CYBER DATE

                                                               BY

                                                  SUBGAMBLE

This story is fictional and fantasy.  This story is intended to for those people who are of legal age.  It is not to be read by minors.  It should not be posted or left where minors will have access to it.  This story involves torture and explicit sexual behavior.  If this offends you read another story.  You have been warned.

Be careful who you talk to on line.  Jack met Kathy on line.  One thing led to another and the met in real life.  From the first time Jack met Cathy his life began to take a new twist. Jack had posted an ad on one of the kinky Internet dating sites.  He didn’t expect anything to come of it.  Jacks ad read;

 “Submissive male, age 40, 6’ tall, blue eyes and blond  and would like to meet a dominant woman. Main interests are being bound, chastised, tortured and forced to serve in any way the woman wishes.  I’m mostly interested in serving on line. I could meet under the right circumstances.

Jack didn’t expect anything to come of his ad. In fact he had forgotten he had placed the ad.  One day he received an e-mail. 

“I found your ad interesting.  I will do some cyber domination.  How much I can do remains to be seen.  If you are interested in chatting, meet me in #BDSM on IRC. Cha……. at 8 Saturday night.  Be there or you will never hear from me. Kathy.  Use the name subbyboy.”

Saturday night I logged on to the chat room and signed in as subbyboy.  I saw Kathy on the list of people in the room.  Before I could do anything, the message, “Subbyboy, pm me Kathy.” came up.

I brought up the private message box under Kathy’s name and typed, “Hi!” in the box.

“Don’t say hi to me sub.  My name is Ms Kathy.  Use that title at all times.”

We chatted awhile and Ms. Kathy told me that if I wanted to continue to cyber with her I would have to get a web cam.  She told me she had one and that if I had one we could see each other as we chatted.  She also told me that If I didn’t have a web camera she wouldn’t be able to see if I was obeying her orders.  Ms Kathy told me that I might make an interesting toy.  She told me that if I didn’t have a web camera that there would be no further contact between.  She gave me an e-mail address and told me to advise her when my web camera was set up.

I had no idea how to install a web camera or use it.  Thank goodness I had a friend that was really into computers.  I called and told him my problem.  He replied, “It will be a piece of cake.  We can set it up this weekend.  Shouldn’t cost you more than a couple of hundred bucks, if that.  Then I can show you how to use it.”

By Saturday evening the web camera was set up and I had a pretty good idea of how to use it.  I sent an e-mail to Ms. Kathy.  I surfed the net a little.  In a few minutes there was a ping indicating I had mail.  I opened the letter.  It was from Ms. Kathy.  It had instructions on how we could view each other and talk over the net.  I obeyed her instructions and soon a picture of a lady dressed as a dominatrix came on my computer screen.  This lady was beautiful.  She stood back from the camera and modeled her outfit for me.  Then she lifted her leg putting the sole and high heel of her shoe on the chair.  She posed with a whip.  I was hooked.  I immediately imagined her having me bound helpless on the floor and standing like that digging her heel into me.  I was immediately hard.

Ms. Kathy had long blond hair swept back into a pony tail.  She had deep azure blue eyes.  Her face had those high cheek bones and her face was long and narrow, giving of an air of dominance.  She had thin lips that I bet when was angry would have a cruel look to them.  She had perfectly shaped breasts and long lithe well developed legs.  When I pulled my eyes back into my head, I heard her saying.  “Boy move around a little I want to see what the pig I’m going to dominate looks like.”

I did as she demanded.  We chatted awhile and she said, “I have to find out if we’re compatible. I’m going to send you a BD check list.   Print it, Fill it out, scan it into your computer and return it to me and meet me here at 8 tomorrow night.”  Ms Kathy signed off.

In a little while I again got the mail call from my computer.  I read her litter, opened the attachment and printed the file.  I looked at the 2 pages that had come from the printer.  There was check list of things related to bondage and domination.  I was to check the ones in which I was interested.  There must have been well over 200 things listed on that check list.  I went through it and ticked off the things that excited me.  That was most of them.  There were a few things I didn’t understand.  I made a mental note to ask Ms. Kathy about them.  I answered the 3 essay questions and mailed the form back to Ms. Kathy.

The next evening she was on when I got checked in at 8.  She told me she was impressed with my answers on the BD check list.  Then she said, “I don’t charge a fee for dominating interesting slaves on line.  However, from time to time I will want slaves to use things which I will purchase for them.  They cost money and some of them are expensive.  I have found that $50 dollars a week will just about cover it.  I promise you will get 99% of your money back in merchandise.  Is that agreeable to you?”

