The Great Collector

It was the 22nd century, a time of male/female consensual monogamy. The male philandering days of old, were long gone. The change in sexual attitudes had slowly changed over the last 200 years. It began during the middle of the 21st century, amidst an aids crisis, more & more women fearful for there lives began insisting that their partners became chastised, whenever they were apart. Thus ensuring that they would not contract aids or any other STDs from their philandering male partners.

The practice began to spread, as woman began withholding sexual favours from their male partners, when they would not comply with the latest fad. It's unclear at what point in the past this practice became socially acceptable & when men became conditioned to being chastised, but it did. Men still enjoyed drinking & socializing, however they now had to try extremely hard to persuade a woman to make love to them. Woman enjoyed the complete attention they received from their devoted male partners.

Donna, a fun loving & wild young woman, grew up in this new period of male chastity. She spent her days, drinking, dancing & picking up young men, who were only too willing to give her the keys to their chastity belts. She would gladly use these keys in unlocking their hidden masculinity. Donna enjoyed having unbridled passionate sex with her partners. Many of these men would beg her to marry them and accept ownership of their keys for life, however Donna could never find the complete perfect male. Usually after a few weeks, boredom would set in & she would return her current boyfriends keys, consequently ceasing their relationship.

Donna was a consequence of this new social order, as males had became more & more faithful & devoted; females, especially young females, had became very promiscuous & not very faithful at all to their partners.

Donna had a thirst for knowledge, as well as sexual satisfaction, & spent much of her time reading & surfing the net, on her mind expansion quest. It was while surfing the net that Donna stumbled across a new sexual cult that she had never heard of, "The Cult of the Collectors". As she read, she discovered how certain new age woman kept male stables, sometimes numbering twenty young studs, which they would exclusively use for their enjoyment when they had that sexual urge.

These men where only unlocked when the collector desired, & with very large stables, some men found it months between releases. The collectors had concluded that no one man could completely satisfy them. Donna couldn't believe that such women were using men in this way, why would these men allow themselves to be used & abused by collectors, it didn't make sense. However her interest was piqued.

Over the following weeks she read more & more on the subject, devouring every detail. She also found that her current boyfriend was becoming more & more boring; it was time for a change. She didn't believe in letting her boyfriends down gently, she would simply give them back their key & walk away. She was a sexual animal; her prime instinct was her own sexual satisfaction. The male orgasm was not important to her; it was inconsequential. Female orgasm, now that's different. The Collectors had decided that the male role in a sexual relationship was quite simple; to please & satisfy their female owners on demand, with no regard for their own pleasure. Donna had always felt this way herself, but she had always suppressed those feelings of sexual assertiveness. No longer, she would adopt the collector's philosophy on life; she would begin recruiting for her stable. Her latest boyfriend would be given the option of a new life as the first of her male stable. She would let him volunteer to join her stable. She knew she commanded sexual power over men; it was time to put this power to good use. He would beg to join her stable.

She called Peter & told him to meet her, outside their local pub. He smiled at her as he arrived. Donna drew him a stern gaze in return. 'Peter, you bore me, I need more from life than part-time devotion, I require complete devotion from my men, not a boring selfish little prick like you, good bye', she spoke calmly. Inside her heart was beating, adrenaline rushing through her veins. She turned & walked away.

She found herself walking away to the sound of his pleading. He was begging for another chance, he could change. She stopped for a second, the collector's outlook speeding through her mind. OK, I'll give you another chance; in fact I'll give you the opportunity to be the first member of my stable. She proceeded to lay down the rules, they were very simple, She would hold his key, & when the urge took her she would come calling, his body would be used by her as she saw fit; & disposed of, once she was completely satisfied. He would be mutually exclusive to her; she would have other males, catering for all her varying sexual needs. Each of them her exclusive property, used & abused by her & her alone. To her surprised he readily agreed to her set of demands & became the first member of her stable.

She took him to a tattoo artist & had 'Property of Donna - Slave No. 1' tattooed onto his buttock.

