One Hundred Knots - Sex Stories

One Hundred Knots

Prologue The drill at my house is that in order to cum, I must first suffer by the cock and balls—no exceptions. Intense application of electroshock is the punishment of choice. You see, I'ma slut, a lifelong CBT slut. I have a sincere passion for watching an attractive woman strip and display her body for me—while I endure intense, nearly unbearable torment of the genitals for the pleasure of masturbating to her. I’m now divorced but when I was married, my ex played with me—harshly—on a regular basis. She enjoyed using the shocker (a diabolically effective device called an Erostek 312), often bringing me to tears as I begged for permission to cum. She delivered my punishments in a small room in our basement, one we named the "Chamber". After my ex and I split up, I felt that I needed to continue suffering for my orgasms. I outfitted the Chamber for solo play and refrained from masturbation that was not tied to punishment. For visual stimulation, I secured a number of tease videos, ones where a model slowly and sensuously removes her clothing, and I devised a special method for viewing them. In the Chamber is a short stool with a 6" dildo protruding from its seat, a DVD player, a video monitor and the ErosTek-312. I typically enter the Chamber naked, wearing only a collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. I'm also well gagged, lest the sounds of my agony arouse undue attention from the neighbors. Set firmly into a ceiling joist is a half-inch screw eye. When I’m sitting on the stool ...

... in the center of the room, I can easily reach the “eye” or “ring” protruding from the ceiling. Since it required considerable elbow grease applied to the end of a long steel bar to thread the screw home, however, there is no way on earth that I could possibly remove it using just my hands. Believe me; I’ve tried. Yes, the ring is sturdy, immovable, as are similar rings screwed into the walls at baseboard level on either side of the Chamber. It is to those two rings that my ankle cuffs are typically padlocked. The room is roughly four feet wide, so during a session, my legs are uncomfortably and helplessly spread. The most significant component of my bondage, though, is a cluster of knotted ropes divided into three strands, each one secured in turn to the ring overhead. The setup is elegant in its simplicity and while not particularly high-tech, is nonetheless exceedingly effective. Each strand of twenty knots is merely a series of half hitches, tied in such a manner that at its bottom are two loops of rope, one to be padlocked to my left wrist cuff and the other to my right. For some time now, there have been three strands of knotted rope hanging from that ring. At first it took me quite a while to untie all 60 knots. Also in my frantic effort to release myself and turn off the shocker, one or more of the ropes always seemed to get tangled, making for a sometimes scary—and always painful—10-minute session. With practice, though, I became much more adept at untying the knots. ...