A Risky Return to Sin City

My prison time has ended. Out of the shackles and into handcuffs, I am moved to the middle of the dungeon, where eight chairs are now arranged in a semi-circle just in front of the central ceiling cable hoist. My handcuffs were removed, and I am placed on my back flat on the floor underneath the hoist cable. The dungeon floor is outfitted throughout with flush hold-down attachment anchors. There are numerous ones in this general area to augment various restraint arrangements used in combination with the hoist. My wrists and ankles are fitted with leather cuffs and a leather collar is put around my neck. All are secured to the anchors so that my arms are perpendicular to my body and my legs are spread about twelve inches apart.

I am then fitted with a toy. Specifically, an electro cock head collar with a urethral insert. “Remember this?” one of the masters asks me rhetorically. I was tortured with is on my last visit and tortured is the correct description. This toy is made of silicone, metal and plastic. It has an adjustable noose-style plastic loop that encircles the head of the penis and secures at the bottom to hold it in place. Connected to this loop at the top and bottom is another plastic loop arranged to go over the urethra slit. There are three small gold conductive balls threaded onto this loop, the middle one having about a one and one-half inch long insertable urethra pin. They squirt Surgilube into my urethra and then carefully, but with full intention of seating it in me, slide the pin down my pipe so it completely disappears except for the three gold balls that are now pressed up against the slit and penis head. The adjustable noose around my head is then snugged up. I know from experience that this is not going to fall off and that the shocks I’m likely to endure could be arousing but could also be intense and painful. They finish off my prep by adding a ring gag, holding my mouth open wide and placing a rolled-up towel under my neck for support.

DR. D then addresses me. “A good friend of mine who is a straight dominant uses my playroom on occasion for his own flavor of BDSM pleasure. He has asked for my help in providing a lesson to his disobedient submissive. Since you confess to watching porn of women being bound and abused, it seems that you should be okay with watching it in person. Okay or not, they are here, and you are going watch it up close and personal.”

A moment later approaching me I see a man pulling a woman behind him on a leash. The leash is attached to her leather hood and collar. It is a full head discipline hood, laced up tight from behind and equipped with a heavy leather strap around the neck. The hood accepts a snap-on gag and blindfold. The gag is in place, but the blindfold is not. As a sub, she is appropriately looking down at the floor so I can see her apprehensive, embarrassed eyes within the hood as she sees me lying naked and secured to the floor. She walks awkwardly in her six-inch stiletto thigh high black leather boots. Her under bust corset squeezes her petit lower body to an amazingly narrow width and pushes up and out her exposed two small but perfect breasts. Her breasts have erect nipples sporting horseshoe barbell piercings. Her arms are behind her tightly secured together in a full-length leather arm binder with straps that encircle her shoulders and are buckled in the front. Other than her bondage restraints, corset, hood, and boots she is naked, meaning the parts that would excite me are naked, her pussy, ass and tits. A slender and trim body. Attractive, at least the parts not covered in black leather are gorgeous. This will be a problem for me, it’s the kind of girl that arouses me. And she is bound, oh wow!

No time is wasted. They position her so she is straddling over my head. They pull her legs wide, place them in black leather ankle cuffs pulled and secured to the same hold-downs that my wrists are attached. They attach the end tip of her arm binder to the hoist clasp and raise the cable so that she is forced into a bent over position with her pussy directly over my face and her face aligned with my electrified cock. My gaze up sees a perfectly symmetrical, pink, beautiful, shaved pussy and tight little butt hole. Her supple and inviting pussy lips look moist already. I know my description seems like contrived, fictional writing, but this was so memorable that I can still vividly recall every explicit detail. My face glows with a smile and my growing cock is immediately whipped with a riding crop as I am told, “No!”

Their next preparation is tying a thin leather cord to each of her nipple piercings. Attached to each are copper weights, each sporting a connecting wire. I can’t see well, but they appear to set the copper weights into two copper tube assemblies that stand upright on a mounted base that they have placed between my legs. Not sure what this will do, but I don’t feel good about it. I find out immediately when they test it. Any sway of the nipple cords causes the copper weights to touch the inside of the copper tubes, momentarily completing an electrical circuit the electrifies my cock insertion. I buck upward as the first shock hits. They make some adjustments, toning it down to a more manageable pain/pleasure setting, thank goodness.

While still mildly concerned about my penis, my real wonder, no make that worry, is that they are pushing the line to far between voyeur and participant. My attention is then diverted to something new; they place sandbags against the sides of my head, pressing against my ears. Duct tape is added that crosses my forehead and is secured to the bags. I have now lost my ability to turn, lift or move my head.

Still, from my vantage point, even with my neck and head immobile, I can still clearly see her privates and her face with my eye movements. She does not look happy as she knows she has two holes between her legs fully displayed and vulnerable. I don’t know if she is aware or not of what is to be done to her but it likely will not be good for her in this position.

I hear general chatter and movement of chairs and thus assume the boys have taken seats in the semi-circle to watch the event. In an address from her Master to the assembled cast, it is told that what has brought her here today is that she had apparently rebuffed her Dominant’s specific desire for sex earlier in the week. He wanted a quick fuck before heading out for the evening. She wanted only to suck him, allowing her to keep her vagina clean and not weep into her new panties while they were out.

Now, to remind her that a sub is to do what pleases the master and not what pleases her, he tells her of her fate. “My good friends assembled here are going to enjoy watching me whip you with a single tail until you are so striped that you will glow for a week. Then I am going to fuck that ‘clean’ cunt of yours long and hard and fill it with my cum till it is dripping out. When I am done, with my permission each of the other boys will then fuck and fill you. You thought you’d feel wet and dirty with my cum in you last week, let’s see how you feel when you’ve been soiled by eight loaded cocks. You better have been taking your birth control pills, knowing how much jizz will be swimming inside you, you filthy cum slut whore.” I was later told that the panties in question are part of her current gag. Also, he was using his gay buddy and his gay friends to penetrate her so he wouldn’t have any jealousy remorse from having his girl done by other men.

I ponder on the scene developing around me. I hope she has fantasies about being bound and fuck by other men because otherwise this could be overly intense for her. She can’t stop it; she is bound and completely accessible. I then consider the irony that she is about to have her pussy ravage by eight menacing cocks, but seven of them would likely rather be fucking me than her. I hope they can all perform; I’m excited I get to watch.