Sissyslave Gunnarsub turned into a slut

Sissyslave Gunnarsub turned into a slutMy name of the game is this kind of non-consentual sex. The driving factorbehind the urgent wish to being forced to do things which I never would beprepared to do under normal circumstances is humiliation. Already the thoughtthat I might be forced to do something most humiliating against my own will,with no possibility to resist due to chains or other complete dependency at themercy of the MISTRESS, turns me on.My MISTRESS should by nature be cruel, wicked, sadistic, evil, merciless, and byno means fair. Just to give some examples, She shouldkeep me permanently naked and locked in heavy chains, menacles, cuffs, andcollar dedicating me fully at Her mercy,collar me with a steel collar that by no means can be removed,keep me locked in a steel, inescapable chastity belt and then make me reallyhorny but deny me any satisfaction,force me to obey Her without any restriction and even offer me as a victim toHer friends and let them have their fun with me,humiliate me in front of Her friends and in public. There should be no limit forhumiliating me, obedience to even the most humiliating orders be enforced andorders never taken back,make it difficult for me to perform to Her satisfacton,document my humiliation in videos and pic.If She is not satisfied with my performance, She should punish me cruellywithout limitation by means of whipping or torture. If my MISTRESS so likes,punishment might be out of proportion. After being whipped and tortured withoutmercy I should be forced to perform the order given to Her complete satisfation.My MISTRESS may also ask Her friends to whip me until I cry for mercy.But let the story begin…It all started when I began to serve Her via e-mail. She is a professionalMistress for on-line training and humiliation who had read the following messageI posted in a yahoo group:Slave available for weekend sessionsHi to all who like to have a “virgin” at their mercy.First, I am not gay but I am a male slave, 55, living in the Southern part ofGermany who is after utmost humiliation. So far I never have submitted to a malebut I like the idea of being fully at the mercy of a gay couple or a groupduring an evening or weekend session with no safeword and no way out.I get a kick out of being forced into unlimited obedience as their slave, notknowing what will be ordered next and to whom I will have to serve, too.In order to ensure that I will not be in the position to escape, I should bekept nude and locked in chains and menacles with a heavy, massive steel slavecollar around my neck. I should be kept locked until I have executed all ordersfor my utmost humiliation to the complete satisfaction of the whole crowd.In order to provide You with all power to force me to unlimited obedience Ishould not be allowed to speak if not asked and any failure should entail a mostsevere whipping in such a way that I dare not speak again.Similarly, if You are not satisfied with my performance, I should be punished,whipped and tortured cruelly without mercy. Punishment should be no way out ofobedience, thereafter Ishould be forced to perform the order given to completesatisfation.Make me lick Your boots in front of Your friends and have that done also inpublic. On the basis of safe and sane sex I should be forced to suck the Yourcock and those of all Your friends. Whip until I beg You to fuck me and thenhand me over to Your friends and make me their slut.In order to increase my humiliation You and Your friends may record the sessionand subsequently post the pics in a Yahoo adult group.By the way, I do not go for money. See my homepagehttp://www.geocities.com/gunnarsub/enslaved.htmlgunnarsubSoon I entered into a special agreement with Her and for a small monthly fee Shewould give assignments to me as Her sissy slave. As I was especially interestedamonst others also to be forced into obedience against my will, I furnished herwith the password to my homepage where -as you can check- is stored acomprehensive documentation about me as a slave, how I wish to be to treated,and last but not least a slavecontract with my full real name address, andphone. From the pics on the homepage I am clearly identifyable and a lot of thepics show me in most compromising situations. We agreed that She would changethe password and publish the URL of the slavecontract in a series of yahoo clubsif I failed to obey Her orders during the initial six months period of ouragreement. I even provided Her with the mail of my boss and we agreed that Shewould send mail him advising to go to this URL and to find there some mostintereting information on one of his employees.Last, but not least I furnished Her with the password to The Slave Registerwhere I am registered as a slave at www.slaveregister.com/713150 and She changedthe password, meaning that I cannot prevent Her from displaying there, too, myfull name and address without me being in the position to do anything againstit.With other words, we had agreed She would blackmail me unless I obeyed all Herassignments. I was now receiving personal e-mails with instructions on what Sheexpected me to do next. In the beginning I had thought that being instructed bye-mail She couldn’t tell if I really did the assignment or not but that turnedout to be a crucial failure.I had purchased panties at a local boutique, admitting to the salesclerk thatthey were for me, tried on a lipstick at a boutique, worn diapers and wet myselfin public all just because Mistress assigned me to. I had also begun to wearpanties, pantyhose and bras or bodysuits under my clothes to work and otherplaces, and had been out in public totally dressed many times. The nextassignment went way beyond any of these. I’ll just let you read the email…”Sissy gunnarsub,I am pleased that you have followed all my instructions thus far. It is time totake the next step. You are to find a man and have him give you at least onedollar in exchange for a blowjob.Additionally, you must get proof of having done this. Have someone take apicture with him in your mouth, or a picture with his cum on your face. Do notuse a digital camera; either a Polaroid or regular film camera should be used.(This way if I decide to show your friends or coworkers the pictures you can’tclaim they are doctored.) I want at least 10 pictures. If you find a customerwho will take 10 pictures, those will be fine, if he will only take one, thenyou must find another customer.When you have 10 pictures, e-mail me and I will tell you where to mail thepictures. And you better have them by end of this month. When you have thepictures, you will begin to use the name ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ inall conversation and e-mail correspondence.Your Mistress”My first thought was to write her back and cancel, after all I was a slave, nota cock sucking slut. So I asked my Mistress not to insist – but in vain. Sheeven got angry and told me that there was no way out and that She now wouldaggravate my duties. The longer I thought about it the more I realised that, Icouldn’t expect to only do things that I enjoy.Finally, a few days later I decided to go for it. I dressed as sexy as could,black leather miniskirt, pink blouse, pink tights and 5″ high heels and drove toa gay and lesbian bar a few blocks from my house. As I checked myself in themirror, I thought I was very passable and looked like nothing more than a whorein search of a trick. I got to the bar pretty early (about 7) found a table tosit at where I could be seen from most of the bar and ordered a glass of wine.After all, it wouldn’t help to hide, I was hoping someone would approach and Iwouldn’t be reduced to propositioning strangers and facing the rejection thatcan go along with that.I had been there about 45 minutes when a guy came over and sat opposite me atthe table and asked, “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?”It was such a cliche, I couldn’t help but smile as I replied, “Maybe I’m notreally that nice.””Touche, and maybe you’re not really a girl either.”I blushed and introduced myself as ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ and heasked me what I was here to find. Pulling a trick from one of Mistress’ earlierassignments I just reached in my purse and handed him a printout of the e-mailShe had sent me. The only other things in my purse were a Polaroid camera, mymake up, keys, and some money.He read the e-mail several times and then smiled, “So have you sucked manycocks, gunnarsub?””No, but there’s a first time for everything,” I said trying to soundconvinving.”Yes there is, indeed there is. Do you have a room we can go to?”I blushed, “I hadn’t thought of that, sorry.””Well, it takes time to learn to be a slut, I suppose, let me say goodbye to myfriends and I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”His name was Marcel and he was a good-looking guy with blonde hair and a slightbuild about 5’7” tall. If I was going to have to suck a cock for my Mistress atleast I hadn’t had to suck off some fat slob, so I was feeling pretty lucky as Ifinished my drink and went out to the parking lot to wait for Marcel. He cameout and escorted me to his BMW and drove to his apartment. When we arrived thereI was so desparate and miserable as I knew that there was no more alternative.Trembling of shame I finally was standing in front of the apartment door.After we had entered, he told me “Since I am the customer and you are the slut,you have to do what I tell you, right?””Yes, Sir,” I replied, getting into character.He cuffed my hands behind my back. This was the moment when I crossed theRubicon. Only a minute later I was on my knees, he opened his zip and a halferected cock apppeared. He then pulled his cock out of his pants and rested iton my lower lip. “Beg me to make you a cock sucking slut, gunnarsub.””Please Sir, please let me suck your cock, let me be your slut.”As I hesitated he grip my hair and forced his cock into my face. “Suck me,slut.” As I still hesitated he slapped me in the face and so I started to lick.His cock grew and then he forced it into my mouth. Tears in my eyes I startedsucking. It didn’t make me hot at all but I finished the job and he cummedpartly into my mouth and on my face. I just was not able to swallow his cum andspit it on the ground. In this moment I realized that there was another guy inthe room with a video cam in his hands. I wanted to protest but again the firstguy slapped me into the face and told me to keep quiet. I didn’t dare sayanything and they pushed me towards the entrance door. There he unlocked thecuffs and then pushed me out of the door with a kick in the ass. Instead of agood buy he told me that I would have to regret spitting out his cum and thenthe door was closed.My way back home was like in a dream. Although I immediately cleaned my facewith a tissue I still feel like having the taste of his cum in my mouth. I hadperformed a blowjob for somebody I don’t know, I did not have the pics requestedand now even fear what these two guys might do with the videos recorded. Theonly good thing is that they do not know my name.In the next chat session I informed my Mistress about the whole story. At first,She insited to find another customer but then decided that I would have to goback to this gay couple and get properly trained as a slut.She ordered me to buy a Logitech Quick Cam and advised me that from now on Shewould supervise our on-line sessions with the help of my Logitech cam, thuscontrolling to what extent I comply with her orders. I will have to get a tattoobetween my cock and my navel, marking me with 5 cm high bold letters as slaveand to show evidence to Her by videocamera during our next session.She ordered me, too, to make a proposal to the ntcweb forum “mail pillory” howto put into action the suggested training to become a slut for gays and toinvite this forum for comments and for a vote in a poll about it. In order tomotivate me for a humiliating proposal my Mistress threatened that I would haveto get another tattoo on my upper arm marking me in bold letters as gay slut ifthe poll of the member turns down my proposal as not being sufficient.My proposal was the following:I should have to report back to this guy Marcel and ask him and his friend totrain me as their slut during a series of sessions. I accept that I will have tobe naked and kept in chains during my training and that I should be whippedimmediately if they are not satisfied with my performance. My training should bemost humiliating and recorded in pics and videos for the perusal of my Mistress.I should not only be forced to provide blowjobs to Marcel and his friend, buthave to keep their cum in my mouth as long as they wish and subsequently swallowit.They should chain me to the ceiling with my hands cuffed above my head and myfeed spread by a bar. Then they should whip me until I beg them to fuck me andto lick their boots.I know that to become a slut means to have to prostitute myself. Therefore I amprepared to be put at the disposal of other gays under the condition that theyuse condoms when I have to service them. They might be furnished with the rightto whip me and punish me without mercy it I do not comply with all their orders.gunnarsubThis proposal can be seen atwww.ntcweb.com/ib/cgi/ikonboard.cgi?s=d07df6f4f9cc56a8a2536f3ac54e607a;act=ST;f=55;t=14Fortunately, the members of that ntcweb forum voted in my favour, so I will notbe marked as a gay slut, but one member suggested not only to train me as a slutbut recommended that I are forced to offer my ass for money, but for not morethan one buck. Another member stated that “Sucking cock, and swallowing cum issomething a sissy does. A sissy will take up the ass if thats what the Dommewants. A sissy will also be the cleanup girl for a Domme after She’s had sexwith her stud..if thats what She wants.”I should say that I don’t think that I am a sissy, I never in my life had anysexual contact so far with another male. The only thing I have dreamt of so faris to lick the cum out of my Mistress right after she had sex with Her lover.The kick for me is the humiliation. I think I will not like to be fucked by amale nor did I like to suck the cock of this guy Marcel. But I will have to doit as my Mistress reassured me that She will do what I had asked her, namely topublish the slavecontract with my name on to mail my boss about me if I do notfollow all Her orders.By the way, if She ordered me to clean out her pussy after She’s had sex withher lover(s) I would have no choice but to obey. I may add that I think I wouldnot do that if not forced to do so, but I like the idea and it excites me. And Ithink I would even wish that order to happen. I just imagine to be naked on myknees with my hands cuffed behind my back and a leash attached to