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A Case of Torture: Trial of Love 1

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Rick could not believe he was walking up the pathway to the studio of Mistress D. He double-checked the address, looking at the figures '67', on the front of the old mansion. Yes, the number agreed with the one on the card. 'Mistress D, 67 Bailey Ave. By appt. only'. He had called her after his lover, Isha, had set things up. Isha herself was also a specialist in the field of domination, and he never was quite sure how he felt about that. But, now, the new mistress was on his mind. Besides the smooth silky voice he'd heard on the phone, what was she like? Would she be attracted to him, as so many women were? His being here, on a bright morning, about to enter a studio with a dungeon didn't seem quite real, and it had started so simply.

In bed with Isha, a few nights ago, things had become quite passionate. She loved his body, all six feet, 210 pounds, and she was caressing the sleek muscles of his thighs, an especially favorite place she liked to stroke. He loved the feel of her tight ass, which he held easily in his hands, and which always seemed to turn just right onto his cock or tongue. She took his large cock into her mouth, felt the delicious fullness. It was more than two inches in diameter: its length approaching 10 inches was her pride and a joy to her aching pussy which, after the first couple sessions of severe stretching, now flooded immediately upon the intrusion of 'my lovely monster' as she called it. She slurped at the huge tip, whose clear drip announced his lust, and felt his hands warm on her breasts; they weren't quite C's, but the nipples were firm and prominent; lovingly he tugged at them as he always did, and then her body tingled everywhere, especially her soaked cunt. 'I love you,' she said.

On impulse, she lifted his huge testicles, almost the size of apricots, and slapped them smartly. 'Ouch,' he said, but he jammed further into her mouth. She did it again, a little harder, and again loved the responsive thrust of his hips, which crammed his cock far down her throat. 'Is this what you do with your cyberslaves,' he said. Surprised, she took her mouth off his dick. 'Not at all, honey.'

'Well, you torture, don't you?'

'Those were taps, honey. You don't know about torture, and you don't want it.'

She thought of their previous discussions, the continuing points of contention between them. There had been troubled times for a while, after her disclosure: When they had first met, she was vague about her activity. When he asked about her field, all she offered was that she was in communications and writing on the 'net. After they'd been sleeping together for two months, she was drawn to him in a turbulence never expected, but she realized this was a time to be direct. So, one morning, she laid it out for him: 'Hon, I've got to tell you. I'm a specialist. My field is in the world of cybersex.'

'Isha!' was all he could say at first. And so began what they later called, their 'Big Discussion'.

She saw the look in his dark eyes: He did not want to believe what he was hearing. She knew what troubled him. Cybersex. 'Rick, you're thinking of guys hearing me talk dirty and whacking off.'

'Yes.'

'That's not it, at all. I am a domme. My specialty is torture. Those who belong to me must submit, and must endure pain to show their submission.'

The discussion had continued off and on through that day as she tried to clarify her role. He wondered why the guys wanted such a thing. She pointed out that it wasn't just guys, and she didn't know and had given up trying to figure it out since it wasn't a simple thing, as in the psychology books. Of course she and Rick had already tried things like mild restraints with silk scarves. She'd once tied him spread-eagled to the bed, and with a jar of cherry syrup, licked and teased his prick for hours, till he pleaded to come. In licking off the syrup, she concentrated the point of her tongue into the small slit in the enormous head of her 'monster.' The light bondage was definitely a turn-on. 'This fellow has such a weepy eye,' she would say, as the precum leaked out, and she took the sticky stuff onto her slender fingers, licked them and thrust them into his mouth. Then she'd go to work with her tongue again.

Once, when he was tied, she'd carefully covered his genitals and whipped his thighs with a soft leather cat o' nine tails. She'd alternately whipped him and jerked him off for over an hour before his pleas of 'fuck me' were heeded. Then she straddled that giant tool and rode it till his copious spurts overfilled her and dripped down her legs. That was as far as she'd wanted things to go. She didn't really want to make that succulent cock shiver in agony, though the image was strangely compelling.

As the discussion extended into the afternoon, he began to understand a little about the torture she meted out, and, seemingly accept that it didn't detract from her devotion to him. 'It's OK, Isha. Now I know you're not one of those cyberwhores.' He also didn't seem too concerned about the women she dealt with; but about the men, he asked: 'Do you tell them, after all the torture stuff, to stroke themselves, or to come?' 'A man's question,' she thought. The bottom line. 'Yes, but at a time I choose.'

'I don't like it.' He hadn't really heard anything after the 'yes'. He said he thought their sex was special. He loved her and to come with her, and have her come with him; that is, with him alone. 'With them, do you ever come?'

'Yes, I have.' She never lied to him.

'It should be special between us since we are devoted to each other.' he said, and clearly did not wish to proceed. He'd heard enough that day. He was no prude, but he liked sex 'straight up,' one might say: to fuck her ten ways from Tuesday, and in every orifice. And so ended the Big Discussion, though a solution to the problem--their pact--took a while longer to emerge.

She pondered the matter for a couple days, and went about her business. Having an independent spirit, she didn't automatically want to jump through hoops for him as she had done in her twenties, with her first boyfriends. On the other hand, she did not like to see him troubled, and she knew he wouldn't say for her to stop. Finally, a solution occurred to her, an obvious one. She even discussed the change of rules with some of the subs, and they would accept her decision. 'Rick. About what I've been doing on the 'net. I think I know what the trouble is. You see me, despite all the torture, as afterwards providing entertainment to the men. Like the cyber sex pros.'

