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Instead there was a note taped to the door: “Hi Honey. There are yourinstructions. Follow them EXACTLY. Go in your room and take off all yourclothes. Shave all the hair from your underarms, genitals and around yournipples. Take a complete enema, then put oil on all over and take a shower.Don’t bother putting anything on. Go to the kitchen and you’ll find yournext instructions. Love, Me.”

I was already excited, and by the time I got to the bathroom I was gettingan erection. If what I hoped was going to happen, this was going to be onegreat weekend! For weeks we had been discussing bondage fantasies and tryingout different techniques. But I had never quite felt totally helpless ortaken as far into the pain as I needed and wanted to go.

If this was going to be the fantasy I had requested, I would need to pacemyself. I controlled my desire to masturbate and concentrated on preparingmyself. I took three bags of water and squirted them out until the water wasclean. Then I carefully shaved and showered as instructed. Since I didn’tneed to get dressed I went directly into the kitchen.

Sure enough, I found another note: “So far so good. By now it’s probablyaround 3 o’clock. I won’t be home until 5. What I want you to do is this: goin the dungeon and you will find a scene set up. You are to place yourselfin bondage by the time the clock chimes 3:30, using the equipment I have setout and then wait for me. Do not come, I have plans for you. Love you. Me.”

I had a glass of water and headed downstairs. I had played around withself-bondage for years. In fact, in our first sessions I basically tiedmyself up, and she just did the finishing touches. She knew exactly how Iliked to be tied and how much I could take. I figured she would set up ascene that would take me beyond my limits as I had requested.

Sure enough there was another note on the dungeon door giving me detailedinstructions on how to tie myself up. I took the note, forced myself not toread it yet, and went into the dungeon. From the looks of the equipment shehad prepared, I was in for it. Great.

“1. Lock the dungeon door. If you left any other doors in the house open, goup and lock them first. Turn on the video that’s in the player.” I swung theheavy door closed and locked the deadbolt. Now once I was tied, only shecould gain entrance to our secret room to release me. I started the cassetteplayer and a compilation of my favorite bondage tapes started. I smiled.Plenty of inspiration.

“2. Put on the leather harness. Make sure it’s on tight.” I put my armsthrough the harness and locked the chains that fit so nicely around mychest, pushing up my nipples. Then I put the cock ring and waist straps onnice and tight. The pressure of the ring made me get hard. I looked at thenote to see what she had in mind next.

“3. Put the spiked parachute on your balls and hang a 5-pound weight fromit.” Ouch. I oiled up the parachute and gingerly wrapped it around my balls.The spikes dug into my flesh; the weight made it worse. She wanted metortured, that’s for sure. Still, the stretching sensation on my balls feltgood, and the penis bondage would give me some erotic relief during myordeal.

“4. Enjoying yourself yet, my little torture slut? Good. Now be good and puton the cuffs and nipple clamps I set out.” How well she knew me. I wrappedmy wrists with the tape we found at the athletic supply store, then slidthem through the cuffs. She had put out my good old favorite all-metalnipple clamps. They were firm but comfortable. I wondered how comfortablethey’d be in an hour or so.

“5. Sweetie, I just know you’re going to need a gag. Put it on the fourthhole and get used to it.” I opened wide and slipped the leather gag into mymouth. The fourth hole was just where it stopped being comfortable, and sheknew it. Sadistic bitch! But the consequences of disobedience, welldocumented by the dungeon cam, could be severe. I just hate being whipped. Ipulled the strap to the fourth hole and latched the buckle. Mmmpf. Mmrff! Ohwell, something to bite on when the pain got bad.

“6. OK, now you’re ready for the final phase: at exactly 3:30, put theweights on your nipple clamps, and suspend yourself from the spreader bar atexactly the height I have set it. Kick the stepladder out of the way; youwon’t need it. Put your feet through the loops in the ankle ropes and pullthem until they’re tight. I will release you when I get home at 5. Have fun!Love, Me.”

I looked at the clock: 3:27. Time to start. The nipple weights were loadedwith a couple of one-pound fishing sinkers on a thin rope through a pulleyon the rafter. On the other end was a spring clamp, which I pulled down andattached to the chain of my nipple clamps. When I let go, the weight pulledthe clamps up toward the ceiling, hard enough to stretch my nipples but notquite hard enough to pull the clamps off.

