The Old Courtroom

Introduction of chapter four

Dear precious readers

Sorry that you have been waiting for too long for this chapter but a lot have happened since chapter three, which have been uploaded in a new version as you probably already have noticed.

In the adjusted introduction for chapter three I promised to tell more about the changes and I won’t disappoint you so here it comes.

First I can tell that I have found a nice cruel Mistress for helping me making sure the ‘poor’ sluts will get what they deserve. Right now I only have one slave deep underground but in the bottom line of this chapter you will notice that it will change in chapter five.

The new Mistress is named Mistress Lex or Alexis and I’m sure you will all love her. She hasn’t written an introduction for herself yet but I’m sure she will do later. Right now she has had to leave me temporary due to personal reasons but I’m sure she will be back again fit for fight.

Then I have already told that I have had luck finding proofreaders for correcting the story (I still would love to have more to be ready if some of my proofreaders temporary can’t do the work due to personal reasons). The Mistress responsible for correcting the story is named La Toya. Here is what she asked me to tell in the introduction:

My name is La Toya. I am on of the proof readers for "the Old Courtroom. I have been Mistress for more then 20 years. At this time there are 2 female slaves that live with me 24/7. I do have one long distance slave, she was my first. She is right now taking care of her parents, who were badly hurt in a car accident, by a drunk driver.

I live in the southeast part of Michigan. I have been running my father's company since his passing some 8 years ago. The company must of need a woman's touch, as it's income as grown. My home is well away from other, which allow me to host a party or two for a group I am part of.

I know you will enjoy The Old Court Room.

Furthermore I have found one more co-writer ready to be trapped in this cruel prison located deep underground below the Old Courtroom. Some of you might already know her from the Library. Here is what she asked me to tell in the introduction:

“ Hello to all the readers out there. My name is Jaeangel. Some of you might recognize my name from the posts at the Library Forums, and also as the author of several stories here at the Library. After some time away from the Library due to personal matters, I’m now back, and working with Master Mick on this newest project, ‘The Old Courtroom’. We hope you all enjoy our collaborative effort, and as always, feedback in the form of reviews is very welcome!”

Sounds very nice, wouldn’t you agree? Please remember what she has written concerning reviews as they are our ‘fuel’ for continuing.

Jaeangel has persuaded me that it is possible to write a story using multiple first person. This means that I sometimes write as Mick in first person as well as our ‘poor’ slut Anne played by Jaeangel sometimes writes in first person as well. I have read it several times and I think it is working. Each switch is marked by a solid line. Please tell us if you think it is working in some of the reviews (remember to tell what you think about the story in the review too). If a lot of readers tell us that it doesn’t work we will consider to stop using it but I really hope you like it as it in my opinion makes the story more exciting to read because ‘my’ poor slaves in the story are able to make their adds more personal. 

Jaeangel has also told me that using beta-readers before uploading the chapters of the story can be useful as it sometimes reveal stupid mistakes as well as beta-readers are able to make suggestions for improvement. If you would like to be a beta-reader for future chapter then sent me a letter using the address mickni2000@graffiti.net. Tell me your sex (female or male) and your sexual tendency (Dom or sub) and a few lines describing your desires. I prefer a varied group of beta-readers reflecting all aspects. I promise to reply your letter telling if you have been chosen as beta-reader or not.

I still recommend that you join the group I have made using the link http://groups.msn.com/FriendsoftheoldCourtroom/_whatsnew.msnw. I haven’t done much in the group but it will make sure I can inform you about news and so on. Originally, I had made a Yahoo group with exciting stuff but it has been deleted twice and now I wait for a while with creating a new one as I try to figure out how to make sure it won’t be deleted. It is much work making it and therefore it’s a shame if it is deleted again. Should any of you be interested in keeping a group alive for the story I would be happy to hear. Then you can receive some stuff from me for uploading.

Though I have found co-writers for the story I still will be happy to have more. If it isn’t possible to include you I have planned to make a special group for writers ready to help me creating the chapters. Then you will be able to help us with new ideas for future chapters. Read more about co-writers in the introduction for part three.

We are looking forward to read your reviews and feed-back for this new chapter. If you find it difficult writing reviews then send your comment to the mickni2000@graffiti.net but we prefer your feedback uploaded in a review if possible. Remember to tell us if you have exciting ideas for new chapters. We can’t promise to include it but we promise to keep your suggestions in mind when continuing the story. This gives you the opportunity to have your deepest dark desire included in the story. Finally I want all of you to remember that it is possible to adjust already written reviews if you have more to tell, just find your review and click the edit button.  I think this will do it. Chapter four is longer than usual. I first planned to transfer a bit of it to chapter five but after some thinking I decided to let you have it all as a reward for being patient for that long. As the writing includes more peoples now I will this time write; we proudly present:

The Old Courtroom, chapter four.

Anne’s first real painful punishment.

I decided to visit my secret dungeon and check out how my new pet was doing. I was still quite encouraged to train this slut together with a sadistic woman.

“I think the best would be to find a switch. Then she would be even cruller to her making Anne pay for the pain she had suffered herself in my hands. One idea could be to let Anne see me torturing her making her fear what to be in store for her. My girlfriend would always be superior to her and allowed to do whatever she found good in order to make Anne the most an obedience and submissive fuck and pleasure slave” I was thinking while moving down the stairs.

I found Anne as I had left her sitting in her steel restraints totally exposed and probably suffering cramps not being able to move at all. The drug obviously had stopped working and she was fully awake I could see through the window in the door to her cell. She was looking at the mirror located in front of her. I was quite sure she didn’t like what she saw but I did. She looked absolute lovely in her “dress”.

I opened the door and entered the cell. She immediately started screaming in her gag yelling something, which probably had something to do with her condition and that she probably wanted me to release her. She didn’t recognize me as I was dressed in my favorite Master clothes including a scaring looking hood with only the eyes visible.

Without addressing her I wheeled a whipping horse into the adjacent cell and prepared it for my pet. It took some time preparing it as I had made some exciting modifications and improvements of this well known training and punishment device. Satisfied with my preparation I went to the cell containing my new pet. I couldn’t help getting a hard on looking at her sitting in her restraints and just awaiting what to come.

Still without talking I released her leg restraints. She stretched her legs looking a bit relieved though I could see that stretching them after being fixed that long caused her pain as well as the cunt lip clamps still attached cause her pain especially due to the movement of her legs. I removed the clamps and she firstly looked grateful. I took a step back and looked at her. Then she discovered that removing the clamps was as painful as wearing the clamps as the blood running back made them alive again. She just continued screaming in her gag. I enjoyed it for a while and then I continued releasing her. Though it wasn’t necessary I cuffed her hands behind her back. The time in the scavengers daughter had made her far too weak to resist at least until she had recovered the normal feelings in her limps again.

I was sick of this. The cramps in my muscles had been intensifying over the period of time that I’d been left in the torture device. All I could see was my own body, tightly restrained in this fiendishly uncomfortable position, reflected back to my own eyes from the polished surface of the mirror. The drug he’d given me to keep me asleep was wearing off, too, and it was leaving me with a ferocious headache. As the door creaked open, I tensed, and as soon as I saw him come in, I started screaming, demanding that he release me, let me go home…of course, all that came out was a muffled unintelligible garble, but I think he certainly understood me. I couldn’t see the expression on his face because of the black leather hood over his head, a hood that left only his eyes visible. He watched me for a moment, and I started feeling some anxious anticipation. After all, I didn’t know who he was or what he wanted…scratch that, I knew exactly what he wanted. The way he had tied me made that completely clear. And I would be damned if I would give it to him willingly.

Still, I couldn’t suppress my almost-inaudible sigh of relief as he unbound my legs, allowing me to flex them and work the cramps out of the muscle. I couldn’t help but wince as the movement joggled the clamps on my labia, and my captor must have seen that. He obligingly released the clamps. I felt a moment of relief, and I started to smile and thank him through the gag, only to have the words turn into a howl of anguish as the circulation returning to the clamped flesh made me squirm in agony. I was still trying to recover all the feeling in all my limbs by the time he finished untying me, and though he must have deciphered my incoherent mumbles as a plea to be left unbound, he didn’t acquiesce. Instead, he cuffed my hands behind me.

I undressed her of the tricot as I wanted her buttocks be accessible for the whipping. Then I dragged her to the adjacent cell and placed her on the horse. I quickly restrained her legs to the legs of the horse making her stand with legs widely spread. She had already recovered control of the legs as it actually caused me some strength to restrain them.

“Good, you are already feeling better. It’s excellent that you are able to recover that quickly. Must be because you have a well trained body” I said.

She looked at me surprised to hear me talking. I made sure I talked different as I didn’t want her to recognize med, at least not now.

“Mmmmmmm whhhhaaaatt iiis tisss? Whhhaaaattt aaearre yoouuu douuing?” she shouted through her gag. The gag did a good job. Though she was shouting I almost couldn’t hear her but I understood what she was trying to ask me.

“Don’t you remember? You have signed a contract to be a lifetime slave. And even with no limits at all” I told her laughing. I knew it wasn’t the truth but it would make her think about what actually happened before she woke up in her restraints.

The whipping horse was the kind with to legs at the back shaping an inverted V and a narrow plank for the torso to lie on. The plank was so short that the breasts were hanging free in the air when firmly strapped to it making it possible to whip the breasts as well for instance with a short whip with a triangular leather tongue for the nipples. The hands were strapped to the legs at the front making some movement of the body possible unless the torso was strapped to the plank. I didn’t strap the torso as I had some other plans.

With my feet still numb from the long-denied circulation, I could do nothing but endure the stripping, then stumble into the next cell, in which I knew he had prepared something for me. My face went cold, and my skin shivered in horror as I saw the barbaric device he now seemed determined to strap me to! I kicked with all my strength, screamed incoherently, tried to struggle, but he got me implacably settled on top of the sawhorse, my ankles spread and tied to the rear legs. “Good, you’re already feeling better. I’m glad that you manage to recover so quickly. Must be because you have a well-trained body.”

I jerked in surprise. I was quite sure I’d never heard this voice before, yet some instinct kept telling me I had. The inflections of the voice were different, and yet somehow similar. I couldn’t place it. “What is this? What are you doing?” I tried to make myself intelligible, hoping the owner of the voice would be open to reason, but even though he understood me (I was sure he did) his answer wasn’t what I was expecting.

“Don’t you remember? You signed a contract with me that makes you my lifetime slave, with no limits and no safewords.” He resumed doing…whatever it was he was doing, as my brain whirled. I was sure I hadn’t signed any contract…had I? I’d never agreed to any of this…did I? I couldn’t remember much; the drug that had been given me to make me sleep had me all confused. But I was almost certain that I hadn’t done any such thing.

