Title: Journey To Submission.

I was in Atlanta away from home on a two-week training seminar. I'd finished the first weeks training a day early and was debating whether to drive back home or just spend a long weekend in the big city. I called home and found my wife had the weekend shift at work so I decided to stay. Playing around on the internet in the chat rooms on my laptop most of the day had left me horny as hell. Fortunately, being in a large metropolitan area such as Atlanta there were many choices for places to go. I did a little searching and found a sex club called the "Big Cat Club". There were no membership requirements listed, the pictures and videos were smoking and it was within walking distance of my hotel.

The club was located in an old three-story brick warehouse situated in such a manner that the street side entrance was actually on the third floor. The only clue that there were people present were the large parking areas tucked neatly out of sight on either side of the building packed full of cars. The old brick exterior of the building did nothing to give away the extensive interior renovations. The only exterior hint anything had been done were two massive arched oak doors resembling those of a cathedral, which served as entrance to the club. Carved into the door on the left was the full six foot high figure of a lioness reared on her haunches, the door on the right was that of a lion, in the same pose with their forepaws meeting. "Nice classy touch" I thought.

Pulling open the door, I discovered I was in a medium sized entry area resembling a Doctor's office right down to the sliding glass window for the receptionist. Although it was advertised as no membership required the forms and papers signed to gain admittance coupled with the identification check reminded me of when I joined the military. Hell they even pricked my finger for a blood test. But judging from the outfits and appearance of the receptionists the club was going to live up to its internet advertisement and then some. Not wanting to have to walk back to the hotel and find another place to go, I quickly filled out the information requested not paying any particular attention to the fine print on the forms. Oh, silly me!

Having gained access after forty-five minutes of paperwork, I was greatly impressed with what the owners had done with the place but I felt as though I was dressed inappropriately in my loose fitting khaki pants and short-sleeved dress shirt and I stuck out like a sore thumb. Everyone else in the club was dressed in all manner of non-conventional garb. There were leather fetish, latex fetish, female dommes, male dommes, slaves of every description, openly gay male and female, bi-persons, and a few fetish types I wasn't sure of. All were doing whatever they wanted and no one censoring their actions. I was overwhelmed to say the least. I went up to the bar and ordered a double shot of Jose Gold tequila and a Corona and found a table to further survey the situation.

I hadn't noticed earlier exactly what was playing on the video screens so overwhelming was the interior. As I threw back the shot their offerings caught my eye. It appeared to be different sex tapes playing on each of the screens. A true smorgasbord of activity catering to all tastes, there were women doing women as soft core porn or hard core domination, men doing men as soft core porn or hard core domination, women doing men as hard core domination, men doing women as hardcore domination, men and women having intimate sex, women being gang banged by men, men being gang banged by women and men being gang banged by men. I noticed something neat at the table; a selector switch that allowed you to choose which video you wished to hear. Sipping on my Corona, as I watched the many choices I selected the women dominating men video alternating between it and the women gangbanging men video.

By now I was into my fourth round of drinks and totally aroused from the sights and sounds from the video offerings, when this lovely dark haired beauty dressed in a skintight leather dome outfit came to my table and sat down without a word. Reaching under the table, she grasped my erection and softly whispered "Ah an untrained slave". "Ma'am?" I stuttered in surprise. "I noticed you like our videos, slave. Would you like me to commentate?" she coolly replied. "Commentate on the videos? It's blatantly evident what's going with them Miss" I answered. "Fool" she thundered, "I meant to explain the methods being used, as well as expounding upon the personalities of the Mistresses involved". "You know these people?" I asked incredulously. "Most of them" she smugly answered. "I forgotten my manners, May I buy you a drink?" I said. "Yes you may, Slave" she replied. "Wait a minute, that's three times now you called me that. What makes me a slave?" I asked. "I do" was her calm response. Thinking what the hell I've played this game in chat rooms. If I can get some relief, I'll play her silly game. Little did I know I was rapidly going from pee wee ball to the major leagues. "OK princess, what would you like" I asked. "You will pay for you insolence, slave" she coldly replied "An Amstel Light".

We sat chatting, she gleaning more information about me than I from her and as we talked she offered insight to the performances. "See the lovely, lithe auburn-hair mistress," She asked. "Sure, she's been one of my favorites" I said. "Do you see how she is roughly taking her slave slamming hard into his ass with her strap-on? You probably think she is punishing him don't you," she stated. I answered "Well given the size of the monster, she's using on him I would say, yes she was" "Wrong, that slave loves to be abused that way, she is rewarding him. Her name is Mistress Gina; she is a fair mistress but will tolerate no disrespect. Her punishments are quick and severe. She left her husband who broke her heart, now she sometimes uses this as an outlet for her anger and pain" she explained. "What about the blonde one" I asked. "That is Mistress Lori, she is also fair but quick to punish if needed, her husband got her started twelve years ago and she hasn't looked back, especially since the divorce. The other is Mistress Tia; a family member took her roughly when she was young, fourteen. She learned to like it, but loves giving it to her slaves. The black mistress is Mistress Donna she likes going as both a dome and a sub. And my name is Mistress Amy to you. And yours?" she asked. "My name is Steve," I answered. "Lovely" she cooed. "Pardon?" "It is a good name, slave. Easy for me to modify" she purred.

