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He awakes to her straddling him, pulling on his nipples as she teasingly grinds her sex against his crotch. The pain from his nipples is soon surpassed by the pull on the stitches of his growing member. She see's the look on his face and thankfully stops. "Oh yeah! I forgot you're still healing up." she remarks as she slips off him and begins to untie his feet and remove the braces/foot trainers. As she uncuffs his wrists she reminds him of what a big day he has ahead of him. He sits up and shakes the sleep from his head. She claps her hands together and says "O.K. now, off to the shower, then get ready exactly as you practiced last night." She turns to leave and when she gets to the door she looks back at him saying "And i expect you to be immaculate!" Still trying to catch his bearings, he staggers to the bathroom to relieve his full bladder. Lifting the seat and reaching for his member, the realization hits that he probably needs to sit. His curiosity to closer examine what's been done to him is overridden by his need to go, so he lets loose and is greeted by a rush of warm urine around his sphincter. Finished, he begins to explore with his hands. His fingers trace the outline as he follows it down between this legs. He can't feel his balls but he knows they're there by the familiar ache of blueballs. His fingers continue to the tip where he can feel the stitches and sure enough, the whole area of the frenum is actually sewn to his perineum, the very tip resting just in front of his anus. He stands, looks in the mirror and is taken aback by the size of his breasts in the night corset Stripping the corset off he examines the scars beneath his armpits, which are quite well along in the healing process, which makes him wonder just how long he had been under. He runs the water then steps into the shower. Once clean, he checks himself for hair, in case he needs to use the depilatory and is surprised to find none. And not just no hair, but no stubble...nothing below his neck at all. Even his arms and face were smooth. When he was finished he stepped back out into the room, grabbed the garment bag from last night and proceeded to get dressed. He struggles with the pink brocade corset, tugging and gathering until the gap is less than the required 1". Then the stockings and all 8 garters, followed by the petticoat and the maids outfit. Finally the pink posture collar, wrist cuffs and the pink 6 inch court pumps. The open padlocks sit on the dresser except this time there's no keys in sight. Slipping a lock through each ankle strap, wrist cuff and collar he closes each. He sits in front of the dresser and opens the make-up case. Once finished with his make-up he slips the neon pink wig over his head. Standing and walking over to the full length mirror he's taken aback by what he see's. His face heavily made up and framed in neon pink hair. The posture collar holding his neck straight and tall, the word "BITCH" embroidered on the front. The pink high necked uniform and petticoat that barely makes it to mid thigh. Barely covered stocking tops leading down to the 6 inch pumps, padlocks dangling from the ankle straps. He smoothes this apron as he checks his uniform for lint, making sure everything's straight and even and that his shoes have no scuffs. Taking as deep a breath as he can through the constriction of the corset, he steels himself before stepping out into the hallway and towards the living room. She can hear the click of his heels as he comes down the hall and she turns in time to see him enter. She beckons him to come to her. Standing at attention, she circles him, looking him up and down before nodding her approval. "Very nice. Now i need you to go put your makeup case in the trunk of the car and meet me back right here. The trunk's open." He minces back to the room to grab the case and take it out to the car. When he returns she's standing there waiting for him. She motions with her finger for him to turn around and once he does she clips his wrist cuffs together behind him. Telling him to open up she slips a light pink pony bit over his head and presses it between his teeth. It straps in back and under the chin and has 2 long pink leather reins hanging from it. Once buckled in place she grabs the reins and leads him directly to the garage and into the passenger seat of her car. They drive in silence. He tries to speak at one point, only to have her point her finger in disapproval. He could tell by her body language that it would be best if he didn't speak. About 40 minutes outside of town they turn down a country road that runs along the length of a state forest. Out here the houses are spaced by acres, not yards, and set far back from the road with their own private drives. It's not long before they turn down one of those drives. The narrow road, shaded by tree's goes on for about a half mile before they arrive at a sliding gate. There's a keypad and she punches in a number causing the gate to roll aside. He looks around and still doesn't see a house. It's another half mile before the forest canopy gives way to a well manicured lawn on either side, with the road ending at a turnabout in front of a stately house. It appears to be partially built in the side of a hill and transitions to forest above. She parks, then coming around