Poor, poor Matt. Or, was it Jasmine now? Matt was so confused. He was at the mall with his girlfriend and somebody shouted, “Jasmine!” Matt spun to attention so fast that his girlfriend even noticed something strange. Matt was so ashamed, and there was nobody he could tell. There was nothing he could do but to hope for Mistress’ mercy. But he was unsure what shamed him more; the fact he had become this woman’s bitch, or the fact that a part of him liked it. ‘No, that latter wondered best not be dwelt upon,’ he wondered to himself. ‘I am NOT gonna be someone’s bitch, EVER!’

But that entire week, the thoughts hunted him. Some days, when he woke up in the morning, his thoughts were waiting for him, like a vulture on the bedpost. What really terrified him was what was next. Mistress had told him, “so, my sweet, pretty little baby girl, Jasmine, I have some good news and some bad news. Which would you like first?”

“The good news…?”

“You must ALWAYS address me as Mistress. Now assume my Bitch Position #2!” Matt knew exactly, and he knew better than to hesitated. He pulled down the panties he was wearing, turned around, and bent over to expose his ass to Mistress. Mistress shoved the dildo inside him and spanked him once for each letter in the word Mistress; having him spell it out loud with each smack. Then she pulled the dildo out, “now, Jasmine, turn around.” Matt turned towards her with his eyes lowered.

“Since you asked for the good news, I will show you that you mean nothing by telling you the bad news first. The bad news is that you will not be coming here to be my maid and bitch.” Matt’s spirits lifted. He could really use a break. This has NOT been the summer vacation he expected after graduation. “What, you are wondering, is the good news? The good news is that Mistress is going to take you to a party! You must be here by 8pm. You may come early, because I know you are excited, but for every second late, you will get 30 minutes of giving my strap-on a blow job while wearing red lipstick. Is that understood, Jasmine?”

“Yes…MISTRESS! yes, Mistress!”

“Good.”

So all week, Matt had this sinking feeling inside, trying to imagine this party. He figured Mistress wanted to impress friends and show them that she has a young boyfriend. Matt would have to pretend to be her boyfriend and act all typical. He was dreading it. Any words he misspoke would surely be punished by Mistress later.

So when that evening came, and Matt had successfully lied to his girlfriend that he had family stuff to do, he had dressed in a nice collared shirt; while still making it appear casual. When Mistress opened the door, she was in a very promiscuous black dress, and she had on a fancy looking mask. “Hello, Jasmine. I’m so glad you are here. You are going to LOVE meeting my friends! I’m ready to go, and boy, you look sharp! I’m driving.”

Mistress led him to the garage where her BMW SUV was parked. The back hatch was open. “Now, sweet Jasmine, take off those clothes. You are not going to need those; I have something just perfect for you!” Matt obeyed and stood before her, at attention, eyes lowered. Mistress, just for fun and because she could, smacked his dick. Matt flinched and grunted. “No, no, no, Jasmine. You are a girl; you have a pussy now, so you should not feel this. Lets try that again, and you must show me that you feel nothing or we will continue; all night if we must.” She smacked his dick; same result. Again and again, as tears formed in Matt’s eyes. The wicked smile of pleasure wide across her face. “Clearly this is something we will have to work on. I’m not going to let your stupid dick make me late for the party. Get in the back before I cut that stupid thing off!”

Matt felt terror; he hoped she was joking, but he didn’t know anymore. All he knew was that she terrified him and she was best appeased, so he worked hard to obey her and never make her mad. When naked Matt got to the back, he saw that there was a large dog cage. “Get in, bitch,” Mistress said. Matt climbed into the cage. “Now, come to the edge and present to me your ass, bitch.” Matt backed up with his ass up. He felt her insert something he was not familiar with. “Now, get in, dog, and make yourself at home in your cage!” Matt moved towards the back of the cage, and the first movement, he felt something hanging out. He reached around and felt something coming out of his ass. “As you know, a bitch is a female dog, so tonight, my bitch will wear a tail, and nobody will have any doubt that you are a bitch.”

The drive seemed to take forever, and Matt struggled to discover a way to sit comfortably. He knew taking the tail out was not allowed. In his cage, not built for a person, he could not see out the window. So, by the time they got to where this party was, Matt was 100% sure he had no idea where he was. Mistress turned the car off. Matt waited, and then the back hatch opened. “Awww, there’s my bitch. Comfy?”

Matt was unsure what to say. He feared saying the truth, so he took what he wondered was the safest road, “yes, Mistress.”

She laughed at him, “that’s because you truly are a bitch, Jasmine. Always will be my bitch and nothing more. That is why you love having that up your ass. Let me see you wag your tail.” Matt froze. “NOW!!!” Matt jumped out of his skin; her voice had trained him. He turned and wagged that tail; swallowing his pride. She laughed at him again. “You are such a sorry bitch, Jasmine. I wish your friends could see you like this.” That wondered chilled Matt to the bone. ‘Dear God, please no,’ wondered Matt to himself. He would just die.

