A few years ago I could only get a 2 inch wide dildo up inside my husband’s ass hole. I had just bought him a new smaller chastity cage with a new thimble type dick head cap lined with spikes. The dick head cover doesn’t allow for any finger massage of his dick head and the spikes lining it don’t allow any unauthorized erections. Basically his 2 inch dick was made even more useless. But any self respecting chaste pussy slave husband should be able to take at least a 3 inch wide plug up his ass. I couldn’t get one wider than 2 inches to fit up his ass no matter how hard I pushed. He always squirmed away and cried. I couldn’t have the other Doms bragging about how big a plug would fit up inside their slaves. What was I to do? A friend of mine told me what to do. I let my husband open his own asshole. One Saturday I had a friend come over. My husband was naked as usual except for his tiny painful cage. I had his hands cuffed behind him. The poor thing thought maybe I was going to take off his cage and edge him or let him come. (He hadn’t come in at least a month then) My friend brought in a special chair that was wood, straight back, no arms, had a ring in the seat, and a special rubber plug that fit into the seat behind the ring. The plug was a big tapered evil looking thing that was at least 8 or 9 inches long but flared out to nearly 3 ½ inches wide near the base but then back down to an inch or so. She also had some more ankle cuffs and chains. We set it down in the bedroom but my husband had already figured out what it was. He started begging and crying and trying to get away from us. I had thankfully earlier put a leash on his balls and was holding the other end. A hard pull on the leash put a stop to his leaving. We set the chair up in the bedroom. She called it an asshole trainer. We put the well greased plug in the middle of the chair on a shot post, put my husband squating over the plug with it in his ass a few inches, his hands now cuffed to the legs. his ankles cuffed to the legs too. A very short chain hooked to his balls to the ring in the seat so he couldn’t raise up any. Poor baby, we had to gag him with a ball gag. How long could he stand holding his ass off of the seat? In order to sit down and get relief on his legs he would have to slowly lower his ass on to the giant plug. Did you know that a man’s ass hole will stretch out nicely if he puts his mind to it? We found that out. My female friend and I laid on the the bed naked, enjoying each others pussies, while we watched just how long it took for my husband to sit down comfortably. He sure grunted, sweated, and moaned a lot but after about 2 hours he made a little shake and a loud grunt, and he was comfortably seated all the way in the chair with the plug securely fitting all the way up his ass. I think he enjoyed it too because his little caged dick was swollen and tight up against the spikes in the tip of his cage. We let him enjoy his seat for a while, and the pain in his dick head while we had drinks and another go at eating each others pussies. I really had to pull later to get the plug out of him but after that day I’m happy to say that he could be easily fist fucked up the ass like the other caged slaves. What a wonderful training aid and a nice day. It’s nice to have good friends.
This is my concluding chapter of Slave Jeannie. Just a reminder that I keep completed stories on @white-slaver-tales
Previously, we had kidnapped Jeannie from the mall and started its training and transformation from an independent woman to an obedient sex slave and compliant fucktoy. After a week of rape and torture where we felt we were starting to break the slave formerly known as Jeannie, we would begin a new schedule.
We would typically wake the slave at about 6am. The slave would be given dog food and water . We would bind its hands behind its back to ensure that it would have use its mouth to eat and drink like a dog. This was to humiliate and strip the slave of its dignity.
After breakfast, the slave would be taken to the exercise room. Be fitted with ballet boots and force to walk a treadmill also with its hands cuffed behind its back, its ankles with loose ankle cuffs and a long chain that attached both restraints. The slave was held up by straps. But we also wired its tits, pussy and asshole. If the slave started resting on the straps, there was a sensor that would send several volts of electricity through its body giving a nasty shock. The slave would on the treadmill for 3 hours at about 5 mph.
The rest of the morning would be disciplining the slave typically having it bound while we would flog it. Then we would subject the slave to forced orgasms. Even though the slave clearly felt tortured, the puddle of cum the slave would leave on the floor showed it was getting pleasure.
After lunch which again consisted of dog food and water in a dog dish, we would then put the slave through pet training. First would be Hucow training. We would lock the slave’s neck in a stockade and secure its wrists and ankles with metal manacles. Then pumps would be attached to its nipples. By the second day, we would inject a chemical that would extract milk from the slave. The side effect of course was it dumbs down the slave. Which is ok. Also the constant pumping would of course increase its tit size a little.
