part 3/3
High Tech Slavery - By Slave M.
Station 6: "Service station."
It was Saturday night. I had a few hours to rest and it was time for
Mistress Fran to have a party. The whole torture session had started
roughly 24 hours ago and I had been through 5 grueling torture machines.
For me, this was the wild most fantasy come true. These bizarre designs
that had been a pipe dream have been made real by one of the loveliest and
richest dominant woman in the nation. I had resigned myself at submitting
to Mistress Fran and no matter what I would not complain. I wanted to be
her perfect slave and pleasing her was my only wish. Over the last half a
year on several opportunities I had expressed my gratitude to mistress
Fran. Mistress Fran acknowledged my gratitude but always kept a
relationship between us as contractual.
Physically I was somewhat exausted but I was holding up. I had kept in top
physical shape throughout the past months by doing laps in mistress Fran's
indoor lap pool and jogging on her indoor track. Mentally I was much
weaker. I felt as if I was a puppy dog to mistress Fran. I was so
submissive to her that I did not even have any other thoughts. Any thing
she told me to do I did without hesitation. The torture sessions over the
last day had broken me down.
One portion of the torture room was a lounge and it had a long leather couch
and two leather reclining chairs. Mistress Fran had invited some of her
dominant friends over and took them on a tour of the new torture room. I was
showering in my room when Cassandra came in. Cassandra told me that
mistress Fran was showing video tapes to her guests of the sessions I had
spent in the 5 stations. The guests were all extremely impressed at what
Mistress Fran and I had accomplished. Cassandra was sitting on the edge of
my bed when I was toweling off and I walked over and sat on the bed with
her. I told Cassandra that I have never gotten this close with someone
before. We had worked so closely and performed very intimate acts together.
I put my arm around her shoulder and held her close and without hesitation
we both met midway and started kissing. Her tongue darted into my mouth
almost instantly and our lips were locked together for the next 10 minutes.
The buzzer on Cassandra's belt rang which meant it was time for us to meet
the guests.
Cassandra and I walked into the torture room naked and greeted Mistress
Fran's guests. We got on our knees and kissed their feet. There were two
men and a woman. The three of them were dominant friends of mistress
Fran and each had slaves of their own that were now locked into the
torture stations. Cassandra went to the control room to monitor and
administer their punishment. Video tapes were being made and Mistress
Fran would give each of the three a tape of their slave in torment.
Mistress Fran told me to fetch the slave cart. This was a contraption that
I had designed for servicing guests at such a gathering. The cart was made
of stainless steel and was about the size of an end table. I rolled the cart
over and climbed up and laid on the cart on my stomach. I placed my arms
and legs in the cylinders that were welded to each corner of the table. My
stomach and chest rested on the cart top and my limbs were inserted down
each tube. Mistress Fran walked over and buckled the straps that were at
the top and bottom of each tube. The straps locked my ankles and wrists
and the top of arms around my biceps that the top of my thighs firmly to
the tubes. A strap on the table top belted around my waist and locked my
torso firmly to the table top. The top of the table around my crotch was
cut out so full access was available to my ass, dick, and balls. Mistress
Fran walked over and attached a ruthless device that I designed to my
balls. The device is a ring steel ring with a ratchet that locked around my
balls. Attached to the ring was a bag made of a woven tightly looped chain.
Attached to the metal bag was two rings of small cable that made the bag
compress similar to the cables on a bicycle hand break. The cables
attached to a foot pedal that was mounted at the base of the table. When
the foot pedal is depressed, the cables would get pulled tighter through
the ring that would cause the metal chain bag to compress around my
balls. Needless to say, anyone with their foot on the pedal would have
unlimited control of me. When I was testing the table, Cassandra locked
me into the table and experimented with the device and the results were
even more surprising than I realized when I was designing the evil
contraption. The pain was immense and she had me begging her to stop
within seconds. Cassandra had some fun and made me lick her toes. She
kept depressing the pedal and telling me I was not doing a good enough job.
Within minutes I was licking her toes as if it was the most important
thing I ever had to do.
Well now I was in front of Mistress Fran and her three guests. Her woman
friend who never told me her name was older. She was in her fifties and
was completely naked. She had long gray hair and looked very intimidating.
