part 1/3
High Tech Slavery - By Slave M.
I would like to tell you about a fantasy come true. Let me start from the
beginning.
I am a computer process controls engineer and I work as a consultant for
manufacturing firms. Computer process controls involves the use of computer
controlled intelligent equipment for use in manufacturing and other related
automation. Being a BD enthusiast, I have always thought of bizarre contraptions
I could design that would be truly cruel and effective. This of course was
strictly fantasy because I was not prepared to rob a bank to fund such a
project. Here is where the fantasies come true.
I belong to a local BD and SM support club consisting of a varied group of
people that I have become quite close with over the past few years. We
have biweekly meetings where we discuss varied related topics and once
every month or two we have play parties. Members are from all walks of
life and sexual preferences. We have some very creative people in the
group, leather crafters, iron bondage gear, carpentry for pillories and
whipping horses. This was the topic for a meeting about a year ago. We all
had to discuss a bondage item that we would like to make. When it came
around to me, I had taken out some very elaborate blue prints that I
designed on my CAD/CAM computer. I showed the group my plan for an
automated canning machine and a computerized bondage machine. I had
plans for other equipment with me also but I did not want to overwhelm
the group. As I was passing around the plans Mistress Fran, a member of
the group, became extremely inquisitive and started asking me some very
technical questions. Fran had been with the group for about 6 months and I
did not know much about her accept for the fact that she was extremely
beautiful, very dominant, enjoyed inflicting pain, and especially loved to
tightly bind her victims for her pleasure. I asked mistress Fran how she
knew so much about process controls and she did not answer but she told
me she would like to see me after the meeting.
The meeting broke up at about 10:30pm and Fran and I went to a local
coffee shop. She asked me to pull the plans out and she started studying
them again. I was a little thrown when the waitress came over to refill
our cups and she looked down at the plans and asked what is that
contraption. I was searching for something to say and Mistress Fran
responded, "It's for torturing submissive slaves." The waitress turned a
few shades of red and left. I finally asked mistress Fran why she had such
a fascination for my plans. Her response floored me. She told me that she
is the president of Bliss Manufacturing in Hartford. Her father owned the
plant and he had died about 2 years ago leaving his estate to her. Mistress
Fran who is in her late thirties had earned an MBA from Harvard and was
vice president of the company when her father died. I was quite familiar
with her company. Bliss was a major manufacturer of high strength light
alloy frames and tubing for the aerospace industry and they had large
contracts with NASA. Mistress Fran told me she had fantasized about
building a bondage and torture machine room in the basement of her home
that her father had left her. She did not want to ask one of the engineers
at the plant to build it because of fear that others in the plant would find
out or even worse NASA would find out. We talked shop until almost 3 AM
in the morning and then Mistress Fran took my phone number and told me
to go home and get some rest.
It was early Sunday morning and I was awoken by the telephone. It was
mistress Fran and she told me in a low dark voice to be at her home at 3
pm today and to bring the CAD disks from my computer. She left her
address and hung up the phone without even listening for my response. My
mind was racing. I tried to sleep a few more minutes but I could not.
I was a few minutes late when I rang the buzzer at the front gate to
Mistress Fran's estate. Over the intercom I heard "You're late" and then the
gate opened. As I was pulling in to her driveway the garage door opened
and she was standing in the garage wearing a very fancy full black leather
dress that was laced from her crotch to just above her breasts. She was
wearing elbow length leather gloves and leather boots that went up to her
mid thigh. She motioned for me to pull in and she closed the automatic
garage door behind me. We walked into her kitchen and we sat down at the
kitchen table. Mistress Fran told me that she would like to hire me as an
independent engineer for her company. She picked up some papers that
were on the table and told me to read the contract. The contract was
almost 4 pages long and in a very small type face. Apparently she had been
up the rest of the night typing it up. As I sat there reading the contract I
couldn't help but to notice her intense beauty. She had dark brown eyes and
her dark brunette hair flowed smoothly down to her shoulders. She had
olive skin and her breasts were very full and round for her slender body.
