A gift to all of you great folk in the a.s.b. The following story contains extreme bd/sm, slavery, and even a love story. A note about the author: This is a delurk! I would like to thank you all for the experience and knowledge I have gained from you. I've been lurking for 3/4 of a year now. I am a Connecticut based SM/BDer and I along with my lovely Mistress belong to the United Leather Folk of CT. (ULC) founded and operated by Laura Goodwin. If you are in the area drop me a line, all are welcome in the ULC. Enjoy! Comments are welcome. Slave M. ****************************************************************************** High Tech Slavery - By Slave M.
part 1/3 High Tech Slavery - By Slave M. I would like to tell you about a fantasy come true. Let me start from the beginning. I am a computer process controls engineer and I work as a consultant for manufacturing firms. Computer process controls involves the use of computer controlled intelligent equipment for use in manufacturing and other related automation. Being a BD enthusiast, I have always thought of bizarre contraptions I could design that would be truly cruel and effective. This of course was strictly fantasy because I was not prepared to rob a bank to fund such a project. Here is where the fantasies come true. I belong to a local BD and SM support club consisting of a varied group of people that I have become quite close with over the past few years. We have biweekly meetings where we discuss varied related topics and once every month or two we have play parties. Members are from all walks of life and sexual preferences. We have some very creative people in the group, leather crafters, iron bondage gear, carpentry for pillories and whipping horses. This was the topic for a meeting about a year ago. We all had to discuss a bondage item that we would like to make. When it came around to me, I had taken out some very elaborate blue prints that I designed on my CAD/CAM computer. I showed the group my plan for an automated canning machine and a computerized bondage machine. I had plans for other equipment with me also but I did not want to overwhelm the group. As I was passing around the plans Mistress Fran, a member of the group, became extremely inquisitive and started asking me some very technical questions. Fran had been with the group for about 6 months and I did not know much about her accept for the fact that she was extremely beautiful, very dominant, enjoyed inflicting pain, and especially loved to tightly bind her victims for her pleasure. I asked mistress Fran how she knew so much about process controls and she did not answer but she told me she would like to see me after the meeting. The meeting broke up at about 10:30pm and Fran and I went to a local coffee shop. She asked me to pull the plans out and she started studying them again. I was a little thrown when the waitress came over to refill our cups and she looked down at the plans and asked what is that contraption. I was searching for something to say and Mistress Fran responded, "It's for torturing submissive slaves." The waitress turned a few shades of red and left. I finally asked mistress Fran why she had such a fascination for my plans. Her response floored me. She told me that she is the president of Bliss Manufacturing in Hartford. Her father owned the plant and he had died about 2 years ago leaving his estate to her. Mistress Fran who is in her late thirties had earned an MBA from Harvard and was vice president of the company when her father died. I was quite familiar with her company. Bliss was a major manufacturer of high strength light alloy frames and tubing for the aerospace industry and they had large contracts with NASA. Mistress Fran told me she had fantasized about building a bondage and torture machine room in the basement of her home that her father had left her. She did not want to ask one of the engineers at the plant to build it because of fear that others in the plant would find out or even worse NASA would find out. We talked shop until almost 3 AM in the morning and then Mistress Fran took my phone number and told me to go home and get some rest. It was early Sunday morning and I was awoken by the telephone. It was mistress Fran and she told me in a low dark voice to be at her home at 3 pm today and to bring the CAD disks from my computer. She left her address and hung up the phone without even listening for my response. My mind was racing. I tried to sleep a few more minutes but I could not. I was a few minutes late when I rang the buzzer at the front gate to Mistress Fran's estate. Over the intercom I heard "You're late" and then the gate opened. As I was pulling in to her driveway the garage door opened and she was standing in the garage wearing a very fancy full black leather dress that was laced from her crotch to just above her breasts. She was wearing elbow length leather gloves and leather boots that went up to her mid thigh. She motioned for me to pull in and she closed the automatic garage door behind me. We walked into her kitchen and we sat down at the kitchen table. Mistress Fran told me that she would like to hire me as an independent engineer for her company. She picked up some papers that were on the table and told me to read the contract. The contract was almost 4 pages long and in a very small type face. Apparently she had been up the rest of the night typing it up. As I sat there reading the contract I couldn't help but to notice her intense beauty. She had dark brown eyes and her dark brunette hair flowed smoothly down to her shoulders. She had olive skin and her breasts were very full and round for her slender body. Her facial features were sharp like a foreign fashion model. I had never seen her with a man and at the play parties she would show up with her slave girl Cassandra. Cassandra was a very docile slave and I never heard her say much. Cassandra was usually wearing a leather training mask that had a rubber penis gag. The contract was very specific. I was to be paid a small stipend to cover the expenses of maintaining my apartment and bills but I was to live in mistress Fran's home to work on the project. The contract detailed the project with a flow chart and completion dates for each phase. I had 25 days to complete the design work and then 180 days to complete the project. Each design would be subject to her changes and would need her final approval. I would not be allowed to enter the Bliss facilities and I could only submit work orders to Bliss through a fictitious company Mistress Fran had setup. The last paragraph of the contract was interesting and sent my already fast beating heart even faster. I tried to swallow but my throat was dry. The contract stated that I would be a slave worker for Mistress Fran and that I would agree to follow any order or submit to any physical activity that she wished. It also had a commitment clause that would be enforced before signing the contract that would be used to prove that I had serious intentions of completing the project and on time. I asked her what this meant and she explained that I would have to spend 24 hours in her slave cage. She said I could use the time to think of further contraptions and designs. I would only be allowed drinking water. I sat there at her kitchen table for a few moments wondering if I could pull this project off physically and emotionally. It didn't take long to decide that I could not pass up the opportunity of a life time nor could I walk out on such a lovely and compelling mistress. I said yes. At that moment she said, wonderful, she called to another room and said "Come here Cassandra," my eyes light up when I discovered that Cassandra was her live in slave. Cassandra walked in and she was wearing a very tight latex body suit that squeaked when she walked. Cassandra was almost as tall as myself and was a striking blonde. She had long hair that was tied in a pony tail and her breasts were also very round and full. Her nipples were trying to poke through the suit she wearing and her pussy lips were well pronounced. Mistress Fran told Cassandra to get changed and take the key to my apartment and collect up my clothes and some personal items. Mistress Fran told me to use the bathroom because this would be the last chance I get for a while. When I returned Mistress Fran had a leather bag in her hand and she led me to the east end of her sprawling home and unlocked a door that was in a pantry. The stairway led down to a rather large open basement room. The space was at least 75' by 100' with poured concrete walls and no windows. There was a heavy metal reinforced door that led to an outside hatchway into the back yard. It was rather cold and musty smelling and she had a few bondage articles in the space. I saw some metal wrist and ankle cuffs attached to chains hanging from anchors in one of the walls and there was a cage in the center of the room. Both the cuffs and the cage appeared to be made of the same alloys used at Bliss. The cage was perfectly crafted. It was made of high tensile chrome malibdimum and the welds were flawless. The cage was bolted to the floor at each corner and was about 4 feet long, 2 feet wide and maybe 4 feet high. The bars were tightly spaced and the lid and floor of the cage was made out of a solid sheet of thick aluminum. The lid to the cage used a piano type hinge along one side. Mistress Fran raised the lid to the cage and told me to remove all my clothes and step in. She then pulled a set of high tech