As you guessed, Aurora is one of the Sisterhood of the Lash, and I am “In Hell.” Why would any sane man put up with this kind of treatment? Well, many don’t. These are quickly sent to “The Abyss” and ejected from the community, partly so as to avoid any kind of legal non-consent issues. And there are some put up with it out of fear, embarrassment, and, at least partly, the inability to remove their metal chastity cage (which doubles as a shock collar if any slave ever gets too disobedient.) As it happens, one of the members of the Sisterhood of the Lash also works at the one and only local sex store, where these devices are custom made for the slaves of the island. But there are some, men like me consigned to a hell of whips, chains and humiliation at the hands of beautiful women, who seem to enjoy it, in ways that are hard to explain.
Me? That first night there, when I was brought before the council and subsequently condemned me to Hell, I wanted so badly to simply be eighty-sixed. But yet, somehow, over the course of days, even weeks, Aurora and I; we just bonded. I loved her wit, her persona, thought she was beautiful and fun, and we had common interests. And oddly, I soon realized that I took a perverse enjoyment out of the treatment I received there at her hands, and instead of making me hate her for it, as most sane guys would, I oddly became more attracted to her over it, and the bond became deeper.
Sometimes, it was fun playing “Mistress and servant.” She was the hottest girl I could ever wish for as a mistress, I’ll give her that.
There is something so powerful about being vulnerable, on your knees, in front of a strong woman. She taught me this. It’s indescribable, a mix of fear, lust, and a total peace with myself. So over time, I accepted this, even though I found myself doing things for her that would have sickened the “old me.”
There is an old flame of mine, an old crush, who I still see from time to time on the island. She was a former co-worker, blonde, petite, tanned, and really sexy. She used to flirt with me back in the day, but I was too shy to know how to proceed. Her name was Melanie. Aurora knows about this, and of course that gives her ammunition to torment me. I don’t care about her anymore though; I now only have eyes for Aurora, and nobody else.
And I proved that to her, one special night.
I should talk a little about what life is like for the slaves. We come out here on evenings a couple times a week for a few hours, and on weekends for party times. Mostly, during the weeknights, it’s cleaning and laundry type stuff, small errands, chores, and so on. The girls inspect our work and if they don’t approve, we get strapped to the wall and flogged. (And of course, sometimes they flog us anyway, always finding excuses to do so, simply because it’s fun for them.) At first, it was Kayla, Arielle and Danielle, along with Aurora, who would administer my punishments, but eventually, Aurora took that mostly on herself, saying “This one is MY responsibility.” While we work, we wear humiliating pink frilly shorts, with an opening in the rear, to show our station. And of course all of us wear the metal cock cages. Any hint of willful resistance, they have the ability to literally bring us down on our knees. The cages are linked to an electrode that can be remotely operated. Aurora has the key to my cage, and the “Zapper button” to make sure I don’t have second thoughts about submitting to her disciplinary ways, or even disobeying her orders. I don’t, believe me. Getting zapped in the balls is not something you want to experience more than once. Plus, I have long gotten past that desire to resist. I really do want to make her happy.