Throughout the first twenty five years of my life there has been a noticeable shift in our culture from a very patriarchal society towards a matriarchal society which has been brought about by the increasing economic and social power of women generally which has been transmitting itself into the political and corporate worlds. This had led to a society which was seen to be fairer and more inclusive to everyone which was probably true and it was certainly different from the greed and exploitation which had characterised my teenage years. I had become acutely aware of the change over the last few years because I have been working in the traditionally female dominated library world and I’m now nearing the end of my postgraduate course in information and library studies and well over 90% of the students on this course were women.
Politically there was a growing movement towards female supremacy championed by a small group of very powerful and wealthy women and there were a few strong supporters of this movement on my course and they exercised control over the small number of males on the course with an iron fist sheathed in a velvet glove. It was rumoured that the founders of this movement had set up a network of private re-education facilities for men who had offended against women and who had escaped the attention of the judicial system. Rumours of these facilities had been circulating for a long time but it was only in the last couple of years that they had started to become more credible and as more and more women were taking up positions of authority the rumours were spread even more widely. I know that the threat of re-education was tacitly used by many of the girls on my course when the men were threatening to get out of hand.
Generally speaking I was in favour of the changes although this didn’t stop me from feeling the acid tongue of some of the girls on the course every now and then when I stepped outside of what they considered acceptable behaviour. I have also successfully hidden details of my behaviour during my first degree as that would all have been considered unacceptable and seen me as a prime candidate for re-education into the ways of female supremacy. Most of this behaviour had been fuelled by my love of alcohol and rough sports such as rugby and I knew that these loves were still with me so it required a conscious effort on my part to battle against the desires. On the afternoon that we got our final results of the course I lost the battle against these desires and stepped way beyond the line of acceptable behaviour.
In common with most of the people I had passed the course and we all went to the pub to celebrate ending up having more to drink than was good or sensible for me. Somehow I managed to convince one of the quieter girls on the course that I was a good catch who she wanted to spend the night with. I was seen by many of the other, stronger willed, women in the class and they would almost certainly consider my actions a form of bullying and harassment but at that moment I didn’t think about it and they didn’t stop me when I led Caroline out of the pub during the evening. We went back to my flat for what was a very enjoyable night but it was clear that Caroline thought it a mistake the following morning.
It was early that morning when my actions caught up with me as I found myself being confronted by three of the strongest proponents of female supremacy on the course. I wondered how they had gotten into the flat but Caroline had probably contacted them and let them in when she realised what had happened last night. Two of them dragged me completely naked from my bed and into the lounge where I was pushed down onto my knees in the centre of the floor. I felt my arms being pulled behind my back where they were secured tightly in a set of handcuffs meaning that I had lost the ability to battle with them. To get my full attention, and magnify the hangover that I had, both of the women delivered a very sharp forehand and backhand slap to each cheek leaving both cheeks burning furiously. They then stepped back and stood imperiously over me leaving me feeling very vulnerable as they looked for any signs of rebellion which they wouldn’t see as I was thoroughly cowed by them.
‘Your behaviour yesterday evening was utterly despicably wasn’t it? You took advantage of Caroline and bullied her into spending the night with you and I’m sure that we will very shortly find out that you continued to take advantage of her all night long’ one of the women said to me before giving me another sharp slap across the face.
‘What are you going to do with me?’ was my only sensible response to these rhetorical questions.
‘We think that you are the perfect candidate for the position of our full-time slave but before you are ready for the position you will have to undergo a period of retraining and re-education so that you fully understand the role and your position in society. Clearly you need to learn to respect women for the superior beings that they are. Naturally you will voluntarily agree to this change in circumstances won’t you?’ the other woman said before she also delivered a sharp slap to my face.
‘What happens if I don’t agree to this change in circumstances?’ I ask fearful of what answer I will receive.
‘Well, should you fail to take this most sensible of options then things will take a turn for the worse for you. We have gathered a lot of evidence about your behaviour in the pub last night and Caroline will no doubt be corroborating this evidence at the moment. That being the case then she will lay a charge of sexual harassment against you and even you must see that it is inevitable that you will be found guilty as charged and that this will have severe consequences for your future’ I am told in no uncertain terms clarifying the fear in my mind. At that moment the third woman walks into the room with Caroline following and the look of derision on both of their faces as they see me cowering in front of the other two women with bright red cheeks makes me feel very small and insignificant.
‘Well ladies, is he going to take the sensible option or do we have to make a trip to the police station?’ the third woman asks and everyone is looking intently at me awaiting my response.
‘Yes I will voluntarily accept the position as your full-time slave and agree to undergo whatever retraining and re-education you feel is necessary to allow me to fulfil this role’ I answer nervously feeling as if I am signing away the rest of my life.
‘Since you have amply demonstrated that you cannot be trusted to behave decently when left alone you will come to live with us immediately acting as our slave until such time as we can arrange for your transfer to the re-education facility. This will permit us to build up a clearer picture of your re-educational requirements and potential value as a slave’ the third woman, who I was rapidly coming to see as the leader, said before tilting my head up towards her own face. Looking into my eyes I saw a look of pleasure as she delivered a resounding slap to each cheek before continuing, ‘get him to his feet ladies’. Her eyes never left mine as she was speaking and I couldn’t break her own gaze either.
