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part 3
I have to leave, the whole scene is exciting me too much and I have to do something about it. Some scenes keep playing over and over in my head. I feel so strong dominating such big guy. I find it hard to believe that he has submitted to me (like he has a choice). I really can't believe it. I put my hand in my pants and start to finger myself over and over again. I am so very wet, wetter then I have ever been. I can't believe I am able to bring myself to three climaxes. This is getting me more than I would ever dream about. But I have to be careful; don't let the power overwhelm me or I may end up doing the same as Nicolas did to his women.
After a cold drink of water I take a long hot shower and change my clothes. I had to get out of my leather outfit; it was too hot for me. I choose this time, cotton. Tight jeans and a wide, white blouse are my choices. On my belt I attach the same whip he has felt the bite of before. I head back down the basement.
When I come in to his ‘apartment', he stirs at the sounds I make. I hear unintelligible curses coming from him. I go over close to him.
“ There is a stud hanging on my wall and I need to see his whole body,” I whisper in his ear. “These clothes won't do, they must go.” I walk over to a shelf and take a pair of scissors out. I walk back and snip the scissors closed it makes a snapping sound and Nicolas jumps in his bounds. I let the scissors run up and down his face and his throat. And then with one cut I slice trough his shirt. “Ah at last I can see your nipples, they are beautiful, I have some nice jewellery waiting for them, and mmmmmm let me taste them.” I start to suck on his nipples. He moans into his gag and tries to shift away, but he can't move and I have his nipple right in my mouth. I suck and bite on it and his nipple is getting stiff and his moans are of pleasure this time. I laugh at how hard I have made his nipples and start cutting his pant legs one at a time. I shred his pants and tear off the tattered pieces. Finally he is standing in his boxers, socks and shoes. I start laughing at the sight of his boxers; they are red with little cupids on them. I never saw a grown man wear this kind of boxer in my life. “Alright we have to cut them also”, and I teasingly run the scissors up and down his cock, visible inside his boxers. With a few snips of the scissors his boxers fall in shreds to the floor. The last things I have to remove are his socks and shoes and even these I cut through. I already had his wallet with his credit cards, identification, driver's licence and money already put away along with his apartment keys. I have plans for them later.
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I feel cold and my body aches in the constraints. A few times I dozed off into a fitful sleep but the cuffs and collar cut in my flesh and denied me any comfort of sleep. I lost track of time a long time ago – at least that I am sure off – and my hunger and thirst have not lessened but the acute craving has worn off. Likewise my feelings have blunted although a subconscious rage occasionally engulfs me. Anger about my humiliating state flushes through my veins and heats my shivering body with a feverish hate for that filthy, double-dealing bitch that puts me through this ordeal. I tense my muscles and pull at the bonds that keep me in check. But they are sturdy and there is no way that I can see a weak link in the system due to the blindfold, nor can I make myself heard to cry, curse, or plead for mercy or for help with the gag and the soundproof walls. Then despair about the hopelessness of the situation raises its head and the anger gives way to an instinctive fear of what she might do to me and uncontrollable panic occupies me. Cold sweat breaks out and my strained muscles cramp in a state of terror. This leaves me drained of vital resources that I need for survival and my despondency grows darker and darker…
I startle when she opens the door and despite my fatigue and against my counsel I swear at her in rage. But the gag makes my words unintelligible and I feel that she is indifferent to it. No, she likes this as I sense her femininity close to me. She knows she is in control and taunts me about this with her jeers.
I am at her mercy and she tells me that she wants to see my naked body. She goes to fetch something and I hear the snips of a scissor when she comes back. I jolt and tense in my bonds when I think what she can do to me with those. She chuckles and runs the cold steel over my face and throat. My mouth goes dry with fear in complete contrast to the amusement that radiates from her. I feel how she cuts away my shirt. She painfully reveals my exposed state when she preys on my nipples. She tells me that she will pierce them – God forbid – then cups my nipple. I try to move away in a futile attempt to protect me. I try to restrain me when she keeps sucking on it but my nipples get hard anyway. Even my cock stiffens but my arousal is tempered when she bites hard on it. I moan and cry but my sounds are stifled by the gag.
