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7/2/2012 7:28:25 PM

She grabs my hair and forces my head deep between her legs until my mouth is securely mounted on her pussy lips. She orders me to use my tongue and make her cum. I feverishly bathe her clitoris with my tongue and lips in the hope to make her orgasm. She looks down at me and says, “ Just relax my slave; the punishment is for my good and is necessary.” I look up at her with begging eyes… “please make it stop.” “Pain is important… then the pleasure is that much better…. Now make me cum before I take you to a new level of pain.” I lick and lick… she pushes her hips forward into my mouth until her anus is at the tip of my tongue… “Lick it… I want your tongue in deep…. make me cum now!” I’m not able to make her cum on command, although she is very close. “Not good enough… fuck him harder,” she ordered to the other dominatrix… a latex clad woman on the other end of the thick, black strap-on dildo she was pounding my ass without mercy. Every joust of her dildo deep into my anus pounded against my ass cheeks… dripping with oil, my ass muscles jiggling as they’re slammed over and over again.

I’m being held captive as a sex slave in a basement… completely equipped like a torture chamber you’d see in an underground BDSM movie. The light is dim, with a dark red glow… when the sexual punishment begins, a strobe light is always used… disorienting me… forcing me to focus on the bondage… the music… the whipping… the penetration… the punishment. The walls are solid stone, equipped with wooden racks holding numerous bondage, discipline and S&M devices. In one corner of the large chamber, there is a black padded massage table with chains bolted to each corner, obviously designed to restrain the slave being sexually abused and punished. In the adjacent corner of the room, a chain hangs from the high ceiling with a spreader bar attached… below that is another spreader bar chained to the stone floor… intended to shackle the slave spread-eagle for long punishment sessions with the whip… I have already experienced this relentless torture. The Dominatrix derives her greatest pleasure from the whipping sessions… from observing my oiled, body bound in chains… squirming from each lashing of her whip… from the muffled screams I make under a red ball-gag. She is careful to always push my body to almost complete exhaustion… I pray and hope each day of my bondage that I won’t fall under the whip… as the Dominatrix knows every whipping session that it forces a very large and hard erection… I concentrate hard to avoid a hard-on, but it is an uncontrollable physiological reaction – the Dominatrix assumes this is sexual desire… and that I secretly want it. In the another corner of the chamber is a padded saw horse with shackles chained to each leg of the horse… designed to restrain the sex slave… bent over at the waist with legs and arms spread and extended… exposing his anus for punishment – whether for strap-on dildo punishment pleasure for the Dominatrix, torture at the end of a fucking machine for the Dominatrix’s viewing pleasure, or another position for whipping sessions. Then there’s an alcove off of this back wall… a small stone walled circular chamber with a steel cage door; on the wall in this little alcove are steel shackles bolted to the wall… five… one for the neck, one for each wrist, and one for the ankles. I have not been tortured in this room, but presume it’s only a matter of time… and I don’t know what type of sexual discipline and punishment happens in this room… I don’t want to find out. This brings us full circle to the predicament I’m in now in the fourth corner of the chamber, wrists, legs, and ankles strapped on all fours to a black leather padded milking chair… a leather collar with leash controlling both the movement of my head and forceful tugs from the second Dominatrix to keep me focused on my task… making both of them cum constantly and consistently. This time the moans from the constant pounding on my anus aren’t muffled by a ball-gag, but by the dominatrix’s pussy gushing with cum into my mouth… under the influence of her heavy orgasm, she firmly orders to the other dominatrix… “Continue fucking him hard until he drinks every drop of my cum… I just want him punished no matter what! It makes me cum when I see him punished, and I want to cum again!” “As you wish Mistress,” the other Dominatrix said, “but I want the same from him when you’re done.” “Good, he needs to be punished and I think he knows this. I have a new electric twisting strap-on I want to use on him when it’s your turn for pleasuring… it’s call ‘the drill’.” As she looks down at me, stripped, chained on all fours, oiled with ass feverishly quivering in the red light with strobe from consistent pounding to the beat of the heavy erotic music, she sees my mouth covered with her cum, dripping out of my mouth as I struggle with my tongue to lick her clean. “Every drop slave, or I swear you’ll be in tears with the next dildo I use on you, and I’ll make this next punishment session last until the sun comes up! Do you understand me?” As I look up at her to answer, I have to stop and swallow all of her cum before I can answer; “Yes Mistress. If I please both of you tonight, will you release me?” I ask with her cum smeared around my lips and dripping off my chin… voice shaking as I’m being fucked hard from behind. She looks at me with almost caring eyes, gently smiles and says, “Oh sweetheart, of course not. You belong to us now… we own you. You’re only purpose is to bring us pleasure through your sexual punishment… everyday. Now drink my cum sweetheart… every drop.”