looking handcuffs out of the leather bag and proceeded to lock my wrists behind my back. The cuffs were very light and were made of the same alloy. I was wondering how I would be able to sit in a cage for 24 hours with my arms locked behind me when she pulled a smaller set of cuffs from her bag and tightened them down on my thumbs. The 2 sets of cuffs working together prevented my hands from moving at all. She then pulled out a small plastic package from her bag that appeared to be a catheter kit. She grabbed my already stiff cock in her gloved hand and painfully inserted the lubricated tube deep into my cock. She then fed the tube through the bars of the cage and inserted the end into a plastic bottle attached to the outside of the cage. She told me to sit down in the cage and she closed the top. I was not very comfortable, there was not enough room to stretch out my long legs, nor was there room to turn around. She locked the top of the cage by sliding a long chrome bar through a series of interlocking cylinders that the lid created with the side of the cage, similar to the piano hinge on the other side. She pulled two heavy pad locks from her bag and locked each one through holes that were drilled in the ends of the bar. The sound of the large padlocks closing made my heart skip a beat. I noticed what appeared to be a large water bottle similar to what you would see in a hamster cage. I could just reach the stem of the bottle because it was at the end of the cage my feet were at. Mistress Fran said that at any time I could be let out of the cage but the contract would be torn up and I would be told to leave her house immediately. At this point I noticed several video cameras mounted on the ceiling. She must have some kind of monitor room upstairs so she could watch me. She started to walk back up the stairs and she turned around and said "Have fun" and she blew me a kiss She turned out the lights to the room and closed and bolted the door. It was very dark in the room and I was a little on the cold side. The floor of the cage was cold against my naked butt and balls. There was a small night light plugged into an outlet on the far wall that offered enough light for me to see my predicament and for the cameras to work. Without any sunlight it was hard to determine what time it was. I was wondering how I could possible stay in this cage for a complete day. I was already very uncomfortable, I was leaning back on my arms and they were aching. I could turn a little to each side to shift the weight from one side of my ass to the other. Suddenly my cock jerked and I remembered that I had a catheter stuck in me. My piss was flowing down the tube and into the jug. My cocked ached from the tube and I though of kicking the tube out by using my feet but then determined that this would be a bad move. Mistress Fran put me this way so I better stay this way, plus I had a days worth of pissing to do and doing it onto the bottom of the cage would make it worse. The cameras made me feel very helpless. At any point unknowing to me she could be watching me. I wonder if Cassandra is watching me too? I tried to nod off but I could not find an even semi comfortable position. My wrists and thumbs locked behind me was maddening. My shoulders ached. I dozed off for a few minutes and I totally lost track of time. I did not know if I was there 2 hours or 6 hours. I tried to listen for sounds but I think this part of the basement is under the garage so no one can be heard walking around in the house. It must have been the next morning by now, I spent most of the night thinking of new torture stations but my pain and discomfort was mounting. I started whimpering a little and the lack of movement and the coldness where getting to me. I started crying. I then snapped out of it and kept reminding myself of why I'm here and of the beautiful mistress that did this to me. How much time have I been here? This is the most torture I have ever suffered. My cock has been hard most of the whole ordeal and I can't control it. The cage is too narrow for me to reach around and stroke my aching cock. I have been drinking the water from the animal feeder but reaching the nozzle is very difficult and causes great pain. The jug on the side of the cage was at least 3/4 filled with my piss. Suddenly I heard the bolt on the door open and in walked Cassandra. I felt so humiliated her seeing me like this. She told me that it has been 15 hours and that I had 9 more to go. I could believe it and started to whimper...I thought I have been in here days. She then said "just kidding" and walked over to the cage and unlocked the padlocks on the bar. She lifted the top and told me to stand up. I could not stand, my legs were cramped. Her 6 foot frame then grabbed me under the arms and she lifted me off the floor and set my ass down on the side of the cage. She walked around to the front of me and slowly pulled the catheter out. It hurt like hell and the tears were running down my face and Cassandra just smiled. She unlocked the cuffs and helped me out of the cage. We went up to the guest quarters and she helped me into bed and turned out the light. I slept until early Tuesday morning. When I woke up I took a long hot shower and slipped into my bath robe and slippers that Cassandra had fetched from my house. I started walking around Mistress Fran's house room by room. I could not believe the size of it. I saw the monitor room where she and Cassandra watched me. The room had a long leather couch in front of 3 monitors that were still turned on and looking at the now empty cage. Mistress Fran walked in and greeted me and said congratulations. She asked if I was ready to sign and I said yes Mistress. I signed the contract. I have work to do. Based on the size of the space in the basement room, I designed a total of 7 bondage and torture stations. It took me a total of 17 days to finish the designs. I worked 7 days a week while Cassandra brought my meals and massaged my back and shoulders. I think mistress Fran ordered Cassandra to see to my needs. There were a few times when I would have loved to fuck her but she let me know that there will be none of that without the mistress's permission. I agreed. I also remembered a clause in the contract that stated if went against any of mistress Fran's wishes that I would serve another 24 hours in the cage. I really did not want to do that again. The cage was going to stay in the machine room as a holding area for the victim. I thought it would be a good idea to make each victim stay in the cage for 2 hours before being subjected to the machines so they had a second chance to change their minds. I submitted the designs to Mistress Fran on the 18 day. She spent the better part of the day studying the plans and scribbling in changes. On each of the 7 stations I designed she added a few dimension changes or additional items that showed me that she is a very cruel person. I had found out through the course of living with her that she got extremely physically aroused by watching slaves being tortured and bound for extended periods of time. Mistress Fran could sit in front of her monitors for hours watching her victims while here pussy would be dripping wet. I had the honor of sitting with her on her leather couch while we watched Cassandra chained to the irons on the basement wall. We spent the better part of a day watching while Cassandra was in a standing position with her arms and legs shackled to the wall. Mistress Fran had her feet on my lap while she was lying down on the couch and I almost came in my pants from her near touch and all of the excitement. She told me some stories of what she has done to Cassandra that gave me great respect for Cassandra. Over the past days I have seen Cassandra cleaning washing and vacuuming while wearing full leather cover over her head and heavy chains locked to her ankles and wrists. I had to work in lotion under the chains on her ankles one afternoon because Mistress Fran went to work and left Cassandra locked in the gear from the night before. A few nights ago I was allowed to sleep in Mistress Fran's bed. She had a very large king size bed that was raised up on a platform with steps leading to the bed. Cassandra was chained to the foot of the bed on the floor and I was allowed to sleep in the bed with Mistress Fran. The only hitch was that she locked a set of hand cuffs on my wrists and attached the cuffs to a leather belt that she locked around my waist. She also locked a pair of padded leather leg restraints to my ankles with a very short chain between them. Watching mistress Fran get into bed was incredible. She removed her bath robe and was completely naked. Her skin was very smooth and her ass and pussy was gorgeous. I had always been a life long fantasy of mine to be a house boy for a sophisticated woman that knew what she wanted. Mistress Fran gave me a very sensuous kiss and said good night. I slept in bonds until morning and when I woke up mistress Fran had already gone to work and Cassandra let me out of my bonds. It was time to order materials and start construction. I had 180 days to finish the 7 stations and I was well ahead of schedule. I was working 7 days a week. Every few days or so Mistress Fran would have some fun with me. She would make me stand in front of her video camera in the basement and she would order Cassandra to cane me. Yesterday Cassandra was ordered to give me 50 lashes with a heavy rattan cane. Cassandra was not holding back either. I