'Exactly,' said Rick. His face brightened for he hoped she would have a solution. Maybe even quit.

'OK, here's what I'll do. I will continue to direct torture. But I will not direct any guy to touch himself or 'jerk off'. And I will not tell him to come. There will be allowing, only. And, honey, no matter what, I will not cum with them, only with you.'

She had indeed gotten to the core of Rick's discomfort. She explained that yes, sometimes the fellow online would come, with her OK. She'd 'be there' or listen or even talk. But she'd give no directions. Rick said he'd think about it, but asked, 'What about you, Isha?'

'Honey I may get turned on, just as you do when you see some babe. I will not hide it, and I may choose to tell someone about it. But I will not make myself come.' In short, she'd wait, and hope to share her excitement with Rick; she'd come with him only. The last point seemed like it might satisfy him. He rationalized it because he too was turned on by others.

That was the pact, and things had gone pretty well, afterwards: Rick seemed to take little interest in her activities, though sometimes he'd remark when she presented her wet pussy. She'd take his cock and rub it between her soaking lips. 'I'm glad you saved it for me,' he'd say, 'for you are my love,' and gently ease into his favorite territory. There had been no fallout from the Big Discussion; issues were dormant for months--until the present talk.

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Now here she was, his balls in her hand, and he was asking about torture. 'It's much harsher than you think, hon,' she said. 'Sometime they can't stand it.'

'Oh, and that's why you don't do it to me?'

'Yes,' she said, before realizing the implications, for he continued, 'You don't think I could take it.'

She was very uncomfortable, and disagreed, but she couldn't find the exact words she needed; she didn't want to question his courage. A memory came to her, from a few months back. He'd taken on two muggers with knives when they'd been accosted on a dark street one night. One guy grabbed her and the other, who looked large, got behind Rick and held a knife to his throat. 'Give us your money and your watch, motherfucker!' the guy behind had said. She saw him hesitate. Then the punk had added, 'And your gold rings.' She saw Rick's face darken, for he'd given her one. She was taken aback at what happened in the next instant.

Rick grasped the knife with one bare hand. He seized the guy's arm with the other, and twisted it like a piece of spaghetti. There was a scream as the guy felt his shoulder torn apart, and the knife went flying. Swiftly, Rick gave him another punch and karate kicked him as he fell. Rick leaped like a cat beside the second fellow and grabbed his neck. He cried out in rage and almost lifted the fellow off the ground by his neck, and flung him against the wall of the building, where he crumpled into silence. 'Let's go, baby,' Rick said smoothly, wrapping a handkerchief around his bleeding hand, and they had walked away.

The memory flashed before her in just a second. Isha, bringing herself back in the present, knew they'd have to talk about what he could 'take,' but felt her cunt just dripping; 'Let's discuss it tomorrow, what you feel you have to do, OK? Now what's become of my lovely monster?' Holding it firmly, she got on her hands and knees and raised her fine butt into the air. As she spread her pussy, she wondered what might be in store for his gorgeous prick, if they went ahead. She pushed back and up to meet the massive insertion and squeezed it with her cunt in all the lustful ways she knew. He pounded into her for several minutes with increasing fury. 'Baby, baby,' he cried out before he convulsed and spurted. She felt the hot seed flooding in with her juices, and that loving warmth was all she could think of. Her body responded on its own, to the other body loving it; she thrashed as she came and their juices flowed out onto the sheets.

And so it came up the next day. Rick said, 'And so, what do you think, can I "take it"?' 'Rick, you're tough, but you don't know what these guys go through.' She tried to explain that it wasn't simple courage at issue.

'I've been friends with guys tortured in Vietnam; don't hand me such BS.' Rick was proud of his strength: 'I can take anything you have to dish out, baby. And I'll prove it.' There was something else he couldn't put into words, perhaps that she didn't really know something important about him. On her side, she genuinely feared for him, for them. 'I think you don't know what's required.'

'All right,' he said, 'you show me and we'll see.' 'Fine.' And that's how it was agreed for Rick to be tortured.

There was one problem. Isha felt so deeply connected to him; she wondered about the effect of her willful savagery. Rick, if he gave way to her, might well become estranged. Perhaps she would become too savage, just to impose her will. Some of the men she'd tortured had completely broken down. In such case, if he could grasp hold of a remnant of pride, Rick might end their relationship. If he could not, there was a worse possibility: Rick becoming irrevocably her slave, for that was the usual effect of her 'successfully' torturing someone.

'Here's what we do, Rick. You will spend one day with each of my two associates, whom I've trained. That way, my feelings for you won't be an issue; you'll learn about what you can 'take' without it becoming simply a contest of your will and mine.' 'OK,' he said, 'I don't need special treatment. I'm sure I can handle it.'

'Anything thing else bothering you, hon?' she said. 'Well, I don't want any 'gay' stuff.... Do you ever make your guys take it up the ass?'

'Yes, hon, but if you like, we'll put a limit there. It's OK.' She thought further. 'Rick, there's other things I know about, and maybe you haven't thought of, so let me mention a few more limits.'

'Like?'

'I'll ask them to agree not to do the following things: No dildo or male organ is to go up your ass. Same for your mouth. No hard objects are to be inserted in your cock. You are not to be cut, pierced, or mutilated or end up needing a visit to the doctor. --How does that sound, honey?'

