Loaned to a Cruel High-Ranking Slave: penny’s Diary, Part Four

Last Updated on 7 July, 2026 by Cara Sutra

Rather than being controlled directly by Goddess Cara, this week slave penny finds himself handed over to another slave as their plaything and toy. Minky might also be a slave, but she is clearly higher-ranking than penny, and a female besides. It is made abundantly clear to him how little control over his own life and body remains. Worked to exhaustion, ritual humiliation, regularly abandoned to pain and darkness. Can things get any worse for slave penny? Of course. He could be facing the dire plight of a captured enemy to the intimidating Sisterhood…

Content warning and note: Please remember that ‘diary entries’ published in the FemDom Slave’s Fantasy Diary area of my blog are fiction. They are written and should be enjoyed as erotica, extreme FemDom fantasy created by a male slave’s long-term-chastity-enhanced imagination. Please do not attempt to recreate any part of this story in reality. 

Monday, 22nd June 2026

Sleep is now much deeper than ever before in my life. It’s clearly drug induced. The cold sensation in the back of my hand just before blackout betrays that fact, and i’m grateful for it. The massive, surreal changes and events of the last couple of weeks would lead to sleepless, stressful nights, but, thanks to the enforced sleep, i’m relieved of that problem.

Without the obligation to write this daily diary note, i would be devoid of all knowledge and thought.

my day’s tasks are timed so that my thoughts can only be on the task at hand and its timely completion. Because the need for even the briefest toilet or refreshment break has been removed, i am denied any small moment for reflection.

During the last two visits to the mansion, there were long periods where i had nothing but my thoughts to keep me company, and hopefully, sane. That said, it was then that the lack of information most people take for granted became an issue.

The denial of fundamental knowledge, such as time, isn’t accidental. Purgatory, which is my sentence for my crime of August 3 2015, necessitates the lack of knowledge, independent thought and, it seems, emotion.

i’ve come to realise that the writing of this diary note gives me just enough time to reflect on those denials and the resulting effect on me. Only by being aware of my suffering can i truly suffer. Glory indeed to the wisdom of Goddess Cara.

Of course yesterday’s diary note was about an eventful Sunday, which was all action and left very little time to explain my thoughts. Today’s note, about a day like all others in my cell, has been more about my thoughts. You certainly would not want to read about any of the boring admin tasks that filled my time from mid morning until late into the night.

Tuesday, 23rd June 2026

i was going to begin by saying today was a normal day, but the word ‘normal’ hardly applies.

Wrapped in a garment that takes over my every movement, can bind any part of my anatomy in any position it – or rather its controller – chooses, from which drugs that can put me into a deep sleep, wake me, and i dare not think what else, can be administered automatically. A garment that can compel me to walk in any direction that is required of me.

Not to mention the ring gag that makes talking impossible, and swallowing difficult and ineffective. A ring gag with a centre that not only looks like a vulva and entrance to a vagina, but from what i can tell, also feels like one to any cock being pounded through it.

A centre that, at a click on a control pad i will never have access to, disappears into the ring to make my mouth available to be used as a spittoon. Yes, a ‘normal’ day, starting with the early morning visit of a completely emotionless, virtually naked female slave in chastity, who delivers my daily nutrition and hydration needs through a peg in my stomach, and changes the bags attached to my shins which collect what little waste my body now produces.

The start of another day of purgatory at the whim of stunningly beautiful Women, of which Goddess Cara seems to be very much an oligarch.

The Sisters of Salvation is a term i have already heard a number of times, as is the mention of results from a laboratory, plus a very wealthy man – or even several men – that these beautiful Women appear intent on deceiving and duping in some way. Certainly there has to be vast wealth involved. The mansion and developing this garment, the surgery at the gatehouse, and the use of a laboratory bear witness to that. Then there are other slaves, plus henchmen who captured the brutally punished four enemies, presumably living a hell a lot worse than any of my ‘normal’ days. Where did these highly trained and motivated slaves and henchmen all come from?

Just the type of things anyone has on their minds on a normal day.

mine is to be a day of fulfilling any and all tasks fed to me by the computer. When it comes to the type of tasks, or the number of tasks to complete, i am denied any choice. Only the information needed for the present task is accessible. The time to complete the task is designed to limit any independent thought. Apart from this diary note, of course, which seems to encourage it. Curious.

i have computer tasks from early morning until late at night. There is no need for any break of any type.

