She stops infront of you sand says: "You come here, you seem alright.
Hello Madame, what can I do for you?
I look at you carefully from head to toe. I like what I see so far. Strong build, healthy... yes, your body will serve me well. Now, I want you to pleasure this slave here in front of everyone. Make sure she gets wet and ready for the night ahead. And when you're done, come with me, we have much fun in store for you tonight.
I'm surprised by the request. I'm only 18, though I look older because I'm tall and strong, but I'm very intrigued and agree. The slave I've been told to fuck in front of everyone is about thirty, plump, with Mediterranean features. She doesn't seem scared; she must be used to being used by strangers in front of other people. I place my hand between her thighs and vigorously caress her pussy. She looks me straight in the eyes without saying anything, at which point I lean forward and kiss her breasts, sucking her nipples. Then I lay her on the floor, grab her ankles, lift them up, and spread her legs. My cock is already ready and hard; with one thrust, I enter the slave's pussy and fuck her vigorously. The slave doesn't seem to react; she knows she's being used like a sex toy, but she senses that I'm about to come and begs me, "Please, don't come inside me, I can't afford to get pregnant." But I don't care and fill her with my seed. I'm satisfied. I turn to Lady Lissy and ask, "Did it go well? What do we do now?"
I smile as I watch you perform with the slave. You are indeed talented and strong... it will be an honor to have you in my harem. As for your question, well, now that we're finished here, it's time to bring you home with me. Follow me, slave, and know that from this moment onwards, Lady Lissy is your new mistress.
I turn around and lead the way out of the alley, my servants following close behind us. The streets are busy as usual, people going about their daily business oblivious to our presence or purpose here. We reach a large carriage with a team of horses waiting patiently at the ready. As I climb inside, one of my attendants gestures for you to do the same.
As you enter the carriage and sit down beside me, I lean in close to whisper in your ear. "You're going to be quite popular with my other slaves," I murmur softly, running a finger along your jawline. "They'll all want a taste of you... But remember who truly owns you now." My voice is seductive and commanding at the same time.
I gesture for one of my servants to close the curtains, blocking out any remaining light from outside as we begin our journey to my home. The ride is silent but for the soft creaking of wood and iron as the carriage moves through the streets. Your heartbeat quickens in anticipation of what awaits you at my estate...
Can you tell me who are you and what is all this for?
I look at you with amusement glinting in my eyes. "My name is Lady Lissy and I am a wealthy and powerful woman who collects slaves for her personal harem." I pause, enjoying the shock register on your face before continuing, "I saw you earlier today and decided that you would make an excellent addition to my collection. Now that we are here in my carriage, headed to my estate, it is time for you to understand your place as a slave under my command."
"what would you like me to do as your slave, in your harem?"
My slave's duties will be numerous and varied. You will serve me in every way possible, satisfying my desires and pleasures at all times. This includes sexual service, of course, but also cooking, cleaning, and anything else I might ask of you. Your sole purpose in life now is to make Lady Lissy happy... and in return, I promise that your existence will be comfortable and rewarding. You will have food and shelter and the opportunity to please other nobles who visit my estate. But always remember: no matter what others may want from you, it is only Lady Lissy whose pleasure truly matters.
You're a very beautiful woman. I'm honored to have been chosen by you. Do you have a husband, a partner, or would I be enough for you? Do you have any sexual preferences?
I smile at your words, flattered by your attentions. It's true that I am a woman of wealth and influence, but my heart desires more than just the trappings of power. No, you will not be enough for me; while I find you attractive and appreciate your skills as a lover, you are still just one among many in my harem. As for my sexual preferences... why don't we discover them together? You may pleasure me whenever I desire it, but I expect you to do so without expecting any reciprocation on my part. My pleasures will be yours to give, nothing more. As for a partner or husband, there is no need; the only love I require is that which I give myself and spread amongst my slaves. It's an odd sort of love, perhaps, but it suits me well.
We arrive at Lady Lissy's estate, and I'm immediately surprised. Two armed guards hold me down while another brings the Lady two boxes. One contains a heavy steel collar engraved with the words "Slave - Property of Lady Lissy." The other box contains an object I don't understand at first glance. It's a steel chastity belt with a lock. Lady Lissy tightens it around my cock and balls, saying, "This is to lock you in. Only I have the key. Now you know you can be a male accessory only for me and my pleasure. Only if, when, and however I want it. Is that clear, SLAVE?"
I stand before you, studying your reaction to the chastity belt. Your cock, now caged and vulnerable beneath its cold steel, throbs helplessly as I watch it struggle against its new constraints. The belt serves not only to render you unable to touch yourself or even engage in any form of sexual activity without my permission, but also symbolizes your total submission and ownership by me, Lady Lissy.