had to stand there with my wrists around my ankles while Cassandra methodically caned me. She kept hitting me in the same spot and which was tearing my ass up. It is evident that Cassandra is just as masochistic as Mistress Fran is. I can't wait to get Cassandra in my contractions, or maybe that is why she is being so cruel with me, she wants to suffer in my machines. I was building all 7 stations at one time as the materials were delivered. I installed the control center that was a one way mirrored glass enclosure in the center of the basement room. I also enclosed the stair case so you could walk into the control room from upstairs without the victims seeing the torturer. This was one of Mistress Fran's requests. As the stations were nearing completion I needed to test them so I used Cassandra. Mistress Fran had given permission to use Cassandra to test and fine tune the machines. I was surprised at how much Cassandra loved the stations, she was in evident pain but her love for masochism was stronger. I could hardly control myself seeing Cassandra in these cruel torture devices and the anticipation that soon I may be put through these machines made me very excited. The room is finished. I gave Mistress Fran the grand tour and carefully explained how to operate each station. I had yet to officially be bound and tortured in the new facility because I had been so busy trying to complete the project. It was a Friday night and the 3 of us celebrated with a bottle of champagne and a fine dinner that Cassandra prepaired for us. Mistress Fran decided that Cassandra and I would spend the weekend in the torture room. Mistress Fran ordered me and Cassandra to remove our clothes and follow her downstairs. When we got downstairs Mistress Fran opened the lid to the slave cage and told us to step in. I never thought of putting 2 people in this cage but apparently Mistress Fran did. The only way we could fit was to wrap our legs around each other while sitting face to face. Mistress Fran locked the top and walked back upstairs. We were locked in the cage for a few hours during which time we talked about what was in store for us. My legs were getting cramped from being wrapped around Cassandra beautiful waist and my cock was hard for the entire time. I apologized but there wasn't a lot I could do about it. Mistress Fran came down the stairs and walked out of the side door of the new hallway to the control room. She was wearing the same lace up black leather suit she was wearing the first day I drove to her house. She unlocked the lid to the cage and then went into the control room. I had installed a microphone and speaker so she could speak to her victims from the control room. Over the speaker we heard "proceed to station one." Station One: "Keep Real Still". Over the speaker we heard. "Cassandra, place the slave into the station and set up the sensors." This torture device was the first one that I designed many years ago. It consisted of a metal frame with a leather saddle similar to a bondage horse. The frame could be raised or lowered by use of a pump jack like the barbers' chairs use. Cassandra screwed the 6 inch metal dildo into the base of the saddle and spread lube over it. The dildo was made of a shiny high tensile alloy. She told me to straddle the horse and then she rose the horse until the dildo was well up my ass. I was almost sitting on the horse but was still standing on my feet. Cassandra then locked my ankles to metal cuffs that were fastened to the floor on each side of the horse. She then cuffed my hands behind my back and pulled my arms back and locked the cuffs to a chain that was attached to an eye hook at the rear of the horse. This prevented me from touching any part of my body and was also used for causing discomfort and stress on the victim. Cassandra now started to set up the sensors. She connected the electrical wire to the base of the dildo and set up the 4 contact sensors. The contact sensors detected skin capacitance where if any part of my body touched a sensor, the sensor would set off a signal to the computer and in turn the computer would send an electrical shock to the dildo. The intensity and duration of the shock could be adjusted in the control room under clearly labeled buttons for each station. Cassandra started moving the sensors into place. She was now very familiar with the machines and knew exactly how to set them up to cause the most discomfort. The sensors were mounted on adjustable arms that could be set up in any position or variation. She set one sensor about 1/2 inch behind the left check of my ass. Another sensor was put under my chin but she had me hold me head up so I was looking slightly at the ceiling. The 3rd sensor was put in front of my stomach and Cassandra had me hold in my stomach as she set up the sensor about 1/4 inch away. The 4th sensor was placed under my crotch behind my balls that prevented me from resting my weight onto the horse. Cassandra kissed me on my left ear and walked into the control room. At this point my cock was pulsating so hard I thought I was going to loose it. My heart was pounding and Mistress Fran had not even turned on the contraption yet.
part 2/3 High Tech Slavery - By Slave M. Several minutes went by and I was trying to stand perfectly still not knowing if the sensors were turned on. I designed the electrical current that passes through the dildo to be very uncomfortable but mostly harmless. It was about 60,000 volts but only about 1/10 of an amp. I had tried the shock on myself while testing the machine and it can be very stressful if used at the full setting. My legs were starting to get stiff and my shoulders were burning, I must have been there about 20 minutes now. I had not touched off a sensor but I could not hold my stomach in any more and I let it out. My stomach touched the sensor and I got a strong jolt of electricity right up my ass hole. My whole body flinched and my ass hit the rear sensor and set it off the shock again. I managed to stabilize myself to stop the shocks but I was suddenly realizing that I had designed a very intense torture machine. My mind was beginning to break down and it had only been about 30 minutes. I forgot that I had a sensor under my chin and I looked down to see my rock hard penis and the shock went off again. Mistress Fran must have increased the setting because the shock made me jump off the floor and yank against my leg chains. The duration seemed longer too. Was I ever going to be set free? Cassandra came back out of the control room and walked over to me. She started caressing my inner thighs and ass. She told me that I have a little while more to go and that I was exciting mistress Fran immensely. Cassandra gave my stiff cock a gentle stroke and then she walked back into the control room. Her bare ass was so beautiful. It had been over an hour but was hard to tell, my body was getting fatigued and I was setting off the shocks almost all the time. My body was jumping back and forth setting off sensors as I squirmed. I was worried that Mistress Fran and Cassandra were not even in the control room any more. Maybe they went upstairs and forgot about me. The shocks then stopped and Cassandra came out and slowly unlocked my legs and arms. She lowered the horse and it felt as if a truck was pulled out of my ass. The ooze that emanated from the tip of my cock was all over the saddle. I sat on the freshly painted concrete floor and started massaging my muscles. This was a cruel torture and I was exausted. Cassandra told me to take a 30 minute break and proceed to station two. Station Two: "Caning devotion". I guess I was ready for my next torture session. Mistress Fran was still in the control room and the mirrored glass prevented me from seeing what she was doing but I would guess that she is sitting in the high back padded leather chair and that she had her legs up on the computer console and was fingering her very wet pussy. I had a bit of nervousness about being subjected to my inventions for the entire weekend. Right now I have only finished one station and already I am drained from the electric shocks my ass has taken. I knew Cassandra would do everything possible to make my experience as tough as possible. Last week I was testing station one on Cassandra and I had put the contact sensors in very cruel areas. I placed one right under her pussy lips so she could not try to rub her pussy on the saddle, another sensor was under her left breast so if her breast jiggled even the slightest it would set off the shocks. I'm sure she did not forget how I treated her. We heard over the speaker, "Place the victim into station two." It was such a turn-on watching the naked Cassandra's while she prepared the station. The contraption consisted of a pillory made of 2 inch think aluminum stock. The pillory could be adjusted to the height of the victim. Cassandra opened the pillory and I placed my hands and neck into the openings. She then closed the pillory and locked the 2 half's together with a long bolt that passed length wise through the center of both pieces. She then adjusted the height of the pillory so that I was bent over at a right angle. Cassandra tightend the handcuff ratchets that closed over my wrists in the holes of the pillory. This was designed so a person of any size could be locked into the pillory. Next she prepared the contraption that locked my legs in place. The leg lock consisted of two long cylinders attached to a bar that locked in the floor. The cylinders