Saturday, August 16, 2014

Ball Busting Agreement

I wake slowly. The sun is shining in my eyes, but that isn't what wakes me.

"Get up, wake up sleepyhead!" My young wife stands next to my bed, prodding me. I look at her, marveling at her beauty and once again am astonished that I somehow married someone half my age and so beautiful. She is wearing nothing but panties, and her firm young breasts stand with hard nipples, not a bit of sag.

"Come on, babe, I have to get to work. Let's get going." My wife chides me lovingly, but with a tiny bit of edge in her voice. She wants to get this over with.

So do I; it isn't pleasant. In fact, I hate it.

"Yes, Monica," I say and then kick the covers off. Shoving one pillow under my hips I bend my knees and then spread them as wide as I can, exposing my genitals. My hands go behind the small of my back, gripping one another. In the past, I have had trouble keeping them out of the way; it's automatic to try and protect myself.  Placed behind me like this, it is easier to keep still.

Monica positions herself at the end of the bed, leans over and touches my scrotum. Lifting and pulling, she checks their health. The touch of her soft fingers fondling my defenseless gonads is arousing and my cock grows hard. She wraps a small bungie around my balls, separating and lifting them.

She then stands, and without any further warning swings the heavy studded belt in her hand up over her shoulder, then brings it forward and down onto my exposed and vulnerable balls. There is a loud, distinct whack as the strap strikes my most sensitive anatomy.

"Uhhgg... one!" I manage to grunt out. The pain of that first strike is always horrible and unexpected.

Monica swings again; the belt hits my balls precisely on target again, and the shock of pain once again slices through my groin, building and adding to the last stroke.

"Aaaah! two!" I moan. I want to close my knees together but manage to keep them spread wide.


"AAAH!!!... three!"


"Aaahhaaaahh! ...." I pant, catching my breath. "Four!"

Whack! The studs on the belt are cruel; they add extra dimensions of pain to the ball torture delivered by my cute wife.

"Aahgghg, oh fuck..." I say and then forget my place.

"Five, dear. Say it." Monica pauses.

"Five!" I grunt. It is all I can do to keep my knees spread, but I do.


"Oh, god, oh.... oh, please.... six!" I manage to grunt out. The pain has spread from my testicles throughout my entire lower body.

Monica comes close to me, and kisses me full on the lips. I can feel her young tongue in my mouth, but it is hard to kiss back. I am hurting, and kissing her back is just automatic. Soft breasts slide over my naked chest as Monica returns to her position.


"Ohh....... shitshtishit..." I am beginning to sob real tears. It has gotten to the point the pain isn't spiraling that much worse with each strike; I am already reaching the maximum pain level. The strikes just give the agony a boost, keep it going and prolong it.

"Seven..." I whisper.


"Oh..." I manage a gurgle. My hands are gripping each other behind my back as hard as they can.


Monica is shifting position to get a good angle for the last two strikes. She wants to give them some extra power. She is petite but works out and is muscular. She puts everything she has into the next strike. She is good; her strikes are always right on target, seldom raising welts on the flesh surrounding my scrotum.


"AAAAAHHH!  gggggggggg" I scream and then gurgle. When I recover, I say the word. "Nine."


I hardly feel the last impact. My balls aren't numb, but the pain has become so all encompassing that the extra strike doesn't seem to matter as much.

"Ten." I gurgle in a strained voice and then roll over in the bed, my knees coming together and my hands instinctively going to cover my groin.

Monica kisses me on the cheek, hangs the belt up, and then heads to the bathroom to get ready for work. I simply lay curled in a fetal position on the bed, waiting for the pain to subside enough that I can move.

Twenty minutes later I limp into the bathroom. Monica has showered and is putting makeup on. She doesn't need it, she is naturally gorgeous. She stops to kiss me affectionately. I am able to kiss back this time, though I am still in agony.

The pain is pretty much gone by the time I get to work. I walk in a little gingerly, as I do most days.

I don't like having my balls beaten like this. But I do love my wife, and I love fucking my wife, and I am still amazed that this young girl is with me. Sometimes I consider skipping the sex with Monica just so I don't have to get my balls beaten the next morning. But I never seem to actually do it. We go to bed and her soft, smooth skin seduces me, her sweet breath and silky hair pull me in, her legs encircle me and my hard cock slips inside her.

The next morning is agony, but so far, it is worth it.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Enforced Male Chastity

My name is John.  I am married to a beautiful woman named Jess, whom I love dearly and deeply. This revelation is something I told myself I must write, to get the story out of my mind, to tell others and to try and understand myself, if nothing else.

We met in college and married while we were still quite young. Perhaps too young? I was 21 and she was 20. Neither of us were virgins; Jess had lost her virginity to the captain of the football team at the age of 16. I had convinced my high school girlfriend to do it with me in the back seat of my parents car in front of her house at the age of 17.

I don't know how many men Jess has had since that time, but she is gorgeous; lean with large but still nicely proportioned breasts, silky blond hair, and a cute freckled face that men seem to lose control over. I sure did. She could have any man she wanted, but I think she has been picky, only fucking a few guys before we met.

Sex while we were dating and just after our marriage was really good. We seemed to find time to do it just about anywhere and any time. We would fuck in the morning if we woke up at the same time; we played before going to bed. Sometimes we would just look at each other when we were in public or a party, and just know what the other was thinking, and then find a private place where Jess could hike up her skirt and wrap her legs around me. She was up for blow jobs at times (though she wasn't too thrilled, she'd do them for me) and we even did anal from time to time. I've always liked anal... there is something so primal and dirty about it. I cum fast when I get inside her ass.

In spite of the way things started, our sex life slowed down over the years. Five years after getting married, we were down to doing it maybe once every two weeks. I don't know why, it just happened. Maybe work stresses, or too much routine.

Secretly I looked at some porn and jacked off; some of the kinkier stuff I saw really excited me. I wanted to try some weird things, but was afraid to mention it to Jess. I wanted to try toys. Maybe some handcuffs, or butt plugs, or, well, just anything that might bring some excitement back into our sex life. I wanted her to focus on me, to play with my body, to take control of me and stimulate or play with me the way she wanted.

One evening we were talking about random stuff and we actually started talking about sex and how much we both enjoyed it and how things had gotten routine. Neither of us liked it, but didn't quite know how to break out of our cycle. So I brought up some of the toys I had seen and talked about maybe expanding our play.

I was really surprised, but she actually agreed to try a couple of things. One was butt plugs, and the other was a male chastity device. I got the butt plug from a store in the next city, but we had to order the chastity device.

Just ordering the chastity device ended up being an incredible turn on for me (and Jess). We measured my cock, both the length and circumference while flaccid (that was difficult because I kept getting a hard on). We went to the bedroom and I dropped my pants but my cock sprang out hard as a rock, immediately, I was so turned on by the whole idea. We struggled a bit, but frankly the more things we tried the hornier I got and we ended up falling on the bed naked and fucking. God, Jess is so good, the memory of that time gets to me, her sweet soft pussy wrapping around my cock...

Anyway, we actually fucked twice before my cock got truly limp. She got the measurements she needed and we sent them off.

The device came in a small brown box, all wrapped nicely with discreet return address on a Tuesday. We decided to try it out that Saturday. We would have sex in the morning and then Jess would put it on me and lock it in place for the rest of the weekend. The entire week I kept thinking about what was going to happen, and ever time I did my cock got rock hard. I was hornier than I had been in years.

Saturday morning rolled around, and I remember waking slowly, then rolling over and feeling Jess's hard naked body next to mine, and my cock was hard before I was completely awake. I wrapped my arms around her, nuzzled her as she woke and sighed, and then turned and kissed me. It was amazing; we made love like the first time then, and I came twice with no problem, both times with my arms wrapped around Jess and holding the entire length of her body close to mine.

Finally I lay on the bed, exhausted, as Jess went into the bathroom to clean up (my semen was drooling down her leg). When she returned, still naked, she was holding the chastity device.

"It's time," she said with a smile. "Spread your legs for me. Let's do this."

I spread wide. Jess put a little baby oil as lube on my cock, and I began to get hard again, though not completely. Jess slipped the ring around the base of my cock and balls, and then slid the sheath over my cock, pushing to get it all the way in. It fit well, tightly considering I was halfway erect, but it was the right length and size. The feeling of the thing going on was amazing, truly amazing. My stomach had butterflies, I was aroused, a little afraid, and mostly excited.

The final click of the lock was like a door slamming in my mind; it was done. I was locked in and Jess was in total control of my genitals. I wanted to do nothing but take her again, right then, I was so excited and aroused, but I couldn't.

The first hour I spent around the house naked, just getting used to the feeling of having this cage locked onto my cock. My erection was accommodated by the device in a rather strange way; as my cock swelled and elongated, it pushed the device out, pulling my balls away from my body and stretching my scrotum slightly. The sheath still covered most of my cock and kept it bent downward. It couldn't really get too large because the sheath was just too small. In fact, it began to hurt some if I got too erect, so I began to train myself to relax and not get aroused.

