Chapter Seven

Experimentation

Manchester – 29^th & 30^th May 2011:

I received a text message 2 days prior to meeting.

‘You are to report to me at 1.00pm on Sunday.  Arrive at my place on-time, and be prepared for a hard time. You shall be taken to another well equipped dungeon that I have discovered outside Manchester. I’ve not used this dungeon before, so I shall be using you as a guinea pig to try out the extensive range of BDSM equipment and furniture available.  I expect you to be mentally and physically prepared for this, so you’d best get a good night’s sleep on the Saturday.  The following day, I also have plans for you, so make sure you are available all day - Kris’.

Despite being in chastity and unable to touch my cock, I felt instant arousal.   At the same time, my heart pounded at the thought of being taken to an unknown destination to be trialled on new BDSM furniture that I’d never experienced before.  I was excited but at the same time, suddenly very nervous.

I then remembered my trust in my Master & realised that I would be safe in his presence and always had the stop word to use if necessary, although … I was very reluctant to use this method of ‘escape’ unless absolutely necessary. I wanted to prove myself as a Slave who was capable of accepting my Master’s desires … no matter what!

I arrived in Manchester on time, checked into my hotel and reported to my Master as he had instructed at 1.00pm. We soon left his apartment and travelled out to Lancashire to the BDSM dungeon awaiting us.

On arrival, we were taken to the ‘red room’ where basic safety instructions on the use of the extensive range of bondage equipment were given. The door to the ‘red room’ was closed and I was on my own with my Master ready for whatever he had planned.

I was forced to the floor and stripped of my boots, socks, jeans and shirt, then masked. My Master instructed me to stand up and I was immediately escorted over to a confinement cell. The door to the cell was opened and I was pushed inside without a word being spoken. The iron-barred door to the cell clanged loudly as it was locked shut. I was left in my cell for awhile whilst Kris prepared himself for the session. I stood upright and waited patiently.

The cell door was eventually unlocked and I was instructed to get out.  This gave me an opportunity to look around the dungeon room, heavily illuminated with red lights.

Full length mirrors covered the walls reflecting images of all the furniture and equipment in the room. I noticed a long wooden bench with a leather padded top, well equipped with hooks and straps, together with a roller device at one end... a stretching rack!

In front of me was a traditional wooden framed, leather padded spanking horse, to the left of which was a large ornate wooden throne chair in which my Master decided to sit for awhile whilst I was left in my thoughts to wonder about what I was destined to experience within the next hour or so!

Numerous paddles, canes, restraints, bondage devices, etc. were displayed menacingly around the room giving a very clear impression of what was in store for me!

My Master, wearing only black boots and a jock strap, walked over to the stretching rack and started to make some adjustments.

‘Right Slave, I want you on here now!’

I stepped up onto the black leather-padded top of the rack. My ankles were attached to one end of the rack and my wrists secured to the roller bar at the top end.  Kris smiled at me as his hand went to grip the roller handle.

‘Let’s see how you cope with this little device’.

The handle was slowly turned making a loud cranking sound as the roller rotated, tightening the tension on my wrists...  Tighter... stretching my arms in front of me... tighter and tighter... slowly cranking up the tension in my body, until I could take no more and begged for mercy.

He finished his final turn of the handle before complying with my pleas. I was stretched to the limit, lying face down on the leather padded top, which fortunately for me, was quite comfortable.

My naked arse was available to my Master for punishment and he intended to take full advantage of the situation. He produced a cane and started to swish it through the air to get the feel of its flexibility. I was the warned to stay still and take my punishment without struggling.

His instruction wasn’t necessary.  What chance had I got of moving an inch of my body, or struggling at all!  I was helpless and totally at his mercy, and he knew it!

‘You will receive 12 strokes of the cane on your naked ass. You are to count off every stroke as usual. Are you ready Slave?’

‘Please Master. Why am I being punished Sir’.

I was reminded of one particular section of my Statement of Commitment that I had made to him in March, of which he had a copy:

I shall accept punishment for whatever reason is decided by my Master and shall never question his decision on the infliction of punishment.

‘You shall now receive an additional 6 strokes for questioning my decision.  You are my Slave. You do not question any decision I make regarding punishment.  Understand?’

‘Y...yes Master’, I confirmed nervously. ‘I’m sorry Sir for questioning your decision.

‘You will be, now take your punishment – all 18 strokes and remember to count off every one’.

Swiiish …. Aaaaargh!

‘One, thank you Sir’

‘Two, thank you Sir’

‘Three, thank you Sir’ …………

‘Twelve... thank you Sir!’  Each stroke was hurting more and more, and I was unable to struggle. My ass was burning hot.

