Shaved Heads Part 1-3

This story is authored by Jimmy, please send comments and appreciation to Jimmy


The story which follows bares overtones of similarity to the French classic: “The Story of O” by Pauline Reage, albeit with reversal of gender roles.


Part 1

Two ladies sat comfortably, in very brief bikinis at the side of the Fanny Chapman swimming pool just after it had opened. I was swimming laps so I couldn’t hear what they were talking about, although I found out later. I suspected,
correctly as it turned out, that they were talking about me.

The younger one, at age 25, four years my junior, was my girlfriend Anna Maria, a beautiful brunette (think Cote de Pablo of the TV Series NCIS: the Naval Criminal Investigative Service). With her was her beautiful blond, blue eyed 47
year old step mother Nora, who was Annie’s best friend and mentor, like unto a mother or big sister. Annie had recently graduated from law school and passed her bar exams and Nora was an extremely successful investor with a net worth in
nine figures.

I was an accountant working for a small firm which Nora had purchased for a paltry couple of millions. There was a story about her that terrified all of her male employees including me.

Whenever she held a staff meeting Nora wore a cocktail type dress with bare back and shoulders. During Summer months she wore brief miniskirts and high heeled sandals. Behind her stood a well dressed young man with a shaved head named
David, who stood rigidly at attention and who faithfully held her chair and her door and who was, apparently, her chauffeur. During the meetings, she frequently tongue lashed the groveling male staff members. She was always nice to me,
smiling and greeting me warmly, “Oh, Jimmy, you look very handsome today.”

“Thank you, Ma’am, you look lovely as always.” I assumed that I was special to her because of her relationship with my beloved Annie. She usually wore black leather gloves that bared her fingers and her thumbs. I ingratiated myself by
bowing and reverently kissing her bare fingers. “Oh.” She would purr, “Jimmy, you’re such a gentleman!”

The story about David could not be confirmed, of course, but it was probably true. Supposedly he applied for a job as an accountant with another firm she owned. During the job interview, she graciously asked him to massage her feet. She
lifted her miniskirt, spread her legs exposing her wet vagina and held his hair pulling him toward it. He bolted, laughing, and ran out. The joke was on him though because he couldn’t get a job as an accountant or anything else anywhere.
Desperately he returned, asked for an appointment and waited in her outer office for an hour and a half. When, finally, she invited him in he descended to his knees and groveled and apologized and begged for mercy. She hired him as her
chauffeur and houseboy and ordered him to have his head shaved and to keep it that way. “You may thank me by kissing my feet and then my bare bottom.” When he did the latter, she ordered him to stick his tongue all the way up her ass and
insert it into her rectum. Then she squeezed his imprisoned tongue with her sphincter causing him to groan with pain and making her laugh.

When Annie told me this, she said, “I’m not sure it’s physically possible to hold a man’s tongue with one’s sphincter, but all she really needed was to order him.”

“Even that may not have been necessary.” I said, “He probably wouldn’t have dared to withdraw his tongue without her permission.”


No man ever adored his lady more than I did my beautiful Annie.

Annie was saying, “Nora, you are uncharacteristically quiet today. I suspect that there is something on your mind.”

“You’re right, Annie. Let me begin with the Lake Galena Retreat. Did you enjoy being there as my guest?”

“Oh, it was wonderful, Nora! All of those bald guys in loin cloths running around, waiting on us hand and foot! The truth is, though, that I felt sorry for them. They could be and were whipped by any of the women at whim. They had to
kiss old ladies sagging teats and asses.”

“Don’t pity them, Annie. They are submissive men. They love it.

One point, Ann, that I’d like to make to further your understanding is this: You probably think that I’m a member of the organization because I’m rich. Don’t you?”

“Yes! Not so?”

“Consider the obverse, Annie. The truth is that I’m rich, at least in large part because I am a member, not the other way around. Connections and associations are very important.

It is frustrating being wealthy and being unable to give things to people you love, because they’re too damned proud to accept! And yes Annie, I’m talking about you!”

“I don’t want to depend on anyone, even you, but don’t get me wrong! I love you!”

“Wouldn’t you like to be wealthy and powerful like me?”

“Oh, I’d love it!”

“Annie this is the best I can do for you: You can become a member if you are willing to pay a high price.”

“Great! What’s the price?”

Nora hesitated. She was obviously embarrassed. “The p-price is J-j-jimmy.”

“Wha-a-at! You must be joking!”

“No, I’m serious, Ann! It’s not my decision. I tried to lighten the load, but they weren’t having any!”

“I know what I’ll do! I’ll put an ad in the paper for a submissive man!”

“No, I’m sorry, Ann. They don’t just want some man. They want Jimmy!”


Annie thought for a moment and then she said, with tears in her eyes. “Oh, Nora, thank you but I couldn’t make Jimmy shave his head and kiss old ladies feet and tushes and he wouldn’t even if I asked him to!”

“Oh yes he would! He worships the ground you walk on! He would do anything for you! And for an altogether different reason, he would do anything for me. You remember the story about David, don’t you?”

“You mean about Bathsheba and how David murdered Uriah the Hittite?”

Nora laughed. “No. Not King David but Slave David!” Annie laughed, “Of course: How you imprisoned and tortured his tongue with your sphincter? How could I forget? Oh, but please don’t force Jimmy, Nora! Please leave him to me!”

“Alright, it’s your decision, Annie. All I ask is that you think about the money and the power.”

I was swimming toward the front of the pool, erect despite the cool water when Nora got up and signaled for me to get out of the pool. I obeyed. Nora was arrogant and domineering, which made me hard as a rock. I wished my beloved Annie
were more like her. “Ten pushups, Jimmy!” “Nora!” Annie was shocked.

I obeyed Nora. After I finished, I dropped down onto my chest. “Get back up in the up position! Now!” Nora said sternly. “Alright Nora.” I obeyed.

“Not ‘alright Nora’. Say ‘Yes Miss Nora’ and address me as Miss Nora from now on! Understand Jimmy?” “Yes Miss Nora.” I said meekly and fearfully. She had never treated me like this before.

She sat herself back on her comfortable chair and smiled triumphantly at her lovely young protégé, who smiled and said, “Jimmy, are you in pain now?” “No, Miss Annie. I’m uncomfortable, but not yet in pain.” Nora laughed. “Be patient,
Annie. He will be.”

“He called me Miss Annie! Wow!” “He was afraid that if he didn’t he would have displeased me, which he would have. Few men dare to displease an almost naked woman with a net worth of over two hundred million dollars.”

“Nora, you are a goddess!” “No, I’m not.” Nora replied modestly.


Just then Annie’s father (Nora’s husband) entered the pool area. He wore a short sleeved tea shirt and bathing suit. He was a tall handsome sixty year old Italian American man, whose head was shaved completely bald. Nora said, “Oh Hello
Darling. You’re just in time to make yourself useful. Annie, wouldn’t you like a nice foot massage?” “Are you offering?” “Of course not!” The two ladies both laughed.

Wordlessly her father got down on his knees and began lovingly to massage Annie’s feet.

Nora said, “Stand up, Jimmy!” “Yes Miss Nora.” I obeyed. Holding in the up position after pushups was really getting painful, so I was greatly relieved. I was hard as a rock. Both of the two beautiful scantily clad ladies smiled as they
looked at my crotch. Nora said, “Vincent, stand up!” Her husband obeyed quickly. “Take it out!” She demanded. “Oh, please belov..” “Now!” she screamed.

