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Chapter 1 - Discoveries
-Him-
Once again I was waiting for him. Naked, except for the leather cuffs on my ankles and wrists, and the thick leather collar encircling my neck. Hard in anticipation of the punishment that would soon be visited upon me, kneeling before the front door, legs spread. He had warned me that in our next session would be particularly hard on me, a test to see if I was worthy of continuing in his service. He was to bring a selection of his new "toys" from his workshop, and I knew his evil imagination knew no bounds. My master arrives, black bag in hand. He removes his over clothes, revealing the leather beneath.
He motions for me to follow him into the dining room, where I have cleared the table as ordered.
"Get up on the table," he commands, and I obey. Reaching into his bag, he pulls out thick leather straps. Running them through the D-rings on each cuff, I am tightly bound to the sturdy table by each limb, until I cannot move at all. The table is wide, my legs are spread far apart, allowing easy access to my genitals.
"You're not going to enjoy this, and I don't want to hear you talking," he says, as he fits a gag to my mouth. Attaching a pump to the front, he inflates the previously flaccid rubber penis gag until it feels like it's taking up the whole of my mouth. Now only able to breath through my nose, my breathing is already coming faster, and I have no idea what my master has in store for me.
The first crack of the riding whip to my cock comes as a shock. My body jerks and I moan gently in pain. He thwacks my penis a few more times, watching it intently as it gradually softens. Before putting down the riding crop, he quickly hits both of my balls, and I cry out in pain through the gag. My mind is alight with agony, and I've completely lost my erection. Already the familiar rush is starting to effect my mind, making me feel slightly light headed.
Reaching into his bag yet again, he pulls out the first of the new toys. He holds it up to my face, rotating it slowly as my mind tries to comprehend the device. It is a solid metal tube, approximately 3 inches long, and wide enough for my flaccid penis to be inserted comfortably. As he turned it, I could see down the center of the shaft, and realised with horror that it was lined with evil looking points, densely spaced along the inside and roof the device. The device had a second part, consisting of a leather strap that wrapped around the base of my cock and balls, with an attached steel ring that only went around my cock. The devices could then be aligned, and bolted together.
Slowly, and deliberately, Master attached the leather strap tightly around the base of my cock and balls, separating them from my body. He then pulled my cock through the ring, before lowering the steel tube over my penis. As the tube was fitted, the spikes dragged up one side my penis, causing me to hiss in pain as they scratched my sensitive skin. He then tightened the bolts, ensuring that the device could not move in the unfortunate (for me) event that I gained an erection.
Master smiled as he looked down at his handiwork. He then held a second shiny metal tube up for me to see. This one had a handle at the end that could be turned, I could tell from looking at things on the internet before that this was a ball crushing vice. I was starting to become seriously worried as to whether I would be able to handle this, as he reached down and attached the metal mounting ring to the base of my scrotum. He then screwed the steel tube to the ring, and began to tighten the base. I gasped as I felt the cold steel of the base start to press against my balls, which were already tight in their containing sack. He continued to increase the pressure, squeezing them tighter and tighter until the pain was starting to make me feel sick. He stopped, and even though I was relieved I could not believe that I would be able to withstand this for long.
"Let's see if you can cope with this for a bit," he said, and he left the room, leaving me to my suffering.
I don't know how long I was left on the table. After the initial discomfort, the punishment tube on my cock hadn't caused me much discomfort, since the pain from my squeezed testicles had kept my penis soft. After a while, I got used to the pressure on my balls, and started to feel like I might be able to cope better. The squeezing pain started to become more of a dull ache, and I laid back and enjoyed the endorphin rush. Master returned to the room, and started to undo the straps that secured me to the table.
"Get down, follow me, I have something to show you," he said.
As I got down on to my hands and knees, the ball vice swung painfully between my legs, as I finally felt the full weight of it pulling down on them. The spikes on the tube rubbed against my cock, and the weight of the devices caused my cock and balls to swing painfully between my legs as I crawled. He led me into the living room, where I immediately saw that something was being displayed on the TV.
My breath left my body as I saw what was on the screen. He had evidently paused a DVD, and on the screen was my wife. She was bound to a cross in a dungeon, her hair tied back, a bright red ball gag in her mouth. She had evidently been crying, her cheeks were still stained with mascara. Master pointed to a heavy lump of mahonongy with shin and foot shaped imprints, and thick leather straps over the top. I place my legs in the grooves, and waited as Master strapped my legs to the block. All the time my eyes were focused on the screen, my mind reeling from the implication.
