Sissyslave Gunnarsub Turned Into A Slut free porn video

My name of the game is this kind of non-consentual sex. The driving factor
behind the urgent wish to being f***ed to do things which I never would be
prepared to do under normal circumstances is humiliation. Already the thought
that I might be f***ed to do something most humiliating against my own will,
with no possibility to resist due to chains or other complete dependency at the
mercy of the MISTRESS, turns me on.

My MISTRESS should by nature be cruel, wicked, sadistic, evil, merciless, and by
no means fair. Just to give some examples, She should

keep me permanently naked and locked in heavy chains, menacles, cuffs, and
collar dedicating me fully at Her mercy,

collar me with a steel collar that by no means can be removed,

keep me locked in a steel, inescapable chastity belt and then make me really
horny but deny me any satisfaction,

f***e me to obey Her without any restriction and even offer me as a victim to
Her friends and let them have their fun with me,

humiliate me in front of Her friends and in public. There should be no limit for
humiliating me, obedience to even the most humiliating orders be enf***ed and
orders never taken back,

make it difficult for me to perform to Her satisfacton,

document my humiliation in videos and pic.

If She is not satisfied with my performance, She should punish me cruelly
without limitation by means of whipping or torture. If my MISTRESS so likes,
punishment might be out of proportion. After being whipped and tortured without
mercy I should be f***ed to perform the order given to Her complete satisfation.
My MISTRESS may also ask Her friends to whip me until I cry for mercy.

But let the story begin
…

It all started when I began to serve Her via e-mail. She is a professional
Mistress for on-line training and humiliation who had read the following message
I posted in a yahoo group:

Slave available for weekend sessions

Hi to all who like to have a ‘virgin’ at their mercy.

First, I am not gay but I am a male slave, 55, living in the Southern part of
Germany who is after utmost humiliation. So far I never have submitted to a male
but I like the idea of being fully at the mercy of a gay couple or a group
during an evening or weekend session with no safeword and no way out.

I get a kick out of being f***ed into unlimited obedience as their slave, not
knowing what will be ordered next and to whom I will have to serve, too.

In order to ensure that I will not be in the position to escape, I should be
kept nude and locked in chains and menacles with a heavy, massive steel slave
collar around my neck. I should be kept locked until I have executed all orders
for my utmost humiliation to the complete satisfaction of the whole crowd.

In order to provide You with all power to f***e me to unlimited obedience I
should not be allowed to speak if not asked and any failure should entail a most
severe whipping in such a way that I dare not speak again.

Similarly, if You are not satisfied with my performance, I should be punished,
whipped and tortured cruelly without mercy. Punishment should be no way out of
obedience, thereafter Ishould be f***ed to perform the order given to complete
satisfation.

Make me lick Your boots in front of Your friends and have that done also in
public. On the basis of safe and sane sex I should be f***ed to suck the Your
cock and those of all Your friends. Whip until I beg You to fuck me and then
hand me over to Your friends and make me their slut.

In order to increase my humiliation You and Your friends may record the session
and subsequently post the pics in a Yahoo adult group.

By the way, I do not go for money. See my homepage
http://www.geocities.com/gunnarsub/enslaved.html

gunnarsub

Soon I entered into a special agreement with Her and for a small monthly fee She
would give assignments to me as Her sissy slave. As I was especially interested
amonst others also to be f***ed into obedience against my will, I furnished her
with the password to my homepage where -as you can check- is stored a
comprehensive documentation about me as a slave, how I wish to be to treated,
and last but not least a slavecontract with my full real name address, and
phone. From the pics on the homepage I am clearly identifyable and a lot of the
pics show me in most compromising situations. We agreed that She would change
the password and publish the URL of the slavecontract in a series of yahoo clubs
if I failed to obey Her orders during the initial six months period of our
agreement. I even provided Her with the mail of my boss and we agreed that She
would send mail him advising to go to this URL and to find there some most
intereting information on one of his employees.

Last, but not least I furnished Her with the password to The Slave Register
where I am registered as a slave at www.slaveregister.com/713150 and She changed
the password, meaning that I cannot prevent Her from displaying there, too, my
full name and address without me being in the position to do anything against
it.

With other words, we had agreed She would blackmail me unless I obeyed all Her
assignments. I was now receiving personal e-mails with instructions on what She
expected me to do next. In the beginning I had thought that being instructed by
e-mail She couldn’t tell if I really did the assignment or not but that turned
out to be a crucial failure.

I had purchased panties at a local boutique, admitting to the salesclerk that
they were for me, tried on a lipstick at a boutique, worn diapers and wet myself
in public all just because Mistress assigned me to. I had also begun to wear
panties, pantyhose and bras or bodysuits under my clothes to work and other
places, and had been out in public totally dressed many times. The next
assignment went way beyond any of these. I’ll just let you read the email…

‘Sissy gunnarsub,

I am pleased that you have followed all my instructions thus far. It is time to
take the next step. You are to find a man and have him give you at least one
dollar in exchange for a blowjob.

Additionally, you must get proof of having done this. Have someone take a
picture with him in your mouth, or a picture with his cum on your face. Do not
use a digital camera, either a Polaroid or regular film camera should be used.
(This way if I decide to show your friends or coworkers the pictures you can’t
claim they are doctored.) I want at least 10 pictures. If you find a customer
who will take 10 pictures, those will be fine, if he will only take one, then
you must find another customer.

When you have 10 pictures, e-mail me and I will tell you where to mail the
pictures. And you better have them by end of this month. When you have the
pictures, you will begin to use the name ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ in
all conversation and e-mail correspondence.

Your Mistress’

My first thought was to write her back and cancel, after all I was a slave, not
a cock sucking slut. So I asked my Mistress not to insist – but in vain. She
even got angry and told me that there was no way out and that She now would
aggravate my duties. The longer I thought about it the more I realised that, I
couldn’t expect to only do things that I enjoy.

Finally, a few days later I decided to go for it. I dressed as sexy as could,
black leather miniskirt, pink blouse, pink tights and 5′ high heels and drove to
a gay and lesbian bar a few blocks from my house. As I checked myself in the
mirror, I thought I was very passable and looked like nothing more than a whore
in search of a trick. I got to the bar pretty early (about 7) found a table to
sit at where I could be seen from most of the bar and ordered a glass of wine.
After all, it wouldn’t help to hide, I was hoping someone would approach and I
wouldn’t be reduced to propositioning strangers and facing the rejection that
can go along with that.

