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It began with a simple padded plank supported on a couple of sawhorses.
Black leather covered heavy pads that would support a body from head to
foot. There were several cushions on the plank which suggested that the
device might not be simply rigid. In fact, it was segmented, as he
would discover.
He was told to lie down, face down, fully dressed. Of course, fully
dressed meant as he had arrived at the dungeon. He had received very
detailed instructions about this nearly a week before. His body hair
had been completely removed, except for his head. He had spent the
better of a day getting that done. First at home with a full bottle of
hair remover. Then at a salon where he endured a full body waxing.
Finally back at home with a razor to touch up all those private places.
That took care of Wednesday. Thursday morning was spent at another spa,
this one specializing in hair and makeup. A long blonde wig had been
fitted to his head and then stylists had spent hours pulling his own
hair through the wig cap base and braiding his hair to hold the wig in
place. More time bleaching the whole thing to a trashy bottle blonde
color and styling the wig to surround his face with curls as well as
hang down so far the ends had tickled his bare ass when he got home.
Thursday afternoon entailed getting eyelash extensions and extreme,
garish makeup running to blues, violets and reds. His lips had been
injected so they swelled up and then painted with bright red lipstick.
Full length, garish red artificial nails were bonded to his own nails
and even his toenails had been painted to match. As a final touch they
had sprayed his face with some kind of a varnish like product that
covered it all and made certain it would not smear or smudge. It also
made it non-removable for several days.
He had been given a silky loosely fitted blouse, tight jeans that zipped
up the back and heelless sandals with three inch high block heels to
wear home. No purse, no money, no identification and a three mile walk
to reach his apartment where a stack of boxes awaited him.
Friday morning he had struggled into the contents of the many boxes.
Pink satin panties that had an open crotch lined with lots of lace. A
bustier which was really a corset that went around his waist. He laced
it up a bit and tied off the laces in a bow behind his back. It was
stiff and clearly heavily boned. A pair of silicone breast forms filled
the cups to overflowing. The backs of the forms had been covered with
some kind of glue which was exposed when he removed the covering. They
were now firmly attached to his hairless chest.
Garters hung down and fastened to silky black stockings which had Cuban
heels and seams up the back. A blue cocktail dress covered him from
bust to knee. It was strapless and had a full skirt with a lightweight
built in petticoat. Inside the dress there were zippers on each side
that would be invisible to anyone looking at him. He could not figure
out what they were for and he certainly could not zip them up because
the dress would not fit. It was tight enough just as it was.
Chandelier earrings of glittering rhinestones and a matching necklace
comprised his jewelry. Matching Maryjane style shoes, dyed the same
color as his dress and sporting two inch heels completed his attire.
He lay submissively on the padded plank as he felt the zipper on his
dress being undone. He was unzipped all the way to below his waist,
exposing all of the corset. He felt the lace knot being untied and then
the tightening began. Mistress pulled the laces until he was sure he
would be unable to breathe. Out came the lacing hook and he soon found
that it could be laced tighter. When she stopped and tied off the knot
he was told it was now completely closed. He did not know it but his
waist had been reduced a full ten inches, the maximum possible for most
people. It was a reduction that would be unbearable after a couple of
hours. He heard a snip as she cut off the excess lace.
She showed him what she called a corset lock. It was a matching strip
of boned material with hooks on each side that would fit into the lace
grommets. She described what was happening as she applied the device.
Hooks on one side were slipped into the grommets on one side of the
corset. She then put a key into a small built in lock in the center and
began to turn it. As she did the hooks on the other side lined up with
their respective grommets. When everything as in place a final turn of
the lock tightened the device in place. When she removed the key, the
back of the corset was just a smooth strip with no laces showing and the
knots completely covered.
He was now laced into the garment and he felt his dress being zipped
back up. He found out what the extra zippers located inside the dress
on each side were for. The acted like darts when they were closed,
adjusting the dress for the compression of the corset.
She had him stand for a moment which took her help because he could not
bend at the waist anymore. He was then told to lie back down on the
plank, this time on his back. When he was in place, she removed his
shoes and replaced them with high fashion sling back t-strap sandals.
These were shiny blue patent and had heels that must have been seven
inches high and narrow as a nail. They were very sexy, but not
something he knew he would be unable to walk or stand in.
He was told to open his mouth and a large o-ring was inserted. It fit
over his upper and lower teeth and held his mouth wide open in a bright
red circle. She then began to wrap his head in clear plastic wrap. She
was careful to stop and punch holes under his nose with each wrap. When
she was finished his head was firmly bonded to the padded headrest and
could not be moved. Using a pair of scissors she cut away the portion
over his mouth, exposing the ring and his lips.
