Monday, August 3, 2015

Janice Learns Her Place

Jenn walked around to the back of the car and pressed the hidden button along the edge of the trunk lid. It popped open to reveal her nemesis and sometime lover Janice, fully clothed but restrained in a tight hogtie. Her mouth was bulging with a rag of cloth and taped over with a clear packing tape, muffling most noise. Long brown hair was frazzled from the bumpy car ride.

Janice glared up at Jenn, wincing a little as the light streamed into the trunk. She had been in the dark for a while.

"Well, Janice, it is certainly good to see you again. After that disgusting scene you pulled with me last May, we have some catching up to do. I bet you had begun to think you would never see me again?"

"MMmmmmphhmmmmmm! MMM!" Janice made as much noise as she could, which wasn't much. Her eyes said a lot though. She had pretty brown eyes that flashed when angry, which was often.

"You know Janice, you really are beautiful. We could have been great lovers if you hadn't turned out to be such a damn fucking psycho."

Jenn left for a moment and returned with a flat wheeled cart. She grabbed Janice's legs and began pulling her out of the trunk, bit by bit. Janice was significantly taller than Jenn, and while she was slim and had a good body, was longer and unwieldy. Her body slowly scraped over the edge of the trunk, each bone, ridge and curve dragging, inspiring Janice to scream muffled insults through her gag.

"Damn girl, you be heavy. You don't look any fatter, maybe you gained a little though?" Jenn laughed as Janice continued making noise.

Grunting and yanking, Jenn finally got Janice onto the cart and rolled her into the empty warehouse. The metal door shut with a heavy clang. The walls were concrete, there were two doors made of metal with heavy locks, and the only windows were high up, perhaps 20 feet. Harsh lighting from bare bulbs illuminated the mostly barren concrete area. The windows were crusted filthy and didn't let in much light. The floor was clean but covered with stains from the machinery that once filled the space.

With a push of her high leather boot Jenn rolled Janice off the cart and onto the floor. It was only a six inch drop but Janice grunted when her body landed, and growled into her gag. Jenn rolled the cart out of the way and returned to kneel on the floor next to where Janice twitched against the hogtie that kept her essentially immobile.

Jenn produced a hair brush and lifted Janice's head into her lap. As she slid the bristles of the brush through Janice's long brown hair with affection, she talked, holding a one way conversation.

"So. Janice, I've had a lot of time to think. At one point I thought of just catching you someplace and strangling you with a wire garrote. That would have been pretty cool I think, it's very personal. I imagined feeling your body struggling and fighting for life. But then... well... to be honest, you are the only girl I have met that has as morbid a sense of sexuality and adventure as I do. It seemed such a waste to just... dispatch you."

The brush continued to smooth the brown hair, catching on snags and working them out.

"So I finally decided, really, you just need to be reined in a bit. Trained. Obedience training, you know? So you don't get all twitchy and go insane. I mean, this whole thing between us started with some very gratifying sex. Do you remember?"

Janice glared up at Jenn, but nodded reluctantly. She remembered what it was like being Jenn's lover. The two lesbians had spent some very sensual, orgasmic hours naked in bed when they first met. Somehow it had all gone bad and turned into a sick domination and torture contest, but there was no doubt the two girls had fit together well. Especially when they spread their legs and scissored. Janice fondly remembered the feeling of their soft flesh pressing, rubbing.

"But, you just had to go and insult me. Like, really go off the deep end and act like some royal fucking bitch and it really hurt my feelings. I think we just need to teach you some better manners."

With a sudden motion Janice tried to jerk her head up to hit Jenn's face where it bent over her. Jenn was too quick, ducking her head out of the way and responding by slapping Janice hard enough to make her grunt and moan.

"Yep. You need some civilization. That's for sure."

Jenn let Janice lay on the cold concrete, struggling against the ropes. She walked slowly over to a table at the side of the large room where she picked up some large shears, then walked back to the struggling female form. Kneeling down she hooked one finger into Janice's top, exposing a bit of cleavage. The shears opened and slid under the cloth then closed, cutting the material easily. It spread apart, revealing the soft curves of large breasts, and as the shears snipped again and again the material fell away, revealing soft smooth skin.

A single snip cut the bound girl's bra in two between her breasts, and the straining soft flesh fell out, free to flop about with Janice's futile struggles. The snipping continued, cutting her jeans, revealing her strong lean legs. The last to go was the panties; cute pink cotton things that stood out in contrast with the dark punk rocker style of the rest of Janice's outfit.

Jenn pushed Janice's now naked body over with her boot, rolling her away from the shredded remains of her clothes. Janice had been quiet while the clothes were removed, but with the touch of Jenn's boot she emitted a muffled scream of frustration through the cloth wadding in her mouth.

Moving to the table again, Jenn returned the scissors and picked up a strange looking collar. Janice looked so small and vulnerable, laying in the middle of the large concrete floor, naked and hogtied. Jenn walked back slowly, knelt next to her, and ran her hands over the beautiful girl's nakedness. Memories of making love flooded her and she could feel herself getting wet, lubricating between her legs as she slid her hands around Janice's neck and felt the urge to squeeze.

Instead she encircled the soft skin with the collar, bucked it tightly and then locked it with a padlock.

"One more thing and we will be ready to begin," Jenn stood and walked to the center of the large factory floor. A heavy iron ring was embedded in the concrete. A chain was locked to it. Jenn bent over and picked up the end of the chain, and dragged it over to where Janice lay, struggling and attempting to move toward the door in tiny movements. Jenn grabbed Janice's ankle and snapped a metal cuff attached to the end of the chain around it.

"There. That should do it. We are ready to begin."

Jenn took the shears and began cutting the ropes off Janice, first freeing her legs, and then her arms, and then her wrists. As soon as the wrists were free she ducked out of the way because Janice immediately took a swing at her.

Once Jenn was out of reach Janice reached up, undid the gag, and threw it away as hard as she could.

"You. Fucking BITCH!" screamed Janice. "I should have drowned you when I had the chance! I hope you lay at the bottom of that mud slop for days before someone got you out! What do you think you are going to do with me now, anyway? To think I liked you, even fucked you once! You are nothing but a wh--"

Janice's eyes went wide and her screaming rant suddenly stopped with a choked squeak. On her collar, a small box had a tiny red light that had lit up and was glowing. Her hands shot up to her neck and grabbed the collar, and she dropped to her knees, continuing to gurgle. The red light went off and Janice dropped the rest of the way to the ground where she began panting and clawing at the collar, trying to get it off.

"What... the ... fuck..." she said in a wheezy voice.

"So, Janice. That was an introduction to your new situation. That's a modified dog shock collar you have on. It actually uses some parts from the waist restraints they use for prisoners. I know it is quite painful, I tried it on myself to test it out. Last time I do that, let me tell you!"

Janice sat on the floor, tears flowing down her cheeks as she realized her situation. Chained and unable to get to any of the exits of the warehouse, with a shock collar controlled by her bitch ex-lover who was willing to use it at any excuse. She gulped and continued quietly crying.

"Wow. That is much, much better! Amazing how quickly you are learning. One basic shock! And at a relatively low setting!"

"Jenn, that wasn't a low setting. Really, I almost peed myself it hurt so bad. Please don't do this." Janice sounded contrite.

"Babe, I really didn't want to. But if you learn some manners, and trust me, you will learn some manners, then maybe we can learn to be friends again. Maybe even be intimate again." Jenn sounded sincere.

Janice said nothing, she just calmed herself, slowing her breathing. Jenn watched her beautiful body move as she breathed.

"Let's get started, shall we?" Jenn unzipped her jeans and slid them off. Her fingers hooked her panties and took them down at the same time, exposing herself from the waist down. Kicking her pants and boots aside, she pulled a chair over within reach of Janice's chain, and sat down, spreading her legs wide.

"Do me, Janice. Make me cum."

Janice lay still for a moment, eyes shooting hate like tracer bullets. Jenn lifted the remote to her shock collar, thumb over the button. That prompted Janice into action, and she slowly crawled the few feet to where Jenn's legs were spread and waiting, her cunt wet with anticipation.

Janice buried her face between Jenn's legs and let her tongue begin to work. Jenn moaned slightly, leaning back in the chair, moving her hips out to encourage Janice.

"Fuck, Jan... you have always been good. Hard... get inside a bit, yes.... that's it..." Jenn gave panting directions as Janice slid her tongue around expertly, sliding across Jenn's slit and clit.

Yes... yes... keep going, you are doing good baby.... " Jenn was sweating slightly, and her hips rocked together with Janice's motion. She was approaching climax, feeling the warmth begin to flood her hips. Her hands gripped Janice's head and pushed it in, guiding her ex-lover.