Almost.

I un-cuffed her hands and then I quickly chained them to the restraints located at the legs. She tried to resist and it caused me some difficulties to make her lie on the plank but as she couldn’t move her legs she lost the battle and she now lay totally exposed on the horse. I couldn’t help putting my hand between her legs rubbing her clit for a while. She frantically moved her ass from side to side trying to avoid my humiliating touch. I gave her a hard stroke with my left hand on the right buttock making her scream again.

“. “A slave slut is supposed to keep her body still if her Master wants to inspect her. This is your first lesson. I am sorry I did touch you, you stink. Smell for yourself!” I said and put my hands under her nose and wiped her face with her own body juices and piss. She actually did smell disgusting not being cleaned between her legs for that long. But it actually excited me as I knew it just added to her humiliation.

“As my hand is already soiled, I’ll just take the trouble of showing you how you are expected to expose your ass during any forthcoming punishments.” I said and took a good grip between her legs and lifted her ass as highly in the air as her leg restraints allowed it.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuu” she shouted out due to the sudden not that kindly touch between her legs.

“Now stay that way,” I said and removed my hand. She immediately went back to the present position.

“OK. it’s OK my sweetie, I forgot you haven’t received proper training yet. I’ll make sure you learn” I said and went to a box located on the floor for the equipment I had already planned to let her try.

“First I need to make sure you’re fully concentrating on what’s important. This is a discipline leather hood with a gag mounted inside. The gag is hollow for feeding purposes, meaning you can wear it constantly. I won’t need to remove it for any reason.” I said smiling inside my hood as I could see she didn’t like what she saw.

I was liking this less and less with every passing minute. Here I was, helplessly restrained over a wooden sawhorse whose narrow plank was digging into my breast bone and causing me breathing problems, and the…jerk who had captured me was feeling up my most intimate flesh with no more concern than if I were some big doll! No. I wasn’t going to have that humiliating touch on my privates again. I twitched my hips to the side, away from his exploratory hand, and when he tried to follow my movement, I twitched my hips the other way. Apparently, he had enough of this, because after a minute the skin on my buttocks heated up from the resounding slap! he dealt me. “A slave slut is supposed to keep her body still if her Master wants to inspect her. This is your first lesson. I am sorry I did touch you, you stink.” I shook my head in negation, and that apparently made him angry. “Smell for yourself!” and the disgusting pig actually wiped his hand, slimy with the moisture from between my own legs, all over my face. I almost sobbed in humiliation. I had definitely not signed up to do any such thing as this! I was certain of that.

“As my hand is already soiled, I’ll just take the trouble of showing you how you are expected to expose your ass during any forthcoming punishments.” He slid his hand between my legs, getting a good grip on my pubic mound, forcing me to hike my hips above the sawhorse, like a jockey rising in his stirrups. His touch wasn’t gentle; in fact, it was a tight, squeezing grip, uncomfortable in the extreme! I let loose a scream behind my gag, letting him know exactly how I felt about such cavalier treatment!

“Now stay that way.” I disregarded his demand and lowered my hips to the sawhorse. It wasn’t the most comfortable of perches, but I’d be damned if I was going to let him think I was giving in to him…and my hips still hurt from their earlier cramped tied position.

“OK. It’s OK my sweetie, I forget you haven’t received proper training yet. I’ll make sure you learn.” He left me, shaking, wondering what this ‘learning’ was going to entail, and went to a nearby box on the floor, which I had seen out the corner of my eye but not really noticed. My heart started pounding double-time when he showed me this evil-looking black leather hood with a grotesque protuberance in the lower front part of it. “First I need to make sure you’re fully concentrating on what’s important. This is a discipline leather hood with a gag mounted inside. The gag is hollow for feeding purposes, meaning you can wear it constantly. I won’t need to remove it for any reason.”

I removed her gag and rubber hood and then I fitted the thick leather hood. First she wouldn’t open her mouth for letting the gag enter but when I tightened the straps located outside the hood she realized that it was more comfortable accepting it than continue to avoid it. I blocked the feeding hole with the rubber plug attached for this purpose. The hissing sound told me she had discovered that breathing only was possible through the nose. She continued to shout and beg for release inside the hood.

“You still won’t learn,” I said and pressed the rubber bulb hanging from her gag. She frantically turned her head from side to side while she felt the inflatable gag expand inside her mouth. Gradually her useless begging noises disappeared and soon only her breathing was heard and I could hear dragging in enough air caused her some troubles but she seemed to be in a condition to get enough air. Satisfied I closed the valve for inflating the gag and removed the bulb from the hood.

I put my mouth close to her ear to make sure she could hear me through the thick leather while I caressed the hood from the outside.

“Good, my dear, you are already feeling uncomfortable inside the hood. Don’t worry, it’s only the beginning. It’ll get worse. Now, if you do as you’re told, maybe I might decide to remove it again. I will now put on your training equipment. These things will teach you how to stand while being whipped. I’m sure you will love it, my dear,” I said and took the nice equipment from the box.

First I locked a heavy steel belt around her waist consisting of two curved steel bands hinged together. Dangling from the front of the belt short curved narrow steel band that had been shaped for going up between her legs. Welded to the middle of the band was a steel wedge that would go up in the cleft when it was in place. The top had been rounded a bit to make sure it didn’t cut her to blood. Furthermore a large number of tiny rounded spikes had been welded on the inside next to the wedge. They wouldn’t puncture her cunt lips but they would surely be painful when they were pressed up between her legs. From the end of the short steel band a length of steel chain had been mounted. I then took the inflatable butt plug and greased it. The plug had a ring mounted at the end. I greased her ass hole and rammed the plug into place. The sounds inside her hood told me it wasn’t a pleasure for her. Then I dragged the chain through the ring and through the cogwheel mounted at the back of her belt and hooked the chain to then wire running from the ceiling. Now the cunt band with the wedge was hanging loosely between her legs. I adjusted the chain until the wedge parted her lips a bit but the spikes still didn’t touch her lips. Then I two steel rods at each side of her hips in two slots located under the plank for her torso at level at her waist band. Two switches with wires running from them were located on the rods at level with the waist band. The distance between the switches and her steel waist band was about one inch. Furthermore she was lying on a third switch located under her stomach connected to a wire as well. Satisfied with my work I connected a tube to her ass plug for inflating the plug. The chain between her legs made sure she couldn’t expel it as this was possible as long as it wasn’t inflated. I took a remote control and took place next to her hooded face again.

“OK my dear, I think you are ready to feel the plug. I won’t inflate it that much as you haven’t been anally trained yet,” I said and pressed a button. The hissing sound told me it worked as well as the head turning from side to side

”Isn’t it lovely? Be careful you don’t come already. Let it last as long as you can.”  I didn’t inflate the plug much. I was sure she would do it herself later during this next part of her training.

“Now I give you some instructions. I will soon leave you for some hours. Your job will be to expose your ass the best you can for the whipping. You won’t be whipped yet. During your training of maintain proper whipping position you can think about it. The whipping is just training to make you learn how disobedience might be punished or it is just done because I feel for it. I have decided to warm you up with the paddle before the cane will do its work. Now try to concentrate on exposing your ass for the cane and the paddle.” I said and dragged in the chain running between her legs. She quickly raised her ass high in the air standing on the tiptoe trying to avoid the spikes and the wedge parting and pinching her cunt lips. The screams coming from her told me it worked.

“That’s good my dear. Remain in this position and I won’t drag again” I said and let loose the chain again. It worked as she remained on the tiptoe. I again caressed her ass and her cunt lips putting my fingers between the steel band.

“I will now leave you. Remain in position or you will be sorry my dear” I said and pressed another button on my remote control. I slammed the door but I didn’t leave. I just took position in a comfortable chair in her cell, opened a beer and waited. I felt good with a cold drink after the work. Anne was beginning to have difficulties I could see. She probably thought I had left her meaning I wouldn’t drag in the chain if she failed. What she didn’t know was that it actually wasn’t necessary but she would soon find out. She moaned inside the hood and then she obviously decided to ignore my commands. She slowly lowered the feet and placed her stomach on the plank and the switch. A click could be heard and then it all happened fast. A magnetic switch unlocked a blocking device located at the ceiling and a heavy spring dragged in the chain running between her legs lifting her feet free of the ground within the restriction of her feet restraints. Simultaneously an air valve was opened for a few seconds inflating the butt plug a little more. After lifting her in ten seconds a humming sound could be heard and a device dragged the spring back in locked position again loosening the chain between her legs again making it possible for her to reach the floor with her feet again. She remained on the tiptoe afraid that she would activate the device again. All three switches had the same purpose meaning if she moved her hips sideward and touched the switches located on the rods the same would happen.

Maybe she thought I still was in the room and that I now had left or she just was stupid. I don’t know but she didn’t maintain position for more that a minute before she tried once more. She frantically moved the head from side to side when it happened all over again. Her body began glistening of sweat but this time she tried it twice as she moved her hips side wards in pain when she was lowered again activating the mechanism once more. I think she now was about to learn what happened as she this time remained perfectly still after she was lowered again. She was still moaning inside the hood. I again took position and caressed her head outside the hood. The touch made her body jump and moves her hips and once more she was hanging in the air.

“Oh, sweetie, I’ll be nice and give you some advice. Just do as you’re told. Do you think your asshole will be able to take much more? The plug must feel huge inside you. And how you sweat! You’ve certainly turned out to be a pig. You really stink of both piss and sweat. You even smell like shit as well and you’ve probably soiled the plug with shit. I’m glad I thought to plug you to make sure it remains inside you. I hope you’ll be able to control your bladder until I give you permission, because there’s a pail under you. If I find any of your filthy piss in it you will be compelled to drink it later. Initially I’d planned to train you like this for two hours, but your stubborn refusal to do what you were told has earned yourself an extra two hours. I hope you enjoy my training device…and imagine how nicely red and swollen your lovely ass will be after your first paddling and caning!” I said and laughed. Then I really left her after switching on the cameras. I placed a microphone just under her nose just to make sure I could hear her breathe. I had to be careful not loosing my precious pet and gagged like she was there would always be a danger that she would be choked. I attached a tube with a magnetic remote controlled valve to her gag. I had installed a remote panel in my living room as well making it possible to emergency stop her ordeal or to activate the device from this place.

