I get an inquiry through alt that someone is interested in finding out if I am a real sub/slave.  I respond that I desperately want to be.  They tell me that if we meet, and things progress to a certain point, there will be no return and no limits.  I am a bit scared, but know that this is what I really want.  I agree to meet.  I find out that this is a club of women, whose husbands are nothing but cuckolds whose only purpose is financial and a few other slave duties.  But they have many other slaves, both male and female, that do most of the work and provide most of their entertainment.

They have a very large cabin that is in a very remote location.  It must be on thousands of acres with nothing within miles.  Once you are there as a slave, you never leave.  But first, I must be tested, then trained, then they will decide if they want me.  If not, I will be tossed along the side of a road somewhere.  But I desparately want to earn a place as one of their ultimate slaves.

The first step - I am taken to a local house, told to strip, and my clothes are tossed in the garbage.  All hair is removed from my body, even my head.  One of their beautiful female slaves is brought in.  She looks very tired, and I am told that she has just spent 3 hours with a fucking machine that has caused her to cum more times than anyone could count.  I have 5 minutes to make her cum once more using only my tongue.  As I look at the one giving the orders, she reminds me that the clock has already started.  I instantly begin to lick her sweaty, cum soaked pussy, and try to concentrate on her clit.  In a short time, my tongue becomes tired because I am working on her so fast and furious.  The time is called off at one minute, two minutes, three minutes, four minutes, then she starts to spasm and goes into an orgasm.  I am relieved, but continue to make sure she follows through.  I don't want to fail the first test.  My Mistress looks at me and compliments me on a good first test.  As the slave gets up to leave, she leans over and gets close to my ear and whispers, "I like you so I faked it.  Don't tell or I will be severely punished."

The next part of my test - a male slave is brought in.  I am told that his cock is raw from jacking off 6 times, the last 2 being dry orgasms.  I have 5 minutes to suck him off and make him cum.  This is going to be impossible.  I take his cock into my mouth.  It is still soft.  I try to use my tongue in a very gentle way because I know his cock is sore.  I keep it very wet.  It slowly starts to harden.  I pump my lips up and down his shaft.  I use my tongue in the tiny hole on the end.  This seems to excite him.  I hope that I have hit on the right thing to turn him on.  Three minutes have passed, but I feel him start to pump and his cock is hard.  I pump my lips fast and furious, using my tongue to swirl around his cock, going back to the hole on the tip.  Four minutes is called out.  He tenses and I can feel some cum from his cock.  I know this isn't fake.  They tell me to keep any cum on my tongue and show them.  I do, and I passed.

They tell me I will continue.  By now, of course, my own cock is hard and aching for relief.  I am told that this must be controlled before the next part.  Mistress has some light rope and ties it around my cock and balls, pulls it uncomfortably tight, and ties a knot.  Then she wraps it around my balls in a figure 8 to separate them, pulls it very tight again and ties it under my balls.  My cock is very hard and my balls are protruding to the side.  I am then handed what looks like a very small and very firm panty girdle.  It also has a hole in it which I will find out lines up with my asshole so that it is still available.  I am told to put this on, and tuck my cock between my legs.  As I put it on, and try to push my cock between my legs, it is still very stiff and doesn't want to cooperate.  The panty girdle is on but my cock doesn't want to bend down.  Mistress says she will help as reaches down and forces my cock back up between my balls until it is against the skin behind my balls.  It is very painful and feels like it will break off.  She pulls the panty girdle up tight.  I am then handed another panty girdle that is even smaller and tighter and told to put it on.  My balls and cock are crushed between my legs.  I can feel the air on my asshole and realize that it is open and vulnerable.  To make sure my cock tries to stay hard while being crushed, she hands me a double dose of full strength Viagra and I am ordered to swallow them.

