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The Tortured Nurse
This is a true story of my life as a slave.
I am a 42 year old male of average looks and of average physique. I am a Registered Nurse. I have been single my entire life, mostly because I am an extreme submissive masochist. I have never had a ?vanilla? relationship. Sure, I have dated, but nothing meaningful ever came out of that. I resigned myself to the fact that I needed to be used and abused, so most of my adult life I saw Pro-Dommes for self satisfaction. That was until met Mistress Jean.
I was living it up. Making very good money and only working three 12 hour shifts a week. I had a lot of free time. I had a two bedroom Townhouse and had converted one of the rooms into my ?play space?. I had all kinds of toys in the ?space?. I also had built a jail cell and put a timer lock on it so that I could program a specific period of inescapable confinement. I spent a lot of my free time ?playing?. I would often just hang out at home in bondage all day. Wrist and leg shackles, attached via chain, leather slave hood, collar, CB-2000, chains hanging from my nipple piercings and my septum ring. It was not uncommon for me to lock my self up, fully bound, into the jail cell for 48 hours. Boy, I had a great time.
The people living across from me, were a gay couple , Wayne and Gary. Wayne and Gary were in their 60?s. I got to know them when Gary was one of my patients at the Hospital. The three of us became good friends. The guys knew of my penchant for D/s and even tried to talk me into meeting a friend of theirs that was a very sadistic leather Master. i did meet Master Dave and even played with him. Master Dave was absolutely brutal and I found out that I really loved it. Master would come over and bring his toys. He loved to have me suck his dick and could fuck me quite a long time. I would lock myself in the jail cell and wait for Master Dave. Master had a key to my house and would let himself in. Master would usually let me out of the cell, have me kneel and suck his dick for awhile, then chain me up and whip, paddle and cane me. I always had to wear a leather hood in Master?s presence and was not allowed to speak at all. I could say emergency and Master would let me speak, but if it was not an emergency, Master would whip my balls until I cried. After Master beat me, he loved to fuck my sore ass. He could pound my ass for a hour without cumming. On more than one occasion, Master, fucked my ass until he came, shoved his cock in my mouth and made me suck him off until he was hard again. Master would then fuck me again for what seemed like forever. After Master Dave was satisfied, he always put the CB chastity device on me, cuffed my hands behind my back and put me in the jail cell, setting the timer lock to confine me for 12 hours. He called it my ?cooling off period?. Then he would leave. After the lock opened, I went over to where Master Dave had left the keys for me, and released myself from the handcuffs. I then crawled over to the video camera to perform for Master Dave. Master let me jerk off as long as I did it for him, in front of the camera and then sent the video to him. So I took off the chastity tube. Put on some absolutely wicked nipple clamps and knelt before the camera. I still had the hood on and proceeded to pull on my puny little dick. Master Dave had instructed me to pull on the nipple clamps and moan as I jerked off. I was not permitted to cum for 5 minutes. I had to stroke my pud and pull on the nipple clamps for 5 minutes before cumming. It was pure torture. As soon as I saw that it had been 5 minutes, I screamed permission to cum, Sir, and shot my wad all over the floor. I composed myself for a few seconds and then completely licked up all my cum off the floor, still on camera. When I finished, I turned off the camera and unchained myself. I then cleaned up a little before downloading the video, to send to Master Dave.
Master and I started to drift apart and weren?t really seeing each other for play, when I met Mistress Jean. I was at the grocery store and I ran into Jean. I had worked with Jean at a fast food place when we were in college. We were pretty good friends when we worked together. Jean graduated with an accounting degree and was now a CPA. We exchanged hugs and initial pleasantries and then sat down and had some coffee and talked. I had always liked Jean, a lot. I think that she also liked me, but not in a lover?s way like I was attracted to her. Jean had a dominant, playful side that always made me wonder. She asked me if I was married and I told her no. I said that I just had never met the right woman. Jean said that she too had never been married because she had not met the right guy. We talked some more and finally, I worked up the courage to ask Jean over for dinner. She declined, saying that I probably was not really her type and she did not want to mislead me. I said, well, what is your type? Jean relied, ? I like enslave men and train them to submit to my every whim?. I almost fell off the chair. I asked her if she was kidding and she assured me that she was not. I then told her that I could be that man, but I don?t think she believed me at first. I told her that I had always had those fantasies and even had a play space in my house. I asked her if she wanted to come over and see it. I only live about a ? mile from the store, so Jean agreed. When we got to my place, we went in and out of nervousness the first thing I did was say, c?mon, I?ll show you. I took Jean to the room, opened the door and we went in. Jean started smiling and said that she liked the setup. She then told me that she too had a play space at her house and that I would have to come and see it. I told Jean that I wanted to see if we were compatible, so could we please have dinner. She agreed, but said that she wanted me at her house at 5:00pm sharp on Friday. She then gave me the address, a kiss on the cheek and left.
