writting part one

This one starts in a cold dark room of an industrial unit, the floor slick with damp.

All subbie can hear is the dripping water, the blindfold keeping him in darkness. He is naked, wrists cuffed behind his back, on his knees with a short thick chain padlocked around his neck and attached to the floor. He has no idea how long he has been kept like this all he knows is his knees hurt, the pain building slowly through his body.

All of a sudden, the silence is broken by the sound of the heavy metal door opening, the rusted hinges squeaking. As it gives way, he can hear the slow methodical tap of high heels walking across the floor towards him. Nothing is said to him although he begs to be let out of his bonds his body cold and sore. The sound of the heels gets closer and closer then stops. The woman looks down her naked body and gives a small smile to herself as her body starts to relax as she starts to piss on him never saying a word.

The flow stops she turns and slowly makes her way out leaving him there. The door slowly closes once again leaving him with the incessant dripping to fill his mind. As his body slowly cools off, the smell of her gift lingers in the air filling his nostrils.

After a while the door reopens and the sound of heels on the damp concrete come towards him once more the same thing happens. Another person relieves themselves on him saying nothing and walking out, leaving every time with the ever stronger smell of piss covering his body.

As he starts to drift off, the door opens once more, but this time it’s not the delicate sound of heels he can hear, it’s the sound of a heavy rubber boot walking towards him the boots stop right in front him.

A steel chair is slammed down in front of him. A second light metal sound is right after it and something is dropped under his face. A heavy set male voice, deep and booming, tells him to eat, a foot resting on the back of his head slowly pushes his face into the bowl the feel of the food mashing in to his face its cold jelly like, but its food.

His body craves it as he dives in, his actions more that of an animal than a man, but the food tasted funny. He slowly turns his head as the deep booming voice laughs then getting closer says,” it’s been flavoured by the seed of six real men. Real men who know how to fuck your mistress, men with real cocks not that waste of skin you call a cock!”

As the foot pushes him back down, he is laughingly told to finish it all and lick the bowl clean. He finishes the food, licking it up even chasing the bowl around.

The male laughed once more saying,” now to the next room,” as he unlocks the chain and cuffs.

The subbie’s body falls to the floor. His knees are scarlet from the time spent on the floor. His whole body is burning with pain from the position he was forced to hold.

Subbie is given no time to rest as he is dragged across the floor and left in a pile on the floor as cold soapy water is thrown over him. He is scrubbed with a stiff bristled brush until his skin burning then drenched in another bucket of ice cold water before finally being dragged out of the room.

The cold and concrete is now replaced by warmth. He is dropped in a heap on cold tiles and the blindfold is removed.

The light is so bright; his eyes water and take a few minutes to adjust in the midst of the sound of mixed male and female laughter as they laugh and mock his form. Eventually he is able to see three very nude ladies seated on floor cushions as six males attend to their needs.

In the centre was his mistress, the one who could stop this whenever she wanted. She points at him and he lifts his head slightly only to fall back down when one of the men walks over to him and drags him over to the cage set beside the cushions.

Before they force him in, they put one last twist in this tale as they fit him with a CB6000 chastity device the small chrome cage fitting snug as the padlock clicks shut.

His head was forced into the stock of the cage, the door is closed and he is stuck there exposed to all.

Just as he starts to relax, a cold wet steel object is pushed between his cheeks and worked into his ass. The large object stops its assault but now filling him up as he felt the slow trickle of fluid start to flow through the plug.

The subbie could feel he was filling slowly the problem was it didn’t distract him from the image in front of him. The sight of his mistress spit roasted by two of the male as her body was used and taken. The abuse was too much for him.

He felt his cock start to stir the confines of his chastity, getting tighter the dull ache forming inside as the slow steady stream of fluid fills him up. He keeps staring as he is forced to watch his mistress, the one he adored but could not please, was violently taken by these men.

Her body nothing but a toy to be used by them as one cock slid slow down her throat, his balls resting on her chin, he slowly withdrew only to force it back in with slightly more force. The man behind doing the same he could tell, he was pushing it in deep as her low guttural groan escaped past the cock in her mouth. He grabbed hold of her hair and stated to go faster, both men working together as one. He was taken out of the moment as his cock was now straining against the confines of his chastity cage, the dull pain from within getting worse as he felt the plug being removed.

