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The Story of Dax – Chapter 03

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By TheBadOne

Chapter 3 – Habituating

I can feel that my hair has gone completely wet with sweat. My abs are sore, like I’ve done a thousand crunches, or held a plank position for an hour. I haven’t been able to open my mouth thanks to the duct tape, but even still my voice is hoarse from all the screams I stifled early on.

And yet, I’m handling it.

Call it my submissive super power. When I’m on the edge of my limits, when I want to take it but it’s just a bit too much, something happens. My brain, that is, my rational thinking process, just splits off from my physical body. I still feel everything, but my reactions are now within my control — no more violent jerking, no more endless agony. Every few seconds, a jolt of lightning shoots through me the same as before, but I’m busy being programmed.

At some point, my response to Master Shephard owns your body switched from “Master Shephard owns my body” to “Master Shephard owns this body.” I don’t remember deciding to do that, but it makes intuitive sense. If he owns it, it’s not my body. It, and I, belong to him.

As if on cue, as I have that thought, Master enters the room. When the final cycle through the most intense shocks completes, it stops completely. I feel him unlock the sack and remove the electro gear. I feel completely numb as he handles me, then locks the sack over me once again.

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The Wait

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By Steellock

The wait was over!

As a dedicated switch he loved meeting with friends for a few hours; switching roles between top and bottom. Restraining his friends and taunting them with clamps, peg, electrodes; the many and varied toys he had gathered over the last few years. All the while knowing that the boi in his hands would soon be dealing out to him something very similar. It might be the sting of the cane as he was strung up tight to the ceiling or the tap tap tap of the crop on his thigh as he sat, tightly held in his bondage chair.

But soon it would be over. He rarely found a top with the time or the inclination to just restrain him for a long pure session of pure bondage. Imobilised. Zipped and strapped into his sleepsack. Spread-eagled on the bed with leather restraints, chains and padlocks. Securely held in Segufix – perhaps his greatest pleasure. Such tops are either few and far between or expensive!

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A Novice’s Wish

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By Rubrpig

It was looking to be a boring day, hot and humid, so Trevor was just hanging out at home as it was air-conditioned. The heat wave was getting everyone down as the heat and humidity was making it feel like it was 40c outside. Trevor sat on the couch surfing on the net passing the time. He was looking at what had become some of his favourite sites as he had found himself attracted more and more to sites that featured images and stories about men in leather and heavy bondage. He was surfing through the images of men in leather dominating other men who had been locked into various forms of bondage and restraints. His cock was hard and dripping, his pre-cum forming a wet spot on the pouch of his jock strap.

He had been curious about a site that seemed to be the prime site for men into leather and bondage but he had been hesitant about joining the site, but today he decided that he was going to sign up and see what happened. He logged into RECON and clicked the link to sign up. He completed the profile and uploaded an image of himself in a tight white t-shirt and blue jeans. In his profile he indicated that he was a novice looking to learn and experience his first bondage. He wrote that images of men in leather straitjackets, hoods and in sleepsacks got his dick hard and he was willing to experience it at the hand of someone experienced.

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