I thought to myself, “This is just another rip off.  I looked at Ms Kathy’s beautiful face radiating that air of dominance.”  I couldn’t resist.  I heard myself saying, “Yes Ms. Kathy that is fine with me.”

She replied, “Good send me a check for $100 tomorrow.  Then the first of every month I expect to receive a check for $200.”

She gave me several orders and watched as I carried them out.  Then she said, “I’m going to send you instructions on how to tie yourself up.  Make sure you have the items in my list handy when you sign on tomorrow night.  Be here at 8.”

I read the letter.  The next day I purchased the rope.  I cut it to the lengths which she directed.  We signed on 8.  Again she gave me a series of orders and told me to strip.  I obeyed.  When she saw my rock hard cock, she told me, “I’ll have to take care of that.  We can’t have that happening.”

Then Ms, Kathy told me to tie myself up as the letter had directed.  I was to be sure I was on camera at all times.  She said she hoped I had practiced doing it several times as she had suggested in her letter.  I was glad I had practiced.

I struggled to tie the final knot.  I was now hogtied.  I heard Ms. Kathy say, “Stay that way for 3 hours.  Make sure you’re on the camera at all times.  I’ll be watching you.

I thought, “God three hours.  I won’t be able to stand that.  Somehow I did.  When I untied myself I was stiff and hurt.  Ms Kathy had logged off.  I took a bath and went to bed.

The next night I logged on at 8.  Ms Kathy told me I had done well.  She had received my check.  As soon as she received a few items, she would send them to me.  We agreed that my training sessions would not be less than 3 per week nor more than 5.  Before each session I would receive an e-mail with instructions.

Over the next several months, she trained me.  At the end of each session I would have to tie myself as directed.  I received nipple clamps, leather cuffs, a gag and several other things.  Shortly after she had begun to train me, Ms. Kathy had me make a lot of measurements around my waist, hips, cock and balls.

One day a letter told me I would receive a package.  I was not to open it until I met Ms Kathy on line.  I couldn’t wait but I did as directed.

We signed on.  Ms. Kathy told me to open the package.  I did.  In it was a strange looking belt and tube.  Ms Kathy said, “That is a chastity belt.  You indicated you wanted to be chastised.  Now let’s get you locked in that belt.”

I hesitated.  I received a stern order to obey.  I began to put on the belt as instructed.  Finally everything was in place and my cock was secured in the tube. I brought the ends of the belt to the locking slots.  I hesitated a second and then heard 2 clicks as the belt locked into place.  I was locked in the belt.  Ms Kathy had a big smile on her face as she logged off.

There was a letter in my mail box the next time I logged on.  It said, no further payments were needed and I would never see Ms Kathy again.  I thought, “What about this belt?  How do I get it off?”

The address Ms. Kathy gave was only an hour from where I lived.  I drove there and looked up the address.  It was a small apartment.  I checked with the super.  He said some one had used it for awhile as a mail drop.  He had never seen the person.

I drove back to my home horny as hell.  After a couple of more months, I couldn’t stand it.  I had to have that belt off.  No matter how embarrassed I would be, I had to see a locksmith.  There was one not far from where I lived.  I drove to the store.

I walked past it several times before I had the nerve to enter it.  I finally got up the courage and entered the store.  A feminine voice said, “May I help you?”

I said, “I need a locksmith.”

She relied, “I’m Jan.  That would be me.”

I stuttered, mumbled and made for the door.  She said, “I’m sure I can help you with your problem if you’ll tell me what it is.”

I replied, “It’s really personal.  I would rather deal with a male.”

Do you mean you’ve locked something on yourself and can’t remove it?”

I replied, “That is sort of what happened.”

“I’ve seen everything.  Nothing will shock me.  Come on in the back and I’ll see what I can do.”

I followed her through the store back to a shop.  I took my pants down and showed her the problem. 

“So you’re locked in a chastity belt and want out.  I’ll see what I can do. “

She examined the belt closely.  She brought over an amber liquid in a vial and put a drop of it on the metal.  She said, “Pull your pants back up.  There isn’t anything I can do to get that belt off of you.  Those locks are snap locks.  Once they close there is no way to open them.  That is a special metal that can’t be cut in normal ways.  You’re in the belt for good.

I left the store.