were also made of heavy aluminum and opened up by use of long piano type hinges running down the length of the tube. She opened the tubes and I placed a leg in each tube. The tubes were then locked with hasps that were installed at intervals down the length of the tube. With the tubes in place I was unable to move my legs, ass or upper body in any direction. This was required so the automatic canner would hit in the same prescribed place on my ass. Cassandra wheeled over the canning machine. This machine was a hydraulic arm that extended out of a control box. It was about the size of a small filing cabinet. A variety of cane types could be attached to the arm. The canes were all made out of a very strong but pliable nylon. Cassandra installed one of the heavier nylon canes which was about 3/4 inches in diameter. I had tried all the canes when I was building the machine and the heavier canes were a real thumper. Cassandra wheeled the canner into place and then set on the wheel locks. She hit the test button to see where the cane would fall. The canner whacked me on the lower portion of my ass and my whole body flinched against my bonds but I did not move. Cassandra then raised the canner machine and hit the test button again. This time it struck me on the most tender part of my upper ass. I know she did this for revenge. Now come the computer hookups. Cassandra opened a piece of paper that she had been carrying and on it was a sentence that Mistress Fran had written. Cassandra picked up the microphone attached to the computer in front of me and told me to read the sentence into the microphone. She hit the record button and I spoke "Thank you my lovely mistress Fran" into the mic. Cassandra then set the microphone on a stand and placed it near my mouth and then she kissed me on the check and said "Enjoy." I knew exactly what I had to do. There was a red light that was going to flash, and when it flashed I had to speak the sentence into the mic. The automatic canner would then give me a stroke. In the control room there were 3 control knobs for this station. One knob controls the intensity of the stroke. One knob controls the intensity of the punishment stroke, and the last knob controls the interval in seconds between light flashes. When the red light flashes I have about 3 seconds to speak the sentence into the mic. The computer has a speech interpreter and is programmed to listen for the sentence that Cassandra had entered a few moments ago. If I spoke the correct sentence and did it in time I got a cane stroke. If I missed my cue or did not speak the sentence correctly I got a punishment stroke that usually is set at a very high intensity. The red light flashed and I immediately spoke "Thank you my lovely mistress Fran" then the cane stuck me. The nylon cane was very stingy and heavy. I felt the hit reverberate through my body. Mistress Fran had the light flashing about every 20 seconds and I continued to perform correctly. This was going on for about 15 minutes now. My ass was getting very raw. The cane strokes had all of my nerves on fire. I started to daze out a little and I was slow in responding to the red light. I started speaking but it was too late. The punishment stroke hit me and I almost fainted. The shock of the stroke was intense My legs buckled but I did not move an inch. The evil cylinders that my legs were locked into kept me very stationary. The red light flashed again and I did not hesitate, I was now very intentive to responding to the light and I did not want any more punishment strokes. I'm sure Mistress Fran and Cassandra were getting off on this. I felt so helpless and humiliated locked into this machine. My ass was on fire. Mistress Fran changed the time between light flashes and it seemed like about every minute or so. I think she decided that my ass was getting too bruised and she wanted to keep me in the machine longer. I spent the better part of 2 hours in the machine getting a stroke every minute. I was able to move my ass up and down a few inches in each direction so the cane would not keep hitting me in the same spot. During the 2 hours I missed my cue 3 times and suffered a punishment stroke. I will never forget those strokes. This machine I designed is truly evil and now I am being tortured by it. My mind was racing, I though that Mistress Fran and Cassandra fell asleep in the control room or maybe they went upstairs and they are watching me from the leather couch while they make love together. Were they going to keep me in this torture station all day? After what I suspect was about 2 hours the light stopped. I was able to close my eyes and relax. My emotional state was very drained from concentrating on the light and repeating the same sentence "Thank you my lovely mistress Fran" over and over again. About a 1/2 hour later Cassandra came out of the control room door and undid my bonds. She told me to talk a break and get ready for the next station. At this point all I could say was "yes my lady." Station Three: "Thirsty?" This was a 2 person station. Any combination of sexes could be used. This was a station that 2 people could lock themselves into but needed a third person to get them out. Cassandra started with me. There was a 4 inch round steel column cemented into the floor and it extended to the ceiling. I knelt down and got into a hog tie position with the post going up between my legs and up behind me. Cassandra used a special set of leg and wrist cuffs that were interconnected. The wrists and leg cuffs were connected together with one link of a chain that resembled a 4 circle pattern. She locked my ankles and wrists together behind me on the other side of the post with my knees wresting on a thick rubber pad. She then attached a 4 inch wide leather belt around my waist and the post that held me to the post very tightly. She then attached a ball gag in my mouth that consisted of a heavy rubber inflatable bag with an attached air pump. The rubber bag was connected to a series of leather straps that wrapped behind and around my head. Cassandra buckled all the leather straps snugly and then inflated the rubber bag. The bag filled my entire mouth. She then took out a padded nylon belt with velcro at the ends and attached my neck to the post. I could not move any part of my body. I felt very submissive in this position because I was on my knees and my limbs were well behind me and locked in. The cuff locks that bound my wrists and ankles were tight and it was painful if I fought against them so I had to stay very still. Cassandra then took out a catheter and inserted the tube down my hard penis, she was gentle but she did not waste any time. She then took a small piece of raw hide shoe lace and tied it to the handle of a 1/2 gallon plastic jug. She tied the other end of the lace around my balls. She wrapped the lace around several times and tied it off and gave my nuts a hard squeeze. I groaned into the gag and I was barely heard. The other end of my catheter tube was inserted into the plastic jug hanging from my balls. Next was Cassandra's setup. There was another post like mine about 3 feet away but instead of kneeling on the floor there was a platform about 4 feet high up the post. Cassandra attached the same type of gag I was wearing to herself and inflated the gag. She then pulled down a clear plastic tube that was attached to a box in the ceiling and inserted the tube into a special hole in the center of the rubber inflatable bag in her mouth. She pushed the tube down into her throat until she had a gag reflex. Next she took out a catheter and lubed up the tube and inserted into her uretha. She uncoiled the clear plastic hose and walked over to me and inserted the other end of the hose into the special hole in the center of my rubber gag. She inserted the tube into my mouth until it touched the back of my throat. She kept pushing it in until I gagged a little and then she pulled it out just a hair. I could feel the tube touching the back of my throat. Cassandra then climbed up on the platform and tightend the 4 inch leather belt around her waist and the post. She attached the velcro belt around her neck and the post and then she locked her ankles and wrists together with the special set of cuffs. She was very helpless looking and her beautiful shaved pussy was already wet. She was extremely sexy to look at. Her nipples were very dark and pronounced and her fair skin looked flawless. Mistress Fran had turned on the valve from the control room that started the water flowing from the water control box on the ceiling above Cassandra. I could see the water flowing into her mouth and her adams apple moving up and down. The water was a slow trickle. It was about 12 ounces every 20 minutes. It was only a few minutes later that I saw the yellow urine uncontrollably come from Cassandra's beautiful pussy and flow down the tube. It reached my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow it. It tasted very sour and strong. It would take a while for the water she was drinking to flush her system. I could see Cassandra looking down at my dick that was now sticking straight out and was hard as a rock. I think she enjoyed watching my predicament of being forced to drink her piss. About 15 minutes into this she was flowing her clear urine into my mouth and I was slowly drinking Cassandra's piss. Suddenly I felt my body jerk a little and I was pissing into the plastic jug hanging from my balls. I could feel the jug getting heavier as it started