1Self-Sub Susy
by The Technician
F exh, Bondage Self, M/F, F/F Spanking Enema
CHAPTER ONE
An adventurous young woman who calls herself “Self-Sub Susy” is warned to stop playing naked bondage games on the park trails. She gets more than she bargained for when she taunts back, “catch me if you can.”
My name isn’t actually “Self-Sub Susy,” but then again, W’s real name isn’t actually “The Technician.” That is what most people know him by, and that is what he is. I guess Self-Sub Susy is what I am, too. I am a natural submissive who is very much into self bondage, and W makes me all sorts of neat toys for my adventures.
I don’t know what W actually does for a living, but it must be something that involves building complex electronic devices, because that is what he makes for me. OK, he doesn’t really make them just for me, but I test prototypes for him and in return he gives the prototype to me for free - well not totally free. The one payment I have to make is that I have to write up my adventures for him so he can post them on the net. He says that the stories bring him business so the stuff he gives me is just research and advertising expenses. I think he also gets off on reading about what I have done.
My greatest passion - or addiction - is walking around in public naked and bound. W has made all sorts of things to enable me to put myself into bondage and then take my adventure walks in the country or on trails in various public parks. The latest toy he has given me to try is a set of “Trail Bracelets.” Once I have them on, they look very much like the chains that a convict wears when they are being transported, except that the chains are a little smaller and there are a few differences and additions from W’s evil and twisted mind.
I have used them several times and they are wonderful. To put them on, I start with the collar. It is leather with soft sheep’s wool padding on the inside. It wraps together and holds very firmly with velcro-like material. There are three chains that hang from it, one from the back and two from the front. The front chains hang down across my breasts and attach to the nipples with small metal clamps before going through loops on the front of a leather belt that looks a lot like the collar. They then both pass through my legs and connect to a special connector on the back of the same belt. The chain hanging down my back also locks into the same connector.
W says that the connector is a modified form of the connector that is used for the seat belts for race car drivers. Small, seat belt like tabs slide into the connector and lock in place. Twisting the cover of the connector causes all of the tabs to release. There is also a set of leg chains that attach to my ankles with smaller forms of the leather collars. W adjusted the lengths of all of the chains so that the one down my back prevents me from leaning forward, and the two down my front pull tightly between my legs and press well into my slit and rub against my clit and ass hole as I walk. There are also two dildos that can be attached to the chains and inserted in me with the chains holding them in place. The legs chains are just long enough to let me walk with short steps, but prevent me from running or climbing up anything more than a few inches high.
This all sounds like it would be very easy to get out of, and it would be except that there are also leather cuffs for my hands that each have one of the seat belt tabs sticking out of them on short steel posts. Once I have the chains in place and put on the cuffs, all I have to do is put my hands behind my back and slide the wrist cuff tabs into special slots on a little cylinder that acts as the twist handle for the lock mechanism and click, everything is locked in place. Once my wrist cuffs click into place, I am trapped until the release mechanism is activated.
The release mechanism is electronic and uses a little button like you use to unlock a car door. That would make it just an electronic key, but there is more. There is also a slightly larger sender unit with a built in timer mechanism that can be easily hidden somewhere outdoors so that I have to go to where the release mechanism is in order to get free. You can set the timer for anything up to a couple of days and then when the timer activates, it sends out the release codes every minute or ten minutes or fifteen minutes or half hour. It can even be set to only transmit so many times so that if I miss my “appointment” I am trapped.
Actually I can’t get truly trapped. “Safety, safety, safety,” W always says. “Have a backup system and then backup to the backup and finally an ultimate safety intervention if everything else fails. The primary backup is that I can always get back to my house - or tent if I am camping - and use the hand button. I always leave it someplace I can reach it with my hands behind my back. The secondary backup is built into the lock mechanism. After a certain pre-set period of time, it discharges the batteries through a special circuit and when the batteries are sufficiently discharged, they will no longer hold the locking mechanism in place and the tabs will pull out of the slots. The ultimate safety intervention is an automatic email system that sends out an email to a friend telling them where I have gone and that I am overdue. Just in case the email system fails, I always leave a letter with the same information sitting on my kitchen table with the words, “Open if I am not back by....” on the front of the envelope.
Just so I don’t get lazy and merely wait for the locks to discharge, W built in a punishment for using the safety unlock. The way the batteries discharge is by repeatedly activating a shocking circuit that electrifies the chains with something ranging from a severe tingle to a shock that would stop a charging mountain lion dead in its tracks. Just so I would appreciate what the punishment circuit could do, W made me put the whole set on and then triggered the shocking circuit using the remote control. I could barely stand and nearly pissed myself on the second shock. Then W told me that it was only set on 2. He asked me if I wanted to try 6 - the highest setting, just to know what it was like, and I told him that I hoped I NEVER found out what that felt like.
The remote can be attached to the collar by a length of chain that attaches to a ring that is located exactly in the middle of the front of the collar. The chain is about six feet long and you are supposed to attach it so that the remote can be swung around your back and be grabbed when your hands are behind you. Actually, I keep the remote attached directly to the collar when I have it stored so I won’t loose it. W would be very upset because I might forget to detach it or something when I put on the trail bracelets. “Safety, safety, safety,” yeah, I know, W.”
I used the trail bracelets several times with and without the dildos. I found that even though the vibrations of the dildos were nice, they made it much more difficult to walk and I got just as much pleasure out of just the chains rubbing between my legs.
My favorite place to play is a small private campground that is more or less a part of a large state park about 50 miles from my hometown. What makes the camp so good is that you have access to the nature trails in the park. Evidently the owner of the camp either donated a bunch of land to the park or allows the park to use a lot of his land and in return the state allows the people camping there to have direct access to the park.
That direct access means that I can go walking at night when the park is technically closed. During the day I go out on the trail and set up my release mechanism. Because it is all electronic, I can carefully hide the box near the trail and not have to worry about someone finding it. When I told W about this, he added a little sticker that says “Wildlife tracking device. Do not disturb.” It looks really official and would prevent anyone - even one of the park workers - from messing with the control.
After I have everything set up, I slip out of my tent well after dark and head over to the shower house like I was going to use the bathroom. The entrance to the park trails is just behind the bathrooms and you can come off the trails to use them. Once on the trails, I go to my start point somewhere in the park. I have my trail bracelets in a small backpack and if anyone sees me, it just looks like I am going on a night hike in the park. Once I reach my start point, I strip completely, put my clothes in the backpack and then carefully conceal the backpack somewhere near the trail. Just standing there naked in the moonlight gets me very wet. After I put on the collar, belt and chains, I place my hands behind my back and click the cuff tabs in place. My juices flow even harder as I realize that I am trapped until I reach the controller at the pre-programmed release time.
I thought I was being very careful in my adventures until one morning when I went to take a shower and saw a notice on the message board. There is bulletin board outside the shower house with a place to leave messages for other campers. The message read, “SOMEONE IS ENDANGERING MY BUSINESS BY PLAYING BONDAGE GAMES ON THE PARK TRAILS AT NIGHT. THIS HAS TO STOP. IF I CATCH YOU, YOU WILL BE PUNISHED. It was signed “Ed,” who was the owner of the camp.
I read the notice several times and suddenly realized that I was very wet between my legs. I don’t know for sure what was turning me on more, the idea that I might get caught or the idea that if I was caught I would be punished. I didn’t do anything that morning except frig myself off while I was taking my shower, but later in the week, a few days after I had checked out of the camp, I snuck back in through the park trails and left a message for Ed. The folded note just said, “Ed” on the outside, and inside I had written, “What punishment did you have in mind?” I signed it “Self-Sub Susy.”
