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Welcome to Stephanie’s World
Mistress Stephanie did not want to wait, and Mistress Angela had no objection. She ordered me to pack up the few belongings and clothes I had. I would be going home with Mistress Stephanie that night. The other dommes watched as I went to the door with Mistress Stephanie, who gestured with her chin toward the coat that I had taken when she arrived. I quickly retrieved her coat, and slipped behind her to help her put it on.
She twirled on her heel to face me.
“Why wasn’t my coat ready before I asked?”
I felt that any reply would be inadequate. I was especially self-conscious knowing that the other dommes, particularly Mistress Angela, were watching the exchange.
“I—I’m sorry, Mistress,” I said.
Mistress Stephanie stepped closer to me and placed a hand over each of my shoulders.
“Rule number one—you will address me as ‘Mistress Stephanie’.”
She drove her knee into my testicles, making me yelp before I even realized what she’d done. I’d been kicked and struck there by women before, but never like this. With that perfectly delivered knee, she had paralyzed me, virtually anchoring me to the spot.
Mistress Stephanie’s hands were still on my shoulders. She continued in the same tone, as if nothing had happened.
“Rule number two—‘sorry’ doesn’t cut it!”
Her knee slammed into my balls again, even harder than before.
This time my knees buckled, but Mistress Stephanie pushed my body up against the doorframe to prevent me from falling. The pain was agonizing, sickening, and it was spreading to my abdomen and stomach. Barely able to breathe or control my limbs, I was defenseless. The other dommes stood by, showing no sign that they intended to intervene.
“Do you understand me?” asked Mistress Stephanie. Her voice was still no louder, nor did it need to be. The implicit threat was tangible.
I was gasping for air, but knew I had to answer.
“Yes…….Mistress……Stephanie,” I managed to utter.
She seemed satisfied with this.
“Then welcome to Stephanie’s world.”
Mistress Stephanie took her hands off my shoulders and stepped back, letting me collapse on the rug in a heap.
“I’m gonna use the bathroom before we leave, so you’ve got a couple of minutes to get ready,” said Mistress Stephanie. “And believe me, you’d better be ready when I come back out.”
As she left the room, the other women watched me squirming on the floor with my shaking hands clutching my crotch. Mistresses Angela and Janet both were smiling. They appeared mildly sympathetic, but also amused. Mistress Tara addressed me first.
“You don’t look too good, dear,” she said in her English accent. “Seems that your new life at Stephanie’s might be a trifle unpleasant.”
The other dommes laughed at her understatement while I fought to recover. I needed to somehow gather the strength to depart with Mistress Stephanie. When she emerged from the back hallway, she was not pleased to see me still on the carpet.
“Get your lazy ass up now!” she snapped. “Before I give you a reason to lie on that floor!”
Still aching and nauseous, I struggled to my feet.
At the doorway she opened her purse, and removed a leash with an attached collar.
“Before we leave, one last thing. Open your pants and take out your balls.”
I barely believed that I’d heard her correctly, but when I hesitated, the warning in Mistress Stephanie’s eyes made me quickly obey.
“Just your balls,” she added. “You can leave that other useless thing out of sight.”
Once I’d complied, Mistress Stephanie snapped the collar around my scrotum. The other dommes snickered at the sight.
Mistress Stephanie opened the door of Mistress Angela’s apartment. She motioned for me to pick up the bag with my clothes and belongings.
“Goodnight ladies,” she said. I’m going to go play with my new toy. I’m sure we’ll all be seeing each other soon.”
The women bid Mistress Stephanie goodnight, then stood in the open doorway as she led me down the hall by my balls. It fully dawned on me now that I was the property of Mistress Stephanie.
As she strode ahead of me through the hallways and to the elevator, I struggled to keep up. A couple of times when I lagged, Mistress Stephanie gave a little tug on the leash, which cued me to speed up immediately. I still felt considerable pain from the two knees she had given me. Even that light tug sent another jolt through the lower half of my body.
It was fortunately late at night. Few residents were around, but we still passed people in the corridors. We first encountered a young couple that were talking and paid us no attention. But when we left the elevator downstairs, we passed a slender blond woman, probably in her late 30s, who had been waiting for the elevator. She did a double take when she noticed my exposed testicles and the leash controlling them.