Finally I dressed, and we went out and spent the rest of our weekend.

That entire weekend was incredible, the feeling of the device constraining and trapping me combined with the knowledge that the device was actually locked on, and that the key was in the hands of my wife. I thought about her constantly, her body, her perfect breasts, the way the key nuzzled between them hanging from a chain around her neck, her tight ass... her pussy. I would get erect again. I had to stop and worked at it, but it was really, really difficult.

Sunday night came and after dinner, I went to Jess with a big smile and asked if she would remove the device. My heart was pounding, I had been anticipating this moment all weekend. I wanted nothing but to fuck her right then, to take her under me and thrust into her.

"I'm not sure it's time, John." Jess said with a curious look on her face.

"What do you mean? We said the weekend, and it is Sunday night!"

Jess shifted sensually in her chair and leaned toward me a little so the chain with the key could be seen descending down between her breasts.

"Yes, and that was Saturday morning. It's Sunday night, but a weekend is usually at least 48 hours. I think you should keep your cage on for at least that long, don't you?" My wife's voice was husky, her soft smell filled my nostrils and my cock throbbed in it's cage. She was teasing me, and it was working.

"Jess, no, please. Come on. I know this was my idea, and I think the weekend is over. Let's fuck. I want you so bad!"

"John, this whole thing is about raising your frustration through denial. I think it's a good thing to wait a little longer. And yes, it was your idea; it was your idea to give me the key. To give me control. And now I am taking it." Jess sat back in her seat. "Let's watch a little TV and then have a nice sleep. Tomorrow, before you go to work, we will see."

"What??? WHAT??? We Will See? What does that mean? You might not even unlock me tomorrow morning?" I was getting nervous, but also incredibly aroused. This was a side of my wife I hadn't seen before and it was turning me on, totally.

"Well, if you behave and don't cause problems. I think we should see if you can make me happy. There should be some price for taking off your cage."

I grimaced. "What? What do you want?"

Jess sat back and propped one of her legs over the side of her chair. She was wearing tight jeans, the sexiest thing that drove me wild.

"An orgasm. Just for me. I think you should service me."

"How? What do you mean? I can't do anything locked... oh.... " It dawned on me.

I got down on my knees, undid her jeans and slid them down, exposing her firm thighs and beautiful mound. She helped me slide her panties down, and I dived eagerly between her legs. Her taste hit me immediately, she was soaking wet. The scene was turning her on as much as me, maybe more.

My tongue was busy that night, I worked her hard, giving her the best I could in every way.It was a game, sure, and eating out my wife was a very great pleasure. I wish I could have at least touched myself and jerked off a little while I was doing it, but worshiping and pleasuring Jess was exciting and pleasurable for me as well.

Jess came the first time with her hand on my head, shoving me hard deep into her cunt. She moaned and shuddered, thrusting her hips up and then cried out as she thrust up and down, rubbing her pussy and clit against my wet slippery face.

The service continued. It went on for an hour and a half. I was amazed; normally when Jess and I have sex it is for no more than an hour, and usually a lot less. I can't contain myself and she seems content with having me enter her and climax when I feel I am ready. That can happen in maybe 10 or 15 minutes, and it doesn't take long for me to cum.

This time, it was all about her. There was no possibility of me having an orgasm, so I just tried to make her cum as much as I could. She came three times that night before telling me it was enough. She promised to unlock me before work the next morning.

It was a restless night.

The next morning Jess did as she promised; she unlocked the device and removed it. The fresh air hit my skin and the freedom of having my genitals unrestrained felt wonderful. My cock got hard right away; I grabbed Jess and pulled her down onto the bed and took her right away, passionately, urgently. Her legs went up around my thighs and I rammed into her wet cunt immediately. I fucked her, hard. She grunted and moaned underneath me as we went at it like animals, her arms and legs encircling and hands clawing my back until we both climaxed loudly.

That week we had sex every night except for Wednesday, when I had to work late. Something had happened to my libido, the experience of being restrained and under her control had excited me in a way that I had never anticipated.

Friday night, things changed. After dinner I took her in my arms and began nuzzling her neck, slipping my hands under her top, sliding over her smooth flesh. She stopped me.

"Tonight, no. I think it is time for you to go back into your chastity device."

My excitement and arousal seemed to swell (not to mention my cock). "OK. But I think we should make sure we  have agreed clearly when it will be removed. No misunderstandings."

"Yes, I agree," she said. "I don't want any arguments like we had last weekend."

Jess continued speaking as she went into the bedroom and got the device along with baby oil. "I think it is pretty clear that the purpose of this, the excitement and fun, is for you to give me control over your cock. If you get to decide when this comes off, then you haven't really given up control. So if we do this, I think it needs to be my decision when it comes off again. Simple as that. It makes sense."

"Uh... but... no, I don't think you can just keep it on indefinitely. Babe, it was exciting and I really... well, I loved it. But there needs to be some sort of limit. A couple of days, or something."

"Do you trust me John? I am your wife. I let you inside my body. Do you trust me enough to give me control for a while without exerting your own control?" Jess is gorgeous, and I felt my love for her (not to mention my lust) swell and overwhelm me.

"OK. Yes, all right. I trust you. I want you to have control. You get control. That's really what excited me anyway, that you had control. I work so hard during the day, managing and controlling things, it was just... really exciting to not be in control. It made me want you so much. And I really did find myself wanting to please you. So... OK."

I dropped my pants. My cock was hard, but she iced it with a cube from the freezer. She then oiled my skin and slid the device on. It felt familiar this time, though the same shock and nervous feeling spread through me when I heard the lock click into place. Once again, I had given up control; I was helpless.

Almost immediately I realized I had let her clock me up before we fucked. "Wait.. Jess... we haven't had sex tonight. Can't we--"

She cut me off. "Sorry, John. That's it. Besides, the way you have been taking me recently, it has been... well, a little violent, almost. Raw. Brutal. I think you need to learn to be a little nicer and respectful."

And that was it. The beginning, really. Jess had the key and I was living at her whim. I remained locked in chastity for the weekend, hoping perhaps to be released on Sunday. I served her, made dinner for her, cleaned the house and kept things tidy. Sunday afternoon I gave her a massage, a good one over her entire body. She was naked and the process aroused me tremendously, but my cock cage kept my erection in check. I did the best I could to make her happy.

Sunday night, I asked to be released. The answer was no. Simply, no. She felt I needed a bit more time, that she wanted to exert control, that I needed to feel the loss of control a bit longer.

I didn't sleep well Sunday night, having a series of very sensual dreams in which women would approach me, desiring me and seducing me. When the time came in the dream clothes would come off but something always happened to interfere; the woman changed her mind, or we were interrupted by Godzilla. It all meant the same thing. My mind wanted sex, and was frustrated. The cock-block was in place.

That week was difficult. My arousal and obsession with women and sex was heightened, for I was wearing the chastity device to work and around town. I even wore it when we went to visit friends down the street for drinks. It felt very odd to be acting normally in front of this other couple, knowing that I had been emasculated and that the decorative key suspended from the gold chain around my wife's neck was actually the key to my genitals.

Saturday evening came, and I fixed a nice dinner with wine; a pasta dish that Jess favored. Afterward, we went upstairs and she told me to strip. Standing naked before her I felt more exposed than when my genitals were not locked up. I felt vulnerable. Jess reached out and fondled my balls, checking the security of the device, noting how my cock bulged around the edges of the sheath but was unable to become erect.

"You've been a good boy, John. I have been impressed. I think it is time to free you, but only for an hour or two. Let's be intimate tonight, but when we are done, you go back inside, agreed?"

"Jess, I... " there was something in her voice and look that was different. I had seen it all week. She wasn't really asking.

"OK, Jess."

She unlocked the cage and the absolute thrill of being free flooded over me. I was erect and pulsing immediately, and I took Jess in my arms, played with her body, suckled her breasts, spread her ass with my hands, felt her arms around me, and then entered her wet ready pussy. Making love that night was amazing, once again. It was a privilege, I had earned it and felt overwhelming love and dedication to this woman that thrust her hips against my own as I ejaculated inside.

We were in bed several hours, and then took a shower together. It was a lovely evening, at the end of which Jess took out the chastity device and locked it back on. It wasn't as scary this time, though the loss of control and knowledge that I was in her hands was still a thrill.

From that time, Jess kept me in chastity most of the time. She removed the device when she decided we could have sex and when I had pleased her. Sometimes this was a couple of times a week, but there were longer periods where I became afraid she was not going to remove the device. It could easily be several weeks between my short periods of freedom, depending on my behavior and her desire for my cock.

A side effect of being in chastity and in my wife's control was how my attitude toward her changed. Yes, I tried to please her every day; I bought her flowers more often. I cooked, cleaned, and took care of things so she could be more leisurely. I also began deferring to her about finances and other important decisions. It was as if having my genitals locked and under her control had emasculated my mind. My desire to please her and her control began to extend well beyond my manhood.

