By then I could start to feel the effects of the pills she gave me. I’m not sure I heard or understood everything she said. What was that stuff about rocking horses and Charley’s donkey?
I relaxed for a moment but quickly realized that something was cutting into my crotch. So I stood up on my tip toes. That worked for a couple of minutes, but my feet soon tired, and I was back down on the horse. It continued like that for quite a while, but it got to the point where I was certain the damn wedge was cutting me in half.
By leaning back and changing my position, it put the knife-like surface of the wedge directly on my asshole. I immediately leaned forward to keep anything from touching my raw swollen ass lips. Doing that again was certainly out of the question. When I leaned forward, one of my testicles got pinched in the process. So it was back to my tiptoes.
I pushed up hard with my feet and legs and stayed that way for a minute, but then I felt a muscle cramp in my calf. I tried to sit down quickly and move my leg to stop it, but the cramp had already set in. Without being able to put my foot flat of the floor and lean forward, there was no way to stop it.
“Ah – h – h – h…,” I screamed. “Get me off this fucking thing. God, my leg.”
And that how it went. There was no way out. I was up and down and back and forth, doing everything possible to escape the pain and misery of my situation.
Finally she returned. “Well I see he hasn’t thrown you yet. Riding horses is fun, isn’t it.”
“Get me off of here. Do anything else you want to me but stop this fucking pain. Please, I beg you.”
“There’s always the thumbs and big toes. Would you like to try that?”
“I don’t care. Do anything you want me, just get me off this fucking donkey.”
“Now, now now, Cunt Boi. You haven’t even given my poor donkey a chance. He never moves. He doesn’t bite, and he hasn’t thrown you yet. You have to give him a chance.”
“Mistress, please.”
She just laughed and walked away, leaving me for another hour.
During that time things just got far worse. My crotch was raw and bleeding and cramps knotted the muscles in my arches and both calves. And now my thigh muscles were taking their toll. It was driving me crazy and seemed to never end. There was no way I could endure a couple more hours on this thing.
I could see why riding the donkey in the olden days was so bad. The executioners just kept increasing the weights on the victim’s feet until they were cut in half. I expect that to happen to me in just a little while. Finally she returned.
“Help me Mistress. P – l – e – a – s – e….”
“I’m a kind and considerate person,” she explained with a sinister grin. “I’ll let you off the horse, but there will be a price to pay.”
“Anything Mistress, anything.”
“I’ll give you a choice. I can hang you up by your thumbs and big toes and then add a little bit of weight to your balls or ….”
“Stop wasting time. Get me off of here.”
“Be patient. I’m getting around to that.”
“Please…, “I begged.
“Well, there’s always the old fashion strappado. You know what that is, don’t you. I’ll hang you off the floor by your wrists tied behind you back and keep adding weights until your shoulders dislocate. Nah… let’s just stick to the thumb thing. Strappado would be too messy today.”
Slowly she lowered the horse. There was some relief in my crotch but my legs were a different story. It would take a lot of muscle relaxers and heavy massages to get those out.
“Thumbs!” she demanded.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
She just chuckled. I stuck them out.
She took a cable of sorts with three small metal blocks along the loop and put it on my thumb behind the first knuckle on both hands and pulled them tight. After having me sit down, she did the same with my big toes.
“Those keep the circulation from being cut off,” she explained. “Now lay down.”
When I did, she gathered the ends of all four cables and looped them over the hook of the winch cable. It didn’t take long, and they were all drawn close together, while the winch kept pulling me off the floor.
“No – o…, lower me back down. I don’t want to do this.”
“There’s an old saying, ‘Be careful what you wish for.’ Ever hear that before?”
I just screamed, as the hoist took me higher. I couldn’t believe how much it hurt when my entire weight was held by just four digits.
“Remember the second part of this torture?”
“No, please. No more.”
“Oh you’re so hard to please. I gave you a chance to ride my favorite pony, and you wanted to get off. But, as I remember, you said, ‘anything but the damn donkey.’ Well, this is anything. This is what you get. And in a few minutes, you’ll wish you finished your ride. That would have been easy compared to this. ‘Cause I’m going to hang more weight s on your balls than you ever can imagine. And when you thing you can take no more, I have something even more fiendish in mind. Deal with it, because you have no other choices now.”
Then Mistress Bobbi pulled another cable from her pocket. It looked similar to the ones around my thumbs and toes, but there was a drastic difference. Instead of small blocks of steel to prevent loss of blood flow, there were balls covered with vicious, razor sharp needles. She ran it up and down along my ribs to show me how miserable it was going to be.
“You don’t mind if I hang enough weight on these worthless things to rip them off, do you? Imagine how much easier life would be if they were gone? Don’t they make you want all of this? I bet when they’re gone, you’ll lose the desire to be a slave whose whole life and existence is to be used and abused and tortured. What are you going to do then? There’ll be no sexual desire to want this. You won’t crave the pain anymore. You know when you have that deep urge to get whipped and abused and then you jerk off, that desire immediately disappears in the same towel as your cum.”