crocodileclamps on my nipples with which my Mistress dirigates me to watch closely howShe gets fucked, and immediately thereafter dirigating me to Her pussy forcleaning it from the cum of Her lover while he pushes my head deep into Herpussy. I even imagine to have to clean subsequently his cock as well.Similarly, if She ordered me to get trained in serving as human toilet I wouldhave no choice but to obey. I imagine that the MISTRESS and all of Her male andfemale friends who like this service require me to perform this service in theparticular way that they like best. I should be forced to expertly learn eachtechnique, so that I may properly serve each female and each male whenever sheor He requires me to do so….My Mistress ordered me now to report on next Friday evening with Marcel and tostay there until Sunday evening for my initial training. The training itselfought to be as outlined and my Mistress told me that there will be definitely anumber of sessions to follow.She furthermore announced that I would get belted with a Latowsi typechastitybelt for an unspecified period with Marcel as keyholder and that fromtoday onwards I would have to carry with me at any time a pair of cuffs, a steelcollar and a leash, a butt plug, a lubricant and at least a dozen condoms in aladies’ handbag.I was definitely anxious of what was going to happen. As ordered by my Mistress,on Friday evening I was on the way to report to Marcel. Actually, I did not havea phone number but only name and address of Marcel. When I arrived at theapartment building where he was living I kept watching it for more than one houras I just did not dare enter. I was so desparate and miserable as I knew thatthere was no more alternative.Trembling of shame I finally was standing in front of the apartment door andrang the bell. But instead of him or his friend a giant black guy whom I did notknow opened the door and asked me not unfriendly what I wanted. I asked forMarcel but was told that he was not at home. It was a strange situation and Idid not know what to do.It was as I had a lump in my throat. So I said that that I was here for a job todo and that I wanted to talk with Marcel about it. He simply asked me for whatjob. For a moment I thought to tell him that I wanted to come back again thenext day, but then it came to my mind that my Mistress had orderd me to reportto Marcel today and I did not want to risk failing to obey Her order.The black giant asked me to enter and repeated his question for what job. As Ihesitated to answer he went out of the room and I thought he would perhaps phoneMarcel. But insead of that this guy came back with a pile of papers in his righthand, looked at me and threw the papers on the floor. I blushed, the papers werepics showing me blowing Marcel.I wanted to pick up the photos but the black guy took me and cuffed my handsbehond my back. He asked again for what job. So I said that somebody had sent meto offer myself for training to become a slut for gays. He didn’t answer and Ifelt like a crab in boiling water.Then after ages he put a rope around my neck, fixed it to a hook on the wall andleft the room without saying anyathing further. Now I was caught.After what seemed to be ages the door opened again and Marcel and his friend whohad taken the pics with on blowjob entered. Marcel said ” So you want us totrain you as a slut. Do you know what that means for you?”.At low voice I started to explain my situation and that I was ordered to ask himand his friend to train me as their slut during a series of sessions, naked andkept in chains and that I should getting whipped immediately if they are notsatisfied with my performance.Cooly, Marcel stated that he would be prepared to look into my proposal, butonly at his terms. He unfastened me from the wall and unlocked my cuffs. “Youhave to make up your mind now! You still have the chance to leave, but then doit now and never come back. If you like to stay, there will be no way back, wewon’t let you out as our slave ever again. There are three simple and basicrules:* You will obey to any order and we will ensure that it always will be bestpractise* You are not allowed to talk without being asked* We will ensure that you will experience a hell of humiliation and pain as aslutAnd be assured that we will mercilessly whip and torture you if we are notsatisfied with your performance or if you fail to comply. Is that understood?Now leave or strip and become our slave.”I was caught. There was no way out as I could not afford to leave as that wouldhave meant for sure that my homepage with my full real name, address, and phonewould be disclosed, the slavecontract published, and a mail sent to my boss. SoI started to strip. A couple of minutes later I was cuffed again, but now beingnaked.Marcel’s friend opened my ladies’handbag. They laughed when they saw it’scontents. Marcel’s friend took the heavy collar, showed it to Marcel and stated”Have a look, the padlock cannot be accessed by any tool. That means the collarcannot be removed without the key, but we should use a padlock of our’s andavoid that there is any reserve key left with our slave.” Marcel laughed andsaid “Our slave will have to show us where he lives and who he is, as on Sundaywe will remove the collar only at his home.” His friend smiled and added “Notonly that, we will remove it only if we are furnished with the same rights andinformation as his Mistress and his boss will get a mail rightaway unless ourslave shows up for the next session.” I started trembling when the collar wasclosed around my neck. Things were going into a direction I had not beenexpecting and had gone out of my control.I pleaded not to do that. Marcel slapped me in the face and icely remarked “Youwere not asked for your comments. You are not allowed to talk without beingasked. We will show you what it entails to break a basic rule. You will be canedwithout mery. They gagged me, fixed my hands to a chain dangling from theceiling and locked my legs in a spreader bar. Then Marcel ordered me to exposemy ass to the cane. Although I obeyed I suddenly felt a most painful stingingwhip on my shoulders. The pain was almost unbearable. Marcel told me that thisstrike was not going to be counted as it should only support to use more effortsto expose my ass to the cane. With tears in my eyes I tried to strech out andexpose my ass even more to the cane. The strike on my ass caused pain like hell.As a result my whole body swang forward. Again the order from Marcel ” Exposeyour ass to the cane.”I do not know how I survived the next half an hour. This was not the pain Iliked, this was torture I could not stand. They caned me in a way I never hadbeen experiencing before and I was not in a position to stop them. I swept andcries but there was no mercy und I began to understand that they would break meand force me into a level of slavery I never had anitcipated.When it was over, Marcel told me “Never speak again without being asked, slave.”Then he pointed on his boots. “Lick them clean, slave, and do a good job or thewhipping will continue.” I think I never had been licking boots in such aservile mannor before.”We are going to make you our sissy slave girl!” From now on, you will only wearpanties under your clothes- no boxers. This will remind you of who is in controland what you are.” “You will be dressed in lingerie only.” “You will service uslike a little slave girl whenever we want.” “You will do whatever we tell you,whenever we tell you.” You will be sissy slave girl – Is that clear, slave?” Asthis was obviously a question directly addressed to me I anwered “Yes, MasterMarcel.” Marcel smiled.Francis, this is the name of Marcel’s friend, brought me some water in a bowland put it on the floor. I was glad because I was now really thirsty. With myhands cuffed on the back, I kneeled and tried to put my mouth into the water. Inthis very moment he pissed over my head, my hair got wet and part of the peedropped into the bowel, the rest on the floor. I knew that there was noalternative than to empty the bowel what I did. When I wanted to rise again, Irealised that Marcel had recorded everything, so they wanted to expand theirdocumentation on my slavery. Then Francis ordered me to lick all the drops ofpee from the floor. My aching ass reminded me that it would be better to obeyimmediately and I heard them laughing. But it came even worse when Marcel said:”Your training will never end again. We will keep you as our slave and slut.”Francis then chaind me to the floor in a way that I could lift my head only onlyfor about one foot. He placed a footstool in the center of the room and put a PCon it in such a mannor that I was facing the computer screen. Then Francisstarted the computer. Images of naked, bound men flashed on the screen for a fewseconds and then changed. Several pictures went by and then I saw one of a mankneeling, completely nude, and sucking a dick. And then it hit me – the man onthe picture was me! Francis had recorded pictures showing me in most embarassingsituations and … there was another one… and another… and another…! Ialways wanted to become a slave, now I knew had become one, but with no way out.In this position I was kept for the night….To be continuedSissy gunnarsub Turned Into A Slutpart 2The next morning I was told that I had to by train to “Nordbogge”. Nordbogge isthe name of the small train station nearest Mario Latowski, the manufacturer ofthe high quality steel Latowski chastity belt. The steel collar was left aroundmy neck, but fortunately I was allowed to wear a sweater, so that the collar wasalmost not visible.Mario Latowski lives in a small, rural village. He had me put on a “sportsdress” which was an outfit that a wrestler might wear. Mario selected a chastitybelt designed to measure the customer and the silicone chamber for my penis. Thefitting took about half an hours time and I was told that an invoice would bemailed to me and that a bank transfer of the money would be fine. The finishedbelt would be sent by mail to Marcel a couple of weeks later.I took the train back and when I returned to Marcel’s apartment in the eveningnot only Marcel and Francis were there but also the giant black I had met theday before and another black guy with the body of a bodybuilder. I was orderd tostrip, got my hands cuffed on the back and then Marcel with the camera in hishands explained to me that I should animate their two guests. If I managed thatone of them fucked me while blowing the other I would escape from a severewhipping, otherwise I first would get whipped and subsequently get fucked…Knowing that speaking would entail a severe whipping anyhow I dropped on myknees, crawled over to them and started obsequiously licking the boots of thefirst guy. But he lifted his foot, and, when I followed with my tongue, pushedme to the ground. Laying on my back I continued licking his boots. With thecorner of my eye I saw Marcel videoing the scene and I knew that already nowthey had more than enough material to blackmail me and that I had no more analternative but to serve them indefinitely as their slave.I really tried hard to make the two guys horny thus providing Francis with mostcompromitting film material but in vain. After some 10 minutes Francis decidedthat I should get motivated for better performance.Shortly thereafter I was standing naked, my arms are stretched above my head,and my hands are cuffed and attached to the ceiling in a room in the basement. Iwas stretched to the point where my bare feet were standing on tiptoes on thecold basement floor, displayed and exposed to the whip. With icy eyes Francishold my chin and said “slave, I can assure you that you will learn to to do agood job as a slut” Then he addressed the two giantic queer blacks and asked thewhether they wanted to lash me. One of the two had already a cane in his handsand was stroking his horrible instrument of pain as he stood at the place wherethe chains were dangling from the ceiling. The huge bulge in his black leatherjock shorts indicated an enormous erection. Now I knew that they would not onlyenjoy whipping me but it made them horny. I knew that the more sexually excitedthey became the more they would made me suffer.After only a few lashes I started crying “N N NO Mercy No NO more. N not againnn nooo EEEEEIIIIIAAAA ARRRRRAGAGG aarrrriiiiaaaa. P please, I’ll doeverything, please everything you want I’ll do everything for ever, but no moreplease, no more. I can’t stand the pain. Please have mercy, please have mercy onme please, what do you want. I’ll do everything. Pleeeease, fuck me, **** me, doanything but please, stop the pain.”The cruel lash was brought up again and again on my back and on my ass. Ibellowed like a wild a****l and jerked convulsively. I was almost mad with pain,my naked body was dripping with agony sweat. My screams were hoarse now afterall that screaming for mercy. The black queer again swung the cruel whip down onmy back, ass, and thighs.Later that night they they locked me into a pillar fixing my head and exposingmy ass. They told me that I would be allowed to plea them to fuck me or theywould continue whipping me. I knew that I had no alternative, so I begged themto make me their slut. Eventually, they penetrated me simultaneously from bothsides. But for me even worse, Francis had recorded the whole evening with hiscamera ……On Sunday morning Marcel released me from my chains, threw my trousers, shoes,t-shirt as well as the ladies’ handbag on me and told me that we would be leavingfor my place. Still collared with the massive steel collar around my neck I knewthat I had no choice that to take me to my home otherwise the steel collar wouldstay which I could not afford as I had to go to the office the other day.When we had arrived and entered my apartment my wrists were cuffed again behindmy back. Now Marcel and Francis knew my address, they demanded me to give themmy telephone and mobile number and got it. Then Francis saw my pc. He switchedit on and the request for my password appeared. I had to disclose it. When theychecked my “own files” they detected not only all the gay and femdom pics I haddownloaded from the net, the yahoo groups in which I am a member, and mycomprehensive homepage, but also all my private and business e-mail addresses,and last but not least a slave contract which I had found on the net and afolder with all my personal details and wishes as a slave. They copiedeverything and mailed it to their address. I was fully at their hands and attheir mercy.Reading the Slave Contract Marcel decided to make some changes, have it adaptedand printed twice and then ordered my to sign both copies, immediately comparingmy signature with my signature kaş escort on other documents. Laughing Marcel explainedthat I should not worry on what was stated in the