As I was pulled to my feet Caroline stepped forward and delivered her own slaps to my face. I was still utterly naked and wondered if I was going to be allowed to get dressed before we left the flat. With a wicked grin on her face Caroline forced me into her knickers from last night and I looked utterly ridiculous in them but this was obviously the general intention of my captors as they all giggled at my humiliation.
‘Where are your keys and wallet?’ one of the women demands and I point them out to her whereupon she put these into her pocket, ‘you won’t be needing them for quite some time anyway’ she concludes as I am being marched towards the front door of my flat. I am struggling against the two women who have hold of my arms because of the fear of being seen in public in this humiliating state but it doesn’t do me any good. They simply let go of my arms and start to belabour my bottom and thighs with hard smacks leaving them both bright red in colour but at least just as we got to the front door a pair of shorts were put onto me giving me a little more decency but the redness in my thighs was still highly visible as were the handcuffs.
‘Your struggles are simply condemning yourself to a harsher punishment when you reach your new accommodation’ the third woman says calmly. It was a bright Thursday morning and the sun was already quite warm with it being late June and as soon as the door was opened I was dazzled by the brightness burning into my sensitive, hungover eyes. It was a twenty minute walk to my new accommodation and even though it was early in the morning there were still plenty of people around to witness my shameful march adding to my abject humiliation. Many of the women who saw the entourage had a giggle as I was marched past getting plenty of verbal humiliation from my captors in the process. Whenever we passed any men they wore a mix of looks some of which could be classified as scorn but the majority had looks suggesting ‘there but for the grace of god go I’. The most amazing thing was that no-one looked shocked by what they were seeing and nobody showed any signs of coming to my rescue, not even the two policewomen who we passed at one point. A thought of escape popped into my head but I dismissed it very quickly as I realised it would be utterly futile. At times I dropped my head to avoid the looks of the witnesses but this wasn’t allowed and every time it happened my thighs were smacked until I raised my head and walked tall.
I knew that as soon as I arrived at my new accommodation that life would get much harder for me but I was desperately keen to reach this sanctuary to stop the shame that I was feeling at everyone seeing me in this state. Soon enough I was pushed into a large garden which thankfully was surrounded by a thick and tall hedge giving it a welcoming privacy.
‘We hope that you have green fingers slave because you are going to be spending a lot of time in this garden. You will be tidying it up and making it an extra room for our house and we are going to enjoy watching you toil for our amusement. Your figure is quite shocking for someone so young so we are going to enjoy getting you into the proper shape for a slave of ours. Oh and by the way any plants that you manage to kill will result in a thrashing for you’ I am told having noticed that the garden hasn’t seen much attention in recent times.
I am pushed through the garden into the large house and then forced down onto all fours where I am then chivvied forward into a very comfortably furnished sitting room although I didn’t expect to be allowed to avail myself of the furnishings. I was brought to a halt in front of a large sofa and watched all of the ladies sitting down regally in it. I had been positioned so that I was in easy kicking distance of the sofa and found myself looking up into the very pretty but stern faces of my captors. All three of the ladies were attractive and I could feel the stirrings of an erection inside the tiny silk prison of Caroline’s knickers now that we were in a more private setting. I desperately hoped that none of the ladies noticed this because I knew that it would only land me in even more trouble than I am already in.
‘From this moment forward you have lost the right to a proper name and will simply be known as ‘slave’. You will address us as Lady Louise, Lady Suzanne and Lady Erica respectively at all times and all other women are to be referred to as Ma’am unless otherwise instructed. Do you understand me?’ Lady Erica demands.
‘Yes Lady Erica I understand’ I answer in what I hope is a suitably respectful tone but it clearly wasn’t as Lady Louise leaned forward in the sofa before delivering a sharp slap across my right cheek. With the amounts of slaps my cheeks had received I wouldn’t have been surprised if there were palm and finger shaped bruises across both of them.
‘So slave can you explain to us why on god’s green earth you thought that you were worthy of such a beautiful and delicate Lady as Caroline?’ Lady Suzanne asked and there was one thing them verbally humiliating me but I wasn’t too keen on doing the job myself so I mumbled a response to the question. My other reason for mumbling was because I didn’t have any reasonable answer for them. Before I knew what was happening Lady Erica’s leg had made contact with my chin bringing me up with a start.
‘You will answer all questions openly and honestly with a clear voice when speaking to your betters and just in case you haven’t yet worked it out all women are your betters! Now answer Lady Suzanne’s question properly!’ Lady Erica barks at me.
‘I guess it must have been my lucky night’ I answer cursing my natural cheekiness as I realised just what I was saying. This was a characteristic which has been getting me into trouble from my school days and I had to fight a constant battle to control it. Sometimes though I opened my mouth before I’d engaged the brain and that was when comments like that generally escaped. I saw Lady Erica moving her leg again but this time I ducked back out of the way.
