enslave.txt I found myself traveling through the town of my youth. As I was driving my thoughts turned to my first love, Kathy. Never had I experienced such passion. Never had I been treated with such disdain. She was a beautiful strawberry blond, with small sculptured breasts, lovely long legs, and a shapely ass that stirred passion from just watching her walk. Her strawberry blond curls made her nether region the most enticing I have ever seen. I remembered those nights in the car out by the lake. My recollections dwelled on the first time when she begged me to penetrate her and made me worship her forever. The trip to the beach where we made sweet love in the dunes, all was coming back to me with such clarity and force as to cause a throbbing erection. That was when I decided to drive out to her old place and when my story truly begins. She used to live in a large sprawling ranch house with her parents. It was just outside the city limits on a large ranch. The house was set back about a mile from the highway. The only thing that marked her place was a gate in the never ending fence and an old rickety mailbox with her last name scrawled in handpainted letters. As I drove out of town I remembered how she had left me for another. The ache in my heart and loins was as fresh as when she told me she was leaving. It seemed like only yesterday that I was humiliated and left just a shell of a man. I thought I had recovered over the years. My tendency to sit heavy on the gas and the need to adjust my sitting position for my enlarged organ proved that I hadn't. As I pulled up to the gate everything was just as I remembered it, except the fence. The fence was now chest high and had a sign on it. It read: ABSOLUTELY NO TRESPASSING FENCE IS ELECTROCUTED TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT The mailbox was still there with the same scrawled letters and the gate was open. Reason told me to obey the sign but I knew the fire in my pants would win out. I could not bear the thought of leaving if she might still live there. So I drove very slowly through the gate. The gate closed behind me with a loud clang. I turned around and stared at the gate. Something inside me said that I might never leave this place. As I turned to the front I was confronted by two beautiful women on horseback. I stared at the one on my side of the car. Her shiny black hair lay over her bare shoulders. She wore a strapless black leather bodice that just barely covered her ample breasts. It was cut away in the back covering only her lower vertebrae. Rather than jeans under her black leather chaps she wore only a leather bikini brief. She had both a riding crop and a short whip formed from 9 small cut strips of black leather. These were attached to her chaps rather than the saddle. In her hand she held a sharp lance which was pointed at the front tire of the car. She asked "Why are you here?" I swallowed hard and adjusted my rock hard member before asking for Kathy's parents. She commanded "They are dead, now leave." My hands began to tremble as I tried to think of how to dispute this beautiful vision clad in only black leather. It sounded like I was whispering when I tried to boldly ask for Kathy. She stared at me sternly and responded "Who's asking?" My voice squeaked as I gave my name. She removed a small hand held radio from her saddle and quietly spoke into it. I looked over at the other guard. She was clad exactly the same to include the riding crop, whip, and lance. The only differences were that her breasts were slightly smaller and her facial features less severe. I felt the sweat trickle down my side. Then the first guard said "The MISTRESS will see you. Leave your window down and drive at a slow and even speed. Any misstep will cause you great pain." She then raised her lance to my neck. My emotions swirled and my stomach turned over. The MISTRESS?? She had said it with such emphasis. Could Kathy be a ruler over these incredible Amazonian women? A prod with the lance brought me back to my senses and I started slowly down the road, being careful not to get stabbed. As the three of us passed the tree line and descended below the hill. We could not be seen from the highway and we were joined by four more riders. These were clad much as the guards except in brown leather. The bodice was replaced by a corset which provided underwire support to their boobs while riding but left their nipples visible. These girls were in English saddles and as the first one passed me to the front of the car my cock jumped. These girls did not have bikini briefs!! As she posted in the saddle I saw her comely ass exposed to the air. She also had a riding crop attached to her chaps but no whip. The next girl displayed something that made my heart stop. As her butt came posting out of the saddle, I saw some red stripes that looked to be caused by one of the whips the guards were carrying. My erection was now chafing my stomach it was so hard. Each of these four new riders was beautiful. It was all I could do to keep from stopping the car and just staring in awe. However, the ever