The usual disclaimers: If you're under 18, you shouldn't be reading this.
The story contains some pretty extreme stuff: forced sex of dubious
consent, toilet slavery and worse.  You've been warned so if that's not
your sort of thing then please don't read it.  Obviously the story is a
fiction, so be warned that the scenes described are unsafe and will lead to
disease if done in the real world.  This stuff remains in the world of my
fantasy only. i always enjoy hearing from fellow kinksters on submissiveworm@protonmail.com

   Friday - 18:00

   The wooden stocks locked around my wrists and neck are immensely heavy
and I have no option but to let it force me to my knees on the ground.  I'm
unable to lift the weight up so I'm consigned to the floor.  A spreader bar
between my ankles pushes my feet apart by about four feet.

   I kneel, helpless and naked on the floor.

   "Arch back, ass up!" Mistress Lacey commands and I obey, knowing that
this posture will help reduce the pain that is about to come.  "Get in fuck
position!"

   Behind me she is toying with the strap-on dildo, running her small hands
up and down it's shaft, her manicured, crimson nails teasing its length. 
It's a monster.  She paraded it in front of me before I collapsed to the
ground: it is twelve inches long, black, with realistic veins and ball
sacks.  To my eyes it looks enormous.  The thought of it penetrating my ass
is horrifying.  Surely there's no way it will fit.

   "Beg, slave!"

   "Please, Mistress.  Don't fuck me with that dildo.  It's too big," I
whimper from the floor, sincere in my terror.  The last dildo that had
violated me had been just nine inches long and nowhere near as fat, but
even that had stretched my asshole unbearably.  This would surely ruin me.

   "No, slave, beg to fuck you."

   "Please, Mistress, no, don't.  I can't take it.  It's much too big!"

   "If you no beg then you no get lube," she warns.

   I close my eyes, knowing that it is impossible to avoid being sodomized.
That Rubicon was passed several hours ago.  Breathing deeply I say what I
know she wants to hear:

   "Please fuck my slutty ass, Mistress.  I'm a pathetic fuck-slave who
craves your cock.  I'm an insatiable whore that deserves to be fucked."

   She laughs.  "Better, slave.  Say more."

   I can sense that she has started applying generous amounts of lubricant
on to the rubber dick, and I append words to my previous prayer in the hope
that she will add more.

   "Please ram your dildo hard into my fuckhole, Mistress Lacey.  I want
you to destroy my ass, to teach me what it feels like to take a real cock."
I'm startled at my own words - but after all, this really has been my
fantasy for such a long time and my subconscious probably came up with it
during long-forgotten fantasies.

   "Good slave."

   I feel her kneeling down behind me.  The tip of the huge dildo pushes
against my vulnerable asshole - or my 'cunthole' as I've been told to call
it.  I grit my teeth, waiting for the pain.  This is the third time that
Mistress Lacey has fucked me in the space of three hours.  She seems
insatiable and clearly loves her work when it comes to strap-on treatment.
I know that she won't be gentle.

   Her small, cold hands grip my ass cheeks, her manicured nails digging in
slightly, and pull them apart.  "Scream for me, bitch," she sneers, and
then starts pressing it in.

   The pain is awful.  I feel like I'm being split in two as the head of
black dildo pierces my sphincter, stretching it wide.  My eyes bulge out as
I scream in pain, but she continues inexorably to force the cock inside me.
"Noooooooooo..." I howl, but that just makes her laugh more.

   The passage of the dildo becomes easier after its head pops past my
sphincter, and she continues to shove it in.  It fills me completely and
I'm sure it must be in completely by now.  My whole asshole is being
stretched wider than I ever thought imaginable.

   "Half way there, slave," Princess Lacey states from behind.

   I whimper.

   Friday - 14:30

   "I really enjoy humiliation and degradation," I said, blushing.  "The
nastier and more extreme the better."

   Madame Om, opposite me, nodded.  She's the Madame of the dungeon and was
interviewing me regarding what I hoped to get out of the session and what
my limits were.  I had never discussed my perverted proclivities quite so
frankly before and it was difficult to get used to.  Her candid questions
caught me by surprise and rendered me inarticulate.

   We were sat in a lounge area on the ground floor of her establishment.
The room was surprisingly normal and homely.  On first glance you wouldn't
realize that the rest of the building consisted of rooms full of fetish
equipment.  We were sat on tasteful sofas with a coffee table between us. A
TV unit lay near the front door and a fish tank burbled away further back
in the room while AC hummed continuously, keeping us cool.  It was only
when you looked closer that you noticed the signs.  For example, a leather
boot draped casually over the back of a dining room chair, or the
postcard-sized cartoons dotted around depicting various scenes of
latex-clad women subjugating naked men.