"Here, I have something for you" she said. "What?" I asked. She proceeded to pull from her bag a beautifully crafted black leather three inch high collar with tether points on each side, a locking mechanism in back for closure and a lion's image embossed in color on the front of it. "What's that for?" I asked. "All my slaves wear one for me it is a way of identifying whose property you are," she answered. Oh what the hell I thought, if it gets me in her pants I'll go along with her. Just proving once again what a novice I was where these matters are concerned. "OK, put it on me" I said.

"GET OVER HERE AND KNEEL, SLAVE" she commanded. I'm getting a little pissed with her commanding posture and take my time moving to her chair. The two sharp cracks from her ridding crop, which appeared from nowhere, helped speed me to her side. "KNEEL AND DON'T MAKE ME SAY IT AGAIN" she pronounced firmly. I hit my knees next to her chair. "BOW YOUR HEAD" she said. I obeyed. "Slave, I'm only going to tell you these things once. Listen carefully and remember every word. My word is your law. You do nothing without my permission. You will address me as Mistress or ma'am. You are mine to do with as I please. I can and will give you to other Mistresses or Masters to further your training. Your only goal is to please me. These rules must be obeyed whether you are serving me, or another Domme I give you to for training. Fail to obey these rules and you will suffer the consequences of punishment. Your code word for mercy when you can bear punishment no longer is "Amazon". Do you understand?" she said. "Are you serious?" I questioned. "You will require much training," she said in a low dire tone. Little did I realize what an ominous situation I had placed myself in as she clasped and locked my collar tightly and firmly around my neck. She clipped dual leashes onto my collar. "Stand up and follow me." Thus began my descent into a world I had only glimpsed from a distance.

"Walk behind me, slave." I found it tough not follow Mistress Amy's command, as she led me with a heavy hand towards the freight elevator. She paused and entered a code number into the keypad near the elevator entrance. Suddenly, the elevator appeared at the opening with an operator standing inside who resembled an Egyptian Nubian slave, I gasped when I saw he met more of the requirements than I had realized, he had been castrated. Mistress Amy, smiling at my shock added these chilling words "Did you notice his collar slave? He is one of mine. He choose the castration in able to better serve me." We went down to what I guessed was the first floor. As there was nothing to indicate where we were, I really could not tell. The elevator door opened into what resembled for the world a hallway in a corporate office building, except for the larger Nubian slave at the door way outfitted exactly as his brethren who was running the elevator. "Need any help, with this one Mistress" he asked. "Not just yet, thank you" Mistress Amy replied "I'll call you if I do." I meekly followed her down the long corridor. She stopped at an intricately carved oak door, with a lioness mounting a lion. "Ma'am, someone must have made a mistake and the owner accepted it," I offered in conversation. "There was no mistake," she said. I was to find the meaning behind the symbolism, further in my training. There was another security pad next to the door and she quickly entered her code into it. We entered what looked like a small dressing room. "Strip" she ordered "and place your things into one of the lockers." She tied the leashes to eyehooks located on opposite walls giving me a three-foot circle to move about it, as she stood back to watch.

"Get out of those clothes, NOW!" I slowly started out of my clothes, a little embarrassed at my nakedness. "Hummmm, nice tan, slave" Mistress purred. She then quickly clipped handcuffs on my wrists and leg irons on my ankles. She then pulled out a curious round wire basket. "This is to help you in your training" she said, as she bent and affixed the device around my now flaccid cock and balls, cinching it tightly round my scrotum. The wire cage bound my cock tightly to my balls; its purpose became immediately obvious to me, an erection now would be impossible, or if possible extremely painful. Now outfitted to mistress's taste, she led me out of the locker room into a large but strange restroom. The stalls where the six stainless steel toilets were located, were short wall portions fabricated of stainless steel only three and one half feet tall but about five feet wide and one foot thick, with a bar running at the top of each, and eyebolts two feet from the base of the toilet. There were no doors for any privacy on the stalls. The room itself was rough concrete walls with twelve inch black tile on the floor, which sloped to a center floor drain. On the wall opposite the short wall portion stalls were six showerheads with restraint attachment eyehooks. The end wall contained a fire hose. The door we entered by was the one of two ways in and out of the room as there was another door on the far wall. "Here, slave" she beckoned to a stall. As I entered, she quickly placed the free ends of the handcuffs into the bars at the top of the sidewalls and then secured the leg irons to the eyebolts. As a finishing touch she tied the free end of the leashes to the bars on either side. My arms are held just high enough by the cuffs causing my circulation to slow and arms to numb. Great chance for hot sex yeah right, I really screwed up this time. Going into the third hour, or what I felt was the third hour; I started yelling for someone to help, this was to prove to be a very unwise move on my part.

