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A tale to tell

My little slave boy has in fact just turned 19. He looks more like sweet 16 and unfortunately sometimes acts like he is going on 12.

I sometimes wonder if he will ever just "grow up". Then again something about his very youthfulness (I am 44) really must appeal to me very much.

Awkward and even clumsy at times in a charming very boyish way, he blushes quite easily and indeed he often has an extremely vulnerable, almost poignant young quality about him that I just love to see and exploit.

In my more mellow or gentle moments I have sometimes referred? to him just as a cute little doll boy

Although I am a redhead and he is very blonde I am sometimes mistaken for his mother.

It is a mistake he at least never makes any more, although for most of his life I have in fact been like a mother to him.

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Although he has only been my full-time slave and slut for about a year since he was 18,? he has lived under my charge? since he was just 11 years old.

These are the true life accounts of the training and some delicious little torments of my boytoy "J"

In these tales I refer to him as "J" to protect his identity for now, but one day, who knows? I may decide to humiliate him quite thoroughly by publishing his real name and even photos of him crying like a little girl in his agonies, besides the people who know me probably know who he is anyway.

But to me now, he is merely and quite literally just a boy toy with emphasis on 'toy' and he has no identity other than the one I allow him.

First, a little background and some words of explanation.

I was a very close friend of his father for most of my 44? years and was once even romantically involved with him after I left high school.

Our paths had separated a few years later when I had left to take my masters degree in the East and he had been sent courtesy of Uncle Sam to Norway.

But the story of how the kid came to be with me is long and convoluted and not the real interest of these tales.

Suffice to say, 'J' is mine now, bought and paid for.

I own him as surely as I own my several dogs and 2 cats.

He is now my complete slave, to totally to do with, whatever I like, and there is much I do like to do as you will soon learn.

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Over those years I have gone from being his legal guardian, his friend, mentor, employer, coach and disciplinarian and now I am the owner of his body and his mistress.

He wants for nothing in a material sense since I provide everything. All of his clothes, those delightful little uniforms, all his food, and one room in my house where he must study when we say, relax when we let him, and sleep when he can.

It all comes from me and my benevolence.

He has no money, and needs none.? Every year a Big fat check from his fathers company still goes into his personal trust fund to which he has no access to until he turns 25.

By then he will likely be a very rich young man.

He works for me now mainly in my gardens and greenhouses tending to my flowers, shrubs and trees and maintaining and mowing the very large and extensive lawns that surround them.

The boy has a definite aptitude for yard and garden work? and since he was 10 or 11 he has mowed lawns, and raked leaves for me, my neighbors and friends.

I have watched as hard work and sweet obedience have not only developed his character, but also nicely developed his growing young body.

It used to earn him a small allowance that he was once able? to waste on his juvenile pursuits.

Now, any money he makes, if or when I rent him out goes to me for his upkeep. He gets nothing, except perhaps my praise, which for him is worth more than gold anyway. Of course he will get a thrashing if someone reports they are dissatisfied with his labor.

I also have him look after our pool, and whenever needed, he serves us as a houseboy and maid.

He is not allowed to leave the grounds of this large estate except with one of us or with our express permission, so he stays.

In return for his absolute obedience, labors and service, I give him good food and lodging but no wage. I also like to give him a lot of pain in special ways.

He has a sexy young body that's athletic but not too muscular and perhaps still developing but already very pleasing to me.

As this body now belongs to me, I do not allow him to smoke or to drink and since he is my 'trophy boy', I demand and ensure that he takes really good care of it.

He is allowed supervised computer access and some radio and TV if and when we permit it. These allowances are really 'privileges' and can be given or witheld at our complete discretion depending mostly on his behavior but also on our own moods and whims.

All his childish toys are now gone, given away or thrown out, his skateboard, his ipod, his X-box, everything. I want nothing to distract him from what is to become the most important thing in his life, pleasing and serving me.

He was on the swim and track team in high school and must still take long runs around the grounds.? He is required to also workout regularly in our basement gym under our strict supervision and must swim at least 60 laps a week.

Of course while he is working out we may often be working ON, Him.

He has always been a tall kid but is extremely long legged and lanky so when he sits etc. he always seems much shorter than his real height.

Large sultry blue-green eyes look out from behind his long dirty blonde bangs giving him often a girlish yet haunted look and at the same time a sweetly innocent and young, even vulnerable look that I just adore in him.

His lightly tanned skin is very smooth and is practically hairless everywhere below his eyes.

Always labeled a "cutie" rather than a ?hottie? by his peers at school, adorably cute is still a description that perfectly fits him, to a T.

Because he has no access to ready money and nothing of his own anymore and must rely entirely upon us for everything, we do not expect him to give us anything except of course his labor, his absolute submission and total obedience.

We now share my very large house and grounds with 2 other Dominant Ladies. Sarah and Susan or the two 'S's as I jokingly call them.