   Madame Om herself was a handsome lady.  Like many oriental ladies it
would be difficult to identify her precise age but I guessed that she was
in her late forties.  She didn't look like a cruel Mistress. 
Laughter-lines creased around her eyes and she wasn't wearing any make-up.
Even her apparel was casual - snug, but not tight, jeans and a comfortable
green silk blouse.

   "I really like strap-on," I continued.  "So, lots of strap-on please."

   "Strap-on?" asked Madame Om.  "You are faggot?"

   Her English was good but laced with a heavy Thai accent.  "N-n-no," I
stuttered.

   "Be honest," she countered.  "Session will go better that way.  You like
strap-on fuck up the ass so you like forced bi?"

   I swallowed.  Truth be told, I had often wondered what it would be like
to serve another man.  I wasn't attracted to men at all, so I wasn't
homosexual in that regard, but I liked the idea of being forced to submit
to a real cock.  It was the humiliation of the submission, the imagined
filthiness of being penetrated that appealed rather than the attractiveness
of the man.  It had always remained strictly in the realm of fantasy
though. I nodded, quickly.

   Madame Om quickly ran through the rest of her questions, a list of
fetishes.

   Bondage?  Yes.

   Spanking?  Yes.

   Whipping or caning?  Yes - but not too hard.

   Cock and ball torture?  Moderate.

   Piercing?  Not really.

   "Anything else, slave?" she asked.  This was the first time she had
referred to me as 'slave' so I knew that the session would be starting
soon. A frisson of excitement ran through me.

   "I - I always wondered what toilet slavery would be like," I gulped.

   "Brown showers?"

   "N-no," I said.  "I don't think I could handle that.  Golden showers
only."

   "Hm." She made a note in a book.  "We force you to do anything we want,"
she said ominously.

   The session would begin momentarily.  My descent into slavery at the
hands of her Mistresses would commence soon.  I was at the Dungeon of
Dominance in Bangkok and I had requested a week-long session of
humiliation, pain and torture.  My dreams were about to come true.
Friday: 15:00

   Mistress Lacey is strapping a pink dildo around her waist.

   I've been told that I will be dominated by five or six different
Mistresses, all with different specialities, since my visit to the Dungeon
of Dominance will be be so long.  Mistress Lacey is the youngest of the
Ladies and, apparently, particularly enjoys strap-on fucking male slaves.

   She is just twenty years old, but looks younger.  I am kneeling at her
feet.  She is wearing black leather thigh-high boots with four inch heels
and tiny black leather hot pants that accentuate every contour of her ass,
which gives way to her slim waist.  A black leather open-cup bra completes
the ensemble.  Her breasts are small but pleasing and her nipples are dark
as the poke through the bra.  I know that I shouldn't really look, that it
is disrespectful to openly lust after a Mistress, but it's hard not to. 
Her hair is shoulder length and comes around in a curve around her ear,
parted in the middle.  Her Chinese eyes sparkle with a smile and I feel
that she is enjoying my predicament, laughing at what I have volunteered
for.  The whole thing gives me an instant hard-on.  The idea of being
controlled by a girl much younger than me adds immensely to the scene.

   The dildo that she is strapping on is pink and six inches long.  "Just
small one to get started with," she explains.  "But" - and a giggle - "it
still bigger than your little cock."

   I blush, although the Mistresses were always going to make fun of my
manhood.  It's about four and half inches long when hard and quite thin. 
When I'm really excited it sometimes reaches five inches, the head turning
angrily red with the rush of blood.  My penis deserves to be mocked. 
Indeed, it grows harder as it gets insulted.

   "Suck, slave!" she orders.

   I'm kneeling.  My hands are free but I hold my wrists behind me, as
instructed, and my knees are parted so that she can easily kick me in the
balls if I misbehave or don't perform to expectations.  I lean forward and
take the tip of the cock into my mouth, licking on it.  "Good slave,"
Mistress says, "get strap-on nice and wet."

   I obey, continuing to coat it with saliva.  I've always wanted a cute
Mistress to make me suck dildo like this.  My fantasy is coming true and my
cock strains upwards further, growing as large as it ever does.

   I'm sucking on about half its length when Mistress shouts, "Take whole
cock, slut." And she grabs my head with both hands, jerks her hips forward
and shoves the dildo into my mouth.  I gasp as the dildo is pushed against
my cheek, making it bulge outwards.  The young lady continues to fuck my
mouth in this manner for a few more strokes.

   "Now deep-throat!"

   She changes the angle and starts shoving the six inch phallus into my
throat.  I gag and gasp and she slaps my face, hard, leaving a red mark. 
"No teeth, slut.  You learn how suck properly.

   I'm choking on the dildo as she pounds it roughly between my lips.  I'm
squealing, although the rubber cock acts as a serviceable gag.  Mistress
Lacey doesn't care though.  She just laughs at my discomfort and continues
banging away.  "Slave must learn how to suck cock - this just small one!"