Mistress Amy stormed into the room, with an entourage of male slaves trailing behind her. The woman from the videos upstairs Mistress Gina followed closely behind. "Slave, did you not understand the rules?" Mistress Amy asked. "I guess not" I replied. "That's it, you foolish slave," She thundered. "I have been very patience with you, but I will not tolerate your disrespect any longer. Slaves, use this slave's smart mouth for your pleasure. Cum on his face. But save his smart ass for me." The reasoning behind the stall width, now became apparent to me it allowed someone to stand on either side of the toilet. Fight as I might, with my arms and legs shackled and a person on each side of me my mouth quickly became a roughly used orifice. One of the guys whispered "Sorry buddy but if we don't do as we are told, we will find ourselves in your place." I would have responded but with eight inches of thick cock being rammed down my throat it was impossible. My mouth was stretched and swollen from some of the massive cocks.

I was gagging from the loads of cum, being shot into my mouth and across my face. And it looked as though I was only halfway through the line. It was then Mistress Amy told them to stop. She entered the stall, still stunning in her leather skintight outfit. She had added to her outfit black elbow length latex gloves and with these she slowly traced the droplets of cum on my chest. She continued to trace my inner thigh, watching my discomfort as my untrained cock responded to her touch. She scooped cum from my face and then fucked my mouth with three fingers. "Tell Mistress why you are being punished," she asked as she moved her fingers from my mouth to my ass. "Mistress, for my smart mouth, for failing to address mistress correctly and for screaming out when there was no Mistress or Master present" I quickly rattled off. "Very good" She said returning the fingers to my mouth and stroking my chest. I was hoping that with my lesson learned perhaps my punishment was over as she attached thumbscrew adjustable nipple clamps to my nipples with a chain between them. Imagine then my dismay, as she turned and ordered, "Finish". Her slaves were well trained; of course if what I was living now was part of their boot camp I could understand their obedience. Mistress Gina who had been standing watching asked, "Is this a new one Amy?" "Yes Gina it is, hardheaded and stubborn too" Mistress Amy replied. "May I try with him sister?" Mistress Gina asked. "Of course my sister, but you must know he is barely trained" Mistress Amy answered. "Thank you Amy, I will not damage your merchandise...too much" Mistress Gina responded. "Use him as you wish, Gina my slave is your slave" Mistress Amy said. "Do you have a name for him yet, Amy?" Mistress Gina questioned. "Yes, I'm going to call him Stephanie, sister Gina" Mistress Amy said. "So that's what she meant by my name would be easy for her to modify," I thought. "Gina, his code word is 'Amazon', I hope he remembers it" Mistress Amy said. "I do, too" Mistress "Gina replied, "Given his smart mouth, he will need to".

"Stand up Stephanie, Mistress needs to douche you" Mistress Gina" commanded. I quickly did as I was told, and Mistress expertly entered my ass with the douche probe. "This is my special mixture, has a little numbing agent in it, a lot of oil for lubrication and water. I felt my bowels rapidly filling with the mixture and was sure I was about to explode. "Hold it like a good girl," Mistress Gina cooed. "Yes Ma'am" was all I could say. It was then, Mistress Gina and Amy, decided to depart leaving me in the cold dark bathroom again to ponder my fate. I held it as long as I could before nature and gravity forced me to unload into the toilet. "Hope that doesn't get me in trouble," I thought. That was to prove to be the least of my worries.

I hung by the handcuffs, sitting on the cold toilet trying to get comfortable. It was an impossible task, however I was able to doze off to sleep for just a short while. I awoke with a start, the numbness from the lack of circulation in my arms causing me wake up. I sat quietly and pondered my fate softly to myself. "Wonder when she doesn't hear from me, how long it will take my wife to call out the National Guard?" I questioned softly out loud. I almost broke my arms and ankles as I jumped from the unexpected response out of the darkness. "She will not be calling anyone, other than the Center for Disease Control, here in Atlanta," Mistress Gina said in a matter of fact tone. Gathering my composure, as best one could in my position I asked, "What do you mean, Ma'am". "I mean that she and your employer are under the impression that you have been exposed to a deadly, highly contagious disease never seen before and are now under quarantine for the next thirty days. My heart sank when I heard this.