to pull on my balls. The raw hide lace was cutting into my balls and was very uncomfortable. I heard Mistress Fran say over the speaker, "nice job slaves, I am setting the timer on the water for 2 hours. When the timer goes off and Cassandra is all done feeding you, I will let you out. Bon appetite." I spent the next 2 hours drinking Cassandra's nectar. Cassandra was getting very sore because I could see her fighting against her bonds but the leather belt holding her to the post prevented her from moving. She was getting fatigued and didn't want to drink any more water and she was crying. By the end of the 2 hours I must have swallowed at least a 1/2 gallon of her urine. My balls were hurting and were stretched and hanging very low from the weight of the jug. By now I had filled up the jug almost half way with my own piss. Finally I heard the solenoid shut off on the water spigot and Mistress Fran walked out and unlocked Cassandra's ankle and wrist locks. She told Cassandra to unlock me and for the two of us to get a good night sleep. We had a full day ahead of us in the morning. Mistress Fran walked upstairs and Cassandra stood there massaging her aching body. She pulled her gag off and then pulled the catheter out of her pussy. She stood there looking at me in my helplessly bound state and said, "Maybe I should leave you here for a few hours and unlock you in the middle of the night." I whimpered at her and begged with my eyes while trying to shake my head no. She came over and pulled the catheter out of my dick very quickly, and I shrieked into my gag. She untied the cord from my balls and told me that I should drink my piss too and started to put the tube from my mouth into the jug. Again I whimpered and shock my head. She grabbed my balls and squeezed them very hard. My cries were so muffled in the gag you could barely hear me. By now I had tears streaming down my face and she commented that I was an ungrateful slave. She deflated my gag and pulled it off my face. I gasped for air and finally got to move my stiff jaw. She unlocked the wicked metal cuffs that were binding my limbs behind me and I thanked Cassandra and slowly unbent my knees and tried to stand up. I was too drained and broken down to even protest about what she just did to me. We both slowly walked upstairs and crashed into our beds. Station Four: "To much of a good thing." This one was another 2 person station any combination of sexes could be used. This time Mistress Fran assisted in locking me in to the station. I removed my clothing and got up into the narrow table. The table was made of metal and had leather straps that ran across from side to side from one end of the table to the other. The straps were connected to channels that are embedded in the table so the straps could slide and adjust to any size person. The head of the table had an extension wide enough to rest my head on. The extension was made of molded rubber and held the back of my head in a cup. Cassandra and Mistress Fran proceeded to buckle all the straps on the table. I was belted in with my arms to my sides and my legs together. There were straps at least every 6 inches from my shoulders to my feet. They were pulling the straps rather tightly which gave me a very helpless feeling. A wide rubber strap came around the head extension and wrapped around my forehead. I was unable to move my head nor any other part of my body. Mistress Fran said "open wide" and she inserted a rubber ball gag in my mouth and buckled the leather strap behind the head extension. She did not want me sticking my tongue where it wasn't allowed. Mistress Fran then inserted a breathing hose into the hole in the center of the ball in my mouth and ran the hose down beside me. She then walked over and removed Cassandra's very wet panties and stuck them on my nose and said, "Take a good whiff slave, get used to the smell." Cassandra walked over to me and facing my feet got up and straddled my face. Cassandra was a big boned woman standing at least 6 feet tall. She had thick legs and very round plump ass but was also very shapely. Cassandra's pussy was right over my mouth and her sweet asshole was setting right on my nose with her ass covering my face. I could not see a thing because Cassandra's ass was covering my eyes. Mistress Fran then hit the pump jack on my table and raised me up so Cassandra's weight was partially on my face with her feet just off the floor. Mistress Fran then strapped Cassandra's thighs to the end of the table just above my shoulders and she attached a pair of handcuffs to Cassandra's wrists and padlocked the cuffs to a chain hanging from the ceiling just above her. This was the most intimate I have ever gotten with Cassandra and I wanted to lick her pussy but could not get my tongue around the ball gag that was jammed in my mouth. I could smell Cassandra's sexy wet pussy and asshole. Mistress Fran attached a leather belt around Cassandra's thighs that caused her thighs to tightly clamp my head. My ears were completely blocked off with her thighs and I could not hear a thing. All the sudden I felt the weight of Mistress Fran sitting on my chest. She must be playing with Cassandra's tits. I felt Cassandra squirming around and I figured that Mistress Fran was probably biting Cassandra's nipples. Cassandra was getting hot. Her body temperature rose drastically and her pussy juice was flowing over my face. I was somewhat comfortable. The weight of Cassandra on my face was getting heavy but it was too enjoyable to think of it as a discomfort. Mistress Fran started playing with me. She attached a vicious set of nipple clamps to me. The clamps had a little sharp spike in the jaw that was extremely painful. I instantly started to moan but my cries were muffled against the gag and Cassandra wet crotch. The clamps were taken off and then put back on again. Mistress Fran did this off and on for about 15 minutes. She then moved to my cock. She used some kind of whip that had a single strand to it. I think it was one of my whip designs that consisted of a piece of mono filament fishing line with tiny lead shot braided over it. She was whipping my cock and balls and I was trying to move away from the blows but could not even flinch and I was sweating all over. She then attached rubber bands to my nuts and proceeded to tear the bands off. Cassandra's crotch was cooling off by now and her pussy and asshole where sticking to my face. I lost track of time and I guessed that we were locked together like this for at least 4 hours. Cassandra did not hesitate when it came time to urinate. Every so often she would let go and her hot piss would flow down my face. Some of it would leak past the gag and I would have to swallow it because there was no way of spitting it out. By now I was very familiar with taste of her piss. Finally I felt Cassandra's weight come off my face and I open my eyes. The 2 gorgeous females were standing in an embrace and looking over me. Mistress Fran asked Cassandra if they should leave me here for a few more hours? Cassandra said no, let him clean himself up, I want to watch him perform in station five. The two of them unstrapped me from the table and helped me to my feet. There were no clocks in the torture room so I had no idea what time it was. I was told to wash up and take a short rest. Station Five: "Manual Labor". This station was mostly Mistress Fran's design because she loved to watch slaves work for her. The station was a steel bared cage about 8 X 10 feet that was in the corner of the room. Two walls of the cage where heavy steel bars from floor to ceiling and the other two walls were the concrete walls of the basement. The floor was concrete but was covered with a sheet of black linoleum. The door had a lock that was controlled by a computer connected solenoid. Mistress Fran placed a small plastic bucket in the cage and said "In case you have to pee." She then had me place my arms behind my back and she slid on a heavy latex glove that encased my arms from my hands up to my shoulders. She buckled the straps up and down the glove and I could feel my elbows pulling together. Mistress Fran said, "We don't want you to use your hands now." She then locked a set of ankle cuffs on my legs and told me to step into the cage. I stepped in and Mistress Fran took out a plastic jug filled with metal confetti. The confetti was a metallic substance made of steel. She poured the confetti all over the floor of the cell. She then threw a small device about the size of a magic marker on to the floor and shut the door to the cage. The lock on the door shut with a bang. Mistress Fran said, "You have work to do slave, get going." I got on my knees and picked up the small tool in my teeth. The tool had a pickup device at the end about the size of a 50 cent piece. The metal base was an electro magnet that could pick up about 5 or 10 pieces of confetti at a time. I would pick up some pieces using the tool and then I would have to crawl over to a bin that was about 4 feet off the ground on the cage wall and with my tongue I could depress a button at the end of tool that would shut off the electro magnet and the confetti would drop into the bin. My chore was to pick up every piece of confetti. Here was the kicker. There were computer eyes in the ceiling that refracted light off the confetti that told the computer that there was still confetti on the floor. When every bit of confetti was removed from the floor, the light would stop refracting into the lenses and the