   On my knees, I nod, knowing that this is just my first ordeal.  I can't
fail.  Saliva drools over my lips and onto my chest.

   She pulls the dildo out of my mouth.  It is covered in spit and a trail
runs from my lips to the fake cock as it departs from my tongue.  She holds
it and slaps the dildo across my face a couple of times.  "Now I fuck your
ass.  Get on all fours."

   I get into position as told as she struts around me.  "Arch back, ass
higher," she demands.  I do as I'm told and she pushes the small of my back
further down.  Mistress Lacey kneels behind me and I feel the dildo rub
against my asshole.

   "Hmm," she giggles and forces a finger into my ass.  I moan
involuntarily, excited at her probing digit.  This is it: I am about to
finally undergo the strap-on fucking that I've always dreamed of.  Then she
grabs my ass cheeks, aims the dildo and slowly, inch-by-inch, penetrates
me.

   "Oooooooh," I moan, in ecstasy.

   "Ha ha," Mistress laughs.  "Nasty faggot enjoys being fucked in ass."

   With that, the Dominatrix starts to slowly, rhythmically pump the sex
toy in and out.  My cock twitches with each fuck and I can feel her pelvis
come into contact with my buttocks every time she presses inwards.  "Mmm...
good slave," she comments.

   Mistress Jade strolls into the room and looks down at me, derisively. 
She is one of the most mature Mistresses in the dungeon and speaks
excellent English.  "Look at you, you little boy slut.  How much you love
being fucked in the ass!"

   "Yes Mistress," I moan.

   "You are a nasty little strap-on faggot," she says.  I agree.  "Tell me
what you are, slut boy."

   "I'm a nasty little faggot who loves being fucked up the ass," I pant.

   She is wearing red stockings and a matching bra, as well as a short
black miniskirt.  Her shoes have four inch heels, which look higher than
that on her since she must only stand five feet tall.  She must be in her
mid-thirties but still looks hot.  Her face is accentuated by her sneer. 
Her hair is tied back in a pony tail and her dark eyes look at me cruelly.

   Mistress Lacey continues to pound me hard from behind, laughing for the
entertainment of the other lady.

   "I think that you need another cock inside you," says Mistress Jade. 
She slides the skirt off, revealing black panties, and starts strapping a
dildo to her waist.  Like her friend's, the dildo is just six inches long,
but this one is black instead.

   Mistress Jade kneels down before me, the cock jutting jutting out. 
"Suck on this, bitch," she says, and thrusts the black dildo into my
willing mouth.

   "Now be a good little cocksucker," she says.  "No teeth!"

   I deep-throat the dildo this time, not waiting to be forced as before. I
moan at the pleasure of being double-ended like this.  The two ladies are
making me feel like a slut, like a whore.  It's perfect.

   My cock twitches beneath my belly.  The pleasure is too much.  I've
waited for years to be mistreated like this.  After ten minutes of being
spit-roasted by the two ladies, my cock makes one last involuntary twitch
and cum spurts out in an ark.  Mistress Lacey massages my prostate as she
fucks my asshole and more cum flows out in spasms.  I groan and moan with
pleasure.

   "Pathetic faggot," laughs Mistress Jade, looking mirthful and disgusted
at the same time.  "See how much you enjoy being fucked like a girl, like a
sissy?" She pulls the dildo out of my mouth and slaps my face.

   "Yes Mistress.  Thank you, Mistress Lacey.  Thank you, Mistress Jade."

   I remain in position, panting.

   "Get your mouth to the floor, faggot," Mistress Jade orders, "and suck
your cum up.  A good slut shouldn't leave a mess like that.  It's a tasty
treat."

   And I obey, licking cum before two Ladies for the first time, revelling
in my humiliation.

   Friday - 16:45

   The bars of the cage press into my flesh, my thighs, belly and chest. 
It's a dog cage; the place, I guess, that will be my bed for the night. 
Currently I'm tied to it tightly.  Mistress Jade made me bend over the
cage, which was about as high as my waist.  She had told me to stretch my
arms out forward and then she had tied my wrists to the other side.  Using
some ornate form of bondage she had then looped the rope around and around
me, passing it through the bars and back again, thereby tying me tightly
against the cage's structure.  The rope continued to snake around my thighs
and knees, finally roping my ankles tightly against the bottom bars.

   For the moment I've been left alone, naked in the gloomy dungeon.  Left
to my thoughts.  My asshole simultaneously aches with the pain of the abuse
it has suffered in the last two hours, and twitches in anticipation of more
of the same treatment.

   The Mistresses had informed me that I would be fucked four times and
that each round of fucking would last until I came.  The first session
hadn't lasted long.  I'd been so excited that it was always going to be a
matter of minutes before I exploded.  But I knew that each round would take
longer and longer.  I wondered how many hours of fucking would go by before
the fourth ejaculation.