Part II

I went along the way I was in the belt for several months.  There was a girl at the place where I worked.  I had never noticed her before.  I guess being locked in the belt and horny.  Her name was Jill.  She was about the same height as me.  She had an average looking face.  However she had great tits and fantastic legs.  Lately she had taking to wearing a lot of leather.  She wore a tight leather blouse and form fitting knee high boots with high heels.  Jack got even more turned on and uncomfortable when he looked at Jill.  His raging cock that couldn’t even erect was killing him.

One day, Jill came over to Jack and said, “Jack I’m having a party this weekend.  Why don’t you come to it?”

Jack hesitated and Jill said, “Come on you don’t have anything better to do.”

Jack realized she was right. He said, “Ok I’ll be there.”  Jill said, “Show up a little after 7.”

Jack arrived at the party.  He didn’t know many of the people that were there.  He made small talk with several men and women.  All of the women seemed to have dates.  After she got everything fixed and had made the rounds of her guests.  Jill came over and hung out with Jack.  They found out they had a great deal in common.  The guests began to leave.  There was quite a lot to do to clean up after the party.  Jack asked Jill if she would like some help.  She told him that would be nice.

It took quite awhile to clean up most of the debris and get everything into the sink and dish washer.  Jill told Jack to relax and sit on the couch while she fixed them a drink.  When Jill came back with the drinks, she had changed into a black leather blouse and form fitting black, knee high boots.  The sight of Jill in leather put Jack in real pain.  He didn’t know how he kept from letting on how much pain his cock was causing him.  They finished their drinks.  Jack figured it was time to leave.  He got up to say goodnight to Jill.  She told him to turn around and put his hands behind his back.  Jack thought this was a weird request.  He humored Jill.  He felt cold steel circle his writs and heard the handcuffs click closed.

Jack quickly turned around and said, “What are you doing?”

Jill said, “I thought you had a submissive streak in you.  Tell me if I’m wrong and I’ll take off the cuffs.”

Jill pushed Jack gently back to the couch.  Jack complied and did not ask Jill to remove the cuffs.  He was actually enjoying being locked in them.  He would have had a lot more fun if his cock wasn’t locked in the infernal chastity belt.  Jill said to Jack, “Why don’t you get down and kiss my boots.”

Without thinking Jack got on the floor and began to polish Jill’s boots with his tongue.  Jill had him lick every square inch of her shiny black leather boots.  The she had him suck the heels and lick the soles.  Jack thought, “God I wish I could get some relief for my cock.”

Jill indicated to Jack that he should begin to tongue the insides of her thighs.  Jack was only too happy to oblige her.  Jill began to writhe and moan.  All of a sudden Jack felt Jill’s thighs lock around his head and force his tongue deep into her pussy.  Jack used his tongue to toy with her clit.  Jill squeezed Jack’s head so hard with her thighs that he thought it was going to explode.  He heard Jill give a loud moan and felt her shudder.  Then he felt the pressure on his head relax.  It took Jill quite awhile to recover from the climax that had racked her body.

When Jill gained enough breath to talk and move she told Jack to get back on the couch.  She said, “That was so good, I’m going to take care of you. “

Before Jack could stop her, she pulled down his pants and underwear.  Jill reached for Jack’s cock.  Then she discovered that there wasn’t a cock there.  Then she saw the chastity belt and said, “What on earth?”

She sat back on the couch and Jack told her the entire story.  Jill looked at Jack and said, “Wow! If you’ve been locked up that long you must be really horny.   I bet you need a lot of pain to take away your frustration.”

“That would be nice.  I haven’t been able to get any lately.”

“I think I can take care of that problem. Don’t go away.”

Jill soon returned, locked a steel collar on Jack’s neck, attached a leash to it and said, follow me.”

Jill pulled on the leash and there was little Jack could do but follow her.  Jill led Jack to a door he hadn’t seen at the back of the house.  Jill got a key and unlocked the door.  She turned to Jack and said, “Can’t have any of the guests wandering astray and wandering down here.”  Jill pulled the leash and jack had to follow her down the stairs.

They reached the bottom of the stairs.  Jill flicked on the lights.  Jack saw that they were in a full fledged dungeon.  There was everything needed rack, suspend, torture, whip and incarcerate a prisoner.  Jack heard Jill saying, “Jack if your cock has been locked up that long without relief, I bet you need some real pain.”

Without thinking, Jack replied, “It would help to take the edge off of what I’m feeling.”

“Good.  I haven’t had a subject to work on for a long time now.  I need to whip and torture a male.”

