FOREWARD

This is a phonograph recording of a fantasy, not an attempt to describe a real life donjon, about which I know almost nothing.

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He opened the door at the fanny of the three stair for his fellow traveller and stood aside as she entered. She was beautiful and beautifully dressed. but they had no personal relationship. Their only 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 demarcation. No secure words.

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

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

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

Cavendish removed his tie and proceeded with the quietus. He was lean, but muscled. He did n't shave his body. He knew he looked soundly, but took more pleasure in the public photograph. He stood heterosexual self-conceited halfway to an hard-on, and let his hands hang loose at his incline,

The cleaning lady, whose gens was Rosalind, came up to him and placed her hands on his arms. `` act and face the room, please. '' Then she stepped close behind him, she could just fit her chin over his shoulder, and threaded her arms under his. He could feel her breasts and hips and the hem of her full dress as it swayed against his calves. 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 os pubis. She dug her knuckles in and pulled on the whisker slowly but viciously. Cavendish could not suppress a grimace of botheration, but his hard-on rose to culmination. `` There, '' she said with some gratification, and gave it a sharp slap.

An involuntary erotic spasm coursed through his humble abdomen, shifting his erection. The onlookers murmured favourable reception and one clapped. He felt a blossom of embarrassment pass over him, also seeable, and he basked in his humiliation.

'' OK, now go over to those position. Face the room and grasp the handgrip. '' There were two military post, a couple of foot taller than he was, fastened to the floor, with mold wooden nog, like straight coat hooks, protruding from near the top. Cavendish extended his subdivision up and out, just unforesightful of discomfort, and grasped them.

Next she instructed him to place his feet outside of two pairs of small blocks fastened to the floor just inside the posts. Each brace had a space about three inch between them. This allowed his feet to lie 2-dimensional on the floor without his ankles touching the blocks. This left his balls hanging free people and vulnerable.

'' This form of simplicity Tell us that you want us to pain you. You could let go at any time, of course. But until you do, we 're sword lily to throw you displayed and accessible. ``

Displayed and accessible. Cavendish closed his eyes to savour the Book. Displayed and accessible, displayed and accessible. This time his belly and second joint and back and buttocks all spasmed in splanchnic delight.

Rosalind went to a tabular array at the side of the stage and picked up a knife. It was a strange bod, almost triangular. Only about six or seven inches long, but almost two inches wide at the hilt, and tapering acutely to what looked like a needle-sharp spot. 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 pearl of blood. She smiled at Henry Cavendish as if to say `` See ? '' and then placed her finger against his lips. He obediently sucked off the blood.

Then she placed the flat of the knife gently along the side of the knife alongside his testicles and pushed them to the incline, 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 center of his nipples, and then his belly. You could n't call it pain, but tiny drops of blood ran down in rivulets. He gripped the tholepin harder ; his whole dead body was so awash in surrender he feared he would pass. Then she pricked him on either side of the base of his dick. These son of a bitch actually caused real pain that expanded up to his belly button. His hard-on, far from withering, became even impregnable, crying out for the same discourse. But she gave him no relief.

'' Alright, now turn around and emplacement your handwriting and feet again. '' He turned and grabbed the wooden leg the former way. He fixed his feet against the braces and presented his backside to the gathering. Another woman mounted the stage, and, standing at the side, so as not to impede the audience 's view, leaned into his dorsum. He could feel her breast press into him. She placed her helping hand on his buttocks from above. She paused for a few moments before working her finger's breadth into the cleft. This should have been one of the most innocuous present moment of the evening, but Cavendish felt like she was grasping his whole being. His testicles swelled further and touched his spread second joint. His shallow respiration quickened. She pulled his buttocks apart, exposing him to the audience. Rosalind stood to the other position and gently touched his anus. Cavendish 's turncock throbbed. He took a thick hint and surrendered to the possibility of being cut. Rosalind did n't injure him there but did prick his buttocks in half a dozen places. The submission elicited by each prick was spicy. At each point the painful sensation faded into the feel of a persisting mark of degradation, pushing him to a point of rousing. This discharged some of his sexual tension but his cock remained rigid and hard.

Rosalind wiped the trace of blood from his body with a fabric dampened with an astringent and then said, `` grasp your radiocarpal joint behind your back and semen with me, '' and led him to a small outdoors space in the center of the tables. As he passed by several people caressed his erecting, or flicked it sideways, but never grabbed or squeezed or rubbed the way he wanted to do himself.

'' Get down on your genu. '' Cavendish complied. They left him there for a bit, long enough for his submissive pose to read detention of his consciousness. Small muscle spasm flickered in his paunch. `` Now bend over so your ass is in the air. '' He kept his hands locked on his radiocarpal joint and lay the side of his case on the floor. The storey was highly polished and sporty 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 in force view.

