Fifty Shades of Submission (20 page)

The perfect instrument of
depravation and torture.

The
key to the chastity belt is on a thin gold chain and Amun gives the key to Saskia and my mistress slips the chain around her neck.

Then my mistress
gives a sign with the nod of her head and before I know what is happening her priestesses have dragged me down to the floor and overpowered me and they bind my hands and feet with nylon rope. My arms are quickly tied behind my back, so that I can barely move. Then they drag me to my feet and tie me to one of the heavy bed posts.

My mistress
swiftly approaches me, her white satin dress flowing about her like incandescent quicksilver, the wild flames of her hair flaring around her beautiful face. She stands in front of me with her hand planted arrogantly on one hip and utters a cold and callous laugh.

"
The playing of silly games has now come to an end between us, slave" she says coldly, venomously. "Now we will begin this unholy union of ours in dead earnest. What a fool you are! I laugh at your weak and stupid romanticism. I
despise
your sensitivity. In your pathetic, insane infatuation you have given yourself to me as a plaything. How could you be so stupid – so spineless? You are no longer a man in my eyes. How could I ever have thought that I could love anyone so weak and pitiful?  Now you are nothing more to me than my slave – an object to be tormented and tortured. From this day on you are completely at my mercy - even if I choose to torture you to death! Now you shall really begin to know the
real
me! You will begin to understand the real woman you have unleashed within me! You think you know me, slave? You think you love me? Well, we’ll see about that!”

I begi
n to tremble at the cold hatred in her voice and eyes.

"
Give me the whip
!” my mistress commands, with a terrible and unearthly calm. Her priestess Amun hands it to her. It’s not the whip of old, it is a new cat-o-nine-tails with deadly knotted leather tentacles.

“You
will now taste the wrath of my whip in all seriousness, slave! I have soaked it in salt water and vinegar so that each lash from burns excruciatingly and heightens the pain. If it’s suffering you crave then I will happily supply it! Here’s your punishment for daring to defile my body!" With a wild grace she swings her arm through the air and strikes me hard across my naked buttocks.

The
whip lashes like a searing knife into my flesh and, as promised, each blow stings like white-hot fire.

"
Well, how do you like that?"
she cries, eyes wild. “
Do you still love me now
?”

I
make no sound.

“
Answer me when I speak to you, slave!” another vicious lash across my back.

“Yes, mistress
, I still love you!”

"
Just wait, you will soon whine like a dog in agony!
I will not stop flogging you until you whimper and beg for the mercy of your mistress!" She strikes me again and again.

The blows fa
ll with terrific force on my back, arms, thighs, and buttocks, slicing into my flesh.  Warm blood runs down my back. I see now why everything in this room is red. It is to be my torture chamber where my blood can flow freely without being noticeable on the carpet, curtains or walls.

My
mistress laughs insanely and continues with her blows.

I
fall back against my restraints, drifting into consciousness. I black out completely and Amun hurls cold water in my face and I come to in a sea of pain. My mistress has finally stopped beating me. Her breasts are heaving from exertion and her eyes are wild with excitement.

"
Oh what a joy it is to have a man so completely in my power!”
she exclaims and laughs cruelly. “A man who professes to love me – to adore and worship me!”

She
pushes her face up close to mine. It is ugly and coarse, distorted by savage brutality. “
Well, do you still love me? Do you even know what love is?
Are you still confusing it with the pleasure of sticking your cock into me and raping me? Oh! I'll tear you to shreds yet - with each blow my pleasure grows.
Now, twist like a worm and scream – whimper all you can! You will find not a drop of mercy in me!"

She flogs me once again but finally
she is spent and tosses the cat-o-nine-tails aside and collapses on the chaise, breathing hard. "Untie him!" she commands her priestesses.

As they loosen the rope
s I fall to the floor, my legs unable to hold me. Osiris grins, amused, showing perfect white teeth.

"Come over here,
slave, and kneel down before me!" my mistress commands.

I
crawl in a painful daze on my hands and knees and kneel before my mistress

“Kiss my foot!
" she commands. She extends her bare foot and I press my lips to it submissively.

"
From now on you will be naked at all times. Understand?”

“Yes, mistress.”

She holds out her hand. “You may kiss my hand and thank me for your punishment.”

I take her hand and press it to my lips. “Thank you for punishing me, mistress
, I know I deserved it.”

“
What is your mantra, slave? Assume the devotion position and recite it to me.”

I kneel down unti
l my forehead touches the floor with my arms outstretched on the floor behind me in complete supplication. She rests her feet on my back like a footstool as I begin to chant:

"I am a slave to my owner and mistress. The only purpose of my entire existence is to obey, worship and serve my mistress.  I am nothing in the presence of this goddess. Every wish of my mistress is my immediate command. I will submit to the will and authority of my mistress and will submit myself to her punishment. My mistress’s every desire is absolute."

“How worthless are you, slave?” my mistress taunts.

“I am more worthless than
the dirt beneath your feet, mistress,” I answer, without raising my head up off the floor.

She prods my ribs with her foot.
“What is the sole purpose of your miserable, worthless existence, slave?”
“I exist only to obey, serve and worship you, my goddess.”

“What about your cock, slave?”

“What about it, mistress?”

“Does it exist for your pleasure or mine?”