present lance at my neck kept me driving easy and looking straight ahead. When we arrived at the house the guard ordered me to stop the car and get out. The sweat was now rolling down my back and side. I turned off the car and wondered again if I would ever be allowed to leave this place with so many strong beautiful women. I stepped out of the car and closed the door. The guard again put the lance to my neck and ordered me to place my hands on top of the car and spread my legs. She then called to one of the riders. The second brown clad rider I had seen immediately responded "Yes, Ma'am!". It was obvious as the rider dismounted that she had indeed been whipped with one of the leather whips laying ready at the guards' hips. As she turned around I was able to see her beautiful bush framed by her chaps. When she touched me my body quivered. She was so beautiful and her nipples were brushing across my back as she roughly searched me. She then removed my wallet and confirmed to the guard that I was who I said I was. The guard then told her to get my keys. As she placed her hand in my pocket she grabbed my cock and gave several strokes. My knees almost gave out. Then she threw my keys to the guard. Now I knew that I was not likely to leave. The other three riders dismounted. Their muffs were just as beautiful framed between their chaps. With the one who had been whipped in front, another behind me, and one holding each arm I was led towards the house. The guards galloped away. As we entered the house I saw several girls scurry out of sight. They were wearing a see through shift that rustled when they moved. The woman behind me locked the door with a key. As I followed I watched the stripes move on the beautiful buttocks in front of me. That whipping must of really hurt. I imagined what it must have been like. That beautiful upturned ass awaiting the stinging caress of the whip. That guard must have been standing over her. The guard's long back hair resting over her shoulders as her breasts moved within the tight leather bodice. With her arm raised high and then swinging down wrapping the whip around the quivering buns. As the girl squirmed and her cheeks tightened even more severely the arm must have been raised again, only to bring the whip whistling down onto her bare flesh. I imagined her crying as she was striped over and over again. I was scared. Did Kathy really still live here? Who was The MISTRESS? Would I receive the same treatment as the brown rider? As I entered the doorway of the main room I looked up from the abused buns in front of me. The sight that greeted left me standing with my jaw hanging open. There was Kathy! She was lounging on a settee that sat on a raised platform in the middle of the room. She was wearing a white lace corset with garters and white stockings. Her high heeled shoes were also white, but her pussy was clothed only with those beautiful strawberry blond curls. About the room were four of the women in see through shifts. Two of them had a tray of food and drink. One of them had a tray with brushes and combs. The fourth girl's silver tray contained an assortment of leather and wooden whips and paddles. As I was staring with my jaw open and my cock aching I felt my arms being lifted. By time I turned my eyes to investigate my arms had been chained to the wall and the riders were pulling my legs closer to the wall to be chained as well. I tried to resist but the riders were very strong and I did not have use of my arms. So there I stood chained spread eagle fashion in the doorway. Kathy stood up and walked towards me. My eyes drank in every movement. The slender legs and alluring sway mesmerized me. When she came over and kissed me I thought I would explode in my pants right then and there. I was kept standing only by the chains which secured me in an upright position. I ached for her, would have done anything to have her caress me and love me. Kathy backed away and turned her beautiful ass towards me. Then she swayed to the platform and back. I knew then she was teasing me. In my helpless position there was nothing I could do. As well, the riding crops that the brown riders were carrying and the collection of whips and paddles on the tray had me scared. All I could do is moan Kathy's name. She came back to me and began slowly, teasingly to unbutton my shirt. As she did so she explained that this was a training camp for Mistresses. She said that the program lasted at least a year and sometimes up to five depending on the individual girl. She made a sweeping gesture with her arms and said "every girl you see or have seen here is a Dominatrix in training, except me." Kathy then looked me deep in the eye and with a force I never felt or heard in anyone else's voice. She said "I am the head Mistress here." I couldn't help but tremble inside. She made me feel weak and insecure. This woman that I had loved since high school was truly the master of my destiny. By this time, my shirt was completely open and I was openly quivering in desire and anticipation. I felt one of the riders cut my shirt sleeves so that the shirt