FOREWARD

This is a record of a fantasy, not an attack to describe a rattling life keep, about which I know almost nothing.

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He opened the door at the bottom of the three footfall for his comrade and stood aside as she entered. She was beautiful and beautifully dressed. but they had no personal relationship. Their entirely connecter 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. No condom words.

The club space was dim. There was a small gathering of well dressed span sitting at cocktail tables and a low stage, less than a metrical foot high.

His familiar gently touched his elbow joint and guided him to the degree. She faced the audience, `` This is my share for the evening, Neil Cavendish. '' Henry Cavendish flinched a footling at hearing his real name spoken aloud. `` I hope you enjoy him. ``

She continued, `` Now, Neil, please take away all your clothes. You can put them on that bench. ``

Cavendish removed his tie and proceeded with the repose. He was lean, but muscled. He did n't knock off his physical structure. He knew he looked skillful, but took more delight in the public exposure. He stood straight swollen halfway to an erecting, and let his manpower hang loose at his sides,

The woman, whose name was Rosalind, came up to him and placed her hands on his weapon. `` Turn and face the room, please. '' Then she stepped close behind him, she could just fit her chin over his shoulder, and threaded her arm under his. He could feel her breasts and hips and the hem of her full moon apparel as it swayed against his calfskin. She turned her hands so her nails pressed into his chest and dragged them down through his chest hair and across his belly to his pubis. She dug her knuckles in and pulled on the hair slowly but viciously. Cavendish could not bottle up a face of painfulness, but his erection rose to completion. `` There, '' she said with some satisfaction, and gave it a abrupt slap.

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

'' OK, now go over to those posts. Face the room and grasp the handles. '' There were two office, a yoke of feet taller than he was, fastened to the floor, with shaped wooden stick, like straight coat hooks, protruding from near the top. Cavendish extended his arms up and out, just short of uncomfortableness, and grasped them.

Next she instructed him to place his invertebrate foot outside of two twosome of modest stop fastened to the flooring just inside the spot. Each couplet had a space about three in between them. This allowed his feet to roost flavourless on the trading floor without his ankle touching the auction block. This left his balls hanging free and vulnerable.

'' This form of constraint Tell us that you want us to spite you. You could let go at any time, of course. But until you do, we 're gladiolus to have you displayed and approachable. ``

Displayed and accessible. Cavendish closed his eyes to savour the words. Displayed and accessible, exhibit and approachable. This time his belly and thighs and back and buttocks all spasmed in splanchnic delight.

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

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

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

Next she pricked his breast, coming provocatively close to the center of his nipples, and then his abdominal cavity. You could n't call it painful sensation, but tiny driblet of rake ran down in runnel. He gripped the stick harder ; his whole body was so overflowing in giving up he feared he would fall down. Then she pricked him on either side of the base of his putz. These pricks actually caused real pain that expanded up to his navel. His erection, far from withering, became even potent, crying out for the Saami treatment. But she gave him no relief.

'' Alright, now turn around and berth your manpower and feet again. '' He turned and grabbed the pegs the other way. He fixed his foundation against the braces and presented his buttocks to the gathering. Another woman mounted the stage, and, standing at the incline, so as not to jam the hearing 's view, leaned into his back. He could feel her breast pressing into him. She placed her hands on his buttocks from above. She paused for a few moments before working her fingers into the crevice. This should sustain been one of the most unobjectionable instant of the evening, but Cavendish felt like she was grasping his whole being. His bollock swelled further and touched his spread second joint. His shallow breathing quickened. She pulled his buttocks apart, exposing him to the hearing. Rosalind stood to the former incline and gently touched his anus. Henry Cavendish 's hammer throbbed. He took a inscrutable breathing space and surrendered to the possibility of being cut. Rosalind did n't spite him there but did prick his rear in half a dozen places. The submission elicited by each prick was zesty. At each tip the pain in the ass faded into the feel of a persisting mark of degradation, pushing him to a vizor of arousal. This discharged some of his sexual tension but his cock remained rigid and hard.

Rosalind wiped the traces of blood from his body with a material dampened with an astringent and then said, `` Grasp your wrists behind your rear and come with me, '' and led him to a small open space in the center of the tabular array. 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 knees. '' Cavendish complied. They left him there for a bit, long enough for his submissive pose to take detainment of his consciousness. Small spasms flickered in his paunch. `` Now bend over so your ass is in the air. '' He kept his workforce locked on his wrists and lay the slope of his face on the floor. The floor was highly polished and sporty and when his buttock was pressed against it, it was not uncomfortable. He reveled in his degrading locating as several of the audience penis stood up for a better view.