Slave Contract about thearticles on the chastity belt. Although I would not already wear a chastity beltthe wording of the Slave Contract would very soon become reality for me,nevertheless he would be prepared to accept that I sign the Slave Contractalready now. He took both signed copies and told me that I would need none as hewould let me know the other day where I could read the Slave Contract duelysigned on an URL as a pdf file. Obviously, now they had another piece ofevidence that I had become their slave for ever. The Slave Contract reads asfollows: SLAVE CONTRACTWhereas slave gunnarsub thereafter called “The SLAVE” has agreed to give upvoluntarily all rights, personal and legal, in order to become the property ofThe OWNER and whereas Marcel G. thereafter called “The OWNER” has acceptedownership over The SLAVE, the purpose of this Slave Contract is to codify andenforce the property rights of the OWNER over the SLAVE. These property rightsare total and absolute, The OWNER shall be entitled to all rights implied by theterm “Ownership” over The SLAVE, and The SLAVE, as property, shall have norights whatsoever, either explicitly stated, or by implication.Now,Following the initiative and firm wish of The SLAVE, both parties agree asfollows:The SLAVE agrees to submit completely to The OWNER in all ways. There are noboundaries of place, time, or situation in which The SLAVE may willfully refuseto obey any order of The OWNER without risking most severe punishment. The SLAVEwill never be given the option to act on this own desire, but will be trained tocomplete obedience by a combination of systematic humiliation and punishment.The SLAVE will be on duty 24 hours a day, 7 days a week all over the yearwithout any leasure time for The SLAVE.By way of return The OWNER undertakes to humiliate, harass, torture and punishThe SLAVE without any mercy up to and even beyond the limits by means ofsadistic and mean orders and permanent obligations, The OWNER agrees to inventcontiniously new torments and cruelties which The SLAVE will have to endure, andto enforce compliance by most severe punishment and torment.In particular, The OWNER consents to punish The SLAVE mercilessly at least assevere as announced, and under no circumstances diminish a punishment threatenedin the case of no immediate compliance, lack of performance, or poorperformance. The OWNER, however, has every right to enlarge any punishment inany way He likes. It is being agreed explicitely that punishment may even be outof all proportion with regard to the misbehaviour of The SLAVE.It is up to the sole discretion of The OWNER to decide whether there is a caseof no immediate compliance, lack of performance, or poor performance. In theopposite, such decision holds true even if not valid at all. Similarly, anyallegation of no immediate compliance or lack of performance made by others areto be taken as given. The SLAVE does not have the right to argue even thefalsest allegation resulting in a severe punishment.The OWNER may ask other Mistresses or Masters to execute any punishment imposedon the slave.Furthermore, The OWNER consents to ensure that all orders for The SLAVE will beextremely humiliating, forcing The SLAVE to do things, or do them in a way henever would be prepared to do under normal circumstances.The SLAVE will be permanently locked in a steel chastity belt. It is fully atthe discretion of The OWNER to deny any sexual relief to The SLAVE as long as Helikes, The SLAVE does not have any right for it. However, if in rare cases Heconsiders that, The OWNER will take care that sexual relief for The SLAVE iscombined with extreme pain and utmost humiliation and might even be stopped justbefore orgasm, be it while enforced wanking, be it while The SLAVE gets fuckedby The OWNER or one of his friends.On the other hand, for the pleasure of The OWNER or one of his male or femalefriends it is The SLAVE’s duty to lick or suck them at any time. Alike, at anytime The OWNER can do The SLAVE or ask one of His male or female friends to ****him. In any case, there will be severe punishment if The SLAVE’s performance isnot absolutely satisfying, even when being ****d.The OWNER will have male and female lovers and He may vest them with the rightto give orders to The SLAVE and punish him according to their caprice.The OWNER will take as long as necessary to train The SLAVE. Training will beharsh, and will by no means be fair. Such training will be delivered by TheOWNER or by other Femdoms or Masters. The SLAVE may also be sent to a slavetraining camp for a documented most severe treatment regime.The OWNER will take videos and photos showing The SLAVE in most humiliatingsituations. It is up to His sole discretion to publish them in the internet, orin sex magazines or videos which are available in sex shops. These photographsor videotapes become the sole property of The OWNER at the time the photographsor videotapes are taken. While The SLAVE would prefer to keep these photographsor videotapes private, The SLAVE understands that they are not his property andThe OWNER may do with them whatever He likes.The slave may see The OWNER only from time to time, and he is never allowed tocontact Him. He will let The SLAVE know when He needs him.The OWNER may loan The SLAVE at any time to any other person. Further, He maycharge for The SLAVE’s slut services in any way He chooses. Any money or othernegotiable earned in this manner or any other is the sole property of The OWNER.The terms and conditions of this Slave Contract may be modified and supplementedat any time at the sole discretion of OWNER in whatever way He likes. The OWNERwill ask friends and also people in the internet for proposals to aggravate theSlave Contract especially with regard to further humiliation of The SLAVE, andimplement such proposals without skruple.This Slave Contract will be concluded for an initial period of 5 years andsubsequently will continue for an indefinite period of time up to the rest ofthe life of The SLAVE, if not terminated by The OWNER.The SLAVE has no right to terminate this Slave Contract. In order to avoid thatThe SLAVE may consider escaping from his obligations it is agreed upon that TheOWNER will flush down the toilet the only key of The SLAVE ‘s chastity belt, ifthere is any attempt to stay off from the contractual obligations of this SlaveContract.One copy of the Slave Contract will be deposited with a notary in a sealedenvelope with the obligation for the notary to open it and -before returning itat the request of any party- mail it to a distribution list including TheSLAVE’s boss and relatives.It is agreed upon that this will materialize automatically, should The OWNERdecide to terminate the contract, or on request of the The OWNER should TheSLAVE consider escaping from his obligations. Additional copies will remain withthe The OWNER and the witnesses. There will be no copy for The SLAVE, as therewill be no way for The SLAVE to argue against any rule or regulation of thisSlave Contract.Rules for The SLAVEWithout any exception all rules apply to all situations and locations at anygiven time, be it when only The OWNER is present, be it in the presence of otherpeople or in the public.There will be absolutely no safeword for The SLAVE.The SLAVE shall speak only when being asked or when The OWNER gives permission.If being adress by somebody, he will wait whether The OWNER instructs him toanswer with the words “answer, slave”.The SLAVE shall address The OWNER as “MASTER” His male friends as SIR and Hisfemale friends as MISTRESS at all times and any place. In the presence of otherpeople The SLAVE will address The OWNER at a voice level that it can be clearlyunderstood in what way The SLAVE has to address The OWNER.The OWNER shall tattoo, brand, or mark the slave on any body part and in any wayhe so desires. Purpose of such tattoo, brand, or mark should be the permanenthumiliation of The Slave.The Slave will not use the toilet without permission of The OWNER. Privacyshould not be assumed. The OWNER will frequently order The SLAVE to pee on thefloor in front of others and then order him to clean the mass with his tongue.Indoors The SLAVE will always be completely nude apart form his chastity beltand his steel collar. If The SLAVE is on duty outdoors The SLAVE will alwayswear what The OWNER determines to be the appropriate attire for any givensituation. This may be as little as the chastity belt and slave collar, even inpublic. The fact that this may cause The SLAVE embarrassment is of no concern.The OWNER may command “Strip!”, at which point The SLAVE must stop wherever itis, and immediately strip himself of all clothing on the spot. Whethercompletely naked, clothed in a revealing or humiliating outfit, or fullydressed, The SLAVE will always make every part of his body available to TheOWNER at any time, displaying and exposing the demanded area within easy reachof The OWNER, and following all spoken commands as to the display and exposureof its body for any and every purpose.The SLAVE will never touch its penis, scrotum, anus or nipples without The OWNER’s permission. They are for His enjoyment only, not The SLAVE’s.The SLAVE will always strive to extend his limits to new heights, so that TheOWNER can be increasingly proud of His property.The Slave shall live by the rule that everything is forbidden which is notexplicitly permitted or authorized.AffidavitI, the undersigned slave gunnarsub, certify that I am 55 years old, that I amnot physically or mentally impaired by influence of any d**gs, includingalcohol, or other reason where I do not know what I am doing and am legally andmentally competent to contract in my own name. I am signing this document of myown free will, without coercion or pressure of any kind. No one has made anypromises, guarantees, warranties, or offered threats or inducements of any kindto get me to sign this Slave Contract.I hereby totally submit to The OWNER without limit and without reservation. Withfull understanding of the meanings and implications of this Slave Contract, Ispecifically desire and request The OWNER to force me to comply if necessary,using any means at The OWNER ‘s disposal without any limit. I specificallyrequest and authorize The OWNER to use force to compel my obedience, and Ispecifically request and authorize The OWNER to ignore anything I may say or dowhat might in any way be considered a refusal or retraction on my part.I do want The OWNER to enforce His orders by punishment without limitation, bymaking me to do whatever He wants done. I do want that, as one method ofdiscipline, I will get whipped, lashed, or caned. I do want the whippings tohurt and accept that they may leave permanent marks on my body. The OWNER maypunish me either for a lapse in my behavior, for a completely arbitrary reason,or just for His enjoyment, amusement, or gratification.I understand that the Sixteenth Amendment prohibits slavery and involuntaryservitude. Nevertheless, for my own purposes, I desire to become and to be aslave. I am signing this Slave Contract in an attempt to effect that status. Ispecifically request the courts, the law and government not to interfere. Iconsider any attempt by an outside authority to limit in any way The OWNER ‘srights and prerogatives under this Slave Contract to be an unwarrantedinterference with my constitutional right to privacy. I am of legal age and Iam legally an adult who knows what he is doing. I specifically want this. Inthe strongest language I request the government not to “protect” me from theconsequences of this decision.I give up any and all rights of any kind and description. I specifically waiveany and all protection in law or equity, any constitutional rights orprotections, and any other rule or regulation that would in any way prevent TheOWNER from having total control over every aspect of my life.I desire to be placed in a position where I CANNOT change my mind. Recognizingthat a government may not allow a totally irrevocable contract, no matter howmuch I want one, I agree to the following clause, which makes it extremelydifficult to break this Contract. This Slave Contract is irrevocable except as provided for in this paragraphonly.Furthermore, I hereby execute an unconditional, unlimited, irrevocable,assignable Model Release in favor of The OWNER covering all pictures, films,video, audio, public performance, and recordings of me of any kind, whether trueto life or manipulated in any fashion, and all associated material, includingpromotional, either factual or fictional. I waive all rights to inspect theproducts before or after use and waive my claims for embarrassment or mentaldistress specifically and all other claims of any sort generally. I consent thatsuch material may be sold with all revenues due to The OWNER, or distributedfree of charges, or put into the internet at public display.Last, but not least, I accept and even request that The OWNER destroysimmediately the only key of my chastity belt while I am locked in it, should Iever dare ask The OWNER for his consent to cancel this Slave Contract. Thiswould clearly leave me forever locked in the chastity belt, with no possibilityat all to remove it ever again.By my signature below, I acknowledge that I have read, understand, and agree toabide by the rules of this Slave Contract. Of my own free will, as of (date), ____________________(slave gunnarsub)Accepting this Slave Contract and obliging myself that I will under nocircumstances give consent to cancel it, but do everything to enforce executionby the use of punishment as outlined above.Furthermore, I oblige myself to destroy immediately the only key of the chastitybelt, if The SLAVE dared to request to have this Contract canceled at any time.As of(date), _____________________(Marcel G.)The parties also want to have a witness who is prepared to testify about thecircumstances under which the Slave Contract was concluded and that the SlaveContract was entered into voluntarily, consensually, and without coercion orforce.I, being present during the act of signing this Slave Contract, witness that TheSLAVE has eagerly entered this Contract at his free will and that he hasconfirmed to each of us that he has initiated compiling this Slave Contracthimself. I furthermore confirm that the OWNER has not put any pressure on TheSLAVE to this Slave Contract and to renounce all rights as a human being.Signature of Witness (date), ______________________(Francis S.)When they left Marcel turned back once more and said “From now onwards you willhave your mobile always on and with you. We may give you orders by phone at anytime. If you don’t anwer a call you will be punished in a way you will neverforget again. And, by the way, you talked about a series of sessions to trainyou as a slut. That is o.k., however, we just