“My cock exists entirely for your pleasure, mistress.”

“Do you want to fuck me, slave?”

“Only if my mistress wishes it.”

“Do you want to rape me?”

“Only if my mistress requires it.”

“Sudden
ly the butt plug up my anus springs to life and begins to vibrate.

“Do you enjoy that, slave?”

“Only if it pleases my mistress.”

“Unlock the chastity belt and put him in the iron maiden,” my mistress commands
the two women.

Iron maiden?
Confused, I look about the room. I watch, stunned, as Osiris pulls back one of the heavy crimson velvet drapes and exposes the steel torture device. She unlatches it and the steel door swings open, exposing a red baize interior with steel spikes in every direction. It is an exact replica of the iron maidens built in medieval the 18
th
century.

I am in a stupor of pain and
horror and in no position even to offer the feeblest resistance as the two black women haul me to my feet and drag me across the room and push me backward into the torture device. The spikes immediately bite into my flesh. There are built-in steel manacles and the women lock my wrists and ankles to the walls of the maiden so that I am unable to move, and then attach a ball gag to my mouth, tying the leather strap tightly behind my head.

T
hey slam the steel door shut and I am encased in hell.

The iron maiden has been designed to vaguely follow the outline of a man’s head and shoulders and in the head part of the steel
box there is a grill so that I can see through it into the room. A hole has also been cut into the steel in the genital area. I realize then that the iron maiden is a perfect fit for a man of my physique and height and I with absolute certainty, that Saskia has had it especially designed and built for me. She has been planning this for weeks.

My mistress approaches the torture device and she laughs maliciously at me through the grill. “Have I surpassed your wildest fantasies, slave? You’re lucky I have had
the spikes modified so that the sharp points are rounded off. I want you to suffer – not bleed to death. Just yet.” She adds with malevolent glee.”

She turns
to Osiris. “Get is cock out. I want to see it on display at all times.”

Osiris rummaging somewhere at the front of the iron maid
en out of my line of sight and to my surprise I feel her hands on me as she threads my penis and testicles through the small hole in the metal door so that my genitals hang outside the iron maiden, vulnerable and exposed.

“Do you realise how easy it would be for me to castrate you at this moment, slave?” my mistress crowed with delight.
“Perhaps I should turn you into a eunuch. Eunuchs make perfect slaves.” She grabbed my penis and gave it a sharp twist. “I could cut your cock and balls off right now and you wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it.”

She turns
to her two priestesses. “Amun, bring me my dagger! It’s on the bedside table.”

My eyes widen and I begin to squirm in horror as Amun places
a small ornamental dagger in Saskia’s hands.

My mistress stares
at me gloatingly through the metal grill. “The thought of castrating you is very appealing to me, slave! Have you not raped me several times? Have you not been pinning me on my back for weeks now, forcing me to open my legs for your disgusting sexual pleasure? Isn’t it time I paid you back?” She presses the sharp knife point into my scrotum.

Please!
I tried to scream.
Please don’t!
But of course from past experience I knew it was useless trying to make any sound with a ball gag shoved in your mouth and strapped to your head.

I was completely helpless and at her mercy.

I felt the sharp tip of her dagger press into the base of my cock. “I warned you not to put yourself in my hands,” my mistress says, staring at me malevolently through the grill. “But at last I have you where I want you. Perhaps I’ll leave your castration for another day –
after
I’ve had my fun with you!”

She turns
to her accomplices. “
Osiris! Amun!
Do whatever you want with his cock and balls!”

My mistr
ess slips her gown off her shoulders and it falls to the floor and she steps out of it naked and goes and lies down on her bed and watches while her minions go to work on me. For the next few hours they alternate between arousing and torturing me. They message my cock until I’m hard and then they suck me off, and each time I ejaculate they punish me with cock and ball torture by sticking hypodermic needles into my penis and beating it with a thin bamboo rod and punching my testicles until I scream and pass out with pain, then they revive me with smelling salts pushed through the grill, only to restart the hellish cycle once again.

The torture goes
on throughout the night until I pass out completely.

My mistress keeps me locked up in the steel torture cage for days until I am so weak from pain and torture and lack of food and water that they are unable to revive me any longer and as a consequence, no longer able to enjoy torturing me.

When I regain consciousness I am lying naked
on my stomach on my bed, locked into that damnable steel chastity belt once more. I am delirious with pain and feel as though I am dying of thirst. There is a pitcher of water on the floor next to my bed and I lift it feebly to my mouth and drink ravenously like a dying man in a desert.

I drift back into
a deep comatose sleep. The days drift by. I don’t see anyone and each time I awake there’s a fresh pitcher of water and some dry bread and soup on the floor beside my bed. I force myself to eat.

As each day goes by I grow stronger and sleep less and my wounds begin to heal. I wish I had some books to read but my mistress has stripped me of all my possessions. She has confiscated my clothes
as well so I have no choice but to remain naked – ‘dressed’ only in the repulsive stainless steel chastity belt.

I begi
n to sit out in the courtyard and go for short walks in the garden to try and regain my strength. I do not see my mistress at all. She does not summon me nor do I catch any glimpse of her. I am beginning to wonder if she has left, but to my relief I see that her car is still parked in the old shed at the back of the farmhouse.