He opened his fly and withdrew his stiff manhood, which was clearly bigger than mine. I was terrified. I looked at Annie who was smiling. She was not at all upset by her father’s humiliation. Nora said, “Leave it out, Vince, and get back
to work on your daughter’s pretty feet. “Yes Beloved!”

After a while, Annie said, “Daddy, you’re getting lazy. Massage harder and faster.” “Yes Precious.”

I said, “Miss Nora, May I speak, please?” “Yes.” “Thank you, Miss Nora. I would be grateful for the honor if you would allow me to massage your beautiful feet.” “Bless you My Sweet Young Man. You may!”

I fell to my knees and began as quickly as physically possible. I realized that pleasing Nora was very important to me both psychologically and sexually. She said, “If you get tired or lazy I will be very cross with you.”

After a while I did what I knew would be dangerous, but I was now ruled by my cock. “Miss Nora, may I please suck your toes?” She laughed. “First show your respect by kissing my feet all over until I tell you to stop.” “Yes, Miss Nora.
Thank you Miss Nora.” I made eye contact with my beloved Annie who smiled and said, “It’s okay, Jimmy. Everything you do for her you will do for me tonight. Won’t you?” “Yes, Miss Annie. I will. I love you!”

Nora said, “Good for you, Annie! Now you’re talking my language! Okay, Jimmy. You may suck my toes now. Lick between them and don’t spit anything out! Don’t you dare!” “Yes Miss Nora. Thank you, Miss Nora!”


That night, I said to my beloved Annie, “My passion for you is beyond words. I could see that you and Nora were having a serious discussion. Wha..” “Who was I having a serious discussion with?” “N-nora.” “Who??” I finally caught on. “M-
miss Nora!” “Make that mistake again and I’ll slap your face with full force!”

I had very mixed feelings. I had wanted Annie to be more like Nora, but I loved the soft sweet gentle Annie. After I had done with Annie everything I did with Nora, hearing Annie hum with pleasure, I asked, “May I please make love to
your delicious vagina with my lowly mouth?”

“No. But you may make love to my delicious anus with your lowly tongue and don’t you dare have an orgasm without my permission! If you do, I will be very cross with you!” “I hear and I obey, My Beautiful Lady!” Avoiding orgasm was very
difficult under the circumstances, but I managed. After I kissed for a while her beautiful soft full buttocks, she opened her anal cleavage and I inserted my tongue. Objectively, the taste was awful. One could truly say it tastes like
shit, but the submission made it sexually exciting. When I reached the entrance of her rectum she said, “Stick it in as far as you can. Further! Further!”

I groaned in pain as her sphincter squeezed my tongue. She laughed as she said, “Okay. Withdraw.” I withdrew. She said, “I tried to stop you, physically but I couldn’t. You must be about ready for an orgasm.”

“Yes, Miss Annie! I am!” “Fuck me.” She was on the pill. So I didn’t need a condom. I think it was the best fuck I had ever had. We both had colossal orgasms. After it was over, like most men I was sexually dead for at least ten minutes.

She didn’t wait. She said, “Clean me with your mouth. Swallow it. Don’t spit.” The taste of semen is not unpleasant. What is unpleasant is the idea of it. After I finished and was aroused again, she said softly, “Oh, Jimmy, I love you so
much.” As I lay comfortably on my back on the bed, she took my manhood into her mouth and brought me to another orgasm, swallowing all of my semen.


I asked her, “What were you and Miss Nora talking about while I was swimming?” “She said I would become wealthy and powerful like her if I joined the Lake Galena Retreat, but the price was too high.” “What was the price?”

“It was you, Jimmy.” “What?!” “You would have to be ‘trained’ for six months, during which and forever after you would be egg bald.” “Like David and your father?” “Yes and while you are there you can be whipped at whim by any female at
any time. You will have to obey any female. For six months you will be trained as a slave to all of the women there. At the end I will come and get you and you will be my personal slave from then on.”

Submissive though I was, I was horrified by this. “Are you going to ask me to do this?” “No. Of course not! I love you deeply! I could never subject a man I loved to such degradation.” “What about Miss Nora? She can force any man to do
anything.” “She wants me to, but she promised to leave it to me.” “Oh, thank God!” I exclaimed with relief.


Things went on as before with the same strange mixture of love and dominance. A few days later Annie received a package from Nora, with a brief note:

“Dear Annie,

Here are some of my favorite instruments of correction. Try them out! Enjoy!

Love Nora.”

The package contained such delightful items as riding crops, cat o’ nine tails, a vicious looking bull whip and canes. It even contained a pair of handcuffs with key!

Annie immediately went to the phone and called her mentor. She said, “Nora? Annie! I just received your gift! Oh, Nora, you are so sweet!” Pause. “Oh, I’m sure he will! Do you want me to bring him for lunch tomorrow? May I? Oh, goody!
Thank you, Goddess Nora!” Pause. Laughter. “Oh yes you are! Okay. See you tomorrow.”


The next day at noon, Annie and I were sitting at a familiar cafeteria, waiting for Miss Nora. I saw her as Annie smiled and waved at her. Both ladies had bare backs and shoulders after they had doffed their coats and dresses just above
their knees. I stood up respectfully as Miss Nora leaned over and she and Annie embraced and kissed. The only recognition of my existence came when Miss Nora held her gloved but free fingered hand slightly away from her waste. I
descended to my knees and kissed her bare fingers. I was hard as a rock.

As they walked up to the serving line, I followed silently and meekly. The second recognition I received from Miss Nora came when she snapped her fingers behind her without looking at me or even glancing in my direction. The two ladies
grabbed trays. When I did so, Annie gestured silently for me to put it back. When either of my ladies wanted anything they snapped their fingers and pointed to it, I obediently put it on her tray. Two men stepped aside so the ladies
could pass them. One of them tipped his hat and bowed. Miss Nora smiled and Miss Annie thanked them. When we reached the end of the line guess who paid. Right! I did! I carried their trays back to the table one at a time as fast as
possible without spilling. I heard impatient clapping behind me. The rest of the customers were laughing.

I stood in front of Miss Nora and asked, “M-may I speak please, Miss Nora?” She didn’t answer or even look at me. Desperately, I turned to the woman I loved, “M-may I p-please speak, M-miss Annie.” “Yes.” “Thank you, Miss Annie! May I
get myself lunch, Miss Annie?” “Okay.” “Thank you, Miss Annie!”

I got my lunch, running as fast as possible, paid for it and brought it back to the table. I set the tray down and sat. Miss Nora smiled as Miss Annie said, impatiently, “Who gave you permission to set your tray down and eat?”

“N-no-one Miss Annie. I’m sorry Miss Annie. M-may I please sit down and eat, Miss Annie?” I then received the third recognition of my existence from Miss Nora, who looked at Miss Annie and shook her head negatively. Annie obeyed her.
“No, Lowly One. Stand and hold your tray until I give you permission to sit and eat. Bad manners must be punished!” “Yes, Miss Annie. Thank you for punishing me as I deserve.” Miss Annie laughed, “Oh, you’re welcome Jimmy! It was my
pleasure.”

Miss Nora smiled and held her thumb up. She said, hopefully, “Annie, I don’t want to be a nudge, but have you thought more about what we discussed?” “Yes, Miss Nor..Whoops, Nora. Now you’ve got me doing it!” They both laughed. To my
relief, Miss Annie said, “I’m sorry, Nora, but I haven’t changed my mind.”

“Annie, you’ve heard all of this before, but please bear with me for the familiar song and dance.” “I’m all ears, Nora. I love your song and dance.” I had the impression that the repetition was for my benefit. I also had the impression
that the way I was being treated (which I liked) was Annie’s effort to impress the lady she so greatly loved and admired.