I didn’t want to open my mouth and let that hateful thing enter my mouth. I wanted my mouth free, damn it! I wanted to shout, to curse, to rail at him and beg for my release...but when he tightened the straps around the outside of the hood and constricted the leather around my head, the pressure against my mouth was too fierce to bear and I reluctantly opened my mouth and let it fill my mouth…and then to add insult to injury, he plugged the hole in the middle of the thing, making breathing only possible through my nose! I sucked in a huge lungful of air through my nose, then started yelling indignantly at the back of my throat, sounds of anger and desperation.

“You still won’t learn,” he said calmly, as if this was routine for him…and I watched him pick up a rubber bulb-like thing that hung from the end, and squeeze it. I felt the protrusion inside my mouth expand, and I started shaking my head, my eyes widening in alarm. Surely he could…he wouldn’t…but he did. The thing in my mouth expanded until I could barely breathe, and suddenly complaining wasn’t my primary concern; just getting in a decent breath of air was! “Good, my dear, you are already feeling uncomfortable inside the hood. Don’t worry, it’s only the beginning. It’ll get worse. Now, if you do as you’re told, maybe I might decide to remove it again.” He stepped back, and I waited fearfully for what would come next. “I will now put on your training equipment. These things will teach you how to stand while being whipped. I’m sure you will love it, my dear.” I was sure I wouldn’t.

I was right.

I felt cold, inflexible metal wrap around my waist. It seemed oddly unbalanced somehow, the belt seeming to tilt forward with the weight of something hanging down in front of it. I was busy trying to figure out what it was when I felt something push against my anus, and I renewed my struggles. No, he wasn’t…he couldn’t…I had never had anything back there! I tried to make some sort of pleading denial, but the sounds stuck in my throat…and anyway, I was sure he wouldn’t listen to me anyway! I felt the tip of the…whatever it was…pressed against my sphincter, and then I screamed as he cruelly, brutally, rammed it home in my bowels. He was doing something with it, I could feel the thing twitching a little as metal clinked softly, but I was too miserable from the pressure of the thing in my butt to pay much attention to what he was doing. Something touched my labia lightly, parting it, but when no pain resulted my attention turned back to my poor stuffed ass. My bowels were cramping, and I tried to bear down and expel it. For a moment I almost felt a little movement…and then it stopped, as if it had been prevented from sliding out. I also felt a little tug from the front of the metal ‘belt’ he’d put around my waist; from that I deduced that he’d somehow attached the anal plug to the belt I wore, and expelling the intruder would now be impossible. “OK my dear, I think you are ready to feel the plug. I won’t inflate it that much as you haven’t been anally trained yet.” Anal training? Inflate? What did he mean?

The next moment the plug in my ass started to expand. I howled as my poor abused ass stretched inside to accommodate the plug. “Isn’t it lovely? Be careful you don’t come already. Let it last as long as you can.” Come? I was supposed to come with this thing in my ass? Never! “Now I’ll give you some instructions, and I want you to pay attention. I am going to leave you in this position for a while. The intent is to teach you to expose your ass the best you can for a whipping.  While I train you to maintain the proper position I want you to think about something. Any whippings you receive may be for the purpose of punishing you for disobedience, or I may punish you simply because I feel like it and I enjoy your screams. I have decided to warm you up with the paddle before the cane will do its work, so I want you to concentrate on exposing your ass for the cane and the paddle.” I heard a rattling of chain, but the next second my attention was completely taken up by the feeling of something cold and painful pricking my labia as whatever it was between my legs was mashed into my pubic bone! I rose up on my toes instinctively, assuming the jockey’s position he’d forced me to assume earlier, and to my incredible relief, the pain eased. “That’s good my dear. Remain in this position and I won’t yank on the chain again.” After a few moments, I felt his presence leave my side, and soon the door slammed. I listened intently; thought I heard the slight ‘pop’ as a bottle or can was opened, but there was no further sound. Thinking that my ears must have tricked me,  I sighed aloud and came down off the raised position.

It all happened so fast. I heard a click and suddenly the slack in the chain was taken up so fast that I barely had time to scream as the spiked wedge-shaped thing mashed into my pubic bone and I was lifted up by that most sensitive part of my anatomy! Then, as if to add insult to injury, the plug in my asshole inflated as well! For what was probably a short time but seemed like an eternity to my suffering body, I hung there, then it suddenly let me down. This time, I kept my body positioned well up! Maybe that little pop I heard meant he hadn’t left? I was determined not to arouse his ire again.

It was quiet for a while. Had he gone? Was this thing still going to inflict that awful pain on me? I cautiously lowered my heels, coming to rest gently on the wood again, giving my strained calf and thigh muscles a chance to rest. And again it happened; I was suspended by my ass and the terrible thing between my labia, and the agony was terrible! When it let me down I tried moving my hips out to the side, to get my precious sex flesh away from the wedge between them, and the same thing happened. There was the lightest brush of something against my hip, and suddenly I was hanging again. The damn plug was still inflating, too, and now my lower belly was rippling with cramps as my anal muscles desperately tried to expel the intruder, the spasms causing me to break out in a nervous sweat. My thigh and hip muscles were shaking so badly from the involuntary muscular contractions that my leg buckled as I came down, and I felt a light touch on my other hip right before I was yanked upwards, hanging, again.

I hated him. Oh, I hated him. At that moment I wanted to get free and kill him. The humiliation, the pain…I was furious, but in my current position there was nothing I could do. So, gathering all my will, when the diabolic contraption lowered me again I forced my shaking legs to lock in place, holding my ass up and exposed…and my poor abused labia off the torturing thing between them.

“Oh, sweetie, I’ll be nice and give you some advice. Just do as you’re told. Do you think your asshole will be able to take much more? The plug must feel huge inside you. And how you sweat! You’ve certainly turned out to be a pig. You really stink of both piss and sweat. You even smell like shit as well and you’ve probably soiled the plug with shit. I’m glad I thought to plug you to make sure it remains inside you. I hope you’ll be able to control your bladder until I give you permission, because there’s a pail under you. If I find any of your filthy piss in it you will be compelled to drink it later. Initially I’d planned to train you like this for two hours, but your stubborn refusal to do what you were told has earned yourself an extra two hours. I hope you enjoy my training device…and imagine how nicely red and swollen your lovely ass will be after your first paddling and caning!“ He chuckled as he placed a microphone under my nose, and went about the cell, doing something I couldn’t see. Then he left, and this time I could sense his absence from the cell. He was gone…and he’d left me like this! I was furious…but the pain my position put me in was fast eclipsing the anger. I just wanted to avoid any more of that terrible pain, prevent that damn plug in my ass from getting any bigger! Already it felt like it was going to split me in half!

I had a nice rest in my living room watching television. Next to my television the monitor for my pet has been located making it possible for me to watch her all time. I counted at least ten lift free of the ground during this time and she moved her head more and more frantically from side to side. She looked like she had been batched in sweat and I was sure she was in a miserable condition wanting it so badly to stop. I knew the inflation of the plug had stopped as I have made sure it didn’t continue all time and causing her damage. At a certain level it slowly was deflated a little to make her feel it decrease until she failed again. If she failed too much she wouldn’t feel this deflation. I have done like this to make sure she still felt the plug work inside her when it had reached maximum level.

I decided to go to the basement and visit her again. Now it was time for the real fun. I switched off the television and again I made sure the doors was locked and made sure it looked like nobody was in the house. Safely in the dungeon with the entrance door locked making sure the entrance couldn’t be seen from the outside I entered the cell with the sobbing slut. Though she was gagged I could hear her beg for release. I took position beside her and touched her right nipple with one hand while caressing her hood with the left. Her body made a jump due to the unexpected touch and again she was hanging with her feet free of the floor moaning desperately in her gag. After ten seconds she was lowered again and the chain hung loosely from the ceiling. A locking device made sure the cog wheel didn’t let the chain between her legs loosen too much. By that the wedge still was splitting her cunt lips during her time of “rest”.

““My dear, I just don’t understand why you want to torture yourself that much. Why not just remain in position to avoid this horrible pain from the spikes and the plug in your ass? Anyway it’s your own decision. Sometimes a slave is allowed to decide how she will feel herself and sometimes it is just completely out of her hands. I think you are ready for the rubber paddle to warm your buttocks for the real punishment, aren’t you?” I asked. She turned the head from side to side the best she could while shouting no in the gag. I just ignored it and continued.

“You will remain in the training device all time during the whipping in order to make sure you learn to expose your ass for a nice whipping. Are you ready for the first stroke? I don’t know how many strokes I will give you. It will depend on how sensitive your ass is.” I said and without warning I gave her the first hard stroke. As predicted she immediately hung in the air again as she moved the hips from side to side trying to avoid the paddle. I continued paddling her ass while she was hanging in the air and I lowered the strokes when she was lowered again making sure she continued to be paddled all time.

I was in terrible pain by the time he came back. The slack in the chain holding the wedge against my pubic bone was gone, which meant hat the spikes were digging into my fresh all the time now. I was sure I was bleeding, but I couldn’t keep my ass raised the entire time; my legs were shaking so badly from their fully stretched, strained position that I couldn’t stay up on my toes for any long period of time. The intervals of standing were getting shorter, and I was ending up in the air more frequently. But I couldn’t help it.

He laid a hand on the hood; and then he touched my nipple. Offended that he would take such liberties with my body, I jumped back…and ended up screaming helplessly again as I swung from the device. He made no attempt to help, no attempt to free me, and finally the device lowered me back down. “My dear, I just don’t understand why you want to torture yourself that much. Why not just remain in position to avoid this horrible pain from the spikes and the plug in your ass?” He was being sarcastic. He had to be. Had he ever tried standing on tiptoe for this amount of time? I would have bet money that he’d never had to. “Anyway it’s your own decision. Sometimes a slave is allowed to decide how she will feel herself, and sometimes it is just completely out of her hands.” Yeah. Like now. Leg muscles weren’t meant to stay up like that. I had taken ballet classes when I was younger; I remembered how badly my calf muscles used to ache after I was done with class from rising en Pointe for short periods while dancing. This was so much worse.

“I think you’re ready for the rubber paddle to warm your buttocks for the real punishment, aren’t you?” No! I was not! But he was going to do it anyway. “You will remain in the training device for the duration of the whipping in order to make sure you learn to expose your ass. Are you ready for the first stroke? I don’t know how many strokes I will give you. It will depend on how sensitive your ass is.” Oh my God—no! But then pain blazed across my ass and I yelped in pain, begging him to stop when I could catch my breath.