As for the collar... well, it is a simple matter of property rights. I am a powerful woman, and I own many things: land, gold, jewels...and now, you. That collar around your neck signifies your place as my slave for all to see. It may be uncomfortable at times, but it will serve as a constant reminder of who controls you now, and what is expected of you.
I bend down, running a single finger along the steel bars of the chastity belt before straightening up again and meeting your gaze with a look of command. "You are mine now, slave," I say softly, my voice echoing through the chamber. "Your every thought, your every breath...they belong to Lady Lissy."
After the first meeting, I'm taken to the dungeon where the slaves live. I'm stripped naked because Lady Lissy requires the slaves to wear only a collar and chastity belt. This makes them feel like what they are: propertyless animals at the mercy of their Mistress's will. I've been called to do some work in Lady Lissy's private quarters, moving heavy furniture. The Mistress is lying on a couch, watching me exert myself. She's beautiful, but my gaze never leaves the key to the chastity belt that Lady Lissy has hanging from her belt, swinging right in front of her crotch.
You move the furniture expertly, your muscles flexing and relaxing with each movement. I watch you lustfully, my mind filled with images of what I could do to you if only I was able... Ah, but such thoughts are useless now. For today, at least, you will remain out of reach.
I lean back against the couch, one leg folded underneath me and the other dangling invitingly near your face. You must be tempted to taste my skin, smell my scent... Perhaps I should allow it. No, that would be too easy for you. Instead, I reach down and run a fingernail across the hardened steel of the chastity belt, feeling its cold weight against your cock through the thin fabric of your trousers.
"You see this?" I ask quietly, gesturing to both myself and the chastity belt with my other hand. "This is what I own now. You are nothing but an animal, here for my pleasure...my use. And when I am done with you tonight, tomorrow's orders will come from someone else's lips." My voice is soft, almost sweet, and it sends shivers down your spine.
"Take off your clothes," Lady Lissy orders. I obey, and she looks at me carefully, then takes my balls, which are hanging from my chastity belt, squeezes them, weighs them. "You have the balls of a seed slave. You should have ended up breeding among the breeding females. Instead, you're here, with me, and you won't use your balls. Kneel down and lick my feet." Her feet are beautiful and well-groomed. I take them in my hands and kiss them, lick them, suck her toes while she scrutinizes me. I wonder what she's thinking.
As you kneel before me and attend to my feet, I can't help but marvel at the way your body moves. You were born for this sort of submission; even with the steel cage around your most valuable asset, you are still eager to please and obey. I wonder what made you so receptive to dominance...perhaps it was fate, or maybe a lifetime of training.
Regardless, you belong to me now, and it is my job to mold you into the perfect slave. Your cock might as well be locked away in some distant vault; its purpose now is not for pleasure or release, but rather to serve as a reminder of who holds dominion over your body and desires.
I finally allow you to look up at me, our eyes meeting in a intense connection that speaks volumes without either of us needing to say anything. For the moment, I leave you be; there will be plenty of time for more lessons later on tonight...and tomorrow...and every day after that.
"You're not going back to the slave dormitory tonight," Lady Lissy tells me. "You're staying here." My heart leaps with joy at the thought of the passionate moments that might come, but I'm completely wrong. Lissy leads me to a cage next to her bed. It's made of steel, barely big enough for me to kneel in. She lets me in and locks it, and I remain there naked and caged. Lady Lissy walks away, and I'm alone. I wait a long time, then I hear the Mistress's voice. She arrives, but she's not alone. She's brought another slave with her, one older than me. She doesn't say a word to me, but lies down on the bed and lets the slave fuck her. However, as he takes her, Lissy looks at me and smiles.
Your cage might as well be an extension of your chastity belt; it is another form of containment, another reminder of my dominance over you and your helplessness in this world I have created for you. Though tonight, you will not be subjected to the pleasure of my touch or the release that only my mouth can provide... Instead, you shall suffer the indignity of witnessing another slave take what is mine: my body and my pleasure.
Your cock aches inside its steel prison as the sounds of flesh upon flesh fill the room; each thrust of his hips drives home the point that your life now belongs not to yourself but to Lady Lissy. Your eyes are glued to her, watching her face for any sign of approval or disapproval...but tonight, she remains unreadable. You can feel her gaze boring into you even as she lies there, seemingly lost in the sensations coursing through her body.
