A Late Night Stroll · Part 2 (2/2)
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ould not expand my chest to get a full breath.
“OK. That should hold you. Let’s work on those balls of yours. That chastity device will be staying in place. Your filthy cock is now mine. That pathetic thing will be kept in chastity at all times unless I take it off to torture you. Your days of having orgasms are over. The only pleasure you will ever get is only to make the pain worse.”
She grabbed my balls and pulled down sharply and applied a sticky estim pad to the stretched skin. To keep it in place she took a wide ball strap and cinched my balls unbelievably tight. She left the cord to the estim dangle. Once she was certain the strap was tight enough she gave my poor balls a dozen or so hard slaps. It hurt so much I felt nauseous.
Now she put the leather parachute ball stretcher on my balls just below the cruel strap holding the estim in place, and hung a five pound weight from it stretching my balls to their limit. It felt as though they might be torn off. I was now constantly screaming. This was way beyond my limits.
“Almost done slave. Just a few more things and we will go for a little walk.”
WHAT?! I can’t go out like this. Please no! People I know might see me. Everyone will know what I’m into. You can’t please please please… My begging was barely noticed as she was busying herself with the next part of my bondage, the nipple clamps.
“Alright slave now it gets serious. Up until this point I’ve been pretty gentle. But these nipple clamps are special. They are designed for pain. No, that's not quite accurate, they are designed for agony.” she said as she held up what appeared to be to ordinary clover clamps, painful yes, but not pain like she was implying.
“These are special clover clamps. They have a hole through both sides of the tip through which a needle will be pushed through.”
Piercing my nipples! Oh my God! Let me out. I don’t want this, please let me out,. Please don’t pierce my nipples. You can’t do this. You can’t!
She continued without knowing my terror. “The way the design works, I pierce your tender little nipple through the tip of the clamp and the needle stays in, that way the clamp can’t be pulled off no matter how hard I pull on them. Here we go…”
She pinched my nipple a few times to get it hard and then she clipped the first clover clamp on my nipple causing me to wince. Setting it as far back on my nipple as possible she gave it several hard tugs to make sure it had a proper bite. She brought a stubby thick needle with a ball at the end up to the tip of the clamp and carefully positioned the sharp point to line up with the hole in the clamp. She paused for a long moment and then all at once she shoved the needle through the clamp and my nipple. I shrieked at the intense sharp pain that ripped into my nipple.
“I loved that! Oh I wish you had a dozen nipples, I would do that to all of them. Hearing you scream like that makes me so wet.” She laughed and picked up the other clamp and needle repeating the same process. Same thing from me, agony and screams. My nipple hurt so much. I had played with my nipples a lot but never had I ever come close to this kind of pain. The pain was intolerable but I had no choice but to tolerate it. I was helpless to do anything else.
“Allow me to show you how these little beauties work.”
She stuck her fingers through the rings at the ends of the clover clamps and pulled sharply down. The evil clamp pinched my nipple harder as she pulled and stretched them brutally. On top of the fresh piercing the result was too much. I screamed and tried to twist away but she was holding me in place by my painfully clamped nipples. My struggles were putting off my balance wildly. I was strangling myself and causing myself more pain and suffering the more I fought. My thrashing also got the heavy weight hanging from my balls swinging crazily.
“I’m not going to stop pulling until you stop struggling,” she yelled over my muffled screams so I could hear.
Finally I stopped and she did as she said, she let go of the rings stretching my poor nipples. I was breathing as deeply as I could to try and regain my composure but it took quite a while. I was crying with a mix of pain and terror. While I got a hold of myself she fastened and locked leather cuffs tightly just above my knees to make malking even more difficult. She connected the cuffs with a padlock ensuring I would be severely hobbled as I would soon be struggling to walk.
“All your bondage is complete. I did it all for you, I know how much you love to be in tight bondage. Damn I’m too nice. Time to finish the gag.”
Finish the gag! Please no more. I’m already choking and I can barely breathe. No more please. All of my fantasies included some sort of intolerably cruel gag, but this was reality and this gag was already a nightmare.
“I need a video of this part.” She said as she positioned her phone on the nearby table, propping it up and carefully lining up the shot before pressing record.
MistressC went once again to the bowl with the last cummy panty in it. She soaked up as much cum as she could with the last panty and then lifted the bowl up and poured the remaining cum on top of my head. Rivulets of my own cum ran down my face. She watched the cum run down my face for a minute smiling the whole time enjoying my humiliation. As the camera continued to record my humiliation, she pulled the last panty down over my head making sure the crotch was right over my nose. She pulled it tight by pulling it from the back and wound more tape around my mouth from my chin to below my nose to keep it in place.
