From my earlier story "Transition":
j crawled up the steps behind Goddess Veronica. She stepped through the door and j followed on his hands and knees. She turned and as the door closed and the lock clicked, a passerby could have heard her say, "Get those clothes off, crawl back to the dungeon and get on the table face down with your feet hanging off the table......"
To be continued...
The New Life
It was six months later. Goddess Veronica was very pleased with how things had gone since she and Mistress Alex had taken ownership of slave j. Things had settled into a nice routine. Slave j was usually working, being played with and slaving 5 or 6 days a week. He would be at Veronica's 2 or 3 days a week. He spent 1 day most weeks providing service at Mistress Alex's dungeon, and cleaning and serving at Alex and Gretchen's apartment. He was given to Veronica's neighbor Connie one day a week or so. Connie had taken to domming like a duck to water, and had started to do some selected sessions at Alex's if Alex invited her. She found she loved beating submissive men's cocks and balls at Alex's place.
Veronica and the other women were taking ever increasing control over j and breaking down his inhibitions. It was a kind of Stockholm syndrome, in which hostages or prisoners begin to identify with and become attached to their captors. Veronica was his sole source of food, and he was staying over her place more and more. She had discussed it with the women, and they understood they had to play some one person 'good cop, bad cop' with j to break him down psychologically and make him totally dependent on them over time. So he would be treated badly and severely by each of them at some times, and other times for no good reason would be treated nicely. They talked among themselves regularly and compared notes about j. Veronica believed she would have j completely broken and fully owned like a well trained pet by the time she had him for about a year.
He was now well marked and broken in. His diet had been restricted and he had dropped 30 pounds in the 6 months, and now was a trim and taut 160 pounds on a 6'1" frame.
His diet was restricted to a cup or so of oat cereal like Cheerios in the morning, with some skim milk and one slice of rye bread with water and often urine form the Goddess. For noon, he ate a can of soup and another slice of rye bread. Late afternoon or around dinner time he was fed or ate something like a can of beef stew, with a small can of green vegetables and a green salad. His meals were generally served cold, and he ate them without using his hands from big dog bowls on the floor. Around 9 or 10PM, he was given a 100 calorie container of diet flavored yogurt and another slice of rye bread before bed. He was allowed to keep raw carrots and celery handy at his home, and could eat as much of that as he wanted. At home, he was only allowed to drink water – no beverages with calories were allowed. He generally had to take all his drinks directly out toilets, leaning in and shlurping up the water like an animal lapping from a bowl. It made him extra careful in cleaning the toilets. He also took a multivitamin each day, 2 fish oil capsules, and a low dosage aspirin. His calories were limited to about 1300 a day to keep his weight down.
He was weighed twice daily in the nude and if he gained a pound, he was forced to fast and take a 5 mile fast hike in 55 minutes until he dropped below 160. He would be driven to a point 5 miles from Veronica's house or his, and would be given 55 minutes to walk back carrying by their handles 2 bleach bottles filled with water. The bottles were attached through their neck rings to his wrists by hand cuffs. Since he was being punished for weight gain, the walk back was in his bare feet, wearing only shorts, a tee shirt and his collar and CB3000. If it was going to rain that day, Veronica would make the walk be done in the rain, so he would be further humbled. It had only been necessary done twice in the six months once his weight was down. Until he gotten down to 160, it had been done weekly.
This regime would continue until she thought he had reached the right weight. Veronica thought she was going to cut him down even further. She though he would look even better in femme clothes at about 145 pounds, but hadn't started that yet. He had gotten used to being hungry most of the time, and she was going to decrease his rations to get him so thin he could look good in feminine clothes.
His ear lobes had been pierced, and he often was directed to wear chandelier earrings in public. They looked especially noticeable since he had been kept completely hairless since the contract was signed. He was required to shave his face and head daily by hand. Nair was used on his body about once every 2 weeks, and Veronica still shaved his head by hand once a week when she saw him just because she could as his owner.
