By SubstituteWriter
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Copyright 2025 by SubstituteWriter, all rights reserved
[4,867 words]
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
I was a teenage slave
(Becoming a submissive male
and how it shaped my life. This story is how and why my early life
shaped me into understanding and completely serving the Matriarchy.)
Call me Timothy. At least until you’ve taken control of me, then it’s
usually Tiny Tim. Thanks to ADHD, autism and puericil, my entire life
has been devoted to serving the most powerful force in the universe:
women.
I grew up in a small community, the oldest of five
kids. My father lost his battle to alcoholism, leaving my poor mother
to raise me and my four sisters by herself. They didn’t need me to make
trouble, so the Autism/ADHD diagnosis led mom to feeding me not only
Adderall and an anxiety medicine but also puericil to help keep me
docile and obedient.
At first it was just a family thing, but
my sisters decided they could shape me into a slave. It made no
difference to me, since I was happy to follow their every demand. It
was like I had no mind of my own and that’s how I preferred it.
I mean, I did learn things in school and maintained a ‘B’ average. It’s
just that I had no willpower or even any desire to do things on my own.
I always wanted a girl to tell me what to do. My mom learned that early
on and sort of left me alone. She knew I’d finish all my chores. And my
sisters knew I’d finish their chores as well.
The slave thing started on my 12th
birthday. My 9-year-old sister Tara decided she wanted to give me my
birthday spankings. It was just me, my mom, Tara, my 8-year sister
Tasha and the 7-year-old twins Tracy and Angel. We’d eaten the cake and
I opened my presents.
Tara asked my mom (her name is Terri) if
she could the honors and she agreed. So, everybody spread out on chairs
and the sofa in the living room while Tara took a chair to the middle
of the room. I was standing next to her when she suddenly announced she
wanted to do it “on the bare bottom.”
Everybody laughed when
she said that, including my mom. Before I knew it, I stripped off all
my clothes and handed them to Tara, who passed them on to Tasha. I just
naturally stripped when she said she wanted to spank my bare butt. I
didn’t resist in any way.
Of course, that surprised my family
a little bit. Tara took it in stride and told me to lay across her lap,
which I did without hesitation. She delivered 12 pretty solid slaps to
my butt and then stroked my butt with her soft right hand and asked me
if I was okay.
“Of course, Tara, I just wanted to make you happy.” I mean, it did burn a little but she was only nine so I could handle it.
Tasha then asked if she could also spank me. I said sure and stood up to allow Tara and Tasha to change places.
“You’d do whatever I wanted to make me happy?” asked Tasha.
“Of course I would Tasha. You’re my sister and I love you.”
“Us too?” Both of the twins shouted in unison.
“Why yes, of course Tracy and Angel, and mom too.”
“It’s nice to have a brother like you,” Tara said as she sat next to mom.
After Tasha got her licks in, the twins wanted to do it together, so my
butt really never got a chance to rest. Mom asked me to turn around and
stand there as they all admired their handiwork.
Mom had me
take my clothes to the washing machine. My sisters all changed into
comfortable clothing while I just stayed naked. I was going to do the
laundry anyway.
About a half-hour later, Tara and Tasha came to see me in the laundry room.
“Your butt is so red,” said Tasha. “I’m glad you didn’t put any clothes back on. You’re really a cool brother.”
“We have something to ask you Timmy,” Tara began. “We wondered if you’re really serious about making us happy.”
“Yes, of course I am Tara. Whatever you want, I’ll be happy to help.”
“You know Kathy, my best friend, she’s having a small party this
weekend and I wondered if you could come with Tasha and me. You’d be
the only boy at the party but you could be like our butler, helping
Kathy with things. We’ll go early to help set things up and you’ll be
our private servant. Does that sound like something you’d do?”
“All you have to do is ask. Just tell me where to be and when to be ready. I’m happy to help you guys.”
“Timmy, will you be able to be naked at the party too?”
“If that’s what you want, of course I’ll go naked.”
The smiles on their faces were so precious. It made me feel good to be
able to do that for them. I know mom would be proud of me too.
That was the beginning of a new life for me and after what happened at
the party, it was also the beginning of Tara and Tasha’s servant
business. That’s a story for another time.
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Teenage Slave Part 2
(In which Timmy gets help from an adult in helping him prepare for his
debut as butler/servant/slave for a group of young girls.)
Saturday morning at 7 a.m., Tara and Tasha both entered my bedroom and
started jumping on my bed. I rubbed my eyes open, threw off my blankets
and jumped out of bed.
