Then, she left quietly, leaving me kneeling on the doormat, like a good little submissive man. The doorbell rang about an hour later.
She opened the door, and a woman in her fifties, thin with a stern face, stood there.
“Is that him?” she said, pointing at me. “Yes,” my Mistress simply replied. The other grabbed me by the earlobe and yanked upwards, forcing me to stand; tears were already in my eyes. We went down the stairs like that; I was crying in pain, my head bent as far as possible, almost on tiptoes to lessen the pain. She shoved me into the back of a small car parked illegally and got into the driver’s seat without a word.
I said nothing, rubbing my ear, my head bowed. The journey seemed long as we left Paris. We took the highway south, exiting after the Saint Arnoult toll. Then smaller roads led to an isolated house surrounded by woods.
She made me get out the same way; my ear would never recover…
Next, she opened a garage door and “threw” me inside.
“Strip, put your clothes in the bag!” She pointed to a trash bag on the floor. I quickly took off my sweater, shoes, and pants, stuffing them all into that small trash bag.
“Put these on.” Then, she rummaged on a table and threw me two wrist cuffs and two ankle cuffs, which I immediately put on, sitting directly on the concrete floor.
Flogged by Mistress Noémie upon arrival at her place
Meanwhile, she came behind me and shoved an inflatable gag into my mouth, fastening it behind my neck with a leather strap before inflating it. When I could no longer breathe and was choking, she deflated it slightly, then grabbed my wrists to attach the cuffs to a chain fixed to a hoist in the ceiling. She did the same with my ankles to a ring on the floor and began operating the hoist.
I was quickly on my tiptoes, wrists pulled up, body in tension, unable to speak, breathing with difficulty.
“Coming to my place isn’t a good start for a new sub. I’m Noémie, Mistress Noémie to you, but I doubt you’ll be able to say a word before I send you back to your Mistress. Anyway, you’re not allowed to. You don’t even have a name yet, just sent here… you’ll learn this is a place to avoid; I’m not very gentle.” She said this with an amused smile. I noticed she was quite thin, with small breasts, her face hard and gaunt, blonde with a lot of gray.
She took a flogger from the table where various BDSM tools lay. Then she started hitting me, from my calves to my back, everywhere, vigorously and methodically, without haste. Each stroke made me expel the little air I could breathe despite the huge gag that was compressing my throat.
My skin was getting red, everywhere. She missed no spot. The inside of my thighs, the underside of my arms, my nipples of course, even the soles of my feet were touched. It felt like an eternity; I had no sense of time, just strikes and pain, stifled tears and screams.
After a long correction, a little respite
While hitting, she sometimes spoke softly, calmly, as if we were playing bridge.
“I’ve seen hundreds of subs pass through here. I have no taste for men and prefer dogs like you. The pathetic, the worms, the nobodies you can treat like dogs and who will thank you for making them cry. You are probably an E, a future ass-licker, a piece of shit who will learn to drink piss and even suck the cocks of the A, B, and other well-hung types. In the end, it’s not a bad thing we meet now; you’ll know what awaits you next time…” She continued methodically to redden every square inch of my skin. I couldn’t hold on anymore, wasn’t fighting anymore, my body sagging, held by my wrists, my head defeated, dipping down. An occasional twitch of my body when she touched a more sensitive area told her I was still alive.
She finally stopped without any reaction from me to the sudden end of the torment. My whole body was pain.
She put down the flogger and headed towards a door behind which she disappeared. I stayed there, defeated, weeping, snot running from my nose. My rest, if one could call it that, lasted a very long time. The door was closed; I didn’t know if it was night or day.
I fell asleep despite the awkward position of my body.
Then, a long session with a whip for the poor submissive
I was awakened by a bucket of water… my body was still only pain. Yet, she approached me, feeling here and there, my arms, my butt, my side, then went to fetch a riding crop, talking to me again.
“You take it well, which is bad for you. After all, you’ll become what’s expected of you faster. I’ve always been for radical methods with subs.” The first strike hit my buttocks, a sharp pain. The second followed, and she continued…
“The interesting thing about pain is that you always think you’re at your limit, that you can’t feel worse, and each time you discover you’re wrong. I like the whip because it’s more precise.” At that moment, she struck my balls. My eyes widened, and I let out all the air from my lungs in a silent scream. My muscles tensed to the breaking point.
“Yes, that does hurt quite a bit there, I admit. You’ll see, you’ll end up accepting it as a sign of interest from whoever dominates you. You’ll have to thank me for the effort due to your punishment. You’ll thank me later, with your tongue. I like dogs to lick my anus with passion, with extraordinary motivation, just to show how much they appreciate my efforts to educate them, and incidentally to avoid another round, though it has no impact on what I have to do. But we still have some time before this little session ends…”
Followed by another torture session with the cane
And the whip caught my nipples, my thighs, the soles of my feet, the back of my knees, my armpits… everywhere, even my forearms were reddened with marks from the whip.
