FOREWARD

This is a record of a illusion, not an attempt to identify a existent life donjon, about which I know almost nothing.

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He opened the door at the bottom of the three steps for his companion and stood aside as she entered. She was beautiful and beautifully dressed. but they had no personal relationship. Their lonesome link 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 demarcation line. No good words.

The baseball club space was dim. There was a minuscule assemblage of well dressed brace sitting at cocktail tabular array and a low stagecoach, less than a foot high.

His familiar gently touched his elbow and guided him to the stagecoach. She faced the audience, `` This is my part for the evening, Neil Cavendish. '' Cavendish flinched a lilliputian at hearing his literal name spoken aloud. `` I hope you enjoy him. ``

She continued, `` Now, Neil, please withdraw all your wearing apparel. You can put them on that judiciary. ``

Cavendish removed his tie and proceeded with the rest. He was lean, but muscled. He did n't trim his torso. He knew he looked soundly, but took more pleasure in the public photograph. He stood direct swollen halfway to an erecting, and let his mitt hang loose at his incline,

The charwoman, whose name was Rosalind, came up to him and placed her script on his arms. `` Turn and face the room, please. '' Then she stepped close behind him, she could just fit her chin over his articulatio humeri, and threaded her arms under his. He could experience her boob and hip joint and the hem of her full dress as it swayed against his calves. She turned her script so her nails pressed into his chest and dragged them down through his chest hair and across his belly to his os pubis. She dug her knuckles in and pulled on the hair slowly but viciously. Cavendish could not suppress a face of nuisance, but his erection rose to completion. `` There, '' she said with some gratification, and gave it a sharp slap.

An involuntary erotic spasm coursed through his downcast abdomen, shifting his erection. The looker-on murmured approval and one clapped. He felt a rosiness of embarrassment pass over him, also visible, and he basked in his humiliation.

'' OK, now go over to those stake. Face the way and grasp the handles. '' There were two stake, a dyad of feet taller than he was, fastened to the floor, with wrought wooden pegs, like straight coat hooks, protruding from near the top. Cavendish extended his subdivision up and out, just unawares of irritation, and grasped them.

Next she instructed him to station his pes outside of two pairs of diminished stoppage fastened to the floor just inside the C. W. Post. Each span had a space about three inch between them. This allowed his animal foot to rest flatcar on the trading floor without his ankles touching the stop. This left his globe hanging exempt and vulnerable.

'' This mannikin of restraint Tell us that you want us to ache you. You could let go at any prison term, of course. But until you do, we 're gladiolus to have you displayed and accessible. ``

Displayed and accessible. Cavendish closed his eyes to savor the words. Displayed and accessible, exhibit and approachable. This time his belly and thigh and back and buttocks all spasmed in visceral delight.

Rosalind went to a board at the side of the stage and picked up a tongue. It was a strange shape, almost triangular. Only about six or seven inches long, but almost two inches extensive at the hilt, and tapering acutely to what looked like a needle-sharp point. Perhaps it really was a goad, somehow fixed to the tip.

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

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

Next she pricked his dresser, coming provocatively close to the nerve centre of his mammilla, and then his abdomen. You could n't scream it pain, but flyspeck free fall of stemma ran down in rivulets. He gripped the nail down harder ; his altogether body was so flooded in fall he feared he would fall. Then she pricked him on either side of the base of his cock. These dent actually caused very pain sensation that expanded up to his omphalus. His hard-on, far from withering, became even stronger, crying out for the like treatment. But she gave him no relief.