   Mistress Jade had fucked me over the cage for thirty minutes, her hands
resting on my buttock as she reamed my ass with slow, almost leisurely,
deliberate strokes.  The dildo was nine inches long this time and white,
ending with a pair of realistic balls that pressed into her crotch.  With
each thrust she would force its entire length inside me and then slowly
pull out until the fat head of the dildo cock was visible, stretching my
asshole to its widest.  She would pause for a few seconds until I gasped
and then press in with the next stroke.

   I had been involuntarily moaning throughout the slow fucking, which
seemed to cause her great amusement.  In particular my penis came to her
attention and she teased me about its worthlessness as she continued to
fuck me.

   "How small it is compared to my cock," she said.  "My cock is more than
twice as long as your little worm and much much fatter."

   She would force me to agree with each statement.

   "What was it like, the first time a girl saw your tiny cock?" she asked.
"Did the girl laugh?"

   "No wonder you want to be fucked up the ass.  Your pathetic penis could
not pleasure any girl."

   And she would make me tell her how pathetic my dicklet was.  Of course,
I agreed.  I loved how she judged me and laughed at me this way.

   "You're not a man with such a tiny cock.  It should be locked away in
chastity belt," she announced.  "Or" - an afterthought - "maybe we should
cut it off."

   During the first dildo fuck, when the two Ladies had spit-roasted me, I
had climaxed in about twenty minutes.  I knew that it would take longer
this time but I hadn't realized how much more painful the larger dildo
would be, nor how long it would actually take.  Being abused by a gorgeous
Mistress in this manner was a long-held fantasy of mine, but now my slave
dick was even struggling to get hard, never mind cum.

   After a half hour, Mistress Jade declared that it was time to eat.  I
could smell pizza from somewhere in the building and the indistinct chatter
of the various Mistresses.  I hoped that some would be brought for me but
had no idea what the arrangements were when it came to meals.

   Mistress Jade had detached the dildo from her waist and shoved it into
my ass.  "You keep it in there," she ordered.  It was not so easy to do so
since the dildo was heavy and I had to fight my asshole's natural tendency
of trying to force the invading sex toy out.  I stayed as still as possible
and wondered how long I had been waiting.  Probably just ten or fifteen
minutes, but it felt like an hour.

   Finally, the sound of heels clacking down the stairs to the dungeon. 
The door opens and Mistress Lacey strides in.  She grabs the base of the
dildo and twists it, causing me to cry out.  "Good slave," she says,
noticing that I managed to keep the dildo from falling out.  She yanks it
out roughly and starts to strap the dildo around her crotch.

   "You like being fucked?" she asks, as she worked the straps.

   "Yes, Mistress, I love being fucked by you."

   "You are a slut, I think."

   "Yes, Mistress.  I'm a slut.  Please fuck my ass with the dildo."

   She parts my cheeks with her hands and spits down on my asshole.  I feel
it dribbling into my gaping asshole.  "Slave enjoy being fucked too much,"
she declares.  "Being fucked should hurt."

   And then she plunges in.

   Her technique is much more aggressive than Mistress Jade's and she is
much rougher than when she screwed me earlier.  She bangs that dildo in
hard and fast, ignoring my wailing.  With each thrust, her cold, smooth
thighs come in touch with the back of my legs and bangs me forward.  I am
pressed further into the cage, unable to escape the relentless onslaught.
"Ow, oh, argh, please Mistress, be more gentle!" I beg, but my pleas go
unheeded.

   It feels like her whole intent is to rape me.  The fucking is brutal and
merciless.  Tears spring from my eyes.  I strain against my bonds but am
entirely trapped.  At first Mistress Lacey is quiet, silently doing her
work.  But after a while the exertion starts to tell and I can hear her
breathing grow harder.  Still she continues to batter my poor asshole as if
trying to penetrate even more deeply inside me.

   To my shame I start crying, begging ever more loudly for her to stop. 
To my chagrin however, my cock betrays me.  It has grown rock hard beneath
me, actually enjoying the rape, the humiliation that I am suffering. 
Pathetically I try to rub it against the bars to create some friction that
would help me to cum - which I know would end the rape - but I can't quite
reach.

   Mistress Lacey laughs as she sees me straining to pleasure myself.  "Bad
slave," she shouts and slaps my ass.

   "Sorry, Mistress," I respond.  Or try to.  It is more a pathetic mewling
than a sentence, a confused combination of pain and pleasure.

   "Slave should not get pleasure from fucking," she explains.  "Mistress
should enjoy."

   "Yes, Mistress," I gasp.

   And still the pounding continues, this fast, aggressive, abusive pace.

   Mistress Lacey must have been banging my ass for over twenty minutes
before her pace starts to slow.  It must be quite an energetic work out for
her.  My asshole feels like it has been stretched to twice its width since
the morning.  I have stopped crying but my cheeks burn with humiliation as
I realize how helpless I am to stop this tiny girl from sodomizing me.