'Fine, that's some pretty weird stuff anyway,' said Rick. 'What about whipping?'

'It's part of discipline.'

'No problem.'

She thought of the stiff knotted lashes. 'Hon, just to save your sweet skin unscarred, we will specify that no blood is to be drawn, no lasting marks. OK?'

'This won't mean the mistress goes easy, will it?'

'Trust me. I will inform them about these limits, but I will insist that you are not to be spared. There are a million possibilities without buggering you, flogging you or sending you to the doctor.'

The next day, she had called Mistress D and explained the situation. The domme, whom she had trained some years back, would make sure that Rick underwent the same discipline and torture as other slaves, and she had no problem with the limits. 'Isha, I'd be happy to do you the favor. Remember, I saw that guy once, and thought he was irresistible. And strong.' 'You aren't going to go all weak kneed are you, D?'

'I'm up to the challenge. You taught me well, and I've since debased some very powerful men. Have him telephone my receptionist for an appointment. I'll have him put through to me, directly.' Rick had called and made a day-long appointment; he was to report, the next morning

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Moving past the carefully tended gardens, he arrived at the door of Mistress D. He rang the bell. A young woman in a French maid's outfit answered the door. 'Rick Edwards.' he said. 'Come in, you are expected.' He was shown into a plushly furnished living room with a thick, deep-red carpet. Ornate, golden trimmed blue drapes framed the windows and made the room comfortably subdued. He took a chair and waited.

He heard footsteps and rose to greet the woman. It was Mistress D. an alluring brunette of thirty-some years, voluptuously poured into a strapless, red satin dress that stopped just short of her knees and was deeply slit up to her hip on the right side. He enjoyed how her breasts somewhat overfilled the tight black bustier underneath. Her neck was pale and set off her almost black hair, pinned up in the back. Her eyes were her most striking feature. They seemed almost black. Though they flashed when she smiled, there was otherwise a darkness in them.

'Rick,' she said. 'I am Mistress D. You may call me mistress.'

'Mistress, I am pleased to meet you. Isha speaks so highly of you.' He smiled, and he was watching for his effect on her.

'We go back a long way. Once she was more savage than I, and I learned from her. She is fine?' She touched his hand as she asked. 'The woman is attracted,' thought Rick, and then he answered: 'Yes, fine.' Her face clouded. 'Mistress.' he added, scarcely missing a beat.

'Can you say why you are here, Rick?' There was the challenge, but he didn't want to sound too cocky or start a conflict right then, so he chose his words carefully, 'I want to show her something, mistress, but more importantly, if we're together, she must know who I am.'

'And she does not know this yet?'

She knew him better than any woman in his life previously. But she should have more accurate expectations. Cautiously, he said, ' Mistress, I think she does not, sometimes, know what to expect of me.'

'Well let's see what can be expected of you. ... Please follow me.' She led him downstairs into a somewhat austere-looking lower level. The ceiling was black, and a number of rooms led off from the one that they entered. 'Julia will help you prepare after you go into the next room. I'll be in shortly. Oh, Julia does not speak. ' Mistress D left. A young woman entered. She was pretty, 20s, but very plainly made up. She had on a short, clingy, brown dress, which showed off a slender figure. When once she turned, he saw 'stripes' on the back of her thighs. She ushered him into the main room; he felt the cool air and his first impression, no doubt from the black ceiling, was somber. At the same time, it had a kind of peace, for he could see the morning light coming through windows about a foot tall, next to the ceiling. The carefully tended flowers of the garden were visible.

She gestured as if unbuttoning a shirt, and pointed to the chair. A solid looking, wooden chair was one of the few pieces of furniture in the room; there was a sofa, no doubt for the mistress only, and two tables. There were steel rings fastened at various points of the ceiling. Rings were set at various places on the gray walls, which were clean and dry, of finished concrete. There were cupboards with glass doors along one wall, and a refrigerator. He could see several whips, canes, and riding crops of different sizes.

He examined the large wooden chair with arms. It looked extremely sturdy. He had a flash; it seemed almost like one of the old 'electric chairs.'

He understood he was to disrobe; he did so, and followed her direction to sit in the chair. Touching his knees, she pressed his legs apart. She secured his ankles to rings at the bottom of the front legs and tied his knees apart, with ropes. Shackles on the arms of the chair restrained his forearms. Straps were drawn across his chest, squeezing him against the straight back.

Mistress D entered. 'Proceed as usual, Julie.' Julie dropped the top of the dress and held up her breasts. He saw the pert nipples and sleek shape. Nothing was slack; these were firm; the nipples stuck out in a way that made his mouth go dry. Mistress D went to her and squeezed them into erection. 'Do you like her?' Rick felt his cock stirring. 'Yes, mistress.'

'Do you desire her?' he hesitated. She was not Isha, nor did she have that electric effect. But he remembered their talks that desire was not disloyal. 'Yes, mistress,' he said. 'She is my slut; let me show you.' To Julia, who did not seem surprised, 'On your hands and knees and pull up your dress.' Julia did so, presenting an inviting backside, and Rick saw, again the old marks on the back of her thighs and now her plump little cunt nestled in its fur. Mistress D took a long-handled whip and lashed her presented ass ten times. Julia moaned. 'Watch,' Mistress D said to Rick. She took the fat, dark handle of the whip and shoved it easily into Julia's pussy, which had become quite soggy. The handle was jammed into the swampy crack, and withdrawn. Julia pushed herself, each time, onto the handle of the instrument of her torture. Mistress D said, 'You see,' and took out the slimy handle; she presented it to Rick's lips. Besides the soaked leather, he could smell the sweat and musk. 'Lick it, if you want.' He inhaled again, feeling his cock stir. 'Mistress, the scent is enough.'

