1. Helpless


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 57, Source: xHamster

    severe whipping, sometimes some humiliating or disgusting task you'll have to perform before I unlock you. But then ending will always be the same - I'll lock the belt back on and leave you lying there, counting the hours until the timer sets you free.&#034 &#034Welcome to the rest of your life.&#034 I had no time to take in the appalling picture she was painting of my future, as she was already locking the belt onto me. My cock dispappeared into a metal tube which seemed to be exactly the same size as its flaccid state - there would be no way I could get even the slighest erection. The belt itself looped around my waist, with two chains running between my legs between the belt and the cock tube. The whole thing had a built-in key mechanism rather than a separate padlock. As she snapped the lock shut, I saw once again that look of pure sadism in her eyes. &#034Well, time I was going,&#034 she said. &#034But I'm worried you might be bored just lying there for the next 3 hours. Let me give you something to think about.&#034 With that, she took a 2 litre bottle of water from the mini bar. She gripped my nose in one hand, thus keeping my head still and forcing me to open my mouth, and f***ed me to drink the entire bottle. I wondered for a moment if the water was also d**gged, but then suddenly I understood the torment she was inflicting - within half an hour I would desperately need to pee, but would have to wait another two and half hours in agony before I could. She got up to ...
    leave. &#034Wait!&#034 I blurted out. &#034You... you can't do this to me.&#034 She shook her head as if dealing with a particularly dimwitted c***d. &#034Understand one thing. I can do absolutely anything I want to you, and I'm going to spend the rest of your life proving it. The torture and humilation you suffer will be limited only by my imagination, which is to say, not limited at all. And even though you know how much suffering a phone call from me will mean, you'll pray every morning that that day will be the day I finally call, since I'm the only way you can get relief from your unimaginable sexual frustration.&#034 She leant over me and made an ajustment to the timer-controlled handcuffs. &#034Why don't I give you a few extra hours to think about it&#034, she said. It was six months later when she finally contacted me, calling from an untraceable number. I was given strict instructions to rent a room at a particular hotel and wait for her there. When she arrived, she told me straight away that she didn't have the key to my belt with her, so I could forget any ideas I had about overpowering her to get it. She would only go and fetch it once I was securely handcuffed to the four corners of the bed - and of course, forcing me to drink a couple of litres of water &#034for old times' sake&#034. Finally, after several hours, she returned. (I suspect the key wasn't really that far away, but she enjoyed the thought of leaving me lying there, helplessly awaiting her return.) ...
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