Deep Down in the Depths of Servitude

Periodically, they would try to sexually arouse me. They usually succeeded. It would come unexpectedly, sometimes when I had drifted off to sleep, waking me. Other times are after I had just been punished for who knows what, and sometimes just as I laid there contemplating life to past the hours. It’s funny how many world problems you can solve when your body is useless and all you have is your mind to entertain. Then the powers above, literally. that currently control one hundred percent of my life decide when those thoughts will be circumvented with joyous or painful stimuli. The sexually blissful ones are better.

They would be different each time based on which programing that was run, but it always involved stimulating the electrodes in my rectum and/or on my penis. They were wonderful programs that would run me up to the point of euphoria.  Sometimes it felt like my dick was reaching ejaculation mode through the cock bands’ twinges, but I was being blocked by the catheter in my urethra. I could feel my cock pulsing but nothing moving. DR. D later said I was likely doing the equivalent of ejaculating, but with the blockage, the semen is simply rerouted back to the bladder and is absorbed. No harm is done. Well, maybe not physically. Mentally I’m not happy, every guy enjoys a good ejaculation.

More often they would run me up to almost climaxing, then cut it off, then start it again, and then again, edging me till I was begging to cum, my voice probably unheard. Heard or not my needs were ignored.  They wanted me to suffer the frustration of denial. This long term could give me Blue Balls. I don’t know how long they will be keeping me.

There is a second part in their sexual arousal plan. It’s visual. Usually when they ran their electro pleasure programs, they showed videos of bound, naked young (but legal) women of the slender build and small breasts being sexually abused by men in all kinds of scenes, being forced to suck and being fucked mercilessly by them. Wow, they are fantastic and make me erect even without the electro stimulation. They were selected based on my shared preferences in women and what I like done to them, that is done to them in my dreams and fantasies, I have only been with my wife in my regular life.

Then, about halfway through my entrapment, they added new flicks. First, there are the films of my last two trips that involve me and women, sort of. It is first the encounters with the Trans-Mistress. Then they add the times on my last trip with the bound female sub being fucked by her master and the gay Doms as I watch. Finally, it’s of her riding the Sybian on the wall as I again watched nearby. These films of my past quasi-interactions excite me a lot.

But as time moved on and my mind began to be fatigued and weakened, there was something new that was alarming. I don’t know how they did it, I assume it was with the new marvels of AI film modification technology, but they then started running the films just mention, but the person now fucking the bound naked sub or controlling the Sybian she sits upon is me.

It can’t be real, I know it’s not real, it is my most important hard limit, me being forced to engage with a woman that is not my wife. But it is me in the film, though I know it’s not, it can’t be. It is hot, very hot, unbelievably hot to me. Her leather bounds holding her tight and spread just for me, her pink, shaved pussy, her champagne glass breasts with her tightly clamped nipples, her delicate beauty, her soulful look, her complete access and vulnerably, with my dick pounding her, and me filing her with my cum. Time and time again.

I want it to be real and I don’t. My reaction is frustration bordering on anger and euphoria and lust combined. The euphoria wins and I feel like I am cumming each time this is shown to me while I am being electro massaged, though I know that this didn’t happen, but did it I? No, no, it’s just me being in this hole, my mind is playing games with me. I shake my head as best I can to get rid of the cobwebs in my mind. While it is me in the films, I’ve been added, it must be AI film manipulation. Boy they did a good job, it looks so real. Concentrate, the only thing real at the moment is I am bound in a hole, trapped under four feet of dirt and patio pavers with sex videos playing on the screens above my head. I shift my time to worrying about who might be shown this modified film besides me. That it exists is risky to me. We have rules in place, nonetheless this is dangerous.