Emily's Bitch Slave: A Chastity Femdom Story

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The room looked like a normal examining room but the table looked far from a normal examining table. I was used to seeing the stirrups on an examining table folded up and out of the way but these were not only up and ready for use they were much more elaborate than I had ever seen. They had long shiny steel troughs that the patient's calves would lie in and several heavy padded leather straps that obviously would hold someone's legs firmly in position. There were She went on. “This farm is owned by a private group of Ladies, who wish to hold men as slaves. We mean real slaves, not pretend slaves. We therefore seek out suitable men, men who are able to make the needed financial and time commitment, and we then train them to be slaves. REAL slaves. You have been selected, Peter. You are now an inmate, and you will now, in your turn, be trained to be a slave. Your weight loss will be attained, although it is just a small part of your training here.” The doctor came in. She was a powerful-looking woman with short blond hair. Another woman came in with her. She also looked strong.

He was now in chastity for much of the time. I noticed an immediate change in him. He was more docile; he was more obedient and listened carefully. He learned not to interrupt me (or his key holder). I got more interested in the device and used it for small humiliations. But he loved humiliation, so it was a mutual feeling.I started slurping up the rest of her Golden nectar. It was really clear and had sort of a very diluted sweet flavor.. kinda like how Hint water has subtle flavors of fruit. Except.. it didn’t taste like any fruit lol. I was left to spend the week totally naked, on my chain. I had at most one gate-opening to do each day, and I did them as efficiently as I could. I did not dare get another punishment. Most days I had absolutely nothing to do. I just waited, a slave, on my chain. I also acquired first a single leg brace and then a pair of matching bilateral long leg braces, KAFOs. These I wore in secret at first and reveled in the feeling of the braces gripping my legs and limiting my mobility. The sight of my torso and legs encased in braces was the ultimate turn-on, up to then at least.

went from a little above the waist to high on the hips but others went from just under the breasts down over the hips and actually covered the tops of the thighs. Several even covered the breasts with heavy straps running over the shoulders. There were also corsets that looked like the ones I had seen in pictures from the Victorian age. They were beautiful but there was no way my body could ever have a waist that small. I wanted to just stand and look forever but I realized Mistress had opened the door and was actually going in. She turned and looked at me, her expression telling me to follow. I followed her through the door as if into a dream. Thank you, Mistress,” the slave answered obediently and almost in a whisper. He had hoped this moment would never come, but Claire had long ago made it clear that this treatment was necessary. She certainly knows now who that little thing between her legs belongs to. This chastity will do fine until her permanent one is ready. All of the equipment will be delivered by the time you are ready for it. The table will be identical to this one and should work for most of the things you have to do. I'll be able to show you how it all works before you are on your own up there. I think I gave you prescriptions for everything that requires one. The rest of the things you can get from that list of suppliers without a prescription".

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Tonight’s night of worship went really well. First I greeted her on my knees as I always do. She presented her hand to kiss. Then we went into the living room to chat. She sits on her couch and I always sit on the floor at her feet. Rest now. It’s about a two hour drive to the vet’s country home where the procedure will be done. She’s waiting for us there,” the Mistress said. With that she placed a thin, white cotton hood over the cage. Once the Mistresses had issued the neutering sentence, the slave could not escape it unless they changed their minds. However, declining the procedure could bring a delay of one month at a time with automatic rescheduling until it finally was accomplished. This option was not explained to the slave since immediate agreement was fully expected and obtained. She stood before me. I knelt naked, chained, at her feet. I so wanted to touch her. But I dared not. She passed her hand though my hair.

Who did I recruit for this mission? My neighbor. She was (she moved later) an airline flight attendant and married to a successful engineer. We live in a city with row houses with common walls. We knew that she and her husband had a happy sexually fulfilling marriage — thanks to the common walls. We knew them pretty well and had the occasional dinner. Her husband was a runner and it was obvious that he was in good shape. I confided in her and asked her to be the key holder. She immediately thought it would be great fun. Unfortunately, her husband was not amused and was not willing to participate in any way. I didn’t tell my husband, but simply invited her over for coffee about a week later. She was wearing the key. I’ve come to say goodbye, dear Peter. We must all move on. You could only be our gate slave for a short time. We need our slaves for harder work, to keep the farm going. I managed to get you transferred to a chain in the Barn. I hope you are grateful. The Barn is much easier work than work the fields! You would not like being a chained slave in the fields! You have a new supervisor now. You must obey her as you would me. I hope you don’t think I was too cruel with you. I was strict, as I had to be. But you endured so well! I was proud to be your supervisor. We have a new slave coming tomorrow, and I will put him on the gate, on your old chain. But I wish I still had you! Goodbye, dear Peter.” The Mistress knew the slave would willingly, though perhaps not eagerly, accept her decision and so was confident in making the final arrangements. No, I’m afraid it’s beyond my skills, but I’ll assist the veterinarian if she’ll allow that. The procedure is complicated and best left in the hands of a professional. She’ll ensure that it is done safely and all but painlessly under local anesthesia. Then she took an overnight bag with her things and a fresh bra and panty set for the slave and gently led her pet by the leash through the door to the garage. She opened the rear hatch of her sports utility vehicle and motioned for the slave, still naked, to climb in. A big woven wire dog pen was anchored there.She eventually told me to get up cuz her friend was coming over to study. I asked her if there was anything else I could do for her. She thought then told me to vacuum her apartment.

Very well. Let’s begin.” With that, she gave the first of several injections to numb the scrotal sac.

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First, the right testicle was squeezed out through the incision, still attached by vessels and tubes at the base and a ligament that had to be broken down to exteriorize the ball completely. The fat around the spermatic cord was then carefully scraped with the scalpel to allow for tying off and suturing. sort of receptacle designed to hold it as it didn't feel as if it were being crushed. The whole arrangement was very tight and semi-rigid and while I couldn't call it comfortable I did like the feeling. I had the feeling again that it was something I would have to get used to as it would be with me a long time. All very good information, but what about her bad habits? She’s human and she’ll have them too. Will she be able to “man up” and honestly say she may not be the best at handling money for example? Or will she just not say anything and head to the casino for a gambling spree? The latter is more likely – and on that one point the whole FLR plan falls apart. Partners need to be well aware of each other’s capabilities and the best person for handling each task. It still may end up with him doing household chores, but at least he is an equal partner instead of a slave. He doesn’t have to lose his self respect. Drugs probably. That's why he's a bit on the scrawny side. Interesting looking asset. Might be good for a houseboy” It was the beginning of a whole new way of life for me. I didn’t realize it at the time of course. Had I known ahead of time, I don’t know that I would have changed any of the events that followed that day. If I did, it would only be to make it better.