Harry · Part 1

Harry · Part 1 (1/2)
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As a life long opportunist, cat burglar and general thief, Harry finally met his match one night. He was out late as usual prowling and decided to climb into an open sash window on the rear of the first floor of a large detached Victorian house set on the outskirts of his home city of Manchester. He had noticed when passing by at night that there were rarely any lights left on, or even cars parked in the private drive so Harry entered the property believing there was no one around as the lights were out as usual. The alarm casing was a dummy because he knew what to spot and it looked as if there might be something of value that he could maybe shift to his fence later on. He even found a useful ladder stashed down the side of the garden shed and was soon inside.

He now found himself in a very luxurious bedroom. It was obviously a ladies boudoir because of the way it was furnished. A large four poster bed dominated the room and with expensive furniture and fittings Harry whistled to himself with joy at his luck. He rummaged through a set of drawers and found a small quantity of jewellery and cash which he soon pocketed. He wasn’t satisfied though and he decided to check out the rest of the house. Each bedroom turned up trumps with small items he could carry and he was soon stuffing these he could carry into a plastic bag. Having finished with the bedrooms Harry then made his way downstairs to see what was worth removing.

At the bottom of the stairs there was a long hallway leading to several rooms running off it. He tried the front door and found it mortised locked and without a key so he headed in the other direction to check for an exit as all good burglars do just in case he had to make a quick getaway. He now opened a door at the opposite end of the hallway which turned out to be the kitchen. The exterior door in here was also securely locked without a key and as he turned to leave the room he heard a noise in the hallway as a side door opened and the hall light was switched on.

He quickly hid behind the open kitchen door and heard a woman’s voice as she spoke to someone else there. A second female voice also spoke and they had a short conversation before the front door was unlocked and he heard the woman exit. The door was relocked and now he heard the sound of heels clip-clop along the tiled floor coming towards him. There was nowhere to hide and he was trapped, his heart beating fast. Then another door was opened somewhere along there and the woman spoke, “come on boy”.

Harry could hear from the noise that she was making a fuss of probably a dog. His heart rate went up even more now as he realised that he would be caught for sure and what sort of dog was it. He was soon to find out. The dog knew and sensed there was something amiss and he heard the female command it to search. Harry slammed the door shut just as the dog reached it and he held the handle now to prevent it being opened. The woman shouted “Who is it, what do you want?”

Harry stalled for time and reached for the light switch to see if there was any way out, but to escaping quickly was impossible. She shouted again, “You may as well open up there’s no way out and I have a German Shepherd dog here who will tear you apart at my command” The dog barked just to reinforce her words.

Harry knew he was in a pickle and shouted back, “OK I’ll come out without a fuss please keep the dog off me I won't do anything stupid.”

It went quiet for a few seconds and she replied for him to open up. Harry gingerly opened the door and poked his head around it. He saw a tall extremely attractive dark haired woman aged around forty dressed in what can only be described as fetish clothing. She wore a tightly laced black leather corset, black stockings on her gorgeous legs; a tight black rubber g string clung to her nether regions. Patent high heels adorned her feet and she was expertly made up. Her long dark hair shone and was shoulder length. All in all she was quite breathtaking and very erotic.

She stood there confidently and she had an angry looking German shepherd dog straining at its leash. She asked him now if there was anyone else in there and he was told to back away towards the table where she could see him properly. He did as he was ordered to and so she checked that no one else was behind the door or in there with him. She now demanded an explanation as the dog growled at him. Harry was terrified in case she did loose the dog on him and soon explained his presence there. She was angry now at his invasion of her premises and he was ordered to sit. The dog was released and Harry was reminded not to move as she left to find something.

She soon returned carrying a pair of handcuffs and a black rubber bag. He hands were cuffed behind him and she slipped the loose fitting bag over his head cutting off his view. “What are you doing?” he asked her.

“Shut the fuck up!” was her stern reply, “now sit there quietly, the dog will guard you while I find out what you’ve been doing.”

