My Submissive Life
14. Water Torture
I don't remember sleeping much that night. I needed to cum so bad, and I had
the erotic smell of her dirty panties tantalizing my nostrils all night. I
guess I must have finally drifted off. The next thing I knew it was morning,
and I could hear Miss Lynn moving in the bed. I lay very still so as not to
agitate her. I was hoping she would allow me to cum. As I became fully awake,
I realized how hard my penis was. I really needed to cum badly. My balls were
full and the smell of Miss Lynn's panties was driving me crazy. "Oh yes, that
was a good night's rest." She sat up in the bed and stretched. "Now I have to
pee." She looked over the edge of the bed to see that I was awake. "Did you
hear me? Bed pan." Yes ma'am. "Then get up here." I quickly got to the
center of the bed as I had done the night before. She squatted over my face and
looked down at me with a big grin. The difference this time was the smell of
her pussy. I guess the activity of last night really worked her up. She was
already leaking juice from her vagina. There was so much it was ready to drip
down, and the smell of her pussy was particularly exciting to me. It was very
strong. My penis was actually throbbing, and she knew it.
"Oh my, look at that cock of yours. I'll bet you would love to empty those
balls of yours. Wouldn't you?" Yes Miss Lynn. Please allow me to do so. I
was so in need I could not help but beg her for relief. "You still have some
work to do. But first, lick that stuff off of my pussy and tell me how much you
like it." I raised my head and used my tongue to catch the discharge from her
dripping pussy. Oh God it was so sweet. I loved it. I licked again from her
clit to her ass hole. The taste was divine. "Well, tell me." It was
wonderful Miss Lynn. Your pussy juice tastes wonderful ma'am. May I have the
honor of drinking your piss? "Oh yes. Open wide I can't wait much longer." As
soon as I opened my mouth I could see her piss start dripping out and down into
my mouth. The first few drops stung my taste buds. It was as strong as I had
ever tasted. Then she lowered her pussy over my open mouth and I sealed my lips
over it. She quickly let go with a stream of burning piss. It filled my mouth
as I tried hard to swallow it. She let off but quickly began again. She filled
my mouth several times. It was a magical experience. I felt so proud and so
honored to drink her golden nectar. She finally stopped and lowered most of her
weight on my face. My jaw was forced open and my nose was jammed into her ass
crack. I could not breath.
She stayed there for a few moments, then raised up enough for me to catch my
breath. As I did the odor from her dirty ass hole permeated my nostrils. "Lick
me dry. Do a good job if you know what's good for you." I quickly licked her
pussy and asshole to get any residue off. When I was finished she got up from
the bed and opened the drawer to her nightstand. To my surprise she pulled out
a pair of handcuffs. "Get up." I got up and walked around the bed to where she
was standing. That's when I noticed the large eye hook in the ceiling. "Put
these on your wrists." I did as instructed while she fumbled around in the
drawer for something else. She pulled out a piece of rope about 2 feet long.
Then she got up in the bed and stood so she could reach the eyehook. "I do this
to Bill sometimes to keep him from masturbating while I am in the shower. Raise
you hands over your head." I raised my hands up while she ran the rope through
the eyehook and then through the handcuffs. She tied the two ends together and
stepped down from the bed. "There we go. That ought to hold you." She stood
back and laughed at my predicament. Then she looked down at my shriveling
penis. "Oh that's too bad." She kneeled down with her head at the same level
as my penis and began gently blowing on the head. Oh my God. I could not
believe it. She also used one hand to cup my balls.
My penis immediately sprung to attention. "Well, what do we have here? Her
soft sexy voice and hot breath was driving me crazy. Within moments my penis
was rigid again, and I could see the pre-cum oozing from it. "Remember, I told
you about leaking on my carpet. If it does, I will have to punish you again,
and you will not be allowed to cum." Please Miss Lynn. Please let my arms
down so I can do something about it. Please ma'am. I am afraid I cannot control
my penis. She stood up and looked directly in my eyes. "That's your problem.
I'm going to take a shower and get dressed. When I get back, there better not
be any mess in my floor." She quickly turned and went to her bath.
I was getting very nervous as I looked down as my once erect penis slowly fell
down. I knew my discharge would follow and leak on the carpet. I moved my legs
in such a way to catch any discharge that my fall. Unfortunately this put me in
a very uncomfortable position, and created a strain on my arms. I was starting
to feel physically and mentally challenged. I would just have to wait. I
looked at the alarm clock several times. 5 minutes turned into 10 minutes.
Then 15, then 20. She was taking her good old time. After about 25 minutes I
could sense that she was finished. I heard her walking and the lights went out.
She walked into the bedroom.
She was still naked, but she had fixed her hair and put on make up. She was
beautiful, and for a moment, I felt so good to know that I had been serving her.