‘Thirteen, thank you Sir’

Aaaaargh!

‘Fourteen, thank you Sir’ …......

Aaaaarghhhh!

‘Seventeen, thank you Sir’.

I was warned – the last stroke was going to be hard.

Aaaaarghhhh!

‘Eighteen, thank you Sir!’

My punishment was over, for the time being at least!

‘I think you can take a little more stretching Slave, do you agree’?   

I didn’t want to respond like a wimp, so I agreed.   Kris slowly cranked up the handle, stretching me to my limits. I begged and he stopped.  I was left for a few minutes, whilst he considered his next course of action.

The pinwheel, that I hadn’t experienced in awhile, was then shown to me as a reminder. This was used on my legs, thighs, balls, back, arms and ass. I groaned in both torment and pleasure, knowing that the torture that I was being subjected to whilst still totally stretched, was pleasing my Master.

Eventually I was released from the rack and allowed to sit on the floor of the dungeon for a few minutes.

‘I have a new toy to demonstrate and experiment on you. You are going to like it Slave. You will experience this tomorrow, when Daniel will also be joining us again’.

I suspected that I was not going to like it, whatever it was!

Master then appeared with a clamping device called a ‘Humbler’, made of wood and about a foot long.  I was ordered onto my hands and knees on the floor, ass held high and legs wide apart. I had no idea what this device could be used for but I was soon to find out!

I could not see what he was doing between my legs, but could feel my Master handling my cock and balls, as he attempted to get them into the clamps, that were then tightened by means of nuts and bolts.

Each end of the Humbler was held in a secure position behind my legs, just beneath my ass thus forcing my cock and balls in a backwards position right between my legs! Once this tortuous contraption was fitted, my Master ordered me to carefully attempt to stand up.

I managed to get onto my feet, but as I tried to lift my body into a fully upright position, my cock and balls pushed backwards! To stand in an upright position was impossible, and I gasped as I immediately retreated back to my previous position on my hands and knees. I begged to be released, but was left to suffer in the Humbler for several minutes until he was satisfied that I had endured enough torture, for the time being at least!

After my release, I was told we’d soon move on to the Blue Room, but not before I had suffered on the Spanking Bench.

‘Get yourself onto the bench now’, demanded Kris.

I now knew better than to question this so obeyed immediately and climbed onto the bench, in position with my ass held high and ready for more punishment. Not a word was spoken as I was repeatedly spanked with both leather and wooden paddles. Only my wrists were secured to the front of the bench, so I was able to wriggle my ass and legs in agony when the punishment was inflicted.

‘Keep still, or you’ll suffer some more!’

I was ordered to get my clothes together to move on to the next dungeon room, where more sophisticated BDSM equipment awaited me.

Wearing just a jock strap, I followed my Master down the narrow, dimly lit corridor to the Blue Room, which was again enhanced with floor to ceiling mirrors and a most impressive collection of bondage racks, horizontal suspension frame, a suspended iron head cage, a dog cage, sleep sack, throne chair, and an enormous range of leather and rubber masks, toys, c/p implements etc.

This room was dimly lit with both white and blue lighting, again creating a very heavy atmosphere, appropriate to any BDSM dungeon.

I was immediately taken to an iron head cage, suspended by chain from the ceiling. This was opened and after I had been put into position, the cage was closed and locked around my head. My body was free, but I could not move anywhere as my head was imprisoned. All I could do was stand there and wait.

I must have waited some minutes for my Master to release me and escort me over to a tilting bondage bench with a black leather platform, onto which I was fully laid out on my back.  My legs were raised and placed onto stirrups under my knees, holding my legs apart and raised a little into the air.

My jock strap was removed and I was then subjected to a lengthy session of nipple torture as well as cock & ball torture. My nipples were to be dealt with first.

Master’s fingers squeezed both nipples firmly, gradually harder & harder, causing me to squirm on my back in agony. Tight metal clamps were then fitted to both nipples and I yelled in agony as they gripped me tightly, until the pain subsided into a severe stinging sensation.

My Master’s hands then went down to my opened crotch and groped & squeezed my tender balls before twisting them in the palm of one hand. Again, I wriggled and squirmed on the leather padded bondage bench as I experienced the pain and discomfort of being tortured in two very sensitive areas.  I looked around dungeon and closed my eyes in order to cut out the pain, but my mind was tormented and there was no escape.

‘What’s the matter Slave? Are you feeling any discomfort, what a shame!’

I ignored his comments, gritted my teeth and tolerated the torture as best I could.

Eventually, I was asked ‘Are you O.K. Slave’?

‘Not really, under the circumstances, but I’ll survive, don’t worry about me’.

‘Ok, I won’t’ came his reply!