SWACH, SWACK, SWACK, SWACK, SWACK

“Aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuaaa ssssstttttoooooppppppp” I could hear her useless screams while her head moved hysterically from side to side and up and down. I really had a hard on doing it. There is nothing more beautifully than a women ass turning more and redder. Now it was about to turn deep red and it really looked beautifully. I think I gave her about 50 strokes before I was satisfied and tired in my arm as well. I placed the paddle on the table and spoke to her again while touching the deeply red burning buttocks. Then I put my index finger between the curved steel band between her legs touching her swollen cunt lips. She managed to remain in position not trigging the device during this treatment just breathing heavily through the nose holes in her hood. I took the flexible cane from the table with my right hand.

“Now you are ready for the real punishment. An ass warmed up like yours is able to take more caning without being damaged that much. Aren’t you grateful? During the caning you will get time to recover between each stroke. I think 30 strokes will do it. I want to hear you count through your gag. If I can’t hear you counting the stroke don’t count. Normally I would want you to thank me as well but I don’t think this is fair to you gagged as you are. Try to maintain position the best you can in order to avoid further punishment” I said while aiming the cane for the first stroke.

Swiish

“Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ooooonnnnnnnneeeee” I hear her while being dragged high in the air again hanging with the spikes torturing her cunt lips again. I just waited for her to be lowered again and gradually her cries turned to a silent moaning telling me she was ready for stroke number two. SWIISH, the cane spoke its merciless language giving her buttocks another swollen stripe slowly turning almost black. This time she actually managed to remain in position but she cried frantically in her gag and hood.

“Aaaaaaaaaooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuch aaaaaaaauuuu tttttwwwwwoooouuuuuu” she desperately counted.

“Good Anne, very good, now you have only 28 strokes to go. I’m sorry you can’t see what a nice job the cane does to your stinking ass. When finished I can assure you it will be nicely striped and maybe a bit sore as well, don’t you think so?” I asked her laughing again. I decided to undress and enjoy being naked while whipping her. Furthermore the whipping actually was pretty hard work meaning it would be nice to get rid of the warm clothes giving my dick the possibility to do as it wanted.

Her screams turned more and more hysterically and frantically and it took longer and longer between each stroke before she was ready for the next one. I had no problems giving her all the time she needed. I really was a lovely sight to see her exposing her ass desperately trying to avoid activating the switches. She actually managed to limit the activation to “only” five times during the caning but her screams and behavior during the lifting from the floor told me she felt it was more than enough.

“She just has to learn to keep her filthy ass still and exposed.” I thought while enjoying how she exposed her ass ready for the next stroke. There is just nothing as exciting than a slave totally exposing her ass awaiting the unavoidable pain to come when the cane sings in the air. My cock was almost exploding in excitement just pointing out from my body.

Receiving stroke number 22 she lost bladder control and soiled the floor though most of it hit the pail placed under her. This really was a sight. It really was an exciting look to see a female ass moving slightly up and down within the restriction of the switches while she was pissing and screaming inside the hood. Knowing how humiliated and degraded she felt just added to the excitement. I placed the cane on the table for a while and put on a pair of latex gloves. Then I put my right hand in the pail with the piss and took place beside the hooded head. I wiped the piss soaked glove under the holes for breathing making sure the hood was wet of her filthy piss.

“You filthy slut, can you smell what you did? You just couldn’t wait until I offered you permission to piss! You even soiled the floor. You really have much to learn. And you still lack 8 strokes before you are through. This will mean further punishment. Your reward for this act will be 5 strokes with the nipple whip on each nipple! Normally I would make it ten for each but as it is your initial training I will be kind to you. You will be allowed to thank me later with the best blowjob you are able to give starting with licking asshole before the blowjob!” I said laughing loudly and then I removed the latex gloves and continued the caning.

I continued whipping her ass until she had received the 30 strokes or 32 as she failed to count twice. Rather stupid of her but when a slave decides herself she deserves to be “rewarded”. I don’t think I ever had seen a female body sweating as she did after the final stroke. Sweat was dripping to the floor. I had managed to whip her without making any open wounds. Open wounds could cause infection problems and I certainly didn’t want this to happen. I was of course prepared meaning I had strong disinfect ready to use. I decided to pour a generous amount on her ass anyway, just in case. The contact with the disinfect to her sore skin told me that I might have cause her some open wounds as she screamed in her gag again clearly indicating that it caused her pain. I smiled at her discomfort and pain.

“OK sweetie, my pain slut, now you are almost through. Had you showed proper bladder control you would have been through. I’m happy you are plugged in the ass otherwise you would probably have soiled the floor with shit as well.” I said and took the short rubber whip with the triangular rubber tongue.

“Nooooooouuuuooo, pleauusssee nooooooou moooure” she begged me.

“What are you trying to tell me? Sorry, but I just don’t understand!” I said while aiming the whip to her right nipple.

SWIIISH!

“Auuuuuuuuuuooouuuuuuuuuu, nooouuuuuuuu” she screamed again.

“Don’t be such a baby, just be brave and take your punishment!” I said and continued. After stroke number 10 she really was breathing heavily and I actually think she was on the very limit to pass out. I actually was a bit proud of her that she had remained consciousness during her punishment. I did of course not tell her.

As if the paddling wasn’t enough! I’d never been hit by someone intending to hurt me before, and the bite of the cane was intensely painful. I managed to count…but I was sure I’d missed some somewhere along the way by the time he’d finished. And to add to my humiliation, I’d totally lost control of my overfull bladder and I’d released all over the floor, the device, and the pail! I remembered what he’d said about drinking it, and it was desperation as well as pain that made me scream with the next stroke. At the end, I saw him pick up another whip, and my pride deserted me as I begged him not to hurt me anymore.  Nothing I said made any difference to my implacable captor, who commenced whipping my poor defenceless breasts! I was hanging limply in my bonds, dizzy and light-headed, close to passing out, when he finally stopped.

“OK slut, this was your first real training. I wasn’t that satisfied with your behavior and performance, but don’t worry, you will receive plenty of training making sure you will be ready to do whatever is expected of you. As I haven’t trained you for oral sex yet I don’t think it is a good idea to let you thank me for my kindness concerning the nipple whipping yet. I have a better idea.” I said and started to unbuckle the hood. Before pulling it of I put on my own hood again. I didn’t put on any clothes. It would do her good to see me with stiff cock. I deflated the gag and the sounds coming from her clearly indicated that she was happy that she was able to move her jaws again and that it wasn’t that difficult for her to breathe any longer. Shortly after I saw a sweat covered head with hair glued to the head and eyes blinking in the bright light. I quickly gagged her again with a hollow tube gag. She actually still looked grateful though she complained when I strapped it to her face but the fact that it still was easy to breathe seemed to make her a bit happy.

“I will now deflate the plug and remove it as well as I will remove the chain between your legs. You will probably miss the feeling of the spikes and the wedge as well as your filthy gut might feel empty but don’t worry, I will offer you to try plenty of different shaped plug out later. Right now I have planned something different” I said while deflating the plug. I quickly withdraw it from her ass and it left the hole with a “blub” sound. The hole remained open though you could see the muscle was beginning to regain normal size again. The plug was covered with her disgusting shit and it really smelled badly. I wiped the worst shit of it with some paper and then I took position beside her head again.

“Here is my plan. As I don’t feel for give you a throughout enema for cleaning your filthy gut I will put on a condom before fucking your oozing asshole. As you need some blowjob training and as I think it will do you good to smell and taste your own shit I have decided to let you suck on the half length of the plug while the other soiled part of it will be located under your nose. Then you will be able to both smell and taste it while I fuck your backdoor. Isn’t it a wonderful idea, my fuck slave?” I said and laughed again.

“Nooou ,douun’t dou thiis. I caun’t taauke thiis! Pleaooo” Her begging sounds was cut off by the filthy plug. The movement of her stomach told me she was suffering from nausea tasting her own shit. I just ignored it and made sure the plug remained in position while I fucked her. I “dressed” my cock with the condom in front of her face and then I took position behind her. Her asshole had regained normal size again. I had chosen a lubricated condom making it easier to enter her. Though she had been plugged minutes ago she screamed when I entered her gut telling me she wasn’t used to backdoor fucking. It really felt marvelous entering her rosebud and excited as I was it only took a few minutes before I exploded deep inside her. The fact that I had my hands on her swollen buttocks made her moan in discomfort. She surely would be sore that place for a while. I couldn’t help touching her sore and swollen cunt lips during the fucking as well. I really could feel that the spikes and the wedge had done a good job. I decided that it was enough as I was exhausted and satisfied and as Anne needed some time by herself to recover. I produced a collar with two cuffs attached to it with very short link chains. I locked the collar around her neck and then I untied her arms and clicked the waiting cuffs around each hand. This made sure she wouldn’t be able to touch her sore ass and cunt. Then I untied her legs and dragged her off the horse. She almost collapsed on the floor totally exhausted. I decided to leave her in the cell for the night and I locked her collar to a chain bolted to one of the walls giving her a little freedom to move around as well as she was able to lie on the concrete floor. I quickly locked a spreader bar to her feet. The spreader bar made sure she had to lie on either back or front meaning she would have to choose between her sore nipples and cunt or her deeply red and swollen buttocks. Then I wheeled the horse out again as well as I removed all the other nice equipment I had entertained her with. Then I returned to her cell again.

“If you promise to be silent I will be kind and leave you without gag. Maybe you even want to enjoy the taste and smell of the plug during the night? The monitors and microphone will be turned on and if I hear any complains you will be gagged and hooded again. Is this understood?” I asked her. She nodded continuously very intrigued to have the disgusting smelling and tasting plug removed. I removed the gag and with a great sound of relief she had it removed.

“If you need to piss or shit during the night the chain is long enough to let you use the hole in the floor. If I find the floor soiled tomorrow you will be sorry. As you probably are thirsty I will prepare a drink for you” I said and took a pretty large bottle and then I took the pail with her piss and emptied it in the bottle, which made it half full. Then I added fresh water until it was full.

“Here you are sweetie and this will be your food. Just put your head in the food when eating. Pigs don’t use spoons for eating, have a pleasant night of sleep my dear” I said and placed a plate with a brown foul looking mixture in front of her. I didn’t want to tell her that it has been mixed up with my own juices, she would surely find out later. Without more speaking I left the cell and locked the door.

What a relief! He removed the hood, and I blinked as I finally saw light after what seemed like an eternity of darkness. Not even the hollow tube gag he shoved in my mouth could completely erase my happiness at being out of that dreadful sweaty hood. He deflated the plug and drew it out, commenting about how empty I would feel and how he had many other things he wanted me to try taking in my asshole. Spent and exhausted, I just lay there and let him do whatever he wanted. I didn’t have the energy to fight him anymore; I was in too much pain. My asshole gaped open, cool air brushing the inflamed, stretched tissue inside, and I had a brief flash of panic, thinking about how it must look and wondering if I was ruined for life. A sudden urge to shit overwhelmed me, but, terrified that I might be compelled to do something disgusting with it later, I clenched my ass as best I could, and to my relief my asshole started to tighten back up and the urge to have a bowel movement went away.