fell untended to the ground. Immediately a girl clad only in a chastity belt came darting out of a hall from off of the main room. She picked up the shirt and went dashing out the other side. Kathy began to slowly unbuckle my belt as she went on with her explanation. "Every girl who comes in the front gate loses her name. She is given a title which changes with her station in the camp. The guards dressed in black are the most senior. There are only four at a time. The most advanced is titled Hilda. She was who spoke to you. Her companion is Heloise the lowest of the guards. The others are Helga and Helen. They guard the camp by twos for an 8 hour shift during the day. At night the fence is turned up to full power and the dogs are set loose. There is no way in or out of the camp without my permission. Each guard supervises two riders. Just as the guards titles begin with an H, lower in the alphabet than Kathy, the riders titles begin with E. The girl who searched you and with whose ass you seemed mesmerized until you saw me is Ellen. She is the most advanced of the riders. As for her rear, you will see a lot of them that look like hers around here." With that she whipped the belt out of my trousers with a swoosh sound. Then she began to undo my trousers and continued talking. "There are 8 trainees who are allowed to serve me. There titles begin with C and they are supervised by the four most advanced riders. The four junior riders supervise the lowest level of trainee. The girl who just picked up your shirt is one of them. Their titles begin with B and should only be seen cleaning as that is their only function until their advancement." With that she began removing my trousers. The two servants who were holding the food trays, obviously level C trainees, put them down and ran over to my feet. They began to remove my shoes. I saw their pretty backs clearly through their gown as they bent over their task. Kathy dropped my trousers the rest of the way to the ground. From behind me I felt one of the riders cut my trousers off just as the girls finished removing my shoes. Kathy turned again and swayed her lucious buns back to the settee. She snapped her fingers and the girl with the tray of brushes came to her. Kathy removed a pair of scissors from the tray and the girl immediately returned to her post. There I stood chained spread eagled in the doorway wearing nothing but my underwear which was lifted away from my waist by the tip of my penis poking out the top. I had no clothes, no identification, no car keys and was surrounded by beautiful women each of which was a Dominatrix. My throat was dry, my heart was pounding, and I had a sickening feel in my stomach. But, the excitement in my body was overwhelming and tremors of anticipation were spreading throughout. While Kathy played with the scissors she went on with her narrative. "Everyone here refers to me as head Mistress. The girls refer to anyone their senior as Mistress. Any of the girls may punish anyone less advanced with 6 swats using whatever whip they are authorized. If they are authorized a whip they carry it on them, otherwise they use their hands. When punishing someone whose title indicates she is on a lower level, they can use 12 swats. If two or more levels then 24 swats." I felt the sweat gathering around my underwear as Kathy left the settee teasing me with every step moving those lovely curls closer to me. "If that is not sufficient, as it often is not then the matter must be presented to me. If I approve then punishment is given with the paddles and whips you see Carolyn holding. I choose how many swats. I may or may not choose to inflict them myself. We have a punishment room with lots of aids." With the scissors she began cutting away at my underwear until it was held on by four tiny strands of fabric. Then the riders, with their soft tits rubbing my back, undid my arms and traded them so that my arms were crossed over my head and rechained them. They grabbed my legs and forced me to turn around. The chained my legs back to the wall. Now I was facing the entryway we came in. I saw a B level trainee in a chastity belt run in and remove my trousers and shoes. My ass was to her as Kathy said "If the punishment is to be public I chain them in this doorway so all can see from the main room." Then I realized my true predicament. The paddles and whips were ready, Kathy was ready, and my body was in the perfect spot. Kathy ripped the underwear off my body. She began caressing by buns as she added, "Your name shall be Adam. The first man to live in this camp." Now I knew why she had done so much explaining. I was to be the first level in the alphabet. I was to live there with no escape. Spanked by any of the girls, even the lowly ones in chastity belts with 12 to 24 swats for any reason whatsoever. I heard Carolyn swishing over to Kathy. I heard her remove a paddle. She swung it through the air. I heard the whistle as it flew. But it didn't land. She gave me a hug and began rubbing the round leather paddle on my stomach and over the top of my cock. Then she began rubbing it on my quivering ass. I felt it leave my ass and heard it swoosh. I tightened up and bucked against my chains. But nothing happened. She was teasing me. She used to always tease me. I relaxed and even smiled as I heard the paddle whistle again. Then CRACK!!!!! the paddle was buried into my unprotected ass. I fell against the chains. The sting went straight through me making my cock bounce and jump. I felt my cheeks turning red. Then the whistle and CRACK!!!!! again. If possible harder than the first. I squirmed and moaned. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. Three quick swats and I began to cum. She was hitting so hard, nothing could compare. My cum was shooting in quick bursts hitting the riders in front of me on their leather bodices and drenching their tits. And again CRACK!!!!!! My butt was on fire and I started begging her to stop. Completely humiliated I didn't care what I said as long as she would stop. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. Three more quick swats. Now I was crying, my butt cheeks were on fire. She then layed in with rapid succession. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. And again, and again. By the time she had gotten to the 24th swat I couldn't even tighten my buns anymore. I hung there in the chains, with my ass a deep crimson red, my cum all over the floor and the riders. I was spent. Openly crying like a babe I begged for respite. Kathy responded "Anyone without a chastity belt can give you that many stripes. Don't let me catch you in any indiscretion. When I catch someone I punish their supervisors and them. That means for Babette I would punish her then Elizabeth then Helen. Helen would then punish Elizabeth and Babette. Elizabeth would then punish Babette. Triple jepordy. You will report to Ellen and to Hilda the most senior and strongest of their levels." Then she left me hanging there. Babette and Bambi came in and started licking the cum from the riders. When the were finished, the licked it off of me. My cock started to harden again as Bambi expertly cleaned it with her tongue. Babette was equally efficient with my legs and balls. As soon as they were done the left without a word. Ellen and Evelyn took me down from the chains and led me to the bathroom where a bath had already been drawn. Ellen commanded me to get myself completely clean. I was then left alone in the bath, the lowest slave in a house of Mistresses. I tried to sit down in the bathtub. My ass aching and still on fire. The water did little to cool it down and sitting was impossible. I finally laid on my stomach and rubbed my tender buns. They were still warm. Then I asked myself what made me cum? I had never cum without my tool being touched. As much as it hurt, feeling my warm ass cheeks with my hands was giving me another hard on. Then I remembered the last thing Ellen said, "make sure you are completely clean." I also remembered that she carried at her side a riding crop, and would give me 24 swats with it without any provocation. I decided to scrub. Just as I was finishing, Ellen came in. She didn't knock or warn me she was coming. Why should she? I was her slave. She had changed her chaps for brown garters, stockings and shoes. Her leather corset had been replaced by a lace one. And of course, there was a place on the garter belt to hang her brown riding crop. She commanded me to dry off. My response was a meek "Yes, Mistress." Bambi and Babette came in still wearing their chastity belts. Both of them had round breasts that were topped with large round nipples. They were each holding a can of Nair. When Ellen told me to stand spread eagled as I had been in the doorway earlier, I hesitated. One look at her riding crop reminded me of the welts on her lovely ass and I immediately assumed the position. Bambi and Babette began covering my body with Nair. From my neck to my the tips of my toes. Ellen set down the rules: Address everybody as Mistress. Do as you are told without hesitation. Memorize who is senior to whom and remember it at all times. Always obey the most senior if there is a conflict. If someone punishes you for disobeying because a senior told you to, do not resist. When the punishment is completed then tell Ellen. Do not speak without permission. Do not touch your penis without permission. Do not cum without begging for permission. Thank anyone who punishes you for the whipping. Grow a beard and a mustache but keep them trimmed. Be meticulous that no other body hair show. She then gave me a chart with everybody's title. Kathy Hilda Ellen Carolyn Cynthia Eddie Cynthia Corin Helga Esther Connie Cunt Ethel Cherry Chastity Helen Edna Babette Bridgette Elizabeth Barbara Bambi Heloise Emily Brenda Bernice Evelyn Beverly Blair Bambi and Babette began rubbing me. Softly at first giving me warm feelings. Then with more vigor as they rubbed all the hair off of my shoulders, back, and chest. Then they worked their way down my legs brushing their tits over my body as they went. Then they pushed my sore butt cheeks apart and began to remove the hair in my crack. Not only did my buns ache but