Vegas Twelve to One, Daunting Odds

I am allowed to just sit there and recover for about ten minutes. I ache between my legs, the pain still fresh from my brutal ride. It is lingering unlike my previous tortures and will continue to do so for a while. My wrists are still cuffed to the tethered suspension bar now hanging just above my head so I can’t get my hands down to my privates to try to message away the discomfort. The boys return following their short break and the suspension cuffs are detached. I automatically move my hands to behind my back knowing they will soon be replaced with handcuffs of some sort. I am exhausted, mentally, and physically. After the abuse my body just endured, I long for more time to recuperate. I want to go to bed and sleep. They removed my ankle cuffs and nipple clamps and with assistance I am stood up and walked to and leaned against what I came to find out is the horizontal X device. Mercifully, the gag is deflated and removed, significantly improving my outlook. I am offered a beverage that I am told will help me get back some of my stamina. Master says it has both ginseng and ashwagandha in it, supposably popular herbal energy drink adaptogens, both of which I was unfamiliar with as I don’t use energy drinks. (I had to look them up to complete this reference in my journal, the first fights fatigue and increases energy, the second helps lower stress and anxiety, all things that were becoming an issue at that point). I suck it down with a straw. It doesn’t taste bad, but I have had better tasting drinks. I even think it did give me a boost; as I had been fading fast.

They leave the blindfold and hood on. The electro plug, bands and urethra sound also remain. My wrists are released. I am picked up by numerous hands and laid down face up on the flat cross and securely fastened to it. Leather straps cross my ankles, just below my knees, across my thighs, my hips, my stomach, across my chest just below and above my pecks, over my neck and across the bridge of my nose. All snuggly buckled. I cannot move.

I can’t believe they had not taken off the electro toys and I can feel them reconnecting the leads. How after the past hour could they shock me again? But it’s not like that. The program that starts is like the one I use at home that can drive me to the highs of sexual ecstasy. And this one is starting out slow and soft. It is soothing. All electrodes send similar mild pleasure and pain stimulations. I am having to adjust to the sensations that the sounding electro plug is injecting in my urethra as it has never had such arousal and by natural tenderness of the area the feelings are more intense even at the low settings and modes being sent. The program is on a random timer, running for about three minutes and then going off for anywhere from two to six minutes before resuming. The setting I find in time is also set to ramp up as time passes. By the end I would be bouncing off the table in ecstasy if my restraints allowed, they don’t, so I fiercely strain against them instead as endorphins flood in causing a euphoria from the artificially created sexual bliss. This is not a reward, it is a different kind of punishment, as the body desperately wants to climax, and I can’t as I am unable to gasp my cock and the interruption of the program by the timer makes this a perfect edging manipulation. I can feel my body arch up as my genitals are straining to self-masturbate or rub against anything to finish it.

I do my best to get some rest while this is happening, and during the earlier stages I doze off for short periods of time but the zaps regularly re-wake me and the effects of the drink are kicking in giving me a wide eye caffeine like effect. The electro interruptions are not the only ones I experience. At least three or four times, always when I am trying to catnap, a cock is set down on my lips and I am told to lick. They are not blow jobs per se, as the angle is not conducive for it, but a licking up and down the shaft that can still be pleasurable to the owner. I know twice it was Sir Michael’s. He also once straddled my face and ordered me to lick his balls and bag. It was good to know he was still there watching over me despite the task. About halfway through someone put clothespins on my nipples and the pins stayed on for about a half-hour. There was also an occasion where a tourist with a multi-wheel Wartenberg pinwheel travelled all over my body. It happened soon after the clothespins had been removed and they made a special effort to cross over and run circles around the sore and tender nipples numerous times. 

I was tied down for two hours. It was one of the best devices I had been bound to the whole weekend as I got needed recuperation time, if not maybe a little sleep. I was pleased that the abuse was limited, and the stimulations in my groin, while frustratingly incomplete, were the most pleasurable device stimulation I had received.