Jill led Jack to the center of the room.  She removed his shoes, pants and underwear.  Jill pulled Jack’s ankles far apart and fastened them to rings in the floor.  She unlocked the handcuffs and remove Jack’s shirt.  Jack’s wrists were secured in heavy metal shackles to which chains hanging down from the ceiling were attached.  Jill went over to a wall and pressed a button.  Jack’s arms were pulled up and out from his body.  Just as Jack’s toes were about to leave the floor, Jill stopped the rise of the chains.  Jack was tautly spread eagled, standing on tip toes.

Jill came over to Jack and said, “Damn I wish your cock and balls were free.  They way they’re locked up, I can’t do anything with them.  I’ll just have to make do with what it is available to me.”

Jill reached a drawer and came back with what Jack recognized as nipple clips.  These looked to be nastier than the ones Ms. Kathy had him use on himself.  Jill pulled and pinched one of Jack’s nipples and snapped the clip on it.  Jack felt fire rage through his nipple and let out a loud yell.  Before the echoes died, he let out a second yell as his other nipple felt the bite of the clip. Jill told Jack to open his mouth.  As he did Jill reached in and put a clip on his tongue.  Jack felt the clip bite into his tongue.  It hurt like hell.  He tired to yell but could only make gagging noises.  Jill looked in another drawer and brought out several more clips.  She put three of them on each of Jack’s ears.  Now jack was really struggling and gurgling from the pain.

Jill surveyed the struggling Jack.  She said, “Relax, I’m just starting.  You’ll have something to yell about when I cane you.  It’s been so long since I’ve been able to use a cane, I will really hurt you.”

Jill went over to a tall cylinder and pulled out a cane.  She swished it through the air, mumbled something and put it back.  She pulled out a second cane and slashed it through the air.  Apparently she was satisfied.  She headed for Jack’s backside, cane in hand.  Jack had noticed drops of liquid flying from the canes when Jill whipped them through the air.  She said, “I keep these canes in brine to keep them supple.”

Jill didn’t waste anytime.  She to a stance to the side of Jack and laid the cane hard into Jack’s ass cheek.  He let out a loud sound.  Quickly Jill lashed blow after blow of the cane into Jack’s ass and thighs.  Jack had received about 2 dozen lashes before Jill had to stop and come up for air.  Jack was making a constant noise and doing a pain dance while suspended by the chains.  Jill came around to the front of Jack and was breathless.  She looked at his crotch.  She said, “God I wish you could do something with that worthless cock of yours.  I need it.  Since you can’t use your cock when I demand you to do it, I’m going to have to punish you even more.  God my pussy is on fire.”

Jill went back to work with the cane this time laying into the backs of Jack’s thighs as well as his ass.  Jack heard Jill say, “I can’t stand it any more.”  He saw her ram the handle of the cane into her pussy.  She rubbed her cunt with the handle of the cane until she let out a loud shriek and shuttered.  When Jill came down from her high, she looked at Jack’s backside.  It was mostly purple from his ass halfway down the backs of his thighs.  She said, “I can’t do any more to your ass and thighs without doing permanent damage.”

Jill went over and selected a short thin whip from a drawer.  She stood in front of Jack and said, “This will probably be more painful than what I’ve already done to you.  The insides of the thighs are very tender and have sensitive nerve endings.  I’m going to whip the insides of your thighs.  You’re going to find out the difference between a really dominant woman and a pretend dominatrix.  A real woman whips the insides of the male’s thighs.  She knows how painful that can be.”

Jack thought, “This can’t be any worse than what she has already done to me.”  He didn’t think he could hurt any more.  He was wrong.

Jill lashed the thin whip into Jack’s thigh.  It left a red welt.  Jill slowly and deliberately lashed the whip into Jack’s left thigh until it was covered with thin red lines that crisscrossed each other.  Jill spent a long time doing the same thing to Jack’s right thigh.  Jack jerked and swayed every possible way in his bonds to try to avoid the lashes Jill was delivering to his thighs.  He succeeded in moving maybe a half inch.  Just when he thought he couldn’t take any more Jill set the whip on a counter.  Jack realized Jill had been right.  The punishment she had delivered to the insides of his thighs hurt much more than did the cane on his ass.

Jill lowered the chains and removed the shackles from his wrists.  She quickly roped his wrists behind his back and tied his elbows as close together as she could get them with rope.  She removed all of the clips she had placed on Jack.  As each clip was removed, Jack gave a yell.  When the clip was removed it was very painful when the blood flowed into the area.  The clip came off of Jack’s tongue.  It was replaced with a penis gag that Jill buckled tightly in his mouth.  Jill reached into a cupboard and brought out a leather helmet.  She came over and laced it tightly on Jack’s head.  Jack found that the only openings in the helmet were two small holes through which he could breathe.  He could see nothing.