When Mistress Stephanie saw the woman watching, she smiled at her while giving me a good yank with the leash. I let out a quieter version of the yelp upstairs when she’d kneed me. The woman seemed to understand what was going on. She returned Mistress Stephanie’s smile, then stepped into the elevator. As the door closed, she was staring straight at me with undisguised contempt. I felt that she would have yanked my balls herself if she’d had time to spare.
Finally, we reached the parking garage where Mistress Stephanie’s car was. It was quiet, and no residents were anywhere to be seen.
“Ok, that’s my car right there,” said Mistress Stephanie, pointing to a red Supra parked about fifty feet from us. “And just for fun, you are going to crawl to it. Get down on your hands and knees.”
I obeyed, dropping to the floor. I felt Mistress Stephanie unsnap the leash, leaving the collar around my scrotum. She stood directly behind me.
“Ok, now crawl!”
She punctuated her command with a snap kick to my bound balls from the rear. Surprised, I grunted, but there was no time to think or falter. I scurried forward as best I could while fighting the ache in my groin. I heard her high heels clicking behind me on the concrete.
“Too fucking slow!”
A second kick landed slightly higher. It caught both my testicles and perineum, propelling me forward. Though her kicks were draining my strength, I had little choice but to force myself onward. The car seemed miles away.
Even in her heels, Mistress Stephanie was faster on her feet than I could ever hope to be on my hands and knees. She nailed me with three more pinpoint kicks before I finally reached the car, where I collapsed writhing next to the rear tire.
“Wasn’t that fun?” asked Mistress Stephanie. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
She bent over to get a close look at my agonized face. I struggled to answer her, knowing better than not to.
“Yes…..Mistress…..Stephanie”.
Her eyes narrowed and her lip curled. She gathered all the saliva in her mouth and spit it in my face, spraying my eyes and cheeks, and leaving a large, thick glob on my forehead that began to slide down the bridge of my nose.
“Lying little shit!” she said, wrinkling her nose in disgust. “You didn’t act like you enjoyed it. Next time you’d better thank me!”
She opened the back door of the car.
“Get your sorry ass in there. And don’t you dare wipe a drop of my spit off your face. To you, it’s a sacrament.”
I dragged my weakened body into the back seat, and soon the car was pulling away from Mistress Angela’s building. I tried to muffle my sobs, but Mistress Stephanie heard me from the driver’s seat and laughed.
“That’s it, noodle-dick, cry! It won’t help you one fucking bit. Your ass is mine now!”
Mistress Stephanie’s House
We arrived at Mistress Stephanie’s around midnight. Unlike Mistress Angela, she lived in a private residence.
“The walls are nice and thick, so neighbors don’t hear the screams,” she said, chuckling.
When we got in the house, Mistress Stephanie pointed out a small room full of cleaning supplies next to the kitchen. This was where I was to sleep.
I didn’t care that there was no bedding; I just wanted a place to recover and nurse my aching groin for a few hours. Mistress Stephanie’s knees, kicks, and leash tugs had left me with swelling and extreme tenderness. My face was uncomfortably sticky from her dried saliva, but I knew that I still dared not wash until she allowed it.
“Rest up,”, Mistress Stephanie said before going off to bed. “Tomorrow will be a busy day for you.”
Erica
I woke up the next morning to find someone standing over me and eyeing me curiously.
It was not Mistress Stephanie, but a younger girl who looked to be around twenty. She had long, chestnut-brown hair and hazel eyes. Her body was slim, but well-toned and athletic. I sat up on the floor and winced at the stabbing pain between my legs.
The girl noticed my reaction.
“She really got you hurting last night, huh?”
Not knowing what to say, I just nodded.
“Mistress loves to hurt balls. You’re just unlucky enough to have a pair. I heard you limping in before I went to sleep last night.”
The girl smiled. I saw none of Mistress Stephanie’s malice in her eyes. She waited, as if expecting me to respond in some way.
“I’m Erica,” she said finally. “Nice to meet you.”
“Hello…Mistress Erica,” I said.
“Just ‘Erica’ is fine. You might be told to call me ‘Miss Erica’ sometimes, but you don’t need to call me ‘Mistress’, cause Mistress Stephanie is the only ‘Mistress’ here. But if Lucy or I tell you to do something---Lucy’s the other girl who lives here---then Mistress expects you to do it, cause we girls are above you. Like I said, you’ve got those unlucky balls!”
Erica laughed the natural laugh of a country girl. I liked her right away, but I knew that she meant what she said.
