Hi, I'm Peter, and this is my story. I am writing it as a warning to others, mainly about not breaking the eleventh commandment – i.e. "Don't get caught." I did and the results were incredibly painful for others and myself.
Anyway, to go back a few years, when mobile phones and text messaging were new, and rather trendy, I was working for a guy called Nick. Nick owned a small and successful company dealing in green energy products. He'd started it himself, and built it up till he needed help to run it. That is where I came in!
As he had developed an international trade, and his speciality was installing and commissioning the gear as well as supplying it, he was often abroad for weeks at a time. This meant that his lovely wife Kim was left alone, and bored. To cut a long story short, I ended up having an affair with Kim. Although (for reasons to be revealed later) it is rather painful to think about now, she was the best woman I've ever had sex with, witty and intelligent too. Several times I suggested she should leave Nick and move in with me, but she always declined, reasoning that he owned a stunning house in the country, and a million pound company, while I owned nothing, and even rented my flat.
Anyway, all went well for about 12 months. We were very discreet, organising our rendezvous by text messages. Then suddenly she was busy all the time, and I did not see her for about a month. She kept answering the messages, but was never able to meet me.
One Friday night I got a call from Nick, asking if I was available to go away on business that Sunday, for about a fortnight. He apologised for the short notice, but the job had developed into something bigger, and he needed another pair of hands. Needless to say I had nothing else on, so agreed. His suggestion was that I should stay over at his place Saturday night to get an early flight on Sunday, again I accepted, hoping that I might see Kim.
I arrived on his doorstep at about 4.30 on the Saturday afternoon. He invited me in, apologised for Kim's absence, saying that she'd gone into town for food for the evening. I found that a little strange, as both their cars were in the drive, but ignored this fact. Nick then took me into the lounge and offered me a beer, which, needless to say, I accepted. After a couple of minutes he returned with two beers in glasses. We drank the beers and chatted about this and that. When I was about half way down my drink, I saw Nick looking at me strangely. I then passed out.
I came round after I don't know how long, and found myself naked, on a table in a stark white room. My head hurt dreadfully, and more worryingly I found I was strapped to the table, face up, arms above my head. Pulling experimentally I found that the straps were around my wrists and ankles, and over my stomach. A door, outside my limited field of vision, opened, and a person came in. When they spoke I realised that it was Nick.
"Hi Peter" he said. "I've found that you've been sleeping with Kim. It's not really on to sleep with the boss's wife you know! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed your orgasms with her because I'm going to stop you having them with anyone, ever again"
"How do you intend doing that?" I asked. "If you damage me I'll go straight to the police."
"You'll find out over the next few days, but first of all I must show you Kim's punishment. I was going to divorce her, but she pleaded for me not too, so I arranged this punishment for her. I hope your stomach is not weak!"
He started a video projector, pointing at the ceiling.
"Sorry about the soundtrack, the screams get rather repetitive." he said, " but I'll do a commentary to help you to understand."
A picture formed on the ceiling. It was Kim, strapped face down on what looked like the very table that I was strapped to now. Her gorgeous tits protruded through holes in the table, her legs were slightly bent, and her feet were strapped to a vertical board at the bottom of the table. Her arms were above her head, and strapped at the wrists in a similar fashion to mine. The camera zoomed to her nipples. I saw that they had been pierced, and fitted with chunky stainless rings, which seemed to clamp to the sides of the nipples, squeezing them almost flat, as well as penetrating them.
"The clamps are to prevent the pins tearing out of the nipples," said Nick. "Al the best surgical stainless steel for Kim! My suppliers did wonder what I wanted them for!"
The camera now panned to between her legs. Her cunt flaps had been pierced also, and similar rings fitted. There was some shaking of the image, as the camera operator must have put the camera on a tripod. Nick then came into view, with four cords with hooks on the end. The first cord he hooked onto one nipple ring, pulled it down to the floor, till the nipple was stretched to about 3 times its normal length, and Kim's breast was also very distended. He hooked the other end to an eye on the floor. Throughout this procedure Kim was quietly moaning. The same trick was repeated on the other nipple. Nick then took a third cord, and hooked the end into on of the cunt rings. He pulled on this till Kim's cunt flap was under incredible tension, and she gave a muffled scream. Satisfied he hooked it onto an eye fitted on the vertical board at the bottom of the table. The process was repeated with the fourth cord, and other cunt ring.
The camera now moved to look between Kim's legs. Nick placed 3 shaped cylindrical objects with cables attached on the table. He smeared some lube on the smallest, and pushed it up her piss hole, the same operation was carried out with the medium size one and it was shoved brutally up her arse. The largest one was forced into her cunt, dry. Her screams and howls punctuated the procedure.
"Note the special shapes of the electrodes which prevent them being pushed out of the orifices'," said Nick.
He attached the wires to a small box.
"Took me ages to design that," he said proudly. "It administers completely random intensity shock, from a slight tickle, to well above the pain threshold, at random intervals between one minute and two hours, randomly disposed between the three electrodes. We will now witness a maximum intensity shock to all three electrodes."
The camera moved to a distance that showed the whole of Kim's body. Suddenly she convulsed, writhing between the straps and the cords attached to the rings, screaming the whole time. It was obvious that a deal of thought had gone into the arrangement of the straps, as they allowed her body to tension the cords to the maximum effect, her leg muscles pushing against the cords fastened to her cunt, and her back muscles pulling on her nipples. Drops of blood could be seen around the clamps.
"She spent 12 nights like that, with random shocks to her genitals, one for every month that she was unfaithful. Not all in one session, as I wanted to use her cunt every third night. Don't think she enjoyed the sex too much as she was a bit sore, especially as I made her wear knickers with pot scourers sewn in the gusset, and similarly treated bra cups every day."
