FOREWARD

This is a record of a fantasy, not an endeavor to account a real life keep, 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 exclusively joining 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 limitation. No safe words.

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

His companion gently touched his elbow and guided him to the stagecoach. She faced the audience, `` This is my share for the evening, Neil Cavendish. '' Cavendish flinched a little at hearing his real 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 rest. He was run, but muscled. He did n't knock off his body. He knew he looked unspoilt, but took more pleasure in the public exposure. He stood heterosexual swollen halfway to an erection, and let his men hang loose at his position,

The woman, whose name was Rosalind, came up to him and placed her hands on his arms. `` Turn and face the room, please. '' Then she stepped close behind him, she could just fit her chin over his berm, and threaded her arms under his. He could find her breast and hips and the hem of her full dress as it swayed against his calves. She turned her custody so her nails pressed into his chest and dragged them down through his bureau tomentum and across his belly to his pubis. She dug her knucks in and pulled on the hair slowly but viciously. Cavendish could not repress a grimace of painful sensation, but his hard-on rose to completion. `` There, '' she said with some satisfaction, and gave it a needlelike slap.

An unvoluntary erotic cramp coursed through his small abdomen, shifting his erection. The onlooker murmured approval and one clapped. He felt a flush of plethora pass over him, also seeable, and he basked in his humiliation.

'' OK, now go over to those Wiley Post. Face the way and grasp the handle. '' There were two position, a match of feet taller than he was, fastened to the floor, with shaped wooden pegs, like flat coating maulers, protruding from near the top. Cavendish extended his arms up and out, just short of discomfort, and grasped them.

Next she instructed him to post his feet outside of two pairs of small blocks fastened to the floor just inside the military post. Each pair had a space about three inches between them. This allowed his animal foot to rest level on the base without his ankle joint touching the blocks. This left his Ball hanging relinquish and vulnerable.

'' This build of restraint William Tell us that you want us to bruise you. You could let go at any time, of course. But until you do, we 're happy to receive you displayed and accessible. ``

Displayed and accessible. Cavendish closed his eyes to enjoy the give-and-take. Displayed and approachable, displayed and accessible. This time his belly and thigh and back and buttocks all spasmed in visceral delight.

Rosalind went to a mesa at the English 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 wide 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 Cavendish 's regard and placed the tip against her forefinger and pressed until there was a small-scale fall of line. She smiled at Henry Cavendish as if to say `` See ? '' and then placed her finger's breadth against his backtalk. He obediently sucked off the blood.

Then she placed the flat of the tongue 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 other side. He swelled even further.

Next she pricked his pectus, coming provocatively close to the nub of his nipples, and then his abdominal cavity. You could n't call off it botheration, but flyspeck pearl of parentage ran down in rivulet. He gripped the stick harder ; his unscathed body was so awash in surrender he feared he would fall. Then she pricked him on either position of the base of his cock. These pricks actually caused literal pain that expanded up to his bellybutton. His erection, far from withering, became even unassailable, crying out for the same discussion. But she gave him no relief.

'' Alright, now turn around and office your manpower and foundation again. '' He turned and grabbed the rowlock the former way. He fixed his feet against the yoke and presented his backside to the gathering. Another woman mounted the stage, and, standing at the face, so as not to impede the interview 's horizon, leaned into his back. He could feel her tit pressing into him. She placed her hands on his buttocks from above. She paused for a few here and now before working her finger into the cleft. This should have been one of the most innocuous moments of the evening, but Cavendish felt like she was grasping his whole being. His testicles swelled further and touched his banquet second joint. His shoal respiration quickened. She pulled his fanny apart, exposing him to the hearing. Rosalind stood to the other side and gently touched his anus. Cavendish 's hammer throbbed. He took a deep breath and surrendered to the opening of being cut. Rosalind did n't offend him there but did prick his buttocks in half a XII places. The submission elicited by each prick was engaging. At each point the pain in the neck faded into the feel of a persisting mark of abjection, pushing him to a elevation of rousing. 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 fabric dampened with an styptic and then said, `` hold on your wrists behind your dorsum and seminal fluid with me, '' and led him to a small out-of-doors quad in the center 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. '' Cavendish complied. They left him there for a bit, long enough for his subservient pose to use up hold of his consciousness. belittled cramp flickered in his stomach. `` Now bend over so your ass is in the air. '' He kept his hands locked on his wrists and lay the side of his side on the floor. The floor was highly fine-tune and clean and when his brass was pressed against it, it was not uncomfortable. He reveled in his degrading position as several of the audience members stood up for a substantially view.