Donna quickly found other males who were only too willing to be used by her. She was astounded, at her abilities to attract men who would eventually beg to join her stable. The conclusion was simple, men worshipped her, not only her looks, but her superior attitude, she overpowered them to such an extent, that within a few weeks they would gladly join her stable.

Donna quickly adapted to her new lifestyle, she used the men in her stable in various ways. She referred to them by number, not name, re-enforcing her complete dominance over them. Each one had their number tattooed on their buttocks, re-enforcing their position in life.

Number Two was her houseboy; whenever any household duties were required in her flat she would call him up. He would spend the evening cleaning, washing & polishing, until she was completely satisfied. Once she was happy with his work, she would remove his belt & allow him to pleasure himself. These were the only times that he had any satisfaction, although she didn't always release him.

She referred to number three as her frustration/stress outlet. When she was feeling particularly frustrated & angry, he would be invited round & tethered naked to her whipping post. She would lash him continuously with a particular vicious whip or paddle; until she felt her angry subside. This was much more successful than the meditation some of her friends resorted to. Of course some were used purely to provide her with sexual satisfaction, well a woman has needs, Donna more than most. To re-enforce how worthless they were, she would take them with a strap-on; their cocks still imprisoned, as she rode them to orgasm.

To her family & friends, she lived a perfectly normal lifestyle, but Donna had discovered the power of female domination and the male enslavement, men instinctively wanted to serve & worship their superiors, she knew it, just as other collectors had discovered it. It made her laugh & turned her on whenever she thought of the men under her complete control. She was truly wicked. To subsidize her college fees, she had started up a home help service. This basically consisted of renting out her boys to other women for whatever purpose they required. Although she was keen to ensure that none of her stable would come to any harm, well serious harm anyway. This proved to be a financially successful venture, raising ample cash for her tuition fees, with plenty left over for foreign holidays.

As the years passed, Donna discovered that every now & then a cull would be required. The men in her stable who now bored her or had little earning capacity were dispatched from her stable. She would organize auctions, where slaves she no longer wanted would perform for a selected audience, before being auctioned off. She loved to watch them dance, trying to impress her, hoping for another chance to stay in her stable.

After her slaves had performed for her audience, she would invite bids for the rights to their keys. They were all well trained & bidders were only too willing to pay Donna top dollar for her rejects.

However, her stock required replenishing & these slaves could easy be replaced with young virile slaves, only too eager to please her. It never took her long to replenish her stocks though, as there were also willing submissive men aching to give themselves to this female goddess.

Donna was keen to encourage other woman to adopt this dominant lifestyle. She decided the only way to do this was by showing them the benefits of owning large male stables.

A party was required, a party, to end all parties. She would reveal her lifestyle to her close friends and educate them in female domination. She would require seven members of her stable for the night's entertainment. Each one would serve a particular purpose, she mused over the prospect.

She prepared herself first, taking her time choosing the right outfit. It had to be perfect, reflecting her position as a female goddess & mistress. She pulled on her sheer black stockings, caressing her legs as she did so, next was her satin white blouse, which adequately revealed her ample cleavage. It had to be her tight black leather skirt and high heeled black stiletto shoes to complete the outfit. She stood in front of her bedroom mirror, admiring herself. She could feel herself becoming moist with excitement, as she planned the night ahead.

Her subjects arrived at 6.p.m. sharp. She ushered them all into her living room. "Strip & hurry up about it", she ordered. They immediately complied. As they did so, Donna could feel their eyes on her, she could feel their desire to serve her, their desire to have her. She enjoyed their undivided attention, her nipples hardening as they undressed before her. No one spoke as they all stood naked before her. Donna surveyed the scene, pausing for a minute before walking along her line of subjects, feeling them up as she went. You could feel the sexual tension in the room. She was Mistress of all she surveyed.