Her facial features were sharp like a foreign fashion model. I had never
seen her with a man and at the play parties she would show up with her
slave girl Cassandra. Cassandra was a very docile slave and I never heard
her say much. Cassandra was usually wearing a leather training mask that
had a rubber penis gag.
The contract was very specific. I was to be paid a small stipend to cover
the expenses of maintaining my apartment and bills but I was to live in
mistress Fran's home to work on the project. The contract detailed the
project with a flow chart and completion dates for each phase. I had 25
days to complete the design work and then 180 days to complete the
project. Each design would be subject to her changes and would need her
final approval. I would not be allowed to enter the Bliss facilities and I
could only submit work orders to Bliss through a fictitious company
Mistress Fran had setup. The last paragraph of the contract was
interesting and sent my already fast beating heart even faster. I tried to
swallow but my throat was dry. The contract stated that I would be a
slave worker for Mistress Fran and that I would agree to follow any order
or submit to any physical activity that she wished. It also had a
commitment clause that would be enforced before signing the contract
that would be used to prove that I had serious intentions of completing the
project and on time. I asked her what this meant and she explained that I
would have to spend 24 hours in her slave cage. She said I could use the
time to think of further contraptions and designs. I would only be allowed
drinking water.
I sat there at her kitchen table for a few moments wondering if I could
pull this project off physically and emotionally. It didn't take long to
decide that I could not pass up the opportunity of a life time nor could I
walk out on such a lovely and compelling mistress. I said yes. At that
moment she said, wonderful, she called to another room and said "Come
here Cassandra," my eyes light up when I discovered that Cassandra was
her live in slave. Cassandra walked in and she was wearing a very tight
latex body suit that squeaked when she walked. Cassandra was almost as
tall as myself and was a striking blonde. She had long hair that was tied in
a pony tail and her breasts were also very round and full. Her nipples were
trying to poke through the suit she wearing and her pussy lips were well
pronounced. Mistress Fran told Cassandra to get changed and take the key
to my apartment and collect up my clothes and some personal items.
Mistress Fran told me to use the bathroom because this would be the last
chance I get for a while.
When I returned Mistress Fran had a leather bag in her hand and she led me
to the east end of her sprawling home and unlocked a door that was in a
pantry. The stairway led down to a rather large open basement room. The
space was at least 75' by 100' with poured concrete walls and no
windows. There was a heavy metal reinforced door that led to an outside
hatchway into the back yard. It was rather cold and musty smelling and
she had a few bondage articles in the space. I saw some metal wrist and
ankle cuffs attached to chains hanging from anchors in one of the walls
and there was a cage in the center of the room. Both the cuffs and the cage
appeared to be made of the same alloys used at Bliss. The cage was
perfectly crafted. It was made of high tensile chrome malibdimum and the
welds were flawless. The cage was bolted to the floor at each corner and
was about 4 feet long, 2 feet wide and maybe 4 feet high. The bars were
tightly spaced and the lid and floor of the cage was made out of a solid
sheet of thick aluminum. The lid to the cage used a piano type hinge along
one side. Mistress Fran raised the lid to the cage and told me to remove all
my clothes and step in. She then pulled a set of high tech looking
handcuffs out of the leather bag and proceeded to lock my wrists behind
my back. The cuffs were very light and were made of the same alloy. I was
wondering how I would be able to sit in a cage for 24 hours with my arms
locked behind me when she pulled a smaller set of cuffs from her bag and
tightened them down on my thumbs. The 2 sets of cuffs working together
prevented my hands from moving at all. She then pulled out a small plastic
package from her bag that appeared to be a catheter kit. She grabbed my
already stiff cock in her gloved hand and painfully inserted the lubricated
tube deep into my cock. She then fed the tube through the bars of the cage
and inserted the end into a plastic bottle attached to the outside of the
cage. She told me to sit down in the cage and she closed the top. I was not
very comfortable, there was not enough room to stretch out my long legs,
nor was there room to turn around. She locked the top of the cage by
sliding a long chrome bar through a series of interlocking cylinders that
the lid created with the side of the cage, similar to the piano hinge on the
other side. She pulled two heavy pad locks from her bag and locked each
one through holes that were drilled in the ends of the bar. The sound of
the large padlocks closing made my heart skip a beat. I noticed what
appeared to be a large water bottle similar to what you would see in a
hamster cage. I could just reach the stem of the bottle because it was at
the end of the cage my feet were at. Mistress Fran said that at any time I
could be let out of the cage but the contract would be torn up and I would
be told to leave her house immediately. At this point I noticed several
video cameras mounted on the ceiling. She must have some kind of monitor
room upstairs so she could watch me. She started to walk back up the
stairs and she turned around and said "Have fun" and she blew me a kiss
She turned out the lights to the room and closed and bolted the door.