Her breasts were full and she had a ton of black hair on her crotch. The
two men looked very young. I suspect that they were in their early
twenties. One man was very muscular and tall. He was blond and had very
little body hair. He was naked except for a leather bikini bottom. The other
man was wearing a leather mask with the eyes, nose, and mouth cut out
and I was very nervous at his appearance. His skin was dark and he looked
either black or maybe from the islands. He was wearing a robe and I could
not see any of his body. Mistress Fran told her guests that I was here for
their amusement while their slaves were unavailable. I never was able to
see who their slaves were but I knew that one of them was in station one
because I could her a female groaning and the electric dildo going on and
off. The other slaves may have been in the slave labor cage because I did
not hear much of them.
The blond man pulled the cart over to him while he was lying back on the
leather couch. He inserted his bare foot onto the foot pedal and pressed
down about half way. I cried out and said, please master, I will do
anything you wish. He stood up and slid down his leather panties. His semi
hard cock popped out. His crotch and balls were completely shaven. He sat
back in the couch and pulled the cart closer and said start sucking. He
lifted is cock up and placed his balls near my mouth. This was the first
time I had ever been in a situation where I had a cock or balls near my
mouth. At play parties I had kissed a few men but had never gotten this
heavy. I hesitated for a moment and the blond man pressed down on the
pedal very hard. My body went into shock, he lifted up on the pedal and
said, "You want me to do that again?". Without hesitation I put his shaven
balls in my mouth. I started sucking them and he again pressed down on
the pedal and said "don't stop until I tell you to slave". I started sucking
and tonguing his balls and he sat back in the couch and closed his eyes.
This went on for at least 20 minutes and then he said, "Suck me off slave."
His cock was very hard and was at least 8 inches long in its hard state. He
put the tip of his cock to my mouth and pressed on the pedal. I pulled his
cock into my mouth and started sucking. I spent about 15 minutes sucking
his cock and running my lips up and down his shaft when all the sudden he
started shaking and breathing loud and he proceeded to squirt a huge load
of cum in my mouth. Mistress Fran said in the background, "You eat every
bit of it now." I kept sucking and he kept squirting more cum. His cum was
very salty and was filling my throat. I tried to swallow as much as I could
but some of it started running down my chin. He pulled his cock out and
pushed the cart away with his foot. He said "Very nice, but that wasn't
enough." He pulled the cart back over to him and told me to keep sucking.
His cock was limp and I pulled it into my mouth. I was sucking on his limp
cock when the gray haired woman walked over to a the wall where the
torture implements were and she grabbed one of the nylon canes. She
walked over to me and starting wailing the cane on my naked ass. My ass
was fully exposed because of the awkward position my legs were locked
in. She was hitting me on the crack of my ass between my checks. The pain
was coursing through my body and I stopped sucking the blond man's limp
cock. He immediately stepped on the foot pedal and within a second I
pulled his now hard cock back into my mouth and started sucking again.
The woman continued whacking my ass with the cane and the pain was
intense.
The dark man in the hood was watching all of this and he suddenly stood up
and he opened his robe. His dark cock was enormous. It was becoming erect
and it was at least 10 to twelve inches. He walked over to the bag on the
floor and pulled out a tube of lube. He started spreading the lube on his
cock while walking over behind me. The woman stopped caning me and he
started to jam his huge cock up my ass. My asshole was very sore from the
electric dildo treatment I suffered from station one last night. He started
thrusting his hard cock in and out of my ass. My head was spinning.
Between the blond man's cock in my mouth and his foot on the pedal that
was crushing my balls and the dark man penetrating my ass I was in a
daze. The blond man came again in my mouth, this time a lot less but it
was still very thick. The dark man rammed my ass a while longer and then
pulled out. The two men seemed very satisfied and went upstairs with
Mistress Fran to freshen up and look at their slaves from the monitors.
The gray haired woman stayed behind and started to play with my cock. My
cock was getting hard from her touch and she started slapping it very
hard. She told me that my cock loved it because look how hard it was
getting. I could not control my cock but it was rock hard despite the fact
that she was slapping it so hard that it stung against my stomach. She
then sat in one of the recliners and put her legs up on the arms of the
chair. Her pussy and ass were staring right at me. She had thick black
crotch hair that completely covered her pussy and crack of her ass. She
told me that she wanted me to taste her and she put her foot on the pedal
and said, "You are going to eat my shit you worm." She said "Are you
ready?", and she pressed the pedal all the way until it stopped. My balls
were on fire and my body jerked violently against the straps holding me to
the cart. I cried out and said anything you wish my mistress, and she said
"good answer." The pain in my belly was still lingering while she sat there
with her asshole pressed up to my mouth. This was never a fantasy of
mine but I was so helpless to this woman that I had no choice and my nuts
could not take one more crushing. She said "get ready, its coming, make
sure to eat all of it." The look on her face was shear pleasure, it was
apparent that this mistress really got into this because she was rubbing
her wet pussy and moaning. Her asshole started to open and piece of shit
started to emerge. I put my mouth on the shit and the taste was revolting.
