Master and Slave, Chapter 11
MASTER had really enjoyed our last encounter in my "dungeon". The next time he came over he ordered me straight downstairs for another session. He said he was looking forward to torturing me more intensely, I couldn't imagine what he was going to do, since the last time had been the hardest to date: I had been bound and flogged by him, and then he tormented me with those incredibly teasing moments, bringing his body just close enough for me to almost sense his skin, but always just beyond my reach, as I begged and pleaded for him to at least touch me. Those moments always left me feeling wildly horny, and also very strongly in his power.
Once we were downstairs, he put a blindfold on me, tied my hands to the hooks above my head, and told me to wait. He left for a while, and then I heard him coming back, but of course I had no idea what he was carrying. There was a sound of wood moving around, and I heard him behind me. My hands were tied a bit too high for comfort, so I was relieved when he lifted my feet onto some kind of supports. Then I felt that huge dildo again, invading my ass, but this time I could not move at all. I had no choice but to endure it, and to thank him for it. But then there was more noise, and MASTER told me to sit down. Well, at that point I had that 10 inch dildo up my butt, so I didn't quite understand. So he roughly pushed me backwards onto what felt like a little stool with the dildo impaling my ass. It felt like it went up into my throat, it was so long. Now I was writhing in erotic agony; it was wonderful to be fucked like that, but I had never been
penetrated so deeply. But there was more to come.
One I was pinned in place on the dildo, MASTER pushed away the supports for me feet, so now my weight was entirely on my ass, so I was being even more deeply fucked. Then I felt MASTER grab each of my foot and tie it, as he had the last time, to a spreader bar on the floor. Of course that pulled me down even more onto the dildo. And then I felt his hand on my balls, and he wrapped a rope of some sort around them and tugged it, hard, and attached it somewhere on the floor. So now I was being pulled up by my hands bound at ceiling height, pulled down by my balls, and immobilized on that huge dildo. I was totally trapped.
But he still was not finished with me. I heard a click, and my balls and my ass were suddenly throbbing: he was sending electroshocks through them! I was reacting uncontrollably now. But being totally bound, I could not rise due to the cockring, I could not go lower due to my hands, and most of all, because of that dildo, brutally raping my ass. It was an exact image of my relationship with MASTER: restrained in every direction, with no way to go, and being mindfucked. Now I had become very, very hard. The constant surges to my prostate and my balls were impossible to ignore, I was like a circus animal being put through its paces. And then MASTER asked me, "What do you say, faggot?" And of course I had no choice, I could only say "Thank you, SIR, I love you, SIR". But MASTER told me I wasn't convincing. So I had to keep saying it, putting as much emotion as possible into it, sounding more and more desperate for his approval, while my body was
pulled in all directions at once, by the bondage and the electro
stimulation. Then he ordered me to beg him to whip me, in addition. So
now I was yelling out, "Please, SIR, whip your faggot slave, Please,
SIR, I love you, SIR."
He made me repeat it for almost five minutes and then he finally started flogging me. The combined sensations were overwhelming: bondage, electro, and the whip. I was yelling and pleading with him; part of me could not stand it, and another part of me was more turned on than I had ever been, it was so intense I was practically out of my mind, which also meant of course that anything he asked of me or ordered me, I would have done, without even thinking. Through it all I started to feel a kind of ecstasy, I had never been so in love with him. Only he could fuck my mind and my body this deeply, he was more than ever my god. Eventually, he told me I was allowed to cum, but without using my hands, and only while he was whipping me. Finally I exploded, at the last minute.
But the stimulation continued! After cumming, part of me wanted it all to stop, but he made sure that I understood that cumming was a present he was giving me, and that it did NOT mean I was in control. So for about 10 minutes longer he kept on the whipping, the electro. Just as I was getting really hard for a second time, he stopped. He undid my bonds, he put the supports back under my feet, and he pulled out that enormous dildo.
As I was freed, I went down in front of him, still naked, and on my knees, kneeling in the puddle of my own cum on the floor, and I kissed his feet and thanked him as never before. I was sobbing, I was shaking, and I was telling him again how much I loved him and I needed him. Something inside me had moved: I felt more deeply enslaved than ever before.
(to be continued)