DA Submission - Pt. 02

WARNING!!! ADULTS ONLY!!!

This story contains nudity, bondage, humiliation and BDSM games.

Please do not read if you are of a sensitive disposition

I had only myself to blame I thought as I contemplated the position I found myself in this strange basement dungeon across the other side of the country.

Naked and bound in a pillory with a silicone phallus filling me at both ends, one of which was vibrating inside me and, along with my clamped nipples, was keeping my cock hard and wanting some attention of it's own.

I couldn't believe that I had flown all this way and within ten minutes of presenting myself naked on the doorstep of a couple I had only talked to via the internet, I was imprisoned in what could only be described as a very revealing position.

I don't know how long I had been standing bent over, my hands and neck secured in the pillory, before I heard the soft padding of bare feet coming down the wooden stairs towards me. I raised my eyes to see Mistress L in front of me.

"Well it seems that Master T has been called away on urgent business and will not be back until Saturday evening, when we have actually organized a little get together with some other of our playmates. We decided that a full on CFMnm experience would be so beneficial for you to really understand what it is to submit completely.

So I shall begin your slave training myself," she said, pulling my head up so that she could look my in the eyes.

I see that the butt plug and cock rings have kept you fairly firm, and I am sure these helped as well!" she said, giving a long pull on the chain joining the nipple clamps.

I moaned into my gag, as she slapped at my hardening cock with her small hands.

"Mmmm, it looks like you're quite the masochist too, if you're getting harder by me slapping that cock and torturing your nipples," she continued, pulling harder on the chain so that the clamps pinched my swollen nubs even more.

"You told us that you'd never been anally used before, so that's one thing you'll definitely experience this weekend. There are several other straight and a couple of bi women coming to the gathering, and each of them are bringing their strap-ons, even though we haven't mentioned that we're having a special guest for the evening.... Our very own play toy!"

I gulped down the saliva that was gathering in my gagged mouth, my brain trying to take in the thought of having my naked body not only on display for a group of strangers, but also to be played with like their own personal fuck toy

Thankfully, we had at least signed a contract, with my limits quite clearly stated, and a safe word if I felt I couldn't cope!

However, I was beginning to wonder if T and L would actually stick to the contract, or I would be in for a few surprises over the long weekend.

"While you're in this position I shall tidy you up a bit, before I feed you and put you in your cage for the night.

Usually we would have ordered you to shave yourself, but we thought it would be so much more demeaning for you, if we took care of it. I'll back in a moment to get rid of your pubic and anal hair.

We want you nice and smooth for our guests!"

Mistress T returned a few moments later with a bowl of hot water, a razor and soap and towels.

I felt her slide the plug out of me, wiping the lubricant off my anus, before squirting shaving foam along my crack.

Strangely I felt empty without the plug inside of me, but that thought was cut short as the foam was cold and I moaned some more, awaiting my denudement by her razor.

Thankfully, she gently slid the razor over my buttocks, then pulled them apart as she cleaned me of all my anal hairs.

She removed the cock and ball rings, giving me a thorough wiping with a warm wash cloth, before spraying the foam over my scrotum and stomach.

Squatting between my legs she carefully shaved my public hair and my lower belly, until I was completely hairless.

Finally, she lathered my armpits and shaved those as well as my chest, paying close attention to my nipples, so that my torso was completely smooth!

"If you were going to become our slave full-time, I would have shaved you head and eyebrows, too. But we'll let you keep those... for now, anyway!" she giggled.

"Now I am going to feed and water you, then lock you away for the night and we'll start fresh in the morning," she said as she unlocked the padlocks on the pillory.

Lifting the bar she ordered me to place my hands on my head whilst she removed the spreader bar from between my legs, replacing it with a short hobble chain.

Then she put my wrists into leather cuffs similar to the ones on my ankles, securing both with a small padlock and joining them together with an even shorter chain.

"On your hands and knees," she commanded a soft but stern voice, "you will remain this way unless ordered to do otherwise."

She knelt down and removed the penis gag from my mouth and I was glad to be able to work my jaw without my mouth being filled with silicone.

"Stay there like a good little doggie,!" she said, before padding back up the stairs.

My hands and knees felt the cold stone beneath them as I stared around at their collection of dungeon equipment that hung on the walls. I shuddered as I caught sight of whips, paddles and chains, as well as numerous hoods and gags.

I had seen places like this in my internet surfing but had never been inside a real play dungeon before, and I almost began to regret my impulsive decision to accept their invitation for an initiation into real submission.

I had played around with self-bondage and some light bondage with a couple of ex-partners, but T and L obviously played for real, looking at the display of equipment around the room.

What had begun as a shared interest on dA, had become a frequent exchange of photos, drawings and articles on bondage and DSs relationship. This had turned on my curiosity as to what it would actually feel like to be owned, even for a short while, by a real time mistress, or even a master, even though I knew I was straight!

But now I had the opportunity to have both, so I had accepted their invitation to spend a long weekend in a strange house as their naked slave!

I must be crazy I thought again as I knelt here waiting for my mistress to bring me my supper.

Mistress L padded silently down the stairs carrying two dog bowls in her hands that she placed before on the stone floor. One had a mixture in it that looked exactly like tinned dog food while the other was filled with water.

"Okay eat and drink as that's all you'll be getting until morning," she said.

I went to scoop out some of the food with my hand but she slapped my buttocks that were high in the air.

I yelped as she grabbed my hair, "No, you eat like a dog does as that's what you're equivalent to right now!"

She let go of my hair and I mumbled "Yes Mistress" before lowering my head to humiliatingly push my face into the bowl of food, which smelt like a mixture of tuna, beans and pasta and actually tasted pretty good.

Unfortunately, I managed to get it all over my face and spilled some onto the floor, which she immediately ordered me to lick up.

Once I'd cleaned both my bowl and the floor I was allowed to drink my fill of water, but I was aware that I didn't want to drink too much if I was going to be chained up all night, as I didn't want to humiliate myself further by pissing on the floor.

"Right, there's a good slave, now you'd better use the bathroom, although there is a pee bottle in your cage you can use during the night if you need to!"

Then she had me crawl over to a small bathroom in the corner of the dungeon, allowing me a rare moment of privacy while I did my ablutions.

"Tomorrow we'll give you a good clean out, in preparation for the party on Saturday."

She ushered me over to a large dog cage, that thankfully had a covered bottom, so that I didn't have to rest on bars for the night.

I crawled into it, trying to make myself as comfortable as possible, curling up on one side, the pee bottle close beside me.

My cock had long since lost its erection, yet Mistress T worked a rubber 'gates of hell' onto it, that would prevent me playing g with myself during the night.

As I rested my head on my chained hands, there was a click and a flash of light and I realized that my mistress had just taken a photograph of my humiliation.

We had discussed this as possibly being one of the conditions of my initiation, that it would be recorded and maybe, at some future time, I could write the story and the photos would be used to illustrate it and posted on dA, or some other site, for everyone to see my true submissive self!