Authors note: This is the third of many chapters in this work of pure fiction. The story contains depictions of illegal acts of blackmail and human slavery and is intended strictly for the erotic enjoyment of the reader. All Fictional Charters are adults over 18.
They call me Phallus -- Chapter 3
I felt I had little time to spare, I ran along the building and spotted door "B", my knees were buckling with fear and anticipation. A digital clock on the door read 7:59 AM.
Next to the door was a ticket slot. I waited for the clock to hit 8:00, and inserted the ticket. A drawer similar to a bank night depository opened. A note instructed me to deposit my car keys.
I surrendered my keys and rocked the lid closed. The door started buzzing so I pushed it open. It was like a superstore for Dominatrix's. I looked around and saw several areas that looked like stations of some sort.
Each section had a sign hanging above it, the ones I saw were "Intake", "piercing", "tattooing", "anal", "toilet services." The women working there were all in a uniform of an off-white latex dress, white lace-up boots and a matching leather collar around their necks.
My gaze was interrupted when a Mistress approached me. She was dressed in a blue leather corset, buckled up from her waist to her bulging breasts. A blue leather thong barely covering her shaved pussy, and matching spiked leather high heeled shoes. I quickly arched my back, spread my legs and presented my bare genitals to her.
"Good boy, I'm Mistress Indigo," she said.
She picked up a clipboard from an adjacent counter and asked,
"Slave Phallus 071"?
I nodded yes and she took a small remote control out of her pocket and pointed it at my genitals. I didn't see her actually push the button, but the rapid electrical spasm in my balls told me she had. I doubled over in pain and gasped for breath.
"YOU ARE TO ADDRESS ME AS MISTRESS!"
"SLAVES ANSWER YES OR NO MISTRESS."
I straightened up the best I could and blurted out,
"YES MISTRESS."
"GOOD," she said.
"I'm a Colleague of Mistress Ruby," she said.
"I take care of new slave indoctrination and processing, you won't be in bondage for now, but I must warn you, you must have yourself on full display and your ass and genitalia available to anyone. Hands are to be behind your head and back arched, you will receive punishment if you hesitate even for an instant," she said while showing off the remote control in her hand.
I straightened up the best I could, spread my legs and again presented my genitals to her. She took some sort of scanner off the counter and scanned something on the clipboard.
"Beep"
She was looking at her phone and stated,
"We have a complete day set up for you, Mistress Ruby has sent me a series of work orders, let's get to it, we have a lot to do."
She grabbed me roughly by the balls and led me to an area labeled "Slave Intake."
She yanked me up on some sort of scale and weighed me. A computer screen next to the scale indicated "173 pounds" She hit accept.
"Did you follow the rules about eating and drinking"?
"YES, Mistress."
"Ok, well let's see," she muttered as she scrolled down the display.
"When did you last eat?"
"About nine last night Mistress," I replied.
"When did you last drink anything?" She asked.
"With my nine o'clock meal Mistress," I again replied.
"Are you sure," she questioned.
"Yes, Mistress," I answered.
"You do know you will be severely punished if you lie to me, right," she lectured.
"Yes Mistress," I said somewhat puzzled.
"Well, let's check, shall we," she said with a chuckle.
She then took the head of my penis in her hand and pricked it with lancing tool. I jumped, but didn't say a word. She squeezed my swollen head until a large droplet of blood started to form.
She took a blood sugar monitor out of a small drawer, and dipped the tip in my blood drawing it up in a slit on the end. The meter beeped. Then it beeped again.
She looked at the read-out and proclaimed,
"Ninety one, good, we can do some fasting blood work on you today, good Slave."
"The sperm sample that Ruby extracted from you told us a lot about your medical history, but now we can run even more tests." She explained.
"When did you last urinate," she inquired.
I started to blush as I answered,
"Ten thirty, just when I went to bed, Mistress."
"You think you're embarrassed now, just wait, embarrassment and humiliation is now your new life." She said, then continued,
"Let's take a look, yes that's right," she said while checking a printout on the screen.
She told me that the device Mistress Ruby had put on my scrotum wasn't just for punishment, it was also a GPS unit and had a sensor that could record whenever I urinated, and could even detect the volume of the stream.
She explained,
"Mistress Ruby uses these devices as a means to keep her Clients honest."
As she continued, she told me that Mistress Ruby was in the top end cock business. She fills a need for very powerful women to release sexual tension without dealing with dating or any type of relationship. They'd pay her handsomely for services rendered by her male slaves.
These were women who have dealt with the glass ceiling syndrome all their lives and need to release their sexual anger toward men. Ruby charges them by the hour, how many times her slaves ejaculated and even could tell if they used a condom on her slave's penises.
"How many times did you masturbate yesterday' she surprisingly asked.
"Six, Mistress," I quipped sheepishly.
"That's right, but it looks like you only ejaculated five of those times," She said looking at the screen.
"Have you masturbated today yet," she asked knowing the answer.
"No Mistress, the instructions I received said I was not to touch myself unless commanded to do so," I explained.
"I was under the impression that my servitude started when I got out of bed this morning."
"Good Slave," Mistress Indigo said in a pleased voice.
"Later we can get a sample and check your daily sperm production, sperm is money to us and we know you have plenty."
"I suppose your bladder is quite full by now, isn't it," she inquired.
"Yes, very, Mistress," I said with a strained voice.