“Here we go. I don’t feel like giving you an enema to clean your filthy gut, so I’m going to put on a condom before fucking your oozing asshole. But since you need some blowjob training and because I think it will do you good to smell and taste your own shit, I have decided to let you suck on half of the plug while the other soiled part of it will be right under your nose. Then you’ll be able to both smell and taste it while I fuck your backdoor. Isn’t it a wonderful idea, my fuck slave?”

No! It wasn’t! I couldn’t have that plug in my mouth…there were all sorts of diseases and stuff you could get from human fecal matter…I’d heard about it…I couldn’t do that! As he pulled the tube gag out of my mouth I opened my mouth to plead with him not to make me do this, I was sure I’d be sick…but he took advantage of the open orifice and rammed the plug home. My stomach immediately roiled, nausea washing over me as I fought to get this thing out of my mouth and vomit, but he secured it with a strap through the ring set into the base, the ring I now saw was how he had kept it in my ass, and commenced sliding his cock into my asshole! Despite having had the plug in there for hours, it was still tight enough to cause me some considerable pain, and I screamed with the intrusion, inadvertently swallowing some of the shit-flecked saliva in my mouth in the process. And then I found myself swallowing more, involuntarily, as he kneaded my raw buttocks and cunt lips as he thrust in and out of my tormented asshole, reaming me out thoroughly and causing me incredible discomfort. Fortunately it didn’t last long; I heard his breathing hitch, speed up, and seconds later his cock twitched several times in my asshole before he drew it out. I collapsed on the horse, sobbing, drained, exhausted.

He produced a collar that locked around my neck, and had two cuffs attached to it. One by one, he released my wrists, only to lock them to the collar. I sobbed in frustration as I realized I couldn’t touch my raw ass, couldn’t rub the aching muscles to work out the cramps. He released my legs from the horse, and I momentarily thought about kicking him, but he locked a spreader bar to the cuffs between my ankles. I’m sure he meant me to have no option but lying on my sore breast, or my raw ass, but after yanking on the spreader bar a little I determined that after he was gone I’d be able to use the joint in the spreader bar attachment to turn my hips forward instead of out to the side. With my legs apart in a partial split, I’d be able to lie on the outside of my breast. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable, but it was better than resting on my sore ass…or my poor breasts!

In my living room I switched on the monitor and loudspeakers and enjoyed her struggling to find the best place for resting. Before leaving I had switched on the heating and adjusted it to maximum level. The heat would add to her discomfort and make sure she wouldn’t get a coldness sleeping on the concrete floor. That means if she would be able to sleep due to her sore ass, asshole and cunt. She probably would have some rest during the night exhausted as she were. But she would probably awake every hour or so due to the pain. It made me a bit horny again to think on the discomfort she would suffer during the night. As she was in a quite safe condition I decided to leave her alone. I switched on the recorder as I still wanted to be able to punish her if she complained during the night. It didn’t matter she wasn’t punished right away all that mattered was that she felt completely controlled and that she knew for sure she was punished if she didn’t obey orders.

A new girlfriend?

I decided to visit my favorite bar as I wanted some fun and entertainment and as I still hoped I would find the right woman to join me in my dungeon. I had been in the bar for about two hours when a very interesting woman entered the room. She was dressed in a black dress and long black leather boots. Around her neck she had tied a black piece of shiny fabric almost looking like a slave collar. The arms on the dress were a kind of open type exposing her quite muscularly arms. She was a big woman and she was a little beefy but not fat. It actually made her look better. Her long black hair was curled up at the back making her look like something in between a mistress and a slave. I decided to try the classic approach.

“Hi, I haven’t seen you before. My name is Mick; will you let me buy you a drink?” I said.

“Sure, why not? I didn’t come here to dehydrate!” she said and smiled at me.

We soon were in a deep conversation. She introduced herself as Alexis, and told me she had moved from another country as she had not been able to find work within her field of expertise. She was about to run out of money and she desperately needed work. She asked me if I knew about any possibilities. When I enquired about her training she told me she was an educated nurse but she was ready for almost everything in order to earn money for living. Though I was ready to make her an offer I waited until I knew more about her and I therefore just promised her to remember her if I found something suitable for her. We continued talking and I gradually changed subjects in order to find out what I wanted to know. I continued buying her drinks making her more open to me. Then I decided to make the move and I told her that I really thought she was a good looking woman and the way she was dressed gave me associations in the direction of the black universe.

“Am I right in this observation?” I asked and smiled at her.

“Isn’t it a bit early to discuss sex?” she asked but the look in her eyes told me she wanted to tell me something.

“Well, you might be right. It’s just that if I am right I might have an offer for you solving both your problem with work and making sure you will get what you like. Do you want to hear more or do you still think it is too early?” I asked her giving her a charming look and a short blink with my right eye trying to make her curious. Her reply told me I had mad a bulls eye.

“Well, now I am curious. Before telling you more about my sexuality I want you to reveal what you have in mind. All I will tell is that you aren’t completely wrong” she said and smiled again.

“OK, then I makes the next move. I think you like to be both a mistress and a slave. With other words, you are a switch but your favorite is the dominating part. Furthermore I have the feeling that your desires include a slave combined with a male master. It is actually of no matter if the slave is male or female. You like them both. Am I right?” I asked her.

“I think you are good reading peoples. What you just have described is almost the truth about me. My favorite is to be a switch. I don’t know if it is too early to tell you about my deepest dream?” she asked me.

“In my opinion you have nothing to loose and a lot to win. In order to make you more curious I can tell that if I am right concerning your deepest dream I actually think I will be able to give you the life you are dreaming about. I don’t think it is a surprise to you if I tell you that I’m into SM as well and that I like to be the dominating part of a relation?” I asked her

“No, not at all. I had that feeling. What the hell, you sound like an honest man and I might win if I tell you. My deepest dream is to find a Master willing to have me as his favorite slave, a Master who sometimes will make me feel pain while another slave is watching. The fact that another slave is watching will make it even more humiliating and degrading. But what I always know during this punishment is the fact that this slave will have to suffer for watching and enjoying my discomfort and pain. The more I suffer the more she or he will have to endure after my ordeal and I will be the one carrying out this punishment. That is my deepest and darkest desire. I can tell you that I have some experience but only as the dominating part. I haven’t found a Master yet that I trusted that much that I would offer him full control in accordance top the agreements made between us. Do you want to hear about my experience?” she asked

“No, I think I will save this for later. I have a suggestion. It is late and we are both drunk and we might have told something we regret later. My suggestion is that you give me your phone number and I give you my address. Your phone number is just to make sure I can call you tomorrow if you forget about our agreement. Tomorrow you come to my place. You will be dressed in your favorite Mistress outfit. If you don’t want anybody to see you then hide under a coat and wait with putting the visible part on until you are safely in my house. Ring the bell once when you arrive and walk into the entrance. Then you will walk through the entrance and enter the door at the end of the corridor. In this room I will be awaiting you with a nice drink for you. You don’t need to bring any slave outfit with you; I will choose a slave outfit for you. I have a lot of exciting slave outfits. Proper dressed in your lovely outfit you will tell me your story and then I will tell you what I can offer you if you do well. If you are interested I will put you through an initial test just to make sure you really are a switch. I know how to test it. As you probably don’t trust me enough to let me chain you up for the test we will do it without. The only problem for you will be that any interfering with your arms or hands will mean new test. If you agree to let me chain you up it will be easier for you but that will be a choice of your own. If you think you need any more safety it will be your own responsibility. All I want you to do is to tell me if you have made precautions. I think we both need to play with open cards. I have been open to you and therefore I think I deserve the same from you. I won’t be happy if your mobile phone suddenly rings and you haven’t told me that a friend of yours is watching us and if you don’t pick up the phone she rings the police. It’s Ok with me if you have made such a precaution. You just have to accept that I will have to make some precautions as well to make sure I won’t get into troubles. What do you think?” I said excited to hear her answer.

“It really sounds like a great idea to me!” she said while writing her phone number on a paper. I made a check call just to make sure it was the right number. Then I wrote my address on a note and I gave her a short but hot kiss before I left her again.

Home again.

Back home again I decided to have a nightcap before going to bed. I took position in my favorite chair with a large Scotch. I switched on the monitor to see how Anne was doing. I had luck to switch it on just in time to see her sleep on her back and awake again with a jump feeling the pain in her sore ass. With a great deal of difficulties she managed to turn around making her lie on her chest pressing her sore nipples against the hard concrete floor. Her body glistened of sweat due to the extreme heat in her cell. It really was an exciting view to watch her difficulties turning around due to the spreader bar making any movement a challenge. Before turning around she tried to bend her torso towards her lap in the hope that the short link chain between her collar and hands would be long enough to let her caress her sore and swollen cunt lips but as predicted it wasn’t possible. The moan and cries in the loudspeaker clearly indicated that she didn’t have a pleasant night of sleep. I could see she had drunk some of her tasty refreshment. Then I heard her telling something making me await her next move in excitement.

I’d told myself I wouldn’t touch the piss-and-water mixture in the bottle, but I really was thirsty. By taking shallow sips, swallowing immediately, and holding my breath, I managed to take the edge off my thirst. I also reasoned that the ammonia in it would kill whatever bacteria had gotten into my stomach from the nasty plug he’d forced me to swallow.

