Mind Control Experiment by F.L.R.

Mind Control Experiment by F.L.R.

Une Maitress Femme had just arrived at the facility and was getting settled into her suite. Head Mistress and her personal male Martin were there to greet her.

"Welcome, your Majesty," Head Mistress said, shaking her hand. "It's an honor to have you here. How was your flight?"

"I'm fine, thank you," Une Maitress Femme responded. "I always travel with my own private jet, so it's always comfortable."

Une Maitress Femme hadn't visited the facility in a while, and Head Mistress noticed she hadn't changed much. She was a fit woman in her early 50s. Several other people, including her personal males and guards, were in the suite, unpacking her luggage and organizing her travel furniture and equipment.

"I see you've brought some help with you," Head Mistress observed. "Is there anything else we can do for you to make your stay more comfortable?"

"Yes, actually. Bring me five of your poorest-performing males. I'll put them to good use," she said.

Head Mistress quickly thought of the five men who'd underperformed recently and instructed Martin to bring them and another man named Ethan. He left the room.

"Where do you want your throne, your Majesty?" a servant asked.

"I remember it being over here last time I visited," Une Maitress Femme replied, gesturing to a spot in the room. "Let's put it there again. Oh, and it's called the Lioness Throne," the head mistress added with a laugh.

"I never travel without it," Une Maitress Femme responded with a grin. "But for now, let's talk about the important matters. How about we discuss them tonight at dinner? Our chef prepared a special meal for you."

"Delightful," she said, and Head Mistress left the room.

Fifteen minutes later, when Une Maitress Femme was preparing to go down to dinner, the five males arrived, accompanied by their mistresses. The four escapees looked terrified after spending two days as worms, and Ethan's genitals were swollen from punishment for masturbating. They were aware of who she was and knelt to kiss her feet.

"I want them all set up by the time I return," she told her personal males and guards.

Unlike most women, Une Maitress Femme liked to bring five of the worst-performing or problematic males from any M.A.M.A. facility she visited. Three of them would serve as her foot, ass, and pussy slaves, while one would be her toilet slave, and she would choose the cutest one as her boy toy.

"This one will be my toy," she said, pointing at Ethan. "As for the others, let them draw straws to decide their fate, as usual."

A few minutes later, Une Maitress Femme walked into the lounge, where Head Mistress was waiting. They sat on the couches to chat while they waited for dinner.

"We have a lot to discuss tonight," Head Mistress said. "Let me start by filling you in on the hacking situation."

"I'm here because of that," Une Maitress Femme replied. "It's very serious."

Head Mistress told her what she'd discovered. She didn't mention Bill's role in it. She planned to reveal that during dinner, with him present.

Une Maitress Femme was surprised to hear that the hacking had originated from Head Mistress's personal computer in her home.

"We're working on retrieving their security footage and thoroughly investigating the apartment," said Head Mistress. "We should have that information soon."

The headmistress took the lead in their conversation. "So, it's a special experiment, right?" she started.

"Yes, we can talk about that," Une Femme Maitresse replied. "It's called FLR Brainwash. Our engineers have masterminded a brain scanner helmet that displays VR images and videos of numerous females and body parts. This device detects parts of the brain that get aroused and uses this data to generate an image of a male's ideal woman."

"I recall reading about this in an email," the headmistress said. "Now it's ready for testing. Seems fun."

"Exactly," Une Femme Maitresse agreed. "We'll select different women from our extensive employee pool, including mistresses, sous-mistresses, guards, administrative staff, dominatrices, and more. It will then match each male to the closest female version of their ideal woman and arrange introductions. We'll observe their behavior and record it."

"Interesting," the headmistress noted. "There might be some interesting outcomes, maybe even total submission to the almost-perfect woman."

Bill stayed quiet, listening. The idea of meeting an ideal woman felt perfect, but becoming fully under her spell seemed improbable.

"I've brought one of these scanners," Une Femme Maitresse said. "We'll need a male volunteer for the trial."

Bill tried to interject. "If I didn't already have my perfect woman, I'd give it a shot," he joked, winking at the headmistress. She did not find it humorous and ignored him.

"Absolutely. I'm thrilled that this experiment is happening here," the headmistress exclaimed. "Thank you for selecting my facility."

"The whole M.A.M.A. team is looking forward to this," replied Une Femme Maitresse.

"What happens after he meets his ideal woman?" the headmistress inquired.

"As of now, nothing," replied Une Femme Maitresse. "We'll simply observe and document their actions and words. We're currently acquiring information." To Bill, Une Femme Maitresse added, "In the future, we might decide to use this technology to help men around the world become more submissive to women."

Both women laughed.

Bill's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're joking, right?" he blurted out. "You plan to turn all men into submissives to women worldwide? Aren't you taking things a bit too far?"

"Hahaha... just kidding," Une Femme Maitresse said, amused.

Relieved, Bill chuckled as well. "Right..." There was a brief period of silence. The headmistress contemplated who to choose for the experiment. "When should we start the experiment?"

"Immediately," replied Une Femme Maitresse. "Pick a male, and we can connect him to the scanner after dinner. It takes about an hour."

"I've got someone in mind," the headmistress said. "He's new here. His name is Brandon. Let Maisie, his mistress, keep him in his punishment room until your arrival." She sent a text message to Maisie.

"Excellent choice," Une Femme Maitresse affirmed.

They continued their dinner, talking about minor topics. The headmistress planned to confront Bill about his betrayal of the M.A.M.A. initiative.

"One more thing I'd like to share with you," Une Femme Maitresse began. "The United Nations has granted us permission for a trial partial orchidectomy."

"At long last," the headmistress said with delight. "We've been trying to convince them of this for ages."

Bill was confused. "What's a partial orchidectomy?" he asked, sincerely.

"It's when they remove one testicle," the headmistress explained.

Bill's eyes widened. "Wait... what? That's not fair. How did you manage to get their attention?"