With a sudden, obviously planned motion, Janice reached up and grabbed the remote out of Jenn's hand. Jenn was completely absorbed by her oncoming orgasm and had no time to react. As soon as Janice had the small unit she leaped back from Jenn, slammed the remote down on the concrete floor to break it, and followed up by slamming the chain down on the plastic box over and over until all that was left was tiny broken shards of plastic. She screamed as she smashed it and when she was done she sat staring at the remains.

"You don't really think that tantrum is going to help, do you?" Jenn stood to the side, and raised her hand for Janice to see. Janice's eyes grew wide with fear as she saw a second remote control, Jenn's thumb resting on the button.

"You were doing so well there for a bit. But leaving me unsatisfied is just... well, not to be tolerated." Jenn's thumb moved slightly, pressing down on the button.

Instantly, Janice shrieked, rolled over as all the muscles in her body tensed from the electric shock rolling through her body. Her hands made it to her neck and clawed at the collar, but otherwise her body simply convulsed on the floor. Her legs splayed wide, straining.

The shock only lasted a few seconds but it felt like an eternity to Janice. When it stopped she was sobbing, begging Jenn to stop, for no more, that she would behave. Jenn came over and stroked her lover's hair, putting her head in her lap once again, holding her lovingly.

"Of course, Janice. It pains me to see you in pain. I want nothing more than to see you learn your place and behave, so that you don't have to experience pain ever again." She kissed the tears on Janice's cheek.

"Let's try again, shall we?" Jenn spread her legs and Janice moved her head into place, beginning her work again. This time she brought Jenn to an almost immediate orgasm, her tongue slurping and sliding across Jenn's cunt, until the goth bitch shook and shoved her hips into Janice's face, hard, and came.

Gasping from the effects of her climax, Jenn lay on the floor, wrapping arms and legs around Janice, holding her lovingly. Janice lay next to her dominant, afraid to do anything but be still. She tasted Jenn, her face smeared with saliva and Jenn's cunt juices. She felt Jenn's body against hers. She wondered how long she would be here and how best to handle things.

"That was good, Janice! Now, I think it is time for some more lessons." Jenn rose, kissing Janice once on the cheek.

"Now. Crawl over there, to the table, and pour us a drink, will you?" Jenn indicated a rough table at the side of the warehouse and the bottle of wine and glasses that occupied it. Janice rose and began walking over to the table, obedient. Just a couple of steps she gasped, her legs convulsed and she fell to the floor. Tears flowed from her eyes. The shock was only for a second, but it was unexpected and Janice lay on the floor, legs splayed wide, chest heaving.

"I said to crawl, dear. We must learn to crawl before we walk."

Janice rose to all fours, and started crawling. Her sizable breasts hung below her and swayed slightly, her ass up in the air, cunt visible from behind. Upon reaching the table, Janice rose to her knees, poured two glasses of wine, and then looked questioningly at Jenn. The question was obvious. She couldn't carry the glasses while crawling.

"Go ahead and carry them over here. You have permission to walk."

Janice stood and brought the glasses over. Jenn took hers, and sipped the red wine while observing her naked slave. Janice took a sip, but red wine spilled and tricked down her naked chest and breasts. She was nervous, stressed from the situation.

"Jenn, I accept you are in control for now. But you can't keep this up. I will be polite and obedient because I have to. But how stupid is this? How stupid are y--" Janice's body jerked from a short warning snap of electricity.

"Suckle my breasts," Jenn demanded. She pulled her top over her head, exposing two perfectly formed boobs, firm but soft, nipples hard. Janice crawled over, placed her arms on Jenn's thighs, and leaned over to suck on her left breast. Her own breasts hung down and slid across Jenn's stomach and crotch as she suckled. Jenn moaned and leaned her head back, enjoying the attention and stimulation.

Janice suckled and slurped for 10 minutes or so, until Jenn told her to stop.

"Janice, you are dear to me," Jenn said slowly and carefully. "It is important to me that we re-establish our relationship properly, and that it be mutual. It's only fair that I serve you as well. Lay down on the ground, and spread your legs."

It wasn't a request. Janice did as she was ordered. Spreading her legs wide to expose her pussy.  Jenn knelt down and slowly licked, flicked, and stimulated Janice's pussy lips, expertly stimulating her just enough and slowly building. Janice resisted her natural tendency to enjoy Jenn's expertise, but finally gave in, thrusting her hips up as Jenn thrust her tongue deep slid back out over Janice's clit, and then back again. Janice shuddered and moaned in a controlled climax then flopped on the floor, sweaty.

"So, Janice. I have to go for a while. I am leaving you with some food and water over there."

"NO! Jenn! Don't go, you can't leave me here chained like this! What if I am cold, what if I need to pee?" Janice was panicked.

"The cold won't be that bad. Be grateful I don't have you suspended from the ceiling or roasting on a spit. As for body functions... use that area over there. There's a bucket." Jenn was sliding her clothes back on as she spoke, and headed for the door. Janice knelt naked in the middle of the floor, her chain keeping her from following.

Before leaving, Jenn stopped at the entrance to the warehouse and turned to Janice.

"I think you should thank me properly."

"What the fuck for? Kidnapping me and forc-------aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggg!!!!!!!!"

"Thank me for paying attention to you, for taking the time to help you learn."

"Thank.. thank.... thank you Jenn. For ... whatever... " Janice panted, and then screamed again as the shock stiffed her body.

"Thank me for dominating you. Admit you are worth nothing."

"Yes... Jenn... thank you for teaching me manners, thank you for punishing me!" Janice spit it out with venom.

"That will do for now. See you a little later." Jenn left and the heavy metal door clanged shut, leaving Janice alone, chained to the floor in the deepening gloom of the evening.


Janice pulled and yanked on the chain around her neck to no avail. The links squeezed and slipped, pinching her fingers and drawing blood. Her neck became raw from the constant movement as she strained to budge the collar, or at least disable it somehow. She couldn't it was too well constructed.

Thirsty, she walked over to where the dog dishes were. She leaned down and tried to pick up the one with water, but it was glued to the floor. Janice bent over and slurped and lapped the water up, then turned to the food dish. As far as she could tell it had dog food. She ate it.

After several hours her bladder was about to burst and she gave in, squatting over the bucket and letting a stream of urine fill it. The heat of the liquid rose and felt warm against her bare. When she was done she pushed out shit, hearing the wet plop as it fell into her urine.

Never had Janice felt so demeaned or humiliated. Or so angry.

Jenn returned late at night. Janice was huddled in a corner, trying to stay warm away from the stink of the bucket. Jenn removed the bucket and dumped the contents in another room, and returned it. She leaned over and kissed Janice lovingly. Janice kissed her back, but with less enthusiasm.

"I bet you have been bored and pretty lazy while I have been gone. Let's get you working. It is always good to give a pet some exercise, you know?" Jenn motioned for Janice to come to the middle of the concrete floor.

"Let's have you do some jumping jacks. 20 of them. Go!"

Janice gaped at Jenn and didn't move. The shock that gripped her neck rippled through her muscles and she squeeled, "OK! OK! OK!"

After a moment of recovery, Janice began the jacks, swinging arms wide up, legs apart, then jumping back together. Her breasts bounced beautifully. Jenn enjoyed the motion of Janice's beautiful body.

"Good. Now, let's do some stretching! On your ass! Legs wide!"

Jenn guided Janice through a thorough workout, and the sweat began form and trickle down her bare flesh as she worked. Jenn loved the sweaty look, and kept working Janice hard. She only had to use the shock collar once more, and only for a very brief reminder. Janice was obedient.

When Jenn finally allowed Janice to rest, she provided a towel to wipe off the sweat and kissed her on the top of her head. "You are doing well, really. We can start establishing some more refined rules for you. Let's see... first, you get that obedience is key. Always obey without argument. You understand that, right?"

Janice nodded.

"Good. The other main rule is to show respect at all times. Look at me lovingly, proactively try to make me happy with you, service me. Kneel before me, knees spread and hands on knees with your head down. Try it now."

Janice shifted and assumed the slave position, exposing her cunt and breasts, face looking at the ground.

"Good girl," Jenn patted Janice's head. "The last rule will be to always take care of yourself. Keep yourself clean and groomed. I will provide items to wash and care for your hair. Make me happy with you, and you will be happy in return."

"Jenn, how long are you going to keep me here? You can't do this forever." Janice's tone was submissive, though it still had a hard questioning edge to it.

"Janice, you are walking a fine line right now. Do not question or challenge me. I will let this pass this one time. The answer to your question? I will keep you here as long as it takes."

