The Making of a Slave

A man gives himself completely to his new mistress, not knowing what 
that entails.

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He was filled with anticipation as he pulled into the driveway .  He 
checked the numbers on the house again to make sure that he was at 
the right place. They matched the ones on the directions that she 
had given him and he had carefully copied down, but it seemed like 
such a large house for a single woman.  

His mind went back to the phone call he had received from her three 
days ago. It had been two and a half weeks since he had first met 
her in that downtown club, and he had hardly been able to stop 
thinking about her since then. She wasn’t like most of the women he 
had fallen for. Before she had even said a word to him, the way she 
 carried herself and stared into him told him that SHE was always 
the one in control. She approached him, and she did all the talking 
and questioning. He didn’t remember himself asking her a question 
even once. But she had demanded his phone number before he left, 
and, after he had given it to her, had told him to wait for her 
call. It was all he had been able to concentrate on since then. He 
replayed his conversation with her over and over, remembering how 
she had asked him the most private and embarrassing questions about 
himself, everything from his second-grade teacher to his 
non-existent sex life. The part of the whole thing that haunted him 
the most was his response when she asked him if he realized that the 
true role of men was to serve and pleasure women. He still could not 
believe that he had said yes! To reveal this most secret of desires 
to her, a complete stranger, was simply unbelievable. He was 
convinced that it had been the wrong thing to say, that she had seen 
him as a pathetic weakling, that she had no intention of ever 
calling. By the time that she finally did call, three days ago, he 
was all but convinced that she had forgotten all about him. Yet he 
had not been able to forget her, and was ecstatic to hear her voice 
again, telling him when and where to meet her. 

So here he was, at her house, about to come face to face with her 
again. He took a deep breath, calming himself down as much as he 
could, and stepped out of his car. He walked up the sidewalk to her 
front door, and at the end of what seemed like a thousand steps, 
rang the doorbell. At first there  was nothing but silence. He 
waited anxiously, beginning to wonder if he really was at the right 
place. After a couple of minutes, he thought he heard the sound of 
high heels clicking against the floor, and the door was opened a 
moment later.  She stood there without a word, carefully looking him 
over. Finally, she motioned for him to come in.

He followed her down a long hallway, which turned and opened into a 
spacious living room. Again, she motioned to him, this time to sit 
down on a large leather sofa positioned next to the fireplace. He 
took the place she had indicated, and she sat down in a leather 
armchair opposite the sofa.

"Do you remember the discussion we had at the club?" she asked.

"I haven’t been able to forget it," was his reply.

"And why do you think that men exist?" she continued.

Before he could stop himself, his desire betrayed him, and he 
answered "Only to serve and pleasure women, to provide for them and 
entertain them, to care for their every need and whim."

She smiled, and was quiet for a moment. Then she said, "I’m glad you 
haven’t changed your mind on that since the last time we talked." He 
nodded no, and looked into her eyes, trying to read her emotions. He 
thought he saw a flash of enjoyment, but he really couldn’t be sure. 

She  continued, "There are so few men who realize their true place 
in the world. It’s refreshing to find one who does.

"I have been without a proper male slave for far too long. You seem 
to show promise. Have you ever served a woman as her slave before?"

"No," was the only answer he could manage. He could hardly believe 
himself! After years of having fantasies about submitting to a 
beautiful woman, it was beginning to look like he might finally have 
the chance to do so.

"I am willing to take you on as a slave. You will be properly 
trained in the art of female worship and servitude. You will give up 
your job and all your possessions. You will allow me to make any 
modifications to your behavior and body that I desire. If you agree 
to this, you are committed for life or until I decide to release 
you. If you do not agree to this, I will not contact you again and 
you will be forbidden from returning here. You will not be able to 
decide to quit after the process has begun, so it is important that 
you choose wisely now. You have five minutes to make your decision, 
beginning now." And with that, she got up and walked out of the 
room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors.

