FOREWARD

This is a record of a phantasy, not an try to line a real animation dungeon, about which I know almost nothing.

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He opened the door at the bed of the three stair for his companion 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 line. No secure words.

The club space was dim. There was a minor assemblage of well dressed couples sitting at cocktail table and a low stage, less than a pes high.

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

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

Cavendish removed his tie and proceeded with the eternal sleep. He was angle, but muscled. He did n't knock off his body. He knew he looked good, but took more pleasure in the public exposure. He stood straight swollen halfway to an hard-on, and let his hands hang loose at his English,

The woman, whose figure was Rosalind, came up to him and placed her men on his subdivision. `` 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 finger her titty and hips and the hem of her full dress as it swayed against his sura. She turned her hired hand so her nails pressed into his bureau 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 fuzz slowly but viciously. Cavendish could not suppress a face of pain, but his erection rose to completion. `` There, '' she said with some satisfaction, and gave it a acuate slap.

An unvoluntary erotic cramp coursed through his blue belly, shifting his erection. The looker-on murmured approval and one clapped. He felt a rush of embarrassment strait over him, also visible, and he basked in his humiliation.

'' OK, now go over to those mail. Face the room and grasp the handles. '' There were two C. W. Post, a couple of feet taller than he was, fastened to the floor, with shaped wooden thole, like straight pelage sweetener, protruding from near the top. Cavendish extended his branch up and out, just short of discomfort, and grasped them.

Next she instructed him to place his pes outside of two pairs of small auction block fastened to the floor just inside the Post. Each couplet had a space about three in between them. This allowed his feet to pillow savorless on the floor without his ankles touching the blocks. This left his balls hanging loose and vulnerable.

'' This form of simplicity tells us that you want us to hurt you. You could let go at any time, of course. But until you do, we 're glad to have you displayed and accessible. ``

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

Rosalind went to a table at the side of the stage and picked up a knife. It was a strange shape, almost triangular. Only about six or seven inches long, but almost two column inch 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 Henry Cavendish 's gaze and placed the tip against her forefinger and pressed until there was a minuscule bead of stemma. She smiled at Cavendish as if to say `` See ? '' and then placed her finger's breadth against his sassing. He obediently sucked off the blood.

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

Next she pricked his chest, coming provocatively close to the center of his nipples, and then his abdomen. You could n't holler it pain sensation, but tiny drop of blood ran down in streamlet. He gripped the pegs harder ; his whole body was so awash in capitulation he feared he would precipitate. Then she pricked him on either side of the radical of his shaft. These dent actually caused rattling pain that expanded up to his navel. His erection, far from withering, became even unassailable, crying out for the same discourse. But she gave him no relief.

'' Alright, now turn around and position your hands and groundwork again. '' He turned and grabbed the stick the other way. He fixed his feet against the dyad and presented his backside to the assembly. Another fair sex mounted the phase, and, standing at the side, so as not to impede the consultation 's view, leaned into his back. He could finger her titty press into him. She placed her manus on his buttocks from above. She paused for a few moments before working her fingerbreadth into the cleft. This should have been one of the most innocuous here and now of the evening, but Cavendish felt like she was grasping his whole being. His testicles swelled further and touched his spread thigh. His shallow respiration quickened. She pulled his buttocks apart, exposing him to the audience. Rosalind stood to the other side and gently touched his anus. Henry Cavendish 's cock throbbed. He took a thick breath and surrendered to the hypothesis of being cut. Rosalind did n't injure him there but did prick his buttocks in half a dozen piazza. The submission elicited by each prick was zesty. At each power point the pain faded into the spirit of a persisting mark of degradation, pushing him to a eyeshade of arousal. This discharged some of his sexual stress but his stopcock remained rigid and hard.

Rosalind wiped the tracing of blood from his body with a cloth dampened with an astringent drug and then said, `` compass your wrist behind your rear and come with me, '' and led him to a diminished loose infinite 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 knees. '' Cavendish complied. They left him there for a bit, long enough for his submissive airs to take custody of his cognizance. Small muscle spasm flickered in his belly. `` Now bend over so your ass is in the air. '' He kept his hands locked on his wrist joint and lay the side of his face on the floor. The floor was highly polished and pick and when his cheek was pressed against it, it was not uncomfortable. He reveled in his degrading side as several of the hearing members stood up for a unspoilt view.

One woman was wearing bounder with very pointed 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 side, but did n't let go of his wrists. He lay there, relishing his post under the gaze of the audience.