Her friends would arrive at eight, not much time to prepare she thought. No one should speak or move without my permission she instructed her slaves, she couldn't help caressing her nipples as she spoke, turned on by having seven men itching to fall at her feet at even the slightest encouragement. Now kneel before your Mistress, eyes to the floor. They duly complied. Donna then grabbed one of her slaves by the hair dragging him into the hall. She led him to the front door & secured him to the wall, leaving only his hands free to move. Tonight you will have the pleasure of being my & my friends' coat hanger, what do you say. "Thank you Mistress", he quickly stuttered. Donna caressed his caged penis. It strained to escape from its confinement, she enjoyed knowing that his pleasure was purely at her discretion, as was the pleasure of all her other slaves. The power surge she felt was intoxicating.

There where two cages suspended from her living room floor, these would host two of her slaves for the evening. It added a certain ambiance to the room she thought, much more pleasurable than having some statues on top of the mantle piece. Another two would be used as coffee tables. Now only two very physically fit specimens would serve this purpose, she thought. Both the physical & mental exertion required to perform this task correctly would be immense. However she had two in mind & quickly ordered them into their table positions. She then sat back in her chair, resting her feet on one of her male tables. Her two remaining slaves where still kneeling & staring at the floor. She snapped her fingers, "Four". Slave number four stood from his kneeing position & quickly moved to his Mistress. He offered her a cigarette, lighting it, before opening his mouth, ready to be used as her ashtray. All of her slaves knew what to do, whenever Donna snapped her fingers. Donna slowly drew on her cigarette, while digging her heels into her table. This was how it should be, she thought. She was proud of herself, of her power over so many men, she could do whatever she wanted, and all of her slaves knew it.

She fingered herself as she smoked, her nipples becoming harder & harder by the second. She could feel herself beginning to come, as her naked slaves strained in their attempts not to look. They could hear her, some of them watched her, hoping she would not spot them staring. Donna, however was not interested in who was looking, she was wrapped up in her own pleasure. She put out her cigarette in her slave's mouth. Before standing up and throwing her still kneeing slave to the floor. Donna hurriedly threw herself on top of him & proceeded to ride him to orgasm.

Once she had come, she secured her slave number four into a square steel frame, beside the couches. His head was strapped facing upwards to the metal frame. She then placed a mouth spreader in his mouth. He was unable to move.

Standing-up she grabbed the last of her slaves, by the hair, & dragged him into the toilet. Roughly throwing him to the floor, on arrival. 'Lie face up', she ordered. Now place your head in my toilet box. He had been in this position before, he quickly realized that for the duration of the evening he would function as her toilet. Donna quickly strapped his head into the toilet box. Next she fitted a mouth spreader, rendering him helpless, and exposed. It would be a long night for him.

On arrival, her friends were astonished at the sights that confronted them in Donna's home. They felt slightly awkward, at the sheer number of male slaves & the compromising positions they were all found in. However, as the evening progressed, they amazing became quickly accustomed to using these male slaves for all manner of entertainment. Principally, their own entertainment.

As the drinks flowed, Donna explained that deep within the male sub-conscious, he had an overwhelming urge to serve his female superiors. Quick simply, the more humiliation, heaped upon him, the greater became his desire to serve. It was hard to argue with such overwhelming evidence all around her house.

The party went well. Two of her friends immediately joined the Collectors Cult, & began their own stables. While the others couldn't but agree that the set-up had merits. Serious merits. Donna was overjoyed & made plans to spread the word to the public at large.

It's hard looking back now, to believe that the current social order was once frowned upon. However, when we look back in History, it is obvious that we owe much to that great collector, Donna. She was undoubtedly ahead of her time, but through her courage & perseverance, fighting ignorance wherever she went.

Now, 50 years later, we can relax safely in our natural social order. My male stable of slaves, find it impossible to believe that they once could do as they pleased, having as many partners, as they desired. To them this is definitely unnatural. Men today are much happier & contented serving their female superiors. And as for the female of the species, well I own six slaves, & they keep me constantly satisfied. I'm currently in the process of having a statue erected of the great collector herself - Donna. To whom we are all eternally grateful for instilling the correct & natural way for the human species to live & behave.

The End

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