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The bed has been a wonderful addition.
I find myself in it just about every night. Nicolas has become very skilled orally. We start off each night with me on the bed
and him kneeling on the floor licking me to an orgasm. I even have him fuck me to several
orgasms. He on the other hand is
frustrated nightly. From time to time I
use the chastity pole on him but most of the time a rawhide leather bootstrap
is tied tightly to his genitals, allowing him all the sensation but never
cumming. I find the more frustrated
he gets the harder I cum. I don’t think
I can ever get enough of his torment.
I have not fully broken him and sometimes I feel I never will. Despite the fact that I feel he will still
look for a way out, I sometimes sleep in the bed with him chained to the foot
of it. On those nights I awake feeling
very alive.
It has amazed me how much better looking Nicolas has gotten. His training with the rocks combined with his
diet I have him on has eliminated almost all of his body fat. He is also developing well-sculpted
muscles. His strength has increased
greatly. If it were not for his
restraints he would most likely overpower me now. This knowledge thrills me for some reason.
He is always with the heavy chain attached to his ball cuff. I also leave the black leather leash on him
as sort of my steering wheel for directing him or when I am feeling angry,
pulling him by it to where I want him to be.
He still wears the chains connecting his wrists to his collar. His hands can reach no lower then his navel.
So he is continually frustrated trying to touch himself. I have also allowed his hair to grow back in,
which seems to make him happier. He has behaved very well of late; it has been
a long while since his blue eyes have starred into mine. His eyes are always facing down and I no
longer see the anger that had shone from them.
He has not spoken unless I demand an answer from him. All the tasks I have given him are done in a
timely fashion and with no errors. I am
pleased to see that I arouse him every time I enter the ‘apartment’. It really turns me on that he stiffens the
moment I open the door. His cock is always at attention for me. His balls are a lovely shade of blue and
purple; they are full of his seed. He
moans pleadingly to me and begs me with his eyes; desperate to cum. I always tell him the same thing, “you have
not earn the right to cum just yet. I will decide when
you are to cum, not you”. Even thought they are just moans, I am very strict
when he tries to communicate with me and I force a gag into his mouth. My
favourite gag is the double dildo gag, with the short fat side filling his
mouth with a fat rubber cock and the other side a long hard cock filling my
pussy. I will ride the gag fast and hard
and I always orgasm. He can see it all
but can’t taste me. Once in the while I
pull his head down between my legs and have the gag fuck me while I pull him by
his hair. My orgasms I have while using
the gag on him have become almost addictive for me.
I have purchased many books that will teach him how to pleasure and
serve women. Books on massage therapy,
pedicures, pleasuring a woman orally are mixed in with cookbooks, domestic
service books and other books that teach useful skills. He must read at least two chapters a day and
show me that night what he has learned.
All his instructions are teaching him a woman’s pleasure is the most
important thing in his life, the only thing. His pleasure will be to pleasure
women.
Sometimes I have him kneel at my feet and read from a book out loud to
me. I love the sound of his voice at
these times. I sit back and stroke the
short hair on his head and find myself drifting as he reads. My mind wanders to thoughts of the women he
has damaged. The ones that can be saved
from their own hells, I have them going through their own training. Re-learning to feel good about themselves. They are
all being instructed in the martial arts, which are helping heal their minds as
well as their bodies. I see that a few
of them have the potential to become as good as myself in the art of fighting.
I also think about when I can show them Nicholas. Will it be good for them to see him now or
would it harm them?
I drift back to the present. He
is done with his reading and waiting patiently for my next order. I have this strong need to check in on the
women so all I do is prepare him for the night and lock him into his cage. I rush upstairs to call the women.
After the
phone call I decide to pay the women a visit the next day. I awake early and feed him. Instead of going
and doing his chores, I lock him back in the cage and hang a large water bottle
from one of the bars. That should be all
he’ll need in the next twenty-four hours.
He knows
something is different. It is the first
time in a long time that he hasn’t had to move those damn rocks. What was the bottle of water for? How long would he be locked into this
cage? Where is she going? He feels alone in his cage and insecure. He needs her to be here. He wants her to be here. Alone
in the dark with just his thoughts and fears as company. What have I done to displease her? All I want to do is please her so that I will
one day be able to touch my cock once more.
Oh how he longs to touch it. It’s
been too long that he has not pleasured himself. He pulls mightily on his chains trying in
vain to touch his cock. His cock is free
and taunting him. She did not place him
in any of those dreaded chastity devices.
Just thinking of the KTB or the chastity pole sends involuntary shivers
down his spine.
He is
hungry. All he gets is that forced feed
fluid. It has no taste and makes him
sick to think what it might be. When was
the last time he had a nice hot, solid meal?
He longs for a nice big T-bone steak with lots of roasted potatoes. He
finds his mouth watering at the thought of a solid meal. “When was the last time I had a proper meal”,
he shouts at the block walls. Fear hits him then; how long have I been held
here? He had no idea. Three weeks?
Two months? A
year? No it could not have been
that long. Why has no one found
him? Is anyone looking for him? No one cares for me? Tears begin to run down his cheeks. ‘I have
been a monster and that is why no one is looking for me’, this thought sends a
new flow of tears running down his cheeks.
For the first time he is feeling regret for what he had done to those
women. How he had shamed his
parents. “I am so, so sorry”, he cries
out in anguish. “Please help me be
good”. Do I deserve to be treated like this?
I am no animal; I am human. No, I
am a monster and I deserve a lot worse then this. Alone in the dark he breaks down and sobs.
A long time
later he feels his anger start to rise once more. He needs to do something to break out of
these thoughts that are poisoning his mind.
What can he do,
His anger
subsides and once more regrets sneaks in.