Now I was getting really turned on, but I still had to complete the finalinstruction. I carefully backed up to the second step of the ladder. Theparachute stretched my balls as the heavy weight swung back and forth. A3-foot spreader bar hung from the chain hoist. I got hold of the left endand clipped my suspension cuff to the end of the bar. I stretched out andfastened my right cuff the other end. The final clicks of the spring clipsjust before a severe suspension are some of the most exciting and eroticsounds there are.

Now for the moment of truth. I carefully stepped down off the ladder to testthe suspension. With my feet together my heels just touched. Uh-oh, this wasgoing to be severe. I had told her I wanted to be taken beyond my limits,but was I ready for this? I really wanted to find out what was there, thetruth buried deep in the pain. I knew I could trust her to show up and letme loose. We had played this game before. OK.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed the ladder back and out of the way. It fellover with a crash. I was committed. I was trapped. I got a raging hard-on. Itested my bonds. They were very secure. I had built them myself, and I knewwell how strong they were. This is it. Might as well go all the way.

I looked for the posts on either side of me and located the ankle ropes.They were loops of thick rope tied with a slipknot. I wiggled my right anklethrough the loop and tested it. The knot slid just a little. I judged Iwould be standing on tiptoes for the next 90 minutes. How long would I lastbefore I had to hang completely from my wrists? What would happen then? Ididn’t know but I wanted to find out.

I pulled the ankle rope tight. Then I stood up on my right toe while I foundthe other loop with my left foot. Careful, careful…there. I pulled in asfar as possible.

The mirror on the opposite wall revealed my situation. There I was, nakedand shaved, gagged and bound in tight leather straps, my wrists and anklesboth trapped a yard apart. I was standing on my toes with my nipples andballs tortured. And no prospect of rescue for an hour and a half. I had apang of remorse and fear. What if I couldn’t take it? Then I took a deepbreath and relaxed. Worrying wouldn’t help anything now.

The physiology of suspension bondage is interesting. The stretching putspressure on all the erotic points, giving the victim an involuntaryerection, especially if the nipples are stimulated and the genitals arebound. At the same time, a process of circulatory stagnation begins from thewrists and hands, and gradually works its way up the arms toward theshoulders. An exquisite pain that goes deep into the bones accompanies thegradual progress of the numbness.

Was I crazy to be enjoying this? Yet curiously I found myself delighted atmy situation, and extremely turned on at the prospect of such severe andprolonged torture. I couldn’t rub my hard cock on anything or achieve arelease. Yet what I felt was the height of erotic pleasure. I felt verythankful to have such an understanding and cooperative partner, and I knew Iwould enjoy every second of my severe bondage and erotic torture until shecame to relieve me.

If the entire weight of the body is suspended from the wrists, sooner orlater the pressure on the shoulders reduces the blood supply to the brain,resulting in unconsciousness. In the Roman days, crucifixion used this toterminal effect. However, if the victim is bound so he can reduce the weighton his wrists, the spread of the numbness is slowed and the agony can beprolonged indefinitely.

That was my situation. Bound as I was, I could relieve some of the pressureon my wrists enough to avoid suffocation. But to do it, I would have tostruggle. I stood on my tiptoes and stretched, but I could barely move.After awhile I knew the muscles in my ankles would give out, and all myweight would be on my wrists and shoulders. I pulled myself up as far as Icould, my feet leaving the ground. I could only maintain that for a fewseconds, but it was a relief.

I relaxed, and let myself just hang. It was only 3:35. My wrists hurt but Iknew this was only the beginning. I knew some of what was ahead, but notall. I tried to wait and not use up my energy too quickly. Time crawled by.One part of my mind wanted the pain to stop, while another, more powerfulpart just wanted it to go on and on forever.

The real effect of slow sexual torture comes with time. The sensations areintense at first, then one becomes kind of used to them. My bondage feltgood after 15 minutes or so, but I knew it wouldn’t last. I was only used tothe first level of pain. The pain would reappear at a deeper level, and staylonger. I waited.

The pain came in slow waves. Each wave lasted five minutes or more. Then Iwould get used to that level of pain and it wouldn’t be so bad for a while.Then another long wave of pain burned deeper into my body, each one worsethan the last. I looked at the clock: 4:05. How could I stand any more ofthis? I twisted my chest and moved my hips, pulling on my nipple clamps andswinging the weights hanging from my scrotum to give myself some eroticsensation, but it didn’t help much.