"We did our due diligence, putting forth a compelling argument and were relentless," said Une Femme Maitresse. "Eventually, they agreed."

Bill checked his phone.

"It's not that different from males getting circumcised," Une Femme Maitresse continued. "They have no choice in the matter, but they continue to live normal lives. It's not that bad, and they can still have children."

Bill's jaw dropped.

Bill was at a loss for words. "Um... I think it's safe to say that we, as males, would prefer to keep both our testicles intact," he managed to say.

Lady Une Maitress laughed amusedly, but Head Mistress maintained her stoic expression. This was the perfect moment for her to strike.

"Sadly, that's not going to happen," she commented abruptly.

Bill was taken aback by her remark. "What the hell lady?" was his response.

Head Mistress addressed Lady Une Maitress. "Your Highness, there's an important piece of information I haven't shared with you about the hacking yet."

Bill looked puzzled then glanced at his phone. "What information?"

"The man responsible for the hacking is my partner," she replied angrily.

Bill quickly stood up. "Whoa... wait a minute. I had nothing to do with that," he said nervously.

Lady Une Maitress and Head Mistress also stood up. "Are you sure?"

"Definitely. I have proof," she confirmed.

Bill tried to argue. "No way. It wasn't me. Come on, babe. What are you saying?"

Suddenly, a guard arrived and covered Bill's face with a cloth. He struggled for a moment before passing out.

"Take him to the dungeons," commanded Head Mistress. Turning to Lady Une Maitress, she said, "Forgive me, Your Highness. I was aware of this earlier, but I waited until his return to act upon it. We'll interrogate him thoroughly once he wakes up."

The guards dragged Bill's unconscious body out of the lounge.

Lady Une Maitress was still processing the events that just occurred. She turned to Head Mistress and asked, "Please Share all the details."

*****

In Punishment Room 13, Brandon impatiently waited with Jillian and Heather. They had just finished dinner, and Brandon thought he would start servicing Heather immediately. However, it seemed he had been coerced into participating in some kind of experiment. He was unaware of the details.

"Sigh... How much longer?" complained Jillian.

Brandon still had butterflies thinking that Heather would be playing with him tonight. Any interaction with her is pleasurable. During his initiation, while his penis was being edged for hours, he felt so desperate to climax that he agreed to any terms the Head Mistress offered. The prior night, Brandon had fulfilled his promise by spending the night in a vacuum bag suspended from the ceiling like an art piece. Tonight, he would be fulfilling his promise to Heather. Her plan was to play CBT Roulette with Brandon. He didn't know exactly what that entailed, but it sounded like it involved his cock and balls. As much as he enjoyed Heather's company, his cock and balls sounded wonderful.

Minutes later, Head Mistress walked in with someone Brandon hadn't seen before. The woman seemed older than Head Mistress, likely in her early 50s. Despite her age, and considering he was younger than her, he still found her attractive. Then it struck him that the woman was roughly the same age as his mother, and he should stop thinking inappropriately. He felt embarrassed.

"Good evening, ladies. Sorry for the delay. We had to attend to something important," said Head Mistress, greeting everyone. "Allow me to introduce the head of our organization, Lady Une Femme."

All the ladies shook hands and greeted her. Brandon hesitated, then went down on his knees and kissed Head Mistress' feet. He then crawled to Lady Une Femme and kissed her feet too before stopping for a moment to kiss them again. He reasoned a woman of such importance must be showered with respect.

"So, this must be the man who volunteered," said Lady Une Femme, eyeing Brandon.

"Indeed," said Head Mistress. "You should know that Brandon here is a computer engineer who happened to discover the person responsible for hacking our server."

"Yes, and my balls were crushed as a 'thank you' token," thought Brandon, feeling the pain in his groin.

"Oh really?" said Lady Une Femme.

Both Jillian and Heather appeared shocked.

"Yes, it was Bill. My boyfriend Bill," announced Head Mistress.

Jillian and Heather were stunned by this revelation.

"We apprehended him, and he's being held in the storage area of the dungeon, awaiting interrogation," Head Mistress added.

Brandon felt a twinge of sympathy for Bill, having endured some rather painful interrogations himself, along with the other inmates. "The poor guy doesn't have the slightest idea what awaits his balls," he thought. [Head Mistress] "The poor bastard doesn't have the faintest idea what terrible things will happen to his balls," she remarked.

Brandon almost laughed silently; this was the same idea that crossed his mind.

A guard arrived, holding a coated cloth. He covered Bill's face and whisked him away.

"Take him to the deepest section of the dungeon," ordered Head Mistress. Turning to Lady Une Femme, she said, "Pardon me, Your Highness. I was aware of this earlier but waited so that he would return and he could face questioning."

The guards dragged Bill's unconscious form from the room.

Lady Une Maitress was still processing the events that just occurred. She faced Head Mistress and asked, "Please share all the details."

"What's the reason for this act?" questioned Jillian. "Is he aligned with the anti-feminist group, MALES? You know, M.A.M.A.'s greatest opponent, right?"

"Several anti-feminist or anti-M.A.M.A. groups can be considered," reacted Maitress Une Femme. "But MALES is the biggest one and most significant threat to our organization."

MALES stands for "Masculine Advocacy for Leadership, Excellence, and Superiority." It was created by and funded by a group of men who want to suppress M.A.M.A.'s efforts.

"Our investigation is still underway," informed Head Mistress. "We'll identify the perpetrators and deal with them accordingly."

"Irrespective of who was responsible for the hacking, it's a declaration of war against M.A.M.A.," remarked Une Maitress Femme.

Brandon remained quiet as the ladies discussed the specifics of the matter. He was more concerned about his current situation. M.A.M.A.'s history of male mistreatment left him fearing the worst.

"Let's get back to the experiment," commanded Une Maitress Femme. She then signaled one of her assistants to present the brain scanner. It resembled a helmet with VR lenses connected to a computer.

Brandon felt apprehension. "What's that thing?" he wondered inside.