A single wrap of the same material was wound around him from the top of
his dress down to just below his waist. Over this went several layers
of bondage tape. She had chosen blue tape that nearly matched his
dress.
Long, elbow length gloves were next. But they were the strangest gloves
he had ever seen. From wrist to elbow they were stretch blue satin.
The hand portion though was stiff and each finger ended just before his
nail started. The result was to keep his hands flat, slightly splayed,
unable to flex in any way but with his bright red, long nails on
display.
The next item she showed him was truly terrifying in that he did not
understand what it was. Rectangular in shape it was a flat board, not
very thick but obviously very rigid and very strong. It was shiny as if
it had been sanded and varnished until it gleamed like glass. There
were fastening points at the top and bottom and a hole in the middle.
It was hinged so that it could opened, splitting the hole to allow
something to be trapped in it, sort of like a miniature stock but with
only one hole.
She raised his dress and he realized how the device might work. When
she grasped his cock and balls he knew for certain. She pulled his
private parts tight, placed the board at his crotch and closed it around
his equipment. He heard a snap as it locked into place. It was held
tight against his body leaving his cock and balls exposed and making him
feel very vulnerable. Narrow leather cuffs were wrapped around his
wrists and these were locked to fasteners at the top of the board. His
hands were trapped and held at his crotch but out to the sides so he
could not reach himself. Similar straps were fastened around each ankle
and his feet were pulled up until they touched each other and they were
fastened to the bottom of the board. This forced his legs to bend and
his knees to point out to the sides, totally exposing him.
He felt her pull his balls up towards the end of his penis and wrap
something around them both. She actually hummed as she pulled on some
kind of laces and tightened the whole thing. When she was finished she
held up a mirror so he could see what she had done.
His cock and balls were laced into a miniature corset. The laces had
been pulled tight and ran down the length of the cock. His balls looked
like cleavage with just the tops left bare. They were just below the
head of his penis which was also bare.
The whole picture was extremely erotic. His trapped prick was on
display over the polished board. His hands were held along side with
the red nails showing but it was clear he was helpless to use them. His
feet framed the bottom of the display with those ultra sexy shoes
completing the picture. He could feel himself pulsing as he stared at
the image in the mirror. Almost as an afterthought his eyes moved up to
his head and saw himself staring back at himself. His mouth was wide
open and framed lied a bright red circle, puffy lips engorged like they
would cling to a cock if it were to be inserted. This only served to
excite him even further.
At the same time, he realized he was totally helpless. Unable to move,
barely able to make a sound and certainly unable to free himself or stop
Mistress from doing anything she might choose. What she chose surprised
him. She began to stroke his wrapped head gently and to talk to him.
"There are a few things you need to know. There are also a few things
you already know but now you need to think about them" she said gently.
"First, about a year ago, Mistress Emma, Mistress M to you, was
diagnosed with a fatal illness. Knowing she was going to die and
needing funds a few of us quietly took over the dungeon. We never told
the landlord, we just kept paying the rent. We also used the funds from
clients to support Mistress M until she passed away. So there is no
paper trail to any of us. The history of the dungeon died with Mistress
M.
Second, the lease ends Sunday. We are vacating the place and we have
sold the equipment that we did not want. The entire building is being
demolished starting tonight using a giant building eater. By Monday
morning there will be nothing here but a vacant site.
Third, we both know that the ultimate turn on with a bondage session is
the power exchange. The first meeting with a new domme is always the
best one because of the unknown factor of what 'might' happen, but which
of course never does. I'll leave you to think about those things for a
while." Then she left.
Several people came into the room and lifted up the plank he was bound
to. He found that it could be tilted about and his wrappings kept him
in the same, unmovable position. He could watch as the plank was moved
around the room, through the doors and out into the alley where a panel
van awaited. He was soon lying face up again on supports but this time
in the back of the van. The doors slammed and he felt himself being
driven away.
He did think about what Mistress had said as the van made its way
through the city. He tried to struggle but it was hopeless. He was
terrified but he also realized he was terribly excited. His cock
throbbed in its sexy corset bondage, framed by his come fuck me shoes
and his helpless blood red fingernails.
The van finally came to a stop and the doors were opened. He was lifted
out and placed on a support of some kind in the middle of an empty room.
He had seen the support and it was almost like an altar. It was draped
with a bright red satin sheet and lit by a couple of spotlights that
hung from the ceiling.
Mistress soon came by and told him what was going to happen. They were
in a warehouse building rented for the weekend. It would be the site of
a special rave for devotees of bondage and submission. He was to be the
guest of honor, although there would be lots of other areas where people
could play. Equipment was just being brought in and installed. The
guests would be arriving that night and the party would go on for two
days and nights.