Jack heard Jill saying “Now I can get you hogtied on the floor of the cell and lock you in for the night.”

Jill released Jack’s ankles, guided him over to a small cell and helped him lie on the floor.  Jill roped Jack’s legs snuggly together at the ankles and above and below his knees.  Jill used a long rope to tie Jack’s ankles to his wrists.  She took the ends of the rope and pulled them through a ring on the top of Jack’s helmet.  She tightened the rope until Jack’s head was pulled back toward his ankles.  His head was vertical to the floor.  She said, “Goodnight Jack.  Have a nice sleep.  We’ll talk in the morning.”

Jack heard a clank as the cell door closed and a click as it locked.  Jack hurt and ached from all of the blows that Jill had delivered to his body.  His body was tightly constricted by being hogtied.  Jack thought, “Man, this hogtie really hurts.  How can I stand it for the rest of the night?”  Jack struggled and rolled.  He had little movement.  All he succeeded in doing was cause his aching body to hurt even more and tire himself out.  Finally Jack gave into the helpless feeling and drifted off into space. As impossible as it seemed, he must have slept some.  He felt tugging at his bonds.  Soon the ropes fell away from his legs, the helmet was removed and she took out his ball gag.  Jill left Jack’s arms bound.  She neatly put away the gear she had removed from Jack’s body.  Jill came over and sat in front of Jack’s mouth.  She clamped her legs around Jack’s head and said, “Eat pussy slave!”

Jack tongued Jill to a climax. When Jill recovered she untied Jack’s arms.  She said, when you get to the top of the stairs, the bathroom is the first door on the left.  Take a bath or a shower if you wish, get dressed and come to the kitchen.

Jack showered and spent a long time under the water letting it sooth his aching bones and welts from the whip and cane.  He dressed and came into the kitchen.  Jill said, “In a sec I’ll have some eggs, toast and coffee ready.”

She finished cooking the eggs, put them on plates and set the plates on the table.  She set a cup of coffee in front of Jack and put another one by her plate.  They ate their food in silence.  They finished the food.  Jill poured them more coffee and sat back down at the table.

She said, “Jack I need another slave.  You look like a good candidate. What would you think about becoming a permanent a permanent slave to a dominant woman?”

“I don’t know.  I think I like the idea.  I’m just not sure.”

“I understand that.  I didn’t expect you to make a decision today.  How long do you think it will take you to decide whether you want to become my slave?”

Jack thought for a few minutes and said, “I think I would definitely know the answer at the end of two weeks.”

“Good!  Two weeks to think about it.  I wouldn’t want you to make a quick decision and then regret it.  Let’s say you show up here at my house two weeks from yesterday if you want me to enslave you.  I think you should be here by 4 in the afternoon.  If you show up, you will become my slave.  If you don’t show, you’ll never again see or lay eyes on me.”

“Remember if you decide you want to be my slave it will not be play acting or part time.  You will be a real slave with no rights of any kind.  You will adore the ground upon which all women walk and serve them in any way they wish.  Your slavery will be real and permanent.”

Jack said, “Thanks for the food.” And then he left.

Jack spent the next two weeks trying to make his decision.  Even though Jack had hated the pain while Jill was whipping him, the memories of what she had done to him turned him on.  Jack wavered back and forth between the two choices.  One day he hated the idea of becoming Jill’s slave.  The next day he got turned on by thinking about being her slave.  The first week passed and Jack had made no decision.  He spent a long lonely weekend.  He wished he could have Jill to work on him to relieve his frustration.

The next week passed slowly.  He had seen Jill at work several different times.  She was aloof and seemed to ignore him.  The days passed slowly.  By Friday evening Jack still had not made his decision.  He did not sleep well Friday night.  When he did dose off, he dreamed of being helpless and under Jill’s high heeled boots. 

Saturday morning dragged.  Jack was facing the prospect of another lonely weekend with no possibility of sexual relief.  He made his decision.  He would show up at Jill’s house and let her do as she wished with him.  Jack didn’t know it.  His decision sealed his fate.  A little before 4 he headed for Jill’s house.  He arrived there promptly at 4.  He knocked on the door.  Jill opened the door and he entered the house.  Jill turned him around and locked his wrists behind his back.  She said, “No escape for you now boy.  You’re mine.  Follow me to the dungeon or you’ll really be punished.”

