His decent into Slavery 3

My first day was nearly over. Night had fallen and I was now wondering where I would sleep. I had been suspended from a ceiling beam during my wedding reception watching everyone celebrate this day. More photos had been taken of me with different women standing next to me. At this stage metal cuffs had been placed on my ankles and wrists with huge padlocks. No bolt cutter would get thru those I thought. My new hood restricted my sight quite a lot. You couldn’t see much either side of you and the mesh in front of my eye made for a kind of fog. Now I knew what middle eastern women experienced wearing a burka. As the crowd left I was unfastened and taken down a long corridor to a bathroom. Mistress Whip commanded me to sit on the toilet and “perform”. That was easy as I was busting. Now the slave girl who had cleaned my penis took me by the hand to a large shower cubicle. She refastened my hands over the shower head. The water was turned on and she began to clean me. First under my arms and then the front of me. The water cascaded over her larger than life breasts. She showed no emotion for someone who was probably only around 18 years old. Particular attention was paid to my genitals and anus. Then she turned me around and started cleaning my back. When I thought she was finished she hugged me in a bear hug and rubbed herself up and down my spine. My penis erected straight off. She maintained this rubbing and then to my astonishment spoke to me. Your sperm tasted sensational. Perhaps if I show remorse and respect they might let me breed with you. I really want your baby. Then you can enjoy my ample breasts and I promise you lots of milk. With that she turned me around and started undoing my stretched arms but at the same time pushing hard against my raging erection. She knew what she was doing. In my old life she would be called a tease. I started to hope that they would select her for breeding. I said to her “stay on your best behavior and we may have a chance” As she dried mistress Whip again appeared. “When you’ve finished girl, I will take him”. She almost caressed me as she dried me, paying special attention to my balls and penis. At one stage as she was drying my arse, she stuck her finger straight into it. I nearly hit the ceiling. She certainly knew what she was doing for someone so young. Now I stood with my legs apart for Mistress Whip to inspect me. She smelt under my arms and also tested my anus for cleanliness. She tasted my penis to make sure it was presentable to my mistress. Once she was satisfied we began another walk thru the chateau. It was huge. A maze of hallways, exotic and phallic furniture. Naked women sitting, talking and reading. Laughter filled the rooms. Many women kissing each other and some having sex with amazing looking dildoes. As I entered a giant hallway there was a huge picture of myself above the entrance. I was standing with just a blindfold on showing a massive erection. God knows when this was taken, but it must of been so after I was abducted!! This was to be my area of containment I guessed. Mistress Whip pointed out the photo to me, as if I didn’t see it. Here was to be my new home. I started to cry. Thank God no one saw me. My old life was lost. My new life, pleasing women was about to begin. We walked down some more hallways then turned into a room. It had a bench shaped in a human form except the arms were spread and the legs were spread. There were belts all over it. A place was for the neck and head at the end of it. Chains hung from the ceiling and there was a medical bag with a tube running out of it with a chrome like tube on the end of it. An X was marked at the bottom part of the leather. Cameras were at either side of the bench and one was directly over the top of it. No privacy I thought, even when I sleep. “Sit on the x.” mistress Whip instructed. I did as she commanded. “Now lie back on the bench.” My body fitted it like a glove. My legs were then shackled wide apart to the leg shapes and my arms were treated the same. Next all the straps I had seen, were wrapped across and tightened over my body. I couldn’t move. “Your urine will be collected in this bag” Mistress Whip stated. With that she placed some gel on the chrome nozzle I had seen and began inserting it into my penis. It stung like crazy. She pushed it higher and higher into me. It stopped at one point then continued again. Suddenly without warning my urine was flowing into the bag. It happened by itself without me wanting to go. Once this happened she secured it to my groin. “One more item slave” she said. A large funnel with a tapered tube was placed into my mouth. Then secured via a series of straps. “Now slave, welcome to your bedroom and have erotic dreams.” And with that she dimmed the lights. This was how I would sleep. I could not get my head around this. The day had been long so it wasn’t too hard to sleep, even though the position I was in was very uncomfortable. I think I had been asleep for about an hour when I felt a tap on my hood. It was my new wife. “Hello darling, I’m busting for a pee.” she whispered. She must have just showered as her hair was still wet and she looked at me over her huge breasts. I swear her vagina was smiling at me. She was a Goddess. With that she positioned herself over the funnel and let go an amazing amount of urine. “That feels better sweetheart, it must have been all that wine I had tonight.” The way the funnel was would mean I would take at least 10 minutes to drink it. “I’ll only wake you up with a touch for the next 3 nights, after that you will learn to drink me without warning. Finally my piss is no longer wasted.” she said She kept peeing but I couldn’t see it coming out of her because of the funnel width. All I knew, was this was my wife’s pee and this was going to be part of my new diet. “I’ve finished darling, do enjoy it, I’ll probably visit you again in a couple of hours. I love you” And then she was gone. I kept drinking her urine for another 5 minutes or so. Then I heard the sound of running water. It was my own urine flowing into the bag at my side. I didn’t even know I wanted to pee. Apart from the pins and needles in my hands, I was ready to sleep. I drifted off quite easily