His thoughts continue to conflict all through that long dark lonely
day. Anger, regret, master, slave,
monster who is he? An animal trapped in a cold dark cage.
As I draw closer to home I am
concerned about Nicolas. I have been
away almost a day and a half. Too long for her to leave him
alone. But I feel good about my
visit. Each woman is much improved. They all seem almost whole once more. They have no money worries and the time to
heal. None of them mention him. It is almost like he never existed. I need to tell them about him soon. I will get the councillors to try to get them
to talk about him. They will not fully heal
without defeating him in their minds. Also I need them to find out if any of
the women still feel for him. I can’t
risk one of them helping him.
Nicolas’ sleep is very
troubled. Even there he can’t escape the
thoughts that have haunted him. He is
awakened by the sound of his cage being opened.
‘Oh no she is here’, his mind screams at him as he tries to get into
position. Too late he thinks as he hears
the whistle of the whip before it strikes him.
“Is this the way you greet me”, she
screams. “Kneel and stay in position
until I say otherwise. I notice the
water bottle is empty and the cage is surprisingly clean. “Time to clean you
up”, as I pull on his leash. I have him
sit on the toilet first then I chain him up in the shower. I notice his cock is already aroused so I
start to play with it with soapy hands.
I stop just before he cums and he moans in frustration. I bring him to the edge four more times and
his knees collapse causing him to strangle himself by his chained collar. I whip him until he is standing once
more. I shave his body hair so he is
once more smooth as a baby. I think
about shaving his head and decide that I like the short length it is now. After I feed him I give him eight sets with
the stones, his other domestic chores and to study two chapters.
It is the afternoon and I notice
something strange on the computer. I
have it so it is monitoring the movement of the stones. The second to the last stone was moved at
I drag him to the stocks before he
realizes what my intentions are I lock him in facing the wall. I start to beat him in a
frenzy. He screams with rage more then pain while I beat him. “Stop this you crazy bitch! Let me go!
I’ll kill you when I get free! You won’t get away with treating me like
an animal! Those girls killed themselves, I had nothing to do with it! Let me the fuck go! I want to Eat real
fucking food! Let me go you bitch!” He
seems too angry to feel the beating but I’m too angry and he is going to feel
me! I grab a cane and start to tear into
his flesh. “You are an animal! You never lie in my bed again! You are getting just what you deserve!” I yell and beat him with all my
strength. Finally he is howling in pain. It is music to my ears and makes me wet
between the legs.
Part of me feels despair. All that training and I
feel we are no closer then the beginning. I thought he was adapting to his fate. I feel betrayed.
I tire of his yelling and screaming
in pain. I get the ring gag and try to
put it on him. He fights me with
everything he has left. After several
attempts to gag him I finally punch him hard in the balls; the gag went in easy
after that. “Out with your tongue”, I
command. He sees the clamp in my hand
and shakes his head vigorously no. Again
I smash his balls with my fist. Tears
roll down his face as his tongue slowly pokes through the ring gag. I clamped his tongue into place; “there,
that’s much better”, I say as I pat him on his head. The tears still flow from his eyes and I find
that they are making me wet between my legs.
He deserves to suffer and why should I not enjoy his suffering?
I release him from the stocks and
drag his beaten body back to his cage. I
have him knell with his back against the bars.
Then I bound his body to the cage bars tightly so he can’t move at
all. I go to the wall in front of his
cage and remove a black sheet that has hung there since his imprisonment. There is a montage of photographs hung
there. I go to the light switch that was
also uncovered by the sheet and switch it on.
A spot light illuminates each photograph. They are pictures of his victims and of his
parents. Pointing a whip at him I yell, “look at these
pictures! Do you still know the names of
the women you killed? These are the
reasons you are an animal! I want you to
look at these pictures and think about the way you treated these people and how
it led to some of their deaths! When you
are ready, I will let you tell me why you are here and what you are!”
I come back into the cage with a
straight razor in my hand. He recognizes
the gleam of the steel and starts to shake with fear. I realize he thinks I am going to kill him. Laughing, I say, “I’m not going to kill you
fool. Killing you would be too easy no I
want you alive. I have very special
plans for you and your death would ruin all my fun.” I lather up his head and
shave off all his hair even his eyebrows.
He looks freakish without his eyebrows.
He sobs heavily and his body shudders with every sob.
I get a plastic box I had put
together and was just waiting for the right moment to use it. I bring it into the cage and open it up. It’s a kit that contains everything I need to
pierce his body. I have three nice studs
that go into his tongue. I had heard that
oral sex was better with a pierced tongue.
I take out the piercing needle and in no time he has three new shiny
orbs on his tongue. I smile as I release
the clamp and he tries to pull his tongue through the ring gag but he can’t
since it is too swollen. Next I put a
steel ring through his nose that is big enough that it rests on his upper
lip. I am surprised by the small amount
of blood that has appeared. Next I place
around each nipple a little metal shield.
I use haemostats to pull each nipple further through the hole in the
shields. Each nipple gets a new
ring. Next I pierce the head of his cock
and place a ring there. In the near
future I may add a
I then clean all of his wounds so no
infection will result. The whole time I
did the piercing he never uttered a sound.
Even now he just stares at the pictures and avoids looking at me. Tears still stream down his face.
“When I am ready to hear you I will
let you speak. For now look at the girls
and your parents and think about what you have done. What cost them their lives? And the girls that survived? Think of them too. They are recovering under my care and your
blood money. Think of what they will do
to you when I let them know you are here.”
With that I slam the cage shut and lock it. As I leave I turn out all the lights except
the one that illuminates the wall of photographs. I hear him weeping as I close the door.
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