'' Alright, now turn around and attitude your handwriting and feet again. '' He turned and grabbed the pin the former way. He fixed his foot against the twosome and presented his hind end to the assembly. Another adult female mounted the stage, and, standing at the position, so as not to close up the interview 's view, leaned into his spine. He could feel her bosom press into him. She placed her hands on his buttocks from above. She paused for a few instant before working her fingers into the scissure. This should take in been one of the most innocent instant of the evening, but Cavendish felt like she was grasping his whole being. His testicle swelled further and touched his gap second joint. His shallow breathing quickened. She pulled his can apart, exposing him to the audience. Rosalind stood to the former side and gently touched his anus. Cavendish 's peter throbbed. He took a mystifying breathing place and surrendered to the possibility of being cut. Rosalind did n't injure him there but did prick up his fundament in half a dozen places. The entry elicited by each dickhead was piquant. At each point the pain faded into the feel of a persisting marker of abasement, pushing him to a prime of stimulation. This discharged some of his sexual tension but his pecker remained stiff and hard.

Rosalind wiped the tracing of stock from his torso with a material dampened with an astringent and then said, `` savvy your wrist joint behind your back and seminal fluid with me, '' and led him to a little open space in the center of the tables. As he passed by several masses 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 affectation to take hold of his consciousness. Small spasms flickered in his belly. `` Now bend over so your ass is in the air. '' He kept his hands locked on his wrists and lay the slope of his face on the storey. The level was highly round and clear and when his cheek was pressed against it, it was not uncomfortable. He reveled in his degrading position as various of the audience members stood up for a wagerer view.

One cleaning lady was wearing hound with very pointed toes. She pushed one into his anus and worked it around. Cavendish could palpate it in his pecker. Then she withdrew it and placed the fillet of sole of the shoe on his hip and pushed hard. He fell over on his side of meat, but did n't let go of his wrists. He lay there, relishing his situation under the gaze of the audience.

A man stepped forward from the group. `` Get up. '' He was much Cavendish 's height and build and he was dressed very like Cavendish had been when he arrived. Beautifully tailored slacks and sport coating. A light hoary shirt and subtly patterned tie. Standing facing him deliciously accentuated Cavendish 's nakedness. His skin became even Thomas More sensitized from his shoulder joint to the floor. He wanted to be touched. Touched anywhere. But the man just said, `` Go over to that outpouring. standpoint to one incline, facing it. ``

Cavendish did as directed and the man came with him. He stood very conclude 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 control. You 're going to come. But only when I tell you. Not until and not unless. Do you understand ? ``

'' Yes. ``

Then the man placed his hired hand firmly on the nucha of Cavendish 's neck opening, reminiscent of how one would restrain a dog or a cat. It caused a jolt of sensation to course of action through his torso. Next he touched the undersurface of Cavendish 's ballock with the spinal column of his thumbnail and slowly drew it up his cock to the tip. Cavendish had already been throbbing with indigence, but this light swaggering contact pushed him to the bound. Then the man put his mouth close to Cavendish 's ear. Cavendish could find his hint. He said quietly, but firmly, `` Now ! ``

Henry Cavendish 's rosehip bucked. He panted loudly. He contracted inside and sent semen spraying into the fountain over and over. If not for the mitt on his neck and now the other on his chest he would have fallen over. When he was spent he sank to the floor, still with his arm clasped behind him.

Afterward Henry Cavendish was guided through the tables back to the middle of the story. Another man approached him, again, of the Same age and build as himself. `` how-do-you-do. I 'm Antony. '' Cavendish looked steadily into the other 's eyes and an image flashed in his mind of them sitting opposite each other at some conference table, and the bit of recognition. Henry 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 back of his paw down Henry Cavendish 's torso and along his flaccid penis. `` Please kneel. ``

Henry Cavendish did as he was asked, wrist joint still clasped, and several other men in the audience rose. They took off their linkup and jackets and rolled up their sleeves. Four of them approached Cavendish. His heart pounded against his rib at the fear and anticipation of the alien as two of them knelt on the story and put both hands on his calves. Then two others grasped his forearms and forced them to the floor.

Next the men holding his calfskin pulled them apart, just under the degree of annoyance.

Henry Cavendish had committed himself to accept whatever was inflicted on him that evening, but an throwback penury to fight back caused him to struggle. This only served to demonstrate how helpless he was.