computer would open the solenoid controlled lock on the cage door. I knew that Mistress Fran would never open the door for me even if I sat there for days, so I had no choice but to get to work. The water feeder that was in the small cage was moved to this cage so I could get some water when I needed. I tried to calculate how long it would take me to pick up all the confetti by trying to guess how much was on the floor and how many I was picking up in one minute. My estimate told me that I would be doing this for the next 7 or 8 hours. It was slow going not being able to use my arms and the leg shackles were very frustrating because they prevented me from taking big steps. It was easier to crawl on the floor instead of getting up each time to walk over to the collection bucket. Mistress Fran had her video cameras set up and she and Cassandra were probably up in the study cuddling on the leather couch while watching me labor down here. It took me about 7 hours to pick up all the confetti. I took some breaks because of the pain in my arms. I was a mess. My ankles were raw from where I was fighting against the steel cuffs and my body was sore. When I finished, the caged door lock opened and I crawled out of the cage and up the stairs to mistress Fran and I kissed her leather boots and thanked her. It was almost 6pm on Saturday now and I was allowed to take a short nap and shower up for the small party that was arranged for tonight.
part 3/3 High Tech Slavery - By Slave M. Station 6: "Service station." It was Saturday night. I had a few hours to rest and it was time for Mistress Fran to have a party. The whole torture session had started roughly 24 hours ago and I had been through 5 grueling torture machines. For me, this was the wild most fantasy come true. These bizarre designs that had been a pipe dream have been made real by one of the loveliest and richest dominant woman in the nation. I had resigned myself at submitting to Mistress Fran and no matter what I would not complain. I wanted to be her perfect slave and pleasing her was my only wish. Over the last half a year on several opportunities I had expressed my gratitude to mistress Fran. Mistress Fran acknowledged my gratitude but always kept a relationship between us as contractual. Physically I was somewhat exausted but I was holding up. I had kept in top physical shape throughout the past months by doing laps in mistress Fran's indoor lap pool and jogging on her indoor track. Mentally I was much weaker. I felt as if I was a puppy dog to mistress Fran. I was so submissive to her that I did not even have any other thoughts. Any thing she told me to do I did without hesitation. The torture sessions over the last day had broken me down. One portion of the torture room was a lounge and it had a long leather couch and two leather reclining chairs. Mistress Fran had invited some of her dominant friends over and took them on a tour of the new torture room. I was showering in my room when Cassandra came in. Cassandra told me that mistress Fran was showing video tapes to her guests of the sessions I had spent in the 5 stations. The guests were all extremely impressed at what Mistress Fran and I had accomplished. Cassandra was sitting on the edge of my bed when I was toweling off and I walked over and sat on the bed with her. I told Cassandra that I have never gotten this close with someone before. We had worked so closely and performed very intimate acts together. I put my arm around her shoulder and held her close and without hesitation we both met midway and started kissing. Her tongue darted into my mouth almost instantly and our lips were locked together for the next 10 minutes. The buzzer on Cassandra's belt rang which meant it was time for us to meet the guests. Cassandra and I walked into the torture room naked and greeted Mistress Fran's guests. We got on our knees and kissed their feet. There were two men and a woman. The three of them were dominant friends of mistress Fran and each had slaves of their own that were now locked into the torture stations. Cassandra went to the control room to monitor and administer their punishment. Video tapes were being made and Mistress Fran would give each of the three a tape of their slave in torment. Mistress Fran told me to fetch the slave cart. This was a contraption that I had designed for servicing guests at such a gathering. The cart was made of stainless steel and was about the size of an end table. I rolled the cart over and climbed up and laid on the cart on my stomach. I placed my arms and legs in the cylinders that were welded to each corner of the table. My stomach and chest rested on the cart top and my limbs were inserted down each tube. Mistress Fran walked over and buckled the straps that were at the top and bottom of each tube. The straps locked my ankles and wrists and the top of arms around my biceps that the top of my thighs firmly to the tubes. A strap on the table top belted around my waist and locked my torso firmly to the table top. The top of the table around my crotch was cut out so full access was available to my ass, dick, and balls. Mistress Fran walked over and attached a ruthless device that I designed to my balls. The device is a ring steel ring with a ratchet that locked around my balls. Attached to the ring was a bag made of a woven tightly looped chain. Attached to the metal bag was two rings of small cable that made the bag compress similar to the cables on a bicycle hand break. The cables attached to a foot pedal that was mounted at the base of the table. When the foot pedal is depressed, the cables would get pulled tighter through the ring that would cause the metal chain bag to compress around my balls. Needless to say, anyone with their foot on the pedal would have unlimited control of me. When I was testing the table, Cassandra locked me into the table and experimented with the device and the results were even more surprising than I realized when I was designing the evil contraption. The pain was immense and she had me begging her to stop within seconds. Cassandra had some fun and made me lick her toes. She kept depressing the pedal and telling me I was not doing a good enough job. Within minutes I was licking her toes as if it was the most important thing I ever had to do. Well now I was in front of Mistress Fran and her three guests. Her woman friend who never told me her name was older. She was in her fifties and was completely naked. She had long gray hair and looked very intimidating. Her breasts were full and she had a ton of black hair on her crotch. The two men looked very young. I suspect that they were in their early twenties. One man was very muscular and tall. He was blond and had very little body hair. He was naked except for a leather bikini bottom. The other man was wearing a leather mask with the eyes, nose, and mouth cut out and I was very nervous at his appearance. His skin was dark and he looked either black or maybe from the islands. He was wearing a robe and I could not see any of his body. Mistress Fran told her guests that I was here for their amusement while their slaves were unavailable. I never was able to see who their slaves were but I knew that one of them was in station one because I could her a female groaning and the electric dildo going on and off. The other slaves may have been in the slave labor cage because I did not hear much of them. The blond man pulled the cart over to him while he was lying back on the leather couch. He inserted his bare foot onto the foot pedal and pressed down about half way. I cried out and said, please master, I will do anything you wish. He stood up and slid down his leather panties. His semi hard cock popped out. His crotch and balls were completely shaven. He sat back in the couch and pulled the cart closer and said start sucking. He lifted is cock up and placed his balls near my mouth. This was the first time I had ever been in a situation where I had a cock or balls near my mouth. At play parties I had kissed a few men but had never gotten this heavy. I hesitated for a moment and the blond man pressed down on the pedal very hard. My body went into shock, he lifted up on the pedal and said, "You want me to do that again?". Without hesitation I put his shaven balls in my mouth. I started sucking them and he again pressed down on the pedal and said "don't stop until I tell you to slave". I started sucking and tonguing his balls and he sat back in the couch and closed his eyes. This went on for at least 20 minutes and then he said, "Suck me off slave." His cock was very hard and was at least 8 inches long in its hard state. He put the tip of his cock to my mouth and pressed on the pedal. I pulled his cock into my mouth and started sucking. I spent about 15 minutes sucking his cock and running my lips up and down his shaft when all the sudden he started shaking and breathing loud and he proceeded to squirt a huge load of cum in my mouth. Mistress Fran said in the background, "You eat every bit of it now." I kept sucking and he kept squirting more cum. His cum was very salty and was filling my throat. I tried to swallow as much as I could but some of it started running down my chin. He pulled his cock out and pushed the cart away with his foot. He said "Very nice, but that wasn't enough." He pulled the cart back over to him and told me to keep sucking. His cock was limp and I pulled it into my mouth. I was sucking on his limp cock when the gray haired woman walked over to a the wall where