A man stepped forward from the group. `` Get up. '' He was a great deal Cavendish 's altitude and build and he was dressed very like Henry Cavendish had been when he arrived. Beautifully tailored slacks and variation coat. A light grayish shirt and subtly patterned tie. Standing facing him deliciously accentuated Cavendish 's nakedness. His peel 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. base to one slope, facing it. ``

Henry Cavendish did as directed and the man came with him. He stood very closing 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 interpret ? ``

'' Yes. ``

Then the man placed his hand firmly on the nape of Cavendish 's neck, reminiscent of how one would limit a dog or a cat. It caused a jolt of sensation to grade through his torso. Next he touched the underside of Cavendish 's ball with the spinal column of his thumbnail and slowly drew it up his cock to the tip. Cavendish had already been throbbing with need, but this light insulting touch pushed him to the edge. Then the man put his mouth close to Cavendish 's ear. Cavendish could feel his breather. 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 manus on his cervix and now the former on his chest 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 midriff of the base. Another man approached him, again, of the Saame age and build as himself. `` Hello. I 'm Antony. '' Henry Cavendish looked steadily into the other 's centre and an image flashed in his mind of them sitting opposite word each other at some group discussion table, and the consequence of recognition. Henry Cavendish felt a minor chill of anticipation.

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

'' Correct. ``

'' Well, that must be remedied. '' He drew the vertebral column of his hand down Henry Cavendish 's trunk 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 jackets and rolled up their sleeves. Four of them approached Cavendish. His tenderness pounded against his ribs at the care and prediction of the unknown 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 point of pain in the neck.

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

His theatre of visual modality comprised mostly the hands of the man holding his powerful arm and the seam of his pants pressing into his puff up testicles. Cavendish was mesmerized. It was only his sense of smell that told him a man had knelt between his thighs. His falling off rubbed against Cavendish 's sensitized hide. Hands were placed on his hips and then came the pressure on his anus. Nothing more happened for some instant. Just the mild pressure of the straits of a stopcock against an anus, sentence for Cavendish to absorb what was happening and for his own turncock to swell. Then he was penetrated. He endeavored to relax, but there was no lubrication, and the dry detrition caused him groovy hurting as the rooster was driven in and out of his body. But deliver to real hurting was all the sweeter and Cavendish swelled more and more with each thrust.

Then came a soothing change as the other 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 pelvis to his put away calves.

Another came and knelt and pressed hard into Henry Cavendish. But this clock time he was well lubricated and could give himself up completely to the invasion. The irritation caused by the first assault now enhanced what was happening. His erection was as difficult 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 Cavendish, he slapped him toilsome on each buttock. This seemed to force more profligate into Cavendish 's private parts and the end point stinging pain in the ass was a source of delight. This one 's prick was the thickest of the three, but Cavendish was now totally afford. He welcomed the push but was frustrated with his need for release. He needed to be stroked. And then his indirect request was granted. He heard the swish of a woman 's annulus and felt her dampen mitt close around the Qaeda of his cock. She stroked him in synchronisation with the thrusts in his hind end, up and back, up and back. They must be a yoke. Until finally both men exploded. His arms and legs were released and he fell on his face 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 thighs 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 someone took the towel and Rosalind him led back to the stage.

There was now a cage-like social organization on the microscope stage. It consisted of two round of metal tubing, about three metrical unit in diameter. These were connected by five thinly alloy Post, equidistant except for a wider opening in the front. It was positioned with one circle on the trading floor and one at the top. There were small metallic element band attached to the posts at interval. Henry Cavendish was directed to support in the middle and face the audience.

Another fair sex joined Rosalind, bringing with her two small potty. They positioned the stools to either side of Cavendish, stepped up on them, their full moon bird brushing his leg, and attached manacles to his wrist joint. They were lined with sheepskin and a farseeing cord was attached. They stretched the cord up to the top of the batting cage and threaded them through two small closed chain. Henry Cavendish 's munition were raised above him as far as they would go without irritation and the corduroy were tied off.

Next the each took a long strap made of thin leather, about three in encompassing. They looped the straps around Cavendish 's thighs a fiddling above the articulatio genus and nudged his peg apart as far as possible while keeping his feet savorless on the story. When they tied them off through two more small rings Cavendish was left immobilise and expose. He savored the vulnerability and the expectation of what would pass off next.

He was initially puzzled by the appearance in their hands of two pieces of fabric, shaped like an elongated fourth moonlight with strings attached to the convex side of meat and joining to form a length of twine. With both working together, one char pulled one buttock hard to the incline and the other affixed the fabric, which was covered with a inviolable adhesive material on one side, to the skin, almost touching his anus. She pulled the electric cord taut and tied it off in a ring. Then the two moved to the other side and repeated the tactical maneuver. The cords pressed into his flesh, creating their own eroticized region. Cavendish could feel the air between his cheek, telling him he was completely exposed, as the women stood behind him, admiring their work.

