least not until I heard a deep voice say "suck" as a cock was shoved into my mouth.

I don't know what I expected, like your average man, the thought of sucking a cock had never really crossed my mind, who would want something disgusting like that? I suppose its weird, I never think of my own cock is dirty, and just expected any of my girls to suck it. Sure, occasionally they would refuse, but most did it, some even seemed to enjoy it, so I don't really know why I expected it to be disgusting. It slid in, and I did my best to follow orders, not because of the drug which was mostly out of my system by now, but just to be safe. I had been drugged, gimp suited to hide my identity, and locked in a pillory, so I was very much worried that things could get worse than being raped. Besides this was undoubtedly a warm up, and somehow I knew iLisa wasn't going to supply lube, so there was only one thing to do.

I sucked, I licked, I was sloppy, but I made sure it was wet when he pulled out. I certainly wasn't surprised when I felt it at my ass, and despite my near panic, I fought to relax, I fucked enough girls in the ass to know that it hurts worse if you fight it. Sure, some of them wanted it to hurt, but I certainly didn't want it to. At least it wasn't much bigger than that toy, and I have to admit he was more gentle than her, he didn't just slam it in, instead he was slow, steady, giving me time to adjust somewhat. I could feel the heat of my blushing face as he pushed in, I could feel my ass stretch, I could feel it burn a little from the rough breaking in it had had, but mostly it just felt... Well, not exactly good, but not really all that bad. It was embarrassing to realize it, but despite my fears, this wasn't all that bad, I might even learn to like it.

He obviously liked my ass, pushing in and pulling out with steady long strokes that were beginning to feel good. It was hard to ignore it and getting harder to hate it when there was nothing else going on. At least nothing until I hard movement, people were coming in; there were probably snacks and drinks on the bench, that would be why it was in the corner, what with her being a good hostess. I just know that suddenly I felt him cum, something hot squirting into my ass, his cock pulsing as his cum slid through it and into me. That was all I had to think about until someone shoved their cock into my mouth.

No ceremony, no instructions, I just suddenly had a mouth full of cock. Hard, longer but skinnier, its owner wasn't gentle, grabbing me by the ears, or at least where my ears would be if I were a normal human, and then pounding away. Jackson pulled out, but as the cock was still in my mouth, whatever cock replaced his for sloppy seconds was another new comer.

I don't know if it was thirty minutes, or thirty hours, probably just a few hours before the party wound down. Cock after cock, ass first, mouth first, it didn't matter to them as long as they got a hole to fuck. The first few that took my ass first were disgusting to clean, but after a while I just didn't care. I felt like I had been fucked by a train, my ass would never be the same, and my guts and stomach were full of cum. I wanted to throw up but couldn't quite do it, and if I hadn't already been kneeling, I would likely have fallen to the floor in exhaustion by the time they were gone.

She zipped the suit shut before releasing the cuffs from the platform. A leash was clipped onto the collar, and then the pillory was opened. Giving it a soft tug, "I would tell you to crawl, but somehow I don't think you're up to walking right now."

I wanted to fight, really I did. It was just her, and just a leash. Sure, I'd have to figure out how to get out of this suit, as I only had stumps for hands, but first I would have to get away. I wanted to, but I was just so damn tired, my ass hurt, cum sloshed in my belly and guts. I would have probably have walked bow legged if I could walk. She was right, I certainly wasn't in any shape to run away, so I just crawled after her, following her to her room. I'm sure people stared, wondering who her new toy was, the suit certainly hid who and what I was, ensuring there were no questions or issues as I blindly followed.

While I couldn't see what was in her room, there was definitely a dog box in there, as I soon found myself in it. It was small, I barely fit, and there was no way to turn around or lay down, I was crammed in and trapped on hands and knees. At least it couldn't get any worse... And then it did. She had unzipped the suit before putting me in, forcing the door closed, pressed tight to my ass, my face pressed hard against the cage. I guess she wanted to make sure I didn't forget my place, as I felt the something pressing against my ass, a butt plug, a fairly large one was shoved into my stretched cum dripping ass, pushed in until my ass closed around the waist, trapping it there, the base plate pulled up against the bars. An inflatable gag was shoved into my mouth, pumped up, filling the ring gag, its based likewise trapped by the bars. The pair guaranteed that I wouldn't change position until they were removed, and I knew that wouldn't be for a while. She would probably go to sleep, leaving me trapped like this until she woke up, maybe later.

The rest of the weekend went like this, she'd grabbed me on Saturday night, and as Sunday was the last day of the con, and of course a slow day, so nobody would miss us, leaving her plenty of time to torment me, before finding a pair of strong guys to load me into the back of her truck alongside the pillory. The plugs only came out so I could pay them for their work, ahead of time of course, and then put back for the ride home.

No, I wasn't ready to call it home, but she didn't care. The suit was taken off as she didn't have to hide who I was, ditto for the hood, since this is her private home with no one to recognize me. I did receive a new gag. The type varied, though the default was a bit gag, clearly she wanted to put me down, to remind me that I was at least part animal, and animals are meant to serve. That was the beginning of my training, and every day I was bound, often whipped. My nipples were pierced, and my cock caged. My horns were pierced, or rather drilled, a ring in each, chains running from them to a tag hanging against my forehead that simply read 'SLAVE'

The first cage was only a little smaller than my flaccid cock, but after a month or so, she switched to one an inch smaller, then an inch smaller, and so on. Did you know that if you keep a cock trapped at or below the flaccid size, it shrinks? Yep, little by little she shrinks my cock, while training my ass and mouth to serve. I guess it was eight months before I finally gave up. I gave her the passwords to my website, signed over my bank accounts, gave her power of attorney, even signed a slave contract. They're not really binding, but generally its assumed that if you signed it, you were willing, and you meant every word in it. Frankly I didn't care any more, I just knew I was stuck, and I was tired of fighting.

While I obviously wasn't allowed to use a computer, she did make sure to gloat a few days later about how my site now redirected to hers. There she'd posted pictures from my rape train through my training and even some nice new pics of her pierced, caged and plugged yagimusuko slave, the former demon dom, now a broken leashed submissive goat boy. She wasn't hiding anything any more, it wasn't like I'd run away, or ask for help any more, that had been beaten and fucked out of me, just like any resistance to serving her guests, whatever their gender.