FOREWARD

This is a record of a fantasy, not an endeavour to report a real living dungeon, about which I know almost nothing.

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He opened the door at the tail of the three stairs for his fellow and stood aside as she entered. She was beautiful and beautifully dressed. but they had no personal relationship. Their solitary connection was that he had signed up to let her do anything she wanted to him. And he had agreed to do anything at all that she required of him. No limits. No safe words.

The club distance was dim. There was a small gathering of well dressed duo sitting at cocktail tabular array and a low stagecoach, to a lesser extent than a animal foot high.

His companion gently touched his elbow and guided him to the point. She faced the consultation, `` This is my contribution for the evening, Neil Cavendish. '' Cavendish flinched a little at hearing his real public figure spoken aloud. `` I hope you enjoy him. ``

She continued, `` Now, Neil, please remove all your clothes. You can put them on that terrace. ``

Cavendish removed his tie and proceeded with the remainder. He was thin, but muscled. He did n't shave his trunk. He knew he looked good, but took more pleasure in the public exposure. He stood straight swollen halfway to an erection, and let his handwriting hang loose at his sides,

The woman, whose name was Rosalind, came up to him and placed her paw on his arms. `` Turn and face the room, please. '' Then she stepped close behind him, she could just fit her chin over his shoulder, and threaded her weapon under his. He could feel her chest and pelvis and the hem of her full attire as it swayed against his calves. She turned her manus so her nails pressed into his bureau and dragged them down through his chest of drawers hair and across his belly to his pubis. She dug her knuckles in and pulled on the haircloth slowly but viciously. Cavendish could not bottle up a face of pain, but his erection rose to completion. `` There, '' she said with some gratification, and gave it a sharp slap.

An involuntary titillating cramp coursed through his lower stomach, shifting his erecting. The looker-on murmured approval and one clapped. He felt a heyday of overplus flip over him, also seeable, and he basked in his humiliation.

'' OK, now go over to those posts. Face the room and apprehend the grip. '' There were two posts, a twain of feet taller than he was, fastened to the floor, with shape wooden rowlock, like square pelage hooks, protruding from near the top. Cavendish extended his munition up and out, just light of discomfort, and grasped them.

Next she instructed him to localise his feet outside of two twain of small engine block fastened to the floor just inside the postal service. Each twosome had a infinite about three inches between them. This allowed his base to lie two-dimensional on the base without his ankles touching the blocks. This left his balls hanging detached and vulnerable.

'' This anatomy of restraint tells us that you want us to hurt you. You could let go at any fourth dimension, of course. But until you do, we 're glad to make you displayed and accessible. ``

Displayed and accessible. Cavendish closed his eyes to savor the news. Displayed and accessible, displayed and approachable. This metre his belly and thighs and back and buttocks all spasmed in visceral delight.

Rosalind went to a table at the side of the leg and picked up a knife. It was a unusual shape, almost triangular. Only about six or seven inch long, but almost two column inch across-the-board at the hilt, and tapering acutely to what looked like a needle-sharp point. Perhaps it really was a needle, somehow fixed to the tip.

She held it up to Henry Cavendish 's gaze and placed the tip against her index and pressed until there was a small drop of blood. She smiled at Cavendish as if to say `` See ? '' and then placed her digit against his brim. He obediently sucked off the blood.

Then she placed the flat tire of the knife gently along the side of the knife alongside his nut and pushed them to the side, looking up at him provocatively. She did it again from the early side. He swelled even further.

Next she pricked his chest, coming provocatively close to the shopping center of his nipples, and then his abdomen. You could n't call it pain, but bantam drop-off of blood ran down in rivulets. He gripped the rowlock harder ; his unit eubstance was so awash in surrender he feared he would shine. Then she pricked him on either incline of the base of his cock. These peter actually caused real pain that expanded up to his omphalus. His erection, far from withering, became even stronger, crying out for the same treatment. But she gave him no relief.

'' Alright, now turn around and position your hands and feet again. '' He turned and grabbed the pegs the former way. He fixed his feet against the couplet and presented his backside to the gathering. Another woman mounted the microscope stage, and, standing at the position, so as not to impede the interview 's view, leaned into his dorsum. He could palpate her knocker press into him. She placed her hands on his buttocks from above. She paused for a few moment before working her fingers into the crevice. This should have been one of the most innocuous bit of the evening, but Henry Cavendish felt like she was grasping his solid being. His testis swelled further and touched his spread thigh. His shallow ventilation quickened. She pulled his buttocks apart, exposing him to the audience. Rosalind stood to the early side of meat and gently touched his anus. Henry Cavendish 's cock throbbed. He took a deep breathing spell and surrendered to the possibility of being cut. Rosalind did n't injure him there but did bite his bottom in half a twelve places. The submission elicited by each shit was savoury. At each point the pain faded into the feel of a persisting mark of degradation, pushing him to a tip of rousing. This discharged some of his sexual tension but his cock remained inflexible and hard.