I just wanted to get this scene over with and maybe mistress Fran would
come back down and save me. The woman produced a good size shit and I
gagged it down. While this was going on she was rubbing her very wet
pussy and was climaxing. She said, "Very good slave, now lick my ass and
pussy clean." The taste of her pussy was very strong. She stood up and hit
the pedal again as she left the lounge. She had to crush my balls one more
time. I heard her walk into the control room. I was still strapped to the
portable metal cart with the taste of shit and cum in my mouth. They
spent the next few hours watching their slaves in the stations and
relaxing and left me in the lounge strapped to the table.
It was late Saturday night. Mistress Fran's guests had just left and
Mistress Fran came into the lounge and told me what a wonderful time she
had and how impressed her guests were with the torture room. She
unstrapped me from the metal table told me to take a hot bath in her
whirlpool tub in the bathroom that adjoined her bedroom. She helped me up
the stairs and we both got into the big tub while Cassandra prepared the
bed and laid out Mistress Fran's night wear. I was exausted but the hot
water soothed my aching muscles. Mistress Fran was using her feet to
gently massage my legs while we sat in the warm tub. I suddenly realized
that the 3 of us have become very accustomed to each other and I felt as if
Mistress Fran and Cassandra were closer to me than any females I have
ever met. I have had many dozens of dates over the last few years and none
of them never really understood my kinkiness. With these 2 lovely ladies I
never even gave a thought that they did not except my bizarre kinkiness. We
got out of the tub and Mistress Fran told me that I was to sleep in my own
bed tonight. I would be allowed to sleep with her and Cassandra on Sunday
night if I completed the torture room stations to her standards. I knew that
her only standard was that I do not complain and that I be totally dedicated
to her. This would not be a problem because I have become so attached and
dedicated to my mistress that I would do anything for her pleasure. I
stumbled down to my bedroom and fell into bed.
It was Sunday morning and we just finished a lovely breakfast that
Cassandra prepared for us. I was ordered to wash the dishes and then meet
them downstairs and start the last and final station.
Station 7: "Torture thyself."
This station was probably the most difficult station. I never even tested
this station after building it because of the difficulty I have in performing
this torture. The station uses the self locking jail cell from station 5.
Both Cassandra and Mistress Fran were in the monitor room upstairs. I
assume that they have an afternoon of love making planned while they
watch my predicament over the monitors. I brought in the computerized
paddle and cane into the cell and hooked the computer connections up the
sockets that were built into the handles on the cane and paddle. I went
into the control room and set the cane at 100 strokes and the paddle at
100 strokes and set the force to medium as prescribed by Mistress Fran. I
then walked back into the cell and closed the door behind me. The door
automatically locked. The sound of the door locking made my stomach drop.
I knew what was in store for me and I was the one that would have to
administer my own punishment. The paddle and cane were my last design. I
thought of it at the last minute and the idea came very easily. I said to
myself, what do I hate doing the most and this design came right to mind.
Built into the cane and paddle was a motion sensor. When the cane or
paddle was hit on something the sensor would count the stroke. The force
factor prescribed how hard you had to hit the paddle or cane to set off the
sensor. A red light just outside the cage would flash letting me know if
the sensor detected a proper strike. When the number of strokes from each
implement reached the total prescribed amount that was set in the control
room the cell door would open. As in station 5, I knew the agreement was
that I would not be let out of the cell until I finished my punishment.
