Downward Spiral

by Patrick Richards

  At 2:20 I reluctantly walked in the door and was greeted by the receptionist.

  “If you’ll just fill out these two forms, Mr. Roberts, we can get started,” she said.

  They took just a couple of minutes. One was basic personal information, and the other was a combination consent and liability waiver. Moments later I was in a small dressing room getting naked. I was given a very short robe to wear while getting out on the table.

  I stood there and waited just a couple of minutes before a good looking woman about thirty walked in wearing pink scrubs.

  “Hi, Mr. Roberts. I’m Phyllis, and I will be doing your procedure today. We’ve scheduled enough time to do one entire side of your body. In a few days we’ll do the other side. It’s nice that you have dark hair, because the results come out a lot better. Now, there’s no reason to be embarrassed. I’m seen lots of men’s genitals before. So why don’t you take off your robe and climb up on the table. Lie on your back, and we’ll do the front side first.”

  She handed me some special glasses to protect my eyes and continued. “Your wife specifically requested that we remove all the hair on your body except your eye brows and scalp. Is that correct?

  “Yes, Miss.”

  “I see you shave it all, but that must be a pain in the ass, isn’t it?”

  “Yea, it takes a lot of extra time in the shower every morning.”

  “I’m glad you followed our instructions and left just a little bit of stubble for the last couple of mornings. The light follows the hair shaft down to the follicle and destroys it. It takes a few sessions, but after five of six times you’ll be ‘as bare as a baby’s bottom’ as the saying goes. There’s no pain to this procedure, but you may have a type of sunburn for a couple of days. Use a good after-sun lotion when you get home, but don’t apply any on the day you return.”

  Then she started in doing my facial whiskers, before working a definite pattern down my chest and then my underarms. She continued and never really stopped talking. Then she got to the main question, “Why does your wife want you hairless?”

  I knew that would come up and decided that I would tell her the truth.

  “Well, my wife is also my Mistress. I am her slave. It is my duty to do whatever she asks, wait on her continually and make her happy. You see I get off on bondage and discipline.”

  “You mean whips and chains sort of stuff?”

  “You’ve got it.”

  “Holy fuck… I’ve heard of things like that, but I never believed it was true. Does your wife tie you up and whip you?”

  “Of course. When I break any of her rules or do something wrong, I get punished.”

  “How does she punish a grown man?”

  “With a paddle or a whip.”

  “You mean you let her whip or paddle you willingly.”

  “Sure, it excites me. It may hurt like hell, but I’m proud of the welts and black and blue marks when she’s done.”

  “Unbelievable,” she said while shaking her head back and forth.

  We continued to chat, as she continued to fry off every hair she could find. As she worked on my pubic area, she lifted my cock with her fingers and moved it to the right.

  “So, do you get to use this beauty?”

  “Yea, on a very regular basis. Sex is great!”

  “Spread your legs, so I can get around the boys.”

  I did as she asked but started to get hard when she was working on my balls, trying to remove every hair. My cock continued to grow until I was totally erect.

  “I’m sorry Mistress. I mean Phyllis.”

  “That’s okay.”

  “I think I understand but don’t worry about it. All guys get hard when a woman handles their junk.” Then she thought for a minute. “A cock like this isn’t junk. I just didn’t know what to call it.”

  “Oh, there are so many words – penis, cock, dick, prick, manhood, organ, junk…. It makes no difference, does it? In Spanish the penis is called pene. A cock is a cazzo in Italian and a polla in Spanish. But no matter what you want to call it, its whole reason for existence is to please a woman.”

  “Wow! Is that your entire role in life – to please a woman?”

  “Of course. Is there anything else?”

  “I guess not. I can’t imagine having a man whose only mission is pleasing me. Do you do the laundry? Yea, I even do windows. I’m joking, but my Mistress doesn’t have to do anything. I do all the house work, take care of the yard and anything else she desires.”

  “You mean, if I whipped your ass, you’d do all of that for me?”

  “I’m sorry, I can’t. My Mistress owns me. I can only serve her.”

  “Well, if she ever decides that she doesn’t want to play your little game, come find me.”

  “It’s not a game, but if she ever tires of having a slave, I might just look you up.”

  “I probably shouldn’t say anything, but this talk seems to be turning me on just a little. Maybe I should just finish doing your legs.”

  I laughed a little. “Don’t be embarrassed about your feelings. Women were meant to rule over men. Look at history. Men will do anything to get a little pussy. It’s what we were destined to do. And when we finally get it, we are controlled by it.

  “I remember in the seventh grade. I got a hard-on every second period study hall. Maybe it was the little blond who sat across from me in the next row. She had the cutest tits in the entire class. They weren’t big, like Carol Schmidt’s; they were absolutely perfect. I’d get hard as her firm, budding, little nipples would stick right out there in plain sight. I would have given my right nut just to see her naked.”

  “Your right nut? This one here,” she joked, as she grabbed hold of my testicle.

  “Well, that’s just a figure of speech. I mean I would have done almost anything to see her bare breasts.”

  “So, what was her name?” Phyllis asked.

  “Barbara.”

