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High Tech Slavery

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                      High Tech Slavery - By Slave M.


I would like to tell you about a fantasy come true. Let me start from the 
beginning.  

I am a computer process controls engineer and I work as a consultant for
manufacturing firms. Computer process controls involves the use of computer
controlled intelligent equipment for use in manufacturing and other related
automation. Being a BD enthusiast, I have always thought of bizarre contraptions
I could design that would be truly cruel and effective. This of course was
strictly fantasy because I was not prepared to rob a bank to fund such a
project. Here is where the fantasies come true. 

I belong to a local BD and SM support club consisting of a varied group of 
people that I have become quite close with over the past few years. We 
have biweekly meetings where we discuss varied related topics and once 
every month or two we have play parties. Members are from all walks of 
life and sexual preferences. We have some very creative people in the 
group, leather crafters, iron bondage gear, carpentry for pillories and 
whipping horses. This was the topic for a meeting about a year ago. We all 
had to discuss a bondage item that we would like to make. When it came 
around to me, I had taken out some very elaborate blue prints that I 
designed on my CAD/CAM computer. I showed the group my plan for an 
automated canning machine and a computerized bondage machine. I had 
plans for other equipment with me also but I did not want to overwhelm 
the group. As I was passing around the plans Mistress Fran, a member of 
the group, became extremely inquisitive and started asking me some very 
technical questions. Fran had been with the group for about 6 months and I 
did not know much about her accept for the fact that she was extremely 
beautiful, very dominant, enjoyed inflicting pain, and especially loved to 
tightly bind her victims for her pleasure. I asked mistress Fran how she 
knew so much about process controls and she did not answer but she told 
me she would like to see me after the meeting. 

The meeting broke up at about 10:30pm and Fran and I went to a local 
coffee shop. She asked me to pull the plans out and she started studying 
them again. I was a little thrown when the waitress came over to refill 
our cups and she looked down at the plans and asked what is that 
contraption. I was searching for something to say and Mistress Fran 
responded, "It's for torturing submissive slaves." The waitress turned a 
few shades of red and left. I finally asked mistress Fran why she had such 
a fascination for my plans. Her response floored me. She told me that she 
is the president of Bliss Manufacturing in Hartford. Her father owned the 
plant and he had died about 2 years ago leaving his estate to her. Mistress 
Fran who is in her late thirties had earned an MBA from Harvard and was 
vice president of the company when her father died. I was quite familiar 
with her company. Bliss was a major manufacturer of high strength light 
alloy frames and tubing for the aerospace industry and they had  large 
contracts with NASA. Mistress Fran told me she had fantasized about 
building a bondage and torture machine room in the basement of her home 
that her father had left her. She did not want to ask one of the engineers 
at the plant to build it because of fear that others in the plant would find 
out or even worse NASA would find out. We talked shop until almost 3 AM 
in the morning and then Mistress Fran took my phone number and told me 
to go home and get some rest. 

It was early Sunday morning and I was awoken by the telephone.  It was 
mistress Fran and she told me in a low dark voice to be at her home at 3 
pm today and to bring the CAD disks from my computer.  She left her 
address and hung up the phone without even listening for my response. My 
mind was racing. I tried to sleep a few more minutes but I could not.

I was a few minutes late when I rang the buzzer at the front gate to 
Mistress Fran's estate. Over the intercom I heard "You're late" and then the 
gate opened. As I was pulling in to her driveway the garage door opened 
and she was standing in the garage wearing a very fancy full black leather 
dress that was laced from her crotch to just above her breasts. She was 
wearing elbow length leather gloves and leather boots that went up to her 
mid thigh. She motioned for me to pull in and she closed the automatic 
garage door behind me. We walked into her kitchen and we sat down at the 
kitchen table. Mistress Fran told me that she would like to hire me as an 
independent engineer for her company. She picked up some papers that 
were on the table and told me to read the contract. The contract was 
almost 4 pages long and in a very small type face. Apparently she had been 
up the rest of the night typing it up. As I sat there reading the contract I 
couldn't help but to notice her intense beauty. She had dark brown eyes and 
her dark brunette hair flowed smoothly down to her shoulders. She had 
olive skin and her breasts were very full and round for her slender body. 
Her facial features were sharp like a foreign fashion model. I had never 
seen her with a man and at the play parties she would show up with her 
slave girl Cassandra. Cassandra was a very docile slave and I never heard 
her say much. Cassandra was usually wearing a leather training mask that 
had a rubber penis gag.

