The Instrument - Chapter Three - My Bondage
By Big Brother Alan
A mini-novel about sexual slavery, humiliation, degradation, redemption and escape


"Jessica, what are you doing? I'm not sure I like this while standing up."

"Shut up and only speak when I ask you a question."

"What? What the hell was going on here," I thought to myself. "Jessica, I
don't understand. I..." Ah, the pain was intense. All the more so since I
couldn't see it coming and since I was so close to an ejaculation. As quick as
lightning Jessica had clamped her hand around my balls and squeezed hard. I
doubled my legs up as the breath was taken out of me but then the pain from
the handcuffs holding all my weight almost equaled the sick feeling deep
inside my groin from her hold on me.

Jessica coldly said, "You're legs are squeezing my hand. I can't let go of you
until you stand on your feet and spread your legs a bit." I could barely
breathe let alone stand up. The pain was almost paralyzing. After a few
seconds I was able to suck in some air and unclench my legs. The last time I
felt that pain was as a ten year old in middle school. I don't think women can
fully understand that particular kind of pain. Yes, they have childbirth and
menstrual cramps and getting punched in the breasts can't feel too good but
having your balls crushed sends a unique kind of pain deep into the abdomen. I
don't think anything can quite compare to it. Jessica released her hold on my
balls and as she did so a second wave of pain and nausea swept over me. All I
could do was moan.

"Good. First off, don't talk. All will be explained soon enough. Secondly,
from this point on you are in training. You will be here as long as it takes.
I don't want to hear any whining or complaining about your treatment. If you
behave, you'll be treated with kindness. You will be fed and your hygienic
needs will be taken care of. I'll even provide you with books and music while
you are alone. Understand so far? Just nod your head yes or no."

I didn't understand. I didn't understand at all. But I nodded my head anyway.
She wiped away some spit that had drooled down the side of my mouth. Was this
just part of a very kinky sexual game she was playing? Or was she some kind of
demented lunatic, a serial killer even? I was feeling fear for the first time
today but I had only myself to kick. Adventure indeed!

"From this point on, you will remain nude and chained. Don't worry, though.
You won't have to remain standing. And I'll keep the temperature at a
comfortable setting."

I was losing my mind. Jessica must be some kind of psycho. On the slopes she
came across as a self assured professional woman. Then, the bet and the dare
turned her into a woman with a hunger in her eyes. She was scared on the
porch, almost trembling at times but inside she turned into the most sensual
woman I've ever encountered. Her touch was so gentle and kind. I imagined her
as a fragile lotus blossom hurt by too hard a rain or too harsh a sun. When
she examined me and lightly touched me and especially when she had me in her
mouth I thought she was going to climax, so much enjoyment did she derive from
it. And then, like the flip of a switch, she turned into a domineering control
freak. What have I gotten myself into?

"Some people will be coming by soon. You are to remain totally silent. If
someone asks you a question you are to answer respectfully. You are to address
everyone as "Mistress." That includes me from this point forward. As you have
probably guessed Jessica is not my name."

"And I'm not Kim." Kim's voice came to me from about fifteen feet away near
where I remember the sofa being. How long she had been there I do not know.
Had she come in soon after I was blindfolded? Had she witnessed Jessica's
examination of my body? Had she seen me in my aroused state as Jessica fondled
me and took me in her mouth? I guess I'll never know but it doesn't matter.
Both of them would come to know every inch of my body over the next weeks and
I would be forced to know every inch of theirs.

"Kim. Were you over there masturbating by yourself while Jessica had me in
her..." Ahhhh. The punishment was swift and harsh. Jessica had lashed me with
a whip of some sort, right across the backs of my legs. The stinging was harsh
enough at first blow but then it slowly built to a crescendo of hot fire until
slowly subsiding.

"You'll wish you had learned some respect before this day is out," Jessica
hissed through clenched teeth.

"Yes... It's an old habit of mine that I find hard to break. Ahhh." Another
lash, this time on my lower back.

"I told you to address us as 'Mistress.'"

The stinging was almost unbearable, like alcohol poured on an open cut. My
breath was slowly coming back to me. It galled me to play this dominatrix game
but right now my hands were tied and I was at their mercy. The handcuffs
holding me felt solid and the rings on the beam were capable of holding my
entire weight. At least as long as I was chained here I would have to play
along.

Kim approached me and examined the welts on my back and legs. "These welts
will hurt for a while but they're not bleeding. They won't leave any permanent
marks as long as you don't force us to whip you again."

"Mistress?" I asked.

"Yes. Speak."

"May I see you? This blindfold bothers me more than the handcuffs. Arrhhh."
Goddammit. Another lash, on my ass this time.

Jessica said, "You'll begin or end every sentence with 'Mistress.'
Understand?"

Through still gritted teeth I managed, "Yes, Mistress."

Kim said, "As for your blindfold, not just yet, male. In time." She had called
me "male." Is that how it was to be? I was just a male. No name, no
individuality. Perhaps it made it easier for them to degrade me, easier for
them to hurt me.

They left me standing there, my welts demanding my focused awareness. The two
girls seemed to be straightening up the cabin a bit. They didn't talk, at
least not where I could hear them. After about thirty minutes I heard the
sound of cars approaching and then a quiet knock on the door. Jessica walked
to my front, raised my penis with one hand and grasped my balls firmly but
without squeezing too hard and whispered in my ear, "Not a sound unless you
are addressed. They are all 'Mistress' to you. Understood?" I nodded my head
and she gave my balls a slight squeeze. "Say it."

"Yes, Mistress. I understand, Mistress."

She released me and went to open the door.