I totally ignored the message area when I camped at the park that weekend and I waited two whole weeks before going back in through the park trails on a week day August 17, 2011to check for a reply. There was an envelope on the board in the message area addressed to SSSuzy. I walked past the bulletin board and into the shower house like I was just going to the bathroom, but on the way back out, I grabbed the note on the way past and slipped it into my pocket. I could barely wait to get back to the hiking trails so that I could read what Ed had to say. The note was written in a bold clear hand and read, “Susy, I am not sure who you are, but you are endangering my very special business. If I catch you, I will tie you naked across one of the hitching post benches in the middle of camp and whip your ass until it is purple. Then I - and anyone else who is interested - will fuck you in any way we can think of. And finally, I will cover your ass with honey and leave you tied there for the night so that you can think about what you have done.”
It was a good thing that I was wearing dark jeans because after I read the note, I was so wet it looked like I had peed myself. I don’t know how I kept from getting myself off right there. Maybe it was because I knew there were too many people in the park, or perhaps it was because I knew that I really needed to get home and get out my friend of last resort. After nearly wearing out a brand new set of batteries, I lay there reading and re-reading Ed’s letter and fantasizing about the next time I would walk the trails. Before there had been a risk of getting caught by accident. Now, there was the thrill of actually having to avoid capture, so to speak.
Two days later I again walked into camp from the park and put my own envelope on the bulletin board. I had carefully printed “Ed” on the outside and on the inside I had cut out pieces from the newspaper like an old-fashioned ransom note. It read simply, “Catch me if you can!”
END OF CHAPTER ONE
1Self-Sub Susy
by The Technician
F exh, Bondage Self, M/F, F/F Spanking Enema
CHAPTER TWO
As I planned my next adventure walk, I carefully reviewed everything I had done while camping at Ed’s to make sure that there was no way that he could actually know it was me. I camped out there almost every weekend, but I only went on my walks when the moon was full or dark. When the moon was full, I could see very well on the trails, plus there was the danger of people being easily able to see my shining white body in the moonlight. When the moon was dark, there was much less risk of being seen, but the trails were many times more difficult to navigate - especially with my hands held firmly behind my back.
I also knew that I could not change my routine or it would draw attention to me. I had reservations on several weekends through the rest of the summer, so not showing up on my reserved weekends would make me stand out. I checked my calendars and August 7 was going to be a full moon. That was a Saturday, so it fit perfectly into my plans. I would skip both the full moon and dark of the moon in July and see if Ed could catch me on August 7. Besides, by waiting several weeks, Ed might think he had scared me off and no longer be looking for me.
Everything was planned and ready, I was trying to act very natural around camp but I am sure that I showed some surprise when Ed came over to my tent and said, “Lauren,” ... OK, my real name is “Lauren” - dull, boring stuffy old-fashioned “Lauren.” I have always hated that name. Maybe that is why I call myself Susy online. Anyway, Ed came over to my tent and said, “Lauren, I need to talk to you about your reservation for the weekend of August 8. We have a club that wants to rent the whole camp for the weekend and I am afraid I am going to have to cancel your reservation.”
He must have seen the disappointment in my face, because he added, “Actually, they won’t be here until Saturday morning, so if you want to come out for Friday night, you still can. I will even give you the night for free, if you don’t mind having the camp almost totally to yourself.”
“Thank you, Ed.” I replied. “You always know how to treat your campers right.”
That changed the date slightly, but full moons don’t always fall on a weekend anyway, so the day before worked just as well for my plans. I took several “normal” hikes through the park in the next few weekends. I even took a few night hikes just in case Ed was watching for people going onto the trails. By the end of July I knew exactly where I was going to place the remote release and where I was going to start my hike. I would place the remote release at the northwest corner of the park, as far from camp as was possible. I would then start my adventure hike from a different trail that had a loop that went all the way down to the far southeast corner of the park. The campground was on the southwest corner of the park, so I would be walking the maximum distances that night.
I was out at the camp a couple of times before my planned escapade. Everything was very “normal,” except that the second weekend of July Ed cleaned up the “campfire circle” in the middle of camp and added what he called a “leader’s bench.” The campfire circle was a series of telephone pole benches that were mounted on 6X6 posts so that the tops of the benches were about 15" off the ground. Ed was adding an additional bench in the center near the large campfire ring. This one was different. It was almost 30" off the ground and had two smaller benches in front and behind it that were made of smaller poles. I asked Ed what it was for and he explained that it was for a song leader with a guitar when they had groups at the camp. He said that you could sit on the tall bench and rest your feet on the smaller benches. As I was talking to him, Ed dropped one of the tools he was using and leaned over the leader’s bench to retrieve it. One of his legs came up against the foot rest as he stretched to reach the tool. I could see that for someone slightly shorter than Ed, the leader’s bench would make a perfect “spanking bench.” You could be bent over the wide top pole/bench with your feet tied to the bottom of the foot rest bench on one side and your hand roped to the posts of the foot rest bench on the other side.
Any doubt as to the true nature of the leader’s bench was totally erased from my mind the next weekend. Ed had finished his project. The benches at the campfire circle were all totally refurbished and painted with the brownish camp colors used for all of the wood at camp that needed paint for protection. The leader’s bench, however, was painted a bright white so that it stood out like a beacon in the center of the camp. I managed to walk closely past it during the weekend and I noticed that there was some writing on one of the posts. In black lettering that very closely copied Ed normal handwriting were the words, “Reserved for SSSuzy.” God, I was going to have to wear black shorts whenever I was here or soon someone would notice that I was always wet between the legs.
August 6 finally came and I arrived at camp and set up my tent right after work just like any other Friday. I took a short hike before supper and placed the remote in my pre-determined hiding place in the woods behind one of the trail marker signs. Using my cellphone, I checked that the clock read the right time, set the release time for 2:30 am and then carefully covered over the box with leaves. After supper, I hung around a campfire at my tent until it was dark and then turned in for the night.
Around 11:15, I “went to the bathroom,” and carefully snuck out of camp. I wasn’t sure why I was moving so carefully. The campground was empty and Ed’s cabin and office were dark, indicating that he had already turned in for the night.
It took about half an hour to get to my starting point. I laid out the bracelets on the trail and stripped naked in the moonlight. The soft breeze was cool on my skin and the coldness of the breeze on my wet cuntlips caused a shiver to go through my body. I put on the collar, wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs and then set the timer mechanism in the belt. I set the expected release time to 2:30 am just like the remote device. If I wasn’t at the remote by 2:35, the remote’s timer would re-transmit the release codes again at 2:45, 3:00, 3:15, and 3:30. If I wasn’t free by 3:45, the belt would begin the automatic safety release sequence.
I paused for a moment before I set the “Release Punishment Level.” I had always kept it set at 2 in the past - even though I had never had to use it. “What the hell!” I thought and turned the little thumbwheel up to 5. “If I can’t get free, this can’t be any worse that what Ed will do to me.” I was both right and wrong about that, but in any case, there was no way I could bring myself to set the wheel to 6 - the maximum.
I connected the chains to the collar and pulled them between my legs and locked them into the connector on the belt. I then connected the leg chains and picked up a large red ballgag. I had never used a ballgag before on my walks, but this was a special night. Finally, standing naked in the moonlight like a Greek statue of a goddess, I held my hands behind my back and slid the tabs into the connectors on the belt. The click of the holding mechanism engaging had never seemed so loud. It was time to begin my most adventuresome adventure walk.
END OF CHAPTER TWO
1Self-Sub Susy
by The Technician
F exh, Bondage Self, M/F, F/F Spanking Enema
CHAPTER THREE
It was actually a very beautiful evening as I walked the path. If I looked down very carefully as I walked, I could easily read the small digital time display that was built into the front of the belt. I had timed things perfectly. It was only a little after 2:15 when I got to my release point. Shortly the remote would send the release signal and I would be free of the bracelets and ready to make my way back to my clothes. I walked a little ways up the trail and back so that I arrived at the trail marker exactly at 2:30.
Nothing happened. I tried to pull my arms away from my body, but the release would not open. I tried again and again and again, but my hands were not free. I looked down through my breasts at the clock on the belt. It was now 2:35. I would have to wait ten minutes before the remote again sent the release codes.
