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THE MAKING OF A SLAVE By Betty Noone This is the story of Mark and Jennifer Jenkins. Married for twenty years, Mark was a retired dot-com millionaire at the age of 45. Not Donald Trump rich, but rich enough to do most things he wanted to do. There was a little over ten million dollars in investments which seemed to increase in value each year It furnished the couple with a tidy income of just under $500,000.00 per year. After taxes there was just over $7,000.00 a week, that is over $50,000.00 per month, for spending money. There was a house on 2 1/2 acres of land with no mortgage, with five bedrooms and four baths in addition to servants quarters. There was a full time gardener and housekeeper. The money came from the sale to a conglomerate of the computer company he founded. It is too bad that the terms of the sale included a rigid non-compete clause, so that business-wise there was nothing for Mark to do. For a while they traveled, but that soon became tiring. Jennifer got involved with charity work, book clubs, girl-friends and shopping. She had a free hand in making most purchases but it always rankled her a bit, because she had to get permission from Mark to make any purchase over $1,000.00. Mark rarely said 'no' but he maintained control. He also maintained control of everything else. The maintenance of his investments, the firing or hiring of the household staff, where and when to go on vacation. This was how it has always been, and Jennifer did not seem to mind. She had act full days with her activities. But Mark was bored. Being a hard driver when he had his own firm, he had little time to develop outside interests, and now was left with little to occupy his time. Jennifer was out of the house most days except Sundays, (when they were together). Mark began to surf the internet trying to find something to occupy his time. He needed something to occupy his mind. Although the marriage was childless, he always thought of himself as a virile male. While sex these days did not occur nearly as often as in his younger years, he availed himself of it, as well as occasional dalliances with young ladies he was able to pick up on the outside. So, life was good for Mark, even if he was being bored to death. And seek and ye shall find. He found the internet to occupy his time. Surfing many sites. He visited chat rooms of many different types, and found most of them not only silly but full of mis-representations. It was by accident that he came upon a transgender website. If Mark had any experience with transgendered people, he couldn't remember it. But the stories fascinated him. He knew that they were the works of fiction, he knew that wearing a dress and makeup does not instantly make you into a passable beauty, but he still read them. He spent hours on the computer and soon found other websites with similar activities. He did not realize it at the time, but these stories began to affect him sexually. They turned him on. After a day on the computer, he was ready for sex with Jennifer when she returned home. Jennifer was surprised at the sudden burst of sex activity from Mark, and even further surprised at the intensity that he performed it. From having sex once or twice a month, it went to two or three times a week. And it was wearing Jennifer out. She sensed that there was something driving Mark to this activity but did not know what it was. It went like this for about three weeks, when Jennifer begged off saying that she was too tired. For the first time in many years, in frustration Mark masturbated in the bathroom to get relief. It began to dawn upon him that the internet stories were the cause. It was soon after that Mark read a story about a husband who wanted to become a slave to his wife. The slave had no decisions to make. All the slave had to do was to mindlessly obey and follow the orders of his mistress. This story fascinated Mark like none of the others did. He thought about it. All of his life, he was in control. He gave the orders, he made the decisions. He wanted to give his brain a rest. He began to convince himself that he was tired of it. He wanted someone else to be in control, he wanted merely to follow someone else's commands for awhile. He began to seek out web sites about human slavery and slowly he began to become obsessed with the idea. He wanted to be a slave. A slave to his wife. After some weeks, he could no longer contain himself, and after completing a rigorous sexual session, he began to talk to his wife about it. He told her that in his boredom he found these websites and that they excited him. Not only that, but he was tired of being the boss. He wanted to serve her, to serve her every whim as a true slave. At first Jennifer could not believe what she was hearing. From a young girl she was raised to be subservient to her man. She was content to have him make the decisions and to be allowed to do the girly things she is doing now. But Mark insisted. He showed her the stories that he downloaded, and made her watch the websites for hours while he searched the web for more an titillating stories. It soon became obvious to Jennifer that Mark was obsessed with this idea, and suggested that if he was so hot for it, why don't they try it for thirty days? Yes. Thirty days. That should be enough time for me to get this out of my system he told her. Jennifer protested that she had no idea as to what to do or how to do it, and Mark in his excitement told her of a dominatrix that he was chatting on-line with, who lived in the same city as they did. He told Jennifer that she could visit the dom and she would be taught how to handle a slave. Jennifer reluctantly agreed to a meeting with the dominatrix. Jennifer sensed that if she did not follow through with this for Mark he would not let it go. So she did contact the dom, and their first meeting was at a coffee shop, sort of mid-way between their residences. Jennifer did not know what to expect, but she did not expect that upon meeting Artis Blue she would like her. She was nothing like she expected. She was in her early thirties, well dressed, and soft spoken. Jennifer talked and talked about Mark's desires during lunch, and they then drove to the park where they sat on a park bench and continued to talk some more. Artis said that she found out that by being a dom she could make a lot more money than in a regular job, and with a lot less investment of time. That her dom personality was nothing like she really was, but that her clients expected it of her. She also told Jennifer that she could teach and advise her what to do, so that Mark would get the full feeling of what it is to be a slave. And they made plans to meet every weekday for the next seven days. Jennifer realized she had a lot to learn. They agreed on a fee which Jennifer knew that Mark, in his excitement, would agree to. The first bit of advice was to contact an attorney who would be amenable to