Eventually he released his grip around my cock and balls, and went to unfasten the metal nipple clamps. This was the moment I had been dreading. I knew only too well the pain experienced when tight nipple clamps are released!

I took a deep breath and again closed my eyes as I waited for both moments of sheer pain!  On both occasions, I lifted my body and yelled out in agony!

Why did I want to be a sub and subject myself to this! - I thought to myself.  But I knew really that deep down inside…. I wanted it!

‘Time for more dog training... get me your Labrador Mask, collar and lead’.

I fetched these from my bag, kneeling in front of my Master ready for them to be fitted.

I was walked around the dungeon on all fours, and told to sit at the door to the dog cage, as it was opened for me to crawl inside.  My ass was booted as my head and shoulders entered the cage, encouraging me to get inside quickly.  I was given a drinking bowl with cold water and lapped it up.

‘Good dog, now wait there whilst I have a cigarette’.

‘Woof’!

I waited on all fours for his return, sniffing around the bottom of the cage and looking forward to being released and able to explore the dungeon as a dog! I didn’t have to wait long.

To my delight, the cage door was soon unlocked and opened.

‘You can come out now Mutz, explore and have a good sniff round’. 

‘Woof, woof’ I replied in approval!

I crawled out of the cage head first and my Master took hold of my lead which was dangling from my neck and trailing on the floor beside me.

‘Come on Mutz, follow me’. 

I immediately followed Kris as he walked over to the magnificent throne chair and sat down, looking appropriately superior as my Master. I crawled up to his feet and immediately started to lick his boots.

‘Good dog, get both boots nice and clean for me’.

‘Woof, woof’.

After awhile, I lifted my head and moved forward a little so that my snout was in his crotch. I sniffed around his cock and balls that were neatly packed inside his jock strap.

‘Get down!’

I pretended not to understand, and continued to sniff franticly around his crotch.

‘Get yourself into the Present Position’, demanded my Master.

Sensing he was annoyed, so I immediately obeyed, got into position and lifted my ass high. I knew what was to follow… more punishment!

I promptly received 10 hard thrashes on my ass and I yelped uncontrollably as the punishment was inflicted.

‘When I tell you to stop, you stop immediately, dog. I will not tolerate disobedient behaviour so don’t try it again, or else next time your punishment will be more severe’.

‘Woof’.

My Master left his chair and yanked my lead forwards, forcing me back onto all fours ready to be walked around the dungeon. I sniffed the floor, and the various leather and rubber BDSM equipment that was lying around. I had always adored the smell of leather as a human and still loved it just as much as a dog!

He was pleased with my improving performance as his dog, and confirmed this verbally. To my delight, I was given permission to lick and suck his cock.  It was then time to move on to a new experience in the dungeon.

I was laid on my back on another bondage bed. A green rubber gas mask, fitted with a length of rubber hose, was placed over my head. It was fairly tight around my head, and I started to learn to adjust my breathing accordingly. Kris was with me all the time to ensure that I was ok with this, and assured me that he would be watching over me.

I felt comfortable with this new experience and found that the rubber around my head expanded and shrank as I breathed in and out, making me feel extremely submissive and slavish. The pinwheel was used on my thighs, cock and balls to further excite me, and I groaned in ecstasy.

Before the dungeon session concluded, I was tied in a vertical, spread-eagled position and left for awhile, whilst my Master stayed with me to ensure that I did not come into any difficulty.

We left the dungeon and called into an old English pub for a couple of beers before making the return journey to Manchester.

Back at the hotel, we showered and changed ready for evening dinner, where we celebrated my Master’s satisfaction with the afternoon’s dungeon experience.

Kris reminded me that Daniel would be joining us the following evening. He smiled but said no more about it.

In the morning, Kris left me for a few hours, but warned me that he’d be calling on me early in the afternoon to collect my room key.  I would be left alone in my room after that for several hours to prepare myself mentally. I was not to go out or leave my room in the meantime unless in case of an emergency.  Neither was I given any indication on what time they would arrive.  They would both turn up without notice whenever it suited them!

I made sure that I was back in my room by lunchtime and waited for Kris to arrive to collect and confiscate my room key. He did this just after 2.00pm, said very little to me and left, informing me that he and Daniel would see me sometime later. Without knowing what time, I was expected to be ready for their arrival.

I showered and dressed in shorts and casual top, and spent the afternoon watching TV and resting.  As late afternoon turned into evening I began to get a little tetchy.  The suspense was beginning to get to me now. I waited and waited and waited...

I heard voices outside the room door, then the door handle turning. In walked my Master together with Daniel, letting the door close behind them.