"Secure this male to the chair, ensuring he can't move during the scan," said Maitress Une Femme.

Jillian and Heather escorted Brandon to the chair and started restraining him. Heather noticed how frightened he seemed. She placed her hand on his shoulder to calm him.

"You can relax, Brandon, right?" she asked. "You won't be harmed during this process. This will most likely be an erotic experience for you. And we'll all get to watch as the status of your male member changes."

Bradon was a bit comforted to hear this.

"Once we place the helmet on you, hundreds of images will be displayed," Maitress Une Femme continued. "Your brain waves will be recorded with each image to determine your arousal level. The images will be of women and specific female parts. We'll then process the results to determine your ideal woman. The computer will search our global database of dominatrixes to find you the perfect match."

Bradon had no idea what to say. He was intrigued by the experiment, so he merely nodded in agreement.

One of the assistants put the helmet on him, and a pair of VR goggles over his eyes. He detected buttons being pressed and the lenses turning on. Subsequently, a series of images started showing up. They featured women of all shapes and sizes, various ethnicities, skin colors, clothed and nude. Some were highly stimulating, while others weren't.

The ladies in the room observed, watching the monitor that simultaneously showed the images and Brandon's brain activity. After a few minutes, Brandon's cock was pointed upwards.

Jillian couldn't help but chuckle. "That's what I call aroused," she snickered, discreetly nodding at his erection.

The assistant running the experiment observed closely. "This is intriguing," she said.

"What is it?" asked Maitress Une Femme.

"I believe it shows that his mesodiencephalic transition zone and the ventral tegmental area of his brain have been activated," she explained.

Everyone in the room looked at her, waiting for an explanation in simpler terms.

"These are brain areas that initiate ejaculation," she added. "This male recently ejaculated."

Head Mistress looked concerned. "Are you sure?" she inquired, hoping for a mistake. If this was accurate, her plan to permit Brandon's departure after a week would be sabotaged. As both ladies had taken part in his gratification, she couldn't justify releasing him now, with so many people present.

"Yes, absolutely certain," the assistant responded.

Thrilling eyes shifted towards Jillian and Heather.

"Were you two informed of this?" asked Head Mistress with a hint of worry.

"No, I wasn't. I left him with Heather," Jillian responded.

The former statement now shifted to Heather.

"No, not me either," she countered. "I was with him, but he never ejaculated while I was there."

She chose to fib, hoping a faulty scanner could be the cause. The scanner represented the only evidence of her misbehavior. In a bid to maintain composure, she tried to stay casual.

"Not possible," replied the helper.

"This isn't a big deal," asserted Une Maîtresse Femme. "We'll just question him when the scan is over."

"Of course, with joy," smiled Jillian.

"A solid grasp on his balls will make him reveal all his secrets," stated Une Maîtresse Femme.

In the meantime, Brandon was completely unaware of what was occurring right beside him. He was practically in a fantasy world. As the machine moved closer to his imagined ideal woman, the images became more and more explicit. There was a distinct puddle of pre-cum forming on the seat in front of his penis, a clear indication of his arousal. He began to utter some obscene words.

"Oh yes, baby... Oh what a nice butt... Oh praise your beauty... I'd fuck her until next July..."

The ladies simply laughed at him. Then, suddenly, Selena, the mistress of private client David, entered the room.

"Excuse me, Madame Chef," she said. "I'm sorry to interrupt."

"What is it?" inquired Madame Chef.

"There is a minor issue with David," she said. "When you kicked him in the balls earlier, I suppose the impact was so intense that his right testicle moved up into his abdomen. It's no longer in his scrotum."

Madame Chef and the other ladies chuckled at the news. "Really?" she asked. "Well, it's not the first time this has happened to me."

"Yes, he was screaming in agony for a few hours," Selena added. "He can now talk."

"And?" inquired Madame Chef.

"He wants to leave," Selena mentioned. "He doesn't want to stay with us."

Everyone in the room waited for Madame Chef's reaction. Although she had crossed David's boundaries, he was a paying client. But Madame Chef was aware of the "no remorse" clause. A clause that most customers are unaware of.

"Well, Selena," said Madame Chef in a serious tone. "Inform David that he's not going anywhere. His contract clearly states that he is not allowed to be released in the event of regrets regarding his treatment. Therefore, he is obligated to remain with us until the conclusion of his stay. He asked for this himself to ensure that he feels like a true slave with no rights."

Selena smirked at this news. "Fantastic," she answered.

"Furthermore, there's a clause stipulating that he be disciplined for attempting to leave early," said Madame Chef. "So, proceed."

Selena nodded and departed the room.

As time went on, Brandon's experiment neared its completion. Heather was growing increasingly concerned, as she knew they would interrogate him soon. She had to come up with something quickly. She couldn't imagine that the brain scanner would expose her. If Brandon spoke the truth, she was in serious trouble. If he lied, then he was in serious trouble.

Finally, the brain scanner began to beep, signifying that the experiment was finished. The computer immediately began scanning M.A.M.A.'s global database of mistresses, both within the organization and any affiliated organizations. The database contained hundreds of thousands of mistresses, goddesses, and dominatrices.

"The computer will now scan and locate the closest match to his ideal image of the perfect woman," explained the assistant who was operating the experiment. "This will take some time."

While the scanner was being removed from Brandon's head, his penis remained erect and pointed to the ceiling. He gradually returned to reality.

"How are you feeling, Brandon?" inquired Une Maîtresse Femme.

"I'm feeling wonderful," he replied. It seemed as if he had just woken up from a nap and had just experienced an erotic dream.

"We can see that," she replied while smiling and looking at his crotch.

Brandon felt a little embarrassed that he was naked and had a huge erection in front of all of these women. However, he realized that this was his reality for the last several days.

"Uh... I'm sorry... I didn't intend..."

"Relax," she comforted him. "You won't be punished for this." But perhaps for something else."

Brandon didn't comprehend what she meant.

"Fasten him to the cross, ladies," Une Maîtresse Femme instructed.

