Chapter 1 - V for Vanessa

While bound to the bed, enduring another interminable wait for the woman to return for more oral pleasures, I reflected back on the improbable sequence of events that led to this latest predicament. For as long as I could remember, I had desires to be tied up and dominated in bed by women. These desires continued through a couple of decades of a dull marriage and became stronger than ever once released from my matrimonial bonds. Frequent business travel provided an opportunity to live out some of those fantasies. A trip one fateful summer evening set in motion a sequence of events that forever changed my life.

Returning home late one Friday evening from another business trip, my plane had been seriously delayed by the weather. I sat near the back where there happened to be a number of empty seats. Throughout the flight, my eyes kept glancing towards an intriguing stewardess who was serving my area. She was in her mid 50's with jet black hair and nicely tanned skin. She was a couple inches taller than me, perhaps 5' 10" and had a shapely, curvy, voluptuous figure that was filled out in all the right places. Her nametag said Vanessa but the flight crew called her "V".

We had exchanged some innocent banter earlier. Towards the end of the flight, V said something about how she was sorry the weather had "tied us up" so long. Well, I couldn't resist that opening, and retorted, "Oh, I don't mind being tied up all night with you." She chuckled, stared at me for a few seconds with a devious smile, licked her top lip and then went back to work.

I was fantasizing about her and tried unsuccessfully to get my mind on other things. We finally landed around 10 PM. Just before deplaning, she reached out to hand me something. She said, "You dropped this" and handed me a business card. It had these lines scrawled on the back:

Four Seasons Hotel
Lobby
Midnight

I read this and looked up, but she had started walking towards the back. I deplaned, retrieved my luggage and then got my car from the garage. There was no debate what to do, especially since I had nothing planned for the weekend anyway. I decided to seize the moment.

I arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel near the airport with plenty of time to spare. I pulled out all the neckties from my luggage, stuffed them into my toiletry bag and carried the small bag into the hotel. I went to the restroom to shave and clean up a bit. Then I found a seat in the middle of the lobby and camped out. I was nervous and my hands were shaking a bit. I was pretending to read a magazine but couldn't concentrate on it at all. At about 11:45 PM I felt a light tap on my shoulder and heard her command, "Follow me."

We got in the elevator by ourselves and then I started to say, "V, I have to say that you look absolutely ..." But she cut me off by putting her right index finger up to MY lips, and said, "Shhhh, be quiet." So I shut up and followed her inside the room. As I set my bag on the floor, she put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outside of the door, locked the deadbolt and hooked up the chain lock. She turned to me and said, "Now you SAID you wouldn't mind being tied up all night with me. Take off EVERYTHING right here and drop it to the floor, then take a quick shower."

I grabbed my bag, pulled out the neckties and set them in full view on the counter, stripped as fast as possible and took a lightning quick shower. I left the door open, hoping she might join me, but she had other things to do. She took my neckties and tied them to the four corner support legs at the base of the bed frame. She also had some Velcro bondage straps of her own that she affixed in the same way. My shaking turned to shivering as I dried off and came out of the bathroom buck naked.

V ordered me to lie spread-eagle on my back, with my head at the bottom of the bed. As soon as I was down, she took the neckties and tied them tightly around my wrists and ankles. Then she surprised me by securing those Velcro bondage straps too. It seemed strange she would carry around something like that, and I was wondering what else she might have. V tightened all the straps and had me try as hard as possible to escape – in vain of course. She pulled out a tight-fitting blindfold and put it on me. I was starting to tremble uncontrollably from the darkness and the fear of what she might do to me. V said I was being a "good boy" and that she'd be right back.

She went into the bathroom and took a shower that seemed to go on forever. Eventually it stopped, the door opened and she came over to me. She said, "Tonight, you're my sex slave and play thing." Chuckling, she said, "It's not like you have any choice anyway. I don't have to check out until 11 AM, so you've got a long night ahead of you!"

V got up on the bed with me and started caressing my face with her fingers. I could feel her naked flesh sliding against my own. She said, "You're a pretty one, smooth, lean and trim. I love small, younger obedient men." Her fingers glided down my shoulders, over my chest and stopped at my nipples for a while, which she pinched and rolled between her fingers lightly. Continuing her downward trek, she reached my belly, causing me to thrash about a bit. She said, "Ticklish! Let's experiment and see just how much." She started tickling me all over, with the most ticklish moments being when she would poke one finger deep into my belly, like how a doctor might do it during a physical. She stopped tickling finally, and her fingers then continued tracing my body down the outside of my legs to my feet. She tickled my feet but that didn't affect me.

Her fingers came up the inside of my thigh and finally to my most sensitive region. With her fingers and thumb, she would squeeze one part of my cock several times and then reposition slightly and do it again, as though she was doing some kind of medical inspection. Then I felt her wrap her hand around the base of my sac, squeeze very tightly and start slowly pulling my balls straight up. As she kept pulling up, I instinctively arched my back up to try and relieve the tension. Being blindfolded, I couldn't anticipate any of her actions.

After a couple of uncomfortable moments, she stopped, then got up and kneeled on the floor by the bottom of the bed. She leaned over my face and started blowing on me lightly. The next thing I knew, we were French kissing, with her face upside down to mine, sliding her tongue against my own over and over again. She penetrated my mouth with her tongue and took her time exploring everywhere. She sucked my tongue deep into her mouth with a powerful force and wouldn't let go. I couldn't help but wish for her to do that to my cock, and my balls craved a piece of the action too. She kept going and going in what may have been the longest lip-lock of my life.