realised that upon signing theSlave Contract we, too, have to meet our obligations. A series of sessionsshould do to train you as a slut, but according to the Slave Contract we areobliged to keep you as our slave even after you have become a slut.” They leftlaughing …To be continuedSissy gunnarsub Turned Into A Slutpart 3A few weeks later. The Latowski belt had arrived. Marcel had locked my wrists tochains dangling from the ceiling and my ankles widespread to bolts on theground. Taking all the pieces of the steel chastity belt from a cupboard, Marcelexplains “There are two locks but one key fits to both of them. And there arethree identical keys that fit. Key number one is with a lawyer. You don’t needto know about that. It’s a sort of insurance policy. If things go wrong betweenus, he’s got enough information about you to ensure you will regret it up to theend of your life.”Key number two is with Francis and number three with me. So easy.” With a flickof his wrist, he clicks on a hidden light switch and spotlighted a steel andchrome masterpiece. “It’s a Latowski chastity belt, which I have modified just abit. Oh, don’t get me wrong, it’s a wonderful design, but I want to absolutelyassure permanence to it. Even this chastity belt might be defeated by cutting orfiling, although I doubt that in a Latowski belt this works.” “But just to be onthe safe side I have modified the belt to provide an absolute “secure”protection.Well, I have added a more permanent accessory to prevent tampering. Embeddedwithin the front part of the belt is a high tensile steel pin neatly positionedabove the cock. The entire system is balanced under high tension and would betriggered by cutting or grinding of the belt in any way. Any unauthorisedtampering and….” SNAP! In a fast flash, a razor sharp steel pin perforates thecock. ” There is no way to open the belt without the proper key. I am quite sureit would be extremely painful if somebody tried. Ingenious isn’t it?I can do nothing but stare in speechless horror at the devilish device.Marcel skilfully adjusts the belt fitting one piece into another. “You are quitesafe, as long as you don’t try to get free, slave.” “Finished! Have a last lookat the lock and key, as you will never be able to touch them again.” This shocksme even more that having the belt placed on me.There would be no release for me for quite some time. Over the next few months,I will become very attentive to Marcel’s and Francis? needs. The devilish pinwithin the belt stops all my attempts to get relief. This chastity belt was thebest tool to avoid that I ever again would be able to escape from being theirslave and slut……The next morning Marcel ordered me: “Take the phone and dial this number. When somebody answers, just say ‘This isGunnar, and my ass and my body are entirely at your disposal.” I looked sharplyat Marcel and think “I can’t say that!” but do not dare speak.I picked up the phone and dialled. “Hello?” A deep, male voice. I hesitated,briefly. ‘This is Gunnar” I said, my voice slightly tremulous, “and my ass andmy body are entirely at your disposal.” For several seconds there was silence.”If he asks you questions” Marcel murmured “Just answer ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No,Sir’.” I nodded.You’re Gunnar, the guy with the chastity belt?” the voice of that man again. Ihesitated, shocked that obviously a lot of people already knew that I was lockedin a chastity belt. “Yes, Sir” I at last responded. “And you know me?” “No, Sir”I replied. ” But you like to offer your body and your ass to people whom youdon’t know?” “Not really, Sir.” “But you like to get fucked by people whom youdon’t know?” I did not know what to answer, so I said again “Not really, Sir.”Marcel suddenly took a riding crop and I got a stinging lash on my back. “Youhaven’t quite grasped your situation yet, slave, have you? “Either you apologisefor your rudeness, or you subject yourself to fifty strokes with this crop andring this number again in an hour’s time. Choose. “Marcel continued “Call him and tell him how sorry you are. Repeat that your assand your body are entirely at his disposal.””Hello?” That deep voice again. “Hello, Sir. This is Gunnar. I’ve been orderedto tell you how much I regret my rudeness in not admitting how much like to getfucked by everybody and, too, by people whom I don’t know”. I paused. He saidnothing. “I really am most sorry for my grossly impolite behaviour, Sir. Pleaseforgive me, Sir!”His answer was like a choc for me. “You will have to learn that a slave neverever has the right to state that he does not like something, especially not toget fucked by people whom he don’t know. Even worse, you are not only a slavebut a slut. And secondly, you were ordered to call yourself ‘Sissy gunnarsub,cock sucking slut’ in all conversation, which you have not done. I insist thatyou will get severely punished for that matter of disobedience.””Marcel, I would like you to lock up this slut spread eagled in a pillory,unable to move, blindfolded and gagged. Remove his chastity belt and putcrocodile clamps on his nipples, ass and shoulders should be naked and exposedfor whipping. He should be kept in this position for at least 4 hours. Executeevery 30 minutes 25 lashes without mercy on his ass and shoulders. Ignore allpleas for mercy or release. The lashing should continue even if the slave isscreaming and pleading.He then should be ****d repeatedly, used and abused in any manner you, Francisand your friends desire or consider necessary.This procedure and the experience of long-term punishment and humiliation shouldsoon break in the slave and he should soon obey each and every command instantlyknowing the consequences of disobedience…….”Today we are going to have a party and the centre of attraction will be you.Today you will be gangbanged, slave,” Marcel told me instead of a welcome at ournext session. Having stripped to my chastity belt he cuffed my left wrist to myleft ankle and my right wrist to my right ankle, forcing me in a bent positionand offering my ass. He locked the steel collar around my neck, and fixed aleash to it pulling me to the living room. In there were some eight men, Francisand the two black giants who had fucked me already during my first session. Theothers I did not know. From the way they were looking at me I got that it wouldnot be an easy day for me. Marcel told me that I would have to suck off allthese well hung gentlemen and get them in my ass as many times as they couldmanage. I was not be allowed to cum and was even not able to achieve an erectiondue to my chastity belt.To start I had to greet all guests by licking their boots exposing my assprominently with the opening in the chastity belt to the others. Then Francisforced me on my knees, chained my balls to my ankles, put crocodile clamps withweights on my nipples, and cuffed my wrists behind my back. “Remember that wewill whip and torture you without mercy unless we are satisfied with yourperformance or if you fail to comply. Is that understood?” Marcel threatened andcontinued “and you will swallow all cum. Do not dare spit it out.”Some of the cocks I blew until they cummed, others stick their cock in gettingit ready for fucking me. When they were done I had to take the cock back into mymouth until he was hard again, at which time he did me another again, that wasrepeated several times until all were finished.Slut”, Marcel stopped me right in my movement, “may I ask you to do me afavour?” This was a question rhetoric with no answer expected and I did not dareanswer. “I would like you to remember this great day and share it with otherpeople, too. By next Friday, you will get a tattoo on your back right above thechastity belt stating in bold letters Marcel was here on the left side, manyothers too on the right side and in between an arrow pointing downwards to yourasshole. Everybody will understand what that means and treat you as what youare, namely a slut. On next Friday we will check”.Getting the tattoo was most embarrassing, I did not only have to explain what Iwas after but had to display also my chastity belt to the guy in there. When Iwanted to pay cash he rejected and insisted that I paid with my credit card,thus getting my full name. But he was still not satisfied and wanted to see mypassport as well claiming that this would be their paying policy. I knew that Iwould meet this guy from the tattoo shop soon again….To be continuedSissy gunnarsub Turned Into A Slutpart 4A couple of weeks later.Marcel phoned me and ordered me to go to go to a small hotel and to give ablowjob to somebody who would be waiting for me in room no 332. Dressed in aprovocative ladies outfit and boots with high heels, the only thing I wasallowed to carry with me was ladies handbag with the pair of cuffs, a steelcollar and a leash, a butt plug, a lubricant and at least a dozen condoms, mypassport but no money.Arriving there I introduced myself as ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’. Heordered me to give him my ladies handbag and to strip. Only moments later I wasstanding in front of him with nothing on but my chastity belt. He took the cuffsfrom my handbag and cuffed my wrists in front of me. Then he locked the steelcollar around my neck, now unremovable as there were only keys for the cuffs inmy handbag but none for the collar. With a tow rope he tied my cuffed wrists tothe bed in such a way that I was placed on my stomach and the knot of the ropeout of my reach. I was completely helpless and offering my ass. The guy tookpictures, then sat on my arms with his cock dangling directly in front of mymouth. then ordered me to suck him. Again he took pictures, lots of pictures. Insome, it was obvious who I was and what I was doing, and in most of them youcould not see that I was tied up. I looked like I was doing exactly what Iwanted to be doing, especially when he had me smile as I licked his cum from myface and sucked on his fingers as he fed me droplets of cum and I appeared to bebegging for more.He then went around behind me and pushed the head of her dick up against myasshole. I squirmed to avoid it but the guy slapped my face. “Hold still,sissy!”He pushed his dick into my ass and I felt it slide in as I relaxed my muscles.The guy started a gentle in and out motion that drove his dick deeper with eachpush. I grunted with each penetration.”How do you like this fucking, sissy?” The guy asked. “Does it feel good to getfucked?”, he asked as he started to nibble my ears and neck, in spite of mysituation I started getting erect and my cock pushed against the spikes in thechastity belt causing me pain. “Do you want me to stop, little girl?” I shook myhead and moaned behind my gag.The guy pumped faster and harder into my ass. “The next time I fuck you, sissy,I’m going to whip you first.” He pushed his dick hard into my ass and continuedfondling my nipples. When he had been jacking off, he started taking picturesagain, some of which only showed my cum drenched face.He put the ball gag back in my mouth, checked the ropes that held me tied, thenwent toward the door. As he turned the knob he looked at me with an amused smileand said, “I put the money in your purse, it will not only cover the rent on theroom but also the one Euro you charge as slut. The maid usually comes betweennine and noon, so you should have some time to accept that you are now ‘Sissygunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ before they discover you and untie the ropes. It’sonly midnight now, so you have at least nine hours to keep reminding yourselfthat you are ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’. I’m sure your Mistress willbe pleased.”There are no words to describe the effort I made to try to free myself from thebonds that held me, but it was clearly hopeless. After about an hour or so Irealised that ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ had not only sucked a cockand got fucked tonight, but ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ was also goingto be discovered by the hotel maid, covered with a man’s cum on ‘Sissygunnarsub, cock sucking slut’s face and ass. I don’t know how, but ‘Sissygunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ eventually found sleep and only woke up when’Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ heard the keys rattling in the hotel roomdoor.The maid walked into the room and gasped when she saw the humiliated sissychained to the bed, but then she chuckled when she saw ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cocksucking slut’s chastity belt, the steel collar around my neck and especiallywhen she read the tattoo above the chastity belt stating that Marcel and so manyothers were “there”.The maid was a tall BBW perhaps half of my age, definitely carrying overweight,with long blonde hair and huge boobs, her breasts were her best feature and shehad her blouse unbuttoned to make sure they were shown to her advantage. Sheremoved the gag and asked, “Are you okay?””Yes, I’m okay, I can explain, it’s okay, can you untie me.””You don’t need to explain, but you do have to tell me, were you ****d, or haveyou been part of some kinky sex game?””Well, I wasn’t ****d, no, this isn’t what I expected but no I wasn’t ****d.””I see, if it’s ****, I need to call the Police to untie you, otherwise evidencecould be lost, and the hotel could run into a claim.””It’s okay, I promise.”The maid said she would be right back again, then left the room, ‘Sissygunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ noticed that she didn’t lock the door behind heror even pull the door closed tight, ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ thoughtabout calling out to her, and then decided to keep quite and wait. Eventually,the maid returned with a digital video recorder and said, “The manager isworried about lawsuits, so he wants you to record a release to make sure thehotel isn’t held liable for damages if you change your mind and decide it was**** after all.”She put a piece of paper in front of me and told me to read it, using my namewhere it said ‘your name here’, I had no choice but to read:”My name is ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ and I was tied up in this hotelas part of playing consensual sex games with a gaypartner. I have been fuckedbut not ****d, nor am I a victim of a sexual assault at this hotel, nor have I,’Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ been held against my will by any employeeof the hotel or anyone associated with the hotel or any client of the hotel. I,’Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ accept total responsibility for anyinconvenience which occurred at the hotel, as it was part of a sexual game whichI, ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock kaş escort bayan sucking