"Stand up" she barked. I struggled to stand as my circulation to my limbs was lost, it cost me several sharp cracks with her riding crop on my shoulders and chest. "Move when I speak" the words rolled off her tongue coldly and cruelly. My fear grew as I stood with my head bowed glimpsing into her eyes. "My name slave is, Mistress Sadie. I am sure that the very able Mistress Amy and Gina gave you the rules. I will add one of my own, do not speak unless asked a direct question. She then proceeded to unlock my leg and arm shackles. "I detest these things" she said "Something for amateurs to use." I stood very still as she removed the training cage from my penis and balls. My thoughts of being relieved quickly evaporated as she took the leashes in hand and guided me out of the restroom and straight into hell.

Mistress Sadie led me down another winding hallway and opened a door to a fully equipped dungeon torture chamber. Her love of rope was the reason for her distaste of the chain hardware. She could have given an old time sailing ship sailor and a Vietnamese interrogator, a run for their money with her skills. She started by making a body harness out of rope looping it over each of my shoulders in much the same fashion of the old Mexican bandits carried their ammunition belts. She then completed the rig by bringing a loop around my upper torso sandwiching my nipples between the strands and another round my stomach. What she did to my poor cock and balls was a terrible thing to behold and even worse to bear. She started by making half hitches on my flaccid cock, continuing until it was engulfed in 1/8-inch rope. She then dropped back and included my scrotum and balls, lashing them to my penis with same cruel tight half hitches. She finished by looping the free end of the rope through the loop around my chest and clinched the whole thing up tight. This basically ended up placing the head of my penis in my belly button. She continued with her rope tricks, by binding my hands behind my back and running the free end of the rope through a pulley. This made my shoulders the fulcrum as she lifted my body by my arms. She proceeded to see how many times I could scream 'Amazon'. Before I passed out from the blood rushing to my head, as she lowered me none to gently to ground. She was removing the rope rig as I knelt on hand and knees when she slid two fingers of her gloved hand into my ass. "Ah, virgin man-pussy. My favorite kind!"

"Children, come here." From the darker recesses of the dungeon, there appeared four women. I assumed they were Mistress Sadie's slaves, as they did not carry themselves as a mistress would. "On your knees before me" Mistress Sadie ordered. I quickly assumed the proper position. "Look up" she barked. I obeyed. She then took cotton balls and placed them over my eye sockets, taping them in place. This done she then placed a skintight latex hood over my head. The only provisions it contained was a nose slit and a zippered closure for a mouth opening. "Did you know slave, that when a person loses a sense that their other senses work overtime to compensate?" She pronounced wickedly. "I would say in your case, the sense of touch and sound will overcompensate nicely," She wickedly laughed. Hood in place she led me in the direction of an oversized metal sawhorse with a lightly padded ten inch wide cross member for a top. She bent me over the middle of the sawhorse, and quickly lashed my arms and legs to the sawhorse legs in such a manner that my ass was prominently displayed and readily accessible. She toyed me with in that position, much the way a cat does a mouse. Tracing her fingers down my back to my ass, then slapping my ass cheeks with her open hand. She said she enjoyed the sound of it.

She continued tracing the inside of my thighs with her gloved hand or riding crop, before landing the crop on my back and legs. Making it sing she said. A song of Satan, I thought. My blood ran cold, my vital monitors crazy when she leaned down close to my head and whispered, "Man slave, these women and I have been hurt by men sexually, physically and emotionally. Tonight, we are taking our aggression out on you. For every man who has done us wrong; you will pay. We don't care if you have never mistreated a female, you are the sacrificial lamb for your sex." "Girls, what is it to be, soft and sexy or tear him up?" She asked for effect. She achieved the desired effect as I shuddered from the response. "Tear him up!" They screamed in unison. " Think this slave, if we were men and you a women. How kind would we be?" Mistress Sadie whispered in my ear as she stroked my back with her riding crop. "Have at him girls!"

I thanked Mistress Gina, a thousand times that night for her numbing agent in the douche, as they took turns tearing into my virgin ass with huge strap on cocks. When not in my ass, they unzipped the mouth opening and pounded my still sore mouth much more roughly than Mistress Amy's male slaves had. The flail and the crop were used extensively; by those with no opening to attack as they waited their turn. I came to believe that there was much more than a little numbing agent in that douche as the night wore on into day. Four pounds of Columbian premium cocaine would not numbed, Mistress Sadie's final outrage. She was standing behind and started fucking my now limbered up asshole with three long gloved fingers, she quickly graduated to four fingers then her whole hand up to the wrist. "Humm, still a nice tight ass slave, you like Mistress in your man pussy?" I did not answer; when I had answered such questions earlier in the evening it only brought me more pain. "I love the feel of your man pussy," she continued. I vaguely remember screaming 'Amazon' before passing out as she closed her hand into a fist while still inside my tight ass and shoved her arm up in me to her elbow.