Harry felt her checking his pockets and retrieved his wallet with his ID and then she left the room. He was tempted to try and make his escape, but as soon as he moved he heard the dog growl in his direction, so he sat it out until she came back a few minutes later with his ill gotten gains in the plastic bag. She was angry and cursed him for it. Harry now apologised and begged her forgiveness, asking her to remove the bag explaining that he was claustrophobic. She laughed at this and ordered him to stand. She now directed him out of the room and led him into the hallway down to the side door she had previously entered by, with the woman she had spoken to earlier. He now found himself descending some stone steps into a cellar area he guessed.

At the bottom he was taken into a side room and now his head bag was removed. The dog was still at her side and he looked around to find himself in a large brick vaulted cellar area which unbelievably was fitted out as a mediaeval dungeon with chains, hooks, straps and scary wood and leather covered restraining devices. “What’s this, what’s happening?” Harry blurted out.

Then as she stood in front of Harry in her high heels: this made her somewhat taller than him and she now explained herself. “I am Mistress Sadie, I am a professional dominatrix and this is my place of work”. Harry started to interrupt and she gave him a slap across the face that made his ears ring. “Don’t interrupt me when I’m talking you fuck” she hissed and she grabbed a handful of his hair yanking his head back sharply Harry yelled in surprise and the dog barked angrily.

She continued, “I was with a client down here when you decided to invade my property so I have now decided rather than get the Police involved and let them just give you a slap on the wrist: I will teach you a lesson you will never forget right now down here in my dungeon for daring to enter my premises. I have another room too furnished on a different theme and you will be invited to spend some time in each of them, but firstly your body will have to be clean for me to work on and so you will now take a shower, strip off your clothes and I will remind you that my dog will tear you apart if you give me any trouble at all is that understood?”

Harry went white but tried to make light of it by joking and said, “You never know I may enjoy it just as your clients seem to.” She returned very seriously with menace in her voice, “you have no idea what I can and will do to your mind and to your pathetic body here tonight: I shall exploit your weaknesses and fears, you have already provided me with your fear of claustrophobia and I daresay you have more fears which I shall uncover”. She went on, “because you have tried to rob me I will now make you suffer and I will rob you of your dignity and humiliate you amongst other things.” Harry was released and Mistress Sadie hissed, “now get those fucking clothes off quick!”

Harry was now beginning to regret her not just calling the police and reluctantly stripped as Mistress Sadie watched him intently. Now naked and shivering with uncertainty and embarrassment he tried to cover himself up but she laughed sarcastically and said, “I don’t know why you’re covering that pathetic little needle prick of a cock you have!”

Harry was always proud of his manhood and this really hurt his feelings and humiliated him. She showed him to the bathroom area in an adjoining tiled room and while he showered she proceeded to continue checking through his documents. She removed his wallet and extracted her own money and all of his own from it before she then made a phone call. She now proceeded to prepare something for Harry. Meanwhile he finished in the shower and she tossed him a towel. When dry he wrapped the towel around himself for modesty but she ordered him to remove it, get onto his knees and lean over resting his torso over the toilet with the seat lid down and facing the back wall.

Shaking a little with fear now he did as he was told to do and she soon fastened his wrists to two shackle fixtures behind the toilet. She left the dog in charge and went away for a few minutes. Eventually, returning she wheeled in a tall chrome stand and hanging from it was a large rubber melon shaped bladder. This was distended with liquid and from underneath and attached to it hung a long red rubber tube with a valve. She picked up a bizarre tube affair with two small yellow balloons close together along its length. This she lubricated and then turned to Harry explaining that he was to have a punishment enema washout just to start with as she didn’t want him to making a mess while taking his forthcoming tortures.

Harry panicked now and decided that he certainly didn’t wish to be tortured by her. He made a feeble attempt to stand but she stuck a sharp high heel into his back and pushed him back down. “Stay there or I will kick your balls hard in a moment” she warned him.

She now quickly fastened a very heavy wide leather collar to his neck locking it on and explaining that it was a modified electric dog control collar which she could remotely operate to deliver a massive electric shock and she would also use it if he didn’t cooperate from now on. She also reminded him that he had no choice but to see his time through until she was satisfied he had learnt his lesson. The double tube was inserted into his anus and the two yellow balloons inflated to keep it in place with one inside and one just outside of his body. He grunted at this uncomfortable feeling as they expanded but she continued and now connected up the melon bladder to this tube sticking out of him. She opened the in line valve and the liquid flowed into him.

