Down in the Depths of Servitude

Deep Down in the Depths of Servitude

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When the paths of a strong and practiced BDSM Dominant and an adventurous and willing but green submissive collide, the result can be a fantastic and wild playdate, but it can also turn into a challenging, risky, and reckless one. Some would call what I allowed to be done to me as outright stupid. They are probably right. What follows is a journal transcribed into story style that details a five-day 'submissive rental' from my part-time best friend, part-time master aka Sir Michael to his BDSM Dominant buddy, DR. D in Vegas in late October 2024.

It is the third time I have had strict bondage and sexual abuse encounters with DR. D. What occurred to me is all true and real, this is not a fictional story or an exaggeration of the events. My anonymity, along with his and his friends, is provided for in a detailed contract agreement we have signed. Another of the many contract requirements is that I must keep a journal capturing written descriptions and my reactions to what occurred and then provide them to on-line BDSM publications. My forced telling to the public about the activities amuses DR. D and Sir Michael, shames and mortifies me, which I believe is their intent and the root of their pleasure.

On three previous occasions I have served as a BDSM submissive. I only take on a submissive lifestyle when invited to play, be it with Sir Michael or with DR. D and his like-minded friends. In between these intense playdates my normal personality is as a competitive, ambitious, driven, and stressed straight male business executive. Roleplaying as a submissive gives me immense relief from my normal fast-paced world. DR. D, Sir Micheal and their friends involved are gay. As I have indicated, I am not, but I have a kink where I get off being bound and then forced to be used sexually. While I would prefer to have heterosexual bondage interrelations, I am happily married to someone that doesn't enjoy it so that option is not viable.

When I choose to act out my submissive role, I belong to Sir Michael. There is now a clause in our Dom/sub contract that allows him to rent me to other Dominants of his choice. This is the second time I am being leased out, and both times have been to DR. D. I have been rented this time for a specific but unclear purpose. All that I really knew was that DR. D was building something new for his submissive mate and he wanted to try it out on me before sharing it with him. No additional information was to be given to me until I was there. He took care of the travel arrangements and paid for my trip to his home. My only added instructions were to travel light and to fast the night before and the day of my trip. Drinking water, however, was encouraged. I admit this secrecy stirred my eagerness for the visit.

Chapter 1: Sweet Dreams Cunt

DR. D and I began communicating outside of our BDSM Dom/sub association after our first encounter and it has grown into a friendship. It might be better described as being 'odd buddies'. Our chats cover many different subjects, but as expected many do relate to BDSM and my new interest in the subject and lifestyle. It is purely a platonic acquaintance. DR. D is in a long-term loving relationship with his mate, who is also his personal submissive for most weekends and yet an equal partner on weekdays. They are the de facto leaders of a small BDSM social group of like-minded individuals called the 'Common Bonds Social Club'.

The two of them own an amazing well-equipped dungeon in their magnificent home. It has been the location of most of my previous BDSM playdates and where their social club meets. He is a BDSM expert practitioner, and I am curious, so we have great talks. He now knows most of my fantasies, desires and secrets.

He is also a board-certified medical doctor. Assuming he would know the real story, one of talks we had was on date rape drugs. I had confided that I found online bondage/rape flicks intriguing when they start with the victim becoming unconscious from a spiked drink before awaking naked and bound. However, these mostly being fictional stories, I was curious if it could really happen. Based on the Bill Cosby arrest and trial I thought that it could, but didn't know to what extent. DR. D confirmed based on the drugs used it was indeed possible. Noting my interest, he asked if I had ever fantasied about it. Without thinking, I confirmed an occasional daydream. So that was the faux pas that would ultimately kick off this misadventure.

DR. D had arranged for me to be picked up at the Las Vegas airport. My last BDSM servitude started here too, however in that visit as soon as I enter their vehicle I was stripped, strapped to a bench and fucked while we cruised incognito thru downtown Vegas. This time was different. When I was picked up, I sat up front, wasn't bound, wasn't blindfolded. One of DR. D's fellow Doms who I was acquainted with was the driver and the only one in the car. He's a nice fellow, that is when he is not whipping or shafting my butt. I was greeted in a friendly manor and told we had been invited to attend a small get-together at the home of one of the other Doms who is part of their group. We would go there before heading over to DR. D's house if that was ok with me. I had no objection.