Ms Sarah is 26 so only a few years older than my little puppet-boy but still very strict in her own way with him and with a deliciously cruel and sadistic streak. She is a very inventive young lady with a style all her own and she likes to put the poor 'J' thru absolute hell at times, really making him suffer quite beautifully much to my own great satisfaction and sadistic delight.

Ms Susan, is in her 40's like me and enjoys a more domestic discipline OTK style of the femdom lifestyle for keeping her own slaves in line and certainly for dealing with my horny young boy-slut.

She has many admirers and devotees, both male and female slaves who visit us periodically and she seems to particularly love giving very severe doses of her hairbrush, spanking these naughty boys and girls to perfection.

Much to my poor 'J's dread and chagrin she also likes giving sore and tender young buns very extended and I imagine awfully painful doses of the a belt or cane.

Both ladies now share him with me 24/7 and under my rules and allowances, they also have almost absolute power over him.

I am pleased to generally allow them free reign to indulge themselves with 'J' in any way they like but always within the rules and framework we have set for him.

I can now leave him to their tender mercies anytime and, I know certain things will likely happen. Namely they will really work him over good, put him to work for them, break him and Hurt him badly anytime they desire but just keep within my rules for him and not ruin or permanently damage him.

For me, just the thought or sight of him suffering exquisite agonies under one or more of us, always makes me damp between my legs.

The other ladies in turn seem quite content to have a submissive young cutie serving them in his little uniforms whenever they wish.

Under the rules he knows he has to obey them and must accept anything they demand or do to him just as if it were me in their place.? He has little or no choice in the matter any more and only one place, me, to appeal to, but these days I generally side with the other ladies over him.

Of course he knows this now and his formal appeals to me are never really ?free?.

No. like all his rare privileges They will always cost him, sometimes quite dearly, especially if I feel he is just abusing the privilege by being a disrespectful brat or a childish whiney cry-baby.

So now his tearful appeals to me are very rare.

They know the rules and so does he.

My word is final as regards anything that happens to him, but within an agreed framework I trust them both and give them carte blanche in dealing with him.

Our dominion over 'J' is almost complete now, down to the smallest detail.

Absolute unquestioning obedience and total submission is required from him by all of us, all day, every day.

We allow no disobedience, or cheeky back-chat and as you will see, both are punished quite severely .

Besides, his insolent tongue, as you will soon read, has other, far better and,? much more appealing uses for us.

We have many rules for him to memorize and obey but only a few basic concepts that must be followed by the ladies with him.

I will explain each in some detail so that readers may see how they all fit together and I will provide little anecdotal examples to illustrate each.

Over the years particularly the last 3 years I have grown to really know my sweet little boy-toy inside out.

As part of his very earliest formal training and even before he officially became my slave he was required to submit very long and detailed written essays to me about our relationship.

In these, he was always allowed to completely bare his innermost soul without fear of retaliation over anything he wrote.

He was still quite young and I wanted to be absolutely sure that the boy really knew himself well enough.

I also needed to look deep inside him and find out what really made him tick. To get inside his head.

He was thus able to express, all his ideas, longings, fears and thoughts to me.

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Of course since this relationship is really all about me and what I like and think, I could choose to use what I learned or not, just as I pleased, but it always made for some very interesting reading.

For a teenager he actually wrote very well, passionately and honestly and even today I often find myself still re-reading these essays to see if there are things or clues I might have missed.

Some of what he wrote has surprised me with its intensity but it has also encouraged and helped me to see inside the lads deepest soul.

One thing that was very obvious to me even before he confirmed it was that he needed lots of structure in his life. He actually wanted rules. My rules and routines. He desperately needed to surrender control. To give authority and responsibility for his life to me in order to reach his true potential both as my slave and as a man , Fortunately or otherwise for him I have really enjoyed taking control. Taking everything away from him so that I am to become his entire life.

Today he has no control over anything anymore and I sometimes wonder if he secretly now has regrets that he gave up so much.

It would be too bad if he did, for there will be no going back to any life he thought he owned.

He is truly mine now. Body and soul.

These tales are about the training and discipline of 'J', turning him into the perfect slave for us.

They are also about how we indulge ourselves now at the young pain-slut's expense.

I have very high expectations for the boy and some quite high demands.

Unfortunately for my cute little boy-toy, sometimes a deep insatiable hunger within me to really? make him suffer miserably, and see him squirming and weeping just for my amusement and sexual pleasure means, too bad for him.

That is exactly what he must do.? Suffer for me. Miserably.

I have had men sometimes in other ways and was once married and in a vanilla relationship for over 6 years.

I still date sometimes but for my incredible little boy-toy and me its different. Although I am sometimes gentle, even nurturing with certain men, I am a sexual sadist and far more often, especially with very cute ones? or when my juices flow, I become mercilessly strict and cruel, a callous tormentress.

He is a such a sweetly innocent little piece of slave flesh that In some ways? he is really much more like a long legged doll I used to have when I was a little girl.

With him now, I am a quite heartless and absolute total bitch.

Yes, he?s just a toy for me, a favorite toy perhaps, but still just a cute little doll. A fresh young piece of meat to slowly roast in my fires. A cute little puppet on a string for me to play with, to ruthlessly torment and torture for many satisfying and wonderful hours.