It must have been nearly midnight and Janice was exhausted, but Jenn had more planned.

"Let's do a little training. Turn over, hands and knees, ass in the air. Don't move."

Jenn removed her clothes as Janice waiting in the position. Jenn produced a strap on harness, and inserted a huge dildo, 10 inches long and quite thick. She pressed it against Janice's ass, pushing gently but persistently. Eventually it invaded the girl's body, sliding in a few inches, accompanied by a small squeal of pain from the slave. Her sphincter muscles pulsed, clutching the soft rubber, alternately squeezing it and pushing it out.

The dildo slid out an inch or two and then pushed back in, further this time. Janice gasped and hung her head, pressing her forehead to the floor. "Oh... my god... that hurts. It is too big! Jenn, please!"

Each thrust of Jenn's hips rammed the dildo deeper, slid it out further, and then deeper yet. Eventually the thrusts were running the entire length of the dildo, which plunged deep into Janice's bowels. Jenn put her hands around Janice's hips, slid them around until her stomach and breasts lay on her submissive's back, and felt her stomach move with each thrust in. The invasion was pressing and moving Janice's internal organs around, she felt like her insides were being scrambled.

The dildo ass fuck was humiliating. To be forcibly fucked by a strapon was one thing, but up her ass, like some gay male? Tears squeezed from her eyes, from a mix of pain and humiliation. And yet, there was something deeply erotic in being taken this way by her beautiful ex-girlfriend. She began to feel enjoyment in spite of the pain.

"Fuck... fuck... oh my god, oh... fuck!" Janice was panting with pain, but Jenn reached around and played with Janice's clit, pressing and sliding in sync with her thrusts. Janice reacted to the stimulation, began panting and moaning, the moans mixed with cries of pain. It was a true pleasure/pain experience, and the pleasure mounted steadily until Jenn could feel Janice's body tense and shudder beneath her. She moaned loudly, and collapsed on the floor.

Jenn let the dildo slide out of Janice's ass and waited a minute or two for Janice to recover from the ass reaming she had just experienced. When her breathing slowed a bit, Jenn pushed the dildo into Jenn's face, and simply said "Suck."

Janice turned her head away from the slimy rubber protrusion that had just been up her ass.

"Suck!" Repeated Jenn. Janice refused silently.

"Aaaggggkkkkkkkkkk!" The jolt hit Janice as her neck felt like it was on fire for a moment.  She opened her mouth and took the shit smeared dildo into her mouth and began sucking.

The long rubber dong slid about halfway down the slave's throat before she choked and pulled back. Jenn thrust it forward again, pushing deeper. Janice couldn't breathe, and grabbed the strapon and pulled it out, gasping for air.

Jenn produced a pair of straps. "Turn around. You need some help with this exercise."

Janice turned her naked body around, still kneeling. Jenn yanked one strap around Janice's wrists, securing them behind her back. The other strap went around her elbows. This one she pulled slowly but steadily, bringing Janice's arms behind her back closer and closer until the elbows touched. Janice made sounds of pain, grunting and whining, but Jenn simply cinched the strap tight and buckled it in place.

"Turn around." Janice struggled a bit, but managed to turn toward Jenn, opened her mouth wide, and took the large dildo into her mouth. Jenn thrust it in, sinking deep down Janice's throat, holding it there as Janice's face turned red and her stomach and throat convulsed, trying to get some air. The strapon was pulled almost all the way out and Janice gasped and a bit of vomit dribbled down her chin. The dildo sunk in again, and the process began again.

For 15 minutes Jenn fucked Janice's mouth, slowly training her to take the dildo deeper and deeper down her throat. The front of her chest and breasts were slimy from drool and vomit when Jenn finally pulled away from Janice and let her collapse on the floor, panting, recovering.

"A good training session, dear. You are coming along well." Jenn kissed her pet on the head, gave her another towel to clean herself off, and left.

That night Janice slept in the dark with the towel as a substitute for a blanket.


The next day Jenn trained Janice to crawl on her hands and knees. For a while Janice wore a lovely fox tail, a puffy thing sticking out of her ass that swayed as she crawled along. There were some small problems at the beginning of training, but they were resolved quickly with short zaps from the obedience collar. After a couple of hours, Janice was perfectly behaved, learning to walk at Jenn's side, sit, heel, and even to urinate on command.

"Janice, you are doing so well, I think you may be ready for the next stage in your training!" Jenn sounded really pleased.

Janice blushed. She had mixed feelings. On one side of her mind, she wanted to get to Jenn and strangle her to death. On the other side, she was pleased with the progress she was making and with the attention and care Jenn was providing. Their previous battles really had obscured her affection and even love for Jenn. She could feel them being released as she learned this new relationship.

Jenn brought out a strange contraption that didn't quite make sense to Janice when she first saw it. It was made of metal, with wide, stiff metal straps that looked homemade and maybe a bit rusty. One of the straps had some holes. Another of the straps had a small metal box with a padlock and some wires.

It became clear what this thing was when Jenn demanded that Janice stand with her legs spread wide and arms above her head. Jenn slipped one of the straps (the one with the holes) between Janice's legs, and the other circular metal ring went around her waist. It was essentially a kind of chastity belt, but the box in back held a remote controlled shock device, which was wired to electrodes welded on to the understand of the strap going through her crotch. Extending from the crotch was a metal phallus positioned to slide nicely up Janice's pussy.

Janice shuddered to think of being locked in this new device, but Jenn closed the waist ring, pulled it uncomfortably tight, and with a small *click* fastened it with a padlock. The metal phallus slid into place automatically with little hassle, filling Janice's cunt hole.

"Time to get dressed," Jenn said, pointing to a pile of clothes in the corner. Janice had been naked for so long now it seemed a little weird putting on clothes, especially these. They were slightly too small for her so that her breasts stretched the knit material of the top showing her nipples clearly. The skirt was plaid, and came only to mid-thigh. Enough to be appropriate with care, but she would need to cross her legs when she sat and not bend over.

There were no panties or bra.

Jenn opened the door to the warehouse, unlocked the chain and then removed the shock collar. What a relief! Janice almost cried with relief when the horrible torture device was removed, and Jenn stroked her face caringly.

"Thank you, Oh... just.. thank you..." Janice kissed Jenn, and their arms wrapped around each other for a moment of real affection.

Then Jenn pulled back.

"Don't thank me yet. Your chastity belt has a shock device in it, and you are still to obey absolutely. I am trusting you out in public but don't embarrass yourself or me and make me knock you down with a zap."

The two girls walked out of the warehouse into the alley. Jenn's car waited there.

As soon as she was outside and felt the sun, the fresh air, the openness of the alley, Janice had an urge to run. It overwhelmed her. She didn't think, didn't feel, she just took off down the alley, away from Jenn. Jenn simply stood and watched.

About 20 yards away at the end of the alley, Janice suddenly faltered, tripped, cried out in agony and fell to the ground. She writhed there, her hands clutching between her legs, struggling and rolling around. Her tight top slid up, exposing her bra-less breasts, and legs spread causing the skirt to rise above her hips, exposing her naked pussy and the wired metal strap that covered it. Her hands struggled with the metal frame that hugged her hips but would not come off.

Jenn slowly walked over to Janice where she writhed on the ground. As she got closer, Janice suddenly stopped writhing and gurgling in pain.

"There is a proximity meter on your obedience belt," Jenn explained, standing over the recovering Janice, who was pulling her clothes down to cover herself. "If you get more than about 30 feet from me the belt kicks in with a continuous shock that won't let up. As you felt, you really don't want that to happen. I recommend you stay close."

Janice crawled to her knees and knelt at Jenn's feet. "I am sorry, Jenn. I don't know what got into me. Just... the feeling of being free. I will be obedient."

"Good girl," Jenn said and kissed the top of Janice's head.

They drove together to a small coffee shop a few blocks away. Jenn ordered them both a coffee and they sat in comfortable chairs in the back. Janice felt wonderful being outside and getting some real food, though the tight metal obedience belt was quite uncomfortable and she had to constantly shift position. She couldn't cross her legs without the metal cutting into her thighs, but she couldn't sit with her legs open without exposing her pussy as she sat. It was a struggle.

After a while they returned to the warehouse, where Janice undressed once again, and curled up to sleep on her pet bed, as she had learned to do.

Over the next several days, Jenn and Janice were inseparable, which was a necessity given the proximity meter. Janice never did find out where Jenn had hidden the based unit it depended on, but a couple of times getting out of range was enough to know it worked. The metal phallus up her cunt turned to a fire of electric shock and she quickly learned to stay close.