“I see you’re all ready to go,” Tara
said, noticing my morning wood. It was pretty obvious since I left the
laundry in the dryer last night and just went to bed nude.
“Opps, sorry about that Tara. It’s just a boy thing. I need my morning pills and that will help,” as I tried to hide my boner.
“You just keep those hands at your side,” Tasha said. “It’s pretty
cute. Besides, we’re your sisters and we can see whatever we want. Mom
said it was okay.”
I dropped my hands and just stood there
while Tara jumped off the bed and headed for my dresser, where I kept
the pills I needed to keep me calm. She grabbed the necessary dosage
and brought them to me while Tasha grabbed a glass of water out of the
bathroom and handed it to me.
That part of the routine
completed, Tara informed me we were going to Kathy’s house to help set
up the party and I had to be suitably dressed.
Tara and Tasha
worked together, fitting me with a bowtie, a baby’s bib and a pair of
soft, pink slippers with rabbit ears. I felt kind of funny having to
wear this costumer but my sisters assured me it was only proper and
that I had nothing to hide from girls now that I turned 12.
Kathy, who was also nine years old, was hosting a social party. It
wasn’t anybody’s birthday nor was it a special occasion. It was just a
chance for some of the neighbor girls to get together and feel like
special young ladies.
Tara had cleared everything with Kathy
and her mom and everybody was looking forward to me being the
butler/server. Kathy’s mom was also going to help me set things in the
kitchen and the dining room.
Tara and Tasha brought me into
the living room after being suitably attired for the day. Tracy and
Angel were there watching cartoons and they giggles when I walked into
the room.
Tara asked the twins to watch me while she and Tasha got ready. My mom came in a few minutes later.
“Why aren’t you the cutest little boy Timmy,” she said. “Are you ready for the big day?”
“Sure Mom. I pretty much know what I’m supposed to be doing and Kathy’s mom will be helping too.”
“I spoke with Talia last night,” my mom said. “She expects you to be on
your very best behavior. I know you’ll do fine. Just remember to be
polite, work hard and do everything that is asked of you. And remember
to call to address Kathy’s mom as ‘Ma’am.”
“Of course. I want
to make you, Tara and Tasha proud. This is something I might want to do
as a job someday, though not necessarily like how I’m dressed now … “
“You’ll be a success whatever you do. You’ve always been a good boy,
especially after you were diagnosed and properly medicated. That
puericil performs miracles.”
A short time later, Tara and Tasha came over and said it was time to go. That I had a lot of setting up to do.
My sisters were dressed as though they were going to a fancy party in
the English countryside. I was wowed by the way they looked, both
wearing white gloves too.
Tasha took my left hand and Tara
took my right hand as we headed out the front door for the short walk
(a block and a half) to Kathy’s house.
I’ve known Kathy since
she and my sisters started playing hanging out in kindergarten. I knew
Kathy’s mom too. She’s an old friend of my mom. I always felt
comfortable around them.
Kathy started going to a private
school this year, but she and my sisters were still great friends. As
we walked the short distance, Tara and Tasha were telling me that the
three friends who would be at the social were part of the “elite class”
but they weren’t snobbish either. The party was the first chance Kathy
had to bring them to our middle-class neighborhood. She hoped they
would see how proper she could be. That’s why it was more formal than
usual.
I was going to be the head waiter in charge of the
service and it was important to show the difference between the help
and the “gentry.” That’s why I was supposed to dress a certain way.
Kathy was already dressed up as we arrived at her home; She smiled when
she saw and looked me in the eyes when she said “I do appreciate your
help Timmy. It’s important for you to act as a butler and waiter. It
will make a good impression with Millicent (Miss Millie) and Rosalita
(Miss Rose) and that will help me and your sisters.”
“I’m ready … uh, should I call you Miss Kathy?”
“Yes, and you are also to address your sisters as ‘Miss’ as well. We’re
going to be very formal today. My mom is waiting for you in the
kitchen. You’re excused.”
The girls retired to the ‘parlor’ or
whatever they called it. Kathy’s mom looked up as I entered the
kitchen, smiled and said “Good morning, Timmy. I’m glad to see you. I
think we’re going to be good partners in making this social happen.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“The first thing is to protect yourself in the kitchen. I’ll put you in
an apron. We don’t want your pretty body to get dirty or hurt.”
Kathy’s mom brought out a pink apron that she wrapped around my waist
and tied off, with a nice bow, in the back. My private bits and chest
were covered but there was no protection in the back. Anybody poking
their head into the kitchen would see my bare ass sticking out.