drawing up the type of contracts needed. Artis came up with the name of an attorney who not only would do it, but has done it before, and knows what kind of contracts needed to be prepared. Artis taught her how to talk to a slave, how to punish a slave and how to be a mistress. When Artis found out that money was not a problem, she came to the house one time when Mark was out and not only reviewed what changes needed to the house but recommended contractors who could finish the job in a reasonable amount of time. For her part, Jennifer began to get caught up in the excitement. There were so many things to think about, so many things to do. She found herself cancelling her social dates and spending more time with Artis. Learning and planning. It was two weeks after their first conversation when at the dinner table Jennifer told Mark that she was now ready to fulfill Mark's fantasy. Artis was a dinner guest that night. Although Mark chatted with Artis on-line he had no idea what she looked like, so he was unaware as to who she was. Both girls wanted it to be kept that way for now. After the housekeeper cleared the table from the dinner, Jennifer brought out a manila folder and took out documents. The first document was a contract between the two parties, outlining that this slavery is what both parties desire, and that they are entering it by mutual consent and without coercion or reservation. After Mark read it, Jennifer handed him a pen and he signed it and dated it where it was indicated. He handed the contract back to Jennifer who signed it, then had Artis sign as witness, placing the executed document back into the manila folder. The next several documents were the removal of Mark's name from all bank accounts, and from the investment portfolio, naming Jennifer as sole owner. Mark looked up, and questioned this document. He said he was signing away all of his money to his wife as well as any other assets they owned jointly including the house. He asked if this was necessary. Artis told Mark that slaves do not need any money or assets. That if he did not trust Jennifer to do the right thing, then don't sign it, and the meeting is over. In his excitement, but with a little fear, he signed the docs. They too were placed in the manila folder. And finally was a mutual consent decree for divorce. "I didn't agree to a divorce, this is only to be for thirty days", Mark protested. Again, Artis jumped in and explained to Mark, that his new status would be that of slave, not husband and that the papers would not be filed without his consent. What if Mark wanted to extend the game for longer than thirty days. This document would be signed and left undated. Again, Mark's trust in Jennifer was questioned, and with a little hesitation, he signed it. She told him that he should have a safe word. A word, that when spoken will stop the game. He told her that it wasn't a game and didn't need a safe word. Suit yourself, Jennifer told him. . He was so excited about the prospects that he lost his sense of reasoning. In less than 45 minutes he went from a wealthy man and husband to someone who owned nothing, not even the clothes on his back. He also realized by the bulge in his pants that this was turning him on. Mark was then told to sleep in the guest room as he no longer was a husband, but that he should be ready to leave the house by 8:30AM the following morning. They are going to have him get a physical examination, an eye examination and a dental examination. The three of them were at the physician's office by nine and by eleven he was given a clean bill of health. It took longer for the eye exam and they didn't get to the dentist until after four in the afternoon. Mark was not aware that the timing was previously planned, and that the dentist after being paid handsomely was going to take care of Mark. When they arrived at the dentist's office, Jennifer told him that Mark wants all of his teeth extracted and that he be fitted for dentures. Mark was stunned. He did not expect to have all of his teeth pulled out. The dentist looked at Mark and asked him if that is what he wants. He nodded his head in assent. Jennifer told him to speak up so the dentist can hear him. and he said, reluctantly," yes, that is what I want". The dentist had Mark sign a waiver. The dentist gave mark some anti- biotic pills, and promptly put Mark to sleep using gas. Three hours later,Mark's face was a bloody mess when the doctor finished. The doctor made impressions for the dentures, and Jennifer told him that they should resemble female teeth. All the dentist said was "OK". The two women took the semi-conscious Mark to the car and while still in his anesthetic condition, made one additional stop, that took an hour. The next day when Mark awoke he found himself not at home but in a small room similar to that in a hospital. There was a call button pinned to the side of the bed and he rang it. Shortly a lady in a nurses uniform came in, being cheery, said good morning to him. Mark wanted to know where he was and he was told that he was in the rehabilitation wing of a nursing home and that he would be expected to be there for at least three weeks, or at least until his gums heal sufficiently to accept the dentures and for the piercings to heal. Piercings? What piercings. The nurse handed Mark a hand mirror and he looked at his face. in his ears were brass rings about one inch in diameter. The septum of his nose had been pierced and a ring the same size was inserted there as well. The nurse informed him that he has a piercing on his penis as well. She opened the top cover so that he could look at himself, and not only was there a rod through the head of his penis, but the penis was encased in a plastic chastity device. The nurse offered him some water which he drank greedily. He found that it was difficult to speak with his swollen mouth, but when he did, the "ess" sound was more like an "eth" sound. He lisped. The nurse told him that when he had his dentures that would go away. Jennifer did not visit him or call him for the next three weeks. He laid in his bed, and after the first day was able to walk around the halls, and even go to the day room to watch television. He wondered why he hadn't heard from Jennifer and began to worry about it. She did leave a daily message telling him to rest and heal and not to worry, everything is under control. Jennifer wions from Artis was busy. the carpenters, painters, and other building contractors were at the house daily. They promised to complete the job within three weeks and there was no time to spare. Almost daily UPS or another delivery service delivered packages to the house which Jennifer and Artis unpacked, talked about, and laughed about. They were becoming fast friends with Mark being the focus of their activity. On the 24th day at the nursing home the dentist came to his room and inserted the dentures in his mouth, and made sure they fit properly. Mark was shown how to