I would not want to really damage him of course, he is far too useful to me and precious for that, but we certainly do enjoy hurting him, and I for one like him best when he is hurting quite badly, suffering and weeping through his special little agonies for me like the writhing little pain-slut that he truly is.

There are a few absolutes now for him and he exists with some very fixed, unchanging rules and protocols. You will soon see how each of these rules apply and how it affects his life with us. The main rules and aspects that dictate his many routines are really all encompassed in just One main concept.

His complete and absolute obedience, and an unquestioning and total acceptance of my rights and authority over him in all things

Under this general concept there are also a few 24/7 rigidly enforced rules.

I will explain each in some detail within my tales

Needless to say, for now though, the cute little slaveboy is kept very busy and very sore sharing a house with, and submitting to, not just ONE, but three strict and sadistic Dommes.

Our arrangements mean a lot of very juicy fun at his expense and seem to work very well for us within the framework we ladies have agreed upon.

For example teasing and denial for him is more than merely a concept.

It is a very real and an almost all pervasive fact.

I will just not allow a selfish dirty little slave-boy to waste my cum by spurting and spilling it wherever he likes.

His young balls may desperately need emptying but as his owner and mistress I will decide when and where it happens. Besides its really MY cum and MY balls he begs us to empty.

?When he was going thru puberty of course things were very different. Our relationship was very different back then. The issue of masturbation never really arose.

I knew it was probably happening but he was merely an adolescent boy, a child of 12 and 13 in my house and I was almost more like a mom to him.

As he got older 15 or 16 however I insisted that if he just HAD to do those sticky and messy things, he better do them elsewhere and not in my house.

Last year everything changed.

He became 18 years old, legally a Man. More importantly he became my full time slave and boy-slut.

One of the very first things I did was to take control of many things in his life.

I like my slaves genitals kept hairless and smooth as well as controlled, so first his teenaged cock and balls were shaved, depilated then locked in a viciously efficient little restrainer

called a 'Kalis teeth bracelet' or KTB for short. They are now totally mine to do with as I like.

Putting him into a device that would very effectively prevent any unauthorized erections and orgasms was a very important event in our D/s lives.

Like collaring, he gave up to me and I took from him, absolute and very real total control, of a nice new young cock and his two teenage balls.

From that very moment any Cumming for him without my express permission, became a crime that carried severe punishment.

Now he is kept almost constantly in the restrainer under those cute little uniforms unless we want him released from it either for hygiene purposes or to quite severely tease him to distraction just for some amusement.

My sweet young boy-slut complete with his nasty little still raging hormones is sometimes so wickedly frustrated and teased by us that wonderful big and beautiful tears will flow down his cheeks as he sobs and pleads, begging then often screaming quite delightfully for some release or mercy.

It really is a lot of fun to watch him writhe and squirm and he certainly looks extremely cute whenever he is really crying his eyes out like that. He is such a little bitch at times..

Of course he is just being a silly little nasty toy and we never grant him the nasty little orgasms he seeks. Instead after some more prolonged and wickedly naughty teasing we will just ignore him and? lock his restrainer back on him.

Oh my God how I love that look of complete helplessness and defeat when he realizes that we are not going to let up on him.

The poor darling has had no relief from his dreadful frustrations so obviously the nicest thing to do is to help take his mind off it.

Just to show that we are not totally heartless bitches we try and help him forget his little disappointments? by giving him something else to think about.

I really want to help our cute little cry baby forget his aching balls and we normally do this by taking up our riding crops and whipping his thighs till they are both awfully stingy and sore.

Did I mention that sometimes the ungrateful little boytoy screams even louder when we do this. Then we just have to gag him and leave him all tied up for 2 or 3 hours till he has cried himself out.

He is sometimes so unappreciative of all we do for him.

Denied his dirty little boy orgasms and even full erections while in the KTB he can safely then soon be put right back to work for us.

Life for my boytoy slave can be so rough sometimes, as you?ll hear in these tales, but I say, Oh well.

Too bad. So sad. kiddo.

Once every 6 weeks or so if he has been a really good little slave and is really lucky he gets a special treat. To be firmly milked by me either directly, ( if I am feeling generous) or as is more likely, by having his prostate massaged and tormented till the creamy slime just bubbles within his balls then just flows in an amusing little stream right out of his cock.

I don't think it gives him much pleasure though since he wont get to orgasm, but it does empty his balls quite efficiently for us and leaves them ready for another few weeks of delightful torment.

There have even been accidents in the past and the young man has several times in fact dared to spurt, bubble and gush,? spilling sometimes most naughtily without my permission and against my orders.

It has happened more during intense teasing and we treat these accidents as gross forms of insolent disobedience on his part, and we treat them accordingly.

Needless to say his punishments for this disobedience are very dire indeed.

Usually he cannot even touch himself down there without express permission and our supervision. Oh yes, he may twist and writhe quite sexily with his hands on his head, by his side or behind his back usually sobbing in utter frustration as much as he likes but the silly boy will just have to suck it up and live with it won't he?

