My Tortured Slave (Part 1) - Sex Stories

My Tortured Slave (Part 1)

... crying into my feet. “Please don’t electrocute me again” she sobbed begging to my ankles. I could feel the tears on my bare feet and her warm breath on my ankles. “Lick my feet”. She did not need to be told twice. Faster than I expected I could feel her warm moist tongue dart out, and lick between and on my toes, across the top of my foot and around my ankles. Both feet too. She really was sorry. “Well if you really didn’t mean it I can put you through a test with vibrators instead of electrocuting you, but you have to beg me and I mean really beg me for it” she looked up and me and said in the most innocent voice begged. “Please sir I would love to be put through a test with vibrators that make me feel so good, please sir let me be your test subject” she had me convinced. I smiled down at her and the terror from her eyes had fled. “Good girl” I patted her on the head, I crouched down beside her and pulled off the blue panties. Of course I wasn’t going to make the test passible; I can’t let actions like that go unpunished. I attached an external battery to the two vibrators on/in her pussy and another one to the ones on her breast and taped them to her body “this is so that charge won’t run out” I said to her patting her side, she looked at me and then down to the vibrators in anxiety biting her lip. I walked over to the cupboard and brought back plastic hand cuffs. I cuffed her wrists together and attached a rope to them, helping her up I pulled the cuffs above her head ...

... the rope around the small metal wring attached to the celling. I also loosely attached the collar to the ring just so that she could wander the room once she broke the cuffs. “Please sir no” “These cuffs are relatively weak and if you pull on them hard enough they will break, then you can remove the vibrators from yourself. But if I come back and they are broken I will punish you properly. If they remain intact you can avoid your punishment.” “How long do I have to endure it sir?” “Six hours” “I can’t do that!” “Seven hours now” she clasped her mouth shut, I walked over to her with a large metal pan that I placed below her feet, she stepped into to it “I don’t want to clean up another mess” and kissed her on the lips. They were hard and she didn’t kiss back, but didn’t fight it either, they tasted salty from her tears. I reached down to the control on her side for the nipple vibrators and turned them to full her cheeks flushed, then I walked away. Before I left I turned the remote control to the third setting and watched the trickle run down her legs into the pan that was slowly full with juices. She struggled to keep her knees from shaking and began to pant loudly closing her eyes and moving her hips slightly forward and back as if she were taking a man into her. Her hands twitched ever so often contorting in claw like formations, her face showing the struggle to keep them in their place. I left her to go charge the stick, I would need it. A few hours in I got impatient with ...