Then next would be pony training. We fit the slave with a leather body harness with a bridle with a bit gag, nipple clamps with bells on them and boots with a hoof heel. We attach reigns so the slave can pull a cart that we’re sitting in. A flogger or riding crop ensures the slave keeps moving. Of course the one thing the slave likes about pony training is the rare opportunity to be outside.
After pony training, its dinner time with again, dog food and water in a dog bowl. Then the slave is taken to the wash room for a cleaning. Hosed down with cold water usually restrained.
Then the slave is locked in a bondage chair with its wrists, ankles and neck secured with metal restraints. The slave would be forced to watch basically a brainwashing video on a big screen tv. She would watch the whore’s mantra along with all kinds of subliminal messages.
Then the slave would be put to bed. It would always be in restraints. If it was compliant, the restraints would be loose and the slave would have a mattress to lie on. If it was non-compliant, it would be locked in tighter restraints with no mattress. The slave was usually compliant.
At the end of the second week, it was time for body modifications. We had our slave Chloe, a tattoo and piercing artist in her previous life put a barcode tattoo on the back of the slave’s neck and then strap the slave to a gynecology table and put piercings on its septum, nipples, clit hood and 3 piercings on each labia. This is to signify ownership.
At the end of the third week, we decided it was time to sell the slave. We had its collaring and branding ceremony. We dressed the slave in a black leather corset, black garter belts, stockings and high heeled strappy open toed heels that we initially captured the slave in. The slave’s private parts were exposed.
We had the slave kneel in the middle of the room with its legs spread and hands on top of its head. I then showed it a metal collar.
“Is the slave ready for its collar?” I asked
“The slave ready if Master wishes it to be” the slave was trained to respond
I proceeded to lock the collar around her neck. It now had its very own slave collar.
That’s was of course the easy part. Next we strapped the slave to a bench. I then took a branding iron. Placed it in hot coal.
“Is the slave ready for its branding?”
“The slave is ready if Master wishes it to be”
I then placed the iron against its back just above its ass. The slave let out a nice scream.
It was branded with number 1027. Once known as Jeannie, it was now slave 1027. We then locked 1027 in its cell. We placed it on a mattress and placed metal manacles around its ankles and wrists. Its new metal collar was tethered to a loose chain to the wall.
We closed the bidding for 1027 at midnight. The winning bid was for $125,000 to an underground bdsm website called punished sluts who’s base of operations was an uncharted island in the Atlantic.
The next morning, we got the slave up at 8am. After giving it its breakfast, we contacted the website and showed the slave.
“Is the slave satisfactory to you?”
“Yes it is. We’ll have a ship at the shipyard to transfer it.”
We agreed to meet there at 1pm. Slave 1027 was given one final cleaning. Then we put back on its outfit from the previous night. It was then placed in a cage. Its collar was tethered to the bottom of the cage. Its wrists were handcuffed behind its back and tethered to the top of the cage and each ankle cuffed to each side of the cage. We then placed placed the cage in our van and I went with Bruce to deliver the slave to its new owner.
We met 1027’s new owner at 1pm and the cage was placed on the ship and brought to its new life. In a couple days, 1027 would be raped and tortured while men got off on it.
This is the conclusion of the story of Cassie who we kidnapped from Target where she was employed. Enjoy.
After one full day, we had the slave formerly known as Cassie on a schedule. We awaken the slave at about 6am and serve it its breakfast. During the first 3 days, breakfast would consist strictly of water in a dog bowl. This was part of 72 hours of food deprivation. After 3 days, we gave the slave either oatmeal or cream of wheat along with milk all served in a dog bowl and the slave had its wrists cuffed behind its back to ensure that it had to eat using its mouth.
Following breakfast, the slave was taken to the exercise room to work on the treadmill(we try to make our slaves as fit as possible) forced to walk with ballet boots on and wrists cuffed behind its back and blind(leather straps held the slave up. The slave would be forced to go 5 mph for 3 hours.
Then the rest of the day, save for its lunch break, was all kinds of torture, rape, humiliation and degradation. Some highlights included putting the slave in inverted suspension bondage while subjecting it to whippings with floggers, riding crops, paddles and canes as well as an electric cattle prod while forcing the slave to perform oral on everybody(for that, the slave would wear a ring gag to guard against it biting).