to his side helps him out. Looking him up and down, she brushes a stray hair from his face then nods and smiles before turning, reins in hand , and begins walking towards the wide shallow stairs leading to the houses front door. He struggles to keep up and as they near the top of the stairs the door opens and they're greeted by an older gentleman who throws open his arms and greets her as if she is an old friend. They hug briefly before he waves his arm saying "Please, please do come in." Then without even acknowledging he was there he says to her, "Here, let me take that from you." Extending a hand, she hands the reins to him and they walk through an entryway towards a sunken living room off to the right. Just inside he stops and gathers up the reins before wrapping them around a sturdy light fixture about a foot over his head and tying them off. He motions towards the couch offering her a seat and tells her to make herself at home. They walk to the couch about 20-25 feet away from where he is tied and sit down to talk. They're just out of earshot so he only catches bits and pieces of the conversation. Sometimes speaking in hushed tones, other times laughing loudly, although neither of them even making eye contact with him. After what seems to him to be the better part of an hour he stands and helps her up. He thinks he hears him say something about showing her the guest quarters, then he watches them both leave without even acknowledging him. He's left there tethered to the light fixture as if he were a horse. His feet and legs ache but he can't reach the reins and there's not enough slack in them for him to sit. So he waits, shifting his weight from foot to foot. and he waits, and waits. He figures he must have stood there the better part of two hours before they return. By this time he's angry and when they walk in he's jerking his head trying to free the reins from the light fixture. He doesn't even know they're there until he hears a, "Tsk, Tsk," from behind him. The man grabs him roughly by the elbow and says "So you're looking for some attention eh?" Still holding his elbow he spins him around to face him. "So you like to pull eh?" The man asks as he grabs him by the septum between his thumb and forefinger and squeezes. Tears well up in his eyes as his head is jerked up and down. "So yes, you like to pull." The man turns to her and says. "Since he likes to pull so much, I think we should have his septum pierced. At least 6 gauge. Then we'll see how much he likes to pull." And with that, thankfully, he lets go. He reaches up and undoes the reigns. Turning to her he says, "The pony bit is a nice touch." Turning his attention back to him he says "Maybe we'll make a pony girl out of you eh? Well, let's show you your room." And with that he turns, reins in hand and starts to walk across the living room. He minces forward but can't keep up. The reins jerk him forward and he stumbles, then recovers only to have the reins pulled again as he's told to keep up if he knows what's good for him. They walk through the living room, through an open dining room and through 2 swinging doors into the kitchen. From there it's down a short hallway to the entryway of the guest chambers. The entryway is slightly wider than the hallway and along one side is a coat rack and a small bench. On the other side is a full length mirror and directly in front of him is the door to the guest chambers. A keypad sits directly below the handle. The man steps between him and the pad to punch his code. He' startled to see the mirror on the wall to his right open inward. The man explains. "Surprise! Of course the guest room is this way." He says pointing to the still closed door. Then he turns to the opening where the mirror used to be. "But this is, or should i say was, the guest quarters second bathroom. I had it renovated a bit as well as had this hidden security door put in. It can be programmed to lock and unlock at pre-set times, or opened momentarily with a 8 digit code." He's led in. The man continues. "The nice thing about this room is, unless you knew about it being here, between the hidden entrance, the soundproofing, and this part of the house dug into the mountain, you'd never find it." The room is about 20' x 20' mirrored tile walls, the floor black tile. The only windows are a row of glass blocks at the top of the opposite wall. The door opens into the corner of the room and in the corner opposite is a steel frame twin bed with what appears to be black rubber sheets and pillowcases. Next to that along the opposite wall is a makeup table with lighted mirrors and a single chair, and the last 10 feet appear to be a closet about 5 feet deep with a long accordion door. The wall to the right and the doors wall is one big mirror with an open shower area, commode, bidet and sink in that corner. He leads him over to the closet as he says. "Now, just in case you think we're not serious about this arrangement, that you can just walk away or that it's a temporary, short term thing, this should change your mind." He swings the accordion door to one side. From one side to the other hang wide garment bags, 6 in all labeled 1-6. He grabs one off the hook and holds it in front of him. "Each bag has an outfit. All i need to do is to tell you to wear number one on any particular day and here's number one. You can