The pain was working its way down my arms under the numbness that spreadfrom my wrists to my elbows. I raised myself up off the floor, letting mywrists take all the weight for a few moments. Then I let myself back downonto my tiptoes. My ankles wouldn’t last much longer. At least my wristswere completely numb.

At some point I started moaning. The pain was working its way deeper anddeeper into my body. I could barely move but my body was twisting andwrithing to try to get away from the pain. It was an automatic response; Icouldn’t help myself. None of it worked but the sensation of struggling kindof distracted me from the pain.

4:30. I had never been in suspension more than half an hour. This was muchmore than I had ever been able to take. Being alone in the dungeon made areal difference; I was unable to plead, unable to convince her to let me go.There was no choice. I had to take it no matter how bad it got.

I was in a state of total surrender to the pain. It was involuntary. Icouldn’t escape and I couldn’t stop it. I looked forward to her coming butdidn’t want her to see me this way. At the same time, I wanted her to loveme for being like this: her helpless torture slave.

I was moaning so loud I didn’t even hear her come into the room. Suddenlyshe was there. Naked and beautiful. I wanted her so much. “I’ve beenwatching you on the dungeon cam. I like watching you struggle. I want towatch you close up. And do things to you while you’re so helpless.”

She came close to me and looked me in the eyes. “You’re mine now, and Iwon’t let you go.” Her hands moved over my body, arousing me despite thedesperate pain I was in. “I like you like this,” she purred. “I’m going tokeep you like this all weekend. I’ve been keeping a file of the pictures yougave me and your fantasies. Now every one is going to come true. And youwon’t be able to do anything about it.”

She straddled my leg and rubbed her pussy on my thigh. She caressed my cock,which was still rock-hard but had surprisingly little feeling. Then shetwisted and pulled my nipple clamps, and I gasped. The pain wasunbelievable. She pulled harder and I heard someone screaming. I guess itwas me. I was breathing hard. I loved it.

She backed away from me, watching while I struggled not to break contactwith her body and failed. I moaned. “You can struggle and moan all youwant,” she said, waving her hands as she settled into the comfortablearmchair a few feet away. “I’m not going to let you go. You might as wellget used to the pain because it’s here to stay. I’m going to watch yousuffer…and enjoy myself,” she sighed, leaning back languorously.

Her hands stroked her already-wet pussy as she kept her eyes fixed on me.”Mmmmm. Now I see why you wanted this. The writhing is so sensual. Your bodyis so beautiful when you struggle against the pain. Are you beyond yourlimits? Is it too much for you to bear? Good. That’s just the way I wantyou.

Seeing her so close, so hot while I was restrained and tortured made me wanther. I writhed anew with pain and desire. We locked eyes as she broughtherself again and again to the edge of an orgasm, and then stopped justshort of the brink. The room was full of our moans and sighs of passion andpain.

Suddenly the clock chimed. She sighed, and slowly, reluctantly got up fromher comfortable perch. “Time to release you, my dear. At least, from thisposition. But there’s more. So much more I’m going to do to you. Now Iunderstand about taking you past your limits. It’s like learning to swim,isn’t it? Getting past your limits is the hard part. Once you’re there, youhave to cope somehow or other. And it’s very sexy.”

Slowly she released the weights on my nipple clamps. Every movement wastorture. Then she removed the weight from the ball parachute and untied myankles. I just hung there, totally helpless as she tied my ankles togetherand chained them to the wall behind me. Then came the creak and rattle ofthe chain hoist as she carefully lowered me facedown on the mat. My armswere useless. They felt like they were on fire as the circulation andfeeling returned. She bound them behind me, Japanese style with the wriststied tightly to the opposite elbows.

Working quicker now, she put a thick leather collar around my neck andpadlocked it in place. Then she clipped a chain to the collar and fastenedit to a ring on the floor. I was captured again. She rolled me over on myside and carefully removed the clamps from my nipples. They were pinched andblue, and she rubbed and squeezed them to get the circulation going again. Imoaned with the pain.

“It’s not over, baby,” she whispered into my ear as she buckled a paddedleather blindfold over my eyes. “This is just a short rest period. You get15 minutes to relax before we start the next torture. And this is how it’sgoing to be. All weekend long. You asked for it, honey. Now you got it. Ihope you’re enjoying yourself because I sure am. Ta-ta!”