'Get up, Julia. Proceed.' Julia approached him and took his cock into her hands, stroking it gently. She licked it a little and grasped the base as she felt it swell to its full length. 'My, you are well endowed,' said the mistress, looking at the large thick prick, now fully erect. Julia held up his full sac. 'Yes, he's hung like a horse.' Rick noticed an intensity--was it sexual?--in her voice. Julia went to a cupboard and brought a tray with several items.
Mistress D chose two large screw-adjustable clamps, with steel rings attached, and applied them to his nipples. At first they made his cock harden, but, carefully watching his face, she tightened both of them till he gasped in pain. He felt his cock subside just a little. Mistress D quickly summoned Julia, who worked him to full attention. The mistress took hold of one of the clamps and began to rotate it. At 90 degrees, he groaned. She did not release, but looked at Julia again, who this time went down on his cock. The pain above and warmth below was making his prick twitch. She rotated a bit further and he screamed. She held it, and began twisting the other. His body writhed in the restraints. He felt Julia's mouth working its wonders; the pains were coursing through his body, from his nipples to his cock, but there was her tongue, her wetness.

Mistress D held the two clamps, both twisted well past 90 degrees, for about two minutes, then suddenly released them. Fresh pain shot through his chest. 'Listen carefully. You must not ever come without asking. Got that? Julia is now going to masturbate you, but you are to say when you are near, but not so near that you can't hold back your cum. Just say "near". Do you understand?'

Julia began to stroke him. She milked out the precum that flowed from the head and spread it up and down his prick. She saw his sac contract, and he felt himself close. 'Near.' he said.

'Good boy, continue, Julia, check his balls.' Julia lifted them. 'Yes, they've swollen a little. Go ahead.' She looked at him briefly, then at her mistress. He felt her hand contract around each nut. He bore it. She tightened her grip and began to pull. Seeing no sign from Mistress D, she proceeded to try a series of crushing grips, from different angles. Each grip shot a bolt right up his spine into his skull. The first hint of doubt flashed through his mind. 'Keep it up, tenderize them,' said the mistress. Julia was not aiming at the peak of agony, but simply to make them exquisitely sensitive.

His body jumped about under the restraints, and he couldn't help closing his eyes. Then he felt something at the nipples. Julia eased off just a little; he opened his eyes and saw Mistress D moving a frame perhaps three feet tall into place a few feet in front of the chair, and securing it to the floor. It had a series of smooth rungs on the front and back. She got two ropes and attached them to the rings on the clamps and laid the cords over the top of the frame, hanging down the far side. With the weights she attached to each of the hanging ends, the ropes would pull horizontally, away from his body. She released the weights; suddenly his nipples were yanked outward from his chest.

Julia began again, harder, clenching and reducing his balls to orbs of pain. Sometimes Mistress D would come up and 'twang' one of the taut ropes as if it were a guitar string. He screamed. Mistress D, said, 'Julia, stop for a moment.' The crushing stopped and Julia resumed her stroking. His cock was starting to ache.

'The parachute, Julia.' Julia took a conical, leather ring from the tray. It had small chains attached. She tightened the ring around his sac and snapped it behind his balls; he saw them trapped in the parachute. She attached a rope to the chains, and led it out over the frame, over a set of rungs at the height of his genitals, and down the other side. The rope, like the two on his nipples, would pull away from his body when a weight was attached to the hanging end. She secured a hefty looking weight of maybe five pounds, attached it to the rope and released it. He felt the inexorable pull, his sac, trapped in the leather circle, yanked straight out from his body as the weight fell. He felt his nut cords straining. His sac was stinging, but yielded, and the balls were now pulled a good four inches from his body. He saw them darkening. 'The rods, Julia.'

Julia took two steel rods of maybe a foot in length, and a quarter inch diameter. Rick's stomach dropped. Mistress D approached his balls with a rod in each hand, and landed a blow of each rod on each testicle simultaneously. Rick screamed, this time loudly. He had a terrifying feeling seeing his sac way out there, vulnerable.

'I think we will have to help you keep quiet.' Mistress D applied a ball gag to his mouth and continued methodically to strike his testicles. He felt the pain mount for they had been sensitized to start. The blows were not extremely hard, but the effect seemed to increase. 'Test the rope, Julia.' The slave pulled at the taut rope running from his testicles; an explosion of pain. Mistress D decided the rope should be tightened and nodded toward the cabinet; Julia got another weight of two pounds and added it. He felt as if his testicles were being torn from him.

His sac stretched further, almost five inches from his body. His cock started to droop; 'Julia, remove his gag; take off your dress; feed him.' Nude, she took her breast in one hand and rubbed it against his face, and he felt the soft nipple graze his lips. He thought he would get to suck it. As she grazed him, he glanced down at her neatly trimmed, but soggy pussy into which she had inserted two fingers of the other hand. His eyes closed, but heard her fingers squishing inside her.

'Open your eyes.'