I stood in front of her as she brought out a binder, which contained a
lot of pages of recipes and servant instructions. She patiently guided
me through the instructions, making sure I understood I was to stand at
attention, my hands behind my back and out of the way unless I was
called upon to serve a young lady. I was only to approach on their left
side to portion out the food or fill their glasses.
“These are
ladies,” said Kathy’s mom, who had a habit of touching my butt whenever
I needed extra attention. “You are to show them respect. You must never
speak unless asked a question nor should you ever make eye contact with
them. You are in their service and must act accordingly. Any mistakes
will result in a punishment and I can assure you it will not be
enjoyable in the least. Do you understand Timmy?”
“Yes Ma’am, I do understand.”
“Very good, now let’s go over this checklist on setting the table … “
It was way more complicated than just grabbing a plate and serving
yourself. I must have referred to that checklist a hundred times to
make sure I had the bowls, the plates and the silverware in the right
spots. I had to set out bowls for soup, salad plates and dinner plates.
Then there were glasses for water, cups for tea and sets of sugar bowls
and cream pourers. There were two sets of cloth napkins and I had to
make sure the candles were properly lit. I also had to wipe and dust
every chair.
Kathy’s mom watched me closely, offering
suggestions as I went about setting six places. She corrected every
mistake (I made dozens of them!) and made me re-do everything until I
got it right.
After the table was set, we returned to the
kitchen to prepare the four-course meal. The menu included a platter of
various cheeses and crackers, finger sandwiches and minestrone soup,
skinless chicken with peas and carrots, and a dessert tray of various
tarts, cupcakes and chocolate figurines.
Luckily, Kathy’s mom
started on most things. I had to arrange the cheese and cracker
platter, heat the soup, steep the tea, make the sandwiches, and arrange
the dessert tray. I was glad it was for six and not sixty!
As the meal was coming together, Kathy’s mom took me aside to make sure I was in the proper state of mind.
“It’s very important that things go smoothly, so I want to give you
some sayings to remember and to repeat to yourself as often as you can.
Understood?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Good. Now repeat after me.
‘I am in service to these ladies and need to keep them happy.’” She
asked that I repeat that three times. Then: ‘I respect and admire all
women no matter what their age and will strive to meet their every
need.’ I repeated that three times. Then she had me repeat each one for
the next few minutes.
When she was satisfied, she addressed me
once again. “It is very important that this social goes well and I’m
trusting you to behave accordingly. I know you are an outstanding young
boy Timmy and this could help your own future.”
She combed my
hair, brushed a wet washcloth over my face and stepped back to inspect
me. Then she took away the apron and sent me to fetch the girls from
the ‘parlor.’
***
Teenage Slave Part 3
(Timmy is tasked with serving five girls and a woman all afternoon and it leads to a special invitation)
Just before departing the kitchen, Kathy’s mom stopped me. She put
white satin gloves over my fingers and palms. “These cannot get dirty
Timmy,” she said. “And when you announce the luncheon, give them a
little bow.”
With that, I walked to the parlor. The door was
ajar, and so I took a few steps into the room before announcing “Miss
Kathy, milady’s, lunch is served,” and giving a slight bow. Kathy,
Millie and Rose looked up briefly without any expressions on their
faces. Tara and Tasha, though, started for quite a few seconds.
“Thank you, Timmy, lead the way.”
I turned around as stiffly as possible and began walking slowly toward the dining room, a few yards down the hall.
The girls continued gossiping about things at their respective schools.
Kathy, Millie, Rose and Tara were all in the fourth grade. Tasha was a
year behind. All five of them were dressed like royalty. My penis
certainly reacted to their beautiful dresses, which highlighted cute
faces.
I sat each of the girls individually. My sisters
continued to stare at me but the other three were very formal, sitting
down and placing their napkins under their chins, as though I was not
on the room.
Kathy’s mom was also there, sitting at the head
of the table. “Please fill our water glasses Timmy and then bring out
the tea cart.”
“Yes Ma’am.” I approached each from the left
side, pouring water from a ceramic pitcher into each glass. The girls
barely noted my existence, instead talking among themselves.
I retrieved the cart with the teas, sugar, milk and spoons. Rolling it
just behind Kathy’s mom, I stood at attention, hands behind my back
until Kathy’s mom tapped her glass for silence.
“Timmy will be
coming around serving the tea. Please remember it’s hot. You’ll have to
tell him if you want sugar, milk or a spoon. Proceed.”
I
wheeled the cart to each girl, and each made their choices. I served
the sugar and milk with a small spoon. After I made the round, Kathy’s
mom again asked for their attention.
