Two Women Make a Man Their Slave
Nina and Randi were girlfriends. Neither needed to work. They enjoyed weeks of shared solitude in an isolated country house. It had been built by Nina’s grandfather.
One evening they were distracted by an outside noise. Pulling aside a curtain, Randi saw a man stealing some of the timber they used in the wood stove. Both women were skilled with firearms. Each grabbed a rifle and ran outside.
At sight of two armed women, the man dropped the logs and started to flee. A warning shot stopped him.
The women ordered the man inside. Nina’s grandfather had been a sheriff. An old pair of handcuffs had sat in a drawer for decades. The lock worked, clicked shut. He was their helpless prisoner.
The man said his name was Louis. He begged them to not call the police.
Louis said he lived in an abandoned farmhouse. He needed the logs because he could not afford an axe. He needed a fire to cook food. His tattered clothes proved his poverty.
Neither woman wanted to call the law. Each was bisexual. Vanilla with each other, they were kinky with men. They liked to hurt men.
Nina pulled a whip out of a closet. Randi began to strip. Louis was too confused to speak.
Randi sat on his face. In Nina’s the whip flew swift and sure. She did not hit with full force. Randi shouted for him to make his tongue work harder. After her orgasm, the women swapped places.
The weird events stupefied the man. Louis started to speak, a blow of the whip, shut his mouth.
The women left the room. They returned, handed him a sandwich and set a glass of milk at his side. Despite his predicament, real food, decent food displaced Louis’ fear. They would not feed him if they planned to murder him.
The women whispered together. He was curious but did not speak.
They left. From another room came sounds of lovemaking.
They did not return. Exhausted Louis passed. He fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
Food was at his side when he woke. Hearing Louis move, the women entered.
They brought chains and shackles. Chains ran between his wrists, his ankles and from his neck. They met at a center point.
Nina spoke, “You are our slave. If you do as you are told, we will not whip you – much. You will eat. Disobedience will be punished. You will starve and ache.”
Louis started to ask a question. A stroke of the lash silenced him. “Do not speak without invitation.”
Randi handed him a broom and dustpan. She did not need to order him to begin sweeping. He swept the entire ground floor.
Later, with scissors, the women cut off his shirt and pants. Nudity did not embarrass him. Perhaps events made him too numb for shame.
Randi made Louis bend over a chair. Nina whipped him with a cane. Twenty-five moderate strokes. They stung. She warned that misbehavior would earn him sessions with the whip.
The cane spanking forcefully clarified his new status. Maintenance discipline would help him focus on good service and obedience.
The next morning, the women told Louis of their plans. They would keep him. They owned him. He would remain their slave. He was servant and plaything.
They would feed him, use him, torment him. He had no choice.
Louis’s days were busy with chores. He cooked, made beds, tended the yard and home.
Randi and Nina often pinched him. If displeased, either might slap his face. They spanked him daily.
They gave Louis permission to speak. Every sentence had to include the word, Mistress.
When they drank, the women often played cruel games. Louis came to accept this as their right. His free life had been filled with more torment.
The chastity device was a shock. He had no idea such things existed. He was permitted one release a week. Often, having nothing else to do he used to wank several times daily.
Louis’ confusion turned to bitter resentment. Then he softened. Randi and Nina were often cruel. But his life was better as their slave. They fed him. He had a decent place to sleep.
Louis no longer wanted freedom. Slavery was easier.
Acceptance became gratitude, eventually devotion and worship.
The women were surprised and pleased. His treatment became milder
They began to enslave other men. Hearing their screams, Louis discovered how cruel the women could be.
The women never kept the men they enslaved. Once the fun ended, they sold the man to a slaver.
Only Louis was their permanent slave.