use Fixadent to secure the plates to his mouth. He was a good dentist and they did fit perfectly. For the first time Mark was able to speak properly and smile as by now all the swelling had disappeared the gums were healthy and the piercings were just about healed. He noticed that the teeth were smaller and he was told by the dentist that his instructions were to make the dentures to a female style. Mark practiced smiling in the mirror, and thought that when he smiled he sort of looked demure. The dentist called Jennifer and told her that his job was completed, That night Artis and Jennifer went to the nursing home for the first time to pick up Mark. They arrived after 9 PM and Mark was waiting for them He was dressed in the dressing gown furnished by the nursing home with a blanket over his shoulders. On his feet were paper slippers. He did not think to ask what happened to his clothes. He was marched to the back of Jennifer's new Cadillac Escalade, and the girls opened the rear hatch and helped Mark get into the cargo area at the back of the van. When they arrived home, Mark was disoriented from being in the cargo compartment and the girls helped him in the house. By this time Jennifer was not only well schooled in the arts of being a slave owner but were becoming excited about the prospects. For the first time in her entire life she was going to be in charge...it excited her. She would set the pace, make all the decisions and she will be obeyed. First she informed Marl that he no longer had a name. You are a slave and that is what you will be called. " Now I will take you to your quarters", she told him. With that she took him by the arm and forcefully walked him to the back of the house where the servants quarters were. The contractors completely changed one of the maid's bedrooms in accordance with the plans supplied by Artis. The sleeping room was only about ten feet by ten feet. The window had been bricked with glass block and ventilation ducts were installed high on the walls. The walls and ceiling had been painted grey. From the center of the ceiling hung a 100 watt naked bulb hanging from an electric cord. The bed was a canvas army cot and folded on it was an army blanket. There were no sheets. There was one pillow without an pillow case. There were no pictures or adornments of any kind in the room. All the doors to the bathroom and closets had been removed. Unpainted wooden horizontal shelves were placed in the closet. There were a few plastic bins for storing clothes, but there was no dresser. The adjoining bath had the shower head removed. Attached to the water outlet was an 18" piece of garden hose with no nozzle attached to it. The slave was not aware of it at this time, but the faucets were fixed so that the water temperature would only be lukewarm. The toilet seat was bolted down and cannot be raised. Hanging from a hook on a bathroom wall is an enema bag with a nozzle. On the shelves in the closet were folded cotton panty underwear, and neatly folded were six toga like garments. On the closet floor were two pair of women's shoes with two inch heels. They were of the same style and had a strap across the vamp. There was no medicine cabinet in the bath room, and the soap, razor, electric hair clipper, along with thin bath towels and hand towels that were neatly placed on a wooden shelf. Mark was unaware of it at the time but hroughout the house infrared cameras were installed, so that every movement or activity on the slave's part was recorded. It is now past ten P.M. and the slave is too exhausted to make any comments. He just wants to get to lie down and go to sleep. He laid on the cot and pulled the coarse army blanket over him. . They left him and he looked to turn off the lights but there were no light switches. Exactly at 10:30 while he was in bed with his eyes closed, trying to shield the light from the ceiling bulb with his hand, he heard a clanking. He was startled and looked up and saw that a solid door was closing at the entranceway to his bedroom It was a pocket door and was concealed between the walls. It clanged shut and he heard a 'click' when the automatic lock engaged. He noticed that there was no door hardware on his side of the door. Five minutes later the lights went out. He did not realize at the time that the door and lights were on a timer. Exhausted, the new slave fell asleep. He dreamed disturbing dreams, but when he awoke he could not remember any of them. It was 5:30 AM when the door unlocked with a loud snap and rolled back into the wall. Simultaneously the lights went on. This woke the slave, who got out of bed, folded his blanket and placed it at the foot of his cot. He found the shaving materials on a shelf next to the bathroom sink and began to give himself a shave. Afterward he showered with only lukewarm water coming out of the garden hose. Drying himself with a thin bath towel, obviously well used, he selected a pair of cotton panties and put them on. There were no socks or stockings anywhere, so he put on the shoes, which he found to fit comfortably and buckled them on. He never had worn heels before, and he paced around the room trying to get used to them. It didn't take long. Strangely, they felt comfortable on his feet. Not knowing what to do he sat on his cot waiting for instructions, there being nothing else in the room to sit on. At six thirty Maria, the housekeeper appeared at the door. She said, "Senor Jenkins, please forgive me, but I have been given instructions, and the Mrs. said you must do what I tell you to do. First, you may not speak unless you have permission, and then I have been given a list of what you must do." The slave said, "Where is the Mrs.?" And with that Maria slapped him in the face as hard as she could. She could see the surprise in the slave's eyes, and she told him, that was for talking without first getting permission. She then told him to get into the shower and use the electric hair clippers to remove all of the hair from his body, including his head and eyebrows. The only hair to be left was the eyelashes. After which he was to wet shave the stubble using the razor and shaving soap. He did as he was told. Afterwards Maria handed him a bottle of body lotion which he applied it to his body. Maria helped by doing his back. He was naked and embarrassed to be so in front of Maria, but he was afraid to say something. Maria inspected him to make sure that he was hairless, and even pulled on the chastity belt to make sure that it was secure. The chastity belt has been on since he was in the nursing home so sitting down to pee now came naturally. When he was completely shaven, Maria showed him how to give himself an enema. This was to be part of his daily routine he was told. Maria, was embarrassed as well, as with her Hispanic heritage the male of the house was always dominant. She did not understand what was going on, but she was prepped by the Lady as to what she had to do with her former boss . Nervously he performed the enema and after holding for about five minutes evacuated his bowels. Maria observed that he did it properly and gave instructions as to how long to hold the water and when to evacuate. He was then told to rinse out his rear end using the end of shower hose. The slave could hardly recognize himself in the mirror as the earrings and nose ring as well as being bald and without eyebrows completely changed his appearance. Strange was the look. When he was finally done, Maria handed him a pair of cotton panties which she took from the closet and he put them on. She then selected a garment from a pile and he was told to put it on. Maria had sewn them herself. It was made from an old bed sheet. She ran a seam up the sides, cut a hole for the head, and the hem came down to about two inches below the slave's knees. "This is what the Mrs. wants you to wear." While made from old bed sheets, it was a sleeveless dress. At first, wearing the dress felt strange, but within an hour he was kept so occupied that he did not have time to dwell upon it. Having all the hair on his body removed sort of felt sexy, he thought. The slave slipped into the shoes without any hose or socks, and even though he had never worn heels before, the shoes felt quite comfortable even with the two inch heel. Meanwhile, the cameras were taping, taping. Finally Maria handed him a dog collar and realized he was to put it around his neck. Hanging from the collar was a small metal tag that had "slave" etched on it. Maria then told him that it was her duty to train him in the arts of being a housekeeper and that he was to pay attention. That he would not learn it in one day, or in one week. Hopefully, Maria said, maybe in a month you will be able to take over my duties. Maria produced a leash, attached it to the collar, and then led the slave to the kitchen. On the counter was a plastic bowl and a large plastic spoon. There was also a plastic mug. "You are never to use any bathroom in the house but the one in your room, you are never to mix your laundry with the laundry from the rest of the house, you will eat only from your bowl and cup and never from the dishes from the household and since you may not speak, when you are given instructions, you must indicate that you understand by a little curtsy." Maria read out loud from a written list that she had in her hand. She continued. "You are not permitted to answer the door or the telephone at any time, watch television, or listen to the radio. You may not read any newspaper that you see in the house. What happens outside of this house is no longer any concern of yours". She showed the slave how to curtsy and after about three tries, he was able to do it adequately. Maria poured about four ounces of orange juice in his mug, which he drank greedily. She then poured a cup of dry cereal in his bowl with about four ounces of skim milk. One piece of dry toast completed his breakfast. When he began to eat, he started to sit down at the kitchen table and Maria told him that he must eat all of his meals standing up. She said she didn't understand why, but that is what the Missus wants. The slave was led through the house as Maria did the chores. When Maria was sure that the Missus was no longer in her bedroom suite, she knocked on the door, and receiving no answer went in. She showed the slave how to strip the bed and how to make the bed with clean bed linens. The Missus wants fresh sheets every day, she told him. She picked up the clothes that was strewn about the room. The worn items were put in a clothes basket to be washed and the others were hung up or folded and put away. The carpet was then vacuumed Finally, Maria showed the slave how to clean the tub and shower stall and to clean the toilets. Washing the floors would be on one's hands and knees. Maria showed him how it was to be done, and then had the slave do it while she supervised. And so the day went quickly. There were so many chores to do. Lunch was a cheese sandwich and water. Jennifer was nowhere to be seen, and since he was not allowed to speak could not ask where she was. In any case he was pre-occupied in doing chores he never in his previous life had to do. Jennifer's whereabouts were not on his mind at this time. At 4PM the slave was given his dinner. It was from a can of Dinty Moore beef stew, which Maria emptied into his bowl, and he ate it standing up. One can eat in that manner in less than ten minutes and that was all it took. Food was now to be eaten to stay alive not to savor. By this time Maria is preparing dinner for the Missus and her friend. Fresh poached salmon, oven roasted potatoes, and asparagus with homemade hollandaise dressing. A fresh garden salad completed the menu. The slave was shown how to set the dining room table with candles and flowers, and the place settings had to be just so. The slave had to wear white cotton gloves when he handled any of the dishes of the household. Maria's cell phone rang and she was told to be ready to serve dinner for two at six P.M. Precisely at six, Jennifer and Artis entered the dining room and took their places at the table. The slave was not allowed to serve and stayed in the kitchen while Maria brought in their food. After they ate, the girls retired to the family room and when the table was cleared and the kitchen was cleaned up, Maria led the slave by his leash to the family room. Jennifer took the leash from Maria, and told her "good night" which meant that Maria was not needed for the rest of the evening. Without a word she led the slave to the door going down to the basement and down the stairs they went. Artis accompanied her friend. When the solid door to the basement was opened, the slave's eyes widened in fear. It looked like a dungeon. As if Jennifer was able to read his mind, she said, "It may look like a dungeon to you, but we call it an 'attitude adjustment room'." Jennifer told him that she was aware that he had no sexual release for almost a month and today would be the day. She produced the key to the chastity belt, unlocked it and told the slave to drop his panties to his ankles, get on his knees and lift the skirt of his dress up his back so that his back and buttocks were bare. When he was a business man, known as Mark, he had little fear, but for the first time in his life he began to exhibit fear. Artis handed the slave a jar of petroleum jelly and he was told to masturbate when he was given the signal and not before. Jennifer then selected a whip Artis schooled her in handling whips of different kinds. The key is to inflict pain without causing bleeding. Welts will go away after a day or two, but slicing the skin could create scar tissue. After such a long time in the cage, his penis had a mind of its own and got stiff immediately. Jennifer began to whip the slave slowly. The pain was sudden and real. What he didn't expect was that with each lash of the whip his penis got harder and his desire to ejaculate became