I heard the light switch click and the slam of the dungeon’s heavy door.After the snick of the deadbolt, all was silent except for the ticking ofthe big clock. The next time it chimed, the pain would start again. I moanedinto my gag and cried as I rolled back and forth on my erect penis.

I’m so lucky.

The Weekend
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She opened the door and put her fingers to her lips to indicate that I wasn’t to speak.

“Follow me.”

We went through mildly snazzy but pretty conventional living room to a side room that I suspected had been a breakfast room. It was completely empty.

She looked me in the eye and I felt a mild shiver pass up my spine.

“Go in the corner,” she pointed, “and get on your knees facing the corner and keep your hands at your sides.”

I complied getting very exciting wonder what she was going to do to me.

“You will stay there until told otherwise. Keep your eyes facing the corner, your arms where they are and your mouth shut. If you decide to stop before told you just leave the house and do not come back.”

I heard her leave the room.

A few minutes passed. Then several. Then I couldn’t guess how long I’d been there. Minutes started to seem awfully long. Sometimes I thought I saw the wall move. My knees were hurting and my ankles were sore.

I started to get mad. This was awfully boring. But I didn’t dare move. I’d hungred to be trained for a long time and she was the first who ever offered to do so.

I might as well have been chained there even if the chains were only in my mind and of my own making.

Finally after an eternity that I later was told was only 90 minutes she was back in the room.

“Get up and face me.” I almost fell and legs were wobbly but I was up in a flash.

Her expression was unreadable. It couldn’t decide if she looked grim, amused or maybe even mildly approving.

“Go but you may come back tomorrow at the same time.”

I left softly shutting her front door.

I’d washed her car. I’d been bored almost to tears. None of it had been even faitly erotic. I could not guess what tomorrow would bring. But looking inside myself I knew that having been forced to conform to another’s arbitrary commands had given me some satisfaction.

But I did wonder how many more tests I’d have to pass.

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She laughed aloud. It was an evil, shrill laugh which made cold
shivers run down by back.

“You used to dream of being the slave, the plaything of a beautiful
woman, and now you imagine you are a free human being, a man, my
lover-you fool! A sign from me, and you are a slave again. Down on
your knees!”

…

“You can’t believe it,” she said, looking at me with her arms folded
across her breast. “I am bored, and you will just do to while away
a couple of hours of time. Don’t look at me that way–”

She kicked me with her foot.

“You are just what I want, a human being, a thing, an animal–”

…

The negresses tied me to a post, and amused themselves sticking me
with their golden hair-needles. But this did not last long, before
Wanda appeared with her ermine cap on her head, and with her hands
in the pockets of her jacket. She had me untied, and then my hands
were fastened together on my back. She finally had a yoke put around
my neck, and harnessed me to the plough.

Then her black demons drove me out into the field. One of them held
the plough, the other one led me by a line, the third applied the
whip, and Venus in Furs stood to one side and looked on.

Farm Animal

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… She tugged and pulled and stroked Mike’s dick in front of everyone until it was hard as rock and then they compared again. The cocks were measured by both women, Paul’s had gotten slightly bigger than before but Mike measured up at about 5 ½” long and only 4 1/2” in circumference. Paul was flexing his now, proudly showing it off to both the girls. Mike had never felt so embarrassed in his life. …

Marg said to Mike in the next room “how do you feel now with your small cock, is it embarrassing knowing we all know you’re small and thin”.

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The door opened for the third time.

“Go to the back yard and wait for me.”

As I did so I wondered if she was going to have me mow or lawn. The fear of something like that dampened my enthusiasm but I couldn’t brind myself to stop now.

She walked out. Dressed in a pullover top, cut-off jeans, and cheap rubber sandals, “flip flops” my mother used to call them. She’d always been dressed casually before but I’d been too hyped up to really notice the actual clothes.

She went over to a pick-nick table made of greenish wood.

“Sit here. Put your right hand’s palm down on the table.”

As I complied I noticed a wooden ruler in her hand.

“You are to keep your hand flat. I’m going to give you ten strokes. If that is too much for you leave and don’t come back.”

I barely had time to steel myself before the first slap hit. But it wasn’t that bad. At first. By the fifth stroke it really stung. My fingers felt like I might not be doing much with them tomorrow but it was almost over. I thought. An eleventh stroke hit me. A twelfth. With the thirteenth she turned the ruler so the edge cut into my fingers.

I yanked my hand away.

When I realized what I’d done I wanted to cry. I’d failed and would have to leave. But when I looked at her she looked pretty pleased.

