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Working Toward Longer

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Synopsis: Based on a true situation, a weekend becomes eternity after Jamie spends a weekend with Madam. She blackmails him into being her sexslave and domestic servant and spends years training him in orgasm control... NO ORGASMS !
  She gave me a choice, unusual as that is, to write my story of ownership or she would have a girlfriend come over and videotape an entire 6 hours of one of our sessions to enter into a website for all to see.  I quickly decided this story would be the lesser of many evils. 
  My name is Jamie, Madam is...... Madam.  We met online in the chatrooms and nearly eight years later here I am under her complete control.  To give you some kind of mental image, Madam is a very beautiful woman of 26 while I am older than she by 10 years at the age of 36.  She comes from a very wealthy background and I would define her shape as petite, by far smaller in size than myself.  After nearly 9 months of comunicating online daily, she presented to me, her true location, just 73 miles from my hometown in the next larger City. She had known all along just where I was.  Madam issued me a personal invite to stay a weekend and she would give me a grand tour of the City.  Her request also included that I have someone drive me over and that I bring no personal items but the clothes I was wearing, she would take care of everything else.  Little did I know that a weekend would become a lifetime commitment. 
  Unbeknownst to me, she knew me well and had done her homework with true perfection and thoroughness.  Not long after arriving and as we were sitting in her very lavished  large home, she brought up a topic that I thought I had hidden and buried long, long ago but obviously ghosts have no rest.  You see, as a teenager I was quite the rebellion and there was nothing else in my life except wine, women, and song. On any given day of any given week I would typically be under the influence of alcohol or dope if not both.  Hot rodding around the local countryside with what was my "main squeeze" at the time, I went left of center forcing an oncoming vehicle to swerve into a telephone pull, killing the one and only occupant.  There is no better method of becoming quickly sober and in a panic.  We raced away as quickly as possible and to this day Kathy has never let a hint of what happened leave her lips. Just how Madam came to find out remains a mystery to this day. 
  Madam  "had me by the balls" and I say that almost without sarcasm.  She and I both knew that charges brought against me could possibly or probably lead to life in prison.  Madam gave me another alternative, my first choice of the very few in the past eight years.  She said I could choose between her going to the law enforcement about that incident or I could choose to stay in protective solitude with her, of course there would be stipulations and rules to follow if I chose the latter.  "There is to be no answer anymore this evening, you will give me your decision in the morning after breakfast". 
  When she did get her answer from the choices presented, she began to lay out the rules and conditions. I would understand that I am sex slave, panty slave, and toilet slave while she is supreme master. Punishment for the slightest infractions will generally be swift and severe and also as often as needed. I would not hold a job other than as a domestic servant to cater to all of her whims, desires, and needs. I would be her toilet slave morning, noon and night.  I would be locked in dark, tight confinement each evening. I would be allowed no orgasms for as long as this contract were to be active. I would obey all commands no matter how humiliating. "I" no longer would exist, only her.  The final goal would be met whatever it would take to do, to keep a very hard and large erection nothing less than a twelve hour day everyday to satisfy her pleasures.  This would require hard work, cooperation on my part, and lots and lots of patience. She was willing, was I ? 
  It wasn't long until things became routine and this day was not unlike any other. Awakening by 5:30 AM, showering, relieving my system, shaving all body hair and head clean and smooth,  rubbing body lotion entirely over all areas but mostly concentrating in my genital area, inserting my large buttplug,  putting on the silk bikini panties with matching bra, very high heeled strappy shoes and wig ( usually long blonde and wavy )  along with whatever short see-thru top she layed out for me the night before, ( never a skirt, pants, or shorts to hide my panties ) and going to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast in bed.  After fixing her breakfast and bringing it to her room, everything was as expected.  The bottle of baby oil along with the tall glass of her fresh urine were sitting on the nightstand waiting for me where they always are placed.  As usual, the glass of her her urine had the thermometer in it since I was only allowed to drink it at a temperature of 90 degrees rather than at body temperature.  Also laying out were my daily meds, one to increase the amount of male hormone being produced to continue enlarging my penis, and the other to drasticly increase sexual stimulation sensitivity.  After sitting up and the covers falling from her upper torso showing her very hard nipples protruding thru her satin nightie,  she began eating her breakfast and telling me to begin. Right on cue I was down on my knees and removed my satin panties. Asking her permission to allow me to get my penis erect, I was given permission and also to begin stroking it with the baby oil very, very slowly and ever so softly.  When the head of my penis was swollen and purple I had to stop stroking, of course with the understanding that after breakfast dishes were cleaned and put away, the very much harder and larger erection would take place for most of the day.  With my eyes lowered, still kneeling, and hands at my side with a very hard swollen penis looking right back at me, she checked the temperature of the glass of pee. It was now at 90 degrees so it was time to also ask for her permission to drink it slowly.  "Madam, may I have permission to swallow your urine?"  Her reply was "not when you ask like that you can't, you'll have to do better than that".  "Madam, I would so much like to drink your warm pee very slowly, may I please have permission to do so ?"  "Well slave, that was better but you need to work on that". Today I will allow you to drink it but you often drink it too fast". This morning you will drink it in small sips so the taste will last longer". "Then you will not be allowed to drink or eat anything for the next two hours so the taste of my pee stays in your mouth and you have time to relish in the priviledge of being so lucky to have my urine".  It took nearly 10 minutes to sip all of the fresh urine since the glass was very full.  "Tomorrow we are going to begin doing a few things differently  so be prepared". 