She laughs at me, then clips away my trousers. She laughs heartily at my red silk boxer with cupids that I put on in a romantic whim for our encounter. How little did I know then and I feel belittled and betrayed by her. But she runs the scissors teasingly over my crotch and cock after which she removes the boxer, my socks and shoes so that I am stark-naked and fully exposed. I thought that I could not be embarrassed more but now I fear what shame she further may heap onto me…
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I run my hands over his tan muscular naked body. My fingers wander through his hairy chest. They drop down through his hairy legs and come to a stop in the dark bird's nest that surrounds his semi-hard cock. “ That's got to go, I want your body smooth and soft” I whisper hot in his ear as I pull a few pubic hairs out by their roots. Nicolas screams into his gag in pain but I ignore it and continue to whisper in his ear,” You have a great body but you need to work out more, the muscles have to be bigger, and you have to get rid of that belly there is too much fat for my taste. I think I will put you on a diet.” Angry noises of protest come from Nicolas as I walk away to a shelf.
“Shaving time”, I announce with a laugh. I think it would be great fun to run a straight razor over his body but I don't want to spend that much time and have to worry about sudden movements from him. He could get really damaged. Maybe later when he is better trained I think as I reach for a bottle of Nair and decide to take the easy way out. Now I must get him safely over to the shower area.
When Nicholas was bound to the wall he was actually locked into half a stock and the stock was attached securely to the wall but could be quickly released through a spring-loaded mechanism that could be activated by the simple pull of a lever. All that was needed was to lock in the front part of the stocks and he could be released from the wall while still in bondage. The neck part of the stocks was very tight around his throat, almost choking him. Perfect. I locked the front to the back with a pad lock. Now for his legs.
I put a hobble chain between his ankles. Now I pull the lever to free him from the wall. I use his cock for leash and I pull him with me toward the shower area. His hobble chain is too short, he can barely walk, and I decide to add a few links to the chain. When Nicolas feels one of his feet come free, he kicks at me and I fall and hit the basement floor hard. I am back on my feet immediately and start hitting him wildly with my whip. “That's not a wise thing to do”, I tell him. “I was making walking easier for you but now it will be much more difficult, instead of adding two links I'll remove two links and you will have to walk with this hobble chain for a long time. I am really pissed at you.” My whip has raised welts all over his body. My anger has subsided. He is still again. “Don't make me hurt you any more then I want to. “ You will be still or you will feel pain like never before”. I laugh to myself, ‘you are going to feel pain like never before anyway'. I take two links out of the chain and put it back on his cuff again with no further trouble from Nicholas. Now walking is really difficult for him, he has to shuffle and it takes a lot of time to get to the shower.
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Her hands run over my body, trailing over my breast and stomach until they come to rest in the tuft of hair above my still half erected cock. She comes close to me, telling that she will remove my body hair, then tears a handful of hair. I scream in agony but she just ignores my pain and says that she will put me on a diet and have me to work out to shape my body to her liking, as if she owns me as a mere toy for her pleasure. And of course I know she does but I shall not give in to that bleak prospect, she'll experience that, I vow to myself. I swear at her in protest although that is of no use except to let her know that I will not subjugate myself meekly.
But she is not impressed. She laughs and goes away to fetch something. When she returns she releases part of the bonds with a single action. I am curious how she did that and whether I could have operated it likewise when I had not been blindfolded. Although my arms and neck are still locked tightly with the iron cuffs to the bars, my legs are free and I can get some movement. I move hesitantly, glad that I can ease my tense muscles a bit. With this flicker of regained freedom, my mind already races over a possibility for escape. Yet, before I can make a move, my ankles are cuffed and linked by a chain that restrains my movements. She grabs my cock and pulls me behind her. I shuffle awkwardly because of the short chain and a loss of coordination after the prolonged confinement in the dark and the strain the bonds put on my muscles. I falter and I feel her halt. She stoops in front me and she detaches the chain from one of the ankle cuffs. This is my chance! I kick with all my remaining powers at her. She screams as she falls over. I am disoriented for a moment about where the door may be, then decide to kick out again at her first to immobilise her for certain. I pose my body to balance myself but in that second she gets to her feet and leashes out at me with the whip. The first blow is not hard but it upsets my thoughts for a second after which they are lost completely in the storm of fierce blows that rains down on me. She yells at me. I cannot protect myself in any manner and the whip rips my flesh that burns with her fury. When she stops my mind is a void that is only filled with pain. When she stops I am grateful for the respite and I meekly accept that she links the chain to the cuff again. But she punishes me by putting me on a shorter leash than before and I can only wriggle behind her but she pulls me forth remorselessly…
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I pull down a chain dangling from the shower's ceiling and I connect it to the D-ring on the backside of his collar. He has to stand on his tiptoes now.