One woman was wearing heels with very pointed toes. She pushed one into his anus and worked it around. Cavendish could experience it in his stopcock. Then she withdrew it and placed the sole of the shoe on his hip and pushed hard. He fell over on his face, but did n't let go of his wrists. He lay there, relishing his state of affairs under the regard of the audience.

A man stepped forward from the group. `` Get up. '' He was often Cavendish 's height and build and he was dressed very like Cavendish had been when he arrived. Beautifully tailored slacks and sportsman coat. A spark gray-haired shirt and subtly patterned tie. Standing facing him deliciously accentuated Cavendish 's nakedness. His cutis became even more sensitized from his articulatio humeri to the level. He wanted to be touched. Touched anywhere. But the man just said, `` Go over to that fountain. stand to one position, 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 controller. 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 hand firmly on the nape of Cavendish 's neck, reminiscent of how one would hold a dog or a cat. It caused a jolt of sensation to line through his torso. Next he touched the undersurface of Henry Cavendish 's balls with the spine of his thumbnail and slowly drew it up his turncock to the tip. Cavendish had already been throbbing with motivation, but this light scornful touch pushed him to the bound. Then the man put his mouth close to Cavendish 's ear. Cavendish could feel his breath. He said quietly, but firmly, `` Now ! ``

Cavendish 's hips bucked. He panted loudly. He contracted inside and sent ejaculate spraying into the fountain over and over. If not for the bridge player 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 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. `` Hello. I 'm Marcus Antonius. '' Henry Cavendish looked steadily into the other 's eyes and an image flashed in his mind of them sitting opposition each other at some group discussion table, and the moment of acknowledgment. Cavendish felt a small thrill of anticipation.

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

'' Correct. ``

'' wellspring, that must be remedied. '' He drew the book binding of his hand down Cavendish 's trunk and along his flaccid penis. `` Please kneel. ``

Cavendish did as he was asked, wrist still clasped, and respective other men in the audience rose. They took off their ties and jackets and rolled up their sleeves. Four of them approached Cavendish. His middle pounded against his rib at the fear and anticipation of the stranger as two of them knelt on the floor and put both manpower on his calfskin. Then two others grasped his forearms and forced them to the floor.

Next the men holding his calves pulled them apart, just under the level of pain in the neck.

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

His plain of vision comprised mostly the hand of the man holding his right hand arm and the seam of his bloomers pressing into his vain testicles. Cavendish was mesmerized. It was only his sensory faculty of feeling that told him a man had knelt between his thighs. His slacks rubbed against Cavendish 's sensitized tegument. Hands were placed on his hips and then came the atmospheric pressure on his anus. Nothing more happened for some moments. Just the mild pressure sensation of the read/write head of a rooster against an anus, time for Henry Cavendish to soak up what was happening and for his own cock to well. Then he was penetrated. He endeavored to slack up, but there was no lubrication, and the dry friction caused him corking pain sensation as the cock was driven in and out of his body. But surrender to real pain was all the sweeter and Cavendish swelled to a greater extent 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 thighs and ass were once again revealed. A thrill travelled from his pelvic arch to his imprisoned calves.

Another came and knelt and campaign hard into Henry Cavendish. But this time he was well lubricated and could ease up himself up completely to the invasion. The irritation caused by the first assault now enhanced what was happening. His hard-on was as laborious as he 'd ever known 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 punishing on each buttock. This seemed to pressure more pedigree into Cavendish 's crotch and the vector sum stinging pain in the ass was a rootage of pleasure. This one 's peter was the thickest of the three, but Cavendish was now totally open. He welcomed the thrusts but was frustrated with his pauperism 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 paw close around the base of his cock. She stroked him in synchrony with the thrusts in his arse, up and back, up and back. They must be a twain. Until finally both men exploded. His weaponry and legs were released and he fell on his side 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 thigh and his cock. 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 individual took the towel and Rosalind him led back to the stage.

There was now a cage-like social structure on the level. It consisted of two circuit of metal tubing, about three feet in diameter. These were connected by five lose weight metallic element posts, equidistant except for a wider orifice in the straw man. It was positioned with one circle on the floor and one at the top. There were little metal doughnut attached to the posts at intervals. Cavendish was directed to stand in the centre and face the audience.

Another woman joined Rosalind, bringing with her two small stools. They positioned the feces to either side of Cavendish, stepped up on them, their full skirts brushing his branch, and attached manacles to his wrists. They were lined with lambskin and a longsighted corduroy was attached. They stretched the electric cord up to the top of the cage and threaded them through two small-scale gang. 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 tenuous leather, about three in wide. They looped the straps around Cavendish 's thighs a little above the knee and nudged his wooden leg apart as far as potential while keeping his feet flat on the level. When they tied them off through two more little rings Cavendish was left immobilise and display. He savored the exposure and the anticipation of what would materialise next.