‘Get back into position! You did not have permission to move from your position slave. You seem to be struggling with the concept of obedience. To spell it out to you from now on you will do exactly what you are told and nothing more or less. You have no need to think about anything you simply have to obey our orders! You are our property now and as such you have no rights so if we wish to kick you, or indeed to anything to you, then we can and we will. You will accept whatever treatment you receive without movement or complaint and the sooner you get the inevitability of this fact into your thick skull the easier it will be for you because I can assure you that the lesson will be learnt either the hard way or the easy way! Is that understood?’ Lady Erica asserts forcefully punctuating her statement with slaps to my face just to emphasise the point.
‘Yes Lady Erica’ was my simple response. I knew the underlying truth of what she was saying but I also knew that I had a stubborn streak that will take some time and effort to break down and only when this happens will I be truly compliant to their wishes. I have no idea how long it will take them to break this, or if in fact it will be the re-education centre that breaks it, but inevitably it will be broken and equally certainly it will be a very painful process. To emphasise her point Lady Erica swung her right foot hard into my groin and I doubled over in pain much to the amusement of the Ladies to judge from the giggles coming from the sofa. Mindful of the warning I knelt back up into position as quickly as I could which brought more giggles from the Ladies as they could clearly see the tears streaming down my face. Lady Erica stood up and stepped directly in front of me.
‘Look up into my eyes’ she ordered and as I obeyed I saw the glint of satisfaction in the pale, ice blue eyes that were looking down on me. This look of satisfaction matched the malevolent grin which was decorating her delicate, elfin features perfectly and despite the fact that it was Lady Erica who had just delivered the brutal kick to my groin I fell in a very deep submissive love with her at that moment. This feeling of love surprised me and I was very glad that she was the leader of these three Ladies even though it probably meant that she would cause me the greatest amount of pain. My feelings that the course of the rest of my life had been set in the last 24 hours irrespective of the plans and hopes I had for it grew when I saw this look as I just knew that Lady Erica would not be letting me go.
‘As I mentioned when we were leaving your flat there is going to be an initial punishment for your despicable behaviour last night and it has been further increased by your rebellion in trying to fight your departure and further by your continuing disobedience. We will now determine exactly what this punishment is going to be. You will remove yourself to the corner of the room and will stand facing the corner until such time as you are told that you can move’ Lady Erica explains and all of the Ladies watch me making my way to the corner like a naughty schoolboy and I could hear snippets of a hushed conversation going on behind me for what seemed like hours. The snippets that I heard filled me with utter dread but I realised that I was powerless to do anything about it. I become aware of movement behind me but none of the Ladies are saying anything and I didn’t have the nerve to turn my head to see what it was they were doing.
‘You will turn round and walk to a point in the centre of the room where you will drop down to your knees’ Lady Louise commands eventually. When I had obeyed the command each of my captors stepped forward and arrayed themselves in a semi-circle in front of me making me feel like I was before a panel of executioners. Lady Erica was standing directly in front of me and it was she who directed my attention to the items which had been placed on a nearby table. I could see a large glass bowl with a straw on the table along with a tawse, a cane and a large wooden clothes brush. There was also a rather large looking dildo on the table and another item which I had no idea what it was but from looking at it I guessed that I wasn’t going to like it whatever it was.
‘We have had our eyes on you as a potential offender for some time and unfortunately you have proved our worst suspicions correct with your behaviour yesterday. It is our belief that these offences have arisen directly from your inability to keep your cock in your trousers particularly after you have had any alcohol. Therefore we believe that the first, and perhaps most important, part of your punishment is to lose the ability to gain pleasure from this part of your anatomy. On the table you will see a chastity device which will stop you from playing with yourself and it also has the added benefit of causing you pain should you even get an erection yet it will not prevent you from using the bathroom or maintaining an appropriate standard of hygiene. Lady Louise will fit this device shortly and we will retain the keys to the padlock so that we alone will determine when, or indeed if, you are allowed relief. However before we fit the device we will be generous to you, since we are not totally heartless, and will allow you the pleasure of one last climax but this will take place in front of us when you give us the spectacle of you playing with yourself. You will deposit all of your worthless cream into the glass bowl that you can also see on the table and then each of us will pee into the bowl. The straw has been provided as you will then drink the entire contents of the bowl before licking it clean. Once we have peed into the bowl we will begin to beat your bottom with the tawse, cane and clothes brush that you will see on the table so it would be in your best interests not to tarry in emptying the bowl as the punishment will continue until the bowl is completely clean. Should you have the nerve to try and pull a fast one by not completely emptying the bowl then the punishment will continue for a further ten minutes following the emptying of the bowl. Finally, and just for our pleasure, each of the Ladies will take her pleasure from your bottom using the strap-on that is on the table which should give you some idea of how used Caroline felt last night’ Lady Erica explained the punishment to me. ‘Do you wish to say anything before the sentence commences slave’ she concludes as I feel completely crushed.
I remain silent as I feared that any complaints that I made, and I certainly felt like complaining, would only see the sentence increased and certainly not decreased.