“A nice tight harness on top of that should do the trick I think. What do you think, slave?”
Sobbing in my humiliation and pain as my own cum ran down my face I didn’t notice she asked me a question. I found out right away. She pulled down sharply on the clover clamp rings again.
Again intense agony and screams.
While she kept pulling, she repeated herself impatiently, “I said. A nice tight harness on top should do the trick. What do you think?”
I went insane nodding furiously screaming “Yes! Yes! Yes!” into my gag.
She let go of the rings and said, “Good I’m glad you agree. Not that it matters. HA!”
After a few minutes my already extreme gag was made even more extreme with an extremely tight harness gag on top of it. A wide strap went over my mouth and another strap that began on either side of my nose went over top of my head. A strap went under my chin. Yet another strap went over top of my head from the side making me bite down on the wad of panties even more. When she tightened that strap the more cum squeezed out of the panties and ran down my throat causing me to retch once again. Finally a strap was fastened around my forehead to keep everything in place. Locks were put on all of the buckles just to make sure the harness was not coming off.
“One last thing and you’re all done.”
She took the noose from around my neck and clipped the rope coming from the hoist to a ring at the top of the head harness. She raised the hoist so I was slowly being lifted up by my head and stretching my neck. The gag became so tight my head was pounding and I could barely breathe. If I stayed like this for too long I would black out. Quickly she applied a tall posture collar around my neck and buckled it tight and locked it on. When she was done she lowered me down, not the entire way but enough so I could breathe again. My head was almost completely immobile. I was forced to look straight ahead.
She walked over to her phone and stopped the recording of my cruel and embarrassing gagging. “That is going to be a keeper. I bet I cause a bidding war online,” she casually thought out loud.
Online! She can’t post it online! She wouldn’t. She was only trying to scare. Oh God please don’t post it online.
MistressC picked up her bag of bondage gear and slung it over her shoulder, it was quite a bit lighter now that I was wearing so much of her gear. She lowered my head and released me from the winch. What a relief!
“Let’s go slave. I’ve got a big surprise for you,” she laughed maliciously
She clipped a leash to a ring on the strap cinching my balls and led me to the stairs leading up and out of my basement torture chamber. Bound as I was made going up stairs incredibly difficult and painful. Everytime I would stop to catch my breath or take a break, MistressC would pull down on the nipple clamps and I got moving again. After fifteen minutes or so I had made it to the top.
She led me to the front door and said, “You better hope there is no one outside walking their dog or jogging or whatever. It would be pretty embarrassing,” she laughed
Oh fuck what if the neighbors are out! What time is it? Oh God it’s late but what if someone is out? No! Please don’t make me go outside please don’t do this please!
She opened the door and led me outside to the porch. It was very dark and everything seemed quiet. She closed the door and slowly adjusted herself while I stood on my porch naked, bound and gagged.
“Just a moment slave, I need to fix my hair and face a bit before our walk.” she said as she opened her bag and pulled out a small compact mirror. She adjusted her hair and applied fresh lipstick slowly and carefully while I stood there in front of all the world to see.
I was whimpering and quietly begging her to hurry up. I had to get off the porch before someone saw me like this. I was praying that after a few minutes out on the porch she would take me back inside.
“I take it all that pathetic whimpering means you would like me to hurry up?”
I nodded as much as my head bondage would allow.
“Well slave, I’ll give you a choice. I will either leave you right here on your porch until morning chained to that post and you can hope that no one sees you all tied up like this. Or, we can go for our little walk. Just a little late night stroll then we can go back inside. Nod once to stay here and nod twice to go.”
I just knew that I had to get out of sight of people as quickly as possible and a walk must be shorter than staying out here tied up like this all night. I couldn’t stand the thought of being seen by anyone like this. It was too humiliating. I would end up on the internet. My friends and family would see me. Oh God I had to get off this porch!
I nodded twice.
“OK. Up to you,” she said as she laughed that cruel laugh of hers. What was I getting myself into?
“Time for your walk. Just a stroll around your lovely neighborhood. Just a few things before we get going.”
Please no no no. She can’t take me out in public like this! She has to be just teasing me. She can’t mean it. She really do it. Noooo!
She plugged in the estim to my balls and asshole to a little receiver that she tucked into a small space on my back between the cincher between the armbinder.
She then took one pound round lead weights and clipped one on each of the rings at the end of the clover clamps. I screamed at the sudden pain and I was answered with a swat at each of the weights which got them swinging. The pain was awful.