Brandon was released from the chair and prompted to clean up his mess with his tongue. He couldn't believe the amount of precum he had produced. It was as if someone had spilled a pint of semen on the chair and floor. After a few minutes, he managed to lick up his entire mess. [♪]

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A Female Mistress sat back to observe as they readied Brandon for his interrogation. She enjoyed watching guys become bound and powerless.

Jillian and Heather completed securing Brandon to the Saint Andrew's Cross. By this point, his erection had reduced. Brandon was oblivious to the situation, but he was bracing for something excruciatingly painful.

"He's set," said Jillian with a grin.

The Female Head Mistress's hands were practically restrained. She couldn't intervene in this interrogation since her higher-up, Une Femme Maitresse, was present. If Brandon confessed to masturbating, then he'd have to remain at the facility longer. As Brandon's detention was due to the Head Mistress's own wicked intentions, extending his stay raised the risk of her shady plan getting discovered.

Une Femme Maitresse walked up to Brandon's naked, defenseless body and offered him a reproachful gaze. "Seems you're quite the naughty boy, Brandon," she said.

Brandon's heart began to beat faster, wondering what she was referring to. She was quite intimidating.

"Do you have any confessions?" she inquired maliciously.

Brandon slowly shook his head. Suddenly, it occurred to him. "Do they know about the blowjob Heather gave me?" he contemplated. He glanced at Heather.

With multiple people in the room, Heather was terrified to convey any discreet signals to him. "Just don't say anything, please just don't say anything. Don't say a word, no matter what she does," she repeated in her thoughts.

"No?" inquired Une Femme Maitresse. "How about now?" she asked, grasping his balls and squeezing.

"Wooooowwww......." Brandon cried out. His balls hadn't fully recovered after the rough day they endured. And now they faced another assault.

"We're aware that you masturbated, Brandon," Une Femme Maitresse declared. "It was discovered through a brain scan."

She squeezed Brandon's balls so hard he could hardly speak.

"Pleasssseee... Oooooohhhh... Yesssss!!!!" he screamed.

Une Femme Maitresse smiled and moderately loosened the pressure on his testicles, but not completely. "Yes what?" she inquired.

Brandon trembled from the agony as his balls were once again tormented. "Yes... I masturbated," he deceptively admitted.

Heather leaned forward, her head rhythmically bobbing. She felt terrible.

Une Femme Maitresse turned to Heather. "This occurred with you present?"

Heather locked eyes with Brandon. She could see he was trying to help her by sacrificing himself.

"I didn't witness it, your highness," she responded. "I saw his erection upon our arrival here, but I never saw him touch it," she added. "It happened while I was organizing the cupboards."

Heather carried on with her lie. She didn't know what else to do. She knew she wasn't meant to care about the male inmates. They were classified as scum and deserved the brutal treatments. But Brandon was an exception. She never anticipated falling for one of the inmates. It was entirely unplanned. And the agonizing knowledge that a dreadful destiny awaited Brandon left her feeling helpless.

Une Maitresse Femme turned back to Brandon. "Quite quick, huh?" she quipped. "And what happened to the semen? There'd be a mess to clean up."

Brandon needed to think quickly. This had sprung unexpectedly on him. Plus, his balls were in a woman's iron grip. He didn't have much time to mull over a response. He knew he was in a no-win situation. He claimed to masturbate after the Field Day, aware of Heather's presence. But he didn't want to accuse her and throw her under the bus. Would it even help? He'd already falsely admitted to masturbating. Plus, if she denies it, it would be his word against hers. And they'd likely favor the mistress over the male.

"Following the Field Day," he answered. "I was greatly stimulated by Mistress Heather's presence during our time alone. I couldn't resist. I'm sorry."

Heather gazed at him in awe.

Une Maitresse Femme faced Heather. "So, this transpired in front of you?"

Heather faced Une Maitresse Femme, her eyes fixed on Brandon. She could see the look of determination on Brandon's face. He was attempting to spare her from getting into trouble.

"I didn't observe it, senior," she said. "I noticed an erection when we arrived here, but I didn't see him touching himself. I assume it occurred rapidly while I was arranging the cabinets."

Heather adhered to the lie. She didn't know what else to do. A heavy feeling engulfed her. Under regular circumstances, she wasn't supposed to sympathize with the male prisoners. They were all regarded as outcasts, deserving their grueling treatments. But Brandon was an outlier. Feelings she never envisioned forming began to grow for one of the prisoners.

She faces the Head Mistress and states, "I'll take him with me this evening. For his punishment, he can become an extra servant of mine, along with the other five boys."

Heather feels badly about the situation. If he stayed under their supervision, she might go easier on him. But now, Brandon is solely at the mercy of the Head Mistress.

The Head Mistress looks at Brandon and says, "It appears your stay with us will be extended, Brandon." She says this with a sigh. "That's the rule."

Brandon's heart falls to his feet upon hearing the news. He is instantly unshackled and put back on his knees. Jillian connects his balls leash and hands it to the assistant of the Head Mistress. "He's yours now," she says with a grin.

Brandon is led out of the room. He looks at Heather one last time as he leaves, disappointed as their night alone has been ruined.

The Head Mistress seems vexed. Brandon is a loose end for her. She wanted to keep him detained for her sadistic pleasure for just one week. Now, she's forced to extend his sentence. She has to come up with a plan fast.

"I'll be spending the rest of the evening in my suite," announces the Head Mistress. "I don't like to be disturbed. I also want an update on Bill's interrogation in the morning."

The Head Mistress leaves the room.

Jillian and Heather are surprised by the Head Mistress's attitude towards the situation. Usually, they're happy to hear about a male who has masturbated because then he has to stay longer and be punished for it. This time is different.

The Head Mistress appears frustrated with Heather. "You should've kept a better eye on him," she says with irritation.

Both Heather and Jillian are startled by her reaction. Usually, she's excited by males who've broken the rules. This time, however, she's upset.

