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The Party – Part 03

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By findingmyself1986

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Note from Author: As with most of our fantasies, they start somewhere. For me several authors have wrote varying stories which have inspired mine. and for that I thank them.

As the party continues no other chips are drawn. By the time you are faced with recycling the third bag of piss you can take no more and agree for it to go down your suit, feeling the piss mix with your sweat. This liquid is almost a relief, as the piss cools the inside of your suit.  You hope that no more yellow chips will be drawn. However after swallowing a few more loads a slave comes up to use you and draws a yellow chip.

The Master gleefully comes up and ask the slave what he will choose; the slave looking at you and then at the Master drops to his knees and begs the Master to push his limit. The Master gently takes the slave’s head in his hand and asks, “Are you sure?” The slave looking directly at you with some trepidation in his eyes tells the Master he is sure.

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The Party – Part 02

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In the quiet and darkness of the cell you cannot do anything but focus on the itching of the jlube and the heaviness of the bondage. You struggle to try and find a spot of comfort, but every movement causes the jlube to bite further into the welts. Finally the sweat starts building into the heavy rubber. The sweat mixes with the jlube, and as the burning subsides you start to drift and think how this came to be.

For years you have longed to be an extended-service rubber gimp. When the doms presented you with this plan your dick jumped and started to leak. However it was made clear: agree now or never. When you agreed one of the doms cuffed your hands behind your back, another threw a bag of ice on your dick as you screamed and a third pulled out an intense chastity belt with three locks.

As the ice did its job the belt came together and then your soft dick was threaded through the cage and you heard the clicks of the locks. The fourth dom gathered all the keys, tapping your cage with his boot and told you you’re a lucky gimp. The fifth dom took your pants and put you in a pair of skimpy running shorts for the bus ride home. There was no way to fully hide the belt with the skimpiness of the shorts.

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The Party – Part 01

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You agreed to this last month, and once you locked the chastity belt on there was no turning back. Of course you could just decide not to show up for the party, but why do that? First off that would mean no main attraction, and second you will likely never see the keys to that belt again.

While most guests will be getting ready after work, your part preparation starts Wednesday night after your last solid meal. You decide to make it a light one as you know what lays ahead. Thursday morning finds you preparing jello and broth for your liquid diet and drinking the colon prep you snuck from the hospital. The cramps are hell but necessary for tomorrow morning.

Friday morning finds your nerves at their peak as you power on. Hopefully by Monday morning your dick will be free of its steel prison. You make the drive to the party location and upon arrival, strip and strap yourself standing spread eagle, blindfolded, outside in the fenced backyard as you wait for the doms to arrive. Your only hope is that UPS or Fedex does not show up with a package to leave out back.

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