She stopped kissing and said, "I love marathon sex and you're going to give it to me tonight. Don't plan on getting much sleep." She must have looked down to see my cock get even harder because she followed with, "I see that kind of talk turns you on even more."

She moved her head from my face down to my nipples. She started sucking them hard, and at the same time I felt one of her buxom boobs being strategically positioned over my mouth. Instinctively, I started sucking her tit hard too, like a baby milking its mother. She must have liked it because she kept sucking mine. Occasionally she would switch to let her other tit share the pleasure. She switched to my other nipple and eventually started biting her teeth into it, causing me to tense up. I didn't know if she wanted me to mimic her, so I bit down too. But then I let out a gasp as my balls were on the wrong end of a hard slap. Surprisingly gently she said, "No biting unless I tell you to" as though I was a schoolboy being politely reprimanded.

Eventually she stopped and got her legs up off the floor and onto the bed. She repositioned herself so that she was sitting on my face, with her cunt over my mouth, her ass over my nose and her hands squeezing my nipples. She spread her very generous ass cheeks wider to suction her cunt tightly over my mouth, and ordered, "Take me all in and lick hard until I tell you to stop." It was becoming very frustrating that I couldn't see what her naked body looked like and she hadn't touched my cock since the initial inspection. I could only smell, taste and feel her.

I was extremely turned on by the smothering, aroused by her scent and sampling her delicious juices. She would give me verbal clues as to where she liked the stimulation and in what manner. After sampling every nook and cranny of her vulva, I moved onto the clit hood and saved direct contact with clit for last. When my tongue applied a rhythmic pressure to her clit, she would moan, pull away briefly and then come back for more.

After awhile she told me to stop, then she got off the bed, grabbed something from her kit and started fiddling with my cock and balls. V put a tight band around the base of my cock and another on my balls. She said this would keep me "rock hard for the fucking." My balls were now exposed and vulnerable, with no way to escape behind the tight fitting band.

She grasped my balls with one hand, and then started "flicking" her middle finger into each ball, like the way one might flick a bug off a table. This became quite painful after a few dozen flicks but was effective at keeping me hard. Then she started a very deep massage along the centerline of my perineum, starting at my ass and slowly moving up through the middle of my bound scrotum. I was rock hard and she hadn't even touched my cock since the initial inspection! The band at the base of my cock was letting blood enter but not exit, causing me to swell as large as possible.

She changed position to lie on top of me face to face. She whispered, "You're my slave and you're going to do whatever I want. Tell me that you love me, and keep saying it until I say stop." This kind of talk brought me to a frenzied peak. I kept repeating "I love you" and mercifully she mounted me and started fucking. And fucking. And more fucking. Her moans and gasping were evidence of multiple orgasms. Each time she slammed down on me, my bound balls would take the brunt of the force. But the pain just added to the pleasure. I finally came in a tremendous explosion but still kept pumping because the band kept me hard enough to keep going.

Eventually she stopped, told me to quiet down, and paused for a few minutes. Then she whispered into my ear, "Lick me clean and swallow all the cum." She spun around and smothered my face again with her cunt. I started licking and sucking to get all our love juices off her and out of her, swallowing each drop I could extract.

Finally, she lay down and said she was starting to get tired. Out of desperation I asked if she would let me use the bathroom. Surprisingly, she agreed and proceeded to remove the blindfold and then untie me. This was the first time I was privileged to see her magnificent voluptuousness. She told me to take off the bands and cleanup my cock and balls too. After taking care of business, I returned from to the bed and she said, "I'm thinking about using you in my favorite sexual fantasy one day. You might be the right person for it." It was a strange, exciting comment, but I just stowed that thought into my long term memory. The desires of the flesh had me return to my heavenly bound position without hesitation.

V got up and used the bathroom too. When she came back, she taped the blindfold back over my face. Then I felt her slide a couple of straps underneath my upper and lower back. She got back into a 69 position with me. Then I heard a couple of snaps as she used her luggage straps to bind us together!

She issued another command, "Lick me until I fall asleep!" I joyfully obliged while she took my recovering cock into her mouth. It seemed like she got a second wind as she worked me into another raging hard-on. My lips and tongue worked equally hard, as all I wanted to do was to give her pleasure. After what seemed like another hour, I couldn't take any more and I exploded into her mouth. She worked me for another couple of minutes, sucking more cum out of me. She reached around and unsnapped the luggage straps. She spun around and put me into a sudden liplock and started to French. She let all the cum and saliva that had built up in her mouth flow into mine and she forced me to swallow. Then she said, "You needed some nourishment, didn't you? I'm going to sleep now. Don't go anywhere!" She moved back into a 69 position, snapped the luggage straps back together, propped up a couple of pillows for her head below my crotch, and then proceeded to drift off to sleep. I found myself waking up once in a while, gently lapping her cunt.

