Initially, these responsibilities seemed within reach, until the moment arrived when she revealed the uniform I would be donning while carrying out my tasks.
A sturdy metal collar snugly encircled my neck, its weight a constant reminder of my status. From the front of the collar a light but strong chain cascaded down, connecting to a pair of shackles at chest height that secured my wrists with barely a foot of room between them, while another set similarly awaited my ankles and all served to severely restrict my freedom of movement. It was immediately apparent that even the simplest of tasks would demand my full attention and effort.
Once my shackles were securely fastened, Anna settled herself in the living room with her laptop, while I, having brought her a steaming hot drink, was set in motion about my chores with a playful swat to the ass. From time to the sound of a faint jingling bell would reach my ears and although hindered by my restraints I would scurry back to her in a pseudo-Pavlovian from wherever I was in the house to fetch her a drink or pass some item she wanted from across the room. On occasion, I would arrive at her side, only for her to claim to have “completely forgotten” her request, and I began to suspect that she derived pleasure from the symphony of my clanking chains.
When finally, my chores were done I returned to her side once more and was ordered onto all fours to serve as a footstool while Anna relaxed playing a videogame; I couldn’t see the screen but quickly got a sense for her progress as every time she died, I would receive a whack from a long riding crop I hadn’t noticed before delivered to some part of my anatomy (typically the very exposed and tender parts). I wasn’t called upon to cook that night but rather continued to hold my ‘footstool’ position as Anna went into the kitchen, made her own meal and set it down on the adjacent dining table.
“Oh my, how silly of me!” she exclaimed as she sat down, as if having forgotten my presence, and after disappearing back into the kitchen returned and beckoned me over to the table with an instruction to remain on the floor. By her feet I saw a shiny silver bowl with spaghetti and tomato sauce and realised she intended for me to eat from it. Suppressing the urge to resist, I lowered my face into the bowl and began to eat probably the most humiliating meal of my life.
“You know, I didn’t actually say you couldn’t use your hands” Anna said with barely disguised amusement “but since you’ve taken to it so naturally, I think that’s an excellent idea- consider eating like this a new rule unless told otherwise”.
***
As the night descended, it was time for bed. I assisted Goddess Anna with her night time rituals, ensuring her comfort before she gently guided me into the confining embrace of the cage. She assured me that I’d done very well and I was filled with a warm glow as she gave me a peck on the forehead, but explained that she felt it best I start getting used to the normal parts of life here. The cramped quarters posed a challenge, but gradually I found a sense of peace enveloping me and I was able to drift off. As sleep gradually washed over me, my mind wandered, envisioning the possibilities that lay ahead in the coming days. In the midst of my drowsy state, I became vaguely aware of a distant buzzing sound and soft moans emanating from Goddess Anna’s bed, a reminder of the intimate pleasures she indulged in.
I awoke the next morning to a sharp stinging sensation around my balls. It was 7am and the shock unit- Goddess Anna’s idea of a suitable ‘alarm clock’ for her slave- was painfully prodding me awake and wouldn’t relent until it detected me cross the electronic boundary of my surprisingly comfortable cage that served as both bed and bedroom. I quickly showered and ate- from the bowl on the floor as per the new rule I’d unintentionally earned myself- before returning to Anna with her breakfast. To my surprise she was already awake and, on the phone, having what sounded like a heated discussion but she smiled as I entered and offered the tray to her before taking my place beside her bed.
“I’m sorry sweetie” she said when the call finally ended “I’m being called into work so I’ll have to leave you on alone for a while. No slaves in the office”.
“I understand Goddess, I nothing’s the matter?” I said, hoping I’d disguised my disappointment well enough.
“It’ll be fine. It’s just a meeting and they know I’m supposed to be off this week so I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
She showered alone after eating, not wanting to be delayed, but allowed me to kneel with her towel beside the cubicle and help dry her off afterwards; my chastity cage began to bounce as seeing her naked body made me acutely aware of how horny I was. This was something Goddess Anna seemed to notice as well and couldn’t help but play with my caged cock a little, stroking the bars and commenting on how cute it looked desperately trying to get hard and even poking her tongue through for a taste of the precum that had begun to leak out. Although though I’d lasted far longer in the past the intensity of the past few days made it feel like years since I’d been allowed to cum. I wondered how the men who lived here coped; if even half the stories I’d heard were true orgasms were a rare occurrence for men in Berlin.