He did so; Julia took her fingers from her pussy, dripping wet, and offered them to him. 'Lick.' He smelled her strange scent as she pressed the fingers between his lips, hardening his cock as if by remote control; he took the slimy fingers into his mouth, tasting her, strong, more tart than Isha. He'd not been with any other woman for a while; the new pussy juices made his cock jump in delight.

'Rick, we will now proceed as before; you must let us know when you are close.' Julia began to jack him off again, and at first he resisted. He began to get angry. His balls were getting almost torn off, but she was relentless, squeezing and milking the cock, slick with precum. Mistress D approached Julia and grabbed her pussy. She pinched at the lips, and Julia's sex began flowing. Julia would stop, reach down and take some of the juice onto her own fingers and feed it to Rick. Then jerk his cock. His body began to shudder; he felt an unfamiliar feeling. His sac, being fully stretched could not contract at the approach of orgasm; it could only tighten as his climax neared.

'Near,' he said, as if to prove to himself he was in control of his faculties.

'We will give your balls a slight rest. Relax, take a breath.' She removed the gag, and at her mistress's command, brought a tall glass of cold water and helped him drink it down. It cooled his throat, almost hoarse from the shouts of pain. 'Watch.'

A blindfolded man was led into the center of the room, and his spread arms secured to the large rings in the ceiling. His ankles were shackled to rings about three feet apart on the floor. 'Julia, proceed.' Mistress D handed Julia a whip with many lashes, perhaps 18 inches long. The handle, bound in leather, was over a foot. Julia began to lash the man's back, methodically, and bright red stripes appeared. Then she began on his front. He started to moan. Julia made no special effort to avoid his cock. Soon his thighs were mottled red. Mistress D approached with a light cane and whacked the front of his thighs smartly; he screamed. Then she went to his butt and back of legs, leaving raised reddish-purple welts.

Rick, his own nipples stretched out and hurting, didn't feel much sympathy, but he could not help thinking of what would be done to him. He felt distinctly uneasy, and more so when the whipping stopped. At Mistress D's direction, Julia approached and started on the man's cock with her hands, and soon brought him up. 'Sterile tray, please. The probes.' Julia brought a glass-covered tray and removed the cover. Mistress D put on latex gloves from the tray and picked up what looked like a glass rod about 12 inches long, smooth, with rounded end; it was about 6 mm. in diameter. She swabbed the tip of the man's cock with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol and applied sterile lubricant to the shaft. She squeezed open the slit with one gloved hand. With the other, she began inserting the probe.

The man twisted and was in some discomfort, but not much, since the thickness was only about ¼ inch. Rick saw the probe go in deeper and deeper. Rick's cock twinged as he tried to imagine it. Then the probe was in the full length of the cock, perhaps six inches. Madam felt for the end at the base of the man's organ, and felt the hardness, there. 'Just about three more inches,' she said, and shoved the probe in further. She felt into his sac and felt the probe's tip. She pushed the tip inside the root of his penis, to the back of his scrotum and stopped. The probe was now about 10 inches inside. Rick felt the most disturbing twinges in his cock.

'How is that?' Mistress D addressed the man. 'Mistress, it hurts a bit.' The first words Rick had heard.

'Fine,' she said. 'Thank you for not lying.' She taped the probe at the tip of his cock so it would not come out, leaving his cock, skewered like a hotdog, partially erect. That is, until Julia went to work again. His cock reached full length, and Mistress D removed the tape and shoved the probe in a little further and re-taped it. She admired the erect cock, stiffly displayed on the probe. 'Julia, the small whip. And wear your leather gloves.'

Julia brought a whip with narrow lashes about 6 inches long. 'Hold the probe.' The glove protected Julia's hand while Mistress D concentrated the lashes on the impaled cock, and the man started screaming. 'Shut up,' she said. The cock began to look like a piece of red meat on a spit. 'The steel rods, Julia'.

Julia brought the two rods and when Mistress D nodded, grasped the man's balls and lifted them up. She presented them, held in place. Mistress D began tapping the balls with her rods, and Rick's stomach started churning. Then she started harder, and the screams were real. 'Gag him.'

She stopped and turned to Rick, who was sweating. 'Please watch closely.' She untaped the probe and removed it. The man's body tensed, then relaxed.

Is that better? She said. The mute figure nodded. 'Julia, the next diameter, please.' 'Rick,' she said 'this new glass probe will be 2 mm larger.' She took it, applied lubrication and steadily forced the probe into the inflamed cock. She watched the man's squirms, which increased. 'Now to 10mm,' she said, and began with the larger probe, which clearly encountered resistance as she drove it fully 9 inches into the urethra; he saw the man's agonized twists. This was clearly the largest probe he could accommodate. She gave him a few seconds to get used to the sensation, and apparently the pain abated.

'I'm will soon remove your gag, slave. Please keep quiet.' She jammed the probe in a bit further; the man yelped, and she taped the fat probe in place, over 9 inches inserted, causing the cock to stand. Rick thought of a skewered fish on the barbeque, impaled through its mouth; the probe stretched out the originally small slit and went in so far. She removed the gag and ball. 'Rick,' she said, 'this is how we proceed.' She watched the man's face, for he surely did not know what was going to happen. 'Rick, the man's urethra is now fully plugged over most of its length. He could not pee if he tried. I will hold the probe and Julia will now stimulate the cock until he comes.'

'Rick, do you see the situation?'

'Yes, mistress.'

'What is it?'

'Mistress, how will he come, if the way is blocked?'