I had been there about 45 minutes when a guy came over and sat opposite me at
the table and asked, ‘What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?’
It was such a cliche, I couldn’t help but smile as I replied, ‘Maybe I’m not
really that nice.’

‘Touche, and maybe you’re not really a girl either.’

I blushed and introduced myself as ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ and he
asked me what I was here to find. Pulling a trick from one of Mistress’ earlier
assignments I just reached in my purse and handed him a printout of the e-mail
She had sent me. The only other things in my purse were a Polaroid camera, my
make up, keys, and some money.

He read the e-mail several times and then smiled, ‘So have you sucked many
cocks, gunnarsub?’

‘No, but there’s a first time for everything,’ I said trying to sound
convinving.

‘Yes there is, indeed there is. Do you have a room we can go to?’

I blushed, ‘I hadn’t thought of that, sorry.’

‘Well, it takes time to learn to be a slut, I suppose, let me say goodbye to my
friends and I’ll meet you in the parking lot.’

His name was Marcel and he was a good-looking guy with blonde hair and a slight
build about 5’7′ tall. If I was going to have to suck a cock for my Mistress at
least I hadn’t had to suck off some fat slob, so I was feeling pretty lucky as I
finished my drink and went out to the parking lot to wait for Marcel. He came
out and e****ted me to his BMW and drove to his apartment. When we arrived there
I was so desparate and miserable as I knew that there was no more alternative.
Trembling of shame I finally was standing in front of the apartment door.

After we had entered, he told me ‘Since I am the customer and you are the slut,
you have to do what I tell you, right?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I replied, getting into character.

He cuffed my hands behind my back. This was the moment when I crossed the
Rubicon. Only a minute later I was on my knees, he opened his zip and a half
erected cock apppeared. He then pulled his cock out of his pants and rested it
on my lower lip. ‘Beg me to make you a cock sucking slut, gunnarsub.’

‘Please Sir, please let me suck your cock, let me be your slut.’

As I hesitated he grip my hair and f***ed his cock into my face. ‘Suck me,
slut.’ As I still hesitated he slapped me in the face and so I started to lick.

His cock grew and then he f***ed it into my mouth. Tears in my eyes I started
sucking. It didn’t make me hot at all but I finished the job and he cummed
partly into my mouth and on my face. I just was not able to swallow his cum and
spit it on the ground. In this moment I realized that there was another guy in
the room with a video cam in his hands. I wanted to protest but again the first
guy slapped me into the face and told me to keep quiet. I didn’t dare say
anything and they pushed me towards the entrance door. There he unlocked the
cuffs and then pushed me out of the door with a kick in the ass. Instead of a
good buy he told me that I would have to regret spitting out his cum and then
the door was closed.

My way back home was like in a dream. Although I immediately cleaned my face
with a tissue I still feel like having the taste of his cum in my mouth. I had
performed a blowjob for somebody I don’t know, I did not have the pics requested
and now even fear what these two guys might do with the videos recorded. The
only good thing is that they do not know my name.

In the next chat session I informed my Mistress about the whole story. At first,
She insited to find another customer but then decided that I would have to go
back to this gay couple and get properly trained as a slut.

She ordered me to buy a Logitech Quick Cam and advised me that from now on She
would supervise our on-line sessions with the help of my Logitech cam, thus
controlling to what extent I comply with her orders. I will have to get a tattoo
between my cock and my navel, marking me with 5 cm high bold letters as slave
and to show evidence to Her by videocamera during our next session.

She ordered me, too, to make a proposal to the ntcweb forum ‘mail pillory’ how
to put into action the suggested training to become a slut for gays and to
invite this forum for comments and for a vote in a poll about it. In order to
motivate me for a humiliating proposal my Mistress threatened that I would have
to get another tattoo on my upper arm marking me in bold letters as gay slut if
the poll of the member turns down my proposal as not being sufficient.

My proposal was the following:

I should have to report back to this guy Marcel and ask him and his friend to
train me as their slut during a series of sessions. I accept that I will have to
be naked and kept in chains during my training and that I should be whipped
immediately if they are not satisfied with my performance. My training should be
most humiliating and recorded in pics and videos for the perusal of my Mistress.
I should not only be f***ed to provide blowjobs to Marcel and his friend, but
have to keep their cum in my mouth as long as they wish and subsequently swallow
it.

They should chain me to the ceiling with my hands cuffed above my head and my
feed spread by a bar. Then they should whip me until I beg them to fuck me and
to lick their boots.

I know that to become a slut means to have to prostitute myself. Therefore I am
prepared to be put at the disposal of other gays under the condition that they
use condoms when I have to service them. They might be furnished with the right
to whip me and punish me without mercy it I do not comply with all their orders.

gunnarsub

This proposal can be seen at
www.ntcweb.com/ib/cgi/ikonboard.cgi?s=d07df6f4f9cc56a8a2536f3ac54e607a,act=ST,f=
55,t=14

Fortunately, the members of that ntcweb forum voted in my favour, so I will not
be marked as a gay slut, but one member suggested not only to train me as a slut
but recommended that I are f***ed to offer my ass for money, but for not more
than one buck. Another member stated that ‘Sucking cock, and swallowing cum is
something a sissy does. A sissy will take up the ass if thats what the Domme
wants. A sissy will also be the cleanup girl for a Domme after She’s had sex
with her stud..if thats what She wants.’

I should say that I don’t think that I am a sissy, I never in my life had any
sexual contact so far with another male. The only thing I have dreamt of so far
is to lick the cum out of my Mistress right after she had sex with Her lover.
The kick for me is the humiliation. I think I will not like to be fucked by a
male nor did I like to suck the cock of this guy Marcel. But I will have to do
it as my Mistress reassured me that She will do what I had asked her, namely to
publish the slavecontract with my name on to mail my boss about me if I do not
follow all Her orders.