I am told to bend over and a fair sized butt plug is shoved into my ass.  As I am trying to adjust to the burning pain of its size, I am told to put my legs together.  As I try, my balls and cock are crushed even more.  Mistress produces a rope and ties my thighs tightly together and tells me I have to get used to having my legs together.  This is agony, but I desperately want to comply.  I have this burning desire to serve others completely for their pleasure, not mine.  I am handed a skirt that goes about halfway to my knees but is very tight, and told to put it on.  It just barely comes down past the rope holding my thighs together.  Next, Mistress has one of her slaves come to me with a temporary tattoo.  It is placed on my chest just above and between my nipples.  It reads,"Torture and fuck this slut."  I am then given a tie top that makes this tattoo plainly visible.  They complete the outfit with a blonde wig, some makeup that is very heavy but put on quick so that I look like a cheap whore, and heels.  It is also obvious that I am a male made up to look like a cheap whore. 

I am then told that they are going to take me to their friend's club where I will comply with any request that is made of me.  My Mistress and her slave escort me inside a large and private club.  There must be a hundred people there.  I am immediately taken to a stage and presented to everyone.  Mistress announces that I am a slave in training, and can be used anyway they want as long as they don’t free my cock restraints.  I am presented very matter of factly.  She points out the dildo in my ass which can be removed if they want to use it.  My mouth is available for anything they want.  She then hikes my skirt and removes the rope from my thighs telling everyone that they have served their purpose.  As she pulls my skirt back down, and it holds my legs together, little if any pressure is relieved.  She tells me that if I am lucky, I will get a break by being able to spread my legs when they fuck my ass.  As she leaves me on the stage and walks toward the door, she tells them to have fun with me and she will return later.  I wonder who these people are, and what will they do to me.  I soon find out.

Two men approach me and tie my hands behind me, telling me that I won’t need them.  Then they literally rip my top off and point out to everyone the instruction printed on the front of me and say that instructions must be followed.  A woman approaches and I notice that she has some nasty looking clamps in her hands.  The clamps have teeth like alligator clips but are bigger and heavier.  She grabs my right nipple, pulls, twists, pinches, and tortures it until it quickly becomes very sore.  It has also gotten hard.  Then, showing everyone the clamp in her hand, she attaches it and lets it snap shut.  I scream from the pain.  She looks around and asks if someone will shut me up.  Someone approaches with some men’s jockey shorts that are dirty, apparently soaked with piss, and generally raunchy.  They are stuffed in my mouth until my mouth is packed full.  Duct tape is put over it, silencing me.  She then starts to work on my left nipple.  She twists, pulls, pinches, and even bites on it to make it as sore as possible.  Then the other clamp is left to snap shut on that one.  I try to scream but can only make a muffled groan.  People clap and cheer.  These clamps are excruciating.

I am pushed to my knees and approached by a big, but well groomed black man.  He unfastens his pants and announces to everyone that my initiation is going to begin.  He pulls a cock out of his pants that has to be at least 12 inches long and as big around as my wrist.  He pulls the duct tape from my mouth.  He orders a female slave to pull those filthy rags from my mouth and clean my mouth to accept his cock.  After she pulls the shorts from my mouth, she kisses me and uses her tongue to clean my mouth.  About the time I am think that this isn’t too bad, she pulls away and then uses a bar of soap on the inside of my mouth.  It is awful.  Pieces of the soap stick in my teeth.  After a thorough cleaning of my mouth with the soap, she again kisses me and licks the inside clean.  There is still the awful taste of the soap, but the man says that my mouth is now clean enough for his cock.  I can’t imagine how he is going to get it in my mouth, but know he probably will.  As he brings his cock to my mouth and I stretch to try to take it in.  He reminds me that if he feels my teeth, they will rip every tooth from my mouth.  As my mouth is stretched by his cock, I make sure that my lips are covering my teeth.  My jaws feel like they are going to be torn apart.  Just the head of his cock fills my mouth.  He moans with pleasure as he grabs the back of my head and begins to slowly pump his cock in and out, going just a little bit deeper with each stroke.  He is pressing hard against the back of my throat.  My gag reflex kicks in, but his huge cock won’t let me react.  He pulls my head forward and tips it back, straightening out my throat, and makes a strong push as his cock enters my throat.  I can’t breathe.  He pumps his cock deeper and deeper into my throat as he moans in pleasure.  Just about the time I feel I may black out, he pulls out just enough that I can gasp for air.  But after a couple of breaths, he rams it back down my throat even deeper.  I can do nothing but try to keep my teeth off of his cock and try to relax as he fucks my mouth and throat.  Suddenly I realize that my nose is beginning to touch his hair just above his cock and that he must have it entirely down my throat.  I am about to black out again when he pulls it out.  I get 3 or 4 good deep breaths.  He tells me that I am going to have to do better than that.  He begins a rhythm of pushing his cock all the way down my throat and pulling out just before I black out.  He pushes one more time deeper than ever and holds it.  He must be cumming because I can feel him pulsating.  But the cum is so deep down my throat that I can’t even tell it is there.  He keeps it there longer than ever before.  He is still pulsating and must be pumping a huge load of cum into me.  Then I actually begin to feel a fullness in my stomach.  I must have blacked out momentarily as I now realize that I am gasping for air as he is slowly pulling his cock from my mouth.  A long string of cum connects from my mouth to his cock.  He orders to me to lick it off.  Everyone cheers.

