to Kristin von Stahlschmerz, my Owner who leads me with a strict hand
to Lady Eve, who stepped by the side of my Owner and supports my education and disciplination
to Sir Harry and his wife Lady J.
i was in a location i did not know. in an empty room, like in a basement. i could hear the sounds of a party from the floor above. i was naked and tied to a cross. i was waiting but i did not know what i was waiting for. i was nervous.
The air in the room was humid and hot. i was sweating and saliva was dripping out of my mouth, as my mouth was forced widely open by a tight ring gag, my saliva dripping on my body and running down my torso and legs. Feeling my own saliva run down my body made me feel soiled and filthy.
The door of the room opened, and the Sir H and his beloved wife Lady J entered the room. They were dressed in evening attire and they were wearing masks.
The contrast of me, being naked and tied on a cross, to them, wearing dress and suit, elegant and expensive evening gown, made me blush and feel even more helpless and degraded. The masks also affected me. It was intimidating to not be able to see the expression on their faces.
For a while they stood in front of me. Watching me but not saying anything. I felt embarrassed and like an animal in the zoo.
The longer the two of them were looking at me the more my embarrassment rose.
It was a strange feeling to be displayed like this in front of two people i barely knew and especially in front of another man. Normally men compete with each other about manhood and power but there was nothing i could use for competition. No self consciousness, no strength, no dominance or masculinity. i was naked, helpless and vulnerable. Displayed on a cross like a worthless piece of meat.
What was he thinking about me right now? What was she thinking?
They did not seem to be nervous or abashed the slightest way. But then ... why should they be?
After a while my shaft started to get hard and erect. i could not prevent it as much as i tried. i felt nothing but shame. Shame and … strangely ... horniness.
i could feel the ring around my shaft now because of my growing erection and the thought that i was made to wear this ring, that literally emasculated me, as a sign of slavery, made my shame even more intense. i did not want them to see me like this, naked, exposed, erect and marked and degraded by this ring. i wanted to appear strong, dominant, eye level at least. Was this what still was remaining inside me from the times when i was the alpha? i fear for this reason my cock would start to get even harder and more erect. i could not prevent it. i felt nothing but shame. Shame and … disgrace.
Silently Sir H and Lady J stood in front of me and looked me up and down.
Apart from my Owner, they were the first people to see my restrained shaft. I felt ashamed and I blushed.
Their eyes scanned my entire body; everything, from my feet to my head, they took it all in. They were still quite unashamed about it. But then ... as already said... why should they be ashamed? I felt like a piece of meat, but they didn’t care. They actually seemed to like it. She was really quite beautiful, and I wanted her to like what she saw. She lingered a few moments on my ringed shaft and then shook her head.
“The ring looks beautiful around his nice cock. I am excited by the control that Kristin has taken of his cock with the ring. With the ring she has turned the instrument of male power that he used to dominate as an alpha, into a tool for her feminine pleasure, a human dildo, as I say. She has emasculated him and taken away his ability to orgasm and shoot his semen out into the world.“ Lady J explains to her husband. „So the ring prevents him from having release. So it should support fickstück to become more enslaved to Kristins sexual desires, like a beast.“
When the cock is erect the ring works as support and the shaft is full, big, pulsing and hard for a very long time. But also the ring makes an erection painful for me. That's why i take great effort to keep it limp. But now it was hard and erect.
The Sir H said after a chuckling laugh: „It‘s cock may appear strong, a veined, throbbing symbol of masculinity, pulsing with rigid power; but it is a helpless prey held in check by a strict tight ring that makes it impossible to achieve sexual satisfaction. Poor bastard.“
That is why she has enclosed, sealed me with her ring: so that my foreskin holds my glans captive and i am always horny for her and can give her pleasure at any time.
There is no release for me. For me there is only hunger. Since i had been ringed i constantly felt like i was on the verge of insanity.
My Owner had announced my ringing a long time ago, but after I still had not been ringed like this month after her first announcement I was relieved and thought this would not happen anymore.
But then my Owner had decided that my shaft should be locked so that I could no longer masturbate and no longer have the ability to have an orgasm too. I was to serve my Owner as a human dildo, like like she called it. With the ringing she had taken away my ability to ejaculate and to feel the pleasure of an orgasm.
A permanent steel cock ring, enclosing the root of my shaft and my testicles and it is very tight so that it cannot be removed without being cut open by using special tools. To remove it, it would have to be destroyed. It can be tightened or loosened with a special tool.
Another small, tiny ring has been inserted "surgically" into my foreskin, constricting it but leaving open a small and tiny hole that allows me to pee. The glans is constantly locked. As the smaller ring is sewn into the foreskin, it leaves only a small hole to pee or to sound the urethra. It prevents that the foreskin can be pulled back over the glans and makes the procedure of hygiene a big and humiliating effort as the glans can only be cleaned by using a syringe or pipette.
“It’s glans is now held captive by it’s foreskin. The foreskin can now no longer be retracted, is permanently closed but still open wide enough to be able to meet the natural needs. This method was used in Rome in ancient times to keep slaves, who served as gladiators, chaste.” my Owner said while entering the room, accompanied by Lady Eve.
I felt the need to close my legs, to hide my shame but the cross held me inexorably in this open vulnerable position and forced me to present my most private body parts to them.
By now, my Owner and Lady Eve also stood in front of me. Both wore masks too.