And that brought my mind back to yet another issue; my ass was still full of fecal matter I had to get rid of. “Maybe,” I told myself, “if I do it in the hole, he won’t come up with something disgusting to do with it later, like make me eat it again. Gross!” I wanted to gag at the thought…and I suddenly realized I’d been talking to myself. Well, there was no one else here, and I was getting lonely. The sound of my own voice was comforting, so I kept talking. It alleviated my boredom, anyway. “So how am I going to get my ass over that hole? He said the chain was long enough, but…oh, damn it, I have to try.” I planted my feet and levered myself up using my chained hands against the wall to pull myself up, then I waddled, duck-like, to the hole. I tried to squat, but the spreader bar kept me too off-balance, and I ended up sitting on my sore behind with a pained squeal. Keeping in mind how my balance was altered, I lowered myself again, this time leaning my upper body forward to offset the awkwardness in the back. Then I released, to my intense relief, and I smiled as I got back up. “Too bad I don’t have toilet paper,” I muttered. “I hope I don’t get an infection from all that bacteria on my raw ass.” I decided not to lie on my side; it would squish my nether cheeks together and spread the filth around. Instead, I eased my sore nipples to the floor and lay like that for a while, my cheek pressed to the floor. “At least,” I mumbled to myself as I dozed off, “I won’t catch cold because it’s cold…”

“Maybe,” she told herself, “if I do it in the hole, he won’t come up with something disgusting to do with it later, like make me eat it again. Gross!” she started to move her body in position with a great deal of difficulties. First she managed to get on her feet. Then she walked towards the hole the best she could with her legs widely spread due to the spreader bar. A few inches from the hole she turned around and squatted over the hole. It really was a sight to see her doing it with her legs widely spread. She screamed loudly when she failed her first attempt a fell to the floor sitting on her sore buttocks. Her second attempt was more successful and she managed to squat over the hole with her ass a few inches above the hole. Then she relaxed her guts and I had a clear view of both her swollen cunt lips and her shit escaping her sore ass hole. I was happy smell wasn’t included in my monitoring equipment. After a few minutes she was finished. I could hear her complaining that she wasn’t able to wipe her asshole with paper. Her only choice was to get back on the floor in the preferred position. She chose the chest again. She probably wanted to wait for a while with lying on her newly soiled ass. I enjoyed her discomfort, humiliation and degradation for a while and then I switched of the monitor again. I really was excited about the next day. I just hoped so much that Jane was the woman I had been looking for. I really had the feeling that she were but tomorrow I would know for sure.

I decided to read a few pages in the diary before sleeping. I was horny and reading a few pages would surely make it easy to make myself explode and shoot my load.

“The 4th of June 1952, afternoon:

“After a nice rest I went to the dungeon again. I’m still sorry you can’t see the dungeon dear reader but I have decided to let this remain my secret.”

“Wrong my dear! But I promise to make you proud of me making it alive again. Who knows; if there is a life after this we might even meet” I said and smiled. Then I continued.

“My slut had finished her “nicely” tasting dinner. I know it wasn’t kind of me to mix her food up with my piss as well but I just couldn’t help it. This slut deserved it! She had humiliated and degraded me and now she had to pay the price for her act. Maybe it wasn’t fair to let her pay that much put see was just so sweet that I had to have a lot of fun and pleasure together with her. She really was the pet I always had been dreaming about and now she was just mine. I didn’t have to share her with anybody.

“How are you? Was it a pleasant supper? Your stomach seems to be a little swollen. Maybe I did overestimate your need for food?” I said and laughed again.

“Moounnnnnnn ouoooommmmm” she tried to speak in her gag.

“Sorry dear, I can’t understand you. I’ll have to remove the gag. Then we can have a nice chat while I prepare you for your next training. It’s always nice with a conversation while working.” I said while removing her gag.

“It tasted awful, what had you done to it? And my stomach hurts. It already started to hurt after a little more than half of the bottle. I was terrible afraid that I would choke in it. I hardly could breathe during the last half of the bottle. Why are you doing all this to me? What have I done to deserve this?” she asked. She actually sounded a bit submissive telling me that she was about to realize the hopeless in her condition.

“Nothing specific!” I lied to her, “I just love to treat smelly disgusting sluts like you like this. That’s all. It makes me horny and wet. I might be your worst nightmare; a sadistic lesbian who has fallen in love with you. What more can you dream about? We will have a lot of fun together. After some more training I’m sure you will even beg to be allowed to lick my ass clean. Isn’t it exciting? The smell of my ass will probably be like the smell of expensive perfume compared to your stench!” I said and laughed again. Now keep your mouth shut until I address you again. You need to be prepared for your next ordeal. I’m sure you will love it. What really makes it exciting is the fact that you will be the one controlling how much pain you will feel. During your next ordeal I will be comfortably sitting in a nice chair sipping a glass of wine while you entertain me.” I said while locking the head cage around her head again. I again turned the handles mounted on each side of her boots making her instep point downwards again. I continued turning until they were always in line with her legs. She moaned in discomfort again.

“Noooooooo, not this again! I just can’t take these horrible cramps all over again!” she screamed.

“Don’t worry my dear. This time it will be different. Just wait and see!” I said smiling at her. I wheeled the chair to a position just below one of the rods on the top at the treadmill. I attached a chain running from the rod to the ring at the top of her head cage. I unbuckled the leather restraints strapping her to the chair. Then I started operating a handle located on the upright beam which supported the four rods at the top. Gradually she was lifted free of the chair by her head cage. It didn’t look that pleasant to her. Soon she was standing upright only supported by the chain from the head cage and the steel boots on the floor.

“I know it is painful and difficult but try to keep balance or it will be even more painful.” I said almost sounding like I cared for her but I just couldn’t help laughing.

“Please noooooooooooo, have mercy! These boots! They are squeezing my feet and my toes can’t take it! Take me down, pleaseeeeeeeeeeee” she begged.

“No my dear, this is only the beginning. I’m not even halfway through with the preparation! You need a lot more of all the exciting equipment this lovely dungeon hides. Just be a brave slut and do the best for keeping balance!” I said laughing again. Then I locked chains running from the rods placed at waist high to her waist belt. I then produced a trolley and locked it to the rod in front of her and placed a couple of heavy weights on the trolley.

“Now we are almost ready. It actually isn’t needed to use a trolley for adding stress to the exercise. You see the brake mounted beside the beam? When operating the brake it will be more and more difficult to move the treadmill. I just thought you would find it more amusing to see the trolley move in front of you during your exercise. All we need before you begin is something to encourage you to finish the exercise as quickly as possible! I could of course decide just to whip you if you didn’t behave well but I have something better and more exciting in store for you.” I said and shoved a sophisticated device. She looked scared at the device. It consisted of a curved steel rod which was penis shaped at the lower end. At the other end a steel container with a lid at the top had been welded into place. Furthermore a steel plate had been welded to the long rod just below the container. On both side of the plate two pieces of wood had been mounted and at the end of these wood pieces steel plates with holes drilled into them had been mounted.

“This really is effective in what it does to the victim. The penis shaped rod is rammed deeply up into your ass and then the device is locked to your belt. The wood makes sure the steel rod is heat isolated from your belt. When firm in place I will poor boiling oil into the container and close the lid. As oil can be much hotter that water it will last for long before the temperature has decreased to a level that won’t causes you pain. The heat will gradually be transferred to the rod as steel is very heat conductive as you probably know. After some minutes you will feel the plug in your ass turn hotter and hotter. It’s no need to tell how long it will take as you surely will find out. On the wall you can see a counting device, which now shows zero. Each time you have walked one round it will increase one number. I want you to take 10 rounds and then I will let you rest for the night. I know the boots causes you pain but I actually think it is nothing compared to the pain deep in your ass if you spend too much time for doing it. It will completely be your own choice. I will just enjoy your exercise sitting in my comfortable chair while sipping cold white wine. I think we are ready to begin” I said while ramming the penis rod deep up in her ass making her jump and scream again. Then I put on a pair of heat protection gloves and I took pot with boiling oil from the electric ring. I carefully filled the container with the boiling oil and then I unlocked the brake.

“Ok sweetie; let the exercise begin! If I were you I would hurry up. The heat is transferred pretty fast to your ass plug but it is still your own choice!” I said laughing loudly while I took position in my chair giving me a clear view of my disgusting slut exercising.

“I can’t! Please don’t force me to this! Nobody will ever be able to go through this! It just can’t be right! You have no right doing this to me!” she desperately begged me. I just remained silence just awaiting the plug to encourage her to do her very best. Awkward she tried to start moving. It really was a sight to see her try to walk in these exciting boots locked to her feet. She fought to keep balance not causing her even more pain. Slowly she started to move the treadmill. Her body was already sweaty and glistening. The look at her face and the sounds escaping her mouth clearly indicated that she was suffering extreme pain but she just had to continue. She knew about the plug gradually being heated of the boiling oil. After the first round she screamed again.

“Aooouuuu, my feet are feeling like they are broken and I can already feel the heat from the oil. I will never be able to go through this. Please make it stop!” she begged me again. I had actually tried the plug. It doesn’t take long before you can feel the heat but it take some time before it causes you pain. But I was quite sure that it would be quite uncomfortable for her before she had finished the exercise. I just remained silence and enjoyed the show. Pat actually managed to increase speed though she had severe difficulties keeping balance. She continued complaining. The counter now told her that she had completed round number four.

“Please! Aaaaaauuuuuuuuuuoooooooo, now it is really hot in my ass. Please let this be enough! Please have mercy, I’ll do what you want me to do but please make this stop!” she begged me again.

“No my smelly slut! You haven’t behaved that well to me. You will complete this exercise and after that you will still be ready to do as you are told; just wait and see!” I shouted just to make clear to her that I was serious about this exercise. I eagerly rubbed my clit while shouting at her. I had already decided to let her satisfy me orally after she had finished her exercise.

Frantically Pat tried to increase the speed but it really caused her problems. The trolley dragged in front of her didn’t make it easier.

“Maybe you want me to take position on the trolley? Don’t you think it would make it even it more exciting for you?” I asked her and laughed loudly again.

“Noooooooooooooo, noooooooooooooo, please doesn’t! It’s hard enough as it is. I really don’t need more! My legs are cramping and my ass is burning! Please let me free. I really have had enough!” she continued her useless begging. From the papers I knew that after ten minutes that was the time she had endured the heat from the rod it was hot but not alarming hot. It was written that a victim had taken it for almost twenty five minutes but after that she had suffered pain in her ass for almost two days before it was bearable for her. But even after that long it hadn’t caused her permanent damage. Pat would have completed long before this time. The problem right now was the fact that I really needed her head between my legs. I decided to gag her with a ring-gag when she had completed the exercise. Then I would bury her face between my legs and order her to use her tongue until I told her to stop. I actually had another cruel plan with her while she had her head between my legs.

“Just be a brave slut and hurry up! I actually want you to hurry up though I have told you that you are the one deciding the speed. You only need four more rounds. It really should be no problem for you” I said with a smile trying to encourage her to do her very best. She continued the best she could without begging anymore. I guess she finally had realized that it was a useless waste of words and that it didn’t make anything better to her. After round number nine I really had my doubts that she would that she would go through the last one without fainting. She screamed constant now and I could see the plug really cause her pain now as she moved her hips up and down in a useless attempt to make the plug escape her sore asshole. My watch told me she had been exercising for seventeen minutes meaning it wouldn’t last that long before I would have to make it stop. The extreme pain had made her decrease speed and I was afraid she wouldn’t succeed. I really didn’t want to be forced to remove the plug before she had completed. This would tell Anne that I actually could be kind and this would be a sign of weakness.