“Don’t worry, you weren’t supposed to be able to take the last one. Once you got past the first ten you’d passed the test. The others were to teach you that no matter what I say I’m going to do I can still do whatever I want.”

“You have one last test. Come with me.” Shortly we were back in the room whose corner I’d knelt in. This time there was a big wicker plantation style chain in the center. She sat in it.

“Come here, may kneel in front of me. Remember you still aren’t to speak.”

So excited I was trembling I did.

“You have no idea how many men want to be where you are now. But they don’t really want it badly enough. They don’t really want to serve.

“The first day you proved you were willing to work for you place in my service. Yesterday you showed enough determination to withstand boredom which was a much harder test. Today you had your first taste of pain. I like hurting men. If you hadn’t been able to take it you wouldn’t be suitable for me. This is your last test.

“You won’t think it hard when I tell you but it will take all of your willingness work work and to keep on even if you get bored or tired.

“I am very, very slow to orgasm. Your last test is to satisfy me with your tongue. You probably think this is a big treat.” She was right about that.

“But it will take longer than you think. If you manage it we’ll do all the things we wrote to each other about. Otherwise, you won’t have made the grade.”

Standing up she pulled off her top and dropped her shorts. She sat back down. Gesturing at her cunt she said “Get to work, slave.”

She was right. It was long. It was wonderful at first. Then it took all my determination to keep going. At the end it was wonderful again. And then I was hers.

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The first blow landed on the slave’s backside with a loud clap. The blow was measured to inflict the maximum pain without cutting the skin. The pain was intense. It radiated from the point of impact to engulf the slave’s entire body. As soon as the pain from the blow subsided another blow was delivered with the same accuracy. Each blow was timed to keep the intensity of
the pain at the maximum…to keep the slave in extreme agony…there was no relief no respite. Blow after blow was placed…his body was consumed. He struggled against his restraints but it was useless…he was helpless; he could only endure.

Slowly the pain changed to pleasure. At the end of each wave of pain a wave of pleasure engulfed the slave body. Now
instead of dreading the next blow he craved it. He tried to push his buttocks out to meet the blow…he craved the pain now…craved the pleasure it delivered. He was lost in a crescendo of pleasure.

The Goddess-Queen noticed this change in the slave’s reaction to the whipping. She was pleased. She had hoped the slaved would respond in this fashion but she couldn’t be sure until this test. She licked her lips, pleasure began to surge though her body. …

The chosen one (II)

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Pull your right testicle out of the right leg of your sissy bloomers.

Ohhhh…

Right now. Do it.

Yes, Mistress.

Now place the bottom of the iron on that testicle, Thomas. Hold it there while I count to three. Don’t dare take it off. And don’t you dare scream.

Yes, Mistress.

One. Two. Three. Are you crying, Thomas?

Yes, Mistress.

Good. Do you think you will answer the phone within two rings the next time I call?

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We walk the door of your apartment, I drop my bag by the door and look around, my eyes no longer functioning as an artist or even a normal person would. No I look around the room like a predator would. I trail my fingers along the edge of your desk- my fingers slide into my pocket. “Come here slave” you shiver in delight and step forward “CRAWL here slave.”

You drop to your knees and shuffle forward. I growl. You know very well what I expect of you.

I take two swift steps and squat in front of you on knee angled into your crotch pressed firmly to let you know I wasn’t fucking around and placed a caressing hand on your face.

“When I say crawl I mean on your hands and knees!” I punctuate the last word with a soft knee in the crotch and a slap across the face. You let out a grown and as I stand you drop to your hands and knees tears starting in your eyes. I move to the desk “Now get the fuck over here.”

When you arrive at the desk I lean you over it ripping off your shirt roughly. I click cuffs in place in front of you. Bent over the desk I pull out the SLUT paddle you so love. A start with the flat side.” A blow for ever mishap over the last month or so.” I state and start in hitting hard using my full strength and ten you’re moaning I decide to switch it up and slap the stinging mark “SLUT” onto the sides of your stomach “11…. 12… ” I roll you over hitting your back until it’s flushed red. I notice your cock is hard I unbuckle your belt and pull down your pants “Bend over.” you comply knowing this is not a choice. That if you said no it’d just earn you another slap to the face. I tease the head of your cock and slide my hand down and tug sharply on your balls. You let out a gasp I ignore.

A Fantasy

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