1. One Hundred Knots


    Date: 11/27/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: stimonhigh, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    On my last trip to the Chamber, for example, I was able to get loose in less than seven minutes. When I and pushed the shocker switch to “OFF”, I was relieved, even elated. Shortly afterward, however, when I would normally have been stroking myself to a well-deserved orgasm, I began to feel guilty. I knew in my heart that I hadn’t paid a high enough price for that climax, so I denied myself the pleasure. Resolving to suffer properly the next time, I immediately retied the knots and added two more strands to the ring. Before leaving the room, I also increased the voltage on the shocker. Anticipation For the next several days I was out of town on business. Early in the morning on the last day of my trip, I was sitting at the desk in my hotel room. As is my custom when I’m on the road, I was jerking my cock to Internet porn and I was really getting into it. Not wanting to be late for my first appointment, though, I glanced at the time on my laptop—6:00 a.m. On the screen above the clock, a pretty redhead was lying back with her legs spread wide. She was looking into the camera and the middle finger of her right hand was gently tracing the outline of her pussy through her panties. Just then it occurred to me that around that time the next morning I’d likely be viewing the same kind of scene but that my circumstances would be much different. Instead of sitting there comfortably playing with myself, I’d be in bondage and my cock and balls would be wired to the shocker. I’d be ...
    faced with the awful choice of whether to abandon my principles and just untie the knots or to pull the switch cord and fry like the slut that I am. It would be a tough decision but in the end, I knew I’d choose the shocker. I always had. Part of me really wants the pain—that searing, crushing pain that is my just payment for the pleasure of orgasm. As hot as I was right then, I was actually looking forward to it. Atonement The very next day I knelt naked in the chamber. The cuffs were already in place about my wrists and ankles, my leather slave collar was buckled around my neck and a locking penis gag filled my mouth. I was ready, very ready, to make up for getting off so easy the last time. On the screen in front of me a lovely brunette was slowly raising the hem of her skirt. She was wearing thigh-high stockings and, as I recalled from a previous session, a pair of tight thong-style panties. Once uncovered, those panties would clearly outline (but also hide) the tempting cleft between her luscious thighs. I knew that it would be quite a while before the thong came off and her pussy came into view. There was plenty of time for the slut in the Chamber to finish preparing himself for punishment. I watched intently as the skirt rose past her stocking tops, allowing me my first glimpse of the smooth and delicate flesh above them. On the floor near my knees lay a six-foot length of black rawhide lace with a 4-inch diameter single overhand loop tied in the center. Just before the ...
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