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First Scenario
I sat on the chair .The arms were fastened first, loops of rope around the wrist and below the elbow, fixing my lower arms along the flat arms of the chair. Next was the chest, loops of rope passed above and below my small balls, wrapping around the chair back. The lady took the opportunity to punch and squeeze the balls. Finally, the legs were tied in place, each ankle pulled painfully to the outside of a chair leg before the rope was applied. This maximized the tension in the legs and fully exposed mine cock to torture.
The lady returned to her bag and began to lay out equipment from it on the small table to the side of the chair. I stared silently at each item as it was carefully positioned on the table, each of them aligned as a surgeon might align his tools. She knew that each item had been carefully chosen to inflict pain and suffering on him, to make him scream for the satisfaction of the lady: A box of sterilized needles; Two pair of wooden boards with a number of drilled holes through them; Leather laces; A band of blue material with an odd piece of curved metal attached; A spider gag;
Moving behind me the lady bent over me, bringing our heads cheek to cheek and snaking her hands over the front of his immobilized body. She nuzzled my neck and face while one hand caressed a now bullet like nipple and the other hand slipped lower into the my crotch.
The lady began to stroke my cock with two fingers slipping back and forwards on what was an increasingly moist cock. As she slipped a finger over my cock, she could sense that my arousal increase, my breathing coming faster and a low moan escaping from my throat. For a minute or two she kept the stimulation up, my breath turning into a rapid panting. Then suddenly the lady straightened and pulled away, leaving my hips to buck and twist in frustration. The ladies fingers were now coated with the moisture from my cock, and she cleaned them by casually wiping them across my face and hair.
Moving to the table of equipment the lady took one of the wooden boards and slipped it beneath my hand. The end of the board was pushed between the chair arm and mywrist, with the hand flat and palm down against the board. As the lady grabbed several of the leather laces and began to thread them through the board, the pattern of holes in the board suddenly became clear. Each finger was surrounded by several pairs of holes and, as the laces wound back and forth over the fingers, the hand was slowly fixed into place. By the time the lady had finished both hands were held beneath a taut web of leather, every finger tightly outstretched and unable to as much as twitch.
She repeated the same process with my feet. By the time the lady had finished, my feet were held beneath a taut web of leather, every finger tightly outstretched and unable to twitch.
Crouching in front of the increasingly nervous boy the lady reached for the first of her needles and held it up for me to see.
?I’m sure you’ve figured out what I’m going to do with this?, she told to me.
Carefully she aligned the needle with the nail on the little finger on my left hand, and then looked up at me with a smile. Gently she slid the needle home, pushing it deep into the delicate pad of tissue under the nail. I threw my head back and screamed a high pitched wail that sent a shiver of pleasure through the lady. With a smile she wiggled the needle slightly and pushed it home a little further, triggering another scream. The muscles in my arm and hand were twitching, trying to pull me away from the pain, but the ropes and leather laces didn’t allow even a millimetre of movement.
I was now muttering to herself ?No, no, no? and shaking my head back and forth. I kept this up, stopping only to scream, as the lady worked her way through all the fingers on my left hand. With each fresh needle the same pattern was followed, after carefully aligning it so the point was barely pricking the skin, the lady would look up at me and smile before sliding the needle home.
When all five needles in place, each one jutting out from beneath a nail, the lady stopped and resumed her previous position standing behind me.Her hands roamed over the my body, one squeezing my nipples and the other slipping between mylegs. She kissed the side of my face and gently hugged me, enjoying the nervous tremors she could still feel coursing through my body. As she began to work her fingers between my legs, she whispered into my ear.
?We still need to do the other hand of course.? I moaned and shook my head at this. ?And I’d like you to ask me very nicely to insert each and every needle. I want to hear you beg me to push the needles in.?
?No,? I moaned. ?I can’t. Please stop.?
The lady said nothing, but increased the speed of her hand movement, stroking my cock more aggressively. She slipped her left hand from mynipples, and slid it down her arm, delicately barely brushing the skin. Her hand came to rest overlapping my tortured hand, each of the lady’s fingers poised by one of the needles. I was unaware of the change, so completely focused on the pleasurable sensations rippling from my cock. Without any warning, and without breaking the rhythm of stroking my cock, the lady squeezed the needles, pushing them deeper under my fingernails. The resulting scream was the loudest yet, and like music to the lady ears. Even before it had fully died away she had repeated the process, this time adding a little left to right wiggle, pushing the needles from side to side. With that added incentive i finally broke.
?No more. Please Mistress. Please. Put the needles into my other hand?, i sobbed.
?Well OK,? replied the lady with a sigh. ?If you really want that. But which finger first? Should we do the little one first??
As she said this she gently pushed on the needle in my little finger on the left hand, triggering more cries from me.
?Yes, yes mistress. Please mistress. Put a needle in that finger.?
?If you insist???
Crouching down in front of me again the lady slowly worked through all five nails on my right hand. Each time she’d prompt me to beg for the appropriate finger by gently pressing on the matching needle in the left hand, and each time i would beg for the next insertion, intermingled my sobs and cries.
When all ten needles were in place the lady stepped back to admire her work. I was gently panting, my body damp with sweat, my head down and face obscured by my cascading black hair. By the last few needles it even seemed like I’d begun to adapt to the pain, learn to ride it out and accept it.