Rosalind wiped the vestige of blood from his body with a cloth dampened with an astringent and then said, `` hold on your wrists behind your spine and ejaculate with me, '' and led him to a diminished afford space in the nerve centre of the tables. As he passed by several people caressed his erection, or flicked it sideways, but never grabbed or squeezed or rubbed the way he wanted to do himself.

'' Get down on your human knee. '' Henry Cavendish complied. They left him there for a bit, long enough for his submissive pose to take hold of his consciousness. lowly muscle spasm flickered in his belly. `` Now bend over so your ass is in the air. '' He kept his hands locked on his wrist and lay the side of his face on the base. The floor was highly polished and strip and when his cheek was pressed against it, it was not uncomfortable. He reveled in his degrading position as several of the consultation members stood up for a best view.

One woman was wearing bounder with very pointed toes. She pushed one into his anus and worked it around. Cavendish could sense it in his rooster. Then she withdrew it and placed the sole of the shoe on his hip and pushed hard. He fell over on his position, but did n't let go of his wrist joint. He lay there, relishing his berth under the gaze of the audience.

A man stepped forward from the chemical group. `` Get up. '' He was much Cavendish 's peak and build and he was dressed very like Cavendish had been when he arrived. Beautifully tailored slacks and sportsman coat. A light hoary shirt and subtly patterned tie. Standing facing him deliciously accentuated Henry Cavendish 's nudeness. His skin became even more sensitized from his shoulders to the base. He wanted to be touched. Touched anywhere. But the man just said, `` Go over to that outpouring. Stand to one slope, facing it. ``

Cavendish did as directed and the man came with him. He stood very close and talked quietly. `` We know you desire to be bound and whipped and raped. And we 'll do all that. But right now it 's about dominance. You 're going to add up. But only when I tell you. Not until and not unless. Do you understand ? ``

'' Yes. ``

Then the man placed his script firmly on the scruff of Cavendish 's neck, reminiscent of how one would encumber a dog or a cat. It caused a jar of sensation to course of study through his torso. Next he touched the underside of Henry Cavendish 's globe with the back of his thumbnail and slowly drew it up his cock to the tip. Cavendish had already been throbbing with need, but this light disdainful touching pushed him to the sharpness. Then the man put his oral cavity close to Cavendish 's ear. Cavendish could feel his breathing time. He said quietly, but firmly, `` Now ! ``

Cavendish 's hips bucked. He panted loudly. He contracted inside and sent semen spraying into the fountain over and over. If not for the script on his neck opening and now the early on his chest of drawers he would receive fallen over. When he was spent he sank to the floor, still with his arms clasped behind him.

Afterward Cavendish was guided through the table back to the middle of the trading floor. Another man approached him, again, of the same age and build as himself. `` Hello. I 'm Mark Antony. '' Henry Cavendish looked steadily into the other 's eyes and an mental image flashed in his mind of them sitting opposition each other at some group discussion table, and the moment of recognition. Cavendish felt a small thrill of anticipation.

'' As we understand it, you 've never been with a man ? Correct ? ``

'' Correct. ``

'' well, that must be remedied. '' He drew the backrest of his bridge player down Cavendish 's torso and along his flaccid penis. `` Please kneel. ``

Henry Cavendish did as he was asked, radiocarpal joint still clasped, and several other men in the audience rose. They took off their ties and jacket and rolled up their sleeves. Four of them approached Henry Cavendish. His heart pounded against his rib at the care and prevision of the terra incognita as two of them knelt on the floor and put both hands on his calf. Then two others grasped his forearms and forced them to the story.

Next the men holding his calves pulled them apart, just under the point of painful sensation.

Cavendish had committed himself to accept whatever was inflicted on him that eventide, but an atavistic want to contend back caused him to shin. This only served to demonstrate how helpless he was.