One woman was wearing heel with very pointed toes. She pushed one into his anus and worked it around. Cavendish could find it in his cock. Then she withdrew it and placed the sole of the shoe on his hip and pushed hard. He fell over on his incline, but did n't let go of his articulatio radiocarpea. He lay there, relishing his spot 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 slack and sport coat. A clean gray shirt and subtly patterned tie. Standing facing him deliciously accentuated Henry Cavendish 's nakedness. His skin became even to a greater extent sensitized from his shoulders to the floor. He wanted to be touched. Touched anywhere. But the man just said, `` Go over to that outflow. rack to one face, facing it. ``

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

'' Yes. ``

Then the man placed his manus firmly on the nucha of Cavendish 's cervix, reminiscent of how one would bound a dog or a cat. It caused a jerking of sensation to course through his torso. Next he touched the underside of Cavendish 's ballock with the rachis of his thumbnail and slowly drew it up his cock to the tip. Cavendish had already been throbbing with need, but this unhorse disdainful touch modality pushed him to the edge. Then the man put his mouth close to Cavendish 's ear. Cavendish could sense his breathing spell. He said quietly, but firmly, `` Now ! ``

Cavendish 's articulatio coxae bucked. He panted loudly. He contracted inside and sent semen spraying into the fountain over and over. If not for the bridge player on his neck and now the other on his breast he would have fallen over. When he was spent he sank to the base, still with his arms clasped behind him.

Afterward Cavendish was guided through the tables back to the middle of the level. Another man approached him, again, of the same age and build up as himself. `` Hello. I 'm Antony. '' Cavendish looked steadily into the other 's eye and an image flashed in his mind of them sitting opposite each other at some conference 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 spine of his hand down Cavendish 's torso and along his flaccid member. `` Please kneel. ``

Cavendish did as he was asked, articulatio radiocarpea still clasped, and several other men in the audience rose. They took off their tie and jacket and rolled up their sleeves. Four of them approached Cavendish. His sum pounded against his ribs at the fear and anticipation of the obscure as two of them knelt on the floor 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 point of infliction.

Henry Cavendish had committed himself to accept whatever was inflicted on him that eventide, but an atavistic pauperization to fight back caused him to shinny. This only served to establish how helpless he was.

His orbit of vision comprised mostly the hands of the man holding his right arm and the seam of his pant pressing into his swollen testicle. Henry Cavendish was mesmerized. It was only his sentiency of feeling that told him a man had knelt between his second joint. His falloff rubbed against Henry Cavendish 's allergic skin. script were placed on his rosehip and then came the pressure on his anus. Nothing more happened for some moments. Just the mild insistence of the head of a cock against an anus, prison term for Cavendish to take over what was happening and for his own shaft to swell. Then he was penetrated. He endeavored to loosen, but there was no lubrication, and the dry friction caused him cracking pain as the cock was driven in and out of his consistency. But capitulation to real pain was all the sweeter and Cavendish swelled more and more with each thrust.

Then came a soothing 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 thrill travelled from his hip to his imprisoned calves.

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

The man holding his rightfulness forearm stood up and moved to his buttocks and was replaced by another. Before he entered Henry Cavendish, he slapped him hard on each buttock. This seemed to force more blood into Cavendish 's genitals and the resultant stinging annoyance was a source of pleasure. This one 's prick was the thickset of the three, but Henry Cavendish was now totally open. He welcomed the thrusts but was frustrated with his need 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 bridge player close around the base of his cock. She stroked him in synchronization with the push in his rear, up and back, up and back. They must be a brace. Until finally both men exploded. His arms and legs were released and he fell on his side again, still panting deeply.

Presently someone took his hired 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 thighs and his cock. He stood for a few minute, with the towel pressed between his stage 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 construction on the stage. It consisted of two set of metal tubing, about three feet in diam. These were connected by five thin metallic element posts, equidistant except for a wider possible action in the battlefront. It was positioned with one circle on the floor and one at the top. There were diminished alloy anchor ring attached to the postal service at time interval. Cavendish was directed to tolerate in the eye and face the audience.

Another charwoman joined Rosalind, bringing with her two small potty. They positioned the stools to either side of meat of Henry Cavendish, stepped up on them, their full doll brushing his legs, and attached handlock to his wrist. They were lined with sheepskin and a long cord was attached. They stretched the cord up to the top of the John Cage and threaded them through two small rings. Cavendish 's sleeve were raised above him as far as they would go without uncomfortableness and the corduroy were tied off.

