Bound, gagged and blindfolded, I swung at the end of a chain hung in the darkness of Corinna's dungeon. Corinna's slave girl hungrily sucked my cock. I had been ordered not to come and threatened with the most severe penalty if I did, but I was powerless to resist the girl's charms, not because of the physical restraints, but because I was weak.
Anna had ordered denial, Slave warned that Corinna might unman me if I disobeyed, and my love, my everything, my Gina, had commanded that I abstain from all orgasms without permission from a woman in authority. But I could not obey. I was weak, pathetic. The girl at my cock held me in her sway. Whatever women took me by the balls, even this insignificant slave, would have whatever she desired of me. I shivered in disgust at my failing, I shudder in fear of the consequences, but driven by an uncontrollable hunger, my hips thrust at her mouth. Hanging in the air suspended by chains, with spineless quivers I shot fitful spurts of sperm into the temptress's soft, wet maw.
She lingered at the trough, savoring her earthy treat. Her tongue rolled my lolling, sated cock around in her mouth, smearing the thick syrup about. She shamelessly indulged herself, thoroughly appraising the flavor, bouquet, and mouth feel of my man come. Eventually she swallowed and meticulously sucked me clean. She squeezed my testicles and slipped a finger up my ass to milk out the dregs from my spent prostate. She pulled her teeth gently along my length, milking out the last drops of semen.
A gooey thickness gurgled in her whisper, "What a pretty cock, and so full of yummy man juice. This hardon says you like being hung in Corinna's chains. Good, cus you're a nicely hung hunk of man, but very, very bad boy that's gotta be all chained up. And whooped, whooped all over, then whooped again. This is gonna to be fun." She gave my cock a big wet kiss, making lewd smacking sounds as she puckered her plump lips. "Delicious."
The girl rose and laughed at me. "Your cock is still hard as a rock. Corinna expects it to be locked up in its cage. You better pray this thing shrinks so I can get it back in there before she gets here. Miss Corinna gets real mean if she doesn't get her way.
"Corinna says you ain't supposed to come. But when I saw that bottle of man goo you brought for her, I just knew I had to get me some. Mistress Corinna shouldn't hog it all for herself. It just ain't right. I so, so love swallowing a man's jissem. It's been way too long without a hit of man stuff.
"Corinna and her lesbian friends pretend they hate cock, hate everything about men, but not me. Pussy is great, but every girl needs a little, well better a big dick every once and awhile. Very tasty. Remember this is our secret, a secret between us slaves. Don't you dare tell Corinna. I swear she would use any excuse to chop off that thing. She's done it before to more obedient men than you, so keep your mouth shut. Besides, you are not just at Corinna's mercy. I'm the one who's going to do most of the beating, so don't piss me off."
With that, the girl lowered my chains until my feet were on the floor and the pressure was off my shoulders. "You be a good boy and wait here. But then, you don't really have much choice, do you? You ain't a going nowhere." Corinna's slave girl lightly slapped my face, laughed, and left me standing in the dark. I did not hear her leave. For the longest time I thought she was quietly watching me in the darkness. I imagined I heard her breathing, but slowly I realized I must be alone.
Was it hours? Was it sleep? No, I couldn't sleep standing with my arms chained above my head so maybe it was more like a trance. After the longest time soft foot steps unsettled the silence. Gentle fingers stuffed my now shrunken cock back into its steel cage, and then roughly tightened the straps securing my cock prison close to my body. The lock snapped shut. I tried to speak despite the ball gag. There was no response. There was nothing. I didn't hear her leave. Again I deluded myself that I was not alone, that the girl was watching me strung up in the dark.
I thought it was dark. But I was blindfolded so perhaps the even darkness was imagined. Except for my breathing, or when I rattled my chains, it was completely silent. The world fed my mind only the ache of my arms held in chains over my head, the ache of my feet standing on a hard stone floor, and the ache of my bruised and abused cock packed into its cage.
I tried to amuse myself by rattling my chains, stretching against the restraints, or moaning into my gag, anything to create a sensation to stave off the numbing nothingness into which I was sinking. In that lonely darkness, only the throbbing sensation of the steel cage pressing against my cock purchased relief. I tried to get hard by imagining eating Gina's pussy. I rocked my hips as if to fuck. The steel pressed against my swelling cock. This sensation was pleasant, but I was spent. I could not sustain the engorgement or the fantasy, and slowly I slipped into the murk. My world had shrunk to no more than dark silence, aches, solitary musing on loneness...and time. Somehow in my gloom, even time finally dissolved.
Time awoke with a piercing crack, then searing pain. I jumped to the alarm, stumbled and fell, only to be caught by the chains grasping my wrists. The sudden defeat of my instinctual flight response reproached me for forgetting my place. The winch whirred and my chains yanked me into the air. The jangling laugh of chains mocked my panic, my fear, and my repeated failure to acknowledge and accept the thing these women had made of me—a dirty joke amongst the girls just dangling in the dark.
After the crack of lightening, a storm of blows rained upon me. She swung a heavy leather strap. The deluge moved up, down and across my skin, back to front. I screamed helplessly into the ball gag. I cried like a baby and fruitlessly begged for mercy with inarticulate moans and squeals. These pathetic animal noises simple amused and encouraged the merciless wielder of the weapon.
She was vicious and silent, quick and angry. This was not the indolent slave girl. Only by her impassioned breathing could I locate her as she circled. The panting quickened as her exertions with the strap increased. It was also simple to locate her gender. My torturer was a woman. Each brutal blow instructed me that I existed only to serve the darkest malice hidden in the female heart. It was my duty and privilege to serve as proxy penitent for all the indignities inflicted by men upon women. It was my honor to receive the justice too long withheld.