She told him he would be given three choices. She knew from her
discussions with Mistress M that he was totally heterosexual even though
he had a compulsion to dress in women's clothes. He was now completely
helpless and under her sole control. She could do or have done anything
to him she wished and no one would ever be able to trace it back to her.
She had total power over his fate.
He was terrified. He was helpless. He was totally excited.
His choices were simple. He could become a cock sucking sissy for the
weekend. There would be lots of dommes visiting the rave and all would
have a contingent of slaves. Many would love to allow their servants an
infrequent sexual release at his expense. The bench would allow his
head to be bent backwards until his mouth and throat lined up in the
perfect position to service cock after coct.
Or, he could be the recipient of the lavish affection of certain sissy
slaves who would caress and kiss his legs and crotch. They would kiss
him, playing tongue hockey as they became more and more excited. His
legs would be unhooked, spread wide apart and lifted up towards the
ceiling. They would continue to stroke his silken covered gams before
they took turns releasing their pent up sexual desires by fucking him,
one by one. They were she-male chastity slaves and were only allowed
one sexual release per month so he could be certain each fuck would be
long, controlled and end in a frenzy of cum.
Or, he could be turned over to the notorious Mistress known as The
Egyptian Queen and her bevy of highly trained slaves. They would not
molest him but she assured him he would at some point beg them to.
He could think about his fate while they finished their set up. When
they were ready to proceed and all the guests were present, she would
return and ask him for his decision. Whatever he decided, his fate was
up to him. She promised him there would be no sex unless he asked for
it. In fact, if he chose number three, there would be no sex at all
unless he literally begged her for it. Even then, the final decision
would be made by someone else. There was yet another person who held
the key to his ultimate fate and future.
It seemed like hours later when a crowd had gathered around his place of
honor. All was quiet as Mistress hovered over him and explained to all
his delicious dilemma. "Since my poor little he/she can't speak, we'll
have to find another to communicate. I will ask a question. The slave
may answer by a blink of the eyes. One blink for no. Two blinks for
yes."
She bent over his face and smiled as she asked loudly enough for all to
hear: "Do you want to spend the night learning all there is to know
about sucking cocks?"
He quickly but carefully blinked once. "The slave says No," she intoned
for all to hear.
He could have sworn he saw a look of satisfaction in her eyes as the
asked the next question: "Do you want to be made love to by all the sex
starved chastity slaves here tonight, knowing that each one will end by
fucking you?"
Again, perhaps even quicker, he blinked once. Again she announced his
decision.
He prepared himself for the third question and the single blink he
intended for an answer. He wanted it known that he did not want any of
these things. He only wanted to be freed. He never got the chance.
Mistress walked away and announced that he apparently had chosen the
third option. She introduced his Mistress for the night, The Egyptian
Queen or as she was also known The Queen of Denial.
What came next was everything but him. A parade of lovely young women,
handsome young men and even a series of drag queens, she-males and
sissies. All of them it turned out, were slaves of the Egyptian Queen
and all were very talented at one thing. Their skills were different,
the techniques varied but all were highly trained to take a subject to
the brink of orgasm and then deny completion.
He experienced an endless variety of tender touches, passionate lips
gentle persuasion, even painful moments but never the final bliss his
body now so urgently demanded. All night and through the following day
as people changed, the crowd around him surged and grew smaller and then
grew larger again, he lay there, on the edge of exquisite pleasure which
was always denied him.
Even the breaks, when he was given an enema, had a catheter inserted to
drain his bladder and was given fortified liquids to sustain him were
not a relief. For each time he was told what new ingredients were being
poured into his body to sustain him and to even increase his response
to touch, pain and other stimulation.
For most of Friday night he moaned and groaned as he tried to reach
completion. Saturday he cried nearly all day. Saturday night he was
begging and pleading although no one could understand his cries for
relief. By midnight Saturday night he was drifting in and out of
fantasy, barely to tell dreams from reality. He could imagine himself
gladly sucking off some guy, or riding some sissy's hard cock or even,
once, being spit roasted as he himself felt his balls expand and shoot
his load of cum into the air.
The worst moment of all was when he experienced one particular sissy. A
beautiful gurl, massive implants on her chest, enhanced lips, and a
massive cock, dressed only in the briefest lingerie and impossible
heels. Her name was Annie and she had concentrated on that portion of
his penis and balls that peeked out of the cock corset. Her lips had
caressed the tips of his balls until he knew they would explode. Then
she had taken the exposed head into her mouth and her tongue had gone to
work. She soon had him screaming for relief, something he did not get
for the entire hour she worked on him.