The contract was very specific. I was to be paid a small stipend to cover 
the expenses of maintaining my apartment and bills but I was to live in 
mistress Fran's home to work on the project. The contract detailed the 
project with a flow chart and completion dates for each phase. I had 25 
days to complete the design work and then 180 days to complete the 
project. Each design would be subject to her changes and would need her 
final approval. I would not be allowed to enter the Bliss facilities and I 
could only submit work orders to Bliss through a fictitious company 
Mistress Fran had setup. The last paragraph of the contract was 
interesting and sent my already fast beating heart even faster. I tried to 
swallow but my throat was dry. The contract stated that I would be a 
slave worker for Mistress Fran and that I would agree to follow any order 
or submit to any physical activity that she wished. It also had a 
commitment clause that would be enforced before signing the contract 
that would be used to prove that I had serious intentions of completing the 
project and on time. I asked her what this meant and she explained that I 
would have to spend 24 hours in her slave cage. She said I could use the 
time to think of further contraptions and designs. I would only be allowed 
drinking water. 

I sat there at her kitchen table for a few moments wondering if I could 
pull this project off physically and emotionally. It didn't take long to 
decide that I could not pass up the opportunity of a life time nor could I 
walk out on such a lovely and compelling mistress. I said yes. At that 
moment she said, wonderful, she called to another room and said "Come 
here Cassandra," my eyes light up when I discovered that Cassandra was 
her live in slave. Cassandra walked in and she was wearing a very tight 
latex body suit that squeaked when she walked. Cassandra was almost as 
tall as myself and was a striking blonde. She had long hair that was tied in 
a pony tail and her breasts were also very round and full. Her nipples were 
trying to poke through the suit she wearing and her pussy lips were well 
pronounced. Mistress Fran told Cassandra to get changed and take the key 
to my apartment and collect up my clothes and some personal items. 
Mistress Fran told me to use the bathroom because this would be the last 
chance I get for a while. 

When I returned Mistress Fran had a leather bag in her hand and she led me 
to the east end of her sprawling home and unlocked a door that was in a 
pantry. The stairway led down to a rather large open basement room. The 
space was at least 75' by 100' with poured concrete walls and no 
windows. There was a heavy metal reinforced door that led to an outside 
hatchway into the back yard. It was rather cold and musty smelling and 
she had a few bondage articles in the space. I saw some metal wrist and 
ankle cuffs attached to chains hanging from anchors in one of the walls 
and there was a cage in the center of the room. Both the cuffs and the cage 
appeared to be made of the same alloys used at Bliss. The cage was 
perfectly crafted. It was made of high tensile chrome malibdimum and the 
welds were flawless. The cage was bolted to the floor at each corner and 
was about 4 feet long, 2 feet wide and maybe 4 feet high. The bars were 
tightly spaced and the lid and floor of the cage was made out of a solid 
sheet of thick aluminum.  The lid to the cage used a piano type hinge along 
one side. Mistress Fran raised the lid to the cage and told me to remove all 
my clothes and step in. She then pulled a set of high tech looking 
handcuffs out of the leather bag and proceeded to lock my wrists behind 
my back. The cuffs were very light and were made of the same alloy. I was 
wondering how I would be able to sit in a cage for 24 hours with my arms 
locked behind me when she pulled a smaller set of cuffs from her bag and 
tightened them down on my thumbs. The 2 sets of cuffs working together 
prevented my hands from moving at all. She then pulled out a small plastic 
package from her bag that appeared to be a catheter kit. She grabbed my 
already stiff cock in her gloved hand and painfully inserted the lubricated 
tube deep into my cock. She then fed the tube through the bars of the cage 
and inserted the end into a plastic bottle attached to the outside of the 
cage. She told me to sit down in the cage and she closed the top. I was not 
very comfortable, there was not enough room to stretch out my long legs, 
nor was there room to turn around. She locked the top of the cage by 
sliding a long chrome bar through a  series of interlocking cylinders that 
the lid created with the side of the cage, similar to the piano hinge on the 
other side. She pulled two heavy pad locks from her bag and locked each 
one through holes that were drilled in the ends of the bar.  The sound of 
the large padlocks closing made my heart skip a beat. I noticed what 
appeared to be a large water bottle similar to what you would see in a 
hamster cage. I could just reach the stem of the bottle because it was at 
the end of the cage my feet were at. Mistress Fran said that at any time I 
could be let out of the cage but the contract would be torn up and I would 
be told to leave her house immediately. At this point I noticed several 
video cameras mounted on the ceiling. She must have some kind of monitor 
room upstairs so she could watch me. She started to walk back up the 
stairs and she turned around and said "Have fun" and she blew me a kiss 
She turned out the lights to the room and closed and bolted the door. 

