Chapter 7: My second visit
My Mistress is suddenly standing next to me. I hadn’t even noticed her entering the dungeon, perhaps I nodded off again, but I don’t think so. It’s more likely that my mind is churning so much at the moment that I’m in a daze, not really aware of anything that’s happening around me. She’s standing there, a grin on her face as she stares at my laptop screen.
“Still only 8500 words!” she says disappointedly. “You are so unbelievably slow, I really was expecting it to be finished by now. It’s almost as if you’re deliberately typing slowly to prolong your period of bondage in the dungeon, so I can only conclude you must be loving it.”
She pauses, looking me over from steel clad head to ballet boot clad toe, presumably to check that my bondage is still secure. I’m happy with that though as it’s taken her eyes off the screen which still clearly shows the last few paragraphs I typed describing my potential request for lifetime bondage. Did she read that? In all probability she did, but for the moment she’s staying tightlipped.
“It fucking stinks in here, your piss bucket has overflowed onto the floor you naughty boy. Just as well I brought someone along who can clean it up.” she says as she walks back towards the door.
The last statement doesn’t really sink in, I’m more concerned with desperately trying to scroll back my story to a point that it doesn’t really matter if she reads it, without her noticing I’m doing this. She disappears out of the door which slams behind her and my only feeling is that was the shortest visit ever.
But it opens again a few minutes later. The man she is now pulling in on a leash looks like the one I saw suspended in the living room, but I can’t be sure. His body is certainly encased in black latex and he’s tottering along unsurely on the same high heels I’d seen on the TV. If it is the same man, his hood has been removed and his hands are now cuffed in front of him but the cock cage is still very much in place. He’s young, probably mid 20s, and handsome with a good physique. I can see the look of surprise in his eyes as he takes in the level of my bondage.
“This is my husband Craig, he’s also my full-time slave, and as you can see, has a particular pension for being left in bondage” she says to the latex clad man. “He’s been in this chair for well over 24 hours now and has made disappointing progress on the task I’ve set him. It’s absolutely pathetic and you will help me with his punishment. But before that your job is to empty this bucket and mop the floor as it stinks in here. Clear?”
“Yes, Mistress.” She unclips his leash and he totters over, managing to pick up my piss bucket with his cuffed hands before disappearing with this through the door. I hear splashes as it’s emptied into the toilet in the hallway.
As he re-enters the dungeon she turns to me, a smirk playing on her lips. “Where are your manners, slave? You need to greet our guest properly. Welcome him to our home” she barks.
I’m not at all sure how she expects me to do this so I look at him with what I hope are welcoming eyes and grunt several times into my gag.
“Pathetic as ever, but I suppose that’ll have to do” she says, as she hands the man a mop and he spends the next five minutes clearing up the piss on the floor to the best of his ability.
“You can stop now, that’s enough.” She motions for him to put the mop down and he does so, standing awkwardly in front of her, wobbling slightly in his heels.
“Now, before we get to the fun part, let’s test your gag reflexes, shall we?” she says, holding up what I know is our longest penis gag. I’ve worn it many times and it’s difficult. At first, I couldn’t keep it in for more than a few seconds without reaching, but with practice I’ve gradually managed to learn how to overcome my gag reflex. Even so I still find it difficult to wear for more than a few minutes.
“Open wide, slave,” she commands, and I watch as the young man in latex obediently complies. With one swift motion, she thrusts the dildo deep into his throat. He gags and tears stream down his face, as she buckles it firmly in place. This particular gag is a double dildo type and the rubber cock that now sticks out from his mouth is considerably larger than the one he’s being forced to suck on.
"I do like a pathetic slave with a mouthful of cock and the extra cock can be so useful" she says, patting him gently on the cheek. I can’t help think that this guy must have experience sucking cock as he’s managing this gag a lot better than I did the first time.
Mistress is now explaining to him the controls on her phone for my e-stim and I have a pretty good idea where this is going. She lays down on the examination bed, which is of course in my line of sight, opens her legs wide and commands him to kneel between them. She pulls his arms in front of him, so his cuffs rest on her tummy and hands him the phone.
”You will fuck me with your mouth cock until I cum. Whilst this is happening, I want a nice show to watch and my dear hubby needs to be punished for being so slow with his task. I wish to see him, jerking, twitching and screaming in agony as I’m fucked. Start now.”