‘I presume from your silence, which incidentally is a breach of the rules since you were clearly told to answer all questions openly and honestly but we will deal with that fact later, that you are happy to accept this punishment?’ Lady Erica says piling more misery onto me.
‘Yes Lady Erica I am happy to accept this punishment. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to expiate my sins so fully’ I added resulting in a slap from each of the Ladies for my impudence.
‘We will be starting a punishment book for you and this will record details of every offence that you commit and how we have punished you for it. Already it seems as if you wish to fill the book and are starting with major offences!’ Lady Suzanne states very sharply before delivering a further slap to my face. I am handed the glass bowl and each of the Ladies takes a seat on the sofa.
‘You may start whenever you want’ Lady Louise tells me with a hint of real enjoyment in her voice. I am guessing that they think that this will be a very difficult and humiliating task for me and it would have been but for my experiences of playing rugby at university where the biscuit game had been a regular ritual whenever the men’s and women’s rugby teams were on a joint night out. This was an activity that I certainly didn’t want the Ladies to find out about since it would only worsen their existing impression of me. It was very different playing with myself in this setting though as firstly I was the only one doing it and secondly there was no alcohol in the system to dull my inhibitions but I quickly overcame the feelings as I realised that it was really nice to have the silky feeling of Caroline’s knickers against my cock as I was playing with it. As much as I hoped it didn’t I was sure that my face would betray my enjoyment to the audience as they were studying me so closely.
Although none of the Ladies were saying anything the smirks on their faces said a lot about the enjoyment they were getting from watching this spectacle. Because of the punishment that was going to follow after my climax I didn’t want to climax too quickly but neither did I want to give the Ladies any excuse to humiliate me on my sexual performance. By the same token I suspected that they would simply add to my punishment if they felt I was needlessly delaying the remainder of the punishment. I reached the point where such thoughts were academic as I couldn’t hold back any longer and shot a much larger amount of spunk into the bowl than I would have thought given how active Caroline and I had been last night. As soon as the last drips of spunk had left my cock the bowl was snatched away from me and one after the other they openly squatted over the bowl releasing a long stream of pee into it and then as they finished just to add a further twist of humiliation they wiped the last few drops off on my face but in such a way that I wasn’t going to get any sexual satisfaction from it. Lady Erica was the last to squat over the bowl and she took hold of the back of my head and ground my face around her pussy to wipe herself clean signalling already the complete dominance that she held over me.
I saw each of the Ladies picking up one of the implements that were lying on the table and remembering the terms of the punishment I picked up the straw and lowered it into the bowl which was over three quarters full. I stirred the bowl a couple of times with the straw as Lady Louise pushed me down onto all floors on the floor in front of the bowl. To push my bottom into an even more prominent position she sat down in the small of my back and I was grateful for the fact that she was quite a petite girl because already I could feel her weight. As I was taking my first, tentative, taste from the bowl Lady Louise brought the clothes brush down into the centre of my bottom and the shock caused me to draw in my breath and at the same time I drew in large quantities of the liquid in the bowl. I ended up choking on the drink which caused it to run down my face in a very humiliating fashion much to the amusement of Lady Suzanne who was malevolently swishing the cane in front of me. At least this wasn’t my first experience of corporal punishment but again it was something I didn’t want the Ladies to know about as it came during a very full sexual relationship with Sarah while we were both doing our undergraduate degrees. I hoped that the Ladies hadn’t talked to Sarah because if they had she, no doubt, would have given them lots of incriminating information on me. Lady Louise was an absolute devil with the clothes brush delivering two or three smacks to the same spot before moving onto another spot which meant that very quickly my whole bottom was sore.
I had started to drink the contents of the bowl by this time and was surprised to find that it didn’t taste anywhere near as bad as I thought that it would and indeed by the time Lady Louise passed over responsibility for my punishment to Lady Erica who was holding the tawse I was actually beginning to enjoy the tastes. Lady Louise continued to sit on my back while Lady Erica started with the tawse and she proved to be equally adept with it but at least it seemed to be slightly easier to take than the bruising blows of the clothes brush. It was only a temporary relief though because before too long the pain was growing again. I was well through the contents of the bowl when Lady Suzanne stepped back in front of me and started to swish the cane through the air again making me think that it would soon be her time to punish me. Lady Louise finally stood up from my back and it was only at that time when I realised just how much of an effort it had been to support her weight. Along with Lady Erica she moved in front of me and sat down on the floor.
‘We want to see your reactions to each of the strokes of the cane and we also need to be able to see when you have finished drinking the contents of the bowl’ Lady Louise said with a grin on her face.