There was one time about a year after I began submitting to chastity control that I became so frustrated and aroused I pulled and pushed and struggled with the locked device and actually got my penis out of it. My balls hurt after, and my cock was sensitive from a slight abrasion but I did it. I jacked off, masturbating several times. It seemed like the semen would never stop coming, but eventually I had had enough. Then I tried to get back into the sheath and discovered... it was impossible while the device was locked.

That night Jess inspected me as she did each night, and I flushed with embarrassment when she found my cock hanging free outside the device. She wasn't as angry as I thought she would be, though her comments were scathing. But... a week or so later, the full impact of what I had done came to me.

It was a Saturday, and Jess told me we were going someplace downtown. I was curious where, but she said wait and see, so I went along for the ride. It turned out to be a rather seedy tattoo parlor. We parked down the street, and went in.

"Hey, Jake. This is John, my husband." Jess introduced me to the long haired guy with sleeve tattoos smoking a cigarette behind the counter.

"Ah! Hey there Jess. Good to see you again. So this is the randy boy, eh?" The fact this low-life guy knew my wife bothered me.  "Let's head in back and take a look, huh?"

He guided us in back to a private room, where I was instructed to drop my pants.

"What? Jess, what is this? I'm not getting naked--" I was interrupted.

"John, this is the consequence of your disobedient behavior. I trusted you with the chastity device, but you betrayed my trust. We are going to install a little more secure kind of device." Jess was being firm.

I dropped my pants, exposing my caged genitals.

Jake reached out and touched my scrotum, moving my flesh around to examine the device. I was humiliated, letting this guy touch me, but had no choice. "So, he got out of this, huh? Pretty good, you have it locked tight. Well, we will fix that."

Jess unlocked me, removing the device. Jake washed my genital area, once again humiliating me beyond belief.

"I sort of need him erect for this. Can you help?" Jake asked Jess.

Jess came over and stroked my cock a few times. It didn't take much before I was rock hard.

Jake produced a rather strange looking set of stainless steel tools that were clearly sterile. Taking my hard cock in hand, one tool slipped inside my urethra an inch or so. The other side of the tool hinged on to the part that was insert up inside my cock.

"This is going to hurt," Jake said with a smile.

I whimpered from fear, and then screamed from pain. With a quick firm movement Jake pressed a spiked point against the bottom of my cock, right at the frenulum, and drove it through the flesh and against the metal probe inside my urethra.  The piercing hurt like hell, and I shook as Jake pushed the spiked probe deep and made sure the piercing was a good one.

There wasn't a lot of blood, and Jake cleaned up what little there was when he removed the instruments. I no longer cared about the embarrassment of being handled by this stranger, I was in pain. The alcohol he put on the wound stung like hell and I yelped again.

Jake then took a tiny metal probe with a small hole on the bottom and slid it up the inside of my cock. This metal probe sunk about three inches deep inside my urethra and then looped around the bottom of my cock. Jake took another small metal probe, inserted it through a hole in the metal on the bottom of my cock and then wriggled it through my brand new piercing. The end hit the metal piece that was inside my cock. With some more wiggling and painful positioning he aligned the end of the probe with a hole in the tube inside my cock. He screwed the probe that went in through the piercing into the hole in the cock tube, securing the whole contraption in place.

A tiny lock clicked into place, holding the piercing so it couldn't be turned and unscrewed. There was absolutely no way I was getting out of this metal contraption without shredding my penis open. I think I actually cried a little bit then.

"Keep the device in place for a month, after which the piercing will have healed," Jake was telling Jess. "After that you can unlock it and take it off and put it back on as much as you want. Like we discussed there are some more complete kind of attachments that will cover more of his penis if you want, but any kind of erection is going to be pretty impossible in this thing. The probe inside his penis is a hollow tube, so he can pee without a problem."

This happened two years ago. Since then, Jess has removed my semi-permanent chastity device maybe five times. She doesn't seem to need my cock much any more. If she wants an orgasm I will eat her, one of my few sexual pleasures. If she wants something inside her, she uses a dildo, though she doesn't do that often.

About six months after the pierced chastity device was installed, Jess replaced the exterior portion with a light metal cage that has tiny sharp spikes pointing inward. If I get an erection, the points press into the sensitive flesh of my glans, and hurt like hell. She didn't need to do this. The original pierced insertion made any kind of erection painful and impossible, and it can hurt sometimes just walking around. I have trouble walking and acting normal at work now. I may have to quit my job and stay home.

I work hard for Jess now. I have accepted my chastity; I hardly remember the times when I could masturbate freely. Jess is in control of more than just my cock; she has conquered my mind and will. I worship and love her, and have given myself to her completely, to control as she pleases. This is my ultimate satisfaction.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Descent into Slavery

I am writing this in the basement of the house in which I live with my owner. I am in pain, as I am much of the time. My testicles are currently clamped at level 4, which makes them ache constantly, though not enough to prevent me from moving, working, and serving my mistress.

My mistress is named Serena. She has not only given me permission to write this, she instructed me to do so. If I do a good job, I may have the testicle clamps removed for a while. Serena believe that her slave should be in constant discomfort, and that the absence of discomfort is a reward for good behavior and obedience.

My journey began when I was a teen boy experimenting with my sexuality, and discovered I liked the play of being tied up. I seemed to hook up with girls that were domineering and was never happy with the more submissive girls. I discovered my tastes were unpleasant and rejected by most girls so I hid them. Through out college I had "normal" relationships with girls. I love sex, and fucked a number of women during my early 20s.

In my late 20s I couldn't stand it any more. I needed something more, and girls sensed this. I never kept a girlfriend for more than a few months; none of them would dominate me, hurt me, or humiliate me the way I desired. So I looked around for a commercial dominatrix and after a few false leads and poor experiences I found Mistress Serena.

Serena is a tall thin girl, muscular and well proportioned. She has dark hair and a beautiful though stern looking face. When I first saw her I knew what I wanted.

Serena made it clear that she is not a prostitute. She charged money to dominate and hurt men that desired it, but there was never any sexual interaction of any kind. During my first visit she explained that I would never be naked in front of her, and she would never remove her clothes, either. I might disrobe as she pleased, but would always be wearing shorts or underwear. Nudity was not allowed.  She would not touch my genitals, nor would I be allowed to touch her body.

I agreed. The first session cost me $200 for one hour, and when I left my back was covered with red stripes, my knees scraped from crawling, and I had a throbbing erection that made me drive home fast to relieve myself. I masturbated three times after that first session. It was thrilling. Serena had tied me up, hurt me, demanded obedience, and I was in heaven.

Two weeks later I returned for another session. $400, two hours. I remember licking her black leather boots, and then being hung from the ceiling by my tied wrists wearing a hood that completely covered my head.  Two tiny holes allowed a minimum amount of air to enter, that was it. My wrists, arms and back hurt as I simply hung there with my toes inches above the floor, unable to see or hear what was happening. Suddenly, a whip kissed my body, wrapping around my back and chest. I jerked and screamed through the hood. The whipping was erratic, strokes coming at uneven intervals so I couldn't prepare myself for the pain.

Over the coming weeks my masturbation levels increased, and I thought of my mistress often. I didn't have enough money to go as often as I liked. All my spare money was saved so that I could go once every three or four weeks for a two hour session. My boss once asked me if I was OK one Monday, because I was walking gingerly. I was still sore from the beating Serena had given me the Saturday before.

Serena raised her prices to $300 an hour. There was demand for her services; other men were coming to her house and she didn't need to work all the time. She has a regular job during the days, and being a dominatrix has always been extra cash for her, and because... well, because she loves it. She is also gorgeous and can pick and choose who she takes.

In spite of the increased cost, I continued to go to Serena's whenever I could. I brought her tributes when I could afford it. A new leather hood one month, a couple of months later a flogger. I was proud of the inflatable gag. The most expensive item I ever bought her was a stainless steel male chastity device.

I guess it was the chastity device that caused the shift in our relationship. When she received it, she sat down on the couch with me kneeling in front of her. We had a conversation that went something like this.

"You know I can't accept this."

"I understand I am not worthy, but it is simply a sign of my devotion."

"You apparently don't understand. The device works by direct application to genitalia. I am not a whore, I do not accept money for sexual activity, and by giving this to me and paying me you are telling me I am a whore."

At this I shook and flung myself at her feet. "No, Mistress Serena, I never meant anything like that. Please forgive me!"

Serena thought for a moment, "Well, I can take one of two actions here. Return this gift to you and then beat you within an inch of your life, or accept this gift from someone that wishes to enter into a permanent relationship with me as sex slave. No more money. No more restrictions. You would be mine to do with as I please. Sex, pain, love, whatever. Permanently."

I lay on the floor breathing hard, sweating, not knowing what was going to happen.