“You look pretty grungy,” observed Erica. “You can go take a shower if you want.”
I did want to clean myself, but was worried that Mistress Stephanie would return and find out that I’d done so without her permission.
Erica looked in my eyes and understood.
“It’s ok, really. Mistress allows me and Lucy to make those kinds of decisions. She won’t be mad at you, cause I’ll let her know.”
I had only met Erica a few minutes earlier, but her manner made me trust her.
“Thank you,” I said, still too timid to call her by name.
Erica acknowledged my gratitude with another kind smile.
“It’s down that hall, first door on the left,” she said, pointing.
That shower was one of the best of my life. The hot water seemed to wash some of my pain and shame away along with the grime. As I showered, I tried for a few minutes to forget the circumstances of my new life.
Mistress Stephanie Returns
After I had showered and dressed, I walked out cautiously from the back hallway. No one was there, but I heard female voices from another part of the house. I took the time to gaze around at the interior of the house for the first time. No more than a minute passed before an attractive, fair-skinned girl with black hair popped her head in the door. She looked about Erica’s age.
“Hey!” she said, addressing me in a tone much less genial than Erica’s. “Mistress wants you in the living room---now!”
Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked out. I followed her.
We went up a short flight of stairs and down another hallway. I then followed the girl into a large room that was carpeted, unlike the natural wood floors in most of the house. Mistress Stephanie was sitting in a red leather recliner, with Erica standing a few feet away. The two of them were talking when the black-haired girl walked in with me behind her.
“Well, it finally joins us,” said Mistress Stephanie.
She was smiling, and appeared more relaxed than I was used to seeing her.
“You’ve met Erica already, it seems,” she said, looking at me. “And this,” she added, “is Lucy.”
As she gestured, I looked over again at Lucy, who scowled back at me.
Taking a longer look at her, I noticed that like Erica, she was a pretty girl, but in a very different way. She was a couple inches shorter than Erica. Her eyes were deep brown, nearly matching her black hair. She had high, sharp cheekbones similar to Mistress Stephanie’s, and a determined set to her jaw. The tight jeans and half-top she wore revealed an attractive body. Her breasts were small, but exquisitely shaped. Her buttocks were small, firm and muscular. My first impression of her temperament had been accurate. Even my glancing in her direction angered this girl.
“You’ll be getting to know both of them quite well,” Mistress Stephanie continued. “And they will be getting to know you too, starting right now.”
She leaned back in the recliner, folded her arms, and grinned.
“Now take off your clothes---every stitch of them. Don’t hesitate, and don’t question me. Remember last night.”
I hadn’t forgotten. My abdomen still throbbed with the slightest body movement.
With enormous embarrassment, I began to strip. I didn’t look at the women while I disrobed, but I felt the eyes of all three of them upon me as I removed each article of clothing. Because of my brief talk with Erica earlier, it was especially difficult to get naked in front of her. When I had only my underpants left on, I paused for the briefest moment to take a deep breath, then pulled them off and dropped them next to my other clothes. There I stood, naked in the living room with three fully clothed women examining my body.
Lucy walked in front of me and looked down at my crotch.
“Shit, he’s got nothing down there.”
“I think it just seems that way,” said Erica. “Cause his balls are really swollen.”
Mistress Stephanie laughed.
“Could be a lot worse. I really held back. No fun in breaking your toys on Christmas morning, huh?”
Lucy laughed openly at the remark, and even Erica smiled.
“Well, what he does have might never work again, but not because of what I did,” said Mistress Stephanie. “You should have seen what Angela did to him yesterday. I have to give the lady credit for some serious bitchiness.”
“Aw, come on, tell us!” Lucy pleaded.
“Well, you’d really have to see it”, said Mistress Stephanie, looking upward, as if enjoying a mental picture of the movie. “Angela taped the whole thing. She brought him into her bedroom and got him all pumped up so he really believed she would let him fuck her. Just when he was about to stick it in, she told him her clit was bigger than his dick. He went totally limp in about one second, and the look on his face was so funny! Damn, I’ve got to get a copy of that tape from her!”
The girls laughed. Erica put her hand over her mouth as if trying not to, but she couldn’t help reacting to Mistress Stephanie’s description.
I stared down at the floor in shame.
When the laughter settled down, Mistress Stephanie got up from her recliner.