When no more tasks are forthcoming, the garment takes me the two steps from the office chair to my bed, where it vacuum-packs me, then drugs me into my night’s sleep.

The end of a normal day.

Wednesday, 24th June 2026

There are two female slaves that change my waste bags and feed the day’s nutrition and hydration into me through the peg in my stomach. Only one slave on any morning, but it has, up to now, been one of two. Always a little unkempt, no make-up and her hair often in need of a wash, but feminine and not devoid of prettiness, despite unflinching emotionlessness. i say prettiness, but on reflection that feeling is not about her physical appearance. It stems from my general view of Femininity, which is naturally set on a pedestal by my mind and body. The Female gender is wiser, more sensible, more sensitive, than the male and because of that, i instinctively have more empathy with these female slaves than any of the male slaves who i see on the same level as myself. Lowest of the low.

That morning ritual behind me, i completed my first task of the day; the daily diary entry. To my surprise, no further task appeared.

i was still being held firmly in my office chair by the garment, despite the monitor displaying a blank screen. i wondered if i had done something wrong, or if something had gone wrong. If so, i would doubtless be held responsible.

It was probably no more than 5 minutes, but of course felt a lot longer, before the door to the cell opened. The garment took me through the large foyer into the back of one of those vans.

There was only me in the back again, not that anyone else would have been company, as such.

i readied myself for the hour or so trip to the mansion, but that wasn’t to be my fate today. It has only been five to ten minutes before we paused outside the gates of a handsome and impressive building on the edge of the village. The gates opened automatically and the van drove into the courtyard. A man in overalls was tending to the garden, while another in matching overalls was sweeping the overnight fallen leaves off the otherwise pristinely clean stonework.

Despite being bedecked in different workwear to myself, their emotionless faces betrayed the fact that they too were owned, and no doubt hardworking, slaves.

The garment took me out of the van, up the side of the house, through a door, into a utility room and finally, through to a very large kitchen.

This garment was proving its worth. The van had driven off without concern as i’d started up the driveway, and i was completely alone. No additional slave was needed to guide me. The garment was the henchman that dragged me to wherever i was meant to be.

To the side of the kitchen was a little store area, in which there was a cage. The garment soon had me kneeling down, entering the cage backwards then pulling the door ahead of me closed with a loud click. The cage seemed superfluous as the garment held me in a kneeling position much more effectively than any other form of bondage i’d ever experienced.

From my position in the cage, in the store area, i could only see a very small part of the kitchen.

There were various comings and goings during the next few hours – exactly how many hours, i couldn’t say. The discomfort from the position i had been forced into turned to pain as time progressed, but there was no option other than to endure.

Goddess Cara was in the room on a number of occasions, a natural highlight and distraction from the pains. She was sometimes accompanied by Her real man husband, sometimes She was with Lady Stana, and other times She with what sounded, from the conversations, like a female slave or servant.

There were a couple of occasions when someone walked past the store area, but the position i was bound in prevented me from seeing who it was.

At least the sound of voices broke the monotony of a very long day of gnawing aches and pain. They also raised my hopes that i may get some relief from the intense discomfort.

By this point, a brutal whipping would be a welcome distraction.

There was quite a lot of movement in the kitchen late in the afternoon, much of which seemed related to food preparation and cooking. i could never mistake the sound and smell of steak being fried, and a mouth that would never taste food again salivated hopelessly.

After the cooking, another long period of silence descended.

Discomfort such as this is not endured in an emotionless vacuum. i am constantly highly aroused and sexually tormented. Any sense of sadistic pleasure being gained from my humiliation, discomfort or pain, somehow teases that torment and, although everything is worsened by that tease, it remarkably and ironically gives transitory relief in doing so. Plus, it focuses my mind on the stunning Female Deity that is gaining sadistic pleasure from it all. Visions of smiles on the face of such beauty give any amount of my suffering meaning and worth.

The silence was broken again, what i imagine to be a couple of hours later. This time it was the sound of a dishwasher being filled and i assume larger items of crockery and cookware being washed, dried and put away.