see it has everything you need for the look i want. This one here has a fitted black satin dress, apron, white petticoat, corset, wig, cap, collar, wrist cuffs and 2 pairs of heels. one 5-1/2" open black satin sandals, the other 6 inch court pumps with the familiar ankle straps. In this top compartment there's even the makeup and polish sheet as well as instructions on how to apply them. Hanging on the outside of the bag is the wig or mask." He waves his hand along the length of the closet saying "And there's more to come!" Then he takes up the reins slack in one hand and pulls his face a few inches from him and says. "As you can see, I've put an awful lot of time, money and effort into this, for years before i even saw you. I've even had some trials with willing participants, but it just didn't click. But you have that innocent and unwilling look about you, i can see it in your eyes. I suppose i could have found an unwilling or reluctant subject myself, but it would just be too difficult and risky. But this set up is perfect. Just think about it. I can do whatever I want with you and you can't do a fucking thing about it." He steps around behind him. He then feels a strap passed through his elbows as they're drawn together behind him. The man grabs his chin and pulls it back to rest his mouth a few inches from his ear and says "As a matter of fact, let me show you." He lowers him to his knees then steps into the closet to retrieve a few items. A 2 foot spreader bar is placed between his ankles, then another strap is looped from his elbows to the bar. Still kneeling, he's pulled cruelly back. He's surprised to feel the pony bit pulled from his mouth. He stretches his jaw for a moment before the man enters his field of vision again. No sooner does he see the ring gag he feels it forced into his mouth and buckled into place, then another strap is ran from the top of the gag harness to his elbows. his head is pulled cruelly back until he's staring straight at the ceiling. His mind races, he thinks about his position and it dawns on him that he's probably planning of stuffing his cock down his throat. He goes cold with fear as the man enters his field of vision, towering over him as he begins to undo his pants. It seems surreal and he tries to tell himself this isn't happening. He thinks he's going to get sick. But it's much worse than he thought. He's confused for a moment when a large plastic funnel is snapped into the ring gag. When what's going to happen dawns on him he starts to try to twist away but can't. He tries to plead with him but before he can the warm fluid hits his mouth and the back of his throat. He closes the back of his throat as he fights the urge to gag. The man meanwhile is standing over him smiling and chuckling as he finishes. Shaking it off, he can see the funnel isn't emptying. He steps to one side of him and leaning down brings his mouth to within a few inches of his ear. "What, you don't like my piss? Not good enough for you? Maybe i'll make you my full time toilet. What do you think of that?" And with that he pinches his nose shut. Struggling for air he finally opens his throat. The warm, acrid liquid flows down his throat and into his stomach. The man steps away from him, out of sight, but quickly reappears. He taps something unseen in his hand as he speaks." Now don't take any of this too personal. I just want to show just exactly where we stand, that I'm not fucking around here, and that things can always get worse." The man brings what he's holding into his sight and he recognizes it immediately as a "hot shot" cattle prod. He shakes his head no, then screws his eyes shut and squeals as it's placed on his cheek, but the shock doesn't come. The prod is removed from his cheek and the man begins to circle him. Suddenly his right thigh is on fire and his whole body tenses. Before he can regain his composure his calf is on fire, and the other calf. Again his thigh as he bucks wildly against the bonds. Then the insides of his thighs, one after another in quick succession. When the man finally stops he is openly weeping, kneeling there staring at the ceiling. Finished, the man kneels down and begins to undo his bonds. As he does so he tells him that he is to clean up and put on uniform 3, Before he leaves the man reminds him that everything in the garment bag is to be worn, unless of course there's 2 of something. In that case he's told he has a choice. He sits up and looks around the room, dazed for a moment, then just sits there trying to assemble his thoughts. He's snapped out of it by her voice, which seems to come from everywhere. "I thought you were told to get ready, bitch." It dawns on him that he's on camera, but can't see them." You need to get cleaned up inside and out, then get ready." He still scans the room looking for the cameras until he hears her say "Well, since you seem to think it's o.k. to just sit there, this is what we're going to do. I'm not going to tell you when I'm going to come to your room and retrieve you. However if you' re not ready when I do, I'll blister the backs of your thighs with my cane. So if I were you I'd be getting ready." He strips his present uniform off, finds the clothes hamper and tosses it in. Walking to the shower area he feels very exposed, even more so since there are no curtains or divider, just the showerhead