I awoke naked but thankfully free of rope and restraints in a sparse cell. Aching from every joint, as I tried to stand I fell to floor in agony my knees folding under me, my butt on fire. My isolation continued as a tray of food slide under the door. As I hungrily ate, my spirits soared as under the plate I found the following note from Mistress Gina. "Rest, Mistress Amy will be continuing your training. But I shall reclaim you shortly. - G -" They gave me a full day to recuperate, I think there were drugs in the food to help as toward the end of the time I was able to walk without falling over.

Mistress Amy arrived at the door of the cell on the following morning with leash in hand. I quickly knelt on hands and knees at her feet. She slowly traced a gloved finger down my back and giggled as I jumped when she reached my ass. "Still sore, I see. We checked you out; she caused no permanent damage. Mistress Gina inserted one of her magic suppositories in you to help with the pain and speed the healing. You may stand." She said as she affixed a leash to my collar.

"Kneel slave," Mistress Amy commanded. I quickly did as I was told. "You have much more training to endure," She said as she placed a hood on my head similar to the one used by Mistress Sadie effectively blindfolding me and offering my mouth through a zippered opening. "Be brave and try not to embarrass Mistress," She said as placed the dreaded wire cage over my cock and balls. My mind raced wondering what was next as she led me out this chamber to another. I could hear other people in the room, sounding almost like a party. The room grew strangely quiet as she led me to the center of the room bending me over a metal sawhorse and securing my legs and hands to the legs of the horse. She did show a little more compassion than Mistress Sadie had in that my torso was stretched over the length of the sawhorse allowing me to rest my weight on the cross member. She then made this pronouncement, which caused my blood to curdle; "Friends, use this slave as you will. His mouth, his ass are yours. You can see from his cage he is still learning control. I do not want him to cum or derive pleasure from this experience." The blood rushed to my head as they started to pleasure themselves. I had some experience from this type of thing from Mistress Sadie, which helped me make it through without a constantly screaming for mercy. I had no idea who or what my torturers were, I only felt what they wished me to. Someone was stroking my back with a soft flail, while someone else jerked my head up to place a cock in my mouth, another found my ass with a cock and on and on it went plastic, latex and real cocks rotating in and out of me. I did my best to look good for Mistress Amy, finding places to hide in my mind, chasing the ocean surf and breeze as the abuse continued. My mind games were working right up to the moment I heard a voice from hell, Mistress Sadie's.

"Oh my little slut puppy did you miss Mistress's loving touch?" she whispered, "Your man-pussy ass is mine now, bitch!" She continued coldly. I did not give her the pleasure of passing out or screaming as she probed my ass with fingers before going to a full fisting. "Oh look gang, the slut loves it" She squealed. I did not love her rough loving, but was proud I had learned to bear her abuse. Things continued this way for seven or so hours, before those assembled grew bored with their toy. As I silently lay there abused, exhausted sore and confused I heard a new voice; "Mistress Amy, may I have a hand at this slaves training?" "What would you like to do with him, Mistress Donna?" Amy replied. "Pain management, Amy" She replied. "Oh, an excellent idea, Mistress Donna. He has come a long way from his initiation, but could surely stand to learn more."

And with that began another chapter in my training. Mistress Donna took me from the party room roughly leading me on all fours with her leash to a room whose smell I recognized; Mistress Sadie's torture chamber. "Slave, the purpose of this training is to condition you to withstand pain. I will have you for at least four to six hours each day. This will be a progressive training, I will add to your torture, teaching you to withstand the pain." She then proceeded to show that Mistress Sadie was not the only dominatrix, who knew the cruel workings of rope. She bound my hands behind me and tied me to a whipping post. She then placed a six-inch "C" clamp behind each of my nipples biting into my pectoral muscles as she tightened them into place. She then looped a separate rope through each of these clamps then fed the free ends of rope through separate ratcheting type pulleys these pulleys click with each pull and hold the rope to that point. I learned to dread the sound of the pulley click as much as the ropes they tensioned. Mistress Donna applied tension, slowly watching my eyes. When she was sure, I was sufficiently in pain she dropped the ropes and returned to add to my torment. Placing thumbnut adjustable nipple clips on my now erect nipples, she ran cord from the nipple clips and pulled tension on them as well. My mind was racing, trying to find a place to hide from the pain, but to no avail. She only smiled wickedly as she looped a small rope around the base of balls and cock cage and pulled tension up on it also only from a separate direction. This done she had effectively placed me in such a position that there was no direction I could move my body with out causing myself pain.