By the way, if She ordered me to clean out her pussy after She’s had sex with
her lover(s) I would have no choice but to obey. I may add that I think I would
not do that if not f***ed to do so, but I like the idea and it excites me. And I
think I would even wish that order to happen. I just imagine to be naked on my
knees with my hands cuffed behind my back and a leash attached to crocodile
clamps on my nipples with which my Mistress dirigates me to watch closely how
She gets fucked, and immediately thereafter dirigating me to Her pussy for
cleaning it from the cum of Her lover while he pushes my head deep into Her
pussy. I even imagine to have to clean subsequently his cock as well.

Similarly, if She ordered me to get trained in serving as human toilet I would
have no choice but to obey. I imagine that the MISTRESS and all of Her male and
female friends who like this service require me to perform this service in the
particular way that they like best. I should be f***ed to expertly learn each
technique, so that I may properly serve each female and each male whenever she
or He requires me to do so.
…

My Mistress ordered me now to report on next Friday evening with Marcel and to
stay there until Sunday evening for my initial training. The training itself
ought to be as outlined and my Mistress told me that there will be definitely a
number of sessions to follow.

She furthermore announced that I would get belted with a Latowsi type
chastitybelt for an unspecified period with Marcel as keyholder and that from
today onwards I would have to carry with me at any time a pair of cuffs, a steel
collar and a leash, a butt plug, a lubricant and at least a dozen condoms in a
ladies’ handbag.

I was definitely anxious of what was going to happen. As ordered by my Mistress,
on Friday evening I was on the way to report to Marcel. Actually, I did not have
a phone number but only name and address of Marcel. When I arrived at the
apartment building where he was living I kept watching it for more than one hour
as I just did not dare enter. I was so desparate and miserable as I knew that
there was no more alternative.

Trembling of shame I finally was standing in front of the apartment door and
rang the bell. But instead of him or his friend a giant black guy whom I did not
know opened the door and asked me not unfriendly what I wanted. I asked for
Marcel but was told that he was not at home. It was a strange situation and I
did not know what to do.

It was as I had a lump in my throat. So I said that that I was here for a job to
do and that I wanted to talk with Marcel about it. He simply asked me for what
job. For a moment I thought to tell him that I wanted to come back again the
next day, but then it came to my mind that my Mistress had orderd me to report
to Marcel today and I did not want to risk failing to obey Her order.

The black giant asked me to enter and repeated his question for what job. As I
hesitated to answer he went out of the room and I thought he would perhaps phone
Marcel. But insead of that this guy came back with a pile of papers in his right
hand, looked at me and threw the papers on the floor. I blushed, the papers were
pics showing me blowing Marcel.

I wanted to pick up the photos but the black guy took me and cuffed my hands
behond my back. He asked again for what job. So I said that somebody had sent me
to offer myself for training to become a slut for gays. He didn’t answer and I
felt like a crab in boiling water.

Then after ages he put a rope around my neck, fixed it to a hook on the wall and
left the room without saying anyathing further. Now I was caught.

After what seemed to be ages the door opened again and Marcel and his friend who
had taken the pics with on blowjob entered. Marcel said ‘ So you want us to
train you as a slut. Do you know what that means for you?’.

At low voice I started to explain my situation and that I was ordered to ask him
and his friend to train me as their slut during a series of sessions, naked and
kept in chains and that I should getting whipped immediately if they are not
satisfied with my performance.

Cooly, Marcel stated that he would be prepared to look into my proposal, but
only at his terms. He unfastened me from the wall and unlocked my cuffs. ‘You
have to make up your mind now! You still have the chance to leave, but then do
it now and never come back. If you like to stay, there will be no way back, we
won’t let you out as our slave ever again. There are three simple and basic
rules:

* You will obey to any order and we will ensure that it always will be best
practise

* You are not allowed to talk without being asked

* We will ensure that you will experience a hell of humiliation and pain as a
slut

And be assured that we will mercilessly whip and torture you if we are not
satisfied with your performance or if you fail to comply. Is that understood?
Now leave or strip and become our slave.’

I was caught. There was no way out as I could not afford to leave as that would
have meant for sure that my homepage with my full real name, address, and phone
would be disclosed, the slavecontract published, and a mail sent to my boss. So
I started to strip. A couple of minutes later I was cuffed again, but now being
naked.

Marcel’s friend opened my ladies’handbag. They laughed when they saw it’s
contents. Marcel’s friend took the heavy collar, showed it to Marcel and stated
‘Have a look, the padlock cannot be accessed by any tool. That means the collar
cannot be removed without the key, but we should use a padlock of our’s and
avoid that there is any reserve key left with our slave.’ Marcel laughed and
said ‘Our slave will have to show us where he lives and who he is, as on Sunday
we will remove the collar only at his home.’ His friend smiled and added ‘Not
only that, we will remove it only if we are furnished with the same rights and
information as his Mistress and his boss will get a mail rightaway unless our
slave shows up for the next session.’ I started trembling when the collar was
closed around my neck. Things were going into a direction I had not been
expecting and had gone out of my control.

I pleaded not to do that. Marcel slapped me in the face and icely remarked ‘You
were not asked for your comments. You are not allowed to talk without being
asked. We will show you what it entails to break a basic rule. You will be caned
without mery. They gagged me, fixed my hands to a chain dangling from the
ceiling and locked my legs in a spreader bar. Then Marcel ordered me to expose
my ass to the cane. Although I obeyed I suddenly felt a most painful stinging
whip on my shoulders. The pain was almost unbearable. Marcel told me that this
strike was not going to be counted as it should only support to use more efforts
to expose my ass to the cane. With tears in my eyes I tried to strech out and
expose my ass even more to the cane. The strike on my ass caused pain like hell.
As a result my whole body swang forward. Again the order from Marcel ‘ Expose
your ass to the cane.’

I do not know how I survived the next half an hour. This was not the pain I
liked, this was torture I could not stand. They caned me in a way I never had
been experiencing before and I was not in a position to stop them. I swept and
cries but there was no mercy und I began to understand that they would break me
and f***e me into a level of slavery I never had anitcipated.

When it was over, Marcel told me ‘Never speak again without being asked, slave.’
Then he pointed on his boots. ‘Lick them clean, slave, and do a good job or the
whipping will continue.’ I think I never had been licking boots in such a
servile mannor before.