more intense. After six lashes with the whip, Jennifer told him to start pumping. He applied the vaseline and began to pump. It took but a few minutes for him to ejaculate, spewing cum all over the concrete floor. He didn't want to cum so soon as he found that the whipping intensified his drive, but he had no control over it. Jennifer was pleased when she saw that the beating she gave him excited him sexually. It was what she wanted to happen. She knew that she would whip him each time he was allowed to masturbate, and for now that would be the only relief he would be getting, Shortly he would identify the beatings with the pleasure of ejaculation, and he would need them both to achieve the high that he now felt. Jennifer told him to clean up the floor, clean himself up and to put the chastity belt back on. By now it is almost ten P.M. and he was led back to his room. At the door she told her slave that if he had any questions about his first day he may speak them now. In respect to his master he gazed at the floor when he spoke. "I don't know how to get my earrings off and they hurt me when I lie in my bed. Also, are there any pajamas?" "You dumb slave, the piercings cannot come off. They are complete hoops. Slaves don't have pajamas and you sleep in what you are now wearing." Without saying anything further the girls left to go upstairs to their bedroom suite. The slave sat to pee, brushed his teeth, dipping the toothbrush into the dish of baking soda which was to be his toothpaste, washed his face and climbed into his cot. He lay there staring at the ceiling until the door shut and the lights turned off. He was so exhausted from the day and the sexual release that it took no time for him to fall in a sound dreamless sleep. When they got to their bedroom, yes, it is now their bedroom, Jennifer confessed that she really got turned on by whipping her husband, the slave. Artis said that it excited her as well, and they began to kiss, and within a few minutes they were in the bed in a sixty-nine position, eating each other up. In their excitement, they too experienced a heightened climax, better than ever before. Lying in bed, cuddling in each other's arms, Jennifer stated that she was troubled by the slave's face. He still looked too much like her husband. "You mean your ex- husband to be, don't you?" Artis asked. "Yes, that too." "I have some masks at my apartment. One in particular would do the trick. It is a plastic mask and is painted like a doll's face. It is flesh colored and the eyes will look wide because they have huge eyelashes painted on it, and the face is painted as if it was makeup. If he wears the mask when he is in our presence you will not see any resemblance." "Sounds good. Let's try it for tomorrow." They kissed and shortly fell asleep in each other's arms. The following morning, the lights went on and the door unlocked. The slave got out of bed as he had to complete his daily morning routine before his day started. He gave himself an enema and then rinsed it out, he shaved his entire body as before, When Maria arrived at his doorway at seven he was dressed in his dress and panties waiting to be escorted out of his quarters. The day was busy with chores. With each day, additional chores were shown for him to do. How to sort the laundry. How to iron the sheets for the Missus, He was shown how to cook. But first he was taught how to do the simpler things in the kitchen. He was shown how to use the knives, how to slice, and how to dice. He was shown how to read the recipe book and what the different terms meant. He was served his breakfast in the same manner as the previous day and without any variation. He was soon allowed to accompany Maria when she served dinner to the Missus and Artis. Whenever he was in Jennifer's presence he wore the doll's mask. Jennifer now was able to see him without being reminded of her past relationship with this person. One day he was taken to the entrance hall and shown the device that Jennifer had installed. It was a 1 1/2 story tall foyer, and the chandelier was now attached to a hoisting device similar to a garage door opener. The chandelier could now be lowered and removed, and other uses for the hoist could be utilized. He did not understand the reason for the pulley, but he would later on. The days became a week, and the weeks became a month. The slave was first taught how to sew a button back on, Then he was shown how to hem a skirt with needle and thread. Finally he was shown how to use the sewing machine and in the beginning he spent hours just learning how to run a straight seam. Little by little he gained knowledge There never seemed to be enough time to finish all of the chores with the cleaning and cooking. He found that his dresses were too long as his knees became entangled with the hem when he was on his hands and knees washing floors. So he shortened the hems to mid knee. He was unaware how pleased Jennifer was when she saw him do this. Slaves do not get days off. So whatever day of the week it was, there were the usual chores to be done. Bedrooms to be cleaned up, food to be prepared and served. And to the slave one day was no different than the other. About once each week, and it seems never on the same day, the slave was brought to the basement, and whipped while he masturbated. Each time his orgasms were more intense than before. He wanted, no, he need to be whipped now in order to gain the intensity of the sexual act of masturbation. By now he was ejaculating into his bowl, and was told that he cannot have it, even though he wants to eat it. At first he didn't want to, but he was becoming so mindless that he was accepting his mistresses suggestions as reality. He soon found that he was wanting to eat his sperm but for now he was denied it. He was told, and it believed it, that when he would finally be allowed to eat it, it would be delicious. With each succeeding ejaculation he desired to have it. He was told that he would love it, but he was not ready. He was forced to rinse out his bowl in his bath sink, looking at it longingly, and wanting to taste it. And his orgasms got better and better. His penis with each whipping became harder and harder and the desire to ejaculate was ever present. And when he did come, he was in ecstacy but at the same time saddened that it was over. By the end of the first month, Jennifer tried an experiment and removed the chastity cage. She was correct in her assumption. Without a whipping the slave's penis now remained flaccid. There was no longer a need to have him caged. The only time he could now get sexually aroused was with a whipping. Being beaten with a whip was now a major part of his sexual experience. After five weeks of training, and after the dinner table and kitchen was cleaned up, Maria told him to go to his quarters and change to a clean dress and to re-shave his face, and when he was done to report back to the kitchen. He shortly returned and Maria was waiting