Jenn took Janice out repeatedly, on outings and errands. Janice was taught to walk one step behind Jenn with her head bowed at all times, and to be attentive to Jenn's needs. There were a couple of incidents when Janice didn't obey quickly enough to suit Jenn and ended up getting a nice jolt that made her stiffen and yelp. Her naturally tendency was to reach down and try to pull on the metal belt when this happened, but that resulted in her skirt going up and exposing her pussy. She quickly learned to simply take the shock that only lasted a second or two, and then be more obedient.


Two weeks later, Jenn pronounced that Janice's training had reached an end. Janice dressed in her slut schoolgirl outfit and climbed in Jenn's car and they drove to Janice's home.

"I arranged for you to be away on vacation during these last two weeks, so your family and work won't think anything is strange about you being away. I don't expect you to retained your training, but I hope you might have come to the realization that we really are good for each other, as long as you know your place and submit to me. If not, so be it."

Jenn parked two doors down from Janice's house, leaving the engine running.

"Here is how this will work. You get out of the car here. The key to your obedience belt is in the mailbox of your house. I will drive away when you get out of the car, so get to the mailbox as fast as possible. Use the key on the padlock and take off the obedience belt, and go inside, take a shower, and get back to life."

Jenn leaned over and kissed Janice, a long deep kiss. They both felt the connection between them.

Janice opened the door to the car, but before getting out, turned to Jenn and said, "Jenn, you are a total bitch. Just because you shock me into being your fucking slave doesn't mean you are not a bitch. Shock me for saying this, but I fucking hate you, and hope you shrivel and die."

Tears were running down Janice's face as she said this. She got out of the car and ran as fast as she could to her house. Jenn put the car in gear and drove away. In her rear view mirror she saw Janice reach inside the mailbox just as a massive wave of pain hit her. She hung on to the mailbox, scrabbling for the key, and managed to get it before she dropped to the ground as Jenn turned to corner out of site.


That night, Jenn lay in bed reading a Micky Knight mystery novel when the phone rang.


"Janice? Is that you?" Jenn was pretty sure she recognized the voice though it sounded rather quiet and meek.


"What is it Janice? You made yourself pretty clear when I released you today."

"Um... Jenn... " There was silence. Jenn waited.

"Jenn, it's just that... Well. I can't sleep. I don't want to sleep."

"Really, Janice? What's wrong?"

"I miss you Jenn. I've been masturbating all evening thinking about you, between crying and feeling lonely. I don't know what you did to me, but I... I need you..."

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Self Bondage

My name is Mike, and I am not really all that kinky. But there was a time when I began getting into tying myself up and getting off on the process.

I'd played with self bondage for a while, but nothing too complex or involved. It's allure was a mystery to me, but undeniable. I am a guy that can get women if needed; not bad looking and I work out. Still, at least once a month I would end up sneaking off and trying out method of strapping myself into place for a while.

Being a mechanical engineer, I started putting some ideas to the test and ended up planning a scenario that made me hard just thinking about it. It was a huge leap for me, I had never done anything that complex, but I wanted to do it more than anything.

A few days before hand I got a cock cage, a good steel chastity device that was tight and would be pretty difficult to take off. It wasn't easy to lock myself in because I was constantly erect, rock hard, while even handling the device. There was no way I could jam my cock into the small casing of the device. Sitting in the bathroom with my pants down, I pushed and squeezed, but the manual stimulation just made me harder. I finally used a bunch of ice and soaked my cock and balls in it, which shriveled me up enough I could squeeze in. The small padlock went on, clicked into place, and I was secure. I tugged, pushed and pulled but it wasn't going to come off without some surgery or a hacksaw.

The small key for the padlock went into a little padded envelope addressed to myself, which I then took with me to work and mailed at a PO box on the street nearby. Standing at the box I hesitated for a moment, realizing this was the beginning of a chain of events that would not end until Saturday afternoon. It was Wednesday morning.

I normally masturbate once a day, except on days that I am seeing a woman. Those days I typically have more than one orgasm, depending on the woman and situation. Like I say, I have an active sex life outside of self bondage.  The idea of the chastity device was to force me to forego satisfying myself until my self bondage session, planned for Saturday.

The next three work days were difficult. The device wasn't too uncomfortable, but it made me constantly aroused. Then I would start to get an erection, the pressure would become painful and I would hurt. At work, I had to excuse myself from more than one meeting, head to the restroom and run cold water over my encased cock to get some relief. This was dangerous, as it had to be done in the sink, and others might enter the restroom and observe me. The humiliation would have been awful, though I found myself getting off on the risk.

Saturday morning finally rolled around and I had achieved my purpose; going for nearly four days without masturbating or ejaculating a load of semen. The mail came about 10AM, and I knew to expect the package I mailed to myself. All the equipment and devices for my self bondage session was laid out and ready. I simply had to wait for the package to arrive, unlock genitals and begin.

Well, the mail was late. It arrived at 3:00PM. I swear, those were a tough few hours, I wanted to masturbate and actually started trying to fondle myself through the gaps in the device. That just proved frustrating and painful. About noon I went to the hardware store and bought some tools I wanted just to pass the time. I was already thinking of a new complicated device for my next self bondage adventure.

When the mail finally came and the package was there, I breathed a sigh of relief and went into the back bedroom where the self bondage equipment was laid out. It was pretty simple, a pair of handcuffs and a pair of ankle cuffs, joined together in the center. When secured, I was in a basic hogtie, except with metal cuffs and short chains.

First, I put on a ball gag. This step always gave me an extra feeling of constriction and helplessness. The ball was quite large and stretched my jaw painfully wide, though I could bite down on the soft material to relieve the spread and discomfort, if I needed to.

With the gag in place, I undressed, folding my clothes neatly on a chair in the corner of the bedroom. Drapes were drawn (though the window looked out into the back yard and there was little risk of anyone seeing me).

Completely naked and my cock pounding and squeezing painfully inside the CBT 6000, I attached the two metal ankle cuffs, closing them so they were tight. The satisfying feeling of the restrictive metal made me breathe faster in anticipation. I was already drooling from the gag, and the saliva dribbled down my chin onto my chest.

I placed one wrist into the wrist cuffs. Clicking it tightly into place, my body was now partially contorted with knees bent, left wrist pulled behind my back close to my ankles. God, I was horny. But the chastity device wasn't off yet, and that needed to happen.

Taking the key in my right hand I fumbled with the cock-lock, and after some effort managed to get it in position and pushed it into the padlock. The device clicked open and with some one-handed tugging and slightly painful pushing, my testicles slide out of the bracket that encircled them and the cock sheath slid off my penis. I was free. My cock immediately filled with blood, standing hard and straight out.

I resisted the urge to touch and masturbate immediately, and instead turned to locking my last wrist into place. Reaching my right arm behind me I fumbled around until I found the last cuff. The chains joining the cuffs, both ankle and wrist, were quite short and there was a bit of a strain getting into position. When I finally got the last cuff in position I stopped and savored the nervous anticipation for just a moment. This was the moment of commitment, the leap of faith into a state of self invoked helplessness, that brought such a rush. One small action separated me from freedom and complete bondage.

The shackle went around my wrist and ratcheted into place. I was bound. Naked, on my stomach, on the floor of the back second bedroom of my house, unable to move except in small, shuffling wriggles. My throbbing cock was exposed below me, squeezed between my stomach and the carpet. I wanted to hump the carpet, but couldn't; I needed to save my semen.

In front of me on the bed were three metal boxes of my own construction. Each was identical and contained almost identical items.  Here's how they worked:

-  The top of each box had a built in lock that took a key; when the key was turned, the box was turned on, activated and ready for use.
-  In the front of each box was a round hole. This opening led to a modified fleshlight of my own making.  The internal imitation vaginal cavity was modified to exactly fit the length of my erect cock.
-  At the end of the vaginal tube cavity was a tiny funnel leading to a small metal receptacle. This receptacle had simple electrodes built into two opposing sides, Once the receptacle was filled with an electricity conductive fluid, a circuit would be completed which would release an electromagnetic lock, and a key inside a small compartment would then be made available.

The idea was simple. Turn the box on with the key. Stick my cock into the hole, fuck the living daylights out of the box, and when I orgasmed and ejaculated semen, make sure I was in all the way so the end of my cock pressed against the funnel at the end. My semen would then be channeled to the receptacle, the electrical circuit complete, and the key inside would be mine.

Thing was, the key wasn't to my shackles. They key simply turned on the next box. Once inserted into and activating the next box, I had to repeat the process. I had to fuck and ejaculate into the second box in order to unlock the key it contained, which could be used to activate the third box.