protruding from the wall and a drain in the floor. He stands under the water, letting it flow over him and tries to relax. Then he hears her voice again reminding him to be clean inside and out. He looks to the bidet warily. This one is different from any other he's seen. Instead of a water spout below the rim, this one has a large plug extending 4 inches above the rim. He looks around it for the water valve but can find none. Then her voice once again instructing him to just sit and it will start. He works the plug into him and as he sits he can hear it start. With a click he feels the plug start to expand. He grows worried as it continues to expand and becomes uncomfortable. He tries to get off it and stand, but finds he's impaled on it. Finally, mercifully it stops just before he feels he would split. Then he feels the water start to flow, and flow, and flow as he watches his stomach distend. Finally it stops after about five minutes and he expects the plug to deflate. Instead nothing happens. Ten minutes go by and now he's cramping, sweating and feeling queasy. Then there's a click and although the plug stays inflated, he can finally relieve himself. When he's finally empty he hears a click and thinks the plug is going to finally deflate. Unfortunately he feels the water start to flow again. The entire cycle repeats again until finally the plug deflates and he can lift himself off it. He finishes his shower and towels off. He grabs uniform 3 from the closet and can hear and smell that it's rubber. He lays the pieces on the bed and picks up the makeup sheet. All it calls for is foundation, pink lipstick and eye shadow and pink fingernails. There was also a pair of false eyelashes, full and probably a inch long. He quickly does his makeup, saving the eyelashes and nails for last, then he turns to the uniform. There is a pair of ballet ankle boots which he sets aside in favor of a pair of 7 1/2 inch sandals with an inch of platform. Black latex stockings, corset, dress and uniform. Topped off with a latex hood which had eye, nostril and mouth holes and long red ponytail that rose from the top. There was also ankle and wrist cuffs made of latex as well as a odd looking posture collar, with open padlocks for each. He turned the collar over to read "Rubber Whore" in red lettering in the front. But what disturbed him the most was the plug harness. There was a plug in that although not long, must have been 3-1/2 to 4 inches across before tapering back down to about an inch. He gets dressed. The corset is screaming tight and he has to use a hook on the wall and all his weight to get it within an inch of closing. Once dressed he takes the ankle and wrist cuffs and slips them on before padlocking each, followed by the collar which also locked. There was just one lock left and this went with the plug harness still lying there. He kneels on the bed and having no lube, spits on the plug. He begins to push and lets out a soft moan. This is when he's greeted by a sharp shock at the base of his throat that takes his breath away. "What the...." he starts to say when he's greeted by another stronger shock. He tries to curse but is again shocked before he can get a word out. He then realizes it's some kind of noise control collar. He hums, ever so slightly and feels a tingle on his neck, and that confirmed it. Had he known this he would have taken care of the plug first. He presses on the plug until he feels like he is going to split, working it back and forth, each time deeper. He tries to keep quiet, but as he finally pushes past the widest point, it thrusts into him and he lets out a moan again. This causes the collar to go off again and all his muscles tense, driving it even deeper and impaling him. He kneels there, trying to catch his breath through the constriction of the corset, when she walks in. He quickly gets up from the bed as she asks," So, you ready?" To which he nods a yes." She chuckles a bit." So I see you've discovered the little secret in that collar. I think it's a great idea, because right now you need to listen and not speak. After all, you have no say in the matter." He teeters on the heels as she clips a leash to the collar. "Come." She commands as she leads him out of the room, down the hall and into the kitchen. The man is there and when they enter the man claps his hands in delight. He stands there, teetering on the heels, his hands at his sides. Suddenly he feels a tug on his collar as she pulls him down, her mouth to his ear, "At attention Bitch." Taken aback he starts to apologize and the shock buckles his knees, which he falls to, twisting on the end of the leash. She roughly pulls him up and orders him to attention as the man walks over to them. Fingering the clip at the end of the leash, he stares directly into his eyes and says to her "You need to have its nose pierced, through the septum so we can put a ring there. Much less likely to pull then." He unclips the leash." Lets see you walk back and forth so I can get a look at you." He's trembling from the situation and walks carefully from one end of the kitchen to the other, the impossibly high heels making it seem as if he's on his tip toes, trying to escape the huge plug in his ass. The man laughs and claps his hands saying, "You're going to be lots of fun!" The man sweeps his hand towards the counter and informs