“Ok, he’s our new house slave, for whatever he’s worth right now. You girls will be doing a lot of the training to start with.”
She thrust the long nail of her index finger into my chest, and addressed me in a commanding tone.
“I gave you a couple rules last night that I expect you’ll remember. Now I have another. You will obey all orders from Erica and Lucy as if I gave the orders myself. It doesn’t matter whether I tell them to give those orders or not. I am your goddess, but Lucy and Erica are still way above the nothing you are. If you disobey them, I will either punish you severely myself, or I will have them punish you severely. And I mean ‘severely’ with a capital ‘S’. Last night I was just playing. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress Stephanie”, I answered.
“Good,” she continued. “Now the next thing is, we’re going to have none of that pampered houseboy shit here that you had at Angela’s. You will have new roles that I will choose. And the first role you will begin training for today.”
Mistress Stephanie stopped and smiled.
“Actually, I’ll let Erica tell you your new role here. Because she will begin your training. Erica?”
Erica walked over to me and looked in my eyes. She had the expression of someone looking for a gentle way to break some unsettling news.
“You are going to be our toilet,” she finally said.
My eyes widened. I wasn’t sure if I understood Erica correctly.
Lucy noticed my shocked expression, and had none of Erica’s qualms about how to tell me.
“Our complete toilet,” emphasized Lucy. “Our complete toilet-slave, got it? Do you know what that means? Girl-shit and girl-piss for every meal---maybe even bloody tampons for dessert!”
I swallowed hard. Lucy laughed maliciously.
Mistress Stephanie was enjoying my reaction too.
“Erica will start your training today. You may eventually serve as my personal toilet, but you have to prove yourself worthy first. My waste is too good for you at this point.”
I was beginning to feel quite nauseous. I had never performed toilet duties before; I didn’t know how I possibly could. But in Mistress Stephanie’s household, I would apparently have no choice.
“Ok, last thing,” said Mistress Stephanie “It’s the reason I had you strip. As much as I enjoy kicking the shit out of your balls, sometimes I don’t feel like exerting myself that much. So you are going to experience something that will make training much easier for us. Me and the girls that is, not you.”
All three women laughed.
Mistress Stephanie opened up a white cardboard box that was on the coffee table beside her recliner. Inside it was what looked like a complex electronic device with straps on it.
“Spread your legs!” Mistress Stephanie said to me. “Girls, give me a hand.”
I felt like a lab animal with no control over its fate. I complied, and the women began attaching the device to my crotch.
It fit mainly around my testicles. A chamber separated and snugly strapped them into place. I could feel metal contacts touching each testicle on every surface. There was also a strap that went around my waist, relieving some of the weight from my genital area. Once it was fully strapped onto me, the thing wasn’t too uncomfortable to wear.
“This thing wasn’t even on the market until late last year,” Mistress Stephanie explained to me. “The battery-pack isn’t that heavy, but it has a real strong charge, and the batteries last a long time. And…” She paused and smiled. “It’s operated by remote.”
She reached into the box again and retrieved the remote control. The panel design looked very sophisticated. I heard a beep as she hit the power button. Mistress Stephanie’s face now lit up like that of a little girl seeing the midway at her first carnival. I started to sweat.
She turned the remote in her hand so I could see the control panel.
“Ten levels, toilet-slave!” she announced, grinning. “Have a taste of Level One!” She pressed a button.
I immediately felt a sensation between my legs that was like nothing I’d ever experienced. It was a tingling that coursed throughout both testicles, inside and out, above, below, and behind. It was unlike an ordinary electrical charge because it felt like many charges all at once. I wasn’t in pain, but it was distinctly uncomfortable.
Mistress Stephanie hit another button, and the sensations stopped.
“Not too bad, is it?” she asked rhetorically. “If I left it on that level for a few minutes, it would start getting to you, but Level One is tolerable for nearly all men. Now try Level Three!”
She pressed another button, and this time I flinched from the jolt. It was a good bit more uncomfortable than Level One. After only a few seconds, it became painful, making me breathe harder. I began to bend over as it grew worse.
Mistress Stephanie turned the unit off again.
“Like I said, good strong charge, huh? And that’s still at a lower level”
I could tell she was very pleased by the effects of the unit on me. In contrast, Erica looked merely curious, but Lucy was thrilled.
“Crank it up, please,” she begged. “Let him have it!”
Mistress Stephanie laughed at her enthusiasm.