for him with his leash in her hand she handed him his mask which he put on, and then she attached the leash. For the first time she attached the leash to his nose ring instead of to his leather collar. and then she led him carefully so as not to hurt the sensitive part of his nose to the living room where Jennifer and Artis were seated. They arranged the room as if they were royalty receiving homage. And in a way they were. They both were seated in ornate, cushioned chairs, much like a throne. Standing in front of his mistress with his head bowed, as slaves are taught they may not look their betters in the face, he began to tremble. He recognized that she held the power over him and that she has been enjoying this experience of having power with each passing day. As he stood before Jennifer and Artis, he began to tremble. Jennifer took her time and waited a good five minutes before she spoke. Five minutes of silence is a long time when one is standing, waiting in anticipation, fearing what is to come. But then Jennifer said, "I am proud of how far you have come in such a short time, my slave." Upon hearing this, and these were the first words of kindness he heard from anybody since the game began to be played, that he became emotional, He fell to his knees and began to sob. Jennifer knew that she had broken him. He now was completely under her power and will, to do with as she pleases. And it pleased her. It pleased her a lot. Maria handed the slave a couple of tissues and he wiped the tears by putting them under his face mask. Jennifer nodded to Maria, who then removed the slave's mask from his face. "You no longer need a mask my slave." He got up from his knees with Maria helping him, and he merely nodded with more tears streaming down his face. She handed Maria an object and she brought it over to him. "This is a forever neck collar. You will see that it is made of chrome steel, and that if you put this on, the only way it can come off would be to go to a shop and have it cut off. Once it locks it becomes seamless and is on forever. If you agree, and put this around your neck and lock it, you will be my property forever. You realize that even if you do not do this, things can never go back to the way they were. That is yesterday. I am a new me, and you are a new you. Tomorrow I am filing the divorce papers, and you will no longer be my husband legally. You haven't been my husband for a long time now, anyway." This did not surprise the slave. He realized that the month's trial had long passed and that no- one made note of it, but just continued on with his training. While Jennifer was saying this, Maria took his leather collar off of his neck. The slave took the forever collar, examined it, and saw that what his mistress said was true. It would lock in place forever. Without hesitation, he put the collar about his neck, and pushed the two ends together until he heard a click There was no turning back anymore. This was to be his life. Jennifer then said, "You may now speak." It was over six weeks since he uttered a word, and when he tried to say something, all that came out of his mouth sounded like "ork". He tried again and "ork" still came out. He had forgotten how to speak. In frustration he began to sob again, while fingering his new metal collar. Strangely, he felt proud to be wearing it, even though he knew that pride was forbidden to slaves. He now knew that he belonged. He had lost all thoughts of the world outside of the walls of the house. This was now his world. The outside world matters, economic matters, riots, elections, none of which he was aware of anymore,. His whole world was doing his chores and pleasing his mistress. And getting whipped. What did happen was that the slave with his spartan diet and physical activity, lost a lot of weight. In five weeks he dropped 22 pounds as a result of a Spartan diet and a lot of physical activity. The original dresses and shoes were now too large. Jennifer now had ordered new housedresses and shoes on-line for the slave. They were prettier than the shapeless dresses that he originally had to wear and began to take pride in looking nice. He now accepted, without thought, any instructions given to him by either of the two women. When Maria left, the slave became the housekeeper in charge and now had far more interaction with his mistresses. He needed to know if she would be home for dinner, and if so, what would she like. His ability to speak returned however he used language cautiously. He spoke only when he needed to. All household supplies and groceries were ordered by Email to the various stores, and they all had instructions to deliver them to the back door. The slave was now allowed to receive them. Instead of having a bald head he was given a pleated cloth turban to wear when he had to face the deliverymen. They saw a plain looking woman. One day Jennifer brought in a cosmetologist who showed the slave how to put make up on his mistresses. Yes, they were both his mistresses now. For the same price and at the same time, he was instructed in the art of making up his own face. Jennifer saw to it that he had his own cosmetics and he was now expected to be fully made up when in their company. He was told that he didn't need to wear makeup during the day while doing his chores, but he opted for just a little lipstick, and Jennifer didn't seem to mind. The cosmetologist taught Maria how to file and shape fingernails. Jennifer mentioned that she would like Maria to keep his nails nicer, and Maria took that as an order, which it was. It took two weeks for Maria's nails to grow long enough and he was soon sporting nails done in a French manicure. He allowed his nails to grow for another week and they became quite long and seemed to lengthen and thin out his fingers. From then on, he was careful to wear rubber gloves when doing chores that involved his hands being in water. It was at this time that the tattoo artist who installed the earrings and nose ring came by and removed them. They had to be sawed off with a small electric drill. The earrings were replaced with regular earrings even though the holes in his lobes were too large. There was a small hole in the septum of his nose, and Jennifer told him that it would heal and close up in time. It soon became apparent that Jennifer was no longer comfortable calling him 'slave' even though he was, and that being dressed femininely and made up, he needed to have a woman's name. Jennifer told him that from now on he would be known as "Maria" the same name as the housekeeper who trained him. Maria, now trained to accept any and all suggestions and orders, became Maria, and didn't give it much thought one way or another. Even though, little by little he was outwardly feminized, Maria never felt that he was becoming a woman. He merely accepted the fact that he wore the clothes that pleased his mistresses. If it pleased them for him to look this way, then, that is the way it had to