The Envelope
Aug. 10th-
My hands were shaking as I opened the envelope, inside was a typed letter, a
small bottle filled yellowish liquid, a leather cock ring with a ball spreader,
3 small padlocks and another envelope. I set them on the desk in front of me and
read the first line, "Remove all your clothes before reading this, insert a butt
plug, put the cock ring and then and only then may you read the rest of this
letter!!!!!" I laid the letter down on the desk and removed my clothes, went to
the bedroom and took out the mid sized butt plug from it's hiding place, lubed
it up and inserted it with some pain. The sensation brought my semi-erect penis
to full erection and I noticed the women across the apartment courtyard watching
me through the window. She smiled and mouthed the word "cocksucker" to me. I
often wonder if the reason Madam ordered me to remove the drapes was because she
had this woman watching me.
I then returned to the den and picked up the cock ring and inspected it. It
seemed unadjustable and with holes that a d-ring inserted into. I was quick to
notice that the only way I could put it on was to insert the d-rings into the
hole and lock the padlocks. I turned the envelope over and shook it hoping that
she had sent the key but there were none. I thought about skipping the cock ring
but worried about her swinging by unnoticed like she had a habit of doing and
punishing me for not following orders. She had a key and often would appear out
of nowhere and demanded inspection or would sometimes show up at my work and put
me through my hoops in the back room. The threat of spending another night naked
tied by my wrists and balls to the patio railing got the best of me and I
struggled to tighten the leather strap around the base of my cock and then the
strap over the center of my scrotum and then connected the t-strap on each side
of the base strap. I place the 3 padlocks through the d-rings, I held my breath
as I clicked each shut. My cock was already beginning to swell and showed no
signs of reducing in size. I began to panic at the thought that it would not go
down without me coming and Madam not allowing me to. Thoughts of the hack saw in
the closet came to mind but I held fast I knew that this was a test and assured
myself that mistress would be by later with the keys.
Putting the panic thoughts to the back of my mind I knelt on the hardwood floor
and began reading the letter where I had stopped before. "Well, bitch your tiny
little mind is more than likely doing cartwheels right now thinking about my
little gift and the locks, Gee I wonder where those keys are? Maybe there's a
hole in the envelope or they fell on the floor when you opened it? No worry pet.
They are safely hanging off my labia rings. One problem though, by the time you
read this I'll be in LA on business. I'm probably sitting at the hotel right now
laughing about you on your knees fully erect and in pain with no relief in
sight. What a warm thought. Understand two things- 1. You will receive a visit
from my friend Sherrie in the next 12 hours or so. If that ring is not on, your
balls will be placed in the ball flask and crusher." My stomach turned as I
thought of when I was introduced to the ball flask and crusher. After 4 turns I
passed out from the pain and even think about the thing made shake in fear. It
was a steel cylinder that fit around the scrotum with a screw attached to a
metal plate. The weight alone was painful but once the screw was turned the pain
was unbearable.
She continued, "2. I have the serial numbers off each padlock and if they do not
match you will not come for 4 months and will be turned over to one of my other
male slaves to use as his prison house bitch. Worry not whore, I will be back on
the 18th but until then it must be worn at all times(as if you have a choice).
Over the next 10days you will follow the following orders daily to prepare to
service me on the 18th. If you fail to preform any of them incorrectly or if it
simply pleases me you will receive all both the ball flask, not be allowed to
release for 4 months while being used as a prison bitch and then sold to a male
Dom."
Below where listed the following:
1. All pubic hair is to be removed. Since the cock ring will cover some of the
area and make shaving impossible I suggest Nair.
2. Whenever you are at home you are to wear a butt plug, be naked at all times
and wear a sign that says "Whore" around your neck. The butt plug is to only be
removed when you are at work But. you must have it in your pocket at all times.
Also at work you may only wear wool suits with nothing under neath.
3. Sherrie will be over nightly to see to your progress and her and her friends
may have uses of you as she sees fit.
4. Sherrie will be over soon to remove all your food. You are to surrender all
your money, bank cards, charge cards and etc... to her. She will supply you with
2 loafs of bread which will be you diet for the next 8 days. You will only be
allow that, water and whatever bodily fluids and waste Sherrie is nice enough to
supply you with.
5 Daily you will give yourself a 2 quart enema. You are to do a hundred jumping
jacks and twenty deep knee bends before expelling the waste. If you fail to do
this you are to drink the enema water.
