1. One Hundred Knots


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

    wired between my outspread thighs, they looked primed and ready for punishment. I'd made them that way. I'd played with myself while watching the woman strip. I'd hardened my cock and then, in the heat of passion, tied off my sex, wired it up and connected it to the shocker. Seeing my handiwork reminded of what a slut I was and why I was there. I reached up and slipped the shackle of one of the open padlocks through the D-ring on my left wrist cuff. Very deliberately I closed the lock, listening to it snap shut. I then did the same on the right. Just then the woman on the screen turned away from the camera and slowly bent forward. My heart pounded in my chest. In just a moment, I’d be writhing around on that dildo, screaming in pain as electric lava flowed unchecked through my helpless sex. I was about to fry! I took one last, quick look at my helpless cock and, as I'd done so many times before, glued my eyes to the screen. The cord to the shocker switch was in my hand. I waited. I saw the model slip her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and gradually draw them down over the firm globes of her ass. Moments later, she slid the panties all the way to her knees, fully exposing her pussy. I stared hard at the treasure before me—and pulled the cord. In but a second I was screaming into my gag as the electricity tore through my genitals. Like vise jaws lined with red-hot, vibrating needles, the current gripped my cock and balls, shook them—hard—and then released them, only ...
    to return four seconds later with a vengeance. Four seconds on and four seconds off; that was the schedule, one that would repeat itself over and over again. I’d suffer that way until I’d untied the last knot and was able to turn off the shocker. I was paying my debt. Wide-eyed and still screaming with every jolt, I undid the first few knots. The initial ones were easy; there wasn’t much rope to pull through. As I got farther along, however, dealing with all the extra rope slowed my progress and there was an increasing chance that it would tangle. I was diligent, though, and soon I had worked through all twenty knots in the first strand. Along the way, I’d taken somewhere between twelve and fifteen shocks. I’d already lost count. Each time one would hit, I’d have to stop for a few seconds and regroup, gathering strength by watching the naked woman posing on the screen. That of course added time to the session but I couldn’t help it; the pain was otherwise just too much to endure. I got through the second strand in like manner. By that time, however, I’d become tired of the nagging pain and for the last minute or so had been working more quickly. At knot ten or eleven, I was absorbed in the image on the screen and when I pulled hard on the rope to untie it, it didn’t budge. I looked up just as another shock ripped through my genitals. I saw that I hadn’t completely untied the previous knot and now the one that I’d been working on was jammed. To my horror, the ropes above me ...
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