He was in a state of shock, and not at all sure how to answer the 
opportunity she was giving him. Although a life of servitude would 
be a dream come true, he simply could not imagine giving up his life 
as he knew it. What would it be like, to leave it all behind and 
become a servant to this woman? Could he really be happy in this 
kind of lifestyle? Could he live with himself if he gave up the 
chance to find out? Before he knew it he could hear her heels 
clicking, and she was sitting in the armchair, a hint of anxiousness 
on her face. 

As calmly as she could, she asked him, "What is your decision?"

And when he looked into her eyes, he knew what his answer was. "I 
would love to have the opportunity to serve you, Ma’am."

He thought he heard her let out a sigh of relief, but it was so 
slight that he couldn’t be sure. But he was sure that he saw a large 
smile pour across her face, a glimmer in her eye.

"Good. I am very glad that you have decided as you have. There are 
some arrangements that will need to be made, but I think we can 
begin the training process in the next few days," was her answer. 
She walked over to a large desk, opened the bottom drawer, and 
pulled out a small folder. She began to rummage through it, and 
finally pulled out some typed documents, as well as a couple of 
blank sheets of paper. She carried the  whole bundle over to the 
armchair, grabbing a pen from the desk on her way. She sat down and 
began to write on one of the blank sheets.

"Right now I’m making a list of the documents I will need from your 
files. I will also need your wallet, and keys. Your personal 
possessions will become my property, and I will dispose of them 
after the training process has begun. At the bottom of this list are 
some items that you will need to purchase and bring with you when 
you come back," she explained as she scribbled on a sheet, and then 
handed it to him. Even though she wasn’t watching, he nodded in 
agreement. She began to sort through the documents, and said, 
"Before you leave here tonight, you will sign a contract explaining 
the terms of this arrangement." Then she brought him the contract 
and her pen. He read it over briefly, signed it, and handed it back 
to her. She took it from his hand and sat back down in her armchair.

"You will be back here twenty-four hours from now, and you will hand 
over your keys and wallet then. Until then, you are free to do 
whatever you feel is needed to put your life in order. Do you have 
any questions?" she asked.

"No Ma’am," was his answer.

"Good," she said as she stood up. "Then you should go," she told him 
as she began to walk down the hallway. He followed her quickly and 
found himself at the front door. He opened it and began to walk out, 
but she stopped him half-way through the door. 

She put her hand over his on the door knob, and said, "I’ll see you 
tomorrow. And don’t forget those items on the list,"


The next evening, he pulled into her driveway again. But unlike the 
night before, he knew what to expect this time. He realized that he 
had agreed to devote his whole life to this woman, and he was 
looking forward to it. He had brought all of the items on her list, 
even the ones that seemed kind of strange, and pulled a box of files 
and a large shopping bag out of his car. He carried these items to 
the front door and rang the doorbell.

Like the night before, it was a couple of minutes before she 
answered the door. She motioned for him to come in and he did, with 
her closing the door behind him.

"You’re right on time. Were you able to find everything on my list?" 
she greeted him as she led him down the hallway, and in a different 
direction than the living room.

"Yes Ma’am, but I must admit I don’t understand what some of these 
items are for," he replied.

"Don’t worry, you will soon," was her answer as they entered a room 
as large as the living room, but decorated quite differently. This 
room appeared to be some sort of playroom. It was very plain and 
cold-looking. There was a rack on the far wall with all sorts of 
whips, toys, and unidentifiable objects hanging from it. Under this 
rack was a plain chest of drawers. There was a bed with metal 
bedposts in one corner, and some sort of cross propped against the 
wall across from it. Hooks secured to the ceiling added to the 
feeling. 

"This is to be your room from now on," she said to him. "You can put 
that stuff down anywhere," she told him, gesturing to the file box 
and the bag. He put them down in the middle of the floor, and she 
knelt down and looked through them, first going through the file 
box, and then the bag. She seemed satisfied, and stood up and looked 
at him. "Everything I need is here," she said to him. "Take off all 
your clothes and go sit on the bed," she calmly continued as she 
pulled items from the bag and organized them.