The wake up call came at 10 AM. V got up to take her shower and get ready, leaving me still bound to the bed. After she was done, she came over to the bed, looked me in the eyes and said that she thoroughly enjoyed my talented tongue. She told me that her place was just a few hours drive away from. She wrote down her email address and told me to contact her if I was interested in spending a long weekend at her place sometime soon. She promised a weekend I'd never forget. Then she untied me, let me get ready and then we went our separate ways. V went to catch her next flight while I went home to accept her invitation via email.


Chapter 2 - The Heavenly and Hellacious Holiday Weekend (added: 05/21/2010)

After that delicious all-nighter with Vanessa, aka V, I couldn’t resist responding to her invitation to contact her via email. I wrote about how exciting the night at the hotel was for me. I wrote about some of my fantasies, like how I secretly craved being bound with no possibility of escape and forced to be a sex slave to a merciless dominatrix. I crowed about her luscious full figured body and how I loved having her smother my face with her cunt and ass.

V said she was going to be off Labor Day weekend, and told me to come to her place for the weekend. I was instructed to arrive Friday evening at 8. She also told me to take off work on the Tuesday after Labor Day, and to inform my work that I would be in late Wednesday. I was curious why she requested that particular schedule, but agreed in half a heartbeat.

It was impossible to concentrate at work for the couple of weeks leading up to Labor Day. When the day finally arrived, I left work early, went home and showered and shaved… everywhere. My instructions were to eat only a light breakfast and have nothing else all day, so that I would be famished and thirsting upon arrival. She also wrote that I wouldn’t need any spare clothing.

It took about three hours to drive to her place. It was a sprawling rancher house, probably built in the 1940s. I had to look way off in the distance to see the next house, so it was fairly isolated. Following her plan, I parked in the garage and went to the door that led into the house. It was open, and as per her instructions, I de-clothed and dropped everything into an empty bag sitting just inside the door. A paper on the floor showed a marked-up floor-plan that I followed to the bedroom.

The bedroom had a king-size four-poster bed that already had one necktie hooked to each post. The other end of each tie had a loop that was knotted so it would only tighten when pulled. I laid on my back with my head at the FOOT of the bed, attached the ties to both my feet and pulled tight. Next, I put on the blindfold she had set out for me. Then I reached out with each arm, slipped my hands through the tie loops and pulled them tight, locking my hands in place. From my favorite position, spread eagle on my back, I struggled a bit and realized it was quite secure.

I didn’t have to wait long before V entered the room. She didn’t say anything but went straight to work. She put metal shackles on my wrists and ankles, and then attached them to the bed posts. She also looped ropes and Velcro straps around my limbs to tie them down to the frame of the bed to further restrict movement. Cloth tape was placed around the border of my blindfold to seal out light. Her finger reached into my mouth and I instinctively opened wide. She immediately shoved a ball gag into my open mouth and then fastened it tightly in place. Lastly, she put some kind of leather collar around my neck, looped a chain through it in such a way that it was fastened to the bed frame, and then used a couple of padlocks to secure the whole thing in place so it couldn’t be removed without the keys.

I then heard the rattling of keys and the rustling of paper. Next thing I knew, the door opened and closed and I heard a car drive off. I was trembling because I had not positively confirmed that it was V either by sight or sound, and her plans for me remained a mystery. Why didn’t she say anything and why did she leave?

After perhaps an hour of laying there naked, blindfolded and shackled in a spread-eagle position on my back, I heard the car return and the door open. Did she bring somebody else? Am I being kidnapped? Is her personality different from that fun-loving stewardess from a couple weeks ago? After all, I HAD only met her one time.

Finally I heard her voice. She leaned over me and said, “I’m so excited by what I just did. I took the keys AND the spare keys to your wrist and ankle shackles and your collar, put them ALL in a self-addressed stamped envelope, and dropped them in a mailbox in town! The mail won’t be picked up until Saturday, the post office is closed Sunday, and Monday is a holiday, so the mail won’t be delivered here until Tuesday afternoon. Even then, I won’t go get the mail until Wednesday morning!”

V then started speaking slowly and deliberately so that her message was very clear, “So tonight, all day Saturday, all day Sunday, all day Monday, all day Tuesday and Wednesday morning too, there is no way for me to release you from this bed, even if I wanted to. You will depend upon me for everything. Think about that. You’re going to need me to get your food and water, and by the way, you should be starving by now and dying of thirst. You’ll need me to let you pee in a bottle or shit in a pan. You’ll depend on me to do everything you take for granted, like brush your teeth, scratch an itch, blow your nose, wash your body, shampoo your hair, and shave your face, cock and balls.”

Speaking very sternly, she grabbed my balls tightly and said, “I could also spend the whole weekend torturing your cock and balls in ways you’ve never imagined. So you better do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING I say instantly. You are now my personal sex toy and a guinea pig for the tortures I’ve been imagining. Nod your head if you understand.”

I nodded amidst my uncontrollable trembling, but my rock hard cock revealed my excitement. She left me alone again and went to make some food. Later, she returned and said she was going to feed me. She removed my ball gag and then went right into a lip-lock. Before I knew it, she was spitting chewed up food into my mouth.