Now at the stroke of midnight, all was silent. The only lights on were
those shining down on him as he lay helpless in his panting misery.
Mistress stood over him and said, "Let the ceremony continue. This
slave is about to discover his ultimate fate. She brought up a large,
muscular, well hung man and began to massage his cock to erection.
"Slave, are you ready to service this cock? Shall we watch him deflower
you as he plunges into your virgin ass? Blink once if you want him to
fuck you until you come. He inhaled and then blinked. Twice. He could
only think of how good it would feel to gain that ultimate relief and if
this was the only way then he was more than willing to do it.
"Not good enough," came a voice from the crowd. A strangey familiar
voice. Before he could think things through, Mistress let the hunk go.
Instead she selected a large dildo, made him watch as she lubed it up
and then she slowly drove it deep into him. When it was in place she
added straps that formed a thong running around his waist, through a
hook at the bottom of the dildo and back up to hold it in place. She
did something to the bottom of it and it began to vibrate, driving him
wild.
He heard the laughter from the crowd as his hips thrashed about as much
as he could, trying to find a way to get relief from the monster that
was rubbing up against his prostate deep inside of him. Pleasure he
could not quite achieve.
He managed at last to focus on Mistress again as she brought up a sissy
and raised his skirts. Poking out from his silky panties was the
largest cock he had ever seen.
"Are you ready to accept this offering and to suck this cock until it
has passed down your throat and you can feel the sissies' balls hit
against your lips?" she asked.
Again he hesitated only a moment before he blinked twice.
"Still not good enough," came the mysterious voice from the darkness.
This time Mistress took a much smaller dildo and pushed it into his open
ring gagged mouth. It filled his mouth and tickled the back of his
throat. This one had a flat pad at the base with straps that went
around his head and which were pulled tight and locked. Now he was
stuffed at both ends, still helpless and he could not make a sound.
"At last," he heard the voice and a body stepped out of the darkness so
could see her.
"Oh, God!" he thought. It was his wife, but not as he had ever seen her
before. She was dressed as a domme, all in black and she was gorgeous.
She also looked very demanding and he was sure no one had any doubt that
she expected her every command to be obeyed.
She looked down at him and exclaimed, "Now it's my turn. No more years
of faking orgasms to make you feel important. No more doing what you
want to do. From now on you are mine and I will give the orders.
Whether or not you ever cum again will be my decision."
She then ordered someone to release and remove his cock corset. He
heard her issue the fatal order to bring Annie forward. He could not
make a sound as those puffy lips slid down his monstrous erection and
the tongue went to work while two hands cradled his swollen balls. He
only knew he was in either heaven or hell for the next thirty minutes as
she brought him closer and closer to eruption. Just at the moment he
knew he had won and nothing could stop his climax he heard someone shout
ice and Annie withdrew. Just as fast, ice was packed around this crotch
and all thought of a climax fled from the shock and pain.
The ice was kept fresh and plentiful for about ten minutes. By then his
equipment had shrunk down to almost nothing. He could barely feel the
hands that cleared away all the freezing material and replaced it with
what had to be the smallest size male chastity cage ever made. Even as
small as he was at the moment, it clinched tightly to him, squeezing
both his cock and his balls. He heard the clicks as it locked into
place.
"Titanium steel," his wife told him. "Almost impossible to cut. It
might be easier to just castrate you completely than to try and cut it
off. And I have the one and only key," she told him as she put it on a
chain necklace and draped it around her neck and down between her
cleavage.
His head wrappings were cut away and the gag released for a moment. It
was quickly retightened and locked in place. A leather hood was forced
on and laced tight and locked. It featured removable eye pads and ear
plugs so he could be made deaf and blind if she wished.
His cock board had been unlocked and removed. His legs now hung down
off the end of the altar, his hands movable but still helpless. His
dress was lowered and he was forced to stand. He tottered about in his
spike heels but she told him he would learn to walk in them by practice.
A fancy slave collar was snapped about his neck and a golden leash
attached to the front.
He could hear the applause as she began to lead him out of the building
and into his new life. He was conscious of the plug which vibrated in
his ass as the high heels forced him to wiggle his butt while he
walked. He could not make a sound because of the dildo that filled his
mouth and all but plugged his throat.
He could feel though the pain one pain, the one caused by his punishing
cock cage. He knew how helpless and probably silly he looked as he
obediently tripped along behind his newly dominant Mistress/wife. But
the worst feeling of all was the pain at his crotch as his cock and
balls began to swell inside the tight punishment cage which only she
could release.
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