Nora said, “In ancient times there was a division of labor between the genders: Women were, as we still are, creators and nurturers while men were, as they no longer are for the most part, destroyers, hunters and warriors. In ancient
times men were trained in their manly arts by other, older men. Hence for men authority was male. Women still perform the same function as did their female ancestors, but men are no longer needed as hunters and war is on its way out. So,
the original sources of authority are Mother, female, and teacher, usually female. Hence, now, for both males and females, authority is female! The percentage of college students who are female is 60% and rising. If men are no longer
useful for hunting and war, what are they useful for Annie?”

Miss Annie looked at my bulging crotch, smiled and answered Miss Nora. “Men are useful only as servants to enhance the pleasure of women, by sparing us the necessity of menial household work, serving us sexually, particularly orally and
just giving us a joyful feeling of power.” “When we are cruel, do we sin, Annie?” “No, Nora, we do not sin because men are just grown up little boys who need and want love and discipline.”

“What are little boys made of, Annie?” “Nora, little boys are made of snips and snails and puppy dogs’ tails.” “What are little girls made of, Annie?” “Nora, little girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice.” I remembered
hearing, and resenting, this as a child.

At last Miss Nora spoke to me. “Jimmy, take your tray and go to that far table in the corner and sit down and eat. Your betters want a private conversation.”

“Yes Miss Nora!” I started to walk, but I heard a loud impatient clap behind me and so I ran, again trying not to spill my food. The other customers laughed again and this time some of them clapped.


As I drove out, I said, “Oh, my beautiful Miss Annie, I adore you. I worship you. You are my Goddess!” “Oh, really, Jimmy,” She replied coldly, “And yet you wouldn’t spend six months in the Retreat for me? Go to Miss Nora’s house.” “B-
but I need to work, Miss Annie!” She laughed. “I’m sure that the owner of your company will excuse you.”

I was overwhelmed by the size and scope of the estate. We were greeted at the door by David, who said, “Welcome, Miss Annie. My Mistress wishes that your slave remain on hands and knees now and whenever he is here and that he not speak
until spoken to. If he needs to speak, he may ask for permission by raising his hand. If she ignores him or says no, he will receive severe punishment if he disobeys.”

Crawling on my hands and knees was humiliating and uncomfortable because I had to rush to keep up with my owner, but I was delighted and aroused to admire her beautiful muscular calves.

We entered what could well be the biggest room I had ever been in. Miss Nora was seated regally on a recliner, smiling as we entered. “Jimmy”, she said, “Has your owner told you the good news?”

I froze in terror as she smiled broadly. “No, M-m-miss N-nora.” “David” she said, “Bring Miss Annie a cat o’ nine tails.” “Yes Mistress Nora!” He ran both ways. As he handed Miss Annie the ‘Instrument of correction’ he kissed her hand.
“Strip, Jimmy.”

“Yes, Miss Nora!” I started to rise but she screamed, “No! Get back down!” “Y-yes, M-miss N-n-nora.” Getting undressed while on one’s knees is difficult and slow, especially when one is literally trembling with fear as I was.

Tell him please Annie. Tell him in your own way. Take your time. Jimmy, you may speak freely. “Yes, Miss Nora! Thank you, Miss Nora!”

“Jimmy,” Annie asked, “What would you do for me?” “Anything, Miss Annie! I will do anything you want me to do.” “Anything? Do you mean anything at all, absolutely anything?” “Yes, Miss Annie.”

She dropped the other shoe: “My foremost desire is to join the Society of the Retreat, so that I can become rich and successful like my beautiful role model. I cannot put into words how much I want this. Please Jimmy, oh please make this
sacrifice for me! I know I told you that I loved you deeply. I do and I always will! But I want this so badly!”

Finally she stopped talking. I said, “I’ll do it! You are my Goddess! You own me!” Miss Nora said, “Good for you, Jimmy! Please prepare him, the barber first and then Dr. Laura at the Doylestown Hospital Pavilion and after that the
attorney. He’s all yours, now.” “Okay! Thank you, Nora, and thank you, My Beloved Jimmy! Get up and get dressed.”


I went to my usual barber shop and Miss Annie said, “Shave all of the hair off of his head. I want him completely bald.” “Sir?” The young female barber asked. “Yes. Please do as she says.” “Okay.”

I had never been completely bald before. I said, “Even though it’s early Spring, my head feels cold, Miss Annie.” “Don’t worry, Jimmy. It will pass. And now drive us on to the Doylestown Hospital Pavilion. Permission to speak is hereby
withdrawn.”

“I pointed to the restroom and Miss Annie nodded her permission.”

I could not ask what the doctor was for. I was scared you know whatless.







Part 2

Dr. Laura Jefferson was a large, very attractive African American lady, heavily built and six feet tall in flat shoes, two inches taller than I. She and Annie hugged and kissed like the old friends they obviously were. Annie introduced
me, “Dr. L., This is my slave, Jimmy. He’s here for the procedure.”

‘Procedure?’ I was frightened by the very word. Dr. Laura said, “Take him into the comfort room and make love with him. Then clean him off quickly and bring him across the hall.”

The mystery and the fear aroused me. I screwed Miss Annie and quickly cleaned myself. Then, I rushed across the hall. Dr. Laura said, “Lie on this table, Jimmy, on your back.”

“Yes, Dr. Laura.” I obeyed. I felt Annie’s gentle kiss on my face as she said, “This is perfectly safe, Jimmy. Dr. Laura is a Yale M.D. I love you.”

As she spoke I could feel the Dr.’s hand on the bottom of my scrotum, between my balls. I felt a needle as the Dr. said, “Anesthesia, Jimmy. Understand?” “Yes, Dr. Laura.” The needle was withdrawn. Then I felt her fingers gently holding
the underside of the foreskin of my penis, and then the needle there. “Anesthesia, Dr. Laura?” “Yes, Jimmy.”

I lay quietly for what was probably only a couple of minutes although it seemed like hours. I heard a snap, but I felt nothing. “Okay, Jimmy?” Dr. Laura asked solicitously. “Okay, Dr. Laura.” Then there was another snap followed by the
same brief conversation.

“Okay, the procedure is complete.” Dr. Laura said, “Look down there, Jimmy! What do you see?” “Dr. Laura, you punched a hole at the bottom of my scrotum and another one in my foreskin and you connected them with a padlock?” “Exactly. It
was a very simple operation, similar to puncturing ear lobes.”

“I mean no disrespect, Dr. Laura, but for a guy, down there is quite different from earlobes. Anyhow, what is the point of this?” “Jimmy, that’s a question for your owner, but I will say this: The famous escaped Negro slave Frederick
Douglas gave a speech in which he said, ‘You see before you a thief! These hands, these arms, these feet’ he said, pointing to his own body parts, ‘I have stolen from my master!’ Jimmy, who owns your genitals?” “Miss Annie owns all of
me, including my genitals.” “Well, is she not free to lock anything she owns?”

“Of course she is, Dr. Laura, but why do this?” Miss Annie answered, “The simplest answer, which also applies to the head shaving and the lawyer is that they are required. They are conditions for my membership in the Lake Galena Retreat.
But in all honesty, I like this! When you are locked, you can’t have a full erection, let alone an orgasm, which should help you to fully understand what all of this is for. To be blunt, it is about my pleasure, not yours. It is a test
of your submission. Also, it gives me a degree of control I could not otherwise have. I admit, as well, that I love power.”