The other dominatrix begins moaning as she continues to penetrate me; “Mistress, I’m going to cum... sliding in and out of him, watching his oiled ass quivering and glistening … his back arched with my control of his leash… I’m really going to cum.” “Quickly pull out and come over her… I want to watch him drink your cum too… it makes me wet when he does this,” the head Mistress orders. She slides her dildo out of me and walks to my front, slipping in front of the head Dominatrix… she rips off her strap-on and pulls the leash to direct my mouth directly on to her pussy… “Drink her cum slave… now,” the head mistress commands. “I’m cumming… I’m cumming very hard.” Her cum flowed out of her fast… thick, and a lot of it… it completely filled my mouth… I could not swallow fast enough… I gagged as cum dripped off my mouth and chin. “Clean me slave… every drop off my pussy lips… my anus… my inner thighs… that’s it. You are a good slave. Oh, we have so much planned for you. Everything down here was specifically designed for you… for your pain… our pleasure… your punishment. Everything here is real… we know you secretly fantasize about BDSM… to nervous to actually experience it… always trying to hide it from everyone, but you couldn’t hide it from two very bound and determined Dominatrices who wanted to find a true sexual slave… one for whom we could devise a plan to be sold into slavery. Only it wasn’t an innocent game you thought it was the other night. When you entered the basement of the massage therapists home the other night, you were being prepared to be auctioned off as a sex slave… to a lucky Dominatrix. You thought you were only going to a massage appointment, but when you laid your naked body on the table, you were drugged with sleeping gas. Your wrists and ankles were chained to the table, and each Dominatrix was given 20 minutes to test you… abuse you. You were spanked, whipped, fucked, sucked and milked… ten different times. After we had our taste, the decision was immediate. We paid top dollar, collared you and transported you from the auction to your new home… our punishment chamber. There is no escape… stone, steel and leather will keep you in bondage. If you can mentally accept this, your daily sexual punishment will eventually bring you pleasure too… there is no alternative. We don’t expect you to accept this for quite some time, and frankly we prefer it like this… it brings us immense sexual pleasure to watch you resist your sexual punishment and abuse. We both have some physiological abnormalities… we are sexually insatiable… hence the need for an actual sexual slave. Every punishment session is video recorded… daily. So, during the time you’re allowed to rest, recuperate, and regenerate cum, we watch your sexual punishment on large screen video and masturbate… often times with other women that pay us to watch you on screen… some of these women we will also allow to use you from time to time. So, remove from your mind that you’ll escape your sexual bondage… you won’t. Accept that your body… you… are owned, by us. Lastly, if you think you can overpower us, remove that from your mind as well. The collar you wear is not only leather and steel, but is electric and will completely incapacitate you temporarily if you resist… ever. Your punishment will never end… ever. You’re our slave on a leash… you will always need to be punished.”

I was in complete shock from this explanation of my current situation. In shock, my body restraints were removed, and I was led by my leash and collar to the black leather padded table in the other corner of the torture chamber. The Dominatrixes laid me on my back face-up. My hands were immediately shackled above my head with the chains on the corners of the bed… the same was done with my ankles. Both women now took time to work me… while the head mistress proceeded to French kiss me, licking the cum that was still moist around my mouth and face, the other dominatrix inserted a finger in my anus and began to massage my prostate while she sucked my cock… the entire length of my shaft.” “Now darling, make sure you beg for permission to cum before your release… otherwise it’s on to a whipping and strap-on session you’ll never forget.” I wanted out. I wanted to be released from my bondage. It was the only thing I think of… how do I get out? I thought it was the only thing I could think of… but as these two Masters worked my body, I had no choice… I was going to cum on their command. “Mistress, I’m going to cum… please may I cum.” “No slave, you may not cum yet,” said the head Mistress. Panic set in… I couldn’t handle another session of punishment. “Beg slave… beg,” she said. “Mistress, please… I beg you as your slave… please… please let me cum… I beg you,” I pleaded. “Now you may cum slave… there we go… much better, but if you cum, you better cum enough for both of us… do you understand me?” “Yes Mistress!” I cried. “I’m cumming… oh fuck I’m cumming!” The Dominatrix pumped her finger in and out of my ass rapidly across my inner prostate. My body began to gyrate uncontrollably in the restraints… I exploded. The Mistress sucked on my cock hard drinking in every ounce of cum. I continued to spasm on the table as the head Mistress now took control of my shaft… sucking and licking until I had nothing left to give. “There we go… that’s a good boy… cum… cum… sweet cum. Now it’s time for you to rest… rest is extremely important between punishment sessions. We have a little something that will keep you stimulated throughout the night… enhanced recuperation.” The head Mistress went over to the wall and pulled off a shiny steel device… she laced my erect cock with steel ring that had a short, curved two inch bar attached to a 1 inch steel ball. As the ring was slid tightly into place at the base of my shaft, the steel ball was resting directly on my anus… she gently pressed the ball until it inserted into my anus. She then pulled a cherry red ball-gag off the wall… walked over to me… inserted it into my mouth and fastened the leather strap behind my head. “There we go… now rest slave… dream of your bondage and what’s to come… day after day. Serve us obediently, and you’ll get this every night… fail us, and it will feel as if the punishment never ends.”