With my body immobilized by rope tensions and the whipping post, she then after racking the tension up in all her devices proceeded to stroke my back and ass with flail and riding crop. I won't lie, I screamed "Amazon" more than once, but my screams became less frequent as each day passed. Mistress Donna was cunning however; she never came for me during the same time of day. I learned not anticipate her actions and bear her punishments with stoic fortitude. I wondered however what had become of my Mistress Gina. I was soon to find out. I was playing the classic Lead Zeppelin "Stairway to Heaven" song in my head, heavy into the tail end of the guitar rift towards the end of the piece; bearing the brunt of another of Mistress Donna's "pain management" session, when Mistress Gina appeared.

"Slave still you do not understand, Do you?" Mistress Gina asked. "Ma'am?" I questioned, through clenched teeth. "You, fight the pain with your mind, the purpose of the training is to accept the pain, consider it as you would pleasure melding the two in your mind. Teaching your body to recall the feelings, of pain and pleasure and learning from both. Do you understand?" Mistress Gina asked. "No Mistress, this one does not," I answered slowly catching my breath as she walked to two of the ropes, click, click and click, click. "What do you feel slave" "PAIN, my mistress burning mind bending pain." "Breathe slave, slowly count of six in and count of six out" she commanded as she walked to two more ropes, click, click, click. "Focus on your breathing only, do not allow the pain to break your concentration." Mustering all my energy I attempted to follow Mistress Gina's commands, it was difficult with my skin and body stretched and punished as it was. Slowly, I flushed the pain with each exhale and took in strength with each inhale. "That's, better slave" Mistress Gina purred as she made the rounds of the ropes again, click, click, click.

"Mistress Donna, I would like to take over with this slave's training" Mistress Gina pronounced. "But of course my sister, feel free" Mistress Donna responded. My mind raced, here I had thought Mistress Gina to be a salvation of sorts and now she had quickly surpassed one of my tormenters in capacity to deliver pain in mere minutes. "Slave, you have thought me to be kind, do not mistake kindness for duty. I taught the young Mistress Sadie how to break slaves. Unlike she, I am confidant in my abilities I am not forced to resort to bone breaking torture to train my slaves. Let me assure you that there are worse tortures than that which you now endure, tortures that can break a slave without touching. You may not understand now, but you shall my dark skinned slave, I promise you shall. Before I am finished with you, you will come to realize that you are mine; when you are returned to the world in your dreams you will seek your mistress and in your waking hours each morning you will fall to your knees in contemplation asking how you may serve me. This I promise you."

My mind, racing now not understanding completely only hearing the words tortures worse than this ringing in my ears, my body and mind finding that impossible to believe tortured as I was a the time. Mistress Gina then released the tension on all the devices, allowing a moments respite. "Turn towards the whipping post" she commanded. I quickly did as I was told. "Arms up." Again, I quickly put my arms in the air, as she attached the handcuffs to the ring on the pole keeping me tied to the post. She then removed the damned wire cage, I had grown to hate so. "Spread your legs, for Mistress" Doing as I was told, I wondered what next was to happen. Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, came the answer as Mistress used her crop on my back, buttocks and thighs. Stepping in close she trailed the crop on my inner thighs and whispered "How's that man pussy, today?" Before I could answer she had three fingers in me, expertly massaging my male clit. "Does Stephanie love Mistress's touch?" Moaning softly I replied tears running down my cheeks "Yes, my Mistress, your slut lives for your touch." "Breathe, slave" Again I found myself focusing on my breath, washing the pleasure into the same vat I had placed the pain. "Good, girl" Mistress Ginacooed, reaching with her gloved hand to my cock and balls. "Now my little slut, Mistress is going to teach you how to control this pathetic cock." "Whose cock is this, Stephanie?" "Yours, Mistress." "Do not ever forget that, slave"

Strangely though aroused as I was from Mistress's silk gloved hand, understanding slowly washed into my being. I felt myself disjoined from my body now, whether from the intense pain of the previous session or the pleasure I was being allowed now, neither seemed to matter. Perhaps, this was what I was here to learn, I came to find this was my refuge. The mind games I had played had helped earlier for sure, but they did not bring the peace this revelation did, I was overjoyed with the knowledge. "Slave, Mistress sees something in those brown eyes, something shining, tell her what that is" Slowly, haltingly I shared what I had just found with Mistress. "I am pleased. Do not forget how you got there it is truly your refuge." There are no words that adequately describe what those words "I am pleased" mean to a slave, coming from a Mistress or Master, those in the life will understand, those outside the life will never. With that the session was over and I was returned to my cell by one of the Nubians.

