A Risky Return to Sin City

The trip home was uneventful from a travel standpoint. My mind on the other hand was swirling. Back and forth it went from what had happened all weekend to what he was planning for me back home. How was he going to enforce it?  Maybe I’ll just ignore him. No, if I do that, I’ll cut off any chances of coming back. But do I want to come back? I don’t want to at the moment, but I know my own yearnings for this bondage and abuse will come back strong before long. I’ll do as I was told.

I tried to sleep on the plane, but other than nodding off for a moment or two a few times, it didn’t happen. I grabbed a bite to eat during my change of planes in Denver. I arrived home a little before eleven pm, but that meant I was still owned for another four hours, Pacific time.

I called DR. D on his special private number, where he told me to set up my portable computer on the counter in my master bathroom and that we would have a Zoom teleconference. We would also initiate a program between his computer and mine that would give him control of mine from his. With both programs set up as he asked, we communicated for the rest of the night via Zoom. As he came up on screen, I saw he was dressed for his role, wearing leather pants with an open crotch, allowing his ample privates to be fully exposed. The rest of his ensemble included an upper body leather harness and cap.

His next order was for me to strip in front of the screen and then to bend over and show him my butt hole so he could verify that I was still sporting the tampon. Seeing the string dangling from my hole the examination was passed.

He then asked if a had a variety of items, and if so, bring them to the bathroom. His list of wants included a clear glass mixing bowl, transparent shipping tape, a bath towel, and scissors. He also wanted some of my bondage toys, specifically a spreader bar, a short piece of connecting chain, four padlocks, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, two spring clothes pins and some lube. Curiously enough, I owned all that he asked for and I went to gather them up, naked, and returned. He also told me to bring in the toy bag he sent with me.

I was then told to open my email and retrieve an app he had sent me. I loaded it onto my computer as instructed. It loaded easy enough. I came to find the app would give him control of the mystery toy he sent.

Then it got interesting. I was commanded to put on the ankle cuffs and lock them to the spreader bar, with the bar adjusted to keep my legs spread just enough that I was stretched, but not excessively. Next up were to put on the wrist cuffs and lock them to each end of the short chain. All the locks are keyed alike and the key was to be put on the counter. I was to kneel on the floor in front of the screen and camera with my knees on the bath towel folded so that it would cushion them. Wow, it was unusual to be afforded a comforting luxury during my submission sessions.

As I set up my self-bondage, DR. D’s mate and submissive came into view, dressed only in a full leather body harness and collar. DR. D then began to secure his sub with ankle and wrist cuffs to a similar spreader bar and wrist chain like I now wore, then he had his mate assumed a similar kneeling position.

I was told to throw the key to the locks up onto the counter sink. I had plenty of dexterity in the way I was now secured to be able to retrieve the key and manipulate the locks to free myself when done. My bondage, while real, was escapable so this was more mental than physical.

When we were both prepared, his sub began to suck his master as I was told to lube up and masturbate until I climaxed. My ejaculation was to be directed into the glass bowl. My hand bondage set up gave me plenty of arm mobility, so physically jacking off wasn’t a problem. My problem was mental. I was told to keep my eyes open and watch DR. D being pleasured. Unfortunately, watching a guy getting a blow job by another guy is more of a turn off than an arousal element for me. I had to concentrate on visualizing the things that do excite me and eventually I got there and spurted my load into the bowl. I had permission to cum, so I wasn’t concerned about that, what bothered me was what was to become of the bowl contents. Sure enough, what I thought would be next, was. I was instructed to hold the bowl up to my mouth and lick it clean with my tongue. I was to do it so that he could see me licking through the clear bowl.

Since I began my adventures on trips to their BDSM world more than a year ago, I’ve been forced to eat my own cum. And I know that as soon as a guy cums he loses much of his sexual yearnings for a time and doesn’t want to continue to play until he recovers. So, to the point, for the moment I don’t want to lick the bowl. Actually, I don’t want to ever lick the bowl unless as part of a BDSM bondage scene. I wasn’t sure how DR. D would punish me if I didn’t do what I was told, but I knew he had already thought it out. So, to safeguard myself, I forced myself to complete the task. As I looked up, I saw him gleefully smiling as he had watched my hesitation, consideration of the consequences, and then pushing forward to please him, my body language speaking loudly. His amusement is in the details as he dreams up these activities for his submissives, the see-through glass bowl that allows an unobstructed view of my nauseating tongue lapping is an example, my mental frustration is another. This Zoom session is being recorded, my cum consumption and matching revulsion visibly chronicled for posterity.

