By Mister-X / Spartan
While surfing the internet I came across an interesting ad. “Spend your vacation living your bondage fantasies at our secluded location. Packages available for two weeks, a month, three months, six months and a year. Program tailored to your specific desires. Passport required, as our location is in Guatemala. If interested, request our application form.” An e-mail address was given.
Continue reading Another Bondage Fantasy World Client — Part 1
By Mister-X / Spartan
Chris had finished the house work. Danny was planning to take him to a party that evening. It was at Vincent’s home. Danny knew him, but Chris only knew his reputation as a very sadistic dom who would sometimes take other subs. Danny had kept Chris in his house for the last two months for his slave training.
By Mister-X / Spartan
The next day I informed my boss and my co-worker that it was on for them to come to my home that evening after work to meet my house mate and ask him where he got my clothes. During the day, my co-worker seemed interested in how I enjoyed wearing such tight clothes and whether it got me sexually excited.
By Mister-X / Spartan
They took it easy on me the rest of that day. They knew what an ordeal I had just been through and that I needed some time to recuperate. The big guy and I spent the day as usual, on the cot with his cock in my rear end, shooting off every few hours.
By Mister-X / Spartan
Finally after what seemed like a lifetime in there, struggling for air, I was let out of the safe. I was also removed from the tiny cage, after they removed all the chains that had been attaching me to it. Then I was let out of the chains that had been on me.
By Mister-X / Spartan
When I woke up the next morning I had a severe pain in my butt. I realized it was from the butt plug hitting the areas that had been stretched by the big guy when he raped me. I’d forgotten where I was and what had happened, but the pain brought it all back to me. I also noticed that I still had the cuffs on wrists and ankles, plus the big plug gag.
I looked around for my cell mate, but he wasn’t there. Soon I heard the familiar sound of metal plates being sent into cells, and started getting ready for my daily morning feed and emptying. I figured my cell mate was still being tortured, and wondered what was in store for me today. I decided that whatever it was I had no choice but to quietly go along with it. I was becoming that acquiescent prisoner they were working toward.
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Thanks to Mister X/Spartan for today’s handcuffing posting!
By Mister-X / Spartan
A couple of hours later, the door to the room opened again.
“There you are. We’ve been looking all over for you. You’re overdue for your weekly cleaning.” It was the two guys who took care of washing and milking me. I was very pleased to see them. At last I was going to be taken down.