By that time the summer sunlight was growing weaker. That familiar cold sensation in the back of my hand came at last. i silently thanked Goddess Cara for Her compassion just before sleep took me.

Thursday, 25th June 2026

Compelled awake, and before i was aware of such, gripped and bound tightly by the garment that had now controlled my every move for a number of days.

The deep discomfort of the previous day was soon re-established as well as the silence.

It was at least two hours before i sensed any movement in the kitchen. There had been many visits to the room on the previous day, and none had involved anyone even looking in the corner where my cage was housed, so i tried to resist any expectations that today would be different. However, i was soon attended to by someone. It was one of the female slaves.

She knelt down and opened the cage, fed the fluid that contained my daily nutrition into the peg in my stomach, then handed me the small device upon which my previous diary notes had been drafted.

She locked the cage and i found that the garment had given me enough movement to type my entry.

There was no more movement in the kitchen for at least another two hours, but when it finally came it brought with it clear, raised voices. One was Goddess Cara, the other i didn’t recognise.

“Very good,” Goddess Cara said.

“Thank You, Mistress,” came the feminine reply.

At that, they both appeared in the space in front of my cage, the small space that had been my home for i don’t know how many hours, including through the night.

Goddess Cara was wearing a formfitting silver one-piece that accentuated every element of Her perfect Feminine shape. At the same time, the obviously lightweight material seemed ideal for a bright, sunny morning. It fit Her so tightly that the shape of Her erect, powerful nipples could be seen clearly. Plus, i realised with an almost electric jolt to various parts of my anatomy, Her cameltoe was distinctly evident in this outfit, emphasising and drawing attention to the Forbidden Area. The epicentre of my religious worship and obedience.

Goddess Cara’s beauty was so exceptional this morning that i had failed to notice Her companion.

Stood beside the Goddess was a smaller woman, seemingly wearing only a heavyweight black leather bra, a matching pair of leather panties and black leather thigh boots.

“Good morning cum slut. You have met but let me introduce you again. This is slave minky. she was once very naughty and looked at my real man in a way i didn’t care for at all. Isn’t that true, slave?” She asked the other woman.

“Yes, Mistress,” the other woman replied. It was then i properly looked at her face and realised it was one of the two female slaves that had dealt with my nutritional and other requirements each morning.

“slave minky is my personal domestic slave, but she has so much work to do here that she needs help every morning. From tomorrow, you will provide that help. In fact, slave minky will be directly in charge of you every morning. you will refer to her as ma’am and do exactly as she tells you during those hours. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Supreme Goddess,” i replied.

“But that starts tomorrow. I’ve thought of an enjoyable and amusing way you can get to know each other better, as well as your respective roles, this morning,” Goddess continued.

“I recall the story you told me about how your ex-wife made you hump her thigh boots the night before she left you, and I thought it would be a good way of establishing slave minky’s authority over you.”

“Over to you, slave,” She said to slave minky, who dutifully opened the cage. The garment took control of me, having me crawl out and kneel at the feet of the woman who was clearly working the controls. She pressed something on her device and two zips on my garment opened, one to each side of my penis, and the resulting flap dropped to reveal my chastity cage.

She handed me the key, and i concentrated on undoing the padlock and removing the cage.

“Put it over there on the floor,” came the surprisingly commanding voice of minky.

The ring gag made any reply pointless, so i simply obeyed.

my neck, chin and forehead were being firmly gripped by the garment, and i was held in a position facing directly up to the female slave, who was now clearly in charge of the garment and of me. A sharp jolt in my teeth betrayed the fact that the silicone vulva that usually filled the space within the ring had been retracted.

slave minky was already gargling saliva up from her throat, and with approving sounds from Goddess Cara, a thick sliver of saliva slowly made its way down to the open inviting cavity that was my mouth.

“Perfect,” was the response of Goddess Cara, who was clearly gaining significant pleasure from the event.

The gunge never touched my lips, it merely accumulated and sat right at the back of my throat.