Yes he must just learn to accept his total loss of free will or control over his cock and balls which I now own.

A general rule we like to maintain for him is blue aching balls nearly all the time. We don?t really care if he leaks gallons of that clear pre-cum honey whenever we tease him, soaking his little panties, just no actual spurting allowed no matter how much he begs for it.

Whenever we take our teasing hands away we all love watching him grind his sexy little hips quite naughtily in those very provocative but futile little thrusts towards us pleading for some relief.

Indeed we love making him do just that to our great amusement and laughter as you will hear but that?s all he is ever allowed and he better just get used to it.

?Often we will tease his completely hairless and swollen balls while he is still yet locked in his device and he still wont be able to even erect without considerable pain.

It does bring such lovely big tears to his eyes which l absolutely adore seeing.

He certainly wont be able to gush or spurt in his KTB? and instead must just be satisfied to slowly leak pints and gallons of pre-slop, that is if I allow him the privilege to leak.

Usually I do allow him to leak since its a lot of fun to watch and know thats what he is doing. It also? beautifully confirms his very intense frustration for us.

We have started collecting this frustration juice in jars and Sarah and I have some delightfully naughty plans for it.

More on this later but for now I will just say it?s an awful lot of fun for us.

Teasing young 'J' mercilessly and repeartedly till he is moaning like a wretched whore, then denying him again and again, the final spurting relief he so desperately begs for is always a truly wonderful game for us and is made even better often by his delightful crying and bawling.

Yes, a most enjoyable pastime indeed and often enough it comes with a very nice little bonus for us ladies as you will hear.

First though there is another important aspect to his existence that has so far only been touched upon in passing but, along with the chastity restrainer, and the teasing that goes with it, is a very important part of the general picture. It pervades all my tales about him because it plays such an integral and omnipresent part of his life as our slave-boy and victim-toy.

It relates to his required attire. The clothing, uniforms and the unusual thigh baring dress code we demand. as well as the reasons behind it.

Some Dommes I know prefer their slaves completely naked and there may be some subjective, even psychological benefits to that arrangement. If it works for you then good.? Go ahead and enjoy it. For me, however, the practicalities of having this particular 24/7 relationship, with 'J' and the things that I have learned about him, combined with my own personal tastes have lead us to a different route.

It's an approach that works for me very well. In fact, better now, than I ever once dreamed it could.

To begin with, last year on the day after he was collared and officially became my slave and while 'J' was in the shower We took all the clothes he may have thought he previously owned.? I sorted and either gave to a goodwill store, or burned that same afternoon in a big bonfire.

Every single scrap from his previous life. Gone for ever.

It was to be a new beginning for him and a first little step towards his total surrender to me and my total control. I have never looked back.

We had a complete wardrobe of new clothes ready for him which, along with his restrainer, discipline and routines, were to become his 'uniforms' and his life.

From that day to now he has been dressed by me, and for me only in the humiliating little outfits and costumes that I really like to keep him in.

He has no say whatsoever anymore in what he wears.

Whoever heard of a toy dressing itself anyway?

From that day on he has never had to make a decision about what to wear. He was truly to become my doll, our 24/7 slave to do with as we wish. We had planned and prepared for this over many days and weeks.

Deciding? everything for him now, to please me, I have made his entire existence about me and about what I like or don't like.

There may be many things that I am sure he once wished he could change, especially those ultra short and humiliating little outfits we now make him wear 24 hours a day.

It took the boy a little while to fully comprehend and even to accept that only my preferences mattered and all decisions were no longer his to make but mine.

He almost rebelled then, trying to back out of the whole thing, but after we had quite thoroughly and completely cured him of his impertinence over the next 72 hours he eventually came to see things more clearly. He now accepts that in his wardrobe as most things, he really does have no choices, and will wear what he is told, when he is told. He has also learned to like it or else.

?We may offer him a choice if we are feeling particularly generous but his choices are ultimately all about pleasing us.? for example: holding up 2 of his most hated mini-skirts I might be asking "OK boy, would you? prefer to wear those short black gym-shorts for your caning, in front of the others or one of these this little plaid skirts" ?

Of course there will be no other option given.? He will positively cringe but in any event he will be wearing one or other.?????

So now, instead of his regular underwear he now has only humiliating but cute little girls very frilly tennis panties, in assorted colors but mostly virgin white. Since that day we have expanded his wardrobe by adding the clothes we like him dressed in.

I have obtained them in suitable sizes online and by having others with some 'cute potential', custom made or altered for him.

Sue, Sarah and I are all, when it comes to men, very much ?leg women? and we are all in complete agreement that 'J's young and very long legs are just about his best feature.

I had also decided very early on for reasons that will soon become clear that no matter what outfits he wears and calls uniforms, the one constant, and? omnipresent quality in all of them from now on, was going to be that his long gorgeous thighs were going to be kept completely naked for us 24 hours a day 7 days a week, and 365 days a year. Vulnerable and available for whatever we wanted to do to them.

