Chapter 3: Rising Action
My cock, balls and ass have been going wild with shocks for the past five minutes or so, Mistress and I’ve been unable to type a thing whilst this was going on. Thankfully, it’s just stopped and you, my Mistress, have clearly been having some fun at my expense. I can’t help but wonder if it’s because your first client of the day has arrived. Perhaps you’re taking a break from humiliating him to amuse yourself with my suffering.
The TV screen on the wall in front of me has just come to life, Mistress. I can now see you and a handsome man I don’t recognize in our living room. You are showing him the video feed of me in the dungeon and he’s laughing. He seems to like the fact you are holding me, restrained and tortured in the dungeon, whilst he gets the opportunity of playing with you.
I can see the smug grin on his face as he speaks and I wish I could hear what he’s saying but it seems you have chosen to leave the volume muted. You’ve just handed him the phone…. Aghhh!
It’s been a long time since I last typed Mistress, I’m guessing an hour or so. My e-stim has been on high for the whole of that period making it impossible to type. So I’ve been forced to just watch you and your client on the TV whilst I’ve been squirming around in agony. Both the TV and e-stim have just suddenly switched off so I can now continue my story.
You obviously turned my TV on for a reason and I feel you want a description of what I’ve just witnessed and how I felt about this incorporated into my story, so here goes.
When the TV first went on, I was incredibly humiliated to know that you and a complete stranger were watching me together. The fact he was laughing at my expense only made things worse. He seemed to be taking delight in the fact that your husband and slave was restrained and being tortured in our dungeon whilst he was with you, and at first that enraged me.
I saw you hand him the phone, Mistress, and watched as he started to play with the app controlling my e-stim. I felt real pain as the first thing he did was to turn the power up, and my agony began. I could tell he was enjoying himself, delighting in the power he held over me, even if it was just temporary. I hated him for it, but I also found myself hoping he'd make me suffer, give me the kind of pain that makes my cock ache and my body quiver.
I could see you both watching the CCTV feed as I suffered, desperately fighting my bondage. The stranger's eyes were wide with excitement, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he watched my body contort and jerk as he played with the controls on your phone. This was a whole new level of control, Mistress and it made me feel arousal that was almost overwhelming, it was a degree of degradation I had never experienced before.
Soon though, you obviously ordered him to put the phone down, strip, and put his hands behind his back, as this is precisely what he did. I watched you bind him with hemp rope and stuff a large ball gag in his mouth.
His eyes widened as you did this, but I could tell he was turned on. I watched his large cock become hard as you took away his freedom. Soon he was bound hand and foot lying helplessly on the carpet in full view of the camera. It was only then that I really noticed that my electrics were still going with the strength and pattern varying regularly. He’d obviously put the app into auto mode before he put it down.
had you ordered him to do this? You wanted me to be distracted from my story task by the show, didn’t you Mistress? I’ll admit, it worked. I couldn’t type so was forced to watch as you circled your new prey like a hungry predator.
You crouched down next to him, running your hand over his chest, then pinching his nipples hard with your long fingernails, making him squirm. I could almost hear his muffled moans through the ball gag. You teased him like that for what felt like an eternity, building his anticipation, denying him any satisfaction. It was cruel and delicious and the agony I was being put through just made it even better.
Then, you climbed onto him, straddling his chest and facing him. You unzipped the zipper at the crotch of your cat suit and I could see your wet cunt desperate for attention. He could clearly see this too and I watched him strain against his bonds, trying to lift himself up to meet you, as his now rock hard cock pointed skywards hoping for it’s reward.
I watched with envy as you slowly lowered yourself onto him, taking his full length immediately. You rocked back and forth, riding him slowly, your eyes locked onto mine through the TV screen. You knew exactly what you were doing, torturing me with the sight of you fucking another man while I was being tortured and denied any form of release.
Your eyes seemed to burn into mine, a wicked smile playing on your lips as you ground against him. You held my gaze as you reached down and began to play with his nipples, digging your nails into his flesh once again, making him cry out into his gag. I so desperately wanted to swap places with this man, but then I suddenly realized I actually didn’t. In truth I wanted to stay here where you’d put me, squirming helplessly in my bondage, my cock straining against the cage as it was harshly electrocuted, as I watched my wife fucking another man.
The thought of swapping places now seemed pointless, I was exactly where my Mistress wanted me and where I belonged… and I knew it.
As you rode him, Mistress, you kept watching me intently through the camera. You were just using the cock that was impaling you. I could see your excitement building, your body tensing and then relaxing as you rode him harder and faster. You were clearly enjoying this power trip immensely, the fact that you could make me suffer and fuck another bound man at the same time seemed to turn you on more than ever. And precisely the same was turning me on too.
The mixture of helplessness, pain, humiliation, arousal and yes, voyeurism was a potent cocktail that was driving me to the edge of orgasm. But no matter how close I got the bloody electrics simply wouldn’t allow me to cum, they were too strong.
I watched you cum strongly as you repeatedly slapped him around his face. When you finally lifted yourself off him, his cock was still rock hard. You had denied him and I loved that.
You had used him as a sex toy and then discarded him like yesterday's trash. Within minutes, he was untied, dressed and had gone. You walked back in front of the camera, waved a wad of cash at me and blew me a kiss, then my TV switched off. A few seconds later, the shocks that I’d endured for who knows how long also stopped.
My body is now aching all over and my mind is barely functioning, Mistress. I’ve just checked the word count on my document—only 3,600 words. I still have well over 6,000 to go.