‘We are going to make you our sissy slave girl!’ From now on, you will only wear
panties under your clothes- no boxers. This will remind you of who is in control
and what you are.’ ‘You will be dressed in lingerie only.’ ‘You will service us
like a little slave girl whenever we want.’ ‘You will do whatever we tell you,
whenever we tell you.’ You will be sissy slave girl – Is that clear, slave?’ As
this was obviously a question directly addressed to me I anwered ‘Yes, Master
Marcel.’ Marcel smiled.

Francis, this is the name of Marcel’s friend, brought me some water in a bowl
and put it on the floor. I was glad because I was now really thirsty. With my
hands cuffed on the back, I kneeled and tried to put my mouth into the water. In
this very moment he pissed over my head, my hair got wet and part of the pee
dropped into the bowel, the rest on the floor. I knew that there was no
alternative than to empty the bowel what I did. When I wanted to rise again, I
realised that Marcel had recorded everything, so they wanted to expand their
documentation on my slavery. Then Francis ordered me to lick all the drops of
pee from the floor. My aching ass reminded me that it would be better to obey
immediately and I heard them laughing. But it came even worse when Marcel said:
‘Your training will never end again. We will keep you as our slave and slut.’

Francis then chaind me to the floor in a way that I could lift my head only only
for about one foot. He placed a footstool in the center of the room and put a PC
on it in such a mannor that I was facing the computer screen. Then Francis
started the computer. Images of naked, bound men flashed on the screen for a few
seconds and then changed. Several pictures went by and then I saw one of a man
kneeling, completely nude, and sucking a dick. And then it hit me – the man on
the picture was me! Francis had recorded pictures showing me in most embarassing
situations and … there was another one… and another… and another…! I
always wanted to become a slave, now I knew had become one, but with no way out.

In this position I was kept for the night.
…
To be continued

Sissy gunnarsub Turned Into A Slut
part 2

The next morning I was told that I had to by train to ‘Nordbogge’. Nordbogge is
the name of the small train station nearest Mario Latowski, the manufacturer of
the high quality steel Latowski chastity belt. The steel collar was left around
my neck, but fortunately I was allowed to wear a sweater, so that the collar was
almost not visible.

Mario Latowski lives in a small, rural village. He had me put on a ‘sports
dress’ which was an outfit that a wrestler might wear. Mario selected a chastity
belt designed to measure the customer and the silicone chamber for my penis. The
fitting took about half an hours time and I was told that an invoice would be
mailed to me and that a bank transfer of the money would be fine. The finished
belt would be sent by mail to Marcel a couple of weeks later.

I took the train back and when I returned to Marcel’s apartment in the evening
not only Marcel and Francis were there but also the giant black I had met the
day before and another black guy with the body of a bodybuilder. I was orderd to
strip, got my hands cuffed on the back and then Marcel with the camera in his
hands explained to me that I should animate their two guests. If I managed that
one of them fucked me while blowing the other I would escape from a severe
whipping, otherwise I first would get whipped and subsequently get fucked…

Knowing that speaking would entail a severe whipping anyhow I dropped on my
knees, crawled over to them and started obsequiously licking the boots of the
first guy. But he lifted his foot, and, when I followed with my tongue, pushed
me to the ground. Laying on my back I continued licking his boots. With the
corner of my eye I saw Marcel videoing the scene and I knew that already now
they had more than enough material to blackmail me and that I had no more an
alternative but to serve them indefinitely as their slave.

I really tried hard to make the two guys horny thus providing Francis with most
compromitting film material but in vain. After some 10 minutes Francis decided
that I should get motivated for better performance.

Shortly thereafter I was standing naked, my arms are stretched above my head,
and my hands are cuffed and attached to the ceiling in a room in the basement. I
was stretched to the point where my bare feet were standing on tiptoes on the
cold basement floor, displayed and exposed to the whip. With icy eyes Francis
hold my chin and said ‘slave, I can assure you that you will learn to to do a
good job as a slut’ Then he addressed the two giantic queer blacks and asked the
whether they wanted to lash me. One of the two had already a cane in his hands
and was stroking his horrible instrument of pain as he stood at the place where
the chains were dangling from the ceiling. The huge bulge in his black leather
jock shorts indicated an enormous erection. Now I knew that they would not only
enjoy whipping me but it made them horny. I knew that the more sexually excited
they became the more they would made me suffer.

After only a few lashes I started crying ‘N N NO Mercy No NO more. N not again
nn nooo EEEEEIIIIIAAAA ARRRRRAGAGG aarrrriiiiaaaa. P please, I’ll do
everything, please everything you want I’ll do everything for ever, but no more
please, no more. I can’t stand the pain. Please have mercy, please have mercy on
me please, what do you want. I’ll do everything. Pleeeease, fuck me, **** me, do
anything but please, stop the pain.’

The cruel lash was brought up again and again on my back and on my ass. I
bellowed like a wild a****l and jerked convulsively. I was almost mad with pain,
my naked body was dripping with agony sweat. My screams were hoarse now after
all that screaming for mercy. The black queer again swung the cruel whip down on
my back, ass, and thighs.

Later that night they they locked me into a pillar fixing my head and exposing
my ass. They told me that I would be allowed to plea them to fuck me or they
would continue whipping me. I knew that I had no alternative, so I begged them
to make me their slut. Eventually, they penetrated me simultaneously from both
sides. But for me even worse, Francis had recorded the whole evening with his
camera …

…
On Sunday morning Marcel released me from my chains, threw my trousers, shoes,
t-shirt as well as the ladies’ handbag on me and told me that we would be leaving
for my place. Still collared with the massive steel collar around my neck I knew
that I had no choice that to take me to my home otherwise the steel collar would
stay which I could not afford as I had to go to the office the other day.

When we had arrived and entered my apartment my wrists were cuffed again behind
my back. Now Marcel and Francis knew my address, they demanded me to give them
my telephone and mobile number and got it. Then Francis saw my pc. He switched
it on and the request for my password appeared. I had to disclose it. When they
checked my ‘own files’ they detected not only all the gay and femdom pics I had
downloaded from the net, the yahoo groups in which I am a member, and my
comprehensive homepage, but also all my private and business e-mail addresses,
and last but not least a slave contract which I had found on the net and a
folder with all my personal details and wishes as a slave. They copied
everything and mailed it to their address. I was fully at their hands and at
their mercy.