Smiling, he unpaused the DVD. The camera panned back from her face, showing how her D-cup tits had been tightly bound with rope, and had turned her pale Asian skin purple as they stood out before her. They were striped with angry red welts, clearly caused by a severe caning. As the camera continued to pan out, I could see that her cunt lips were being stretched by weights, attached with nasty looking Japanese clover clamps.
My mind was reeling, I didn't realise that my wife was as submissive, a slut, but despite my horror at seeing what Master had done to her, I felt my cock begin to stir as I got aroused by what I was seeing. In many ways, this was a fantasy come true. As soon as my cock started to grow, the sharp points inside the cage started to dig into my flesh. The pain was incredible, even eclipsing that which I was feeling in my balls from the combined stretching and squeezing, and I cried out into the penis gag. Almost immediately my fledgling erection started to subside from the pain, even as I was aroused by the video of my tortured wife.
The video continued, it showed my, or should I say, our, Master flogging her tits, and watching them bounce under the flogger again caused me much pain as my cock stirred. As the video showed him move on to violently shocking her pussy with a violet wand, Master began caning my arse, causing the devices between my legs to swing painfully. After 5 or 10 minutes of this, after several more semi-erections, and immediately painful retractions, the video showed him removing the gag from her mouth.
"What do you say," he said to her
"Thank you Master, for torturing your pussyslut," she replied, looking directly into the camera.
Almost on cue, I heard keys being used in the door. I started to panic, as I wasn't expecting my wife home for several hours yet, before I remembered what I'd just seen. Master walked out into the hallway,
"M-m-master, I wasn't expecting to see you here!? What's going on!?" I heard her ask.
"Is that any way to greet your master, whore?" I heard him say, and heard a viscous slap land on her cheek,
"S-sorry sir," I hear her say, and I immediately heard the rustling of her starting to disrobe.
He must have lead her into the dining room as he had me as they were gone for a good few minutes. In that time I heard some loud smacks coming from across the hallway, and finally he walked back in, my wife crawling at his heels, just as I had done barely half an hour before. When she saw me there, naked, gagged, and immobilised she almost stopped in her tracks. I guess she must've been trained better by Master though, as she carried on following him across the room. Her mouth was plugged with the same red ball gag that I'd seen her sporting in the video. Her tits had been similarly bound, although this time each was decorated with a clover leaf nipple clamp, joined by a heavy steel chain which mercilessly tugged them down.
He positioned her in front of me, so that we were face to face, looking inquiringly into each others eyes.
"Now my little cunts," he started, "you know the truth about each others' dirty little secrets. It was almost 6 months ago when you both contacted me. As soon as you said where you lived I knew that I'd found the rarest of things, a slave couple, who didn't know what they were yet." We both blushed at this, my cock twitched painfully, and my wife yelped for some reason that I was not yet aware.
"Just so that you're both aware of what the other is going through, and because it'll amuse me to see you squirm, I'll describe what you're both experiencing. Let's start with Ian shall we? His pathetic excuse for manhood is being tortured using a a combination of a vice, which is crushing and stretching his nuts, and a needle tube which is causing him excruciating pain whenever his cock so much as stirs."
Master walked around behind me and knocked the ball vice with his foot, causing it to swing again. I moaned in pain, and once again my wife let out a small yelp. Undoing the straps that held my legs, he continued.
"Now we come to Miriam..." he said, walking over and kneeling beside her, "obviously you can see that her titties are being tortured by being tightly bound, and clamped, just like all good titties should be."
My cock twitched as his words, sending stabbing pains through my penis and radiating out across my body.
"Her cunt on the other hand, has one of my more ingenious devices inserted within it. It contains a sensor that detects flushes of moisture within her cunt, and shocks her electrically each time it happens. So in the same way that you're punished for the start of an erection Ian, your wife is punished when her cunt starts to get wet."
At this we both moaned loudly as the devices inflicted their torture upon us, both equally turned on by the predicament of the other. Master then grabbed Miriam's ass, manhandling her like a piece of meat, and dragged her round so that we were side by side. He stood in front of us, and pulled his cock from its pouch. His magnificent, 9 inch member was standing erect.