It turns out ingesting my cum would not be the most disgusting part of my evening. As soon as I showed Master the glistening clean bowl, I was told to put it on the floor in front of me. I was then to reach between my legs, grab the string and pull out the tampon. It had been in me for what I guess was six or more hours, yet it still came out relatively easy. It had swelled, doing its job of absorbing the semen that had been deposited in my ass. It had also become discolored from its original cotton white to a murky yellow with a significant smear of brown at the upper end.

I was then told to put it in the bowl and pee on it. I usually do pee a little after I have cummed, you know, to clean out the pipes. But this was hard to do, I experienced a shy bladder as I knew I was being watched, compounded by the deep concern of why I was to pee on the tampon. With effort I did get some urine to flow. It caused the plug to swell even more, interesting to watch, absorbing most of my minimal discharge.

When I was done my next instruction was to open the toy bag sent with me. In it a found a Centipede 416 power box, a large metal electrified butt plug and a tube of conductive lube. With DR. D barking out orders, I lubed up the plug, painfully inserted it into my sore back hole until it closed around it and connected the leads to the box. This was a bulbous plug with a thin neck, it wasn’t coming out without me pulling on it with a firm grip of my hand. Another cord was connected between the box and my computer. DR. D then initiated the program on the computer that allowed him to control the electro setup. A couple of quick tests showed that he had command of a powerful and effective electro-shock toy that now resided within me. This was how he could discipline me or simply entertain himself at my expense from the other side of the country. I’m not familiar with how all this technology works, but it did work.

Then my fear of what was sitting in the bowl came to be. My next order was to pick up the string and put the tampon in my mouth. The look of ‘No’ showed on my face and I was shocked hard enough to almost knock me off my knees. My expression of appeal was answered verbally with a “So you need another shock?” I reached down, picked up the dripping, swollen tampon, opened my mouth, closed my eyes and laid it on my tongue, leaving my mouth wide open with the string hanging out. “Close your mouth tight, pull the sting out until the plug is against your teeth and make the string droop down from your lips so I can see it. I comply. Now, get the tape and seal your mouth closed with at least five wraps around your face and head. I don’t want anything to drip out from your lips. I just want to see the string, the tape and your horrid, anguished expression.” I again comply, doing my best to not press down on what is sitting in my mouth. Upon completion of taping my mouth closed with six passes of the roll around my head I hear “Perfect.”

My tongue registers the taste immediately, I have previously learned the taste of piss, the taste of lube, the taste of cum and the taste of me and its all there. Me being more abundant than most previous exposures. Makes for unhappy thoughts. The urine taste is most prominent. At least it’s mine which is more tolerable than some previous sessions that were mixed pee. The blend of flavors is not pleasant as to be expected. It’s not long to where my jaw muscles relax and the tampon is lightly squeezed causing a small but steady flow of liquid from the swollen cotton pad down my throat, joined by my own saliva that is trying to clear my mouth, rinsing the pad.

I am now set for the next few hours of play. My interactions involve DR. D’s running various programs through my butt. His mate is similarly electrified. He runs the programs in tandem. The toy can deliver the gambit of pleasure bordering on euphoria to pain/pleasure to outright pain stimulation. These are typically connected to what I see he is doing with his sub physically as I watch from my required submissive kneeling position. When his sub sucks him, we both get pleasure stimulation. The euphoria programming that borderline equals edging me occurs as he gets rimed by his sub and the pain shocks come as he whips and paddles his sub. They take breaks at times and then my screen switches to videos of my own previous bondage and sexual abuse sessions from DR. D and his pals and my butt gets a rest.

Through it all, I know that I dare not touch my member, which at times swells. Whenever DR. D catches that I am erect or getting there, he shocks me hard until it shrinks. On three occasions I am hit so hard with the shocks that I am knocked off my knees into a fetal position on my side on the floor, leaving one leg up in the air. I do my best to quickly regain my kneeling position otherwise the intense shocks keep coming, faster and harder. It’s odd, the thought of using safe words never crosses my mind. Later I think of how stupid that is. Yellow just slows down the action. But at that moment of each attack, I just endured. I get that some people reading this think I’m a sick puppy or just a plain fool. Maybe I am. But when this ends in an hour or two, I’ll resume my normal persona; that is one of a competitive, assertive, hard-working, successful, Type A businessman; a married family man, a friend to many, and a civic minded good all-around guy Then I’ll get that itch again to de-stress via subjecting myself to this to submissive masochist play.

