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I realized that the Ladies here had perfected a method of converting men into total slaves! She liked to use it, hard, whenever she had the slightest reason. They might have reported me to the whip bitch, in the hope of some better treatment themselves. My supervisor visited me in the Barn. I was chained. Heavy thick steel links. Back to the Stories Page. A blond whip bitch. No thought or skill was needed, just brute strength. We worked naked. I thought about the contact I had signed: I could not remember the exact words, but I was pretty sure that it specified that I could leave after 12 months. Talking was not allowed at any time, and none of us would take any risk of being punished. I started to heat my J with the flame. There was no escape from the chain. I was left to spend the week totally naked, on my chain. The Weight Loss Programme. She was the only woman I ever saw, and she was very erotic, in her powerful way. And we each knew the consequences of not being good! We must all move on. Even if one of us had spoken, I suspect the others would have reported him to the whip bitch, in the hope of some reward. I had carefully explored my collar, and the padlock, with my fingers. I seriously wanted to get off my chain. I managed to get you transferred to a chain in the Barn. As she said, I was left on my chain, ignored by everybody, the entire week. I knew what the alternative was, to not being a good slave. Episode 1. It was agony! And the Contract had been written in that confusing style that lawyers use. Speaking was forbidden. We were punished if we were seen to stop work without permission. I would be completely docile and respectful and obedient! With six chained male slaves to whip, just as much as she liked. My new supervisor was a heavy set blond. I was a slave. VO Stories. You have a new supervisor now. At about midday the whip bitch would bring us a bucket with assorted scraps. And all of us got twenty extra strokes on Sunday, if we collectively failed to meet our weekly work quota. The work and diet had made my body supremely vigorous and healthy. She was a really good looking woman, even if she was a whip bitch. We were kept on our chains at all times, except when we were taken out in shackles on Sunday to stand in the pillories and receive our weekly strapping. I want to tell you about my time last week with one of my main loyal slaves. It hurt like hell! The New Recruit. We were kept completely naked on our chains, like animals, and strictly allowed no articles or possessions. The Sacred Feminine.
I want to tell you about my time last week with one of my main loyal slaves. This slave of mine is like my little inventor of things. He will come to see me with all kinds of new gadgets its just the best!! Knowing how clever this slave is I demanded a tiny little metal J to be made. Of course this stands for Jay my exquisite cute adorable name. This was to become my personal mark to brand my slaves, and which better slave to start with than my disciple kevin. I wanted to brand this slave so he always, no matter what the future brings, will remember he belongs to me. I set the flame going, commanded my slave to lie on his back with his legs in the stirrups on the Fetters bench and hold his balls out of the way so I could gain access to his gouch where I thought would be the best the place for the brand… again another mark for a married man… hidden but definitely there!!! I started to heat my J with the flame. He was made to watch me do this so he knew it was coming! When I knew it was ready to make its mark I placed it for five seconds on his gouch, he yelped!! Hello slaves, I want to tell you about my time last week with one of my main loyal slaves. Recent Blog Posts. Blog Post Categories. Tweets by MistressJay1.