I stood there looking at the paddle and cane I felt like a child having to go
to the dentist. I have no problem taking a punishment from someone else
but administering it to myself was tough. It was by far the most
humiliating and probably the most painful ordeal that I faced in this
torture room. The paddle was made of oak and was a little smaller than a
ping pong paddle but about 3 times as thick and it was full of small holes
that can make any paddle twice as bad. The edges were tapered and very
smooth. The handle was about 10 inches long so the paddle could be easily
self administered and the sensor was deep inside the paddle. The cane was
made of 1/2 inch nylon stock and had a long rubber handle so it too could
be easily self administered. I would have to count the strokes because the
computer did not tell me how many I was at. The door would just unlock
when I completed the strokes. I thought of cheating and just striking the
implements on the floor but this was not even an option. I adore mistress
Fran and I would never do such a thing. It was time to start. I picked up the
paddle in my right hand and while standing I arched my back and twisted
around so I had a clear shot at my ass. I brought the paddle down on my ass
and looked at the light and it did not go off. I was testing to see how hard
I would have to strike myself to set the sensor off. The medium setting
that I set in the control room was a fairly heavy hit and I couldn't even
imagine what the hard setting would be like. I brought the paddle down
again on my ass and hit much harder. The light flashed and my ass was
already on fire. That one paddle hit set my ass stinging. I paused and
thought that I would never be able to complete this task. I had no choice, I
was not getting out of this cage any other way but by giving myself the
whipping of a lifetime. I gave myself about 15 stokes slowly in a row. I
was counting and I was at sixteen. My ass was bright red and I could see
the bruises forming. I started moving the hits around to spread the pain
around. I gave myself about 5 strokes on each section of my ass cheeks. 5
on my lower, 5 on the side, 5 on the upper part and then moved to the other
cheek. My right arm was getting tired so I used my left hand for the next
30 strokes. My ass was becoming too sore so I started hitting my thighs
and backs of my legs. The stinging from the paddle on my inner thighs was
so intense that I was crying and my legs were shaking. I put the paddle
down and took a rest. I was at 60 strokes with the paddle now. 40 more to
go. I rested on the cold floor of the cell for about 1/2 hour. Some of the
redness on my ass went down but my ass and thighs were turning black
and blue and were throbbing. I was still sweating through every pore in my
body and I was getting the floor all wet. I got a drink of water from the
water feeder on the cell wall.
I decided that I would give myself 60 cane strokes next and then finish the
40 with the paddle and 40 more with the cane. I walked over and picked up
the cane in my right hand and got into my position. I brought the cane over
my ass and the light did not flash. I used about the same strength I used on
the paddle but because the cane was a little lighter it required a harder
hit. I brought the cane down on the center of my ass again but much harder.
The light flashed. The stroke left an instant cut mark across my ass and
went red. I spent about the next 30 minutes caning myself and got in the
60 strokes. I kept the cane mostly on my ass because it was too intense to
strike my thighs. I got about 10 stokes on my thighs and the pain was
shooting through my body. I put down the cane and laid down on my
stomach on the floor, My ass and legs were too tender to sit on. I did not
resume until about 15 minutes later. I had drained the life and energy
right out of my body. I examined myself and could not believe the beating I
gave myself. I would have these bruises and cane marks for many weeks.
I decided to finish the final 40 cane stokes first. The paddle was the most
painful part and if I did the paddle first I probably would not be able to
complete the caning until tomorrow and I did not want to spend the night in
the cell. I was also very motivated by mistress Fran's offer that I could
sleep with her tonight and that I would not be restrained. I started striking
my ass again with the cane and counting the flashing lights. My ass turned a
deep shade of purple and the tears were streaming down my face. On each
stroke I was moaning. I finished the 40 strokes and collapsed on the floor. I
had been in the cell about 2 hours now. I was taking longer and longer
breaks between stokes. This torture room did a good job at disorientating
me. The lack of any windows prevented me from really knowing how much
time I would spend in a torture machine. Not knowing what time it is or
how long I have been locked up and tortured breaks me down emotionally.
After another short break I was ready to finish my punishment. I picked up
the paddle and looked at my ass and determined that I could not take any
more hits there. The pain and swelling was too much. I determined that I
would have to divide the stokes among my left and right breast and the
inside of my thighs, 10 on each. I started paddling the meaty part over my
nipple. I cried out on each stroke. The stinging was intense. Then I gave
myself 10 over my right nipple. I moved to my thighs, 10 on the inside of
my left thigh and then 10 on the inside of my right thigh. The 40 stokes
took about 30 minutes to complete. On the last stoke I heard the lock on the
cell door open. I was free. I walked over to the control room and turned off
the power to the whole room and went upstairs. Cassandra and Mistress
Fran met me at the top of the stairs and inspected my body. I had bruises
and welts covering my entire body. They stood there and ran their hands
around my body gently feeling the raised welts on my ass and thighs. My
cock went hard. They took me into Mistress Fran's bedroom and laid me
down on a silk sheet. Mistress Fran rubbed lotion over my body while much
to my surprise Cassandra put my hard cock in her mouth and started sucking
me. It was hard to comprehend what was happening to me. My body ached so
bad that it felt as if I was lying beside myself. Mistress Fran and
Cassandra's affection were overwhelming to the point that I was overtaken
with my love for the 2 of them. Cassandra was stroking and sucking my
cock so beautifully. Cassandra stopped sucking me and mistress Fran
climbed on top of me and slid her soaking wet pussy right over my cock. She
was slowly riding up and down on my cock while still massaging the lotion
on my chest. Her tits from this view were incredibly beautiful. She started
moaning and her body was shaking. The orgasm she was experiencing was
gigantic. Right at that moment my body went rigid and I started pumping my
cum into her. I looked over at the clock on the night stand and I could not
believe that it was almost 10 pm. Mistress Fran and Cassandra got into bed
on each side of me and turned out the light. The 2 of them wrapped around
me and we fell asleep while holding each other.