The Head Mistress storms out of the room, irritated. She had a very eventful day. First, her boyfriend, Bill, had double-crossed her, and now Brandon had been caught masturbating. And all of this was happening while the Une Maitress Femme was there. She regretted volunteering Brandon for the experiment. He is now the center of attention and she needs to regain control of the situation. But first, she wants to pay Bill a visit in the dungeons.

Meanwhile, the Une Maitress Femme arrives at her suite with Brandon. It's her time to unwind after a stressful day with her new male servants that were given to her by the Head Mistress. The four escapees and Ethan are already there, waiting for her return. Now, Brandon has joined them. She now has six attractive young males at her disposal. A great perk of being the Une Maitress Femme of M.A.M.A.

"Isn't everyone in their places?" she asks with satisfaction.

Brandon is shocked to witness the setup. In the living room is a throne-like chair atop an elevated platform. He sees two inmates' faces popping out from the floor where her feet would go. Clearly, they were meant to worship her feet as she sat. He recognizes one of the faces as Alex, Janice's male. He also recognizes the other as one of the escaped males.

Looking even closer, Brandon notices another inmate's face in the seat of the throne, facing directly where the seat and the seat back meet. He recognizes the ass worshiper's male as another one of the escapees. All the inmates' bodies are captive inside compartments below the platform. The astonishing part is they all managed to fit.

Besides the chair, there's another male in the corner restrained by a cock and ball pillory, with his arms held up and his legs spread. He appears to be the ass fucking machine's impaled recipient, which hasn't been turned on yet.

"Isn't he the guy Ethan, caught masturbating?" Brandon recalls.

Looking around, Brandon realizes he is in some company he doesn't want to be. All the men in the room have transgressed a severe rule and are receiving gruesome punishments. And now, Brandon has joined them. He knows he's doomed and there's no way to escape the horrors awaiting him. It's a terrifying realization.

The Head Mistress commands Une Maitress Femme to take Brandon into the bathroom.

Brandon's heart starts racing, and his hands and knees tremble. The assistant yanks on his balls leash, causing him to yelp. They are led to a large bathroom where Brandon witnesses a disturbing sight. Another inmate is strapped down to the floor with his head in a transparent toilet box. This is Jason, who had also attempted to escape.

"Oh god, it's real," he thinks as he trembles. "They do use males as toilet slaves."

Brandon now fears the Head Mistress might be more frightening than he believes in God. He knows his night will be unbearable, yet worse than before.

The assistants rolled in a fitness station into the bathroom. A few moments passed before they began fixing Brandon onto the station. He was on his elbows and knees, with his legs spread, and his butt and balls exposed.

"He's ready, your majesty," one of the assistants confirmed.

Madame Headmistress entered the bathroom. "Thank you, ladies. I'll handle this from now on," she said. "You may leave."

The ladies immediately left the room. Madame Female Master was now alone with the six young men at her service. Her personal slaves.

In the room was a cart the assistants had gathered with all the essential tools for her personal encounter with the guys. The first thing she took hold of was a wooden cane.

"Your ass doesn't have any embellishments," she observed, running her hands over his ass. "A rebellious little masturbator like yourself should definitely have some embellishments."

Brandon prepared for the pain he'd felt before when having his ass beaten with a cane.

Whack... whack... whack... Madame Female Master commenced her unrelenting spanking on his innocent bare ass. Brandon could only helplessly wail in agony. His body jerked in its restraints with each blow. Finally, his wails became pleas for forgiveness.

"Please... Please... Ahhh... No more..." Brandon yelled, with tears streaming down his cheeks. But Madame Female Master persevered, continuing her thrashing until his butt was glowing red and painfully sensitive.

She ultimately paused. Brandon lay there trembling and crying, his body shaking. Then she reached between his legs, grabbed his balls, and pulled them back. She made a loop with her thumb and index finger to stretch his scrotum.

Brandon winced at the unannounced attention to his delicate parts, but nothing could be done to save them.

"Now let's have some fun with these little guys," Madame Female Master said. Then she started tightly caning his balls with the flick of her wrist.

Brandon once again yelled and moved involuntarily, his screams now more shrill than before.

Madame Female Master chuckled mockingly. "Males always change their tone for their balls," she said.

After a couple of minutes of torturing his balls, she finally put the cane away. Brandon lay there whimpering in agony. His entire body drenched in perspiration. His butt and ball sack burned from the beating.

"Shall we continue?" she inquired, walking back toward the cart.

The next item she retrieved was a substantial gel bag with a long tube and anal plug. She took it into the bathroom to demonstrate Brandon's future agony.

"I trust you understand what this is?" she inquired, beaming.

Brandon, having seen some BDSM porn multiple times, recognized what he was looking at, however, he'd never had an enema before. He had no idea what to anticipate. He just nodded his head at the Madame Female Master.

"This is a very specific concoction," she explained. "When your gut is full of this, you'll beg for mercy. But, I'm afraid mercy won't be forthcoming."

Without any hesitation, she hung the bag from the IV stand adjacent to the fitness station. Then she forcefully disengaged Brandon's butt plug, causing him to moan from the sudden stretching of his anus. She then brutally intruded the enema plug into him.

Brandon lay there audibly whimpering from the torment his asshole had just endured.

Next, Madame Female Master fetched a ball gag and forced it into Brandon's mouth, fastened it shut. "I don't want to listen to your begging for mercy just yet," she said, grinning, merely listening to his tormented moans provided her with great delight.

She walked back behind Brandon and took in the sight of his exquisite, subdued body and his exposed butt. She ran her fingers between his legs and mocked his flaccid penis with her fingertips.

"You've been a naughty boy and deserve to be punished, don't you?" she asked in a childish voice, mocking his masculinity.

She then turned the enema bag's valve to let the fluid into Brandon's rear.

Brandon instantly sensed the liquid invade him. Initially, he had no discomfort, but as the liquid continued to flow, he started to tense up. He involuntarily began to writhe and moan.