He is certainly blessed with 2 exceptionally nice legs that most girls would kill for. Not too muscular but very long and athletic. Kept hairless, and well tanned, (in every sense.)

Indeed there are quite a few other deliciously wicked things we love to do to them especially to his thighs apart from ogle them and slap them as you will soon hear.

Ok I admit it. We love looking at my boys delectable legs and thighs. Yes, particularly his mouth watering thighs.

We have found that the short-shorts, and mini-skirts etc, while they may often delightfully humiliate him, they also display his legs for us to best advantage.

Kept I often sense that young Susan in particular is actually even a little jealous of them especially his long and lean thighs.

"They're just too damn fucking perfect" she once muttered to Sue and me, as she slapped and spanked them really hard, one day in front of us and left him squirming delightfully in his little tennis dress with his eyes steadily watering.

He is now subject to our inspections, our whims, and our moods.

Sometimes it?s easy for him Often its not.

His always bared thighs ensure that we all have very easy and instant direct access to flesh at all times in both public and private settings as he works and labors for us inside and out.

It seems to add to his humiliation especially when we have friends over and he positively cringes as Susan, Sarah or I show people we trust, the marks and welts or just his reddened legs and explain how they got to be that way.

Indeed many times we have reduced him to wonderful and sweetly delicious tears of humiliation just by forcing him to display his fresh welts like this in front of others

For me personally I just adore watching his long legs made sorer and sorer then contemplating ways to hurt them even more. I get a thrill out of watching him over many hours, whimper and sob then burst into tears and ultimately scream in agony as I follow thru in some deliciously wicked plans, just to amuse ourselves.

What better reason can there be to hurt him and make him squirm and cry than to amuse me and my friends ?

On this basis and for these and other purposes he is required to be in one or other of his ?uniforms? all day every day without fail

One big advantage for us in making him wear his uniforms 24/7 is he can now be sent or dragged anywhere in public with these outfits. Shorts are the norm for his public trips to town or the mall but because they are all really so very short he will be utterly and wonderfully dejected and humiliated much to our own great delight.

Of course he gets stared at especially in the dead of winter or when he may also be displaying? fresh marks, our weals and welts of discipline on his long hairless thighs.

The poor sweet boy probably feels even more desperately embarrassed and humiliated whenever one of us treats him like a little child in front of people as for example when we might grab and twist his ear or a handful of hair and twist it making him dance like he?s a 10 year old then proceed to smack those long naked legs, just because we want to make a point or feel the sudden desire to really humiliate him.

Mmmmmmm yes very humiliating I should think which is really very good for him or for any naughty little boys who think they are such big men.

?Anyway back to my narrative.

I owned him now and from now on, I was going to do things with him and to him, to please me. To satisfy me. To make me happy. He is young and he is a horny little slut but he is also my slave and my toy. His opinions and feelings are of no real consequence.

Now he adjusts to me and my whims, If he is able to. If not able to, then life itself might become very, very unpleasant for him.

Anyway, for socks he is now only to wear white ones, either knee length, or ankle ones. Sports socks actually work nicely.

Whenever we force-feminize him for some fun or to punish him, We will never use nylons or panty-hose on him.

I consider that far too adult for his status as a young girly-boy

So bare tanned skin or just white socks only ever allowed on those long legs.

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I have replaced all his longer style, baggy swim shorts with nice tight speedo briefs style swimming trunks now that we all much prefer seeing him in at the pool.

They too might humiliate him in public especially when combined with just a T-shirt and long white knee socks if I drag him to the beach but they also display him quite nicely for my pleasure.

The girls and I all agree that he looks so much better in the cute little short-shorts and tiny mini skirt uniforms anyway that that is how he stays all year.

They help admirably to reinforce within him his very juvenile status.

There is never an allowance for cold weather either, other than perhaps allowing him long knee socks instead of ankle length ones.

Besides if and when his thighs get freezing cold we are always ready, willing and able to really heat them up really nicely for him.

He learned the hard way early on to never complain to us of 'cold thighs'.

Of course all of his long pants and ugly jeans are gone now forever. Every one of them has been replaced with little boys shorts, and little girls skirts and dresses.

As well as some saucy little mini-skirts. We have Plaid mini's for his schoolgirl uniform that Sarah and I both so love making him wear and several quite cute and fetching little tennis skirts and dresses.

I instituted the following strict rule for him to always remember about lengths.

None, repeat none of his hemlines on either his shorts or skirts can be ever be longer than just 2 inches below that crease line right where the bottom of his saucy buns meets the tops of his legs.

His thighs must be entirely displayed and bared for our amusement 24/7 without exception. period.

This is one rule that is enforced very strictly every minute of every day.

Since he sometimes is often without a mirror or ruler, the poor boy sometimes cannot see that little crease line but can only feel it and guess at the 2 inches so he needed a way to be constantly sure he is in compliance. After all we dont want to be unfair to the slutty boy do we?

