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At CMNM.net, crafty businessman Joe has always schemed his way into being top dog, but now faced with disgrace and unemployment he’s desperate to do anything to keep his job! Right in the middle of a busy office, he’s been turned into a lowly pup groveling on the floor and using his tongue to shine the office manager’s shoes. And it’s not enough that he’s buffing his shoes against Joe’s big weighty package; he wants to get his mates in on this upstart’s humiliation too!
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Shit-head is led from its pod to the area of the factory I call “Shaving Corner”. It’s time to get this slave completely stripped.
Shaving a slave from top to bottom has several benefits, the most important being psychological. When slaves see themselves in a mirror with no body hair, no pubes, no pit-hair they see their masculinity stripped away in line with their body-hair. They see non-masculine, non-macho, boyish, emasculated, weak objects reflected back at them. Most don’t even recognise themselves. The psychological effects are immeasurable in helping to make the slave compliant and cementing its status as an owned object.
But… And it’s a big BUT… shaving is very time consuming. Shearing a slave properly can take several hours and needs to be done at least once every four weeks or so. If you consider that we might have up to ten slaves in residence, it adds up to almost 4 working days every month; not practical.
By David Sellers
Five minutes later—maybe less—I heard the deadbolt click and the door to the storeroom open.
I groaned, unhappily, and pushed against the straps. I wanted the ballcrusher off. I wanted the gag removed. I wanted out.
“I know, honey,” my husband said, patting my chest, “it hurts, all of it. It’s supposed to. Ten more minutes. Maybe fifteen. Unless you moan and groan—do that and I’ll leave you here.”
I took a deep breath and exhaled. I would be good. I would be quiet.
My husband began to stroke my cock—which is the only thing that makes the ballcrusher bearable. What felt like five minutes went by. I was getting close to coming.
“Yes,” I grunted with the gag in my mouth—I was close. Really close.
Another long stroke. Another. My cock began to throb. With his free hand my husband undid the buckle of the gag and removed it from my mouth. I was right on the edge.
“Permission to come?!?” I said, desperately. “Please? Can I come?!?
My husband let go of my cock.
Bob Smith is ecstatic that he’s finally due to be released from this stinking hole of a prison. But there’s a final inspection to come, and the prison officers have some dirt on him. The power of the guards is always absolute, but the power between the prisoners shifts from one day to the next. Today’s top dog turns into tomorrow prison bitch!
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Under the watchful gaze of the stern prison Governor, the guards strip search feisty inmate Caesar. This prisoner has a long silky foreskin that needs to be skinned back for a thorough contraband search! Plus they need to check behind his big dangling balls and up his tight arsehole. The power crazed men enjoy humiliating and sexually using this angry runt.
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Part 4 – Suspended shackling and slept out night
The clanking sounds of chains woke me up and to tell the truth, I didn’t really want to get up at all. I took my dried socks with me to the stream for our washing like yesterday. I put on the dried socks before breakfast. The food was the same like yesterday. No new instructions were given to us. Eric was released and joined with Vincent and he told us that having his hands shackled above his head supporting the body weight was terrible. We took our tools and proceeded to the unfinished walking path. When I started to walk with William to our working site, I was stopped by a guard and was ordered to follow him. I don’t know why and followed his instruction.