“Timmy will be serving
the first course in a few minutes, a fine selection of cheeses,
crackers and fingers sandwiches. Run along Timmy.”
And so, the
luncheon continued through four courses. When I wasn’t in the kitchen,
I stood at attention behind Kathy’s mom, which gave the whole room a
good view of me, though it didn’t seem they were looking, except for my
sisters of course.
As the afternoon proceeded, I caught part of the conversations. Here are some of the more relevant voices:
“Your butler seems rather young,” Millie was saying to Kathy. “He’s a mere child.”
“He’s 12 years old and in the seventh grade,” Kathy said. “As you know,
Tara and Tasha are his sisters and they are helping him be a good
servant.”
“Really, the seventh grade? He looks more like the
boys in my class. He is doing a good job I might add, unlike the
immature fourth graders.”
Rose asked Tara why I was so bald ‘down there’ and my sister explained how puericil worked to delay the maturity of a boy.
“It also helps him be more obedient,” Tasha added. “He’s even nice to the twins.”
“It is so hard to find good servants,” said Millie. “I might like
having someone like your boy around. It would be better than having
someone old enough to be my great-grandfather. If he’s really as good
as all that, he could help you join the Girls Matriarchy Society. Would
he be available for meetings?”
“Of course he would,” Tara said. “He’ll do anything we tell him.”
Millie and Rose looked at each other and nodded slightly.
After the luncheon was complete, Kathy’s mom had the guests return to
the parlor while I cleared the table, rinsed off the plates, utensils
and glasses and then loaded the dishwater.
The girls settled
into the parlor while I cleaned up. Kathy’s mom said I should bring the
drink tray into the parlor and wait for further instruction.
The girls were relaxing in large, comfortable chairs scattered about
the room. They were talking about the differences between public and
private schools and how you had to follow strict rules at the private
school.
Again, they paid very little attention to me. At
various times, one of the girls would call for me and the cart and I
would pour a juice or soda into a glass of ice for them.
Then Kathy called for me to stand in front of her, my hands behind me.
“The luncheon is over Timmy so you don’t need to be dressed so
formally. In fact, you don’t need to be dressed at all. Please remove
everything, including that cute bowtie.”
I felt slightly
self-conscious since I had never done anything like that except at
home. But I only hesitated a little bit before the gloves, bib, tie and
shoes. My sisters were smiling and silently clapping that I obeyed so
quickly.
“I think Mille needs you for something,” Kathy said. “Hands on your head and walk over to her.”
“Yes, Miss Kathy”
I walked stood I over and in front of Millie, my eyes slightly lowered. “May I be of assistance Miss Millie?”
“Yes, I want to put my legs up and I need you to get on your hands and knees for me, so I can use you like a table,” she said.
I had done a pretty good job of keeping myself in balance but when she
asked for me to be a table, I grew embarrassed and turned red. But I
still did as she asked.
After she put her feet on top of me,
Millie began asking about certain things I would do if invited to a
meeting of the Girls Matriarchy Society. My sisters said I would do
everything asked of me.
Millie turned to Rose and Kathy. “Great, then it’s settled. He’ll be at tonight’s meeting.”
***
Teenage slave Part 4
(In which Timmy becomes a slave to the society.)
I was waiting for Kathy’s mom to pick me up for the meeting of the
Girls Matriarchy Society. All four of my sisters were reading the
pamphlet I was given. None of them were eligible to join yet and they
were interested in the steps they needed to take.
I was
officially Kathy, Millie and Rose’s guest but I was also representing
my sisters, who hoped to join the society and if I passed the test, it
would look good for them.
All I knew about the society was
they supported female supremacy and female-led relationships. I was
either subordinate to all females or would be the weaker sex of an FLR.
I didn’t understand what it was all about, but Tara and Tasha thought
it would be perfect for me. I would do anything for my sisters so I was
looking forward to it.
My mom sat on the sofa in the living
room as my sisters helped get me ready. All four of them were involved
in giving me a bubble bath, combing my hair, drying me off and spraying
perfume on me.
I had to be naked, of course, but I was allowed
a white robe. I also had to wear a blindfold and my sisters made sure
it was large enough so I could not see anything. I was going to be
picked up and guided into the meeting. The place was a secret.
Kathy and her mom rang the doorbell and were invited inside. Millie and
Rose were waiting in the car. Kathy’s mom gave me last-minute
instructions and advised me that I should follow every order. She told
my mom and sisters that there was going to be about 15 girls, aged 7-17
at the meeting along with a few female chaperones, who were merely
observers. The girls ran the meeting.