"Very pleasant," she said, amused. "I'd like you to endure pain for a few hours."

"A few hours?" Brandon contemplated, his abdomen already felt like it could explode, so he exclaimed louder moans and whimpers.

Madame Female Master turned her attention to Jason in the toilet stall. "And as for you, my personal toilet slave," she said, smiling. "Your time will come soon."

Jason uttered wordless shrieks from within the toilet stall as there was a plastic tube in his mouth.

After leaving the bathroom, she was ready to relax on her throne. But first, she had to turn on Ethan's ass-fucking machine. She grabbed the remote control for it and walked over to her throne. Then, she removed her entire garment and stepped onto the platform. The three young men got a glimpse of her curvy, mature, naked body. She had a full yet lean figure, with strong-looking legs, a big round ass, and large breasts.

"You are not allowed to do anything until I instruct you to," she said, looking down at the boys locked into the throne.

She then slid her body towards the face of the male in the back. He was now buried in her ass and staring right at her large, wrinkled anus. Next, she placed each foot on the faces of the boys locked into the platform floor.

The boys at her feet immediately tried to turn their heads away due to the unpleasant foot odor. They gasped for fresh air, but couldn't. She hadn't washed her feet in days, and the smell was intense.

"Mmmm... This is so relaxing," she said, moaning with pleasure. "I had a very long day." After a while, she instructed the boys to start worshipping. "Start with kisses," she ordered. "Do them softly and slowly."

The boys didn't hesitate. They had been with M.A.M.A. long enough to know better than to disobey. Especially a woman as esteemed as Une Maitress Femme.

The room was quiet, with faint kissing noises.

"Mmmmm... Yesssss..." moaned Une Maitress Femme.

Then, she reached for the remote for the ass-fuck machine implanted in Ethan's ass and turned it on.

When Ethan felt the dildo pushing into his helpless asshole, he let out an audible grunt through his gag. "Mmmmmpppphhhh..." His grunting continued with each thrust of the machine.

"Mmmmm..." Une Maitress Femme moaned. "I love hearing the sound of a young man in pain at my mercy."

After several minutes of being kissed on her feet and anus, she decided it was time for the boys to use their tongues.

"Slaves, start licking now," she commanded. All three boys immediately began lapping like dogs. "I want a slow, steady pace. If any of you slack or fail to serve me properly, you will be punished."

The boys obliged, licking her. It was their first time serving Une Maitress Femme. They didn't know exactly how she liked to be licked.

"Ass licker," she said, speaking to the boy servicing her anus. "There's an electrode touching your anus. If you disobey me, you will receive an unpleasant shock to your ass."

The boy licking her ass started to tremble in fear, but kept licking.

"And you two, my foot lickers, your feet are in a device that will whip them if you fail to please my feet," she added.

Both boys continued licking her stinky, unwashed soles despite the unbearable stench. They tasted like days of built-up sweat and filth.

"And of course, I can zap your balls any time I want," she said, laughing.

Une Maitress Femme sat back in her Lioness Throne, enjoying the soft tongues pleasuring her as the moans of suffering came from Ethan and Brandon in the background.

"This is why I love my job," she said, relaxing in ecstasy.

*****

While up in her suite, Une Maitress Femme was enjoying her slaves, down in the dungeon level, Head Mistress was paying her ex-boyfriend a visit. He had been there for a few hours, being brutally interrogated. His screams could be heard from the corridor outside.

Head Mistress entered the room and saw Bill, strapped to a punishment chair. There were welts all over his torso and back. Although she couldn't see, there were probably welts on the back of his legs and ass as well.

She also noticed his balls were in a stretcher attached to the board between his legs. The woman doing the interrogation was in the process of plunging needles into his painful testicles. That's what all the screaming was about. There must have been three or four needles in each one.

Bill looked miserable and in a lot of pain. Head Mistress looked straight into his eyes and said, "I actually liked you, you son of a bitch, but you were just using me. But you know what? I'm over it. You deserve what's coming to you!"

Then, she grabbed a needle and plunged it into Bill's swollen left testicle, causing him to scream in pain.

"Don't show him any mercy," she said. "Do your worst. We need answers." Then she stormed out of the room.

*****

Back in Une Maitress Femme's suite, she continued to enjoy the soft tongues of her slaves. But then she felt the urge to go to the bathroom.

"Slaves, stop," she commanded. They all obliged.

Standing up from her throne, she observed Ethan's ass being relentlessly penetrated by a robotic dildo. Her grin widened as she pushed a button on the remote control.

"Didn't I mention that these toys are inflatable?" she taunted.

Ethan, exhausted from the prolonged ravishment, felt a sudden stretching of his anus as the dildo grew bigger under the device's control. A loud groan escaped him.

"Mmmmmppphhhh..."

Une Maitress Femme left the living room and entered the bathroom, where Brandon was still bound to the punishment bench. The empty enema bag provided no relief to him as he whimpered and begged through his gag.

Ignore him, Une Maitress Femme commanded herself. Her gaze was set on her personal toilet slave, Jason.

"Your turn, boy," she addressed him, soft but menacing.

Silenced by a rubber tube in his mouth, Jason tried to shout his protest. Brandon, though experiencing extreme discomfort himself, couldn't help but shudder at the thought of what was about to happen.

Approaching the toilet box, she sat down. Jason thrashed about helplessly, his pleading inaudible. Before long, Une Maitress Femme began to urinate into Jason's mouth.

Brandon heard the stream hitting the basin and Jason's gagging noises. As she finished, Jason was left weeping and yelling, hoping it was over.

Alas, this was far from it. Une Maitress Femme rose and stood beside the bidet. Jason's cries continued as he tried to not look at the despicable tasks being performed on him.

Une Maitress Femme resolved to complete her mission. She resumed her seat on the toilet box. Jason's cries and gagging filled the room, joined by Une Maitress Femme's gloating laughs. A few minutes later, she stood up.