Next, the garment had me shuffle on my knees closer to my new and clearly wicked controller. my genitals were skilfully slid down the vamp of one of her thigh boots so that my penis was vertically gripped between her boot and my torso. The garment itself then instigated the humping motion, holding my cock firmly against the leather.

i felt all this but couldn’t see, because the garment forced me to look upward. As a result i was gazing directly into the sneering stare of the once emotionless female slave. Intense arousal was unavoidable.

The garment then turned my head so that i was looking instead at the sublime beauty of Goddess Cara. She stood stridently in Her silver outfit, and the sight of Her cameltoe was a major factor in the rapid approach of my orgasm. Her obvious power and wealth, in the hands of someone so deliciously evil and cruel, was the thought that tipped me over the edge into ejaculation.

“Keep going, cum slut,” was Goddess Cara’s command, as the squelching sound of cum against boot could clearly be heard. “Every last drop!”

i obliged. There was plenty to be dredged.

Once it was finally over, i was exhausted. Without the garment i would have collapsed to the floor, but instead i was compelled to return to the position of facing upwards towards the half-smiling, half-sneering sight of the female slave’s face. She held something similar to a credit card, and with it scraped my cum off her boot and redeposited it into my wedged open mouth.

She then replaced the cage on my now flaccid cock.

The garment, clearly under her control, closed the zips then crawled me back into the cage which she closed behind me.

Both of them looked down at me with a sense of amusement.

Goddess Cara spoke first.

“He will now be in there until tomorrow morning. An eternity for him. Do you want him to have freedom of movement in the cage or have him held in a cruel, uncomfortable position?”

“Cruel,” was the one-word answer.

“Good girl,” Goddess Cara laughingly replied. my head and body were put in the most extraordinary and uncomfortable position, before the garment immobilised me like that.

Cruel laughter rang out.

“The en-suite bathroom can be left this morning. Come to my bedroom, I have a very wet area that needs a tongue,” Goddess Cara said, before leading slave minky away.

The rest of the day and evening felt eternally horrendous, and full of insane, incoherent thoughts. my body ached, my stomach growled with an ironic hunger, as my throat remained full of unswallowable filth.

Friday, 26th June 2026

The pain seeped into my consciousness relentlessly, along with the knowledge i was awake. Without the garment’s assistance i am sure i would not have slept at all, so intensely agonising was the discomfort. i was still held with a steel grip in the unnatural and uncomfortable position i’d been put into the night before.

Fortunately i did not have to endure distractionless torment for long. Within just a few minutes, slave minky was back and staring down at me in my cage.

She wore a grey button-up cape that covered her from head to ankles.

Initially the cape was open, allowing me to see she was wearing the same black leather bra, panties and the thigh boots i had been humiliatingly been forced to hump the previous day. The memory seared through my mind like an additional wave of pain.

The once emotionless face of slave minky now either gleamed with a smile of contentment, or sneered with anger, flitting between both with just a few words.

The cage was opened and she laughed.

“Come, slug cum.” These three words clearly amused her.

They were three unnecessary words because the garment took over and moved me, clearly under the control of her hand-held gadget.

“So much to do this morning, and we will start in here.” Here referred to the room we were in, the kitchen.

“Teamwork!” she exclaimed laughingly, as my body was compelled into auto-drive cleaning the sink, taps and all surfaces, worktops, drawers and cupboards. The dishwasher was emptied and its contents put away all by me inside the garment she controlled. She mainly sat on a kitchen stool, periodically getting up to put bottles of various cleaning fluids and cloths in place for me to use. She even poured herself a glass of milk which i, controlled by my garment, washed and put away.

Before we moved to our next room, she opened her grey cape again. i found myself touching the leather on her boots with my lips, which were of course around the infernal ring gag.

This ritual was repeated when we completed the cleaning of what she told me was the main bathroom, and, after that, a bright, large open-plan lounge and dining area with huge bi-fold doors which overlooked a beautiful garden. A wonderful, majestic family room. Vacuumed, dusted and thoroughly cleaned by the garment, exploiting my body.

The garment may have been controlling every movement but my breathing was as heavy and my muscles ached as if i was doing this work of my own accord. The only difference being that my aches and discomforts were ignored by the garment, which constantly drove my body onwards.

She advised that we could do no work for a while, so as to keep out of the way of the family who would be just starting their day.