“Such an impatient girl! Calm down, I’m just introducing him to it.”
She turned her attention back to me again.
“I was going to do Level Five next,” she said to me. “But just for Lucy---Level Six!”
She hit the button, and right away I cried out. I felt no mere discomfort this time. Pure, gut-wrenching pain blasted through my balls, doubling me over in an instant. Mistress Stephanie turned the unit off again after about five seconds, but I was gasping and clutching myself already. Even if she hadn’t kicked my balls the night before, I don’t think it would have hurt much less. I knew now that the unit scared the hell out of me. Mistress Stephanie’s eyes flashed with the sadistic shine I’d seen only fleetingly on other occasions. She was savoring the totality of her control over me.
“One last demonstration,” she said, as I tried to shake off the pain and stand upright again. “You should at least get little sample of what the higher levels are like. I think I’ll give you Level Eight.”
I was very frightened now of any level. I glanced at Erica, who looked sympathetic, but turned her head away after brief eye contact. Lucy grinned. She was loving every second of my ordeal.
Mistress Stephanie hit the button, and I hit the floor nearly as fast.
The pain was like a dozen drills boring into my testicles all at once. I writhed on the ground, feeling my entire abdominal area cramp up, curling my body in half. I cried out in agony, howling like a wounded animal until finally Mistress Stephanie shut it off. I rolled over on the floor, trying to catch my breath. My stomach and thighs were still cramping.
“I bet if you’d left it on a couple more seconds, he would have puked,” Lucy said, sounding disappointed.
“Probably so, but I just wanted him to feel it a little today,” said Mistress Stephanie.
She bent over to assess my condition. I was starting to catch my breath now and regain some physical control. It had taken just a few minutes to instill a deathly fear of the unit in me.
“You will wear that thing most of the time during your initial training here,” Mistress Stephanie said, addressing me once more. Remember, what you just felt was only Level Eight”, she emphasized. And I’ll give you fair warning right now, don’t even think about trying to take it off by yourself. After we put it on you, I armed the tamper switch. If you try to remove it, it will trigger Level Ten. And it won’t shut off till either I override it or the battery runs down. By that time, your balls won’t be balls. They’ll be tapioca!”
Lucy laughed aloud, and Erica joined in despite herself. Mistress Stephanie noticed me trying to support myself on the coffee table as I continued my effort to get back on my feet. She quickly became irritated.
“Get your fucking hands off my table unless you want your nuts toasted again! And get up now, you little baby!”
My hands jerked back from the table as if it was a hot stove, and with a massive effort, I pulled myself to my feet. The cramping had subsided now, though my balls still felt like hot awls were stuck in them.
Mistress Stephanie was still glaring at me with her hands on her hips. I was learning that once her mood soured, she did not forgive quickly.
“Correct him!” she said sharply, glancing at Lucy
Lucy moved like a restless racehorse out of the gate. She stepped nimbly in front of me, and before I realized what was happening, delivered a huge slap across my face. I was stunned. This was the first time either of the girls had laid a hand on me.
Lucy could not resist following up. She faked a quick knee to my crotch, stopping just short of the target. That was all it took to put me back on the floor again clutching my groin. I was so sore and fearful of further assaults on my swollen genitals that even Lucy’s feint had dropped me. But at least the sight amused Mistress Stephanie and lightened her mood again. She and the girls laughed as I slowly gathered myself together off the floor.
“Ok, fun’s over for now,” said Mistress Stephanie, giving a short clap of her hands. “Lucy, you and I have some errands to do. And Erica…I leave the toilet in your care. She glanced over at me and back to Erica. “Happy training!”
Mistress Stephanie walked out of the room with Lucy following. Erica watched them go, then turned back to me smiling gently, as she had earlier when we talked.
“We’ll go upstairs now and get started,” she said to me. “Relax, it’ll be ok.”
She seemed to remember something, and then pulled a remote control from the box on the coffee table. I was confused. I was sure I’d seen Mistress Stephanie drop the control for the testicle-torturer in her purse before leaving. Erica noticed my apprehensive expression.
“Orders from Mistress, it goes with us for training. But don’t worry, I’ll only use it when I have to. Besides, this one only goes to Level Five. Mistress knows better than to leave a full-power control where Lucy might get hold of it.” She giggled softly at the thought.
“Come on,” said Erica. “Upstairs.”
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