the Nair stung as well. Then Bambi grabbed my cock and balls while Babette rubbed all the hair off the surrounding area. With the shower head they rinsed me off. There I stood as hairless as a newborn babe. My cock and balls waving in the cool air. It looked very strange. I began to feel like less than a man. As Bambi and Babette dried me off they began rubbing their bodies on mine. Their soft skin was wonderful against my hairless body. Ellen then said, "One more thing. The B level girls are only allowed to wear Chastity belts until they are promoted. They will not be allowed to cum until that time. If you help them obtain sexual release you will be severely punished." With that she took her riding crop and lightly swatted my hard dick. OH! That stung. Ellen left the room. Bambi asked me if I liked not having any hair. I said "No." Bambi immediately sat in a chair and said, "I, like everyone else here am your Mistress. Lay across my lap!" I turned with a pleading look to Babette, but she only smiled. As I draped myself across her lap she caught my cock between her bare legs and squeezed. It felt good but I knew I wasn't going to be able to get up until she let me. She then rubbed her hands across my bare ass and said, "they are still red, but have lost their glow." With that she slapped my butt as hard as she could. It was already tender from having been spanked earlier, and still slightly wet from the bath. So when her hand hit my ass it really hurt. Again her hand came swinging down spanking my ass. This was harder than the first stroke! I pled, "Mistress Bambi, I didn't mean any disrespect, this is just new to me. Please don't spank me anymore." SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! I was squirming from the pain but my cock was imprisoned between her legs. She stopped only long enough to say, "maybe this will help you remember" and added 5 more strokes in rapid succession. My ass was burning and cherry red when she took a deep breath before the 11th swat and delivered her hardest one yet. I was crying as she lifted a little out of her seat for leverage and brought her hand crashing down onto my abused flesh a final time. I was still crying and looking at my cherry red ass in the mirror when Ellen returned with a cock cage. She locked my quivering member inside. Bambi said, "Request permission to speak Mistress Ellen." I looked at Bambi. She had the same smile on her face as when she told me to lay across her lap. Quickly, before Ellen responded I said, "Thank you, Mistress Bambi for my punishment." She replied, "Your welcome. I hope it helps you remember. Besides, I enjoyed having your throbbing cock sandwiched between my legs and watching your red ass squirm." Ellen led me back to the main room. I had no body hair, glowing buns and was wearing a cock cage. In the main room all of the women were gathered. Kathy the Head Mistress stood on her podium in black corset and garters with perfect red ribbon garnishing her breasts and pussy. Facing her were the guards. They were also wearing black corsets and garters. Instead of red trim they had their whips and riding crops for adornment. The riders were clad in the same uniform, except brown. Behind them stood the trainee level C's in their beautiful see through chemise's. Last were the trainee level B's naked except for their chastity belts. Ellen whispered to me to kneel before the podium as my escorts joined the assemblage. Head Mistress Kathy told all that I was the lowest. That I should be treated and punished as if I was in training as they were. She clarified that I must always be available to her and should not be taking over the responsibilities of any of the other trainees. She also said that I must be able to cum for her on command. If I am unable to the last person who spent my cum, their supervisors, and my supervisors would be punished. She looked at me and said, "Adam if Bambi made you cum and you are not able to cum for me I will whip you then Helen, Elizabeth, Bambi, Hilda, and Ellen. Each of which I am sure will spank you also. So unless you want to be spanked 6 times, always cum when I tell you to." She next told Hilda and Ellen to get me into shape. With that she left. Ellen told me to follow her. I responded "Yes, Mistress." In Head Mistress Kathy's bedroom suites she had me kneel. She placed her foot on my shoulder and unstrapped her spike heeled shoe. Then she unhooked her garter and started unrolling her stocking. I shuddered with anticipation. Looking up her leg I saw her beautiful pussy with the lips poking out of her strawberry blond curls. She did the same with her other foot and then removed her corset. She commanded me to kiss every inch from her toe to her bush. I did. Placing each kiss tenderly and lovingly. I was overcome with enjoyment. I buried my face in her muff until I thought I couldn't stand it anymore. Then she took me over to her bed and invited me inside her. I came almost instantly. Shuddering with such strength I almost passed out. This morning is a new day. My buns still hurt, and I'm wearing my cock cage again. But I'm happy.