He immediately plunges the rubber cock into Mistresses wet cunt and his head starts to move backwards and forwards. He’s staring at the phone screen, and as he starts to press it, my torment begins. He’s set the power high, and my body starts to jerk as painful waves course through my cock.
I grunt loudly into my gag, as I struggle against my bondage. The power increases yet more and my muffled screams are now echoing around the dungeon. Mistress watches me struggle and yell with a wicked grin on her face. She’s grinding against the cock penetrating her and the man is increasing his speed, his head thrusting in and out with much more force.
She loves to see me suffer, and today, she’s doing this purely to get herself off. The young slave and I are merely a tool to help her achieve this; a means to an end, and the end will be her orgasm brought on by witnessing my pain. I watch as she grabs his head, forces it deeper into her, making him gag even more on the rubber phallus filling his mouth. Tears stream from his eyes, but his face is a mask of concentration, focused solely on her pleasure and my discomfort.
“Good boy,” she praises him, her voice laced with sadistic glee. “You’re making your Mistress very happy. Now, make that bound little fuck-wit suffer more!” He adjusts the phone again and my body convulses violently as the intensity ramps up to an almost unbearable level.
My body is jerking uncontrollably, my muscles spasming as if trying to escape the electric torture. I can't hear anything over the sound of my own screams, muffled as they are by the gag and metal hood. I'm pleading internally for her to stop my torture, but I know she won't. She's enjoying this too much, and the louder my screams, the more turned on she becomes.
Her body is writhing with pleasure as she’s fucked and the whole time her eyes are fixed on me, reveling in my torment. The man is now pounding as hard as he can into her, his face red and tears streaming down his cheeks, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he switches on all of my electric devices simultaneously and my screams increase even more.
She’s close now, her breath coming in short gasps as she nears her climax. “Yes, yes, yes!” she screams, her body bucking against the dildo in his mouth.
Her orgasm rips through her, her body convulsing with waves of pleasure as the man continues to thrust in and out of her, not slowing until she’s completely spent.
A few minutes later, and she’s back standing in front of me. “You took your punishment well slave, I think you deserve a cigarette or two as a reward.”
I’d rather not, but even if I could tell her this, it would make no difference. Thankfully, the electrics have been turned off, and I look at her pleadingly as she lights three cigarettes. A cigarette is rammed into each of my two nose breathing tubes as she stands back to enjoy the third one.
My eyes immediately water as the smoke is sucked into my nasal passages. It’s intense as I’m getting no air at all with it, if I wish to breathe, I am forced to breathe pure smoke. I start to cough violently. The smoke has nowhere to go, it just fills my nasal passages and lungs. Within seconds I am lightheaded and within ten seconds or so I’m starting to really panic.
She stands there, taking a drag of her own cigarette, and blowing yet more smoke directly into my face. In the back of my mind, I’m imagining being stuck in a burning building, wondering how long it takes to die from smoke inhalation. I’m gasping for breath, but all I’m getting is smoke. My vision starts to blur, and I can feel consciousness slowly slipping away. My body is convulsing as I’m being asphyxiated.
Suddenly, the cigarettes are pulled out and I’m gasping in clean air. My lungs desperately pull this in as they try to rid themselves of the poison that’s been forced into them. I’m still coughing uncontrollably but my vision slowly starts to clear and I feel my heart rate begin to slow towards its normal rate. Mistress leaves me for a few minutes to recover as she removes the penis gag from latex man, clips on his leash and leads him out of the door.
By the time she returns I’m almost back to normal, but my head is still spinning from the enormous nicotine hit I’ve just received. She’s carrying a black plastic box with a large digital display on it and spends a few minutes fixing this to the wall next to the TV. When she’s done, she walks over to me.
“I hope you’ve learned something from your punishment, slave, but I feel I need to provide further incentive for you to get your task finished. That box is a digital timer, and I’m going to set it for two and a half hours. If I haven’t received your email by the time it gets to zero the suffering you have just gone through will seem like nothing compared with what I have planned so I suggest you get typing!”
She heads out of the door, but just as she’s closing it behind her, she pops her head around it. “Permanent bondage eh? I have to say I’m intrigued and I do hope you don’t choose to delete that part!”
My heart drops as the door slams shut.