One woman was wearing heels with very steer toes. She pushed one into his anus and worked it around. Cavendish could feel it in his cock. Then she withdrew it and placed the sole of the brake shoe on his hip and pushed hard. He fell over on his position, but did n't let go of his wrists. He lay there, relishing his berth 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 Henry Cavendish had been when he arrived. Beautifully tailored slacks and mutation coat. A clear gray shirt and subtly patterned tie. Standing facing him deliciously accentuated Cavendish 's nakedness. His cutis became even More sensitized from his shoulders to the floor. He wanted to be touched. Touched anywhere. But the man just said, `` Go over to that fountain. Stand to one English, 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 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 bridge player firmly on the nape of Cavendish 's cervix, reminiscent of how one would cumber a dog or a cat. It caused a shock of sense to course through his trunk. Next he touched the underside of Cavendish 's balls 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 igniter scornful mite pushed him to the edge. Then the man put his oral cavity close to Henry Cavendish 's ear. Cavendish could feel his intimation. He said quietly, but firmly, `` Now ! ``

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

Afterward Cavendish was guided through the tabular array back to the eye of the floor. Another man approached him, again, of the Same age and work up as himself. `` Hello. I 'm Mark Antony. '' Cavendish looked steadily into the other 's optic and an image flashed in his judgment of them sitting opposite each other at some conference mesa, and the here and now 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 hand down Henry Cavendish 's torso and along his flaccid penis. `` Please kneel. ``

Cavendish did as he was asked, radiocarpal joint still clasped, and several other men in the audience rose. They took off their tie-up and jackets and rolled up their sleeve. Four of them approached Cavendish. His heart pounded against his ribs at the fear and anticipation of the unknown as two of them knelt on the floor and put both workforce on his calves. Then two others grasped his forearms and forced them to the floor.

Next the men holding his calf pulled them apart, just under the item of pain.

Cavendish had committed himself to accept whatever was inflicted on him that eve, but an atavistic need to fight back back caused him to sputter. This only served to present how helpless he was.

His field of vision comprised mostly the manpower of the man holding his right arm and the seam of his pants pressing into his swollen testicle. Henry Cavendish was mesmerized. It was only his sensation of feeling that told him a man had knelt between his thigh. His slacks rubbed against Cavendish 's sensitized pelt. Hands were placed on his hips and then came the pressure level on his anus. Nothing more happened for some here and now. Just the balmy imperativeness of the head of a dick against an anus, meter for Henry Cavendish to absorb what was happening and for his own rooster to swell. Then he was penetrated. He endeavored to relax, but there was no lubrication, and the dry detrition caused him enceinte pain as the cock was driven in and out of his eubstance. But surrender to real botheration was all the sweeter and Henry Cavendish swelled more and more with each thrust.

Then came a solace change as the early 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 second joint and ass were once again revealed. A charge travelled from his pelvis to his imprisoned calves.

Another came and knelt and pressed hard into Henry Cavendish. But this time he was well lubricated and could give himself up completely to the intrusion. The irritation caused by the first Assault now enhanced what was happening. His erection was as hard as he 'd ever live it.

The man holding his right forearm stood up and moved to his rear and was replaced by another. Before he entered Cavendish, he slapped him unvoiced on each buttock. This seemed to squeeze more blood into Cavendish 's genitals and the resultant stinging pain was a source of pleasure. This one 's rooster was the heavyset of the three, but Cavendish was now totally open air. He welcomed the thrusts but was frustrated with his want for release. He needed to be stroked. And then his wish was granted. He heard the swish of a woman 's skirts and felt her moistened hired man close around the Base of his cock. She stroked him in synchronization with the stab in his rear, up and back, up and back. They must be a couplet. Until finally both men exploded. His arms and branch were released and he fell on his side again, still panting deeply.

Presently somebody took his handwriting and helped him up. The consultation was still standing around him and watched intently when he was given a wet towel and could pass over off his ass and his thighs and his cock. He stood for a few here and now, 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 forget me drug of metallic element tubing, about three feet in diam. These were connected by five dilute metal berth, equidistant except for a wider opening in the front. It was positioned with one circle on the storey and one at the top. There were low metallic element rings attached to the posts at intervals. Henry Cavendish was directed to tolerate in the midriff and face the audience.

Another char joined Rosalind, bringing with her two small stools. They positioned the ordure to either English of Cavendish, stepped up on them, their full skirts brushing his legs, and attached manacles to his wrists. They were lined with parchment and a recollective cord was attached. They stretched the cord up to the top of the cage and threaded them through two low anchor ring. Cavendish 's arms were raised above him as far as they would go without discomfort and the cords were tied off.

Next the each took a long strap made of thinly leather, about three inches widely. They looped the straps around Henry Cavendish 's thighs a piffling above the knees and nudged his legs apart as far as possible while keeping his human foot flat on the floor. When they tied them off through two more than small rings Cavendish was left immobilized and exhibit. He savored the exposure and the anticipation of what would happen next.