Jason's pained whimpers turned into sobs. Une Maitress Femme returned to him, the thick sensor in the tube he was gagged with glistening with waste. "You better finish swallowing it all, slave," she said with a smirk. "This tube is equipped with a sensor. As long as it's not empty, your balls will be shocked at maximum power every half-minute."

Jason began bawling, making no progress with the impossible task in front of him. Another sharp zapping noise echoed along with Jason's screams. Resisting no more, he reluctantly started consuming the mess that awaited him. Her words echoed in his mind as Jason sat there, wasted and wasted with the shame of having consumed his tormentor's feces.

She turned to Brandon. "How's my little self-pleasurer doing?" she giggled. "Are you regretful for your disobedience?"

Brandon nodded, practically crying in agony. His intestines burned from the liquid trapped inside them. The throbbing cramping did little to help this whole ordeal seem any better.

"It seems I'm only getting half-hearted apologies," she declared. "We'll continue this a little longer."

Brandon started whimpering once again. Then another ear-splitting scream emanated from Jason, battered by a brutal ball zap. Une Maitress Femme paid him no mind. "How's my little self-pleasurer doing?" she asked again.

Brandon continued to moan, but she saw right through his words; he was playing her game.

Picking up a pair of nipple clamps, Une Maitress Femme moved nearer to Brandon. "I think you could use a little more attention," she purred.

Brandon was at her mercy as she clamped her new toys onto his nipples, tightening them. His whimpers grow louder, accompanied by his breathing. His nipples burned under the pressure of the clamps.

Another boom slammed through the room as Jason reacted to yet another ball zap. His shrieks of despair were mingled with sounds of a slurping, gagging, and coughing soon to follow - a dark, ominous sign of giving up on fighting.

Une Maitress Femme retreated from the bathroom, leaving Brandon in distress and Jason strained on the punishment bench. "Adding something" was just the beginning. Her huge smile spoke volumes. She had other plans. The ordeal was far from over.

Jason was battling with the waste in the toilet when he got another shocking ball strike. His body spasmed once more. He pushed through the awful taste and texture to prevent another shock and finally gulped down all of it. His gags and gags of disgust continued for several minutes more. The taste of fresh excrement lingered in his mouth. With his current circumstances, he hoped Maitress Une Femme would come back soon to wash the excrement taste out of his mouth with her pee.

In the meantime, Brandon was still dealing with his nipples and bowels. How much longer would he be in this condition? It was grueling. He had to find a way to distract his mind from his discomfort. The only thing that came to his mind was Heather. Despite his efforts to keep her out of harm's way, he still had strong feelings for her. After all, he experienced some fantastic experiences through her. From a young man's perspective, at least. Via her, he had a taste of paradise in this hellhole. But unfortunately, because of her, his time at this M.A.M.A. facility stretched on. However, he can't be mad at her. She provided him with what he longed for, putting herself at risk to alleviate his pain. Although she didn't anticipate they would find out about it. For Brandon's benefit, at least everyone believes he merely masturbated. Considering the situation, it could be much worse if they thought he voluntarily coerced a mistress to give him oral sex. Brandon didn't even want to think about the repercussions. He might be the one in the toilet box instead of Jason. Seeing what happened to Jason made him finally grasp the brutality of this place. Physical torment is one thing, but being driven to ground level. Being disgraced to that extent. Even though he was making a substantial effort to obey to leave this place as soon as possible, he still ended up in this situation.

Ironically, the last thing Jason said to Brandon as he ran past him during the escape attempt was, "I'm fed up with licking toilets." And now there he was, a human toilet himself.

Brandon stayed lost in thought and lost track of the time. His insides were still tense and burning, and his nipples were still tingling. It had probably been an hour when Maitress Une Femme came back. She held his hair and yanked his head up to face hers.

"Did you learn your lesson?" she inquired, her tone stern. Then she cleared the nipple clamps and started unfastening his ties. The mouth gag remained on him. "Go empty yourself in the toilet," she ordered, pointing at the actual toilet bowl.

Brandon leaped off the bench and rushed to the toilet, sitting down anxiously. He found out he still had the plug in his ass.

"You should have crawled there," she scolded immediately.

Brandon had forgotten entirely.

"You can remove the plug," she instructed. "But put it back in when you're done."

Brandon reached beneath his buttocks and extracted the plug. Then with a sudden burst, he began to expel the enema liquid, along with his own waste, from his ass. Normally, Brandon would be embarrassed to do such a thing in front of someone else. However, at this point, he was beyond caring. He was becoming accustomed to being mortified like this. Humiliation was an everyday experience for the males at M.A.M.A.

Maitress Une Femme watched as Brandon emptied himself. She was perched directly over Jason trapped in the toilet box. He could hear Brandon's explosive release.

"I might have him expel everything into your mouth next time," she said with a sinister grin.

Jason mumbled desperate pleas and protests. He was completely helpless. She could have anyone use him as a toilet. The thought of being compelled to consume another man's waste was both frightening and extremely repulsive.

Maitress Une Femme didn't think it proper to do such a thing, but she enjoyed messing with the inmates' minds. She enjoyed witnessing the terrified and powerless expression on Jason's face. It was just another way to add a new layer of fear.

When Brandon was finished, she instructed him to clean up using the bidet. After he was all cleaned up, he fell back into his normal crawling stance.

"Follow me," she commanded. They left the bathroom.

She moved over to Ethan and started removing his restraints but left the gag in place. Ethan displayed a look of relief. He immediately hit the floor and crawled. His butt plug was immediately put back in.

"It's late," she stated. "It's time for bed."

They followed her into her bedroom. Brandon dreaded what awful fate awaited him. Only recently, he had been hung up like a showpiece in a vacuum bag. He was sore all over and exhausted.

When they walked into the room, they could immediately see a gigantic mattress with stocks at the base of the headboard and a steel bar cage beneath it. The cage's door was locked, and within it, a man was visible. One Madame Woman walked up to it and unlocked the cage's door.