He soon began to get cramps but had to see it through for the next ten minutes until a full six pints or so were now inside of him. He begged for release but was informed that he had to wait another twenty minutes as further punishment. The sweat poured out of him and he moaned in pain and felt sick, but she made him wait until his time was finished. Finally she unlocked his hands and he crawled thankfully onto the toilet. He was reminded to wash himself clean afterwards and she left him alone to his blessed sweet relief for the next half an hour or so.

She now returned to collect him having changed into a fetish nurse outfit complete with a pale green skin tight rubber dress, apron and cap. The dress was obscenely short showing off her magnificent legs which also were clad in skin tight transparent latex stockings. This made Harry whistle to himself, this beautiful creature was about to give him a hard time and he couldn’t believe his luck. This thought was short lived however as she now led him out and into her bizarre kinky medical themed clinic. It was fitted out to intimidate with white tiles and a heavy hydraulic gynae chair as the centre piece, this having heavy leather straps attached to subdue anyone lying on it. Harry was directed to sit in it and his heart was now pumping a little faster as she set about strapping him very tightly into it to her satisfaction.

She removed the collar now he was secured and with his legs wide apart and also strapped into stirrups, he now felt very vulnerable. Even so the excitement had also given him an erection. She approached him between his open legs and stroked his naked thighs with her soft hands to excite him even more. Harry groaned with pleasure as his cock began to throb. Mistress Sadie just smiled an evil smile as she leaned in close to his face pressing her warm rubber body onto his genitals, his cock dripping with pre-cum she said menacingly, “Now for some fun and games, well for me anyway and I shall really enjoy torturing a victim who deserves for what he is to get from me.”

Harry shuddered with fear at this and she now wheeled a medical trolley over to his side. Firstly she unzipped a small leather case, and showed Harry its contents explaining that they were steel curved urethral sounds in ever increasing sizes and she was to stretch his cock hole with them. Harry cringed now as she started to lubricate a smaller one to start with. “Some of my clients get off on this,” she said casually, “and they ejaculate: if they do I always feed it back to them and force them to swallow their own cum, you will be no exception if you squirt your filthy slime during my procedures on you.”

Harry squirmed and squealed as she now took hold of his throbbing cock and began to slide the sounds inside him in ever increasing sizes for the next thirty minutes or so sliding them up and down his urethra. The straps held him tightly as she continued her work on him and Harry squirming and sweating, the leather restraining straps creaking as he struggled. He was soon begging her to stop through gritted teeth. She just smiled, continued her weird kinky games and said, “Stop, me stop I have only just started on you and we have all night long yet, hours of fun for me!”

Finally when she could no longer insert the largest ones in him she ceased and allowed him to calm down for a while all this time she drank copious amounts of water from a glass which she kept topped up. She now offered a rubber bit gag to his mouth but he refused to cooperate. “Open your mouth it’s for your own good” she snapped. He did not so she took hold of his balls and twisted them until he complied. “Now do as you’re fucking told” she snarled in his face and fitted the gag to his mouth strapping it on tightly.

“At least you did not cum” she now said as she casually sprayed an alcohol cleaner on his cock and balls. She broke open a plastic case and showed Harry a razor sharp needle around three inches long. “I have many of these and just to start with I’m going to insert some of them into your scrotum”.

Harry was terrified of needles and was screaming for mercy before she donned a pair of latex gloves with a snik- snak sound and then sadistically and slowly for maximum theatre, proceeded to thread the first one through his tender skin. “Scream as loud as you wish” she laughed as he shouted in pain, “this is sound proofed down here and I just love your fear, I get off on it!”

She continued inserting more needles into his skin as Harry bit on his gag as much out of fear as pain. After twenty or so had been inserted she stood back to admire her work: his balls appeared to be a pin cushion now and she took another long drink of water. Harry gazed back at her in fear and longing for a drink as his mouth was dry with the fear and adrenalin. She enquired as to whether he would like one before she continued. He nodded and gurgled yes through his gag. She removed his gag; his mouth ached through biting hard down on the rubber bit. “You can have some special Champagne” she said laughing “some nice warm Champagne fresh and straight from my body.”