‘That is a very nice red bottom that you have left for me to work on Ladies. Thank you very much. This is going to be great fun!’ Lady Suzanne said and I thought that it might be fun for her but I wasn’t sure if I would describe it as fun. Lady Suzanne displayed a great deal of cruelty in keeping me waiting for a long time for the first stroke but letting me think it was about to come by swishing the cane through the air above me or tapping my bottom with the cane. I gave up trying to predict when the first stroke was going to land and as soon as Lady Suzanne sensed this she unleashed the first one across my bottom. It was a very hard stroke and left a sharp stinging pain on my bottom when it arrived and again I spluttered on the dregs of the bowl, this time only just missing Lady Louise and Lady Erica as they were sitting in front of me. I caught the evil grins on their faces as they saw the effect that the stroke had had on me and unfortunately I was about to present an even more inviting target to Lady Suzanne. I was at the point where the straw was no use in cleaning up the bowl so had to get right down inside it to lap it up like a cat which made me raise my bottom and seeing this Lady Suzanne realised that she would shortly be losing the opportunity to cane me so she started to rain the strokes down on my bottom. With the warning about stopping before the bowl was completely clean ringing in my ears I was very careful to make sure that there was no trace of anything other than my saliva on the bowl before kneeling back out of it.
‘The bowl is clean and therefore this first taste of corporal punishment is over’ Lady Erica says rather menacingly after all of the Ladies have carried out a detailed visual inspection of the bowl ending up with a look of dissatisfaction on their faces.
‘You will rise to your feet and then turn away from us before bending over and touching your toes’ Lady Erica continues. Even when I was playing rugby regularly I was never the most agile person so I knew that I wouldn’t be able to touch my toes but I did expect to get a little further than my knees so I suppose the reaction from Lady Erica wasn’t particularly surprising.
‘I see that we are going to have to put you on a program of flexibility exercises as well as generally working you like a dog and controlling your diet to get rid of that gut slave!’ was the harsh comment which was delivered in a cutting tone of voice. Each of the Ladies moved behind me and carried out an inspection of my bottom using touch as well as sight.
‘It’s lovely and hard with some beautiful marks across it from all of the implements. You’d better get used to it being in this state because your behaviour so far tells me that we will be punishing you on a daily basis so your bottom will always be marked up. Once you are sent for re-education this will definitely be the case and no doubt it will extend to other areas of your body as well’ Lady Suzanne says cheerfully.
From behind me I heard one of the Ladies snapping on a pair of latex gloves and then I saw a cushion being thrown onto the ground so I had a fairly good idea of what the next part of the punishment was going to be. This thought was confirmed when again I was ordered onto all fours but this time with my forehead on the carpet and my knees very well spread. A finger smeared some icy cold lubricant around my anus and then it started to push up against it until it slid right inside followed by a second finger to spread even more lubricant around. After a couple of minutes of the fingers pushing in and out I felt something much larger and more ominous pushing up against me. I gave a very sharp gasp as the invader found its way inside me and I tried to squirm away but one of the Ladies placed her foot on the back of my neck to press me firmly down onto the floor so that I had no option but to take the ravaging. One by one each of the Ladies took her turn using me and used was definitely how I felt although again it wasn’t quite as bad as I thought that it would be and I thought that I could actually get to like it eventually. Suddenly the plundering stopped and I found myself completely exhausted and very stiff but happy that I’d come through the ordeal so far.
‘Come forward to me slave’ Lady Louise said and when I was in front of her I was beckoned up onto my feet. Lady Erica and Lady Suzanne got to their feet also and stood on either side of me before taking very tight hold of my arms as if they thought I was going to try and escape. I had nowhere to go even if I did try to escape and I didn’t even have the energy to consider an escape attempt never mind carry it off. Lady Louise applies a ring at the back of my cock and balls. It is a strange feeling but not too bad but then the remainder of the chastity device is fitted over my cock itself and this feels really restrictive even before the two parts are attached to each other. It had been such a simple job for Lady Louise that I wondered just how many men she had captured in this fashion. I was shown the padlock that would be going through locking pin and to make sure that they really did have full control over me I noticed that it was both a combination and a key lock. Before it was applied both Lady Erica and Lady Suzanne placed their hands over my eyes so that I could have no idea what the combination was and even if I broke the combination then I would need the key to release the lock and each of the Ladies placed the key on a chain around their necks to keep it out of my reach.
‘Back to your knees slave’ Lady Louise ordered and as I obeyed I found it very strange to have a strange weight hanging down from my cock. All of the Ladies studied me closely and I was looking back at them wondering what was going to happen next and worried about it. It was Lady Erica who spoke again.
‘Well slave, we expected that you would find it extremely humiliating and difficult to masturbate and climax in front of an audience but that certainly was not the case. You had no difficulty in getting hard in front of us and there was no hesitation in you starting to play with yourself. This indicates that either you are totally perverted or that this is not the first time that you have masturbated in front of an audience or indeed it could be both. Then we would have expected you to complain at having to drink our pee but again you did without any second thoughts and even seemed to be enjoying it by the end. Finally the beating that we gave you was intended to really hurt and bring about vocal reactions and pleading but there was virtually no sound from you which suggests that it wasn’t at all effective as a punishment. This is a shame but at least it tells us that in future we will have to be even harder on you if we are to get through to you. You are now free to explain yourself to us and contradict anything that I have said if you wish’.