It was very dark in the room and I was a little on the cold side. The floor
of the cage was cold against my naked butt and balls. There was a small
night light plugged into an outlet on the far wall that offered enough light
for me to see my predicament and for the cameras to work. Without any
sunlight it was hard to determine what time it was. I was wondering how
I could possible stay in this cage for a complete day. I was already very
uncomfortable, I was leaning back on my arms and they were aching. I
could turn a little to each side to shift the weight from one side of my ass
to the other. Suddenly my cock jerked and I remembered that I had a
catheter stuck in me. My piss was flowing down the tube and into the jug.
My cocked ached from the tube and I though of kicking the tube out by
using my feet but then determined that this would be a bad move. Mistress
Fran put me this way so I better stay this way, plus I had a days worth of
pissing to do and doing it onto the bottom of the cage would make it
worse. The cameras made me feel very helpless. At any point unknowing to
me she could be watching me. I wonder if Cassandra is watching me too? I
tried to nod off but I could not find an even semi comfortable position. My
wrists and thumbs locked behind me was maddening. My shoulders ached. I
dozed off for a few minutes and I totally lost track of time. I did not know
if I was there 2 hours or 6 hours. I tried to listen for sounds but I think
this part of the basement is under the garage so no one can be heard
walking around in the house.
It must have been the next morning by now, I spent most of the night
thinking of new torture stations but my pain and discomfort was
mounting. I started whimpering a little and the lack of movement and the
coldness where getting to me. I started crying. I then snapped out of it and
kept reminding myself of why I'm here and of the beautiful mistress that
did this to me. How much time have I been here? This is the most torture
I have ever suffered. My cock has been hard most of the whole ordeal and I
can't control it. The cage is too narrow for me to reach around and stroke
my aching cock. I have been drinking the water from the animal feeder but
reaching the nozzle is very difficult and causes great pain. The jug on the
side of the cage was at least 3/4 filled with my piss.
Suddenly I heard the bolt on the door open and in walked Cassandra. I felt so
humiliated her seeing me like this. She told me that it has been 15 hours
and that I had 9 more to go. I could believe it and started to whimper...I
thought I have been in here days. She then said "just kidding" and walked
over to the cage and unlocked the padlocks on the bar. She lifted the top and
told me to stand up. I could not stand, my legs were cramped. Her 6 foot
frame then grabbed me under the arms and she lifted me off the floor and
set my ass down on the side of the cage. She walked around to the front of
me and slowly pulled the catheter out. It hurt like hell and the tears were
running down my face and Cassandra just smiled. She unlocked the cuffs
and helped me out of the cage. We went up to the guest quarters and she
helped me into bed and turned out the light. I slept until early Tuesday
morning. When I woke up I took a long hot shower and slipped into my bath
robe and slippers that Cassandra had fetched from my house. I started
walking around Mistress Fran's house room by room. I could not believe the
size of it. I saw the monitor room where she and Cassandra watched me.