I slowly smear Nair all over his body including his head. He has to submit to me and lose that macho pride he has. Taking all his hair will be a great start. When he is properly trained I may allow some of it to grow back.
He must stand there on his tiptoes while the Nair does its work. In the meantime I start playing with his cock. I caress him very slow and soft and I watch him get bigger. At full length it's a nice uncut 9-inch cock, just the cock I was dreaming about. He starts to moan and when my strokes grow faster and harder I can tell he is getting into it. He even starts to buck with his hips. I know when it is time to stop, just at the moment he is about to cum, and I stop. His cock is twitching and bucking in the air as sounds of frustrations come from behind the gag. I laugh, “ You really think I'd let you cum? No way, your cumming days are over for a while. You have to earn that right, if you behave well, maybe you will get to cum, maybe not.” I start stroking again and he moans soft pleadingly sounds into his gag. I bring him almost to orgasm that way a couple of times and his dick is begging for release now.
I start to wash away the Nair with cold water and his hair starts to slide off of his body. Several times the drain clogs with his hair. Once I have rinsed all the hair from his body he is as smooth as a newborn baby. I love it this way. Even his bald head is nice. I let him dry in the air and there are Goosebumps all over his body. He starts to shiver from the cool basement air. His cock is shrivelled back and I tell him to piss while he can. After that I start to stroke him again. And in no time he stands at attention again and I let him go just when he is about to shoot his load. I get aroused at his moaning and I think of him licking me to orgasm.
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When she stops she links a chain to the collar that leaves me standing on my toes. She applies a lotion all over my body and head. Eventually, her hands smooth with lotion come to rest on my dick. She strokes me and I get aroused against my wish but I cannot command my body anymore. She kneads my cock harder and faster and I feel my cock pulsating and the movement spreads like wildfire to my groins…
But just before I can ejaculate she stops and she belittles me by saying that I would not be allowed to come until I had deserved that. She starts over and over again but always stopping before I reach my climax. My crotch is on fire and I need to release myself but she dampens my appetite when she hoses me down with cold water. I feel the strands of hair from my head slide down my belly and back. What did she put on me for fucks sake?! I am angry about this new humiliation that leaves me bald and naked…
When she is done, my wet body is exposed to the cold air and I shiver. She grabs my dick and tells me to piss. I try hard and although I do have to pee urgently it takes a while for me to conquer the shame. Again, the bitch start to work on my cock but I know that there will be no satisfaction to be gained from that for me…
*****
I take him to the center of the ‘apartment' and I command him to kneel. He stands there proud and defiant. He is not going to obey my command. “I told you to kneel, you better do this now on your own and submit, because I have other ways to make you kneel”, I tell him with a stern voice. He is really not a wise one; being stubborn this way is getting him in a lot of trouble. “ I will say it once again, kneel down right now”. I sigh, I have to do something about this, and it's going to be a few hard days for him. But I have to break him quick and then build up the way I want him. I pull him down on his knees by his ears. He moans and fights back but I am stronger this time. I push him on his back and decide to do something about his proud behaviour. I take from the shelf a pot of glue and two little blocks with little spikes on them. I take his feet and smear them with the special body epoxy I have. I glue the little blocks, with the spikes towards his feet on to his feet. The glue is a special one; it was made to adhere things to the body for long periods of time. Only an application of an epoxy remover will release the blocks that are now glued to his feet.
I pull him back on to his feet and he now knows what I have just done to him. The blocks won't allow him to stand very long. His feet can't take the severe pain the blocks cause. I keep him standing for a while by gripping his balls tightly. I look at him and he is starting to shift from one foot to the other. His feet start to ache and he makes whinny moaning sounds behind the gag; tears roll down his cheeks. “Okay you may kneel now,” I tell him as I let go of his balls. With a sigh of relief he falls to his knees. “You have to wear these ‘shoes' for a while”, I tell him. I want to see some better results from you before I decide to remove them.