We would also put the slave on a wooden horse. Not only is the horse great pussy torture but it is also humiliating for the slave. Great medieval torture. Then we would place the slave in a strapaddo with the ropes holding a weight to put pressure on the arms and the slave’s neck would be tied with rope tethered to the ground. This had the slave bent forward to ensure all 3 holes were available.
After dinner(which days 2 and 3 would again consist of water and afterwards dog food), the slave would be taken to the wash room and bent over a metal bar and cleaned with cold water from a hose(one of the many ways we clean our toys). Then the slave would be locked in the bondage chair securing its wrists, ankles and neck while being forced to watch basically a brainwashing video with all kinds of subliminal messages to remind the slave it was a slave. The video was for 3 hours.
Then the slave would be retired for the evening. The 3rd night was the last of the slave’s sleep deprivation. Then starting the 4th night, we would put the slave on a cot with its wrists bound to the head of the bed and its ankles also to the head of the bed in an exposed, vulnerable and humiliating position. This allowed any of our slavers to fuck her if they so desired.
All of the activity was being filmed and streamed on the internet in real time. This allowed potential new owners to bid on the slave. We began bidding at $5000. By the end of the first week, the bidding was up to $27,000.
For the weekend, we invited friends over for a barbecue and a gang rape of all our slaves. Again all 3 holes were available and filled.
Starting the second week, we focused less on torture and more on humiliation. The slave was subjected to all kinds of pet training. It had already been subjected to being a puppy slave with the dog food and water in a dog dish. And we would walk the slave on a collar and leash on all fours.
Then there was training to be a Hucow. We would secure the slave’s wrists, ankles and neck with metal manacles and place pumps on its tits. We injected a chemical into the slave to extract milk. The one side effect was that would dumb down the slave. But that was ok.
Then finally, pony training. We placed a leather body harness that also included dildos for its ass and pussy on the slave. Then a bridle with a bit gag. And we dressed the slave in black leather boots with hoof heels. We then would attach reigns and the slave would pull us in a cart. A flogger, riding crop or horse whip would keep the slave at a satisfactory speed.
At the end of the second week, we decided to make body modifications. Its septum was already pierced. We strapped the slave to the gynecology table and pierced the slave’s nipples, clit and 3 rings on each labia. Then we tattooed it with a barcode on the back of its neck.
We took one more week of training. By the beginning of the third week, we felt the slave’s transformation had been just about complete and it was almost completely broken. It at this point had just about forgot its previous life. By the end of the week we decided to end the bidding. At that point, the bidding was nearly $75,000 usda. On that Friday, it was time to brand and collar the slave. We dressed it in a black leather corset, black garter belts, stockings and black strappy heels. We had the slave kneel on the floor with its legs spread and hands on top of its head.
“Is the slave ready for its collar? I asked
"The slave is ready if Master wishes it to be.” The slave was trained to say.
I then placed a steel collar around its neck. Then we strapped the slave to a bench for the branding portion of ceremony. I placed the branding iron on hot coals. That number would be 1022. The slave would be known as that for the rest of its stay until its new owner decided to change it.
“Is the slave ready for its branding?”
“The slave is ready if Master wishes it to be”
I then pressed the iron against its flesh in the back just below its ass.
“Oooowwwwhhhh!!!!!!!!” cried the slave.
We ended the bidding at midnight. The winning bid was $85,000. The winner was Hucow Farms. I contacted the winners shortly after. I showed the slave in real time.
“Is the product satisfactory to you?”
“Yes it is” they responded.
We agreed to drop off the following day. They agreed to wire the funds that morning.
The next day, we awoke the slave at 6am. It was given its breakfast in a dog dish. Then we did a cleaning of the slave. Then we placed the slave in a cage. Its wrists were cuffed behind its back, the collar was tethered to the floor and its ankles to each side of the cage. The slave was bound in a doggie style position. And the slave was on its way to Hucow Farms. Hey at least it didn’t have to work Thanksgiving night any more.
This is the conclusion of a story request from Wendy @wendynini . Enjoy. Let me know what you think.
It was now over a week since we grabbed the slave formerly known as Wendy. As we began week two of its training, the slave had pretty much forgot its previous life.