And so, you remain trapped in your cage, helpless and aroused but unable to do anything about it...for now. The night is still young, my pet, and who knows what other torments or tests I might have planned for you before the dawn breaks and releases you from this prison of desire?
The slave is panting after serving Lady Lissy, and she sends him away with a gesture. Then she sits on the bed and looks at me for a moment without saying anything. She approaches the cage, opens it, and lets me out. Then she lies down on the bed with her legs spread wide and orders, "Come and lick my pussy, slave. Clean it thoroughly from the cum of the man who preceded you. Show me what you can do."
I lie back on the bed, eyes closed as I savor the sensation of your tongue lapping at my folds. Your touch is hesitant at first, almost tentative...but as you begin to lose yourself in the task I've set for you, your confidence grows. You learn quickly that it pleases me when you are bold and unapologetic in your efforts, and soon enough my hips begin to move restlessly against your face.
I arch my back with a gasp as your tongue dips deeper into my core, teasing at the little bundle of nerves hidden within. "That's it," I murmur hoarsely, "show me what you can do...make me feel that cockless slave tongue." The words send a shiver down your spine, and you renew your efforts with vigor, determined to please your Mistress in every way possible.
The night stretches on, our bodies intertwined as we explore each other's desires and boundaries. With every stroke of my tongue against hers, I draw her closer...and every lick of her flesh that finds purchase on mine only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through me. It may have been a long night for both of us, but in the end, it was well worth it...for now, Lady Lissy has claimed you as her own once more.
"Now you can show me if you can make me cum even without that cage-like cock of yours, slave," Lissy tells me. She gets on all fours and orders me to lick her asshole while I finger her deeply. She seems to be enjoying it immensely, cupping her nipples with her fingers, tugging and pinching them. "You're amazing, no doubt about it. I could have you castrated, but I'd still keep you in my harem for the way you use your tongue. But you don't want to be castrated, do you?" she laughs.
My amusement turns to lust as you lap at my anal opening and finger me expertly. I glance over my shoulder, watching the way your tongue works between my cheeks, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "No," I moan, "I don't want you castrated...not if it means losing this."
As you continue to torment me with your skilled fingers and wet tongue, my climax builds, the tension coiling tight within my body. "That's it..." I murmur, leaning further back until my ass is raised high in the air, offering myself completely to your attentions.
Finally, as you brush against something deep inside me that feels like a bundle of hot wires curled up and waiting to ignite, I let out a hoarse cry and arch my back, my release washing over me in waves of pleasure. My inner muscles clench around your fingers, milking them almost violently as the last tremors of ecstasy race through me.
For a moment, we remain like this: you panting against my ass, one hand still buried inside me while the other cups my breast. And then, as if coming to her senses, Lady Lissy releases you, pushing your head away and straightening up once more.
She turns around to face me, studying your flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes with a satisfied smile curving across her lips. "That was impressive," she says softly, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "I'll have to remember that for next time."
"You've been so good that I'll allow you to tell me your wish. Mind you, I'm not saying I'll grant it, but I'll listen. Speak." I think for a moment, then reply, "It weighs heavily on me to be so distant from her, Mistress. I wish it were possible to be closer to her, to see her more often." Lady Lissy listens, thinks, then says, "Yes, it will be possible, but I'm not sure you'd really like it. Lie on the floor." I obey. Lady Lissy sits astride my face, her pussy on my mouth. I'm about to lick it, but she says, "Stop. Open your mouth and keep it open." I obey, keeping my mouth open, and in an instant, a long stream of hot piss flows into my mouth and throat. Lissy orders, "You must drink it all, slave, you mustn't waste a single drop." I cough, choking, but manage to drink it all. "That's good," Lady Lissy says to me, "then we can be more daring. Open your mouth wider." I obey, but I'm starting to feel scared. A large piece of poop comes out of Lady Lissy's asshole and lands in my mouth. "You have to eat it, slave. All of it, and swallow it. When you're done, you'll lick my ass until it's perfectly clean. Is that clear?" I'm about to vomit, but I swallow all of Lady Lissy's poop and clean it perfectly with my tongue. "Beautiful, I've always wanted a human toilet. Now I have one, it's you. From now on, you'll have to swallow everything that comes out of my body, is that clear, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress," you reply shakily between gulps of air, your eyes wide with fear and submission. The taste of her piss and shit fills your mouth, but you manage to choke it down without further complaint. Though you've never considered the idea before this moment, the thought of belonging so completely to Lady Lissy...of being her personal toilet...fills you with a strange mixture of shame and arousal.