him that all of the ingredients are there and points to a slip of paper on the counter. "The recipe is here. When you're finished and the table is set, let us know. We'll be in the living room." And with that he takes her hand and leads her to the living room. The recipe is for a simple Caesars salad which takes him only a few minutes to prepare. When finished he goes about setting the table, trying to suppress the anger building in him. As he struggles on the heels, mincing to set the table he can hear that they are having a lively conversation. He can't hear what is said but he can hear the laughter. When finished he's not sure how to announce it so he minces into the living room and motions towards the dining room. They rise and as he walks past the man loops a finger into the ring on his collar and drags him along, struggling to keep up. He pulls him to the end opposite the table and tells him that he is to stand right here, feet together, back straight, hands crossed behind him and eyes forward while they eat. When finished they rise. He's told to present himself in the living room when he's finished clearing the table and washing the dishes. He clears the table, wipes it down then washes the dishes. This gives him a moment to think about his situation and how to get the hell out of here. After that disgusting pissing episode he no longer cares about the threat of prison, his car, or his house for that matter. Just get out and worry about the rest later. But how? He can feel his testes as well as that infernal device inside his peritoneal cavity and remembers the agony of how it felt rattling against his balls when it spun up. It had knocked the air out of him, buckled his knees and made him want to vomit almost immediately, so she's not bluffing about this one. He's fairly certain they not only have remotes for it, but some kind of invisible fence like she had at her house. He doesn't know what to do except keep an eye for an opening, any opening and escape. In the meantime all he can do is try to avoid as much nastiness as he can. The dishes done, he minces into the living room, amazed that he can even stand straight in the impossibly high heels. He could hear their laughter grow quiet as he entered. The man stands and walks over to him. As he does he announces that they have some important matters to discuss and that he wouldn't be needed for a little while and besides, he probably would like to get off his feet for a bit. With that the man places his thumb and forefinger at the base of his nostrils and he viciously pinches his septum. He lets out a squeal and is greeted with a shock to his neck. He's pulled forward by his nose and paraded in front of her for a moment. "See how much easier it is to control like this? Yes we must get his septum pierced." He is lead back to his room and once inside, the man raises his remote again and the wall that was all mirrors slides open from either side. What he see's is another room three times the size of the one he's in. He's pulled forward into the room and can see it's a fully equipped dungeon with mirrored walls and black tile throughout. There is equipment he's never even seen and his struggle to take it all in is cut short by him being pulled down to his knees. looking forward he can see an image of himself in the mirror less than a foot away. He barely recognizes himself and stares at the figure before him. he's snapped out of it by the feeling of straps being wrapped around the bottom of his thighs, just above the knee. these are clipped to a solid "X" frame along with his wrist cuffs. The frame itself is anchored to the floor by about 3 inches of chain, holding him in a kneeling position. He then feels two more bands around the tops of his thighs and feels him doing something with his plug harness. Finally a small platform is placed in front of him, the legs snapping into anchors in the floor. Mounted on top of it is a box with hoses and wires hanging out the back and from the front a dildo dangles obscenely in his face. He is told to take it into his mouth and when he hesitates he feels a hand on the back of his neck, then complies. The man steps away and turns on a nearby computer. A few moments later he can see 3 green vertical bars, like led's glowing on the mirror. One on top of the other on the left side and one on the right by itself. Sitting behind the computer screen the man speaks. "Watch the led on the right, you can see how it is now moving to the left and changing from green to yellow then red." He kneels there watching the led do just that. "Now, suck." He begins to suck and can see the led start to slide right. "Harder, bitch." He sucks harder and the led slides all the way to the green and passes it, changing to yellow as it goes. "That's a little too hard, i know you're eager but back off a bit." He sucks a little more gently and the led hovers in the middle and green, bouncing back and forth a bit. "Now the top led on the left, watch it move." He see's it start to move left to right with the bottom one standing still. As it gets farther away from the bottom one it changes from green to yellow to red. "Now slide your lips down the shaft." He does and can see the bottom led slide to the right towards the top one, which is now on it's way to the left. As they get closer they change from red to yellow to green