"Step outside, Pierre," she requested. "It's your turn to carry out your nightly responsibilities."

Pierre emerged from under the bed and stood. He was a tall, muscular male in his late twenties, large in build. Both Brandon and Ethan were taken aback by the size of his flaccid member. To their surprise, he began stroking it to get hard. This was something that wouldn't be accepted at M.A.M.A., but for some reason it was okay in this case.

"Here's the handcuffs for you, boy," the One Madame Woman said while looking at Ethan, referring to a pair of cuffs.

Ethan switched positions and he was handcuffed behind his back. Then he slowly made his way into the cage, its door locking behind him. "This is where you'll be residing tonight," the One Madame Woman assured him.

This left Brandon wondering where he'd sleep. And it wasn't long before he discovered the answer.

"And you, Brandon, will be sleeping elsewhere," she stated, directing towards the stocks at the base of her bed. She then lifted the stocks and asked him to place his head and hands inside. Unwillingly, Brandon complied. Then she shut the stocks and secured them in place. Brandon now knelt there on his knees, with his head in the position where the One Madame Woman's feet would land while she slept. Suddenly, he realized how vulnerable he was, especially his ass. Then he turned his head and noticed Pierre was fully erect, his huge black cock was the biggest he'd ever seen.

"Will she make Pierre fuck me?" he agonized in his thoughts. "No, no... his cock shouldn't go into my ass. No ass could handle such a big cock..."

The One Madame Woman slapped his burning ass hard, causing him to yelp in pain. His cheeks were still hurting from his previous punishment. She then reached into her drawer, grabbed a tube of Icy-Hot, and began spreading it generously on his penis and testicles. Within thirty seconds, he felt the sting.

"Mmmmpppp" he groaned into his gag.

"There it is," mentioned the One Madame Woman. "Chastisement for a masturbator. Burning genitals. Hahaha."

While Brandon struggled to tolerate the burning shaft, she climbed onto the bed and looked at Pierre. It appeared Pierre was probably her personal sex slave or something like that.

Pierre rammed himself into the bed. The One Madame Woman raised her knees, and Pierre settled between them, beginning to lick the woman's pussy. Unluckily for Brandon, this meant Pierre's testicles and erect cock were now inches from his face. He had to continue enduring the sight for a few minutes. But he was relieved that his ass wouldn't be penetrated by Pierre.

The One Madame Woman could be heard moaning in pleasure, her legs spread as Pierre licked her. Then he began kissing her in the upper body and tasting her big breasts a bit. Afterwards, they moved on to the main attraction. Pierre inserted his massive, thick cock into her pussy. Brandon had a clear view of her pussy lips engulfing Pierre's thick, black cock. He began to thrash her rapidly and heavily, with his balls smacking her ass. The One Madame Woman moaned with pleasure.

"A cock that large might not be suitable for an ass, but clearly it's perfect for a 50-year-old pussy," Brandon thought to himself. The One Madame Woman was taking the pounding like a pro.

Minutes later the One Madame Woman shrieked in ecstasy as Pierre reached an orgasm. Pierre promptly exited the bed and knelt beside it. He, too, was still solid and releasing precum.

A few minutes passed and the One Madame Woman unlocked the cage and permitted Pierre back inside. He cozied up next to Ethan, his still rock-hard penis only millimeters from Ethan's face. They were squeezed tightly together, with their knees slightly deflected into a 69-like position. Ethan seemed nervous. "What does she imply by 'play with'?" [

"Then he might become slightly wild," she continued. But bear in mind, no touching each other's genitals!" Then she drew the curtain across the cage as Ethan murmured some last-ditch pleas into his gag.

Une Maitresse Femme returned to the bed to rest. She placed her feet right in Brandon's face. Due to the mouth gag limiting his breathing only through his nose, he was instantly struck by the repulsive smell. Even after being licked by the other two inmates captive under her throne for an hour, the odor was overpowering. His only option was to endure the stench of her aged feet through the night, or until he fell asleep. His position was less than ideal, but better than being suspended from the ceiling like the previous evening.

Concurrently beneath the bed, Ethan could sense Pierre's erection and testicles. They emitted a mixture of Une Maitresse's vagina and his masculine aroma. He couldn't imagine Pierre remaining hard. As a bisexual person, he probably enjoyed lying naked beside another man. Then suddenly, he sensed a soft kiss on his testicles.

"Oh my goodness no!" he considered. "Let me out. I'm not gay."

He tried to shift away, but there was no space. And he couldn't force Pierre away because his hands were handcuffed. He started crying into his gag, hoping Une Maitresse Femme would hear him and free him. Pierre, however, was relentless.

"Flleassee ssttoophh" he mumbled through the gag, followed by additional breathing and grunts. Pierre had no intention of stopping. This was not his first time.

Although Ethan was displeased with having Pierre's balls kissed, he had to acknowledge that it was preferable to what the mistresses had been doing to his balls. He wasn't homosexual, but it felt pleasant. Shortly, Pierre's kisses became licks.

"Mmmmpphh...Noooo..." he mumbled again, attempting to struggle.

Ethan's hands were handcuffed, but Pierre's weren't. He grabbed Ethan's head and shoved it into his crotch. Ethan tried to resist, but Pierre had him pinned against the back of the cage. He clasped Ethan's head in his crotch and began thrusting his hips and rubbing his balls all over Ethan's face. Meanwhile, the ball licking transitioned into ball sucking. Pierre was in ecstasy, taking advantage of Ethan's misery.

Brandon could hear something happening below, but he didn't have a clear understanding of what was going on. He sensed moans and sobs originating from Ethan, as well as slurping and sucking sounds. The only thought he could conjure was how fortunate he was not to be the one in the cage with Pierre.

Une Maitresse Femme drifted off to sleep, her lips curled in a smile as she heard Ethan whimpering and crying under her, while Brandon whined as his throbbing phallus burned. The sounds of tormented young men aiding her in falling asleep.

to be continued...

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