Addicted to Pain, Humiliation and Degredation

Chapter Four

After being returned to the motel by Mistress Evil’s driver, I returned home after changing into my normal male clothing. My body was constantly reminding me of just what I had decided to do. I’ve decided that yes, Mistress Evil will shortly own me and control every aspect of the remainder of my life. I was hooked. What Mistress Evil had done to me was exactly what I was looking for when I entered the club. Could I handle what lay ahead after what had happened tonight? Probably not. But it would soon be out of my control. I cleaned all my belongings out of the furnished room I had rented on a week-to-week basis since the divorce. What wasn’t junk was given to the Salvation Army including my car. I closed my bank account of the few hundred dollars in it and gave all but $50 to a local homeless shelter. I called and quit the crummy job I had. When I got back to my rented motel room I got drunk. Might as well spend my last free feeling good, as it might never be the case again.
When I awoke on Sunday Am, I decided to spend the day enjoying my feminine side, dressing up, making my face, and masturbating as frequently as I could get it up looking in the mirror and dreaming of the previous night and what lay ahead. No way could I expect to get much relief in the days and years ahead,
Finally, about 6PM, I started to prepare for what lay ahead. I packed all my clothes but the trench coat and to them to the dumpster. I saved out only my lipstick. The sensual feeling of my painted lips on the tip of my last few cigarettes was all I’d know in the last hour here. At 8:45 I removed all traces of the lipstick, donned my trench coat and waited. I had not one item of my old life left. What was left of the $50 was left as a tip for the chambermaid.
Not long and a horn tooted. I looked out, gulped, and went out and got in the back seat. The driver said nothing other than to put the hood on he handed me. Expecting a fairly short trip, I was surprised when the driver finally spoke. “Not that it really matters, but you should know we are not headed for Mistress’ home here in the city. You are being delivered to her private estate that is set on over 100acres a good ways from the city, providing the privacy she desires. You can now remove your hood and remove the document in the pouch by your side. It is the contract you must sign. The only instructions I received were to tell you to read it very carefully and be sure you understand it fully. Once you sign it I will witness your signature. Should the contract cause you to change your mind, just let me know. I’ll immediately pull over and let you out, continuing on by myself.”
Opening the document I read as follows:

CONTRACT OF VOLUNTARY ENSLAVEMENT

I, Melanie Evans, do hereby release all control of my existence to Mistress Evil. I do hereby release control of my mind, body and soul. This contract is signed by a free man of my own free will, and is irrevocable. It is fully understood that Mistress Evil will own me as any person would own any piece of property. Mistress Evil holds the right to sell this property, rent this property and modify this property as she sees necessary. This document will also serve as proof of ownership for any future owner(s).