  Tomorrow arrived today.  Things started out as normal, serving her breakfast, stroking my penis to a hardness meeting her satisfaction, drinking her golden honey, and then... without warning and fire in her voice, told me to get undressed except for my pink silky panties, reminding me to be sure "it" stayed very hard and erect and head to the playroom in the basement, she would be down shortly with one of her girlfriends.  After what seemed an eternity, Madam and her friend Kate ( who often helped madam with my orgasm denial training ) arrived, both being very scantlly dressed, scanty enough they wouldn't have needed to wear anything. Since becoming her submissive so long ago, I've been thru a large variety of circumstances, punishments, humiliations, and her sometimes wicked moods but something was different this time.  In the center of the playroom, two saw horses sat turned sideways and one in front of the other, the top crossmembers of each being about sixteen inches apart.  Hanging from above the sawhorses, a rope hung from the ceiling hook and at the lower end, a small noose, the kind that get tighter the harder the rope is pulled. I was then told to get up onto the sawhorses with knees on the first crossmember and shins on the saw horse behind.  Leaning down, the noose was placed around my wrists behind my back and forced me bent over slightly. Madam placed me in this slightly bent position kneeling on trhe thin board so I could watch everthing going on.  Both women removed their panties, turned them inside out so the crotches would be against my taste buds, wadded in my mouth, then duct tape placed over my mouth and around my head. All breathing would have to be done thru my nose. Both women got down to eye level of my very hard penis head and began to gently blow on it ever so softly. With the meds I was taking to increase sensitivity, it took very little stimulation to create desire and they both knew that.  Maam looked me in the eyes and began to explain what was about to take place and it would all be recorded on film by the camera mounted in the corner where she pointed to it.  She said that neither her nor Kate were going to actually touch my penis with their hands but that I would obtain the hardest erection to to date and maintain it that hard throughout the remainder of the day. She explained that the need to orgasm would be so strong that it would bring me to tears often.  This was to be a very long and difficult day.
  Madam and Kate began to play and since now my head was pulled back by a head harness and my eyesced open with clamps, I was fiorced to watch as each brought the other to orgasm time and time again, each time the other wiping up the cum dripping pussy of the other with a pair of panties. Afterr more than a couple of hours of this and the panties dripping wet with the body secretions of each, they rubbed the panties under my nose so each time I drew a breath, I'd be smelling their cum. Then the panties in my mouth were exchanged for the sopping wet ones and mouth retaped. Taking breaks during the lesbian sex affair, they would blow gently across mt penis head to be sure it was extra, extra hard and staying that way.  Kate had brought along a bag of adult toys along, one of them appearing similar to a miniture motorcycle helmet, strap and all.  This "helmet" was strapped tightly to my extermely swollen penis head, a small electric wire plugged into the top with the other end connecting to a small device with several buttons and dials on it which was placed in my view.  The girls sat on the couch next to one anothewr and took turns with the control box. This was a form of male vibrator. The controls were for the purpose of producing a vibration so minute that one would have to guess if it were vibrating at all to vibrations enough to bring on sexual spasms.  WEhen it weas purchased Kate was saying, the instructions stated an orgasm was gauranteed within several minutes on medium setting.  Kate warned me about what would happen if I went over the edge.  The edge is just where they intended to keep me this entire day and the teasing and denial continued. The only thing I was allowed to consume that day were many glasses of 90 degree urine from the both of them. Since the tall glasses they were using would hold about twelve fluid ounces, I'd have to estimate that before the day was out, easily a gallon was consumed.  Of course that causing my bladder to swell, I was told that the urine I iconsumed along with my own would simply be recycled thru my system over and over.  Guessing four hours had went by, Madam decided she was a bit impatient about my progress... or in her case my lack of progress in fullfilling her desirwe for the hardest erection to date. The length was more than pleasing to the girls for the medication had brought it from a typical average 6 inch length and inch and a quarter girth to an astounding nearly nine inch length and two inch girth.  Despite the unit being so hard and so big, she wanted more. After a few silent giggles between them, the took several ponytail ties similar to small rubberbands but having small silky bows on them and stretching them hard, placed them over the rigid member to the base and then a couple around my scrotum. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and feeling, My penis must've enlarged by another inch in length and probably really was as hard as a rock !  Veins were very evident and the color surpassed purple long ago. Sensitivity increased five fold.  My penis began to twitch and dance, surging since it was so near bursting. The drops of precum were always wiped with the finest brush of a female finger and wiped under my nose. I could feel a gallon of cum crying and begging for release. Apparently this all was quite entertaining as both gals sat and watched while having drinks and giggling.  Madam left the playroom momentarilly while Kate began gently fanning air ecross my penis so it would continue it's dance. When she returned, she had a small box containing clothing from her long ago Barbie doll and they began discussing what clothing they wanted to dress my large penis in and could not seem to come to an agreement so they started trying on different outfits. The cutest they left on, that being a miniskirt, shorty blouse, and scarf tightly tied around the penis head to make it yet harder.  Getting hungry, they decided to go out for a bite to eat and left the Barbie doll outfit on my penis, tied a small diameter string yet on top of the mini scarf already tied around my penis head, at the other end of the string was tied to a small but heavy book that was left dangling in mid air supported only by my penis which was now pulled down to a horizontal position, and put the vibrating "helmet" back on. Before leaving, they set the vibrations on a steady low with a warning that if I wasn't harder and bigger than I presently was, I would have to sleep like this.  "I know just how much you would like to cum and I know that you are sooooo close to it right now so that will give you plenty to think about, how much you would enjoy an orgasm after all these years without, wouldn't that feel soooo good sex slave!"  With that said, they turned out the lights and locked the door behind them. 
  Another eternity.  I think it must've been most of the day that passed by this time and my knees lost all feeling long ago but was unable to move about in this position.   When the lights came on they nearly blinded me.  I knew I still had a very erect penis but much to everyone's surprise, it was indeed larger than when they left and I was able to keep from going over the edge...just hardly !   
  They certainly must've drank plenty of coffee while out to dinner !  I thought a gallon of urine more than enough. My throat was very dry so the next drinks of pee in some ways were a welcome relief. Being derived from coffee though made for a very strong taste and a deep yellow color also. Madam says that is the best kind of pee to drink so I believe her. I lost count at how many glasses of urine were tipped into my mouth. It made me need to relieve myself also so I had a couple glasses of recycled pee too. They removed the cotten panties from my mouth, soaked them with coffee urine until dripping wet, and replaced them back in my mouth to keep me from getting thirsty again. There wouldn't be much urine to suck out of the panties but it would help anyway. 
  "Tired yet slave?"  "We have a ways to go yet so might as well get comfortable".  It's been 3 weeks today since you were last milked of sperm to release the ache in your scrotum. Kate is interested in watching and learning".  It wasn't the same as an orgasm by any means but it was a relief to get milked. This usually took place between every two to four weeks. It was recommended to her that I be milked once a week but she loves teasing and denial.  As is usual, she got loads of cum. It wasn't thrilling to me but did relieve pressure that built up from her keeping me on the very edge hour after hour every single day without release and then being placed back in the chastity belt and cramped dog cage.  Normally Madam has me drink my cum since she says that it is very good in aiding to sustain my erections for such long periods of time  and helps to produce even more cum for the next milking.  Kate whispered something into Madam's ear and after giggling, looked at me with evil grins. I was ordered to sit on one of the saw horses and put my legs up on the other, spreading them open. Then again the book dangled from the string tied tightly around the swollen penis head while scooping my cum out of the shallow bowl Madam uses to gather it one finger at a time and licking the finger clean.  This took awhile since there was so much of my cum to lick up.  Much to my pleasure, Madam said that I had suceeded in maintaining and hardening my penis longer than ever before and that I would now be rewarded.  In following them to the downstairs toilet and after both of them relieving themselves of poop trapped inside most of the day, I was grtanted permission to lick both their asses thoroughly clean !  To end this day was also rewarding, I would not have to sleep in my dog cage tonight but rather laying at the foot of her bed cuffed to one of the legs !  In my glee I told her I would do my best to reach her expectations of my penis and suggested in my slave manners that I secretly wished she would allow me to drink  more of her girlfriends urine and entertain them eating my cum.    
 
 

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