He was initially puzzled by the appearance in their manpower of two pieces of fabric, shaped like an elongated quarter moon with strings attached to the bulging face and connexion to form a length of twine. With both working together, one adult female pulled one cheek hard to the English and the former affixed the textile, which was covered with a strong adhesive on one side, to the skin, almost touching his anus. She pulled the corduroy taut and tied it off in a band. Then the two moved to the other side and repeated the tactical maneuver. The cords pressed into his build, creating their own eroticized region. Cavendish could feel the air between his cheeks, telling him he was completely exposed, as the char 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 notched edges were fastened to his tit. They were very painful but caused a surge of joy in his cock. Each clamp was tied to a closed chain in the side rod cell. The nuisance slowly faded and was endurable unless he moved too far or breathed too deeply.

Small clamp were similarly fastened to the edges of his navel, causing the same sorting of pain/pleasure sensation as the tit clamps.

By this clip he was halfway to a full erecting, but it was crystalise that Rosalind needed more to complete her employment. She took him between her thenar and slowly rolled his penis back and Forth. She bent over and took him in her mouth and inserted her clapper in the slit at the end. Cavendish closed his eyes and lost himself in the swelling of his cock. It became as heavy as he 'd ever known it. But for the cords tying his nipples and navel he would have thrust into her to try to get alleviation.

Rosalind reflectively drew her finger's breadth along the now straight origin from his formal to the end of his cock and smiled in satisfaction. Her assistant handed her a appliance made of two objet d'art of leather, stapled together at each end, with okay chains attached. She slipped it over Cavendish 's blotto cock, positioning it in the eye, midway between the radical and the tip. She attached the chains to ringing in the swagger 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 stopple, about the size of Cavendish 's thumb into his rectum, past the ring of his anus, taking charge to let him see its mental synthesis first. A slender chain was attached to the flatbed end and she stretched that to a ring on the strut in back. Just enough so it could be felt, and stimulate discomfort if he moved forward and pain if he moved forward further. It had gone in smoothly, but it was authorize that it would hurt mightily when it was pulled out.

As a parting motion, she placed her medallion on Cavendish 's peg, right at the top. He was slender but his muscles were well defined, and she was able to slowly follow the contour of one on each thigh down and across nearly to the inside of his knee. Then she lightly pulled in various places on the sprinkling of hairs on his thighs, the intimacy causing spasms that tugged at the chains linked to his ass and his cock.

'' There ! '' she announced to the audience. `` You can now do and do what you want to him. Let 's have two tables at a time, OK ? Just do n't tease apart any restraints. ``

chairman scraped and a small group approached. Some of them first stopped to look Cavendish in the eye. Some smirked. Some were serious. Cavendish endeavored to pass on himself to whomever made such contact. Each took it in turn so he could focalize 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 open anus, all the sentence giving him a come-hither flavour 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 eve and pulled on his pubic fuzz until Cavendish let out a cry of infliction. Another charwoman simply smoothed his hair back from his forehead and cradled his dangling egg in her manus. For those who chose not to retain his gaze he closed his middle and allowed himself to be a thing for their titillation. One such person pinched him laborious multiple sentence in diverse places. Each initial touch of their fingers was as thrilling as the pain that followed. Some tugged gently on the nipple clamp. someone, he could n't tell if it was a man or fair sex, massaged the expanse between his anus and his ball with their knucks, causing the muscles in his thighs to spasm.

He did n't become harden to what was happening. On the contrary, each look and touch caused a sexual thrill throughout his sensitise body, caused his need for departure to intensify.

Finally the interview had returned to their seats and Rosalind removed the leather collar from his erection, kneeled in forepart of him and took him in her mouth. She sucked and stroked. When she saw that he was gear up to fall she moved to the side. Henry Cavendish threw his promontory back and emitted long low moan to exonerate some of the stress. His need to stick around immobile barely overcame his motive to release his hale organic structure to the orgasm. But the root word of his belly did all the work, contracting inside over and over, shooting seminal fluid into the air, passing through his penis with a sharp sensation of pleasure like he had not felt before.

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

Eventually Rosalind and her helper released him. first gear they took some clock time with some lotion to peel the fabric off his buttocks. Then they released his wooden leg so he could support up straight. Cavendish reveled in the backup of being able to play his ramification together with his ass in a normal position. Next they unhooked his handlock. He was careful not to hit the corduroys attached to his teat and navel as he let his arms down to sweet rest. Rosalind eased the fireplug from his rectum by tilting it side to side.

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

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

He took respective bass drinks and then rested his arms on his thighs and placed his brow on his weaponry, exhausted. Some moments later Rosalind sat down side by side 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 call it a day. ``

Neil lifted his top dog and turned to her with a small smile of acknowledgement, but said nothing.

The assemblage were standing up already and heading for the room access. Rosalind said, `` The door will lock on their own. Would you bend out the brightness level when you leave ? '' He nodded and she left .