‘I do not believe that I am totally perverted and that was the first time that I have masturbated in front of an audience. The reason why I showed no hesitation in undertaking such a private act in public was the threat that you had made of an increase in the punishment and this is also the reason why I did not complain or hesitate in drinking the contents of the bowl. I will admit though that it didn’t taste anything near as bad as I had feared and by the end of it I was enjoying it in a strange sort of way. As for the beating I can assure you that it did hurt and I did feel it but not at a level where I would react vocally or plead with you to stop as I have a very high pain threshold. I was a rugby player for many years and as such have a lot of training in tolerating and not showing any reaction or weakness in the face of pain so you will have your work cut out to draw any reaction from me during corporal punishment’ I answered. I hoped that my honesty in the final two points would cover up the dishonesty in the first part but Lady Erica wasn’t having any of it.
‘I’m sorry slave but I just do not believe that you have never masturbated in public because it is normally such a private act that any normal decent person would find it difficult to do in front of an audience irrespective of any threats that are in place. Therefore I think that you are lying to us and that is a very serious offence to be committing however at least you have been honest in your response to the other two points that I made. Rest assured that we, or the Wardresses at the re-education facility, will do whatever it takes to break you down and get a reaction from you during corporal punishment as it is a sure way of re-educating males such as yourself. Now are you lying to us slave?’ Lady Erica demands.
‘No I am not lying to you’ I answered but unfortunately as I took the mental decision of whether to continue with the lie or tell the truth I hesitated in answering and this gave the game away.
‘Your hesitation has given you away so this is your final chance to tell us the truth or we will cane you until such time as you do tell us the truth’.
‘Okay I admit that I was lying to you. This is not the first time that I have masturbated in public’ I answer quietly.
‘We want to hear the full details of this disgusting behaviour and only then will we decide upon the punishment for this and for having the temerity to lie to us in the first place. You should be aware that all three of us have very finely attuned senses where lies from males are concerned and you will never be able to sneak anything past any of us so I would advise you never ever to try it again as if you do any punishment you receive this time will be multiplied many times over. You will also speak loudly and clearly in answering our questions’ Lady Erica came back at me.
‘While I was at university I was a member of the rugby team and we went out as a group after every match either to celebrate or commiserate depending upon the result. These nights out often included the women’s rugby team and we were regularly cajoled into playing the biscuit game towards t he end of the night and there was no choice other than to take part if you didn’t want to be branded a wimp’ I answered hoping that it would be enough information for them but knowing deep down that it wouldn’t be.
‘That is not good enough slave. We need more information’ confirmed my fears.
‘The biscuit game is where a digestive biscuit, or some similar biscuit, is put in the centre of a table and all of the people around the table have to masturbate openly and climax on the biscuit. There is a forfeit for being the first to climax and the last person to climax has to eat the biscuit. It was the women’s team that cajoled us into playing the game and they always watched and egged us on unless they were playing a similar game’ I answered noticing the appalled looks on each of the Ladies faces as I described the game.
‘That is absolutely disgusting slave and simply confirms my assertion that you are totally perverted as no decent person would play any part in such a game. It is utterly inconceivable that any woman would have any part of such a perverted game except under the strongest duress so your attempts to pin the blame on the women’s rugby team will not wash. As hard as it is to believe Ladies it appears as if even we have underestimated the scale of his offences. This deserves an immediate punishment and we will have to do a further in depth investigation to find out exactly what other depravity our slave has been involved in before we took him in hand. Once we have this information we will have to punish him for his depravity but we will also have to pass it on to the Wardresses in the re-education facility so that they have a full picture of his behaviour and can ensure that he is fully re-educated before he is returned to us. Lady Suzanne perhaps you would be kind enough to give our slave twenty four of your hardest strokes of the cane as the preliminary punishment for this offence. Slave; please be aware that this is only a preliminary punishment until we find out what other offences you need to be punished for. When we have this information we will decide on an appropriate punishment and how the punishment will be carried out’ Lady Erica says with a shocked tone of voice and I didn’t think that it was mock shock either.
‘You will get to your feet slave and will bring one of the high stools from the breakfast bar into the centre of the room. You will then bend over the stool with your bottom facing the Ladies so that they can see justice being done. Your hands should be gripping the front legs of the stool as far down as they possibly can’ Lady Suzanne orders and I hasten to obey knowing that any attempt to stall will only increase the punishment. I gripped the legs of the stool about two-thirds of the way down and this presented Lady Erica and Lady Louise with a very good view of my already well marked bottom. Lady Suzanne walks into my field of vision holding the cane in her hands and she flexes and swishes it in front of me for dramatic effect. Checking the position of my hands she decides that they could be lower on the stool and orders me to do this which means that I have to raise myself onto my toes putting my bottom into an even more prominent position and tightening the muscles further. Finally Lady Suzanne was satisfied with my position and she moved behind me. I sensed that she was relishing this additional opportunity to punish me so soon after the initial punishment and because of that there was no teasing me this time.