Reading the Slave Contract Marcel decided to make some changes, have it adapted
and printed twice and then ordered my to sign both copies, immediately comparing
my signature with my signature on other documents. Laughing Marcel explained
that I should not worry on what was stated in the Slave Contract about the
articles on the chastity belt. Although I would not already wear a chastity belt
the wording of the Slave Contract would very soon become reality for me,
nevertheless he would be prepared to accept that I sign the Slave Contract
already now. He took both signed copies and told me that I would need none as he
would let me know the other day where I could read the Slave Contract duely
signed on an URL as a pdf file. Obviously, now they had another piece of
evidence that I had become their slave for ever. The Slave Contract reads as
follows:

SLAVE CONTRACT

Whereas slave gunnarsub thereafter called ‘The SLAVE’ has agreed to give up
voluntarily all rights, personal and legal, in order to become the property of
The OWNER and whereas Marcel G. thereafter called ‘The OWNER’ has accepted
ownership over The SLAVE, the purpose of this Slave Contract is to codify and
enf***e the property rights of the OWNER over the SLAVE. These property rights
are total and absolute, The OWNER shall be entitled to all rights implied by the
term ‘Ownership’ over The SLAVE, and The SLAVE, as property, shall have no
rights whatsoever, either explicitly stated, or by implication.

Now,
Following the initiative and firm wish of The SLAVE, both parties agree as
follows:

The SLAVE agrees to submit completely to The OWNER in all ways. There are no
boundaries of place, time, or situation in which The SLAVE may willfully refuse
to obey any order of The OWNER without risking most severe punishment. The SLAVE
will never be given the option to act on this own desire, but will be trained to
complete obedience by a combination of systematic humiliation and punishment.
The SLAVE will be on duty 24 hours a day, 7 days a week all over the year
without any leasure time for The SLAVE.

By way of return The OWNER undertakes to humiliate, harass, torture and punish
The SLAVE without any mercy up to and even beyond the limits by means of
sadistic and mean orders and permanent obligations, The OWNER agrees to invent
continiously new torments and cruelties which The SLAVE will have to endure, and
to enf***e compliance by most severe punishment and torment.

In particular, The OWNER consents to punish The SLAVE mercilessly at least as
severe as announced, and under no circumstances diminish a punishment threatened
in the case of no immediate compliance, lack of performance, or poor
performance. The OWNER, however, has every right to enlarge any punishment in
any way He likes. It is being agreed explicitely that punishment may even be out
of all proportion with regard to the misbehaviour of The SLAVE.

It is up to the sole discretion of The OWNER to decide whether there is a case
of no immediate compliance, lack of performance, or poor performance. In the
opposite, such decision holds true even if not valid at all. Similarly, any
allegation of no immediate compliance or lack of performance made by others are
to be taken as given. The SLAVE does not have the right to argue even the
falsest allegation resulting in a severe punishment.

The OWNER may ask other Mistresses or Masters to execute any punishment imposed
on the slave.

Furthermore, The OWNER consents to ensure that all orders for The SLAVE will be
extremely humiliating, forcing The SLAVE to do things, or do them in a way he
never would be prepared to do under normal circumstances.

The SLAVE will be permanently locked in a steel chastity belt. It is fully at
the discretion of The OWNER to deny any sexual relief to The SLAVE as long as He
likes, The SLAVE does not have any right for it. However, if in rare cases He
considers that, The OWNER will take care that sexual relief for The SLAVE is
combined with extreme pain and utmost humiliation and might even be stopped just
before orgasm, be it while enf***ed wanking, be it while The SLAVE gets fucked
by The OWNER or one of his friends.

On the other hand, for the pleasure of The OWNER or one of his male or female
friends it is The SLAVE’s duty to lick or suck them at any time. Alike, at any
time The OWNER can do The SLAVE or ask one of His male or female friends to ****
him. In any case, there will be severe punishment if The SLAVE’s performance is
not absolutely satisfying, even when being ****d.

The OWNER will have male and female lovers and He may vest them with the right
to give orders to The SLAVE and punish him according to their caprice.

The OWNER will take as long as necessary to train The SLAVE. Training will be
harsh, and will by no means be fair. Such training will be delivered by The
OWNER or by other Femdoms or Masters. The SLAVE may also be sent to a slave
training camp for a documented most severe treatment regime.

The OWNER will take videos and photos showing The SLAVE in most humiliating
situations. It is up to His sole discretion to publish them in the internet, or
in sex magazines or videos which are available in sex shops. These photographs
or videotapes become the sole property of The OWNER at the time the photographs
or videotapes are taken. While The SLAVE would prefer to keep these photographs
or videotapes private, The SLAVE understands that they are not his property and
The OWNER may do with them whatever He likes.

The slave may see The OWNER only from time to time, and he is never allowed to
contact Him. He will let The SLAVE know when He needs him.

The OWNER may loan The SLAVE at any time to any other person. Further, He may
charge for The SLAVE’s slut services in any way He chooses. Any money or other
negotiable earned in this manner or any other is the sole property of The OWNER.

The terms and conditions of this Slave Contract may be modified and supplemented
at any time at the sole discretion of OWNER in whatever way He likes. The OWNER
will ask friends and also people in the internet for proposals to aggravate the
Slave Contract especially with regard to further humiliation of The SLAVE, and
implement such proposals without skruple.

This Slave Contract will be concluded for an initial period of 5 years and
subsequently will continue for an indefinite period of time up to the rest of
the life of The SLAVE, if not terminated by The OWNER.

The SLAVE has no right to terminate this Slave Contract. In order to avoid that
The SLAVE may consider escaping from his obligations it is agreed upon that The
OWNER will flush down the toilet the only key of The SLAVE ‘s chastity belt, if
there is any attempt to stay off from the contractual obligations of this Slave
Contract.

One copy of the Slave Contract will be deposited with a notary in a sealed
envelope with the obligation for the notary to open it and -before returning it
at the request of any party- mail it to a distribution list including The
SLAVE’s boss and relatives.

It is agreed upon that this will materialize automatically, should The OWNER
decide to terminate the contract, or on request of the The OWNER should The
SLAVE consider escaping from his obligations. Additional copies will remain with
the The OWNER and the witnesses. There will be no copy for The SLAVE, as there
will be no way for The SLAVE to argue against any rule or regulation of this
Slave Contract.