He tells me that this is just the beginning.  Later, after he gets a good load built up again, I will find out what it is like to get it up my ass.  I am terrified!  Others follow to use my mouth.  They are lined up.  Both men and women.  I suck cock after cock, and pussy after pussy.  Some have obviously been fucked and are full of cum.  A couple of them are in their monthly period and I have to lick them clean of their discharge.  A few of the men decide they will piss in my mouth and I have to drink it.  I also have to drink piss from some women.  Finally, they tell me that it is time to use my other end.  But before that, they decide to remove the nipple clamps.  I have almost gotten use to them as my nipples have become numb.  First one is removed.  The pain is the most intense I have ever felt and I scream.  They stuff my mouth again with some filthy jockey shorts and women’s panties, and then I get the duct tape again, but this time they wrap it around my head.  It is here to stay for a while.  They remove the other clamp.  I feel that I may black out again, but before I know it, smelling salts are waved under my nose.  I can get no relief, even from a short blackout.

They lead me to a bench that is about 12 inches wide.  I am bent over it.  My hands are untied from behind me and tied to the legs of the bench.  My skirt is pulled up and my legs are spread apart and tied to the other legs of the bench.  The butt plug is removed and they comment that although is was nice of my Mistress to get me ready, they want my asshole to tighten up for a bit so that they can hurt me more.  Someone approaches with the nipple clamps in their hands.  My nipples are just off the edge of the bench.  They reach under, pull down hard on my tender nipple, and let it snap shut again.  I wonder how I can endure this pain, but I am determined.  After a minute or two, they pull the other one and let the clamp snap shut on that one.  They attach some weights, must be at least a pound or so.  The added weight makes them squeeze that much tighter as they also pull down.  I can only let out muffled groans.  Then comes something completely unexpected.  I feel a whip hit the back of my legs.  It must be a leather strap.  It hits again and again.  They whip the back of my thighs, then the tender inside of my thighs.  I must get 50 or maybe even 100 hits.  The burning pain is unbearable but I have no choice. 