It was very dark in the room and I was a little on the cold side. The floor 
of the cage was cold against my naked butt and balls. There was a small 
night light plugged into an outlet on the far wall that offered enough light 
for me to see my predicament and for the cameras to work. Without any 
sunlight it was hard to determine what time it was. I was wondering how 
I could possible stay in this cage for a complete day. I was already very 
uncomfortable, I was leaning back on my arms and they were aching. I 
could turn a little to each side to shift the weight from one side of my ass 
to the other. Suddenly my cock jerked and I remembered that I had a 
catheter stuck in me. My piss was flowing down the tube and into the jug. 
My cocked ached from the tube and I though of kicking the tube out by 
using my feet but then determined that this would be a bad move. Mistress 
Fran put me this way so I better stay this way, plus I had a days worth of 
pissing to do and doing it onto the bottom of the cage would make it 
worse. The cameras made me feel very helpless. At any point unknowing to 
me she could be watching me. I wonder if Cassandra is watching me too? I 
tried to nod off but I could not find an even semi comfortable position. My 
wrists and thumbs locked behind me was maddening. My shoulders ached. I 
dozed off for a few minutes and I totally lost track of time. I did not know 
if I was there 2 hours or 6 hours. I tried to listen for sounds but I think 
this part of the basement is under the garage so no one can be heard 
walking around in the house. 

It must have been the next morning by now, I spent most of the night 
thinking of new torture stations but my pain and discomfort was 
mounting. I started whimpering a little and the lack of movement and the 
coldness where getting to me. I started crying. I then snapped out of it and 
kept reminding myself of why I'm here and of the beautiful mistress that 
did this to me.  How much time have I been here? This is the most torture 
I have ever suffered. My cock has been hard most of the whole ordeal and I 
can't control it. The cage is too narrow for me to reach around and stroke 
my aching cock. I have been drinking the water from the animal feeder but 
reaching the nozzle is very difficult and causes great pain. The jug on the 
side of the cage was at least 3/4 filled with my piss. 

Suddenly I heard the bolt on the door open and in walked Cassandra. I felt so 
humiliated her seeing me like this. She told me that it has been 15 hours 
and that I had 9 more to go. I could believe it and started to whimper...I 
thought I have been in here days. She then said "just kidding" and walked 
over to the cage and unlocked the padlocks on the bar. She lifted the top and 
told me to stand up. I could not stand, my legs were cramped. Her 6 foot 
frame then grabbed me under the arms and she lifted me off the floor and 
set my ass down on the side of the cage. She walked around to the front of 
me and slowly pulled the catheter out. It hurt like hell and the tears were 
running down my face and Cassandra just smiled. She unlocked the cuffs 
and helped me out of the cage. We went up to the guest quarters and she 
helped me into bed and turned out the light. I slept until early Tuesday 
morning. When I woke up I took a long hot shower and slipped into my bath 
robe and slippers that Cassandra  had fetched from my house. I started 
walking around Mistress Fran's house room by room. I could not believe the 
size of it. I saw the monitor room where she and Cassandra watched me. 
The room had a long leather couch in front of 3 monitors that were still 
turned on and looking at the now empty cage. Mistress Fran walked in and 
greeted me and said congratulations. She asked if I was ready to sign and I 
said yes Mistress. I signed the contract. I have work to do. 