2:45 finally came, but at 2:50 my hands were still trapped. I wasn’t yet panicking, but I was starting to feel real fear that something was going dreadfully wrong. 3:00 and 3:15 came and went and at 3:30 it was time for that final release sequence. At 3:35 I started crying softly. I was trapped.
No wait.... “Safety, safety, safety,” I had backups and my backups had backups. I was going to be all right. There was a manual release button on the bottom of the release transmitter. All I had to do was turn it over with my foot and press the button. It was intentionally large just so you could do that in an emergency. Turning the unit over would trigger the punishment shocks, but since they were going to start to kick in eventually anyway, that was not a problem.
I carefully stepped off the trail a little ways back into the underbrush. The device was right where I had left it. It took a couple of tries, but I finally got it turned over and using the big toe of my left foot. I pressed the release button.
Nothing. No shock; no release; no nothing! I stared down at the dark box in the leaves wondering what possibly could have gone wrong. Then it hit me... DARK box. There was no little red power light. There was no time display. Even if the unit was off, there should be a time display.
O my God, the batteries were dead. How could that happen! I had never had problems with the batteries. I know I had charged the unit before I left home. I know the batteries said they had a full charge. They should have been able to last for days - or even weeks, but they were dead... and so was I.
Things were not going as planned. Instead of merrily heading back down the trail to retrieve my clothing and sneak back into camp, I was trapped in the trail bracelets with no way to release myself. No, that wasn’t true. Because of W, my backups had backups. All I had to do was to sneak back into camp and get to the remote in my tent. I could then release myself. It shouldn’t be that hard to get into camp, it was empty and Ed was asleep.
I didn’t bother going back to where I had hidden my clothes because I couldn’t do anything with them anyway with my hands behind my back. I headed directly for camp. This wasn’t going to be too bad... except the automatic release sequence started at 3:45.
It was a good thing that I had decided to use the ball gag or I would have awakened the whole county when that level 5 shock first hit me. The sudden shock was all along the area where the chains touched my body. My nipples felt like a thousand bees were stinging them and the whole area between my legs from my slit to the top of my ass cheeks was on fire. When W had shown me what this was like with level 2, I had almost pissed myself. This time, I did piss myself and was very afraid that I was going to also shit myself before the pulsing stopped.
I stood on the trail gasping for air - or as much as I could gasp through the breathing hole of the large rubber ballgag in my mouth. Why had I set that to level 5? Each time the shock sequence pulsed, it would take one minute off the timer. After the fifth sequence, it would go to continuous until the batteries were discharged. I had 14 minutes until the next shock. I knew I couldn’t get back to the camp in that time. Even if I walked very rapidly, it would take at least a half-hour or forty minutes. I could get there before the final torture, but I would be subject to at least four of the punishment cycles before I could release myself with the remote in my tent. I walked as quickly down the path as my chained ankles would allow, dreading with each step the coming punishment pulse shock.
But as I walked, and as the next pulse sequence time drew nearer and nearer, I also started to get wetter and wetter. My God, what was I thinking. I was going to be painfully punished and it was turning me on. Maybe I was more of a pain slut that I thought. As I walked, I let the sex sensations take over. The rubbing of the chain between my legs... the coolness of the night air against my wet cunt lips... the pull of the chain on my nipples... the idea of someone watching me as I walked naked down a public walking trail in a public park. Suddenly it was time. I could see that the time display on the belt read 3:58. The next pulse was coming,
This time I was going to be ready for it. I stopped walking and stood with my legs slightly spread and waited. I gave myself to the pulse... I gave myself to the pain and suddenly it was there. Again the thousand bees on my nipples and the fire between my legs. I leaned slightly back so that the chain was pulled farther into my slit in the front. I screamed into the ballgag as another thousand bees joined their friends by attacking my clit. I don’t know how or why, but I was soaring close to an orgasm - and then it was over.
I had 13 minutes to get on farther down the path before it began again. My nipples hurt; my clit hurt; my slit and asshole hurt; and I was still at least a half hour from camp. The cycle would repeat itself at least twice before I could reach camp. I hurried along, wondering to myself if I could actually come from the pain next time.
I was just passing a little picnic shelter when the time display reached 4:11. The outer wall of the shelter had large poles sideways at about waist height to brace the uprights that held up the roof. They reminded me of the “leader’s bench” back at camp. I wondered what it would be like bending over that bench as the punishment shocks tore through me. Without really consciously deciding to do so, I found myself leaning over the pole just as the first shocks hit me.
The bees were back, the fire was back, the pain was back, but as I imagined a large crowd watching me helpless and pissing myself in pain, a tremendous orgasm surged through me. It was like it began deep in my cunt and spread to the tips of my toes and the top of my head. It was a good thing I was bent over the post or I would have fallen to the ground. I wasn’t sure how well I could get back up in the chains if I had fallen. It was a minute or two before I could straighten myself up again and get back on the trail. I wasn’t sure if the wetness down my legs was from cunt juice or if I had actually pissed myself again. In any case, I had at least one more shock sequence before I got back to camp.
I was almost at camp when the next punishment sequence began. I hadn’t been watching the timer, so it took me totally by surprise in mid stride. All I could do was scream into my ballgag and wait for it to finish. This time it was all pain. Perhaps that was because I hadn’t prepared myself for it. Maybe it was because I hadn’t given myself to it or thought about it. In any case, it was pure, agonizing pain that seemed to go on forever. When it finally ended, I continued down the path.
Camp was just over the next little hill. I had to remind myself not to try to run, but in fact to walk very slowly. I couldn’t just walk into camp at the trail head by the bathrooms because I would be easily seen if anyone were up and about - like Ed. I decided to work my way through the woods to the area right behind my tent. It was slow and difficult and the twigs and stones on the forest flow dug into the soles of my feet, but I kept going.
Finally, I reached the edge of the clearing, but something was dreadfully wrong. My tent wasn’t there! And the camp wasn’t empty! It was totally full of RVs and tents like the busiest weekend ever. What had happened? Was I at the right camp?
I reversed my path and went back to the trail by the bathroom. The sign said, “Ed’s Wayside Camp. Restrooms open to nature trail hikers.” This was the right place. Could my mind just be playing tricks on me? Maybe some of the people for the weekend had come it very late - or very early. True the camp was full, but that didn’t change the fact that I had to get back to my tent. I just needed to find it.
I stood on the path for a few moments and very carefully studied where I was with respect to where I usually pitch my tent. I then went back into the woods and made sure I was headed in the right direction for the right amount of distance. I again came to the edge of the woods. There was that pine tree that had broken off near the top in the big storm two years ago. And there was the oak with the metal hook driven in about six feet off the ground so you could hang your garbage bags up away from the racoons and skunks. That was my campsite. I was sure of it. But that was not my tent. And that was not my car parked in front of the campsite. I was standing there trying to figure out what was going on when the fifth punishment cycle hit me. Pain and panic are not a good combination. I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. I wanted this to be a bad dream that I was going to wake up from, but instead it was a thousand bees and fire between my legs and the scratching of thorn bushes as I shook and quivered in the moonlight.
The pain passed, but not the panic. What was going on? Where was my tent? I could hear W’s voice in my head, “backup plan A, backup plan B, backup plan C.” I think I was down to about backup plan G. The only option was for me to wait for the cuffs to release on their own, get to my clothes, and then walk somewhere for help.
I knew that I had less that ten minutes before the batteries would go into their final discharge cycle, but I had no idea how long that cycle would last. It was coming in less than ten minutes. I had to get as far away from the camp as possible in that time.
I went back up the path walking as fast as I could in my chains. Despite the coolness of the night air, I was sweating. Maybe it was exertion. Maybe it was fear. I imagined myself falling to the ground writhing in pain, and as I did, I felt myself once again getting turned on. This was crazy. I was about to feel more pain that I had ever felt before in my life and even though I feared and dreaded it, I was getting turned on by the idea. What was wrong with me?