Rules for The SLAVE

Without any exception all rules apply to all situations and locations at any
given time, be it when only The OWNER is present, be it in the presence of other
people or in the public.

There will be absolutely no safeword for The SLAVE.

The SLAVE shall speak only when being asked or when The OWNER gives permission.
If being adress by somebody, he will wait whether The OWNER instructs him to
answer with the words ‘answer, slave’.

The SLAVE shall address The OWNER as ‘MASTER’ His male friends as SIR and His
female friends as MISTRESS at all times and any place. In the presence of other
people The SLAVE will address The OWNER at a voice level that it can be clearly
understood in what way The SLAVE has to address The OWNER.

The OWNER shall tattoo, brand, or mark the slave on any body part and in any way
he so desires. Purpose of such tattoo, brand, or mark should be the permanent
humiliation of The Slave.

The Slave will not use the toilet without permission of The OWNER. Privacy
should not be assumed. The OWNER will frequently order The SLAVE to pee on the
floor in front of others and then order him to clean the mass with his tongue.

Indoors The SLAVE will always be completely nude apart form his chastity belt
and his steel collar. If The SLAVE is on duty outdoors The SLAVE will always
wear what The OWNER determines to be the appropriate attire for any given
situation. This may be as little as the chastity belt and slave collar, even in
public. The fact that this may cause The SLAVE embarrassment is of no concern.
The OWNER may command ‘Strip!’, at which point The SLAVE must stop wherever it
is, and immediately strip himself of all clothing on the spot. Whether
completely naked, clothed in a revealing or humiliating outfit, or fully
dressed, The SLAVE will always make every part of his body available to The
OWNER at any time, displaying and exposing the demanded area within easy reach
of The OWNER, and following all spoken commands as to the display and exposure
of its body for any and every purpose.

The SLAVE will never touch its penis, scrotum, anus or nipples without The OWNER
‘s permission. They are for His enjoyment only, not The SLAVE’s.

The SLAVE will always strive to extend his limits to new heights, so that The
OWNER can be increasingly proud of His property.

The Slave shall live by the rule that everything is forbidden which is not
explicitly permitted or authorized.

Affidavit

I, the undersigned slave gunnarsub, certify that I am 55 years old, that I am
not physically or mentally impaired by influence of any d**gs, including
alcohol, or other reason where I do not know what I am doing and am legally and
mentally competent to contract in my own name. I am signing this document of my
own free will, without coercion or pressure of any kind. No one has made any
promises, guarantees, warranties, or offered threats or inducements of any kind
to get me to sign this Slave Contract.

I hereby totally submit to The OWNER without limit and without reservation. With
full understanding of the meanings and implications of this Slave Contract, I
specifically desire and request The OWNER to f***e me to comply if necessary,
using any means at The OWNER ‘s disposal without any limit. I specifically
request and authorize The OWNER to use f***e to compel my obedience, and I
specifically request and authorize The OWNER to ignore anything I may say or do
what might in any way be considered a refusal or retraction on my part.

I do want The OWNER to enf***e His orders by punishment without limitation, by
making me to do whatever He wants done. I do want that, as one method of
discipline, I will get whipped, lashed, or caned. I do want the whippings to
hurt and accept that they may leave permanent marks on my body. The OWNER may
punish me either for a lapse in my behavior, for a completely arbitrary reason,
or just for His enjoyment, amusement, or gratification.

I understand that the Sixteenth Amendment prohibits slavery and involuntary
servitude. Nevertheless, for my own purposes, I desire to become and to be a
slave. I am signing this Slave Contract in an attempt to effect that status. I
specifically request the courts, the law and government not to interfere. I
consider any attempt by an outside authority to limit in any way The OWNER ‘s
rights and prerogatives under this Slave Contract to be an unwarranted
interference with my constitutional right to privacy. I am of legal age and I
am legally an adult who knows what he is doing. I specifically want this. In
the strongest language I request the government not to ‘protect’ me from the
consequences of this decision.

I give up any and all rights of any kind and description. I specifically waive
any and all protection in law or equity, any constitutional rights or
protections, and any other rule or regulation that would in any way prevent The
OWNER from having total control over every aspect of my life.

I desire to be placed in a position where I CANNOT change my mind. Recognizing
that a government may not allow a totally irrevocable contract, no matter how
much I want one, I agree to the following clause, which makes it extremely
difficult to break this Contract.

This Slave Contract is irrevocable except as provided for in this paragraph
only.

Furthermore, I hereby execute an unconditional, unlimited, irrevocable,
assignable Model Release in favor of The OWNER covering all pictures, films,
video, audio, public performance, and recordings of me of any kind, whether true
to life or manipulated in any fashion, and all associated material, including
promotional, either factual or fictional. I waive all rights to inspect the
products before or after use and waive my claims for embarrassment or mental
distress specifically and all other claims of any sort generally. I consent that
such material may be sold with all revenues due to The OWNER, or distributed
free of charges, or put into the internet at public display.

Last, but not least, I accept and even request that The OWNER destroys
immediately the only key of my chastity belt while I am locked in it, should I
ever dare ask The OWNER for his consent to cancel this Slave Contract. This
would clearly leave me forever locked in the chastity belt, with no possibility
at all to remove it ever again.

By my signature below, I acknowledge that I have read, understand, and agree to
abide by the rules of this Slave Contract. Of my own free will, as of

(date), ____________________
(slave gunnarsub)

Accepting this Slave Contract and obliging myself that I will under no
circumstances give consent to cancel it, but do everything to enf***e execution
by the use of punishment as outlined above.

Furthermore, I oblige myself to destroy immediately the only key of the chastity
belt, if The SLAVE dared to request to have this Contract canceled at any time.
As of

(date), _____________________
(Marcel G.)

The parties also want to have a witness who is prepared to testify about the
circumstances under which the Slave Contract was concluded and that the Slave
Contract was entered into voluntarily, consensually, and without coercion or
f***e.

I, being present during the act of signing this Slave Contract, witness that The
SLAVE has eagerly entered this Contract at his free will and that he has
confirmed to each of us that he has initiated compiling this Slave Contract
himself. I furthermore confirm that the OWNER has not put any pressure on The
SLAVE to this Slave Contract and to renounce all rights as a human being.

Signature of Witness

(date), ______________________
(Francis S.)