Based on the size of the space in the basement room, I designed a total of 7 
bondage and torture stations. It took me a total of 17 days to finish the 
designs. I worked 7 days a week while Cassandra brought my meals and 
massaged my back and shoulders. I think mistress Fran ordered Cassandra 
to see to my needs. There were a few times when I would have loved to fuck 
her but she let me know that there will be none of that without the 
mistress's permission. I agreed. I also remembered a clause in the contract 
that stated if went against any of mistress Fran's wishes that I would 
serve another 24 hours in the cage. I really did not want to do that again. 
The cage was going to stay in the machine room as a holding area for the 
victim. I thought it would be a good idea to make each victim stay in the 
cage for 2 hours before being subjected to the machines so they had a 
second chance to change their minds. I submitted the designs to Mistress 
Fran on the 18 day. She spent the better part of the day studying the plans 
and scribbling in changes. On each of the 7 stations I designed she added a 
few dimension changes or additional items that showed me that she is a 
very cruel person. I had found out through the course of living with her that 
she got extremely physically aroused by watching slaves being tortured and 
bound for extended periods of time. Mistress Fran could sit in front of her 
monitors for hours watching her victims while here pussy would be 
dripping wet. I had the honor of sitting with her on her leather couch while 
we watched Cassandra chained to the irons on the basement wall. We spent 
the better part of a day watching while Cassandra was in a standing 
position with her arms and legs shackled to the wall. Mistress Fran had her 
feet on my lap while she was lying down on the couch and I almost came in 
my pants from her near touch and all of the excitement. She told me some 
stories of what she has done to Cassandra that gave me great respect for 
Cassandra. Over the past days I have seen Cassandra cleaning washing and 
vacuuming while wearing full leather cover over her head and heavy chains 
locked to her ankles and wrists. I had to work in lotion under the chains on 
her ankles one afternoon because Mistress Fran went to work and left 
Cassandra locked in the gear from the night before. A few nights ago I was 
allowed to sleep in Mistress Fran's bed. She had a very large king size bed 
that was raised up on a platform with steps leading to the bed. Cassandra 
was chained to the foot of the bed on the floor and I was allowed to sleep 
in the bed with Mistress Fran. The only hitch was that she locked a set of 
hand cuffs on my wrists and attached the cuffs to a leather belt that she 
locked around my waist. She also locked a pair of padded leather leg 
restraints to my ankles with a very short chain between them. Watching 
mistress Fran get into bed was incredible. She removed her bath robe and 
was completely naked. Her skin was very smooth and her ass and pussy was 
gorgeous. I had always been a life long fantasy of mine to be a house boy for 
a sophisticated woman that knew what she wanted. Mistress Fran gave me a 
very sensuous kiss and said good night. I slept in bonds until morning and 
when I woke up mistress Fran had already gone to work and Cassandra let 
me out of my bonds. 

It was time to order materials and start construction. I had 180 days to 
finish the 7 stations and I was well ahead of schedule. I was working 7 
days a week. Every few days or so Mistress Fran would have some fun with 
me. She would make me stand in front of her video camera in the basement 
and she would order Cassandra to cane me. Yesterday Cassandra was 
ordered to give me 50 lashes with a heavy rattan cane. Cassandra was not 
holding back either. I had to stand there with my wrists around my ankles 
while Cassandra methodically caned me. She kept hitting me in the same 
spot and which was tearing my ass up. It is evident that Cassandra is just 
as masochistic as Mistress Fran is. I can't wait to get Cassandra in my 
contractions, or maybe that is why she is being so cruel with me, she 
wants to suffer in my machines. 

