Going Home
My chains rattled on hardwood between stretches of thick carpet runners. I staggered blindfolded down the labyrinthine halls of Corinna's mansion, limping from the ferocity of her last beating. Corinna's heavy breasted, coal black slave, a girl barely more than a teenager, dragged the show animal by its scrotum leash to yet another exhibition before a gathering of women. "Good, the parlor. Good, more women." My mouth watered in anticipation.
"May it please your supreme Graces." Slave dropped the leash, stepped back, and left me standing alone on the presentation stage, suspended for judgment in air thick with sex scent and pulsing with lust-pressured breathing. Feminine stares crawled over my skin. The women scrutinized the quality of the flesh, appraised the exactitude of the manly submission, and assessed the tension between the man-slave's furious need to eat cunt and its yearning to be controlled, denied, and starved. "Play with me."
I stood naked. No not naked, festooned, bejeweled in baubles and stigma fitting my rank and function: a glinting cock cage, a tightly strapped ball gag, a blindfold, leather shackles on my ankles, wrists, throat, and scrotum—a chain dangled from my balls. My arms were pinned at the elbows behind my back, and fresh welts from the slash of Corinna's rod adorned my body, overlaying maturing bruises from weeks of beatings. My conquered manhood was ostentatiously caged. What was not visible, but still flaunted, were the deeper wounds to my mind, persona, and soul. "Play with me."
I tasted the feminized air. "Good, the room is full of hot pussy. Let me eat. How many are there? Wait...what is that?" Deep within the animal thing I had become, a memory of hope stirred in the twisted wreck of what I once was. "That's her scent."
A laughing song broke the hush. "Her laugh. Gina save me. Mock. I don't care. Your amused scorn is meant to wound, but look at what I've become, why shouldn't you laugh? Gina, your laugh, your haughty contempt, will save me.
"I became this loathsome, contemptible, meek thing for you. Laugh. Gina, I adore the song of your laugh. Can I give your something more? Take it. Is there any remaining taint of the man I was still to be scrapped out? Scrape. Do you like the welts on my body? Give me more. Are you amused? Laugh. I crave your cutting laugh as I crave the whip. I am your dutiful slave. Please Gina, anything; I will do anything to please you. Laugh, but please take me home.
"The room is full of women. Some titter at the obscene display of this beaten man. One gasps in disgust. She cries, 'Oh, my. What have you done to him? Did you really have to go so far? I think I might be sick.'
"I know that voice. Shyanne is that you? Have these evil women taken you too? Or are you one of them? Shyanne my old friend, please don't remind of what I was. It hurts to remember that I was once a real man. You were my beautiful playmate in the easy life we shared. It was a life where I was in charge of you, our world, and myself. I had all the money I wanted, all the women I wanted. Why did I give that up? But of course it was all for Gina.
"Shyanne, my comrade, my only true friend, look what I have become. Did they have to show me to you? Is this just one more disgrace, one more blotting out of pride, one more disfigurement of the long gone man I was? What can you think of me now? Your memory of your friend is besmirched.
"I can summon a shameful sort of pride facing anonymous bitches as their obsequious slave, but did they have to bring you? But of course it is right. Flaunting my humiliation before my only friend is more shame, more justice. My ignominy should be displayed to the whole world that once thought me respectable. Well, no one thought me respectable, but I was enviable. I had all the toys guys dream of and all the trinkets of success. But this is too cruel. Shyanne, disgrace in your loving blue eyes cuts deeper than the whip.
"Another voice, I remember that voice. Is that my cunt of a boss? Is that Ashley? Please Gina, please, why did you bring her?"
Ashley cackled, "Shyanne darling, who are you to talk about going too far? Look at what you've done to Claudia. Yes, we had to go so far. Surely you remember what a conceited, unruly, and degenerate male he was. Besides, I like his new look, and I love his meek new attitude. Look at how agreeably sculpted his naked body is. All those manly muscles chained and bound should thrill any self-respecting woman. I find the whip marks becoming. It's all such sweet eye candy to the discriminating female eye.
"But best of all Corinna has taught him some manners, taught him a man's proper place and appropriate attitude toward his female superiors. He stands so quietly, so politely, his head deferentially bowed in the presence of women. That is so much better than the arrogant, overconfident huckster he was. He is bound tightly of course, but there is no sign of rebellion. He is more than just accepting. Corinna tells me Eric earnestly respects women, and he worships cunt. Let's see if Eric is enjoying being exposed for our perusal, naked and bound. Let's see if he truly loves his status as our slave. Corinna, have your girl release Eric's cock from its cage."
Corinna answered grudgingly, "Anna is this really your pleasure? Well, if you insist. Personally, I find the sight of cock nauseating, but the customer is always right. Slave, release its cock."
Slave knelt in front of me, ran her hands over my hips and fumbled with the buckles on the crotch harness that had tightly held my caged cock for months. She furtively kissed the front of my hip by the fold where my leg meets my crotch, then released my cock from its cage.
I didn't know if I was still capable of an erection. My cock had been caged and suppressed for so long I worried that it might not work anymore. I had been thankful for the cage because locked up in steel my cock was the only part of me spared from punishment, except for the occasional demand of Corinna that Slave renew the decorative bruise upon its head. That had been its only reason for release. Even then, because intense pain was sure to follow, I did not get an erection.
I feared that I might have become impotent. Corinna had teased me that a cock caged and denied too long would never get hard again. But she said I should be grateful, because a thoroughly tamed man's capacity for erection must be destroyed. Otherwise, he must be nullified, rendered cockless. I was supposed to be thankful for impotence or else my cock would have to be chopped off. She rhapsodized about the delight of cutting off the cock, but leaving the testicles intact to drive the man mad with frustrated desire.
