By findingmyself1986

To start at Part 1, click here.

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.

As the master and slave go to the St. Andrews cross the Master then acknowledges that this slave has never been whipped before. The slave has been flogged, paddled, caned and tortured in other ways but never whipped with a single tail. The Master then states that will change tonight, tonight this slave after being thoroughly warmed up, will take 10 lashes with a bullwhip. The crowd cheers and you notice what appears to be several Masters having their cocks serviced while watching the slave get “warmed up.” That’s when one of the Masters drags his slave over to you and tells him to drink.

Apparently the slave dropped the Masters beer and as punishment must now drink your catheter bag, which by now is full of multiple men’s recycled piss. As the slave is struggling to drink the Master tells the slave he should be grateful for getting to taste so many excellent men’s piss even if it first went through the pathetic gimps system. Just when the slave finishes, the Master walks up to take a piss and draws another yellow chip. The Master just laughs and laughs as he pisses down your throat rubbing your head and saying, “poor gimp must be awful warm in there. Let me quinch your thirst.” You struggle to keep up and think that this Master must have been holding it for quite some time. Finally, the flow of both the piss and the electro—which seems to be at its max—stops and the Master laughingly walks away.

You zone out as the night continues, suddenly quiet for a bit. Suddenly you are brought back to the present with a loud scream. You look over and see your one and only opportunity thus far tensing as the first strike of the whip strikes his back. While you can’t see it through the lenses, you know after 10 strikes his back will have serious welts, but your thoughts are interrupted by another slave who sadly for you draws a black chip and then pisses down your throat.

Not much more new excitement occurs after the whipped slave is taken down and praised by his Master for “putting my pleasure over your own suffering and agreeing to not get out of pushing yourself to do something I have wanted for quite sometime.” The Master then brings the slave over to you, draws a black chip and leans the slave over your funnel as the Master slowly rubs the slave, the slave moans and then the Master gently starts to fuck the slave. This is not a fuck for fuck’s sake or a dominant fuck, but a gentle and loving fuck. You wonder why the Master is doing this over you as the electro is ever increasing and then as the Master reaches around to stroke the slave’s cock it hits you, the Master intends to aim the slave’s cum down your funnel. You squirm to no avail as the electro climbs higher, and eventually as what appears to be gallons of cum from the slave drip down your funnel the Master also cumming in the slave’s ass and both of them not caring about the dildo frying your ass.

Finally as the slave and Master walk away you see your catheter bag held up again and knowing that the only other option adds to your sentence you tap the boot once and what is left of the slave’s cum is washed down with your recycled piss.

As the night starts to come to an end and the guests slowly start leaving, one of the doms comes up and tells you the party is almost over but he needs to piss. The dom laughs as he draws the fifth and final chip and then unloads into your funnel. As you cry under the hood you now realize that at this point you are stuck in this torment for 60 hours. But as the party ends the doms come, empty your catheter bag down your suit (“shit, now it’s 62 hours”) and release you from the straitjacket, disconnect you from the electro and allow you to stretch.

While you are stretching from sitting so long, one of the doms come over with heavy steel 5-point shackles with a heavy steel collar and signals for you to hold out your arms as he locks the heavy steel on you.  One of the other doms disconnects your catheter from the bag and zips your suit shut, now forcing you to uncontrollably piss in the suit. Then the main dom comes and tells you they are quite tired and need some beauty sleep. However, there is quite a mess of trash and they have graciously left several trashcans out for you to pick up the mess. You’ll need to work quickly though, as it’s 3 a.m. and the sun starts coming up at 6. With mitted hands and heavy shackles this will be no quick task, and the doms laughingly leave you to it.

You struggle to see through the foggy lenses and walking with the heavy shackles and working seems near impossible. However, sometime after sunrise you seem to get it done. The sun first makes things easier to see however slowly it becomes another instrument in your torment as it heats the suit and you. Finally the back door opens and you hear one of the Doms tell you good job as he gives you a flavorless shake and bottle of water.

You are hoping for some sort of reprieve when the other four doms come outside with their coffee. First they hose off your suit which feels great, then they take you back to the dungeon and remove the chains. For a moment you are hopeful they have decided to release you early. But then out comes a heavy canvas sleep sack. You are slowly guided into the padded cell and into the sleepsack. After fully securing you into a sitting position, unable to move the doms all sit around you. The main dom starts speaking: “Hope you are comfortable. So we have a slight problem. You now owe use 62 hours in heavy rubber bondage. Your time started when the suit was locked on you last night at 9 p.m. However, you have to be at work by Monday at 8 a.m. Now given that you need to be home to get ready for work, and we also have to work Monday, the only logical thing to do is get you home Sunday night, but this leaves you owing us at least 11 hours if we unzip you Sunday at midnight.”

As he’s talking, another Dom inserts an inflatable gag into your mouth, and you see him attach its short hose to a longer one extending through the wall to the outside of the cell.  The other Dom continues his speech: “We drove your car back to your place as we needed space for parking, so you’ll need to walk three miles to the bus station and then take the bus home. As the last buss leaves at 11, we will start releasing you at 9 p.m., this means you will owe us 23 hours. Tsk tsk tsk… So the only option is for you to come back another weekend and finish your sentence.”

All the doms laugh and then clear their throats.

“We all have busy weekend plans, so we have hooked you up here. It’s Saturday noon, and we have your funnel hooked up to a urinal upstairs. Also in the corner is a little camera. Now were going to place some nice headphones over your head for a little hypno and leave you to think about all the fun you’ll have coming to finish your sentence say next month same weekend… oh and that suit your in now will only be emptied not washed, don’t want you to miss any of the scent you’ll have left inside.”

As you start screaming in your gag, you see the headphones going over the area where your ears are and then feel bondage tape both holding them in place, but also blindfolding you. You now realize just how truly fucked you are. Before leaving, one of the doms leans down and says, “Oh and don’t think you’re getting a shower before you get on the bus. We want all the area to know just what a nasty piss gimp you are.” Deep down in your mind you are screaming, but also deep down your dick is practically trying to break the bars of steel that surround it.

Somehow you drift away only being brought back to consciousness from the electricity increasing in the dildo; just as you feel you are about to scream piss starts entering your gag. You then realize the urinal upstairs is the same as outside. Then as the electricity stops you start to drift back into trance being deeply programed to crave chastity, pain, piss, rubber and bondage.

By the time Sunday at 9 rolls around you are finally unlaced from the sleepsack and are made to take the rubber suit off inside one of those plastic pools outside. As the wires are pulled out of the dildo you see the same skimpy running shorts from before a tank top and some old sneakers. Just as you reach for the dildo you remember it is locked in. One of the doms yells at you asking what you are doing. You are then informed that the key to release the dildo will be sent back with you in a timed master lock device and as a punishment for trying to remove the dildo, the dom drops your walking outfit into the plastic pool your standing in. You try to grab them midair but you only managed to grab the sneakers.

As you get dressed in the clothes soaked in a mass of piss and sweat, one of the doms brings out a heavy chain with a master lock time box, the dom tells you to raise your head and while you hate the idea of what’s to come the hypnosis takes over and instantly you do as told. The dom then locks the chain using the timed master lock. As you lace your shoes the doms hand you your keys, wallet and phone and tell you to hurry to the bus as it’s nearly 10 p.m., so you only have about an hour. You dread the stares your get on your way home but somehow while thinking of them, walking fast with the dildo locked in your ass, your dick continues to try and get hard…

The end (or is it…)

Click for the previous part

Click to start at Part 1