Dr. Laura got right to the point. “The problem with owning a submissive man is: How do you control him if punishment feels good? When his pleasure is strictly limited, as yours is now, the pain will very quickly exceed the pleasure and
so, Jimmy, punishment will really hurt. Understand, Jimmy?” “Yes, Dr. Laura, I do understand.”

“So much for philosophy, Miss Annie. Let’s consider the practicalities. I may have an overactive ego, but I think that I’m not the only one of us who likes it when we fuck or when I kiss and lick your delicious vagina. My point is that
in denying me, you are denying yourself!”

“That’s my problem, Jimmy, not yours. Now be quiet until I give you permission to speak again!” “Yes, Miss Annie.” “Two down, one to go. And now, Slave, take me to the attorney.”

Hearing myself addressed as ‘Slave’ caused me to be excited which caused tension and therefore pain. “Ow! Ow!” Miss Annie slapped my face once with each hand with full force. “I ordered you to be quiet, Jimmy!” She said angrily. I wanted
to apologize, grovel and beg for mercy, but I didn’t dare speak. So I descended to my knees and kissed her sandaled feet.

Dr. Laura said, gently, “Annie it’s better to let him express his pain. At the Retreat, he will learn to service a female orally without pain.” “Oh thank you, Dr. L. I know you are right. Kiss her hand, Jimmy.” I obeyed.



The lawyer asked Annie to wait while he conferred with me. He introduced himself as Jim MacHenry and shook my hand. “I’m Jimmy. I don’t think I’m allowed to use my family name. After dealing with women, you can’t imagine what a pleasure
it is to deal with a guy, especially one with my favorite first name.”

“Thanks, Jimmy, but I’m afraid it isn’t going to be that much of a pleasure. I represent Miss Montecasino. She wants you to sign this. Please read it first.” I read it. “As I understand this I am signing everything I own over to My
Annie: My car, my interest in our house, my toothbrush, the shirt on my back, everything!” “That’s right Jimmy. That’s part A.”

“Part B, Jim, is – oh I love this – Every dime I make must be deposited in her checking account on which I cannot draw. Let me ask you, is this really legal?!”

“Part A is legal. After you sign this she could march in here and demand that you take off all of your clothes and if you refused she could have you jailed.” “What?! Why?!” “It’s because she owns your clothes. It’s that simple.”

“Part B?” “That actually cannot be legally enforced. But it doesn’t need to be. If you violate it you can be fired and find yourself to be virtually unemployable. Not owning anything and being unemployable, you would not be in an
enviable position, Jimmy.”

I was suddenly aware that Annie was standing in the door way. She had a smile on her beautiful face. I fell quickly to my knees and kissed the hem of her miniskirt. I raised my hand. She said, “Speak.” “This conversation was purely
hypothetical, Miss Annie.” Her smile vanished. “Sign!” I signed and Jim MacHenry signed as witness. “You see, Jimmy,” she said, “It all really makes perfect sense. You are property and property can’t own property. Am I right?”

“Yes Miss Annie. You are right!” “From now on, Mistress Annie, not Miss Annie. It’s the same with Nora of course.”


As I drove her home, she amused herself by tormenting me verbally. “You may speak, Jimmy.” “Thank you, My Beautiful Mistress Annie.”

“You said that in denying you, I was also denying me. If you think about that, it was a terribly arrogant thing for you to say and when we get home, I will pleasure myself by trying out on you the ‘Instruments of correction’ that Nora so
kindly gave me. Tell me why you don’t think that denying you will necessarily deny me!”

Trembling, I said, “You could have another man if you chose, but oh please don’t!” “Why shouldn’t I?” “You shouldn’t because we love one another?”

“You make us sound like equals! How dare you?! The only thing that should matter to you is my pleasure. If I can take pleasure from another man, or woman, it should please you and fill you with gratitude.” She paused. “Shouldn’t it?!”
she demanded sharply.

“Yes, Mistress Annie! I most humbly apologize for my selfishness. Oh! Oh!” She laughed. Despite my recent expression of pain, I was already beginning to be able to control my arousal.

Her verbal cruelty continued. “You’ve met Blake Forrester, my handsome athletic six foot three inch boss. When I’m wearing a miniskirt, he can’t take his eyes off of my legs. He’s a real man, not a pathetic loser like you. Why shouldn’t
I fuck him or suck his cock and swallow his semen if that would give me pleasure?” She stopped talking. I realized that she was waiting for an answer.

I groveled and abased myself, “You should do whatever will please you and he should expect gratitude from me.” “In the summer Blake’s big powerful masculine hairy feet are naked in sandals. Perhaps he would allow you the pleasure of
kissing them. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?!”

“What I’d like is of no importance. All that matters to me is what my beautiful gracious owner wants.” “Oh, Jimmy, you are so easy, I wonder why I should stop at one. Perhaps I could have a stable, like Nora. I could even have a couple
of girls, submissive lesbians. By the way, Jimmy, did you know that there were a couple of girl slaves at the Retreat?” “No, Mistress Annie, I didn’t know that.” I wondered if, there were dominant men with hair there. I dared not ask.
“Now be quiet, Jimmy.”

Thank God! “Oh, Jimmy, I’ve just been so cruel to you. I’m sorry! I do love you. If I have sex with anyone else, it’s just for lust. My love for a man is only for you and that will always be true. Oh, Jimmy, please don’t cry! I am so
grateful for the sacrifice you are making for me! I love you! I love you! I love you!”

I was a yoyo!


When we got home, I held the door for her and glanced from her beautiful bare shoulders to her magnificent miniskirt wearing bare legs. I groaned in pain as my manhood tried to expand.

“Day after tomorrow, I will take you to the Retreat. I will miss you! Until then, let’s just enjoy each other. Please take all of your clothes off. Have I told you lately that I love you?” “Yes, Mistress Annie! Three times in the car!”
“Let’s make it an even four. I love you, Jimmy!”

“I love you, Mistress Annie! I adore you! I worship you! You are my Goddess!” “I guess I can’t beat that!” She laughed.

She gently brought my hands behind me and fastened the cuffs. Then she took the small key that hung on a thin chain around her neck and unlocked the padlock and then removed it. I sprang up immediately.

She lay down on the couch and lifted her miniskirt showing, as I suspected, that she wore no panties. “Wow! I didn’t know that such a fast erection was physically possible.” She said, “Fuck me!” I did, not once but three times. I was
exhausted sexually.

“Put your feet there and stand up straight. And now, lets have some real pain.” Her tone was gentle and she kissed me tenderly on the back of the neck. I gasped in pain as the riding crop came across my back and then across my buttocks.
“Count the blows, Jimmy.” “Yes, Mistress Annie.” There were twenty.

“Okay, sit here and relax.” After a while the doorbell rang. “Look through the eyehole and see who it is.” “It’s Mistress Nora.” “Good! Let her in, bow down to the floor and kiss her feet if she will let you.” Mistress Nora wore a
broadly sleeveless dress and brief miniskirt.

“Welcome Mistress Nora.” I said, “You look lovely as usual!” I quickly descended to the floor and hummed with pleasure as she let me kiss her feet. “Okay, up Slave, to your knees.” She said casually. “Thank you, Mistress Nora, for the
honor and pleasure of kissing your beautiful feet.”

“Oh, you’re welcome, Slave”, she said, graciously. “Good training, Ann, I’m proud of you. Turn around Slave. Let me see your back.” “Yes, Mistress Nora.” I turned around. “Ah, you’ve used the riding crop! Do ten more, Ann, if you
wouldn’t mind.”

I placed myself and received the painful blows. Nora stopped her after five blows and I could hear her say, gently, “No, Ann, hold it like this. You’ll get more leverage and inflict more pain if you do it like this. Would you like me to
demonstrate?” “Yes, please do!”

