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He left the room for a minute guaranteeing to bring back a surprise, and cheerfully reminding me not to go anywhere. Funny guy, blinking and swallowing are about the extent of my movement right now, and Ive had to do plenty of both the past couple of hours. Gazing at the room upside down, my head hanging off the edge of the table, the taste of his cum still slightly bitter in my mouth, my mind races with the thoughts and memories of the evenings earlier events. I remember the tight slutty skirt I had worn being pulled up around my waist. Being told to bend over and grab my ankles. Trying to balance that way on impossibly high heels while my exposed asshole was probed, poked and fucked to the point of anal rape. Being punished for not taking my ass reaming like a good whore. Counting off the strokes of the braided leather horse whip as is bit into the soft skin of my ass. Crying, losing count, having to start over, getting extra strokes until it was finally over. Feeling his hand, surprisingly gently rubbing my hot sore butt afterwards, telling me softly my ass would be beautiful in a couple of hours when the welts and bruises had ripened.

I allowed myself to get into this, wanted it actually. Its a little late for recanting and second thoughts at this point. Conscious, but not terribly alert I seem to have slipped into the so-called sub-zone as the cheap BDSM novels and web-sites call it. I was never terribly sure what that meant, but think Im starting to get the concept. Allowing someone you trust to take total control of your body, giving it to him until you both feel he owns it. No longer thinking so much as reacting. A complete awareness of every nerve in my body. I feel every coil of the tight ropes around my wrists and ankles. Feel the throbbing of the pulse in my wrists where I pulled the lines even tighter with struggling. The feeling of cool air on my pussy and asshole, still wet and gaping. The ache in my nipples, the crackling of hardened wax all over, and dull throbbing from the welts still swelling on my ass. Lying there, tied spread eagle to a table top, open wider than the gates of hell, I wait for the man to return.

I recalled being bent lengthwise over a sawhorse, wrists and ankles tied to each of its legs, the center piece of lumber digging into my chest and belly, my tits hanging down. Tight clamps on each nipple with a chain connecting them. Before clamping my tits, he had run the chain through the handle of a two gallon plastic bucket. The bucket hung several inches from the floor, my nipples stretched tight. Standing in front of me, he aimed his huge cock, and started releasing a long stream of piss into the bucket. Now I understood why he had been swigging on a bottle of water the whole time. He pissed like a racehorse, the bucket getting heavier and heavier, pulling my nipples thin and taut. While the tormenting sensation in my nipples was making me moan and shake, I remember the surprising feeling the hot tongue on my clit.

A few moments of useless pleading, hesitating for a minute, then taking a deep breath and plunging my face into the pail. Groping along the bottom, searching for the key with my tongue, finally grasping it in my teeth, coming up with it. Gasping, sputtering, piss in my nose and mouth, hair soaked and plastered over my dripping face. Feeling completely degraded as he took the key from my lips and let me free. I was recalling how he had then bound me spread to the table in my present position and ravished my mouth like a whores pussy when he came back into the room. Enjoy your little rest slut?

Tape? What the hell is he up to now? My mind started racing wondering at the possibilities. I didnt have to wonder long. He reached for his bundle of wire, and soon I felt the cold metallic sensation of a bare wire laid directly on my clit, then taking medical tape, he firmly secured it in place. I started to yell. This is enough, STOP RIGHT NOW

He then held up another wire for me to see. It was a regular cord, with a normal plug on the end. Ready to plug into a wall receptacle. Oh my god! I started to pull, thrash and struggle so hard rope burns dug into my wrists and knees. I began to have serious doubts about trusting this man. No, no!I screamed and pleaded hysterically. Are you fucking crazy? Thats too much current

I felt the dull thud as he slapped my face. Im not stupid you dumb cunt whorehe spit at me in disgust. Then speaking to me, as one would talk to a backward child he explained his idea. ÓI needed a way to step-down the current so I could torture you, not fry youhe began. Anywhere between six to twelve volts will pack quite an interesting feeling, and

My body jerking and drenched wet with sweat, I lost track of time. It could have lasted five minutes, but seemed like hours. Finally past all physical limits, I lost control of everything and felt the warm moisture as my bladder let go and I pissed myself. Hot, wet humiliating release.