When they left Marcel turned back once more and said ‘From now onwards you will
have your mobile always on and with you. We may give you orders by phone at any
time. If you don’t anwer a call you will be punished in a way you will never
forget again. And, by the way, you talked about a series of sessions to train
you as a slut. That is o.k., however, we just realised that upon signing the
Slave Contract we, too, have to meet our obligations. A series of sessions
should do to train you as a slut, but according to the Slave Contract we are
obliged to keep you as our slave even after you have become a slut.’ They left
laughing …

To be continued

Sissy gunnarsub Turned Into A Slut
part 3

A few weeks later. The Latowski belt had arrived. Marcel had locked my wrists to
chains dangling from the ceiling and my ankles widespread to bolts on the
ground. Taking all the pieces of the steel chastity belt from a cupboard, Marcel
explains ‘There are two locks but one key fits to both of them. And there are
three identical keys that fit. Key number one is with a lawyer. You don’t need
to know about that. It’s a sort of insurance policy. If things go wrong between
us, he’s got enough information about you to ensure you will regret it up to the
end of your life.

‘Key number two is with Francis and number three with me. So easy.’ With a flick
of his wrist, he clicks on a hidden light switch and spotlighted a steel and
chrome masterpiece. ‘It’s a Latowski chastity belt, which I have modified just a
bit. Oh, don’t get me wrong, it’s a wonderful design, but I want to absolutely
assure permanence to it. Even this chastity belt might be defeated by cutting or
filing, although I doubt that in a Latowski belt this works.’ ‘But just to be on
the safe side I have modified the belt to provide an absolute ‘secure’
protection.

Well, I have added a more permanent accessory to prevent tampering. Embedded
within the front part of the belt is a high tensile steel pin neatly positioned
above the cock. The entire system is balanced under high tension and would be
triggered by cutting or grinding of the belt in any way. Any unauthorised
tampering and….’ SNAP! In a fast flash, a razor sharp steel pin perforates the
cock. ‘ There is no way to open the belt without the proper key. I am quite sure
it would be extremely painful if somebody tried. Ingenious isn’t it?

I can do nothing but stare in speechless horror at the devilish device.

Marcel skilfully adjusts the belt fitting one piece into another. ‘You are quite
safe, as long as you don’t try to get free, slave.’ ‘Finished! Have a last look
at the lock and key, as you will never be able to touch them again.’ This shocks
me even more that having the belt placed on me.

There would be no release for me for quite some time. Over the next few months,
I will become very attentive to Marcel’s and Francis? needs. The devilish pin
within the belt stops all my attempts to get relief. This chastity belt was the
best tool to avoid that I ever again would be able to escape from being their
slave and slut…

…
The next morning Marcel ordered me:

‘Take the phone and dial this number. When somebody answers, just say ‘This is
Gunnar, and my ass and my body are entirely at your disposal.’ I looked sharply
at Marcel and think ‘I can’t say that!’ but do not dare speak.

I picked up the phone and dialled. ‘Hello?’ A deep, male voice. I hesitated,
briefly. ‘This is Gunnar’ I said, my voice slightly tremulous, ‘and my ass and
my body are entirely at your disposal.’ For several seconds there was silence.
‘If he asks you questions’ Marcel murmured ‘Just answer ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No,
Sir’.’ I nodded.

You’re Gunnar, the guy with the chastity belt?’ the voice of that man again. I
hesitated, shocked that obviously a lot of people already knew that I was locked
in a chastity belt. ‘Yes, Sir’ I at last responded. ‘And you know me?’ ‘No, Sir’
I replied. ‘ But you like to offer your body and your ass to people whom you
don’t know?’ ‘Not really, Sir.’ ‘But you like to get fucked by people whom you
don’t know?’ I did not know what to answer, so I said again ‘Not really, Sir.’

Marcel suddenly took a riding crop and I got a stinging lash on my back. ‘You
haven’t quite grasped your situation yet, slave, have you? ‘Either you apologise
for your rudeness, or you subject yourself to fifty strokes with this crop and
ring this number again in an hour’s time. Choose. ‘

Marcel continued ‘Call him and tell him how sorry you are. Repeat that your ass
and your body are entirely at his disposal.’

‘Hello?’ That deep voice again. ‘Hello, Sir. This is Gunnar. I’ve been ordered
to tell you how much I regret my rudeness in not admitting how much like to get
fucked by everybody and, too, by people whom I don’t know’. I paused. He said
nothing. ‘I really am most sorry for my grossly impolite behaviour, Sir. Please
forgive me, Sir!’

His answer was like a choc for me. ‘You will have to learn that a slave never
ever has the right to state that he does not like something, especially not to
get fucked by people whom he don’t know. Even worse, you are not only a slave
but a slut. And secondly, you were ordered to call yourself ‘Sissy gunnarsub,
cock sucking slut’ in all conversation, which you have not done. I insist that
you will get severely punished for that matter of disobedience.’

‘Marcel, I would like you to lock up this slut spread eagled in a pillory,
unable to move, blindfolded and gagged. Remove his chastity belt and put
crocodile clamps on his nipples, ass and shoulders should be naked and exposed
for whipping. He should be kept in this position for at least 4 hours. Execute
every 30 minutes 25 lashes without mercy on his ass and shoulders. Ignore all
pleas for mercy or release. The lashing should continue even if the slave is
screaming and pleading.

He then should be ****d repeatedly, used and abused in any manner you, Francis
and your friends desire or consider necessary.

This procedure and the experience of long-term punishment and humiliation should
soon break in the slave and he should soon obey each and every command instantly
knowing the consequences of disobedience.
…

…
‘Today we are going to have a party and the centre of attraction will be you.
Today you will be gangbanged, slave,’ Marcel told me instead of a welcome at our
next session. Having stripped to my chastity belt he cuffed my left wrist to my
left ankle and my right wrist to my right ankle, forcing me in a bent position
and offering my ass. He locked the steel collar around my neck, and fixed a
leash to it pulling me to the living room. In there were some eight men, Francis
and the two black giants who had fucked me already during my first session. The
others I did not know. From the way they were looking at me I got that it would
not be an easy day for me. Marcel told me that I would have to suck off all
these well hung gentlemen and get them in my ass as many times as they could
manage. I was not be allowed to cum and was even not able to achieve an erection
due to my chastity belt.