It was Wednesday and I had until Friday to worry.
Friday finally came and I prepared myself for my date. I, showered, put on a nice dress shirt, slacks and loafers and got ready to meet Jean. I kept all my piercings in as I figured, what the heck. I arrived at Jean?s house at 4:55 and waited until 5:00 until I walked up to the door and rang the bell. Jean lived in a rather upscale home in the affluent area of town.
When Jean opened the door to greet me I gasped. She was wearing a white blouse, leather vest, leather skirt, black stockings and 6 inch black stiletto high heel boots. She beckoned me to come in. After closing the door Jean said ? thank me for having you over my house, get down on your knees and kiss my boots?, I was down there in an instant, kissing and licking Mistress Jeans? boots. After a few minutes of boot worship, Mistress told me to stand and undress. I was starting to get a little scared. Mistress explained that men are not permitted to wear clothing in her home unless it is feminine or of her choosing. I quickly stripped. Mistress put a locking collar on my neck and then asked me if I wanted a ?tryout? to be her slave. I was so excited that I begged her to please let me tryout. Mistress laughed. She told me that before we had dinner, she wanted a few hours alone with me to do a ?scene?.
Mistress Jean led me downstairs to the basement. We went past the laundry area to a metal door at the end of the hall. Mistress Jean opened the door and we stepped in. I could not believe my eyes. The room was a completely finished Dungeon with all kinds of furniture. There was a spanking bench, St. Andrews cross, whipping post, steel cage and other furniture. There were hooks inset in the floor and chains hanging from hooks in the ceiling. I was speechless. The dungeon was beautiful. In the far left corner was a wooden door with bars over an eye level glass window. Mistress Jean took me over to the door and opened it. It was a jail cell. It was much more sophisticated than mine. There was a bed hanging on the wall, with a very thin mattress, a little sink and toilet and hooks throughout the cell. I assumed the hooks to be for attaching a prisoner to. Mistress Jean asked me what I thought and I replied that it was absolutely wonderful. Mistress said ? maybe you?ll get to spend some time in there someday?. My cock immediately became rock hard. Mistress Jean noticed and commented, judging by your reaction, you may very well be slave material.
We headed back to the main area of the dungeon and Mistress Jean asked if I was ready to play. I replied, yes. She said that we would start out slow with her asking me a lot of questions to assure my safety and the standard green, yellow, red safe words would apply. First Mistress put a leather hood on my head. It had zippers over the eye holes and a zipper covered mouth. Mistress laced it up and fitted the hood snugly. Next Mistress put these long locking, bondage opera gloves on both my arms. She then put ankle shackles on me with a short chain holding the shackles together. Mistress asked me if I was ready and I mumbled yes. Immediately she shouted kneel slave. I was on my knees in a second. Mistress said that she wanted to see how well I licked boot, so I should get started. I got close to the floor and started licking her boots. I licked each boot for what I figure was 10 minutes, after which Mistress commented at what a good boot licker, I was. Mistress said it was time for some discipline. She led me over to the spanking bench, layed me on my stomach and hooked my arms to a hook and my legs to another hook. Mistress explained that this is where she would be asking me for feedback as this was our first session together. I was feeling pretty good knowing that she cared about me enough to do such a thing. Mistress started out with a flogger on my back. She hit me firmly but not too hard. She asked me how I was and I replied that I was okay. She started to hit me even harder and it felt so good. Chained down and being flogged by a very lovely woman. Mistress Jean kept asking me if I was okay to which I replied, yes. It got to the point where she was flogging me very hard and all I was doing was moaning quietly so she stopped asking me if I was okay and just kept hitting me. After what seemed an eternity, Mistress stopped flogging my back. She went over to the wall and came back with nipple clamps and put them on my nipples. Mistress then reached for a metal ring and put it on my balls and tightened the ring until it was snug. She grabbed a smaller ring and snugged it on my cock. Mistress then attached electrodes to the rings. She explained that I had done so well that she was now going to shock my cock and balls while she caned my ass. The first jolt was a surprise but after a few seconds I adjusted. When Mistress Jean noticed that, she turned up the juice. Almost right away the caning started. Mistress Jean asked me how many strokes did I think that I could handle and I smart assedly said ? as many as you can give me?. Mistake. Mistress Jean caned my ass long and hard only stopping after my ass was a bloody meaty mess. I never once used the safe words. Mistress Jean told me that she was impressed by how well I could take my punishment. I thanked her. The electricity was still frying my cock and balls, but I maintained.