Then she grabbed my nuts with one hand and looped the spiked cable around them with the other. With absolutely no mercy what so ever she yanked it tight, driving some of the thin spikes deep into my scrotum.
“M – m – m – m….”
“I think we’ll start small. This weight is just ten pounds.”
She hung it on the ring at the end of the cable and just released her grip. It dropped nearly a foot before slamming to a halt.
I screeched in pain, as it yanked on my nuts. Then I tilted my head back and focused my eyes on my thumbs and toes. It seemed like their pain just doubled.
“You know where I got this wonderful idea?” she asked.
I didn’t say a word.
“My father had left a collection of old magazines up in the attic. Heck they’re still there. I love to go up there sometimes and read those stories of the Nazis during the war, torturing some beautiful woman with perfect tits. In one called Man’s Story there was a story of a girl being hung up by her thumbs. Instead of blocks like on these cables, there were rings around her thumbs with sharp spikes turned in clear to the bone. I loved that story and even tried hanging by my own thumbs with just ropes looped around them to see what if felt like. The thumbs are strong and can easily hold your weight, but it hurts like hell, doesn’t it? Well anyway, so much for such trivia, I’ve got to check on Cheryl.”
“Your two hours starts now,” she laughed, “but I’ll be back in a while and double the weight.”
“Please, Mistress. Haven’t I suffered enough? Please release me,” I begged.
“A man can never suffer enough,” she responded, as she walked away.
The time passed very slowly, as the agony continued. My mind was clogged by the pain, as I wondered what else she would do to me. It wasn’t long before I found out. She hung another five pounder on my balls, making my torment far worse. Again she left me to my misery, but when she returned in another half hour, I wished she had
n’t.
“Does it hurt slave?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Please stop, Mistress. I can’t take it anymore.”
“But you have no choice, do you? There’s no way you can escape. There’s no way to stop the pain. No, faggot. You are going to take as much pain as I can possibly dish out. Can’t you see how much it excites me? You scream, and it tingles in my pussy and makes me so wet. When I can’t hold back anymore, I go upstairs and make Cheryl get me off with her tongue. She’s tied up on the bed waiting for me to return. It’s her duty to get me off, just like it’s your duty to get me excited. But, that’s not possible without your screams. Your pain is the trigger to my satisfaction.
“It’s difficult to find anyone who can take my brutal tortures. No one ever returns for a second time, but you will. Your Mistress will bring you back. She put a price on your body that I’m more than willing to pay. But enough of this chit chat. I’m almost ready for another round. I hope you are. See if this makes you scream.”
She held up a small black device with her hand. It had two metal prongs sticking out the top. When she pushed a button on the side, a blue arc of electricity jumped between the prongs. Then she put it down out of sight and pushed it up against my damaged ass bud. It buzzed and burned. The electricity from the cattle prod made me shake and thrash violently. I screamed until I finally passed out.
She would have none of that and brought me around with smelling salts, only to do it over again. She added more weight and repeated the cattle prod one more time. Then she went back upstairs to her own slave to get satisfied some more.
She returned after a while and approached me. I was terrified of what she might do, but she released me. I just lay on the floor in a fetal position.
“Your Mistress will be here in another couple of hours. There’s just one more thing to do before I let you go. I told you when we first started these games what I would do. Don’t you remember?”
I shook my head back and forth.
Well crawl over to that padded bench, and I’ll show you.
Before long my wrists were tied to one end of the bench and my ankles to the other. Then from a little table, she picked up a large needle and a spool of thread.
“Now, do you remember?”
I nodded my head.
“That’s right. I’m going to push your worthless little thingy up inside you and sew it shut.”
By now I realized there was no reason to beg.
I watched as she pulled a length of the course thread from the spool and threaded it through the eye of the needle. Then with her left hand she pushed my softened cock inside itself almost turning it inside out. In the center at the root of my dick, she pushed the needle through the skin. I moaned. Then on the lower side she did the same thing before pulling it tight. I hurt a little but wasn’t that bad.
“That will hold it in while I do some nice cross stitches from one side to the other.” Then she began. The needle went in and out making nice small stitches across the opening, but it wasn’t enough. She continued back across pulling each one tight. Finally she tied off the thread and clipped it close. I lay there and wept, but she was done. Finally she untied me and kicked me off the bench and onto the floor. She was disgusted that I didn’t scream.
I just lay on the concrete floor. She had broken me. All I could do is tremble and weep. I drifted in and out of consciousness, hoping Lilly would come and rescue me. Finally she did. Bobbi had cleaned me up and had me on my hands and knees when she arrived. Mistress Lilly handed her some cash, and Bobbi handed her my leash. I guess I was lucky. Most guys would have died from being treated like that.
She took me home and started to put me to bed when she noticed the stitches.
“My God! Did she cut it off?”
“No, it’s just sewed inside.”
It took her a while, but she finally cut the thread and removed all the stitches. By the time she was done, I was already asleep.