We moved to a small shower-room with a sink, shower and toilet. Initially i stood to attention at the back of the room as she looked in the mirror, washed her face and attended to it with various lotions and makeup accoutrements. She then cleaned her teeth, and from my standing position i found myself kneeling with my head facing upwards, exposing my wide open mouth. She rinsed her mouth out with water, and instead of depositing it into the sink, used my mouth as her chosen target. my mouth and throat had never dealt with such a large volume of liquid and it felt like i was drowning. The panic in me was immediate and overwhelming. Despite the tsunami of fear, my body didn’t move even a millimetre.

slave minky grabbed my chin, and sneered down at me. “If I owned you, you’d soon wish you were dead.”

She laughed, but i sensed truth in her words.

We departed through a hidden door at the back of the shower room and entered a small bedroom. The room contained only one small bed, a dressing table and a small clothes rack with a few garments on it. There was a window, but it was so high on the wall no-one could have looked through it.

i was held by the garment against a wall, as she lay back on the bed and opened a book. It mustn’t have been an exciting read, because it wasn’t long before she turned her attention back to her hand-held gadget, pressed it, and in response i started gyrating from my head to my feet.

She continued playing with the gadget in her hand, her book now entirely forgotten. i could sense small changes in my gyrations with a growing emphasis of my genital thrusting. Her laughter deepened to full-throated roars, screaming in glee at some particularly comical thrusts.

There was a bleep from her wrist. i hadn’t noticed the watch there before.

“Goddess wants me to clean Her en-suite and wait on Her personally. Your working day is over, lazy slug,” she laughed.

“Your new home,” she said, referring to the cage under her bed that i was being compelled to enter. The door to the cage had flipped open, and my garment had me crouch and crawl forwards into it before the door locked behind me.

The garment held me facing the way i had crawled, my only view complete darkness as i assume ahead of me was a wall. Any light from the room behind me was denied to my vision. At least my body was not painfully distorted as it had been the previous day.

i don’t know how many hours passed. At some point i heard the footsteps of someone entering the room, then sensed the bed above me lower a little as someone lay on it.

“Sleep, slug,” came the voice of slave minky, accompanied by the familiar cold sensation in the back of my hand, then the rapid, welcome relief of sleep.

Saturday, 27th June 2026

This morning it took me a moment before i felt oriented enough to know where i was, to remember what had happened the previous day.

The garment was moving my body while my brain was still struggling to function.

It was light but still very early.

The first position i found myself in, once out of the cage, was a familiar one. Kneeling with my head facing upwards. Her sneering face looking down at me and saliva sliding down from between her lips.

“A little early morning gift,” she said, wiping any residue from her mouth.

“If I had my way, this would be spit too,” she continued, as i felt her adjusting the peg in my stomach, presumably injecting my daily nutrition.

“I hate men. Goddess knew that when She made me your boss, slug, and She will be happy with how things are going.”
As she made that last statement, she stood directly over me. She motioned towards a CCTV camera in the corner of the room. Goddess Cara did indeed know all.

i was forced to stand, and i was able to see slave minky’s outfit. She wore what was presumably her daily uniform; black leather bra, panties and thigh boots. With some surprise i noticed that the black leather panties fitted her body very snugly today. The chastity belt she used to wear when visiting my cell was no longer there.

This woman, in whose daily control i found myself, a female slave, a man hater, must be finding favour with her Owners.

“I am going to have that pathetic aging body of yours working a thousand times harder than it ever has before. Just like me, the garment will show no mercy,” she laughed.

She was true to her word. The kitchen was clean and shining in quick time, as was the main bathroom, the sumptuous living dining area, the large hallway, the stairs and landing. All vacuumed and cleaned. After around 3 or 4 hours, at a guess, we were back in her bedroom. my mouth was ‘refreshed’ with another portion of her saliva, then i was back under her bed with the cage door locked behind me.

i assumed this was the end of my working day, and as such it would be a long wait of nothingness until i got the reward of drug induced sleep. i was wrong. There was a long wait, of around 8 hours or so, but instead of sleep slave minky returned. i found myself out of the cage and kneeling at her feet just like before.