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She leads me with my shamefully erected cock to another place where she tells me to kneel. I do not wish to comply to her command this time. She must know that I am still strong and able to withstand her. She orders me to do so several times but I do not waver. When she grabs my ears I regret my decision. I struggle but I have to give in ultimately and kneel on the floor. I know she is upset and that I will pay for it but I do not want to tolerate her domination that easily. She kicks me over so I am on my back, then walks away. When she returns, she put sticky stuff on the soles of my feet and glues some pointy things to them. She grabs the collar and helps me on my feet. A surge of pain springs from my feet. Spikes dig into my flesh and I try everything to get the weight from my feet. Please, let me kneel, I beg, but the gag makes my words unintelligible. The sadistic cunt grabs my balls and has me hanging upright to them. I shift my weight from one foot to the other so to relieve the pain, if only momentarily. I cannot bear this. I moan and start crying. I do not want to succumb to her and I am angry with my own weakness and at that bitch. She lets me kneel now and I comply eagerly. But she tells me that the blocks will stay glued to me for a while to teach me a lesson or two…
*****
“Lets see if you learned anything yet. You have to keep still and don't say a word now”. I release his gag. “Water”, he whispers with a croaking voice and I comply, I give him a sip of water. I wait, and let him recover a bit. But then his stubbornness is coming back. He starts to shout at me one more time. “ Stupid bitch! This is not over yet, when I get my hands on you, you will regret all the things you did to me, I can ......................” I put a ring gag in his mouth this time to make him shut up again. “This time it has to stay in here for at least a month, I tell him. I can feed you trough the ring and you can lick me. Stick out your tongue”, I command. He is surprised by my action and his tongue is out before he realises that he obeyed. I take the tip of his tongue and put a clamp on it. I make it tight, he starts to moan in pain and tries to pull his tongue back through the ring, but because of the clamp he can't get his tongue inside his mouth and it's sticking out through his ring gag. “Yes, you're right, there is no way you can put it back inside your mouth, I want to see that dirty tongue of yours, and its a good exercise for your tongue muscles.
I take his ears and I pull his mouth into my pussy. “I want you to lick me to orgasm now”, I command and he tries but with the clamp on his tongue it won't work. “Then use your nose,” I moan and I start to ride on his nose and pull and push him by his ears. And it feels great. I come in ten seconds and this orgasm is the most intense one I ever had.
I want to go upstairs again because I am still to angry at him and I decide to let him in the center of the room. I pull his balls trough a little cuff and tighten it. Then I take the chain that anchored into the floor and padlock it to the D- ring on the ball cuff. The chain gives him a little space he can lay down or kneel. I show him the bucket to piss or take a crap in. And then I leave him. As I close the door to the hidden ‘apartment' I look back at him and sigh, he is really something and I am going to have a lot of fun training him. Look at him there, his feet with a too small hobble chain and kneeling blocks attached. He has a clamp on his tongue. His head and hands still in the stocks and he can't see anything because of the blindfold. What a beautiful sight. I lock the door with a smile.
*****
On my knees I sit in front of her. I feel her hands at the back of my head and how she undoes the buckle of the gag. When she takes the gag out, I gulp for air. My throat is parched and I beg for water. I am allowed a sip and its coolness revives me. With it, I regain some of my strength and obstinacy. I muster my strength in anger and swear at her, trying to let her see her wrongs. But there is no mercy, no understanding. The ball gag is replaced by a contraption with a ring that keeps my mouth open. I am told to endure this for a month, thus disabling my speech for that period! But I can be fed through it and I can stick out my tongue so I can lick her. Right, I think, believe it yourself. But in an unguarded moment I stick out my tongue when told to and before I realise what I have done, she places a clamp on it. It pierces into the sensitive flesh and my tongue is extended past its normal length. I try to pull it in but the clamp cannot pass the ring and pain and cramp in the base of my tongue raise my agony…
I hear her undo her belt and unzip her pants. I bow my head in despair but she grabs me and pulls me by the ears towards her crotch. She tells me to lick her and I feel and taste the metallic tang of her vagina but the movements of my tongue are restricted by the clamp. I sense her disappointment but she trusts me hard into her crotch. She smothers me and rides against me. She rubs me against my nose and she climaxes in no time. Her anger is unleashed and she shouts abuse at me. Then she lets me go. Although her anger is still palpable, her movements are controlled and efficient. I feel how I am chained by my balls to the floor. She pushes a bucket towards me to pee and shit into. I hope I can find it when I need to because I have little slack to move around, let alone the spiked blocks, and my legs are tied together by the chain. I feel the coarseness of the concrete floor of the cell dig into my knees and the coldness permeate my naked body. I am deeply humiliated without cloths and chained like a dog to the floor without any bedding and with pain spreading through my tongue and from the welts that lacerate my body. I await what she will bring down on me again but relax slightly in the confinement of the cell and blindfold when I hear her sigh and open and close the door. I ease my body onto the floor but knock over the bucket while doing so. I swear as I shall now have to soil the floor and I know that I shall pay for that mistake. Exhausted I close my eyes behind the fold and fall into a restless sleep...
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