"Which way do you think we should go?"

This was the first time Serena had ever asked me a question or given me a choice. I was a little taken aback, but I also understood I would be making a decision to escalate our relationship from one of a client paying for services to that of a sex slave owned by my mistress.

"Mistress Serena, I am yours. I have been yours for many months. I wish for nothing else."

Serena thought for a moment and then answered.  "Very well. Stand up and remove your underwear."

I shook nervously as I stood and dropped my underwear. This was the first time I had ever exposed myself completely to her, and it was a very emotional (and scary) experience. My penis stuck straight out, hard, and bounced very slightly at the rapid beating of my heart.

Serena went into the kitchen and brought back a bowl of ice.

"Place your penis in the ice," she said. I did as she wished. The ice immediately began to shrink my erection, and after a minute was hurting.  "Keep your disgusting flesh in the ice, slave."

It took 10 minutes for my cock to shrivel completely, I was so aroused. But finally, it was a tiny lump of flesh and Serena took the chastity device and placed my genitals inside. It was the first time my mistress had touched my penis or scrotum. She slid the small lock in place, snapped it shut and tested it to make sure it was secure.

"Session is over for now. Come back next Saturday morning, 8:00AM. Get out."

I dressed and left, my genitals locked securely away. As I drove home I realized I was not going to be able to masturbate as I had every time I had been to Serena's before. Feeling the cage between my legs aroused me, I started to get hard. There was no room in the device, and my incipient erection began to hurt, which caused the erection to subside. I was frustrated, and excited. I couldn't wait a week to see Serena again. I wondered if she would remove the chastity device, and whether I would ever see her naked. I had never before considered that it might be possible, that she might remove her clothes and allow me to see her nude. But now, it seemed like perhaps...

For the first time, I considered that there was some inkling of a possibility that I might be able to enter my mistresses body. I immediately became erect again, and suffered all the way home.

In fact, I suffered the entire week. My cock was constantly trying to grow and expand in its cage, and consequently I was in constant discomfort. My boss at work questioned me again, and even told me I might want to see a doctor when he found me in the back room bent over, sweating and groaning.

Thursday night I tried to work around the cage, or even get it off. My skin chaffed and testicles ached and hurt with my struggles. Eventually it because clear that I might be able to get it off, but there might be some damage to my testicles, and I began to remember that I had to present myself to Serena on Saturday, and she would not take kindly to my having removed the device. I decided to stop my attempts to get it off.

Saturday morning came and I woke early. I was so excited that I got out of bed and hour early, dressed and headed over to Serena's house. She lived in a semi-rural neighborhood where people could come and go discreetly. I sat in the car at the end of her drive waiting for 8AM. When it arrived, I drove up to the house, got out and rang the doorbell.

Serena opened the door and allowed me to enter. She was wearing very casual clothes, unlike our usual sessions. Instead of leather pants and a corset she was wearing jeans and a rough work shirt. In spite of this, she looked more beautiful and sexy than I had ever imagined. I worshiped her.

We sat down at her kitchen table. The whole situation felt very different, her attitude felt different, my level of arousal and anticipation was heightened; I didn't know what to expect.

She produced some legal documents.  The first was a slave contract. It defined the terms and conditions of our relationship. In summary, she was in charge. Her word was law, I was to obey. I could cancel out of the agreement at any time, that was clear. There was a clause that assured that our separate property would remain separate; any gifts, transfer of wealth, or other property which I gave her while the contract was in force would remain hers, and any property that was mine would remain mine. I had no rights to "community property" or half of anything. Anything I owned would remain mine, unless I gave it to her, at which point it would obviously be hers. This made sense to me.

The slave contract also outlined that while she would not do anything to risk my life, that she was to be the judge of all discipline and that I did not have a say in it. The only action I could take was to opt out of the contract. No safe words -- the only safe word was to cancel the contract and leave. I was either in or out.

As I sat reading the contract my cock was rock hard, bent and pressed and smashed inside the horrible cage I had purchased and given to her just the week before. The idea of being completely subservient to Serena, of giving myself and my freedom to her, allowing her complete control over my body... it just drove me crazy with desire. It was hard to read the contract. I could smell her body, hear her breath, sense her presence at every moment.

There were other conditions and terms, less fundamental but still called out.

I signed, and she signed, and the deal was done.

The next document was a model release. I was a little surprised, but she informed me that she intended to take pictures of me, or have someone else take pictures of us when we were together, and that it was a legal necessity. It was a weird request, but also one that excited me. I loved the idea of our games being caught on film. It made me feel even more vulnerable and helpless, which was what I wanted, down deep inside.

I signed the model release, and it was done. I was Serena's sex toy pain slut slave.

My chastity device never came off that weekend, though many of my wishes were fulfilled during those two days, and they were mixed with frustration and pain as I had never experienced. Yes, I saw Serena naked from the waist up, her breasts magnificent before me. I was punished severely for gaping at them, placed on my back on a table with my legs pulled apart and my balls beaten with a leather belt. Yes, we had sexual intercourse, but it was completely different than I had ever imagined; my penis wasn't involved at all. Instead, she rammed my ass with a huge strap on, filling and stretching me until I whimpered for mercy.

I slept at Serena's house for the first time, after a full day of service to her. I slept in the basement in a small cage. A bucket was provided for urinating and defecating. Left overs scraped from her dinner plate were placed in a dog bowl for me to eat as when I was hungry.

Serena took pictures of me in my cage that Sunday. The bucket was clearly visible as were its contents. My food bowl showed signs of my eating. She let me out of the cage and had me roll over onto my back, legs high in the air and spread to show my locked genitalia.

Sunday night I was sent home at 6:00 PM, and told to return the following Saturday at 8:00 AM once again.  I asked if I could have the chastity device removed before I left and Serena looked at me as if I had grown a third eye. I left with the device still on. I was growing to hate it.

That week at work was truly difficult. The chastity device bothered me every second, mostly because I was aroused and it hurt. I could never get a real erection; but the arousal was still there and I could think of nothing but Serena's beautiful breasts and being butt fucked by her. The lock on my genitals reminded me that I was hers, owned by her, under her control, every waking moment.

The next weekend I finally had the male chastity device removed, so I could bathe. Or rather, so Serena could bathe me. She washed my body in the shower, including my cock and balls. It was heaven to be naked in the shower with her; our bodies touched at times, and my erection was constant. I almost came when she washed me with her soapy hands.

That night before I was placed in the cage Serena took the scrapings of her dinner and placed them in a bowl for me as she had before. This time she told me to position myself over the food, and then masturbate. It had been two weeks since I had ejaculated and I was filled with sperm, ready to cum. I straddled the plate and began stroking. It took no time at all before I was grunting and spewing semen out all over my food. When done, Serena placed me in the cage along with my sperm topped food and locked me in.

I ate the food; I was hungry. That was the first, but most certainly not the last time I ate my own sperm.

This situation went on for six weeks and it became more difficult for me to do my job. I was exhausted at the beginning of the week, sometimes sore and bruised from serving my mistress this entire time. If I was in chastity, the device was mildly uncomfortable but bearable. If I was not restrained, it was worse. I had a constant erection and spent time in the bathroom pleasuring myself, constantly.

The solution came the weekend that Serena suggested I quit my job and move in with her, permanently. This was a big step but a natural one. By this time Serena had become the most important single thing in my life; my job was good and I would have preferred to keep working, but it was getting difficult. So that week I gave two weeks notice and packed things from my apartment.

When I was ready to move, Serena came over and told me there was very little I could bring with me. Clothes were in general unnecessary. So was furniture (she had what was needed) or a bed (I didn't sleep in one any more, unless she might allow me into hers). So we held a garage sale and sold just about everything. The few items she allowed me to keep she said I should donate to her, along with the proceeds of the garage sale. I handed over the cash (there was only about $200 from the garage sale) and a couple of furniture items she said she could use around the house.

I moved in.

Sleeping with Serena in her bed was out of the question. She didn't want me in her bed unless it was to serve her or for her comfort. At times I gave her massages, and she frequently had me lay down so she could sit on my face. What happened when she sat on my face varied; usually I stimulated her until she came, sometimes several times. If she was particularly horny, she pressed down hard, making it all but impossible to breathe. A few times she sat on my face and urinated or defecated. These times I cried, it was so humiliating and disgusting. Serena would look at me with concern, and then laugh.

Serena did sleep with others, both men and women. Sometimes she made me watch, or even lick her boots while she was being thrust into by some other guy's cock. She had a boyfriend for a while. He didn't like me, and she allowed him to torture me at times. I served him as I served her. One day I was tied with my arms above my head and legs spread apart and her boyfriend kicked my balls, repeatedly. I screamed and begged for mercy, which just seemed to spur him on. Serena finally called a halt to it, not wanting me to be damaged permanently. I was her property, after all.

