Where Femdom is the Norm
by Al / Alice
Last year I was legally her husband, but actually her slave. Our relationship had always been a Femdom lifestyle. When I married her, I signed everything over to her. Everything included five luxury apartment houses. Much of my time was spent managing the properties, too much for her liking. She engaged a management company to manage the buildings. They collected the rents, took care of all expenses, and sent her a check every month.
Now there was nothing to take up my time, so I could be her slave 24/7. She was still unsatisfied. She said that there were things she wanted to do with me but could not do where we lived. I knew how much she enjoyed whipping and torturing me. But she had to gag me to keep my screams from being heard by the neighbors and calling the police.
One day she told me that she had bought a house in a walled and gated community where she could enjoy whatever she wanted. Three days later a van came in the middle of the night. Along with the van there were a woman, and two men. Under the direction of the woman all of Mistress’ clothes were packed up and taken to the van.
Then all of Mistress’ special toys were packed and put in the van. Mistress indicated those items she wanted to keep. They were put in the van. Finally all of Mistress’ special equipment, the whipping bench, the St. Andrews cross, the stocks, and the whipping post were disassembled, and loaded into the van. The next day Goodwill came and took everything that was left, including all my clothes that I was not wearing.
When Goodwill left we went to the garage where her car was parked. The garage was empty, so Mistress ordered me to strip. Complying I stood there naked except for the lock-on chastity device Mistress put on me years before, and only removed for CBT. Mistress put my clothes in a bag, tied my hands behind my back, told me to remain silent, and ordered me to get in the trunk of the car.
From my cramped position in the dark trunk I could hear the car door close, the engine start, and feel the car move. How long the trip took, I can only guess. Was it three hours or four hours. I had no sense of time. All I know is she made three stops during the trip. Two I was sure were for gas, the other was longer she stopped to have a meal at a roadside dinner.
Finally, we reached our destination. I could hear Mistress talking to another woman. The woman said we were expected, and when the gate opens to drive to the car lot on the right and park. Then come to the gatehouse, someone would arrive shortly to take her to her new home.
Mistress parked the car and had me het out of the trunk. All my muscles ached from being cramped so long. Mistress attached a leash to my chastity device and had me follow her to the gate house. The woman at the gate was dressed in a police uniform. She seemed to not notice me at all.
It was like the sight of a naked man, hands tied behind his back, wearing a chastity device being led on a leash attached to his cock was a common sight to her. Mistress had me kneel as she waited for transportation.
The policewoman made a phone call, and a short time later a carriage pulled up at the gatehouse. Instead of being pulled by a horse, two naked slaves were hitched to it in tandem. Their hands were secured to their slave collars, and the carriage tongue ran between their legs. I could see that they were secured to the carriage tongue by their cocks and balls.
The woman driving it told Mistress that there is a hook on the back, and she should secure her slaves cock leash to it, then climb aboard. Once Mistress was seated in the carriage, the driver cracked a whip, one of the men screamed in pain, and we were off at the trot. Another whip crack, and scream, and the trot became a run. Tied to the carriage by my cock I was forced to run as well.
During the ride we passed a woman with a naked slave on a leash, he was on hands and knees crawling behind her like a pet dog. The woman waved at Mistress, and she waved back. We passed a house where a woman had a slave in a stock on the lawn, and she was whipping him, and he was screaming. This woman also waved as we passed.
We passed a wagon being drawn by six slaves, the woman driving it was standing over two other slaves who were exchanging full garbage cans with empty ones. The woman driving told Mistress that the household garbage is picked up daily. I saw another woman beating a screaming slave with a cane.
The woman driving the carriage told Mistress that the special package she ordered was waiting at the house. Arriving at the house there was a box waiting in the entrance. Inside the box there was a steel collar, and steel cuffs, both wrist and ankle. The box also contained a pop rivet tool, and rivets. The collar and cuffs were in two parts. Each part of the collar had a ring welded in the middle, and ears on each end. One set of ears was shorter than the other.
Both sets of ears had small holes that could be lined up to rivet the two sections together. The larger ears also had a hole in which a ring had been inserted, and welded closed. The cuffs were like the collar, except there were no rings welded to the center of each piece. After riveting the collar, and cuffs on me, Mistress said “Now you are properly dressed, slave”.
Without warning Mistress kicked my balls as hard as she could. Even with the chastity devise on the pain was excruciating, I screamed as I doubled over, and fell to the floor. Laughing as she stood over me as I was writhing in pain, Mistress said “Welcome to paradise slave, welcome to Materfamilias Estates“.