when they pass. He then backs off, chasing the top led with the one he controls by his lips position on the shaft. Again the man speaks. "I think you have the hang of it. As you can see, your goal is to keep the led's in the green and that's it. It will do the rest. You should also know that this is also wired to the bands around your thighs, your plug and plug harness. As long as you keep the led's in the green, you'll get a pleasant vibration from the plug. If either drop out of the green, the vibration stops. As you get further into the yellow you'll start to feel an unpleasant tingle running through your thigh bands and harness. If either drop into the red, it will start to shock you, growing faster and stronger the further into the red you go." Then he stands saying, "I'll leave you to your fun." and casually walks out of the room. And he's left there. It starts easy, except for the utter humiliation of having to watch in the mirror as he slides this cock back and forth in his mouth. Pretty soon his sex starts to betray him from the vibrating plug. Gradually it starts having him take longer faster strokes and suck harder, then it forces him to take it all the way to the back of his throat and move in short fast strokes as he has to suck harder and harder to keep the led's in the green. Suddenly he can feel it pulse in his throat and he feels thick warm fluid sprayed into the back of his throat. His first reaction is to stop sucking and pull his head back and when he does both led's drop into the red. He's greeted by a sharp, searing pain from his waist to his thighs. It takes his breath away momentarily and as he tries to recover he's shocked again. Forcing the cock to the back of his throat he receives another slightly milder shock. The salty sweet fluid fills his mouth. He gags on it as he struggles to suck and swallow and still it continues to pump. He wretches some more and he can see and feel some of the viscous fluid spray from his nose as he struggles to breathe. Finally the flow slows and the led's allow him to take it out of the back of his throat. It's slow and steady for a while, but that just gives him the opportunity to dwell on the vision in the mirror, bobbing up and down on this cock, white fluid running from her nose and drying on her upper lip with lipstick smeared and mascara starting to run, unable to look away as she has to keep an eye on the led's. After a while the led's change so that he only has to have the very tip in his mouth and move it in short strokes, which gradually become faster as it forces him to suck harder to keep it in the green. Faster and harder until he can feel it start to pulsate again. He's as ready as he can be as it fills his mouth with long thick spurts. So much so that he struggles to keep up and swallow it and some leaks from the corners of his mouth. It seems like it's going to go on forever, but finally subsides. After a short pause the led's continue their march. This time long slow strokes, each one getting deeper. Soon it's pressing at the back or his throat, then it's as far as it can go, but the led continues into the yellow before backing down. Soon it's dipping into the red and he begins to get shocked. He struggles to relax his throat and as he's shocked he pushes it down the back of his throat. He wretches and gags and it's forced back out as the led drops. Again it hits the back of his throat and he pushes it past and down his throat. Again he gags but manages to keep it there. It does this again and again until he has his face buried to the hilt. Then it starts to pause while it's buried. Longer and longer. Now it starts to back off less and less each stroke, until it's no longer leaving his throat. It starts to speed up and he knows what's coming. The led buries it to the hilt then he feels it start to pulse. He can feel it pump directly down his throat. He gags and backs off, only to be greeted by a harsh shock. He wretches as he buries it again and the thick fluid sprays from his nose. Just when he thought he would suffocate it subsides and the led slowly backs off. For some time afterwards it allows him to just hold the tip in his mouth and suck slightly. But now he feels it begin to grow wider by about 1/4 inch. He can even see it grow. Then the led's start to move again...... It seems to repeat the same cycles as before. The next time he has to deep throat it in order to follow the led's he resolves not to do it, shock or no shock, this has gone on too long. He watches the led go into the red and manages to last a total of 5 seconds. After what feels like a cattle prod to his thighs, he struggles to push the cock past the back of his throat. Once he manages this the led seems to stop, as if stuck, and he's left there impaled on it for a moment and all he can do is stare at himself in the mirror. Although he cant see it, he can feel it start to grow again and he starts to tear up. He can't believe the utter humiliation of this but doesn't have time to dwell on it as the led's start their march again. To follow the Led's he had to slowly back almost completely off, then slowly take it all back in, past the back of his throat and buried to the hilt, before backing back off again. As this continues it slowly speeds up. He's too busy watching the led's and staring at his tear and cum streaked face to notice both of