   "You like being fucked, I think," Mistress Lacey jeers from behind me.
"You a little fuck bitch slut."

   "Yes, Mistress," I moan.

   Then I feel her hand wrap around my cock.  Even though my dick is small,
her hands and fingers still feel tiny.  She pumps at it while continuing to
fuck me.  "Ooooooooooooh!" I groaned.

   It doesn't take long then.  No more than a dozen jerks - twenty at most
- and then I feel the crashing, orgasmic jet of cum spurt along the inside
of my prick and out.  "Aaaaaaaaaaaah!" I sigh, going limp over the cage. 
My cock continues to spasm, oozing cum into Mistress Lacey's delicate hand.

   Mistress Lacey holds that position for another moment, the dildo's
entire length piercing my ass.  Then she slowly removes it and walks around
the cage.  Her fake cock juts out massively from her slim waist, which I
find hugely erotic.  She presents her cum-filled hand to me, holding it
under my nose, forcing me to smell its nasty salty chlorine odour.  "Suck
all your cum up," she ordered.

   So I do.

   Friday - 18:00

   The Mistresses allow me to have a few minutes to recover from the savage
anal abuse that I have just taken.

   Downstairs Mistress Jade had heard my orgasmic screams and joined her
friend upstairs, just in time to watch as I finished licking the last of my
cum from Mistress Lacey's cupped hand.  "It sounds like you enjoy being
fucked like a faggot," Mistress Jade had said.

   "Yes, Mistress," was all that I managed.  I was conscious of how
frequently I had been saying this.

   "Maybe the little ass-slut is a faggot after all?"

   I felt it safest not to answer.

   The two Mistresses chat away in Thai while I lie on the cage,
recuperating.  Every now and then one of them giggles.  I wonder what they
are saying to each other.  Eventually they decide that it is time for my
third round of fucking.  The ropes are slackened and I am freed from the
cage.  Red marks line my flesh where the ropes had dug in.

   Naked, I'm led to another part of the dungeon.  Mistress Jade tells me
to spread my legs, to which she attaches a spreader bar.  I feel unbalanced
and remain still.  From the ceiling they lower a heavy-looking wooden
stocks bar, suspended by chains.  Mistress Jade walks in front of me and
starts opening it up.  I can't help but notice the ample cleavage of her
silicon-enhanced breasts.  I suddenly realize with horror that I'm staring
but it is too late.  Mistress Jade notices and slapped me across the face
hard, making my ears ring.  "Fucking pervert," she spits.  "You'll pay for
that later."

   "I'm so sorry, Mistress."

   "Too late, slut boy."

   She opens the stocks up and tells me to put my arms and head in to the
correct holes.  Then she closes the stocks and latches them, trapping me
inside.  The position is awkward and I wonder how this is going to play
out. Is one of them going to fuck me while I'm standing up?

   The chains that suspend the stocks from the ceiling are suddenly
released and all the weight presses down on me.  Too late, I appreciate how
heavy the thing is.  I'm unable hold it upright and only just manage to
collapse to the floor with a modicum of grace.  The weight forces my head
and arms down, automatically pushing my butt into the air.  The spreader
bar adds the final touch to my position, forcing my asshole to gape widely.


   That's when I see Mistress Lacey standing before me, the gigantic 12"
black dildo pointing erect from her waist.  "Beg, slave!" she commands,
imperiously.

   "Please, Mistress.  Don't fuck me with that dildo.  It's too big."

   "No, slave, beg for me to fuck you."

   "Please, Mistress, no, don't.  I can't take it."

   "If you no beg then you no get lube," she warns.

   "Please fuck my slutty ass, Mistress.  I'm a pathetic fuck slave who
craves your cock.  I'm an insatiable whore that deserves to be fucked."

   "Better, slave.  Say more."

   "Please ram your dildo hard into my fuckhole, Mistress Lacey.  I want
you to destroy my ass, to teach me what it feels like to take a real cock."


   "Good slave."

   The dildo isn't just long, it's incredibly fat too.  Much thicker than
any of the others that I've taken.  It's modelled off a real Big Black Cock
and has realistic veins and so on.  It feels like it's going to split me in
half and I scream.  Mistress Lacey continues to push it inside me
inexorably.  "You have to take big cock if you going to be good whore," she
explains, wickedly.  Inch by inch she slides it into me.  I wonder how my
poor asshole can ever take such a large cock.

   Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the balls of the dildo touch
my ass cheeks and Mistress informs me that it's all the way in.  I gasp,
realizing that I've been holding my breath.  I feel as if I'm being lifted
off my feet.  Mistress Jade laughs.  "Our little slut taking such a big
cock on her first day," she says.  "Very good!"