Her boyfriend also fucked me a couple of times. I am not gay and it was really disgusting to me. The first time I took his cock in my mouth I thought I would choke and vomit, but I kept it there. He just shoved it in and out; I didn't have to do much. Another time he fucked me in the ass. The worst part of the whole process was after he came I had his semen in my mouth, or in my ass, or dribbling down my leg or chin. I wanted to die at those times. Serena took pictures and enjoyed the scene.

It was after being abused by Serena's boyfriend that I began to wonder if I wanted to stay with her. So much of my life was exactly what I wanted; I was happy with Serena, though being humiliated like that was very, very difficult for me. I don't know... during the entire time I was being raped by her guy I had a hardon. It wasn't because of him, like I say I am not gay. It was because he was an instrument of Serena. I was subjugated by her, and that had become very, very easy to accept.

Soon after she broke with her boyfriend (threw him out, actually), I mentioned to her I was glad and that I had begun having doubts. We were actually out together, shopping at Home Depot to get stuff for her house. I was in chastity, and wearing one of three basic outfits I kept for going out into public. These clothes were basically all I owned at that time.

I had been living in her house for a year and a half at this time.

When we got home, Serena called me over to show me something on her computer. She brought up a web site. When I saw it I was shocked. There were pictures of me, all over it. In fact, it was a sort of expose of my slavery, including all the most humiliating and debauched aspects of my behavior. I flushed as I realized just how low I had sunk, how these images of me made me look like the worst of degenerates.

There I was on all fours, getting ass fucked by her boyfriend with an odd look that might have been pleasure on my face.

There I was in my cage with my own semen dribbling down my chin, looking pathetic.

Another picture of me showed my tongue out licking Serena's boots, my face smeared with drool.

And there... a picture with my face smeared with her shit, looking unhappy.

She told me what was going on.

"This web site is secured right now. It requires a password to get in, and I am the one with the password. You signed a model agreement when you committed to be my slave, and these pictures are mine to do with as I please."

Serena leaned over and caressed my face lovingly. "And you see dear, you can leave any time. Of course, the moment you leave, this web site goes public, and the extensive library of pictures and movies I have of you will go out on the internet. You won't be able to get a job, or a girlfriend, or... well, do much of anything except maybe be a submissive male fetish model or beg your way into some desperate old woman's house."

I sat, shocked with the realization that she had me locked in to her slavery so much more securely than I had ever imagined. Our private relationship was something I desired, and reveled in. But if it were made public, it would make life very, very difficult.

"And lastly dear, you forget that you sold your car, and transferred your bank accounts to me. You have no money. If you leave, I will give you one set of clothing and $50. After that, you would be on your own. Good luck going back to your Mom after I email her the web site URL."

That was it. I had voluntarily given up everything in my life, slowly but surely. She owned what little I had, even my clothes. She also owned what little dignity I had, and could squeeze and mold and destroy it whenever she pleased.  I sat numb, the realization that I really was her slave, owned by her, completely dependent on her.

"Now, slave. Get out of those clothes. Tonight, I think I might let you fuck me."

My jaw dropped. In a year and half of being with Serena as her owned slave she had never allowed me inside her body. I had been made to watch while she fucked others, of course, which was a form of torture all by itself. But I was never allowed to touch her for my own pleasure.

That night, it happened, but not the way I thought.  That night I was brought into her bedroom. Serena was naked, and my cock was instantly erect.

She took a cream and began smearing it on my scrotum, then behind my scrotum and finally into my anus. It felt cool and nice, and I thought perhaps it was a type of lube. That didn't make sense though, because she very carefully kept it from getting on my hardened cock.

I realized why a minute or two later when it began to burn. It was Capsaicin. Wow did it burn. I began to whimper and beg for relief. Everything between my legs was on fire within a few minutes, and tears came to my eyes.

Serena positioned me at the foot of her bed, facing it. She took a thin cord that she had tied to the bed frame and tied it securely around my flaming testicles. Then she lay on the bed and spread her legs invitingly.

"Come, fuck me. Now, I want you inside."

In spite of the pain between my legs, the sight of my mistress naked and spread wide for me was all I needed. I moved forward, ready to mount her.

The rope on my balls pulled me back.

"Come, dear. Now. Fuck me." Serena was demanding.

I moved forward further, still crying from the pain between my legs; the rope around my balls kept them behind as I pulled further and further up. My cock touched her inner thighs, I could almost feel her moist pussy... but the rope had my balls stretched far behind me, perhaps six inches or more. Not only did the pepper cream burn my flesh, my balls were stretched taught and aching.

"Fuck me! Now!" Serena barked the order, not kidding. She wanted it. I pushed further, the pain in my balls growing. The tip of my cock reached the softness of her pussy and that one sensation made me not care what other pain I was in, I would enter her. I thrust. My balls stretched behind me, aching agonizingly, but I was inside! Inside Serena, for the first time! She was soft, and wet, and warm, and sliding in I felt the texture of her vagina... and I thrust again.

Each thrust brought new waves of pain, and new heights of pleasure. I felt Serena's body under me as we fucked, pain swathing my hips and legs, the act of pleasure with her an act of pain for me. It didn't matter. My thrusts became more urgent, and she raised her legs high and wide, and with a few more thrusts I shuddered, pushing deep, pulling my testicles back and stretching my scrotum farther than I ever thought it could go, but it was worth it, every bit of pain was worth it because I was cumming inside my mistress. My orgasm shuddered through my body, and when it was over I backed up, relieving the pressure on my balls, and rolled onto my back with legs spread. I burned, burned down there, ached and burned and was spent.

I've been allowed to enter Serena since then, but never without some price. There is always pain involved, and it is always worth it. Whether it is needles that thrust into my balls with each thrust of my cock into her, or a burning hot curling iron in my ass positioned so it impales my ass each time I withdraw, I am in agony and in ecstasy when I am allowed to fuck her.

It has now been four years and I have completely accepted my role. I barely remember what it was like to be free.

This story will be placed on the secured web site my mistress maintains to record my depravity. I am now totally and entirely hers, I am owned by her. It is not consensual. I have no choice. I gave up the choice by my own free will, and now live with the commitment made. I gave up the choice freely, and am now trapped in the consequences.

Mistress Serena says she has a new cage for me tonight. She says it is much smaller than the old one, and that I won't be able to lay down in it. I hope she removes the testicle clamps first. They hurt. Really bad.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Human Experimentation: Beta (Enhanced Sperm Production)

The tall brunette stood and looked through the one way mirror at the prisoner wearing an orange jumpsuit in the next room. She was a beautiful woman with brown eyes and a solemn face, large lips and high cheekbones. Her white lab coat bore the name "Dr. Clarice Sykes" stitched in blue.

The prisoner fidgeted, bored in the plain white room. The metal chair was uncomfortable and a single table in the center of the room was bare. He had been there for almost a half hour.  A chain around his waist extended to a ring in the floor. He was locked in place.

Dr. Sykes turned to two other young women in the room with her, both wearing lab coats bearing their names and titles.

"As you know, this is prisoner Beta. He represents the state of this study at this time. His treatment so far has taken three weeks. It began with basic hypnosis, followed by the study medication. In the last week we have taken his natural responses and tied them to certain external stimulus. The results are satisfying so far."

Dr. Sykes opened a microphone connection to the next room. She pressed a small device in her hand that made a sound. Click Click. Two clicks, one right after the other. She then turned off the microphone and the three medical researchers watched.

The prisoner reacted immediately. At first a puzzled and slightly panicked look spread over his face. One hand slid down to his crotch and he started stroking himself through his pants.  The researchers could see the young man already had an erection, clearly visible through his prison uniform.

"You observe that the erection is immediate. He isn't completely aware of what is happening, he simply has an irresistible urge and is satisfying it."

The prisoner was moving around in the chair, still rubbing his erection through the material of his pants.

"In time we hope to get Beta to the point of ejaculating almost immediately after a command is given. At this point you can see that he is merely masturbating, and needs encouragement even with this."

Dr. Sykes opened the microphone and clicked two more clicks. Click click.  The sound made the prisoner whimper slightly, his eyes widening as if in fear or some dark need that was flooding over him. He gurgled slightly, trying to rub himself harder, and then reached to the jumpsuit zipper. Sliding it down quickly, he spread it open and reached down to his groin, pulling out his hardened penis and testicles.

"It won't take long now. The drugs he is on increase sperm and semen production significantly, and his body will be ready... ah... I think here it is." The three women crowded close to the one way mirror, watching the male prisoner's physical convulsions as he reached a climax.

The prisoner had his head back as he rubbed his cock violently, up and down, his hip thrusting up, straining. With a gasp, he thrust his hips up and away from the chair and his penis pulsated as white liquid spurt several feet into the air. Continuing to stroke, the man kept the almost constant stream of semen spewing out for almost 15 seconds, shaking and convulsing with climax.

With an sudden movement the prisoner collapsed back down to the chair, arms hanging limply at his sides, penis beginning to sag. Bits of white slime covered the table in front of him, and at one point dripped to the floor.

