CHAPTER 2
The dog cage wasn’t all that uncomfortable, but it wasn’t a bed, either. It looked to be about four feet long by three high and wide. I was able to lie with my back straight if I bent my legs. I found the chastity device somewhat uncomfortable but I was exhausted after everything that had happened tonight. I fell asleep easily and slept through until I heard Victoria open the door. She led me to the bathroom where she removed the device and rubbed my cock to restore circulation. She led me to the toilet where she held it, saying, “Go ahead, pee and then we can take a shower. I’m holding mine for later.” This was really humiliating, but, once again, I thought I had no choice so after a few agonizing minutes I began to pee. Victoria did an excellent job of aiming so I had to assume she had some prior experience. She shook it a few times, wiped with a tissue and flushed. She led me to the large shower stall where she joined me as she adjusted the water. It was a bit hotter than I usually like but she either didn’t notice or didn’t care. I tried to grab the soap but she stopped me, telling me to kneel. She stood over me and I learned why she was “holding it.” She pissed over my head and chest. When I looked up she had a huge grin as if to say “Gotcha!” At least she hadn’t asked me to drink it. That would come later, I’d learn.
I didn’t think it was that big a deal—we were in the shower and it was pouring over me so I was cleaned off seconds later. I rose when she was done and now took the soap. I rubbed it over her back and ass before moving down to clean her legs. I hesitated when she turned around. Her nipples were right at eye level. I wanted to reach out and lick them, so I did. Victoria responded with a knee to my balls. “I decide when you do that, not you. Now behave yourself or go home.” I apologized and got back to cleaning her. As I knelt to clean her legs she pulled my hair and face into her pussy. “This you can lick. Do a good job and then I’ll let you buy me breakfast.”
I ate her hot pussy with gusto, fucking her with my tongue and finding her G-spot and rubbing it furiously with my tongue as I rubbed her clit with my fingers. When I sucked hard on her clit she lost her footing and slid to the shower floor as her body shook wildly.
I took her out to breakfast once we had toweled dry and dressed. We went to a fancy buffet brunch held every weekend at the local country club. I wasn’t a member but the brunch was open to anyone who could afford the exorbitant prices. After brunch we returned to her apartment. I didn’t know what to expect—should I strip in anticipation of another session or wait and follow her lead. I decided to follow Victoria who just sat silently until almost one. I assumed she was thinking of how to torment me later in the day and I was right. I could almost see the light bulb in her head when she jumped up and told me she wanted to play. I returned my clothes to the chair and stood naked awaiting her orders.
She removed me from the chastity device and led me by the string still glued to my cock to the bedroom. Once there she tied the twine around my ball sac but this time there was only a single loop tied into the middle of about a fifteen foot long piece. She had me stand in the middle of the bed while she tied one end to the right side post at the head of the bed. The other she tied to the left side post at the foot, pulling the cord tight. I was stuck between the two. Matters got worse when she tied another loop around my sac, the ends going to the opposite posts. I stood there trembling in the middle of a tight “X” knowing that any movement in any direction would bring me extreme pain, if not permanent damage to my reproductive organs. Victoria stood by laughing at my predicament, going so far as to shake the bed.
I didn’t know if she took pity on me or if she had some other torture in mind, but she climbed onto the bed and cuffed my hands to the chains from the ceiling. I learned quickly enough that it was the latter when she began to paddle my ass. I now had two big problems—the burning pain in my ass and the strain on my balls every time she walloped me.
Victoria continued this for almost an hour until she tired of the game. Then she released my balls—Thank God!–and lowered my hands. I shook my arms and shoulders to restore the circulation and ease my muscles. My balls were swollen again from the abuse they had taken. She gave me a brief rest while she set up for the next fun episode.
This was one of the simplest but also one of the hardest on me. She cuffed my hands behind my back and my ankles together. She tied a rope to the rings in my ankle restraints and looped in over the short chain between the cuffs. Then she pulled the two together so my hands and ankles were together. The problem here was that I wasn’t able to balance unless I bent over backwards, and to make things even worse she tied a cord onto the loop at the end of my cock and ran it to the chains overhead. I knew now that if I fell over I’d probably rip my cock off. She left me like this for two hours. I was invited to stay overnight again but I had to decline. I always took almost a full day’s work home on the weekends and I hadn’t done a lick. I needed all day Sunday to complete it.