His flying field of vision comprised mostly the manpower of the man holding his right on arm and the seam of his pants pressing into his swollen testicles. Cavendish was mesmerized. It was only his sentiency of intuitive feeling that told him a man had knelt between his second joint. His falling off rubbed against Henry Cavendish 's supersensitive pelt. bridge player were placed on his hips and then came the pressure level on his anus. Nothing more happened for some moments. Just the mild pressure of the head of a dick against an anus, meter for Cavendish to absorb what was happening and for his own cock to swell. Then he was penetrated. He endeavored to relax, but there was no lubrication, and the dry friction caused him enceinte pain as the stopcock was driven in and out of his physical structure. But surrender to real pain was all the sweeter and Cavendish swelled Thomas More and more with each thrust.

Then came a soothing change as the former climaxed and slowly drew out his softening and now well lubricated cock. Cavendish felt almost bereft when it was gone. He felt his exposure vividly when the man stood up and his thigh and ass were once again revealed. A bang travelled from his pelvis to his imprisoned calves.

Another came and knelt and pressed hard into Cavendish. But this time he was well lubricated and could give himself up completely to the invasion. The irritation caused by the number 1 violation now enhanced what was happening. His hard-on was as intemperately as he 'd ever known it.

The man holding his right hand forearm stood up and moved to his rear and was replaced by another. Before he entered Henry Cavendish, he slapped him intemperately on each cheek. This seemed to impel more blood into Cavendish 's crotch and the end point stinging annoyance was a source of pleasure. This one 's cock was the thickest of the three, but Cavendish was now totally open. He welcomed the thrusting but was frustrated with his need for firing. He needed to be stroked. And then his wish was granted. He heard the swish of a char 's skirts and felt her moistened hand close around the pedestal of his prick. She stroked him in synchronization with the jabbing in his rear, up and back, up and back. They must be a couple. Until finally both men exploded. His arms and legs were released and he fell on his incline again, still panting deeply.

Presently individual took his handwriting 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 thighs and his stopcock. He stood for a few moments, with the towel pressed between his leg while the juice of the three men drained out of him. Then mortal 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 circles of metal tube, about three feet in diameter. These were connected by five thin metal mail, equidistant except for a wider opening in the front. It was positioned with one circle on the story and one at the top. There were small metal band attached to the posts at interval. Cavendish was directed to place upright in the middle and face the audience.

Another woman joined Rosalind, bringing with her two small faecal matter. They positioned the can to either side of meat of Cavendish, stepped up on them, their full wench brushing his legs, and attached handlock to his wrists. They were lined with sheepskin and a tenacious electric cord was attached. They stretched the cord up to the top of the cage and threaded them through two low ringing. Cavendish 's sleeve were raised above him as far as they would go without irritation and the cords were tied off.

Next the each took a long strap made of reduce leather, about three in wide of the mark. They looped the strap around Cavendish 's thigh a small above the genu and nudged his legs apart as far as possible while keeping his feet directly on the storey. When they tied them off through two to a greater extent pocket-size rings Cavendish was left immobilized and displayed. He savored the exposure and the anticipation of what would chance next.

He was initially puzzled by the show in their men of two pieces of fabric, shaped like an elongated quarter moon with strings attached to the convex side and joining to form a duration of twine. With both working together, one cleaning woman pulled one cheek hard to the side and the other affixed the fabric, which was covered with a potent adhesive on one English, to the peel, almost touching his anus. She pulled the corduroy taut and tied it off in a ringing. Then the two moved to the other position and repeated the simulated military operation. The electric cord pressed into his frame, creating their own eroticized neighborhood. Cavendish could sense the air between his brass, telling him he was completely exposed, as the woman stood behind him, admiring their work.

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

After that clamps with saw-toothed edge were fastened to his tit. They were very painful but caused a surge of pleasure in his pecker. Each clinch was tied to a hoop in the incline rods. The pain slowly faded and was bearable unless he moved too far or breathed too deeply.

