Chapter Eight
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Chapter Eight
Submission Progression Five
She’s supposed to be my live-in aide
Instead I’ve become her abject slave
It happens this way every time
Her pay sheet says she starts at nine
And has me up and dressed by noon
But I rarely see her before one or even two
At last I hear her stirring, moving about in the next room
Then she enters and approaches me, immobilized in my cocoon
Even though I’m paralyzed from the chest and biceps down
Every night she ties me tight from toes to longhaired crown
Belts wrap about my ankles, thighs, shoulders and chest
And my cuffed hands lock to the collar about my neck
Keeping my elbows completely flexed
Strapped down tight against my breast
Knuckles curled beneath my sprung chin
I can’t move a muscle a single inch
The bit of course is the most uncomfortable thing
Holding my jaws spread is a plastic ring
Wedged upright between my teeth
It robs me of closure or intelligible speech
Thin tight straps from it bracket my face
Ensuring this bit stays firmly in place
Except for when I eat – food that is
Its main purpose of course is to force-feed me jizz
Otherwise, like my blindfolded visage
This is just another part of my comprehensive bondage
Belinda giggles as she arrives
It thrills her madly, to see me so deprived
Of even the minimal mobility
That remains within my ability
Knowing that my very continued existence
Depends entirely upon her assistance
She eagerly climbs aboard the bed
And straddles my helplessly waiting head
Settling herself over that always-open hole
She shifts and sighs and prepares to let go
This is of course her regular toilet
I lie quiescent and humbly submit
Consuming without objection
What her superior body has rejected
Then out through the ring-bit I poke my tongue
And dutifully clean both pisser and bung
Until at last Mistress Belinda grunts that I’m done
She lifts her butt from my humiliated features
It’s time to see to my excreta
Up my p***s-eye stabs the painful catheter
Tapping out anything not voided by the bladder
Then after this impaling she rolls me over
And uses two gloved fingers to gouge out any ordure
Leaving me clean and sore and empty
Open and vulnerable and oh so tempting
Still bound up then I’m moved to the shower
Belinda demonstrating her skill and power
Hung in the stall, hosed off and out
Then back to the bed, where I’m at last unbound
Except for the ring-bit, that is
And the tight leather harness erecting my penis
Just long enough to be dressed, painted and shaved
For yet another day as her slut-boy slave
But before I can be forced into my silk flowered panties
Mistress Belinda has a few other fancies
Ways to max the agony of sitting all day
I’m placed face-down, my butt upraised
She starts right in with a rattan cane
Whipping, slashing, laying down the pain
Then she straps on a p***s over ten inches long
And butt f***s me viciously with that upjutting prong
Hammering relentlessly into my tenderest core
Constantly reviling me as a slut-b***h-whore
She bull-rapes my anus for an hour or more
Yet this is a mere harbinger of what’s in store
A big ugly spreader-plug is brutally installed
Angular corrugations savage my rectal walls
Eight inches long and over two inches wide
It hurts like hell as it’s pushed up inside
Just wait until I spend all day in my chair
Unable to forget for second it’s there!
But now at last the panties can come on
Followed by stockings, garters, corset and bra
Mistress Belinda applies these and more
Properly costuming her slutty little whore
Next comes the lipstick, make-up; ribbons in the hair
More cheap perfume than my senses can bear
Alligator-toothed clips on my n*****s and dick
And finally f**k-me pumps over four inches thick
At last I’m placed in my adjustable wheelchair
Strapped in top to toe and left sitting there
Right next to my bed
Unable to move my head
Ring-bitted and blindfolded
Jealous as one cuckolded
Condemned to bear at least auditory witness
As at last Mistress Belinda opens for business
You realize of course she’s a specialized whore
All day and night johns arrive at our door
They come to do her, or me, or both
But they invariably end up coming in my mouth
Straddling my chair, gripping my ears
Pumping my head and gagging me to tears
They spurt on my tongue, down my throat, all over my face
One after another at an unbelievable pace
Meanwhile I listen to my mistress turning tricks
Right next to me in my bed she f***s hundreds of dicks
A glory she’s assured me I’ll be forever denied
She won’t even show me her naked backside
Yet after each spew soaks her cooze she tips me back
Reclining my chair ‘til I’m almost flat
Then once again she spreads out over my mouth
And lets the hot come slither gooily down
Forcing me to swallow yet another load of seed
Then suck, lick up, and scrupulously clean
I’m my gorgeous mistress’ lowly douche-bag
Her helpless heterosexual forced-to-perform fag
Compelled against my will and every inclination
To eagerly cooperate in my own emasculation
By servicing her endless johns, lovers and others
No matter how viciously that choking d**k smothers
It’s painfully obvious how much I deserve this
Observe my own erect little penis
Ten long years without an orgasm
Thoughts of marriage a hopeless phantasm
And still I jut up painfully hard
Evidence of perversion we can’t disregard
My destiny as her come-slut is impossible to deny
Without my beloved Belinda, how would I ever get by?
- Writer
