Diary of a Contracted Slave

In the hotel room -- which may be even grander and better appointed than the apartment we live in -- Mistress Savitri unlocked my cock and took me over to the bed, where she lay down on her back and had me get started kissing and licking every inch of her divine body. She chained my collar to one of the tethers embedded in the wall, but the four-metre chain meant I could move all up and down her body at my own pace. With my hands free too, I was able to explore her in ways we'd never managed before.

We made love like that all through the afternoon -- her beneath me and me on top. Orders were given rarely, and usually just "more of that" or "don't stop now, slave" - the kinds of thing that a slaveboy like me longs to hear on the lips of his owner. She let me cum inside her every time, and when we were finally finished, I dropped to my knees and kissed her feet and calves in gratitude.

Once I'd bathed us both in the giant bath -- fed by one of the island's hot springs -- Mistress Savitri took us to the conference's opening dinner, and told me to make a mental note of which other business-women there took a shine to me. It wasn't hard to work out -- they were the ones who couldn't resist touching me, couldn't keep themselves from inquiring how long I'd been a slave, how much I'd cost, who hinted about buying me until my Mistress made clear I was not for sale.

Day 28

While my owner attends meetings and discusses whatever high-powered thing it is she does -- she's never seen fit to tell me -- I was ordered to pay a visit to one of the women we met the night before. When I entered her palatial room, I was confronted with the sight of her coterie of slavegirls indulging in an orgy of incredible proportions. Her senior slavegirl, dressed up in black leather, ordered me onto one of the beds and shackled me spread-eagled there, lying on my back and waiting to find out what my role was.

"Meet Deonara," said the senior slavegirl, introducing a naked slavegirl with luscious dark eyes and hair to match, "She needs to lose the last of her virginities, and you're the boy to help."

Deonara made me get her started by sitting on my face while she played hesitantly with my unlocked, rock-hard cock. She was nervous of me to start with, and it took her a while to even put her weight down on my face, but once she had, her instincts kicked in and she soon ground out an impressive orgasm on my tongue. I was a little amused when she looked at me for permission to get started on the next part -- slaveboys do not give consent -- but the senior slavegirl corrected her.

Her face was exquisite as she let her tight, hairless slave pussy sink down onto my slave cock. The senior slavegirl filmed the whole thing, and I hope she caught the moment that Deonara finished her descent, when her eyes opened wide and she bit her lower lip in that special way some girls do. She worked herself up and down my cock, with careful breaths to savour every moment, until she found her pace and took her second orgasm from me.

She cuddled me for a while, until the senior slavegirl returned with a strapon for Deonara to wear, and they unchained my legs so I could take the cock of this superior female. Even a slavegirl is my better in this society -- truth told, I like knowing my place. I'd expected Deonara to be gentle, but she thrust that strapon inside me as hard as any woman ever has, then she pounded my defenceless arse until she was dripping with sweat. She made me beg her to let me cum, and I wondered if that was her own idea. Beg I did, and I orgasmed in her slender hand then watched her lick her fingers clean.

Deonara showered us both down in the huge bathroom, and she took a quickie from my tongue while the water cascaded down her body and over my head. She led me back into the main room, and handed me over to the senior slavegirl, who put me to work fucking, licking, sucking and occasionally cumming with all the other slavegirls in the room, well into the late afternoon.

The moment I got back to my Mistress's hotel room, I passed out exhausted on the bed. Mistress Savitri's cool hand on my shoulder roused me later that evening, and she took a quick orgasm from my tongue before we soaked together in the tub and I told her every salacious detail of my day's work. She was pleased with the good impression I'd made on the slavegirls' owner, and she had me out on the deck to cum on her tits as a reward. That night, after another grand dinner, I held her tight as we fell asleep together.

Day 29

I did my best slave-butler act for Mistress Savitri today as she hosted a series of important meetings, and I made them flow as smoothly as I could with just the right mixture of refreshments, massages and general hospitality. We woke earlier than usual, and Mistress Savitri taught me some signals she would use throughout the day -- to tell me which women to focus my attention on, which ones to distract, which to insult a little with minor disobedience.