The solution is quite simple yet ingenious

There is now literally a 'rule of thumb' now that is very rigidly enforced for him and it is this.

When he stands straight and at attention shoulders back, arms down by his sides and palms flat against the side of this thighs, then the hemline is NEVER ever to be even a millimeter below the tip of his thumb. it can be higher even but never lower. That is the maximum length allowed for every hemline he wears both skirts and shorts so he better keep them well pulled up and straight.no bashful tugging them lower to cover any marks or embarrassment.

Regularly now one of us may do an inspection. he must stand very still and straight, feet together with his hands on his head or held behind his back as we will walk around him and check things like,

Is he wearing exactly the right uniform.?

Is his hemline the correct length and straight.?

Are his socks at correct position either pulled up or folded neatly down?

Is he clean?

Hair combed and neat?

Teeth clean?

Clean behind ears? under finger nails?

Is he quick enough to react to all commands.?

Sometimes we may add things to check like..'

Shoes perfectly tied and polished?

Is his uniform ironed ?

There are no excuses or blubbering ever allowed for anything less than absolute perfection and discipline is usually swift on the spot and fierce..

The whole purpose of these inspections is in fact much less to keep him neat, which it does admirably, but to serve as merely an excuse for us to carry out some discipline or have some fun with him.

He never knows exactly what we may wish to Find wrong or fault with, if that's our intention, and usually it is.

Rules for him are iron rigid and punishments are often very stinging.

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Woe betide him if he fails any inspection, and its just too bad for him if we happen to just catch him at a 'bad time'.

Once he was sent out in clean whites for a 10 mile run over very wet and muddy fields.

Imagine his shock when Sarah decided to do an inspection only 2 minutes after he came thru the gate soaking wet, panting and covered in mud.

Each fail mark is treated as a separate offence and each offence carries its own little discipline.

The poor boy whimpered wonderfully almost sobbing thru her severe scolding then was sent away to shower and ?clean up, told to change into some punishment kit and then had to report to her with the heavy tawse anxiously prepared for strict discipline.

?He has shorts now for just about every task, purpose and ritual. Delightful blue denim ones like daisy dukes for his yard work during the day, and tight adorable little gym shorts in various solid colors with contrasting side stripes for his indoor duties as our houseboy each evening. They all display his delicious long legs and? sweet little bubble butt to perfection for us as he works nervously around us. I sometimes require that he do 'maid service' for us too dressed in very abbreviated little maids dresses, that is Sarah's personal favorite for him.

All day now while the poor youth struggles to complete his tasks on time in one of these little uniforms, as we relax and chat, I am afraid that sometimes one or other of us just cant seem to help ourselves from reaching out and slapping? his already sore thighs or buns, with hand or crop, often it seems, for no real reason other than just because its a lot of fun and we enjoy it. Then again like I said, what better reason is there?

You will hear in these tales about how we all like making him squeal and jump or wince in sweet distress thoughout the day, as we scold him and taunt him almost constantly every day.

I got a few regular plain T shirts for him with suitably provocative and? humiliating slogans printed in big bold letters for him like ?SPANK ME, I AM A WORTHLESS BITCH? and ?I HAVE BEEN A NAUGHTY BOY? , together with an assortment of other shirts, blouses, tank tops, and singlets,

Often enough too he gets put into very short skirts or dresses for special punishments or to humiliate him and amuse us.

He hates some of these things, or says he does, but of course he has absolutely no choice in the matter anymore. I own him and his sweet little Ass is Mine.

There is no mercy in this house for him day or night.

His problems don't even stop in the evenings even when all his daylight chores are done. Often late in the day either We will have quite a few more complete little uniforms including his schoolgirl and cheerleader outfits etc for him to entertain us on long evenings.

Early on Sue was able to find for him to wear, a pair of genuine 'hot-pants', and some white go-go boots that look quite retro and sexy.

They are a bit small and apparently quite uncomfortable on him but that only helps keep him moving.

Nowadays quite often and usually with some suitable encouragement from her using a belt or tawse, and a lot of tears from him, my cute little go-go puppet boy really dances then for us almost to exhaustion well into the night.

I know he still particularly hates being made to wear his juvenile or girlie clothes But since we all enjoy seeing him remorselessly humiliated thats just too bad for him and as you will hear Sarah especially will torment him ruthlessly? while he is dressed in one of the very abbreviated schoolgirl plaid minis or his ultra short maid uniforms in the evenings. We are now it seems always formulating quite wickedly delicious new ways to display him, to work him from dawn till dusk till he aches unbearably and then, most importantly perhaps, to torment and punish him.

Another exceptionally good reason for keeping his thighs bare at all times, is also a strange one. To do with to his reaction to pain stimuli and getting his thighs spanked, tawsed and caned till they hurt very severely.? Specifically the target area for this strange result to work is the top 2/3rd's on the fronts of both his thighs. It is actually the main reason I sometimes refer to the dear boy as my "pain-slut" and it relies on the fact that his restrainer nicely not only prevents orgasm but cruelly and beautifully punishes any erection attempts. Strangely, pain when applied to this area on his thighs seems to always generate and produce something quite delightful for us as well. We discovered that it seems these pains to that area of his thighs always seems to lead to firm and strong attempts by his/my cock at erection Of course his restrainer prevents and punishes these erection attempts severely? and it is now truly an absolutely wonderful vicious circle he is in. A nasty littlecatch 22 for him.