We arrived. It's a nice home. We headed out back to their patio area where there was a group of guys socializing. I recognize them from my previous visits. I'm a little uncomfortable as I have not been placed in a subservient role, and I have only interacted with these people previously while being bound and naked. Here I'm not familiar with being treated as an equal and that is what is happening. In my normal social circles back home, this would be a completely fine setting, but here it's unnerving. DR. D is part of the crowd and acknowledges me with a nod. One Dom, who I guess is the host, I don't know whose house this is, comes up to me with a glass of wine and a friendly hello, welcoming me back to Vegas.

Now I am being served. Not expecting this treatment, I stood there awkwardly, as others engaged me in idle conversation. I sip my wine to settle my nerves. It's good. I'm a little concerned because I'm operating on an empty stomach which can make the effects of alcohol stronger. I'm not a big drinker. But this is turning out to be a nice gathering and I am now speaking with three guys who previously were my tormentors about the NFL.

I finished my glass, and it's refilled by the host. I'm having a good time and starting to relax. This is nice. I think I've been there about a half hour when I start to feel the effects of the wine. I should have eaten. My legs feel a little weak and I say to the others I'm chatting with that I think I should sit down. As I sit, DR. D whispers in my ear "Sweet dreams, Cunt."

Chapter 2: The Lost Evening

I wasn't sure where this set of events should be inserted in my journal. By timeline, this is what happened next to me. I just didn't know it. After my first two visits to DR. D's home, he sent me a collection of videos taken of me as I was bound and used. This trip was no different. When I went to watch this set, I made the discovery of what I am about to report. It was never discussed with me anytime I was there or since I came home. The recording starts with me on an outside lawn couch, and I look like I am asleep. Filming appears to be via a cell phone based on the jerky movements of the recording. The boys who I had been with at the 'party' were in a group standing around me. Two of the masters sat down beside me and began striping me of my clothes. I offered zero resistance or reaction. When they finish, two others pull me to the ground and begin to secure my wrists behind my back and then my ankles with duct tape. My feet are then pulled up to my wrists and secured together with more tape, putting me into a hogtie. This looks unnecessary as I appear sedated and not awaking or reacting to their actions.

I am picked up and carried to the garage, followed by the videographer who captures both their actions and conversations. I am dumped into the rear of a SUV, covered with a blanket, and the hatch is closed.

The video then picks up with me being set down on the floor by one the pegging benches of DR. D and Mate's dungeon. The dungeon was where I expected my servitude would be starting and now it has. The duct tape is cut and removed, and with concerted effort my limp body is placed on and strapped to the bench.

I watch in marvel, as what follows is two hours of four of the masters taking turns fucking my hole, whipping my butt and abusing my balls. I offer no resistance, no reaction, no indication that I am aware at all of what they are doing to me. The boys are enjoying themselves. All are seasoned Tops. They have used my hole before. One comment amuses me as I hear on the tape one of the boys say, "I can't believe how tight his hole still is, I fisted it the last time he was on this bench, and he still is clenching my dick without even being awake. He is the perfect bottom. Shame he's not enjoying it, I sure am"

I am in awe as they continue to do me. Each in their own style, speed, sway and thrust. It's not sexually exciting to me, but abusively exciting, if that's such a thing. And that of course refers to the 'me' watching it. The 'me' being fuck is oblivious to the actions. That adds to my viewing enjoyment. I'm becoming twisted. I know. I'm getting excited watching myself being abused in a way I never even considered in my fantasies. The guys are enjoying it for real too. They know they are safe in their evil deeds of screwing an unconscious victim as they have my written permission to rape me in the condition I am in. It's a stretch of the contract, I know, but I granted use of my body while it was bound even if I didn't know who was doing it or what they wanted to do to me. They were not required to advise me before starting or need my verbal approval if the deed is on my acceptable list. Anal play and penetration are on the list. The 'me' watching is ok with what and how they are doing the sleeping me.