His body ached in so many ways now, but the male who had removed the plug shouted just loud enough to be heard that he was to hold it in and not spill a drop. The two men fucked his mistress harder and he could see her body go stiff with her first orgasm. The men swapped ends, but picked up the pace where they left off and she was cumming in no time once more. The urge to relive him self was overwhelming; the pressure of the damn cage was killing him, his cock pressing hard against it. But as he saw his mistress slump on the floor, her body used and worn out for now, the males walked over to him leaving the three very happy looking girls on their cushions, all watching him to see what would happen next.

As the men reached the cage they all crowed around his head, the semi limp cocks hanging proudly in front of him. One grabbed his hair with one hand and with his other hand grabbed his own softening cock, forcing it in to the subbies mouth, pushing it all the way in deep down his throat. His booming voiced declared that he should be able to clean the cocks of the men who can please a woman, seeing as he would eat their seed. As each man fucked the subbies face until his cock was clean and hard again, one man looked at the subbie and just said “You can let it all out now.” Those words where like a god send for him, and the liquid exited his body.

Once he had finished, he was dragged out of the cage and cuffed to the top of it. Feet flat on the floor, the cold bars pressing in to his face, the smell rose up for his last act of humiliation for his mistress. All of this came crashing home as there was a squirt of cold liquid at the subbies arse. Once more, the first of six men started to slide their cocks in to his poor abused ass, every time the pace starting off slow but slowly getting faster, until the cage was trying to move across the floor. To add insult to this moment, ever time he looked up he could see his mistress and her friends playing with themselves and giving the six men encouragement to fuck him harder and deeper, to let him know how a man fucks. As each man reached his climax he could feel them pull out and cum over his back. Once the last man had finished, he was left alone to pass out on the cage to the sound of all of them laughing about what had happened so far to the subbie...

end part one.

rubber fun

Spent a good deal of Saturday thinking about how to put Friday night in to words. Here is my attempt... try

Friday night saw a somewhat hotly anticipated event come to fruition. A good friend of mine was hosting a rubber party – one that has seen Twitter rife for weeks with talk of buying new latex outfits and best ways to polish and clean them. For me it all started at 10pm on the Thursday, when I turned up at his place to help construct what can only be called a rubber “fun” room. I spent a total of 11 hours cutting latex and covering the floors and walls. Never before have I polished so much rubber, particularly not accompanied by calls of “rubber bitch”!

After going home and returning clean and dressed in my suit, bowler hat, and freshly shined gloves and s10 mask, I joined the party. There were lots of lovely people in some wonderful outfits, which I was able to fully appreciate as the room filled and I ended up with the responsibility of answering the door. On seeing my full suit, New Rocks, bowler hat and s10, I was regularly greeted with “we have the right place then”! The best bit was watching my lovely lady turn up in an off the shoulder dress, kissing my face (well, mask) as if perfectly natural and saying “I love rubber”. Another highlight was greeting a young lady with whom I have only spoken to online before, after having only just discovered that we were both going to the same party.

Re-joining the party the room warm and filled with the wonderful smell of latex, I caught up with good friends and made a few new ones. I decided to go for a smoke with the lady from online, so I removed my mask and handed it to my lady for her to look after. Outside, we chatted – all of the normal things you say when you finally meet some one for the first time. I slowly moved her into the back corner and ran my latex covered hands up her inner thigh. Slowly, I worked my way towards her crotch and slid just one finger inside. We continued to smoke and chat, and she figured out that “you do keep your promises don’t you”. Then, I was interrupted by a friend handing me my s10, saying that it had been defaced. Looking at it, I could see “I heart bumming” written over both of the lenses in lipstick. I was informed that she was hiding hiding somewhere. In that situation, all that you can say between draws on your cigarette is “the bitch is going to die”. Finishing what I started with the online lady, I left her just short of what she wanted and we both headed back inside. Now, for my lady to hide in a room full of people who know us both was not clever. Hiding in a room full of people who know us and like to hurt her was just plain silly. I was quickly told where she was, and she was bought downstairs. There is nothing quite as hot as watching her being dragged by her hair to me. Grabbing hold of her arms, I put the question as simply as possible: 'Did you write on my s10?'