slut’ agreed to participate in of my own freewill and for my own enjoyment.”The maid shut off the video recorder when I finished and laughed “that’s verysweet, but the hotel needs you to use your real name when you read it”. Iblushed as I read it again using my real name and she recorded it again.I expected to get released and told her that the keys for the cuffs would be inthe handbag. To my surprise the maid opened my ladies handbag and instead of thekey she took the passport out of it. Obviously, she wanted to check that my namein the statement was correct. Then she left without untying me and I assumedthat she went to the hotel manager in order to make sure that he was happy withthe release and that he did not want her to call the police.When she returned, she locked the door behind her, walked up in front of me andsaid, “So ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’, how long have you been a whore?”I didn’t know how to react, and she continued telling me that the video wouldnot have been given to the hotel manager but she had given all the documentationand my passport to a colleague of hers. Asking for my telephone number she toldme that her name was Miss Tatjana and that she would phone me and give mefurther instructions as to the documentation. She untied the tow rope and thecuffs and told me to dress and to check out. The steel collar was clearlyvisible and I could not avoid that the clerk at the cashier and on the way backhome a lot of people stared at my collar. As only Marcel had the key to thecollar I would have to wear it until he was prepared to release me from it.Again, I had been put at the mercy of somebody I even didn’t know. ‘Sissygunnarsub, cock sucking slut’, had become ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking and assfucking slut’…….Already late afternoon of the same day Miss Tatjana phoned me and told me thatshe would expect me within 5 minutes in a small bistro which actually was almostnext door. As I feared that I had no other choice I hurried there and sat atable looking for Miss Tatjana.I knew that something was going on because when Miss Tatjana entered, she juststood there in front of me, with her huge body smiling a secret little smile,hands on hips. “Yes, Miss Tatjana,” I said, “What is it?” She said nothing andsmiled and I saw a piece of paper in her hand. She handed it over to me, I tookit and turned the paper off. I recognised it instantly. It was a photo showingme chained to the bed in the hotel with cum on my face. Certainly, I felt agnawing dread in my stomach.I looked up to see Miss Tatjana smiling down at me. I started to stammersomething – I don’t know what – but she stopped me, “Just listen” she said, Iwaited.”So you like this sort of stuff, don’t you,” she smiled, ” You like the thoughtof being used by a man in any way he wants. To be a slave, a slut, a worthlesspiece of meat. But you will also have to like the thought of being used andabused by me and my friends in any way we want. That means humiliating you,whipping you, pissing on you, even fucking you, but with a strap-on .” Shepaused. “What do you think your friends, your colleagues, your neighbours, yourboss would do if they knew that you are a slut, that you go to a hotel in orderto get fucked by a gay? Do you think they’d be proud?” She laughed, tossingher head back.”Shall I tell them?” Miss Tatjana asked me, “Shall I?” “No, please,” Istammered, ” Please don’t.””Why not?” she laughed, ” Give me one good reason.””I’ll do you whatever you want,” I said desperately, ” A Anything. ” MissTatjana?s eyes widened and a smile flashed across her face. “Everything?” shesaid, “Everything?””Yes, Miss Tatjana,” I said quickly, “I will do everything.”She looked at me. I felt her gaze running up and down my body and a cold shiverran through me. Miss Tatjana stood up and looked down on me, still seated. Thenshe spoke, “Lick my boots,” I looked up at her, open-mouthed. I couldn’tbelieve what she had just said. My mind raced. On the one hand, this order tolick her boots in public was ridiculous. On the other hand, this was the sortof thing I had dreamed of for years. “Lick my boots,” she said again, “I won’task again.”I slipped off the chair and got down on my knees. Lowering my face to thefloor, I pressed my lips against the top of Miss Tatjana?s left boot, then Imoved across to the other boot, licking that too. I knelt before her, not daringlooking up. People sitting at the other tables stared at the scene, I sensedtheir glares without seeing them, I felt so humiliated like never before in mylife. Even when I had to report to Marcel the situation was different, that wasin private, this happened in public.”Now listen, ” Miss Tatjana said, “You will come to my house at 8 sharp tonight. Do you understand? If you arrive one second late, the pictures will be sent toyour friends, co-workers, to your boss, and anyone else I think would beinterested in knowing what a pervert you are. From now on, you will do whateverI say without question and without hesitation. If you refuse, then everyonewill know. If you question me, everyone will know. If you hesitate, everyonewill know. Do you understand?”I nodded, barely able to believe what was happening. “Do you understand?” MissTatjana repeated.”Yes,” I replied. She smiled, ” Yes what?” I hesitated, not immediately knowingwhat she meant, but then the realisation hit me. “Yes, MISTRESS,” I said.”Good,” Miss Tatjana smiled, “Looking forward to seeing you tonight.” And withthat, she turned and walked out of the bistro.My mind was a whirl. Thoughts flashed through my head. What should I do? Whathad happened was barely believable. Should I do as Miss Tatjana said, or shouldI defy her? What would happen if I came to her house as she had ordered? Whatwould happen if I didn’t? The thought of being ordered to do something by ahotel maid, a woman half my age, was intoxicating.Her home was not far away, within walking distance and yet I arrived there 15minutes too early. I waited the remaining time, I must have checked and doublechecked my watch several times, the minute hand crawling oh so slowly towardsthe 12. At one minute to twelve, I walked nervously up the path to MissTatjana?s door. I looked at my watch and watched as the second hand sweptround. At precisely 8:00, I knocked loudly on the door. There was no way backnow.Nothing. No reply. I waited a while and then knocked again. Was I at the wronghouse? Was I late? Again, I knocked. I looked at my watch. Three minutes pastseven. I got nervous, once more, I knocked on the door. Perhaps this was atest. The minutes passed. I knocked again. Eventually at ten minutes pastseven, I heard movement in the house.The door opened and Miss Tatjana stood in the doorway just icily looking at me.”At last, slave, ” she said, “What kept you?” She did not expect an answer asshe continued, “Now you are here, you need to arrive properly in a mannerbefitting your status.” I trembled within at the sound of those words: whatcould she mean? “Now get your clothes off, get back to the end of that path, andcrawl up here on your belly like the worthless worm you are. And when you gethere, get on your knees and beg to come in.”I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I thought of refusing but I knewthat it was of no avail and anyway, the thought of what Miss Tatjana hadcommanded me to do excited me beyond words. I looked around. It was dusk andthe light was fading but there was still enough light for anyone passing to seeme. Miss Tatjana stood there watching what I would do.I started to blush and began to undress in front of her. I was now standing infront of her with nothing on but my chastity belt and the steel collar.”What are you waiting for?” Miss Tatjana said as she gathered up my clothes andthrew them indoors, “Get to the end of the path and start crawling.” There wasno way out now. My clothes had been taken from me and to get them back, I hadto do as she commanded. Quickly, I ran to the end of the path, nervouslylooking around to see if anyone was watching. I then dropped onto my belly. The concrete path was cold and wet against my chest and belly. I began to crawlback up the path on my stomach, pushing myself along with my hands and feet. Ilooked up to see Miss Tatjana silhouetted in the doorway, watching me intently.It seemed an eternity before I reached the door. Then just as I reached thedoor, Miss Tatjana slammed the door in my face. I knelt before the door as shehad instructed, my chest red from scr****g on the path, sweat forming on mybody, and knocked on the door. “Please, MISTRESS,” I pleaded, “Let yourworthless slave in.”There was no response. I knocked again, pleading all the more. No reply. Minutes passed as I knelt there naked and cold, knocking pathetically on thedoor in the fading light. Miss Tatjana must have left me there for five or tenminutes before she deigned to open the door and stood before me again. “Who areyou, slave, ” Miss Tatjana asked, ” Have you forgotten?””Let me know me who you are if you remember again, slut,” she said and closedthe door again. Then it hit me who I was. “MISTRESS, this one is ‘Sissygunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ .” No reaction. I repeated at a little bit highervoice “MISTRESS, this one is ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ .” Again, noreaction. I was desperate, so I repeated the humiliating introduction again ateven higher voice “MISTRESS, this one is ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ .”The door opened again , Miss Tatjana ordered me to turn around and cuffed myhands behind my back. “Follow me, slut, ” Miss Tatjana snapped and turned andwalked down the hallway. I followed on my hands and knees, gazing up at herround bottom and gorgeous appearance in front of me. She went into her livingroom and I followed.”Meet my friends,” Miss Tatjana said suddenly and I looked up to see two otherwomen, seated on the couch, grinning at me. “This is this kinky pervert Idetected this morning naked and in ties in the hotel. What a surprise for mewhen I entered room 323 and saw this slut tied to the bed. At first I thought hewould have been robbed but then saw his chastity belt. The collar, and thetattoos disclosing that he is a slave and slut. More precise a cocksucking slutand must have been fucked by a gay as he had cum on his face and on his ass. SoI decided to record the whole situation and have him witness what had happened.He called himself ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ and put on record that hewas tied up in the hotel by a gaypartner who had fucked him. This is what is onthe video I showed you. Well he gave me his real name, his address, his phonenumber, everything, as he wanted the police to be kept out.”Only now, with a shock, I realised that one of the ladies was a neighbour ofmine actually living next door. She knew me, she knew my company, she knew myposition, she knew everything about me. She had a reputation for being a bitchand a witch, married to a man of colour who is in boxing. I did not relish beingat her mercy. My neighbour smiled at me,” what a surprise,” she said “this is aneighbour of mine, he is a white collar worker and an arrogant asshole.”To be continuedSissy gunnarsub Turned Into A Slutpart 5″Why don’t you turn him from a white collar worker into a steel collar wearer,”Miss Tatjana asked. “I will, I definitely will”, my neighbour responded “andbesides that I will make sure that life for this arrogant asshole will becomehell.” Whatever humiliations she had in store for me, I knew, would be welldesigned to provide the ultimate degradation and humiliation to me.I was still looking at my neighbour when Miss Tatjana ordered me on my knees.”Well, slave, ” she said, ” MISTRESS Natascha you know already. Now meet my mom,MISTRESS Tamara for you,” motioning to the woman to my left.” Hello, slave,” MISTRESS Tamara sneered. She was about my age, carrying evenmore weight than her daughter, but also tall and with a strict and superiorappearance. Now looking at her I froze. In her hands she held a videocamera andshe smiled when she realised that I glared at the camera. ” You are right,slave, it’s all on there, we have started a comprehensive documentation of yourservice as a slave,” and she pointed on the screen of the camera. I saw therehow I was crawling naked on the path towards the building. She took thevideocamera again and continued recording me naked on my knees, she zoomed andrecorded my chastity belt with the bold tattoo SKLAVE above it, then went aroundme and filmed me from the back, presumably again zooming and recording the othertattoo there, marking me as slut.” Turn around, slave” she ordered. She was wearing a long tight leather skirtand black boots with high heels. Her leather skirt was only a few inches awayfrom my face so I could see nothing but her skirt and her boots. “Who is your keyholder,” I heard MISTRESS Tamara asking. Now I was in a trap. Icould not disclose the name of Marcel, at the same time I could not withhold it.”No answer, good so, slave. I like it to break a slave and I promise you thatyou will regret your behaviour still this evening and that you will also tell methe name, be assured.” “Tanutschka, I will deal with the name of the keyholderlater.””Greet your MISTRESSES, slave,” Miss Tatjana told me and pushed me to the floor.I knew what to do. I bent down and kissed MISTRESS Tamara’s boots and shelaughed. “You can do better than that, slave,” icily said MISTRESS Tamara, “lick and clean my boots.” I began to run my tongue up and down the leather ofthe boots and started sucking her heel when she lifted one boot.”Now greet MISTRESS Natascha, slave.” I crawled across to MISTRESS Natascha’sfeet. She looked down on me, a wicked grin on her face. She lifted her foot,pushing it into my face. MISTRESS Natascha then lifted her other foot and pushedme over. I sprawled on the floor.All MISTRESSES laughed as I did so, staring down at me with disdain. MISTRESSNatascha lifted her boot, forcing me to lick the sole. The sole was muddy and Itasted earth in my mouth.”Now, get back over there, slave,” eventually ordered Miss Tatjana. “Listen,slave,” she continued, “From this moment on, we own you. You will do exactly aswe say, when we say it, or otherwise your dirty little secrets will becomepublic knowledge. You are now our slave to do with as we wish. Tonight, wewill teach you a lesson you will never forget. Understand?””Yes, Miss Tatjana,” I mumbled. She slapped me in the face, once, twice, and athird time. I understood. “Yes, MISTRESS Tatjana,” I corrected myself. Again, Isaw MISTRESS Tamara videoing everything with her camera. She must have recordedthe whole evening, and now I started to understand that I would never get out oftheir power again. I would have to stay