To start I had to greet all guests by licking their boots exposing my ass
prominently with the opening in the chastity belt to the others. Then Francis
f***ed me on my knees, chained my balls to my ankles, put crocodile clamps with
weights on my nipples, and cuffed my wrists behind my back. ‘Remember that we
will whip and torture you without mercy unless we are satisfied with your
performance or if you fail to comply. Is that understood?’ Marcel threatened and
continued ‘and you will swallow all cum. Do not dare spit it out.’

Some of the cocks I blew until they cummed, others stick their cock in getting
it ready for fucking me. When they were done I had to take the cock back into my
mouth until he was hard again, at which time he did me another again, that was
repeated several times until all were finished.

Slut’, Marcel stopped me right in my movement, ‘may I ask you to do me a
favour?’ This was a question rhetoric with no answer expected and I did not dare
answer. ‘I would like you to remember this great day and share it with other
people, too. By next Friday, you will get a tattoo on your back right above the
chastity belt stating in bold letters Marcel was here on the left side, many
others too on the right side and in between an arrow pointing downwards to your
asshole. Everybody will understand what that means and treat you as what you
are, namely a slut. On next Friday we will check’.

Getting the tattoo was most embarrassing, I did not only have to explain what I
was after but had to display also my chastity belt to the guy in there. When I
wanted to pay cash he rejected and insisted that I paid with my credit card,
thus getting my full name. But he was still not satisfied and wanted to see my
passport as well claiming that this would be their paying policy. I knew that I
would meet this guy from the tattoo shop soon again.
…

To be continued

Sissy gunnarsub Turned Into A Slut
part 4

A couple of weeks later.

Marcel phoned me and ordered me to go to go to a small hotel and to give a
blowjob to somebody who would be waiting for me in room no 332. Dressed in a
provocative ladies outfit and boots with high heels, the only thing I was
allowed to carry with me was ladies handbag with the pair of cuffs, a steel
collar and a leash, a butt plug, a lubricant and at least a dozen condoms, my
passport but no money.

Arriving there I introduced myself as ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’. He
ordered me to give him my ladies handbag and to strip. Only moments later I was
standing in front of him with nothing on but my chastity belt. He took the cuffs
from my handbag and cuffed my wrists in front of me. Then he locked the steel
collar around my neck, now unremovable as there were only keys for the cuffs in
my handbag but none for the collar. With a tow rope he tied my cuffed wrists to
the bed in such a way that I was placed on my stomach and the knot of the rope
out of my reach. I was completely helpless and offering my ass. The guy took
pictures, then sat on my arms with his cock dangling directly in front of my
mouth. then ordered me to suck him. Again he took pictures, lots of pictures. In
some, it was obvious who I was and what I was doing, and in most of them you
could not see that I was tied up. I looked like I was doing exactly what I
wanted to be doing, especially when he had me smile as I licked his cum from my
face and sucked on his fingers as he fed me droplets of cum and I appeared to be
begging for more.

He then went around behind me and pushed the head of her dick up against my
asshole. I squirmed to avoid it but the guy slapped my face. ‘Hold still,
sissy!’

He pushed his dick into my ass and I felt it slide in as I relaxed my muscles.
The guy started a gentle in and out motion that drove his dick deeper with each
push. I grunted with each penetration.

‘How do you like this fucking, sissy?’ The guy asked. ‘Does it feel good to get
fucked?’, he asked as he started to nibble my ears and neck, in spite of my
situation I started getting erect and my cock pushed against the spikes in the
chastity belt causing me pain. ‘Do you want me to stop, little girl?’ I shook my
head and moaned behind my gag.

The guy pumped faster and harder into my ass. ‘The next time I fuck you, sissy,
I’m going to whip you first.’ He pushed his dick hard into my ass and continued
fondling my nipples. When he had been jacking off, he started taking pictures
again, some of which only showed my cum drenched face.

He put the ball gag back in my mouth, checked the ropes that held me tied, then
went toward the door. As he turned the knob he looked at me with an amused smile
and said, ‘I put the money in your purse, it will not only cover the rent on the
room but also the one Euro you charge as slut. The maid usually comes between
nine and noon, so you should have some time to accept that you are now ‘Sissy
gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ before they discover you and untie the ropes. It’s
only midnight now, so you have at least nine hours to keep reminding yourself
that you are ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’. I’m sure your Mistress will
be pleased.’

There are no words to describe the effort I made to try to free myself from the
bonds that held me, but it was clearly hopeless. After about an hour or so I
realised that ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ had not only sucked a cock
and got fucked tonight, but ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ was also going
to be discovered by the hotel maid, covered with a man’s cum on ‘Sissy
gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’s face and ass. I don’t know how, but ‘Sissy
gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ eventually found sl**p and only woke up when
‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ heard the keys rattling in the hotel room
door.

The maid walked into the room and gasped when she saw the humiliated sissy
chained to the bed, but then she chuckled when she saw ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock
sucking slut’s chastity belt, the steel collar around my neck and especially
when she read the tattoo above the chastity belt stating that Marcel and so many
others were ‘there’.

The maid was a tall BBW perhaps half of my age, definitely carrying overweight,
with long blonde hair and huge boobs, her breasts were her best feature and she
had her blouse unbuttoned to make sure they were shown to her advantage. She
removed the gag and asked, ‘Are you okay?’

‘Yes, I’m okay, I can explain, it’s okay, can you untie me.’

‘You don’t need to explain, but you do have to tell me, were you ****d, or have
you been part of some kinky sex game?’

‘Well, I wasn’t ****d, no, this isn’t what I expected but no I wasn’t ****d.’

‘I see, if it’s ****, I need to call the Police to untie you, otherwise evidence
could be lost, and the hotel could run into a claim.’

‘It’s okay, I promise.’

The maid said she would be right back again, then left the room, ‘Sissy
gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ noticed that she didn’t lock the door behind her
or even pull the door closed tight, ‘Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut’ thought
about calling out to her, and then decided to keep quite and wait. Eventually,
the maid returned with a digital video recorder and said, ‘The manager is
worried about lawsuits, so he wants you to record a release to make sure the
hotel isn’t held liable for damages if you change your mind and decide it was
**** after all.’

She put a piece of paper in front of me and told me to read it, using my name
where it said ‘your name here’, I had no cho