He was initially puzzled by the appearance in their script of two pieces of fabric, shaped like an elongated quarter moon with twine attached to the convex side and joining to form a length of twine. With both working together, one woman pulled one buttock hard to the position and the early affixed the cloth, which was covered with a strong adhesive on one side of meat, to the skin, almost touching his anus. She pulled the corduroy taut and tied it off in a ring. Then the two moved to the other English and repeated the maneuver. The cords pressed into his build, creating their own eroticized region. Cavendish could feel the air between his impudence, telling him he was completely exposed, as the char stood behind him, admiring their work.

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

After that clamps with serrate edges were fastened to his mammilla. They were very painful but caused a rush of pleasance in his shaft. Each clamp was tied to a tintinnabulation in the side rods. The pain slowly faded and was bearable unless he moved too far or breathed too deeply.

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

By this clock time he was halfway to a full erecting, but it was crystalize that Rosalind needed more to complete her workplace. She took him between her laurel wreath and slowly rolled his member back and Forth. She bent over and took him in her mouth and inserted her glossa in the prick at the end. Cavendish closed his eyes and lost himself in the intumescency of his cock. It became as tough as he 'd ever make out it. But for the cord tying his pap and navel he would have poke into her to try to get rest period.

Rosalind reflectively drew her finger along the now straight air from his nut to the end of his cock and smiled in atonement. Her help handed her a gadget made of two pieces of leather, stapled together at each end, with exquisitely chains attached. She slipped it over Cavendish 's starchy rooster, positioning it in the middle, midway between the base and the tip. She attached the chains to pack in the struts at the side. She pulled them taut enough to squeeze his erecting, but only to cod. Like a hand stopped in mid stroke.

Lastly she inserted a bullet shaped stopper, about the size of it of Cavendish 's thumb into his rectum, past the ring of his anus, taking aid to let him see its building first. A lean Ernst Boris Chain was attached to the flat end and she stretched that to a ring on the strut in back. Just enough so it could be felt, and get irritation if he moved forward and trouble if he moved forward further. It had gone in smoothly, but it was clear that it would hurt 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 muscles were well defined, and she was able to slowly follow the form of one on each thigh down and across nearly to the interior of his knee joint. Then she lightly pulled in versatile places on the scattering of hair on his thigh, the intimacy causing spasm that tugged at the chains linked to his ass and his cock.

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

chairwoman scraped and a small chemical group approached. Some of them first stopped to take care Henry Cavendish in the eye. Some smirked. Some were serious. Cavendish endeavored to sacrifice himself to whomever made such contact. Each took it in bend so he could sharpen on what was being done to him. One woman pressed her belly against his erecting and reached around to toy with the chain emerging from his let out 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 nuisance. Another woman simply smoothed his pilus back from his forehead and cradled his dangling testicles in her hand. For those who chose not to hold his gaze he closed his eyes and allowed himself to be a thing for their titillation. One such person pinched him hard multiple times in assorted place. Each initial touch of their finger was as thrilling as the pain that followed. Some tugged gently on the mammilla clinch. Someone, he could n't tell if it was a man or fair sex, massaged the area between his anus and his nut with their knuckles, causing the musculus in his thighs to spasm.

He did n't become indurate to what was happening. On the wayward, each look and touch caused a sexual thrill throughout his sensitized body, caused his motivation for release to intensify.

Finally the audience had returned to their ass and Rosalind removed the leather choker from his hard-on, kneeled in front line of him and took him in her mouth. She sucked and stroked. When she saw that he was make to fare she moved to the side. Cavendish threw his head back and emitted long low moan to eject some of the tension. His penury to abide immobile barely have the best his need to let go his unanimous consistence to the sexual climax. But the antecedent of his belly did all the piece of work, contracting inside over and over, shooting cum into the air, passing through his penis with a penetrating 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 grip of the chains attached to his handlock and let himself hang.

Eventually Rosalind and her assistant released him. First they took some time with some lotion to strip down the fabric off his buttocks. Then they released his legs so he could stand up straight. Cavendish reveled in the relief of being capable to bring his legs together with his ass in a convention position. Next they unhooked his handcuff. He was deliberate not to hit the cords attached to his nipple and navel as he let his weapons system down to sweet balance. Rosalind eased the plug from his rectum by tilting it English to side.

She unhooked the cords holding his teat and belly button, but left them hanging from his body for a few moments before removing them.

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

He took several recondite drinks and then rested his arms on his thighs and placed his forehead on his weapons system, exhausted. Some moments later Rosalind sat down side by side to him and laid her hired man 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 visit it a day. ``

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

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