not only as the slave of Marcel and hisfriends but also as slave of these three mean and wicked BBWs, not to talk aboutmy professional Domme for on-line training and humiliation!But my humiliation was not over. “I think you must be thirsty after all thatexertion and you will get something to drink. On your back, slave,” MISTRESSNatascha ordered. I obeyed and MISTRESS Natascha rose. Lifting her skirt, sheremoved her panties. I gazed up at the sight of her crotch.”Open your mouth, slut,” MISTRESS Natascha ordered, “And you’d better not spilla drop.” I opened my mouth wide and she began to pee on me. I felt her hotpiss flood into my mouth, choking me, overflowing down my cheeks. She began tomove slightly so that her pee ran over my face. I gulped the piss down as fastas I could.Eventually MISTRESS Natascha finished and stood up, lowering her skirt backdown, ordering me to lick each and every single drop of pee from the floor. Myhumiliation was intense as I knelt before my MISTRESSES, naked, belted, soakedin piss, the taste of Mistress Natascha’s pee still bitter in my mouth, and thecamera recording everything.”Who is your keyholder,” I heard MISTRESS Tamara asking again. “You need areminder of what you are, slave,” MISTRESS Tamara said. “You will not only tellus who your keyholder is, I want you, too, to apologise for not telling usimmediately and I want you to beg to get whipped and to thank me each time Iwhip you. Understand?””Please, MISTRESS Tamara,” I gulped ” I am so very sorry, but I can’t tell you.””Please, MISTRESS Tamara, please don’t whip me. Pleeeeeease.””Very well, slave,” MISTRESS Tamara said. They pushed me to a pillar in theroom, made me hug it and cuffed my hands again. MISTRESS Tamara told her fellowMistresses that enforcing corporal punishment means to use all their force,since a slave always shows more pain than he is really suffering.Suddenly, something hit me hard on my back. I tried to stand the pain. But aftersome twenty lashes on my back I could no longer tolerate the pain. I begged themto stop, I cried for mercy, there was none. Eventually, I shouted “The name ofthe keyholder is Marcel, MISTRESS.” The whipping did not stop and only a coupleof minutes later I had disclosed everything, Marcel’s name, Marcel’s address,and Marcel’s mobile phone number. There was no need to ask for my details asthat was already known.I hung my head in shame, my body sore and sweaty, still sticky from all the peeearlier. I felt so degraded. My MISTRESSES had reduced me to nothing more thanan object of their desires. And I knew that my humiliation was far from over.MISTRESS Tatjana and her fellow MISTRESSES had much more in store for me.”Listen slut,” MISTRESS Tatjana said, “You are now our plaything, to do with aswe wish and when we wish. From this moment on, you are our property, everythingyou will do is for us. You will worship us and perform any task we set youquickly and without hesitation. You will only wear clothes when we permit it.You will serve each of us and anyone else we may order you to serve. Understand?””Yes, MISTRESS.””Good,” MISTRESS Tatjana smiled, “Take your mobile back, I noted your number.Now you may leave for today. MISTRESS Natascha will call you for some serviceslater this week. After that, MISTRESS Tamara will take care of you. And I assureyou, we have some extremely humiliating things planned for you.What is your icq number?” She suddenly asked. I did not dare to hide it, so Isaid “62 881 323, MISTRESS.” MISTRESS Tatjana laughed and said “Soon this willbe publicly known, slave, and you will not dare to reject a chat addressing youas slave and slut gunnarsub. You will answer each and every question and obeyall orders you may get from your chat partners. Is that clear, slave?” “Yes,MISTRESS Tatjana.”……The screen of my mobile showed that there was a call from Marcel during the timeI spend with MISTRESS Tatjana. As I had not answered it immediately asinstructed I had to expect a severe punishment. I never before had phoned Marcelbut now I did not dare keep him waiting any longer. “Yes,” the voice seemed tobelong to Marcel. “This is sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut.””You are ordered to take each call immediately, slave. I promised that you willbe punished in a way you will never forget again it you fail,” Marcel said.”Move your ass to us immediately.”Arriving at Marcel’s place he took me in the boot of his car down town to aLatino Homo hangout, with nothing on but my chastity belt and my steel collar.Arms cuffed behind my back he had led me there with a leash attached to the ringthrough my nostrils which had been pierced a couple of weeks before and whichwas inserted when I arrived at Marcel’s place. Even if I dared I would have hadno possibility to resist as even the weight of the leash is enough to direct mein any way, and in spite of the humiliation and my fear what might happen Iwould do everything to avoid the slightest pull at my nostrils.In the hangout there were about twenty Latinos and I really got frightened whenwe entered. This was a scenario like in a film. A practically naked slave cuffedand led like an ox. Obviously, they knew that I was to be punished and theirattitude made me feel that I could not expect any mercy.Marcel ordered me to greet his friends. A pull at the leash and a kick in my assmade me know that this meant to clean everyone’s shoes with my tongue. Needlessto say, this was very degrading and humiliating. However, it gave Marcel muchamusement to strike my exposed ass with his riding crop and to point out toeveryone what a little slut I was.He then told me that after being whipped I was going to have to care for all ofthem. Marcel unlocked my chastity belt. I was now even more vulnerable as my asswas now unprotected. They lead me to a supporting pillar and cuffed my wristsbehind the pillar. Marcel offered to the crowd that everybody who would lash methus would acquire the right to fuck me. I believe nobody must have turned downthat offer. The pain of the lashes was unbearable. I cried for mercy but invain. They whipped me for more than one hour, just because I had not answeredMarcel’s call immediately, which actually was not feasible as Mistress Tatjanahad taken my mobile along with my clothes. My butt was extremely sore, but thatdid not stop my punishment.One of the Latinos remarked out that in the basement of the hangout there wouldbe a heavy pillory in which I could be fixed in such a way that I am bent overwith widespread legs, exposed naked and vulnerable to any caprice. Only minuteslater I was locked in this pillory. Marcel invited everybody to use me now inany way they liked. Although my butt was offered vulnerably to everybody, in thebeginning the crowd was more interested in my mouth, which was forced to be keptopen by a special device, and – with my head immovably fixed at theirconvenience – one after the other of the Latinos stuffed me with his dick, and Ihad to swallow all their cum.Immovably held in the stocks at the disposal of the crowd they forced me withthe whip, to not only suck them, but provide them with an outstanding blow jobunder the eyes of all guests, motivated by the stinging whip applied on my backand my ass.But this was only the beginning. Still busy with sucking dicks Marcel took evilcrocodile cramps which were connected with a chain, let them bite in my nipples,and attached weights and wires to the cramps which were connected to anerotomat, a low voltage electrical device. Switching on the power I could donothing but struggle in pain and agony when Marcel cruelly increased the powersupply, much to the pleasure of the Latinos around. The sensation in my nippleswas unspeakable. I was gasping and shaking.Controlling the voltage by turning it up and down, Marcel forced me to plea andbeg the crowd for being fucked, too, from behind. Like a sissy slut I was nowtaken simultaneously by two Latinos at the same time.Getting fucked from behind made the weights attached to my nipples swing backand forward hurting my nipples. Marcel picked up the chain of the nipple clipsand began to pull the, so my nipples were stretched straight out. He keptpulling. The pain was intense. He pulled harder – and I knew then that he meantto pull them off like that. He pulled harder and they began to slip. Finally,with a snap, the right clip flew off. I screamed. He yanked the left on off andI screamed again. My entire body was on fire.While all the crowd enjoyed, stuffing my mouth and my ass with their cum I wasdenied an orgasm and locked up again in my chastity belt.For my additional humiliation Marcel offered the key of my steel collar to thecrowd without me knowing who actually had it. Thus, in order to get this keyback I had to disclose my name, address, and mobile number to all peoplepresent, together with most compromising photos showing me as cocksucker. Marceltold me that these photos would act as tickets furnishing each of the presentLatinos with the power to force me to be at their disposal at any time later on.But even worse, now much more people might phone me and I might be much moreoften exposed to humiliating situations in which I would have to answer thephone as ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’.After they had finished r****g me Marcel lead me back to his car, again with myhands cuffed behind my back and pulling at the leash attached to the ringthrough my nostrils. My face was full of cum and cum, too, was still droppingout of my ass. Marcel was enjoying the scene as we walked to the car and lateron to his house, and I was fearful that someone would see me or notice me.When we got into the house, Marcel had me sit on the floor. He explained to mehow hot he was from watching my punishment and humiliation. He then sat down onthe couch and commanded me to suck his cock. As his body began to shake andquiver, it became obvious that Marcel was having an incredibly intense orgasmright there in front of my eyes.But the evening was far from over. Marcel walked back over behind me. He quicklyfastened a leash to the collar around my neck and pulled me to the middle of theroom. He fixed the leash to the ceiling and I stood there helplessly with myhands cuffed behind my back. Before he left the room for good, he shoved a gaginto my mouth and told me that and I would have to stand there all night. As Iwould not have obeyed his order to answer the phone immediately he would nowdisclose that following the link …see me in my chastitybelt… on my homepagehttp://www.geocities.com/gunnarsub/enslaved.html there would be a small pictureshowing my ass with welts and bruises. Clicking on that small picture wouldreveal my identity and provide a lot of fun for the viewer. I did not daresupplicate him not to do that as I knew that then again I would offend againstanother standing order entailing even more punishment. But I was desperate….To be continuedSissy gunnarsub Turned Into A Slutpart 6From the office I went directly downtown and headed for a restaurant. This hadbeen a normal working day for me, not being a slave but an executive. My ladieshandbag was more or less hidden in a plastic bag. As it was a warm summerevening I decided to have some food sitting outdoors in a street cafe in thepedestrian area. There was a pretty waitress with big boobs only half covered,so I decided to ask her for a recommendation instead of looking into the menu.In this very moment the mobile rang. What to do? From the recent experience Idid not dare wait answering it. “This is sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut,” Ifelt that I coloured up and saw the perplexed reaction of the waitress.It was Mistress Natascha, my neighbour. ” Where are you, slut?” She ordered meto report immediately to Her. So I explained to the waitress that I a clientwanted to see me immediately, paid my drink and gave her a good tip. From herdiabolic sneering I understood, she got it that I was sissy gunnarsub, cocksucking slut on the way to a client, on the way to do my job as cock suckingslut.When I reported to Mistress Natascha there was another bad surprise. MistressNatascha was not alone, her husband was opening the door. Being neighbours wehad one and the other small talk together so I said ” Good evening, Michail, mayI speak to Mistress Natascha.” Instead of an answer I got a slap in the face.Mistress Natascha?s husband is boxing, a real athlete, much stronger than me.”Come in!”Mistress Natascha was sitting on the couch, dressed in a black mini leatheroutfit and high black boots. She just pointed to her boots, being a clear orderto lick them. I blushed, the presence of Michail made it most humiliating for meto obey. But then I did not dare hesitating any longer, went down on my knees infront of her, and started licking her boots. “Did he tell you who he is, Michi?”this was a silly question as she was absolutely aware that her husband knew me.”No, he only asked for you!” Michail answered to his wife. “Then we will makesure that he never again will forget to introduce himself properly. Tell Michiwho you are!””This is sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut.” I knew that there would be neveragain small talk, but only humiliation for me. “Gunnar, a cock sucker,” Michaillaughed, “a sissy and a slut.””Strip, slut,” Mistress Natascha commanded and only moments later I displayedmyself with nothing on but my chastity belt. Michail laughed again and asked hiswife, “Do you have the key?” “No, the key is with a gay called Marcel. He andhis friend train our housemate as a slut for males. Have a look in his handbag,Michi.”Again, Michail laughed when he poured out the contents of the handbag with thecuffs, the steel collar and the leash, and the other items. Then he cuffed andcollared me. In addition to all my humiliation I had run into one more problem,as there were only keys for the cuffs in the handbag, but none for the collar.So I would have to wait until Marcel unlocked it again and at least tomorrow Iwould have to take a day off.Scrutinising the butt plug Michail handed it over to me and ordered me insert itinto it’s place. They both watched me as I inserted the plug with my cuffedhands through the opening of my chastity belt into my ass. My ass and back werestill covered by welts and bruises and sore from the whipping in the Latinohangout.”Slut, this plug will not get out again as long you are here. Is that clear?””Yes, Michail.” Michail?s reaction was another slap into my face. I understoodthat I was no more allowed to address him as Michail: “Yes, Sir.” Another slapin my face. “Yes, Master Michail.””You seem to have been whipped, slave.” ” Yes, Master Michail.” ” You don?t seemto satisfy your superiors, slut .” I did?n dare answer the question. ” What escort kaş wasit for?” With low voice I tried to explain that there was