She was no longer wearing the leather panties or bra. Instead, she was clad in a sheer black bodysuit that covered her from her neck to her feet. i say to her feet, but that was an assumption, because the black thigh boots remained.

i steeled myself for another throatful of saliva, but none came. i felt her thumb on the front of the gag holding my mouth wide, as it pressed against the silicone vulva that currently filled its centre. She was obviously considering something.

Within a few seconds i was walking through the kitchen, past the entrance to the lounge and dining area, and up a flight of stairs to a door which slave minky opened. my garment took me through without hesitation.

Yet another huge room. Just like the large living and dining area below, this space also boasted a large set of bi-fold doors, these ones leading out to a balcony which overlooked the garden and offered views of the beautiful countryside beyond.

i found myself walking towards a large 4-poster bed. The garment compelled me to kneel while i was still a respectful distance from it. The curtains that had been drawn around the bed were opened, and Goddess Cara was reclining on top of it. It’s difficult to adequately describe how She looked; dazzling, sultry, spectacular. Her smouldering passion was tangible. She wore a deep red camisole set made from the finest silk. Lady Stana was by Her side, wearing the same sheer black bodysuit and black leather thigh boots as slave minky.

Lady Stana’s head rested on the curve of Goddess Cara’s waist, gently kissing the exposed skin between the floaty camisole top and Her silk shorts.

i am not highly experienced in such matters, but it seemed to be that this tranquility followed a session of intense physical passion. The perspiration on the forehead of Lady Stana lent support to this conclusion.

slave minky’s voice rang out confidently.
“slave conran has departed from Target A and his wife, who are now both sealed in their holding place, with his team. The team are taking the captives to Salvation House and will prepare Target A ready for tomorrow’s trial. slave conran is making his way here right now.”

“Perfect,” replied Goddess Cara.

“Have you decided what will happen with his wife?” queried Lady Stana.

“Hmm, I haven’t,” came Goddess Cara’s reply.

“Perhaps we could gift her to slave conran, to use as his whore meat for the rest of her life.”

“Perhaps.” Goddess Cara was clearly considering the proposition.

“And perhaps he can take her for the first time while her husband is slowly tortured to the point where he begs for the mercy of death. Fucks her right in front of her husband. So he will have to suffer the brutal combination of pain, and watching the henchman who captured them both fuck her thoroughly and completely.”

That evil thought aroused them both, and Lady Stana’s kisses became even more passionate. Her attentions moved from Goddess Cara’s waist to the doubtless intoxicating area between Her thighs.

Goddess Cara gripped the back of Lady Stana’s head as She was pleasured through the lightweight silken fabric of Her shorts, pressing her sex firmly against enthusiastic ministrations that are beyond the imagination of any male slave. i found myself trying my hardest, despite my natural limitations.

They paused only when slave minky announced the arrival of slave conran.

A broad and burly male slave entered the room. He was naked apart from his chastity cage and a heavy-duty leather chest harness and belt combo.

The muscles in his arms, legs and various other parts of his body were very impressive. i have never been sure what a six pack was, but whatever it is, he had one.

“We are pleased with you, slave conran. It’s time for your first reward. There will be more, starting tomorrow,” Goddess Cara declared.

As She spoke, slave minky unlocked slave conran’s cage, keeping the cage and lock in her hand.

“You know what to do?” Goddess Cara asked.

“Yes, Goddess,” came his grateful reply. His cock, already semi-erect, pushed through the silicone vulva of my ring gag and forcefully slid all the way in until it hit the back of my throat. His cock became massively engorged in seconds, filling every crevice of my mouth and throat. On around every fourth thrust into my mouth i could hear him chanting “Glory to Goddess Cara!”

Meanwhile, his body, along with the thick leather harness he wore, pressed constantly against my face. His slightly salty musk filled my nostrils as his cock filled my mouth. Every so often he would fully pull back between thrusts, at which point i saw that he kept his head and eyes faced towards the Goddess. At the same time, Lady Stana was motivated to deliver even more frenzied and passionate attentions to Goddess Cara, who began to murmur loudly with sexual pleasure.

The thrusting went on and on, without any sign it would soon be over. It was a struggle to breathe, but managed to snatch just enough, when i could, to keep from passing out. Eventually his engorged cock unleashed its load into my throat, powerful spasms and hot splashes of spunk being deposited into me, before it was deftly removed, entirely spent.