She finally put down what I thought was the ultimate tool and left again, leaving me whimpering.
She returned after letting me recover and grabbed a more rigid rod.
When the first stroke landed on my buttocks, I thought the end was near. Never in my life had I felt such pain.
“You see, I told you, you always think it’s the most painful, and every time you’re wrong… Come on, no more than twenty.” I passed out before the fifteenth, unable to endure it any longer.
I woke up on cold tiles, like a dog. A short chain connected my wrists to my neck, another from each foot to my balls, still weighed down by a kilo.
My body bore countless marks and radiated a diffuse pain. The worst was from my buttocks and thighs, badly hurt by the cane. My brain seemed disconnected from my body, and I was floating on the edge of consciousness.
“Come thank me, dog.” I lifted my head and saw her naked, sitting on a couch not far from me. She was really thin but quite muscular, explaining the force of her strikes. I tried to move, crawling on all fours, slowly, barely keeping balance towards her. Each step revealed a new pain.
Finally, in my true place as a submissive man
When I was near her, she turned to the side to present her thin buttocks and, most importantly, her anus.
“If your passion for licking me convinces me, in addition to my piss, I’ll give you something to eat; otherwise, you’ll only get my piss before sleeping for a few hours.” My stomach growled, though it wasn’t my priority; I felt I’d need energy. I pressed my face between her buttocks, and for the first time in years, my tongue could worship the anus of a divine dominatrix. The long punishment session had taken me into a new world, and deep within, I felt the real need to thank her, to venerate her. I wasn’t playing a role; I was entirely and fully in my place as a submissive man. The chains, the cage, the plug were the uniform of my second life.
A life dedicated to the present moment, where my tongue vigorously caressed the bitter ring of flesh through which my Mistress expelled her waste. What better place for the sub-being I had finally become. I drenched this divine anus with drool and grateful tears, its taste, its smell became my haven of peace, my ultimate kiss, my source of life.
“Well, either you’re scared to death and won’t last long, or you’re really venerating me…” She turned around and took my chin between her fingers, her gaze piercing mine.
Ordered to wait for her in the bathroom
I wasn’t scared; I was in pain, but this pain seemed normal because it was wanted by her. She was my justice.
“No, you’re not scared, are you, worm?” She smiled and pressed my face back between her buttocks. I licked without being able to stop. My tongue explored the more bitter entrance; I would have wanted to enter her entirely, for her to shit on me.
I was.
It lasted until my tongue could no longer move. She kicked me away…
“Go to the bathroom and wait for me.” I searched for the place on all fours, like a dog exploring a new house, and found a large, all-tiled bathroom… A sort of tray on wheels, like a shorter, lower stretcher was in a corner, and next to the toilet, a piece of plastic formed a step around the seat with a neck-sized hole at the front.
My Mistress came moments later; I was kneeling with my hands on my head, the chain not allowing me to put them down.
Submissive man turned into a human toilet
She took the mini stretcher and instructed me to lie on it, on my back, head hanging off, which I did. She rolled it until my head was above the toilet, then positioned the plastic ring around my neck. It made a sort of seat for her to sit on, and I saw her butt lowering above me, her legs spread revealing her pussy touching my face. Instinctively, I opened my mouth wide around her sex.
“Here’s your evening drink. Every drop spilled has a cost. Since you’re an ultra-beginner, I’ll be lenient. But swallow all you can.” The liquid filled my mouth; I swallowed as much as I could, still unable to swallow without partially closing my jaw, thus covering my face with piss.
I knew the taste of piss, though it was distant. Again, I was surprised to feel at home.
When she finished, I waited for the last drops and the order to clean, which I did with respect and method. Cleaning a woman’s sex was a privilege, my nose pressed against her intimate smells, my tongue delving into her delicate flesh with her odorous secretions became my way of making love, enjoying life.
She stood up, flushed, splashing me generously.
“Stay like this, it’s a good place for you.”
Submissive man forced to eat dog food
And she left, letting my face dry and the taste of her piss linger in my mouth.
I couldn’t fall asleep with my head hanging and struggled to keep it up, occasionally trying to rest it on the edges.
I finally let it fall back, half-immersed in the toilet bowl. Uncomfortable but bearable.
She freed me to tie my neck to a chain in the garage, barely allowing me to lift my head from the floor. Then, she threw down an old blanket and a worn-out cushion, placing a bowl with some sort of mashed dog food on the ground.
“I took a can of my dog’s food that was left.” She placed another empty bowl beside it.
“I’ll come fill this later.” And she left.
A small light in a corner let me discern my surroundings.