He had done well, she thought to herself as she sorted them. He had 
gotten everything on her list: an elastrator, a package of 
elastrator bands, bandage scissors, scalpels, and suture thread. He 
has to know that I’m going to do something to him, she thought 
wickedly, watching him remove the rest of his clothes and sit down 
on the bed. Then she went over to the chest, opened the top drawer, 
and pulled out four sets of handcuffs and set them on top. She dug 
around a little more, pulled out a chain of keys, set that next to 
the handcuffs, and closed the drawer. She picked up the keys and 
handcuffs and walked over to the bed. 

She stood in front of him, looking him over. He was in decent shape, 
but she would soon have him in good shape.

"Lie down on the bed," she commanded. He was eager to please her, 
and did so. She opened up two sets of handcuffs, and locked his feet 
to the bedposts. Then she opened the other two sets, and locked his 
hands to the remaining bedposts. She stood at the end of the bed, 
watching the look of surprise and uncertainty on his face. He 
watched the growing look of enjoyment on her face, and told himself 
that, whatever she had planned, it would be worth it to please her.

"Remember how our agreement says that I can make any modifications 
to your body that I wish?" she asked him in a soft, strong voice.

"Yes, Ma’am," was his response.

"I have had several male slaves, and I have found that, no matter 
how devoted or willing the slave is, males simply cannot perform as 
adequate slaves. They are too focused on sex. Let’s face it, if 
you’re thinking about your own wants and desires, you’re not 
thinking about mine, are you?"  she asked him.

"No Ma’am," was all he said.

"Fortunately, I have found a way to relieve male slaves of the 
burden of their own sexual desires. It has such an impact on male 
behavior that I think it’s best to do this before any servitude 
training at all is begun. It’s really a very simple procedure, and 
you’ll be able to see the effects of it in a few days. 

"All we have to do is get those nasty testicles off you, and then we 
will be able to begin your training once you have recovered," she 
told him as she walked back to where the items he had brought were 
laid out. She picked up the bag of elastrator bands and opened it 
up, pulling out one. Then she picked up the elastrator, put the band 
on it, and opened it.

She walked over to the bed with the armed elastrator, his eyes on 
her the whole time. She stopped at the edge of the bed, and said to 
him, "I’ve found that this is really the best way to do this. It’s 
non-invasive, it just cuts off the circulation to the testicles. 
They’ll go numb in a while, die in a matter of hours, and then 
they’ll fall off in about a week. Much easier than cutting the sac 
open and having to tie everything off! They say it can hurt for the 
first couple of hours, but once they go numb you’ll forget all about 
them."

His eyes were as big as dinner plates. He couldn’t believe what he 
was hearing! She was going to remove his balls, and there was 
nothing he could do about it!

She leaned over the bed, positioned the elastrator around his sac, 
and put the band on. Then she walked over to where the other items 
were, picked everything up, and placed it in the bottom drawer of 
the chest. She then walked out of the room, saying "I’ll be back 
soon to check on you," as she left.

She came back about half an hour later. His balls were a deep purple 
color, and he could definitely feel them beginning to die. They hurt 
like hell. He wasn’t screaming or talking, but tears were starting 
to run down his cheeks more and more frequently.

She asked what seemed to him like a stupid question, "How are you 
feeling?"

He gave her the obvious answer, "My testicles hurt, Ma’am."

"I know they do, but it will all be over soon. This really is the 
best thing for us," she told him as she patted him on the head. And 
she walked out.

After that, she came in and checked on him about every hour. It 
didn’t take much longer for his testicles to stop hurting, and after 
the first few hours she uncuffed him, said good night to him and 
went to bed. In the morning they were nice and black, and he said 
they didn’t hurt anymore. She allowed him to recover and adjust to 
the idea of being an eunuch until they finally dropped off, ten days 
later. And that was when she began to train him in the ways of 
female servitude.