The Goddess and Her lady friend paused when they saw he was done.

“Stay a little longer, slave conran. I have something to discuss with you about tomorrow’s trial.”

“As You command, Goddess,” the slave replied.

At that, Goddess Cara gestured to slave minky, and i was led back to my resting place under her bed. Soon after being placed into storage, the cold sensation in my hand announced the onset of sleep.

Sunday, 28th June 2026

An early start as usual. i assumed it would be another morning where i, controlled by the garment of course, cleaned large areas of the property.

The garment manoeuvred me out of the caged area under slave minky’s bed and i found myself in the usual position, kneeling with my head facing upwards.

Yet again, i anticipated more saliva ‘hydration’. This time, though, slave minky stood stridently over me and slid the crotch of her leather panties side to side on the ring in my mouth. As she did so, she rested the sole of one of her boots on my kneeling thigh, and spitefully twisted the heel deep into my taut flesh. The garment restricted any natural recoil from the pain, but she had the pleasure of my face betraying the immense suffering, along with the physical stimulation from the muffled screams through my ring-gagged mouth.

my face looked up into hers, which portrayed a perfect blend of hatred, disgust, and vindictiveness.

Her early fun over, i was led outside the house through the side door and into the back of a waiting van. She accompanied me, and we were joined by two male slaves in their outdoor cassocks.

This was nothing at all like i’d expected for today. We set off on our journey, which was to the mansion i’d previously visited already twice. Upon arrival, the four of us entered the building through a side door as usual.

We made our way inside and down steps to a basement. Upon travelling beneath ground, my thoughts turned towards the large dungeon where i’d witnessed four prisoners shackled and whipped just a few days before, thoughts that filled me with fear and trepidation. However, although this basement was a dungeon of sorts, it was just a small room with a set of shackles on one wall.

Once inside the room, the garment had me standing spread-eagle. The two male slaves who had accompanied us on the journey began, to my surprise, to remove my garment.

i stood naked, except for my chastity cage. Without even the light cover of the life garment, the penetrating chill of the stone dungeon took hold.

The male slaves showed no sympathy. They dragged me backwards, towards the wall with the shackles attached, using them to restrain me to the cold stone by my wrists and ankles. The shackles were further apart than would be comfortable, not that shackles can ever be described as comfortable. My arms and legs were held spread-eagled, but stretched painfully so. Although i am usually taller than slave minky, when standing, in this spread against the wall position her head was at least 6 inches higher than mine.

The two male slaves exited the dungeon. “We have another use for that garment,” slave minky explained, somewhat cryptically.

“It’s an ingenious piece of equipment, don’t you think?”

She wasn’t expecting a reply to that. Still, to my surprise and relief, she removed my ring gag.

“It’s an important day here for the Sisterhood. They may have no more use for you, at present, but they do have a use for the garment.”

Slave minky clearly took great pleasure in my look of bewilderment. She deigned to fill in a few gaps.

“Our prime enemy, Lord Bruce, and his wife Lady Olivia, who tried to betray womankind, are now our prisoners.”

She continued.

“Much later today he will be begging for the sweet relief of death, and if granted, it would certainly be a merciful end…
We have no more use for you today. you will spend all of today, all tonight, and possibly all of tomorrow too, shackled in this dungeon. you will not receive any drugs to enable sleep. your waste will not be collected, instead you will soil all over yourself and it will cover the ground and stink beneath you. A living hell!” she laughed, before leaving, locking the door behind her.

As she walked away through the corridor outside, i heard the flick of a switch. All light was extinguished, and i was left to my agonising torture in complete darkness.

by slave penny

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This post is the fourth instalment of weekly diary entries by slave penny. Despite being described and presented as diary entries, the activities and happenings described therein are fiction. They do not represent our real Mistress/slave dynamic or interactions. They are the product of my real life FemDom slave’s chastity-enhanced imagination, and are published here purely as erotic fantasy for your entertainment as well as my own. Any opinions presented in this piece are penny’s own. 

Please do not attempt to recreate or actually live in the ways described in this erotic fiction piece. All BDSM activities require mutual trust, care, and active consent, whether you play within the SSC or RACK framework. 

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