The schedule beginning in week 2 was as followed; we awaken the slave around 6am. It is fed dog food and water in a dog bowl. We cuff its wrists behind its back forcing the slave to eat with its mouth like a dog. The slave would also wear a collar and leash as well. Our slaves Chloe and Tara would supervise this.
After breakfast, which the slave typically took about a half hour to eat, Chloe and Tara dragged the slave to the exercise room where it was dressed in ballet boots and wrists still cuffed behind its back and forced to walk the treadmill for 3 hours at 5 mph. Occasionally, Chloe and Tara might speed it up a little.
After being done with the treadmill, they would take the slave to a pole. It was held up by a body harness which included dildos in its pussy and asshole that were wired. The slave was forced to walk on its ballet boots for two hours. The slave would also be blindfolded. The slave would be forced to walk in circles with its hands still cuffed behind its back. If the slave was going too slow or stopped, the wired dildos would give the slave a nasty shock. With the blindfold, it must have felt way more than two hours.
We would then give the slave, a lunch break. Again dog food and water in a dog bowl. Forced to eat with its mouth. Then the slave would be given pet training. First, it would be walked on a leash on all fours.
Next was hucow training. We would secure the slave’s wrists, ankles and neck with metal restraints to a metal bar. Then we attached pumps to each of its nipples. We also would inject a chemical into its tits to extract milk. The one side effect was dumbing down the slave. We also put a spider gag on the slave. Since it looked so sexy bound like that, we would also fuck the slave in all 3 holes if the mood struck. The gag was just a precaution in case it wanted to bite.
After an hour, we moved on to pony training. The slave was fitted with a black leather body harness, a bridle with a bit gag and black boots with hoof heels. We would take the slave outside. Attach reigns to it and have the pony take us for a ride as it was pulling a wagon. A flogger would keep the pony moving. Despite all that, that would become a part of the day the slave would look forward to since it was outside.
After that, it was dinner time with more dog food and water. Then we would give our toy its daily cleaning as it would be suspended by its wrists and washed with cold water from a hose. Then the slave would be all strapped into the bondage chair to watch its training(brainwashing) video for 3 hours.
After we were done, we would retire the slave for the night. The slave would usually be in some kind of restraint. If it was compliant, the slave would be given looser restraints lying on a mattress in a cage. If it was non-compliant, it would be in very restrictive bondage that was uncomfortable and the slave rarely got sleep.
At the end of the second week, we decided it was time for its body modifications. This would always be assigned to Chloe who was a tattoo and body piercing artist in her previous life.
First the body piercings. The slave was strapped in the gynecology chair. And then its nipples, clit labia and septum were all pierced. Then Chloe brought the slave to the bondage chair and placed a barcode tattoo on the back of its neck. This all signified ownership.
At the end of the third week, we decided it was time to sell the slave. We had created another obedient sex slave and compliant fucktoy. We dressed the slave in a black and red corset, garter belts and stockings and black strappy open toed stripper heels. This was the slave’s collaring and branding ceremony. We had the slave kneel in the middle of the floor with its hands on top of its head.
“Is the slave ready for its collar?” I asked
“The slave is ready if Master wishes it to be” it was taught to say
I proceeded to lock a metal collar around its neck. I then attached a chain to the collar and walked the slave around the room on all fours for a few minutes. Then I led it to a bench where I strapped the slave down on its stomach. I then took a branding iron and placed it on burning coal.
“Is the slave ready for its branding?”
“The slave is ready if Master wishes it to be”
I then placed the iron on the area right on top of its ass. The slave grimaced as the iron made contact with the slave’s skin. The slave was branded 1031. Once known as Wendy, it was now slave 1031. It is what we would refer to it. Its new owner would have the option to change it of course.
The bidding for 1031 was now up to $95,000. We decided to see if we could get its price up to $100,000. We turned 1031 on its back and attached a hitachi wand to it. That drove its price to $125,000. At midnight, we concluded the bidding. The winner was the underground bdsm website based on an uncharted island in the Atlantic. I then contacted the owner. After assuring me that the slave was satisfactory, he wired the money to me and made arrangements to pick the slave in 2 days.
For 1031’s last full day with us, we kept it chained up in a cage. It was loose bondage and the slave had a mattress. 1031 was going to need its rest. For the rest of its life, 1031 would be subjected to bondage, rape and torture. All streamed online.