She walked toward me and looked down at the floor between my legs. "Oh my. Oh
my. It looks like we have a problem." She turned and disappeared into her
closet. I could not see her but I could hear her. My arms were aching from
being over my head so long. I wanted to beg her for relief. "You just can't
stay out of trouble." It sounded like she was dressing. "I guess I will have
to take you back to Miss Carol and Miss Zeta to see what we can do to you in
order to make you mind your manners." Please Miss Lynn. I am so sorry, but I
could not help it. Her head emerged at an angle from the closet. "Oh, don't
start making excuses. I don't want to hear it. You had better shut up or I
will leave you there all day." I felt so humiliated and helpless. She finally
came out fully dressed. She was wearing a business suit with high heels. She
looked so dominant and powerful: she was even more desirable. She walked up to
again. As she stared into my eyes she grabbed my penis and began caressing it.
I could smell her sensuous perfume, and my penis became hard again.
"You would like to cum, wouldn't you?" Yes ma'am. She let go of my pulsating
penis and started fondling my balls. "And these. You would love to relieve the
pressure in these. Wouldn't you." Yes Miss Lynn. She looked down and began
using her other hand to manipulate my penis. I was afraid I would erupt any
moment. "Maybe if you would beg me, I would soften my heart and allow you to
cum." Oh please Miss Lynn. Please allow me to cum. Oh please ma'am. I will
do anything for you. Please allow me to cum. I need to cum so badly Miss Lynn.
Please allow me to relieve my penis and balls. "How long has it been?" Her
soft sexy voice thrilled my heart and sent chills though my entire body. It was
Wednesday ma'am. "Wednesday." She continued to touch my balls. She was also
running her fingertip up and down the length of my shaft. Not enough to make me
cum, but enough to drive me crazy. "Let's see. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday.
Saturday. Sunday. That's four days. Right?" Yes ma'am. It's been
particularly difficult since I met you Miss Lynn. Your beauty, your smell, your
taste, Oh god Miss Lynn. You are driving me crazy. "I am?" Yes Miss Lynn.
Please allow me to cum. "I must admit you have tried hard to please me." She
put her hand around the base of my cock and slowly pulled the skin upward. "You
have licked my pussy." She ever so slowly pulled the skin of my cock back down.
"You have licked my ass hole." She slowly pumped my cock again. "You have
drunk my piss." She pumped it one more time. I could feel my balls churning.
I felt like I would erupt any moment. I closed my eyes. She loosened her grip
on my penis and began running her hand slowly up and down my shaft. Her grip
was so loose; I could barely feel the contact. My penis was pulsating so much I
thought I would cum. "But, you have been bad, and you must be punished." She
abruptly walked away and picked up the phone.
I don't think I had ever felt such disappointment. I was so sure she was going
to allow me to cum. She so skillfully brought me to the point of climax, then
backed off just in time. "Carol." A moment of silence. "Good morning to you.
And yes, he did a good job. But I want to bring him back so you can use him
some more." My penis had started to shrink again. I knew I would be leaking
any moment. She held the phone to her ear and I could hear the sound of Miss
Carol talking on the other end. "Well. Like I said. He did a good job, but
there has been one recurring problem." There was silence again. "Yes, that's
right. He could not control himself over here either." While she was listening
to Miss Carol, Miss Lynn reached over to my shrinking penis and checked it
again. "Yes he is leaking now." She removed my pre-cum with her finger and
stuck it to my lips. "Ok, I will let him down. I had to tie his hands over his
head to keep him from masturbating." I could feel my face burning. I felt so
humiliated. "That sounds good. I am getting hungry. I will let him out the
back door and send him over there. I will be over in a few moments." She hung
up the phone, and then quickly reached up over my head to untie the rope. I let
my arms down in front of me with great relief. Thank you Miss Lynn. "Shut up."
She released the handcuffs and I rubbed my wrists to relieve the discomfort.
"Now, get to the back door and get over to Miss Carol's." Having drank her piss
twice; I was in bad need of relieving myself. Miss Lynn, may I relieve myself
first. "No, you can go in the back yard. Now hurry."
The sun was up, but it was still to early for anyone to see me. I relieved
myself behind a bush, and then quickly made my way to Miss Carol's back door. I
gently knocked on the door and waited. I could hear them taking inside, so I
knew they could hear me. I knew they were making me wait. After a while I
could hear the doorbell ring, so I knew Miss Lynn was there now. I waited until
I could hear their voices again, then I gently pecked on the door. Miss Zeta
finally let me in and led me to the kitchen where they were all gathered for
breakfast. Miss Carol and Miss Zeta were also fully dressed in fine business
suits.