aware of cameras watching me as well as a dim light in the room. I suddenly awoke to a small tap on my head. “Sorry darling, I’m busting again.” With that my wife peed into my funnel again and as she did this, my own bladder involuntary gave out another flow. This time it would have been her urine passing through me that I had swallowed some hours before. As she finished, she smiled and left me to once again consume her pee. I awoke with a start to see Mistress Whip and the slave girl Jenny standing over me. “Good morning slave” they said together. As I blinked to get my focus, I remembered where I was. The funnel still in my mouth and the urine tube still pushed into my bladder. as I stared at them I noticed at the top of my vision my wife looking down at me. “Hello little one. How did you sleep? Oh, I need my morning pee. open wide.” She straddled the funnel again and more of her urine splashed into it. As she was doing this she started talking to the other women in the room as though I wasn’t there. Something about having a heavy period. I did start to notice that her urine was a different taste this morning although I couldn’t see it’s color as it left her body. As she stepped back, she wiped her vagina with a towel. There seemed to be a bit of red on it this morning. Then the conversation was changed as to who was going to feed me this morning. “Oh yes.” my wife said. “Mistress Sienna arrived back last night. She’ll feed him first today.” Who was this mistress I thought and how was she going to feed me? As the mistresses started talking about her, slave Jenny began removing my urine tube. It stung again as she slid it out. I thought some of my bladder was coming away with it. She then undid all the straps securing me and helped me sit up. It was good to be off my back. I was then showered and shaved by Jenny and
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ought back to my wife. “Thank you girl” she said. “You are dismissed” “Now, my slave husband, you are to have your first breast milk. This will supplement the urine you have been drinking. It is the most important food you can have. This week Mistress Sienna will breast feed you. Once in the morning and once at night. She is a long time friend of mine and my closest female friend.” With that we left my bedroom and walked halfway across the chateau. A large door came into view which we entered. It was like a luxury hotel room with a king size bed as the main feature. “Stand here with your legs apart and hands on your head.” My wife disappeared through another door. My heart was racing. Who was this mistress that was going to breast feed me. I felt sick with nerves. Then, my mistress returned to the room. “I want an erection from you to greet mistress Sienna” It wasn’t hard as I was controlling myself for sometime. I achieved one quite quickly. “Very good slave” my wife said. “Now it’s time to meet my best friend and your wet nurse so to speak.” In walked an African Queen. I was speechless. She had high heels on that made her about six foot six tall. Her hair was tightly pulled back and she had the longest neck I had seen on a woman. She had the most beautiful dark velvet skin and brown eyes contrasted by the vivid whites around them. Her teeth sparkled. Her figure was an hourglass shape but her breasts were hidden under an electric blue dress with the tiniest straps on them. I guessed her breasts were full by the cleavage that was showing under her dress. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. This goddess was going to breast feed me. And then she spoke with a hint of a French accent. “Im sorry Rebecca for missing your wedding but I had to finish the photo shoots.” “Of course Sienna, it means good money for us. And so does this male.” my wife said. “Well” said mistress Sienna, “he certainly has a large cock and big balls. I hope he can back it up with plenty of sperm?” “That’s not an issue” said my wife. “He won’t disappoint any of us. I’ll leave you in peace now while he feeds from you. See you in a couple of hours little one” With that my wife left the room and it was me and Sienna. “Are you hungry David. I’ll call you that as I hate the word slave” “Yes mistress” I stammered. “Very good” she said. My cock was now pointing to the ceiling. She moved over to a luxurious French couch and stood there taking in my body. “Are you ready for breakfast David?” she said “Yes mistress, I’m very hungry” With that she removed the straps from her shoulders and her dress fell to the ground. My heart missed 20 beats. What a body!! The most magnificent breasts and the largest nipples I had ever seen. She had a g string that cut through the middle of her vagina spreading her vaginal lips. “You’ve forgotten your manners already David” she said. “Oh, no mistress. You have the most beautiful breasts and nipples I have ever seen.” “Why, thank you David. You are very kind for saying that. Now I want you sitting on the top third of the couch.” I moved across the room and sat where she wanted me. She reached to the side of the couch and pulled out what seemed like a harness of leather and straps. She slipped it over her shoulders and asked me to buckle the rear straps onto her. I slipped each one in to its place. She turned around and shuffled into the wrap around corner of the couch. “Now David, lay your head down over my vagina” I did as I was told and had a wonderful smell of a goddesses vagina. She then strapped a leather type shell around my head that was attached to all the other pieces. “Now” she said, “As I tighten the front strap, please lift your head for me.” As she did this my head was lifted into position against her breast. The last pull on the strap turned my head right into her breast. “Very good” she said. “open your mouth David” As she said that, she pushed her inch long nipple into my mouth. with a gentle squeeze of her breast, her milk began to flow. She fastened the restraint one more notch and my mouth was fixed to her nipple. I tried for fun to pull off her nipple, but that was impossible. I was now being breast fed. This magnificent brown breast was forced into my face and I was feeding from a goddess. I thought I would come all over her couch.

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