be. On the other hand, he was not uncomfortable when so dressed. After training by the cosmetologist, a hairdresser was brought in, and Maria was trained to brush and style both his mistresses hair. Having no hair himself he now always wore the cloth turban to conceal his bald head. Once when allowed to speak, he asked if it was possible for a wig to be purchased for him to wear, for those special occasions when they wanted their slave to look especially nice. Jennifer thought it was a good idea and was please that the suggestion came from her slave. Later that day the cosmetologist returned with a selection of wigs, styles and colors to choose from. After trying on many different wigs, Jennifer selected a short cut brunette wig. She was pleased at the difference the wig made when on Maria's head. With the cosmetics, loss of weight and female clothes, he looked far more womanly than the male he was just a few short months ago. As time went on, Jennifer still holding the power over Maria, began to ease up on his rigorous days. She purchased dress shoes and different outfits. He now was allowed to wear blouses and skirts. There was a supply of nylon hose when he was to serve his mistresses. He loved the way the nylons felt on his shaven legs. His shoes graduated to three inch heels which he wore most of the time except when he had to wash the floors on his hands and knees. Even though he was now dressing completely as a female, he was always referred to in the male gender. He continued to be whipped while masturbating and the climaxes only seemed to get better and better. The automatic door locking him in at night was removed. His cot was replaced with a small bunk bed, and was given sheets and pillowcases to sleep on. From time to time he would receive a gift from his mistress for which he always was humbly grateful. Some of the gifts were nightgowns. The closet doors were replaced and a dresser put in his room. The glass bricks closing up the window were removed and the window re-installed giving not only light, but a view of the rear yard. The light switches were re-installed and he now had control over when the lights went on or off. However the morning ablutions remained in effect. The daily enema, and shaving rituals were continued. For each change Maria expressed his thanks and gratitude to his mistresses. In all this time the girls never had any company. They felt that it could be dangerous for others to realize that they were training and using a slave, even if it was by mutual consent. But by now, Maria presented himself as a female. His voice was still masculine and he did not try to mimic the female way of speaking, but he spoke very little anymore, and it would not seem out of order if what appeared to be the housekeeper, merely smiled and curtsied while attending to guests. The first party was at Thanksgiving. Maria was happily preparing for a total of ten people. Eight guests and his mistresses. He prepared a traditional turkey dinner. Maria, the original housekeeper came by on Thanksgiving day to help him in the kitchen. Maria, the slave, attended to the guests prior to dinner serving drinks and appetizers. Jennifer was so pleased that her Maria was looking so happy nowadays. Maria was dressed in a knee length black jersey shirtwaist. Dark nylon hose and black patent leather pumps with a three inch heel completed the outfit. His chrome collar looked like jewelry. No one would suspect otherwise. He took his time getting dressed and putting on his makeup and wig so that his mistresses would be proud of him. Dinner was served, and as usual, everyone ate too much. At the table were two single gentlemen who were obviously dates for his mistresses. Maria instead of expressing jealousy, now was happy that the girls were starting to get interested in men. Maria was not allowed to express or show his dissatisfaction, but he was not happy with the lesbian relationship between the two girls. The other guests left soon after dinner but the two men stayed and the girls and their dates went to the family room. The two Maria's cleaned the kitchen and had a late supper. The original Maria had not seen the new Maria since she left and was surprised at how he now became what appeared to be a female housekeeper and servant She was also pleased and honored that the new Maria was named after her. It was just ten days after the party and the household was running smoothly. The house was kept clean, clothes were ironed and mended, the laundry was done, Meals were properly prepared and served. Maria as usual worked seven days a week, no less than ten hours each day. But there was nothing on his mind to concern him. He was taken care of and had no knowledge of the world outside the walls of the house. It was then that Jennifer took Maria down to the basement dungeon, told him to strip and wrist cuffs with clamps were attached. She was joined by Artis who was a spectator. Jennifer went to a wall switch and a chain began to descend from the ceiling. Maria suspected that he was going to be punished for some infraction, but he didn't know what it was. Jennifer was silent as she attached the wrist cuffs and hooked them on the chain She then had the chain lift so that Maria's naked body was just off the floor. If he flexed his foot he could barely touch the floor, but nowhere near enough to support his body. He was dangling, and slowly turning by himself. He was so frightened that he involuntary began to urinate on the cement floor. Jennifer picked up a whip and stroked his naked back with it. "You may think I am angry with you, Maria, but I am not. I have noticed that you have become too happy with your status here and you are going to be punished today just because I can. You must again realize that you may be performing the role of housekeeper in this house, but basically you are still only my slave. Do you understand?" And all Maria could do was nod his head. He was shaking with fear. With that Jennifer began to whip Maria as he dangled with his arms outstretched from the hook. From time to time his body turned around so that his front was to Jennifer, and she turned him so that he began to slowly spin. She timed the lashes so that they would land on his backside only. The pain was almost unbearable. Having been conditioned to the lash, his penis became hard and erect, but this time there was no masturbation, no ejaculation, no relief. Only pain. Jennifer hit him again and again until she was exhausted. All the while Artis stood against a wall watching her friend beat her slave. Finally, Jennifer put down the whip and said to Artis, "There, I feel much better now." Artis picked up a pail of cold water and threw it against Maria's back. The unexpected cold water caused him to arch and it also stopped his erection. While Jennifer was sitting in a chair panting, Aftis lowered Maria, unhooked him, handed him his clothes and told him to get to his quarters, take a shower and get to bed. In fear