The time display in my belt moved steadily toward the 5:00 am deadline. At 4:59:30, I stopped and prepared myself. I had learned that if I gave myself to the pain, it wasn’t as bad. If I imagined people watching me, it changed the pain in some strange, perverse way. I prepared myself and waited for the bees to strike.
As I stood silently on the trail, my legs spread slightly, my body trying to relax - just before the shocks began - I suddenly saw a flash of black and felt something begin pulled over my head. It was some sort of bag. I felt a quick tug of a rope or something going tight around my neck to hold the bag in place. Then just as the shocks began, I heard Ed’s voice whisper softly and snake-like in my ear, “Hello SSSuzy.”
END OF CHAPTER THREE
1Self-Sub Susy
by The Technician
F exh, Bondage Self, M/F, F/F Spanking Enema
CHAPTER SIX
Ed stepped between my legs, centered himself against the opening of my cunt, and with one brutal stoke drove himself all the way in. I thrashed against my restraints, but I wasn’t sure it was from pain or pleasure. I was definitely very turned on by everything that had happened to me, and as sick as that was, I was even more turned on by the idea of Ed publicly raping me. Ed lasted a very long time and just when I thought that I could stand no more, he fell against me and grabbed my breasts and said loudly, “Cum, SSSuzy, I command it!”
I didn’t think that it was possible to be commanded to cum, but I did. Ed stood behind me firmly pressed into my cunt and I thrashed and moaned. Gradually I became aware of a roaring in my ears. At first, I thought that it was from the tremendous orgasm that I had just experienced, but then I realized that it was applause. The crowd was applauding Ed’s performance - or mine - or maybe both of ours. I felt a weird, perverse sense of pride that we had pleased them, or maybe that they thought that it was such a good performance - I don’t know which.
Ed stepped from between my legs and was replaced by another man. He was rather well endowed and filled me quite fully as he rammed himself in and out. He didn’t last very long, however and soon he was replaced by another man who said gruffly, “Get ready for it, honey, cause daddy is coming in.”
He must have thought he was big stuff and funny, but he wasn’t nearly as large as the previous man and he didn’t last any near as long as Ed had lasted. The third man wasn’t overly large or small, but seemed to be just an average-sized dick. I laughed to myself that I was to the point of comparing penis sizes while I was being fucked. I also thought about the fact that I was neither enjoying or not enjoying what was happening at this point. It was neither pleasure nor pain. It just was.
Next was a woman, or at least I think it was a woman. Whoever it was had very soft skin and wasn’t as tall as the previous men. He - or most likely she, was also using a dildo of some sort. Back in college my roommate and I once tried strap-on sex. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but on the receiving end it was hard and cold and on the giving end there just wasn’t enough sensation to make it pleasurable. I understand that they have come a long way - no pun intended - in dildo making. Many are now soft and as pliable as a regular penis, and for strap-on use there are some that go both ways - again, no pun intended - and give as much penetration and pleasure to the one wearing the harness as to the one being fucked.
I assume that she had that type of dildo, because after a reasonable period of pumping into me, she began moaning and panting, but she just couldn’t seem to get herself off. I decided that maybe I was expected to respond in some way and started thrusting hard back into her. A guttural “Oh, yes...” showed that I was right. A few more minutes of me thrusting - she was almost standing still by then - and she collapsed on top of me with a long, low scream. Yup, it was definitely a woman.
Ed had said ten and I was to the point of counting how many more I had to fuck before this was over. I was down to the last one when another set of soft, smooth legs stepped behind me. She leaned down over me and spoke softly in my ear, “You are having just way too much fun with this deary. As soon as we get these gloves on, we are going to change that.”
She stood upright for a moment or so and then I felt the cold tip of what was obviously a very large dildo press against my cunt lips.”I’m sliding this monster in slow, honey, just to make it easier on you, but we will get down to business here real soon.”
I hated to disappoint her, but her “monster” wasn’t all that much larger than the second man’s real equipment. It looked like I was going to be finished with this without too much more discomfort. Then she said, “Let’s turn it on and turn me on. You, I don’t care what you do - except scream.”
The monster came to life. It was vibrating and pulsating and every so often it would send out an electric jolt that tightened my cunt around it and created a slight quivering sensation in that whole area. If I hadn’t had a ballgag in my mouth I was tempted to tell her, “Honey, you obviously aren’t a customer of W. If you think that monster is painful or powerful, you just haven’t seen the real monsters that W can create.
As I was thinking that, she started pumping in and out of me, and then she said, “Here it comes, honey,” and she slapped me hard on both ass cheeks. My world exploded. If the trail bracelets had been lighting between my legs, this was a whole thunderstorm. It felt like a thousand electric arrows were pulsating through my body. I bucked and trashed on the pole over which I was tied and even with the ballgag in my mouth I screamed as loudly as I could.
“Liked that, did we? I did.” Then she began thrusting in me again and with each forward thrust she would slap one of my ass cheeks. The thunderstorm died down a little, but each slap still brought a flurry of lightning strikes and electric arrows. She continued for what seemed like forever, and then she leaned over me and said softly, “Ready for the big finish?” With that she thrust in as hard as she could and reached under me and grabbed my breasts fully in the palms of her gloves and pressed the contactor plates hard against my nipples. The thunderstorm became a hurricane with lightning and wind and fire and hail and then blackness. I passed out.
When I came to, someone was holding a stethoscope against my chest and saying, “She is going to be OK, but I don’t think that device Queenie was using was an approved device. A little bit more current could have stopped her heart permanently.”
Then I heard Ed’s voice speaking sternly. “Queenie, you’ve been warned about this before. We told you that if you used an unapproved device again, you would be severely punished or kicked out of the club.”
I heard a woman’s voice respond sarcastically, “You also said that anything made by W was automatically approved. I bought it from him. He’s here today, you can ask him if it is one of his devices.”
W was here! W was watching all of this. That meant that either I wasn’t going to have to write up all of this for him, or that I was going to have to be really careful to include everything accurately because he would know what I got wrong or left out.
“We will talk about this later, Queenie,” replied Ed, and then he came over and stood next to me.
“Well SSSuzy, you’ve made it this far. We are going to give you a little rest for now. Unlike some people believe, you can’t live on sex alone and the club has a pretty good barbeque scheduled for lunch today. We also have a couple of displays and speakers and some people like W who are here to sell their specialized devices. I will leave you in the capable hands of Slave One and Slave Two until about 4:00 this afternoon, and then we will continue.”
Ed then evidently turned to talk to the two slaves because his voice got much harder to hear, but I could still hear him tell them, “I want one of you with her at all times. One of you can go eat or whatever while the other watches, but if I find out that she was left alone for even the smallest amount of time, both of you will get ten times what she is getting. Do you understand that?”
The two slaves answered with one voice, “Yes, Sir, we understand, Sir.”
“And make sure that she is properly hydrated. She is going to be out here in the sun all afternoon. You make sure that she drinks all of that liquid that has been set aside for her, you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir, we understand, Sir.”
One of the slaves came over to me and softly stroked my bruised backside. I knew it was Slave One when she said, “Slave Two has gone to get something to eat, but I will be watching over you. I have some ointment that I am supposed to rub on your bruises. It might sting, but it will really soothe things and prevent any permanent marks. I know, I’ve used it on me a time or two,”
She then began gently rubbing the ointment on my asscheeks. I also have some sunscreen that I am supposed to use to keep you from burning too severely in the sun. I heard the sploot of something being squirted from a bottle and soon Slave One was rubbing the cool cream into my back and legs. “I guess we don’t have to worry about your face today, but I had better make sure that I get everything covered. She stepped between my legs and began covering each leg with a generous amount of sunscreen and rubbing it in. Soon she was rubbing higher and higher on my legs and then, with a large sploot of cream directly between my cheeks, she started rubbing the cream into my ass and cunt.
“I’ve been there before, SSSuzy. You have to learn to find your pleasure in the spaces between the pain as well as in the pain.”