I wanted to brand this slave so he always, no matter what the future brings, will remember he belongs to me. I saw that each of the other slaves also had an IRS number tattooed on his right buttock. After the first day and night in the barn, I knew I had no hope of getting off my new chain. We had all been made into total slaves. You have a new supervisor now. We were all very good slaves! I was chained, until one of the Ladies would choose to unlock me. None of would risk getting caught talking. There was no need to supervise us more, since we were each on our chains. I would have done anything, anything at all, for any Lady who would unlock my collar! She passed her hand though my hair. The Valkyrie. I was left to spend the week totally naked, on my chain. I set the flame going, commanded my slave to lie on his back with his legs in the stirrups on the Fetters bench and hold his balls out of the way so I could gain access to his gouch where I thought would be the best the place for the brand… again another mark for a married man… hidden but definitely there!!! She liked to use it, hard, whenever she had the slightest reason. I want to tell you about my time last week with one of my main loyal slaves. Not a real man. I was allowed one minute to masturbate, in full view of the ladies. I seriously wanted to get off my chain. She would dump the scraps in a stone depression, and our water in a trough beside it. Only rarely did one of us get more than 20 strokes. I managed to get you transferred to a chain in the Barn. I so wished I had read the contract! The Stories of Yvonne Sinclair. Knowing how clever this slave is I demanded a tiny little metal J to be made. You would not like being a chained slave in the fields! I would have turned them in too, in an instant, if I thought that might get me in the favor of the whip bitch. I started to heat my J with the flame. She enjoyed having six strong men completely under her control. In the barn, before my shackles were removed, I was padlocked into an even heavier collar, with an even heavier chain. She had been kind to me. They had made sure I could not escape! The whip bitch. The windows were set high in the wall, and were heavily barred. The Bossy Bank Women. We never knew when we were being watched, so we felt we were being watched all the time. We were not allowed tools, so it all had to be done by pure manual labor, with our hands. The other slaves kept their eyes down and did not stop their work as my collar was fitted and padlocked. And I so wanted to get off my chain! Of course this stands for Jay my exquisite cute adorable name. It hurt like hell! We never talked to each other. She then made us kneel and kiss her boots as she stood before each of us, in turn. I so hated the whip bitch. I would have happily listened to their screaming, as they got their extra strokes, if I thought that might get me spared a few strokes. We were her chained male animals. I knelt naked, chained, at her feet. We must all move on. I felt strong and healthy. Most days I had absolutely nothing to do. It was warm, and quite comfortable, once I got used to the feel of the straw on my bare skin. I guessed that they could not do that for me, since my Contract was only for 12 months. She looked in on us during the day, at unpredictable times, sometimes opening the Barn door, and sometimes using a small peephole in the door. We have a new slave coming tomorrow, and I will put him on the gate, on your old chain.
Back to the Stories Page. The Weight Loss Programme. The Stories of Yvonne Sinclair. An Introduction. The Sacred Feminine. The Dominafuhrer. The New Recruit. The Story Of T. Arrival At The Institute. VO Stories. The Convict. The Bossy Bank Women. A Judicial Punishment. The Valkyrie. Episode 1. The following week passed slowly. As she said, I was left on my chain, ignored by everybody, the entire week. I seriously wanted to get off my chain. I had spent hours examining every link of my chain. Every link was securely welded. I had carefully explored my collar, and the padlock, with my fingers. They were heavy steel, with no possible way to get them off. The chain was attached to a heavy steel ring, which was bolted into a huge stone block at the end of the wall, by the gate. There was no escape from the chain. They had made sure I could not escape! I was left to spend the week totally naked, on my chain. I had at most one gate-opening to do each day, and I did them as efficiently as I could. I did not dare get another punishment. Most days I had absolutely nothing to do. I just waited, a slave, on my chain. The next Sunday, I was taken back to the pillories again. This time I only had twenty strokes. I was allowed one minute to masturbate, in full view of the ladies. Then I got twenty strokes from the black bitch with her leather strap. The twenty strokes were still absolute agony, and left me weeping with pain. As I stood locked in my pillory, listening to his screams and watching the ladies laughing as he was strapped, I resolved yet again to be a perfect slave! I would be content to live on my chain! I would be completely docile and respectful and obedient! I realized that the Ladies here had perfected a method of converting men into total slaves! They used good heavy chains and regular hard strappings! After experiencing the chain, and a good hard strapping in the pillory, none of us would ever intentionally be disobedient, ever again! We each knew we could not ever get off our chain! And we each knew the consequences of not being good! We had all been made into total slaves. Even me. I think I spent almost three months on my chain by the gate. I lost track of the exact date, but it must have been about three months. I gradually grew very lean and fit. I did have extra strokes on two occasions, by being too slow with the gate. In my opinion, the two ladies who accused me of being slow, were unreasonable, but I had to accept the punishment. I was simply informed that I would get extra strokes. I was not asked to speak, so I had to accept in silence. After three or four months, the summer was ending, and I was moved, escorted in tight shackles, to indoor barn work. In the barn, before my shackles were removed, I was padlocked into an even heavier collar, with an even heavier chain.