Chapter 2: The story begins
Story Title…. The ongoing subjugation of your slave.
Chapter 1.
I am sitting, bound, helpless and alone in the dungeon of our home. You, my Mistress, have set me a daunting task today and I’m dreading it and craving it in equal measures.
It’s only been a few minutes since you left me, but I can already feel the familiar tightness in my chest, the anticipation of what’s to come. I hate it and I love it. I hate you and I love you more than anything else. It’s a confusing mess of emotions, but one thing is for sure, there’s now absolutely nothing I can do about it. I know I am here until I have completed my task to your full satisfaction.
This dungeon where I am now imprisoned is your domain, harsh and unyielding, much like you. The walls and floor are bare concrete, there is no window or natural light, and it’s completely secure and soundproofed from the rest of the house other than the CCTV feed that leads to your phone. My Mistress can watch me from pretty much anywhere on the planet as long as there’s an internet connection, but of course, I cannot see you.
I know these things, as it was me who was willingly forced to build it a few years ago, knowing full well that what I built would be regularly used to make me suffer.
You fully intend to make me suffer today, I could see that in your eyes just before you left. They were sharp and cold, like the steel of the cuffs that now bite into my wrists, cuffs which are firmly bolted to the solid table in front of me, allowing me just enough movement to reach the keys of my laptop, but preventing me from doing anything other than typing. I’m incapable of reaching any part of my body.
You enjoy this, the power you have over me, and you know I do too, in a sick, twisted way. It's a game we play, one that's both torturous and thrilling, where I'm your eager puppet, dancing to the pull of your strings. When you first explained this task to me, I naïvely thought I would be able to use AI to complete my 10,000 words quickly. But of course, you had already thought of that and have removed this option from me. My typing is slow at best and I have absolutely no idea how long it will take me to complete. It could be days.
I envision my Mistress sitting in a comfy chair in our sitting room above me waiting for your first paying client of the day to arrive. You have a successful job in IT but love to supplement your income with your little side business, providing Dominatrix services to what you describe as ‘other pathetic men’. But of course, your Dominatrix services are slightly different; you use the pathetic men that arrive on our doorstep purely for your own depraved sexual pleasure, with no regard for their fulfillment.
You’ve told me you have four clients today and the thought of you using them and forcing them to fuck you, purely for your pleasure and orgasms, whilst I am helplessly restrained in the dungeon below is both maddening and hugely arousing. I wonder if you will think of me whilst you bind them and order them to suck on your clit. I hope so, but maybe you simply don’t care… and I kind of hope that too, it increases my humiliation.
Suddenly, I feel a sharp jolt of painful electricity surge through my cock and balls, it’s as if you’ve read the thoughts I was just having, and deem these dictate punishment. I yelp in surprise and jerk against my bondage as you remind me of my complete subservience to you. I know I’ll be receiving random shocks throughout my period of restraint and you’ve told me you will even let your clients control it for a while. The thought makes me cringe, yet also causes my caged cock to twitch excitedly in anticipation.
You know just how to play me, my Mistress. The pain stops, but the lingering tingle continues as a reminder of my helpless state which I now feel I need to describe. I am bound, sitting on the sturdy wooden bondage chair that I built to your design. Multiple thick leather straps around my ankles, calves, thighs, and torso ensure that I can’t move a muscle. My arms are stretched forward to the table I mentioned earlier and I look at the thick, solid metal manacles that secure my wrists to it. Both the table and chair are fixed to the floor, ensuring that I can’t move either.
I am indeed helpless with no chance of escape, but my bondage is just the start of my predicament. My cock is imprisoned in a heavy duty cock cage, which incorporates a long metal catheter tube, which is pushed deep withIn me. This catheter is connected to a flexible plastic pipe which leads down to a bucket on the floor next to me to collect my urine.
My balls are bound with several locked on metal rings around my scrotum, stretching them unnaturally away from my body, the pressure making them look like two small balloons about to pop. I can constantly feel the weight of metal locked on my genitalia, the sensation both uncomfortable and arousing. But that wasn’t enough for you was it? My ass feels stretched and full with the huge metal butt plug filling it. It’s highly uncomfortable to sit on, but of course, I know this is precisely what you want. My comfort is not important to you.
To complete the picture, I’m wearing a thick, absorbent adult diaper, sealed tightly around my waist to catch any unexpected leaks from my catheter. It’s humiliating, but again, I know that’s the point. You love to humiliate me, to make me feel insignificant and pathetic, just like the men who will be visiting you today. We are all objects purely for your pleasure as the superior female.
And it's not just your pleasure in the physical sense, though that's certainly a big part of it. No, you also delight in the mental and emotional torment you inflict on me and the other men in your life. You are insatiable, and we are purely pawns to be played, but this knowledge doesn’t weaken my resolve; it fuels it.
My body starts to spasm violently as another wave of e-stim shocks pass through me. The sensation is overwhelming, my cock twitches and pulses inside its steel cage, desperate to escape, but of course, there’s no chance of that. The shocks are intense and a higher power this time, there’s no way I can type with this going on, but thankfully, after a few minutes, they stop.