Slave One continued to rub the lotion into my ass and cunt and I began to respond with moans. She knew how to take me slowly up the hill and hold me on the brink for a very long time. Then suddenly her motions quickened to almost a frenzy as if she had to finish me in a hurry. I came hard and lay panting in my restraints. “Hello Mam,” I heard her say.
Surprisingly, it was the voice of Slave Two that responded with, “Hello, Slave One. Have you been behaving yourself?”
“Yes, Mam,” answered Slave One and Slave Two responded, “You may now go to lunch, but you be back here in 45 minutes. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Mam, I understand, Mam.”
Slave Two came over to me and said sardonically, “I may only be slave number two, but she is slave number one and that makes her less that me.” She laughed a snorting kind of laugh and added, “Better her than me. There is no one lower than her except a Slave Zero and we haven’t had one of those for a long time.”
Slave Two came over and stood next to me and flicked her finger so that the flat of her fingernail slapped hard against the very center of my ass cheek. “Better you than me, too. Now I have about a gallon of liquid that Ed wants you to drink, and you have 45 minutes to finish it all for me.” With that, she shoved a tube-like straw through the fabric of the hood and into the breathing hole in the center of the ballgag. That hole was also one of W’s safety insistence. “If something goes wrong and your nose gets blocked, you can’t get enough air around the ballgag and you die. Unless you want that, you use a ball gag with a breather hole in any self-bondage.”
I hadn’t thought of the fact that the hole could also be used to drink through a straw if the straw or whatever fit tightly in the breathing hole. This tube fit the hole exactly. “Drink!” ordered Slave Two.
I closed my mouth tightly around the ball gag and sucked like I was drinking from a straw. I was afraid of what it was that she might be forcing me to drink, but once I pulled some of it into my mouth I was pleasantly surprised to find out that it was one of those sports drinks. I could just make out the large bottle that Slave Two was holding under my face. It looked like a one liter bottle and I was very thirsty, so I drained it rather rapidly.
“That’s one. Only four more to go.” And Slave Two shoved the tube back into my gag.
I don’t really think that Ed meant for them to make me drink all five liters of the liquid at one time. It was probably supposed to last the whole afternoon, but evidently Ed hadn’t specified that and I think that Slave Two liked hurting people. And since there was no Slave One or Zero around for the moment, I was it.
I got the next two bottles down without a great deal of trouble, but halfway through the fourth bottle, I just could not drink anymore. I shook my head back and forth to indicate that I couldn’t drink any more.
“Here’s the deal,” said Slave Two gruffly. “Either you finish all of this, or I pour out what is left in this bottle and fill it with some of my own private blend. It looks the same and all I have to do is spread my legs and open the spigot and the bottle is full. I’ve been saving up all day just for this occasion.” Slave Two laughed. “What will it be, honey. The good stuff while you are still able, or my piss forced into you mouth. I might even leave the bottles for Slave One to give you. She won’t know what it is, and even if she does, Ed told us to make sure you drank it.”
I don’t which was worse, the thought of having to drink Slave Two’s piss or the idea that she would force Slave One, who had tried to be kind to me, to feed me the bottles of piss. I resumed sucking on the tube / gag and finished the bottle. My stomach was starting to hurt and I was afraid I was going to throw up by the time I finished the fifth bottle, but I got it all down just as Slave One came back.
“You watch her,” ordered Slave Two. “I am going to go over there under that tree and catch a nap in the shade.
Slave One walked up alongside me and said gently, “Oh, you finished all the drink stuff. You really should have saved some for later in the afternoon. I don’t know if I can get you any more. If you need some, just shake your head or something and I will ask if you are thirsty. Slave Two can go and get you something more to drink.”
I know that Slave One was trying to be kind, but I also knew right then and there that I would die of thirst before I would let Slave Two “go and get me something to drink.”
END OF CHAPTER SIX
1Self-Sub Susy
by The Technician
F exh, Bondage Self, M/F, F/F Spanking Enema
CHAPTER SEVEN
I don’t know what time it was, but the sounds of people eating had died away and now there were sounds of people talking and laughing and I could also hear someone in a louder voice explaining how their blindfolds were not only the most beautiful but also were guaranteed to keep someone from seeing anything. In other words, except for the fact that everything seemed to be centered on bondage, it was much like an old fashioned town fair.
Slave One came over and stood in front of me and said in a soft voice, “Ed is concerned that you are not properly hydrated. You have already finished all the liquid and you haven’t peed at all, so he sent Slave Two to get you more liquid.” I thrashed around in my restraints and tried to somehow tell Slave One that I did not want to drink anything that Slave Two brought me. Slave One evidently knew what was bothering me and added, “Oh, don’t worry about Slave Two. I know her tricks and so does Ed. He told her that if the seals were broken on the bottles when she brought them to you, he would make her drink it all herself. She has pulled that endless fountain stuff on me before, too.
Slave One’s voice became very soft. “Actually, it isn’t as bad as you might think. Maybe that is because we are twins and her piss and mine are probably identical also so that it isn’t as bad as it would be if she were a stranger. In any case, she has done a lot worse than that to me.”
Slave Two arrived a few minutes later with several bottles of sports drink. She shoved them at Slave One and said, “Here! Just like they came from the store shelf. OK?!”
A few minutes later Slave One pushed the drinking tube into my gag. I guess I was a little dehydrated because I drank quite a bit. Slave One then said, “If you don’t want to be swimming in this, the next time Ed comes by, you pee to show him that you are hydrated.” What she said made sense, but surprisingly, despite all that Slave Two had forced me to drink, I didn’t feel like I had a full bladder. However, next time Ed walked over, I would try to piss.
It was about a half hour later when Ed walked over to check on me. As Slave One had suggested, I immediately let loose a stream of piss and heard Ed say, “Good.” I looked around and saw that people were beginning to gather around the center circle again and emptied my bladder involuntarily and completely when I realized what that meant. It was time for my punishment to continue... - or so I thought.
Ed voice contradicted me. “Fellow members of our special club. We are going to have to slightly delay our scheduled afternoon activities.” I could hear voices muttering disappointment in the crowd.
“During your free time following our tremendous meal, the club council met to discuss a serious problem facing us. Since it involved what was said to be a piece of W’s equipment, we included him in our discussions and he has a report for all of you.”
“Thank you Ed.” That was W’s voice. I couldn’t see him, but I would know his deep, resonant voice anywhere. “Your club council asked me to examine the electrical device that Queenie used this morning to verify that it was mine as Queenie had claimed. I examined the device and it is one of my devices. I designed and constructed the device and sold it to Queenie, just as she had said.”
A murmur went through the crowd, and then W continued, “However... it appears that Queenie has modified the device. Specifically she changed some of the components in the power circuit so that the device would deliver approximately twice the voltage for which it was designed. I commend Queenie on her technical skills in figuring out how to do that.” Again a murmur went through the crowd.
“Unfortunately,” W continued, “her technical skills - or perhaps her concern for safety - fell a little short when it came to modifying the current limiting circuitry. No modifications had been made to that circuitry, so with the increased voltage, there was also an increase in current to near the dangerous levels. A young, healthy person like SSSuzy here was able to stand the current although it did knock her out. A slightly less healthy person might have been killed. Although this device is my device, with its present modifications it is a dangerous, unauthorized device.”
This time the murmur through the crowd was louder and there were angry shouts from here and there. “The council has confiscated the device and turned it over to me. I will restore it to the original design and return it to Queenie along with a bill for my inspection and repair services. That finishes my report.”
“Thank you W,” said Ed. “I think you all know what this means,” he continued and then a loud, very official sounding voice yelled out, “Hear ye, hear ye, the Club Court is now in session. The honorable Master Ed presiding.”
Ed’s voice - this time sounding very stern and angry - said, “Bring Queenie before me.”
Two rather large men in black T-shirts that said “Event Security” on the back in bright yellow letters frog-marched Queenie to the front and left her facing Ed. Then they stepped back a step or two, leaving her standing there alone.
