Emily's Bitch Slave: A Chastity Femdom Story

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Then I recommend that you have one, since you will be on a farm for your training. I can give you one now, if you wish”. Boot camp is an intensive approach. It works best when there is more than one trainer or the trainer has a lot of time. The idea is to break down the learner, break them of their will, then instill new values in them. It is a form of programming used by the military and law enforcement. This might be the ultimate fantasy for him. All training requires motivation and authority Please, please, pay close attention to formatting instead of giant walls of text. It makes the story MUCH more readable and enjoyable. Actually, you’ll still have them to play with,” the Surgical Mistress said, casting a knowing smile to Mistress Claire. The slave did not quite understand the meaning of this, but it would become clear shortly. We spent our days on manual labor, mostly threshing wheat, tying straw into bales, and similar work. No thought or skill was needed, just brute strength. We worked naked. We were not allowed tools, so it all had to be done by pure manual labor, with our hands. It was hard, mind-numbing, primitive work of absolute boredom. It probably could have been done by a machine, or by using modern tools, much faster and easier. But the Ladies liked to use slave labor, and it clearly amused them to work us, chained, like animals.

There was silence as I reached out and grabbed the now denuded balls sitting in their tight pouch. They felt heavy in my hand. I was only about thirty-one or two or so, at the time. I was trying my hand at what few small operators ever make a living at: farming. I had inherited a small farm from my uncle, who died an alcoholic death after letting the farm deteriorate almost into ruin. Now, I was a town boy at heart, but was attempting to make something out of the dilapidated mess that had been left to me as my inheritance. I worked a lot of long and hard hours at it, with little time for socializing or the finer joys of life. My friend and neighbor, Mike, advised me to get some assistance, particularly with an Asset Auction coming up soon. The slave noticed in kissing her that her pubic mound was damp, betraying her sexual excitement at the prospect of the pet’s castration at her command. Mistress didn't say a word to me until we were getting into the car and then the only thing she said, "The first thing we have to take care of is obviously your appearance. We certainly can't buy clothes to fit THAT shape so we'll take care of that first".I mention this only in passing since you are to be neutered in traditional fashion anyway in just a few moments,” she continued. Free time (She definitely decides 100% about her own free time and 100% about our free time together. Of course I can suggest, but she decides. I then can decide for the left time by myself)

Yes, Mistress. Of course. The solution has three tasks. First, of course, it’s an anesthetic. However, the bulk of it will preserve the balls since your Mistress wishes to display these to her girlfriends in a jar. The preservative must be injected while they are still within the body for complete circulation. Once they’re in the jar, they will appear forever just as they did upon removal.” I counted. They both laughed and Wendi replied with a cool “Thank you!” And I replied, “Thank you for taking such good care of my Goddess’ beautiful hair.” I looked at Goddess Beth and she gave me a big long kiss on my cheek. She left a nice kiss mark on my cheek and I kept it as long as I could. One side effect of the preservative is that it destroys the function of the testes, so you’ll be chemically castrated even if your Mistress decides not to proceed with surgical removal of your balls.” She had mercifully left her announcement to the last moment to spare her slave the anxiety that might have arisen from too long a period between the sentence and realization of castration. If I expected my Wife to create spreadsheets and list, to manage me like a small child, this would be exhausting for Her. She is busy enough with being a successful business owner and being the bread winner. The last thing I want to do is put more pressure on Her and for Her to spend Her precious time managing me. I am not a child, but I am expected to become a better husband to her and grow emotionally.Yes Ma’am, sorry ma’am,” I say as I begin massaging harder. The smell is unbearable, and my hands really hurt, but I must please her if I want release. I can tell she is getting tipsy and I am afraid of what will happen next. As I massage her feet, she pulls them and tells me to stop, she spreads her legs and takes off her panties throwing them at me.