Next the each took a tenacious strap made of sparse leather, about three inches wide. They looped the straps around Cavendish 's thigh a lilliputian above the articulatio genus and nudged his legs apart as far as potential while keeping his feet flat on the floor. When they tied them off through two more little pack Cavendish was left immobilized and displayed. He savored the exposure and the anticipation of what would chance next.

He was initially puzzled by the appearance in their custody of two firearm of fabric, shaped like an lengthened quarter moon with strings attached to the convex position and joining to form a length of string. With both working together, one woman pulled one buttock hard to the side of meat and the other affixed the material, which was covered with a strong adhesive on one side, to the skin, almost touching his anus. She pulled the cord taut and tied it off in a annulus. Then the two moved to the other side of meat and repeated the manoeuvre. The cord 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 women stood behind him, admiring their work.

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

After that clamps with notched edges were fastened to his nipples. They were very painful but caused a billow of joy in his prick. Each clamp was tied to a ring in the side rods. The painful sensation slowly faded and was bearable unless he moved too far or breathed too deeply.

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

By this time he was halfway to a full erection, but it was clear that Rosalind needed more to dispatch her work. She took him between her laurel wreath and slowly rolled his penis back and forth. She bent over and took him in her sass and inserted her tongue in the incision at the end. Cavendish closed his eyes and lost himself in the swelling of his rooster. It became as strong 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 rilievo.

Rosalind reflectively drew her finger along the now straight line from his balls to the end of his dick and smiled in satisfaction. Her assistant handed her a gadget made of two pieces of leather, stapled together at each end, with fine chains attached. She slipped it over Henry Cavendish 's soused cock, positioning it in the eye, midway between the base and the tip. She attached the chains to rings in the swagger at the side. She pulled them taut enough to squeeze his erection, but only to twit. Like a hand stopped in mid stroke.

Lastly she inserted a bullet shaped hoopla, about the size of Henry Cavendish 's pollex into his rectum, past the ring of his anus, taking care to let him see its twist first. A lose weight chain was attached to the flat end and she stretched that to a ringing on the strut in back. Just enough so it could be felt, and get discomfort if he moved forward and hurt if he moved forward further. It had gone in smoothly, but it was shed light on that it would ache mightily when it was pulled out.

As a parting gesture, she placed her medal on Cavendish 's stage, right at the top. He was slender but his musculus were well defined, and she was able to slowly follow the contour line of one on each thigh down and across nearly to the inside of his knee. Then she lightly pulled in various stead on the scattering of hairsbreadth on his second joint, the amour causing muscle spasm that tugged at the strand 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 sustain two board at a time, OK ? Just do n't loosen any restraints. ``

professorship scraped and a small group approached. Some of them first stopped to look Cavendish in the eye. Some smirked. Some were sober. Cavendish endeavored to pass himself to whomever made such contact. Each took it in turn so he could center on what was being done to him. One charwoman pressed her belly against his erection and reached around to toy with the range of mountains emerging from his peril anus, all the fourth dimension giving him a come-hither spirit worthy of a 1940s picture. 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 womanhood simply smoothed his hair back from his forehead and cradled his suspension nut in her paw. For those who chose not to concord his gaze he closed his middle and allowed himself to be a thing for their titillation. One such person pinched him hard multiple times in respective places. Each initial touch of their fingers was as thrilling as the painful sensation that followed. Some tugged gently on the nipple clamps. somebody, 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 muscularity in his second joint to spasm.

He did n't become inured to what was happening. On the contrary, each look and mite caused a sexual thrill throughout his sensitized body, caused his want for expiration to intensify.

Finally the hearing had returned to their seats and Rosalind removed the leather leash from his erection, kneeled in front end 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 side. Cavendish threw his pass back and emitted long low groan to exonerate some of the tensity. His need to stay immobile barely overcame his motivation to release his whole body to the climax. But the radical of his stomach did all the work, contracting inside over and over, shooting come into the air, passing through his penis with a sharp mavin of delight like he had not felt before.

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

Eventually Rosalind and her assistant released him. starting time they took some time with some lotion to undress the fabric off his buttocks. Then they released his legs so he could stomach up straight. Cavendish reveled in the relief of being able to bring his legs together with his ass in a normal position. Next they unhooked his manacles. He was deliberate not to hit the cords attached to his mamilla and belly button as he let his arms down to sweet quietus. Rosalind eased the chew from his rectum by tilting it side to side.

She unhooked the cord holding his pap and omphalus, but left them hanging from his body for a few here and now before removing them.

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

He took several deep swallow and then rested his arms on his second joint and placed his forehead on his arms, exhausted. Some bit 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 call in it a day. ``

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

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