Mistress Nora knew what she was doing! The pain was excruciating. Every time I groaned in agony both ladies laughed. “Okay, now you try it, Ann.” My owner had learned well. Most of the rest of the afternoon was spent with Mistress Nora
teaching her protégé the fine art of inflicting pain. At one point, Mistress Annie said, “Oh, I really enjoy this! This is fun!”


A little later, Mistress Annie said, “How about getting him started on cunnilingus while locked.” “I’m sorry, Ann, but I don’t think that would be a good idea. Oral training should proceed on an empty stomach. Your property is now racked
with pain. When he’s gone to the Retreat, we can use your father for whip training.”

“Oh, Nora, I couldn’t have my own father go down on me!” Nora laughed, “Of course not, Ann! He’ll be just for whipping. Here is another little present from me to you.” She handed her a fan and said, “You look tired, Ann. Take a nap and
have Slave Jimmy fan you. If you wake up and he’s not fanning you fast enough, whip him some more. I’ll be going now, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Of course, Nora. Kiss her feet, Slave, and then join me in the bed room.” “Yes, Mistress Annie.” I kissed Nora’s feet, thanked her, held the door for her and ran quickly into the bed room, with her fan in my mouth. She put the padlock
on and locked it and then she took the cuffs off. I fanned her vigorously until she woke up. When she did, both of my arms and both of my hands ached terribly. I held up my hand.

“Speak.” “May I s-stop p-please, Mistress Annie?” She laughed. “Sure. Why not?”


“It’s time to make dinner, Slave. Come and follow me. You will make it, following my directions.” I did. As I served it, she said, “Jimmy, whenever you serve a meal to a lady, kiss her hand. Now for instance!” “Yes, Mistress Annie.” I
hummed with pleasure as I kissed her hand.

During the meal, she said, “Tomorrow, at 9:00 A.M. you will serve me breakfast in bed. The next day likewise, after which we will leave for the Lake Galena Retreat Area.” “Yes, Mistress Annie. What would you like for breakfast?” “Jimmy,
you have been living with me long enough to know what I like. I promise that you will find out very quickly whether I am pleased or not.”

“And what will I be doing while you eat?” “You will be pampering my feet. Tonight and tomorrow night you will bathe me. If you please me I may let you kiss my body.”

I was worried. I hadn’t noticed what she liked to eat for breakfast. I served her scrambled eggs and bacon and English muffins with honey. That seemed to please her. The next day was my last day at home. Mistress Nora came over. She and
Mistress Annie greeted and departed from one another by hugging and kissing one another. It pleased me greatly to see how much these wonderful beautiful ladies loved each other. The day was spent with Mistress Nora teaching Mistress
Annie how to maximize the pain with the cat o’ nine tails.

With our luggage in the rear, Mistress Annie said, to my surprise, “I’ll drive. You sit next to me.” She gently blindfolded me. Our luggage was in the back seat. As she started off, she said, “I will be there for about the first two and
the last two weeks of your twenty six week travail. When I am a full fledged member, you may propose marriage. If I agree, I will not take your name. I may even make you take mine. When we get there, there will be two separate side
doors. The inner one will have the letter M written on it, which stands for Mistress and the outer one has the letter C on it which stands for ?”

“Mistress Annie” I said, “I have no idea what C stands for.” “It stands for Curley, Jimmy. Guys without hair are called Curley. Don’t you think that’s ironic, Jimmy?” “Yes I do, Mistress Annie! I love it!” She laughed. “You may speak
freely.”

“I’ll be honest with you, My Beloved Lady. I’m scared you know what less.” “Oh, Jimmy, I know it will be hard, but you will be happy and proud when you leave. Above all, remember this: As I have told you before, I love you as a man and
only you and it will always be that way!”

The drive took about two hours, more than twice as long as if we had gone as the crow flies. Lake Galena is a large lake in North Central Bucks County, Pennsylvania. Finally, she stopped the car and removed my blindfold. “Go.” She said,
simply. We kissed on the lips and I stepped out of the car, duffel bag in hand. I saw a huge, ornate building within a large area surrounded by a stone wall. Behind it, barely visible from where I stood, was a parking garage. Mistress
Annie drove her (formerly my) car around back into the parking lot. I looked around outside the building and I saw nothing but trees. Lake Galena was not in view.

This was the Lake Galena Retreat. I walked to the door marked C, trembling like a leaf, and knocked. There was no answer. I knocked several times more and after about three minutes I heard footsteps and the door opened. I found myself
face to face with a young lady with long black hair and blue eyes, wearing nothing but a loin cloth. A loin cloth hangs over a string around the waste below the navel. It obscured the genitals and nothing else! She was attractive but not
really beautiful. She looked very young, perhaps no more than eighteen years of age. Younger than that and she could not be here legally. She wore a name tag around her neck: Trixie Powers R.N., which stood for ‘Registered Nurse’
Obviously she wasn’t as young as she appeared, although she was certainly younger than I. “Are you Jimmy?” She asked me.

“Yes, Mistress Trixie.” “Are you the property of Annie Montecasino?” “Yes, Mistress Trixie.”

She brought a hypodermic needle and said, “Roll up a sleeve, please.” “Yes, Mistress Trixie.” I obeyed. She extracted some blood and pressed a button. A young man with a shaved head, wearing nothing but a loin cloth entered. Wordlessly
she handed him the needle filled with my blood. He bowed and backed out. She said “Jimmy, the only entrances to this schmier are the M door and the C door. Everyone who enters has blood taken to check for STDs (Sexually Transmitted
Diseases). When he returns you will be allowed to pass. He will instruct you and lead you to where you are to go.”

“Thank you my pretty Mistress Trixie.” Boldly, I asked, “Powers. Irish?” She smiled broadly, “Sure’n I am! And I know what you’re thinking.” “What am I thinking?” “You’re thinking that I’m short for a Mick. I’m five one.” “Actually that
never occurred to me, Mistress Trixie!”

“Oh, Jimmy, you’re a charmer!” “Thank you, Mistress Trixie! Is that good or bad?” “That’s good, Jimmy boy! It will help you to conquer the fear.”

The young man returned, smiling and holding his thumb up. He gestured for me to join him. Before I did, I turned and said, “Mistress Trixie, may I have the honor and pleasure of kissing your hands.” “Oh yes, you dear sweet man!” I hummed
with pleasure as I kissed them.

She said, “I look forward to seeing you again soon, Handsome!” “The pleasure will be mine, Mistress Trixie.”

As he led me toward my destination, he held out his hand and I shook it. “My name is Michael.” He said, “Please call me Mickey!” “Jimmy.”

“Jimmy, I was just taking blood from the M area. I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen! She could beat Cote de Pablo in a Cote de Pablo lookalike contest. Her name is Ann. Is she yours?”
“No, I’m hers! I’m her slave.” I said proudly. He laughed. “You must have at least sixteen inches!”

We passed through a large room with several bald men in loin cloths kneeling on the floor. Two pretty, loin cloth clad young girls were smiling and chatting amiably, each with a ‘Curley’ kneeling between her legs obviously servicing her
orally. I was led, by elevator to a small cubicle on the third floor. Large luxury suites existed on the fourth, fifth and sixth floors for the mistresses. I was handed a clean recently laundered loin cloth. “Jimmy, you are now what we
call a ‘Curley.’ ”






Part 3

Mickey led me back down to the first floor, along a hall and up to an unmarked, ordinary looking door. He knocked several times, during which he blindfolded me. After what seemed to be an hour and a half, but what was, I’m sure, only a
couple of minutes, the door opened. I was led, blindfolded, into an overwhelming silence. The first sound I heard was the voice of Mickey, who was leading me. “Get down on your knees, Jimmy.” Needless to say, I fell to my knees.