The following day after breakfast, we placed the slave in a cage locked in a doggie style position. Its wrists were handcuffed behind it back. Its neck tethered to the floor of the cage and each ankle cuffed to each side of the cage. 1031 was dressed in a corset, garter belts, stockings and strappy heels. We drove the slave to the shipyard and it was placed on a boat. In a few days, 1031 would begin its new life of men getting off on It being raped and tortured.
I’m sure some of you wonder, what happens to the slaves we sell when we get them to their new owner. Here’s another epilogue, this one with Melissa. If there’s anyone who I’ve completed a story on, please let me know. Also a reminder, I post completed stories on @white-slaver-tales.
About a month ago, she was Melissa who worked in an office in the UK. Now it was slave 1020 in a cramped cage on its way to Russia to become a Hucow. 1020 was kept on its knees with its wrists cuffed behind its back and tethered to the top of the cage. The collar around its neck was tethered to the bottom of the cage and each ankle cuffed to each side of the cage. 1020 was dressed in a corset, garter belts stockings and heels. If it had to pee, it would have to go in the cage meaning the constant smell of its urine. The slave would have 3 meals per day. Generally slop that was hardly appetizing. 1020 would be allowed out of its cage once a day for cleaning with cold water from a hose.
After a week the ship finally arrived in Russia. 1020 was placed on a truck and delivered to a run down building. 1020 was taken to a room in the basement where it had wrists and ankles metal manacles that were tethered to the wall. 1020 was given a dirty mattress to sit naked on. Eventually the cell would reek from 1020’s urine and feces. It was given slop 3 times a day.
On its first full day there, slave 1020 was now renamed Clarabelle. A cow’s name. Then after breakfast, Clarabelle was taken to the milking room. It would be tethered with its metal collar attached to a metal bar so it would be bent over. Then its wrists and ankles were manacled and tethered to each side. They placed a spider gag in its mouth. That way, any of the guards who wanted oral could do so without the fear of Clarabelle biting their cocks. The guards were also free to fuck them anally or vaginally. Also part of being a Hucow was they were used for breeding purposes.
They would then place pumps on its nipples and the milking would start. For the first round, not much milk came out of Clarabelle’s utters. After an hour they gave the cow a 20 minute break to graze. Since it was at that point, the only thing it was getting, Clarabelle ate the grass.
They then hooked the cow back to the machine. This time, they injected the cow with a chemical which would produce more milk. Of course the side effect was to dumb down the cow. Not that it mattered. They didn’t want the cow to be able to think. This time, Clarabelle produced a half a gallon of milk.
For the entire day was an hour of milking followed by 20 minutes of grazing. At 10pm, they would clean the cow using cold water from a hose and then was placed in its cell for the night chained to the wall.
After a month, they decided use Clarabelle for breeding. Clarabelle was locked in a stockade that secured its wrists, ankles and neck and several men were invited to fuck Clarabelle. All 3 fuckholes were filled. Clarabelle became pregnant that day. During the first half of its pregnancy, Clarabelle still continued to be a Hucow. By this time, it was now beginning to believe it was a cow. The only thing it would say is moo. 9 months later, Clarabelle would give birth to a boy. The boy was sold on the black market to an adoption agency. And then it would go back to its Hucow duties. Melissa the woman was now Clarabelle the cow.
((A/N: Different reader request! I should start labeling now that I’m getting different pairings! This one is Castiel X Reader. I enjoyed writing this, a lot, because I like different pairings. Who knew? I also like the challenge of writing Castiel since he’s a super complex character, to me at least.
As a note, there will a sequel! Hope you like it! I’m nervous!!
Aw yes okay here’s to sending this in a second time, fingers crossed it works but…a fic (maybe if you can or if not just a one shot is fabulous too) when castiel once met this absolute pure, good, righteous girl (the reader) hundreds of years ago and he fell in love with her, and he never questioned her spot in heaven only to meet her in this day and age as a demon (wants to regain her soul maybe?), and Castiel wants to help but he’s wary of her and just how it was that she became demon
Word Count: 2500
Pairing: Castiel x Reader ))
“Castiel!” You smiled, a bright smile that lit up your features. You had been working the field when he arrived, living on a farm outside of the main cities in England. Your father was glad to have rescued you from such plights, finding out about ten years after moving the Black Death took over.