Harry suddenly realised what she meant as she now hiked up her short skirt, opened her legs displaying her beautiful bald and pierced pussy to him. She picked up a glass beaker and smiling sadistically and leaning forward towards him she began to slowly fill it. Harry groaned out loud with disgust and wondered what other perverted things was this beautiful creature capable of next. It took an age as she dragged out the time to fill the glass with her warm piss but finally she was done with a good half pint in there. She now checked it out through the light before offering it to his mouth. Harry turned away disgusted, refusing to drink.

“Drink, it is an honour to be allowed this from your Mistress,” she demanded and tried again to make him do it. He refused and almost knocked it out of her hands with his movements. She put it down seemingly angry at his refusal. “Very well” she hissed, “you will be now forced to take it, you have no choice in the matter.”

She selected a clear mouth and nose anaesthetic mask with strong fixing straps from a glass medical cupboard. This had a black rubber seal all around and she quickly pushed it into place against his face. Harry tried to avoid her slipping the retaining straps around his head so she blocked off the one inch breathing hole at the front and held it tightly onto his face. He soon ran out of air and panicked. Still holding the mask tight she said, “Let me put the straps on you and I will let you breathe, it’s your choice”

He nodded and gasped air as she now fitted the mask ensuring it was completely air tight with just the front aperture to breathe through. She now picked up a long one inch diameter semi-transparent heavy rubber tube and Harry now realising what was to happen began to beg her to take off the mask adding that he would comply. She just smiled, shook her head and pushed the tube onto the mask and let it hang down while she prepared the next stage of his torment by returning with a tall chrome stand on wheels. Now she fitted a stainless steel funnel to the other end of the tube and hung it two feet above his head onto a hook fixed to the stand, leaving the tube dangling.

Harry could clearly see all of this and was meant to do so. She now filled a small rubber bladder with her piss: this had an outlet valve underneath and she now hung this just above so that the valve terminated inside the open funnel. She folded up two leather padded flaps fixed to the chair on either side of his head and attached a broad strap over his forehead to hold his head firmly upright and from moving. She now reached up and opened the piss-bag valve a little way. “Enjoy” was her statement as she stood back before she prepared herself a follow up to torment his cock.

Harry could see the amber liquid slowly trickle into the transparent tube. It slowly ran down and dribbled onto his closed lips as he fought to hold off drinking as long as he could but it began to fill the mask invading his sense of smell too until eventually the level reached his nose. He now had no choice and opened his mouth to take a gulp of air which allowed her urine into his throat. Harry choked as the acrid liquid invaded him and he panicked trying not to drink. Mistress Sadie leaned over him and said, “Do not panic Harry just accept that you will have to drink every drop and honour it.”

Harry somehow controlled his choking and gradually swallowed her warm liquid waste. While this was happening she proceeded to refill the glass jar with even more of her personal Champagne. He could see her do this too and she now transferred this to a tall plastic bottle. She put the lid back and this had a one inch tube fitted to it so that the open bottom of the tube sat in her liquid. She hung this up alongside the funnel while Harry continued his “drink” Harry finally did finish and she condescendingly said, “Well done Harry, you will be allowed more of that later but now in the meantime you can also continue to breathe in the aroma of my piss”.

Harry shuddered at the thought as she now transferred the long tube from the funnel to the inlet on the plastic bottle. As he breathed he now sucked air through her liquid with a bizarre bubbling sound and with this he could now smell her waste with every breath. Sadistically she now announced that now he had finished his refreshments she would continue and now to be piercing his cock this time with more needles. His cock had deflated so she toyed with it for a minute or two until he was throbbing again with his breathing becoming heavy. She started at the base of his cock near his now pierced sack with her needles and Harry screamed in pain and terror making bizarre noises through the bubbler bottle. Every time he started to lose his erection she would caress him back to life.

She loved his pain and fear and continued until another twenty needles were inserted into his skin and stopped just short of his knob. She now removed his head restraints and took off his mask much to his relief and said, “Now Harry your fear had made me very horny and so I need my pleasure!” Using a side wheel she lowered his chair back so that his head was tipped downwards to around two and half feet from the ground. She picked up a powerful mains operated massager and continued, “I will allow you the honour of shoving your tongue into my ass while I pleasure myself over your face, and the better you do it will result in the fewer amount of needles I will insert into your tender nipples afterwards. So please me and then less pain for you Harry.”