When Mistress Fran came home from work on Monday we had a long talk
about my services. The torture room was completed and I was very sad
that I may no longer may be needed. I explained how attached I had become
to her and that I was still willing to do what ever she asked of me. To my
pleasant surprise Mistress Fran was also thinking of this and she asked if
I would consider being her live-in slave. I would be officially employed by
her company and I would offer my consulting services to her engineers.
This would enable Mistress Fran to have complete control over when I
work. She then pulled out a piece of paper that she had in her leather file
organizer. She was one step ahead of me...she must have typed up a
contract when she was at work. She said the contract was similar to
Cassandra's but a little different. I asked what was different about
Cassandra's and she did not answer. She only said that I should read the
contract carefully and then decide. I sat in front of her at the kitchen
table reading the contract. It was all on one page but was very complete.
The contract read...
Mistress Fran Slave Contract:
By Signing this contract you are agreeing with your own free will to the
conditions here stated in this contract.
1.) As my slave you belong to me and you are my property.
2.) You will live in my home and you can only leave the premises when
allowed.
3.) You will follow any order I give you without hesitation.
4.) You will never show dissatisfaction or question any order given to you.
5.) You will refer to me as Mistress and to Cassandra as My Lady.
6.) You will only speak to me when you are spoken to. If you wish to say
something to me you will say "Mistress, may I speak"
7.) You are below Lady Cassandra and you will follow any order she gives
you.
8.) Minor offenses of this contract will result in a 24 hour stay in the
slave cage. Any gross offense will result in your termination from this
house.
Signed _____________________________
Without hesitation I signed the contract. I handed the paper over to
Mistress Fran and said, "May I speak Mistress?", And she said yes you may.
I said, "I agree with all my heart Mistress." Mistress Fran put the contract
back in her leather file and told me to ask Cassandra what duties I should
be performing around the house.
Cassandra was happy but also a little jealous that Mistress Fran had taken
on another slave. Cassandra was excited that she would have help around
the house and also to the fact that she had power over me. The first few
weeks of being a house slave were difficult. Mistress Fran was working
long hours so I was taking most of my orders from Cassandra. Cassandra
had me wear large chrome chains locked to my ankles, waist and wrists
while I mopped floors, cleaned the bathrooms, dusted and vacuumed. It
seemed I have become Cassandra's slave and she was enjoying it. I was
working very hard to please Cassandra because she would report to
Mistress Fran as to my performance. One time last week Cassandra reported
that I did not scrub one of the tubs in the second floor guest quarters
thoroughly enough and Mistress Fran had Cassandra lock me in the slave
cage overnight and then in the morning before Mistress Fran went to work
she locked me into station two "caning devotion" and I had to repeat "I will
be more thorough for Lady Cassandra" while I got whacked by this evil
machine for 100 strokes.
I have seen my torture equipment put to good use. Twice a month friends
of mistress Fran bring in their slaves and use the machines. A few of the
slaves take vicious tortures. Last week a male slave was locked in station
five and spent almost the entire weekend picking up confetti with his
teeth while heavily restrained. He was hog tied and had to inch around on
his belly to pick up the mess. I would go down and watch him during the
weekend, he was a major work horse. He was all muscle and he had a huge
dick that would flop around and get caught underneath his leg while he
was slithering around on the floor.
I will keep you posted, there are plans under way of building an additional
station to test a slaves' limitations. It will force you to drink your own
urine while suspended upside down from the ceiling. It will administer
shocks, canings, and clamp nipples all at one time while the victim wears
a sound proof insulated rubber head mask with a built in white noise sound
masker. See you in the torture room.
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