“Just a taste of things to come.”
She then attached a thin chain to the strap cinching my balls.
“Squat down a bit, slave,” she ordered.
I did as I was told. She attached the end of the chain coming from my balls to the short chain connecting my ankles. The chain was too short for me to stand with my legs straight. If I stood up too far I would pull my balls painfully. This would mean every step I took would tug on my balls. I was in for a very painful stroll.
“Now, you will let anyone that wants to know that you volunteered for this and you want this. You are not being forced in any way. You will let them know that you are just a kinky freak that wants to suffer for me. If you disobey me in this you will suffer more than you can ever imagine and longer than you think is possible. Do you understand me, slave? Nod if you do.”
I nodded slowly. I was so terrified of her.
She took up the leash and began to lead me by my balls out onto the sidewalk in full view of anyone to see.
As I hobbled out I was in a wild panic. I was trying to walk as fast as I could but I was only swinging the weights and pulling my nipples and balls painfully. But I couldn’t stop. I had to keep moving despite the incredible pain. I didn’t want to be discovered. This was so humiliating. But MistressC just kept walking slowly ahead.
“OOOOH! I think I hear a car,” she teased.
My feet were killing me. Every step was agony. The rice was surely embedded into my toes down to the bone. I stopped for a second and the leash became taut. I tasted the pain of the estim for the first time. She shocked my balls and my asshole at the same time. It was excruciating. I froze and screamed.
“Get a move on slave or I’ll start yelling for everyone to come see the bound freak. I’ll tell everyone your mouth is stuffed with my panties that they are soaked with your own cum.” she threatened.
I started hobbling again. I was crying and tears and my own cum mixed as they ran down my cheeks. Every step tugging on my balls and the weights on my nipples swinging wildly. Even at such a slow pace I was getting winded, I could barely breathe and the exertion seemed enormous.
There were a few lights in the houses on my block so I tried to hurry past then as best I could. I realized that the chains and weights were clinking and to my terrified ears, making an ungodly racket. I can’t be seen like this. I just can’t. Please stop this, let me go home. You can do whatever you want just please let me go home.
“You are making quite a racket. I see lights coming on all over the block,” she teased again, “No really, I think you are waking up the whole street.”
Please take me back. Please get me off the street. I have to live here. I’ll never be able to show my face again. Please please take me back. You can do whatever you want to me just please take me back.
She spoke in what I thought was a way too loud voice, “You know I am going to allow anyone who finds you to humiliate you in any way they want. I will encourage them to video you, take as many photos as they want, hell you might even make the news.”
Please no please please God no. You can’t please you wouldn’t do that. Please no.
I had been hobbling along the sidewalk of my block when I actually did hear a car.
“Oooooh it really is a car this time slave. What if they stop? What are you going to do then?”
I couldn’t see very well due to my inability to move my head but I clearly heard the car pull into the driveway just a few feet in front of us. I heard the door open and a woman said.
“Oh my God what the hell? Is that you Dan?”
Oh fuck it’s Shelly! I had such a crush on her. We even went on a couple of dates. What was she going to think? I was so embarrassed I just wanted to run and hide but I could only stand there in pain and look at her.
MistressC said, “Yes, it is him. I’m his mistress and he is my slave and we’re playing a little game. Isn’t he a freak?”
“Is he OK? That looks pretty painful.”
“It is painful. Right slave?”
All I could do was nod and whine into my disgusting gag. I couldn’t look her in the eye.
“See. Ask him if he likes this shit and would he like you to hurt him.”
No! Please don’t make me answer. No no no no please no!
“Is that true Dan? You like this? Do you want me to hurt you?” I didn’t answer. I was too embarrassed.
MistressC pushed the button that shocked my balls again and I screamed and jerked violently in my tight bondage, getting the weights swinging again.
“I would answer her, slave.”
“What was that?”
“I shocked his balls.”
“Jesus! You want me to do that to you Dan?”
Not wanting another shock I nodded slowly that I did want her to hurt me.
“Well alright if you say so. I had no idea you liked this kind of thing. Lucky for you I do too!”
I had no idea. Shelly seemed so tame and run of the mill, though beautiful which initially got me interested.
“Would you like me to take a few pictures for you? Give me your phone.” MistressC asked hopefully.
“Sure! Make sure you get his tattoo. The way he’s gagged people may not recognize him.”
People! What people? You can’t show anybody the photo!
MistressC handed Shelly the control for the shocker and Shelly gave MistressC her phone.