A couple of taps of the cane across my bottom was all it took for Lady Suzanne to get her aim and because of the shadow on the wall in front of me I was able to watch her draw her arm all the way back until her upper arm was running parallel to the floor with the forearm and cane pointing way behind her head. I didn’t want to watch the shadow descending but couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight as she pulled her arm back down in a graceful arc with deadly effect on my bottom where the cane landed with a very loud crack in the centre of my bottom where most of the marks from the earlier punishment were concentrated. I sucked in a lot of air through my tightly clenched teeth and screwed my eyes shut as I tried to deal with the pain which was coursing through my body. Whether it was because it was a harder stroke or whether it was because I’d had a break to cool down I didn’t know but it certainly felt much worse than any of the strokes that Lady Suzanne had given me earlier. I fought my way through the first few strokes but then managed to get a grip on the pain and equate it to some of the experiences I had from playing rugby. Treacherously my brain started to tell me that perhaps I did deserve this punishment for some of the things I’d gotten away with in my younger days but I wasn’t quite ready to give up on my freedom so put these thoughts to the back of my mind but I couldn’t get rid of them completely. I haven’t been able to count the strokes so had absolutely no idea whether we were close to the end of the caning or not but I certainly hoped that we were.
‘You are now about to receive the final stroke of the punishment and for future reference you can be assured that the final stroke will always be the hardest of the lot to ensure that you are left with something to think about for the future. Lady Suzanne will you now deliver the twenty fourth and final stroke’ Lady Erica said clearly causing me to gulp in dread.
‘It would be my pleasure Lady Erica although I do not believe that he has had nearly enough for lying to us so perhaps I should give him another twenty four after this stroke’ Lady Suzanne said with a hopeful tone in her voice.
‘I must say that I agree with Lady Suzanne’ Lady Louise quickly adds.
‘Slave I suggest that you make a case to me outlining why you think that you have received enough punishment or I will accede to Lady Suzanne and Lady Louise’s wishes and decree an additional twenty four strokes’ Lady Erica says.
‘I am very sore Lady Erica and have learnt the lesson that lying to you is unacceptable and I promise that it will never happen again. Please do not give me another twenty four strokes as I don’t think that I deserve them’ I say in what I hope was a suitably sincere and respectful tone.
‘Whether you think that you deserve the punishment or not is completely irrelevant to our decision. We alone will decide what punishment you deserve and once we have decided on a punishment it will be carried out to completion. I do not believe that you have truly learnt that lying is unacceptable so Lady Suzanne will now deliver the final stroke of your original twenty four before immediately starting on a second set of twenty four strokes. This will illustrate the fact that we now own you and will decide upon what happens to you’ Lady Erica says calmly and I see the smile broadening on Lady Suzanne’s face as she hears that she is going to be able to continue caning me.
‘Please carry on in your own time Lady Suzanne’ Lady Erica concludes.
It didn’t seem possible but each of these strokes was even worse than the previous twenty four and this time they did bring some vocal reaction from me in the form of a few sharp gasps whenever a stroke landed on a particularly sensitive spot or when it was followed in quick succession by another stroke to the same spot. I was sure that this fact would be etched into the memory banks of the Ladies and used against me in the future but at this moment in time I didn’t care as all I could think about was the wall of pain that was my bottom.
‘You will remain in that position until you are told to move’ Lady Suzanne barks at me at the end of the caning and I sense that all of the Ladies are watching me closely to see if I was going to disobey them so flagrantly. It also allowed them to watch the development of the marks on my bottom and I was sure that it would be a real mess as it certainly felt very hard. I had no intention of so blatantly disobeying them so remained in my position over the stool for a few more minutes before I was instructed to return to my position in front of them on my knees.
‘This is the position that you will adopt whenever you do not have a specific instruction or task’ I was told although I expected that they would be looking to fill most of my time so it would be quite nice to be in this position.
‘We have received very credible reports that you are an excellent cook slave so we are now going to test this out. You will make your way to the kitchen and prepare lunch for us’ Lady Louise says directing me to the kitchen with a point of her finger.
It was certainly true to say that I enjoyed cooking meals for other people and have regularly hosted dinner parties for friends from my work or fellow students on the postgraduate course but I’m not sure whether I would have been presumptuous enough to describe myself as an excellent cook. None of my current captors had ever been invited to one of the dinner parties so I wondered how they knew about them but I wasn’t going to question them on it. Although I was looking forward to doing something which I knew I would enjoy I was still nervous at the thought of my skills being examined in minute detail. I walked into the kitchen and immediately fell in love with it as it was a big space and as I looked round I saw that it was equipped with a range of lovely ingredients and equipment. From looking at the ingredients I saw no sign that any of the Ladies were vegetarian or had food allergies but even so it was difficult to plan the lunch as I had no idea what they liked having never cooked for them before. I eventually decided to do a warm chicken and bacon salad with a twist in the form of a moderately spiced chilli dressing. I busied myself by preparing the vegetables for the salad by finely chopping half an onion, a small leek and some cabbage all of which were put to one side in a bowl waiting to be warmed through at the end. I finely chopped some bacon before starting to fry off the chicken breasts. I put some balsamic vinegar into a bowl and added a range of herbs, some cracked black pepper and just a hint of chilli powder. When I tasted the dressing there was a slight tang to it but it wasn’t too fiery so I left it as it was. I’d spotted some nice bread in the bread box and started to toast this off with a covering of olive oil as the bacon and vegetables were being warmed through. As the food was finishing off I located the cutlery and crockery so set the table in the lounge for the Ladies and deliberately not setting a place for myself because I hadn’t been given any indication that I would be permitted to join them for lunch and in any case I didn’t normally eat lunch myself. Into a large serving bowl I placed the warmed vegetables and then added the chicken and bacon before tossing the mixture together and drizzling over some of the dressing. I placed the remainder of the dressing into a serving jug and placed this on the table before putting the bread next to it.