Jack followed her to the dungeon.  She ushered him into the cell and locked the door.  After Jack was in the cell Jill said, “In a few minutes the attorney will be here.  She’ll have you sign a power of attorney giving me control over all of your affairs.”  Jill left.

Jack thought, “What have I gotten myself into?  I didn’t bargain for this.  I thought she just wanted me to play at being her slave.”  As jack was finishing these thoughts Jill came into the dungeon with 2 other women.  She said, "This is Carey my attorney and her legal assistant, Dora."

Carey said, “Jill says that you want to sign a power of attorney giving her control over all of your affairs.  Is that correct?”

Jack nodded, “Yes!”

“Are you signing this of your own free will?”

Again Jack nodded, “Yes!”

Jill said, “Jack turn around.”

Jill took of Jack’s cuffs.  Then Carey pushed the document on a clipboard through the cell bars and Jack signed it.  Carey witnessed thee document and put her notary seal on it.  Then the 3 women left Jack in his cell.

After a while Jill came back into the dungeon.  She had another lady with her.  She said, Jack this Gerta.  She is going to transport you to the slave training center.  I looked at Gerta.  She was good looking but powerful.  She stood over 6’ tall and had muscles on top of muscles.  Gerta had on shorts.  Jack could not help but stare at her legs. The sight of rolling calf muscles in a woman’s legs had always turned jack on.  Gerta’s calf muscles were the best developed calf muscles he had ever seen. 

When Jack could pull his eyes back into his head, he heard Jill saying, “Gerta and I are going to prepare you for transport.  You are to obey Gerta and any other woman in whose presence you maybe Just as if they were me.  Gerta told me to strip and put my wrists behind my back and come close to the bars.  My wrists were tied with rope.  Jill opened my cell door.  The 2 women quickly bound me into a ball like shape.  They left the room.

Jill and Gerta came back carrying a large wooden box between them.  They set it on the floor.  Gerta took the lid off of the box while Jill gagged and blindfolded me.  I was picked up and put in the box.  I heard the lid being nailed in place.  There must have been some holes in the box.  I could feel fresh air.  I felt the box being lifted and carried quite a distance.  The box was set down and I heard a door close.  Then there was a sense of movement.  I realized I was in a moving vehicle.  I felt the movement of travel for what seemed like a very long time.  The motion stopped.  The box was lifted out of the car and carried a distance.  The box was set heavily on the floor.   I heard the nails being pulled out of the lid.  I was lifted out of the box carried a distance and dumped on the floor.  I heard a door clank shut and a lock click.  I figured I must be in another cell.  I was left there a long time.  It was silent.  Not a sound penetrated the walls of wherever I was.  I was left there a long time.  I really ached and hurt.

Jack heard the cell door open.  The ropes were stripped off of his body and his wrists were locked behind his back in heavy metal shackles.  Heavy shackles were locked on his ankles.  A collar made of the same heavy metal was locked on his neck.  The blindfold was removed.  A woman he had never seen was standing there.  She hooked a chain from the wall to his collar.  The chain that connected his collar to the wall was short.  He would have to remain standing as long as the collar was locked to the wall.  His gag was removed and quickly replaced by a ball gag.  His guard went outside and got a plaque and hung it on the wall.  He could barely make out the words in the dim light of the cell. 

                                                             PRISONER 25

1.      Prisoner is to be gagged at all possible times.  No exception.

2.      Prisoner’s wrists are to be locked behind his back the entire time he is in this     cell.

3.       Prisoner must stand in cell during day.

4.      Prisoner will be tightly bound at night either on floor or standing.

5.      Prisoner will be harshly whipped at least 3 times a day.  More if the lady guard wishes.

6.      Prisoner will get 3 meals of gruel a day

7.      Any lady guard may bind, torture or punish prisoner at any time for fun.

8.      Prisoner’s sentence is 30 days in this cell, obeying these rules.

As he was finishing reading the terms of his sentence, the lady guard said, “There is a hole in the corner of your cell.  Your chain will just allow you to reach it.  Use it for the necessities.  There is a container of water that you can reach to drink.  Some one will feed you and whip you later.

Jack was left in complete darkness as the cell door closed.  I will not go into detail of everything that happened to Jack.  A typical 24 hour period went something like this.  He was fed a bowl of tasteless gruel.  Then he was whipped.  He got another bowl of gruel and another whipping.  He got a third bowl of gruel and a third whipping.  All the time I had to stand in the cell only able to move a couple of feet.  Sometime after the third bowl of gruel, he would usually receive another whipping and be tied in a way that he couldn’t move.  He was usually tied on the floor. He lost all track of time. The feeling of helpless closed in on him and he was beginning to become very docile.  If a woman gave him an order he jumped to obey it.