The third box was the one that actually contained the key to my restraints.

So the task was to fuck, cum, and ejaculate three times before I could obtain the key to unlock myself.

The challenge was whether I had enough semen in me to do this. I have no problems ejaculating three times, but not one right after the other. I can cum the first time in just a minute or two of intense masturbation. The second time I can do with perhaps 20 minutes of stimulation between. The third time? An hour, at least. Probably more.

I could get out of my restraints at any time, provided I had the semen inside of me to do it.

I had thought of how I might get frustrated and attempt to get the box to release the key by introducing some other fluid. The excitement and arousal of my self bondage experience is based on being helpless, trapped by the rules and situation. I didn't want to cheat. So I thought I might use spit to open the box, but testing showed the spit would never get deep enough through the folds of the fleshlight, and wasn't enough to trigger the closed circuit at the end.

Urination was the other big possibility; simply inserting my cock into the box and peeing would certainly trigger the circuit. I knew I needed a good way to prevent this, and had thought of some complicated mechanisms, but I finally opted for emptying my bladder just before my bondage session began, combined with no fluids for at least 12 hours before hand. This turned out to be quite effective, perhaps more so than I had realized.  Peeing wasn't going to be a possibility for several hours once I began.

Moving the box to another part of the house (like the bathroom) with running water was possible, so the boxes were chained to a small ring installed on the floor. While restrained in the hogtie my mobility was extremely limited and it wasn't going to be possible to move any water out of the bathroom, down the hall and into my bedroom to activate a box. Nope. The best and perhaps only effective way to get out of my restraints was to fuck each of these boxes.

After enjoying my predicament for a moment I decided to get to it and wriggled over to the bed. The ball gag had me drooling pretty well now. Heaving and sliding inches at a time over the carpet made the saliva bubble and foam, as well as giving me carpet burn. I reached the first box, and kicked the bed hard enough to get it down to the floor. I moved slowly into position on top of it. It was metal, the edge dug into my flesh, but there was no choice about the position. I had to get my cock inside, and with my arms secured behind my back there was no other way but to climb on top and hump it.

My cock found the opening and lid in.  It was good. I had lubed the boxes when setting up early that morning, and my cock slid in easily. It throbbed with sensitivity, and the velvet interior of the fleshlight caressed the sensitive flesh. I was going to cum pretty fast. I hadn't had relief in days, and the bondage had me so horny I was ready to spurt right away.

Just as I was getting going grunting and thrusting with my hips, the doorbell rang.

I stopped still for a moment, wondering what to do. Who could it be? My mind raced. My hips began thrusting again, unable to resist the sensation of fucking. Umph. Mmmph. Ugmph. Umph. I moaned and grunted as the doorbell rang a third time. I was going to cum. I felt it. I could feel my insides gathering the liquid, ready to spurt. Then I heard the door open and a voice.

"Oh... my.... god...." A woman's voice. Behind me. Inside the bedroom. It was my next door neighbor, Amy. I had invited her to go out that night, asked her to dinner and she had actually agreed. Amy is an amazingly cute girl, young, bright, pretty, with a perfect body. And she was now standing in my bedroom looking at me shackled, ball gagged, and humping a box on the floor.

I cringed. I stopped fucking the box. I rolled over onto my back to see her standing in the doorway looking at me with the funniest expression of shock, dismay and disbelief. Now laying on my back, my cock throbbed erect over my stomach where she could see it clearly. I wanted to run and hide, my entire body flushed, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn't even really hide my exposed genitals. On my back like this my restrained arms and legs were underneath me, lifting my back and hips up in an obscene display that emphasized my throbbing, bouncing penis and dangling, bulging scrotum.

"Were you... were you attacked? Are you OK?"

I nodded no, and then yes.

"Who did this to you?"

I flushed, and then looked away. I finally said, "Me. I did it to myself" through my gag. It sounded like "mef. ifith ith though mafelth." Or something like that. It was enough for her to understand when I repeated it several times, drooling over myself in the process.

Amy was getting her calm back and surveyed the room with the neatly folded clothes, discarded chastity cage, and odd equipment all about.

"I see. Self bondage. A little overdone, don't you think?"

She understood, somehow. Most people didn't even know what self bondage was, not really. She seemed to have at least a little familiarity with it. Hmmm....

I nodded.

"So, Mike. How are you getting out of this? Any way for me to help?"

I sighed as Amy sat down on the bed and surveyed my naked and restrained body. I considered what she said. I was humiliated and literally wanted to die right then. How could this have happened? Then I remembered... the mail. It had come late. As a result the whole bondage session had started several hours late. Amy had shown up on time, I was just way late getting started and thus getting out of my shackles. What an idiot I was.

Shaking my head to indicate there was nothing she could do, I rolled over onto the box, maneuvered my cock into place, and began fucking it again. It was a lot harder this time; Amy sat there watching me, obviously having fun at my humiliation. I had no choice. I had to complete the process that I had started with.  Amy got down on her knees to see what I was doing, getting close to see the box underneath my hips as I plugged away at it.

As I fucked the box I began to wonder why I hadn't cum already. Was it my gorgeous neighbor watching me with growing amusement? Was it the pain of the metal box jabbing into my stomach? No... there was something else. My cock wasn't feeling the velvet interior of the fleshlight as it should. It was dulled, almost as if...

Oh my god, it hit me. The lube I had used. Lube I had smeared generously over the entrances to all three boxes to help my cock slide in nice and easy? I had grabbed the wrong tube. It was the desensitizing lube. I swore and fucked harder, trying to maximize the stimulation.

Even with the desensitizing cream all over my cock, it only took another minute or too before I shuddered, moaned, thrust deep and felt the tip of my cock press against the funnel. The semen spurted out and almost immediately there was a click and the lock on the tiny key compartment was released. I kept pushing, straining, finishing my orgasm and dumping a complete load out. Four days of pent up orgasm took my body in waves.

When I was finally done I slid my cock out of the hole in the box and saw the key where it had fallen on the floor.

Amy sounded fascinated and amused. "Oh, I see... wow, Mike, I would never have though this of you. You fucked the box and it gave you the key. So all we have to do now is unlock these... chain thingies, and you can take me to dinner, right?"

I was so.... humiliated. I wanted to melt into the ground. Amy picked up the key and tried to fit it into one of the shackles. I shook my head and moaned. "Ith goeth tho the mexth phoxth."

It was really, really, hard to talk around the massive ball gag. It took three tries before she understood.

"Well. OK. Fine. I guess.. you have to fuck two more boxes? Huh. Mike, this is some first date you have me on."

Tears came to my eyes. At least she hadn't freaked out and called the police, but I almost would have preferred that. As it was she was just sitting there almost laughing at me. But oh, she was beautiful to look at. My cock was hard again, and it was embarrassing for her to see it but there was nothing I could do to hide it except roll on my stomach. Amy was kind enough to take the second box down from the bed and put it on the floor.

"Well, OK, Mike. I don't think I have ever seen anything as weird as this. Let's see what you can do. Fuck that box of yours. Impress me."

It was too soon. I could try fucking the box, but what would happen if I had a dry cum? It might be even longer before I could cum again! I needed to time this right. Plus, I knew now that the lube on the boxes was in reality numbing cream and it was going to take three times as much effort to reach climax as usual. I needed to wait.

Yep. Waiting, naked, tied in a hogtie, cock flapping around, exposed for Amy to sit and observe and me completely unable to do anything about it.  Amy sat for a while and finally said, "Hey, I am going to go fix a drink. Seems like this might take a bit."

She left the room and I heard her in the kitchen, getting out a glass and pouring some liquor. When she came back I tried to make myself understood.

"Pou ah dink iii thffuuu hooooooowww"

"What is that, Mike?"

I repeated myself, trying to get it across that I wanted her to pour her drink into the hole to trigger the release mechanism. She finally understood.

"Mike. You went to so much trouble to set this up, I don't think I should interfere. And you know, pouring the drink in there might fry the circuitry, and keep the box locked forever. Besides... it is kind of fun watching you." Amy smiled a slightly cruel smile. God she was sexy. I wanted to fuck her, but was tied up and needed to fuck some boxes first.

She was right, a drink might actually leak and zap the electronics. I grunted, rolled over on top of the second box and began pushing my way inside. Amy slapped my ass as I began humping. I think a tear of complete humiliation trickled down one cheek at that point, but I kept fucking the box.

The inside felt OK. I was aroused, I really wanted to come again. My body was crying for relief, and I humped vigorously, but the numbing cream took most of the sensation away. It wasn't even as good as dry humping through jeans (heck, when I was in high school I creamed my pants more than once that way).