The second voice I heard was unmistakably female. “Welcome to the Lake Galena Retreat, Jimmy.” “Thank you, Mistress!”

Her voice was soft, sweet and fairly high pitched. She sounded more like an innocent little school girl than like a fire breathing dominatrix. I was reminded of Mistress Trixie Powers, but it was clearly not she.

My unseen mistress asked, “Have you had the procedure, Jimmy?” “Yes Mistress. Dr. Laura Jefferson had me…” “I know the procedure, Jimmy.” She paused. “Oh, Jimmy, I interrupted you! How rude! Oh, please forgive me!”

I couldn’t believe I was hearing this. This powerful Mistress was groveling to a lowly slave. “Mistress,” I said, “You are an exalted mistress. I am a lowly slave. You never need to apologize to me!”

She giggled. “Oh, Jimmy, you are very kind. And now, if you’ll forgive me, I have to tell you some rules.” In an apologetic tone, she said, “When you are not serving a mistress, you need to be on your knees in the main room. You may
speak only when spoken too, unless your mistress at the time gives you permission. You must obey any order, sexual or otherwise, and, and,” I was barely able to hear what sounded like whispering. “I’m really sorry to have to tell you
this, Jimmy, but you can be whipped by any mistress at any time.” There was more whispering. “Do you cook, Jimmy?”

“I can barely cook, Mistress! I’m sorry.” “Can you do full body massage, Jimmy?” “I can just barely Mistress! I’m sorry, Mistress!” “House cleaning?” “I can just barely, Mistress! I’m sorry, Mistress!” “Oh, don’t apologize, Jimmy! We’ll
teach you!” “Thank you, Mistress!”

“Do you have any questions, Jimmy?” “May I take my blindfold off and feast my eyes on your beauty?” She laughed uproariously. Someone else was also laughing. I recognized her laugh. It was my Mistress Annie!

“No, Jimmy! Oh, you are a naughty boy! I’ll tell you what: You can guess what I look like. When you get it all right, I’ll let you take off your blindfold and” she giggled, “you can feast your eyes,” She paused, “after I’ve thrashed you
once for each wrong guess. Okay with you, Jimmy?”

“Yes Mistress. You’re slightest whim is my command! May I start guessing, please, Mistress?” “Go!” “Five foot four in stocking feet.” “Low.”

“Five eight.”

“High.”

“Five six.”

“Low.”

“Aha! Five seven.”

“No aha! High.”

“Now wait a minute. You can’t do that!” “Of course I can. I’m the Mistress!”

“Okay. Five six and a half.”

“Bingo!”

“Blond hair.”

“Bingo!”

“Blue eyes”

“Bingo!”

“M-may I doff my blindfold now, please Mistress?” “No. You need to guess my weight.” “Do I need to guess it to the half pound, Mistress?” “No, you just need to guess it to the pound, Jimmy.”

I heard Miss Annie say, “Thank your Mistress, Jimmy.” “Yes, Miss Annie. Thank you, Mystery Mistress! 110 lb. (pounds)?”

“Low?”

“120 lb?”

“Low.!

“130 lb?”

“Low!”

“140 lb?”

“Low!”

This was not a small woman! “150 lb?”

“High!”

“145?”

“High!”

“143?”

“High!”

“142?”

“High!”

“141?”

“Bingo!”

“Now may I doff my blindfold, Mystery Mistress?” “You seem to have forgotten, Jimmy. You agreed that I could thrash you once for each guess with whatever instrument I choose.” Mistress Annie said, “He does have a convenient memory,
Grace.” They both laughed.

“Oh, shucks, I’ll let him see me and then I’ll thrash him.” “Thank you, Mistress!” I took my blindfold off. I was not disappointed! “I knew it! Oh, you take my breath away!”

Annie immediately said, “Easy, Big Fella! Don’t get carried away!”

The blond loin cloth clad lady got down on her beautiful knees and kissed the hands of my brunette loin cloth clad owner, saying, “Oh, Annie, you are so-oo-oo-oo beautiful! I don’t see how you could be jealous of a frumpy little bitch
like me?!”

“Grace, you are very sweet. Perhaps we should get on with the whipping.” Grace said, “I counted sixteen guesses.” I quickly said, “Excuse me, Mistress Grace, M-may I speak, please?” “Alright, Jimmy. Of course you may.” “Thank you,
Mistress Grace. Actually, only twelve guesses were wrong. Four were bingos. My understanding was that only wrong guesses counted.”

Mistress Annie laughed. Mistress Grace issued her sexy giggle and said, “Oh, I’m sorry about the misunderstanding Jimmy, but I’m afraid I must insist on mine. Oh please forgive me, Jimmy!” She paused. “I also have, as part of my
understanding, the choice of instrument of correction. I’ll use the cane.” She said in a matter of fact tone.

Annie was aghast! “Sixteen with a cane?! That’s only appropriate as punishment for an extremely serious offense, Grace. Besides, I don’t remember agreeing that you had the choice of instrument of correction!”

Grace replied, “Annie, you are a lawyer, brilliant as well as beautiful. I can’t argue with you, but I’m a member and you are only a provisional member, so I can and do insist. Oh, I’m such an awful slut!”

“If you’ll use something else, I’ll L-let you have him for a month. Oh, please, Grace?!” “Why don’t you let me have him for a month every year for five consecutive years. I’ll use a plain old horse whip. You can signal your agreement by
kissing my Heine.”

Grace exposed her beautiful bottom. Annie got behind her, with a sour expression on her face. She kissed Grace’s buttocks. When she stopped, Grace said, “More, Annie. I’ll tell when you may stop.” Annie continued until Grace gave her
permission to stop.

Annie asked, “What do you plan to do with him, Grace?” “Oh, the usual stuff: Breakfast in bed, bathing, cooking, cleaning, massage and sucking my husband’s cock.” Grace replied casually.

I could see that Annie was shocked, but she wouldn’t give Grace the satisfaction of saying anything.

“May I please speak, Mistresses?” They both nodded affirmatively. I got down in front of my owner, thanked her and kissed her feet. Grace said, “Now I’m jealous. Would you please kiss my feet, Jimmy?” “Of course I will, Mistress Grace.
It will be my pleasure.”

I obeyed, trying not to think about what I was doing. I knew I was going to feel plenty of pain in any case. Grace said, “Jimmy, dear, run over to that box, would you, please? And fetch the long black horse whip.” I ran as fast as I
could, but even so, I heard her clap, impatiently. The whipping was very painful, especially when she counted, giggling, “14, 15, 15&1/2, 15&3/4, 15&7/8, 15&15/16, 15&31/32, 15&63/64, 15&127/128, 15&255/256, 15&511/512, 15&1023/1024,
15&2047/2048, 15&4095/4096, 16 !”

I was writhing and groaning. I had not known that so much pain was even possible. Mistress Grace appeared to be in ecstasy. “Oh, I just love the sight of a man writhing in pain. I’m a scum sucking sadistic little slut.” “Thank you,
Mistress Grace!” I said.

Mistress Annie said, “Yes, Grace, and I thank you too, in particular for your very accurate self descriptions.”

Grace giggled. “Jimmy, report to Mistress Suki in 523. Help him Mickey.” “Yes, Mistress Grace.” Mickey and I said as one. I could barely walk.




