I was taking the train back in the opposite direction, the plug had resumed its place, almost too small to stay in. My pussy was becoming more flexible and open, ready for service. My balls were adjusting to their 900g, my cock was already just a shadow of its former self. The collar was around my neck like a strong symbol of what I was becoming. My Mistress welcomed me as one would welcome a piece of furniture back from restoration, without a word. I was no longer even a submissive male.
Barely undressed, I came to kneel at her feet.
- “You made good use of this training, the report I received is good. I think that in just three weeks, all things considered quite calm, you managed to acquire skills as a urinal, ass licker, cock sucker, and your pussy is now ready to be taken. I’ve updated your profile in the Circle’s database, and you are now in Phase 1.”
She looked at me, neither proud nor smiling. She gazed at her property without emotion, probably satisfied with the result, but showing nothing.
Embracing Obedience: A Submissive Male’s New Phase of Service
It was the natural order of things. It was normal that I did my utmost to be fit to serve as quickly as possible.
- “In this new phase, you are now considered useful. This means that when you walk down the street, enter a shop, or return home, any member of the Circle can contact you by phone, call out to you directly, and give you orders. They then block you in the database for as long as they wish. If the usage exceeds two hours, the system requires my validation since you belong to me. So, you don’t have to think about it, you obey. An ‘E’ doesn’t have the intellect to think; it’s a submissive male, trained to obey.”
She paused for a moment, letting her words sink into me and imprint on my brain, as she knew so well how to do.
- “You’ve already spent four weeks in training, one with me and three at the farm. You have two weeks left free; we will strengthen your skills for household chores, without neglecting the rest, of course. From now on, you will be my exclusive urinal. When my submissive lovers come, you will suck them. They will take you, and you will clean my sex and their cock after they make me cum. You will spend your evenings licking my ass. The rest of the time, you will do the cleaning, laundry, dishes, ironing from 5 a.m. until midnight. You will wake me up around 7 a.m. by quietly slipping into my room and gently licking my anus. When I dismiss you, you will prepare my breakfast. Then, you will drink my morning urine and return to your tasks. Never forget to thank a woman who gives you her urine!”
Total Submission: Transformation of A Submissive Male Under His Mistress
Another moment of silence. My universe was becoming clear and simple, as befits the object I was becoming.
- “From what I see, your balls have dropped a good centimeter. We’ll move to 1.2kg this afternoon, and we’ll use a larger plug. For your cock, we’ll wait a bit before reducing the size of the cage. Now go to work. Clean the toilets, the bathroom, and then the bedroom, thoroughly!”
I sprang into action instantly, heading to the toilets to clean them thoroughly. Did I have any qualms after all these words? I couldn’t say. I remembered the transition to 1.2kg for my balls. I knew I was going to suffer. However, I didn’t imagine for a second complaining or rebelling. My Mistress wanted to see my old balls hanging low. Who was I to go against her wish? I belonged to her, and that filled my entire soul, my mind, and thus my body, which belonged to her.
She called me once in the morning to serve as her urinal. Not a drop escaped, and after licking her clean, I thanked her for this gift. It’s true that I have improved. No disgust, no coughing.
She added 300g to my testicles and a new plug further opened my pussy. I groaned a little; she called it “squealing like a little pig.” So, I squealed a bit but accepted these new constraints as inherent to my Mistress’s pleasure, the only law in my universe now.
Enduring Service: A Submissive Male’s Week of Devotion and Dehumanization
The day passed. My muscles were tired, and my back ached. My balls were crying from their crushing weight. In the evening, I eagerly returned to that revered ass and rediscovered its bitter taste. One last piss before my Mistress went to bed, then I did a few more chores before sleeping for a few hours myself.
I received a few corrections during the week because I hadn’t done well enough.
I was able to suck two of her submissive lovers. One of them had an oversized cock, and both my orifices suffered a bit more. I was also learning to lick the balls of my superiors to thank them for giving me their cock and their cum.
The week passed like this, 19 hours of work per day, 5 hours of sleep. A good liter of piss every day.
On Sunday, my Mistress had a visitor late in the morning. I was in the toilet, cleaning and thought I recognized the visitor’s voice. My Mistress soon called me, and I recognized the doctor who had taken care of me at the farm.
I kissed her shoes.
- “I saw you moved him to Phase 1; he’s breaking speed records, your rat.”
- “Yes, fast and talented, I must admit. His dehumanization is staggering… At every new step, he surprises me. He’s always had this in him… what an idiot not to have taken advantage of it before…”
Ultimate Devotion: The Joy of A Submissive Male in Serving His Mistress
- “A shame you don’t like them to have breasts; he’d be truly pathetic with nice big tits!”
They both laughed. I pictured myself with large, hanging breasts and saw neither good nor bad, neither shame nor pride, only the satisfaction of pleasing my Mistress.
The doctor offered me her urine and her huge ass to lick while they chatted, my head somewhat crushed, my balls exposed.
I was quite happy to rediscover the taste of that huge ass. It took little to make me happy, after all.
The following week was the same. I got used to all these tasks and considered serving as a urinal or ass licker a break, a chance to be in contact with my Mistress, to feel her, taste her, satisfy her directly. Once, she asked me to make her cum with my tongue. I savored this moment as an infinite reward.
Sunday came, the end of my full-time period. She called me around 5 p.m. I positioned myself at her feet, as was proper.
Cast Adrift: A Submissive Male’s New Reality Without a Mistress
- “Your full-time period here is over. As per your initial request, you will be allowed to return to work starting tomorrow. I think you’ll quickly realize that this position is very uncomfortable for you, going from man to sub-shit, wearing a cage, weights, and collar at work, plus your earrings and tattoos… but that’s your problem. I don’t want a part-time dog. So, I’ve declared your vacancy in the Circle’s database. This means you are without an owner. I’ve confirmed your authorized working hours, from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m., Monday to Friday. Outside of that time slot, you are at the disposal of any Circle member.
- Since you’re in Phase 1, I think you’ll be solicited for basic tasks. You’ll see, it doesn’t concern me. If I need you, I know you’re diligent and well-trained, I’ll call you. Once you’re home, the cameras must stay on. They’re connected to the Circle’s database, and since you’re without an owner, all Circle members can watch them whenever they want. I advise you not to fall back into bad habits and to live like a sub-shit. Eat on the floor, wash with cold water, also never idle except on your knees in the corner with your hands on your head… Now get out!”
Abandoned Object: A Submissive Male’s Heartbreak and Resilience
I received all these words like stabs to the heart. After six weeks, during which I had found my place in the universe, everything was collapsing. My brain had probably deliberately erased this end of the period, and I was conditioned to do what I did for the rest of my life. I found myself orphaned by my Mistress. Alone, abandoned. She had thrown me out as one throws away a tissue after blowing their nose, without a glance, without a kind word. A discarded object…
I found myself in the street, then at home. I stripped naked and knelt in the corner, hands on my head, needing to cling to what remained of my life as a submissive male.
