Part 1

Recently I'd been in contact with a woman who runs a fairly popular femdom video site. She had advertised that private sessions with her were available at a negotiated price and after several messages back and forth we came to an agreement on a two hour session.

I'd always enjoyed the videos she had posted, and I always found myself watching the same one over and over again. It was one of the more humiliating videos for a slave that I could remember watching, and it always got me hard as a rock.

Fast forward a few weeks, and my appointment time was here. I arrived at the address and was greeted at the door by Mistress Barefoot, as she preferred to be called. She was dressed in tight jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt. And of course, bare feet. She was a bit shorter than I expected, only an inch over five feet tall, but she was stunning. Smokey eyes and an overall playful demeanor packed into a smoking hot little body. I was immediately hers.

The first thing we did was finalize all of the details of the meeting and took care of the financials. After signing a waiver and a contract agreeing that I was here of my own volition we were off to the studio.

Immediately she began by getting me fitted for some of the gear I would be sporting. I was a little surprised when she had me bite down into a customizable mouth guard, like I used to wear for football, and she explained that these types of gags were more comfortable for a long term session.

With the fitting and measuring done, she had me strip naked. She looked me up and down and let out a little coo and said not bad at all. She had me put my arms behind my back and then she pulled an arm-binder on. She ran the straps over my shoulders and under my arms and locked it in place. She then readjusted the straps that were over and under my shoulders and the wrist strap to make me completely helpless.

This was as tight of bondage as I could remember ever being in. She double checked the inescapability and when satisfied led me over to her custom cage. She helped me to kneel and wiggle my way in. I ended up on my knees, ass on my ankles and arms almost to the top. Not much wiggle room in here at all I surmised. My head was sticking out of a hole in the cage that seemed to be custom cut for me.

I felt her close the back of the cage, which came right up against my ass. She next grabbed my dick and strapped it down to a part of the cage that was solid metal. She pulled a few leather straps across and my dick and balls were immobile as well.

Even being as immobilized as I was, she was not satisfied with it yet. She next added a stiff posture collar to my neck, which she then padlocked to the cage. She followed that up with a very large penis gag. When she got it in as far as she could, I noticed the ridges around it that were formed with the mouth guard. It allowed the gag to be quite a bit bigger and filling without choking me and had a tube through the middle of it for air. She locked the strap behind my head and moved back to my arms.

On the arm-binder there was an O-ring on each strap, and she locked each one of these to a different bar of the cage even further restraining my situation. Once satisfied that I was not going to cause much of ruckus, she smacked my ass a few times to test out the gag. Hearing not much more than a small whimper escape, she let me in on one more surprise.

I heard her tell someone to get the cameras rolling and this was something I had not agreed to. I jerked around as much as I could and that wasn't much at all. She was trying to explain to me that one of the forms I filled out was my approval for this to be filmed and put on her website. I was absolutely seeing red right now, but my dick was not on my side. It kept getting harder at the thought of this woman doing this to me.

And she noticed it as well. She grabbed my balls in one hand and pushed a vibrator up against the head of my engorged dick. Slowly massing with one hand and the other running the vibrator up and down the length of my shaft. I still couldn't get over the fact that she was recording this, but damn did it feel amazing. I felt an orgasm building and with perfect timing, she took the vibrator away.

My orgasm receded and she came around to the front of the cage. Whispering in my ear about how we still had over an hour to go for this session. I struggled what little I could and tried to beg, but with the monster dildo gag in my mouth nothing came out. She reached into her pocket and pulled out two clothespins. She reached into the cage and put on one each nipple, laughing about how she could have forgotten those.

Moving to back of the cage, instead of using a vibrator she pulled out a leather strap and began lightly spanking my balls. Strapped down as they were, they made an easy target. My dick kept throbbing against the three leather straps holding it down and she kept smacking my balls. She finally stopped when she noticed a bit of pre-cum trailing out.

She came back to the front of the cage and whispered in my ear again. Telling me that this is exactly what they had agreed upon and it's only a little bit longer until you get released. With that she walked out of the room saying she needed a cigarette break.

After more than half an hour of being alone, I started to notice the soreness building up in my shoulders. My jaw was aching from having a huge cock shoved half way down my throat. And of course I was still rock hard. She was doing an excellent job of teasing.

And then I heard her bare feet padding across the floor to me. She asked if I was ready for the finale knowing that I had no say in it.

Once again she began to roll my balls between her fingers and placed the vibrator against my shaft. She slowly worked her way up and down the length, pushing and pulling and making me as aroused as I ever thought possible.

What seemed like hours but was probably a few minutes, she finally let me orgasm. I exploded. My body shaking against its bonds as wave after wave rolled over me. After a minute to gather my senses, I noticed that she wasn't feverishly unlocking padlocks like I would have expected her to.

Instead she was attaching a hose to the front of my gag. On the other side of the hose was a large funnel. I remembered the video and began to fight again to no avail. She emptied the container she had used to catch my semen and emptied it into the funnel. She then dropped her pants and squatted over the funnel saying I think you're going to need something to help you wash this down with.