The response was instant: 'They told me to do it!' She quickly wriggled out and darted off, only to be bought back to me by someone else. This time, I had handcuffs in my hand. She kept fighting back, but I couldn't be bothered with trying to grab and bend back her arms so I just wrapped my arm around her throat and slowly squeezed. I knew she wouldn't last long. Watching her slump, we cuffed her hands behind her back and I slowly released the pressure on her throat. In the background all I could hear was calls of 'put the mask on her', so I placed my s10 over her face. Experience has taught us that this is the best way of keeping her quiet! I grabbed hold of her and dragged her over to the spanking bench, politely asking a few people sat on it if its was OK to move them for a minute or two. As I held onto her hair, someone sat close by helped me to unbuckled the straps and get her strapped down. She will always fight me all the way and I do love it, but she was now well and truly restrained. I went for my favourite flogger from the toy rack – it is evil, nasty and hurts like hell. Lifting the hem of the dress to give me a clear shot at her bum and thighs, I started to bring the flogger down. not as hard as I can but with enough force to be bloody painful. Bringing the strokes down over exposed skin and watching it turn red, with muffled screams in the background, is such joy; as my mother said, you have to enjoy the simple things in life, so I started to bring them down just a little bit harder. Then I stopped, ran my gloved hand over her now quite warm backside and slipped a finger between her legs. She was very wet. I removed my hand, put the flogger down and picked up the biggest cane that I could find. Two blows in and the wonderful red lines that a cane leaves was showing up, but she said that it was too much. I offered her one more, and laid in a little harder then the last. The muffled scream made me smile and giggle to myself. I then found a big marker pen and wrote 'feel free to have a go' across her bum. First up was another friend of mine, who I can only describe as a god of spanking. Hearing her scream after every blow was very enjoyable, but unfortunately we had to stop for a short while as a little blood was drawn. A bit of alcohol rub sorted her out, and a few others tried their hand at spanking her. She had the cheek to tell one of them to 'put more effort in to it'!

I uncuffed her and left her to undo herself as I needed a smoke. A little later, after she throws water over me, we decide that she's not being very ladylike so a call goes out to a friend of ours to teach her how to behave. Needless to say we come in to find my lady naked on the floor, scratch marks all over her body, and wriggling in what I hope is pain. As we walk over to her, I hear my friend say, 'Well, they're back now.' She handed over to us. I kept her pinned to the floor by standing on her hair, and my friend pulled out a very lovely looking flogger and proceeded to flog her. I stood still, watching her wriggle around unable to escape because I’m standing on her hair. My friend then pulled out a rather lovely looking WW2 bayonet, and did some wonderful head fucking knife play. We only relent when she curled up in tears.

After that, she got a hug and I got a smoke. A little later, after enjoying the rubber fun room for a short while and the feel of the latex against our skin, we went down stairs to the gyny chair. This time, there was no need for cuffs, straps or the s10. I pushed her back onto the chair, placed her legs in the stirrups and I told her to be quiet and keep her hands at the side or I would punch her in the sternum. I went to retrieve the flogger I used earlier, and started to rain the blows down on her chest and thighs. I didn't even start off slowly - this play was all about pain. A few minutes in, her arms covered her chest, so, with a quick hard punch to the sternum, a slight scream exited her mouth. Grabbing hold of her face, I told her to shut the fuck up and I continued to rain the blows over her body. Every now and then a quick slap to the face told her to shut up, or a quick punch told her to keep her hands in place, but all in all she was well behaved up until the point where I could see that she couldn't take any more of it. A quick fake of the flogger or a punch or two later, she was in tears and curling up on the chair. I got a thank you and a kiss. We cuddled for a second as we headed outside for me to have a smoke, and she stood there naked in the rain with the biggest smile.

The rest of the night was bit of a blur after the high I got from that. All I can say is what a night, and why cant I get The Communards 'Don't Leave Me This Way' out of my head ?

Doc

spelling and junk by the lovely lady