“Everything you eat, AND drink…,” she chuckled with that statement, “is going to come out of my body first. I will chew up all your food, spit it into your mouth, and you will eat every bite. Same thing with drinking – I’ll drool it into your mouth. You will also get nourishment in other ways. When I get hot and sweaty, you will lick all the sweat off my body. And you’ll suck my tits like you’re trying to milk them. But I’m sure you’ll be thrilled to know that you are going to learn to drink my piss. Hmmm, and there’s something else I want you to sample, but, well no, maybe I’ll wait until next time…”

I didn’t know what she meant by that last rambling comment, but I was so famished, I gulped down the food and begged for more. She continued chewing and spitting the meal into my mouth. She had not yet quenched my thirst and I had a bad feeling about that first drink. She brought a bowl over and had me turn my head to the side. She brushed my teeth and had me rinse with mouthwash. Then she disappeared again.

When she returned, she turned off all the lights in the house and jumped in bed on top of me. I could feel that she was completely naked with her warm bountiful flesh sliding against me. She stroked her hands all over my body, except for the areas that wanted it. Then she got off the bed, walked around to the center of the foot of the bed, leaned over me and started French kissing. It was a very deep and aggressive kiss, and I was starting to think that it might be like that night at the Four Seasons hotel.

I was thrilled about the prospect of being completely helpless and vulnerable for the next four and half days. I was locked into my favorite position with no possibility of escape from anyone until the keys arrived in the mail. That explained why she had ordered me to take off on Tuesday and arrange to come to work late on Wednesday.

After an endless kiss, she shifted position so that we could do some mutual nipple sucking. She was biting my nipples while I sucked hers as hard as I could. Then she stopped and repositioned herself. She turned around and sat square on my face with her legs spread open and hanging over the foot of the bed. Her weight was crushing down on my face. With her ample pussy smothering me, I sought out her cunt with my lips and then proceeded to give her a tongue bath. I gradually sucked her entire voluminous vulva into my mouth. I gently stroked my tongue back and forth across her inner labia. Finally I targeted her clit with my tongue. Love juices were pouring out of her. A few times she lifted up and would then spend several minutes sliding back and forth hard against my nose. This went on and on and on for a staggering length of time. I had never had gone down on a woman for so long. I lost all track of time, but it seemed like she spent several hours straight forcing me to orally bring her to one orgasm after another.

It was extremely frustrating that she had not even touched my cock or balls. The first touch to my cock was to simply slide it into the neck of a bottle so I could pee. After I was done, she put the cap on and set it in the bathroom. Then the first unpleasant event occurred. She said, “I’ve been holding mine in for hours. It’s time to quench your thirst.”

She mounted my face again but in the opposite direction so that my nose sampled her ass. She said, “Open wide. I’m going to pee into your mouth. I’m ordering you to drink every drop!” The hot salty liquid poured in surprisingly fast. I overcame my initial reaction to gag, and started gulping as fast as I could. I was so thirsty and so turned on that I didn’t care to contemplate what I was being forced to do.

She must have had two minutes of piss in her. I tried to get it all, but some leaked out over my face. After she was done, she said that I was a good boy for trying so hard. She wiped the piss from my face and reinserted the ball gag. Then she said, “You missed a few drops, so now you must be punished.” She opened her closet door and retrieved her electro-torture toys. She started hooking AC adapters into a couple of power strips that were plugged in by the bed. While she was getting ready she said, “You wrote to me in your email that you wanted to be the sex slave to a merciless dominatrix, didn’t you? Be careful what you wish for because now your wish is going to come true.”

I grimaced and nodded my head.

“I’m the dominatrix and you’re my sex slave. I won’t use any safe-words because you wanted the dominatrix to be merciless. Not that you could say anything anyway with that gag in your mouth. I intend to go way beyond your limits this weekend. Your rock hard cock is revealing your excitement. I’m going to be a very very very bad girl this weekend!”

She had me arch my lower back way up so she could reach my butt. On each cheek so attached a large 4x6 butterfly electrode. She connected it to a TENS electrical muscle stimulator and started fiddling with the controls. I started to feel the cheeks contract slightly. The duration of the pulse was a couple of seconds at first, but then she increased it to about five seconds. Then there was a pause for a few seconds followed by another pulse. She said, “I can’t spank or whip you while you are laying on your back, so I’ll just have this little machine do it for me. This is set at 20 (mA) right now. The pleasure zone is from about 20 to 30. The 40s and 50s become painful. Higher settings become unbearable. Oh, and this little machine will go up to 100, so keep that in mind when I ask you to do something.”

She started attaching more electrodes. These were smaller ones, about 2” round. She put a pair at the very top and bottom of my inner thighs on each leg and did the same for each hamstring. Then I heard the clanking of metal and Plexiglas. She pulled my balls and scrotum as far from my body as possible while connecting the base part of a ball crusher. The base had two acrylic cylinders connected together by a pair of long screws near each end, with wing-nuts that could be spun to push the two cylinders together. Those cylinders were positioned to separate my balls from my torso. She tightened them together by spinning the wing nuts until the cylinders were as close together as they would go. The cylinders squeezed my sac extremely tightly. The other part of the ball crusher had a large flat rectangular Plexiglas plate connected perpendicularly to the cylinders by two more long screws and wing-nuts. She started tightening those wing-nuts until the plate pressed hard against my nuts. As she continued tightening, the pressure mounted as my balls were compressed and had no place to go. She could hear my moans through the gag as the discomfort increased. I feared that she might actually burst my balls. She finally stopped and whispered, “A little bit more. Nod yes, or I’ll crush them all the way.” I didn’t even want another quarter turn, but I nodded yes anyway out of fear. She turned it again, but very slowly, and she watched in fascination at how the balls would try to relieve the pressure within their new prison.