   Mistress Lacey starts pumping the massive dildo in and out of me.  I'm
speared on her phallus, held down by the stocks, unable to do anything but
take the abuse that is being meted out.  Every time Mistress pushes inwards
I cry in pain.  Every time she pulls out I sigh with relief.  After being
milked twice already, I know that it could be a long long time before I cum
and that Mistress will not release me until them.  I beg my dick to
respond, to spurt it's load.

   Mistress Jade places one shoe in front of me.  She has changed outfits
and now wears sexy black lingerie - matching stockings, panties and basque
- and bright red high-heeled shoes.  Now she places one of her shoes in
front of me and orders me to lick.  My head locked in the stocks, I can
just about reach it with my tongue and I obediently strain to lick the tip
of her shoe.  "Good slave," she coos.

   "We see many lowly slaves, as you might expect," says Mistress Jade,
"but you might just be the most pathetic one yet.  The speed at which you
start licking just then: a natural-born submissive.  And with a cock as
small as yours, the fact that you've already been fucked in the ass three
times...  yes, I think you're a faggot who is in self-denial."

   My ass must have loosened up, as Mistress Lacey starts to fuck me more
vigorously.  Mistress Jade pours more scorn down on me, demanding that I
admit that I'm a faggot.  She starts fantasising about what they will do to
me, what they will force me to do.

   "Perhaps we'll arrange a bukkake session.  Just imagine: one hundred
dicks lined up to fuck your mouth, to force you to drink their cum, to
drench you in it."

   "Have you ever been gang-banged by real men?  After forty cocks your
asshole will be ruined.  You'll be exhausted.  Like being fucked by a
train."

   "You seem to be enjoying that dildo in your cunthole, slave.  A real
size queen.  The bigger the better, hey?"

   Her taunts start doing the trick.  My cock stiffens, which makes her
laugh, saying that it confirms her suspicions that I'm a faggot.  She turns
around and makes me suck on the heel.  "Perhaps I could fuck your ass with
my heel?  Is there anything that you don't like to fucked with?"

   Mistress Jade seems to have an endless stream of taunts with which to
erode my ego.  And still the fucking goes on.  This time there is no
reach-around.  The Mistresses are determined that I should cum just by
being ass-fucked.  And finally it happens.

   My cock was is semi-stiff but finally I feel a familiar rush of
excitement starting at my prostate before flowing up my shaft.  My goo
oozes out of my filthy prick.  I slump down as Mistress Lacey pulls out my
ass with an audible pop.  Tears run down my face.  I know that I'll be
licking my own mess up from the floor.

   Friday - 20:45

   This time I find myself tied over a bondage saw-horse.  My arms are tied
behind me and my ankles are cuffed to the legs of the saw-horse, spreading
me wide.  Once again, my well-used asshole is open and available for abuse.
Mistress Lacey has left the dungeon, gone for a well-earned break.

   A new Mistress is introduced by Mistress Jade.  "This is Princess Candi,
slave," says Mistress Jade.  "Say hello."

   "Hello Princess Candi," I say.

   "Hi, slut," the new lady lisps back at me.

   She has an angular face and enormous breasts that are very prominent
between a sheer white lace top.  She wears pink panties and strappy
sandals. She has a great butt, I notice.  There is heavy make-up on her
face and she has several piercings - in her nose, her eyebrows, her ears.

   I dread what is to come.  The first dildo was six inches long, the
second nine inches and the third, twelve.  I know that I won't be able to
cope with fifteen inches of dildo.  Equally, I know that I have no say in
the matter.

   Princess Candi walks around the saw horse so that she is standing in
front of me.  Quickly she pulls her panties down and her dick flops out.  I
am momentarily astonished.  I had expected her to strap a dildo onto
herself but this is a real cock.  She must have been concealing it between
her thighs within the panties.  It actually takes me a couple of seconds to
realize that she is a Thai Lady-boy.

   She moves towards me.  "Suck my cock, bitch," she says.

   "No, no." I strain against the bondage, in vain, twisting my head around
so that I can see Mistress Jade from the corner of my eye.  "No, I can't
suck her... his cock.  I'm not gay," I protest.

   There's a sharp blow from behind as Mistress Jade whacks me with a
riding crop.  It doesn't hurt too much, all the surprise is sharp.  "Of
course you are a faggot," she explains.  "You have been fucked by dildo for
hours and you have cum three times.  Only faggots like being fucked up the
ass." She whacks me again.

   "No, no, I won't," I respond, petulantly.  I resolutely clamp my lips
together, grinding my teeth, determined not to suck the she-male cock that
hovers before me.

   Mistress Jade starts wrapping something around my balls.  It's some sort
of band but I can't see what.  And then there is a zap and exceptional pain
as my testicles are electrocuted.  "Argh!" I scream - a high-pitched,
uncontrolled feminine scream.  Mistress Jade laughs and zaps me again, this
time for three or four seconds.  The pain is indescribable.  I would have
collapsed to the floor if the ropes hadn't kept me tied in place.  She zaps
me a third time.  "Suck that fucking cock, you faggot slave," she shouts in
my ear.