One day a new lady guard came into his cell and said, “Prisoner 25 you’ve completed your 30 day sentence.  You will now begin phase 2.  You will be in phase 2 for a minimum of 30 days.  How much longer you remain in phase 2 will depend upon you.  Each demerit you receive will add a day to your stay in phase 2.  I was ushered into another room and a little larger cell.  There was a tiny light in high up in the corner of the cell.

The lady guard said listen carefully.  “Your neck will be chained to the wall when you’re in the cell.  Your chain will be long enough you can sit or lie on the floor when you’re in your cell.  Your wrists will be shackled in front of you and you will not be gagged.  I’ll post your schedule and information on the wall.  My neck was locked to the wall with a long chain.  My wrists were shackled in front of me and my gag was removed.

The lady posted another plaque on the wall.  It read:

                                                        PRISONER 25

                                                  PHASE II SCHEDULE

1.      Prisoner will be locked in stocks for 4 hours twice each day.

2.      Prisoner will receive a whipping just after he has been placed in the stocks each time.

3.      Prisoner will receive a whipping just before he will be released from the stocks each time.

4.      Prisoner will perform 8 hours of heavy work under the lash while in shackles,

5.      Prisoner will be gagged when in the stocks and working.

6.      Prisoner may be punished by any lady guard at any time.

7.      If prisoner performs his tasks without having to be corrected he will be permitted to lie on the floor of his cell at night.

8.      If prisoner must be corrected, he will spend an additional day in phase 2 and have to stand in his cell gagged with his hands behind his back during the night.

Again I won’t go into details.  I’ll simply describe a sample day.  Early in the morning Jack would be locked in the stocks.  He would be caned.  He would spend 4 hours there and be caned before release.

Upon being released from the stocks, his arms would be bound behind his back, wrists to opposite elbow and secured there with my forearms parallel to the ground.  A harness would be locked on his body.  He would be led outside to a pole that had 8 spokes radiating from it.  A slave was harnessed to each spoke.  Then they were given the command, “Pull!   They walked in a circle causing the pole to turn.  It was hard work as the pole provided a lot of resistance.  A lady guard said, “You’re turning a millstone to grind grain.  It’s cheaper to use human power.  While turning the millstone, the slaves often received hard lashes from the whips of the lady guards.  If they thought a slave wasn’t pulling his share of the load he was whipped hard and long.  The slaves were fed gruel before they began work.  Half way through the 8 hour shift they received gruel and they received gruel at the end of the shift.  If a slave had to go had to go he did it just like a horse.

After the shift was over, the slaves were put back in the stocks, received the 2 canings and were taken to their cells.  Jack had to spend 50 days in phase 2.

Phase 3 was similar to phase 2.  The only difference was that Jack only spent 2 hours in the stocks twice a day and was only whipped once while he was in the stocks.  The other difference was the work day increased to 12 hours.  Jack spent 30 days in phase 3.

Phase 4 was entirely different than the other 3.  It was a brain washing phase.  Jack was locked in a cell and forced to stand and watch a TV screen.  There was face on the screen speaking.  Jack was ordered to stare into the eyes of the ladies face.  Jack had to listen to the voice telling him that he was slave to all women.  Over and over the phrase was repeated with variation.  Jack found himself mesmerized by the eyes the constant tone of the voice.  He would drift off only being conscious of the voice.  At night Jack was bound on the floor while the same voice came from a speaker.  Jack had to spend 30 days staring into the eyes and listing to the voice of the woman hypnotizing him.

Finally Jack was told he had completed his indoctrination program.  He was led to a stall in the stables.  The stall had the number 25 on the door.  Jack’s name was now 25.

The slave’s who completed the training program spent 16 hours working and 8 resting.  25’s Job was to turn the millstone 16 hours each day.  After 6 months had passed, the new slaves were told this coming Saturday there would be a ceremony at which they would be the guest of honor.  Jack wondered what this was about.

Saturday came and Jack was bathed and told to wait in his cell.  He was chained to a wall and had to stand.  Toward evening a guard came and led Jack out of his cell and into a large auditorium.  Jack could feel that there were a lot of spectators present.  Because of the bright lights he could not tell who was in the audience or their gender.  Five other slaves that Jack had never seen were standing spaced around the arena.  Jack was surprised to see that the other 5 slaves were wearing a chastity belt just like his.

