Chanelle · Part 2 (2/2)
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ulation but just enough to keep them apart – and I felt the same stickiness being applied, followed by what felt like two condoms being rolled over each testicle. I realised what She was doing as She had done this several times before.
Mistress had stuck electrical pads to the head of my cock and each testicle and looped conductive tubing around the base of my cock, securing all the pads with condoms so they wouldn’t come off. What She did next surprised me; I felt something ice cold placed over my cock. After it had shrunk it felt like She was putting me back in my chastity device, although that felt smaller than it had before.
After this She released me from the board, warning me not to speak, and ordered me to kneel up and put out my hands. Now I could see Her and what She was doing. Mistress was still wearing her nightdress, now covered with a silk dressing gown and wearing slippers. She ordered me to make a fist with my right hand, after which She wrapped black tape around it so that I couldn’t open my hand and next slid a locking mitt over my balled hand which She secured with another padlock. She repeated this operation with my left hand; then said “Get on all fours like the dog you are!”
i felt something cold being inserted into my arsehole; after which She looped chain around my waist making a crotch chain, passing it from back to front, pulling it tight so that whatever was in my arse wasn’t coming out, padlocking it and passing the remainder down to the chain between my ankles, which She again secured with a padlock. I now couldn’t stand up even if I had been given permission. There were wires coming from the electrodes on my cock and balls and the plug in my arse, which Mistress taped to my left thigh, making sure that the wires were not so tight that the electrodes would be dislodged.
Mistress ordered me to kneel up and I felt Her fiddling at my crotch, but I couldn’t see what She was doing. I felt Her attach something to my right thigh; She then attached a leash to my collar and led me towards the isolation cell. I saw that She had moved a cage into the cell, pushed it against the back wall and secured it to the wall. She locked a short length of chain to my wrist cuffs which She also padlocked to the front D-ring of my collar. I couldn’t move my hands below my lower chest, not that they were any use.
Mistress padlocked short chains to the D-rings at the sides of my collar and She then ordered me to back into the cage, which wasn’t large enough for me to stand, lie down or even sit up in. She reached in and padlocked the chain between my ankle cuffs to one of the back bars of the cage, and the chains from the sides of the collar to the front corners of the cage. Like this I could just barely reach the front of the cage but I could not back up to the wall. Because of the chain from my collar to my wrists if I rested on hands and knees my face was only inches from the floor. Mistress passed the wires out of the cage and left the cell.
In the past She had used all of the items on me many times, but this combination was a first and I was puzzled as to what was coming next.
I didn't have to wait long. Mistress returned wearing rubber gloves and with a bowl and the panties She had been wearing when She pissed on me earlier. She put the bowl inside the cage where I could just reach it and stretched Her panties over my head ensuring that the soaking wet gusset was over my nose and mouth. After this, Mistress produced a harness ring-gag from Her dressing gown pocket which She locked onto my head over the panties and hood with yet more small padlocks. She locked the cage with two large padlocks at the top and bottom of the door.
“I hope you enjoy the taste and smell of My panties, bitch. I wore them for the past three days before pissing in them just now.” Mistress said, with a sadistic smile on her lips.
“The harness gag will make sure you can’t remove them and also let you get the full flavour. you will wait here (as if I had any choice) while I get changed, maggot” She left both cell doors open and walked out of Her playroom.
I was now secured in Mistress’ locked cage which was chained to the back wall of the isolation cell. I had a leather hood covered with Mistress’ dirty, piss-soaked panties locked onto my head with a harness ring-gag; my hands had been wrapped in tape and locked in mitts, my wrists were locked in cuffs that were chained to my collar, which was also chained to the front corners of the cage; and my chained ankles were padlocked to the rear of the cage. There were electrodes on my cock and balls and in my arse. I had no idea what was coming next other than Mistress had surpassed Herself as far as inescapable imprisonment went.
After what seemed like hours Mistress returned, dressed smartly wearing a white blouse, a dark, mid-calf skirt, flesh coloured tights or stockings and black court shoes with a low heel and carrying a coat which She tossed over the whipping bench. Not at all Dominatrix-like. She had never dressed like this before for O/our sessions and I wondered what was going to happen next.
Ignoring my obvious confusion She took the electrode wires and passed them through one of the rings on the cell floor, securing them in such a way that although there was sufficient slack for my limited movement in the cage I couldn’t pull them through the ring. The other ends She fitted to three electro-stim units (which I had previously converted to run from mains via a transformer plug). She plugged these into three plug-in programmable timer switches. These switches can be programmed to come on and off at certain times of the day and are intended for use when going on holiday to turn lights on and off, giving the impression that someone is home.
They have another program which Mistress has used several times. They can be set to switch on for as little as one second or as long as ninety-nine hours and also switch off for any duration in between. These She plugged into an extension lead which she fed out of the barred cell door and plugged into a fourth programmable time plugged into a wall socket, with the display covered up.
“It’s time for the rest of your Christmas surprise,” Mistress chuckled with a sparkle in Her eyes.
Mistress continued with increasing enthusiasm as She detailed Her plans for my imprisonment and torture.