I heard her snap something onto the ballcrusher plate. Then shockingly, I felt the same kind of pulse that was on my cheeks flow through my balls. She said, “I forgot to tell you that this plate has two built-in electrodes perfectly positioned for each ball. Let’s turn up the juice and see what happens.”

My whole body tensed up and I tightly gripped the chain around my wrist shackles and pulled. The current flowing into my scrotum made it feel like someone was kicking my balls with a boot. She said, “I forgot to mention that I have a lot of these wonderful machines. This one for the balls is set at a power of 20. The balls are much more sensitive than your butt and don’t have a lot of mass to absorb the shock. I’ll set this so that every 10 seconds you will get a shock that lasts for 2 seconds. I’ll turn up the power again shortly.”

She turned on the juice to my thighs and hamstrings. She turned the power up to 50 on my cheeks. This power level went from pleasurable to a feeling of a vicious spanking. But this wasn’t a person who would eventually tire, it was a machine that would spank relentlessly. She cranked up the power to my thighs and hamstrings too. Lastly, she upped the power on the balls from 20 to 30, causing me to gasp at each shock. Then she said, “You’re balls are being crushed and shocked, but still at a pretty low setting. You’re ass is being spanked by a machine that won’t get tired. You’re leg muscles are being tormented by muscle contractions they can’t stop. I’m going to give you some time to ponder your predicament. Each night I’m going to try different things and turn the power up. Way up. It’s the middle of the night and I’m getting sleepy. I’m going into another room to get some rest. Pleasant dreams!”

There was nothing I could do to pass the time quickly. My leg muscles were gradually fatiguing like I was running a marathon. My balls were hurting more and more with each shock. It was like someone kicked my in the balls, causing me to double over, and then kicked again, again and again. If this setting was 30, I couldn’t possibly imagine experiencing a setting of 100. There was no way to sleep, so I started counting each shock to the balls. V said that there were 10 seconds of delay followed by a 2 second shock. Every 5 shocks would span a minute. When I got to 300, that meant about an hour had passed. I was literally and figuratively stunned that she would leave me like this all night.

I counted over 1200 before V finally returned to the room. Every single one of those shocks caused my whole body to tense up. She turned off the power, but I still felt tingling everywhere. She casually said, “I have to go to the bathroom” as she removed the gag from my mouth. She mounted my mouth and let loose with another torrent of piss. I welcomed her golden shower as I finally had respite from the relentless and painful electro-torture. She finished up and returned to the other bed. I quickly collapsed into a much needed deep sleep.

As I came to, sometime Saturday morning, V had mounted my cock and was fucking my brains out. She had removed the ball crusher and all the electrodes, and slid a cock ring on the base of my penis to keep it hard. She said she wanted to take advantage of my usual rock-hard morning erection. She was moaning and gasping while sliding up and down my pole. I kept pumping hundreds of times until finally exploding. The cock ring still kept me hard for several more minutes of pumping before she stopped. She repositioned herself to seal her cunt over my mouth and then ordered me to suck her dry. I sucked and licked all the sweat, juices and cum I could get my lips and tongue on. Then she lay down next to me and relaxed for a long while as we both dozed back to sleep.

Later she got up and allowed me to pee in a bottle again. She drooled some juice into my mouth first and then started chewing up the breakfast she made for me. A French kiss followed and the “chewed up” breakfast was spit into my mouth. We continued like this until the breakfast was gone. She got a wet towel and wiped me down and cleaned me up. She brushed my teeth and had me gargle with mouthwash. After reinserting the ball gag, she got out a razor and shaved my face and neck. I felt shaving cream being spread all over my cock, balls, legs and pubic hair area. She skillfully shaved off all the hair, including all the hair off my legs, and then she started talking about something I recalled her mentioning that night in the hotel.

She said, “I’ve been so looking forward to the moment. You are going to be my partner in my favorite fantasy. We are going to do this each day you’re here, and try to make it a little different each time. I’m going to gather all the supplies now.”

Although I had no idea what she was planning, I was extremely excited and anxious to find out. V made several trips into the bedroom, but it was a mystery as to what items she had gathered.

She instructed me to lift my torso up off the bed as much as possible. She stuffed a very thick but narrow foam pad underneath me, elevating me up off the bed. The padding only went under my torso, so my legs and arms angled back down towards each corner. Then she looped a belt-like strap underneath the pad and around my lower abdomen and tightened it. She repeated this twice more with straps around my middle and upper torso, affixing me to the pad so I would not be able to roll off. I figured that this was going to make her more comfortable if she were on top of me for an extended period of time. Next, she took leather cuffs with D-rings and connected them in several locations along my arms. Then she attached butterfly electrodes to my butt cheeks and turned on a TENS unit even more powerfully than last night to commence my electrical spanking.

The next thing I knew, my asshole was being lubed up. She said, “I’m going to insert this male pleasure wand into your ass. It is curved to press right up against your prostate. I just put fresh batteries in so it will vibrate like crazy all day.” My eyes teared up as this vibrating thing was shoved up my ass. She used duct tape to secure the vibrator firmly in my asshole.

