Pt. IV: At The Beach
When it was fully inserted she refastened the panel and told me to stand up. The act of standing was quite painful because of the dildo and also because I was beginning to get a hard on and the restraining straps were restricting the erection of my prick.
She told me to sit down, but when I sat it pushed the butt plug deeper into my rectum and my dick between my legs made it very uncomfortable.
She took a pair of leather straps from the box and got Roger to fasten my wrists to the side of the pants next to my hips so that I couldn't move my arms.
A gag was then put in my mouth and fastened in place with a strap behind my head. I was now completely helpless to resist anything that Helen or Roger wanted to do to me.
Although I was helpless my prick continued to try to grow against the strapping that held my balls and prick in place between my legs. I began to feel scared at what they were going to do to me but excited by the thought. I had never been under the total control of another person before I entered this house, but since then I had been forced to do things that I had never dreamed of, and I found it exciting!
'OK, slave,' said Helen, 'come with me.'
I was taken out into the garden and into a large shed. Roger followed. I saw in the corner a large wooden frame and was led over to it. It was about 8 feet by 6 feet and was leaning against the wall of the shed. On the frame were straps that were obviously intended to hold someone's wrist and ankles in pace... my wrists and ankles!!!
My hands were released from the straps at my side and I was pushed with my back against the frame. My hands and legs were secured to the straps so that I was held firmly, and a belt was put around my waist and pulled tight so that I was hard against the framework.
I was totally helpless and under the control of these people!
'Roger is quite handy with these little toys, isn't he,' giggled Helen, 'lets see what sort of things we can do to you.'
She put her hand under my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze, my penis was now almost totally erect but because of the strapping it was held down between my legs and was causing me some pain.
Roger was standing besides Helen in front of me and she commanded him to kneel before her and lick her cunt. The sight of this caused my prick to swell even bigger and the subsequent pain made me cry out, but the gag in my mouth stopped me from making too much noise.
After a few minutes Roger was told to stand up and release my penis from its place between my legs, it sprang up to full erection in a few seconds, the relief was tremendous but my balls were still strapped apart.
Helen then got her small whipping strap and commenced to spank me across the chest and belly until very were bright red. I couldn't cry out because of the gag in my mouth and couldn't get away because of the straps. She then began to hit my dick which was swollen to a massive size, it was extremely painful but before I could help it I ejaculated in a great spurt and collapsed against my restraints.
I must have passed out because the next thing I remember I was bent over a type of table with my arms and legs pinioned and my arse exposed. Helen was standing in front of me, she was dressed in her Mistress' outfit and I could hear Roger moving behind me.
'OK,' said Helen, 'he's awake now, you can commence the next phase Roger.'
I felt something being pushed up the hollow dildo that was still inserted in my arsehole and felt it as it emerged from the end into my anus.
Then I heard some liquid slopping about and felt the warm trickle as it was obviously poured down a tube, through the hollow dildo and into my arse.
It seemed to go on for ages, when suddenly the tube was pulled out and the dildo yanked from my arsehole. I could feel the liquid slopping around inside of me.
'Now hold it in as long as you can, slave,' said Helen, 'it's only warm soapy water to cleaning out your bowels.'
I couldn't hold it and I could feel it trickling down my legs, before long my arsehole was burning and the water came gushing out. My bowels emptied all over the plastic sheeting on the floor.
'Clean up the mess Roger, and bring him into the house quickly,' she said.
The mess and I were cleaned up and I was untied from the table and dragged on unsteady legs back to the house to by pushed down at Helen feet in the lounge room.
My arms were refastened to my side and the gag removed, I began to complain that I want to leave, but was hit on the face by Helen and told not to speak unless told to.
I was red all over and sore my dick was limp from the beating and my arse felt as though it was on fire.
Helen sat on the couch wearing her Mistress' outfit
I was ordered to lie down on my back and immediately Helen stood up and straddled my body. I saw that she had no knickers on. She squatted down onto my face, I couldn't move my arms as they were tied.
Roger then knelt behind my head and prevented me from moving my head by holding his hands on either side of my face.
She forced her cunt down hard onto my mouth and demanded that I lick her. I could hardly breathe but managed to stick my tongue into her hole as she ground herself into my face.