Namely No erection attempt No Bite from the big bad restrainer locked on his/my cock? but when his thighs...especially the tender top front two thirds are really stung and chastised then our little horny sluts penis just cannot seem to help itself from trying to swell and grow.

The naughty little boy gets such nasty erections fighting his restrainer even though he knows they are not allowed but while we are stinging his thighs he seems completely unable to restrain.

At least until the KTB chastity device starts to teach the naughty little boys cock its sharp painful lessons making it shrink and retreat.

Smiling we will pick up the tawse and crops again .

The top half of his thighs are always so sore from all the whipping but we just have to start whipping again dont we? Because this is such a lot of fun for us.

Slapping the crop then down across this burning thigh flesh we will proceed, and as the boy moans whimpers and begs, his burgeoning teenaged penis for whatever reason always starts to engorge once more into the KTB's harsh embrace.

Seeing the lovely tears fill his eyes we know the battle between cock and retrainer is on again and we may pause to see who wins...

Oh how he whimpers now again as the cock is once again punished by the unrelenting restrainer until it shrinks once more. The poor dear pants like a such a slut and sobs his pain out for us then to our great delight.

Then as he stops and the restrainers bite lessens again long beads of pre-cum goo will slip out of his cock.

Mmmm such a cute little boy toy with a cute sticky little cock but we must continue again and we pick up the crop and tawse yet again...

Nasty thighs...take that...and that.. and soon round 3 is begun.

So it alternates sometimes for a very long time.

We whip his thighs...he erects...restrainer bites.... he shrinks...We whip his thighs...he erects...restrainer bites....he shrinks... we whip... he erects...and so on and so on.

I do not know why he reacts this way exactly other than its a pain-sluts response to pain stimuli but it is quite amazing to produce and watch again and again and again.

As long as he is in his restrainer he will feel a hard bite from the KTB and? wont be able to fully erect or orgasm. but it seems as long as we hurt his upper thigh fronts with our hands, belts, tawses, crops and canes he is completely incapable of preventing the hot cock from trying to erect very strongly right into a fire.

I do not know which reaction is the strongest. the pain from restrainer or the pain from his thigh whippings.

I've not yet found the limit to or how long this can go on before one or the other reactions is defeated by the other pain.

I do know that Sue and I have kept him squirming, and wailing, begging and pleading as he was kept alternately feeling the bite on his cock then our crops and my tawse.

We had him sobbing and pleading delightfully after about 10 rounds. And he was still and crying like a little bitch, and really begging for mercy very amusingly by round 22.

Time flies when you're having fun, and about 3 hours after we had begun the naughty boy started bellowing and screaming so loudly that I decided to gag him at that point.

We finally both grew tired of this game after round 27 so to finish we took each picked a cane, and both delivered 6 slow and very hard cuts across both already devastated thighs.

Seeing the absolutely exquisite agony written into his young tear stained face as we gave him this final 24 and hearing him bawling into his gag like a baby almost made me gush into my own panties. It was a wonderful experience for me, and one I intend to repeat many times.

Strangely even in his abject misery he still seemed unable to control the balls and cock between his legs, When we walked away they were still spewing little streams of pre-cum onto the bench he had been tied face up to for those 4 hours.

It was therefore a 3-4 solid hours and wonderful tease in effect with no relief for him except when he almost passed out in a faint somewhere during the 24th round and I had to revive him with salts before continuing.

I really dont know how or why it works and I have never found anyone who can really explain it or who even shares that strange gift or endowment.

I know why the bite from the restrainer will shrink him. I just dont know why or how Our applied pain can just keep trying to 'expand' him again and again.

We are still experimenting with it.

I do know 2 things however about it as a result of those experiences.

First we can if we wish actually tease him now in a very thorough way for hour after agonizing hour even if he is still in the restrainer, just by hurting his thigh fronts like that.

Secondly, horny little 18 year old pain-sluts can produce literally pints and gallons of pre-cum and I should literally have buckets and not just jars ready if I am to save it.

For his part, no matter how severe or prolonged our frequent little sessions teasing and chastising in this way, making his young thighs really sting, the poor boy still to this day seems completely incapable of controlling his either his immodest erections or the drooling his sticky frustration juice.

A very important consideration is the fact that our discipline HURTS MORE on his thighs than on his buns etc. This is a vital consideration for me.

Most importantly for us though, is that now we all just love being able to, anytime take him aside in private or public for any or no reason or just on a whim, with or without warning to suddenly smack his constantly bared thighs using our hands or a belt or even my crops and canes all over both backs and fronts of his thighs as he dances on the spot for us.