Next, she pulled my cock and balls through some kind of ring. She took several plastic “cable ties” and very tightly secured the base of my scrotum to the top of the ring and the base of my cock to the bottom of the ring. She pulled very tightly and was satisfied that there was absolutely no way for me to pull out of the ring. I couldn’t imagine WHAT she was planning to do with that setup.

V said that it was time to get HER set up. She narrated as she went along. She told me that she was taping butterfly electrodes to her ass. She took two vibrators for herself, put in fresh batteries, turned them up to full blast and inserted them into her ass and vagina. She used a lot of duct tape for her anal vibrator, but did not secure the other one. She said that I would be keeping that one secured in place. She also attached leather cuffs all along each of her legs. Then she straddled my face, spread her legs to parallel my arms, and then started linking her legs and my arms together by connecting the cuffs’ D-rings together with more cable-ties. She said she had to turn on her TENS unit at the point before continuing. She said she turned hers up to 60 with pulses every other second, just like what I was receiving.

V reached for a roll of “Press and Seal”, a powerful type of cling wrap. This stuff formed a very sticky and tight seal around anything it touched. She took the roll and started wrapping it so that my head, neck and upper body were incredibly tightly sealed to her cunt. My mouth was crushed against her cunt and my nose was just below her asshole. There was a small gap that just barely let in enough air to breathe. It was readily apparent that when she would decide to pee, there would be no place for it to go but in my mouth.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, I felt two sharp clamps bite into my nipples. V said that she was connecting the clamps on the other end of each chain to HER nipples. She said the chains were very short, so our nipples would be constantly biting and pulling against each other.

She also mentioned that she was going to tape a blindfold over her eyes to enhance her experience.

Then she told me the first of two things that I could hardly believe. First, the ring securing my cock and balls was actually part of a “ring gag” she was going to lock into her mouth!

Secondly, she informed me that she had a device called a Timecuff that used ice as a timer release mechanism for a set of handcuffs. It had an insulated chamber filled with ice and had cuffs on either end of the chamber. She said she had frozen it solid in her freezer and it would take about 7 hours to melt. Once the ice was melted, the key in the chamber would slide out, ending her self-bondage. It was a foolproof mechanism. She had also attached cable ties to each cuff to use as a “backup cuff”, just in case she was to somehow wriggle out of the metal cuffs. She had already attached one hand to the cuffs. She said she was going to cuff herself behind her back and then tighten the metal cuffs as much as possible and then pull the ‘cable ties’ on her plastic cuffs tightly around her wrists. Once that was done, they were going to be locked together for 7 hours with no way that either of us could escape.

Her final instructions were very strange. She said that I was NOT to start sucking on her until AFTER I had an orgasm. Then I was to massage her clit continuously with my tongue, the way she liked it, bring her to multiple orgasms, and I was not to stop NO MATTER WHAT until we were released. I was also instructed to use my mouth to keep the vibrator firmly in place in her vagina. She also informed me that she had been drinking a lot of liquids, had to pee real bad already, and that I was to be her toilet. She said she was going to take my cock, balls and ring gag into her mouth and tighten the strap behind her head so that there was no way it could come loose. Then she would finish cuffing herself behind her back. Then she said she was going to start sucking me for the next 7 hours. She said it was going to torment both of us, having my cock and balls crammed into her mouth with no way to escape, and with only her tongue available to try and make me cum. She said her mouth would gradually fill with my cum and any piss that squirts out. She said, “This is my favorite fantasy of all time. I’ll talk to you in 7 hours.”

I felt my cock and balls inserted all the way into her mouth. She locked the ring-gag around the back of her head. Because she was taller than me and we were so tightly bound, her mouth was positioned below my crotch. This caused my cock to be pointed in the direction of my feet instead of the usual erect upwards position. Then I heard the click of the cuffs as she locked herself in place. It was hard to believe just how kinky she was. While mostly dominant, she had revealed this submissive side, concocting an incredibly elaborate scenario that allowed her to be helpless while still maintaining control over me.

She started to thrash about as the realization of what she had done hit her. She had a moment of panic. Her mind finally released the mental blocks she had put on the stimuli she had activated. I could feel her start to pinch and release the muscles in and around her vulva and inner thighs, as though she was begging me to start licking. The sensations were overwhelming her. She was tied extremely tightly on top of me in a 69 position with hardly any maneuverability at all. She was blindfolded so that her other senses would be enhanced. Her ass was receiving an electric spanking and a vibrator was buzzing inside her butt hole. Her cunt was aching from a huge and powerful vibrator inserted deep into her vagina. She was dripping wet already and her clit was begging for the attention I had been instructed to deny until I ejaculated. Alligator clips were biting into her nipples while simultaneously being pulled hard away from her body. My swollen balls were hanging down and filling the front of her mouth. My engorged cock extended to the back of her throat and was contributing to her panic. She used her tongue to shift my cock to the side of her mouth along her cheek, between the teeth that were locked open. This prevented her from gagging. Only her gurgled moans escaped through the ball-gag.