Then I feel what must be a strapon against my asshole.  Fortunately it is lubed as they push until it pops into my asshole.  There is that burning pain that feels like I will split apart, but it only blends in with the pain from my nipples and my legs.  I hear them cheering the person on to fuck me hard and good.  They pull out only to be immediately replaced with what seems like a real cock.  They fuck my ass rough and hard until I can tell that they have cum in my ass.  As they fuck my ass, it also makes the weights swing which pull and dig into my nipples even more.  Then another and another.  The pain and soreness of my asshole is only another pain in the vast sea of pain that I feel.  Then the black man walks around in front of me and asks if I remember this as he shows me his huge, hard, and black cock.  He continues walking and I feel what must be his cock against my asshole.  My hole may be stretched and very wet with cum, but I can’t imagine it being ready for this.  As he pushes his cock against my asshole he pulls my cheeks apart as far as he can.  He pushes harder.  It feels like a ball bat.  Then I feel it pop inside.  He must be ripping my ass apart.  I hear his moans of pleasure again.  I can tell that his cock is going deeper and deeper into me.  I feel cramps as he must be stretching me inside.  Incredibly enough I feel the hair at the base of his cock against my ass and know that this huge cock is entirely inside of me.  My nipples hurt, my legs hurt, my asshole hurts, and I am cramping inside.  My cock and balls have a little relief due to the fact that my legs are spread, but the Viagra is doing its part and causing my cock to strain even more to get hard.  He doesn’t care.  I can tell that he is just enjoying me.  And that is what I want.  To serve, and be used only by others for only their pleasure.  As he begins to fuck me with his strokes in and out, he comments to others that he has waited a long time for this and plans to use me for as long as it takes to fulfill his pleasure.  My mind is leaving me.  It is like I am in an out of body experience.  He fucks me on and on, but I become accustomed to the pain and just endure, lost in the fact that I am bringing pleasure to someone else. 

I can feel him tense up while he pumps his load of cum into me.  The cramps intensify.  I should also mention that my bladder has become full and is also aching for relief, but there is no way I can piss.   But he is not done.  He relaxes for only a moment, but stays inside me, then starts to fuck me again and before long I can tell he is dumping another load of cum into me.  I don’t even try to keep track of how long he fucks my ass and how many times he cums.  But he is still going strong when I hear my Mistress’ voice.  She sees what is happening and congratulates everyone on getting full use of me.  She is especially happy to see that Big John is being satisfied.  She said she knows that it is so seldom that he gets a chance to really get a good fuck because no one can accommodate him unless they are forced.  He mentions that once in a while he fucks one of the female slaves, but it rips her apart so bad that it is usually a couple of weeks before her pussy is of any use to anyone else.  He said that on a couple of occasions, he has torn pussy muscles so much that they never recover.  The slave has only a large gaping hole for a pussy that isn’t enjoyable for anyone.  She is only marginally useful for anything else and usually has to just be discarded.  I have no idea what that means, but hope I don’t end up the same way.

My Mistress asks if everyone has been well served by me and they respond with most certainly.  She said that she likes the look of the welts on my legs except that they could have even gone further and made permanent marks and scars if that had wanted.  Someone told her that they didn’t want to do too much damage to me and make me useless to her.   She said that was just as well because she had a special opening for me on her staff.   She asked someone to throw me in the back of her truck and she will take me back.  They remove the clamps, untie me, and one of the slaves throws me over his shoulder and carries me out, and dumps me in the back of a pickup truck.  I want to just sleep until I recover.  However, sleeping is impossible when you are being bounced around in the back of a pickup truck.  I am also getting severe cramps in my bladder as I bounce around, but can’t piss because my cock is crushed and held shut by the panty girdles that I still have on.

It’s a long drive, but I realize that she is taking me to the remote cabin.  I think I may have made the grade to become a permanent slave, but I wonder what the special position is that she mentioned.  When we arrive, she instructs a couple of slaves to clean me up and bring me to her for my assignment.  They ask if they should remove my girdles but she says no.  They are to hose me off with cold water, dry me, and bring me to the presentation room.  She wants to see me before my cock and balls are freed.  So they haul me out of the truck, and start to hose me off with the coldest water I have ever felt.  I am afraid that my bladder is going to break and I am doubled over in pain from the cramps as they hose me off thoroughly.  They dry me and put me in a golf cart for delivery to the presentation room.  I am put in the middle of the room, and shortly after, Mistress appears with a staff of 4 slaves.  She says I have done very well.  But I must learn to ignore my own pain so that I can still be of service to others.  I am doubled over in pain on the floor.  She orders me to sit up.  I can barely sit.  In order to do so, I must bring my knees to my chest because of the pain in my bladder, but that puts most of my weight on my ass which is extremely sore from the fuckings.  She motions to her slaves.  I hadn’t noticed the equipment that was around me. 