As I was serving the meal I was well aware that all of the Ladies were watching me closely and they quickly made their way over to the table and sat themselves down. I wonder if they will expect me to serve them lunch so stand at the end of the table but without even looking at me they start to serve themselves from the bowl. Not a word passes between them as they are eating and they regularly return to the bowl for more of the salad and also the dressing which I take as a good sign and finally it appears that I may have managed to do something that will give them a positive impression of me. Eventually the table is completely cleared of food and only then do the Ladies begin to chat amongst themselves. I was still being ignored but this actually pleased me since it kept me out of the firing line for a little while although this wasn’t to last too long.
‘It appears as if the reports that we received on your cooking skills were accurate slave. That was an interesting and excellent lunch so thank you slave’ Lady Erica says and I was surprised by just how good this little piece of praise and thanks made me feel.
‘Thank you Lady Erica’ I said involuntarily even though I hadn’t been given permission to speak and I hoped that it wouldn’t be held against me.
‘It was very interesting to note that you didn’t presume to set yourself a place at the table for lunch or indeed seem to want to eat any lunch yourself. Kindly explain yourself slave’ Lady Louise continues.
‘It is only very occasionally when I eat breakfast or lunch instead I tend to snack on things like crisps, chocolate and biscuits until I eat my evening meal and then I tend to spend the evening snacking again so that is why I didn’t show any signs of wanting to eat lunch. I didn’t set myself a place at the table because I hadn’t been given any indication that I would be permitted to join you for lunch and I didn’t wish to be seen as taking liberties. It is true that I enjoy cooking for other people so I wanted to see how you all reacted to the food and it was easier to do that if I wasn’t eating the meal at the same time. I was delighted to see that you all enjoyed the meal and once again thank you for the compliment that you have given me on it’ I answered honestly.
‘Your dietary habits are absolutely shocking slave and they certainly go a long way to explaining the very poor state of your physique. You are carrying around far too much weight and quite clearly most of it is nothing but fat. From the look of your legs you would have a very good physique so that is what we will be getting back to and rest assured we will make the necessary changes to your diet. As a first step we will be cutting out all of your snacking and the second step will be to make you eat a proper breakfast and lunch. Any failure to adhere to these steps will see you punished severely. Also as we mentioned earlier we will be working you very hard physically with tasks such as gardening, fetching and carrying and we will also be imposing a rigidly structured exercise regime to complement this hard labour and diet. Physical and mental perfection is what we demand from a slave and that is what we will achieve. You have referred regularly to the fact that you used to play rugby so presumably you were very fit at this stage of your life so exercise will be nothing new to you. You will tell us what your weight was when you played rugby and that will become your target weight and we will be weighing you on a weekly basis to ensure that progress towards this goal is being made. Finally Ladies are polite and civilized people and part of this means the bestowal of praise and thanks where and when it is merited. Therefore you should not be surprised to receive such praise when we feel that you deserve it but you must also understand that this will in no way diminish our displeasure or your punishment when you deserve such treatment’ Lady Louise says sharply, ‘do you have any other talents or skills that you wish to bring to our attention that we may not already be aware of?’ she concludes.
‘I have been living on my own for the past four years and as such I have experience of running my own household including laundry and cleaning duties. While I was doing my undergraduate degree I did a supplementary course in massage so I am a qualified masseur and also at that time I worked on the university Nightline service which was the university equivalent of the Samaritans service. These are the only skills and qualifications that you are probably unaware of. To answer your question about my weight when I was playing rugby I was anywhere between 14 ½ and 15 stones and yes I was much fitter and used to a structured exercise regime’ I answer.
‘Well it is good that you are experience in running your household as you will be solely responsible for the operation of this household under our direct control. There will be plenty of opportunity for you to demonstrate your skills in these areas and we will be inspecting your work regularly to ensure that it meets the standards we expect. Thank you for informing us of your massage skills as we will test these to the full and it will be interesting to see how you handle this within the confines of your chastity since I have no doubt that you used the massage as a lead on to sexual intercourse on most occasions and that will certainly not happen with us. While you have amply demonstrated typical male traits throughout our surveillance and initial control it does not actually surprise me to learn that you worked for the Nightline service at your university since we noticed that many people on the course used you as a sounding board and came away from speaking to you more settled and contented. It is highly unlikely that we will be making use of these skills but listening will be very important to you so that you never misinterpret our orders as we will not accept any excuses for failure to obey. Now slave it is time that you received a tour of this house so that you know exactly what you are going to be responsible for’ Lady Louise says before all of the Ladies get to their feet.
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