Jamie is taken Part 3

bitches."


With this final admonishment, Master left his new batch of slave boys in

a state of acute fear. All of them, including Jamie, thought that the

best they could hope for was to become a castrated, shit-eating

rubber-bitch, a fate none thought attractive in the least way. Only it

was far better than the alternative most thought. None thought they

would be able to best or even match Manuel.


Chapter 6

After Master left the dungeon, his men came to prepare the

slave boys for their new lives. The first step was to remove all of

their body hair - permanently, something achieved with the application

of a very nasty smelling crčme. Jamie was convinced that the crčme would

burn his skin, but when it was rinsed off, his skin was smooth and

hairless and it remained that way. The slaves were then fitted with

their new uniform: white, ankle-high stiletto boots, with a seven-inch

metal heel. They were much, much too small and hurt Jamie's feet

horribly, but still he loved them. Jamie couldn't admit to himself

loving most of what was done to him, but he had to admit that he loved

wearing heels, the higher the heel, the better; the smaller and finer

the shoe, the better. When he felt them squeezing his feet in a

deliciously painful manner, his imprisoned cock once again strained

against it's cage.


Next came a corset. It was made from steel reinforced leather and

extended from just below his ribs, to just above his hips. When it had

been tightened Jamie's breathing had been reduced to labored gasps. Then

a collar was secured around his neck. It was more of a neck corset

really, again from steel reinforced, white leather and it kept Jamie's

chin up and insured that he only looked straight ahead. A large steel

ring dangled down the front.


Finally his ankles were connected by a chain no more than eight inches

long and his wrists, which had been fitted with semi-permanent manacles,