I was building all 7 stations at one time as the materials were delivered. I 
installed the control center that was a one way mirrored glass enclosure in 
the center of the basement room. I also enclosed the stair case so you could 
walk into the control room from upstairs without the victims seeing the 
torturer. This was one of Mistress Fran's requests. As the stations were 
nearing completion I needed to test them so I used Cassandra. Mistress Fran 
had given permission to use Cassandra to test and fine tune the machines. I 
was surprised at how much Cassandra loved the stations, she was in 
evident pain but her love for masochism was stronger. I could hardly 
control myself seeing Cassandra in these cruel torture devices and the 
anticipation that soon I may be put through these machines made me very 
excited.

The room is finished. I gave Mistress Fran the grand tour and carefully 
explained how to operate each station. I had yet to officially be bound and 
tortured in the new facility because I had been so busy trying to complete 
the project. It was a Friday night and the 3 of us celebrated with a bottle 
of champagne and a fine dinner that Cassandra prepaired for us. Mistress 
Fran decided that Cassandra and I would spend the weekend in the torture 
room. Mistress Fran ordered me and Cassandra to remove our clothes and 
follow her downstairs.  When we got downstairs Mistress Fran opened the 
lid to the slave cage and told us to step in. I never thought of putting 2 
people in this cage but apparently Mistress Fran did. The only way we could 
fit was to wrap our legs around each other while sitting face to face. 
Mistress Fran locked the top and walked back upstairs. We were locked in 
the cage for a few hours during which time we talked about what was in 
store for us. My legs were getting cramped from being wrapped around 
Cassandra beautiful waist and my cock was hard for the entire time. I 
apologized but there wasn't a lot I could do about it. Mistress Fran came  
down the stairs and walked out of the side door of the new hallway to the 
control room. She was wearing the same lace up black leather suit she was 
wearing the first day I drove to her house. She unlocked the lid to the cage 
and then went into the control room. I had installed a microphone and 
speaker so she could speak to her victims from the control room. Over the 
speaker we heard "proceed to station one." 

Station One: "Keep Real Still". 

Over the speaker we heard. "Cassandra, place the slave into the station and 
set up the sensors." This torture device was the first one that I designed 
many years ago. It consisted of a metal frame with a leather saddle similar 
to a bondage horse. The frame could be raised or lowered by use of a pump 
jack like the barbers' chairs use. Cassandra screwed the 6 inch metal dildo 
into the base of the saddle and spread lube over it. The dildo was made of a 
shiny high tensile alloy. She told me to straddle the horse and then she rose 
the horse until the dildo was well up my ass. I was almost sitting on the 
horse but was still standing on my feet. Cassandra then locked my ankles to 
metal cuffs that were fastened to the floor on each side of the horse. She 
then cuffed my hands behind my back and pulled my arms back and locked 
the cuffs to a chain that was attached to an eye hook at the rear of the 
horse. This prevented me from touching any part of my body and was also 
used for causing discomfort and stress on the victim. Cassandra now 
started to set up the sensors. She connected the electrical wire to the base 
of the dildo and set up the 4 contact sensors. The contact sensors detected 
skin capacitance where if any part of my body touched a sensor, the sensor 
would set off a signal to the computer and in turn the computer would send 
an electrical shock to the dildo. The intensity and duration of the shock 
could be adjusted in the control room under clearly labeled buttons for each 
station. Cassandra started moving the sensors into place. She was now very 
familiar with the machines and knew exactly how to set them up to cause 
the most discomfort. The sensors were mounted on adjustable arms that 
could be set up in any position or variation. She set one sensor about 1/2 
inch behind the left check of my ass. Another sensor was put under my chin 
but she had me hold me head up so I was looking slightly at the ceiling. The 
3rd sensor was put in front of my stomach and Cassandra had me hold in my 
stomach as she set up the sensor about 1/4 inch away. The 4th sensor was 
placed under my crotch behind my balls that prevented me from resting my 
weight onto the horse. Cassandra kissed me on my left ear and walked into 
the control room. At this point my cock was pulsating so hard I thought I 
was going to loose it. My heart was pounding and Mistress Fran had not even 
turned on the contraption yet. 





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