During the summer, he had been tanned completely naked, so he was tan all over. As the days were growing short, tanning products would be used to keep his tan intact. He spent most of his time naked except for his collar. The big exception was at The Inkwell, where Chaney kept two French Maid outfits, one red and one white, which he had to wear when he was there. When he was there, he wore either a red or blonde short and sassy wig, and had color coordinated, ankle strap, high heels for his work. He would be wearing heavy make up, including blue or green eyeliner and bright red lipstick, false eyelashes and heavy mascara. His eyebrows were also shaved, so he had been taught to draw eyebrows onto his face with makeup pencils. They looked really slutty.
Since he had been taught how to apply makeup, and travelled on busses and subways looking like a skinhead whore, people on the bus would look at him and smirk or laugh. They usually thought he was a gay sissy boy. On days he worked at The Inkwell or Alex's, he would report to Veronica's in the morning, and would be sent off on busses to get there, carrying only his driver's license and transit pass and debit card and a couple of little business cards. They kept 2 other French maid Outfits at Alex's place, one white and one black. He wore a blue wig with the white one, and a platinum blonde wig with the black costume.
He had not touched any cash in six months. As he travelled, he would have on his collar, a 'slave' tee shirt, a CB3000, shorts, and flip flops and his makeup and chandelier earrings. He had gotten used to the stares of other passengers at his bizarre whorish appearance, and ignored them. If other female passengers insisted on asking him what he was doing, he was required to politely give them one of the little cards. It said he was Goddess Veronica's property and slave, and that if the lady wanted it, he would kneel and kiss her shoes. It also gave a phone number and said if a woman given the card wanted to be served by the slave, call the number to speak with Veronica. He had given out 3 cards, but none of the women he gave them to had ever called.
Chaney Skillington, the tattoo artist who had marked j up on the day he signed his slave contract, found she like having j serve as a cleaning and house boy at The Inkwell.
At work in his French maid outfits at The Inkwell or Alex's dungeon, he was naked under his short little skirt, but sometimes wore his CB3000 while at work. When a woman customer would come in at The Inkwell, he would have to greet her, offer water or coffee, and kneel. Chaney would then tell the customer that if she wanted it, j would kiss the customer's feet. They all laughed, and most usually agreed. After that was done, he would be put on his knees, ass in the air. His skirt would be flipped up and Chaney or Skeeter would give him 25 cane strokes, and the customer would be allowed to do so also. The women all found it pretty amusing.
He was also required to be available to give a blow job with a rubber to the male tattoo artists if they wanted it. Most of them had him blow them on days he was there.
At the dungeon, he would clean, do laundry and wait on the dommes, and be sent out to run errands such as picking up food. He would also be used to give blindfolded blow jobs with a rubber to the sub clients at Alex's if they wanted to be finished that way. Many did – he had sucked a lot of cock in the six months.
Two more tattoos had been added to j at Chaney's suggestion. A four inch Chinese symbol for concubine slave had been tattooed on his lower back above his 'slave' tramp stamp so it would show above shorts if he was shirtless. And the words 'Slut' and 'Hole' had been tattooed in a circle around his asshole, so when he knelt with his ass in the air, the label around his sluthole could be read from behind him. All his tattoos had healed and settled in nicely and the women liked seeing him marked so clearly as a slave. They especially liked how his cock read 'slave' hanging down when he was out of the CB3000, and they loved seeing the 'woman' symbol on his cock head.
All of his women owners and users had keys to his home, and they were free to stop in and inspect any time they wanted. They sometimes would pop in when he wasn't there and check to make sure he had no contraband food or other items. Chaney, Alex and Connie also had keys to his collar and CB3000, so they could set him up anyway they liked.
They wanted to restrict his activities when not working or at one of their places, so they had removed all his TVs from his house, as well as all of his computer and smart phone stuff. They had kept some of it, and given some away to their friends. He was completely cut off from on line worlds, and had a very basic landline in his house with a very basic and old fashioned answering machine. He hard largely disappeared from his old circles, so no one ever called. Other than the land line, he only had the very simple cell phone Veronica had given to him, and he was only allowed to use it to communicate with the 4 women. Veronica cleverly understood that by making his home lonely and boring, he would welcome being in the presence of the women and staying at Veronica's overnight.
He had spent this day at Mistress Alex's dungeon cleaning and serving the dommes there. He was going to be kept overnight at Veronica's after returning from there on the bus. Upon returning, he prepared her dinner and served it to her. While she watched TV and texted and surfed the net, he washed up the dishes and cleaned the kitchen sink.