“Queenie,” Ed began, you stand before the Club Court as an accused, and an accused stands before the Club Court naked. Remove your clothing.”
Queenie was wearing a brightly patterned sun dress that hung down about to her knees. She crossed her arms in front of her breasts and stood there looking defiantly at Ed. “In that case,” Ed intoned, “Gentlemen...”
The two large security men stepped forward and each grabbed onto one side of the bottom hem of Queenie’s sun dress. It looked like they were going to pull it up over her head, but instead each pulled suddenly and strongly in opposites directions. There was a loud tearing and an almost equally loud shriek from Queenie and suddenly the dress was gone. I had halfway expected her to be naked under the dress, but instead she was wearing a bright yellow thong with red lettering on the front that said, “What are you waiting for. It’s not going to lick itself.” One of the security men grabbed onto both sides of the thong and with another yelp, Queenie was standing naked before the court.
“Queenie,” Ed began, “it isn’t a matter of whether or not you did this because all of us witnessed your use of this device. As a matter of fact, we have seen you use this device on at least three other occasions. We don’t know if it had been modified yet, but we will assume that it was, so that is four times that you have used an unauthorized electrical device at one of our club gatherings... even though you had been severely warned to obey the rules of our gatherings if you wanted to remain in the club.”
“The club council has already met and has decided upon your punishment. You have a choice of accepting that punishment or leaving the club grounds immediately to never return. Because your offense involved sexually related punishment of others, you will be punished sexually. You will freely and of your own free will put yourself into the kneeling stocks here before this gathering and you will freely and of your own free will allow yourself to be fucked by Bubba and Buffy.” The crowd gasped. Queenie looked shocked, but said nothing.
“In addition. Because your offense involved an electrical punishment, you will freely and of your own free will place yourself upon and ride the electric horse for the night.” It looked like Queenie was going to cry out, but again she stopped herself.
“And finally because this was done to a lesser against their will, you will freely and willingly put on and wear for the remainder of this gathering, the collar of Slave Zero.” This time Queenie reacted with “No, I won’t do it.”
Ed replied, “That is your choice Queenie, but first let’s hear from the club.” He turned to the crowd and said, “You have heard the decision and punishments. Thus says the council; what says the club membership?”
The crowd responded almost as one, “Let it be done!”
Ed again addressed Queenie. “You have heard the decision of the council and of the club. The final decision is yours. Do you submit to these punishments, or do you leave.” He paused a moment and then added, “Before you make your decision, Queenie, keep in mind that because there are four separate offenses, this punishment - including the Slave Zero collar - will be repeated at our next three club gatherings.”
Queenie stood there with her head bowed. She was no longer the haughty mistress who had taunted me and hurt me so severely. She was a scared, lowly, naked slave. “Give me the damn collar,” she muttered as she stepped up to Ed and held out her hand. “And show me where the damn kneeling stock is.”
Ed handed her a leather collar that she held up to her neck. She turned around so that Ed could buckle the collar at the back of her neck. On the front of the collar was a large metal tag that read, “Slave 0." While Ed was tightening the collar on Queenie’s neck, the two security men re-appeared carrying what looked like a polished railroad tie. At least that was about the size of it. Ed said, “Put it over there where SSSuzy can see everything. She deserves to be able to see this.
They set the large wooden beam on the ground and opened it up. I could see that it was hinged on one end and that there were four holes in it. Two larger holes near the outside and two smaller holes in the middle. Queenie came over to the beam and knelt so that with a little spreading of her legs, her ankles rested in the outer holes. Then she bent over and put her arms back between her legs and set them in the smaller holes in the middle. One of the security men closed the beam and locked it closed. Queenie was now trapped in the stocks with her ass stuck well up into the air waiting for Bubba and Buffy, whoever they were.
“This isn’t really punishment for her,” Slave One said softly in my ear. Queenie loves being fucked by Bubba and Buffy. She just doesn’t want anyone to know that she is a dog fucker.”
If my head wasn’t covered by the black hood, Slave One would have seen a very shocked look on my face. “She thinks that no one knows that she is a zooaphile, but behind her back, people call her D&D Queenie. That stands for Dogs and Dildos because they say that is all that turns her on.
One of the men stepped out of the crowd and sprayed something on Queenie’s upturned sex. “Better give her another squirt, Doc.” Someone yelled. “Bubba’s been awfully tired looking lately.” The crowd laughed and Doc stepped forward again and sprayed Queenie with several more squirts of whatever it was that was in the bottle.
Slave One spoke again. “That is the scent of a female dog in heat. When Bubba comes out here, he will be raring to go. They will let Bubba finish before they bring out Buffy, or Buffy would tear Bubba apart trying to get to Queenie.
A few moments later, another man appeared leading a large dog by a leash. It looked like a cross between a shepherd and a rottweiler and it was huge. As soon as they approached, Bubba began straining at his leash. The man issued a command and the dog stopped and sat down. Then as soon as the leash was unclipped, the man said, “Go get her, Bubba,” and the dog ran to Queenie and stuck his nose right between her legs.
Queenie thrashed in the stocks, but she could not move. The dog licked her a couple of times and then mounted her and with a couple of thrusts entered her. Queenie yelled out as Bubba’s large, pink doggy dick slid into her, but as Bubba began pumping, Queenie soon began moaning and thrashing and it was obviously not from pain. I didn’t know that it was possible for a woman to orgasm that quickly. Either they had given her something or she really did get off on dogs.
Bubba continued to pump and Queenie continued to pant and scream in orgasm and then finally he was finished. He tried to pull out, but his knot would not let him do so. He did the standard dog action of turning around and pulling, but he and Queenie were locked together until the knot went down. Bubba tried pulling harder. Normally this would result in the male dog dragging the female backwards with him, but Queenie - especially with the added weight of the stocks - was just too heavy for Bubba to pull and he wasn’t strong enough to pull out of her with the knot still swollen. As he strained to pull out, Queenie screamed again, but this time it was obviously a scream of pain. Someone in the crowd yelled, “Throw a bucket of cold water on them!” Everyone laughed.
A few minutes later, the knot had gone down enough so that Bubba could get free and he ran back over to his owner who led him away. Doc then came out and sprayed more scent on Queenie, and another man led a new dog out to the circle. I don’t know what breed or cross-breed Buffy was, but he was more than huge. He was humongous. Slave One spoke again in my ear. “Buffy is short for Buffalo. He is the biggest dog I have ever seen... or fucked.” Again the bag kept Slave One from seeing the look of shock on my face.
Queenie was moaning softly, “No, no, no, no, no...” as Buffy came up and put his nose against her cunt. He began licking her, but unlike Bubba, he kept licking and licking and licking until Queenie was thrashing in the stocks. “Bubba’s no good at foreplay,” said Slave One, “but Buffy will get you really turned on before he pops you. Good thing, because he is as large down there as he is everywhere else.”
Buffy put his forepaws on Queenie’s shoulders and pulled himself up behind her. Unlike Bubba, he seemed to take his time pushing himself into Queenie’s cunt, but once he was in he began to piston like a steam engine. Queenie was yelling and thrashing and it was not clear if they were cries of pleasure or pain. Maybe they were cries of both. Buffy also kept going for a long time for a dog, and by the time he was finished, Queenie’s naked body was dripping with sweat. Like Bubba, he was hung up by his knot, but unlike Bubba he had the strength to pull out of Queenie with his knot still large and bulbous. There was no doubt that the scream from Queenie as Buffy pulled out of her was a scream of pain. The knot on the end of Buffy’s huge penis looked like it was larger than a baby’s head. I heard several women in the crowd say “Ouch” when they saw and heard the bulbous head pop out of Queenie’s now well punished cunt.
END OF CHAPTER SEVEN
1Self-Sub Susy
by The Technician
F exh, Bondage Self, M/F, F/F Spanking Enema
CHAPTER EIGHT
“As soon as Queenie is sufficiently recovered,” I heard Ed say, “We will continue with the electric horse.”