I can deal with submission till midnight to finish my lease as I agreed. I’ve endured and accepted the pad in my mouth. The taste has gone away like well chewed gum. It’s now just there. My butt has survived its stimulation too. I find that I wish for Master and sub to take more breaks as watching tapes of my own abuse is more entertaining than watching them interact even though it is also bondage play. Even though I have seen the films of me before I am still amazed at the sexual use I faced, the bondage positions I was secured in, and the punishments I endured.

“OK Cunt, in about eight minutes it will be midnight, and you’ll no longer belong to me. You’ll again be Sir Michael’s bitch, until he lets me have at you again. I do have some other ideas and needs for you. I’ll set them up with him. Now, for the last seven minutes, I’m going to run a program that will light up your ass like you never experience. Something I promised your master when we agreed to the rental. What you do after midnight is your business, until then just watch the highlights of your last trip.

A video takes over the monitor. It features me experiencing the most painful punishments and restraint positions of my first visit to Vegas. As it begins to play my butt begins to buzz. It started slowly but it builds and builds till I have a raging hard-on as now all my innards are dancing with the vibes radiating out to my balls and cock. The sensations change constantly, up and down, shooting through all my internal muscles teasing, zapping, pulling, contracting, tantalizing, building and building. I get warm and then cold sensations and back again. There are bursts of energy and then retractions. Sometimes there are pulses, other times rhythms, waves. I’m being tickled, squeezed, poked. My muscles clenching the invader in my ass, hating it, loving it, trying to crush it, expel it, make love to it. It is delivering constantly changing, intense internal vibrations and actions that I have never felt before and it is unbelievable, it’s like a rock musical is playing in me. I try to divert my attention to the video, but I can’t.

My body is shaking, I can’t stop twitching, my breath is being taken away, I can’t control myself, I think I’m going to lose control of my bladder and bowels. My mind is begging for it to stop yet wishing for more and more. It’s powerful, it’s wonderful, it’s painful, it’s making me delirious. I am bouncing up and down on my thighs. Out of control, I’m involuntarily sucking hard on the tampon in my mouth, extracting what little liquid remains. It is reminiscent of the Sybian scene I participated in the day before where her pussy was overstimulated, driving her insane. I’m on the verge of climaxing with out any physical hand stimulation when the program adds to the mix violent bangs like a Fourth of July fireworks finale which knocked me again to the floor where I spasm out of control. I can’t control my bodily functions and pee myself. Then in an instant the screen went blank, the stimulation abruptly stopped, and my body lay on the cold wet tile floor in a collapse pulsing/quivering state. It is midnight, Pacific time. I can barely catch my breath. I feel like I’m in paradise but travelled through hell to get there. I can do nothing for the moment except remain there in shock.  

The Sin City Weekend was officially over. I had survived. I had agreed to the provisions of the contract, but what they delivered via their interpretations of the document was much more severe than my mind’s fantasies had contemplated. My limits stretched as the masters had promised. I had been forewarned.

I lay there on the floor for probably a good five minutes before I could do anything. I finally gathered enough control and stamina to sit up and lean against the bathroom sink cabinet where I removed the tape from my face and pulled out the nasty tampon and placed it in the bowl. I released the wrist cuffs and then the ankle cuffs. I rested for another few minutes as my body recovered. I think to myself I must lick up the piss on the floor, then stop as I’m no longer in servitude. I’m back in control. My dick is still somewhat hard from that just concluded magnificent erotic over-stimulation of my body and the thousands of thoughts of the concluded weekend’s activities that are running through my brain.

Serving as my own master, I first got up and gargled. With my mouth refreshed and my legs beginning to be steady; I headed for a richly deserved and needed shower. The hot water is fantastic on my back. As I lathered up with soap, my dick enjoys an ejaculation controlled by no one but me. A snack and a deep sleep in my own bed without restraints followed. Cleanup would wait till morning.