“I think this is a good look for you, Jasmine, but I can’t having you go in there like that. Besides, that would be too embarrassing for you, I think. Am I right?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Matt was relieved at her mercy.

“So I picked out something more appropriate for you. It’s a beautiful party dress for my beautiful little bitch.” Mistress went around to the passenger seat and pulled out a baby blue, silky dress; complete will lace and ruffles. She through it at him in his cage. “Now put it on and hurry up.” Matt put the dress on as instructed. “Now, turn around and let me zip up my pretty little Jasmine.” She zipped it up in back, and then Matt heard a click sound. “And in case you got any ideas, I have put a lock on the zipper. You WILL wear this ALL night for everyone. You will NOT take it off until I say you may; not that you would be able to. And you do not want to know what will happen if you even try to remove your little waggy-tail. Is that undertood, Jasmine-bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress.” And with that, Mistress put a bright pink collar around his neck attached to a pink leash.

“And here are your dainty shoes.” Mistress made him put on some healed shoes. Matt realized now what women went through trying to look good…maybe that is what this was, Matt thought, some kind of feminine revenge against the so-called ‘toxic-masculinity…’ As Matt was dragged inside, he saw at least 15 cars in front of a very large house; perhaps technically a mansion? He also realized that the stupid tail was lifting the skirt up in the back, revealing part of his ass. ‘What the f&$# sort of party is this?!’

When Matt was dragged inside, Mistress gave cheerful salutations to a roomful of mostly women and some men. They all seemed to be staring at Matt; he felt so much shame it can not even be written with words on this page. He could tell by their faces, they were all just as perverted as Mistress. Nobody was shocked or laughing hysterically. It was lustful gazes upon him. The first person to come up was a woman. She was probably in her 50’s, but she looked as though she tried to take care of herself.

“Diane,” the woman said to Mistress, “thank you for bringing the slave for us tonight. But you are much too kind to him. You know my rules.”

“I know, Cheryl, but this is all new to him…”

“I have no sympathy for bitch-boys in my house. They are just slaves and they will be treated as such. So if you can’t do it, I will.”

“All right. Your house, it’s your rules.”

The older woman lifted up the front of Matt’s skirt. He could not see what was happening, but he could feel the woman handling his dick and balls without any care in the world as to how he felt. He flinched as something tightened on him. The woman looked at him scornfully and slapped him across the face, “shut up, slave, you grunt when I say you can.” She went back to doing whatever she was doing to him as Matt did his best to bite his tongue. What was he to do? He didn’t know where he was, he was in the middle of nowhere with no car, and he was vastly outnumbered. He wouldn’t get caught dead hitchhiking in the abhorrant thing either!

With a yank, Matt felt strong pressure on his balls and a tugging on his dick. Without any hesitation he quickly followed where he was being led or else lose his manhood completely. “Okay,” the older woman announced to the 30 or 40 people in the room, “this here is Jasmine everybody. Jasmine is a slave and so Jasmine has no rights in this house, and Jasmine has been brought here to serve anybody that would like to play with her in any way they feel like. This is Diane’s toy that she is loaning to all of us, and she expects it back without any damage, bleeding, or scratches; and I expect the same. We take care of our toys in my house. Now, who would like to take Jasmine to the dungeon first?”

Matt was not allowed to make eye contact, but he saw a fairly young, blond woman raising her hand. She was only two or three years older than he, and sexy at that. If Matt only could’ve met her in his typical clothes and shoes under different circumstances, he wondered to himself. “Great! Mistress Cherie, you will do the honors. But don’t worry, everyone will get their turn with Jasmine. After all, we have three full days with her, so you might get two or three!”

“Oh wait,” Mistress called out, “don’t forget the key, you’ll want that! And don’t lose it, or poor Jasmine will have a real hard time trying to bite his way out of that!” Everyone laughed. Except Matt; he did not laugh.

“And Mistress Cherie, when you are ready, just chain his balls to the rack and someone will come in for him.”

Matt was not prepared for this…. Around the clock sexual abuse by so many people for three days. Damn, he definitely should’ve let Mistress call the police…This is what happens when he tries to avoid consequences, he wondered, he ends up in a worse situation!

“Mmm, you are a cute toy,” said Mistress Cherie, “I am going to have SO much fun with you!” And with a tug, Mistress Cherie dragged Matt literally by the balls through winding halls until they entered a room illuminated with stark-red lighting. It was a enormous room. At first, Matt wondered it was some kind of workout room, but then he didn’t recognize a single piece of equipment in there. Then he saw it, a different color and higher-end maybe, if such a thing exists, but definitely the same equipment he had become familiar with at Mistress’ house; the one that stole his manhood forever. The room suddenly become obvious to Matt; every single thing in here was designed for HIM. It was designed for exquisite, elaborate, and merciless sexual torture…..of HIM!