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The alarm clock rang, it was time for the slave to go to work. He got out of bed and immediately headed for the bathroom. Goddess stayed in bed, until he came back from the bathroom then went to the bathroom herself.

Shortly after the slave had left, Mistress entered the room and stood in front of me. “Did you sleep well, slave?  All those new, exciting and wonderful experiences you had yesterday must have made it hard for you. But don’t worry, from now on, every day will be full of exciting experiences for you. And tonight, when it is time for training, I have a surprise for you. I know you will love it.”

I was unable to reply, I could only stare at her. She was well worth looking at, in a red blouse with quite a bit of cleavage, a denim miniskirt, red high heels, nylons and just the right amount of makeup on her pretty face. In a different setting, I would have been pleased to see her.

Goddess sat at the makeup table. Expertly, she applied more makeup in no time and then dressed in a beautiful black latex suit and a pair of black stilettos.

After that, it was my turn. The straps holding my arms were released and I was handcuffed behind my back. The remaining straps were removed and when I stood up Goddess removed the gag.

“Thank you, Goddess. You are too good to me and I really adore you. I look forward to another wonderful day of serving you.” Oh, what fear can do to a person.

After the shower, Goddess sat me down at the makeup table and attached the leash to a metal ring in the wall beneath the table. My cuffs were removed and the two ladies started applying makeup on me. Following that, they gave me red underwear, silicone breasts, a purple blouse, and purple shoes with unbelievably high heels. My hands were again cuffed behind my back, the leash disconnected from the metal ring and Goddess gave me a purple miniskirt to wear. The final touch was a wig with long, red hair. Although being dressed as a woman was not something I had expected it was no surprise either. After just one day in captivity, it had become almost impossible to surprise me.

“Look in the mirror slave. Now you look like the cunt you want to be. I hope you are grateful, slave. Are you?”

“Yes Goddess, thank you very much.”

Goddess grabbed the leash and pulled me down the stairs. It was a complete nightmare for me, to walk down two sets of stairs wearing stiletto heels for the first time in my life. At least Goddess was aware of my predicament and walked very slowly. Not out of concern for me, of course not, but because if I had fallen I might have taken her with me.

After attaching the leash to a metal ring, she sat down in her throne and lit a cigarette. “Today I have four customers, three of whom have requested your services. The second client does not like to have others around during his sessions, not even a useless slave like you, so for the duration of his visit you will be stored in the storage room together with the rest of my unused equipment.”

“Today you will not be gagged but that is not because I want you to speak, it is only to allow you to give blowjobs. There are only three things you are allowed to say without being spoken to. After you have had lunch, you are allowed to thank me and after you have given a blowjob or been fucked, you say: Thank you Goddess. Thank you Sir. And, as usual you are allowed to tell me how much you adore me. Is that understood?”

“Yes Goddess.”

A few minutes later the first client arrived, a tall man in his fifties, weighing a few stones more than he should. He was ordered to undress and soon I could see all of his disgusting, fat body. Moments later he was on his knees licking Goddess’ shoe, while she was verbally humiliating him. He continued by licking Goddess’ stockings until she told him to stop. Goddess then strapped him to the cross, attached a clamp to each of his nipples, and then started to whip his cock and balls. Goddess made sure that she did not block my view. She evidently wanted me to see it all.

This was the worst I had witnessed so far. How on earth could he possibly enjoy having his private parts whipped like that? But there was no doubt he did enjoy it as with every lash his erection got harder.

After a while Goddess stopped whipping him, removed the clamps started to pinch and twist his nipples. He was moaning but at the same time strangely it appeared enjoying himself.

Finally Goddess released him. It was time for me to render my services. They both came over and stood in front of me.

“Goddess, I would like your slave to lick my chest and belly before giving me a blowjob and to say a few times how attractive I am. Is that all right?”

“Of course! You pay for the cunt’s services, you decide. Make her do whatever you like.”

“Thank you, Goddess.” He kneeled in front of me. “You heard Goddess, get started.”

I licked his chest, and then his belly, and while doing it, miraculously managed to tell him what a good looker he was without choking on the words. He stood up and after a brief moment of hesitation I closed my lips around his cock. The fear of Goddess’ cane was just too great not to do it.

It was even more disgusting than being fucked. Having a dick in my mouth was not fulfilling my worst nightmares, it was far worse. Only the thought of a cane thrashing my behind made me suck his dick. But suck it I did. When he finally came and pulled out his dick I spat out his disgusting sperm. He just yanked his dick a couple of times and he was hard again. He went behind me, pushed my head forward, lifted my skirt and started fucking me. What a dirty, horny old man, I thought.

He finally came and pulled out. “Thank you Goddess. Thank you Sir” I said, perhaps not with perfect conviction, but at least I said it. The client got dressed, paid and left.