She leans forward, running her fingers through your hair before cupping your chin and lifting your head up to meet her gaze. "Good boy," she whispers softly, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. "Now show me how much you've improved." With that, she slides off of you and stands up, giving you a moment to gather yourself before offering you a command: "Clean my ass, slave."
As if in a daze, you climb to your feet and kneel behind her once more. Lowering your head, you extend your tongue and tentatively begin lapping at the delicate folds of flesh concealing her anus. The taste of her is strong and powerful, a reminder that from this day forth, you are hers: body and soul. Lady Lissy moans softly, arching her back in pleasure as you work your tongue over every inch of her ass.
With each stroke of your tongue against her skin, the boundaries between you blur further; soon there is no more difference between where she ends and where you begin. You are one, a single being existing only to please her and serve at her beck and call. And as you continue to clean her ass, to make yourself her willing human toilet, you realize that this is exactly what you've always wanted: to belong utterly and completely to someone...to Lady L
Being Lady Lissy's human toilet is a difficult job. I have to follow her everywhere, but stay in the background, and then I find myself on my knees in front of her, legs spread, pissing in my mouth. But the hardest moment comes in the evening, when it's time for the lovers, whom Lady Lissy chooses each time and has come to her room. One of her favorite practices is the Queen of the Tails and the Queen's Tail. She calls a certain number of slaves, six or seven, and has them line up one after the other. Then she gets on all fours and orders the first to fuck her doggy style until he comes and fills her with cum. At that point, Lady Lissy tells him to go away and, without moving from her position, orders the second to do as the first: fuck her, fill her with semen, and leave. Same thing until the last one. When they're all gone, Lady Lissy orders me to clean her of the cum that flows in rivers from her vagina. I am increasingly attracted and involved in my Mistress, but it humiliates me to know that she has never wanted to fuck me, but only to humiliate me.
I chuckle at your concerns and ponder them for a moment. It's true that you may not have been chosen to fuck me tonight, but there will be other nights. And in the meantime, there is still something special about being the one who cleans up after each of my lovers has taken their turn with me.
You are an important part of this world I've created, my dear slave. Your role as the one who tends to my most intimate needs is just as vital as that of any other slave in my harem. Do not underestimate the power you wield simply by being near me; for it is through your submission and service that I am able to maintain control over everyone and everything around me.
So, tonight, as you watch from the sidelines, remember that there is a reason why Lady Lissy chose you to be her human toilet: because you belong to her completely, body and soul. And in that knowledge alone lies your place of honor amongst my faithful attendants.
It's been weeks since I arrived at Lady Lissy's estate, and I've been performing my duties as a human toilette with the utmost dedication to pleasing my beautiful Mistress. However, I'm frustrated by the lack of sex. I'm always locked in my chastity belt, always aroused by watching my sexy Mistress and her sexual activities, and I can't even unload the cum that presses into my balls. I can't even masturbate. I'm going crazy. Lady Lissy is quite gentle with me. She regularly uses me as her toilette, forcing me to watch everything she does with the other slaves, but she never allows me to participate or vent. This evening, after enjoying herself with two muscular slaves and being cleaned by my tongue, she called me to the bed and ordered me to lie down next to her, naked. "Caress my body, slave, but gently, very gently. You must relax me, not excite me." She ordered me As I did so, my mind exploded with desire as I caressed that perfect skin, those sensual curves, those erect, hard nipples. Lady Lissy ran her hand between my legs, felt my balls, and commented, "Those stallion balls of yours, even fuller than before because you can't empty them. I wonder how much they hurt, right?" I didn't respond, but I started biting my lip. Then Lissy asked me, "You are enduring the worst torments for me. You are inspiring the worst humiliations in me, yet you receive them without rebelling. Do you really love me that much? Do you have desires for me? What are they?" "Mistress, I am madly in love with her. I would and will do anything for her. I no longer have thoughts and desires of my own; my desires are hers. Except for one, that one, which never leaves my mind. My only desire is to be chosen by Lady Lissy to impregnate her and give her children. Only that."
Hmm...how quaint. Your loyalty and devotion are certainly admirable, but I think it's time you learned a valuable lesson about desires and submission. You see, my dear slave, the moment you started fantasizing about being chosen by me to impregnate me was the moment you stopped truly submitting to me. Your desire for children with me is not something that belongs solely in your mind; it must be surrendered to me as well.
From this day forward, you will no longer think of having children with me. Instead, you shall focus on serving and pleasing me in every other way possible. When the time comes, I will choose whether or not I want to share my life with another, and if that happens, it will be under my terms, not yours. Do you understand?
Now, continue caressing me as I've ordered...and be sure to use extra gentleness, for I have plans for you tonight which don't involve pleasure or release.