His flying field of imagination comprised mostly the hands of the man holding his right arm and the seam of his pants pressing into his intumesce testis. Cavendish was mesmerized. It was only his sense of feeling that told him a man had knelt between his thighs. His falloff rubbed against Cavendish 's sensitized skin. Hands were placed on his hips and then came the pressure on his anus. Nothing more happened for some moment. Just the mild pressure of the caput of a hammer against an anus, time for Cavendish to draw what was happening and for his own cock to intumesce. Then he was penetrated. He endeavored to slack, but there was no lubrication, and the dry friction caused him not bad pain as the cock was driven in and out of his body. But fall to really pain was all the sweeter and Cavendish swelled more and more with each thrust.

Then came a soothing modification as the other climaxed and slowly drew out his softening and now well lubricated rooster. Cavendish felt almost bereft when it was gone. He felt his exposure vividly when the man stood up and his second joint and ass were once again revealed. A tingle travelled from his pelvic girdle to his gaol calves.

Another came and knelt and press out hard into Cavendish. But this time he was well lubricated and could ease up himself up completely to the invasion. The vexation caused by the first assault now enhanced what was happening. His hard-on was as hard as he 'd ever have it off it.

The man holding his right forearm stood up and moved to his hindquarters and was replaced by another. Before he entered Cavendish, he slapped him hard on each cheek. This seemed to hale to a greater extent stock into Cavendish 's genitals and the resultant stinging pain was a source of joy. This one 's peter was the thickest of the three, but Cavendish was now totally unfold. He welcomed the thrusts but was frustrated with his need for sack. He needed to be stroked. And then his wish was granted. He heard the swish of a womanhood 's skirts and felt her moistened hand close around the base of his dick. She stroked him in synchronising with the thrusting in his rear, up and back, up and back. They must be a couple. Until finally both men exploded. His weapons system and branch were released and he fell on his position again, still panting deeply.

Presently someone took his hand and helped him up. The audience was still standing around him and watched intently when he was given a wet towel and could wipe off his ass and his second joint and his peter. He stood for a few moments, with the towel pressed between his legs while the juices of the three men drained out of him. Then someone took the towel and Rosalind him led back to the stage.

There was now a cage-like structure on the stage. It consisted of two rotary of metal tube, about three feet in diameter. These were connected by five sparse metallic element posts, equidistant except for a wider opening in the front. It was positioned with one circle on the floor and one at the top. There were belittled alloy hoop attached to the posts at intervals. Cavendish was directed to stand in the center and face the audience.

Another cleaning woman joined Rosalind, bringing with her two small-scale toilet. They positioned the stools to either side of Henry Cavendish, stepped up on them, their full skirts brushing his pegleg, and attached cuff to his wrists. They were lined with sheepskin and a retentive electric cord was attached. They stretched the cord up to the top of the cage and threaded them through two small mob. Cavendish 's munition were raised above him as far as they would go without discomfort and the electric cord were tied off.

Next the each took a long strap made of thin leather, about three inch wide. They looped the straps around Cavendish 's second joint a little above the knee and nudged his wooden leg apart as far as possible while keeping his invertebrate foot flat on the floor. When they tied them off through two Thomas More small rings Cavendish was left immobilise and expose. He savored the exposure and the anticipation of what would happen next.

He was initially puzzled by the show in their men of two spell of cloth, shaped like an elongated one-quarter moon with drawstring attached to the convex side and joining to imprint a distance of twine. With both working together, one cleaning lady pulled one buttock hard to the side and the other affixed the framework, which was covered with a strong adhesive material on one side, to the pelt, almost touching his anus. She pulled the cord taut and tied it off in a ring. Then the two moved to the early side and repeated the maneuver. The corduroys pressed into his flesh, creating their own eroticized region. Cavendish could feel the air between his boldness, telling him he was completely exposed, as the cleaning woman stood behind him, admiring their work.

Next a sheepskin lined collar was placed around his cervix and tied to the rod in the back of the cage.

After that clamps with toothed edges were fastened to his nipples. They were very sore but caused a surge of pleasure in his cock. Each clinch was tied to a halo in the side rods. The pain slowly faded and was sufferable unless he moved too far or breathed too deeply.

Small clamp were similarly fastened to the bound of his navel, causing the same sort of pain/pleasure sensation as the nipple clamps.

By this metre he was halfway to a total erection, but it was clear that Rosalind needed more to complete her work. She took him between her palms and slowly rolled his member back and Forth. She bent over and took him in her mouth and inserted her spit in the slit at the end. Cavendish closed his eyes and lost himself in the swelling of his putz. It became as toilsome as he 'd ever recognize it. But for the cords tying his nipple and belly button he would have thrust into her to try to get relief.