Together we played the room from dawn until dusk. She signalled, I acted; when she was distracted, I watched for the telltale signs of coming disagreement from the other attendees, and I used every asset I had to try and head it off. I lost count of how many times powerful women groped or fondled me today, and my cock is aching from trying to get hard in its cage for ten long hours. I've been promised to several of my mistress's business partners over the coming days.

Day 30

I went 'visiting' today -- I was sent on a tour of the business-women my mistress most needed to bring onboard to land some big deal she's working on, and I made absolutely sure each of them got complete satisfaction from me. When did I become this much of a slut? My blood is up and I'm twitchy with desire just to get to the next woman, then the next, then the one after. Mistress's Savitri's smile at the end of the day made it all worth it -- between her praise and my sex-drive, I've never been so motivated.

Day 31

I was given over to the slave-wives of one of Mistress Savitri's most important business contacts. They're a trio of pale, freckled redheads who must have been altered to look almost like sisters, and they led me all around the resort island catering to their many whims. They didn't let me cum, not even once, even though they were granted temporary access to my chastity cage, but they demanded a dozen orgasms from my exhausted tongue and a dozen more from my aching fingers. I worshipped them while they ate, while they sunbathed, in the little forest where we went hiking, in the steam room of a spa, and back in their owner's rooms at the hotel.

I've noticed that some slavegirls have a dominant streak, and these three showed me theirs with a non-stop strapon fucking that must have lasted an hour while they each took turns to pound me. They returned me to my owner well after sunset, with a thank you note and an apology for wearing me out so badly. My heart soared again when I saw how pleased Mistress Savitri was.

Day 32

My owner gave me the day off. I spent most of it in bed, recovering from the three 'sisters' I'd played with the day before, but when my nanites had finished healing me, I went for a walk around the island and sat down on a secluded beach to watch the ocean and think. There's a calm purpose that's entered my life since I came down off the mountain, back to civilisation, which I've read about in lots of guides to slavery. It's when the buried slave-self rises to the fore and washes away the false freedom you felt before. To have it this strong, well, that's a sign I made the right decision. Still, I prefer it here on the island to back in the city. There's nothing here to overwhelm my senses except whatever my mistress orders.

Day 33

Mistress Savitri's business deals are concluded and she wears the smile of a woman who has triumphed over everything. We swam together in the sea and she played with me beneath the waves, until she could wait no more and practically dragged me onto the beach to fuck beneath midday sun. She got on top of me, took me inside her, and pinned my arms to the sand, then she made skilled use of her strong hips to bring us both off, while all around us the beach heaved with owners and slaves playing in the warm, salty air.

Day 34

The moment I got back to the apartment, Mistress Christina asked to know how many maintenance spankings I'd received, and Mistress Savitri admitted it had been very few indeed. With a scowl marring her beautiful face, Mistress Christina ordered me over her knee, and she paddled my bottom black and blue until I thought the pain would make me faint. She sent me to my cell without an evening meal, and before the soundproof door shut, I heard my owners start to argue about my discipline regimen.

Day 35

A new rule: I'm to ask Mistress Christina or Mistress Savitri, without fail, for a maintenance spanking every day, and I'm to beg them to hit me harder if either of them goes easy on me. There's only one of my owners who ever would, so I know what that order really means. Mistress Savitri was cold and business like when I asked her for my discipline this evening, and I had to ask three times for her to use more force, until I was certain the pain was enough to satisfy everyone watching. She made me fuck Bobbi afterwards, who had watched my punishment and was sopping wet from seeing the display of submission I'd put on.

Day 36-100

So much for keeping a diary every day. I can't say that much of note really happened -- I just did my best to serve. Mistress Christina keeps me busy with whatever task she can come up with, and she uses my name so rarely I wondered for a while if she just kept forgetting it. Meanwhile Mistress Savitri has spent a lot of time out of the apartment, working hard on the business deal she landed on our little holiday, while their slavegirl Bobbi wanders around the apartment trying to please everyone and keep her family happy. They're happiest when I split my time evenly between them -- I wonder if they realise that's their dynamic, each needing equal attention, equal value?

