Over time, Madam began to use work days to loan Mike out to serve one of her girlfriends. Madam required him to obey her friends as he would her and gave them full rein over him with the proviso that her property suffer no permanent damage. Ever the supreme organizer, Madam devised an evaluation that she asked each lady to fill out after Mike's visit. The evaluation form consisted of four sections:
Obedience -- Carries out commands and instructions completely and without hesitation
Service -- Skillful and effective in providing assigned services and completing related tasks
Subservient attitude and comportment -- Demonstrates servility and understanding of inferior place through speech, behavior, and posture
Overall evaluation of slave Mike's performance
The following rating scale appeared for each section: 1 = very good, 2 = acceptable, 3 = below standard, and 4 = unacceptable. At the end of the form there was space to indicate whether the Domina would like Mike to serve her again and any punishment she felt he had earned while serving her.
The first to take him was Gina, an older woman--Mike thought around 60--who was very strict with him. She lived in a nearby city about 2 hours away, so Madam let her have him for a long holiday weekend. Gina was petite, blond, and quite attractive. It was obvious that she spent a lot of time in the gym and watched her diet. She seemed to have a lot of experience with submissive males and was immediately comfortable taking charge.
Gina instructed Mike on her basic requirements, being addressed respectfully as Miss Gina, kneeling with head bowed as a default position, and automatically kneeling to kiss her feet whenever he entered her presence, or she entered the room he was in. She bluntly informed him that her biggest thrill was seeing a man slaving away for her, doing heavy work, breaking a sweat, and toiling for her. Most of Mike's time was spent doing housework, yardwork, washing and cleaning Gina's car, and doing a few odd chores. She trained him to serve her lunch and dinner, which she cooked. He prepared her breakfast and knelt at her side as she ate it. She prepared lunch but he was required to serve it.
The evenings were Mike's favorite time serving Miss Gina. After showering and washing off the day's sweat and dirt, he was required to strip down to his chastity cage and slave collar. He prepared and served her dinner. After washing the dishes and cleaning up in the kitchen, Miss Gina liked to relax in the den to read or watch the news on TV. She required Mike to kneel in the corner but facing her and ready to serve when needed. Usually, she wanted a long foot massage. She complimented Mike on his skill, attributing it to Ingrid's training.
After an hour or so, Miss Gina would announce that it was time for his review. She had him kneel before her, legs spread wide, and hands clasped behind his back. She wanted eye contact as she reviewed his performance for the day. When the long weekend was over, she returned Mike to Madam with a satisfactory evaluation on the form. She included a recommendation for a more intense conditioning program to improve his endurance for manual labor.
Madam then began loaning Mike to her friend Carol, known to him as Goddess Carol. In her mid-forties, she was single and really married to her work as a senior manager in a local company. She had beautiful red hair, a great body with a few extra pounds, and a very commanding personality. This was a woman who knew what she wanted, what she deserved, and how to get it.
Goddess Carol delighted in sexually teasing him and then denying him relief. She subjected Mike to repeated edging sessions accompanied by her verbal teasing and torment. The most pain he experienced was when she replaced his cage with a spiked version called Kali's Teeth. Wearing high heels, black seamed stockings and a garter belt, she performed a sultry dance in front of him as he knelt in the middle of her living room. The tease drove him wild with lust and he struggled to remain in the proper kneeling position he had been trained in. Goddess Carol only giggled as he moaned in pain from the spikes digging into his swollen cock. Then she picked up her crop and dragged it slowly across his chest and butt. The message was clear--keep still and take it or be punished.
On the third day of Mike's first stay with her, Goddess woke up and remembered the toy caged in her basement dungeon. A smile lit up her beautiful face as she recalled the great fun she had with him the night before. First, he had prepared and served a very nice meal of Thai curry, salad, and ice cream for dessert. Goddess had to admit he had a nice ass, which she ogled as he scurried about the kitchen. It was so pretty when reddened by a spanking or paddling. He did an adequate job of serving her at the table, following the lessons she had been teaching him. His posture was improving too, thanks to the posture collar she put on him, and several beatings with her favorite black wooden paddle. The crop lay on the table by her elbow to remind him to focus and avoid mistakes. Mike had learned the hard way that sometimes the Goddess's normal nonchalance was overtaken by a sudden bad temper.
Apart from his cooking, serving and cleaning skills, Goddess Carol had trained him how to properly worship the very center of her Femaleness--her divine pussy. And now, after dinner, she was ready for dessert, provided by the slave's talented tongue and much practiced ritual. Goddess always wanted and needed more than one orgasm, so she trained him to first lie on his back while she rode his face. Over time, he learned the rhythm she liked and she knew when to lift up just enough for him to get some air.
After riding him to ecstasy, Goddess dismounted. She walked over to sit in her throne chair and snapped her fingers twice. That was the signal that he was to commence the pussy worship ritual. As he crawled over to her, she teasingly spread her legs and let her black silk robe fall open. The beauty and scent of her aroused pussy turned him on even more. He slowly planted chaste kisses on her feet, and worked his way up to the top of her thighs. There he waited obediently for the command he knew would come. Her eagerness was palpable. "Tongue 1" she instructed almost in a whisper. This was the signal to slowly lick all around Her pussy lips without touching them. She groaned and sighed but grew impatient, sharply ordering "Tongue 2." Obediently, he made his tongue as straight and firm as he could, inserted it into her pussy and began a slow rhythm of tongue fucking. The Goddess writhed and moved her hips, letting him tongue fuck her in the slow and steady pace he had been taught. Then, for the finale, he heard the command: "Tongue 3." This was the signal to softly worship her clit with his tongue and lips. She had patiently trained him to give her pleasure in this most mysterious and magical part of the Goddess's body. Her climax came quickly and loudly. He licked her clean as she required and then went to kneel in the corner as he had been trained to do.
Following such arousal, the Goddess was often so worked up that she needed to torture and beat him to feel completely satisfied. After resting for a few minutes, she commanded him to go down to the dungeon and get dressed. He knew this meant donning his black latex gimp suit and hood. Waiting in his designated spot in the darkened basement room, he heard the click of her high heeled boots coming down the stairs. Eyes lowered, he awaited her permission to look up. She smiled down at him, aware of the awe she inspired in every submissive, dressed in her gorgeous black latex catsuit. Its shine gleamed in the dim light.
But Madam's friend Margaret was the one he dreaded being around the most. Margaret was a true sadist who enjoyed inflicting pain and seemed to have an unlimited imagination about how to make males suffer. Mike's first encounter with her was at one of Madam Ingrid's parties. Margaret took him downstairs to the dungeon and worked him over with a paddle followed by 12 cane strokes. After the party he noticed that she lingered and was in deep conversation with Madam. Had he not been kneeling in the corner with head bowed he would have seen their occasional glances in his direction.
The next day Madam told Mike that Miss Margaret wanted to speak with him. He was to call her that evening. Nervously, he dialed the number at the appointed time.
"Good evening, Miss Margaret, this is Madam Ingrid's slave Mike. Madam said that you wanted to speak with me."
"Hello, slave. You're right on time. Good!" she said with a smile in her voice. "Your owner has kindly agreed to let me train you as my pain slut. Ingrid is going to send you to live with me when she goes on vacation to Europe this summer. So, you'll be mine for a whole month. I told her I would like to start your training ahead of time. It took a bit of convincing, but she agreed to let you visit me on Wednesdays during the month before her vacation. Ingrid must really like the service you provide. She wouldn't part with you for a whole day. I'll only get you for 3 hours in the afternoon, but that should be enough to break you in."