6. She will also be removing all blankets, Pillows, sheets, clothing, and other
unneeded items of clothing. She will also be locking you mattress up and you
will sleep on the hardwood floor. As a treat on Saturday night you may sleep on
your come and urine stained blanket that we use for sessions(bet you wondered
why I wanted you to not wash that didn't you).
7. Twice daily you are to masturbate yourself to coming and stop 10 times.
8. Each night at 10pm you are to insert 10 play piercings on your genitals.
9. All you enemas, masturbation, piercing and other sessions are to video taped
and then posted to your web site so I may enjoy them. Also your web cam is to be
on during the whole 8 days(if you haven't guessed I have been watching you the
whole time).
10. On August 18th you are to check in to the Holiday Inn by the airport,
remove your clothing, unpack and lay out the toys and then open the other
envelope.
Have a good time and enjoy your 8 days. I will be thinking about you and
laughing at how much of a loser you are to go through all this for a women who
will be fucking every boy she comes in contact with. Pretty pathetic isn't it.
Stay on your knees and masturbate, until Sherrie arrives. I figure it's about
6pm now and she gets off work around 9:30. I sure hope she finds the note I left
on her car with your key.
Your Owner, Master and Mistress,
Madam Lori
P.S. If you come for any reason in the next 8 days regardless if it is your
fault or not you will hang from your balls for an hour.
My heart sunk a little. I was already sweating and wished I had turned the air
conditioner on. I was just in too big of a hurry to see what was in the letter.
Stupid me. How do I also get myself in these situations? Why did my libido rule
my life? Why did I agree to all this? Well I would have 4 hours to think about
it. I looked up at the web cam and then at the computer screen and realized
there was 1753 people logged on right now watching me. I must look ridiculous
and only one person knew why I was knelling on the hardwood floor in front of
the desk, naked, with my cock in bondage slowly masturbating myself. The thought
sent a shiver through my spine and I began to feel the beginning of an orgasm. I
held back slowing my pace and tried to control it.
I was losing the war when the phone rang. The answering machine came on and I
heard my Mistress laugh and saying, "Oh no, It's going to blow. Come on, I know
you want it. Go ahead let go. You would look so cute in the dungeon hanging by
you little balls. .I guess I could be nice and let it go this one time. Do you
want your mistress to pity you and let you have one for free?" I shock my head
violently, make sure she could clearly see it. "Should I let him?" I heard a
man's voice in the background say, "No, get off the phone and come back to bed.
I want to fuck you in the ass." Who was this man? Why was he in her bed? She
laid the phone down and said, "Yes I want to feel that hard cock inside me.
Please fuck me. I bet Gerald wishes he had a cock as big as yours, then I might
let him fuck me." The sounds of their fucking blared through the phone. I could
hear him calling her a whore and her telling him to fuck her ass harder. That
she was his little whore and etc... After a few minutes I heard her screaming
that she was coming and him telling her he wanted to come in her face. He let
out a scream and started telling to rub his come into her face like a good $20
whore. There was a pause. My body was shaking, the sweet covered my body. I was
floating on the very tip of my knees and my toe nails. Just as I almost lost it
completely and came, she returned to the phone out of breath and ordered me to
squeeze my balls. The pain saved me. Then there was a click and she was gone.
I spent the next 3 plus hours trying to focus on non-sexual things like Who's on
First, Quotes from the bible I'd learn as a child, The pledge of Allegiance,
song lyrics, anything that might focus my mind off the fact that I was slowing
stroking my cock that was in painful bondage at the whim of a evil women that
was over a thousand miles away. Anything to keep my mind off the fact that I was
being tortured by remote control. Anything to keep my mind off the week that was
ahead, the cruel and exciting things that awaited me. Anything to keep my mind
off this evil woman standing over me with he, black zipped top, 6 strapped
garter, latex stockings and granny boots. Her with the that cock eyed smile and
her bob of red hair in her eyes. Inches away, half naked, the scent of her
excitement in the air and in her bright green eyes. Inches away but outside my
class and outside my touch. That woman that was now being used like a street
walker but some stranger in LA. It was an on going cycle of getting to the point
of no return to giving in to the power that was the fever inside me and then I'd
have to hurt myself to keep from coming. 10pm came and went. I began counting
the number of planks in the floor board only to have to start over when my mind
drifted back to her the things she had ordered me to do over the past 5 years,
Like cleaning toilets with my tongue at her uptown condo that I and 2 other
slave paid for. Or the time she turned me over to her twin sister and brother as
a graduation present for 3 days. It had ended with me naked on a country road
with no idea where I was or how to get home. My knees were sore, my eyes were
burning from the sweat and I was beginning to cramp up. My cock was the color
purple and soar. I really didn't know how much longer I could keep it up.