If we have guests at the house who are into the lifestyle its a lot of fun to just silently drag the wretchedly nervous boy out into the middle of the room and show them. The humiliation factor then for him is even more intense I am sure. I do like him to be put thru hell sometimes because quite frankly, for us ladies and for me in particular, it is absolute heaven.

There usually will? be many changes of uniform for him throughout his long days and evenings...Importantly perhaps so he cannot hide his ?earned? marks and welts from us or from others including himself. He may want to but they are on view constantly to remind us and himself of his faults and failings.

No. When we lay juicy little welts that smart and burn so bad on his bare flesh I expect him to not only feel them really stinging for many hours but to fully accept that we like making them hurt and we actually enjoy letting his welts humiliate him as they often do when we have visitors or if we take him out in public.

They are our marks until they fade and better not ever be covered up.

We allow absolutely no disobedience from the youth and if he has to writhe in public or suffer other? humiliations , well then, that's just too bad for him and so much the better for us.

Evenings in my house can really be especially hard for my boy toy.

If he has been absolutely perfect all day and we dont have any little plans for him he may be lucky and just get hosed down before we dress him and put him into bondage for the night, either in his own cot or if he is exceptionally lucky on my bedroom floor perhaps for later use when I come to bed.

Nights like that are rare for my slave-boy.

They are rare because one or other of us usually have nighttime plans for him.

And our plans are often naughty and extremely wicked.

If one of us is bored or have had a bad day and are feeling in a really bitchy mood, then Oh BOY will 'J' be in for it.!

It is simply too fantastic for me to see him put in more and more distress, and over many evening hours, slowly and viciously tormented and reduced again and again to a blubbering and bawling little baby.

We like to really draw things out and extend these evening rituals in some deliciously harsh ways.

Watching him squirming and sobbing I usually become very aroused yet again.

I might approach him and smiling, lick salty tears off his face then we'll really make him sob and cry some more before he ultimately starts to bawl and wail while we just laugh and taunt him, till at last he will scream in agony as we follow thru with some wickedly juicy threats.

These evening times and the games we play are so much fun for me now that they have almost become my very favorite part of the day.

Its extremely rare for him anyway to be ever free from very stinging and exceedingly sore buns and thighs.

I do particularly love the sights and wet stinging sounds of? trembling and well punished slave flesh receiving very thorough doses from our hands,? belts, crops and canes.

I myself will usually if not always gush and orgasm during these little discipline episodes just from the sight and sounds especially when they are quite severe.

For example like when I take my most stinging and whippy cane and apply 30 or so deep juicy weals to the fronts of his sore thighs just below the hem of his shorts or mini-skirt.

Always causing his own still restrained yet madly throbbing and drooling penis to twitch and swell in its prison in tribute to my aim.

I may spurt my own release at such times again and again.

I also absolutely adore the way we now can keep the boy so tearfully all evening at the very sore but trembling edge of spurting and spilling his filth for hours and hours often end like this.

It is, oh just so unfortunate for the poor 'J' that he looks so Goddamn cute whenever he is squirming and writhing like that.

Under my house rules and the strict routines his little life now depends on, it may seem at times, very unfair to him , but then again, I really don't care how the young bitch 'J' feels about his frustration, do I?

Besides, judging by the way his restrained penis drools, twitches and throbs delightfully in his panties whenever we even talk about hurting him, let alone actually doing it, there must be something he enjoys about his sweet little existence.

To see him twisting in one of his adorable but very short little maid uniforms? while some juicy and well deserved discipline is applied to his long slender thighs is really deliciously exciting for me and heavenly to watch.

Few things can equal and almost nothing bests it for me.

He is absolutely gorgeous in these exquisite little agonies.

As he starts to cry out in such sweet distress, like the little bitch he really is, or when big lovely tears fill his eyes and flow in torrents down his cheeks ... I will often gush and spurt my own passion juice straight into my panties.

The tears and begging for mercy of course while adorable, are always in vain and just provoke us instead to do all we can to prolong and even increase his soreness as we cruelly taunt him.

Just when he thinks he cant cry or scream any more we like to find new ways to prove him wrong.

Personally I love to see him disciplined like that for as long as possible, then either put right back to work or left in some strict bondage position where he can be safely left to cry his heart out and be ignored for a while, until one of us wants to use him again.

Yes, I really do enjoy him more than anything on those terms.

At the end of his long days when we are at last finished for him often it happens that instead of sleeping in his cot or serving us further for the night in our bedrooms our naughty little slut will be merely going into some very strict painful bondage somewhere.

Perhaps , if he is 'lucky', one of the warm inside rooms or the closet maybe, under the stairs.

If we're not happy with something though or maybe perhaps are just feeling especially bitchy, then it may be outside in the cold garage for him.

To whimper and moan uncomfortably in harsh bondage maybe all night, perhaps sobbing and crying such pretty little boy-slut tears till we come for him in the morning.

?Awww too bad... so sad for my cute little doll,?

?Writhe away then until dawn sweetie? I may tell him before I walk away

Tomorrow another day of work, strict discipline for him and service to us begins and we will start again.

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