Facing his body she moved over him spreading her strong legs and lowering her magnificent rear onto his face. “Now get in there as far as you can go” she said hoarsely as she applied the massager to her pussy. Harry obliged by extending his tongue into her sweaty crevice. She groaned with pleasure straight away and bore down on him mostly cutting off his air supply. “Fuck oh fuck” she cried, “get that fucking tongue in me, ooooooooooh fuck, more, get it in more oooooooh!”

She was insatiable for the next few minutes as she achieved maximum pleasure from his tongue and her well worn massager. Her weight and powerful thighs crushing his head as Harry struggled for breath under her hot body. Finally she groaned for the last time, and climbed off him still glassy eyed. Harry took long gulps of air, his mouth ached from the ordeal but he now had a massive erection even with the needles still in place. Mistress Sadie composed herself and pulled her rubber dress hem back in place and commented on his throbbing cock pointing to it. “You must have enjoyed it too judging by that!”

Satisfied now she picked up a breast reliever of the sort women use to expel their baby milk. This she placed over his right nipple and gave the rubber bulb a good squeeze or two, sucking him inside. She did the same to the other nipple. She now said, “ I am not a selfish Mistress Harry so I have made arrangements to share you with one of my mistress friends: she will be here shortly so you can look forward to a special double dominatrix experience whilst you are with me.” As they waited she checked the nipple teasers were doing their job properly and now she answered her phone and when finished she said, “that’s her now I will let her in, don’t go anywhere will you!”

Harry still trussed into the chair was left alone for what seemed an eternity and then finally heard two voices talking and joking to each other. Mistress Sadie entered, followed by a gorgeous tall slim redhead dressed in a tight black leather cat suit. Sadie wound the handle on the side of the chair to bring Harry back up to his original position and spoke, “This is the cretin I told you about, this fucker thought he could rob me and get away with it”

The redhead stepped forward and surveyed Harry with a frightening stare from her beautiful cruel blue eyes, “Hmmmm” she said, “I see you have started on him, how’s he taking it?”

“Oh he has a low pain tolerance, needles scare him and he is claustrophobic too” replied Mistress Sadie

The redhead leaned into his face and spoke quietly with menace, “I am Lady Marion and I will be assisting Mistress Sadie for the rest of this session.”

Mistress Sadie joined in, “I do have to give him a good score for his ass licking though, I have to say he was pretty good, so seven out of ten means he owes me three needles, that is three in each nipple.”

Harry groaned with fright as Mistress Sadie removed his right nipple reliever and squeezed it between her fingers to pucker it up more. Lady Marion moved to the opposite side of him and removed the other one doing the same. His nipples were now sterilised with alcohol spray and Sadie broke open a plastic container exposing several large vicious looking razor sharp needles which were purposely shown to him with glee from both of them. He was given a rubber bit to bite on and Sadie slowly and pushed the first one straight through his right nipple slowly for maximum effect. Harry screamed out in real pain and as soon as he calmed down Marion attacked his left nipple with her needle. Harry spat out the bit in pain, the leather straps creaked under his strain and he screamed again begging them to stop.

They both laughed as he sobbed while waiting for more which they soon obliged. From a different direction into his skin he endured another needle in each nipple. Harry a fully grown man was now sobbing like a baby making out that he could take no more, but these heartless bitches revelled in his fear and agony. Mistress Sadie sadistically showed the last needle to him, “just one more in each nipple” she said, “then we have something else to do to you.” She slowly forced it through his skin and at the same time Lady Marion pushed hers into him. Harry shrieked with pain and almost passed out.

A little later as he lay there recovering, photographs were taken of him before the needles were painfully removed. The dog was brought in for their own extra protection and Harry’s collar was also re-fitted and a short hobble chain fitted to his ankles for good measure. He was then released and allowed to stretch his aching muscles before he was led shaking into the dungeon room.

Here he was made to climb up and sit in a tall heavy bondage chair. This was made of timber and steel and was padded with black leather. The seat area was just a padded Y framework arranged so that anyone who sat on it would have their legs wide open and their rear and genitals completely exposed. It was straight backed and changes could be made to its angle and various fitting were available at head height. Very heavy four inch wide black leather straps were expertly buckled tightly across his wrists securing him, his ankles were secured to the legs: then his collar was removed.

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