I wasn’t sure exactly what an electric horse was, but the two security men came walking over carrying what looked like a small doghouse with no walls. It was just a small roof supported on four pillars. On either side of the doghouse roof were two poles about six feet tall with a thin pole and something that looked like one of those lighted message road signs on a cross piece at the top of the poles. As they set the device down on the grass, I could see that the roof was actually covered with the type of rough, sand-covered roll roofing you would find on a commercial building. At the very peak, the roof there was what appeared to be a strip of copper and a little ways down from the peak, on both sides, were additional strips of copper about four inches wide. After the men set the device down, one of them did something at the back of the roof and it lowered almost all the way down to the ground. Evidently, this was the electric horse.
I heard Ed say, “That’s good,” and one of the men reached into a bag that was hanging on the side of the doghouse and pulled out two large ground stakes, like you would use to tie up your dog in the yard. He screwed one of them into the ground on each side of the doghouse roof and then both men walked over to where Queenie was kneeling in the stocks.
They opened the stocks and lifted Queenie to her feet. She looked a little unsteady as they walked her over to the doghouse roof, but she seemed to know what to do. She stepped forward so that she was straddling the roof with one foot on each side and the peak aimed straight at her cunt. One of the security men again reached into the bag and this time he pulled out a pair of ankle cuffs very similar to the ones that were a part of my trail bracelets. He put one on each of Queenie’s ankles and then attached them to the ground stakes. He reached back into his bag and pulled out two wrist cuffs and used them to attach Queenie’s wrists to chains which hung from the top of the poles. He pulled Queenie’s arms up rather tight before connecting them so that she stood almost on tiptoe as she was stretched in a giant X between the poles. He then turned and spoke, “She’s ready, Eddie.”
Ed grimaced and slightly shook his head. I don’t know if he disliked being called Eddie or just thought that the security man’s idea of comedy fell a little short. In any case, Ed came over to the electric horse and did something behind it. I could hear the soft sound of a motor of some sort and the roof began to rise. It slowly slid upward between Queenie’s legs until it was pressed securely against her cunt and her feet were raised an inch or two off the ground. She grunted as it lifted her off the ground. It did look very much like she was riding a horse - a very painful horse.
Ed stood and looked out into the crowd. I was surprised to see W walk over to the horse carrying what looked like a road sign on a post and some sort of bit or bridle. He spoke softly to Queenie but I could hear what he had to say, “Queenie, you could have damaged my reputation and my business very severely today, and so I asked the council if you could be my test subject for a brand new addition to my electric horse.”
He walked a few steps out in front of Queenie and pushed the signpost into the ground. There were some wires trailing from the sign that W carried back over to the back of the horse and connected to something. “I haven’t made this part of it wireless yet,” he explained to the crowd, and then he put the strange looking bit or gag or whatever on Queenie.
“Queenie, this penis gag is a little different than any you have ever seen. The piece in your mouth is a rubber penis just like any other penis gag, but inside that penis pointing out is a small laser. As long as you keep the laser focused on that target over there, this here electric horse will stay calm and quiet. But if you let the laser move off the target, it will feel like a bucking bronco. When it starts its shock routine, it will keep shocking until you get that laser back on target.”
Queenie mumbled something through the gag, and W continued, “Above your heard there is a counter. Each time that the horse goes off, it will count up one so the people can see how you are doing. There will also be a little ding so that people can hear that the horse has bucked. Hopefully you won’t keep us awake all night with the noise.”
W looked out at the crowd and then back to Queenie who glared at him above the leather gag. “Just to make things a little bit more interesting...” W reached into his pocket and pulled out two small objects that looked like large earrings or lockets. They seemed to have small clamps of some sort on them because W attached one onto each of Queenie’s nipples. “These are motion sensors. Whenever they are swinging, they will send a signal to the horse and the horse will start shocking. So, you have to keep the laser on the target and you have to keep almost perfectly still. Now, that might be a problem if you are getting your pussy fried, but if you don’t keep still, the shocks will continue for ten cycles before they shut down. You will have about ten seconds after that to get yourself under control and the laser back on target or it will start all over again.”
W started to walk away when Ed called out to him, “W, didn’t you forget something?”
“Oh, yes,” W replied. “I say to you people often enough, I ought to do it myself. Always test your devices before you leave them on automatic.” With that he reached up and put his hand in the laser beam so that it was interrupted. The counter dinged and changed to read “1" and Queenie jumped up as much as she could the way she was tied to the horse. She made a yelping sound that sounded really odd. Evidently the penis gag really kept you from making much noise.
W dropped his hand, but Queenie’s jumping motion had caused the nipple devices to start swinging and the counter dinged again, and then again and again and again and once more before Queenie finally held still. The counter read 6. “Hmm, it could be a long night Queenie,” commented W as he walked away into the crowd.
Ed stood in front of me and with a loud voice announced, “And now we have some unfinished business with SSSuzy.”
END OF CHAPTER EIGHT
1Self-Sub Susy
by The Technician
F exh, Bondage Self, M/F, F/F Spanking Enema
CHAPTER NINE
Shit, I had forgotten I was supposed to be the main attraction. And what was the second part of the punishment Ed had promised me? It was something about honey and being left here all night.
Well, I was almost right. There was honey involved. Ed walked over behind me and I could tell that he was removing his clothing. “Don’t want to get this all over my good clothes,” he said to the crowd, and then I could feel something cold and wet and sticky being poured on the crack of my ass. “You know something, SSSuzy, most people just don’t appreciate the lubricating properties of honey. But after tonight, I think you will.”
I could feel Ed’s penis pressing against my asshole. I had never taken anyone there before. “You have two choices here, SSSuzy. You can fight this and it will hurt like hell, or you can accept it and it will only hurt a little. You might even like it. The trick is to either totally relax down there or pretend that you are taking a dump. Either way I go in easier.”
I didn’t think that I could relax in my position, so I tried to think that I was going to the bathroom as Ed slowly pushed his way into my ass. He went in surprisingly easily. He was right about the honey. After he was all the way in me he paused a moment and then began slowly thrusting in and out. He was right, it did hurt. And he was also right in that I began to enjoy the sensation. I found that I was climbing toward a climax when Ed finished and rested against me for a moment before pulling out.
“You only have five more this time, and they are all guys.”
“Thanks a lot, Ed,” I thought as the next man took his place. I couldn’t see who they were, but the second man must have been the same one who was second when they were fucking my cunt because he felt even more huge in the back hole. I found myself wondering how, even with the pain his large prick was causing me, I could keep building toward climax. By the time the fourth man stepped between my legs I was at the very edge and as soon as he began to push into me I began thrashing with an intense orgasm. Evidently that was too much for him and he shot his wad immediately. “Damn,” he said. “That was intense, but mighty short.” I lay there quietly as the fifth man finished.
I expected someone to wash me off or otherwise clean me up, but instead Ed walked over in front of me, still naked, carrying what appeared to be a five gallon bucket. “SSSuzy, I am going to prepare you for the night. Slave One and Slave Two will keep any large critters from gnawing on you, but the little bugs are going to feast tonight.” With that he poured the contents of the bucket over my entire body. I was now totally covered with honey.
I could hear flies buzzing around me and as it started to get dark, the mosquitoes started buzzing - and biting. At one point a huge bug of some sort landed on my back. I yelped and thrashed as I felt it crawling on my skin. Evidently Queenie’s curiosity got the better of her and she looked over to see what was happening to me. “Ding, ding, ding” went the counter and then I heard Slave One’s voice, “It’s just a cicada. They are big and ugly, but they don’t even have mouths, so they can’t bite you.”
