Secret Fantasies Fulfilled & Then Some

Chapter Seven-2

‘Oh my God!’ I thought with a spinning head; true fear now blossoming dramatically. ‘Sure, I’d enjoyed looking at the images and reading the stories about women who’d had all sorts of horrible things done to their bodies and weird, painful equipment permanently mounted to and inside them, but I knew those were only fantasy ... weren’t they??? Oh, God!’ I hoped desperately that all of those images and stories were only an artist’s and author’s wild imagination. ‘Surely, she would not make me wear any of that sort of incredibly tormenting equipment??’ Jessica interrupted my chaotic thoughts.

“You’ll probably quite dislike being fitted with, then having to wear the equipment and so-called jewellery, Alex, but, just as it has all been designed to do, it’ll all make you even more controllable than you already are. Just think of the incredible sensations you’ll get to experience, even though you’ll probably hate them. That’s a good thing as far as I’m concerned and sort of my gender revenge on men in general. Now, let’s go watch some TV for an hour or two, then I’ll put you to bed in your new cell. No more talking!”

She stood and came behind me, unlocked my leash from the wall ring, then pulled upward. I rose, feeling the wide collar clamp more tightly around my neck, and she shook the chain, urging me to walk ahead of her into the TV room and to where my comfortable easy chair normally sat. It was gone! In its place was what resembled an old-fashioned dental chair, but this one had been equipped with a plethora of dangling straps and chains!

“This is your new lounger, Alex. It was delivered and installed this afternoon, as well as a second one just like it, but somewhat more elaborate, up in your room. You’ll be spending a lot of your time in one or the other, when you’re not in your bed or outside. Now get yourself settled and I’ll fasten you.”

Truly, I had no option but to do as she demanded. I knew that if I attempted to resist, she’d immediately reduce me to begging wreckage with the application of strong e-stim ‘encouragement’. I was prohibited from speaking and so wordlessly climbed into the chair and gingerly sat down to find that the seat was surprisingly comfortable. A tension was applied to my rear collar leash, pulling my neck back and settling my head firmly into the rests just behind the temples, then, she took chains from the joint of the seat and back rest, clipped them to the hip rings of my chastity belt’s waist band, and pulled them firmly, forcing my buttocks all the way onto the seat. Next, she draped a wide thick strap over my skirt below my thigh cuffs then pulled it very tight. At the foot plate, she locked my hobble chain to a ring at the centre and two side chains to the outer ones of my cuffs, then standing, went behind and flipped two wide straps over my shoulders where they each divided into two more straps. On each side, the outer one came under my arms and was passed through a locking buckle on the chair’s back, while the other ones came down to clip to the D ring on the front of my crotch shield ... the same one that held my wrist cuffs. She wasted no time and soon had the straps all tightened so that I was held immovably, but the worst of them all were the ones that acted as a brace, pulling my shoulders back harshly. While tightening them yet again, she spoke quietly.

“I’ve noticed that you’ve begun to adopt a poor posture, dear, and that’s the reason for the shoulder brace system. You’re going to wear a quite severe one of one type or another until I’m satisfied that you’ve learned to hold yourself properly. Even then I’ll make you wear one all the time anyway because your upcoming body modifications will almost certainly make it necessary. Now, I’m going to free your wrists for a moment and I want you to behave while I re-fasten them. Any foolishness and you’ll be quite sorry, understand?”

Oh, I understood alright! I nodded silently in submission and she immediately released the lock that held my hands in my lap, then placed each of my arms on those of the chair. I let them rest there while she passed a wide strap over each of my upper arms, then connected the underside ring of each wrist cuff to the chair’s arms with other locks. Two more chains came from a central fitting on the back of the chair and these she connected to rings on my above-the-elbow cuffs, then tightened them fully also. I stared ahead at the big screen TV, utterly helpless while the chair rose about a half metre then flattened out slightly before she tilted it so I could see the screen again.

“Comfy? You may speak.”

“Uh ... I guess I’m as comfortable as can be expected in this kind of bondage,” I mumbled grumpily, trying to shift just a little, feeling the imprisonment of my chastity belt very intensely.

“Now-now-now!” she admonished. “I’ll not tolerate sarcasm. Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

I lay quietly watching the screen for a few moments before she stood and came over to me. I looked up to see that she was holding my gag in her hand.

“Open wide, dear! You’re going to wear this because I don’t want your crying and whimpering to disturb me.”

Staring up into her innocently smiling face, I couldn’t believe what she’d changed into! Nevertheless, I opened my mouth and short seconds later the pad was completely behind my teeth. The chair’s head rests allowed her easy access to my rigidly held skull and she wrapped the covering strap over my already helmeted cheeks, tightened it firmly, then returned to her seat. I couldn’t turn my head to the side, but heard her clearly when she spoke again.

“I’ve discovered some other lovely talents of your chastity belt’s remote control,” she said brightly, “so I’m going to be doing some experiments with it tonight. Here we go!”