I pumped hard, straining, as if contracting muscles could force semen out even without an orgasm. In the process I almost (but not quite) forgot about the beautiful girl with a vodka tonic sitting on the bed watching me. My moans crept around the large rubber ball belted into my mouth. Drool foamed and covered my chin and neck. I thrust, each thrust pressing the end of my cock against the small funnel at the end of the imitation vagina. I thought about Amy and what she would feel like under me, wondered if I would get inside her tonight.

The orgasm came unexpectedly, suddenly. One moment I was straining hard, the next I was jerking, pushing in and against the funnel. I let out a long, low moan as the warm flood of pleasure spread across my body. My cock ached with the effort when I was done and slid out. I rolled over and went flaccid almost immediately this time.

Amy leaned down and picked up the key that had plunked out while I was straining to push out as much cum as I could.

"So... this one is for the next box. Let me check it." She inserted the key and turned it.

"Do you want to try this now? I knew a guy once, he could cum three times in a row, no problem. Well, maybe with just a couple minutes between."

Amy took the fleshlight and slipped it over my cock slowly and gently. It was difficult getting my flaccid cock inside but she wrapped her hand around its shaft and pushed it in. The touch of her hand was electric, even with desensitizing cream all over it. My cock gained some hardness, enough to stay in the fleshlight, and Amy began sliding it up and down. I tried, I really did. Having her help was almost as good as being inside her... well, not nearly as good as that. But it was exciting nonetheless. But it was no use. My cock never reached full, throbbing hardness and the aching told me there was no way I would ever cum.

I shook my head. She didn't know about the numbing cream. In addition, I realized that in not drinking anything over the last day I had not only deprived my bladder of liquid, but I had also reduced my prostate's ability to produce semen. It actually hurt between my legs. I needed a rest.

Amy took the fleshlight off and lay it down. I lay motionless, except for my panting from exertion. My legs splayed wide like a dog wanting a tummy scratch. Amy had her hand in her lap, between her legs. She wore jeans but the hand was pressing against her pussy through the denim. Moving just ever so slightly, and pressing. She was enjoying the show in more ways than one.

She watched me, sipping her drink. I lay on the floor, my panting subsiding. My legs were cramping so I wriggled to try and get more comfortable. Being restrained like this was a thrill for me, as always. Having Amy sitting and watch me as I tried to find a comfortable position... that was not as much of a thrill. I pulled and yanked and wriggled in my hogtie and got myself rolled over onto my side, facing away from her.

Laying on the carpeted floor quietly, I patiently waited. This was part of the experience I had planned and wanted. If I had wanted to get in and out of bondage fast, I would have just arranged a single box. The whole point of the process was to extend my time in restraints, to enhance my feeling of helplessness, forcing me to stay in bondage. By assuring that I would need to wait until my body could recover enough to orgasm with some ejaculate once again, the whole setup made me feel completely helpless. I got off on that.

Having Amy watch me made me feel even more helpless.

My original plan had been that it would be an hour, maybe a little more, before I was able to get out. Worst case, I figured it would be a couple of hours in restraints before I could muster myself to get my cock hard for the third time and ejaculate something to release me.

My cock was still flaccid.

Amy went into the living room and came back with a book. I lay on my side. I realized I was thirsty. No water or other liquids for 14, 15 hours now. I was getting really thirsty and unhappy about it. My cock was maybe half erect.

How long had it been? A half hour? An hour? Amy sat in a chair, her long legs stretched out. She kicked off her shoes and her feet idly made their way to my genitals. They fondled and slowly played with my flesh as she read. I wasn't sure she even knew what she was doing.

After a while her toes urged my cock to slowly stand up, pointing ridiculously toward the ceiling. But just because my cock was hard didn't even mean I could fuck and get out of this; if I had no semen, just dry cum, it would be for nothing. I had to be patient, which was exactly what the scene was about.

"So, Mike... " Amy put the book down and knelt down next to my face, her long brown hair hanging down next to me. She smelled nice.

"So... I sort of like seeing you like this. It's fun. And you have a nice body. Would you, well, would you like to have sex? On the bed? Now? You've made me rather horny."

I looked up at her beautiful face, and my eyes wandered to where her nipples made slight bumps in her top. A whimper escaped my ball gagged lips. My cock was erect. I wanted to do it. Like, really, really wanted to get inside this girl.

Amy lay down next to me and put her hand on my face, and then ran her soft fingers down my arm and side, feeling my ribs as they went. I twitched from the sensuous tickle.

"I'd really like to feel you, right now. Is it OK if I touch?"

I nodded. Her hand continued down to my hips. Her fingers slid over my stomach to my rock hard cock and touched, very lightly. It bounced in response. She stroked it very lightly while looking into my eyes.

"So, what do you say, Mike? Shall I get naked, maybe straddle you and slip you inside?"

I whimpered and nodded my head. All I wanted to as get inside her, thrust and push, making her body jerk and bounce with my force, until I unloaded deep inside her pussy.

She didn't move.

"But... if we do that, you won't get to fuck your little box there. At least, not for a while longer. Would it be worth it? I mean, how long would you have to wait before you could get enough cum inside you to do whatever it is you need to do?"

She had been teasing me. If I fucked her now, it might be another 12 hours before I would have enough semen to ejaculate into the receptacle. And fuck, I was thirsty. I really needed to get a drink before then. Who knows, I might have something in my bladder in a couple of hours, but I had never tested the boxes with urine and while I was pretty sure it would work I didn't actually know. I had done too good of a job of dehydrating myself.

I shook my head.

Amy sat back, fondling my body, touching me, enjoying my helpless state. She took some of the saliva that ran over my cheek, chin and chest, and smeared it about.

I know my body pretty well, and it wasn't ready. I was hard and could fuck, but it would be a dry cum. Or just a little semen, maybe not enough to make it through the funnel and into the receptacle. Risky. I moaned and sighed, jerking and struggling against my restraints. My shoulders were cramping now in addition to my thighs.

Amy had her second, and then third drink, put on some music and danced for a bit as I lay helpless. It was fun watching her dance; she had a lithe, fluid way of moving her body that made me think she would be amazing in bed.

I don't know how long it was, but I finally decided to risk having a go at the box. I rolled over, wriggled and straining until I was on top and aimed my hard tool for the hole. It slipped in; the sensation was amazing. The numbing cream from before had warn off, though the fresh cream would start its work in moments. I started fucking hard, trying to get as much sensation as I could before the cream made it harder.

Amy encouraged me.

"That's it, Mike. Show me how it's done. Fuck it. Fuck that thing, deep, push deep."

I did, too. The numbing cream got to me almost immediately but I kept going. Sweat broke out on my body as I worked, training and struggling against my restraints in addition to thrusting into the small box beneath me.

Nothing was coming. It felt good to have my cock inside something, I sensed and enjoyed my nakedness and being restrained in the hogtie position was exciting. But my body didn't want to reach orgasm. I kept going.

The interior of the fleshlight was soft and shouldn't cause any soreness, but my cock began to feel raw from constant friction. My balls ached from slapping against the side of the metal box with each thrust. I kept going. My thighs shook, the muscles strained to weakness. My stomach ached from the box edges jamming up into my flesh. Cramps rippled through my body, distracting me

I thought I felt a climax on the horizon. I pushed toward it with my hips. Concentrating. Amy's voice was in my head urging me on. I thought of her body beneath me, imagined that she was wrapped around my cock, legs wrapped around my ass. It helped a little.

The humiliation helped a little too. Yes, I was still incredibly embarrassed. I was laying on my floor, chained tightly with cuffs, porking a little metal box in front of my incredibly sexy, smart neighbor, whom I hardly knew. I was a slave to the mechanics of the box, and only debauched sexual exhibitionism would release me. Wow did this get me off!

It hurt when it finally came. My whole body shuddered as I pushed as hard as I could to get semen out of me. My cock pressed against the small funnel, and then I pulled back and stroked in and out several more times then pushed in hard again as I felt muscles contracting. My whole body was bathed in sweat from exertion.

Panic filled my brain. This had to work. I had to squeeze out enough juice to open the box. If it didn't work, it would be hours before I could try again.

The climax reached its peak and then quickly subsided. My genitals ached. My whole body ached.

Pulling out and rolling off of the box I looked down and saw the key. It had worked. Relief flooded through me as I wriggled around to get my hands near the key on the carpet. Amy had stepped back and was watching my struggles.