Before Jack could digest the information 2 guards led him over to what looked like an operating table.  Jack was quickly strapped to the table with his legs up in the air and spread.  One of those jumbo TV screens came to life.  The large screen showed all of the slaves strapped to tables in the same position as Jack.

Two ladies came into the arena.  Jack thought they looked familiar.  They did something to the first slave’s chastity belt.  It feel away from his body.  Jack saw the 2 ladies remove the chastity belts from each of the other slaves.  When they got to him, his mouth dropped open and he was speechless.  One of the ladies was Jill; the other lady was Ms. Kathy.

Jill looked at Jack and said, “I told you not to come back unless you wanted to be a real slave.  Kathy and I recruit slaves for this plantation.  When she met you on the net she figured you would make a perfect slave.  She was not wrong.  Then when you didn’t object to me putting the cuffs on your wrists for the first time, I knew we had you.  Jack you cannot believe how much they pay us for each slave we provide them.  In addition we get to keep whatever assets the slave had.  It is a very lucrative occupation.”  Kathy did something to Jack’s chastity belt and it fell off of his body.

Jill and Kathy took seats in the first row.  A tall, dark haired lady took the stage.  She said, “I see the slaves are not gagged.  Since we don’t want to listen to them beg they need to be gagged.  Guards please gag the slaves.”

A gag was strapped in Jack’s mouth.

The tall dark haired lady continued, “The ceremony will begin in a few minutes.  Be sure not to lose your tickets.  Six ladies will take home a prize.  We will soon have 6 nullified slaves.  Once a slave looses his sex organs he much easier to control and more docile.”

Jack thought, “This can’t be happening to me.  I don’t want to lose my cock and balls.  I need to get out of here.”  Jack and all the other slaves jerked in their bonds.  It was no use they were firmly bound.  No matter how much they struggled, their genitals remained in the same place and did not move.

Jack looked at the giant TV screen. He saw three women dressed in white approach the first slave.  Jack tried not to watch but couldn’t help it.  Jack saw one of the women shave all of the hair from the slave’s crotch.  A second lady covered the slave’s cock and balls with a liquid and rubbed thoroughly into all areas of his crotch and around it.  The third lady rolled up a tray of instruments.  She injected the slave’s balls in several different places.  She did the same thing around his groin.

The lady picked up a scalpel.  She pricked the slave’s cock several times with it.  She got no response from the slave.  Jack watched as she proceeded to slowly cut around the slave’s ball sac. Every once in a while a clamp would be applied to prevent bleeding.  It looked as if the slave’s ball bag had been completely severed from his body.  In truth, it was still attached to his cock.  The lady took a sound and ran it down the slave’s pee hole.  She felt around and finally was satisfied.  Jack watched in horror a she slowly sliced around the penis and pulled the cock and balls away from the slave’s body in one piece.  The slave was stitched and rolled out of the arena on his table.

Jack continued watch as the other 4 slaves lost their genitals in the same manner.  The ladies approached Jack and soon he saw his ball bag being sliced from his body.  He saw his cock and balls come off of his body and drop into a bowl.

As Jack was being wheeled out of the arena he heard some one say, "The 6 winning numbers are."  She started to read out a series of numbers.  That was all jack heard he was wheeled down a long hall.  He was given a shot.

Jack came to in a bed.  He was tied down to the bed.  A nurse came in she pulled the cover off of Jack and held the mirror up for him.  She said, “You didn’t dream it.  They really are gone.  You’re healing nicely.  In a few weeks you’ll be back in the harness.  Just so you know, "All of your sex organs have been removed.  There is no way you will ever again have any sexual feelings.”

After 2 weeks Jack was taken back to the stable and harnessed to the millstone for his 16 hour shifts.  One day became another.  There was no time only work and sleep.  About 3 months after Jack had lost his cock and balls, his cell door opened.  Jack saw Jill standing there.

Jill held up something.  At first Jack didn’t recognize what Jill was holding.  Then he saw that it was a stuffed cock and balls.  The cock was in an erect position. “Jill said, "I just wanted you to see what you had lost.  I was lucky I won your cock and balls in the raffle.  I just want you to know that they make a lovely dildo.  I have climaxed using them many times.  I will get a lot more pleasure from them in the future.”

Jill left and Jack let out a loud howl.  Nobody was ever sure if Jack was sane after that.  He never said a thing.  He just did as he was ordered and slept.

Moral of the story, be careful who you meet on the Internet.

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