"That is certainly impressive Dr. Sykes, though I was hoping to see a little more. How long do you think until the final goal is reached?" asked a petite, pretty blond with the title "Section B Chief" on her lab coat.

"We are almost there. Getting the dose right was a challenge, and the hypnosis technique is still undergoing refinement. I would say in about two weeks we could reconvene and see the results we had predicted. In the meantime, let me show you something interesting."

Dr. Sykes left the observation room, and a moment later the door to the prisoner's cell opened. The prisoner stood up as she entered, seemed to realize his jumpsuit was unzipped and he was exposed, and immediately shoved his genitalia back inside his clothes. He appeared embarrassed at being caught in this way.

Pointing to the spray of semen covering the table, Dr. Sykes spoke to the prisoner. The two researchers in the observation room listened.

"Glenn. Is this yours?" Dr. Sykes pointed to the semen covered table.

Staring at the white liquid, the prisoner shook his head. "No doctor. No. I didn't do that. I mean, how... I don't think so. I sometimes, you know, recently, since you have been treating me... please..."

"Glenn, your complete lack of control is getting out of hand. We are finding you masturbating in public more and more now. It is not only completely socially unacceptable, it isn't hygienic. We may need to up your meds."

"Dr. Sykes, is that really necessary? They make my balls hurt, they really do." The prisoner seemed to shrink from the figure of the tall woman standing over him as his voice took on a plaintive, begging tone.

"Perhaps your testicles should hurt more. You know that we are going to have to punish you for this lack of control. I don't want to but it is becoming a necessary part of your treatment. Unzip."

Dr. Sykes motioned toward the man's jumpsuit, indicating he should unzip it.

With a panicked voice, the prisoner begged, "Please. Dr. Sykes. I don't know what came over me but I won't do it again. It isn't necessary to punish me. Really. Please. Please."

Dr. Sykes waited, and finally the prisoner unzipped his orange outfit and reluctantly pulled out his genitals so they were exposed. The woman leaned over and placed a small clamp on the prisoner's exposed testicles. He grimaced, and moaned slightly.

"God, that hurts. Dr. Sykes... ahaahhhhhh.... please, don't make me wear the clamp. I can hardly walk. God, it hurts..." The prisoner had begun rocking back and forth.

Two clicks. Click Click. Hidden in her pocket, Dr. Sykes had issued the conditioned response command. The prisoner shook and when he leaned back the women in the observation room saw his penis was erect and hard once again-- in spite of the painful clamp on his testicles.

"He just ejaculated five minutes ago. What is she doing?" said the "Section B Chief" to the other woman as they watched through the one way mirror.

The prisoner was stroking his exposed penis, rapidly. He moaned out loud, whether from pain or pleasure or both was unclear, but he continued stroking as Dr. Sykes stood by him, observing closely. Faster and faster he went, hips straining, head back, stomach tense as his hips moved with his strokes. It took a little longer than the first time, but very soon he grunted, cried out, and a thick stream of semen spurt from him once again. The ejaculate spewed as far as the first time, the force of the orgasm just as intense.

15 second later the prisoner collapsed once again, but this time he fell forward, the pain in his testicles causing him to double over. He head fell on the table, his forehead smearing the thick globs of semen. He sobbed a little, and then raised his head to look at Dr. Sykes.

"Please.. I am so sorry. I don't... understand. Please help me." Tears streamed down his cheeks.

"I will help you Glenn. I am doing my best. I think you should wear the clamps for a little while longer. I will come by your cell to remove them tonight after dining hall." The beautiful woman turned and left the room. Just as the door closed, a sound was heard.

Click Click.

"Oh... god oh god oh...aaaaaaahhhhh" the man's penis wasn't erect but he began stroking it compulsively. After about a minute, it was hard.

Dr. Sykes returned to the observation room and spoke with the other two women. "Well, there you have it. The speed of the conditioned response is not there yet, but the strength of it is clear. The clamps on his testicles are quite painful, and yet he has no hesitation in masturbating, and the orgasm comes as quickly as before. Even after he had a previous ejaculation only minutes before."

The three women watched as the prisoner stroked his raw cock, hard.

"You can see his skin is raw and even starting to bleed, but the compulsion is overwhelming."

The prisoner was jerking himself harder, frustrated by his inability to climax, going faster, pushing and trying to reach satisfaction. He kept working on it, harder and more intense.

"It really hurts him, doesn't it?" Said the Section B Chief.

"Oh, yes. Not just the clamps, but his penis is raw and ragged from constant rubbing. As well as the excess sperm production, which causes testicular pain and cramping. He is really caught in a vicious cycle; he is producing a lot of sperm and semen, and the hypnosis has created an irresistible urge to relieve himself, which causes a lot of pain and humiliation itself. He has no choice, though."

"Good work, Clarice." The other woman turned to Dr. Sykes and gave her a deep tongue kiss, her arms wrapping around her lover just as the prisoner in the next room let out a howl and spurted white slime out over the table once again.


Two weeks later the Section B Chief watched her lover, Dr. Clarice Sykes, enter the room where the same prisoner sat. This time his wrists were shackled to the arms of the chair.

"How have we been doing, Glenn?" Dr. Sykes asked kindly.

The prisoner lowered his head, terrified and shaking. "F-f-f-fine... Dr. S-s-s-ykes."

Click Click.

"AAAHhhhh! Ahhhoowwww... aaahhh! Oh god..." The prisoner moaned and then was still. A slight wet spot appeared in his orange jumpsuit between his legs.

"I see. Except... what I see isn't to my liking, Glenn. You appear to have lost all body control."

Click Click.

Barely 30 seconds later, the second conditioned command was issued.

"Oh. OH. Fuck.... ohohgodgod..... aaaaahhHH!!!" The prisoner writhed in his chair a moment, his wrists attempting to get free, reaching for his groin. It wasn't needed. He had come in his pants again, spurting more white sticky semen into his underwear.

"Glenn, this almost constant loss of body control, the inability to control your urges and keep your fluids inside of yourself... I am afraid we may have to do something drastic."

"Oh.... " the prisoner was panting from two sexual climaxes occurring one after the other. "Please.. what are you going to do?"

"Well, the only thing I can think of, given the circumstances. We may need to opt for castration."

"NNOOOooooooo......." the prisoner's howl was pathetic, but as it faded, the slight sound was heard again.

Click Click.

Writhing in place the prisoner shuddered with orgasm and then felt his pants fill with slime that overflowed and trickled down his leg. His orgasm and ejaculation was almost immediate after the trigger sound, and required no touching or stimulation of his genitalia.

Dr. Sykes left the room and joined her lover in the observation room. She came up behind the petite blond wrapping her arms around the woman from behind, nuzzling her neck.

They watched the despairing prisoner together as he sat exhausted in the chair, the wet spot in his pants very slowly spreading.  Suddenly, the man began writhing again, moaning loudly, tears running down his face as his hips thrust involuntarily. He shuddered through another orgasm, more slime filling his pants, draining down his leg and dripping onto the floor.

"You didn't give him the command."

"No," Dr. Sykes said quietly. "He is so thoroughly conditioned he reacts to random clicking sounds now. I think the air conditioning is clicking slightly, which is causing his conditioned response. I wasn't kidding about castrating him. If we don't he is likely to kill himself trying to masturbate and ejaculate every few minutes."

"Hmmm.... can I do it?"

"Castrate him? Of course. He is yours." Dr. Sykes turned her lover around, kissing her deeply.

The agony and despair of the chained prisoner in the next room spurred both of them on, clothes were discarded and the two made love until they both had experienced orgasms to the music of the ravaged howls of the man in the next room as he slowly and painfully disgorged more semen than ever thought humanly possible, the puddle beneath his seat slowly growing.

Sunday, November 3, 2013


"It hurts," he said.

"It's supposed to hurt," she said.

Looking up into her face, he tried to remember what had happened.

Ryan hadn't meant to stalk her, but there was no way he could ignore a woman that beautiful. Just last week he had passed her heading in from campus parking lot E, making him do a double take as she walked close by. A tall woman with young face but air of authority, long brown hair in a pony tail, white lab coat covering a perfect figure, he could do nothing but stare. Her light scent of perfume was mixed with another, more penetrating scent.

Tonight, as Ryan headed back to his car after his last late class, she was steps in front of him. He followed her by coincidence but with every step he felt himself getting harder, more aroused, just watching the beauty gliding before him.  When they reached the parking lot and she opened the trunk of her car he slipped up behind her, wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her mouth to keep the screams muffled...

And then there was the stinging eyes; he couldn't breathe. Something knocked him to the ground, he hit his head and everything went black.

Now here he was, stark naked, wrists and ankles tied to the table. The goddess was working next to him, still wearing her lab coat. She turned to him and focused the attention of cold gray-green eyes on his groin. He didn't see it, but he could feel the knife slice through his scrotum.