a call from MasterMarcel during the time I spend with MISTRESS Tatjana and therefore couldn?tanswer the call. I hoped that Natascha and Michail would share my opinion that Ihad been whipped for nothing, that I had been publicly humiliated and ****d fornothing.But again, Michail laughed, ” Nasch, we shouldn?t be so lenient in future withthis slut. The only language he seems to understand is the language of thewhip.” ” You are quite right, darling, we should really bring him to heel. Letus teach him how to serve us to the utmost and force him to understand themeaning of most humiliating service, complete obedience and full respect. Ithink, we should not tolerate any disobedience or any mistakes, Make extensiveuse of the whip and make him cry for mercy.” Listening to Natascha, who is myneighbour I got desperate and completely down.”Have a look at his titties, Nasch, this sissy should be properly dressed andnot go topless.” “You are right, Michi. Slut, tomorrow you will buy a series ofbras for yourself and this will be the only piece of cloth you will be allowedto wear in our presence and it will be your sissy uniform along with thechastity belt and the butt plug. Is that clear?” “Yes, Mistress Natascha. “Micha, “In future this slut should work in his sissy uniform as a housemaid forus. As our maid she must always curtsy on entering or leaving a room and shemust answer the door bell.” “Excellent idea, imagine there is one of our otherneighbours at the door,” Michail smiled “and I personally will cane him for eacherror or un-maid-like behaviour. “I was aware that I got involved deeper and deeper into my fate as a slave andthat more and more people would get to know that I had become sissy gunnarsub,cock sucking slut.”Are you hungry, slut?” MISTRESS Natascha asked, “I bet you are, as you did notget food in the restaurant, aren’t you?””Yes, MISTRESS Natascha,” I replied, knowing that only another humiliation wouldfollow.”Well, you will get a lot of protein,” MISTRESS Natascha said. They forced me sosit on a bar supported by distant triangles on both sides, which was too highthat me feet my reached the floor. Micha opened the cuffs, re-cuffed my wristsand connected them to a chain dangling from the ceiling. My ankles were tiedtogether and my body weight pressed the chastity belt painfully against mycrotch. Obviously, the had prepared my coming this evening.Sitting now both on the couch they watched me suffering from the constantlyincreasing pain. I tried to reduce the pressure against my crotch by lifting mybody but was feasible only for moments. My suffering seemed to make Natascha andMichail hot as they started fumbling each other. It didn’t take long and theyfucked in front of my eyes whilst I suffered incredible pain.Then I saw that both must have been having an incredibly intense orgasm. Michailreleased me from my horseriding, but cuffed my wrists again behind my back. Hepushed me down on my knees and forced me to clean him. Thereafter he pointedover to Mistress Natascha. “Lick my cum out of Nasch and make sure that therewill be not one single drop of cum left when I check that. As otherwise you willride the horse again and this time you will get whipped instead of watching usfucking.”So I started to lick the cum out of Mistress Natascha right after she had sexwith Her lover, Sir Michail.I was still licking Mistress Natascha when I heard Master Michail saying “Youwill give me a key to your apartment, slut! You will not have privacy any more.And from tomorrow onwards there will be a framed picture in your study showingyou sucking a cock and introducing you to each visitor as slave gunnarsub,cocksucking slut. Is that clear, slut?” Yes, Master Michail.”Now I had lost the last resort where I was a normal person and a businessexecutive. From now onwards I would be a slave and even worse, a slut in my ownapartment. I could not dare to get any visitor at home, not even a craftsman…….A few days had passed. It was a rainy evening so I decided to switch on the PCand go to see my favourite yahoo femdom group sites. In one of the groups therewas a message new file uploaded and when I went to that file I suddenly saw afile slut gunnarsub.rm. With horror I opened the file and detected that this wasa film showing me in the Latino bar pleading and begging for being fucked fromboth sides, and then how I was taken simultaneously by two Latinos at the sametime. The video was of excellent quality and I was easily identifiable. TheYahoo profile of the creator didn’t disclose anything about his details.Somebody whom I did not know must have filed that video. I started to panic andonly gradually calmed down again. I started to check the member list. There aremore than 3000 members in that group and in there some Germans living in mytown. Although only people interested in the subject of femdom become membersof this Yahoo group it might happen that one of those Germans living in my townrecognise me on the road. I have become a public slave. And even worse, I haveto fear that more pics and videos may appear in adult Yahoo clubs and by copyingthem they soon might be widespread.I wanted to check more Yahoo femdom clubs when I heard noises at the door.Somebody must have been there. Before I could reach the entrance the dooropened. There were Mistress Natascha and Master Michail. I did not know what todo but from the way they displayed their shoes I got to know that they expectedme to kiss and lick their boots. They had not closed the door and if somebodypassed I would be detected licking the boots of my neighbours in my ownapartment.”Get into your sissy uniform, slut, and come back again!” They wanted me tostrip, put on a bra, insert a butt plug into my ass, and come back to theentrance. I obeyed and, returning to the entrance, the door was now fully open.Again, I had to lick extensively their boots. Master Michail told me that withimmediate effect it would be prohibited for me to lock my entrance door, so thateverybody could enter at any time. He claimed that a slave and slut should nothave any privacy at all.Then they ordered me to follow them into the study. Master Michail asked for theframed pic of slave gunnarsub, cocksucking slut. I swear I would have put it onthe wall, but I had no such pic showing me sucking a cock, although plenty ofother people in the meantime had plenty of them. While explaining that to MasterMichail Mistress Natascha went to the PC and saw that file slut gunnarsub.rm.Calling Master Michail she restarted the video. They both watched how I beggedto get fucked and then got fucked. “Gunnar, you are really a slut. Nasch, copythe site address and mail it to us. As this slut did not obey when I ordered himto have his portrait as cocksucking slut in his study, we will ensure that hecan be seen as cocksucking slut in plenty of Yahoo clubs.”What I had feared that it might happen over the time was now going to becomereality in short.But my humiliation that evening had only started. Mistress Natascha made aseries of calls and invited for a drink – at my place – with me in my sissyuniform! I presumed that she had called Mistress Tatjana and Mistress Tamara butshe had made at least three more calls.Soon her friends arrived. I was right, she had actually called Mistress Tatjanaand Mistress Tamara but there were two other Ladies and I had to welcome everyLady at the open entrance door by kissing their shoes. The third person,however, was another neighbour of mine. When she saw me she laughed loudly,shook her head and left again. I panicked but this could only mean that tomorroweverybody would know…But after a few minutes she returned with a camcorder in her hands. I reallyfelt relieved although this could only mean to document me to even more personsas sissy slut gunnarsub. I had to serve drinks to all gusts in my sissy uniform.Then Mistress Tamara suggested that I should serve as their toilet slave thatevening. My head was chained to pipes in the bathroom just opposite the toilet.With my right wrist chained to my right ankle and my left wrist to my left ankleand my eyes covered by a piece of cloth which one gets from the carriers on longdistance flights I was degraded to the function of toilet paper without knowingwhom I served. Two times I even had to act as the toilet itself when I wasforced to open my mouth and they peed directly therein.All of them watched several times the video slut gunnarsub.rm and madedisgusting remarks. Before the released me and left Master Michail told me tocheck the Yahoo femdom clubs the other day where I would be able to see what Imissed having seen during my toilet service.On the way out Mistress Tatjana turned to Mistress Natascha and asked her “Youmentioned that our slut has to carry his mobile always with him waiting forcalls from his keyholders. Correct? And he has to take up the call before thethird sound and answer the phone as ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’?””Correct.” “Why not not tell our friends what a kinky pervert this sissy is. Letus call him every day and wherever he may be, our slut has to answer our callsas ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’.”” Great idea,” Mistress Cora, my other neighbour, affirmed, ” I just imaginewhat my colleagues in the bridge club would say if they learned that I have aneighbour who answers the phone as ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ I thinkI will do that and will give them the mobile number of this cocksucker in orderto check.”Within short they agreed that punishment for not answering the mobile alreadybefore the second sound would entail at least one hour horseriding accompagniedby a severe whipping in the beginning of the horseriding and before release.This was really a diabolic command, because now not only the number of dailycalls would rise but also since I would not be in the position to avoid havingto answer calls to my utmost humiliation in the presence of others. Gradually,more and more people would learn that I am no longer a respectable executive butnothing other than a cocksucking slut. I am going to become publicly known assissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut, and I am going to lose control about whoknows that I am a slave, a cocksucker, and a slut. Anybody in a restaurant, apub, even on the road might start to smile when seeing me and I never will besure again whether people around me may know or not.Then even worse, Mistress Tamara took my mobile with her and ordered me to cometo her place the other day. She insisted that I wear a black bra under a whiteshirt and neither a undershirt nor a jacket as otherwise she would not return mymobile. ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’. I knew that Marcel would not carefor what reason I did not answer the mobile, he would punish me and the nextpunishment would be even worse than the evening in the Latino bar. So I onlyhoped that Marcel would not call until I got back the mobile….To be continuedSissy gunnarsub Turned Into A Slutpart 7…The whole day in the office I could think nothing but that there would be picsin Yahoo femdom clubs diclosing my toilet service. As ordered by Master MichailI had left open the entrance door but fortunately nobody seemed to have been inmy apartment during the day when I returned in the evening.But when I entered the study I realised that there were hooks in the woodenceiling and on the floor, too. Somebody must have fixed them when I was in theoffice today. From the arrangement of the hooks it looked like an ideal tool todisplay me spreadeagled in chains to all my tormentors.I still had about one hour before I had to leave for Mistress Tamara, so Iswitched on the PC and checked my groups. In the Yahoo femdom clubs in which Iam a member. I was shocked when I saw the new file sissy gunnarsub with thephotos section of most clubs showing me in my sissy uniform, licking boots, andproviding toilet sercice. Although on the last ones I had the eyes cover on, Iwas clearly recognizable and identifyable because of the other pics of theseries. Even worse, my homepage http://www.geocities.com/gunnarsub/enslaved.htmlis now displayed in the links section of these pages as well as the file slutgunnarsub.rm in the file section.Suddenly I was frighteded, somebody entered my study. I didn?t know him and keptstitting in front of my PC, paralyzed with fear. “Yes … ” I asked. Instead ofan answer he threw something on the floor in front of me. Immediately, I gotaware what it was. It was one of the photos Marcel had distributed in the latinohangout as tickets furnishing everybody present with the power to force me to beat their disposal at any time later on.”You suck my cock, sissy,” the guy said in broken German language. Now I startedto perspire. Checking the Yahoo femdom clubs had taken more than three quartersof an hour and gradually I ran out of time as I knew I could not afford to belate at Mistress Tamara.”You suck cock, sissy,” he repeated. Then he saw the pic on my PC displaying mebeing pissed over the face. “I tell my friends. You our pissy, sissy.” Insteadof an answer I went on my knees, opened his trousers and started licking hiscock. He was already erect and it was a giant cock, much bigger than most of theones I had sucked so far. I could hardly accommodate his cock in my mouth.Fortunately, he cummed quickly and then left without saying a word. But I wassure he would tell his friends about my toilet service and, too, that “the doorto my apartment is open”.I had planned to put on the black bra only somewhere close to the place ofMistress Tamara but now it was too late to persue that plan. Therefore I tookoff my shirt and undershirt, put the black bra on and the white shirt on top. Inthe mirror I saw that my bra was visible even from distance. I rushed out of thehouse and was lucky that nobody was around. But walking to the place of MistressTamara I realised that people looked at me, some shaking their head, whilstothers made nasty remarks or at least turned around gaping at me.Although I hurried I arrived some two minutes too late. “What kept you,”Mistress Tamara said not unfriendly. I tried to explain, … that guy who hadsuddenly appeared in my apartment. “That is your problem, slut. You will regretbeing late, ” Mistress Tamara stood in the open door, but then turned and let mein. “I will not return the mobile to you, slut, and you may face theconsequences Marcel calls and there is no answer.””Please, Mistress Tamara,” I pleaded, “Marcel threatened to send me OWK for anextreme punishment stay if it happens again that I do not answer the phoneimmediately. From the net I know I know that this is terrible. Every day I wouldbe severely whipped there several times in public and displayed in the pilloryfor ages. All other time the slaves are forced to very hard labor