First, they chain my feet to rings in the floor that are about 3 feet apart.  Then they put cuffs on each wrist and fasten a chain to each one that comes down from the ceiling.  I am lifted up and stretched out, my feet spread apart and my arms pulled tight from the ceiling to the point that I am afraid of them being pulled from my shoulder.  My full bladder is intensely painful.  They stuff my mouth and duct tape it again.  Mistress motions to one of the female slaves.  She smiles and says that she loves this part.  She walks over to me, swings her legs backwards and gives me the hardest kick she can right between my legs.  The blow lands squarely on my cock and balls.  I can’t describe the agony and pain.  Being stretched out as I am, I can’t even begin to double over to ease the pain.  I can only let out a muffled groan.  Mistress looks at the other slave and says I think you can do better than that.  She walks over to me and kicks me again with all of her strength.  As I hang in agony, Mistress tells her that is better.  They both tell Mistress that it is always their pleasure to be able to kick a man in the balls.

Then Mistress looks at the 2 male slaves and nods.  I can’t imagine what is coming next, but I am sure I will find out.  One of them walks over, doubles up his fist and punches me as hard as he can just below my navel.  I only wish I could pass out.  She looks at the second one and tells him that he should go just a tiny bit lower.  He walks over and punches me just a bit lower as hard as he can.  Mistress then tells me that I am going to be released from the chains and I will be expected to stand at attention, straight and tall, until she tells me to relax.  If I can pass this final test, I will be assigned to the special opening on her staff.  If not, I will be released into the wild and whatever happens to me, happens.  I so much want to serve on her staff no matter what it is.  So as I am released, I force myself to stand at attention despite the pain and the blows that I have just endured.  I stand and I stand for what seems like eternity.  A couple people come in and Mistress apparently takes care of some business with them.  I manage to overhear her tell one of them that at last she thinks we have someone to fill our vacancy.  As they leave, she looks at me and says well done. 

She then tells me that I can go to the room in the back, remove my panty devices, relieve myself, and clean up again.  I will have 24 hours to do whatever I please to enjoy myself.  I may enjoy any meals that I want because they may be my last regular meals.  I can fuck the slaves if I want.  I can do anything I want as long as I don’t inflict any pain on anyone.  And in 24 hours I will be taken to my assignment.  I wasn’t quite sure what I should do, but I thought I should most likely do as told and enjoy myself.  So I enjoyed a steak dinner, a seafood dinner.  I selected one of the beautiful, young female slaves to stay with me.  Amazingly, my cock recovered enough that I could fuck her and enjoy it.  She gave me massages.  And I used a few hours to catch up on some sleep.  Then the 24 hours ended and I was taken to Mistress again.  She told me that she is glad that I took advantage of the time to enjoy myself.  It would be my last.  I was getting scared again.  But I knew I had long passed the point of no return.  Then she began to explain my assignment.

I would be given a place of high honor.  I would be serving her most exclusive guests, but in a most unusual way.  Mistress explained that she often had guests that deserved treatment even better than royalty, and I was going to be a part of that.  Now I was really confused.  She explained that these people unfortunately still had the same bodily functions as everyone else.  But they were too good to sit on cold toilet seats, or even use a bidet.  They were never to see or smell the waste products that were produced by their bodies.  I would be more than just a human toilet.  Lips of a human are the only thing that can seal around the openings of others without discomfort and are the same temperature as their body, so that the transfer of bodily fluids and wastes can be transferred directly from their bodies without them seeing or smelling any of it.  With that, one of her slaves brought a device that I had never seen before.  It was like a recliner but was made of the best mahogany.  I was led over to it and told to recline on it.  A leather strap was put around my waist to strap me down.  My arms were pulled underneath to get them out of the way, and securely fastened.  My legs were crossed to minimize the space they would take and securely strapped down.  A tube was inserted into my asshole and placed into a sealed container.  A catheter was inserted into my cock and also routed into a sealed container.  A head harness was put on to hold my head in place.  I was completely immobile.  I couldn’t move.  It was then demonstrated to me how the device could be adjusted to get my lips in the right place.  I could be lifted up to take a cock in my mouth as a man straddled me.  A little lower put me in place for a woman so that I could seal my lips around her pee hole.  A little lower yet allowed me to seal my lips around an asshole so that I could take their shit directly into my mouth. 

