1. One Hundred Knots


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

    were a tangled mess. Right then I wasn’t sure that I could ever sort them out, much less within the next several minutes. I looked down at my cock, which was already turning a dark shade of red. I knew that if I didn’t get some circulation to it soon, I could kiss that fellow goodbye. I renewed my efforts and over the next two or three minutes (which of course were punctuated with numerous jolts to my sex), I was successful in untangling the ropes. I finished that strand and the next, still wincing with every shock. Now, though, the pain was different, more like a bee sting than the hot, gripping agony that I’d earlier experienced. This loss of feeling was expected; it was the direct result of a lack of circulation. My genitals were becoming numb. Not wanting to chance another tangle, I untied the last twenty knots in a very methodical fashion. When the last knot was loose, the first thing I did was to lean forward and turn off the shocker. I then removed the electrodes and untied my cock and balls, which by now were almost purple and cold to the touch. When I removed the last loop of cord from my sex, I was pleased to note that the feeling started to return. I resolved then and there that the next time I visited the Chamber, I would suffer harder but for a somewhat shorter period. With that, I grasped the shocker’s voltage control and rotated it clockwise. At that point I really didn’t feel like cumming. In fact, I was pretty exhausted. What I really wanted was a long, hot ...
    shower—and sleep. It was Saturday, so I’d have plenty of time to rest. I stood up and left the Chamber. I’d retie the knots later that day. Then I’d jerk off. Epilogue When I awoke from my nap, an idea came to me that would profoundly influence my future sessions in the Chamber. The concept was so incredibly simple that I was astounded that I’d not thought of it before. I got up and right away went downstairs, retied the knots as planned and set about making some changes. For reference, I’d been wishing for some time that there were a way to give myself no choice about whether or not to pull the shocker switch cord. What occurred to me that morning solved the problem. Normally I’d run the switch cord upward from the shocker, pass it through the ring in the ceiling and let the end dangle within easy reach of my bound hands. That morning I merely rerouted the cord. I sank a small screw eye into the top front of the dildo stool and then replaced the switch cord with a long loop of cord that was roughly the same length (about six feet) as the original. After connecting the tied end of the loop to the shocker switch, I ran its closed end through the screw eye on the stool. Then I tied a smaller loop in the very end of that closed portion and fitted that small loop with a padlock. I closed the padlock around the shackle of one of the two locks hanging from the cluster of knotted ropes above the stool. That left the switch cord with just enough slack to allow me to fasten my wrist ...
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