in shackles orare gagged and chained naked in an underground prison. The slaves get only drybread served in the toilet, which they must eat with hands cuffed behind theback. Please, Mistress Tamara, foregive me for being late, it will never happenagain. “”That is your problem, slut,” Mistress Tamara repeated, “now strip, everything!”She took the cuffs out of my handbag, cuffed my wrists behind my back, and alsolocked the steel collar around my neck. Then she took a chain of one yard lengh,fixed it to my collar and, at the other end to the wall at an altitude of about3 feet, forcing me to kneel and facing the wall. Mistress Tamara got out of myview and when she returned she were naked but a corset and boots wtih highheels. Mistress Tamara climbed over the chain, her shaved pussy only inches farfrom my face. She laughed and then forced me to plong into her. Held in positionby the chain I could do nothing but accept that her tights closed around myhead, almost suffocating me. Knowing what was expected from me I started usingmy tongue as a dick and licking her clit. Smothering me in between I reallystarted to fear that I would choke but eventually, Mistress Tamara climaxed and,after she was licked clean, left the room.Chained with my head to the wall I was kept waiting until she returned afterobout one hour?s time. Again, Mistress Tamara climbed over the chain, but thistime the other way around. Now I plonged deeper and deeper into her ass, againheld in position by the chain. I knew that I had no alternative but to worshipher ass. This time I had to suffer getting suffocated even longer until MistressTamara finally released my head from her ass. And this time she did not leavethe room, but returned armed with a huge strapon. First, she forced me to suckher strapon and then I had to get up and she started to fuck me in my bent overposition.”How does that feel, slut? Do you like getting fucked by a strapon or do youprefer the cock of a gay?” I didn?t dare reply but then she shouted, “Answer,slave.” Not knowing how to reply I said with low voice “I like both, yourstrapon and the dick of a gay, Mistress Tamara.” Obviously satisfied with myanswer she laughed.I remembered that I always had wanted to become a slave forced to do thingswhich I never would be prepared to do under normal circumstances. But what hadstarted as on-line training and humiliation as sissy by a professional Mistresshad turned into real slavery with no more way out. Only recently I was forced tostate how much I like to get fucked by by people whom I don’t know and thisevening Mistress Tamara made me state how much I like getting ****d by both,strapons and dicks, although the opposite holds true. But a slave has to saywhat his owner wants to hear, not what the slave feels…….”How would you like that, slave?” grinned MISTRESS Tamara, “and showed me somecold stodgy lump of purree. I won?t eat it any more, but it?s good slave food.” Saying that, she sc****d the purree into a large dog’s bowl, placed it on thefloor, and the let drop a mass of saliva on it.I crawled to the bowl and took a bite of the purree. It was cold, dry andunappetising. With difficulty, I chewed it and swallowed it. I was obviouslyeating too slowly for my MISTRESS’s liking since I felt the stinging crash of awhip on my back and Mistress Tamara asked “You do not seem to like the saliva ofyour Mistress, slave, do you?” “Mistress, I like my food flooded with yoursaliva, pee, or cum.”The bowl was still more than half full when MISTRESS Tamara crouching over myhead. “How rude I am, slave, ” she chuckled from above me, “I promised you anice hot meal and also you need some more liquid to help that down. Now how canI do both the most efficiently?” And saying that, she laughed.As I lowered my head into the bowl once more, I felt warm liquid trickle ontothe back of my head and flow down my hair and cheeks into the bowl. MISTRESSTamara was crouching over me, peeing over my head and into the bowl. I felt sodegraded and humiliated as I began to slurp MISTRESS Tamara ‘s urine from thebowl and chew the purree, now soaked through with piss.Eventually, I was finished and the bowl was empty. MISTRESS Tamara ordered me toclean the bowl with my tongue to make sure that all purree and every drop ofsaliva and urine was gone before she moved the bowl to the corner of thekitchen…….There was a call on my mobile. I was walking on the street on the way back home.There were a lot of other pedestrians around but as I walked quickly I hopedthat nobody would hear me answering the phone as ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock suckingslut’. It was Mistress Cora, the other neighbour knowing me as slave. Shegiggled when she heared my voice, “How is that being at the mercy of others? “she asked. “I like it, Mistress Cora.” “Would you like to be at my mercy?” “Yes,Mistress Cora.” “Are you sure? ” “Yes, Mistress Cora,” I knew I had noalternative that to confirm.”Then go home and chain yourself spreadeagled to the hooks in your study, andput your crocodile nipple clamps on.” Was it her who had fixed the hooks? Icouldn?t imagine. “Yes, Mistress Cora,” I said.I was anxious when I stripped in my study and and eventually locked padlockafter padlock displaying me naked in my chasitybelt chained to the ceiling. Thedoor of my apartment was open because ot the respective standing order and I wasnow vulnerable exposed the everybody who might enter my apartment. I hadexpected that Mistress Cora would arrive but nothing happened. Hour by hourpassed, my uncertainty rose and rose.Then suddenly my mobile rang. I had put it on my desk, out of my reach. No wayto answer the call and I know that would mean heavy punishment. Again, anotherhour passed. Then Mistress Cora entered. She was not alone. Three other Ladieswere with her and there was a lot of laughter when they saw me. “I didn?tbelieve you, Cora, when you told me,” one of the Ladies said. “Tell my friendswho you are.” I am sissy gunnarsub, cocksucking slut.” Obviously, these Ladieswere colleagues of her bridge club and that means living in our town.Apart from my chastity belt I was naked and all three ladies fully dressed. Isaw that they looked at my tattoo presenting me with the word SLAVE below mynavel and going around me the other tattoo Marcel was here and many others tooand in between the arrow pointing to my back door entrance. Lady Cora switchedon my PC, I had to disclose her my password, and then she opened that file slutgunnarsub.rm.All four Ladies giggled and laughed watching that file again and again. Held bymy chains I presented myself as life actor of that video. One of the Ladiesasked Mistress Cora to mail the file to her and the two others joined her inthat wish. I knew, they would further circulate this file and soon a lot of morepeople in our town would have it.”Tell me, slave, how was that getting whipped and stuffed by a crowd ofLatinos?” one of them asked. I didn?t know what to answer thus I kept quiet.Suddenly, I felt a stinging whip on my back. Mistress Cora had hit me with fullpower with a riding crop. I could not help yelling. “Sorry, Mistress, I like itto get whipped and fucked by Masters and by Mistresses.” What a humiliation infront of Ladies I never had seen before.”Open your mouth, slave!” I obeyed and Mistress Cora spit a big load of salivainto my mouth. “Tell us, slave, do you like my saliva?” in order to be able toanswer I had to swallow her saliva.”Yes, Mistress Cora.” “What else, slave?” “I like the taste of your pee,Mistress.” They laughed. “What else, slave?” “I would like to taste the cum ofyour lover, Mistress Cora.” Again, a laughter from all the Ladies. “Tell us howyou licked the cum out of Nasch?s pussy after she had fun with Michi, slave!”It was clear that Mistress Cora wanted to humiliate me to the utmost in front ofher friends. I had to outline every detail how I licked Mistress Natascha,carefully cleaning her from each single drop of Master Michail?s cum. Then I hadto explain how much I like my sissy uniform with the bra and the butt plug andto offer them to come to their place and work for them in my sissy uniform as ahousemaid. “Agreed, slave.” I was going to become a public sissy, known byneighbours and a lot of other inhabitants in our town as a slave and slut, as acocksucker with the right for practically everybody to dominate me.”Why didn?t you answer the phone, slave?” Mistress Cora suddenly asked. Thatmeant it was her who had phoned earlier this evening. Silly question I thought,how could I answer her call after she had ordered me to chain myselfspreadeagled to the ceiling of the study. “Answer, slave!””The mobile was out of my reach, Mistress Cora.””You are a silly idiot, slave,” I heared Mistress Cora saying, “Why didn?t youtake the mobile in your hand? Being in chains doesn?t give you relief from thestanding order to answer the phone immediately. I will take care that you willbe punished and whipped without mercy. I will talk to Tanuschka to make it hellfor you.”…Will be continued.Sissy gunnarsub Turned Into A Slutpart 8…A few weeks have passed now. I have been pushed down the road to becoming apublic slut with my identity being disclosed to more and more people without meknowing who knows my secret. Marcel as well as MISTRESS Tatjana and her fellowMISTRESSES do their utmost to add to my humiliation in front of others.At least they did not insist to continue forcing me to publish my “trainingsessions” as in the beginning. But now Marcel saw the following mail I recentlyreceived from Pain Master, one of the readers of my story in BDSM Library:It has been a long time since you have let heard from you! What the fuck ishappening? Are your new Masters not letting you report what is happening! Youbetter get your acts together and report back to us. You can’t stop in themiddle of it all.Losts of pain and humiliation to you.Pain MasterI wished he had not seen this mail. Because now he ordered me to disclose that Ihave to offer my services as a slut personally in all gay hangouts in the citywhere I live. While Francis and he wait at my home I have to manage to returnwithin one hour with a customer who is prepared to fuck me for one Euro. BeforeI leave I have to put lickstick on and polish my fingernails. I am allowed towear trousers but these are tight and comparatively thin stretch trousers andeverybody can easily detect my chastity belt underneath. Even worse, the openingon the back part of the belt is well displayed through the thin cloth. AndFrancis likes the idea that I wear a bra visible through the thin shirt. Myshoes have heels of about three inches and are locked by a padlock in such a waythat they cannot be removed without the key. In such a humiliating outfit theysend me to one of these hangouts, of course without any money.It takes me 15-20 minutes to get to the hangout, walking there is like runningthe gauntlet. As one hour means a tight schedule I have to leave my flat withoutthe time for checking whether a neighbour may be around. So in the meantime aseries of neighbours have seen me in my slut outfit, and I am pretty sure thatthrough gossiping all of them know about it. People on the street either stareat me or make naughty comments. I have no other choise than run the gauntlet.In the hangouts I am in the meantime wellknown as by order I have to introducemyself as slave and slut gunnarsub to everybody I approach. Can you imagine howhumiliating it is to address others, introducing yourself as a slut and offeringthem to fuck you for one Euro? In most cases people are not alone and I cannotavoid that others listen. Often such a situation encourages comments at highvoice, especially when I offer a blowjob free of charge in order to get intobusiness.Knowing that I have only about 20-25 minutes to acquire a customer I doeverything in order to succeed. I know that after 60 minutes, definitely notafter 61 minutes, I have to be back at my flat and report to Marcel and Francis,with or without customer. And I know, too, that arriving without a customermeans to get cruelly whipped what even for a pain slut like me is no fun at all,and in the meantime I am prepared to do everything to avoid getting whipped.I will never forget what happened when I had been ordered to prostitute myselffor the first time. Trying to avoid being seen by too much people, almost 30minutes had already passed when I eventually arrived at the hangout. Of coursethere was no way to succeed getting a customer within time, so I decided tohurry back home and to ask Marcel for more time. But instead of granting me thatthey ordered me to strip and cuffed me to a chain dangling from the ceiling inmy flat. Then they took off my chastity belt and Francis caned my ass in such away that I couldn`t help crying. There was no mercy, I received 50 stingingstrokes on my ass which was then covered by bruises and welts. I was in tearswhen Francis finally stopped. Without saying a word Marcel took the cane, wentbehind me and gave my another 10 strokes an the back. It hurt unbelievably, muchmore than on my ass. Then Marcel told me cooly that I would get another 50strokes on my back unless I managed to get fucked by a customer in front oftheir eyes within the next hour and he added that the same would happen if thecustomer would not be satisfy with my performance.Within 15 minutes I was back in the hangout and being aware of the time pressureI immediately addressed one guest after the other and just asked whether hewould be prepared to fuck me. In vain. There were some 20 gays in the hangoutand to all of them I had offered my ass. I got desperate. I stood there, notknowing what to do when suddenly somebody called “Hi, slut.” It was a tall,muscular guy of some 100kg whom I had also asked and who had rejected my offer.”You offer your ass for money, slut?” he asked at high voice. I turned red andanswered “Yes, sir.””Let me see what you offer, slut.” I did not know what he wanted me to do butseconds later learnt “Pants down, slut.” At the place where I was standingalmost everybody could see me and looked at me following the discussion.Slowly, I put down my trousers, displaying myself in a most humiliating way inmy chastity belt, crossdressed and pants down. “Why should I fuck you, slut,” heasked.For a moment I hesitated but then said ” I am a slave and have been ordered bymy Master and his friend to become a slut.” He got up, turned around me andprobed my ass with his finger, still in front of now almost everybody watching.”Let’s go, slut.”Arriving at my flat it turned out that he was a friend of Marcel and Francis. Hehad been waiting fore me in the hangout, monitoring my behaviour as slut. Marceland Francis recorded with their cam how he negotiated with me, how I offeredsucking him, cleaning his shoes with my tongue, and getting fucked for one Euro.