  “Did you ever date her?”

  “No, she only dated the jocks.”

  “Okay, just one more leg, and we’re done for the day.”

  Lilly continued removing the hair on my body, as we continued to talk.

  “So, if I whipped your ass and let you lick my pussy, would you do all those things for me?”

  “I told you before. She owns me. I only serve my Mistress.”

  “I understand, and I respect your loyalty. Not many men are like that today.”

  Before long, she finished. My entire front side was lasered. She rubbed the entire area down with a soothing lotion before letting me leave. We had another appointment the following Monday at the same time.

  On the way home Margo called.

  “So how’d it go?”

  “Okay, I guess. She did the entire front side.”

  “Good. Don’t start dinner. I’m going to be late. We’ve got to make some changes before court tomorrow. Alex is ordering in pizza, so stop somewhere and grab dinner or whatever you want. See you later. Love ya.”

  I went home, sliced up a little pepperoni and cheese and fixed a drink. I spent the rest of the time on the computer reading stories on my favorite porn site.

  Tuesday was uneventful until later in the afternoon when I had to get my first piercing. When I arrived, Brad was waiting. Well actually he was on the phone with Margo. She wasn’t able to make it but had some specific instructions for him.

  “Tom?” he asked, as he extended his hand. “Let’s go into the back, and we’ll get this over with in just a few minutes. Prince Albert’s are simple and pretty much painless.”

  Before long I was naked from the waist down and seated in a gynecological type chair with my legs apart.

  He wiped the end of my cock with an antiseptic before speaking. “I’m going to put a surgical gel on the inside of your urethra and then push a small cutter through it.”

  Suddenly I felt a sharp pain, but it was over just that fast.

  “Now I’ll put in a ring, and you’re all se
t. See that wasn’t that bad was it? Here are instructions about proper care. Follow them, and it will heal rather quickly. I’d refrain from sex for at least a week. Okay?”

  “No problem. I’ll see you again, I’m sure.”

  “So am I. Thanks.”

  By Friday night we were both ready for some fun.

  “There’s something in the garage that I want you to see, babe,” she told me with a big grin. “I think you’ll like it, so go up and get undressed before I show you. It was delivered today.”

  When we walked into the garage, I immediately saw a large shipping crate.

  With glee in her eye she said, “Go ahead. Get your hammer and open it.”

  When I pulled off some of the boards, I realized it was a steel cage, just big enough to hold me.

  “Well?” she asked.

  “I like it. I really do. Are you going to put me in it tonight?”

  “Of course. You want to try it out, don’t you?”

  Immediately I picked all of the parts of the crate and put them next to the overhead doors.

  “Are we going to leave it right here?” I asked.

  “No, I think we’ll put in the shed out in the yard for now. We can roll it out there with these wheels. They just snap in and snap out. But before we move it, go get the steel cuffs we bought.”

  I immediately started back into the house.

  “Oh, bring out the collars for both your neck and your balls. After all, can’t have you too comfy, can we?”

  I rolled the cage out to the shed. The wrist and ankle shackles were locked on as well as the collar and ball strap.

  “Now, get down and back into your little abode.”

  As quickly as I was inside, she closed the door and locked it. There was no getting out now.

  “Ankles back and touching the bars,” she demanded.

  Immediately the rings on the leg cuffs were padlocked to rings on the back of the cage. Likewise my wrists were secured to the front corners, leaving me secured on my hands and knees. From a ring on each side of the collar, short chains were locked to the upper front corners of the cage. That just left my balls, and I could only imagine what she had in mind for them.

  Using short wed straps, one was attached to each side of the ball ring. Each strap was pulled around the steel posts on the back of the cage and connected to a ratchet device. She pulled both straps tight, forcing me to lean back against the collar, but it wasn’t enough. When I moaned from the strain on my nuts, she used the ratchet. After several clicks my balls were stretched back between my legs.

  “How’s that, slave?”

  “It’s a little tight, Mistress.”

  “Are you in pain?”

  “Just about.”

  “Well, that’s not good enough then,” she laughed, as the ratchet clicked several more times.

  “Ah – h… please.”

  “Just about there.”

  Then I heard three more clicks. I thought she was going to rip my balls off. I realized that with the collar and all the rest of the cuffs, there was no way to relieve the hideous strain on my balls.

  “So do you like your cage and how I have you fixed for the evening, slave?”

  I knew what I had to say to please her.

  “I love the cage, Mistress. Thank you for thinking about my needs and doing these things for me. You know how much I love it.”

  “You pour it on a little thick, but you really like a little pain, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Good… let’s give you a little more tonight then,” she chuckled, giving the ratchet two more clicks.”

  “Oh fuck!”

  “Have fun. I’ll check on you later, and when I do, you’ll know I’ve been here. There are so many more wonderful and painful things I can do to you.”

  “I don’t think I need anything more, Mistress.”

  “Oh, come on. You know it turns you on.”

  She just laughed and left the shed, closing the door and locking it securely behind her.

  Immediately I knew that this position was going to be rather difficult to endure. Sure, my balls were being slowly stretched beyond their limits, and my knees were right on the solid steel floor. This was not going to be good.

