Conquered

Chapter 7

When the day of the party arrived that weekend, I was nervous as could be. Jennifer had freshly shaven my genitals and attached my chastity belt. I busied myself with preparing the tea and snacks while She lounged around watching videos of Herself fucking me with Her strap-on (which, since She constantly reminded me with loud shouts while I was working on the tea, I knew would I would be experiencing again later tonight) and getting Her cunt eaten out. When the first guests were arriving at the door, She spontaneously decided I was to wear a tutu to serve them. I quickly put it on and rushed to the door to greet them, but it was too late. They had already seated themselves. I ran towards them and began to beg forgiveness, but was silenced by a slap from my Master. “Do not under any conditions speak unless spoken to, do you hear me?” She barked under Her breath.“Yes, Master” I whispered. I turned to the guests, a pair of elderly women (perhaps early 60’s). I got down on my hands and knees to kiss their feet. I took their orders, posed for them, and took pleasure in letting them rub their hands all over my body (I was under strict orders not to ejaculate, but the belt was making that impossible anyway). For the first time, it was almost enjoyable for me to be a slave, humiliated in this way. That is, until one of the ladies, Joyce, called out to my Owner, asking Her for Her strap-on. “I mean to take this young lad and show him his place… on his knees screaming in pain, submitting to the power of his superior female conquerors.” Jennifer looked at me. “I think that’s a great idea, what do you think, Jake?” I gulped. “Yes, it is. I need to be shown my place underneath You.” Joyce just laughed. “You couldn’t possibly understand the depths of your inferiority and servitude to us. You’re just mindlessly repeating what we say. Hands and knees, bitch.” I complied with a cock as stiff as an oak tree (though stifled by the belt). Joyce continued as she grabbed the strap-on from my Master’s hand and fastened it on. “Pull the bottom of your tutu aside, give me a path to that ass.” I complied, holding the slip of fabric to the side and wishing the fucking to come and go quickly. “Now, slave, beg me for five minutes to fuck you brutally. Tell me why you need me to destroy your ass. Tell me why you need a woman to dominate you and wreck you and rule over you. Five full minutes, slave. I’m counting.” I gulped. I could see the other ladies my Master had invited were filing in—most of them in their 40’s or 50’s. I knew nothing but sheer unmitigated obedience, self-castigation, and self-humiliation would be accepted.

“Please, Joyce, take me swiftly, take me strongly, take me roughly, take me powerfully. I am nothing, a lowlife slave that needs brute force to train him and teach him. I am a male, the lowest sort of human, the inferior gender that exists only to serve the superior females and help replicate the species. I am incapable of life on my own and need the command of a woman to live a successful life. I will never know true peace or contentedness or fulfillment apart from total submission and domination from a woman. As true as this is, because I am a pitiful wretch and a flawed male, I fail at my one true calling in life and need to be reminded painfully of my eternal role in life—underneath a female. My only goal is to serve women, my rulers and queens. My one Ruler, Jennifer, values you as a woman, and therefore I beg of you to use your full knowledge of my pathetic state to humiliate me, overpower me, torment me, demolish me, and eradicate all parts of me that are not fully ready to submit completely to all feminine power forever. I beg you, ravage me physically if that is what you desire, but since you know best of all how to establish your powerful gender as totally superior in my pitiful male mind, please do whatever you can to set in my mind the permanent idea that I am nothing but a slave and that my eternal place and the only reason why I live today is to serve as a slave to women. Though I belong to Jennifer, as She controls me and has granted you permission to use me, I am completely obligated and forced to submit to your every desire. I am your bitch and you are my master now. Take me, dominate me, and use me however you like. Make me a better slave to my Master. Please, I beg of you, rape me now! Take me! Humiliate me! Control me! Conquer me!”

The room was filled with scattered applause. Jennifer smiled. “It would seem that you almost know your place, bitch.” I just whimpered, “Please, Joyce, please fuck me, and let me get back to serving you and all these magnificent superiors of mine.” I didn’t believe half of what I was saying, maybe even less. But it was easy to say, it sounded like it was true (at least it was making my current ghastly situation make sense), and I figured if I said it enough it either would get them off of me or it would become true for me, and either way I’d be better off. Joyce grinned. “Let this show you what it takes to truly submit, boy!” And instantly, without any lube or further warning, I felt all five inches of the strap-on rage through my anus. I cried in pain and started screaming. The rape didn’t last that long according to my Master’s account, but it was painful enough that I actually blacked out and didn’t wake up until after the fucking was over. Jennifer dumped a pitcher of cold water onto my face to startle me enough to wake up. “Get your ass moving. We’re waiting for you to provide the entertainment.”