My stomach reminded me I hadn’t eaten since morning; I didn’t even know if it was late, night, or the next day? The dog food was awful, but I understood I’d get nothing else and that such meals might be frequent… So I ate, as quickly as possible to forget the taste.
I rested my head on the smelly cushion for a moment and covered myself with the blanket.
She came back as I was starting to fall asleep. She squatted over the second bowl and urinated, my evening drink… I cleaned her thoroughly, my nose, mouth, and tongue learning all the flavors, smells, and tastes of her sex, then she left.
I lapped up a bit, preferring the taste of her piss to that of the dog food, then fell asleep.
Washed with cold water like a dog
In my sleep, I heard the sound of a lock opening and the chain, then, without gentleness, my collar was pulled. I got on all fours, my eyes barely opening. The garage door where I slept was open, and she was pulling me outside.
The cold was sharp, the light harsh. Another ring on the ground, my collar was attached with a very short chain. Around us, some trees and hedges didn’t allow me to see further. I had slept badly; my body was covered with stripes, marks, bruises, everything was painful.
The cold water jet hit me from behind, no surprise. Strong, aimed at my exposed butt due to the short chain, I quickly turned. But she aimed at my side, balls, stomach, arms, everything got hit, including my face which I couldn’t turn away.
The jet was getting stronger, more stinging. She said nothing, didn’t smile, just washed her dog.
“Turn your butt towards me! If it’s not clean, I’ll scrub it with the cane!” No screams, just facts. I turned, offering my anus.
“Remove the plug and spread your legs!” With the short chain between my collar and wrists, I contorted to remove the plug, a groan of pain, then to offer my gaping anus.
“If you need to go, do it on the grass, now is the time!”
Now officially registered by my Mistress
I went to the grass, like a good dog, I pissed, not even lifting my leg, just because the urge had been there for hours, but it became clear only at her command… The water that had entered me flowed out; I pushed and expelled some feces, like an animal, moving away from my excrement, returning to her, to the jet that once again hit my cage, my balls, my offered anus.
She came closer; I felt the cold water enter me, my teeth chattering, feeling animalistic, feeling that simple animal nature grow within me, chasing away humanity. Fleeting, the seed was planted.
I ended up shivering, back in the garage with my anus sore after she abruptly reinserted the plug.
She tied me back to the ring on the floor, emptied the rest of her piss into my bowl, and came to squat to fill it again. I cleaned her without her having to ask.
She stood up.
“Good breakfast, I’ll come back when you’re dry.” Then, she disappeared. I was still shivering and found slight comfort in lapping up her still warm piss.
Finally, I lay on the blanket, turning to dry off a bit.
I fell back asleep…
Her announcement woke me…
Good news, your Mistress just called; you are now registered. You are E24K273! Officially registered as a submissive I had no idea what she was talking about, but I saw she had a hair clipper in her hand and was smiling…
“Given your blank look, either my piss has already washed your brain, or nothing has been explained to you… I’ll go with the second option. Well. It’s not my job to explain… just know you’re now officially registered as a submissive. You must memorize your number by heart; it will soon be tattooed on you to mark you permanently. In the meantime, dogs like you only get one haircut… short… on all fours.” She positioned a basin under my head and straddled it like one does with sheep. I watched my hair fall and felt the clipper run over my entire skull.
Animal still. Shearing, tattooing the number. The seed grows.
“I love shearing dogs, dehumanizing sub-men is always a great satisfaction.” She applied herself; my nudity had never been so complete.
She then tied me up as the day before, arms pulled towards the ceiling, feet barely touching the ground.
“The second time is always harder, but your brain needs to record your time here as very, very negative. It should be a red signal so your Mistress can use it for your training.”
Another session with the flogger, then with the whip, and finally with the cane!
The flogger whirled with the same precision and power as the day before. Simply, my body still hurt from the previous treatment, and my brain already knew the pain to come. Quickly, I entered a sort of trance; the pain didn’t lessen, but I detached from it a bit. I knew the strikes were “normal” for the animal-thing I was becoming.
Then came the whip. I was back to reality, the present moment with some more precise, hard strikes, especially when she reddened my balls or nipples, the inside of my thighs or armpits too.
Finally, the cane came to definitively kill any remaining traces of virility or ego within me. Each strike resonated through my body like a death sentence. I felt like the first killed any future erections. The second killed my remaining self-esteem. The third decimated my last childhood dreams. The fourth buried my last memories of kisses. The following ones, one by one, plunged me into a cold, naked ocean, soul offered, ready to accept everything, give everything. From animal, I became a thing without thoughts of my own.
I didn’t pass out; I just went somewhere else. Then, I didn’t see the rest of the day.
I slowly came back to my senses in the car that was taking me back to my Mistress.
To be continued