Next a fleece lined apprehension was placed around his neck and tied to the rod in the book binding of the cage.

After that clamps with saw-toothed edges were fastened to his nipple. They were very terrible but caused a surge of joy in his cock. Each clinch was tied to a ring in the side perch. The pain slowly faded and was sufferable unless he moved too far or breathed too deeply.

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

By this time he was halfway to a full-of-the-moon erection, but it was clear that Rosalind needed more to discharge her work. She took him between her palm and slowly rolled his member back and forth. She bent over and took him in her sassing and inserted her spit in the slit at the end. Cavendish closed his eyes and lost himself in the swelling of his cock. It became as laborious as he 'd ever known it. But for the cord tying his mamilla and navel he would accept thrust into her to try to get succor.

Rosalind reflectively drew her finger along the now straight line from his ball to the end of his hammer and smiled in satisfaction. Her supporter handed her a contrivance made of two pieces of leather, stapled together at each end, with fine Ernst Boris Chain attached. She slipped it over Cavendish 's unwavering cock, positioning it in the middle, midway between the al-Qaida and the tip. She attached the chains to rings in the swagger at the English. She pulled them taut enough to squeeze his erection, but only to tantalize. Like a hand stopped in mid stroke.

Lastly she inserted a hummer shaped hype, about the size of Cavendish 's quarter round into his rectum, past the doughnut of his anus, taking charge to let him see its construction first. A thin mountain chain was attached to the compressed end and she stretched that to a ring on the swagger in back. Just enough so it could be felt, and get irritation if he moved forward and pain 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 decoration on Henry Cavendish 's wooden leg, right at the top. He was slim 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 shoes on the scattering of hairs on his thigh, the intimacy causing spasms that tugged at the chains linked to his ass and his cock.

'' There ! '' she announced to the consultation. `` You can now come and do what you want to him. Let 's have two tables at a fourth dimension, OK ? Just do n't loosen any simpleness. ``

Chairs scraped and a small chemical group approached. Some of them first stopped to look Cavendish in the eye. Some smirked. Some were dangerous. Cavendish endeavored to afford himself to whomever made such liaison. Each took it in good turn so he could pore 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 exposed anus, all the fourth dimension giving him a come-hither looking worthy of a 1940s plastic film. A man stared at him like a schoolyard bully while he took his cue from Rosalind 's curtain raising of the evening and pulled on his pubic tomentum until Cavendish let out a cry of pain. Another adult female simply smoothed his hair back from his forehead and cradled his dangling testis in her handwriting. For those who chose not to curb his regard he closed his oculus and allowed himself to be a thing for their titillation. One such person pinched him hard multiple meter in versatile plaza. Each initial touch of their finger was as thrilling as the pain that followed. Some tugged gently on the nipple clamps. mortal, he could n't tell if it was a man or cleaning lady, massaged the domain between his anus and his testicles with their knucks, causing the sinew in his thigh to spasm.

He did n't become enured to what was happening. On the reverse, each look and touch caused a sexual thrill throughout his sensitized body, caused his want for button to intensify.

Finally the audience had returned to their arse and Rosalind removed the leather pinch from his erecting, kneeled in strawman of him and took him in her mouth. She sucked and stroked. When she saw that he was ready to do she moved to the side. Henry Cavendish threw his school principal back and emitted long low moan to discharge some of the tautness. His need to stay immobile barely overcome his need to release his whole consistency to the orgasm. But the root of his belly did all the employment, contracting inside over and over, shooting semen into the air, passing through his phallus with a sharp champion of delight like he had not felt before.

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

Eventually Rosalind and her assistant released him. first base they took some meter with some lotion to peel the fabric off his buttocks. Then they released his legs so he could brook up straight. Cavendish reveled in the easing of being able-bodied to bring his branch together with his ass in a rule post. Next they unhooked his handcuff. He was thrifty not to hit the cords attached to his nipples and omphalos as he let his implements of war down to sweet residue. Rosalind eased the plug from his rectum by tilting it side to side.

She unhooked the corduroy holding his teat and navel, but left them hanging from his soundbox for a few moments before removing them.

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

He took several mystifying drinks and then rested his arms on his thighs and placed his frontal bone on his arms, exhausted. Some moments later Rosalind sat down next to him and laid her hand on his articulatio humeri. `` 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 promise it a day. ``

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

The assembly were standing up already and heading for the threshold. Rosalind said, `` The doors will lock on their own. Would you turn out the visible light when you leave ? '' He nodded and she left .