Descent Into Slavery

Note: This is a work of fiction. None of the events are true (though the author wishes otherwise).

This is a story of my complete and absolute submission to my mistresses. They hope my story will lead other potential slaves into slavery with them.

My story begins two years ago in a bar I frequented in my free time. At the time I had a name but it no longer applies, as slaves have no names. I was talking to the bartender when she pointed to a private table near the back of the room. Sitting there were two of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Buying them some drinks and mustering up some courage, I decided to join them.

"Mind if I join you ladies?" I asked.

"Not at all, especially if you're buying. I'm Ashley and my friend here is Candice. Would you like to come back with us to our place?"

With an invitation like that, how could I refuse? We quickly finished our drinks and left the bar. It wasn't long before a limo pulled up to take us to our destination before I realized Candice was nowhere to be seen. Ashley stepped in front of me, looking back in the bar while I just stood there blankly staring at her breasts. At that moment Candice came up from behind and smothered me with a chloroform-soaked rag. I quickly slumped to the ground and lost consciousness, the last thing I saw being Ashley and Candice laughing at me.

"About time you woke up, slave. We removed your clothes and tossed them out a few miles back, as you won't be needing them anymore." I wanted to say something but the ball gag in my mouth prevented me from doing so. I found myself tightly bound in a leather straightjacket, with straps tied to steel rings in the roof and floor of the limo. Ashley was in the seat directly facing me.

"When we're done with you, you'll be willing to do anything we want you to do."

"Never!" I replied.

"Slaves, male or female, are fun to play with. Now Candice, begin the masturbation torture!"

I felt Candice placing her hand on my cock from behind. Mentally I was protesting but my body decided to betray me, my cock becoming harder with every passing moment. Candice proceeded to stroke my cock until I was on the verge of orgasm when she removed her hand. My resistance started to fade at that moment.

"You want to cum for us, don't you slave? Too bad. Your orgasms belong to us now. You will not cum unless we allow you to do so. Ashley, place that bottle of nitrate under his nose while I place my hand back on his cock. This slave needs to suffer more."

Ashley placed the nitrate under my nose. "Now slave," Eve continued "Start pumping your hips. Fuck her hand now slave!"

I was in no position to argue. With the nitrate under my nose, I had no choice but to start pumping my hips. I couldn't move much, restrained as I was, making things much harder for me. Just as I was about to cum again, Candice moved her hand from my cock. This form of torture continued for several hours, all the while eroding my resistance and beginning my descent into absolute submission and slavery. I was mentally starting to promise to obey their every command when the limo stopped at what would eventually become my new home. Before leaving I had a leather collar placed around my neck and a leash was attached to it. I also had a blindfold placed over my eyes and had my ankles shackled, which made walking nearly impossible.

Ashley left the limo first, leading me by the leash while Candice walked behind me, whipping my ass for her amusement. It was a long walk, as movement was severely restricted. I was led down several flights of stone steps and through numerous steel doors that were immediately locked behind me. We stopped and I had my restraints removed so I could see the room where my training would take place.

The dungeon was sparsely furnished, with stone walls and floor, punishment devices all around, and numerous shackles on the walls and floor. There was also a cell in one corner, with additional shackles welded on the surface.

After seeing all this Candice forced me to kneel before Ashley with palms outstretched and head bowed to the floor before her. She stood on my palms and started to whip me while I was forced to kiss her boots on every stroke and say "Thank You Mistress." Candice warned me that complete obedience would be required at all times, otherwise I would be torured beyond all possible limits. I was told that two such sessions would cause permanent physical and mental damage.

After about 100 strokes I was ordered to lie on my back on the floor, arms stretched above my head. My wrists were shackled near the cell bottom while my ankles were attached to hooks on the floor. Candice placed a shoe on my face and ordered me to keep it balanced there before they left me alone in the dungeon.

While I obeyed their command. they had a looped recording of one of their other slaves "singing." I say "singing" because it was anything but. Hell, Ashlee Simpson sing better-when she's not lip-synching! I almost lost my sanity right then and there when it stopped and they returned wearing shiny rubber outfits that showed off every curve of their perfect bodies and thigh-high boots. Of course, I was instantly hard as a rock.

I was released and led to a wall with a specially developed web on it. My wrists and ankles were again shackled in a spread-eagle position, with my neck shackled to a steel bar as well. I was wrapped very tightly and completely immobilized as a result. I had a ball gag placed in my mouth and leather straps placed above and below my cock. I also had nipple clamps placed on me and a thick dildo shoved up my ass, with the dildo capable of giving me electric shocks by remote control.

After all this, Ashley and Candice reverted back to masturbation torture, my resistance again fading. As I was brought to the verge of orgasm they stopped and left the room. I wanted to resist less and obey them more while I waited for them to return. Twenty minutes later Ashley returned alone, wearing a different outfit. She again reverted to masturbation torture and brought me close to orgasm again before she left. Ten minutes later Candice returned wearing a different outfit than before. I was again close to orgasm before she stopped and left me. This process was repeated several times, each session being shorter than the last, until the mere sight of my mistresses brought me close to orgasm. My resistance completely left me, turning me into their obedient slave.

"Do you think he's ready, Candice?"

"I don't know, Ashley. Are you ready to obey our every command, slave?"

Yes Mistress, I thought. I'm ready and willing to obey your every command.

They placed a bottle of nitrate under my nose again and touched me simultaneously. The resluting orgasm was the greatest orgasm I ever had, causing me to shoot my load several feet in front of me. I knew at that moment I had become their complete and absolute slave willing to obey their every command. Before I drifted into unconsciousness I was slapped across the face and released from my restraints.

"Will you obey our every command, slave?" Ashley asked me.

"Yes," I replied.

"Yes what, slave?" Candice asked.

"Yes Mistress," I answered.

"Good, slave." Mistress Ashley continued, "You will always address us as 'Mistress.' Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good. Now you will lick up each and every drop of your cum off the floor. Now slave! Do as your Mistress commands!" Mistress Candice ordered.

I proceeded to obey both of my new Mistresses, relishing in my new-found freedom from what was once my life.

EPILOGUE

In the months that followed my training continued and I have learned many new things that I never knew before in my previous life. For example, I learned that the bartender who directed me to my Mistresses had also been trained as a slave to them. She put up a fight but she, like me, had been broken and remade into their willing and obedient slave. I had also learned that I had become addicted to the taste of my own cum; some days it was all they allowed me to have. Female ejaculate also became addicting. I learned to desire having pain inflicted on me, as this was important to reinforcing my training and obedience. But my greatest achievement (so far) has been learning to cum on their command. No matter where I was or what I was doing, all I needed to do was to hear my Mistress command me to cum and I would obey. My addiction to my own cum forced me to lick up every drop-even in public! I would go on to further training and learn how to recruit more potential slaves for my Mistresses. My new life has never been so rewarding!

THE END