Chapter 8

Upon getting up, I realized someone had removed my tutu and I was butt naked except for my chastity belt. At this point I didn’t even care—humiliation would never feel the same ever again for me after my utter destruction from Joyce. I wandered towards the tables to the sound of catcalls and cheers. I hadn’t been informed about any special duties I would have for the evening other than serving as a waiter, so I went to one of the five tables my Master had set up. “How may I serve you, ma’am?” I asked the first lady I saw. “With your tongue between my legs, sonny!” the woman replied. “Umm, I think I can get you tea…” I stuttered, not sure if I should obey Jennifer or her. “Ha, don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, boy, tea’ll do just fine.” I was never going to get used to this. Thoughts of my domination just fifteen minutes prior were swimming through my head. I took the orders of the other ladies at her table and ran off to the kitchen. Jennifer was there, taking the last kettle of tea off the stove. Without a word She left the room, simply smiling at me. I knew She had a surprise for me. I served all five tables and then made the rounds again. I had gotten through most people’s orders a second time when Jennifer called out for me. “Slave, I believe I need to go to the bathroom. Which means so do you.” I followed Her with some trepidation. She laid me flat on the bathroom tile floor, with my head near the toilet and my feet facing the door. “I’m not chaining you down because if you falter at all in your requirements tonight I will destroy anything and everything you have ever held dear. So I trust you here. You must obey those who will come in here later just like you obey me.” She removed Her panties — pink — and placed them on me over my chastity belt and my extraordinarily sore ass. She sat down on the toilet and commanded, “Lick my feet, worm.” I had never been one to have a foot fetish, and this disgusted me to no end. Still, it wasn’t as if I had a choice. I gently licked Her feet until I heard Her reach for toilet paper and wipe. “Here, take this.” She grabbed a fresh, long sheet of toilet paper. “Tie on this paper like a gag, okay? I don’t want anyone abusing that tongue of yours.” I did so, but then wondered… what were my superiors going to do with me if they had no access to my penis, ass, or tongue? Gaze at me? She walked out, slamming the door behind Her. I heard Her muffled voice yelling at Her guests but failed to hear any words in particular. Suddenly the door opened wide and I saw one of my Master’s guests. She shut the door, knelt down on my chest, and whispered, “How does it feel to be so owned?” With my gag on, I didn’t have to answer, which worked because words would have failed me anyway. She removed her panties (bright yellow) and put them over Jennifer’s on my crotch. She used the bathroom, wiped her hands on my abdomen, and left without saying another word. A stream of women entered the bathroom, took off their panties, put them on me, used the bathroom, and left. Only one, a girl about my age, dared remove my gag and command me to eat her out. She was gorgeous and already very turned on; it didn’t take more than a couple minutes before her juices fell all over my face in a blissful orgasmic storm. She washed my face off, re-tied my gag, and then flushed the toilet (though she hadn’t used it), sneaking out without anyone noticing her having used the facilities in a rather unique way. I felt confused and dismayed but I didn’t know what was happening here.

Finally Jennifer retrieved me from the bathroom. “Ladies, I have an announcement to make. Two months ago, I captured and claimed this young man as my possession.” A round of cheers came from the audience, who had clearly substituted some alcoholic beverages for the tea during my stay in the bathroom. “I stripped him of his pride, his dignity, his social life, his hopes, his dreams, his possessions…” she paused for emphasis… “his clothing!” A huge chorus of cheers from the tipsy crowd. I felt shame like perhaps no man had ever felt before. I stood constricted by over a dozen pairs of panties around my genitals and still made fully aware of my lot in life by the collar around my neck. “His masculinity, his ego, and his silly notions about his role in life and the role of his gender in the grand scheme of things. Look at him! Fifty years my junior, almost, and a slobbering slave, absolutely captivated by my superior excellency and dominance!” The cheers were almost deafening by this point. “Look at how I have exercised and proven my control. I now bring your attention—” she paused to quiet the audience of women, “to the collar he now wears.” I was startled. My collar? What the heck did that have to do with anything? “I got this collar for him shortly after I met him. He was already under my spell”, she grinned. “I now seek to take this relationship to a higher level.” Gasps from the audience, shrill screams of glee. “Jake!” “Yes, Master?” “I believe that I possess you, dominate you, rule over you, control you and have conquered you. Answer me, slave, is that true? “Yes, Master.” Are you ready to take another step towards public acknowledgement of this true fact?” “Yes, Master.” I didn’t pause in the slightest—any other answer would get me beaten to a pulp. “Show the world and this household your true submission to me, Jake. Get on your hands and knees and wait for me.” I complied, of course, but I had no idea… literally had no idea what was coming up. She walked to a nearby table, grabbed something small and black, and waltzed back towards me. She unsnapped my collar and said, “Jake, if you submit to me today and declare me your superior and master, then kiss my feet and say that you are kissing the feet of the one who owns you.” I got down and kissed both Her feet, and said “I am kissing the feet of the One who owns me.” I heard a loud snap as the collar went on to raucous applause. “Listen, witnesses! I have hereby advanced my domination of Jake here to the next level. He will be going home soon for Christmas break and I need to have this stamp of domination on him to make sure he keeps remembering where he truly belongs. This collar, as I’m sure all of you know, binds him to me until such time as I make my control of him permanent. I will do so in March, before his spring break. I will be sure to invite half of Tuscaloosa to the party then as I affix my seal of ownership onto him forever.” More applause. I started shaking all over. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Was it over for me? Was it best for me to just accept their lies (were they lies?) about who I was and what my place was in this world? Was I ever going to get out of this? I had one chance, it seemed… Christmas break back in Ohio. Could I decide by then?