I met with Victoria every weekend for six months and she brutalized me every single time. Why would I go through this agony over and over? Good fucking question! There’s a saying that bad sex is better than no sex and in my case I’d never had any so I was willing to go through hell to get some. During this period I must have given Victoria hundreds of orgasms while I received two a week, usually by my hand or hers, but it was the excitement and thrill that drove me back week after week. Then I asked Victoria to marry me. What was I thinking?
CHAPTER 3
I would have thought that Victoria would want a big wedding, but—no. We were married in a private ceremony on a Friday afternoon in city hall. Bureau clerks were our witnesses. I drove home eagerly anticipating finally fucking Victoria. She did not disappoint, pulling me to the bedroom as soon as we were home. We had moved into my family’s generations old estate, a large Victorian home on more than ten acres. As soon as we had stripped she bound my cock and balls tightly with that damned ball of twine. She then encased my cock in a condom and pushed me back onto the bed. She sat on my cock with no foreplay and, worse, she rode me backwards so all I could see was her back. She rode me to three orgasms before moving off me. The twine had ensured a lasting erection, but it had also made it impossible for me to cum.
I had hoped that Victoria’s attitude and behavior would change once we were married and it turned out that I was right—it changed for the worse. After messing up my first ever episode of fucking she pulled me up and cuffed my hands to the chains she had installed only earlier that week. I found myself barely able to reach the bed and that changed when she attached my ankles to a three-foot spreader bar. “You didn’t satisfy me, Mortimer. I only had three orgasms. Now I’m going to have fun with you until I have five more. She went to the bed table and pulled out the dreaded ball gag, fastening it securely behind my head. Now I was totally immobilized and gagged, my bound cock and balls sticking straight out from my body. I cringed when Victoria returned from her closet with an old fashioned automobile antenna.
She whipped my poor cock repeatedly with the antenna. I screamed into the gag the entire time she hit me. Every fifth or sixth blow was directed to my balls. I could see them turning black and blue as they swelled to more than double their original size. Finally, after more than forty five minutes she stopped and let me down. I fell into a heap on the bed unable to stop the tears. “Go ahead,” Victoria told me, “jerk off; that’s all you’re good for, but don’t disrespect me by telling me you can’t. I’m locking you up in ten minutes so that’s all the time you have. Now get at it.” She left me and I could hear the shower running. My poor cock was too tender to even touch, but I found I was able to stroke it if I used a condom. I managed to cum with only seconds to go on my ten minute limit. Victoria examined the condom, turned it inside out and shoved it into my mouth.
The next day the movers came with her stuff. I wasn’t expecting much—she only had a one-bedroom apartment. Nonetheless I was dumbstruck to see them unload the dog cage and place it in our bedroom. I gave Victoria a questioning look to which she responded, “Being married doesn’t change anything. That’s where you’ll be sleeping—where I can control you every second and know you’re safe. You’re still not ready to share my bed.” I turned around dejected, already sorry I had ever gotten involved with Victoria.
Also delivered that Saturday was a small parcel from FedEx; I had never seen Victoria smile so broadly. I smiled until she opened it and showed it to me. It was a custom cock cage, one without a padlock; it had what Victoria called “high-security screws.” It was like a jail for my cock complete with bars. Victoria loved it; I hated it. She removed it the next day—Sunday—when we began our honeymoon to Hawaii for three weeks. However, once we had cleared airport security she steered me to one of those family bathrooms and locked me up again.
I managed to fuck her three times on the honeymoon, but Victoria had sex much more often. Not only did I lick her to an average of four orgasms a day, but Victoria often disappeared from the pool or beach for an hour or more in the middle of the day. One afternoon I could see cum dripping down her leg. I said and did nothing. What good would it do?
The sex during our honeymoon matched our initial coupling. She bound my cock and balls, encased my cock in a condom and rode me, exposing only her back and ass to my eyes. I was permitted to jerk off after she was done. I could see she was frustrated—she could only beat me so much in the public hotel. She could hardly wait to get home to give me the brutal beating she thought I so richly deserved.
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