The room had a long leather couch in front of 3 monitors that were still
turned on and looking at the now empty cage. Mistress Fran walked in and
greeted me and said congratulations. She asked if I was ready to sign and I
said yes Mistress. I signed the contract. I have work to do.
Based on the size of the space in the basement room, I designed a total of 7
bondage and torture stations. It took me a total of 17 days to finish the
designs. I worked 7 days a week while Cassandra brought my meals and
massaged my back and shoulders. I think mistress Fran ordered Cassandra
to see to my needs. There were a few times when I would have loved to fuck
her but she let me know that there will be none of that without the
mistress's permission. I agreed. I also remembered a clause in the contract
that stated if went against any of mistress Fran's wishes that I would
serve another 24 hours in the cage. I really did not want to do that again.
The cage was going to stay in the machine room as a holding area for the
victim. I thought it would be a good idea to make each victim stay in the
cage for 2 hours before being subjected to the machines so they had a
second chance to change their minds. I submitted the designs to Mistress
Fran on the 18 day. She spent the better part of the day studying the plans
and scribbling in changes. On each of the 7 stations I designed she added a
few dimension changes or additional items that showed me that she is a
very cruel person. I had found out through the course of living with her that
she got extremely physically aroused by watching slaves being tortured and
bound for extended periods of time. Mistress Fran could sit in front of her
monitors for hours watching her victims while here pussy would be
dripping wet. I had the honor of sitting with her on her leather couch while
we watched Cassandra chained to the irons on the basement wall. We spent
the better part of a day watching while Cassandra was in a standing
position with her arms and legs shackled to the wall. Mistress Fran had her
feet on my lap while she was lying down on the couch and I almost came in
my pants from her near touch and all of the excitement. She told me some
stories of what she has done to Cassandra that gave me great respect for
Cassandra. Over the past days I have seen Cassandra cleaning washing and
vacuuming while wearing full leather cover over her head and heavy chains
locked to her ankles and wrists. I had to work in lotion under the chains on
her ankles one afternoon because Mistress Fran went to work and left
Cassandra locked in the gear from the night before. A few nights ago I was
allowed to sleep in Mistress Fran's bed. She had a very large king size bed
that was raised up on a platform with steps leading to the bed. Cassandra
was chained to the foot of the bed on the floor and I was allowed to sleep
in the bed with Mistress Fran. The only hitch was that she locked a set of
hand cuffs on my wrists and attached the cuffs to a leather belt that she
locked around my waist. She also locked a pair of padded leather leg
restraints to my ankles with a very short chain between them. Watching
mistress Fran get into bed was incredible. She removed her bath robe and
was completely naked. Her skin was very smooth and her ass and pussy was
gorgeous. I had always been a life long fantasy of mine to be a house boy for
a sophisticated woman that knew what she wanted. Mistress Fran gave me a
very sensuous kiss and said good night. I slept in bonds until morning and
when I woke up mistress Fran had already gone to work and Cassandra let
me out of my bonds.
It was time to order materials and start construction. I had 180 days to
finish the 7 stations and I was well ahead of schedule. I was working 7
days a week. Every few days or so Mistress Fran would have some fun with
me. She would make me stand in front of her video camera in the basement
and she would order Cassandra to cane me. Yesterday Cassandra was
ordered to give me 50 lashes with a heavy rattan cane. Cassandra was not
holding back either. I had to stand there with my wrists around my ankles
while Cassandra methodically caned me. She kept hitting me in the same
spot and which was tearing my ass up. It is evident that Cassandra is just
as masochistic as Mistress Fran is. I can't wait to get Cassandra in my
contractions, or maybe that is why she is being so cruel with me, she
wants to suffer in my machines.