“HURRY UP YOU WORTHLESS SMELLY SLUT! DO I REALLY HAVE TO USE THE WHIP TO ENCOURAGE YOU DO THE EASY TASK I HAVE ORDERED YOU TO DO?” I shouted to make it clear to her I was serious. It seemed to help as she increased speed again and my watched told me she had struggled for twenty one minutes when she finally managed to make the last round. I was prepared as I had the heat gloves on when she finished her exercise. Quickly I removed the plug from her steaming sore asshole. I was happy to see that it was in time. Her asshole and the sensitive skin around it were red and swollen but it showed no signs of permanent damage. I was sure it would only take her about a day to recover again. I released her from the bars and she fell exhausted to the floor her body steaming of sweat and heat. I let her remain like this for some minutes as I actually was a bit proud that I managed to make her go through this first real ordeal. She had stopped screaming and she just lay still on the concrete floor breathing heavily. I took a ring gag from a hook at the wall and then I took position in the comfortable leather chair with the seat with the V-shaped hole making me sit with my pussy accessible for my pet.

“Ok my smelly cow! I think you have had enough rest. Move you filthy body in position in front of me and let me prepare you again. Do it quickly or I chain you to the treadmill again and make you take ten more rounds. I don’t think that is what you want?” I asked her.

“Noooooooooo, nooooooooooo, please doesn’t force me to this again!” she shouted. As she still was wearing the boots and as her hands still was cuffed to her steel belt it wasn’t that easy for her but within a few minutes she was in position in front of me. I removed her head cage and quickly the ring gag was wedged into place making sure she couldn’t bite me while licking me between my legs. Then I took position in my chair again and with both hands I forced her head between my legs almost choking her.

“As I’m a bit satisfied with your performance I have decided to reward you. Take a deep breathe and prepare for your reward” I waited for a few seconds and then I forced her mouth and nose deep in place between my legs and then I relaxed sending a stream of piss into her widely open mouth.

“Drink the best you can or you will exercise again! What is spilled on the floor will be your job to lick up when you have satisfied me!” I said laughing loudly again enjoying the gagging sounds coming from her face buried between my widely spread legs. I could her desperately gurgling while swallowing mouthful after mouthful of my piss. After some seconds I had emptied my bladder.

“Ok slut, it wasn’t that bad. You only lost a little on the floor. If you show me an excellent oral service I might decide to forget about it. Let us start with my delicious ass hole. Start licking the best you can!” I shouted and pressed her mouth against my rosebud. First I felt nothing but then she probably changed her mind as I felt a tongue start to lick. The sounds coming from her told me she didn’t like it. Her head blushed feeling humiliated and degraded being forced to lick my asshole but she cleverly continued. The feeling was just gorgeous, the feeling of her tongue licking and the knowledge that she really hated it but that she just didn’t dare to stop. After about ten minutes I decided that it was time to move on and I adjusted her head in position with her nose and mouth between my cleft. She just continued licking even when I took her right nipple between two fingers and squeezed until she screamed between my legs. After about ten minutes I felt the orgasm build up and while forcing her head harder in position I squeezed the head between my loans while I exploded in an orgasm that felt like it would last forever. Gradually I relaxed again feeling better than I had felt for mounts. Suddenly I felt her body move frantically up and down while some strange sounds escaped her mouth. I could see her stomach moving back and for the like it was cramping.

“Ohhhhhhhhh, sorry dear.” I said and spread my legs and released her head from my damping cunt. Her gasp for air sounded like a bellow.

“Yoooouuuu  almost choked me! I couldn’t breathe at all! Ahhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh, you could have killed me!” she complained.

“Nonsense, you will be surprised when you find out for how long you will be able to survive without air. It’s just a matter of training and that’s all! You just have so much to learn. How did my cunt and ass taste? Was it tasty?” I asked her smiling at her. She blushed again feeling humiliated sitting with her head inches from my still damping cunt. I really loved it. It is indescribable; I just can’t express the feelings going through my body. The sight of this totally controlled slut sitting with a ring gag inches from my cunt feeling a humiliation that probably beat whatever she had felt in her entire life. The fact that she was gagged and the hopeless condition probably made her decide not answering. Without letting her see it I took a flexible rubber whip hanging from the side of my chair. With a sudden move I stoke her with the whip on her ass as hard as I could. Her body jumped and she screamed both due to the surprise and the pain.

“ANSWER ME WHEN I ADDRESS YOU! WILL YOU EVER LEARN?” I shouted.

“Yes it was tasty, both your cunt and ass was tasty!” she cleverly answered with a scared look at her face still finding it difficult to speak due to the gag.

“YOU DISGUSTING SMELLY LIAR! DON’T YOU EVER LIE TO ME! I KNOW YOU DON’T TELL THE TRUTH!” I shouted again.

“I’m sorry! It didn’t taste that good!” she tried again.

“That was much better. I will be kind and forget about it! Just remember what will happen if I caught you lying again! Now I think it is time for you to rest.” I said and left the chair again. I produced a curve steel band and locked into place between her legs. Then I removed the painful boots. She really looked grateful when I removed them. I dragged her to the feet and guided her to another area of the dungeon. We stopped in front of a short wood door only a little more than a feet high. I opened the door and a hole in the wall not more than two feet broad could be seen. I quickly removed her gag.

“In you go and quick! Or do you want me to use the whip again?” I asked her.

“Please, don’t make me sleep in this cramped space! I promise to be good. Please!” she begged again.

I just took the whip and that was enough. Quickly she squatted and started to back into the dark hole. It wasn’t easy for her as even if she was on all four her back would hit the ceiling of the hole. Halfway in I ordered her to stop. I put a collar attached to a chain hanging from the wall around her neck. Then I unlocked her cuffs and then I ordered her to continue. The collar was to make sure I still had her controlled.

“I’m just too kind to you but I thought you would like to have your hands free. The chastity belt you are wearing it to make sure you don’t try to masturbate in the hole. It’s not a vacation!” Then I slammed the door shut and bolted it. I opened the tiny lid located in the door.

“I know it will give you some light but I’m afraid that the door is too tight giving you no fresh air. Have a pleasant night my dear! By the way; the hole is your toilet as well! I haven’t had time for installing any toilet facilities” I said and laughed. Then I left the dungeon area again knowing my slut was safe until tomorrow when I was ready for her again.

“Ohhh my god, what a woman! Why had I never met her?” Mick thought feeling his dick was on the bursting point. He decided to keep his load back for tomorrow. He really hoped that Jane would show up.

He awoke early in the morning excited about the day. After breakfast he decided to visit Anne in the dungeon. He brought her breakfast to her cell. Before entering he put on the hood as usual.

“Good morning Anne, have you slept well? Pew, what a stench you have produced! You smell even worse than yesterday. Now remain still while I feed you. After eating you will be prepared for the day” I said and started feeding her. She gratefully ate what I offered her and she even seemed to like the piss mixture I as usually offered for quenching her thirst. After finished eating I washed her smelly ass slightly with a little water and then a dressed her. I had decided that it was time to let her feel how it is to be completely sealed in thick latex.  She surprisingly looked at the shiny rubber suit and the matching hood.

“Now just be a good slut and let me put you in this suit. I have a lot of ways to make you obey so my advice to you is just to accept it!” I told her while removing the spreader bar. I coated the suit with talc at the inside to make it slip on easier. Then I started dressing her. Though the latex was quite flexible it still was hard work to dress her. Before slipping it over her hips I plugged both ass and cunt and I put the adjacent tubes through holes in the suit. She complained while I did it but she didn’t dare to try to resist. The hardest work was to get her arms into the adjacent arms in the suit. She actually looked happy to have the cuffs removed again. After about ten minutes hard work she was in the suit. Her latex covered arms were then put in a tight rubber arm binder strapping them at the back. The neck of the suit covered the steel collar around her neck. Then I was ready for the hood.

“Oh, please don’t. Please, not the hood again. I hate it! It’s awful being hooded, it’s like sensory deprivation!” I complained.

“Nonsense, the hood is nothing. Today you’ll feel even more isolated, because you’re going to wear this gas mask and your ears will be plugged as well,” he said with a broad smile showing me the black gas mask he had brought with him.

“Please, why are you doing this to me? It’s already really hot inside the suit even without the hood. I don’t need more, please, I’ll do whatever you want me to. I already feel sweat running inside the suit. It’s horrible! Please, please, don’t do this,” I begged, I pleaded, I promised. I’d do anything not to have all this stuff on me again! Suddenly my night in the spreader bar didn’t seem so bad in comparison with all the strictures I’d have to endure today.

“I’m glad you told me. I almost forgot,” he said while forcing a funnel into my mouth and strapping it in place behind my head. The funnel had a long spout that just barely penetrated my throat; It made refusing whatever was poured into it impossible. I dreaded what he’d do with it, but to my relief he only produced water and poured it in. I wished he’d let me have some of the water in my mouth, it would wash out the taste of the shit and piss from the…day?…before, but I wasn’t to have that luxury, it seemed. He kept filling me until I felt like I was going to pop, and I felt a little nauseous from the amount of water filling my stomach and pressing down on my internal organs. But worse was to come, I realized when he removed the funnel, forced the hood over my head, pushed the hollow tube gag into my mouth, and fastened it in place. Then the horrible gas mask came, cutting off every bit of light from my world and plunging me in darkness again. That seemed like it, but after a moment I started wriggling desperately as the plugs he’d stuffed into my ass and vagina started inflating. Not again, I prayed as they became uncomfortable, but they stopped just short of pain. Then he left me alone, locked in my rubber prison, uncomfortably full and desperately uncomfortable!

“A slave in a rubber suit needs a lot of water in order not to dehydrate. This will make sure you will be safe during this ordeal” I instructed her. After filling her until I could feel her stomach being swollen I stopped and I enjoyed her gasping for air for a while before I continued. First I plugged her ears and then the hood switched of her light. She moaned and complained when I pushed a hollow dildo shaped gag into the mouth hole and strapped it behind her back. Now she was ready for the gasmask. I strapped it as tightly as I could making sure she felt totally isolated from the outer world. All that could be heard was the hissing sound from her breathing and the click from the in and outlet valves for the air coming in and out her lungs. In my excitement looking at my sexy pet I almost forgot about the plugs. I started pressing the rubber bulbs gradually increasing the size of the dildos inserted deeply in her ass and cunt. I didn’t stop before the desperately move of her head from side to side told me she was close to the limit, at least for now. I knew that after an hour or two she would be able to take a few presses more. I placed her in the rubber padded cell I had made and locked the door. Then the heat was turned on and after switching on the microphone and the cameras I left the dungeon again extremely excited. Now I could hardly wait until Jane hopefully showed up.