the torture implements were and she grabbed one of the nylon canes. She walked over to me and starting wailing the cane on my naked ass. My ass was fully exposed because of the awkward position my legs were locked in. She was hitting me on the crack of my ass between my checks. The pain was coursing through my body and I stopped sucking the blond man's limp cock. He immediately stepped on the foot pedal and within a second I pulled his now hard cock back into my mouth and started sucking again. The woman continued whacking my ass with the cane and the pain was intense. The dark man in the hood was watching all of this and he suddenly stood up and he opened his robe. His dark cock was enormous. It was becoming erect and it was at least 10 to twelve inches. He walked over to the bag on the floor and pulled out a tube of lube. He started spreading the lube on his cock while walking over behind me. The woman stopped caning me and he started to jam his huge cock up my ass. My asshole was very sore from the electric dildo treatment I suffered from station one last night. He started thrusting his hard cock in and out of my ass. My head was spinning. Between the blond man's cock in my mouth and his foot on the pedal that was crushing my balls and the dark man penetrating my ass I was in a daze. The blond man came again in my mouth, this time a lot less but it was still very thick. The dark man rammed my ass a while longer and then pulled out. The two men seemed very satisfied and went upstairs with Mistress Fran to freshen up and look at their slaves from the monitors. The gray haired woman stayed behind and started to play with my cock. My cock was getting hard from her touch and she started slapping it very hard. She told me that my cock loved it because look how hard it was getting. I could not control my cock but it was rock hard despite the fact that she was slapping it so hard that it stung against my stomach. She then sat in one of the recliners and put her legs up on the arms of the chair. Her pussy and ass were staring right at me. She had thick black crotch hair that completely covered her pussy and crack of her ass. She told me that she wanted me to taste her and she put her foot on the pedal and said, "You are going to eat my shit you worm." She said "Are you ready?", and she pressed the pedal all the way until it stopped. My balls were on fire and my body jerked violently against the straps holding me to the cart. I cried out and said anything you wish my mistress, and she said "good answer." The pain in my belly was still lingering while she sat there with her asshole pressed up to my mouth. This was never a fantasy of mine but I was so helpless to this woman that I had no choice and my nuts could not take one more crushing. She said "get ready, its coming, make sure to eat all of it." The look on her face was shear pleasure, it was apparent that this mistress really got into this because she was rubbing her wet pussy and moaning. Her asshole started to open and piece of shit started to emerge. I put my mouth on the shit and the taste was revolting. I just wanted to get this scene over with and maybe mistress Fran would come back down and save me. The woman produced a good size shit and I gagged it down. While this was going on she was rubbing her very wet pussy and was climaxing. She said, "Very good slave, now lick my ass and pussy clean." The taste of her pussy was very strong. She stood up and hit the pedal again as she left the lounge. She had to crush my balls one more time. I heard her walk into the control room. I was still strapped to the portable metal cart with the taste of shit and cum in my mouth. They spent the next few hours watching their slaves in the stations and relaxing and left me in the lounge strapped to the table. It was late Saturday night. Mistress Fran's guests had just left and Mistress Fran came into the lounge and told me what a wonderful time she had and how impressed her guests were with the torture room. She unstrapped me from the metal table told me to take a hot bath in her whirlpool tub in the bathroom that adjoined her bedroom. She helped me up the stairs and we both got into the big tub while Cassandra prepared the bed and laid out Mistress Fran's night wear. I was exausted but the hot water soothed my aching muscles. Mistress Fran was using her feet to gently massage my legs while we sat in the warm tub. I suddenly realized that the 3 of us have become very accustomed to each other and I felt as if Mistress Fran and Cassandra were closer to me than any females I have ever met. I have had many dozens of dates over the last few years and none of them never really understood my kinkiness. With these 2 lovely ladies I never even gave a thought that they did not except my bizarre kinkiness. We got out of the tub and Mistress Fran told me that I was to sleep in my own bed tonight. I would be allowed to sleep with her and Cassandra on Sunday night if I completed the torture room stations to her standards. I knew that her only standard was that I do not complain and that I be totally dedicated to her. This would not be a problem because I have become so attached and dedicated to my mistress that I would do anything for her pleasure. I stumbled down to my bedroom and fell into bed. It was Sunday morning and we just finished a lovely breakfast that Cassandra prepared for us. I was ordered to wash the dishes and then meet them downstairs and start the last and final station. Station 7: "Torture thyself." This station was probably the most difficult station. I never even tested this station after building it because of the difficulty I have in performing this torture. The station uses the self locking jail cell from station 5. Both Cassandra and Mistress Fran were in the monitor room upstairs. I assume that they have an afternoon of love making planned while they watch my predicament over the monitors. I brought in the computerized paddle and cane into the cell and hooked the computer connections up the sockets that were built into the handles on the cane and paddle. I went into the control room and set the cane at 100 strokes and the paddle at 100 strokes and set the force to medium as prescribed by Mistress Fran. I then walked back into the cell and closed the door behind me. The door automatically locked. The sound of the door locking made my stomach drop. I knew what was in store for me and I was the one that would have to administer my own punishment. The paddle and cane were my last design. I thought of it at the last minute and the idea came very easily. I said to myself, what do I hate doing the most and this design came right to mind. Built into the cane and paddle was a motion sensor. When the cane or paddle was hit on something the sensor would count the stroke. The force factor prescribed how hard you had to hit the paddle or cane to set off the sensor. A red light just outside the cage would flash letting me know if the sensor detected a proper strike. When the number of strokes from each implement reached the total prescribed amount that was set in the control room the cell door would open. As in station 5, I knew the agreement was that I would not be let out of the cell until I finished my punishment. I stood there looking at the paddle and cane I felt like a child having to go to the dentist. I have no problem taking a punishment from someone else but administering it to myself was tough. It was by far the most humiliating and probably the most painful ordeal that I faced in this torture room. The paddle was made of oak and was a little smaller than a ping pong paddle but about 3 times as thick and it was full of small holes that can make any paddle twice as bad. The edges were tapered and very smooth. The handle was about 10 inches long so the paddle could be easily self administered and the sensor was deep inside the paddle. The cane was made of 1/2 inch nylon stock and had a long rubber handle so it too could be easily self administered. I would have to count the strokes because the computer did not tell me how many I was at. The door would just unlock when I completed the strokes. I thought of cheating and just striking the implements on the floor but this was not even an option. I adore mistress Fran and I would never do such a thing. It was time to start. I picked up the paddle in my right hand and while standing I arched my back and twisted around so I had a clear shot at my ass. I brought the paddle down on my ass and looked at the light and it did not go off. I was testing to see how hard I would have to strike myself to set the sensor off. The medium setting that I set in the control room was a fairly heavy hit and I couldn't even imagine what the hard setting would be like. I brought the paddle down again on my ass and hit much harder. The light flashed and my ass was already on fire. That one paddle hit set my ass stinging. I paused and thought that I would never be able to complete this task. I had no choice, I was not getting out of this cage any other way but by giving myself the whipping of a lifetime. I gave myself about 15 stokes slowly in a row. I was counting and I was at sixteen. My ass was bright red and I could see the bruises forming. I started moving the hits around to spread the pain around. I gave myself about 5 strokes on each section of my ass cheeks. 