Goddess released the leash from the metal ring and made me stand up. She pulled me over to a heavy looking metal door, opened it and pulled me in. The room was small and full of strange equipment. There was another pillory but this one was different, it could hold two people next to each other. There were whips, canes, chains, ropes, dildo’s, you name it.

“Lean forward, cunt.” I did as was told and she inserted something in my ass. It was big, really big and it hurt like hell. I moaned but Goddess didn’t care, instead she inserted the gag to stop my moaning. She then pulled me over to one of the walls and attached the leash to yet another metal ring. How many metal rings did she have around the house?

This particular metal ring was fairly high up on the wall, almost straight in front of my face and I had to stand pretty close to the wall in order for the leash not to pull too hard. Goddess then went back to the door and flicked a switch next to it. To my horror, the metal ring slowly started rising. When Goddess attached the leash the ring had been against the wall, pointing down. Now it started slowly, first moving away from the wall and up and then moving back against the wall, now pointing at the ceiling. I was forced to stand squeezed against the wall and yet the leash was pulling my dick and balls up. I was in agony already and the thought of being trapped like this all the time, while she was serving the next client was unsettling to say the least.

Goddess left but came back a moment later, carrying her cane. “There are a couple of lessons you need to learn, cunt. First of all, you did not thank me after you sucked my client’s dick. I very clearly instructed you to thank me every time that happens. You have earned thirty strokes for disobedience. Secondly, whenever a client comes in your mouth you are supposed to swallow not spit out his cum. I know I did not instruct you to do that but I thought a cunt like you should know it without being instructed. You have earned a further twenty strokes for incompetence. And this time don’t cry like you did last night. If I have to repair your makeup because you are too much of a wimp to cope with your well-deserved  punishment you will earn another twenty-five strokes.”

She lifted my skirt and started the punishment. Caning is not something you get used to, I told myself, it was just as painful as the day before. I counted every stroke and just couldn’t wait for it to end. The pain was excruciating and this time the pain in my dick and scrotum was added for good measure.

Finally Goddess stopped. She stood next to me, a big smile on her face. She lit a cigarette and exhaled straight in my face. “A big congratulations to you for not crying this time, cunt. Maybe you are learning after all. We will see the during coming days and weeks. Not to mention months and years.”

With those words she left and on her way out she switched off the lights. She closed the door and locked it. I was left in complete darkness, unable to move an inch without causing irreparable damage to my private parts and with a huge something up my ass. I was stored away as a piece of equipment. How life had changed in less than 48 hours!

After a while I could hear noises from outside, the kind of thumping noises that convinced me that yet another poor soul was being tormented by Goddess. But at least it was a poor soul who wanted it and who had even paid for it, unlike myself.

It fell silent outside. For a long time I could hear nothing. I just stood there, becoming more and more desperate. I needed to move as my legs and feet were hurting because of the shoes I was wearing but I just couldn’t move an inch without killing myself.

Finally Goddess came back, and to my relief, the first thing she did was to flick the switch that made the metal ring descend and slowly relieved me of my pain. She led me back into the dungeon and once again attached the leash to the metal ring in the floor. It was time for lunch, surprisingly consisting of dog food and urine. Yuck once again!

To my surprise, the next client was a woman. She came down the stairs dressed in a beautiful red business suit and with gorgeous stiletto heels. A real lady. She was probably approaching forty but although that made her twice my age I still found her very attractive. She hugged Goddess.

Goddess made her undress revealing a fantastic body and exposing that her nipples and labia were pierced. Goddess made her stand almost straight in front of me, attached two hooks hanging from the ceiling to the piercings in her nipples and started raising the hooks until the woman’s breasts were stretched. It was obvious from the expression on her face that it was painful.

“I want you to spread your legs. That is not enough, spread them further, whore. You do want to please your Goddess, don’t you whore?”

The woman spread her legs even more and the more she spread them the higher her tits were lifted and the more painful it was to her. I couldn’t help feeling sorry for her but then again as she was paying for it, it just had to be something she wanted.

Goddess put a hand in between the woman’s legs. “Is this what you always wanted?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

Goddess found two weights, each of them looking fairly heavy and attached them to each of the women’s labia piercings. I flinched when I saw it, terrified at the pain she had to be in. She let out a deep sigh. Pain was written all over her face but at the same time it seemed to be mixed with pleasure. Goddess lifted the two weights.

“Is this better?” she asked and the woman nodded. Goddess let the two weights fall again.

“You have been a naughty girl and I have to punish you. You know perfectly well that I find it unacceptable, even repulsive, that you sleep around and yet you keep having sex with just about anyone wearing pants. I want you to stop being a whore, do you understand?”

“Yes Goddess. If you punish me, I think I will learn the lesson.”