We went up, by elevator to the fifth floor. Once again, Mickey knocked repeatedly on the door, before we heard, “Come in.” He opened the door. There stood an extremely tall, attractive Asian woman, wearing only a loin cloth. Mickey said,
“Mistress Suki, allow me to introduce Slave Jimmy, the property of the provisional member, Mistress Annie.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jimmy! Mickey, put him on the sofa, face down. What the heck happened to the poor man?” “Mistress Suki, Mistress Grace happened to him.”

“Oh dear! Get some salve out of my medicine cabinet and help me rub it on his back.” “Yes, Mistress Suki.” “Oh, that feels good” I said, “Mistress Suki, you are an angel of mercy.”

“Thank you, Jimmy, but you are here for a reason. You obviously work out in a gym. What do you think about when you are, say, on a treadmill?” “Sex.” “Is that all?” “No, Mistress Suki, and that is not even primary. I prime factor numbers
between one thousand and five thousand.”

“That’s perfect!” She said enthusiastically. “That’s just what we need!” “Forgive me, Mistress Suki, but what in the hell are you talking about?”

“If you service women in the way that you are used to, you will become sexually excited, but being locked this will cause you pain. As soon as you have recovered from Mistress Grace, I will begin your training. While you are skillfully
applying your tongue and lips you will be factoring four digit numbers into primes. You won’t be aroused, and so you won’t feel any pain.”

“Of course, I won’t feel any pleasure either.” “I’m afraid not. The purpose, here, is to prevent pain.” “Oh, is it really?!” I asked sarcastically, “You sure could have fooled me! Okay, when do we start?”

“We will begin when you have recovered from Mistress Grace, probably at some time tomorrow. You will remain here until dinner in the Curley’s dining room after which you will bring your ablutionary stuff up here. You will sleep here
tonight on my guest cot. Mickey, you will take care of him.” Mickey and I both said as one, “Yes, Mistress Suki!”



The next morning I served my Asian goddess breakfast in bed. She said, “Good morning Curley.” I replied, “Good Morning, Mistress Suki.” She waved her pretty long feet at me. I got on my knees and started to massage them. The real test
was about to come. “Kiss them.” She said.

I silently factored 4683, which turned out to be 3 times 7 times 223. “Now clean my feet with your tongue. Don’t spit anything out. Swallow it.” “Yes, Mistress Suki.” After I finished 4683 = 3 * 7 * 223, I decided to tackle 4683 – 2 =
4681, which turned out to be much harder. It turned out that 4681 = 31 * 151.

“Alright, Curley, that’s enough. You are doing very well, but perhaps a Japanese Hawaiian American pussy is distasteful to you.” “Oh, it’s not at all distasteful, Mistress Suki! You taste very much like my delicious Italian American
owner.”

She smiled. She seemed like a very nice lady, but still I could not believe my own boldness. “You know, Mistress Suki, it is an American male folk belief, a joke really,” I said, “that the vagina of an Asian woman goes from left to right
rather than from top to bottom.”

For a moment, she sat silently, unsmiling. I was terrified. Had I just committed suicide?

Finally, she burst out laughing and she said, “I am an eighth Irish. I hope you are not disappointed. You are a very bold Curley.” “And you, Mistress Suki, are a very gracious and beautiful lady. I hope I have not offended you.”

“Not at all. I have heard about the sideways vagina before.”

“Mistress Suki, it is my very great pleasure to serve you. And I am very grateful for what you are teaching me.”

“You see that I am sitting on a chair that is typical of chairs of the kind Mistresses, here, sit on. It is very comfortable and it exposes my entire buttocks, enabling a lowly Curley such as yourself to express his appreciation for the
mistress. Get back there and see if my crack goes sidewise or up or down.”

“Mistress Suki, your crack goes up and down. May I kiss, please?” “Yes, do so, Curley.” I did. After a while she brought me to her front and soon she groaned. I tasted and swallowed her delicious vaginal juice. I said, “Here is a
possible racial difference. Your orgasm has quiet dignity unlike noisy white broads.”

She congratulated me and declared me ready. “Take a nap until Curley Mickey comes to get you.” “Yes, Mistress Suki, and thank you!”




When Mickey arrived, he asked to kiss Mistress Suki’s bare feet, as did I. She allowed both of us. As we left, Mickey said, “Bad news, Jimmy. Tonight we are both waiters. That means no dinner at all for you and me. You will be waiting on
the Mistresses at the table your owner will be sitting at.” “And you?” “Bless my heart, Jimmy, I will wait on the table whereat sits Big Grace, whose daughter is Little Grace, whom you know very well.” “Oh, Mickey, I’m sorry. Good luck!”
“Thank you, Pal!”

All six of the ladies at our two tables wore nothing but loin sloths and so they all had bare breasts and bare, accessible, asses. At my table sat my owner, Dr. Laura and my dentist, Dr. Simone Goldstein, who was, I knew, wealthy for a
dentist. She had a face like an angel, she was five three, with black hair and brown eyes and she was Jewish. At Mickey’s table were the two Graces, mother and daughter and mother’s sister Mary 4. I asked Mistress Annie for permission to
kiss her feet. She replied, “Later perhaps, if you’re a good boy.” I could feel her gently stroking my rear. I asked Dr. Simone and Dr. Laura the same question and got the same answer. Dr. Simone said, sharply, “Get our dinner, Curley,
and be quick about it!” This was unlike the Dr. Simone I was used to. She was warm and friendly and soft and gentle.

Mistress Annie said, almost in a whisper, “Stay away from the next table, Jimmy, or they may trip you. Now go!” I ran as fast as I could. I returned as fast as I dared, fearing spilling something. Nonetheless, my dentist clapped
impatiently.

When I arrived at the table, serving and kissing hands as required, Dr. Simone said, “What part of ‘be quick about it!’ didn’t you understand, Curley?” “I most humbly apologize for my inexcusable slowness, Dr. Simone.” I groveled. “I
humbly beg you to forgive me!”

A little while later, Mistress Grace the younger knocked over her glass of wine spilling its contents onto the floor. She held the glass so that it didn’t fall. She and her mother and her aunt were all smiling broadly. “Oh, I’m an
inexcusably clumsy oaf!” young Grace declared loudly, “Clean that up, Curley!” Mickey ran toward the Kitchen, but Little Grace called out, “Curley, come back here! Clean this up with your tongue. But let me flavor it for you!” She spit
onto the floor. “Mommy, Aunt Mary, would you two like to contribute?” They did. Poor Mickey looked sick as he licked the floor. The older ladies were in stitches. Grace Senior said, “I can’t believe I could have given birth to such a
horrible bitch.” Her sister said, “Maybe, they inadvertently switched babies in the hospital. It happens!” “I can hope.”




After dinner, We Curleys were under the control of the same Mistresses as at dinner. Mistress Grace came over, smiling, to chat. I bowed my head to the floor at her feet. While she politely introduced herself and was introduced, she
parked one of her sandaled high heeled shoes on my back, grinding her heel painfully. I heard Dr. Laura say, politely, “Grace, would you please remove your foot from Jimmy’s back?”

She did. “I will always obey a request from a woman who could slap me into the next room with one hand tied behind her back.” I said, “Thank you, Dr. Laura.”

Wordlessly, she pushed her big brown bare foot under my face. I kissed it with pleasure until she withdrew it and immediately inserted her other foot, which I kissed until it was withdrawn. All of this took place while the ladies
conversed, ignoring me. “Thank you, again, Dr. Laura.”

Then Dr. Simone did as Dr. Laura had done. Then my beloved owner Mistress Annie did the same and finally Mistress Grace had her feet kissed like all of the rest.