"Stephanie" I quickly assumed the kneeling position, head down in the center of my cell hearing Mistress Gina's voice. "Good girl" Mistress cooed. I have a treat for you my fine slut, Mistress Lori wishes to have you for her pleasures. Clipping her leash to my collar, she led me to another room in the vast complex. There was large raised Diaz in the center of the room carpeted, and standing there was the blonde Mistress Lori outfitted in black leather, with a large strap on finishing her outfit. "She has learned to float, sister Lori" Mistress Gina said as she dropped my leash. "Sister! You have brought her far then" Mistress Lori exclaimed. "Tis nothing my sister, some learn faster than others is all" My Mistress Gina replied. "Do you wish me to stay?" "Please, do Gina, I always enjoy your company and you never cease to amaze me with your teaching abilities." Mistress Lori replied. "As you wish" Mistress Gina responded. "Crawl over here, slave" Mistress Lori commanded. I quickly complied. "Kneel" Again I did as I was told. "Gina, don't those lovely boots of yours need cleaning?" Smiling an evil grin Mistress Gina replied "Yes, sister, they do." "Stephanie, clean your Mistress's boots for her" Mistress Lori commanded with a quick crack of her riding crop on my back. "Use your tongue, you stupid little slut" As Mistress Gina took to the diaz, I quickly lapped each and every inch of her fine footwear. "That's such a good girl," Mistress Lori said.

"Now, come here." Kneeling before Mistress she quickly attached nipple clips with long lead chains to each of my nipples. "Now, assume the position" Confused, I knelt on hands and knees. Mistress Lori quickly corrected me, kicking my hands from under me. Growling she said "When I say assume the position, your ass is to be in the air, your chest on the floor and your arms stretched out in front of you, do you understand?" "Yes Mistress, this one understands." The only reply a slave might make. "Good" "Nice dark skinned slave you have here Mistress Gina, that ass is only missing one thing, my handprints" "Count for me Stephanie" "1, 2, 3, 4... " I counted as each blow landed. "There, what do you think Gina, I think that will do to start...nice red ass now" "Lovely, Lori did you notice her voice didn't even break during that?" "Oh, you have done an outstanding job with her" Mistress Lori replied. "How's her pussy?" "Oh, she is a fine slut, she loves it now, watch as you take her, she humps back at you hard, hungry for your cock," Mistress Gina explained. "Really?" I found it strange to be in a room and spoken about as though I weren't there, but given what the entire experience had become this was but a small aberration from the regime. "Watch Lori," and with that Mistress Gina slowly trailed two fingers down the crack of my ass. Involuntarily my ass humped back to her fingers, hungry to be had. "Damn, Gina you have created a fine little slut, slave," Mistress Lori exclaimed "Suck this you little whore, your salvia is going to be your only lubrication, so you better do a good job of it." Returning to a semi kneeling position, as Mistress Gina added fingers to my now full ass,I hungrily sucked Mistress Lori's cock. She grabbed my ears to pull my mouth onto her monster. "Good little whore, suck it down deep," Mistress Lori laughingly said. "Gina, you have done an outstanding job. You should get bonus pay for this one."

Mistress Lori, again commanded assume the position. She drove her cock into my ass, burying it to the hilt her first stroke. I squirmed from the size of the monster, then fell into the routine, humping back at her thrusts matching her stroke for stroke. "Good, little slut" Mistress Gina said as she slowly fucked my mouth with the fingers she had just removed from my ass. "Like the taste of your man pussy, Stephanie?" "Yes, my Mistress. You know your slut too well," I replied. Mistress Lori continued to ride me, until the sensation of her strap-on rubbing her clit caused her to cum, she then released the strap-on leaving it buried deep in me. "Should I let her cum, Gina?" "She has been a good little slut today, Lori. Let me show you what else she can do," Mistress Gina said. "Stephanie, show Lori what a good little slut you are." "Yes, Mistress," I replied, kneeling, leaning back on my calves, keeping the cock buried deep in my ass, I started to ride the cock. Reaching for my own cock, I started to stroke it, making sure I presented myself for proper viewing of both Mistress, slowly riding up and down on the dildo and leaning far back so that there was a clear view of both my dildo filled ass and my cock. "May I cum, Mistress?" I asked. "Not just yet, Stephanie," Mistress Gina replied in a low husky voice that let me know she too was excited by what she was seeing.

I continued, slowing my stroke on my cock, reaching down and grasping my balls between a thumb and forefinger and pulling them to one side to allow a better view of my stuffed ass. "Please, Mistress may this one cum" I whimpered. "Not yet" was Mistress Gina's throaty response. "I will tell you when you can. "Thank you, my Mistress," I replied, sweat running down my chest and face veins popping in my neck. "Cum, Stephanie" Mistress Gina finally commanded, flush with her own joy. Laying back, putting my head on the floor, grinding my ass into the dildo, I came, spurting a long stream up my chest. "Good little slut, Stephanie. Finish it" I knew what Mistress meant as I scooped the hot cum off my chest and funneled it into my mouth.