I was building all 7 stations at one time as the materials were delivered. I
installed the control center that was a one way mirrored glass enclosure in
the center of the basement room. I also enclosed the stair case so you could
walk into the control room from upstairs without the victims seeing the
torturer. This was one of Mistress Fran's requests. As the stations were
nearing completion I needed to test them so I used Cassandra. Mistress Fran
had given permission to use Cassandra to test and fine tune the machines. I
was surprised at how much Cassandra loved the stations, she was in
evident pain but her love for masochism was stronger. I could hardly
control myself seeing Cassandra in these cruel torture devices and the
anticipation that soon I may be put through these machines made me very
excited.
The room is finished. I gave Mistress Fran the grand tour and carefully
explained how to operate each station. I had yet to officially be bound and
tortured in the new facility because I had been so busy trying to complete
the project. It was a Friday night and the 3 of us celebrated with a bottle
of champagne and a fine dinner that Cassandra prepaired for us. Mistress
Fran decided that Cassandra and I would spend the weekend in the torture
room. Mistress Fran ordered me and Cassandra to remove our clothes and
follow her downstairs. When we got downstairs Mistress Fran opened the
lid to the slave cage and told us to step in. I never thought of putting 2
people in this cage but apparently Mistress Fran did. The only way we could
fit was to wrap our legs around each other while sitting face to face.
Mistress Fran locked the top and walked back upstairs. We were locked in
the cage for a few hours during which time we talked about what was in
store for us. My legs were getting cramped from being wrapped around
Cassandra beautiful waist and my cock was hard for the entire time. I
apologized but there wasn't a lot I could do about it. Mistress Fran came
down the stairs and walked out of the side door of the new hallway to the
control room. She was wearing the same lace up black leather suit she was
wearing the first day I drove to her house. She unlocked the lid to the cage
and then went into the control room. I had installed a microphone and
speaker so she could speak to her victims from the control room. Over the
speaker we heard "proceed to station one."
Station One: "Keep Real Still".
Over the speaker we heard. "Cassandra, place the slave into the station and
set up the sensors." This torture device was the first one that I designed
many years ago. It consisted of a metal frame with a leather saddle similar
to a bondage horse. The frame could be raised or lowered by use of a pump
jack like the barbers' chairs use. Cassandra screwed the 6 inch metal dildo
into the base of the saddle and spread lube over it. The dildo was made of a
shiny high tensile alloy. She told me to straddle the horse and then she rose
the horse until the dildo was well up my ass. I was almost sitting on the
horse but was still standing on my feet. Cassandra then locked my ankles to
metal cuffs that were fastened to the floor on each side of the horse. She
then cuffed my hands behind my back and pulled my arms back and locked
the cuffs to a chain that was attached to an eye hook at the rear of the
horse. This prevented me from touching any part of my body and was also
used for causing discomfort and stress on the victim. Cassandra now
started to set up the sensors. She connected the electrical wire to the base
of the dildo and set up the 4 contact sensors. The contact sensors detected
skin capacitance where if any part of my body touched a sensor, the sensor
would set off a signal to the computer and in turn the computer would send
an electrical shock to the dildo. The intensity and duration of the shock
could be adjusted in the control room under clearly labeled buttons for each
station. Cassandra started moving the sensors into place. She was now very
familiar with the machines and knew exactly how to set them up to cause
the most discomfort. The sensors were mounted on adjustable arms that
could be set up in any position or variation. She set one sensor about 1/2
inch behind the left check of my ass. Another sensor was put under my chin
but she had me hold me head up so I was looking slightly at the ceiling. The
3rd sensor was put in front of my stomach and Cassandra had me hold in my
stomach as she set up the sensor about 1/4 inch away. The 4th sensor was
placed under my crotch behind my balls that prevented me from resting my
weight onto the horse. Cassandra kissed me on my left ear and walked into
the control room. At this point my cock was pulsating so hard I thought I
was going to loose it. My heart was pounding and Mistress Fran had not even
turned on the contraption yet.