Another thing I noticed is they are physically different and of different ages. All are in good shape. Not a beer gut or flab on any of them. One is definitely hairier than the others. All are circumcised, although I know one of the guys that is part of the club is not. He is not among them. Two of them have sizable cocks, the others two, more average. All seem to have no problem keeping themselves hard as they plunder my hole. It's funny, the oldest one and the youngest one seem to be making love to me more than the others. That is, they wrap their arms around my bound body as the glid in and out of me. They tenderly rub their hands over my back and sides. They reach under and caress my nipples. They seem to wish that it would stir some reaction from me. They don't, but they still go at it. I have been lubed. Obviously, it is not to make it easier for me. This is all about their pleasure. They want to glide in and out.

The others two Doms seem to be in more of the mode of abusive fucking of this bound sub. Why not? The hole before them is free to use as they like. It is part of their kink to be forceful and strong with their prey. And so, they are aggressive, thrusting hard, pounding away with a look of glee on their faces. They spank my cheeks in between sets of banging me. One reaches up, grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back, arching my back as he plows in and out of me. He also fingers me, adding additional digits as he goes. One of the others tells him to back off on that, because he wants me to stay nice and tight and I'm already being stretched by DR. D's oversized dick. There is general laughter with that dialog.

I'm surprised at how deep my sleep appears to be. I am showing no reaction to any of this. If it wasn't for my restraints holding me tight to the bench I would have fallen into a pile on the floor. I notice what looks like a blood pressure cuff on my left arm. DR. D must have been keeping a medical eye out for me as they play. I also see what looks like an IV in the opposite arm near my wrist, but the filming never shows a close up shot of it. I'll be told about it later.

They kept taking turns, getting close to climax before switching off with a friend to extend their endurance. On one rotation the one of the aggressive guys goes at me like a pile driver, arching up on his toes as he bangs forward, holding onto me to gain leverage to his thrusts. He grunts as he goes. His eyes closed, his face grimacing, yet looks pleasured, his body perspiring. This is like work. He likes his job. The bench is almost rocking. I'm just going along for the ride. I bet this would be hurting if I were awake.

Eventually they all went, depositing their loads within me. Then it was time for a new game. One of the masters shows the cameraman a close-up view of a Hershey's Chocolate Syrup bottle. It is then brought over to me, my cheeks spread, and the bottle's spout is inserted in my recently used hole and some of its contents spurted in. Another squirt is applied down my crack. I then hear "Go enjoy yourself" and I see a sub I know from the group come into frame. I also know what he loves to do. He has rimmed me before. He takes delight in sucking cum out of a used hole. The chocolate is a new twist. At least for me it is. He is making love to my butt hole with his tongue for his own self-gratification. Of course, I don't even know he's there. He licks me, sucks me, inserts his tongue, all while his work is being recorded close up. He's smiling, loving what he is doing. I'm his chocolate cream pie. To me this is repulsive. I'm glad I'm not awake for this. It's not a pleasure to watch either.

When he's done, they then shift to more direct abuse of my cock and balls. DR. D provides reminders that I'll have no reactions to pain stimuli so be cautious. He adds, no pain, but I can be striped and reddened as blood still flows through my capillaries. They whip my butt good. First with a riding crop, then a paddle, a wide paint stick and finally when shifting to my ball sack they use a flogger. Each time marveling in that my buddy has no jolting reaction to the strikes, yet there is a definite color change. The video shows my very rosy, red cheeks with striped highlights. I don't get why this is amusing them. I would think their turn on would be the reaction and the pain their sub was being made to endure at their hand. They are not getting that, yet they still proceed. Maybe they are just practicing their skills. Again, I'm glad I'm in another world as they do this to me.

They have finally finished playing and now it's time to get to their real purpose of me being here. I'm taken down from the bench and carried to the wet room. There, still sound asleep I am cleansed, showered, and prepped.