them had retuned. The man steps over to the computer and hits a few keys, then slips back out of sight. As the speed of the led's increase he notices the vibration from the plug inside him increasing and his sex begins to betray him. He begins to feel a pull from where his frenum is sewn to his perineum and thinks to himself. "Not now! Please not now!" Then he feels the unit inside him spring to life. Now both sides of his prostate are being stimulated as he watches himself in the mirror, forcing the cock down his throat as he tries to keep up with and focus on the led's. He tries not to think about it, but he hasn't come in weeks now and he can feel an orgasm building up inside him. When he's at the edge, just past the point of no return he can feel the cock in his mouth start to pulsate just as it reaches the back of his throat. He starts to come just as a massive amount of the thick fluid is pumped into his mouth. Too much and too fast to swallow. As his body tenses and jerks from his own orgasm, thick white fluid pours from the corners of his mouth, then his nose as he struggles to swallow. Then the flow slows to a stop and the led's go dim and disappear. And there he kneels, staring at himself, cock in mouth, mascara streaked eyes, white, thick fluid flowing from his nose and mouth and his own come running down his thighs. As he backs off the cock and lets it slip from his mouth he feels a hand slip under his skirt. He turns his head and see's her there, kneeling next to him as she feels the cum on his thigh. She leans in close. "See, I knew you love this." She stands up. "Just so you know, you will need to be punished for this. You weren't given permission, but it's good to know you enjoyed yourself. One thing you might not know yet is that for every orgasm you have, you have to give 100." He didn't like the sound of that, but was too sore and tired to care. She removed the cuffs from his upper and lower thighs, then his wrists before helping him to his feet. He teetered on the heels as she placed his arm on her shoulders and wrapped one of hers around his waist. She walked him out of the room he was in and into his, helping him sit on the edge of the bed. He started to speak and she shushed him with the wave of a finger, pointing to the collar still around his neck. She then removes the key from around her neck and unlocks the small brass padlocks on his shoes, plug harness, corset, wrist cuffs and collar, setting all the locks on the night stand. She tells him to get undressed, clean himself up and get ready for bed and that she will be back in a few minutes to go over some things. Taking the remote from her pocket, the wall to the other room closes as the mirrored door to the hallway opens. He's in a daze as he strips off the rubber outfit and removes the plug. Washing the plug and wiping down the outfit, he hangs it up. He just finishes washing his face when she returns. She sweeps in and right away and in a very no nonsense, business-like tone says, "We have some things to go over. I need you to listen carefully. I don't want to hear anything from you but "yes" or "no." If i hear anything else come out of your mouth I'll string you up, cane you and leave you there for the night. Do you understand?" He replies, "Yes." "Have a seat." she says, motioning to the bed. As he takes a seat she walks over to the dresser/make-up table and opens the top drawer. Removing a P.D.A. she holds it up. "Before going to bed you will check this. It will have a summary of the next day. What you are to wear, when you are expected to be ready, what your first assignment is etc...You will set the alarm clock on the nightstand accordingly to give you enough time to shower, clean yourself inside and out, get dressed, made up and ready to serve. Do you understand?" "Yes." She motions for him to stand and turns down the black latex sheet on the bed. In the middle of the bed he can see what looks to be a large rubber waist cincher, at the foot are what look like 2 short, wide latex sleeves. She motions for him to get on the bed near the headboards. She explains that he is to slip down into the cincher, feet first laying flat on his back. Then once the cincher is positioned, to slip his feet into each of the sleeves. In the sleeves he can feel a cross bar and he's told to rest the bottom of his foot, at the arch, against it. She then calls his attention to a small button on the headboard and tells him that once the cincher feels centered and his feet are on the bars he should push it. With more than a little concern he presses it. The tops of the sleeves snug around his calves as the cincher closes around his waist. Once the cincher is drawn tight, the sleeves at the foot of the bed start to get pulled towards the corners of the bed. As they do they snug around his feet and because of the cross supports below his arches, his feet are forced into the ballet tip toe position as his legs are drawn tight. She explains that the bed is linked to the alarm clock, which she has already set for him to 6:00. As she walks to the door she lets him know the lights are timed to turn off 5 minutes after the button is pressed and will come back on with the alarm. She wishes him a good night as she steps out, pulling the door shut behind her. He lies there trying to collect his thoughts, then the room goes black........