At 10:37 in walked Sherry. She took her time, stopping by the refrigerator to
get a beer, then to the restroom and even stopped to watch the 11 o clock news.
At last, she sat down on the corner of the desk. She was about 5' 8" Dark Black
hair cut into a bob. She was wearing a black business suit, black seamed
stocking and 5 inch french heeled black leather shoes. She crossed her legs high
letting her stocking tops sneak out on the side. She didn't say anything but sat
there watching me as I painfully jerked myself. Every once and a while she would
shift and rub her thighs together. It was easy to see she was enjoying it. I
could tell by the hard look in her eyes and the slight smile on her face that
she was thinking about Mistress allowing me to fuck her in the ass a few weeks
ago as a punishment for her and a reward for me. It was not hard to see the
revenge in her glassy stare.
She sipped from her beer and tongued the top off the bottle. There was complete
silence. I was totally under her power and she knew. She knew I would do
anything she wanted to come or at least be released from the consent stroking I
was giving myself. The tables had turned she wasn't on the bottom now to be used
as a slave to a slave. Her legs were not tied to the sides of a saw horse with
her ass wide open and waiting to be invaded and tortured. No her legs were
crossed and I was the one wanting to be used.. I was the one wanting to be
invaded and tortured. It was all too clear why mistress had choose her to over
see this. She hated me and was going to enjoy seeing me in pain and in non stop
sexual frustration.
She slowly set down her beer and opened her legs, giving me a clear and up close
view of her freshly shaved cunt. I could see the evidence of her excitement
collecting around her opening. I felt the orgasm coming. I was right at the edge
just south of the point of no return. She one up it and rang her finger across
her clit. I licked my lips. My whole world was now there. The center of my
universe was watching her finger slowly rub her clit and the edge of her labia.
Quickly she increased her speed and before she was shaking but making no sound.
I could hear my heart beat pounding in my ear. My whole body was on fire. I no
longer felt the pain. The cramps were gone. I kept fighting, just surfing on
that edge. She was now coming and her whole body was a twisting, convulsing
vision of release. I was hovering on my knees and toes. I knew too well that one
more stroke and I would come. She looked at me in a trance, licking her fingers
clean with her hair down in her eyes and a sideways smile on her month. "Stop
now!", broke the trance and I hung there unsatisfied on the edge willing to
murder my own family just to come. I felt the orgasm fall back in to where it
came from. My cock twisting and humping air trying to gain release. She smiled
and sipped her beer, heartless. As my body tried to achieve pleasure.
"My, my you like you are in a land of shit. I bet you wish right now that you
had never opened that envelope. Too late now fuck-o. Your ass belongs to me for
the next 7 days and" She looked at her watch, " 20 minutes. And you are going to
hate every last second of it but damn am I going to enjoy it." She lit a smoke,
took a drag and said, "Open sez me." I opened my month and she flicked the ashes
into my month. 'Did you enjoy that nut you blew in my ass?"
"Yes, Mistress." I squeaked out.
"Well, boy are you going to pay for it now and I assure you that before our
little time together is over, you are going to completely understand what it
feels like. Except it won't be some tiny little cock like yours. Oh no, you are
going to know what it feels like to be fucked in the ass by a real man." She
then flicked another ash on my waiting tongue.
I had forgotten about the Bottle that Madam had sent until she picked it up and
held it in front of my nose. "You know what this is, shithead?"
"No Mistress", I said as visions of what it could be raced through my mind. At
first I thought that it was urine but it was too thick. To tell the truth I
really had no idea but I knew that I would soon be drinking it.
She held it up to the light and gave it a shack. "This is a mixed drink.
Remember when you fucked me up the ass?"
"Yes Mistress I do." No it couldn't be.
"Well what we have here is your cum shit out of my ass with a little urine mixed
in for flavor. For the last 12 days it has been sitting in Madam's Dungeon
aging. Open up." She then poured the continence into my mouth while pinching her
nose. It smelled awhful and tasted worst. I could feel the chunks of shit as is
slowly drained down my throat all the while I fought back the gagging. She
taunted me by saying, "Yum, Yum and you will soon get to taste some of that from
the source.." and with that she pushed me on to my back and began pissing in to
my mouth. Then ordered me to clean her and bring her to orgasm. All the while
she teased my cock to the brim of orgasm over and over. After she had gain two
or three orgasms I began to break down and cry and beg to let me come. She just
laughed and said, "God tears are such a turn on."