Kathy and her mom then
each took one of my hands and guided me to the car. I was told to slide
into the back seat, where Millie and Rose sat on either side. They each
held onto one of my hands so I wouldn’t be tempted to slip off my
blindfold.
While we were driving, Millie told me what to
expect. I was going to be locked in a closet, with my hands tied behind
my back and headphones with ambient noise placed over my ears. Someone
would come to get me for the ceremony.
Miss Millie made it
very clear that it was my big test, and, if I passed, I could expect
many good things to happen to me in the future. I would never be
lonely, she said.
Kathy’s mom drove a long time, making so
many turns, I could not erven guess where I was. Finally, the car came
to a stop and the girls got out of the car. One of the girls grabbed me
by the left elbow and guided me out of the car. After just a few steps,
a door opened and I was led to the closet.
It had to be at
least an hour before someone came to get me. I was led into a room with
bright lights. I was guided up a set of stairs and then walked a couple
of feet. I was turned to face into the lights.
Someone untied
my hands and I was told to keep them at my sides. The headphones were
removed and I heard murmuring voices: all female.
An older girl, probably one of the 17-year-olds, had a microphone.
“We are gathered here this evening to examine this boy for possible service to the Matriarchy.”
A loud cheer went up.
“We will run him through a series of tests to determine his aptitude.
This boy is 12 years old, even though he looks younger. He’s in the
seventh grade and is being sponsored by Kathy, Millicent and Roseanne.
He has four younger sisters and a mother.”
After a pause, the
girl continued. “It’s time to reveal Timmy!” The crowd screamed and
clapped as first my blindfold was removed and then my robe taken off. I
kept my hands by my side. The lights were in my eyes and so I couldn’t
see a thing.
I felt so exposed, more than ever before. I could tell the room was huge and the cheering echoed around the room.
The noise died down when the teenager raised her hands. Then, using the microphone, asked if I was ready.
“Yes, Ma’am, I am ready,” I spoke into the microphone, not recognizing
my own voice. I could only think that were a bunch of girls looking at
my naked body. I felt exposed but also excited. I remembered what my
sisters said and focused on what I had to do.
“Kneel down, with your hands on your head. No talking!”
“You will answer all questions in a loud voice. Do you understand?”
“Yes Ma’am,” I said.
“Louder!”
“Yes Ma’am,” I yelled.
“Very good. Do you believe in female superiority Timmy?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Do you believe that all girls have the authority to issue orders to all males?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Do you solemnly swear to obey every girl, Timmy?”
“Yes, Ma’am, I solemnly swear to obey every girl.”
“Remain kneeling as each girl comes up on stage. You are to declare your loyalty to each one. 25 jumping jacks, now!”
I did as he asked, my penis flipping around with each one. When I
stopped, the first girl walked on stage and stood in front of me. With
my eyes lowered, I said loudly “I swear that I will be loyal to you
Ma’am.”
She told me to turn around and grab my ankles. When I
assumed the position, she spanked me 10 times and I had to count each
one and thank her for it. When she was done, I had to resume standing
with my hands on my head, facing into the lights.
I repeated
the sequence 13 more times, swearing loyalty and then grabbing my
ankles. My butt got sorer and sorer and I had to hold back my tears.
But I never once asked to stop.
Finally, Kathy, Millie and
Rose came back on the stage. They each had a ping pong paddle. I was
told to turn around and stick out my butt. They used the paddle on me
five times each and I finally started crying. But I stayed where I was
and just let the tears flow.
I was turned back around and was
on full display again. I felt so embarrassed, so shameful, but didn’t
say a word nor try to move.
All 14 girls came on stage and
started dancing in a circle around me and chanting “We are the
matriarchy.” I stood there, naked, my hands on my head as they held
hands and danced around me until I could gather myself.
When I
stopped crying, they stopped dancing and moved in toward me, nearly
touching me, and then moved back. They repeated it a few more times and
then marched off stage.
The teenager returned and declared
that I was officially the property of the Girls Matriarchy Society.
Everybody cheered. Then I was redressed, including my blindfold, and
led off the stage.
On the drive home, Kathy told me I would
never be allowed to attend another meeting and that I had to follow any
instruction given to me by a girl from that moment forward. It was my
sacred duty.
I thanked them all when they dropped me off at
home and Kathy’s mom gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Good boy Timmy.” I
was allowed to take off the blindfold after the car sped away. When I
walked into my house, all my sisters and my mom were waiting for me.
They made me take off the robe and examined my butt.
My mom
told me to go to bed as I was and to remember that I was to make
breakfast for everyone in the morning. That made me smile.