The Holiday i Wish for - Sex Stories

The Holiday i Wish for

... box, shiny as the belt, matching some latched on its back, snapping on to them and thus being locked on to it, on that box the contacts of the electrodes hooked in now, inside that box a remote controlled battery pack. He told me there is a spare pack like it, one pack usually lasts about 72 hours, depending on how it is used, but all it takes is swapping that box when the batteries are empty. Holding the remote up he gave a demonstration then, from tingling pleasant stimulation, getting me hard, or at least attempting to, up to real heavy painful torture, in just a minute he got me from pleasant moaning to futile pain screams back to tingling stimulation at least 5 times. Then he told me: obey, follow every command, do not resist, do not attempt to refuse or reject, and no more than pleasant stimulation will be used, if at any time I do not cooperate 100%, I know what setting will be used. That did certainly not leave any options, I knew if I wanted out at some point, I had to do as he told me to. Then he released me from all restraints, not without ordering me to do as told - and another few hours of bondage and tease/torture in his playroom followed. I actually enjoyed most of it again, like the time before, with the exception that I was desperate to cum, yet I knew there was no way he could make that happen without taking that belt off. But the only thing he took of a few times, just to reinsert right after, was that plug, so I could get fucked again and again, and remain ...

... filled up all other times. I had not expected, but feared it when the gasmask and straitjacket came back in to play, I ended up in that box again for the night. at least I knew I spent half of the day in it last time, the other half being abused by him (in more or less pleasant ways though) and expected the same to come again now. The next release was again with feeding, watering, but no release from anything but the gasmask during that. after drinking everything, having by the way pissed into the rubber several times since I got stuck in it, he did not mind the mess it made in his playroom, that gasmask went back on, and being left sitting there, helpless eno0guyh not to even attempt getting anywhere, he snapped a leash into the collar I had locked on and tugged, having me follow him upstairs and then, by feeling the cool air around me I knew, outside, into his garage, and into the boot of his car. Lid closed, engine started and off we went to an unknown destination. My hotel? The bar? Someone else? I had no idea, then again my clothes, wallet, keys, everything was at his place … now that I think of it, I did not even know where there he kept it. I began to realize I was actually totally dependent, delivered to him, someone I just met, talked briefly, had no idea where or who or what … At least an hour drive, but then he helped me out of the car boot and tug of the leash made me follow, a short walk, some stairs, suddenly noises of other people, I remembered … that party he ...