'Exactly,' she said. 'Either the ejaculate will go backward into his bladder or will force its way around the obstacle and out, dilating the urethra past its present limit. Now Mr. X has already taken medication to tighten the opening to the bladder. So the question is, during the agony of the cum's passage out, how will the urethra stand the added volume and pressure.'

The man went pale, and Rick's heart started pounding at the chilling plan. The man didn't want things to proceed, but his cock began to expand around the probe. 'How are you doing?' Mistress D inquired. 'Please Mistress; I'm scared. I don't want to come.'

'Of course you do! Every man does. And so you will. ...but at a price.'

'Rick,' she said, 'you're probably wondering why he is not gagged. Well, the dungeon is sound proofed. When he comes and feels as if his cock is splitting, I wish to hear the screams. And so does Julia.' Julia nodded.

He did in fact scream in fear as he approached orgasm. Julia masturbated him with one hand and herself with the other. Mistress D held the probe in one hand; with the other, she reached through the slit in her dress and frigged herself, she seemed enthralled by the tip, the stretched slit.

'Sometimes the cum is blood tinged,' she said. Julia proceeded, the women always standing so that Rick had a clear view. Rick saw the man's body stiffen, and for a second the fear screams subsided. Julia's hand moved with more rapidity and she leaned over. Mistress D moved the cock toward her, and Julie licked the tip. Suddenly the man climaxed. A terrified shriek rent the air. Then another. Rick felt a stab inside his own cock. The women's gazes were riveted to the tip of the man's cock. Rick saw the cock distend as the semen flooded into it. Nothing came out. Then the cock bulged with the second wave of ejaculate, and a little cum oozed from around the probe; Rick could see the tinge. The man seemed to have a small seizure, which set off both women's climaxes. Then he choked and went limp, and the rest of the cum ran out into Julia's hand cupped beneath his cock.

Mistress D regained her senses and looked at Julia. 'Good girl. Now eat some and save a good portion for Mr X. ...and for Rick.' Obediently, Julia began licking the cum from her hand. Mr X, having awakened, saw what was in store. He looked helplessly at the Mistress as Julia's hand approached his lips. 'Eat!' she said, 'or must I get the steel rods again?' He lapped up most of it. 'Julia, remove the probe; collar him and take him away.'

Julia approached Rick, who was shaking his head. 'Rick, do it.' 'Not on your life, Mistress.'

'We'll see. Remember you have agreed to punishments.' Rick persisted, for he realized he could not be facing an ordeal with the probes. Mistress D had agreed not to make any such insertion. 'You look thirsty. Julia, release his nipples, untie his balls, and give the man a drink.'

'Julia, the sterile tube tray, please.' She walked over to Rick and explained that she was simply going to measure him. On the tray he saw several six-inch lengths of rubber tubing, of different diameters. 'I am going to start with the standard size.' He saw some kind of insertion was planned. 'But the limits!'

'Rick, the agreement was about hard objects. Stop complaining.' His stomach contracted; he realized that Isha must have worded the limit so as to allow his cock to be penetrated. The mistress put on her gloves and lubricated the 6mm- diameter length, and holding his cock gently, eased it into his urethra. There was discomfort. 'You're OK, aren't you?' 'Fine, mistress.'

'I am not going to hurt you, so tell when there is real pain.' She tried the next size, 2 mm greater, and it too fit easily. She then went to 2 more millimeters. 'How is it?' 'Mistress, it feels tight.' 'OK, we'll just make sure.' She took the next size, 12 mm and began to insert it into his slit. There was sudden sharp pain. 'Ouch.'

'Fine, 10 mm it is. Julia bring the #30 French, 3-way Foley catheter on its tray.'

Rick, who had barely heard of that name, was shocked. Julia brought the tray, and Mistress D opened the package. The catheter was essentially a long piece of latex tubing with connection points and a small bulge near the special tip at one end. 'There are three channels in the tube; the first is a drain; the second is to allow for the balloon at the end to be inflated so that the tube stays in; the third we may not need to use.' Handling the tubing carefully, she lubricated the insertable end.

She told him to relax and began expertly to ease it into his cock. He felt it going further into his depths. Then all of a sudden it felt like he was going to pee; she gave a slight, last push, and then there was relief. The tip was in his bladder. He felt the beginning of a flow he could not control, and looking down, saw drops emerge from the far end, which she had placed in the mouth of a jar on the floor; but she quickly applied clamping forceps to the tube and stopped the flow. Julia went to the tray, picked up a syringe, which was apparently filled with water, inserted it at the connection point and inflated the balloon. There was a feeling of pressure in his bladder.

He was very queasy, for Mistress D explained that because the tube was large enough, he could not pee around it, only through it; which would occur when she pleased, when she took the clamping forceps off the tube. He had a feeling of utter helplessness. An aching void came to the pit of his stomach. He sensed that, by now, a couple hours since he arrived, his bladder was almost filled.

'Rick, have another drink.' He understood and turned away. 'Better take it. We have ways of getting the water into you, if you force us.' He drank it down. 'Now, here is a second glass. Please.' He drank that too.

'We are going to leave you for an hour, Rick. Be back then.' Mistress D and Julia unstrung Mr X, fastened a collar around his neck and led him out with them. Left alone to his thoughts, Rick was satisfied with himself in most ways. He had not cringed or cried. He wondered what was ahead, but thought he had 'an ace in the hole' in that Mistress D was responding sexually. She was a woman and she reacted, as one, to genuine virility. A half an hour passed; his bladder began seriously to ache. He tried to pee, but nothing came out. He could see that the jar was empty. At the one-hour mark, there was dull pain, and he was squirming when they entered with another blindfolded man. 'Mr Y,' announced the mistress and strung him from the ceiling.