The punishment started. She was awarded fifty whiplashes and they were delivered with a slow, deliberate and very hard hand. Goddess knew her business, knew what her client wanted and she delivered. After the punishment, Goddess let the whip fall to the floor and from behind the woman she again put a hand between the woman’s legs, twisted her head to the left, and French kissed her. My chastity device passed another test.

Goddess removed the weights and then the hooks. She ordered her client down on all fours right in front of me. 

“Now that you are hopefully a reformed whore I want you to show me the gratitude I deserve by licking my shoes. Meanwhile, my cunt will lick your cunt, wont you cunt?”

Finally, an assignment I was looking forward to. As she bent down to lick Goddess’ shoes I leaned forward and started licking her. What a delight!  It wasn’t long before I could hear her pleasure and could taste her juices. She started shaking and soon she screamed out her orgasm.

Goddess produced a strap-on and tied it around my hips. The dildo was huge, my own dick paled in comparison. I was ordered to fuck the whore and I did as best as I could but it was painful, my own dick kept trying to rise. The client was enjoying herself though and that was the point of the exercise, her satisfaction, not mine.

Once again she came and I pulled out. After a moment of recovery she turned around and gave me a big hug. This was it, this was my chance. “Please help me” I whispered. She did not react and I was not sure whether she had heard my desperate call or not. 

Once the woman had dressed again, Goddess hugged her and again French kissed her. Together they went upstairs and I was left alone for a considerable amount of time. When Goddess finally returned she was accompanied by a young man in his twenties.

It was the standard treatment! He was tortured and humiliated and then it was my turn. I gave him a blowjob and he fucked me. The only difference this time was that I did swallow his cum and I remembered to thank both Goddess and him on both occasions. Apparently, my training and punishment was working as intended

After the last client of the day Goddess again let me wait in the basement for quite a while before taking me upstairs again to meet her daughter once more. Mistress had prepared another meal for me and you had to give her and Goddess credit for consistency when it came to their choice of my food and drink.

After my meal, Mistress attached a hook to my cuffs and lifted my arms up until I was forced to stand up bending forward.

“I want you to cane the slave now, honey. Under normal circumstances I would only have asked you to give the slave forty strokes but circumstances are not normal. Earlier today, the filthy cunt asked one of my clients for help, which is unforgivable. In order to teach the whore some obedience, I want you to give her eighty strokes.”

Eighty strokes?? On top of the fifty Goddess had already administered earlier?? Was she trying to kill me??

At first, all I noticed was the incredible pain inflicted by the cane but after a while I also felt pain in my dick and scrotum. My dick was trying to erect and there seemed to be absolutely no reason why. One thing was for sure, I was not enjoying myself but nevertheless it kept trying and was only stopped by the chastity device.

Finally, after eighty strokes, Mistress stopped. She walked in front of me, leaned down and looked me in the eyes with a huge smile on her face. “Do you think you will obey from now on, whore?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. A simple slave, a filthy whore like you should obey your superiors.” She moved to my left side and with one hand started to caress my sore ass. Her other hand started to gently stroke my thighs, at first close to my knees, but slowly she worked her way up. My dick was going crazy, desperately trying to escape the prison it was in but to no avail.

“You will be pleased to know, that I added a little something to your dinner tonight, slave. It was a Viagra pill that I crushed and mixed into your food.  For the next three to four hours you should be as horny as ever. I am looking forward to that and I hope you are too. Are you, slave?”

No I wasn’t, definitely not, on the contrary. The thought of being in constant pain for hours because the bitch had mixed Viagra into my food was infuriating.

“Yes, Mistress, I am very grateful”

“I am pleased we are in agreement. I will now proceed to do something that I have looked forward to for years but never actually done. I will fuck you. It is the first time I will have fucked a she-male. I am looking forward to it and I know you are too”

Thank God she did not demand an honest answer to that.

Goddess, who was by now sitting in an armchair smoking, looking relaxed and content handed her a strap-on. The dildo was huge, bigger than I could have ever imagined a real cock could be. A woman’s dream perhaps but to me it looked like a nightmare. Mistress tied the strap around her waist, and stood in front of me.

“Open your mouth, whore. This baby is going to need a bit of lubricant to enter your cunt but I think your saliva will do just fine.” I opened my mouth and she thrust the dildo into my mouth and fucked me until I thought I was going to suffocate.

When she finally withdrew the dildo, I could see a trace of my own lipstick on it. She went behind me and immediately penetrated. Without the training I had been through the previous 48 hours I would have screamed out because of the pain I was in but now I just accepted it like the house-trained dog I was becoming. She fucked me relentlessly and the dildo was indeed the biggest I had had up my ass so far. Finally, she pulled out.

They left me hanging there while they were watching TV. Once in a while Mistress came back and stroked my thighs or even my dick just to see me suffer as my dick was trying to erect. My dick was under the influence so it never failed.

To be continued….
                                                                        

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