"Gina, you have done wonders with one who was so hard headed to start," Mistress Lori breathed through her now what I thought to be her third orgasm. "Thank you my sister, but all have had a hand in this one's training," Mistress Gina replied her voice to thick from repeated joy. "You have come a long way in a short time, Steve. Farther than most ever get. Now is the time I am to hand you a glass of chemically laced wine, to befuddle you. To make you think, all of this was but a dream. You have come to far for me to do that to you." Understanding exactly what she had just said I murmured a heartfelt "Thank you." "Know this, Steve you remain one of my favorites. Check your email when you return to the world, there will be a message from me. I command now that you each and every day mail to the return address shown a description of what you have learned. You may give reason in advance for not sending, but you must have valid reasons. Do you understand me? I tell you now my reach is long. Should you fail to follow my commands, you shall pay dearly. Am I understood?" "Completely, my Mistress," I answered, no longer caring why I had been held and to whose advantage it had been. "Your truck is in the garage, leave now and take this with you," Mistress Gina commanded as she pressed into my hand a gold rope chain with a large locket, the locket face inscribed with the familiar lioness mounting a lion. "When all else fails you, you may use this to summon help."

"Mistress, will I be able to see you again?" I asked in the tone of heartbroken child. Pulling my face to her face she kissed me long warm and deeply her tongue probing every inch of my mouth, pulling me close she whispered "No my dark angel, you have your path and I have mine." Sensing my pain of loss she added, "I shall also continue to mail you, it will not be everyday or even every week but you will recognize my mail as coming from Mistress Gina. It must be this way, Steve do not fight it."

Squeezing me tightly she added "Don't you cry either, my slaves only cry, whimpering for my permission." Confused and stunned I made my way to the garage where my car had been placed, fumbling with the keys I opened the door, climbed in and drove away, a thousand questions running through my mind. The why and who and what for questions: questions that were better left unanswered I decided, if I wanted to keep the little sanity I had left. I drove mechanically through the night.

Waiting for morning, I called my wife about 7.30am to let her know I was on the way home and should be there by 3pm. The delight in her voice was unmistakable, as she quickly added that I should drive carefully and she would be waiting for me. The rest of the drive was uneventful, the truck and I had covered portions of the road so many times in the past it was, as if the truck were on autopilot. I pulled into the driveway twenty minutes after three. My wife threw open the door to greet me, running out to the truck to my open arms and a long hug and kiss. I brought my bags into the house, with her asking two thousand questions in the span of ten minutes. "Honey give me some time please, I don't have answers for all your questions," I wearily replied. "Didn't they update you, daily?" "Oh yes they did, forgive me darling. You know how I am," she responded. "Tell me what they told you and I try to fill in the blanks, right after I get a shower. Ok?" She told me of how she had been contacted at work; concerning my "infection" and that she had been updated on my treatments. Breathing a silent sigh of relief, I kissed her and headed for the shower saying I would fill in the blanks as best I could in a few minutes. I lathered in the shower, taking my time in the hot water, attempting to wash away the memories.

I grabbed a towel wrapping it around myself, making my way towards the spare bedroom to grab some shorts, when I heard my wife calling "Stephanie come here." Now she on rare occasion picking at me had used that name so I thought nothing of it as I walked into my home office where the computer was set up. "Assume the position, you little slut," she sternly commanded, a wickedly evil grin spreading across her face as she stood there with a 14" strap-on slowly stroking it with on hand. "What are you doing?" I asked mesmerized by her outfit, and hand as it slowly slid up and down the oiled shaft. "I am taking over your training, "follow up treatment" you might say" her voice stern.

"NOW, YOU LITTLE SLUT ASSUME THE POSITION OR BEAR THE CONSEQUENCES!!" I quickly assumed the position, the one Mistress Lori had taught me, and it pleased her as she roughly took me. It was not until we were nearly finished, that I hear a familiar voice through the computer, Mistress Gina coaching "Give it to the slut, she loves it." My wife replied, "Do not worry sister Gina, she will be mine from now on, every night and thank you sister for sharing his training tapes with me." Mistress Gina replied, "You are welcome sister, she will make you good property." "Tapes," I asked, "There are tapes of my training?"

"We see you now, Stephanie, what made you think others did not see your training? You signed your rights away, remember? You been quite a hit in certain circles... hell, the videos you enjoyed in the club, your "training"... parts of it are in the internet introduction to the club." Mistress Gina slowly explained.

I feel asleep exhausted, used and abused to some extent but sleeping in my own bed for a change I slept the dreamless sleep of the dead. I awoke to the sound of the Eagles "Welcome to the Hotel California" "You can check out anytime you like but you like, but you can never leave." Blasting from my radio alarm clock. I reach for alarm squinting to make out the time, damn... got to get up, that was a hell of a dream. Got that long drive to Atlanta, to start in the morning two-week seminar, damn what was the name of that place I saw on the web...I got to check that place out if I can...........Hmmmmm, dream or premonition, you decide.