“I am going to spend Christmas with my family while you – disgusting little cunt – will remain here locked up, being periodically shocked by these electrical units which are all set to the highest setting. These three timers that the units are connected to are set to turn on and off at various intervals. I’ve attached a condom catheter to your pin-dick and connected it to the drainage bag on your right thigh. I know that you can climax from electrical torture to your little worm but you should try not to because when I return you will eat all of your filth that’s in the condom or bag. The timer plugged into the wall socket will supply power to the other three timers for varying durations over the next day or two.”
Mistress noticed the shocked look in my eyes at this and laughed as She told me – “My note said that you would be spending Christmas here, it didn’t say I would. Did you really think I would spend Christmas with a worthless piece of shit like you? And Yes – I did say “day or two.” I shall be staying tonight at my sister’s house and if I’m having a good time I shall stay over Boxing Night as well.
So you will be all alone, in the dark, until at least tomorrow afternoon and quite possibly the next day as well. you’re such a fat pig that a day or two without food will do you no harm. you will need fluids though, so I have generously filled this bowl with water flavoured with my Champagne. you will be able to suck liquid through My panties, you disgusting little pervert, but drink sparingly because when I get back you will consume everything that is in the condom or catheter bag, whether it’s piss or cum. By now you probably realise why I ordered you to clean yourself out and forbade you to eat – that electric plug in your arse won’t be coming out until I get back!”
Mistress knelt down so that Her face was almost on a level with mine before speaking Her next words, which She uttered with a malevolent relish.
“But it doesn’t end here. Oh No, this is just the beginning! You’ve said repeatedly that you want to be completely owned by and be under my absolute control, and that is what is going to happen. By this time next year you will be my complete, permanent slave – 24 hours a day and 365 days of the year for the rest of your miserable life, which you will live out in pain, suffering and degradation solely for my amusement. I shall have you pierced and tattooed, and I shall brand you myself as my property. You will have no purpose in life other than to serve me, and I will arrange matters so that you will have no practical choice because your only alternative would be even worse.
“In case you hadn’t noticed I fitted a smaller chastity device on you today – consider it my Christmas Present to you. Since you will NEVER fuck anyone ever again you have no need of a cock, not that yours was anything to write home about anyway. In a few months I shall replace this device with an even smaller one, which I may never let you out of. Any orgasms I may grant you from now on will be ruined and only after you have suffered considerable pain.”
While Mistress had been connecting the electrical apparatus and revealing Her plans for me She had been leisurely smoking a cigarette, flicking the ash into the bowl containing my drink. She now spat in my face and threw the still-lit butt into the bowl. Standing up She stepped outside the inner cell and locked the door. She dropped the key into a tin that already contained all the padlock keys, and switched on the wall socket that the fourth timer was plugged into.
Her eyes sparkled with lust as She continued: “Just think, slave. After I close the outer cell door and turn off the lights you will spend your Christmas all alone chained up in the dark with only my cold piss to drink, being periodically shocked on your cock and balls and in your arse. I am the only person on the planet who knows where you are and what’s happening to you. If you look up you will see a video camera on a small tripod just inside this part of your cell. I shall leave a very dim light on and the camera has a low-light mode. This will provide a live stream so that I can watch your suffering on my phone whenever I wish.
“I intend to enjoy a wonderful Christmas with my family, made all the sweeter by the knowledge of what I’ve done to you. I can feel myself getting wet now just thinking about it. You should be happy knowing that even though you are an insignificant piece of shit you can still give your Owner some pleasure.
“It’s just after ten thirty now, and I have a two hour drive to my sister’s. Merry Christmas bitch!”
With that Mistress took the tin containing the keys, spun on the ball of her foot and stepped through the outer doorway, slamming the metal outer cell door shut. I heard the two bolts being thrust home and the door being locked. I couldn’t hear anything else but a few seconds later the lights went off. It was almost completely dark except for a very faint light that Mistress had left on so that She could watch my suffering on camera. I was completely helpless and totally alone. I could move about slightly in the cage, but I couldn’t move it away from the wall and I couldn’t pull the leads out of the e-stim units.
Thinking about what Mistress Chanelle had promised for my future, and Her obvious relish at the prospect of my suffering, I started to get as hard as I was able in this smaller chastity cage. I couldn’t get my hands to my cock to try and get some form of stimulation. A few seconds later that was the last thing on my mind as searing pain went through my balls. Obviously one of the timers plugged into the mains had switched on.
Over the next I-don’t-know-how-many hours I was repeatedly shocked in my cock, balls and arse. The timer controlling each e-stim unit was programmed differently so that sometimes only one unit came on, sometimes two of them and sometimes all three together, all for different durations. Every so often I would get an all too brief respite when the timer plugged into the wall socket turned off the power to the other three. Mistress had set the timer on my cock perfectly, I came soooo close to climaxing several times but then the power went off just before I could cum.
After a while I was a gibbering wreck. I couldn’t think straight. I screamed with pain through the panties and gag, which was beyond anything Mistress had done to me before. I had no way of telling the time and I had no idea how long I would have to endure this before my beautiful, sadistic Mistress Chanelle would return to release me.
Chanelle · Part 2 (2/2)
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