Witness Slave

Eric Hunt Charles Singer

Ie Melanie Evans

The driver witnessed my signature, put the document away wished me good luck and kept driving.
Upon reaching the estate the driver told me to take my hood off again. After my eyes adjusted I gazed upon a beautiful old mansion best described as one of those southern plantations you see in movies. The grounds were well lit and immaculate. The driver led me up to the front door and to my surprise walked in without even knocking.
Upon entering, I saw Mistress Evil about fifteen feet inside the door. Knowing better, I said nothing but smiled as a greeting. I removed the trench coat when told to do so and stood there totally naked. Mistress Evil asked for the documents, examined them, and put them in a small desk at her side. Eric was instructed to re-hood me and I was told to spread my legs for a total body inspection. Immediately I received a vicious kick in the balls, doubling me over as I collapsed on the floor moaning. As instructed, Eric attached handcuffs behind me, picked me up and carried me to the cellar.
I was attached to a pole I later saw was suspended between two other poles. My body was bent at the waist putting myself in a very open position. And again I was kicked in the balls.
“Welcome to my version of hell, sissy cunt- your permanent new name, Mistress Evil said and then continued: I went very very easy on you last night to help insure your return. I guess I went too easy as you had the nerve to enter my home and smile at me? You are my property, my slave. Your head should have been lowered out of respect. Did you think this was a game? Were you expecting to come in and be served cocktail while we engaged in small talk? And she kicked me again in the balls. This time I passed out only to be revived with smelling salts. ”Starting tomorrow you will receive a morning dose of a drug that will not only prevent your passing out but will greatly accentuate how much you feel everything I do to you. Just running my hand over your body will cause you pain.”
“Now it’s time for your first lesson. As I told you last night, your desire for pain will be greatly tested by me, But I’m going to love subjecting you to homosexual acts as making you do things you detest are supremely better than giving you what you crave. Eric is also a slave, voluntarily. He is also my personal driver, at a small salary to subsist him. And he’s gay. Remove sissy cunt’s hood, Eric. And Eric was nude in front of me, just inches from my mouth. You are to suck Eric to orgasm and you had better not let a drop hit the floor. Any hesitation or lack of enthusiasm will result in more and more severe pain in your balls.
What could I do but comply, and shortly tasted the salty cum of a man for the first time. As Eric pulled out, I could feel what had to be Mistress Evil entering my ass. It felt bigger and different than the strap-on she used last night. Suddenly, Mistress Evil started to moan, cried out “oh, oh, yessss,” and grabbed me by the hips and went at my ass with a passion. In one final stroke she buried the strap-on and held it there. A strange warm flow filled my ass. What was happening hadn’t registered in my mind, until Mistress evil withdrew and walked around in front of me. Hanging between “her” legs was a cock so big it could surely star in porno films.
“Surprised, sissy cunt? Clean it off with your mouth, now. When you expressed your revulsion of anything to do with men you angered me so that I decided that it would be only fair that I persuade you to belong to me. It is a fitting way to send you into the world of humiliation, as well as the pain you so crave. Having you fucked and forced to suck will double my pleasure as your Mistress. You are going to eat cock and get ass raped so frequently that you will come to love it. Crave it. Even beg for it. Through homosexual acts will be the only chance you will ever have for your own sexual release. You will never bed a woman, no matter how good a slave you become, so long as I own you. Oh, yes, you will receive a steady diet of pain. But you will also be aa fuck and suck toy for me and my many gay friends. So, sissy cunt, what do you think of your decision to enslave yourself to me now”, She asked.
Dropping my head in total despair, all I could do was mumble “thank you Mistress Evil, for allowing this worthless sissy to service your needs.” The tears running down my face surely told her that what I said was no where near as positive a reply as I had tried to make it sound.
“Good answer, sissy cunt. Looks like you really are smart enough to learn and show proper respect to me. And I was smart enough, as a gay male TV Dom, to ensnare you with the thoughts you wouldn’t be serving men too often. Release him from the pole Eric. I want to give the slave a tour of my dungeon and explain part of what awaits him” Mistress commanded.
“Just so you are familiar as to how I operate, you and all slaves will be referred to one way in normal conversation and another when being abused. Eric for instance is Eric or slave Eric. You my dear are sissy or sissy cunt. We are in the main room of my dungeon and there are several smaller side rooms with specialized apparatus for different tortures. If you will look around, and please do, you will see at least fifty different whips, paddles, canes and straps. Here you will see numerous devices used to stretch, compress and expand parts of a slave’s anatomy. In this corner you will notice a large collection of strap-ons, dildos, catheters and other invasive devices. Behind that door is a room set up for “toilet games”. You will notice many tables with built in restraints and my favorite- an obstetrician’s chair that is of great use when I wish to torment the privates of a slave. You will come to dread that more than anything else. Here is my collection of common tools. You will be amazed how much fun I can have at a slave’s expense with a hammer, pliers, a screwdriver,
“ Eric, would you grab hold of sissy and hold her tight please” Mistress Evil commanded. Eric was very well built, probably a body-builder, and I wasn’t about to struggle anyways. Unseen by me, Mistress Evil had grabbed a hammer and gone behind me. She brought the hammer up and landed a solid blow on the small toe of my right foot. I screamed and surely would have fallen if not for Eric holding me. “ You were getting a little too complacent and enjoying the tour too much. I’m sure the toe is broken and you’ll limp for weeks before I decide to remove it,” Mistress added.
I limped along as the tour continued. “ Over her you will see various equipment to suspend a slave at whatever height and angle I deem appropriate for the lesson I’m giving. And finally my newest and already favorite toy. In front of me was a fairly innocent looking polished metal dildo at the top of a metal pole. Mistress told Eric to lube the dildo and my ass.
“Standing in front of me Eric advised I relax. It was big and would hurt. I still feel it today after being its first victim yesterday,” Eric explained. He picked me up about fifteen inches off the floor and slowly lowered me following guidance from Mistress Evil. The first touch was just cold, but I soon began to notice the extreme size as it slowly entered my bottom. It was much larger than anything I had been subjected too before. Despite my screaming I soon found myself impaled by a dildo that must have a three inch diameter and be six inches inside me. My head was bent and I was whimpering when Mistress Evil slapped me too attention.
“Get used to it sissy cunt. Some days you will almost live right where you are it is designed to be uncomfortable, and the more you move the more it hurts. Something is wrong with the electrical connections so I can’t fully demonstrate it. Just so you know. When fixed Ill be able to use this remote to expand and raise the dildo. It vibrates at three different speeds.” Only one button seems to work and she pressed it. “Yep. It worked on Eric and still does” An electric shock went through me and I screamed mightily and passed out. Fortunately Eric was close by and supported me before I sunk down and did real damage. After being brought too it was explained that normally my hands would be secured above my head to prevent self impalement. It is impossible to get off the dildo without help or having the rod lowered. You are defenseless and subject to instant shocks for any reason or no reason at all. And I was shocked again. When Eric lifted me off the dreadful dildo, I collapsed. My muscles wouldn’t “work” after the strong electric current. Eric had had the same reaction, but recovered quickly.
“Thank Mistress Evil for sharing her new toy, sissy cunt,” suggested Mistress Evil.
“Thank you, Mistress Evil, for sharing your favorite toy with this lowly slave,” I said, barely above a whisper.
“It’s quite late. Let’s get you settled in for your first night,” Mistress Evil said as we entered a small room off the dungeon.

To be continued

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