Slowly, small teasing tendrils of electricity caressed my imprisoned, skewered, swollen and very sensitive maleness ... not the violent and horrible shocks she’d used to train and discipline me earlier in the day. Having been denied any sort of s****l excitation or release for the longest time, I instantly came to straining erectness inside the imprisoning rubber liner, only to feel its deep restriction immediately. The neoprene rings seemed to strangle me even more! I struggled to achieve some sort of further excitation to reach an orgasm, but was completely denied the opportunity, despite the unending sensations that assaulted my body. My hips instinctually attempted to buck against the chains and I pulled my legs frantically against their restraints while my fingers clawed uselessly in mid-air at the ends of the chair’s arms. With my head held so securely in the rests, I couldn’t move it even the slightest amount and so stared straight ahead while the excitation under my chastity belt went on and on in unending, maddening waves. It was obvious why she’d fitted me with a gag, because without it I’d have quickly begun begging and pleading and shortly, screaming for a release or for her to stop what she was doing. The teasing didn’t stop and I became nearly crazy from it, then a slow orgasm began to build and I shuddered violently, closing my eyes and howling while it overwhelmed me. It was the first time I’d ever had one while in this type of bondage and it blew my brains apart, being so strong. I think I fainted, for when my eyes opened, Jessica was standing above me.

“Well! It looks like that sequence will do wonders for you!” She smiled down into my staring eyes. “Maybe I’ll leave you subjected to it for a whole night, just to see how crazy it will make you, but then again, maybe I’ll just not use it very frequently at all. If I do that, you’ll know that I can make you have an orgasm nearly anytime, but you won’t be able to get yourself off, just by yourself. Hhhmmmm. Perhaps that’s the way to go ... keeping you on edge until you’re mindlessly in need, but unable to do anything other than await my pleasure, then milking you completely dry. However, I understand that after the third or fourth orgasm, a male begins to feel very uncomfortable.

“As you know, dear, everything has its price and yours is a session of discipline tonight and tomorrow night, after you’ve been placed in your bed, but as well, your weekend session will be more intense than usual. Anyhow, something more for you to think about. I’m going to watch the rest of the show now, so I’ll set the program to give you another orgasm while I do. Enjoy!”

She returned to her chair and about ten minutes later, the sensations began to tease my semi-flaccid maleness into a full and straining erection once more. My body had recovered sufficiently so that I once again quickly erected from the arousing pulses of the unending electricity, but this time she’d dialed it back slightly so that it was almost an annoyance, and it kept me from a release for the longest time, making me writhe and pull at my straps and chains in frantic, frustrated desperation. Nearly an hour and a half later she turned up the stimulation just the slightest amount and I howled, biting the gag pad hard and clenching my eyes closed when the more and more rapid building of an impending orgasm shuddered my belly under its steel covering. The rush of sensation was an immense wave that flooded up to my brain and suddenly all of my synapses connected and I exploded with jets of semen into the belt’s receiver tube, my pelvis bucking frantically and instinctually. I desperately wanted to touch myself, but struggle though I might, I was securely held down and so kept my eyes closed, trying to imagine what I looked like in the chair while I was driven to my release.

I needn’t have bothered, for Jessica had arranged two discrete video cameras to record all of my struggles and later showed them to me. As it was, she ignored me completely, yet this time, left the e-stim on at the same level, so that even though I thought I was exhausted, my body betrayed me yet again an hour later and once more I screamed dementedly into the gag, thrashing in maddened efforts to escape what was being done, until I descended into a vortex of blackness, inter-laced with lightning bolts of arousal.

When I came awake again it was to find that the chair had been returned to a normal configuration and she was releasing me from it. While I’d been unconscious, she’d freed my arms and wrists then re-connected their cuffs to the front shield. I groggily stood at her urging, then was drawn in hobbled steps to the stairs and up to my room where she unlocked the door and pulled me inside. I stepped reluctantly up onto the raised floor and looked around to see that what had once been a large pleasant bed room with a big window looking out onto the back lawn, had been transformed into a sterile, totally black chamber with no window anymore. Until this point, she’d not permitted me to see my cell, having kept me blinded, but now I got a chance to inspect it more thoroughly. The only other colour was the gleaming silver of the bed’s fittings and that of the chains, then I saw another of the same type of chair I had just been freed from, squatting on its hydraulic pedestal off to one side. It too was completely chromed but was slightly different than the one downstairs, for, under the seat on each side, small metal boxes had been bolted and from each of them, thick coiled cables and hoses hung, while, leading up the back of the seat, was another pair of heavy, corrugated black hoses, their ends tipped with big, threaded fittings, where they dangled from the top of the back rest. In the opened closet, hung neatly on hooks, I saw my collection of gas masks and shuddered with terror, looking at the chair and its waiting hardware, for I knew that very soon I’d be strapped into it and she would ensure that I was suitably tormented while locked into one of the depersonalizing gas masks.