Alexis’s arrival.

It was about time for Alexis’s arrival. I took position in my living room as I had told her. I decided to enjoy a large malt whisky while waiting. Five minutes before the planned time I heard the doorbell ring once. Then the door was opened and I heard some noises in my entrance area. After a few minutes a knock was heard on my door and into my living room stepped an extremely beautiful and exciting woman. She was dressed in a tight fitting rubber tricot. She wore long tight fitting leather boots. At the right side she had a short riding whip hanging. Her hands were hidden by an elbow long pair of tight rubber gloves. Her face was partly hidden behind a leather mask and her long black hair was curled up behind the back. I almost stopped breathing sitting in my favorite Master suit without wearing my hood.

“Wow, you really look good! You look both good and scary. Please have a seat and tell me your story while enjoying the drink I have prepared for you!” I told her

“Thank you. I’m happy you like what you see. Now for my story. I once met a man who loved to be dominated and humiliated by women. I planned an ordeal for him and we agreed the time for his arrival. I locked him in my homemade pillory with legs widely spread. I continued to tell him how disgusting I thought he was. I put the same pair of rubber gloves I’m wearing right now on in front of him and told him I wouldn’t touch his disgusting body with my bare hands. Then I pushed one finger deep up in his asshole while I jerked him of with the other hand. I ordered him to hold back but it didn’t last for long before he failed. I gave him 20 stokes with my whip at his ass until it turned nicely red and then a picked up the device I had planned to lock onto him. It was a tube chastity belt but I had modified it. The belt included two containers for trapping his balls. I locked the device tightly onto his private parts and then the fun began. The lower part of the tube had been angled about twenty degrees making any ejection impossible. I sexually stimulated him until he screamed for mercy and then I revealed another secret about his belt. I took a tiny socket wrench and placed in a hole in one of the container for his balls. Then I turned until he again screamed for mercy. I turned the wrench slightly back again and then I did the same with the other container. Inside the containers was a plate, which by turning the screw squeezed his balls. He really was scared and continued begging for release. I just ignored him while I “dressed” in a strap-on dildo in front of him. The size of the dildo made him look even more scared. I went behind him and then I turned on the vibrator for the dildo inside me. While enjoying the vibrator I backdoor fucked him until he almost collapsed. During this I continued to stimulate him making sure he felt the pain produced by the fact that the tube just didn’t leave room for any erection. When satisfied I locked a belt around his waist and then I released first one hand and chained it to the belt and then the other and chained this hand as well. The short chains made sure he could feel his new “toy” of pleasure as well as it made sure I still would be in control. Then I released him. You should have seen him. I had never seen a man as desperate as him. It was just so exciting to enjoy his useless attempt to remove the belt. He shouted at me and he actually tried to force me to remove it. I just laughed as he really wasn’t in a position to threaten anybody at all. After a while he calmed down realizing that there was nothing he could do at all. I told him that I wouldn’t remove it until he had worn it for at least one month. You should have seen his reaction. “I’m playing football, what about that? I can’t play wearing this belt and I certainly can’t show my body naked wearing this belt! And the never ending squeezing of my balls! Well, I might be able to make this disappear with the right socket wrench” he told me. Sorry dear, I had to tell him but the lock block these holes as well. I will be the only one who will be able to do it. Don’t worry; within a few hours you have got used to the pain. Now I’m tired of you. I will clean up the room and leave you. I locked him with a chain to the steel tube for heating and then I removed my equipment. What I hadn’t told him was the fact that the apartment wasn’t mine and that I had rented it for two days in a false name. I placed my gear in my van and then I went for him again. I hang an ice block from the ceiling over him but beyond his reach. In the ice block was the key for his chains but not the belt. I kissed him goodbye and then I just left him. His only possible contact to me after I left him was an email address. I guess you can imagine the amount of mails I got from him. Almost every night I masturbated thinking on him wearing my belt. I kept him belted for 40 days before I sent him the key for removing it. I think he was angry at me because he didn’t write to me after he received the key. I am sure he thinks twice before he tries this again. He told me about a lot of itching during his ordeal as cleaning was impossible. It must have been quite a smelly dick he released after his 40 days ordeal. I still have the letters he wrote for me as they still excite me. I forced him to write about it and to take picture of his caged dick during his ordeal. All I needed was to tell him that I would close my mail if he refused and then he was able to write the most exciting letters for me. The tube ended in a rounded steel lid welded to the tube with tiny holes, the lid was made of titanium making any cutting impossible. The tight fit made it impossible to use a metal cutter at any places of the belt for removing it. I ordered him to take some pictures shoving the head of his dick through the holes at the end of the tube. The last pictures showed a head of a dick deeply red. He told me how he tried to pour disinfectant  into the tube and the pains he endured while the disinfectant did its work but the problem was that it never lasted for long before the itching started all over again. In 40 days he wasn’t able to touch his cock at all! That was my favorite story explaining my deepest desires. Now I’m excited to hear what you have in mind! I have some experiences with women as well but not as extreme as this story. I would love to try it as I actually think I would find it as exciting as punishing a man. My favorite concerning women is to force a woman who doesn’t like lesbian sex at all to lick me to several orgasms while I torture her” Alexis said to me.

“It really was a story. I think I will be able to offer want you want. I only need to make a few tests. You told me you are a switch and I just need to make sure. Are you ready for this? You can choose if you want to be restrained or you fell more comfortable being free. I will stroke you ten times with the cane. If you choose to be unrestrained I must tell you that each interfering with the hand means two additional strokes. What do you think?” I asked her.

“It’s OK with me. I choose the unrestrained punishment. Not that I don’t trust you but to show you I really am a switch who can turn submissive as well” she answered me.

“OK, then undress and pit these rubber knickers on. It’s just to make sure the cane doesn’t tear your ass to blood. When proper dressed you take position lying with your torso on the table and legs widely spread” I told her in a more commanding tone.

Without saying a word she just undressed and did as she was told. I really loved the sight of her naked body and the transparent rubber knickers just made her look even sexier. She took position as ordered and took a good grab at the sides of the table. I took position behind her and with my right hand between her legs I lifted her ass to the desired position.

“Auhhhhhhhhhhh” she moaned both in excitement and discomfort.

“Keep your ass in this position. You are allowed to move your ass between stroke but when ready again I want your ass like this, understood?” I asked.

“Yes Master” she submissively answered me.

I rubbed her clit through the latex knickers for a while and then I aimed the first stroke and put all efforts in the stroke. When wearing knickers a slave must be able to take the hardest stroke you are able to produce.

SWIIISH

“Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuoooooooooooooouuuuuuuuu, thank you Master” she replied and her ass was in position again. She really is something, A few seconds and she is ready again. I think I have found the right on, I thought while aiming stroke number two.

SWIIISH

“Auuuuooooouuuuuuoooooooooaaaaaaa, thank you Master” she once again replied but this time it took a little longer before she was in position again. I could see her hands were white clearly indicating that she had difficulties keeping them away from her now sore ass.

“Get in position faster! A Master is not supposed to wait for long to continue!” I ordered sounding angry but I actually loved it. She did extremely well. When I delivered stroke number eight she failed eagerly rubbing her sore buttocks.

“What is that slut? You know not to move until I am finished!” I shouted.

“I’m terrible sorry Master. I just couldn’t help it. Please give me two more additional strokes for my misbehavior. I deserve it!” she answered me.

My heart almost stopped beating. It was her first punishment and she already behaved like this. She had already been approved though I had not finished yet. Her ass looked just lovely through the transparent knickers. Deeply red swollen stripes could be seen. Blood was just pumping into my excited dick. She managed to take the last four strokes without any more interfering. When receiving the last stroke she screamed hearty and it lasted for almost two minutes before she regained control. I gave her a kiss just to show her I was very pleased. Normally I don’t show it to a slave but this really was different.

“Come with me. I have something to show you!” I said to Alexis still rubbing her striped ass. She followed me.

“Take position in the sofa. I will be with you in a minute.” I said. I returned with two large malt whiskies and then I took position beside her.

“What I show you now must remain our secret. But after hearing your story I actually don’t think this will be a problem for you. You have passed with credit and I offer you to stay with me in this house. I will now switch on this monitor and what you see is our common future plaything” I told Alexis while switching on the monitor. On the scream I saw the picture of my lovely pet struggling in the padded cell. She obviously was awake as she moved around in the cell.

“That’s really lovely. Marvelous!  What a nice padded cell she has occupied. I love the shape of her body and the tight fitting black shiny suit really exposes it! How long has she been like this?” Alexis asked.

“Only for four hours but I think she has the feeling that it is more. The cell is heated as well!” I told her.

“May I make a suggestion?” Alexis asked

“Sure, be my guest” I answered.

“Let us test her. Let her remain in this suit for at least one week. The only device we remove is the gasmask for feeding her and to make sure she doesn’t dehydrate. During the test we gradually increase the temperature in her cell making it even more uncomfortable for her. I assume you have plugged her as I can see the rubber bulbs. I hope you have used thin one making it possible for her to piss and defecate if we deflate them. If it is so she doesn’t need to get out of the suit before we think she is ready. After a week dressed like that she will be swimming in her own filth and she will know how disgusting she is. I assume you have chosen a hood with open mouth. That means she will be able to service the both of us orally during her ordeal. Furthermore we can make love in front of her just making it even more hopeless to her. We will of course block both holes to the very limit during this test. You and I will have a lot of fun and pleasure and she must just suffer. What do you think?” Alexis asked me.

“I’m just so impressed. I hardly can wait to see you test her. Maybe I will punish you before I give you control just to make sure you do well. Why don’t you on your rubber tricot again and then I think it is a great idea that you and I make love here while watching my slut suffers for both you and me!” I replied.

“I think you just read my mind. Let’s finish this drink and have some fun! But promise we get up early tomorrow. I hardly can wait to visit your slave for real!” Alexis answered.

“Good idea!” I said and walked closer to her with my hands at the back. Before she had a chance to resist I cuffed her hands at her back.

“Hey, what are you doing? I’m your assistant Mistress, remember! Why do you cuff me, what do you have in mind?” Alexis complained but though she complained I could feel it excited her.

“I have planned a surprise for you in the bedroom. Though you are my assistant Mistress you still have to prove you are a sub as well. I’m sure that the more you suffer in my hands the more skilful you will train our slut!” I said wit a broad smile and then I hooded her with a heavy leather hood cutting of all light as well as she would feel hot inside within a few minutes. I locked a steel collar with a chain running from a ring welded to it around her neck. Then I dragged her to my bedroom and the surprise I have made only for her.