I got the key and angled it around between fingers so that it faced one of the handcuff locks. With a little work the key sunk home and with a tiny click the cuff was unlocked. One hand free. I worked on the other, faster this time. Hands free, legs straightened out... wow, that felt good. Getting out of self bondage was a thrill in itself. I rolled over, unlocked the ankle cuffs then reached behind my head to unbuckle the gag.

"Oh my god... thank god... oh my god..." I was exhausted, panting, sweaty, sore, and relieved. Amy handed me a drink, which I gulped down.

"I hope you don't mind that I didn't let you out. It was fun."

"It's OK," I said. "It would have been a little risky. I need to put these boxes through a few more tests. Maybe add a fail safe for something."

"You were very, very sexy. I liked seeing you forced to fuck an inanimate object in order to free yourself. I... well, let's just say I enjoyed."

I stood up, my naked body close to her clothed one. She looked up at me for the first time that evening and we kissed.

"Well, thank you for a wonderful evening," Amy said when the kiss ended.

"What? I know this wasn't exactly... well, it was pretty embarrassing, but your presence made it... unexpectedly pleasurable. I thought we might still do dinner?"

"No." Amy was firm. "I work tomorrow morning and it is getting late. It's almost 10. Maybe some other time. Let me know next time you decide to lock yourself up."

She turned and left me standing naked in the room, spent, nothing left inside me but wanting more. Wanting her.

Maybe someday soon.

Friday, January 9, 2015

Judicially Mandated Prison Torture

The guy was cute, in a large, muscular construction worker sort of way. Anna had accepted the drink when he offered to buy it, and had even flashed him some side boob. She liked flirting with men, especially hunks like this one. Anna was a gorgeous woman about 30 with long legs, long dark hair, flat stomach and nice sized boobs. She had no trouble attracting whatever man she wanted.

Things changed when she decided not to take him home with her, and he turned ugly. The parking lot was deserted that late, and he had forced his way into Anna's car, tearing her skirt when he shoved her legs apart and wedged his hips between her thighs. His hands were on her breasts, pushing and tearing her blouse away as she struggled, surprised and panicked at the man's force.

When his cock entered her, it hurt. He was large, very large, and she wasn't lubricated, but he pushed hard. His cock was so hard it felt like she was being impaled by a spear, and the deeper he went the wider her soft flesh was spread. She cried out at that point, her sounds of pain mingling with his grunts of pleasure as he shoved deeper into her and began thrusting until he spurted a huge load of semen deep inside her.

They caught him a week later. Trace evidence from her car as well as his semen, and the bruising and lacerations on Anna's body combined to provide enough evidence for a fast conviction. He was sent away to Richland prison for a five year term.

Now Anna stood in a small, darkened room in the prison, looking through a one way mirror. She was waiting to observe the man who had raped her. Barely a month into his sentence and had been approved for remedial torture as a means to reduce his sentence. Ever since the Fair Sentence Reduction Act had been passed, torture had become a replacement for time served, and prisoners could cut their time in prison from years to months, if they were willing to undergo a series of controlled, intense torture sessions.

Now, the bastard that had penetrated and damaged Anna's body was scheduled to undergo his first voluntary torture session. Two hours of pain in exchange for a month off his sentence. It didn't seem fair to Anna, but it was happening. At least she had been invited to watch the prisoner as he suffered in the room on the other side of the mirror.

The torture chamber she saw through the mirror didn't look at all like a torture chamber, but more like a small operating room. White tile covered the floor and walls, extending to a painted white ceiling. In the center of the room was a metal chair with straps, adjustable for a number of positions. Above the chair was a large adjustable light, and to the side were a couple of small cabinets. The whole thing looked extremely sterile, bright, and empty.

The door in the other room opened and a tall good looking blond woman, barely Anna's age, entered with a metal tray covered with medical instruments. She set them down on the top of a cabinet to the side and turned as a man in prison jeans and shirt was led in by two guards.

"Thank you gentlemen," the woman said to the guards, who proceeded to unlock the shackles that had restrained the prisoner. They left the room, closing the door behind them. Even now, Anna stared at the man, feeling the physical attraction of the brute mixing with her fear and hatred of what he had done to her.

"Greetings, Kyle. My name is Melanie and I am the Pain Tech assigned to your case. Remove your clothes and put them on the chair, there." The woman in the next room indicated a chair on the side of the room.

"Whatcha mean, bitch? I ain't takin' my clothes off for some woman." The prisoner's voice was harsh and brought memories to Anna that she wished she could forget, the way he had grunted her name as he had slapped her and held her down as he thrust into her in the back seat of her car.

"Kyle, you have had the rules explained. This is voluntary. You want to do this or not? I am not going to waste time." Melanie spoke in a very matter of fact way.

The prisoner, Kyle, grunted, stared for a moment, then removed his clothes. As he removed his shirt, Anna gasped, seeing the full size and muscle of the man for the first time. He removed his pants, revealing narrow hips and strong legs.

"Your underwear, as well, please." Melanie sounded almost bored, as if she had been through this many times. Of course, thought Anna, she probably has.

Kyle removed his underwear revealing a tight ass and genitals that made Anna gasp again. While the man's cock had actually been inside her cunt, she had never seen it, just felt it. Seeing it now for the first time she was amazed it hadn't done more damage. He was huge, with a fine large scrotum holding big testicles behind his thick shaft.

"Sit back in the chair," Melanie directed. Kyle climbed into the chair, snickering, and then took hold of his cock and stroked it a few times. It began to swell with an erection.

"Take a good look babe, I might just give you some of this later. You want it don't you? I know you do. All bitches do." Kyle spat out the words as if they were knives, but Melanie simply began strapping him into the chair, securing his legs and arms, his waist, and finally chest. Kyle fell silent as he felt himself slowly becoming immobile, his bravado draining away as he became more helpless in the torture chair.

Melanie took a strap with a bulge from a cabinet and held it up to Kyle's face. "Open your mouth."

"Fuck you, bitch. You gonna hurt me cause I get out earlier if you do, but I don't have to be humiliated! You remember this face, bitch, cause when this is all over and I get out of here, I might just come get you, sometime, when you don't expect it."

"Kyle, this is just a job, nothing personal. The gag is to keep you from biting off your tongue during the procedure. Now, how silly would you be trying to impress some babes if you can't talk because you have no tongue, eh?" Melanie smiled sweetly.

Kyle looked confused for a moment, not wanting to allow Melanie any more power over him, but obviously afraid. Finally he opened his mouth, the gag went in, and Melanie buckled it behind his head.

"Now you are all safe and secure, I will be right back. Just hang on a second, and don't go anywhere, OK?" Melanie gave a light laugh of irony as she stepped out the door into the hall. Moments later she opened the door to the observation room in which Anna was standing.

"Hi, Anna. I'm Melanie, the Pain Tech that will be putting dear Kyle here through his paces today." Anna shook Melanie's hand. "I was wondering... I am not supposed to do this, but considering what an asshole this guy is, and what he did to you... would you like to come inside and have a closer look?"

"Oh.... well... I mean, will it be safe?" Anna was taken aback.

"Sure. He can't get out of the chair, and by the time his session is over, he won't be in any condition to do much of anything but drool and be dragged back to recovery. Come on, it will be fine. Let's play." And with this last sentence, Melanie smiled in a wicked way that made Anna realize that she was more than a tech; she liked her job. A lot.

They left the observation room and entered the chamber. Kyle turned his head to observe the two beautiful women as they entered. His eyes grew large in recognition when he saw Anna, and he tried to speak. All that got past the gag was a muffled, distorted series of grunts, but the message was clear. He didn't like the idea of Anna being there.

Anna surveyed his body up close. In another situation, another circumstance, she could have seen herself fucking Kyle. She liked men with good bodies, and her eyes wandered to his cock, laying on his abdomen, half erect. Kyle saw her gaze and was obviously aroused by it, for his cock pulsed and began hardening further.

Melanie flipped a switch and the torture chair moved on quiet motors, leaning back and then raising Kyle's legs into the air, spreading them wide, wide, wider, until his genitalia were easily accessible and exposed. She stepped in and described what she was doing to Anna, who stood close and observed.

"So, first we will wrap the strap around his scrotum just above his testicles. This puts pressure on the testicles in the sack, reducing their natural ability to move, to flop about, you know. Makes it easier to manipulate, in this case to apply the injection."

Melanie took Kyle's scrotum in her hand and lifted his testicles gently up, then wound the strap around their base. As she did this, the heavy scrotal flesh stretched and grew tight around the blobs of tissue inside. Kyle began to struggle instinctively from feeling his most tender body parts manipulated.