I noticed that there was a bucket on the counter. Near it was a number of
plastic bottles; 16 ounce bottles like those used for water. They appeared to
be full of water. I also saw a small dog collar like one would use for a small
dog or cat. Beside of it was an s-hook. It looked like a strange combination
of items for a kitchen. For some reason I counted the bottles, and there was 8.
There were 3 place sittings at the table. Miss Carol had them sit down and they
began to eat breakfast. She finally allowed me to crawl on the floor and eat
scrapes that they would throw down. I was so hungry by then I did not care.
After a few moments of small talk, Miss Carol changed the subject. "So, he was
bad last night and this morning too." "Yes. He cannot control that worthless
cock of his. He told me he has not came since Wednesday." I could feel the
humiliation showing in my burning face. "We did not allow him to cum yesterday
for the same reason. He needs more training." Miss Zeta was very harsh in her
tone, and it made me nervous. Miss Carol pointed to the counter and looked at
Miss Lynn. "Well, we have a training session set up for him in just a few
moments. Maybe he will learn a little self-control." The bucket and the
bottles of water; I knew there was something funny about that.
Miss Lynn seemed to be much more comfortable about discussing such matters this
morning. "Last night helped me make up my mind about Bill, and about all men.
From now on, I am going to take complete control of Bill and use him more for my
pleasure. I can see now why you two have never married." Miss Carol and Miss
Zeta laughed. Miss Carol flipped a piece of food in the floor. "Why should we?
There is plenty of wimps like this around standing in line to serve a dominant
woman." "You are absolutely right. Bill will be home this evening, and we will
have a long talk." They had finished eating and were leaning back in their
chairs. Miss Lynn paused for a moment. She got up and walked to the counter.
"So, what are these for?" Miss Carol looked at Miss Zeta. "Water Torture."
Miss Lynn looked puzzled. "Water Torture?" I was beginning to get the idea.
I had seen it in a bondage magazine.
Miss Carol got up. "You will see." She looked at me and began motioning with
her curled finger. I knew she wanted me to come to her. I walked on my knees
to the center of the room. "Get up on your feet and spread your legs." I did
as she instructed. "Take this collar and wrap it around you balls; tightly.
Make sure the metal ring is under your balls." I nervously devoted myself to
the task. I was not totally sure what she was going to do, but I wanted to make
it as comfortable for my balls as possible. My face was burning and my heart
was racing as I stood before my audience. "Hurry, I don't have all day." Miss
Carol pulled on the ring when I was finished to make sure my balls were tightly
bound. She then looked towards Miss Lynn.
"Notice how the collar pulls his balls together and down to the bottom oh his
balls sack. This will keep him from having those nasty discharges." She
flipped my balls a couple of times with her thumb and fingers to get my
attention. She knew exactly how hard to make me wince in pain. She went to the
counter and got the bucket and the s-hook. "Now, we simply put one end of the
s-hook through the ring on the collar, and the other end to the bucket." My
fate was fast becoming clear to me. She turned again to the counter and picked
up a couple of bottles. She held them up so I could see them. "Guess what we
do with these?" Miss Zeta and Miss Lynn began to laugh. Miss Carol took the
top off of the first one and slowly began to poor the water into the bucket.
The weight of the bucket was not bad, but the weight of the water from the
bottle gradually increased the pull on my balls. "I don't think we have his
attention yet." She took the top off the second bottle and began pouring it
into the bucket. Now, the weight was becoming more noticeable.
Miss Carol began distributing the bottles to Miss Lynn and Miss Zeta. "Pull
your chairs up. Let's get a closer look." As they pulled their chairs up to
me, my humiliation was becoming very evident. I was breathing hard and
beginning to perspire. I could feel my face burning, and my balls were
beginning to ache. Miss Carol pushed the bucket with her foot and let it swing
between my legs. "Ok, now we take turns. Who wants to go first?" "Me", said
Miss Lynn. "I want to do one." She leaned forward and slowly began pouring the
third bottle. "This is for leaking on my carpet." I looked down at my limp
penis to see that my balls had turned to a bright red. I was still afraid to
say anything. I could feel the extra weight pull the collar further down
against my balls. "My turn." Miss Zeta did the same. She slowly poured the
contents of the fourth bottle. I suddenly realized I had a half gallon of water
hanging from my balls. The additional weight was beginning to hurt badly, and
I could hold my tongue no longer.
I looked at Miss Carol. Please Miss Carol. Please show mercy. I am sorry for
being bad. I will try harder. She pushed the bucket again with her foot and
leaned back in her chair. "You are sorry. Yes, you are sorry. You are a sorry
slut. Her voice became louder with each sentence. You have dirtied my house
with yourcum. You have embarrassed me before my neighbor and good friend, and
all you can say is you are sorry!" I hung my head in shame. "You will be more
sorry before we are through." Then she pushed the bucket with more force;
pulling my balls back and forth between my legs; and squeezing them more tightly
into my ball sack. " Ready for some more. Its my turn again." Miss Carol
watched the bucket swing to a stop as she poured the 5th container into the
bucket.