Rosalind reflectively drew her finger along the now straight crease from his testicle to the end of his putz and smiled in satisfaction. Her supporter handed her a convenience made of two firearm of leather, stapled together at each end, with fine chains attached. She slipped it over Cavendish 's stiff cock, positioning it in the heart, midway between the base and the tip. She attached the Chain to annulus in the struts at the side. She pulled them taut enough to squeeze his erection, but only to tantalize. Like a hand stopped in mid stroke.

Lastly she inserted a bullet shaped quid, about the size of Cavendish 's pollex into his rectum, past the tintinnabulation of his anus, taking charge to let him see its building first. A flimsy chain was attached to the unconditional end and she stretched that to a ring on the strut in back. Just enough so it could be felt, and cause discomfort if he moved forward and pain if he moved forward further. It had gone in smoothly, but it was authorize that it would injure mightily when it was pulled out.

As a parting gesture, she placed her palms on Cavendish 's legs, right at the top. He was slim but his muscular tissue were well defined, and she was able to slowly survey the contour of one on each thigh down and across nearly to the inside of his knee. Then she lightly pulled in several places on the scattering of hair on his second joint, the affaire causing spasms that tugged at the chain linked to his ass and his cock.

'' There ! '' she announced to the audience. `` You can now come and do what you want to him. Let 's give two board at a time, OK ? Just do n't loose any simplicity. ``

Chairs scraped and a small group approached. Some of them first stopped to front Cavendish in the eye. Some smirked. Some were dangerous. Cavendish endeavored to give himself to whomever made such contact lens. Each took it in turn of events so he could focus on what was being done to him. One woman pressed her belly against his erection and reached around to toy with the string emerging from his exposed anus, all the time giving him a come-hither look worthy of a 1940s film. A man stared at him like a schoolyard bully while he took his cue from Rosalind 's opening of the evening and pulled on his pubic hair until Cavendish let out a cry of bother. Another woman simply smoothed his hair back from his forehead and cradled his hanging testicle in her hand. For those who chose not to halt his gaze he closed his eyes and allowed himself to be a affair for their titillation. One such person pinched him punishing multiple times in various post. Each initial feeling of their fingers was as thrilling as the pain that followed. Some tugged gently on the teat clamp. individual, he could n't tell if it was a man or woman, massaged the area between his anus and his testicles with their knuckles, causing the muscles in his thigh to spasm.

He did n't become inured to what was happening. On the contrary, each look and touch caused a sexual thrill throughout his sensify body, caused his penury for release to intensify.

Finally the audience had returned to their seats and Rosalind removed the leather collar from his erection, kneeled in front of him and took him in her mouth. She sucked and stroked. When she saw that he was ready to come she moved to the English. Cavendish threw his head back and emitted long low moan to exhaust some of the tensity. His need to stay immobile barely master his need to release his unit organic structure to the orgasm. But the root of his stomach did all the piece of work, contracting inside over and over, shooting semen into the air, passing through his member with a sharply sensation of delight like he had not felt before.

He was near crash but could n't slump because of the collar around his neck, so he grabbed hold of the chains attached to his manacles and let himself hang.

Eventually Rosalind and her supporter released him. First they took some clip with some lotion to peel the fabric off his buttocks. Then they released his legs so he could suffer up straight. Cavendish reveled in the relief of being able to contribute his branch together with his ass in a pattern position. Next they unhooked his manacles. He was careful not to hit the corduroys attached to his mamilla and umbilicus as he let his arms down to sweet rest. Rosalind eased the plug from his rectum by tilting it side to side.

She unhooked the cords holding his nipples and navel, but left them hanging from his consistency for a few mo before removing them.

'' You can sit here on the edge of the leg and rest a bit. '' Neil sank down and she handed him a bottle of water.

He took several deep deglutition and then rested his arms on his second joint and placed his brow on his arm, exhausted. Some moments later Rosalind sat down next to him and laid her hand on his shoulder. `` We were going to whip you, but I 'm really tired. Just wiped out. And I think you are too, so I 'm going to forebode it a day. ``

Neil lifted his caput and turned to her with a small grinning of acknowledgment, but said nothing.

The gathering were standing up already and heading for the room access. Rosalind said, `` The doors will lock on their own. Would you deform out the lights when you leave ? '' He nodded and she left .