Since I was a kid I wanted to go to space, to see the vastness of the universe, to walk under strange suns. But there wasn't much call for my trade, swimming pool lifeguard, on a spaceship, I wasn't rich and I had no skills that were in demand in other worlds. In my time off I used to hang around the spaceport, watching the ships, talking to spacers. I made friends, listened to tales, and dreamed.

In a tavern near the spaceport one evening I made the acquaintance of two women who owned their own ship. They were traders, traveling here and there, taking whatever deal seemed to offer the most profit. It was a romantic life and I envied them. After a few drinks one of them suggested we go to her place for sex. Now, I never had any trouble getting dates or having sex so I was usually rather reserved with strange women, but these women were spacers, and good looking too. Off we went.

I expected to go to a hotel, but no, we headed back out to the port field and boarded their ship. Wasn't it strange that after spending weeks or months in the same small space, they should want to spend their ground time there as well. Was I ever exited! I had never been aboard a working vessel before. The women had a time distracting me from all the wonderful hardware around me, the control panel, the cabin fixtures. I wanted to see the engines but no, they were insistent, and we sported on a large couch/bed that folded out from the wall, excuse me, bulkhead.

I like to think I can acquit myself well on the field of love, and that night was no exception. Kathrine and Louise had no little skill at pleasure as well. After all were sated and relaxed, a small nitecap was offered and much as I wanted to examine my surroundings, I shortly dropped off to sleep.

When I woke, there was a thrilling vibration in the cabin. The ship was under power! I tried to jump up, to see, but couldn't. I couldn't roll over. I couldn't even move. I called Kathrine but there was no response. I called Louise, and with some relief saw her step across the empty space in the cabin to me.

"Shut up, pig!" and she kicked me in the ribs. I could see her towering over me, still naked, and I was afraid. Louise was the heavier of the two women and completely intimidating. At that moment she was joined by Kathrine, wearing a loose sarong that left her upper torso bare. "Well Kat, it looks like the little prick is finally awake. I wonder how he likes space travel so far."

Louise leaned over me, smiling. "You are getting your wish now, little boy. Space travel. You're millions of miles from home already. How does it feel, to be a slave?"

"You're going to sell me?"

"Phoo! Who'd want to buy an egotistical little prick like you? You're our slave, on the ship, to while away the time between ports." Turning to Louise she said, "Lou, he'll be able to move soon. We'd better get the bonds on him now."

The heavier woman looked reluctant. "Okay, I guess I was looking forward to a little struggle, but we might as well. There'll be plenty of time for that later."

One woman sat on my chest, the other on my legs, and a stiff leather collar was fastened around my neck, leather cuffs on my ankles. "Your life from now on will be one of total submission, enforced by physical discipline. You will obey, you will submit, you will be whipped and tormented as it pleases us." I was forced to my feet and the collar was fastened to the wall so I was standing facing the room. Kathrine reached down and held my cock in her hand a moment, then slapped it. The women grinned and shook hands.

Over the next few weeks I learned they meant exactly what they said. My main duty was to please them sexually. They each had a private cabin, and I was most always in one or the other, kissing and licking. Kathrine would fasten a strap to the collar and I was held right up against her pussy, there was no escape. She also enjoyed deep massage over her whole body. Louise liked to take her pleasure seated on me, her cheeks and crack, the backs of her thighs received my endless attention. They never seemed to get enough. I was brought into the main cabin for punishment and demonstrations of submission.

Running the ship seemed to occupy no more than an hour a day. During this time they both sat at the control console, but I was forbidden to watch. The slave collar was again fastened to the wall and I stood there waiting to be used. They fastened large pictures of each other on the wall opposite, and if they saw that I wasn't looking at the pictures, it would be punishment time again.

One day Louise said, "I'm tired of seeing his prick poking out all the time." I was terrified. There was nothing I could do about my erection. I was constantly aroused from the proximity of so much sexy female flesh. I was forbidden to touch it and there was no way to relieve my sexual frustration. It just ached and throbbed all the time. "I think it's time we put the ring in him, Kat."

Kathrine agreed. I was again fastened to the wall, this time my hands and feet as well so I was spread-eagled, helpless and able to watch all the proceedings. The deed was done. I healed in a short time and now I wore a solid metal ring in the end of my penis. The humiliation at being so totally woman-ruled was even worse than the pain.

A light chain was passed through the ring, the ends passed around the backs of my thighs and fastened in front. This held the erection down between my legs, but did nothing to ease the aching, throbbing need for release. The women agreed that it looked much better this way, and though it would be unlocked to tease sometimes, this was the way it stayed. I could no longer urinate standing up, but had to squat in the mColletter of a woman. I was given a new duty, Kathrine would lie on her couch and I would place a lingering and loving kiss on every square inch of her. Nothing could be overlooked or skimped over and then most likely, I would start over again.

One form of punishment they adopted now was to be handcuffed behind my back; the ring chain was attached to the handcuff and pulled taut. Now punishment could continue without any attention on their part as I went about my normal duties. I tried so hard to avoid punishment, but they were implacable.

Every so often the ship would put in to port. Where before I dreamed of going to space, now I dreamed of escape. Louise and Kathrine took no chances on this. When they left the ship I was secured aboard. The chain would be removed, my handcuff would be locked behind my back. A simple spring clip would attach the penis ring to another ring in the wall, and I would stand there, waiting. They made sure I could see the clip, and know how easy it would be to release it, if I could only reach it. I prayed for them to return. Louise had another picture, of her asshole, that she put on the wall inches in front of my face, she said so I could think about how to welcome her when she returned.

The women now adopted the policy of having me stand secured after punishment. They enjoyed taking their ease while looking at the stripes on my buttocks and the backs of my thighs. Sometimes they brought their female customers back to the ship for me to entertain. If they didn't close the deal then, I would be punished especially hard.

Every so often they would refer to the planet Diana. I gathered that they had both lived there at some time. Gradually, I pieced together a picture of the place and I hoped we would not be going there. It did not sound like it would be a comfortable place for me.

The planet Diana was populated entirely by women. They had mastered reproduction without need of men, and only daughters were born. In fact, men were illegal, in the same category as contraband and dangerous drugs.

Male slavery still existed though, it was considered a perversion officially but was still pervasive and widespread. As an added twist, when sexcrime was detected, the women involved were assumed innocent and the man was punished, naked, publicly. The punishments proved to be popular spectacles. As men had no status that allowed them to be legally on the planet, they were held in detention. The women who oversaw the detention centers enjoyed their work and usually picked up a little change on the side, passing slaves onto the black market. It was a cruel cycle for the man who found himself on the planet Diana.

Eventually, inevitably, the ladies ship put in to the planet Diana. I wasn't even locked up here. Kat and Lou didn't believe I would want to escape, as long as I stayed on the ship I wasn't officially on the planet. The women enjoyed a lengthy vacation while I served and entertained their guests. Finally, they made ready to leave. It was curious to look forward to my life of servitude in the isolation of space, such was my relief at leaving the planet Diana.

Just before departure, Louise approached me with a cutter. "I'm removing your ring for you," she said. "Of course, the hole will still be there. Any woman will know what it's for." This last was said as she kicked me out the door onto the field. I had to jump up and run for cover as the ship lifted off.

Alone and naked on the planet Diana.