"Oh my god. He's really hit bottom" I heard Lady Eve say in a disgusted voice.
She was now standing with Lady J right in front of me. Behind the two Ladies stood Sir H and my Owner. They were looking at me with a mixture of curiosity, amusement and dislike, if not disgust.
"How can a person degrade himself like that?"
Sir H laughed contemptuously.
"That's not a human being anymore. He's just a thing now, an animal at best. My God, ... I mean ... anyone who lets himself be sold the way he did ... deserves the title of slave."
"Even a prostitute" Lady J replied "can still choose her suitors, even they still refuse suitors if they are too proud to serve them. Even they have at least a last vestige of pride and dignity. But this?"
Disgusted, she shook herself and snuggled into her husband's arms.
"What do you think, does he like it? Or was he forced into it?" asked Lady J.
"I don't know." replied Sir H "Why don't you ask him?".
"You think so? Really? You want me to ask him?" she smiled at her husband, but couldn't quite hide her uncertainty.
"Yes, ask him. You can touch him too if you want." he replied patronizingly.
It was the first time I had heard another man allow someone to do something to me. I felt resistance rising in me, looked the Sir H challengingly into the eyes, but then remembered what position I was in and lowered my gaze.
"Oh" she giggled "Thank you, my Lord." she said ironically.
While she was already taking a step towards me I also heard Lady Eve:
"I would like too" she breathed in the direction of my Owner and when she nodded with a smile she immediately followed Lady J.
Amused and interested, they looked at me from top to bottom. My breathing quickened.
"Tell me, fickstück, do you like this?" Lady Eve asked me in a soft voice.
I didn't respond, but kept my gaze lowered so that I was forced to stare into her cleavage. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were clearly visible despite the thick fabric of her dress. The sight of them excited me. I was afraid of getting an erection, because apart from how embarrassed I would be I didn't know how she would react if she noticed that I was getting horny on her.
"slave, look at me" she purred. With that I was snapped out of my thoughts and cautiously I lifted my gaze, grateful to be able to take my mind off her body.
"Do you like this place? The way you're displayed here, what's about to happen to you, and what you are afterwards? Do you like this evening? Do you like this situation?"
She looked me in the eye, and I knew that my look betrayed my insecurity and fear. I had to answer, I was told to earlier. But how should I answer? Yes, or no?
"Do I like this?" I asked myself. "Do I like it, the way I'm exhibited here, what's about to happen to me and what I'll be afterwards? Yes, I like it. And I must confess to myself that I am ashamed that I like it. But still, I like it, because I know it's right. I do not actively want it, no, but yes, i like it because it is right and i deserve it."
After a few seconds I shook my head and lowered my gaze again. I couldn't bring myself to admit to her that I liked it, that this was what I needed. I still didn't know if I was ashamed of it in front of her or in front of myself. But I was too ashamed to admit it.
"Did your Owner make you do this? Did she force you to?"
"Then it's your own fault. And then you don't deserve any pity. And no mercy either. I hope to watch the guests torture and use you extensively today. I can't wait to hear what it sounds like when you moan in pain and despair."
Lady J whispered something in her ear. They both giggled.
Then I felt her take my shaft between her thumb and forefinger and try to pull back my foreskin. I wished I could beg her not to touch me there, because I knew that this touch would be too much for me, that I would not be able to prevent an erection. She started laughing and still laughing she said to Lady J:
"He's really locked. No kidding. The foreskin won't go back."
"And he seems to like it too" she replied, pointing at my erection with her arm outstretched and her index finger. I felt my cock twitch and heard the others laughing while I was still looking at Lady Eve, who was concentratedly wiping her fingers with which she had touched me with a white cloth handkerchief. Then she handed the cloth to Sir H, who folded it carefully and stowed it in his pants pocket.
"The ring around his shaft is really tight. Does it hurt him when he gets hard?" Lady Eve asked.
Yes, an erection became painful because of the ring. Unpleasant but at the same time all the more arousing because that pain reminded me of what I am and what I can no longer get.
"His hard shaft shows that he still has selfish desires. He needs continued and consistent education and humiliation." said Sir H. He stepped toward me and took my shaft in his hand, encircling it with his hand. I felt the pulse beating in my shaft, it was getting harder and harder. The ring hurt but that only excited me more. I began to move my hips. It was a desperate attempt to fuck the fist of Sir H. After a few thrusts, he opened his hand. My shaft twitched, but it was impossible for me to come to an orgasm. The result of the rings i was modified with.
"You are so greedy." said my Owner. "Like a mangy bitch." I tilted my head. "I knew I would be punished for this impetuosity, though not right now, for surely she wanted to present me to her other guests with no marks. Still, I knew what that innuendo about the bitch meant.
Suddenly from another room i heard barking of dogs and I was still panicking about my Owner's innuendo. I was so scared now that I lost control of my body functions, and my bladder gave way.
They all started laughing heartily.
"We are very eager to hear your confession and how you will present it to the guests," the Sir H said.
While the four of them strolled back into the hall, Lady Eve turned around once more and looked at me. I spread my legs as wide as the fixation on the cross would allow. My cock was getting hard again, and I was enjoying the pain the ring was causing.
When they had left the room and I was alone again, I felt again the fear I had about tonight. I hoped that Lady Eve, Lady J and Sir H would be able to enjoy it. Again I spread my legs as if they were still standing in front of me. To confirm my abject humiliation and acceptance of my fate.
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