Releases were only given with the permission of a wife/girlfriend or owner, a distinction without a difference nowadays, so if you were single there was no chance whatsoever, but even with an owner the chances were low. Anna had even told me that the advances made in chastity technology meant that even the most basic cages used could stay locked more or less indefinitely, and about a ‘sealing’ party she’d attended once where women brought their slaves onto a stage and had them stand sobbing while their chastity cages were made permanent.
“Maybe I’ll bring you along to one of those someday…” she’d teased- at least, I hoped it was just teasing.
Once again however the severity of my impending choice hit me. When I’d relinquished control of my orgasms to her, Anna had spoken with relish about how she’d push me and she certainly had. But by becoming her slave that control wouldn’t just a role I’d submit to, it would be legally binding, and even if she never made my denial permanent, I could easily spend years locked and frustrated for her. Just the thought that frightened me as much as it turned me on, and frightened me just how much it turned me on.
‘Fuuuck´ I thought to myself, barely containing the electrifying chill that ran down my spine as Anna’s tongue played through the bars and all of this ran through my head. As I watched her delight in my torment however, I knew that as hard as it may be all I ever wanted to do for the rest of my life was whatever she wanted.
An hour later she left the house and chastised me playfully for being ‘so fun to play with’ and making her late. With little to do other than wait for her to return I started about my chores again, occasionally feeling another sharp pain from the shock unit Goddess Anna had left strapped around my balls so she could show she was ‘thinking of me’ while she was away. With the chains hindering my every movement it took most of the day to finish everything. At midday I made lunch, again eaten from the bowl, and was just beginning to get bored when there was a sudden rapping at the door.
“Slave inspection!” called a voice from outside. I wasn’t sure if there was such a thing, not that it would have surprised me, but didn’t consider myself in a position to be taking chances and apprehensively opened the door with my head bowed submissively.
It was Lea.
Chapter Six
“My, you are a good boy.” She didn’t bother waiting to be asked and stepped inside.
“Anna sent me over to check on you, didn’t like the thought of you being here by yourself.”
So, it was a slave inspection, technically, just maybe not the official kind I’d been worried about.
“Thank-you, ah…”
“You can call me Miss. Anna is your Goddess but I’m still your superior.”
“Yes Miss. Thank-you for checking on me.”
“It’s no bother, slave. Anna is a dear friend and seems rather smitten with you, so I’m glad for the opportunity to get a good look for myself. Slave position one.”
I momentarily battled the urge to disregard Lea’s command. Was I expected to obey her as well? I quickly remembered Anna’s warning to me the first day however, to obey any orders as long as they don’t contradict her own. Such was the reality of the City, where my status as Anna’s slave epitomized the social hierarchy assigned to men—lower than low. Yielding to the submissive impulse, I sank down to the floor and assumed the customary slave position: seated on my feet, legs spread, and hands resting on my knees.
“Good.” She said and rested the toe of her boot on my exposed balls and pressing down slightly, eliciting a small ‘yelp’ from me, “I want to make sure you’re paying attention. How has your experience of Berlin been so far?”
“Intimidating, Miss. I’ve always been submissive but… to see it so readily enforced is odd.”
“Do you disagree with the way men are treated here then slave? Don’t worry you can speak freely.”
“Thank-you Miss. It’s certainly extreme but, it seems to have worked. The rest of the world is chaos but here people flourished, and I can’t argue with results.”
“Do you think you could live here then? Fantasising about slavery, playing a bedroom game or even submitting to it as the dynamic of a relationship is one thing. Here it won’t just be your lifestyle- it will be your life, with no turning back.
“I…”
“Make no mistake, Anna and I and the other girls in our group don’t want slaves who come willingly because we’re kind- if anything we may be even crueller sadists than the women who enslave the men here without choice. We want you to know when you’re being teased to insanity because haven’t cum or even been hard in years, or when you’re being tortured- and trust me you will be- that they chose this.”
Anything I might have said was caught in my throat. I knew what I was signing up for but for her to state it so frankly was difficult to hear and I felt a flare of panic alight within me.
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