Sometime in the late morning, she helped me into the hot tub to let me soak for a while. It helped a little, but only time would make me right.
For several nights I was awaken by nightmares. I’d wake up dripping in sweat, crying and begging for her to stop, but they lessened as the days went by. Then one afternoon, Mistress suggested that I get ready to go to work. She was taking me back to the Empire.
I yelled at her. “I’m through being a hooker. Nobody is ever going to fuck me again. I’m never sucking another cock. I’m through being your slave. Now get the fuck out of here and leave me alone.”
She left and locked the door behind her. A day or so later, she returned. When she opened the door, I was kneeling on the floor with my nose pushed deep in the corner.
“What are you doing, slave?”
“Punishing myself for speaking to you that way. I’m sorry Mistress.”
“How long have you been there?”
“Most of time you’ve been gone. I’m sorry, Mistress; I really am.”
“Come on. Get up. Why don’t you go get cleaned up, and we’ll go out for lunch?”
“Are you mad at me, Mistress?”
“Yes, and a little disappointed. I took you in when Margo threw you out. You had nothing, and I provided for you. I gave you a job.”
“I appreciate that. From now on, I’ll do whatever you want. Please forgive me.”
“I’m glad you’ve had a change of heart. Now go get ready to go.”
I showered, and Lilly sat on my bed when I came out.
Stand here, so I can lock you up again. The stainless cage easily fit. I think my cock had shrunk. Once inside the screw was pushed through my piercing and cranked down tight.
“This is a new ring,” she said as she put it around my cock and balls. The other was getting loose since you’ve lost weight and things got smaller.” She locked it on with an audible click.
“Put on these sexy little panties and sit down, I’ll do your hair and help you with your make-up?”
When she was done, she laced me into a leather bustier with cups that barely covered my nipples. I ran my hands over the leather panels. I liked the feel of the soft leather. Next came a pair of tight, low-cut black short shorts and a see through white silk blouse which was left unbuttoned and tied at the bottom. A black leather choker finished my outfit. I slipped into a pair of black stilettos with four inch heels.
“God, you look hot. You make a really beautiful woman. Let’s go to lunch.”
She drove downtown and parked just off Main Street. We walked up to a high class place called Alfresco’s.
We were seated and finally a waiter took our drink order. Lilly ordered a dry martini for herself and a glass of Chardonnay for me.
“I guess I was a little too hard on you lately,” she told me. “I had no idea what you went through in jail.”
“That’s okay. I’m over it now. I just don’t want to get caught again. The next time a full year in the county jail is mandatory.”
“That’s why we’re here. Look around. There are guys looking at you. These men all have money, and most of them would do you in a heartbeat.”
“But most guys who want me are gay. Straight guys don’t want to fuck another guy.”
“Some do; you know that. Do you think all the guys that had you were gay? A lot of them just wanted a little release because they don’t get it at home anymore. You’re always dressed like a woman, and they overlook everything else. So, take a closer look. We’re about the only women in here, aren’t we?”
“I hadn’t really noticed.”
“You’ve got to be more observant. Look at that man over in the corner. He’s been watching you. You haven’t noticed, but your cage is giving you just a tiny bit of a bulge. He noticed. He knows you’re a guy in drag. Most every guy in here knows. They all want you. I’m thinking of turning you into a high class call girl. There will be no more shaking your ass up and down the streets. I won’t make you work the clubs or the hotels. I plan on tripling you price and off
ering you to just a very select clientele.”
“Please don’t get this wrong Mistress, but I’m tired of turning tricks no matter how much you make. I’m not gay, and I never will be.”
“Maybe not, but you’re my slave. I own you.”
“No Mistress, you don’t. Slavery doesn’t exist here in America. You don’t own me.”
She just laughed.
As I sipped my wine, she looked at me, and I continued. “I have been tortured and abused, tattooed and pierced, emasculated and raped and who benefited from it? You.”
“But you wanted it. I’ve seen your posts on the internet. I saw your profiles on Alt.com and FetLife. This is what you wanted. You said that you wanted to be a lifetime slave, to be tortured and abused by a sadistic Mistress or Master with absolutely no limits. That’s right, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I relied softly not looking at her.
“That’s what you got, so what are you complaining about?”
“I didn’t realize what it meant.”
“Well, you found out didn’t you, so just put up with it.”
The waiter came back and took our order. Our discussion continued on through our lunch. Before she left, she told me to remember how a woman walks.
“One foot in front of the other. Shake your ass and get their attention.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Chapter Ten
Several clients booked sessions with me. I did what she wanted and made her a lot of money. Everything was back to normal until one Saturday afternoon when she told me I was going back to see Mistress Roberta for the entire weekend. Immediately I realized it was Bobbi.”
I blew up. “There’s no fucking way you’ll ever take me back there. She’s a fucking maniac. That bitch would cut up her own kids and eat them, if they screamed enough to get her off. No one can take what she dishes out. Hell, I was only there over night, and she came damn close to killing me. That’s the last straw. I’m out of here.”
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