Exactly like the video went, I swallowed everything. I didn't have a choice in the matter and I was humiliated. She let out her infectious laugh as she pissed. Knowing the full control I was under.

She undid the hose from the front of the gag and filled the hole with a rubber plug. Explaining that she didn't want me to spit anything out. And then she left the room again.

Ten minutes later she came back smelling like a cigarette. She squatted down in front of me and explained that most videos were not shot in one take and that she was going to need me to stick around for a few hours. I was stuck. Hopelessly restrained and helpless. And she just laughed that infectious laugh of hers and went to the back of the cage to re-administer her special brand of torture.


Part 2 (added: 12/08/2011)

And she just laughed that infectious laugh of hers and went to the back of the cage to re-administer her special brand of torture.

This was the last thing I remember before Mistress Barefoot slid a funny smelling rag under my nose. I had signed a contract with her for a two hour private session. I had watched every video she had put online. Most of them several times. Each video had her helpless slave in another predicament. And each time I was fantasizing about being in his place.

And that is exactly where I was. I had agreed to a session with her. A private session lasting two hours. She instead had recorded the whole thing with the threat of another take or twelve. At this point I was spent. Two hours in stringent bondage with constant teasing and one mind-blowing orgasm at the end. All I was hoping for was to be let free and then I'd grab a cigarette and a beer and call it a weekend.

She had a very different plan though. And part two of that plan involved something I had never done before.

While I was passed out, she undid the earlier bindings and put me into to something new. I was just as helpless as before, but a lot more exposed.

She put me into a thick leather straightjacket. But not the standard kind, this one wrapped the arms behind my body and locked in a half dozen different places. This left my arms useless and my nipples exposed. She had me stood straight up with the help of two chains hanging from the ceiling and locked to the D-rings on each shoulder of the jacket.

My feet were held about a foot and a half apart by two leather cuffs and a stainless steel spreader bar. Not that I was going anywhere in my current predicament.

She noticed me taking in my surroundings and whispered in my ear with her seductive lilt. She asked me if I enjoyed the gag in my mouth, and she hoped I liked the taste. It was two different pairs of her dirty panties. Both dripping with her taste. Both kept in my mouth with a roll of duct tape wound several times around my head. I grunted my disapproval and she of course ignored it.

She moved to the camera and I saw the light come on. She moved back towards me and started to explain the rules for the second take of the night. While attaching a pair of metal nipple clamps, each with a wire running out of it, she said she would shock me every few seconds until my dick was back to being fully hard.

The first jolts of electricity shot through my nipples and things began to stir. She knew that nipple play was my absolute weakness. Twisting them, pinching them or sucking on them, any type of attention there always got to me. For the next few minutes she shot little jolts into my nipples. Some lasted longer than others and some were higher intensity and I felt my dick begin to throb.

She spent a few more minutes doing this just to make sure I was as hard as I could be then she took a long piece of leather and tied my dick and balls off. Making sure the erection would stay just the way it was until she was done with it.

She left the room for a second and came back with a tripod and something pink and rubbery attached to the top. She explained that this was next part of the scene. She wanted to watch me fuck a Fleshlight. A Fleshlight is piece of rubber shaped like a flashlight except where the bulb is supposed to be there is a fake pussy.

Mistress Barefoot adjusted the height of the tripod and set the fake pussy just in front of my throbbing cock. I was painfully hard at this time from the nipple torture and I'm pretty sure I would have fucked anything. She spit on my cock a few times and told me to get to work.

I slid in as best I could with limited mobility and I started fucking that fake pussy as best as I could. She yelled at me to fuck it harder but with the chains and spreader bar there was only so much I could do.

She cackled something about motivation and turned the electricity back on. My nipples started getting jolts every few seconds and I continued to fuck as best as I could.

After fifteen minutes of this I was getting tired. I was getting very close to orgasming again, but I just couldn't get enough going to finish. She laughed at me and told me to stop for a minute. She had an idea. She walked back into the room wearing a large pink strap-on. It matched the pink boots she had on. Boots with six inch heels meant to give her better access to my ass I imagined.

She slid behind me and I felt a cold wet finger slide into my ass. And then two fingers and then nothing. Next was that thick, pink dick of hers. At least eight inches long and plenty thick. She took her time sliding it into me and my own dick throbbed with a renewed sense of urgency.

Once she got comfortable she began to fuck me slowly. Then she began slamming her eight inches into my ass with the vigor of a man fucking someone for the first time. She screamed at me to fuck her fake pussy while she fucked mine and I did. I slammed into that pussy and she continued to rip into me.

It took about five minutes of this and with the electricity jolting me and her pounding against my prostate and me fucking with everything I had I seized up and exploded. I continued to fuck while I came. My orgasm lasting almost a minute. She continued to fuck my ass while I collapsed as best I could.

When I came out of my post orgasm haze, I saw she was turning the camera off. As she walked out of the room she said something about doing another take. I shuddered slightly. And my dick began to throb again with the thought of one more round.