"Please... no, it hurts. Don't hurt me. I didn't mean any harm, I wasn't going to hurt you."

She said nothing as she worked, manipulating the heavy flesh of his ball sack. Pain pierced through his groin; not terrible pain but enough he could tell that she was slicing him open. His groggy mind worked, trying to figure out what was happening.

The woman rolled the high wheeled stool on which she sat to the side and rolled back with an odd device that had a mirror sitting on top of a post. Positioning it over his body she moved the mirror back and forth on a hinge, trying to get the angle right. He looked up and didn't understand what he was seeing at first.

"I think you should be able to see what I am doing. I am Simone, by the way. The girl you tried to rape earlier tonight. I'm the anatomy teaching assistant. That means I really do all the work, the prof comes in once in a while, but I run the lab and do all the practical instruction." The woman resumed work, selecting a scalpel from a side table.

Ryan looked into the mirror and saw the red bloody tissue spread wide and realized she had sliced open his scrotum, taking the flesh and spreading it out so that it lay on the insides of his thighs. Laying in the center of the wide sheet of his scrotal flesh were two whitish lumps with trailing tails. His testicles.

He began to sob. The pain was suddenly much greater and he struggled against the straps that held his wrists above his head, and his ankles spread wide below. As he struggled the straps around his waist held his body in place. He could writhe, strain, protest, struggle, but he wasn't going anywhere.

"Please, please, please, don't do this. Simone. What are you doing? You won't get away with it; if you sew me up and let me go now I will forget about it!" He begged.

"I think I have more of a chance of getting away from this than you did getting away with rape. Anyway, it's too late now. And we have so much fun in store!" Simone smiled at him and then reached one hand down. He watched in the mirror as she picked up one naked testicle in her hand, sliding the scalpel knife under the fleshy lump. With a sawing motion she cut quickly through some tissue that attached the testicle to the inside of the scrotal flesh.

Ryan shook, feeling the pain as Simone worked cutting his flesh. The pain wasn't that bad, but the sensations were so strange, and seeing his body being cut like that almost made him faint. Spots appeared before his eyes, and he made a gurgling noise.

When Simone had completely freed one of the testicles so that it dangled only by the tubing at the top, she duplicated the work on the other. The emotional impact of having Simone's bare hands handling his unprotected testicles almost drove Ryan insane. He was shaking, horrified, and he babbled protests as she finished the job of cutting his testicles free of the scrotum.

Simone turned to the side again, and returned with her attention focused on Ryan's face. "Oh, my poor Ryan. Yes, I know your name, I checked your driver's license from your wallet. It's over there, in that bag with your clothes."

She indicated a large plastic storage bag. Ryan recognized his pants, shirt and shoes inside. His underwear and other items must be in there as well.

"You are sweating. I know it is painful, but it is necessary. No pain no gain, as they say," Simone seemed cheerful as she wiped sweat off Ryan's face with a sterile cloth. When Ryan opened his mouth to beg once again, Simone slipped the cloth inside his mouth, burying it deep down his throat and then stuffing more and more inside. Ignoring Ryan's muffled attempts at speech, she kept shoving until the entire cloth was inside his mouth, distending his cheeks like a balloon.

"Sorry about this, but for the next part you will probably be screaming. Everyone has gone home, but I don't want some errant security guard out on the quad hearing your cries." Simone took a long strip of medical tape and ran it over Ryan's mouth, securing the wadded cloth inside. Ryan continued to attempt screams, cries, begging, but nothing intelligible came out and the sound was muffled quite effectively.

"Let's get back to work, shall we? You know, you wanted to rape me a little while ago. I think it might be nice to show you what you were going for. Maybe a bit frustrating for you, but hey... it will enhance the experience."

With this, Simone undid her lab coat and removed it, revealing a tight knit blouse that showed an amazing figure. She spoke as she took the bottom of her blouse and pulled it up over her head, exposing breasts that bulged from her C cup bra. "Removing my clothes can also help with the cleanup. The less I have to deal with blood spatter on clothing, the better."

Casting the blouse and lab coat onto a nearby chair, Simone undid her bra. As the undergarment came free, two large, firm breasts fell out and bounced slightly. Tight, erect nipples adorned each breast, which contrasted beautifully with the flat stomach below. Ryan stared, entranced by the perfect beauty before him, forgetting the pain in his groin for a moment.

Simone put thumbs under her skirt and pushed it down over her hips, exposing tight fitting panties that bordered on a thong. The skirt was thrown on top of the rest of her clothing. She leaned over Ryan's face, smiling and bright, placing her breasts just within reach. Ryan whimpered beneath the gag, and raised his head, just barely brushing one of her nipples before she moved away.

"No chance of that, my boy. This is just a little extra torment. A little something to remind you of just how much you are losing tonight. Now... oh my!" Simone exclaimed as she moved back to Ryan's groin. "You have a very nice erection! Hmm. Too bad you won't be able to use it. You know, if you had just asked me out instead of trying to take me by force... well, I guess we never will know."

The nearly naked woman reached over to the side table and picked up a small probe with a very sharp point. She moved over to Ryan's groin and picked up one testicle again. "I know a little about anatomy, you see. But you know that, don't you. You see here, and here, there are the tubes and nerves that connect your little gonads to the rest of your body, including your brain. Now, we could poke and prod your balls to see you squirm, but really, all the nerves converge right here."

Simone indicated a spot just at the top of one testicle where the tissue narrowed and then extended upward. "One good poke here and we get all the pain nerves firing, as if your testicles were crushed. And yet we don't actually crush them, you see?"

With this, Simone pressed the sharp probe into the nerve bundle. Instantly, Ryan's entire groin exploded in pain. He screamed, breathing in and out rapidly to allow for more screaming, loud as he could against the gag. He screamed and screamed, and as he screamed Simone continued to move and poke the probe deep inside the nerve bundle.

The screams continued with the pain as she moved to the other testicle, and used a second probe to pierce and penetrate the nerve bundle there. Ryan had no idea that such pain was possible, and he arched his back, strained with all his might against the restraints, struggled, writhed, screamed and sobbed as the pain spread and throbbed throughout his entire lower body.

This went on for an eternity. The pain kept going, on and on. When one testicle lost Simone's interest, she would move back to the other one, pressing into the nerve bundle, recreating the agony, watching Ryan's lean body struggle, muscles bulging as he strained, sweat pouring out as the pain continued.

Finally she stopped, removing the probes and setting them aside. Ryan continued to writhe, crying into his gag, his face wet with tears.

"Interesting how the pain continues? I am not touching you any more, and yet you are still screaming. Once nerves like that get firing, they feed off themselves, continuing to fire even without any direct stimulation. No worries, they will stop soon, though the memory of the pain is likely to keep your brain pain centers firing for a bit." Simone took hold of Ryan's limp penis and stroked it idly, letting her perfect breasts drag across his stomach. In spite of the lingering pain, the penis responded, hardening quickly.

Several minutes passed as Simone stroked Ryan's cock, letting it harden and then pulse. The pain slowly subsided to a dull ache that showed no indication of going away, but the penile stimulation had him going. His breathing continued hard, this time with the building orgasm. He balls still ached and his scrotum hurt from being sliced open, but the pleasure was undeniable. He began thrusting his hips, looking at Simone's perfect body and with a muffled groan achieved climax.

Semen spurt from his cock onto his bare stomach.

"I've always wanted to see that; the vas deferens carrying the sperm upward during male orgasm. Fascinating. I wish I could use you in the lab next week, but I don't think it will work out. No matter," here Simone rolled over to another table, picked up a very small device and returned to Ryan's side, "I have something very special for you. It will quite literally change your life!"

Simone began working with Ryan's testicles again, performing a short procedure. A tiny plastic coated elongated box was placed between his balls. Two tiny wires extended from it, ending in small plastic clamps with pointed electrical contacts.  Carefully, Simone slid one of the clamps over the tubing extending from one testicle, folded the two sides of it down until the pointed metal contacts pierced through the tissue, and then snapped it shut.  The process made Ryan jerk and scream once again, the pain quickly regaining strength.

Once Simone determined the clamp was firmly in place holding the fleshy tube, she performed the same procedure to the other testicle. Ryan, screamed again when the second clamp penetrated his flesh, tiny electrical probes embedding themselves in his nerves and snapping securely into place.

When the process was complete, Simone sighed in a happy smile, and stroked poor Ryan's frightened and agonized face. She wiped the sweat of pain from his cheeks and forehead, and kissed him gently, tenderly before returning to his scrotum.

As she worked, Simone explained what she was doing. Ryan watched in the mirror as she spoke.

"As you can see, I have implanted a small device. The big center device is a receiver with a small battery. The battery will last about 10 years, I believe. It's sealed inside a rubber sheath to prevent it from shorting out. It's also sterile. The two wires are now clamped to the nerves that lead to your balls. We are now sewing you back up so you can heal. The device will remain in place."

