EXTRACT FOR
Femdom Estate
(Miranda Birch)

No sooner had we sat down than yet another slave was at our service. He too was stark naked, apart from the cruel metal prison on his cock. I realised that I hadn't seen a clothed male since my return to the estate. Lucy however dismissed him with a curt wave, saying "later". 



"Very good Ma'am", he uttered meekly, and scurried off. 



"You can take elevenses here in a bit, if you like, but I thought we might talk first. Just ring the bell when you want him." 



She indicated a handbell lying to one side. 



"Now. What you will see here today is the main operation..." 



And she went on to tell me all about it. I really had just seen the tip of the iceberg. Here on her estate, she has over fifty males, all slaves, all kept stark bollock naked and completely chaste, and all living under conditions of iron discipline. To enforce this discipline, she employs a dozen or so overseers -- all female of course. 



Only a few of the slaves work in and around the house, including Lucy's personal slave Roger. Those are the lucky ones, relatively speaking. The rest are engaged in all sorts of manual labour on the grounds: tree-felling, wood-sawing, fence and hut building, path and road maintenance, you name it. These outside slaves usually work in small groups of not more than four, in the charge of an overseer, so they are most closely supervised. 



As I have said, all slaves are kept completely naked apart from the penis restrainer which they all wear. This ingenious little gadget consists of an iron tube, narrow but heavy, which encases the penis and is secured at the base of the organ to a tight ring, this being fastened with a padlock. It is impossible to remove without the key. One way to stop them playing with themselves, I suppose! 



That said, Lucy told me that `relief' is permitted, for health reasons. This is generally granted once a month, though they can go longer without, as an additional punishment -- and often do! The slave granted this privilege takes it kneeling in front of his overseer. The girls love to taunt the wretched wanker as he tosses himself off. Some of them even strip off in front of him, flaunting their unavailable bodies, and making the wretch keep himself on edge until they finally give the command to shoot. Others just regard it as a distasteful chore, to be got over as quickly as possible. It's entirely up to them. The iron restrainer goes back on immediately afterwards. This, mind, is for slaves who are allowed relief; not all are!