Day 101

Today was Matriachy Day, one of the annual festivals where we celebrate the superiority of women and their absolute right of dominion. We went to the temple early in the morning, where I was made to crawl on hands and knees through the thronged crowds until we could queue up to receive our blessing from the Priestess. My owners took me to a public square and chained me up to a whipping post, then they showered my body with pain until I begged them to stop. Something passed between Mistress Savitri and Mistress Christina, something that meant neither of them held back in punishing me to my absolute limit, and they spent the rest of the day roaming the city with Bobbi and I, taking multiple orgasms from our tongues or by fucking us senseless with strapons.

I could barely cope with the melange of flesh, voices and domination that greeted us in every square, street, park or building we entered, and by the end of the day I dripped with sweat and longed to be locked in the soundproof cell back at the apartment. As hard as I tried to submit to it all, today was just too much for me. I wonder if my owners even noticed.

Day 102

I passed out with exhaustion as I cleaned the apartment with Bobbi, and I woke to find myself in the big bed, with a doctor explaining to my owners that they needed to take better care of their slaves on Matriarchy Day. Wearing one out like this, she made clear, was something only bad owners did, and she threatened a black mark on the owners register if they did it again. Mercifully, they skipped my maintenance spanking today and let me rest.

Day 103

They, my owners, reduced my duties and let me recover some energy. A few days after I passed out, one of them finally remembered to ask me if I knew why, so I explained to them about my fear of large crowds and how overwhelming the city could be for me. My heart leapt when they promised me I wouldn't have to cope with that again, but I asked them if I could still exercise outside with Bobbi and the other slaves. When we're moving together, I don't feel so outnumbered, like I'm part of the pack. That will be fine.

Day 104-123

Three weeks of domestic harmony. On Bobbi's birthday, she got sole use of me for the day, and I waited on her hand and foot. We went shopping, and I stood offering opinions about the clothes that made her look the sluttiest and the clothes that made her look the prettiest, most of which she bought, to wear on those days when her wife-owners don't just keep her naked. Everything else was just slavery as usual, though I did enjoy it.

Day 124

We got quite a shock when a policewoman showed up at the door and asked to see me. My time up on the mountain brought me into contact with the craziest bunch of patriarchal mountain men you can imagine, and it turns out they've not gone unnoticed by the authorities. Fools should never have spouted all that rubbish about male superiority -- it got them arrested and set up for trial. Mistress Savitri sat there shaking until the policewoman remembered to explain that I was beyond suspicion, because I had volunteered for a year's slavery. She offered me to the policewoman, but she turned my owner down -- not while she was on duty, she explained. Still, she seemed to enjoy me kissing her boots before she left.

After she left, Mistress Savitri made me profess my absolute inferiority to women, out on the balcony for the whole city to hear if it cared to. She sat on my face out there, then she tied me to the fucking bench and stretched me out with her biggest, longest strapon until I was moaning and panting like the slut slaveboy I am, while my cock dripped in its cage. Just to reinforce our relative statuses, she left me out there all evening, on show and unable to escape. I lay over the bench contemplating her divinity, filled with the warm glow of someone who has found his place.

Day 125

The old-fashioned, dark wood panelled courtroom was packed out with observers whose eyes seemed to feast on me as I made my way to the stand and swore and oath to the Goddess to tell the truth. Just to make sure, the chair I sat interfaced with my nanites and monitored my brainwaves -- there was no way I could ever lie there, not that I wanted to. All orders from my mistresses were suspended the moment I entered the courtroom, and I had to answer questions confirming they'd not tried to influence my testimony in any way. I'm glad they didn't -- five years in prison is a long time.