After her initial panic, the thrill and excitement of her much anticipated scenario started to surface. She started rubbing her tongue all over my cock. She desperately wanted to make me cum. She would lap her tongue against my balls and press them hard against the roof of my mouth. But the ball gag was preventing her from creating suction, so she was not able to force a quick orgasm via a typical BJ. I had already been leaking cum from the excitement, so it was going to take a while before I would explode. She could no longer contain her piss, so my mouth greedily accepted the warm salty torrent. I gulped as fast as possible to try and prevent myself from gagging. With her mouth held open by the ring gag, it was virtually impossible for V to apply the pressure on my cock that I was craving. The feel of her wet, curious tongue was wonderful, but despite all the other stimuli, my cock still needed some squeezing to get off. After a very long time, I started getting a bit soft, and that’s when she found a sweet spot. My cock head moved within easier reach of the tip of her tongue, and after some trial and error she started sliding her tongue back and forth very quickly against it. The friction against my cock head got me hard again right away and V could sense that this tactic might work. She pushed my cock to the side and angled her tongue to continue its now relentless assault on my cock head. The stimulation quickly pushed me to the edge and over. Cum erupted like a volcano as all the sensations combined and merged into an uncontrollable euphoria. V’s reaction was to try and pull away as half-dozen bursts of cum shot into her throat, but my cock and balls remained firmly in place. The ring gag made it almost impossible for her to swallow, so the cum and spunk just oozed all over the inside of her mouth.

V started squeezing my head with her legs. I took her cue and immediately sucked her entire vulva into my mouth as far as it would go. I slurped down all her sweet juices and explored every part of her, except her clit, with my tongue. I could feel the buzzing of the vibrator inside her vagina. I didn’t wait long before going after her clit hood and then finally her clit. After a bit of circular motion around the clit, I started massaging it up and down, applying moderate pressure with the front of my tongue. I kept up a consistent rhythm and stroke.

It didn’t take long for her to achieve a super intense “Big-O” orgasm. The combination of my cock, balls and cum in her mouth, the biting on her nipples, the pulsing electrodes on her ass cheeks, the vibrator up her ass, the other vibrator in her vagina, the direct stimulation of her clit with my tongue, along with the feeling of being blindfolded and hopelessly restrained, all conspired to produce a massive squirt of her cum, oozing around the vibrator, as she reached her ecstasy.

Normally she would pull away at this point for a lengthy break, but I had been clearly instructed to continue massaging her clit with my tongue relentlessly until she had escaped her bonds. As she instinctively pulled away, my tongue followed in pursuit because my head was essentially glued to her crotch. I was thoroughly enjoying the delicacy that oozed out of her cunt. I kept it in my mouth and swished it around to savor the taste. Her attempts to retreat were in vain, so she eventually had to give in and endure the pleasure. She started sucking on my spent cock, waiting for the next erection to kick in.

We continued this pattern for hours. She had to pee again, and again I swallowed. Halfway through, her stimulation of my cock head actually caused me to pee uncontrollably. Even though I had been trying to hold it in, something about the cock head stimulation induced an uncontrollable urination. She couldn’t swallow, so the piss gradually leaked through openings around the ring gag and soaked the bed. The piss also wet the electrodes on my butt, causing a noticeable increase in the flow of current over my ass. The extreme sensations and relentless “forced” pleasure was addictive and made both of us feel that this was what made life worth living. If only there was some way to keep it going forever!

Hours later, I felt cold water dripping down my sides. The ice in the timecuffs had melted enough to finally free V’s hands. She proceeded to undue all her restraints, leaving me bound since the shackles’ keys were still in the mail.

V made dinner and fed it to me again in the usual manner. She said she was very tired, but wanted to “make me comfortable” before she got some sleep. I could tell by the tone of her voice that this was more likely to be “un” comfortable.

She went to the closet again to get the next set of devices. She came back over, lubed up my asshole and then slowly inserted an ELECTRIFIED anal probe, specifically designed to stimulate the prostate. She cut a couple strips of duct tape and firmly secured the probe in my butt. Next, she got another electrode specially fitted to squeeze over my cock head and to simultaneously insert a catheter-like thin rod partway down my urethra. She used cloth tape to secure it very tightly in place. She connect the two devices to her TENS unit and slowly cranked up the current.

I was jolted with a sensation never felt before. The stimulation was incredible. With the current concentrated directly on my prostate and also on my extremely sensitive cock head, it would not take much more to make me explode. This helplessness was similar to when her tongue stimulated only my cock head, except this seemed ten times more powerful. She turned it up to level 30, and set it to pulse every other second. Fortunately there was just enough of a pause between each pulse to keep me from going crazy. I heard V go down the hall and start up the shower. She came right back and said, “I’m going to take an extremely long shower, then check back with you before getting some sleep. But you can enjoy yourself while I’m busy. Do you want me to change the TENS setting to make you cum? Nod yes.”

I reluctantly nodded yes out of fear of saying no.

She said, “Well, OK, if you say so. You asked for it. I’ll change it so instead of this pulse-delay cycle, it will just pulse continuously with no break in between. I’ll change it now, and then take my shower. I’ll see you later. Much later. Have fun!”

As soon as she changed the TENS unit to a continuous pulse, I tensed up and tried to hold back the looming orgasm. When I heard the shower door shut and lock, I couldn’t hold back any longer. The muscles in my perineum and cock all contracted to generate a powerful orgasm. But something wasn’t quite right. Because there was a solid rod inserted into my urethra, along with the tightly wound tape around my cock head that was compressing my cock against the rod, there was no place for the cum to escape. The pressure built up quickly and started causing intense pain that seemed to spread through my cock and balls and all the way to my prostate. Yet the perfectly positioned electrical stimulation was continuously forcing me to cum. Suddenly the prospect of a heavenly orgasm was about to turn into a hellacious ordeal. I started praying for that shower to end before it had barely started.

