NMSilverFox
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From: Albuquerque New Mexico
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The passion of his ardor had been mounting for some days now. This time he had been in chastity for three weeks. His longest time to date. There was no going back. No mercy from her. Dispite his pleadings even in the pain of erection she would have none of it. Her only reply was. Be happy in my service or leave. Of course knowing that she would have him leave with the device in place. Cutting a metal cuff from his loins would be next to impossible. So he would quietly kneel and even when perhaps weeping from the current pain he would thank her for her lock and go about his tasks for the day.
His days started out with his morning ritual. She had him worship her upon waking every morning. After that he would draw her bath and prepare breakfast. He tended to all the housework shopping laundry and meals now besides holding down his new day job at the warehouse. It didn't pay much but she wasnt interested in his money. But she did require that he help provide his share of expenses. As his entire check was direct deposited into her acct. that was taken care of to her satisfaction.
This morning was like most others. A saturday and it was cold out. Two inches of snow had fallen in the past few hours. Dispite the outer cold he was nearly naked. His chastity covered by a latex thong. He was dressed in his collar, a robe and slippers. It was just after ten oclock. He was stoking the fire when she came in the living room.
"I'm expecting a package today. It should arrive soon. When it comes open it and lay the items on the coffee table. Then come get me when everything is ready.
"Yes Mistress." His trained reply was all he said. Kneeling before her.
She moved off to persue her interests on the web while he began cleaning up the breakfast dishes. It was about 11:15 when the doorbell rang. He went to the door with his robe tied about him. His collar showing clearly to the UPS driver who rolled his eyes when he opened the door briefly and signed for the package.
The package was carefully placed on the floor and opened. He took out the catalog from the sender and placed it along with the recipt which he glanced at. He knew what ever she paid she had used his money for it so it didnt matter what it cost. He did groan seeing that the bill was for over half his paycheck. And he knew her rules about spending money. All moneys spent on his behalf had to be reimbursed to the house account. This rule insured he was always in the hole. And she kept track of her accounting to the penny.
Every week she would give him a total of his endebtedness. Every week she would end the discussion with a promise that he would work it all off in time.
He lay the items on the coffee table with some curiosity.
There was a ballgag with leather head harness. A body harness with a spot for a plug to be inserted. Fleece lined leather wrist and ankle cuffs as well as a full lace up hood. Next he pulled out a screw together spreader bar. He put it together firmly and placed it next to the other items. Finally he pulled out the wooden paddle. It was made of maple. 18 inches long with a fitted handle. The holes along its polished length promised severe welts.
He went to her room and gently knocked on the closed door.
"Yes?" came the reply from within.
"The package has arrived Goddess." Not daring to open it without permission.
"Good. Go get ready. I am having a few guests later on and you will be serving." Her matter of fact demeanor caught him dispite the door between them. With out a word he went to the bathroom and prepared himself for the day. After a full shower, body shave, and enema he emerged ready for the challenges she put before him. Next he donned the body harness. She had a plug picked out that she liked and inserted it in him. Then with deft hands she fastened the front of the harness to his chastity cuff. A quick clasp held his hands behind him in the cuffs. Then the spreader bar was fitted. She helped him to a place in the corner of the living room where she attachaed his cuffs to a winched chain hanging from the cieling. Lifting his arms forcing him to bend over at the waist.
He walked into the living room where she sat in her favorite chair. "Come here and put these on." Pointing to the cuffs and ball gag harness she had placed on the floor at her feet. Quietly he knelt before her and kissed her feet before proceeding to dress.
She then attached a leather parachute to his scrotum. fixing the dangle chains to the spreader bar.
His eyes shown true fear now.
"Well we cant have any of that." She smiled and kissed his cheek. Laughing, she placed the hood on. Sealing him in darkness.
"Happy birthday darling." She said to him. "You're what? 51 today?"
He nodded.
"Good I hope you are ready for your surprise pet." His reply came partly from fear. He shuddered. Her fingernails wafted over his captive flesh.
The moment was broken by the door bell. A few moments later the laughing of three women could be heard. They were coming closer.
Hands touched him softly at first. Slowly, inspecting him. He winced at the touches at first. "
"Does he have any idea?"
"Not a clue poor thing."
"How long now?"
"Three weeks. Mona did you bring it?"
"Yes dear of course. It's right here.
The hood was removed and then the gag a straw was placed in his mouth and he was ordered to drink. "All of it pet." She encouraged him
The liquid was refreshing orange juice. He felt gratitude at the gesture but couldnt understand why the women were all laughing.
The gag was replaced and then the hood. And the women left the room closing the door behind them.
Over a span of time he could not account. The doorbell had rung 6 more times. Soon there was a sound of the door opening. The sound of high heels moving toward him. The spreader bar was removed and replaced with hobbling chain. His arms were freed from the chain and lifted to a stand. Then a leash was placed on his collar and he was slowly led out of the room.
His head felt it first when he stood up. And it dawned on him. There was something in the orange juice. The definate rush of the mushrooms began to color his thoughts. As his arms were spread apart and locked above his head. He yielded without complaint or struggle.
"Happy birthday too you... happy birthday too you..." The song was sung by voices all around him. Female and male alike sang the birthday song to the captive man. He could only recognize hers. No one touched him however. When the song was done he was again left alone. Although the party moved about him. He was merely a piece of furniture.
Then, about half an hour into the affair it started with a flogger lashing his back hard. He winced at the strike but could not regain composure before the next struck him. The course of the flogging continued unabated about his entire body. It ended with him sagging from the wrists and his body covered with red marks glistening with his own pirspiration. He was taken down by two pairs of strong hands and helped to the coffee table where he was lain on his belly and tied by the wrists and feet to the top of it.
"Fifty one swats a piece or till he passes out" His owner decreed.
The sharp crack of the paddle played his ass red with swats. Each stroke was encouraged by a loud count from the attendants. Within the short span of 15 minutes his bottocks was red and blistered. Tears rolled down his pained face. He could smell his own sweat now drenching the hood.
"45!!, 46!!, 47!!...." By the time 51 came he had stopped squirming. Now he lay there limp. The final blow came between his open thighs. Colliding with his testes. In so doing smashing them against the edge of the coffee table. His head lifted in a muted howl sending everyone into laughter and applause.
There were many versions of "51" that night. From 51 clothespins Whipped off of him in 51 strokes of a crop. To 51 drops of wax. In his muddled delerium just before he passed out for the third time. He was thankfull she hadnt gotten him 51 cocks to service.
Through out the evening the orgy continued without his attendance. Oh he was there but lay bound and unconcious to the coffee table.
He was awakened softly. Unbound and un hooded though the gag was left in place.
A man came up to him and washed his face clean with a cloth and warm water. The man was nude except for the lock he also wore on his groin.
The man left him. Moving from his field of vision to reveal his Goddess standing over him smiling. "I'm very proud of you slave. You have done well this evening. Now it's time for your present." He was taken and carried to the play room where he was strapped to a table on his back. A dark woman moved to the table with a tray of tattoo supplies and a big smile. The woman slapped his lower belly and proceeded to don her latex gloves.
His owner moved her head to his ear and whispered. "It's time for your branding ceromony slave. I will give you some distraction though. I am going to remove your gag but you may not speak do you understand?"
He nods slowly. Looking up at her with both fear and admiration. The gag is quickly removed and she immediately straddles his face. Placing herself on him. Ok Deborah. "Be sure he screams ok? I need to know he enjoys it."
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