I would be available 24/7.  I was never to be removed from this device.  This was my permanent assignment.  Mistress told me I was lucky in that my shoulders were narrow and she didn’t think they would have to remove my arms.  I could be easily straddled with my hands tucked beneath me.  If my legs cramped too much by keeping them folded and out of the way, and they kept me from concentrating on what I was doing and caused any waste to leak, they could always remove them.  She said that my teeth would be removed.  I wouldn’t need them.  Mistress also told me that as long as I did a good job and didn’t allow any leakage, they would attempt to keep me alive as long as possible by giving me antibiotics to ward off any potential infection.  But if I didn’t do my job perfectly every time, they might just avoid the expense of the antibiotics and whatever happened, would happen.  Mistress added that I should take pride in what I do because it is the highest duty possible for a slave.  It is a real honor to only have to use my lips and mouth to provide the most intimate and personal service anyone could have.  And so I had my assignment.  I now existed only for the purpose of providing my warm lips against the bodies of the elite and allowing them to dispose of their waste in the most convenient way possible for them.

Now would come the removal of my teeth.  A man came in, put a device in my mouth to hold it open and started to remove my teeth one by one.  Although this was very painful, I had become used to pain by this time.  He then used a device to cauterize my gums to stop the bleeding quickly and said I was ready for immediate use.

Mistress said she would provide some training by letting me serve first some of her slaves, then her, before she would allow me to service her guests.  She sent one of her male slaves over to me.  He adjusted me to the right height.  He told me that I most likely would not be able to swallow fast enough so I had to learn to just let it run down my throat.  He was right.  He let his piss come full force.  I swallowed quickly for a while, but I couldn’t keep up.  Mistress told me I had to relax my tongue and throat.  Another male slave came over and I tried again.  I quickly learned the technique.  Mistress sent a female slave over so that I could learn to seal my lips around her pee hole.  Mistress told me that I was a quick learner and she was pleased.  I smiled slightly.  Next I had to practice actually sucking the shit from someone.  Mistress sent a female first so that I wasn’t handicapped by a hairy ass.  She reminded how lucky I was to be able to provide this service.  I learned to inhale any gases first so that they could be filtered by my lungs before I exhaled them.  The shit came slowly so that I could suck it in, gum it, and swallow it.  I found that males’s asshole is usually larger and dispels large turds than a woman.  But I learned.  Finally, Mistress told me that I must also learn to thoroughly clean a woman’s pussy when she is on her period.  It must be done often and completely.  I must learn to not let any get on the outside of my mouth as it could then get back on the woman.  I was also told that I must keep my mouth closed at all times that I was not being used.  The odor from my mouth was not to escape.  The various tastes were awful, and having to keep my mouth closed made it worse, but I soon got use to it. 

In a few days I began to serve her guests.   As I soon found out, I would serve people of all ages.  Some were fat, some were skinny, tall, short, it made no difference.  I also discovered that the tastes of their wastes varied greatly.  It must depend on what they ate or drank.  Although my legs cramped soon, I managed to relax and not complain.  I didn’t want them removed.  I’m not sure why, but I didn’t.  My arms and shoulders became very sore as well from being pulled tight underneath and not being able to move them.  But again, with time and concentration, I managed to overcome.  I did not want to disappoint my guests or my Mistress.  My body adapted to what I was consuming.  When I had to piss, it just came out the tube.  And when any solids worked their way through me, they also came out the tube.  Once a day, a slave would come in and empty my sealed container of waste.  With time, I began to overhear the guests complimenting my service to my Mistress.  They told her that I was the best they had ever had, and how easy I made it for them.  They said that my lips were just right to provide the firmness to make a good seal, yet soft enough to be comfortable for them.  They hoped that she would take good care of me so that I would be around for a long time. 

And so it was that I became the ultimate slave.  I can only wish.