   I open my mouth in an O, unwilling to fight against pain like that. 
"Good, bitch," says Princess Candi as she places her soft dick in my mouth.
"Now suck."

   The experience is completely different to sucking on the dildo.  It's
warm, with a completely different texture.  It's alive.  Princess Candi
grinds her hips into my face and provides instructions.  "Run tongue around
cock, slut.  Now kiss.  And lick.  Mm... taste my cock."

   "Don't forget, faggot," Mistress Jade warns: "No teeth!"

   As I subserviently suckle on Princess Candi's lady-boy cock I feel her
start to harden inside my mouth.  The foreskin pulls back and she makes me
slurp and lick the glans.  She pushes her cock into my mouth, forcing my
cheek out.  Her cock grows and fills my mouth.

   To my eternal shame, my own cock stiffens.  It does not go unnoticed by
Mistress Jade.  She laughs, delighted.  "He is a little faggot," she cries.
"Sucking cock makes him hard." She starts milking my cock, making it harder
still, sending confusing messages of shame and pleasure to my brain.

   "I have idea," says Princess Candi as she pulls out of my mouth.  She
disappears for ten seconds, returning with a stick of cherry-red lipstick.
Grabbing my chin with one hand she bends down and smears my lips with the
lipstick.  "I want to see lipstick on my cock," she winks at her friend. 
Then she slaps me for good measure.  "Nasty sissy!"

   Her hard cock waves before her.  She must be a good seven or eight
inches long.  Mistress Jade sees me looking.  "She's much bigger than you,
isn't she, slave?  See, I told you that you're not a real man.  You're just
a shameful faggot with a nasty masturbation habit."

   Princess Candi grabs my hair, forces my mouth open and plunges her cock
inside.  This time she is rougher, pushing her cock deep into me, forcing
me to deep-throat it.  I'm now glad from the practice that I received from
the dildos earlier.  I still gag and choke but I'm able to cope until she
pulls out before, after a brief second of respite, shoving her cock back
into my mouth.

   She continues to rape my mouth for several more minutes before pulling
out properly.  My own cock is rock hard, but Mistress Jade has stopped
stroking me.  She doesn't want me to cum too early.

   Princess Candi shows me her cock.  I can clearly see my lipstick smeared
up and down the whole length of her shaft.  "You need to suck cock better,"
she states, simply, "but is OK for first time."

   Then she walks behind me, grabs my ass and starts pushing her cock
inside my ass.  "N... noooo!" I wail, but this was always going to happen.
The Princess eases herself slowly into me until her pelvis is pushing
against me.  All eight inches of her cock are inside me.

   "Nice... Still tight."

   And then she starts fucking me, laughing with Mistress Jade.  I lie
against the saw-horse.  Each time she shoves her cock inside I am pushed to
its surface.  She spanks me a couple of times.  I feel utter humiliation
and yet my cock is harder than it has been all day.  Being fucked by this
real cock, by this she-male, is somehow more sordid, more dirty than being
fucked by the strap-on.  The sensation of degradation makes me hotter than
ever.  I moan orgasmically, little quiet grunts of pleasure.

   "Oh... the dirty little faggot definitely enjoys being treated like
this. He's definitely a cock slut," says Mistress Jade.

   Princess Candi is clearly an experienced practitioner.  She fucks me for
a long time.  For several minutes she will fuck me hard and fast and then,
just as I'm sure she's about to finish, she slows down.  She twists from
side to side and swirls the cock around in circles, creating wonderful new
sensations in my own asshole.  Even though there is no stimulation on my
cock, I'm sure that I'm going to cum soon.  Just a little bit more, that's
all I need...

   And then it happens...

   With a shriek of pleasure, Princess Candi ejaculates.  Her cum spurts
into my asshole, defiling me, filling my colon with her filthy seed.  Her
cock spasms inside me and there's another spurt.  And that does the trick.
With a jerk, my own cock explodes and cum erupts from it.  Both Mistresses
laugh at the spectacle, knowing that they have proven beyond doubt that I'm
a faggot.  I hang my head in shame as Princess Candi's cock spurts inside
me once again.

   Friday - 22:00

   A trail of cum oozes out as Princess Candi pulls out of my fuckhole. 
I'm slumped over the saw-horse, mentally and physically exhausted from the
ordeal.  I have cum four times through being anally fucked, and feel tired.
Princess Candi jerks her cock a little, pushing the last bit of sperm out.
She rubs her cock against my buttock, smearing it with goo that feels
unpleasant.

   "I think we should trap all that nasty cum inside you," says Mistress
Jade.  She holds a black butt-plug next to me, so that I can see it.  The
toy is actually quite large and the prospect of being plugged with it would
have horrified me three hours ago.  Now though, I'm not too worried.