Without any social introduction, I was forced off the long sofa where I was lying and thrown face down onto the bed.  Daniel leapt on top of me, sitting on my back astride of my body and holding my arms firmly down, whilst my Master proceeded to strip me naked apart from my underpants, and tie me up with rope, so that I was unable to escape.  There was little or no conversation between them, indicating to me that Kris had planned the whole session intricately!

Once totally bound, masked and gagged, I was lifted off the bed and placed face down onto a black rubber play sheet which had been laid out on the floor. One of them blindfolded me, whilst the other booted my ass and grabbed my balls between my legs.

The gag was removed from my mouth, and I was forced to clean Daniel’s boots with my tongue whilst Kris stood over me, with one booted foot holding my head down firmly. Then they changed over and I cleaned the Kris’s boots in the same way.

Some of the rope bondage was removed and I was lifted off the ground to stand on my own two feet. I felt hands at my ankles the sound of what I assumed to be cling-film being unwound from a roll, wound round my legs from my ankles upwards, then around the tops of my legs, ass, waist, arms and chest. My cock & balls, as well as my nipples, were left uncovered.

My arms were bound tightly to my body, so I was totally incapable of doing anything myself.  I was thrown backwards onto the soft bed and lifted up so that my head was resting on the pillows. Rope was tied around my ankles and used to lift my bound legs upwards until my feet were facing the ceiling. Somehow, they were secured in this position, so that my legs could not drop down to the bed.

Hot dripping candle wax was then dripped onto my nipples, cock & balls, and I grovelled in agony as each drop landed on target. I was then teased with a leather whip, as nipple clamps were fitted onto both nipples, as a pair of hands tortured my cock & balls.

I suffered this torture for some time, before I felt scissors removing the mummification cling-film, and I was forced to stand up at the foot of the bed.

There was brief conversation between them and I surmised that they were planning some further form of bondage to best suit whatever they had planned for me.  I felt my underpants being pulled down to my legs which were forced apart, then rope was tied around my cock & balls.

Blindfolded, I couldn’t see what they were doing, though I sensed I was being bound to some piece of furniture by the rope that was now pulling tightly, stretching my balls from beneath my crotch.

I could feel feet holding my head at both sides and could hear Daniel’s voice from behind me, so assumed that he was sitting over me at the foot of the bed whilst Kris completed the extensive and inescapable bondage. I was totally restrained, bound, gagged and helpless, ready to be subjected to whatever devious activity they had planned.

I felt a pinwheel on my legs, then on my chest at the same time.  Did they have 2 now?  I tied to wriggle my body but I was firmly bound, and the feet and legs around my head prevented any movement whatsoever!  It was obvious that he now had 2 pinwheels, and I had to suffer in silence as they were rotated menacingly all over my body.

‘I know you like the pinwheel Slave, so I’ve decided to use two.  I know you can take it’.

I didn’t reply.

Someone was crouching close to my head and my gag was removed. I was forced to suck cock.  Who’s cock?  I didn’t know.

My Master informed me that he had an additional new toy waiting for me. He assured me that I would like it, and if not, then at least he would enjoy playing with it! I heard Daniel start laughing.

I was laid out flat on the floor, with my cock and balls still stretched with cord which I assumed to be attached to something solid at the other end.

My Master asked if I was ready for his new toy. I confirmed that I was cautiously, but what choice did I have!

I heard a loud click and felt a sharp sting on one of my thighs, then another on the other thigh, then another on my balls, followed by my crotch, tummy, nipples, arm pits....

I heard Daniel laughing as Kris said to me ‘You like that Slave don’t you’.

I managed a pathetic reply.

‘No, I bloody don’t!  What the fuck is it?’

Kris joined in the laughter and confirmed that it was called a TAZapper.

‘You see slave, what you’re experiencing is a concentrated spark of non-penetrating static electricity across the gold plated contacts at the end of the battery operated unit I’m holding in my hand.  All I need to do is press the button on the handle and you’ll experience a perfectly safe, but sharp shock treatment, like this!’   

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

AAAARGH!

Eventually I was released from bondage and forced back onto the bed face-down with my ass held high.  Daniel was about to do what I’d come to learn he did best … Give my ass a good thrashing whilst my Master held me down.

I lost track of all sense of time as Daniel lashed into me.  I can only remember thinking that this was pleasing my Master, watching me suffer in this way.

I was freed and sent to shower. We all later went to a restaurant and enjoyed a good meal before Daniel left.  

Kris and I returned to my hotel room for the night, and I was rewarded for accepting all that I had suffered over the last 2 days, much to my delight.

After a good night’s sleep, I got ready to leave for home.  

Kris advised me before we parted that he had some special form of outdoor training planned for me next month in June.

He was looking forward to that!