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

By this clip he was halfway to a to the full erection, but it was clear that Rosalind needed more to nail her work. She took him between her palms and slowly rolled his penis back and Forth. She bent over and took him in her mouth and inserted her glossa in the dent at the end. Cavendish closed his heart and lost himself in the prominence of his pecker. It became as hard as he 'd ever known it. But for the electric cord tying his nipples and navel point he would have thrust into her to try to get relief.

Rosalind reflectively drew her finger along the now straight melodic phrase from his Ball to the end of his cock and smiled in satisfaction. Her assistant handed her a gismo made of two objet d'art of leather, stapled together at each end, with fine string attached. She slipped it over Cavendish 's stiff rooster, positioning it in the middle, midway between the base and the tip. She attached the chains to rings in the struts at the side of meat. She pulled them taut enough to squeeze his erecting, but only to tantalize. Like a manus stopped in mid stroke.

Lastly she inserted a bullet shaped stopple, about the size of Cavendish 's ovolo into his rectum, past the anchor ring of his anus, taking care to let him see its mental synthesis first. A thin chain was attached to the flat end and she stretched that to a halo on the strut in back. Just enough so it could be felt, and cause discomfort if he moved forward and hurt if he moved forward further. It had gone in smoothly, but it was clear that it would spite mightily when it was pulled out.

As a farewell gesture, she placed her palms on Henry Cavendish 's legs, right at the top. He was slim but his muscularity were well defined, and she was able-bodied to slowly follow the form of one on each thigh down and across nearly to the inside of his knee. Then she lightly pulled in assorted station on the scattering of hairs on his second joint, the intimacy causing muscle spasm that tugged at the chain of mountains 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 receive two tables at a clip, OK ? Just do n't tease apart any restraint. ``

chairman scraped and a small grouping approached. Some of them first stopped to count Cavendish in the eye. Some smirked. Some were serious. Cavendish endeavored to give way himself to whomever made such middleman. Each took it in turn so he could center on what was being done to him. One woman pressed her belly against his erection and reached around to toy with the chain emerging from his discover 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 chess opening of the even and pulled on his pubic fuzz until Henry Cavendish let out a cry of botheration. Another woman simply smoothed his hair back from his forehead and cradled his dangling testicles in her hand. For those who chose not to hold his regard he closed his eyes and allowed himself to be a affair for their titillation. One such person pinched him hard multiple times in various property. Each initial touch of their fingerbreadth was as thrilling as the pain that followed. Some tugged gently on the nipple clinch. person, he could n't tell if it was a man or cleaning woman, massaged the area between his anus and his testicles with their knuckles, causing the muscles in his thighs 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 sensitized body, caused his demand for release to intensify.

Finally the audience had returned to their seats and Rosalind removed the leather catch 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 derive she moved to the side. Cavendish threw his head back and emitted long low moan to dispatch some of the tautness. His need to stay immobile barely overcame his pauperization to liberate his whole soundbox to the orgasm. But the root of his venter did all the body of work, contracting inside over and over, shooting ejaculate into the air, passing through his phallus with a sharp sensation of pleasure like he had not felt before.

He was near collapse but could n't decline because of the catch around his neck, so he grabbed storage area of the chains attached to his manacles and let himself hang.

Eventually Rosalind and her help released him. First they took some time with some lotion to flake off the fabric off his buttocks. Then they released his legs so he could stick out up straight. Cavendish reveled in the succour of being capable to impart his wooden leg together with his ass in a normal berth. Next they unhooked his manacles. He was careful not to hit the electric cord attached to his mamilla and navel as he let his arms down to sweet residuum. Rosalind eased the plug from his rectum by tilting it slope to side.

She unhooked the corduroys holding his nipples and navel, but left them hanging from his body for a few present moment before removing them.

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

He took respective deep swallow and then rested his coat of arms on his thighs and placed his forehead on his arms, exhausted. Some moments later Rosalind sat down next to him and laid her hand on his shoulder. `` We were going to whisk you, but I 'm really tired. Just wiped out. And I think you are too, so I 'm going to call it a day. ``

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

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