She climaxed into my mouth quite quickly and commanded my to drink her juices. I timidly obeyed her orders. She then stood and said to Roger to release me, which he did.
Get the ball stretcher slave she said to Roger. He left the room and returned a little while later with a device that looked like a small leather parachute.
I was told to stand and spread my legs. Roger then attached the parachute around by balls, it fastened with a velcro strap. It was pulled tight so that my balls were squeezed together. On the sides of the parachute were 4 cords that hung down to a small metal hook which dangled about 6 inches below my scrotum.
I wondered what was going to happen, but I didn't' have to wait long. My arms were released from my side and retied to a hook in the beam of the ceiling. I was hoisted up so that my toes were just off the floor. Then Roger fastened a bar device to my ankles that spread my legs wide.
Helen walked around my and inspected the devices to see that they were secure. She then got a metal weight that must have weighed about a pound and hung it onto the small hook of the testicle parachute.
She lowered the weight slowly and I realised what the parachute was for. My balls were being pulled downwards by the weight as the parachute was forcing my balls together. When she finally released the weight the full pound was suspended from my balls. They were being stretched and squashed at the same time.
The pain was very erotic and my dick began to swell.
'Look,' said Helen ' he likes it!'
She gave the weight a push so that it began to swing. My balls were pulled in all directions and the resulting pressure forced the blood into my ever growing prick. It grew bigger than I ever remember seeing it before.
A small fat penis gag was suddenly forced into my mouth by Roger who was standing behind me and it was fastened tight so that I couldn't cry out.
My knees were lifted and my ankles tied to my thighs with leather straps so that my groin area was totally exposed. My dick was swollen hard and was causing me quite a bit of pain.
Helen then knelt in front of me and took my penis in her mouth. She began to suck and took my engorged dick deep into her throat. I couldn't stop myself from coming and I shot a massive load of cum down her throat. She sucked greedily until every drop was gone.
She and Roger left the room but after a short time Roger returned with a razor and soap removed the parachute and proceeded to shave my pubic hairs from all around my balls and arse. The sensation soon caused my penis to begin to swell again!
Next day I was allowed to go back to me home on my own to collect some clean clothes etc. I contemplated not going back to Helen's again, but was scared that she would go through with her threat and reveal the photographs to someone. I also felt the thrill of sexual anticipation of what she would devise for me to do.
I showered and shaved when I got home. I was sore all over especially my genitals and arse, but the showered eased some of the pain. I dressed as I was instructed by Helen in a pair of shorts (no underwear), a tee shirt and sandals. I then drove slowly back to their house, my dick growing with every mile.
By the time I reached the house my dick stood up like a tent pole. I got out of the car and walked up to the front door just as Helen and Roger were coming out.
'Follow me slave.' Said Helen 'we're going out.'
I got into the back seat of their car next to Helen, Roger drove.
It was almost dark by this time as we drove towards town. Helen noticed my erection and smiled.' I see your really getting into this Mistress/Slave relationship,' she said.
'I wondered if you would come back, I promise I shall go through with my threat of releasing your photographs if you try and leave.'
We drove into the night club part of town which I'm never go to. After a few turns down back streets we pulled up outside a small club.
'Put these on,' said Helen, handing me some clothes.
I looked at the things in my hands. They consisted of a g string and a face mask. The mask would cover my entire face with holes for mouth and eyes.
'I'm not going in there wearing these,' I cried, 'I said I wouldn't be publicly humiliated.'
I was hit across the face by Helen's hand. 'No talking slave! You will do as you are instructed or the photographs will be sent to your employer. Anyway no one will recognise you with this mask on.'
I took off my tee shirt and shorts and put on the items that I had been given. Roger turned around in the front seat and clipped a leather dog collar around my neck and Helen attached a chain to it.
I was pulled out of the car, across the pavement and up to the front door of the club. The street was luckily empty so no one saw us. As we approached to entrance the door was opened by a large woman dressed in a leather suit. Her eyes lit up as she was us.
'Welcome again Helen,' she smiled, ' I see you have some new entertainment for us tonight.'
My chain was jerked and I was suddenly inside the club. It was quite dark inside. I could see a bar with a small stage next to it and a few tables and chairs around the floor.
About 20 people were standing or sitting around and they all turned to us as we entered.