Mistress Jean said that she felt that the ultimate surrender was a man giving up his ass to be dildo fucked by his Mistress. Mistress asked if I was prepared and I told her that I was hoping for that and had cleaned my slave hole before I came over. Mistress was delighted. She strapped on a large black dildo, came up behind me while I was still strapped to the bench, and rammed the big black cock into my slave hole. I have to say, I love a big cock up my ass. Mistress rammed and pounded my sore ass and I loved it. Mistress would slow down and then speed up thrusting violently as she herself approached orgasm after orgasm. Mistress reamed my ass out like I had never had before. All the while she was fucking me, she also kept playing with the frequency and intensity of the electro shock box attached to my cock and balls. I was so fucking high and disoriented from the flood of endorphins running through my body, that I probably could have taken even more abuse. Mistress Jean said that she felt that would be enough for now and started to release me from the spanking bench. Mistress then gently and lovingly, removed the gloves, hood, ankle restraints and the electro rings, from my cock. I was beaten and fucked out. Mistress Jean then gently cleaned the blood off my ass. Mistress commanded me to kneel and kiss her boots to thank her for using me. She then told me that she had a great time and wanted to see me again. I was pinching myself to be sure that I wasn?t dreaming. The only stipulation was that I was to have to wear the CB chastity tube until next week. I agreed in about a half a second. So on, the CB went. Then Mistress realizes it is 11:00pm and we have been playing for 6 hours. She says to me it is too late for dinner so why don?t you stay and we will have breakfast in the morning. I knew what was next but asked anyway. I said where will I sleep. Mistress Jean said but of course you will sleep in your jail cell, hooded and naked. So back on went the hood and Mistress led me to the wooden doored cell. She asked me if I needed something to drink first and I asked for some water. When she came back she also had a bottle of pills with her. Mistress told me that she had some 2 mg. Ativan that she used for sleep and I was welcome to have one. I asked her for 2 and took them with a whole bottle of water. Mistress led me to the cell and I stepped in. She gave me a peck on the lips and closed the door over. I heard her bolt and lock the door and knew that I was in for the duration. Mistress talked to me through the window and told me this time I just had to be naked, in chastity and hooded, but in the future, I would be in much more restrictive equipment when left in the cell. Mistress Jean told me to look on the wall. I saw a type of doorbell button. Mistress explained that I was to push the button only in case of a dire need and she would come down and check on me. I was starting to feel the effects of the ativan and Mistress said goodnight. I layed down in the bed on the wall and fell asleep immediately.
I woke up to the sound of Mistress Jean?s voice calling out to me. ? slave, get the fuck up, now?. I stood up and Mistress let me out of the jail cell. Jean put a pair of handcuffs on me and led me upstairs. I also still was naked and hooded. Mistress Jean asked me if I was thirsty, to which I replied yes. Mistress then took me into her bathroom and had me kneel in the tub. She strapped a piss funnel gag on me, stood over me and pissed a long bitter stream of piss down my throat. I drank and drank. Mistress then took out the gag and asked me how my liquid breakfast was. I replied, delicious Ma?am.
Mistress said to me that I should be leaving now and helped me take off the hood and cuffs. Mistress also helped me get dressed. Before I left, Mistress asked me to sit down in the kitchen for a minute. I thought for sure this was going to be the, I had a great time but. Instead Mistress Jean said that she really enjoyed herself and would like to see me again. I thanked her and said that I would really like that.
That was 6 years ago. I still work 3 days a week. Tues, Weds, and Thurs and live in my townhouse. The difference is now I spend Thursday evening through Monday evening as Mistress Jeans part-time 24/7 slave. When I am there for 4 days, I am kept in bondage, the whole time. Mistress Jean punishes me with frequent whippings, ass fuckings and other sadistic tortures. I also spend quite a bit of time in the jail cell when Mistress is not using me for her pleasure. At times, I also am required to be hooded with hands cuffed behind my back, kneeling next to Mistress Jean as she reads or watches TV. Mistress has also modified my body to her taste. In addition to my nipple, septal and prince Albert piercings, I now have a stud in my tongue and eight, captive bead ring piercings in my balls. Mistress has also tattooed in 6 inch red letters the word ?slave? across my chest. On my lower back is a tattoo that says ?Fuck hole? with an arrow pointing towards my asshole. My right ass cheek is tattooed with ?Property of Mistress Jean?. Finally I have a tattoo that says ?pain slut? on my dick.
On Sundays, if I have performed as a good slave, Mistress allows me to cum. I must kneel before her. Mistress attaches nipple clamps and I jerk off while she pulls on the clamps and tells me what a slave I am. She also likes to say ?this is your sex, accept it? and ?this is the only way that you will ever get off, jerking your pud for your Mistress?.
Mistress Jean has become very sadistic over the years and we play very heavily. We no longer use a safe word and she treats me very strictly as well as administering very harsh punishments. I now believe that I exist for her pleasure and really enjoy suffering for her. On Monday evenings, after Mistress releases me from service and I get home, I always inspect the marks on my body. I always look completely and severely beaten. That keeps me hot for days. I love to please Mistress Jean. I think that I have finally found my niche? in life.
Thank you Mistress Jean.
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