The pain was so bad that I frantically tried to escape from by shackles. But it was a fruitless effort. In addition to the shackles, V had also added ropes and Velcro straps to double and triple up the security. My screams were muffled by the gag, and there wasn’t anybody around for miles to hear me anyway. Tears were flowing as I couldn’t handle the simultaneous mingling of intense pleasure with the ever growing excruciating internal pain. I was forced to endure it for what seemed like an eternity.

When she finally returned to the bed, I was trying to beg for her to save me. She turned off the evil machine and removed the electro-gadgets. All the cum that had built up inside me flowed out. Over the next couple of minutes, V caught it all in a small measuring cup, took off my gag, then just scooped the cum into my mouth. She said, “Dessert time!”

She spent Saturday night sleeping on top of me, using my leg as a pillow while she curled one arm over my stomach and one of her legs over my chest. I could smell her scent and feel her touch, but was frustrated because I could not reciprocate.

A pattern emerged over the next couple of days. Upon waking, she would take advantage of my morning hard-on. Later, she would set up her elaborate self-bondage fantasy, binding us together in a tight 69, making slight changes each time for experimentation. Once, she did not use a vaginal vibrator, instructing me to spend a lot of time tongue-fucking her. As a result, since her initial orgasm in this scenario was so intense, a massive and powerful squirt of cum would eject from her cunt into my eagerly waiting mouth. Another time, she used electrified inserts into her ass and vagina, connected them to her TENS unit and set the unit to an “intense pleasure” setting.

On Tuesday, the pattern repeated with the self-bondage 69ing. Then she did something different. After taking a short feeding break, I was surprised to see her reset the entire scenario. She told me that she had a second pair of timecuffs frozen and ready to go. She said we were going to have a double-header with 7 MORE hours of pleasure. It must have been late in the evening when she was finally released. My lips, tongue and facial muscles were numb and aching from exhaustion. My cock was worn out and my balls were pumped dry. I didn’t think I could take another bout of electro-torture.

However, V had other plans. For the last night, she connected ALL the electrodes at once. There were butterfly electrodes on my butt cheeks. The cursed electrified anal probe and cock-head-urethral probe were both inserted. She put electrode pads on my hamstrings, inner thighs and four more small pads at various locations on my cock. She hooked up the electrified ball crusher too. The she turned them all on and gradually cranked up the power. Also, she took OFF my ball-gag because she wanted to hear me beg.

Immediately I started saying, “Oh god, please don’t cum. NO NO NO…” The electrical tingling, pulsing and vibrating reverberated through every nerve in my cock head, cock, balls, prostate, asshole, butt cheeks, hamstrings and thighs. I had been so spent that I was able to hold off the orgasm temporarily. V did not want to wait much longer to carry out her plan, so she went to each TENS machine and cranked them up, one by one, to the maximum 100 setting. Within a minute of the maximum setting, I exploded in orgasm. The cum was blocked by the urethral rod while the maximum current kept trying to force a continuous orgasm. I thrashed about uncontrollably and screamed at the top my lungs. I screamed, cried and begged for her to get if off me.

She started talking to me as if we were having a normal conversation. She told me that this was one of the most pleasurable weekends of her life. She said that she was tired of working and was going to take early retirement at the end of the year. The house had been inherited from her parents long ago; she had no debts and had more than enough money to retire. I comprehended what she was saying, but the overwhelming pain was making each word out of her mouth seem to broadcast in slow motion.

I begged her to stop. I promised to do anything she wanted. Anything.

She said, “Anything?”

I said, “Yes, yes. Please tell me what to do.”

She said, “I would very much like it if you moved in with me after I retire. Quit your job at the end of the year, sell your assets and come to live here with me permanently.”

I had no choice but to agree to anything she said. She said she was overjoyed at my decision and that we would work out the details later. She said there were so many things she wanted to do to me, and so many toys to buy.

Finally she turned off all the machines and disconnected all the pads and gadgets. Any longer and I would have started to get electrical burns. She mercifully cooled off my cock, balls and butt with cold rags. We quickly fell asleep for the night.

When I woke up Wednesday morning, she was already dressed for work and said that she had been very busy. I was still cuffed and noticed that there was something hooked to my cock. V said, “The thing attached to your cock and balls is called a CB-6000 chastity cage. I’ve secured it with a couple of padlocks and added some extra security underneath to keep you from prying it off. I already took the keys and the spare keys and mailed them to a friend of mine in California. I’ll pick them up on my next stop out there. This way, there is no way for me to unlock it, and you won’t be tempted to wait by my mailbox tomorrow for the keys. When you move in at the end of the year, I’ll lock you back up and then unlock your cock.”

She had retrieved the keys for the shackles and finally released me from the bed. My arms and legs ached and moved awkwardly. I put my clothes on, got in the car and started driving home. How deep was I willing to go with this? My cock was dictating my decision making. I contemplated whether or not I wanted to spend the rest of my life as a “wage slave” or a “sex slave.” It took only a fraction of a second to make THAT decision. It was going to be a long four month wait.