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Analysis of the Psychological Stimulation and Effects of a Forced Femdom Story on Submissive Males (Analysis in parenthesis)

Whip of Fire
(Part 1 and 2)

There had been a February windstorm the previous night and it had left a lot of debris and fallen leaves in its wake, scattered across the otherwise impeccable gardens so before she left for work early that morning, Ms Helen wrote her instructions to her young toy-boy and gave it to Sue.

He was to clean up the place.

The forecast was bright and dry but very cold and Sue already had laid out his clothes for the day. He had absolutely no options or choices about what he was allowed to wear any more.

Self-pity swept over him when he saw the humiliating little outfit and realized the many choices he had lost or given up. He half-wished he still had those options now in his life.

Not just the brief little outfits and uniforms he always now had to wear, but he also wanted to sometimes be able to choose when he could eat or drink, and what. Choose when he was to be put to bed or even allowed to use the toilet.

Often these days he did not want to spend the entire night suffering and squirming in bondage.

However, he really wished for two things above everything else.

First, that he did not have to always obey and submit to the other Mistresses and especially Ms Sarah, Helen’s bi lover, who seemed increasingly these days to really enjoy making his entire life thoroughly miserable.

The other thing he always achingly wished for was merciful liberation from his KTB restrainer chastity device. Not just the temporary releases that only preceded cleaning or their relentlessly severe teasing and denial, only to have himself tormented by them to tearful agony before having it ruthlessly imprisoned by them again

Unfortunately there was no way that any of his wishes were likely to be granted.
The Ladies were not about to let up on him, quite the opposite in fact and as he started putting on his hated uniform he realized and remembered why he did all these things.

Putting aside his own deeply masochistic nature, he first obeyed and suffered because it made Helen happy that he should. He was her slave.

His desire and feelings did not matter compared to this single fact.

She owned him and she knew him better than he knew himself. She “completed” him and absent from her approval, or his ability to give her pleasure, he was worthless, a nothing. He trusted her and really knew that everything was after all, done for his own good. He loved her.

As he put on the uniform Sue who was watching him, took the notes from Helen and read it to him:

“My sweet little slave-boy, Today while I am at my office”, it began, and he almost swooned in pleasure as he heard the first words from his Mistress. She was still referring him to “my…slave-boy” so she still wanted him, owned him.

It then listed the various jobs His Mistress wanted done around the yard.

“…also rake all the leaves from around the house today and cut the fallen trees into firewood…”

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