Chapter 3: Awakening to My Nightmare

I woke up slowly. As one would who is coming out of a deep pleasant sleep. I'm foggy, trying to focus. I feel rested, a little confused but peaceful, wanting to return to sleep. I think I do drift back and forth. As my mind becomes a little more aware I remember I'm on my trip to Vegas. It is only then that I become cognizant that I am bound. Naked and bound. Funny, you read fictional stories about this, and it seems odd that it takes a couple of minutes for the victim to detect that they are bound and naked. But that is exactly what happened to me. It took a moment or two to focus on my physical situation.

"Good morning, Cunt. Did you sleep well? Now that you are awake, I am going to gag you for a while as I don't want you to ask any questions. I will tell you all you need to know," advises DR. D. I am then gagged with a rubber inflation gag that does its job reasonably well.

"My sub wants to experience strict isolation bondage. Big time. We have created a space for that. I want to test it with you first to make sure his experience will be perfect on his upcoming birthday," DR. D explains. He continues, "Let me tell you about some of what we've done to you while you were napping. You were brough from our little get-together over to our dungeon. A little while ago your rectum was thoroughly cleansed, you were showered and dried. You were then moved to a special bed that you are on now that is fitted with a mattress like the ones they use for patients in a vegetative state to ward off bed sores and the like."

He continued, "I have inserted an IV in your arm to provide fluids and meds should I feel they are necessary as outline in the medical agreement you signed on your last trip here. When you first got here, I gave you a little extra sedative to make sure you stayed asleep. Nothing dangerous, I assure you. It's highly unlikely the IV will be used further, but it there as a precaution. We placed a feeding tube through your nose going down your throat into your stomach for nourishment. You have a catheter in your urethra to collect your urine. To take care of your other waste we have placed a special semi rigid tube designed for this purpose, descending from the bottom of your sigmoid colon through your rectum and out of your anus that links up to a waste collection bag. It is held in place by ballon, just like the catheter so there will be no mess from either end."

It's only then I noticed the feeling of the tube in my throat, I didn't notice it while absorbing all the other things touching my body and concentrating on the unsettling words I was hearing. "Attached to your forearms, upper arms, neck, chest, back, buttocks, upper thighs, and lower legs are electro pads connected to a multi-function TENS device that will be used every hour or so to exercise your muscles. I don't want them to cramp or atrophy from lack of use. Don't worry, this will be like working out and not painful discipline. It will likely disrupt your sleep."

"You have also been outfitted with numerous health monitoring sensors and devices so we will always know your well-being. Heartbeat, pulse, blood pressure, respirations, CO and O2 levels, you are well wired for sound. It is all the common data I monitor for my patients in the ICU." He has been busy while I was sleeping. He adds. "On your dick are two electro bands. Now these can be painful, so behave. More often than not while you are being held you will find them pleasurable. Of course, that will be up to me and my friends. Deep within your rectum there is an outer tube that the waste tube is threaded through. This tube is encircled with two wide electric bands that have leads that also exit you and will be connected along with your dick to an ErosTek 312 Power Unit. You are well familiar with one of those. We plan to stimulate both your butt and dick with pain and pleasure to keep you entertained."

"After we outfitted you with everything just mentioned, your ankles, thighs, waist, chest, upper arms and wrists were all secured to the cot frame with humane padded leather cuffs with leather straps like we use in the medical field with psychiatric patients. You are well secured, and you aren't going anywhere. Your neck and head are not tied down for safety reasons. You have a comfortable form fitted pillow under your head. There is some minimal movement of your extremities, basically to accommodate the electrical muscle stimulation exercise. You won't be able to touch any of our devices and electronics and certainly not your privates."

Chapter 4: The Move to the Garden

I hear DR. D walking away while talking to others, so I know he has not been alone. I am left for about fifteen minutes. I notice my butt cheeks feel a bit sore and my hole too. My mind as you've expected is swirling. So much to take in. The last thing I remember was an unexpected, nice evening with my past captors. Then I woke up naked and bound. It's clear that DR. D takes in all I say when we are chatting. I talked about date rape drugs. I'm at a party enjoying myself and I wake a bound prisoner. That part I like. But all this stuff on and in me, a feeding tube, a catheter, an IV for possible medical issues, muscle atrophy... what are they planning for me? How long are they going to hold me? I start to tremble, I'm a little unnerved.