  I tried to move but found it totally impossible. Other than wiggling my fingers, everything else was out of the question, so I worked on finding that hidden place in my mind that would let me tolerate my predicament. It didn’t work. All I could do was concentrate on my centers of my pain.

  My balls were the worse. The pain in my overly stretched nuts totally dominated my mind. After a while I thought I heard a car door. Another time I heard voices, but no one showed up to check on me. I wonder who could have been out there talking. Maybe one her friends stopped over for a glass of wine. Julie and Jackie often do that.

  Finally I heard keys in the lock. Being almost totally dark in the shed, the light made me instantly close my eyes.

  “I see you haven’t escaped yet,” she said with a grin.

  “Please, Mistress….”

  “You know that you aren’t supposed to speak. That just cost you.”

  She took something from off a shelf before kneeling down. She unlocked my cage and shoved a ball gag in my mouth, buckling it tight behind my head.

  “That should help you keep out of trouble,” she said as she added a blindfold to the mix.”

  “E – n – n ....”

  “Yes, I have another surprise for you.”

  I heard her behind me and hoped she wasn’t going to stretch my balls any further. I don’t think I could take it. What happened was just as bad.

  I felt something slick being rubbed on my ass bud. Instantly it felt like a blow torch was being held against it. But she wasn’t done. Then I felt something being pushed against my hole.

  “Oh shit,” I mumbled to myself.

  With no foreplay or proper stretching she shoved a large butt plug deep into my asshole. It too was coated with the fiery lube. It was terrible, and I couldn’t expel it no matter how I tried.

  “I won’t be back for a while, but this should give you something to think about for a while,” she said as she added two more clicks to the ratchet.

  “N – n – a – a – n…,” I screamed.

  As she locked the door again, I’m sure I heard some else besides my Mistress outside the shed. I wondered who it could be.

  Margo didn’t return for what seemed forever. The pain never ceased, but finally I heard the lock once more.

  The first thing I felt was the plug being removed. I really think it was bigger than anything she had put in there before, but with the gel she used it was hard to tell. Then she released my balls. That was pure pleasure after being stretched so far. The chains were removed from my collar and all other locks released.

  Finally the blindfold and gag were removed as she said, “Get your ass out here.”

  “I don’t think I can move Mistress.”

  “That’s your choice. You’ll spend the night in here if you’re not in the house in five minutes. After all, I have things I’d like to do other than satisfying just your needs,” she said, as she turned and walked away.

  It was difficult after what I had just endured, but I finally straightened things out and made it in time. I didn’t want to get her upset. I figured I’d had enough for one might.

  When I got into the kitchen, she asked, “Well?”

  I knew what she wanted. “Thank you, Mistress for putting me in bondage and satisfying my needs. I really enjoyed it.”

  She just laughed. “You’re such a fucking slut. I can’t believe that you really enjoyed that. I think you are lying to me.”

  “No Mistress, I wouldn’t lie to you. I really did like it.”

  “Good. That means I can do it far longer and more severely the next time. Will you like that, slave?”

  “If that’s what you want, Mistress.”

  “Well, slave, what I want tonight is to go
down to the pub and have a few drinks. Go get in the shower and clean up. You’d better be ready in twenty minutes,”

  We had several drinks and hung out for a while. When we got back home, she wanted another glass of wine. After the first sip, she sent me upstairs to the spare room. She wanted me on the spare room bed naked and ready. That meant wearing the leather cuffs with my ankles already locked in place. That really surprised me, but I eagerly did it.

  When she came up, I lay their spread eagle and waiting. She locked my wrists to the adjacent bed posts and went into our bedroom. She returned a few minutes later wearing absolutely nothing. Without a word she climbed on the bed and straddled my head with her thighs. Her pussy soon found my tongue, and I immediately worked hard to satisfy her.

  It didn’t take long for her to achieve her first orgasm. I had licked and probed every inch of her honey pot, returning quite often to her hard, little clit.

  “Oh – oh – oh God!” she screamed, as the ultimate sensation roared through her like a freight train on steroids.

  She was facing down my body in a sixty-nine position, yet she never touched me. But when she had calmed down, she slid slightly forward demanding, “Now service my other hole.”

  I licked, sucked and probed her rosebud with my tongue while she squeezed and twisted my sore nuts. They already hurt from the previous stretching and torment, but that didn’t matter to her. She took one testicle in each hand and tightened her grip, making me suck in a deep breath. The pressure increased dramatically as she pushed each thumb into my tender orbs.

  “M – m – m…,” I moaned as the pain increased. “Please, Mistress.”

  She just laughed and pushed even harder.

  “Keep worshiping my asshole, slut.”

  Eagerly I dove in deeper, hoping to ease the pain she was causing. That went on for several more minutes before she moved slightly offering her pussy once more. As I pushed my tongue into her slit, she released my balls and grasped my throbbing hard cock. She stroked it and rubbed it, bringing me closer to my own orgasm. As she approached her own pleasurable moment, she released my cock and grabbed my balls once more. As she howled in pleasure, I screamed in pain.