My balls were starting to ach constantly now. I am so sorry Miss Carol, Miss
Zeta, and Miss Lynn. Please forgive me. Miss Zeta leaned forward and opened
her last bottle. "You look a little parched. How about some water? They all
laughed as she poured it into the bucket. The extra weight caused pain to shoot
up into my stomach. The pulling sensation on my balls was becoming unbearable.
I began moving around on my feet to relieve the pain, but it was no use. To
make maters worse, Miss Zeta pushed the bucket back suddenly and let it swing.
Oh God! Please stop. Please stop torturing me. They all laughed again as the
bucket swung to stop. "I have one more bottle." Miss Carol brought the bottle
to the edge of the bucket and stopped. She used her other hand to examine my
penis. "It seems to be working. I don't see any cum." They all laughed hard
as she poured her last bottle in the bucket. The tears were now streaming down
my face. Oh God. Please Miss Carol. Please have mercy. My balls are aching
so badly. I don't think I can take it. "She looked me straight in the eye.
"Don't you dare do anything to spoil our fun. I will pick up the phone right
now and tell Miss Lora how bad you have been, and you will never see any of us
again. Do you understand me?" She pushed the bucket again with such force that
it felt like my balls were being cut off. Yes Miss Carol. Yes Miss Carol. I
looked down at my bluish colored balls and wondered if I could take any more.
"He is such a wimp." Miss Lynn laughed and then she held the last bottle up as
if she was making a toast. "Here's to our little slut." Then she slowly poured
the remaining bottle into the bucket. There was now a gallon of water dangling
from my testicles. I looked down at my tortured balls. They were a deep
purple. The pain in my stomach was going into my side, and I felt like I was
going to pass out. As she allowed the last few drops to land in the bucket, she
looked up with a sadistic smile. "That's for leaking your scum on my carpet.
Then she leaned back in her chair and folded her arms.
The pain was now unbearable. Please Miss Lynn. Please Miss Zeta. Please Miss
Carol. I can't stand it anymore. Please have mercy. Miss Carol moved her hand
up to my balls and felt them. I could not feel her touch. "I know why they are
hurting so bad. We have been ignoring this." She suddenly flicked my penis
with her finger and thumb. Then she did it with her other hand. Then she
alternately flipped my penis with both hands. I responded with a quick movement
back. This only caused the bucket to pull suddenly on my tortured balls. Oh
God! Oh Please! Please have mercy. I can't take it any more. Please ma'am.
The tears were flowing down my face.
"Have you learned you lesson?" Yes Miss Carol. Yes ma'am. "If I let you free,
will you promise not to lose control of your cock?" Yes ma'am. I promise.
Please Miss Carol. Please have mercy. She pulled the bucket up and off of the
s-hook. Suddenly I had the greatest feeling in the world as the weight was
released from my balls. Thank you Miss Carol. Thank you. I had long since
forgotten my shame and humiliation. The pain in my balls had dominated my mind,
and it was all I could think of. She put the bucket on the floor and pulled
the s-hook out of the collar ring. "Keep your hands behind your back. I'll do
this." My balls were still blue, but the feeling was starting to come back. As
she loosened the collar, the blood began rushing back into my balls. It felt
like little needles. I looked down as she pulled the collar away. My balls
were still pushed together and my bag has conformed to the tight position it had
been forced into. She bean using her fingers to message my balls. As the
feeling returned my already tortured balls became super sensitive to the
message, and I almost yelled out in pain. "Shut up you fool, or I will pull
them off." Her rough manipulation was excruciating, yet knowing that it would
soon be over keep me from losing it. Yes ma'am. Thank you Miss Carol. Thank
you for having mercy on me.
They made me clean the kitchen and do other chores while they sat and talked
well into the morning. Finally Miss Lynn commented that it was time for her to
pick Bill up at the airport. Miss Carol stood up and remarked about Bill. "So
you are going to talk with Bill this evening?" "I sure am. In fact I will
begin when we leave the airport." They all walked to the door. Miss Carol
motioned for me to follow. "I have another idea." I could sense something
sinister in her voice. "Why don't you take our little slut with you this
afternoon. When Bill gets in, he can see how he is supposed to act." Everyone
got quiet. Miss Lynn put her hand under chin as if she was in deep thought.
"You know. That's a good idea. Bill will probably do what I tell him to do
anyway. But it would be more humiliating if he had to do it in front of another
slut." My heart sunk. Not again. Not another man. Miss Carol spoke up again.
"Good. You go to the airport. I will let him in the back door and he will be
waiting on his hands and knees at the front door when you and Bill get there."
End of Part 14