Ryan began sobbing again, straining against the straps to no avail. He watched as Simone slowly sewed his scrotum flesh back in place with the electronic receiving device inside. Horrible ideas began to run through his rattled and tortured brain.

"Yes, you might have guessed what that is, but let me explain. The receiver is set for a transmitter that I control. As long as the receiver gets the signal from the transmitter, everything is fine."

Needle and thread drew Ryan's flesh back into place tightly over his testicles and the small device inside.

"When the receiver stops detecting the transmitter signal... well, it releases a tiny current to the two contacts. Very simple. Like a light switch. The current is small, but enough to cause the same kind of pain you were experiencing just a little while ago. It doesn't take much to directly trigger the reaction, you know?"

The final stitches were put into place, and Simone tied a small knot in the surgical thread.

"The transmitter will be in my house. It has a transmitting radius of about 30 feet. Leave that area and.... well, I guess you can remember what it feels like. You might have enough presence of mind and control to crawl back into range in spite of the agony. Might be better not to try it though."

Simone finished up by wiping alcohol over the sutures, then applying a sterile bandage to the outside of Ryan's scrotum.

"I also have a nice little remote control here." She raised something that looked like a simple car remote. "It disrupts the transmitter signal. Let's try it?"

Ryan's eyes grew big and as he looked at Simone's beautiful smile. She pressed the button and Ryan's entire lower body jerked with the sudden convulsing agony. His testicles were on fire, and crushed, and stretched, and dissolving to goo. Then Simone released the button and the pain disappeared. Suddenly.

"So you see, Ryan? This means you are now mine. Leave me, you will be hit by pain bad enough you won't be able to walk. Disobey me, and you will wish you had never been born."

Simone began undoing the straps, releasing Ryan from the dissection table. The pain still echoed through him as he sat up gingerly. She undid his gag, removing the tape and cloth, and then kissed him full on the lips.

"Let's get you dressed and I will help you to the car. We should head home so you can see where you will be living as my slave. This will be a fun adventure, don't you think?"

Simone smiled lovingly at her new bitch slave as he slowly got down from the table and started putting his clothes back on, resigned to obeying his new mistress. At least for the moment.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Human Experimentation: Alpha

Richland Prison was designated as the stop of last resort for incorrigible and recalcitrant prisoners. Their crimes weren't necessarily the worst, but the criminals themselves showed the least promise for rehabilitation. The state chose to place these lost causes here, allowing radical experimentation that wasn't spoken of outside the unmarked secure concrete walls in upstate Idaho.

The heavy bullet proof glass door slid shut quietly behind the tall brunette woman after she stepped into the bare white hall. There was an almost indiscernible hiss and thunk as the door latched in place, locking her inside the medical residence wing of Richland Prison. There was a clean smell of disinfectants and deodorizer, with a slight minty tinge. Under the smell was the slightest hint of something musky like urine, but could have been ammonia cleanser.

She was met inside by a shorter blond woman wearing a white lab coat over her functional top and jeans. Both women were in their early 30s and pretty, walking and talking with confidence.

"Dr. Sykes, I am so glad you decided to join our staff. I hear you wanted to see some of our latest medical trials," the blond woman shook the tall brunette's hand and then gave her a lab coat.

"Thank you Dr. Wilson. And please, call me Jenn. I am particularly eager to see prisoner Alpha, as I believe you call him."

"That would be nice, Jenn. Call me Emily. And yes, Alpha is just down the hall here, and is one of our more fascinating... well, I am not sure I would call it a success, but in some ways it certainly is." Emily Wilson walked down the corridor, past plain metal doors that were locked with simple deadbolts that required a key from either side.

Emily stopped in front of a door with the number "27" on it. From a hook on the side of the door she took a small remote control device. "Please be cautious. Alpha has never been violent, but there is always a first time. He is a lifer, after all."

She unlocked the door and the two women stepped in.

The room was small and equipped with a bed, a small table, a chair and a shelf on which several personal items were placed. A stainless steel toilet peeked out from a privacy curtain in the corner. Sitting in the chair reading a novel was a young man in his early 20s; muscular, good looking, thoughtful, slightly sad eyes. His hair was a short blond, not quite hiding a scar that ran across the side and back of his head. He wore simple but comfortable prison clothes made of denim. He stood when the women entered.

"Dr. Wilson. I hope all is well. I have met my quotas for the week and am behaving. Have there been any complaints or reports?"  The man known as Alpha had a fearful look in his eyes, and stood with an air of respect and deference to the doctor even though he stood a good foot taller, and he looked down at the floor furtively.

"That's quite all right, Alpha. This is Dr.Sykes. She is joining the staff here and asked to see you." Emily waved at the new doctor as she spoke.

Alpha's breathing rate had increased and become almost a pant in the short space of time the two women stood in his small cell. He said nothing, but Jenn noticed a tiny shake in his hands. He was obviously terrified of something.

Emily spoke again. "I am afraid we need to demonstrate the progress we have made with you. And... the lack of progress. Dr. Sykes will be working with patients here and this is part of her introduction."

Alpha raised his face to look directly at Emily, and pleaded in a tired manner, "Please don't. You know I have been good. There is no cause for you to punish me."

Emily turned to Jenn and showed the remote control device. "As you know, we have been experimenting with the placement of neurostimulus devices in the brains of recalcitrants. Alpha has a small chip embedded in his brain which will stimulate certain specific areas. Unfortunately, the accuracy and predictability of this technique isn't yet what we hope for, but we are getting closer. In Alpha's case, the chip placement was supposed to stimulate pleasure and guilt centers, but the results aren't quite what was expected. Let me illustrate."

Emily pressed a black button on the remote.  Jenn watched as Alpha shuddered, closed his eyes, and suddenly sat down in his chair. He lowered his head into his hands and began crying. Emily kept pressing the button and spoke as Alpha's tears flowed.

"You can see the effect. The chip is causing depression and despair. We missed the mark completely, though this has certainly had an impact on his behavior. He is much more compliant now."

Alpha had begun to sob uncontrollably, his body shaking and wracked with the convulsive bawling that had taken him. The man had suddenly melted into a puddle of misery and despair. The change was immediate and impressive.

"Wow. This must be a terrible experience for him. Does it have a lasting effect?" Jenn observed as Alpha slipped off his chair onto the floor to his knees, where he lowered his head so that the forehead rested on the ground at Emily's feet.

"Not really. It takes only a few seconds after the chip has stopped stimulation before the direct impact has subsided. The neurotransmitters released are very quickly reabsorbed. But there is a sort of echo, or memory effect. The immediate feelings of despair might disappear, but the memory of them last and can be a little difficult to shake off."

As Emily spoke, Alpha had crawled to Emily's feet and had grabbed her lab coat, begging something through his sobs. Jenn didn't quite understand what he was asking for, but it sounded like death, mercy, failure, please, please, please...

Emily released the black button. Alpha's sobs and pleas subsided quickly. He rolled back and sat on his heels, wiping snot, saliva and tears from his face as he stopped crying and regained his composure.

"And now for the stimulation which was to be the pleasure center." Emily pushed the white button just as Alpha raised his head sharply and cried out "NO!!..."

Alpha's protest turned into a grunt and his hands encircled his stomach. He bent over and started to moan in pain. His body shook as the two women looked at him writhing on the floor as he alternately grunted, cried and begged. "Please, please... don't do this, it hurts... the cramping... there is no need... I'll be good..."

"Yes, strangely enough, the chip is invoking peristalsis. Alpha is experiencing rather nasty stomach cramps right now." Emily looked almost smug, happy as she watched the poor man writhe on the floor. Jenn looked on as well, fascinated by the powerful impact the tiny chip was having on this man.

Thoughts took form inside Jenn's mind, thoughts that she had suppressed for years, only visiting in her darkest times of intimate privacy. She looked at the man on the floor with pleasure, enjoying his pain and humiliation. She thought of him as her slave, a pet she could do anything with. She felt the arousal of dominance surge through her body like an orgasm as Alpha rolled from his left to his right side, moaning and curling into a ball.

Without warning, there was a loud sound of gas being expelled from Alpha. The flapping, farting sound continued for a few seconds, and then took on a muffled wet quality. Accompanying this change was a smell that rapidly grew and became heavy in the air.

"Whew!!! Yes, if it is kept up long enough it turns into diarrhea. That's one reason I don't do this very often," Emily Wilson waved her hand in front of her nose, and released the button.  It took almost a minute for the peristalsis to fade away, after which the man lay on the ground panting, recovering from the agony of a massive bout of suddenly invoked cramping and diarrhea. The wet shit he had expelled began to soak through his pants and the noxious smell increased.

Emily turned and unlocked the door from the inside, leading Jenn out into the hall. "Let's give him some privacy to clean up and I will show you around the lab."

Jenn caught one last glimpse of the completely decimated and subservient man slowly picking himself up off the floor, and once again felt the thrill of excitement. She was going to like this job. A lot.