This reminds me to write in more detail about precisely how I’m connected to the e-stim you control. The box itself is way more powerful than most commercially available ones and is capable of delivering excruciating pain, although of course, this can be turned down if the person controlling so wishes. It’s remotely controlled through the house Wi-Fi and internet by an app on Mistresses phone, so again you can control me via this from almost anywhere.
There are virtually limitless ways to connect the electrodes to the human body, so I’ll limit this to how you’ve chosen to do it today. Every piece of metal hidden under my diaper is attached to this including my electro butt plug and the metal catheter inserted deep in my cock. The whole cock cage itself, and the ball stretching metal rings around my scrotum are also of course connected. These can all be shocked individually, or if you’re feeling particularly evil at the same time which, being you, you often do.
In addition to this, there are a myriad of different wave forms for you to choose from, or if you’re feeling lazy, you can just allow the app to randomly choose these for you. Each wave form has a dramatically different feeling to the poor person it’s being inflicted on, from harsh short jolts to smooth but constant pulsating waves which, when the power level is low, feel like you’re almost being caressed.
They have a completely different feel when the power is turned up though! The jolts become more like being hit multiple times in the same spot with a cattle prod, and the constant pulsating waves turn into an unbearable sensation that feels like your entire groin is on fire. I know this from first-hand experience, of course. As one of your favorite instruments of torture, you’ve used every single wave form on me multiple times, and I’ve learned to dread them all, well, perhaps most of them. On the very rare occasions where you show me some sympathy, they can be extremely pleasurable!
A trickle down my throat reminds me that I also need to describe what you’ve done with my head as part of my restraint and humiliation. My whole head is enclosed in the form fitting solid metal hood which you had made by a specialist from a plaster cast mold that he’d done. Consequently, the shiny metal fits my features like a glove, and I look like some type of cartoon robot. It continues down to an integrated collar which is formed around the top of my shoulders. The net result is that my head is locked solid, I can’t raise it, lower it or turn it from side to side.
I’m looking straight at the laptop screen, and I’m totally incapable of looking anywhere else other than directly in front of me. My peripheral vision is highly limited, the metal hood has small slits for my eyes, which you can cover with a detachable metal blindfold, but in this case you’ve chosen not to as you need me to be able to read what I am writing.
The hood has no openings around the mouth and nose, instead various tubes emerge from it. Two of these are pushed high up into my nostrils, allowing me to breathe. Another two come out from where my mouth should be and run through a large custom-made rubber gag which stuffs my mouth. I’m incapable of removing this because the hood holds it firmly in place. These are my feed and water tubes. There’s a constant trickle of water running through one which keeps me hydrated and every few hours a mixture of high protein slush is pumped through the other, which acts as my meals.
In theory, your metal hood can be left on me virtually indefinitely with no need to remove it for feeding, but so far you have only chosen to leave it on for a few days, haven’t you Mistress? I have a horrible feeling this may change in the future though.
So to sum up I am helplessly bound and completely humiliated with even my bodily functions being taken away from me and controlled by you, my cruel Mistress.
And as I look at the keyboard and screen I realize that there is still so much more I need to write about. I have just looked at the word count and it’s still under 2000 so I haven’t even completed a fifth of my task yet. I have absolutely no idea how many hours I’ve been left here so far as you have disabled the clock from my laptop. You think of everything to disorientate me, Mistress, and I thank you for that.
I need to tell you, Mistress, how incredibly aroused I am right now despite… no actually, because of all the discomfort and humiliation you are putting me through. I need to describe how every word I type makes me want to be your slave even more, how I crave the pain you give me, how I love the way you control me completely and use me.
I have just remembered the final piece of bondage you have put me in as my feet are now aching, so I will describe this as a part of my story. Before you strapped my legs to this chair, you fitted my feet into the ballet boots that you were kind enough to have made for me. They are absolutely beautiful, handcrafted with care and precision, but they’re designed with your pleasure in mind, not mine.
The boots are made of high quality leather that hugs my feet and calves, secured in place with impossible to reach lockable buckles and laces. They force my feet into a constant unnatural en-point ballet position, causing a constant ache in both my feet and calves that reminds me of my helplessness.
So far, I have only managed to walk a few paces in them, but you have told me that in time I will be trained to walk normally in them. But of course, I am not walking now as I am strapped to this chair and I know you are only forcing me to wear them to increase my discomfort even further. I have to tell you, Mistress that once again you have succeeded in your intentions.
The muscles in my feet and calves are starting to cramp and scream in agony. The harsh position the boots hold my feet in is excruciating, but I know it's exactly what you want. The pain is a constant reminder of my place, a reminder that I am yours to use and torment and I welcome that.
As I type these words to draw this chapter to a close, I can't help but wonder what you're doing right now. Are you already with one of your clients? Is he bound and helpless, just like me? Is he begging for your touch, your attention, your mercy? Or perhaps you have ordered him to fuck you hard. I am thinking of you lying on our bed with a helplessly bound man trying to fuck you as best as he can. You are looking bored with his efforts and are casually smoking a cigarette. It’s a very sexy thought, Mistress.