5 on my lower, 5 on the side, 5 on the upper part and then moved to the other cheek. My right arm was getting tired so I used my left hand for the next 30 strokes. My ass was becoming too sore so I started hitting my thighs and backs of my legs. The stinging from the paddle on my inner thighs was so intense that I was crying and my legs were shaking. I put the paddle down and took a rest. I was at 60 strokes with the paddle now. 40 more to go. I rested on the cold floor of the cell for about 1/2 hour. Some of the redness on my ass went down but my ass and thighs were turning black and blue and were throbbing. I was still sweating through every pore in my body and I was getting the floor all wet. I got a drink of water from the water feeder on the cell wall. I decided that I would give myself 60 cane strokes next and then finish the 40 with the paddle and 40 more with the cane. I walked over and picked up the cane in my right hand and got into my position. I brought the cane over my ass and the light did not flash. I used about the same strength I used on the paddle but because the cane was a little lighter it required a harder hit. I brought the cane down on the center of my ass again but much harder. The light flashed. The stroke left an instant cut mark across my ass and went red. I spent about the next 30 minutes caning myself and got in the 60 strokes. I kept the cane mostly on my ass because it was too intense to strike my thighs. I got about 10 stokes on my thighs and the pain was shooting through my body. I put down the cane and laid down on my stomach on the floor, My ass and legs were too tender to sit on. I did not resume until about 15 minutes later. I had drained the life and energy right out of my body. I examined myself and could not believe the beating I gave myself. I would have these bruises and cane marks for many weeks. I decided to finish the final 40 cane stokes first. The paddle was the most painful part and if I did the paddle first I probably would not be able to complete the caning until tomorrow and I did not want to spend the night in the cell. I was also very motivated by mistress Fran's offer that I could sleep with her tonight and that I would not be restrained. I started striking my ass again with the cane and counting the flashing lights. My ass turned a deep shade of purple and the tears were streaming down my face. On each stroke I was moaning. I finished the 40 strokes and collapsed on the floor. I had been in the cell about 2 hours now. I was taking longer and longer breaks between stokes. This torture room did a good job at disorientating me. The lack of any windows prevented me from really knowing how much time I would spend in a torture machine. Not knowing what time it is or how long I have been locked up and tortured breaks me down emotionally. After another short break I was ready to finish my punishment. I picked up the paddle and looked at my ass and determined that I could not take any more hits there. The pain and swelling was too much. I determined that I would have to divide the stokes among my left and right breast and the inside of my thighs, 10 on each. I started paddling the meaty part over my nipple. I cried out on each stroke. The stinging was intense. Then I gave myself 10 over my right nipple. I moved to my thighs, 10 on the inside of my left thigh and then 10 on the inside of my right thigh. The 40 stokes took about 30 minutes to complete. On the last stoke I heard the lock on the cell door open. I was free. I walked over to the control room and turned off the power to the whole room and went upstairs. Cassandra and Mistress Fran met me at the top of the stairs and inspected my body. I had bruises and welts covering my entire body. They stood there and ran their hands around my body gently feeling the raised welts on my ass and thighs. My cock went hard. They took me into Mistress Fran's bedroom and laid me down on a silk sheet. Mistress Fran rubbed lotion over my body while much to my surprise Cassandra put my hard cock in her mouth and started sucking me. It was hard to comprehend what was happening to me. My body ached so bad that it felt as if I was lying beside myself. Mistress Fran and Cassandra's affection were overwhelming to the point that I was overtaken with my love for the 2 of them. Cassandra was stroking and sucking my cock so beautifully. Cassandra stopped sucking me and mistress Fran climbed on top of me and slid her soaking wet pussy right over my cock. She was slowly riding up and down on my cock while still massaging the lotion on my chest. Her tits from this view were incredibly beautiful. She started moaning and her body was shaking. The orgasm she was experiencing was gigantic. Right at that moment my body went rigid and I started pumping my cum into her. I looked over at the clock on the night stand and I could not believe that it was almost 10 pm. Mistress Fran and Cassandra got into bed on each side of me and turned out the light. The 2 of them wrapped around me and we fell asleep while holding each other. When Mistress Fran came home from work on Monday we had a long talk about my services. The torture room was completed and I was very sad that I may no longer may be needed. I explained how attached I had become to her and that I was still willing to do what ever she asked of me. To my pleasant surprise Mistress Fran was also thinking of this and she asked if I would consider being her live-in slave. I would be officially employed by her company and I would offer my consulting services to her engineers. This would enable Mistress Fran to have complete control over when I work. She then pulled out a piece of paper that she had in her leather file organizer. She was one step ahead of me...she must have typed up a contract when she was at work. She said the contract was similar to Cassandra's but a little different. I asked what was different about Cassandra's and she did not answer. She only said that I should read the contract carefully and then decide. I sat in front of her at the kitchen table reading the contract. It was all on one page but was very complete. The contract read... Mistress Fran Slave Contract: By Signing this contract you are agreeing with your own free will to the conditions here stated in this contract. 1.) As my slave you belong to me and you are my property. 2.) You will live in my home and you can only leave the premises when allowed. 3.) You will follow any order I give you without hesitation. 4.) You will never show dissatisfaction or question any order given to you. 5.) You will refer to me as Mistress and to Cassandra as My Lady. 6.) You will only speak to me when you are spoken to. If you wish to say something to me you will say "Mistress, may I speak" 7.) You are below Lady Cassandra and you will follow any order she gives you. 8.) Minor offenses of this contract will result in a 24 hour stay in the slave cage. Any gross offense will result in your termination from this house. Signed _____________________________ Without hesitation I signed the contract. I handed the paper over to Mistress Fran and said, "May I speak Mistress?", And she said yes you may. I said, "I agree with all my heart Mistress." Mistress Fran put the contract back in her leather file and told me to ask Cassandra what duties I should be performing around the house. Cassandra was happy but also a little jealous that Mistress Fran had taken on another slave. Cassandra was excited that she would have help around the house and also to the fact that she had power over me. The first few weeks of being a house slave were difficult. Mistress Fran was working long hours so I was taking most of my orders from Cassandra. Cassandra had me wear large chrome chains locked to my ankles, waist and wrists while I mopped floors, cleaned the bathrooms, dusted and vacuumed. It seemed I have become Cassandra's slave and she was enjoying it. I was working very hard to please Cassandra because she would report to Mistress Fran as to my performance. One time last week Cassandra reported that I did not scrub one of the tubs in the second floor guest quarters thoroughly enough and Mistress Fran had Cassandra lock me in the slave cage overnight and then in the morning before Mistress Fran went to work she locked me into station two "caning devotion" and I had to repeat "I will be more thorough for Lady Cassandra" while I got whacked by this evil machine for 100 strokes. I have seen my torture equipment put to good use. Twice a month friends of mistress Fran bring in their slaves and use the machines. A few of the slaves take vicious tortures. Last week a male slave was locked in station five and spent almost the entire weekend picking up confetti with his teeth while heavily restrained. He was hog tied and had to inch around on his belly to pick up the mess. I would go down and watch him during the weekend, he was a major work horse. He was all muscle and he had a huge dick that would flop around and get caught underneath his leg while he was slithering around on the floor. I will keep you posted, there are plans under way of building an additional station to test a slaves' limitations. It will force you to drink your own urine while suspended upside down from the ceiling. It will administer shocks, canings, and clamp nipples all at one time while the victim wears a sound proof insulated rubber head mask with a built in white noise sound masker. See you in the torture room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to email@example.com. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to firstname.lastname@example.org.
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