"Worship your Master," he commanded, and he reached to each of us to remove our gags. Miriam and I both moved onto our knees, wincing as the weights attached to our bodies pulled on them painfully. We both started kissing up his length, flicking our tongues over the soft skin of his cock. When we reached the top, Miriam took him into her mouth, whilst I tounged back down his shaft to start licking his shaven balls. Miriam was periodically yelping every few seconds as she became repeatedly aroused by the act she was performing on her Master. My cock too began to grow, and I let out an almost continual groan.
"Yes my slaves, moan in pain, it feels so great against your Master's cock," he said.
After a few minutes of her bobbing on his cock, she touched my hand and we gradually swapped positions, tounging up and down his cock again simultaneously, until I was sucking and lapping at his head. I was getting so turned on I swore that my cock must look like a pin cushion inside it's cage. My wife was yelping almost constantly from the electro-shocks in her pussy.
"Well done slaves, your master is pleased," he said after a while, "you both bear your punishment well, and are good cocksuckers! Miriam, open your mouth,"
My wife complied, and Master masturbated for a few seconds before shooting his load into her willing mouth.
"Swap it with each other a few times, then Ian is to swallow it," he ordered. Keeping our hands by our sides, we kissed, sloppily and noisily swapping our Master's load between our mouths until I swallowed it. I think we'd both been shocked/stabbed so much that we'd both lost sensation in our genitals, the pain didn't register so much any more, we were both flying, deep in sub-space.
"Assume inspection positions," he ordered as I finished swallowing his gift. We both moved quickly to be kneeling on the balls of our feet, with our arms crossed behind our heads.
"I hope that the pair of you now realise something of your untapped potential. You stand at a crossroads in your life. I will give you the opportunity to give yourselves totally to your submissive nature, or else walk away from this, and the life that I offer you. You both know that I'm a wealthy man, if you agree to join me on my estate then I will take care of your mortgage and bills here, and in return you will live in my harem. As per the law, at the end of your first year you will have to opportunity to leave, should either of us wish."
My wife and I looked at each other with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Slavery contracts had been legal in most of the developed world for 5 years now, but the requirements on Masters were sufficiently onerous to put off most from taking on slaves full time.
"I will give you 24 hours to decide what to do, at that point, should you wish to serve, then sign the contracts that I will leave here with you, and bring them to my estate by sunset tomorrow. Now, both of you, stand."
We rose as one, and master left the room and returned with his bag. He unscrewed the ball vice from my scrotum, and I sighed audibly as it was removed and I could feel the blood returning to my testicles. Next, he unbolted the punishment cage. I looked down at my cock as it was removed, expecting my cock to be punctured and bloody. It wasn't though, I was amazed that the skin had not been broken at all given the level of pain I had been in.
Next, he removed the clamps from my wife's tits, and cunt lips. Each removal caused her to scream in agony as the blood pumped back into the pinched organs. Her tits were then unbound, and the device removed from her cunt. Before we could really get used to our renewed freedom, Master reached again into his bag and removed a transparent plastic chastity device for me, and a full crotch chastity belt for Miriam.
"I can't allow the pair of you to get each other off whilst you're making this decision,"he started, "so you will wear these, or the deal is off now,"
"Yes, Master," we replied as one. He fitted mine first, attaching a snug fitting ring around the base of my cock and balls, before slipping on a spacer ring and fitting the final plastic hood over my cock. He quickly fitted the padlock, and firmly clicked it shut. My wife's chastity belt was made of thick leather, able to be locked in two places around her waist. The crotch area was covered with a sheet of steel, with a small door positioned over her urethra so that she could pee. The plate tapered and stopped between her legs, and the leather split into a Y, leaving her anus exposed. She spread her legs compliantly to allow Master to fit the belt, smiling as the padlocks clicked shut.
"When you surrender yourselves tomorrow I will arrange for something a little more permanent for the two of you," Master stated matter-of-factly. I was surprised at his confidence that we'd be there, I really wasn't sure that this was what we'd both want, in the cold light of day.
"You are both to remain naked unless you need to leave the house," he ordered as he packed his last few things away, "I will see you tomorrow, by sundown, to either have the locks removed on your chastity and go free, or to join me for a year in slavery."
With that, he turned, and left the house without another word, leaving the contacts behind and two naked slaves still basking in the glow of submission.
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