Yes Ma’am,” I say as I begin kneading her size 8 feet. Her feet are in very good shape for a woman her age, due to the constant pampering from me, but there are still some calluses in certain places and they reek. Well, that’s natural, but there’s nothing to worry about. It will all be over before you know and afterward you’ll be calmer and even content in the service of women.” We go into the hair dresser’s salon room and she’s super sweet. She offers us some wine and we all have a glass and sort of chill. Eventually Goddess tells me to get down on my knees and give Wendi (the hair dresser) the money. “Count it as you give her the money, show her what a good boy you are.” Goddess said. I spent a little bit of time breaking the story up into more readable chunks, and fixing minor spelling and punctuation errors.

There was silence as I reached out and grabbed the now denuded balls sitting in their tight pouch. They felt heavy in my hand. You'll have a better idea of exactly what you want after the next week. I don't know anyone who has started with such full immersion into the lifestyle at the very beginning but I don't really think you'll have any problems and it will probably be easier in the long run and her adjustment more complete. She's not a true beginner though, is she? I'm sure it will work very well". A call over the loudspeaker told us that the auction was about to start. The two of us made our way to the front of the hall. The prices that the first few assets brought caused me some concern. They were rather expensive. "Don't worry" whispered Mike. "They always put the fancies on first. The price will drop once they get into the ordinaries". The price had dropped a bit when Mike was the successful bidder for M12822, one of the earlier assets we had viewed. Good afternoon, Peter. Please step onto the scales. And you will need to slip off your gown too. We need your exact weight, without clothes”. Very well. Let’s proceed,” she said, motioning for Mistress Claire and her pet to follow her into the operating room. The lady now removed her blouse and skirt, preparatory to donning her surgical clothes, and she pulled down her panties.

My Life as a Slave

The two women then left the room briefly to wash thoroughly and put on their surgical gowns, gloves and masks to ensure sanitary conditions. I listen to her while performing my task, because I have learned from that past that the sounds she makes are a good way of telling if I am doing a good job. I have become so desperate to please her. Many women complain that chastity devices are fun when there is sex involved, such as when I am meeting my date and my husband is caged. It gets into both of our heads and creates a fun dynamic. But what about the rest of the week which is filled with work and commitments? We had some rules to remind ourselves of his role. For instance, I dressed first for work and he remained naked until I left the house. This gave him time to make my coffee, make the bed and do other household chores. The presence of the cage, made this routine a little more lively. He wore the cage to work, the gym, and walking the dog. I welcome you to your new life, Peter. 24 hours have elapsed, so your contract is now fully in effect. You can’t cancel it now. I am your Supervisor. You are now at our Farm. This is where you will serve out the terms of your contract. As you recall, you agreed to the training course that we have devised. Our course is designed to harden males physically, reduce their weight to a value proper for a healthy male, and to modify their male impulses as required for the service of women. For new entrants, this means we need to use methods which require some degree of compulsion. And that includes you, Peter! You probably didn’t realize it, but the contract you signed contained your agreement to be committed here for the term of the contract. We therefore have the legal right to use enforcement. And we intend to!”

She stood before me. I knelt naked, chained, at her feet. I so wanted to touch her. But I dared not. She passed her hand though my hair. Not a problem, glad to help out" replied Mike the driver. He waited while I belted myself into the couch, and then turned the vehicle towards town. Thank you, Miss. I don’t know what to say! I think there’s been a mistake. This has nothing to do with my stories. I’m just here for a weight loss course. I don’t know anything about what you….” I groveled at her feet and rained down kisses of gratitude thanking her profusely. She then proceeded to fill the bowl with her golden nectar. She placed it on the floor and said “Wow! It’s nice and clear for you. I’ve been drinking lots of water. Drink it up like a dog.”

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operate completely with Mistress in everything. It didn't appear that I really had much choice anyway and this was what I had dreamed up all my life, what I had dreamed of and much more. Tonight’s night of worship went really well. First I greeted her on my knees as I always do. She presented her hand to kiss. Then we went into the living room to chat. She sits on her couch and I always sit on the floor at her feet. I gazed at him for a moment, and then decided I could not torment the boy with the prospect of castration, only nineteen and facing twenty years. The prospective houseboy begged, “Sir, please, please, I’ll do anything you want. Please don’t cut me!”

Other, lighter offenses are classically punished by denial of orgasm, tease & denial, ruined orgasm and humiliating things. And there are a number of other penalties as well. Yes, Mistress,” the slave was forced to answer, giving the only response permissible to such a question since it was seriously punishable to imply that sex with males was in any way objectionable. After all, the Mistresses had ruled that this was the only form of sexual activity appropriate for the pet.After I read and re-read the list several times she asked if I agreed. I asked what types of devices and apparatus she was referring to but she wouldn't tell me. Her only response was that surprise would add to the anticipation and she knew enough about my interest and desire to feel my body confined and restricted to guarantee that my wildest dreams would be fulfilled. I took the pen she held out to me and signed the form as chills ran through me. Housework (There are things she wants to do herself, I have to do the rest. There are exceptions, for example if there is simply not enough time, then she does it herself. No problem as long as it is justified and rare.). All very good information, but what about her bad habits? She’s human and she’ll have them too. Will she be able to “man up” and honestly say she may not be the best at handling money for example? Or will she just not say anything and head to the casino for a gambling spree? The latter is more likely – and on that one point the whole FLR plan falls apart. Partners need to be well aware of each other’s capabilities and the best person for handling each task. It still may end up with him doing household chores, but at least he is an equal partner instead of a slave. He doesn’t have to lose his self respect. Thank you, Goddess.” I said immediately. “..I deserved that.” She told me never to say what I said again. I assured her I would never say it again. Then she took an overnight bag with her things and a fresh bra and panty set for the slave and gently led her pet by the leash through the door to the garage. She opened the rear hatch of her sports utility vehicle and motioned for the slave, still naked, to climb in. A big woven wire dog pen was anchored there.

Please, please, pay close attention to formatting instead of giant walls of text. It makes the story MUCH more readable and enjoyable. Inside the door the sight of all the displays took my breath away. It was a large room with displays everywhere of all types of women's foundation garments, anything and everything imaginable. My mind spun as I wondered what she planned to get for me. I wanted one of each. I tried to take it all in at once as I numbly followed Mistress across the room to where a woman stood behind a glass display case. The case was filled with artificial breast forms of all types and sizes. The woman greeted Mistress and then glanced over at me. We were her chained male animals. We were all wonderful examples of men, physically. I felt strong and healthy. The work and diet had made my body supremely vigorous and healthy. The Company had at least kept that promise to me. But I was not a man. Not a real man. I was chained. I was a slave. A slave to the whip bitch.

The whole reason we have changed to an FLR is because the previous paradigm of a dominant male ego trying to lead the family failed catastrophically and my Wife was constantly trying to manage all of the fallout from that. The slave noticed in kissing her that her pubic mound was damp, betraying her sexual excitement at the prospect of the pet’s castration at her command. I was only about thirty-one or two or so, at the time. I was trying my hand at what few small operators ever make a living at: farming. I had inherited a small farm from my uncle, who died an alcoholic death after letting the farm deteriorate almost into ruin. Now, I was a town boy at heart, but was attempting to make something out of the dilapidated mess that had been left to me as my inheritance. I worked a lot of long and hard hours at it, with little time for socializing or the finer joys of life. My friend and neighbor, Mike, advised me to get some assistance, particularly with an Asset Auction coming up soon. How delightful,” the veterinarian said with a smile and then, turning to the slave, she asked: “Do you like taking it up the ass?”