that his mistress would get a second wind and want to resume the whipping, he crawled up the stairs as fast as he could. He could not walk because of the pain, so he crawled all the way to the back of the house where he did as ordered. The next morning, when he was dressed and in the kitchen preparing breakfast, Jennifer came down sat at the kitchen table, ordered coffee and buttered toast and acted as if nothing happened. It also warned Maria that he must not get too smug about his station in the household. Things went back to a routine. Maria now was brushing Jennifer's and Artis' hair each night, giving manicures and helping them bathe and dress. They often dressed to go out. Sometimes male dates came to the door to pick them up. Maria while still not allowed to answer the telephone, watch TV, or use the computer, he now was allowed to answer the front door. He always greeted the caller, whether male or female with a little curtsy, nothing fancy, just respectful. Jennifer resumed his whippings for masturbation, as now, he could not cum without having the whip laid upon him. And things went smoothly like this until the Christmas party. Maria was told that there was going to be an open house Christmas eve party, but that all arrangements for the party would be catered by an outside caterer. He was also told that the original Maria would be coming in to help. For over a month now, Maria was fitted with a tiny speaker that fit in one ear. Wherever Maria was in the house, if Jennifer or Artis wanted him, a mechanized voice would tell him so in his ear. And of course he responded immediately. The party was due to start at 7PM and at 4PM he was summoned to the front hall. He was preparing to get dressed for the party, not as a guest but as a server or for whatever chore that he would be needed. Jennifer told him to strip, and without hesitation or questioning he did so. He was told to leave his panties on, and nothing else. In the foyer was a circular plywood board, four feet in diameter. It was on four casters that were lockable so that they would not move when locked. In the center of the board and securely tied was a four by four vertical column, exactly 7 1/2 feet high. In front of the column and placed side by side, he noticed a pair of his old two inch heels. He soon found out that they were nailed to the floor of the board. He was directed to step into the shoes and put his back to the column. When he did so, Jennifer began to duck tape his ankles together, and then to the column. She did the same with his knees, thighs and chest. His arms were handcuffed behind him and behind the column. Another piece of tape was placed against his forehead and his head was brought back to the column and duck taped securly. He was now immobile. By this time Artis came by and began to help Jennifer. Artis had in her hand what looked like a condom, but it had a plastic tube attached to the end. She placed the condom around Maria's penis and with a small piece of tape secured the condom so that it would not dislodge. The plastic tube was then placed in an empty gallon water jar and securely fastened with the bottle cap. Maria did not understand what was happening, but knew better than to make any protest, so he just stayed quiet and allowed to girls to work on him. Artis then took a metal rod with a hook on it and inserted it in the top of the column. Meanwhile Jennifer was wrapping his legs with a wrinkly dark brown paper, around and around up to his knees. The rest of his body and column was then wrapped in green crinkly paper Jennifer smeared Maria's face with green camouflage paint. He was now green from his head to his knees and brown from his knees down, his feet secured in his old heels. Jennifer put a large nipple in his mouth and attached another plastic tube to the outside of the nipple. She then taped his mouth shut so that the nipple remained in place and could not be spit out. In the meantime Aftis took the plastic tubing and attached it to a fresh gallon bottle of water that she hung on the top of the column's hook. Maria could now suckle to get water, and could pee with the pee going down the tube into the collection bottle. This arrangement wss now directly under where the chandelier was. But the fixture was removed and when Jennifer lowered the chain there was a contraption attached to it that resembled a lady's old-fashioned hoop skirt. When the contraption wss lowered so that it rested on the top of the column, the ties to the hoops were untied and allowed to fall to about one foot from the floor of the floor board. Attached to the frames were green pieces of paper and when in place looked exactly like an artificial Christmas tree. Attached to the outside of the frame were little lights that gave off no heat. Then Artis placed a white sparkly tree skirt around the base covering the shoes. "Slave, you are going to be my living Christmas tree for the party. What do you think of that?" Maria tried to answer, but when he tried to move his jaws to speak, he in fact suckled on the nipple and got a squirt of fresh water in his mouth. Both Artis and Jennifer unlocked the casters and pushed the tree to the center of the living room. They placed a creche at the base and some empty boxes that were wrapped in Christmas paper and bows for effect. They plugged in the lights and the tree lit up. Unless one looked carefully, no-one would guess that there was a person inside the tree. Jennifer then told Maria. "This is not a punishment. This is to let you know what your status here is. I am doing this to you because I can. I am doing this to you because it pleases me to be your master". When Maria tried to nod his head, he again activated the nipple and got a burst of fresh water in his mouth. During the evening when Maria need to urinate he held back for as long as he could but when he let go, it went down the plastic tube and went into the collection jar without any noise. And that is how the rest of the story goes. The girls dated men from time to time, but always wound up back with each other. Maria looked forward to his masturbation/whipping sessions and the intensity never seemed to go down. Every once in a while Jennifer would feel the need to exert her control and remind Maria that he was just a slave. He wore women's clothes all of the time, and was taken for a female by all who entered the house. He never left the house for any reason. His universe was within the four walls of the residence. He loved the mindless activities he had to perform. He was thoroughly brainwashed by now and had no recollection of the time before he became a slave to his ex-wife. He didn't even remember that Jennifer was his wife at one time. He lived only for the day and was programmed to not remember yesterday. He was happy. Jennifer was rich and had a loving and loyal bed mate and was in control of her estate and her slave, and so she was happy. With everyone happy, what could be a better ending than that?