After a few moments, I felt the big bug struggle to walk over to the edge of my back and slide off of me onto the ground. It was a weird feeling. Suddenly I had an idea. I yelped and thrashed in my restraints, and then stopped. Sure enough I could hear “Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding,” as Queenie could not help herself from looking at what she thought was my distress. I waited about five minutes and then repeated myself with the same results. The third time Queenie had evidently caught on or at least was able to not turn her head and cause the laser to move off target.
I heard Slave One’s voice softly in my ear, “Let see if this works,” and the she yelped a high pitch little scream. I could hear her giggling softly as we both listened to a prolonged series of dings. After a few minutes, I thrashed in my restraints again and once more was rewarded with the sound of the counter clicking steadily upward recording Queenie’s ride on the electric horse. I was about to repeat my little act when I heard Ed’s voice speak sternly to Slave One and me. “I know what you two are doing. If you don’t stop that you are going to keep the whole camp awake all night, and I will have to put you two on the horse tomorrow. Keep it quiet.”
Slave One lowered her head and responded, “Yes Sir, I understand, Sir and I will obey, Sir.”
“Good,” said Ed gruffly, but as he walked away he slapped my ass hard, and I could hear Queenie’s counter again dinging repeatedly. He muttered with a laugh, “It is a pretty neat trick, though.”
The rest of the night passed without incident. I found that I actually fell asleep for most of the night. Once or twice a particularly aggressive fly or mosquito would bite and wake me up, but otherwise, it just became a dull background pain that I had to endure.
END OF CHAPTER NINE
1Self-Sub Susy
by The Technician
F exh, Bondage Self, M/F, F/F Spanking Enema
CHAPTER TEN
I was still asleep when Ed began to clean me off in the morning. I was very much awake a few seconds later as the cold water from the hose hit my body. Ed kept spraying me with the cold water and Slave One wiped me down with a towel of some sort until all of the honey was gone. The bag was now very wet and sticking to my face, but the rest of my body was basically cleaned up.
Slave One dried me off with a large towel and then she and Ed walked away and the two security men came over and began untying me. After I was totally free, they lifted me up and one of the them said in a rather strange sounding high pitched voice that made me wonder if he was actually a woman - or perhaps a eunuch, “We are supposed to walk you around a bit to make sure your circulation has returned. Don’t worry if you start to fall, we will catch you.”
I thought about shaking free of their grip, but as soon as I tried to take my first step I realized that my legs were like rubber. They held me up as I walked drunkenly up and down the path for quite a distance. Finally things started to return to normal. The pain on my ass and in my ass made it somewhat difficult to walk, and the many insect bites made it uncomfortable even to stand.
“Let me put this on you,” one of the men said and began to slather my body with some sort of lotion. I don’t know what it was, but the itching of the insect bites stopped almost immediately and the heat of the welts on my ass cooled down significantly. I thought he was spending a little too much time applying lotion to my breasts and ass, but I guess that was his perk for applying it. “Time to go up to the meeting,” the one with the deeper voice of said, and they began to walk me over to the large building that was used for group functions.
When we entered the large dining room, it was full of people standing around one long table set up in the middle of the room. Ed was standing behind the table and I recognized my clothes, backpack and trail bracelet equipment lying on the table. The two men escorted me into the middle of the clear area and left me standing at the center of the table across from where Ed was standing.
Ed looked at me and spoke, “SSSuzy, your punishment has ended. I don’t think I have to tell you that it would be pointless for you to go to the police about this. Sargent Baker over there or Lieutenant Robbins would sidetrack any complaint you have and if they couldn’t, Judge Madison or Judge Dimato would make it very difficult for anyone to follow up on anything that you might claim. We also have some very interesting video that makes it very apparent that you were enjoying yourself quite a bit in all of this.”
Ed cleared his throat and muttered, “Well, I had to say that as head of the club.... Now SSSuzy, you have a decision to make. No one here, except me, knows who you really are. You can walk up to the table, put your equipment in your little backpack - by the way, the only thing wrong with your release mechanism is that I disconnected the internal battery. Just open the little door and push the connector back onto the battery. So, choice one is that you can walk up to the table, put your equipment in your little backpack, put on your clothes, and walk out that door to never return. You will find that your tent and camping equipment are in the trunk of your car.”
“Or,” Ed continued, “if you desire to become one of us - specifically if you desire to become my personal slave - you can pick up your equipment and put it on like you did back on the trail. It is already set just like you set it for yesterday. After you have it all on, clip your remote to your collar so that it becomes the leash it was intended to be, and hand that leash and remote to me as your master.”
I walked up to the table and grabbed my backpack and put the remote release mechanism inside it. I was going to pack up the rest of the equipment and storm out of there as fast as I could, but when I picked up the collar, something happened inside me. Everything that I had been trying for in all my walks surged through me. I was wet and flushed and barely able to stand up. I looked across the table at Ed and knew what I had to do. I slowly raised my hands to my neck and clicked the collar in place. I then put on the wrist and ankle cuffs and attached all of the chains so that except for the fact that my hands were still free, I was bound like I had been on the trail Friday night. I attached the remote to the leash and attached the leash to my collar and then I reached up to pull the bag off my head.
This was the true point of no return. Once that bag came off my head, everyone would know for sure who Self-Sub Susy really was. I pulled the bag off my head and in almost the same motion brought the ballgag up to my mouth and strapped it in place. I then walked around the table and handed the remote - and my leash - to Ed, who stood waiting for me.
“SSSuzy,” Ed said, “your final decision is made when you lock your arms in place in your belt, but before you do that, let me explain what being my slave really means. It means that you and your body will obey every command that I give you. So that you understand, I am going to give you a little test using your trail bracelet equipment. You are going to stand there with your legs spread and your arms held out to each side while I step the shock circuit through all six steps. While I do that, you are going to remain in place and remain totally quiet. At step 5, you will piss yourself - not before, not after, and at step 6 you will experience one of the most intense orgasms you have ever had.”
I stared at Ed as he continued, “If following that, you still wish to become my slave, lock your hands into your belt and await my commands. So that you know what might be in store for you, let me warn you in advance that after your equipment discharges tonight, I am thinking of having you repeat last night as tomorrow night’s entertainment. Only it won’t actually be a repeat of last night. You will be doing it this time as my true and absolute slave.”
I spread my legs slightly and raised my arms out to my sides. “One,” Ed said as I felt a slight tingle from the chains. “Two.” I held totally still. It surprised me because when W had tested the chains at 2 in his shop, I had nearly jumped out of my skin. I thought that it hurt so much then, but now it seemed very mild. “Three.” That hurt, but I did not move. “Four.” I jumped slightly, but Ed did not say anything. “Five.” Even if Ed had not ordered me to piss myself at five, I think I would have anyway. My whole body shook and pulsed with the shocks as my urine sprayed onto the ground. “Six.” I still didn’t think it was possible to order someone to orgasm, but when Ed said “Six,” I exploded with a tremendous, long-lasting, intense orgasm. I wasn’t really aware of what was going on for a moment or two but finally I came back to earth. I moved my arms to bring them down and put them in the locks on the belt and found that I had already done so and was already securely bound. Evidently I had done it while in the throes of my orgasm.
Ed tugged slightly on the leash chain and said, “Come with me, I will introduce you to some of the members of the club.” He stopped and picked up something and turned back to face me. “First we should put this on you.” He held up a small metal tag with elaborate writing on it. It read, “Self-Sub Slave Susy.” As he hung it on the chains above my breasts he said, “Hello SSSSusy.”
END OF CHAPTER TEN
EPILOGUE
All that was three years ago. A year ago Ed asked me to marry him. He said it was to give me some legal protection in case something happened to him. One of the judges in the club performed the marriage and it is a legal marriage even if the words were changed somewhat. Ed promised to love me and control me, I promised to love him and obey him. At the end, rather than pronouncing us “man and wife,” the judge pronounced us “permanently bound master and slave.”
I live with Ed out at the camp and he regularly takes me on walks in the park. He wears standard hiking clothes, I wear my trail bracelets, only now there is no remote release mechanism. I am Ed-bound until he decides to let me loose.
THE END
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