"Now, Kyle, this part doesn't hurt. Honest. It won't start to hurt for just a bit." Melanie spoke condescendingly, as if to a child patient in a hospital.  Then she spoke to Melanie. "So, now we simply inject the pain medication into each of his testicles. He has rather large testicles, so the dose is a little higher than normal."

Melanie picked up a large syringe, pulled the cap off the large needle, and positioned it next to the distended scrotal flesh. Kyle started whimpering in fear, and struggled against the straps more.

"The insertion of the needle might cause some pain, in fact it would be considered quite painful by most men." With this Melanie shove the needle through the taught flesh. Kyle jumped and gave a muffled squeal behind the gag. "But, compared to the results of the pain medication, this is nothing."

Melanie pushed the plunger and the clear liquid was pushed into Kyle's testicle. It was apparently a painful process, because Kyle reacted strongly, his naked body jerking and grunts coming from his gag.  The needle was withdrawn and Melanie repositioned it next to the other testicle. She continued describing the process as she injected again.

"The scrotal flesh isn't particularly sensitive, at least no more than any other. The testicle itself is covered by a hyper sensitive layer of tissue, as well as nerve bundles that extend from the testicles back up into the abdomen. This pain medication is a mix of a number of agents, like methyl bromide and capsaicin, which act directly on the pain nerves to excite them."

The injection was completed and needle removed, and Melanie wiped a couple of small drops of blood from Kyle's tight scrotal flesh. Kyle was shaking slightly, his whimpering subdued, eyes closed.

"So now we wait a bit. Not long, perhaps five minutes, while the injected liquid permeates the testicle and epididymis. When that happens, Kyle here will discover what true pain is."

Melanie disposed of the syringe then turned back to watch. Anna stood and watched in fascination as Kyle lay on the chair, strapped to he could only move slightly. He was chewing on the gag, mostly out of tension and nerves, but after a minute or so he moaned and his face took on a concerned look. His eyes scrunched and he grunted, and wriggled against the straps again. It was clear the pain was beginning to take hold.

Anna was about to ask how much pain the injection caused when Kyle opened his eyes wide and screamed. The sound was slightly muffled because of the gag, but it was a good, long, loud scream. Kyle looked wildly at Melanie, with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Yes, Kyle, this is the beginning. Your dose is designed to last about two hours, maybe a bit more. Nothing to do now but endure it. Just lay back and feel the pain..." Melanie had an intense, satisfied look on her face.

Kyle was jerking against the straps, muscles straining. The pain was obviously getting worse, and his body took on a slightly shiny sheen.

"Ah, Anna. Notice he is sweating; this is an indication that the pain levels are really getting up there. As the pain increases, he will become less and less aware of his surroundings."

Anna watched Kyle's muscular body strained against the straps, shaking now as the nerves in his genitals fired their pain signals more and more intensely. He was biting hard on the bit, tears flowing from his eyes.

Noticing something unusual, Anna watched and finally asked Melanie something. "Melanie... his cock is hard. He has a stiff erection. Is it supposed to do that? Is he like, some sort of pain freak pervert?"

Melanie laughed. "Well, no, at least not at the moment. It is a curious byproduct of these drugs in some men, it gives them a raging erection. In a few men, I've actually seen ejaculation during the torture session. With those men, repeated treatments can have an odd effect-- pain begins to become an arousal factor for them. In other words, they associate pain with sexual pleasure, as if the two are the same thing. That is rather rare though."

Kyle was foaming at the mouth, saliva drooling out as he panted and screamed from the pain. His throbbing erection seemed out of place, and yet somehow... appropriate to Anna. He had caused her a lot of physical and mental pain obtaining pleasure, it seemed right that he should now have intense pain combined with sexual pleasure.

This thought grew in Anna's mind, until she suddenly turned to Melanie and asked, "Can I touch him?"

Melanie looked a little surprised, but said "Well, yes. Don't do anything that will leave a mark or endanger his life, or I get in trouble. This is supposed to be controlled. But sure, go ahead."

The women were speaking with raised voices to be heard over Kyle's continuous screaming and sobs. The pain had reached a peak and he was alternating gasps and screams, sobbing, and trying to beg through the gag.

Anna reached out to Kyle, and touched his hardened cock. Kyle thrashed against the straps as much as he could, but the movement was quite restricted and Anna was able to grasp the thick member in her hand with ease. It throbbed in her fingers, and she squeezed. The cock throbbed again, pulsing as Kyle tried to thrust his hips up and down, more because of the pain than any arousal, but the movement still looked like Anna was masturbating him and he was joining in.

Anna squeezed again, and Kyle's cock pulsed.

Anna took her other hand and slapped Kyle's distended, bound ballsack. Kyle reacted, jerking his body. Anna slid her hand down the massive cock, her fingers barely surrounding the thick flesh rod. She hit the ballsack again when her hand reached the base of Kyle's cock, and Kyle grunted through tears.

"Well, that's a new twist." Melanie watched with interest as Anna stroked Kyle's cock, periodically whacking his testicles.

"Huh... yeah..." Anna grabbed Kyle's balls and twisted. Kyle screamed, thrusting his hips up in reaction, causing Anna's hand to slide down his cock.

Anna felt the reaction before it was visible. She twisted the ballsack, squeezing hard as she stroked the throbbing penis once again, but this time the throbbing was more of a convulsion, and as Kyle yelled and screamed from pain, sperm came squirting out from the end of his cock, spraying over his stomach and chest.  Anna stopped her stroking and simply squeezed, feeling the contractions as huge gobs of cum spurted out of Kyle.

Finally, it appeared to be over. Kyle continued to thrash about, grunting and yelling out from continued pain in his balls. Anna let go of his cock and stepped back. Melanie handed her a tissue.

"Thanks. I... I didn't know I was going to do that."

"Oh, that's quite all right," said Melanie. "Playing with the victims is an unofficial perk of this job. I might have uh... estimated the dose a little high, too. He is just now peaking, and it's been more than an hour. He might last three hours instead of two."

Kyle's eyes were glazed and the drool foamed over his gag, snot draining from his nose as he screamed, writhed and grunted in the pain chair.

Anna watched for a while longer, feeling some sense of justice mixed with... something else. She was enjoying this. It was actually fun watching this big, handsome, macho guy writhe in pain, and it was especially fun to be able to touch and play and tease him while it happened. She was really getting off on it.

"Melanie. His cock is still hard."

"Yeah, I noticed that. He is still reacting to the meds pretty strongly." Melanie was silent for a moment, then said "So... can I give it a try?"

Anna smiled and stepped back, motioning Melanie to take her place. Melanie grabbed Kyle's cock and squeezed, then stroked. Anna could see it pulse under the stimulation. Melanie then pulled her arm all the way behind her back, made her hand into a fist, and rammed it into his testicles as hard as she could.

Kyle screamed, and as he thrust his hips around Melanie stroked his cock hard and fast. When Kyle's hips and moans subsided, she punched him in the balls again, as hard as she could. This time when Kyle thrust up and Melanie stroked hard, the cock pulsed, jerked, and with a loud, long, wail, Kyle came once again, spewing a huge load of sperm over his stomach, all the way to his chest, where it mixed with the already drying load from earlier.

When it was over, Melanie punch Kyle's balls once again, hard.  Anna felt Kyle's scream penetrate her body, shake it. The sound seemed to release her sexual desires as never before, like a trigger. She was breathing hard and her hand slid down to her jeans. Unable to delve under the fabric she rubbed her pussy through the denim before she realized was she was doing.

Melanie caught what she was doing, and grinned. "You really are made for this."

Anna flushed with embarrassment, but in her mind she had to admit that there was something incredibly exciting about what had happened, and it involved everything. Her feeling of hatred for Kyle, the feeling of justice in seeing him suffer, as well as simple enjoyment in his pain. And somewhere, deep down, Melanie... she played a part. She liked Melanie, she... wanted Melanie.

Another 20 minutes went by, during which Kyle's screams and moans slowly subsided. Finally, Melanie said, "Well, Anna, I think it is probably time for you to go. You can't be here when he finishes up and the guards come to take him to recovery. It's been... fun?"

Anna took one last look at Kyle's twisted face, sweat trickling down his body, which no longer thrashed against the straps. "Yes. Thank you Melanie. I mean it. It was... well..."

Melanie quickly put her arm around Anna and kissed her, unexpectedly, but Anna sank into the kiss, knowing that she had wanted this all along. When they finally broke, Melanie said, "Will you come to his next session? It's in a month. I would love to see you again. Here."

"Yes," Anna said. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Anna turned and left, feeling the exhilaration of her newly found sadism, combined with the anticipation of a new found relationship with someone that shared her secret desires.