The mountain men I'd known in my former life -- just acquaintances really, and unliked ones at that -- had finally done something stupid enough to get noticed by the matriarchy. Three of them stood in a cage to one side of the court, chained up and naked, to witness their trial -- a foregone conclusion. They winced as I incriminated them even further, then they heckled me until their nanites cut out their voices and their collars shocked them into silence, but their grunts of pain still echoed off the walls, drawing a smile from the judge. I'll remember that smile for a long time to come.

The cross-examination was weak -- hadn't these men just been harmless fantasists, asked their defence attorney. Fantasists, certainly, but far from harmless. They wanted to upset the whole order of things, to remake this world into one where men could rule, and they had been clear that they wanted to use violence to do it. Fools. They could have just left for a frontier world, but they chose to stay here and cause trouble. I'm sure they'll be sentenced to lifelong slavery, after a rigorous deprogramming that will leave them with an unyielding certainty in the superiority of women. It was a good thing I came down off the mountain when I did -- volunteering for slavery was cast-iron proof that I was nothing like them.

Day 126

Mistress Christina spanked me to tears, for no other reason than because she wanted to, and I dropped off her lap and kissed her feet in thanks, until Mistress Savitri ordered me to stop and Mistress Christina ordered me to continue, so that I was paralysed with indecision while they argued.

One of my owners doesn't see why I would need such harshness when I've done nothing wrong, while the other can't even conceive of why torturing me might be a problem. I am her slave, after all. They fought over it all day long, and far more tears flowed from their eyes than ever have from mine during a punishment, until they ran out of energy and slunk off to bed, exhausted and shaking with anger.

I hate coming between them like this, but I have nothing to give them except obedience and ... love? I think if I loved them, really loved them, I'd know it. That's not what I can give them, but I can care for them as only a slave can, serve them as only a committed inferior can. The rest is up to them to work out, and they don't need me trying to help and making everything worse. Goddess, though, those two can really tear strips off each other when they want to.

Day 127

I don't think my current set of owners will last much longer. It's just a feeling, but the way Mistress Christina has been looking at me today, well, it's how someone looks when they're appraising something they want to buy or sell. As if her eyes were putting a credit value on all my assets and she was totting up the total in her head. She smiled wickedly when I went down on her before bed, while Mistress Savitri and Bobbi stayed in the living room, and the way she moved her arms might have been her using her wrist computer to activate the room's cameras.

I knew this was the deal -- a slave like me is just a slave, not a member of the household -- not unless they're a permanent slave-husband or slave-wife, like Bobbi. Still, I'd miss Mistress Savitri terribly if they did get rid of me. No, when they get rid of me. They told me, made it abundantly clear, that they only keep a male for a year at most. I have to get it through my head that every second with them is to be savoured, enjoyed, lived as intensely as possible -- sooner or later, this relationship has to end.

Day 128

Mistress Christina has found a new calm, and I think Bobbi has realised what that means -- I can see in her eyes that she's already saying goodbye to me. Only Mistress Savitri remains ignorant that her wife wants me gone, and it's not my place to bring it up. Doing that would only hasten my exit from her life, and I want to enjoy her as much as I can before then. I serve Mistress Christina faithfully, of course, but only Mistress Savitri matters to me in my heart.

She took me with her, Mistress Savitri I mean, on a trip to the spa today. We luxuriated in the steam rooms, jumped together into the plunge pools and held each other, naked and excited, under the water until we had to surface for air. We must have done that three dozen times today, punctuated with massages, a little sex, some facesitting and more massages. I never knew a slave could be so well looked after as this. I've never been so relaxed as when we left the spa, and never so sorry as when I realised how soon this had to end. My favourite owner is still clueless, and I'll leave her in blissful ignorance as long as I can.

Day 129

I took a risk and talked to Bobbi about being sold while we were on one of our slave-runs, amid a mass of naked owned bodies in the bustling city streets. I know my mistresses might, in theory, be able to listen in, but I doubt they do -- what's the point of listening to someone jogging? Bobbi told me about all the male slaves they've owned before, how some of them she can't even remember their names while others she still thinks of often, with fondness in her heart. I'm one of those, she says -- she knows she'll always remember me.

Day 130