After finishing on my both hands, lady said we still need to do those feet. I cried and begged but it only makes her more and more excited. She took the needle and showed it to me. She can see the horror in my eyes but she was enjoying every moment of it. Then she starts placing needle into my right foot fingers. These needles are slightly greater than those are in my hands. At the time she is finished, I was nothing just a sobbing slave, whose throat is so sore more screaming that I am unable to make any more sounds.
Lady stepped back and admired her handiwork. She said you know why your feet needles are slightly longer than your hands needles?
No Mistress.
You will see in a minute. Lady produced two small iron stick, like those used for playing drums but they are very small. I came to know that my feet needles will serve as her drums. She then starts hitting on my feet needles and fresh screams started. She is really enjoying that. She is hitting some hard and some of them lighter. She kept it for few minutes.
Returning to her collection of equipment the lady picked up the band of blue material with the oddly shaped metal attachment that had puzzled me earlier. Standing behind me, she wrapped the band around my throat, looping the free end over the curved metal piece that was positioned to the right side. The band was a snug fit around my thin throat, but not constricting.? Having arranged things to her satisfaction, the lady once leant over me from behind and began to caress me.
?This is what is called a garrotte,? she whispered into my ear. ?If I turn the metal handle it’ll twist the material tighter and limit your breathing. The more turns of the handle, the less you breathe. Too many turns for too long and, well you can probably guess the result of that??.?
The lady began to stroke me and discovered that i was already highly aroused;my cock was rock hard and slippery with myprecum. The lady gave two turns to the handle, tightening the band painfully around my throat. I gurgled slightly and began to struggle in the chair.
?Ssshhhh?, she whispered to me. ?Don’t fight it. Just accept it. Focus on getting air in and out.?
After 1 minute she relaxed the band, unwinding the handle, and i drew a big painful gulping breath.
?That was two turns at one minute,? she told to me. ?Shall we try for two minutes??
Before i had time to respond she spun the handle again. As i dragged in painful breath after painful breath the ladies hands roamed across my body, squeezing and pinch my nipples, gently rubbing my hard cock.
This cycle was repeated again and again, the lady playing with the duration and the number of turns of the handle. She played with my body like an instrument, punishing it with the garrotte while pleasuring it with her hands. After trying 2, 3 and then 4 turns of the handle she figured the limit for me would be 5 turns. That would almost completely cut off my oxygen whilst still avoiding?permanent damage to her throat.
?We’re going to try 5 turns now,? she whispered to me. ?I think that’ll be just enough. Maybe I’ll leave it like that?
Her cries were suddenly silenced with a choking noise as the lady spun the handle 5 complete revolutions.
She decided to cum by seeing my struggling body. She estimated that ihave around 2 minutes of consciousness left unless the garrotte is released. Longer than that I’ll pass out and beyond that there will be a risk of brain injury. She is going to keep me here like this, suffocating and in pain, until sheejaculates.? Fortunately she cummed within 2 minutes by take more 15 seconds in order to recover from her fabulous orgasm. The lady instantly relaxed the garrotte and i began to suck in lungful after lungful precious oxygen, still staring across the room at his cruel lady. She taunted, ?I think I took 15 extra seconds? but I think you are alright.
Then lady produced six 12 inches long needle, twelve 6 inches long needle and some small needles. Lady said these long and medium needles are for my cock and balls and rest is surprise. I hate lady surprises because they are very painful for me and enjoyable to lady.
Lady produced two pills and makes me sallow them. She told that she just gave me vigira because I don’t want your cock become soft when I will insert those needles in it. She took the needle and placed it top of my cock head. I came to know that she will going to insert needles from all way down to my cock. I felt the extreme pain like my cock is sliced by a hot knife. I am screaming and tried to get away but I am unable to move. Lady is taking her time and inserting needles as slowly as possible in order to give me maximum pain. This cycle continues until all needles are in my cock.
After that lady grabbed my balls and start inserting needles from one side to other. She placed 12 needles my balls and they are looking like a pin cushion.
She said now small needles. They will be placed on your tongue and lips. I horrified after hearing this and starting to beg. She suddenly grabbed my cock and start stroking it. Instead of pleasure I am feeling pain in my cock due to those needles because my cock muscles are pressing them. She continued until I said Please Mistress insert needles in my tongue and lips.
After that she said open your mouth and stick your tongue out as far as possible. After that she took a clamp and placed it over my lips and my tongue is constricted between my lips due to that clamp. I tried to pull my tongue but it is struck due to clamp. She took a needle and shoed it to me and start inserting it from the top of one lip to the bottom of other. I am in pain and screaming inside my mouth but it has no effect on lady. She placed ten needles in my lips and 5 in my tongue. Three needles are going through my lips and in between my tongue, so that I will not pull my tongue inside my mouth.
After that lady pull out wires and attached them to my hands, feet, cock, balls, lips and tongue needles. She then placed five electric devices and attached other end to them. She explained that these five devices will going to shock my lips, tongue, cock, balls, feet and hands. She will going to placed them on random setting, so that will be shocked at random interval of time with random intensity. She that I have to take that torture only for 12 hours. She smiled at me and left the room.
To be continued.
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