   She holds it against my hole, twists and turns it until it settles in.
There is a brief bite of pain as it's widest point stretches my asshole
wide but then it pops in and my ass closes around its stem.  I'm sure that
I can feel Princess Candi's cum swimming around inside me, impregnating me.


   "You make sure that doesn't come out!" Mistress Jade orders, prodding
the base of the butt-plug with a finger.

   "Yes Mistress," I concur.

   "Otherwise I will torture you very badly." She zaps me with the ball
shocker one last time.

   My Dominant tormentors start tying me up differently even as they
release me from the saw-horse.  My feet are manacled together, two feet of
chain separating them.  A metal collar is placed around my neck and my
hands are chained to that.  Each length of chain is cuffed to my wrist.  I
can move my hands about a foot away from the collar but that's about all.

   "Stand up," Mistress Jade instructs me.  She shows me a device.  "Do you
know what this is?"

   "Yes Mistress, it's a chastity cage."

   "Correct." She turns it around, letting me see it from different angles.
"They make all sizes so even your tiny cock can be locked away.  We cannot
have you masturbating tonight." She starts attaching it to me, wrapping it
around my testicles, encasing my penis.  I flinch as I feel dozens of
pricks hurting my tender penis.  "Yes," Mistress says, noticing my
discomfort, "it has spikes.  If you get hard then pain is very bad."

   "Now on your knees."

   I fall to my knees.  Princess Candi's cock is still hanging freely, and
is still semi-hard, and she slaps my face, giggling.

   "You must be hungry, slave."

   "Yes, Mistress." I am.  It was hours since I last ate.  I could do with
some tasty Thai food.  Or maybe some of that pizza I smelled earlier.

   "Crawl over to the cage," she says, indicating the dog cage that I had
been strapped to for my second fucking.  I do as ordered, struggling a
little bit given the bondage.  The way my hands are connected to my neck
make things awkward but I get there.

   "One minute," Mistress Jade says.  She walks to a cupboard and comes
back shortly.  Before my eyes she opens up a tin can full of dog food and
empties it into a bowl next to the cage.  "Dinner!" she announces.

   I want to cry.  "Please, Mistress, I can't eat that."

   "This is all you get," she states.  "If you don't eat this then you go
hungry.  Trust me - this is the nicest food that you will get while in this
dungeon."

   I inch closer to the bowl, holding it with both hands.  My head is just
inches away from the cubes of jellied meat.  The smell is disgusting, the
humiliation overwhelming as both Ladies watch with curious anticipation.

   Here goes nothing... I dip my head down and take a chunk of meat in my
mouth.  Immediately I retch.  The taste and the smell is disgusting.  I
bite into it and an awful, rank-tasking spurt of juice lands on my tongue.
I think I'm going to throw up.  I have to spit the dog food back into the
bowl.

   "I'm sorry, Mistress, I just can't." By now I'm weeping.

   "Not my problem," she says, simply.  "Your problem.  You go hungry.  See
how tasty the dog food looks in morning."

   I am placed into the dog cage.  It's uncomfortable.  Just an inch-thick
cushion pads me from the bars at the bottom of the cage.  A small pillow is
available but I need to curl up tightly to fit in.  The butt-plug bites
into my ass.

   Mistress Jade locks the cage.  She spits at me, landing it right on my
cheek where it trickles down leaving a liquid trail.  "Sweet dreams,
faggot," she says as she leaves.  Princess Candi waves to me.  "Good night,
sissy slut."

   I lie miserably in the cage.  With the lights out it is pitch black and
the soundproofed room is silent apart from the quiet hum of the air
conditioning unit.

   I don't know how I am going to cope with this and for the first time I
realize the magnitude of what I have submitted to.  I will be in the
dungeon, tortured and humiliated by these girls for a whole week.  There's
no escape: my clothes have been taken away and hidden somewhere along with
my passport.  Madame Om made it clear that they would only be returned to
me once the session is completely over.  In just the first few hours I have
been violated and sodomized brutally, made to feel utterly powerless,
humiliated by girls half my size and half my age, helpless to prevent them
from inflicting whatever pain or degradation that they want against me.  My
asshole feels stretched appallingly, ruined.  I've been raped by a
she-male. The Mistresses clearly have little respect for my limits, forcing
me to undergo homosexual abuse.  And yet, I have to admit that they gauged
it perfectly, seeing straight through my façade to my most base desires.  I
was hungry for utter degradation and humiliation and that's what they have
gifted me.

   I'm sure that I'll be unable to sleep.  The cramped position, the
invasion in my ass, the chains restricting my movement, the thin cushion -
they all conspire against sleep.  And then - as I think about the lovely
Mistress Lacey, her lithe body in that open cup bra - my dick hardens and
the spikes dig in, causing agonising pain.

   But to my surprise I must lose conscience quickly because the next thing
I'm aware of is being woken up the next morning by a loud banging on the
cage.