'Watch.' 'But first...' he started. 'Quiet, you are to feel the pressure build as you watch us torture him.' They walked over to him, and Rick saw that Julia carried a jar with a white cream in it. She got a gob on one finger, approached the man and shoved it up his ass. He seemed startled. Julia wiped her fingers and began to stroke his cock; the man smiled as he became erect. Then there was an odd expression on the man's face and he began squirming. 'Rick, that was Liquid Heat. It relieves sore muscles, you know.' The man started to cry out, and was quickly gagged, but he continued to squirm. 'Go ahead, Julia.'

Julia dipped two fingers into the cream and got a giant gob. She went over to the man, who this time understood and looked terrified. She went behind him and inserted the two fingers. She pressed them in as far as she could and stirred them around. This time the effect was almost immediate. He yanked at the restraints, and then his body started shuddering. A chill passed through Rick. 'Bring him up, again, Julia, and keep him that way. I will get the whip.'

Julia applied herself to his prick, and it was up in a hurry, notwithstanding the thrashing about. Before it was completely erect, Julia took a black plastic ring with a bulge to allow for passage of semen, and put it over the man's penis. She shoved it to the base, and continued stimulating him. The cock rose, and Rick saw the ring embed into the shaft. It began to turn purple, and the head darkened and grew to half again its normal size. Mistress D, in the mean time, had arrived with a whip and started on his butt and his back. At each crack, his body jerked. Methodically she whipped him from shoulder down to his butt, making them deeper red, then purplish. Then she flayed the front of his thighs, without any apparent concern for his cock. He stopped struggling and just moaned.
After about 20 minutes, the beating stopped. 'Bring the glass probes and the oil.'

The probes were displayed on the tray. Mistress D opened a bottle and dipped a probe inside, into what looked like olive oil, coating its last half inch. She inserted it into the man's penis, about an inch inside, then removed it. Rick watched the man as becoming aware of what was inside his urethra; 'Mistress, what?' Rick asked. 'Pepper oil. Watch.' This time the groans were very loud. The man thrashed about helplessly. It was clear that the end of his engorged prick was on fire within.

The women released one arm from the ceiling and quickly strapped it to his side just above the elbow. He was now helpless except for his forearm. He seemed groggy, so Julia applied some ice to his face. Mistress D, with her gloved hand, poured a small amount of the oil onto a little sponge. She went toward the man. 'Open your hand. This is the oil that's burning inside you, but it won't hurt your hand.' The man opened his hand, and she swabbed it with the sponge. He did not move. 'Now Mr. Y, I want to you masturbate yourself with that hand.' He froze. Then moved his hand over and touched himself. The abraded skin of his prick reacted immediately, and he drew his hand away. 'Do it,' said Mistress D. 'Else the ring stays, and it's going to injure you.'

He took his prick in his hand; groaned as the fire spread to the tip, neck, and foreskin of his cock. He drew back his hand, and Mistress D picked up her cane and gave him three sharp blows on his back, breaking the skin. He began jerking himself. His cock became fiery red outside, and his moans became louder. Rick's own urethra contracted, or tried to, for he realized the oil could be applied to his own prick.

Mistress D nodded to Julia, who came over and began to finger her. She lay back on the sofa, pulling her dress aside. Her body moved in synchrony with the rising and falling cries. Her moans were those of ecstasy. She came very quickly and turned to watch the man. The man's hand began its last frantic motions, and his balls drew up. He spurted into Julia's cupped hand, almost filling it, then seemingly passed out. She poured the contents into a small bowl. Julia fastened down the full length of his arm with a waist strap, took another sponge, a damp one, and began to wash off the inflamed prick. The man flinched at each touch of the sponge. She dried him and applied a soothing anesthetic lotion. Of course he was forced to lick out the bowl, but some was left behind. 'Rick, this is for you.'

The pain was extreme all through his bladder area, but he shook his head.

'Rick, you force us to two further steps. First, Julia, the big syringe.' The syringe looked suitable for a horse. 'It holds 75 cc, more than a quarter cup.' 'You're not...' said Rick, fearing the steel tip.

'The third channel, Rick. It allows for irrigation, that's where I'm connecting the point.' Watching him, she attached the tip of the syringe to the correct channel and began squeezing the plunger. His bladder, already full, instantly dilated to the irresistible force and was racked in pains. Its contractions heightened the agony, for no liquid could escape. She continued pressing the plunger till his thrashing told her the pain was excruciating. (The screams could always be faked.) He was too stunned to signal her, so she said, 'Second step.'

'Julia, the seat panel.' Julia went over to the chair, and, behind it, unlatched something. He felt a panel slide out from under the seat. His ass hung bare, as if on a toilet seat. 'Rick, notice that the seat of the chair is now quite open under you. We have complete access.' Though dazed from the bladder agony, he knew what was coming next. At Mistress D's nod, Julia walked over to him, carrying her jar and getting a gob of the cream onto one finger. 'The limits!' he cried; his anus contracted in terror. '"Dildos and male organs", Rick, remember! This is just a sexy lady's finger.' His safe world collapsed.