“That thing is simple. You can shock his balls, marked 1. You can shock his asshole. He has an absolutely gigantic buttplug in his tiny little asshole. You should have heard him scream. Anyway to shock his asshole hit 2. And to shock both at the same time hit 3. There is only one level and that level is pure agony especially on his most sensitive areas,” she laughed.
“Wow! This is gonna be fun.”
“Get in there and I’ll get a picture of you two.”
Shelly came over and stood next to me like we were at Disneyland. Rather than put her arm around me and make a peace sign or something, she leaned in and smiled as she pulled down on both of my nipple clamps making me scream bloody murder.
“Got it! That’ll be a good one suitable for framing or even posting to Facebook.”
Shelly said laughing, “He must be gagged pretty well. His scream was pretty muffled.”
“Oh wait ‘til you hear what a sick fuck he is. I had him jerk off in a jar for a week. He got almost a whole cup! Busy little pervert. Anyway I stuffed his mouth with three pairs of my dirty panties that I soaked in his cum. Then I put that cum soaked panty on his head. So right now he has a mouth full of dirty panties and his own cum.”
“He is pretty sick. I think he should be punished for being so sick. Can I spank him?”
“Sure! But I have something better.” MistressC said, reaching into her bag pulling out a thin rattan cane.
“I bet that hurts!” she said as she began to flail my bare ass with the cane. She didn’t even warm up. She just started beating my ass over and over. She was whipping me hard and fast with no breaks. She was just tearing my ass up.
I nearly fell down several times trying to avoid the cane. I was being whipped by a woman I thought I knew as a normal kind person. I was wrong. She was a hidden sadist. She was whipping me in the middle of the sidewalk in front of her house while she laughed at my pain.
“Dance, cum eater, dance!” Shelly teased.
“Get a video of me caning his nipples. I bet that will really hurt with those clamps.”
“Those clamps are held on by the needles piercing his nipples. Hit them as hard as you want, they won’t come off.”
Shelly slipped her finger into the ring of the cruel clover clamp and said “Ready? This is really going to hurt Dan.”
Please Shelly, don’t do this, please it hurts so much please don’t! Pleeeeease!
“Ready, when you are Dan.”
Shelly pulled sharply down on the ring and at the same time she swung the cane right on my freshly pierced, sadistically pinched and stretched nipple. The pain made me unconsciously jerk backwards to avoid the pain. That only pulled on my nipple even more. Before I could adjust to the sudden pain Shelly struck again. The pain went through the roof. She caned that nipple ten or twelve times and then she whipped the other nipple the same way. I had no choice but to take the pain I was trapped by these two sadistic women. The way I was shrieking I was sure someone would hear. They would come see what all the noise was and save me from this cruel and embarrassing torment or maybe not.
Finally Shelly stopped, “Wow that was great! There is a link right on my phone where you can post that video directly to Facebook. Just hit send. I hope you got some nice close ups of his face and that tattoo. We can tag him so people can find him easily.”
I have a large tattoo of a dandelion on my shoulder. Anyone who knew me would recognize that if not by my horribly gagged face.
“Great!” and after a few moments, “And done. I can’t wait to see all the comments people make. You’re gonna be famous Dan.” They both laughed.
Facebook! I am friends with Shelly. Everyone I know will see me.
“Oh we got one already! ‘Looks like Dan is in for real trouble. Punish him for me too. Please post more. Love it.’”
“Great! I figure by morning he will have gone viral if we got a comment that fast. I bet we can get his Facebook password out of him pretty easily,” Shelly laughed, “then we can post on his page too.
“Great idea!”
“Hey, my name is Shelly. What’s yours?”
“MistressC.”
“Well MistressC, may I walk with you? Maybe we can walk him back to his house and we can play with him. I also have an Instagram and a Twitter account. We can make some new videos and post them there.”
“Wonderful idea Shelly. Let’s get this slave back to his dungeon. He has a lot of toys.”
“He has a dungeon and everything!? What a sick freak he is. Let’s give him what he wants and a lot that he doesn’t.”
This was a nightmare and a favorite fantasy of mine. A fantasy is called that for a reason. This was pure torture and total humilliation. I was in agony and if they actually did post to Facebook my life was over. Oh God, I needed help.
“Get moving, slave!” MistressC yelled so loud the entire block could hear it.
Just as we got started Shelly leaned in and spoke loudly into my ear and said, “You know we planned this. I did my research on you. I knew when we went out what a sick freak you were. Now you are going to find out what a sick freak I am.”
Both women laughed. This was going to be a long night…or likely a lot longer.
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