The next day was harder, especially since it would prove to be typical. One of the Curleys was a gopher named Freddy who was sent by the Mistresses to fetch various available Curleys for their pleasure and amusement. Typically, the
gopher would mention the name of the Mistress, who would silently lift her loin cloth and spread her legs. I would then service her with my lowly mouth until she dismissed me or until another mistress wanted me. In that case, I would be
dismissed after tasting and swallowing the next orgasm.

If she didn’t lift her loin cloth and spread her legs, I would fall to my knees, but behind her. Occasionally after service she would whip me with a riding crop or cat o’ nine tails. This was usually not an expression of displeasure, but
to empower her even more than she was already. When I was serving a woman, she was usually reading, watching television or chatting with another woman, ignoring me except occasionally to correct me, for example enjoining me to be gentler
with her Clitoris.


Occasionally, I was called over by my owner, the lusciously beautiful Mistress Annie. I would kiss her loin cloth and she would nod positively, smiling, giving me permission to speak. I would say something like, “Oh, I absolutely adore
you and I worship you! Oh, you are my goddess!” I was very jealous when another Curley serviced my owner.


One day I was summoned to Mistress Trixie. I could see that my owner was jealous. Mistress Trixie actually spoke to me, which was unusual. “High, Jimmy, do you remember me?”

“Oh, how could I forget a lovely lady like you?” She giggled. “I’m the vampire that took your blood.” She growled and then laughed. She hummed with pleasure as I kissed her bottom. She raised her loincloth. I came around and went to work
on her wet vagina.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Jimmy. D-do you m-mind doing this?” “Not at all, Mistress Trixie, It is my very great pleasure!” “Be honest, Jimmy. How do I taste?” “You are delicious, My Pretty Mistress Trixie!” “Am I really?” “Yes really!” A short
while later she had the loudest orgasm I had ever heard.

After she stopped and I had just finished tasting and swallowing her rich vaginal flow, I licked my lips and said, “M-mm-mm, yummy!” She laughed. Suddenly she was no longer smiling. She was blushing with embarrassment. “J-j-jimmy, I have
a f-favor to ask of you!”

“I’ll do it.” I said. “B-but you don’t even know what it is, yet.” “Whatever it is, Mistress Trixie, I’ll do it. Your slightest whim is my command!”

“Are you sure? I want to, unh, b-beat you with this riding c-crop.” I got down on my knees placing my back for her convenience. I raised my arms in a traditional gesture of submission. I felt a shock of pain and then another and then
another. She was strong for a small woman. She said, “Please tell me when you’ve had enough, Jimmy!”

I said, “I’ve had enough, My Pretty Mistress Trixie, when you’ve had enough. To repeat, your slightest whim is my command.”

She continued beating me until suddenly she stopped. The five foot one inch Mistress Trixie was an inch from my five foot eight inch owner, who was frowning down at her. “Are you having fun, Trixie?” My owner asked, coldly. Trembling,
Mistress Trixie replied, “H-he said I could.” “Trixie, would you please give me the whip and let me finish the job?” “Of course!” She obeyed. Mistress Annie yelled, “Scram!” Mistress Trixie ran away as ordered! I could feel my powerful
owner’s anger as she whipped me, harshly, for a long time.


My life continued in the same way for the balance of two months. The ladies all tasted differently, but in general, I liked the taste of vaginal fluids. I liked the taste of ass less but even that was growing on me as I became more and
more degraded.

Young Grace and her mother and aunt added a tiny bit of urine and a little bit more each time I serviced them. They, unlike most of the rest of the mistresses, took pleasure in beating me unmercifully.

On the night before my owner left, I was allowed to spend the night with her in her suite. I noticed joyfully that she wore the thin chain with the key around her neck. In her bedroom she fastened my hands behind me, unlocked my
genitals, lay on her back and said, simply, “fuck me.”

Boy, did I obey! I lost track of how many times I obeyed! “How do you feel, Mistress Annie?” “Oh, Jimmy, I feel as though I have been gang raped by a herd of elephants!” “Oh, I’m sorry!” “No! Don’t be sorry! It was wonderful! Oh my
goodness! How I love you!”


I was in tears as I lifted my lips from her feet and watched her walk out the door. Life continued as before for about six more weeks and then classes began. Every weekday morning, I was in three classes for an hour each: Cooking, House
Cleaning and Massage. The method of instruction in all three included corporal punishment. A wrong answer or a clumsy demonstration left the student in pain. In three more months the classes concluded and we were declared fully qualified
Curleys, that is, male slaves. My cooking teacher was Mistress Holly who was young and beautiful and very demanding and cruel. More than once she caught me looking at her luscious legs, breasts and behind and she beat me severely because
this was a violation of a strict rule.

Every so often I was consigned to a Mistress for a day or two, during which I would attend her at all times and other mistresses only at her pleasure. I would sleep not in my cubicle, but in her suite. I never knew nor did I ever dare
ask whether or not any mistress could consign any Curley at whim.

Some of the consigning Mistresses were very cruel, for example the Grace family. Others like the fifty plus year old Headmistress, Mistress Rhonda were very kind. After I serviced her orally, the Headmistress would reciprocate. She would
fasten my hands behind me, unlock my manhood and take it into her mouth, sucking me to orgasm and swallowing my semen.


Ten days before my ETS (Expected time of separation) I was ordered to report to Suite 519. When I got there, I found that the door was slightly open. Nonetheless, since I was a gentleman, I knocked. A familiar voice called out, “Jimmy?!”

“Yes! Am I hearing my beloved Mistress Annie?” “Yes, Jimmy, you are indeed! Well, what are you waiting for? Come in and close and lock the door!” I rushed over and we kissed passionately with open mouths, which was okay since I had
thoroughly washed my mouth out.

She cuffed my hands behind me and unlocked my manhood. We fucked until I could hardly stand up. I was consigned to Mistress Annie for the remaining ten days.

She said, “I have a confession to make to you, my beloved man. I have not been faithful to you. I have been and I am still having a sexual affair with Blake Forrester. Jimmy, I have made it very clear to him that there is no love
involved. I only love you as a man and that will always be so! I’m sure he understands. Oh Jimmy, please let me do this!”

I gently wiped the tears from her eyes. “My sweet sweet owner, if I objected to anything that gave you pleasure, I would be untrue to my commitment to you. Besides, who am I to talk? I’ve eaten every pussy in the Retreat!”

She burst out crying again. “Oh, Jimmy, you are so wonderful! I am the luckiest woman in the world!”

On the last day we went down into the main room fully clothed. I descended to my knees and proposed marriage. She accepted and all of the mistresses and all of the Curleys applauded.

We were led into the same room we had entered at the start, with me blindfolded as before. Again Mickey, then a stranger and now a close friend, let us in. “Take his blindfold off, Mickey.” “Yes, Mistress Rhonda.”

This time no-one needed to tell me to get on my knees. I looked around quickly. In a panic, I asked, “Where is Mistress Annie?” Mistress Rhonda laughed. “She’s gone to get the car, Jimmy.”

She turned serious. “Jimmy, you are a better man than when you came here half a year ago. I just want to remind you of some basic rules which still apply when you leave here. In the presence of any female over the age of six, speak only
when spoken to, except with permission. Obey any order. And don’t look at any part of her body. Eyes lowered.” “Yes Mistress Rhonda.”

“Okay Goodbye Jimmy and good luck.”

Mistress Trixie was in the same place again. I asked and received permission to kiss her hands. I left by the same door I entered twenty six weeks earlier. Mistress Annie blindfolded me and drove me home.



 

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