Julia reached under him and shoved her finger into his butt. It was cold for just a few seconds and the burning began. Mistress D said, 'The bowl?' He refused. But the pain in the abdomen was becoming almost unbearable. Mistress D was also reacting: Excitement showed in her eyes, and her hand was grazing her sex. This was the excitement he had hoped for, but she became coldly savage. 'Julia, continue.' He saw Julia approach with two fingers laden with cream, and he felt them shoving fire far into his rectum. He twisted and turned, agony in his bladder, terrible burning inside his butt.

Julia began to masturbate his catheterized prick, and the ass fire must have gotten to his prostate, for he hardened immediately. Mistress D was stroking herself, openly. 'Julia, make him come.' He was terrified. He'd seen the blood from the other man, and he knew his tubing was tightly fit, too. He didn't have time to worry, since he felt his balls contract. There was an incredible explosive sensation and then a shuddering loss of control. He saw only black. The first ecstatic pulses began and his cock spurted. Bright flashes enveloped him. There was no agony, just pressure, and relief. Floating in a soft blackness, he did not see the thick semen oozing out around the catheter, as did Mistress D, who was frigging herself, completely entranced. Julia had scooped the cum, half filling her hand with the sticky substance, and placed it in a bowl. He feared what was next.

'To release the valve, you must open your mouth,' said Mistress D. She sounded implacable, but still he held out; 'Julia, give me the second large syringe, and prepare your hand.' Julia did so and began getting all four of her fingers covered in cream. He glimpsed Mistress D, moving the horse syringe toward the catheter tubing. A desperate racking spasm took hold in his bladder. He abandoned himself. He began to open, his eyes squeezed tightly. He felt the void, as if his center was falling away. Suddenly he felt the pressure ease, and heard the tinkle of his urine. Opening his eyes, he saw the bowl being withdrawn. 'Give my regards to Isha,' said Mistress D, as she left the room. She had demonstrated her power. She figured Rick would leave with some of his self-respect.

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For Isha, it was a long day. She did not fear for Rick, his bodily safety, but knew he was in unfamiliar territory. At 7 pm, he came in the door. 'Isha, baby' he called. She threw herself in his arms and then pulled back to look at his face more closely.

'Are you OK?'

'Yes, babe.' She saw at once that he was shaken. He looked tired, but not devastated. Her directions to Mistress D had apparently been right, bringing him to the edge, but not pushing him over.

She sat down with him and did not press him for details. He felt unsettled; he said as much. Parts of his psyche had been pried open when he faced the abyss. Yet he was partly unscathed; he felt more knowing, he hoped that he could accept her. She did not refer to his brink experience; it was not necessary. Besides his pride, he'd shown devotion; she had a feeling of fullness, of heat rising inside, from her chest to her sex.

She reached for his cock, and he winced as she touched it. He said he was not hurt: 'Mistress D observed the limits.' Watching her, he added, 'to the letter.' 'I wanted you to have a few surprises, honey,' she said.

He looked at her, and she seemed different: softer, more loving. He had a little better sense of her savage side, but now he saw what was presented to him: the devoted mate, his lover filled with tenderness. He held her breasts in his hands, and then nestled his head against them. 'Your world. I just didn't know.' She could see he had a sense of the suffering. 'It's for erotic effect, in some people, I knew that, but I didn't know how extreme it was.'

'My activities are at those extremes.'

'What's in it for you? Is it the sex?' He thought of Mistress D's orgasms while the men screamed. This gratification was the core of what was bothering him, of course. She found it hard to explain.

'I'm certainly aroused, and I have cum. But that's not really the main reason why I do it. I can come with you, hon, my love, and it shakes my world.' She told about some of her experiences of being hit and struck by men, including her father and first boyfriends. 'And it's all in the name of the cock.'

Rick looked blank. She continued, 'In some way, the guy is violent because he thinks his manhood is attacked.' She saw the cock as symbol, as essential to the man. 'It's an avenue to his core.'

'Isha, you reach the man through his cock; yes.'

Some of these souls, she said, wished to be reached in a way that society does not label as normal. 'They call on me in distress. I reach them, with agony, through their cocks, and they break under my will. That's the satisfaction.' It was hard to put together the pieces of this strange puzzle of torture and sex, but Rick glimpsed what drove her; the reactions to the men were not because she didn't get enough of him. He thought of the erections he got on the dark dance floors of parties where the drunken women, unsolicited, would fondle his cock as they swayed.

'The men come when I permit it, as I allow it.' Rick was struggling with the idea. 'I see that in arousing them, you aren't partying or entertaining. You're getting off on the power. Like Mistress D; you love to break someone. I saw that the guys had no picnic: Even as they came, their agony was incredible.'

She was pleased. 'Yes, Rick, I bring that about when I can, it's a turn-on. In fact I've been trying to find new ways to bring agony into the coming itself.' He shuddered, glad that she did not turn that side of herself toward him. On her part, she still did not know if he could learn to accept her arousal. She wondered if their pact would finally allow him to be comfortable. His love had survived the trial, this far, but there was more for him to learn.

'You will understand even more, tomorrow.' She hugged him, pressing her breasts against his chest. They drifted toward the bed, and he curled up in her arms. She reached and stroked his cock: 'My lovely monster,' she said. The 'monster' was firm, if a little tender, and she contented herself with just licking the tip while he closed his eyes and drifted off. ====

December 18, 2001, re-edited Dec 31, 2001 Toronto

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