Blinded by the Light - Sex Stories

Blinded by the Light

... time, Elaine Maxwell was the owner of record and she had the keys. The house was already decorated and furnished but Bob would only see the upstairs portion of the house briefly. She ushered him to a doorway, opened it and indicated that he should go first. The lower level of the home had been converted to a custom dungeon. There were no windows and there was a cage in the middle of the floor and torture and restraint devices, of every type, all over. His first night he suffered more mental anguish than physical. He was made to strip naked and placed in the cage and given a bowl of dog food and water. The cage was big enough for a large dog but not a human. Once he was securely locked in, Elaine patted him on the head, turned off the lights and went upstairs. She didn’t explain anything, she didn’t make any demands. He could hear her walking around and he waited for the door to open and for her to begin his mistreatment but it was not to come that night. Or the next. Bob waited. He listened to visitors come and go, presumably neighbors and friends bringing house warming gifts. He didn’t know for sure because he couldn’t hear the conversations clearly, he just knew he was starving and wanted some real food. He did not eat the dog food. He refused. He drank all the water and needed more. He used the bathroom in the corner of the cage on newspaper like a puppy and tried his best to block it out of his mind but he was going crazy. The smell seemed overpowering. He regretted this ...

... choice. He wanted his life back. He tried to sleep because when he was asleep he didn’t have to think about his circumstances. His legs were cramped and he wanted to stand up straight. He couldn’t. He was afraid to cry out but he was going out of his mind. Finally, he heard the door open. He begged, he pleaded for real food, for more water. He groveled like a prisoner on death row begging for his life on his way to the gas chamber. And the Divine Goddess Maxwell granted him a reprieve. She unlocked the cage and opened the door. That quickly, after all that begging, he was afraid of what would happen if he left the cage. He wanted to cower in the corner but the corner had his piss and shit there. He tentatively crawled on his hands and knees and placed himself at his owner’s feet. Even though he wasn’t standing, he felt freer. Then, without warning, he felt the intense blow of her foot connecting with the side of his head. Her shoe landed directly on his ear and he was dazed and he thought for a moment that she had ripped his eardrum. There was no foreplay, no teasing, no sexy banter, she just kicked him in the head. His pain meant nothing to her. His life, comfort, safety, and opinion meant nothing to her. As much as Bob knew it was fucked up, he was aroused in a way that he had never known before. Over the course of the next few months, Mistress Maxwell experimented and tortured Bob in ways that most people couldn’t imagine. She forced anything and everything she could find ...