Foreword: This story is a sequel to UNDER HER. UNDER HER is a sequel to CO-ED TANDEM BEER PISSING CONTEST.
This story was inspired by reading some news article about a hospital in Sweden that treats victims of sexual torture by assigning them a sex surrogate to live with them during the duration of their treatment. I'm not sure if that story was true. And even if true, my story obviously doesn't depict how this treatment really works on torture victims, but I thought it would make an excellent premise for an erotic story [g].
WARNING: Do not, under any circumstances, attempt to enact any of the tortures depicted in this story! Doing so will render your slave a quadriplegic at best, and kill him/her at worst!
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Jack had learned a fast lesson in BDSM two weeks ago at
Edge Play.
He had entered a co-ed tandem beer pissing contest as a single bottom not knowing exactly what the contest entailed. He got a fast lesson in BDSM when a black woman from the audience volunteered to be his top in the contest. Together, they had won second place by her sitting on his face and chugging as much beer as she could as fast as she could while peeing in his mouth, and by him drinking her pee and then peeing into a pipe flowing into a small pitcher under his ass. They were the second couple to fill their pitcher.
After the contest, Tameka had invited him home for the rest of the weekend to be her toilet slave. Being a private agreement, they were not bound by the club's slave auction rules. That weekend, she mercilessly continued his indoctrination into BDSM. Tameka was an experienced and demanding Domme who had put him in his place. She used him as her total toilet and made him consume every possible substance, liquid and solid, excreted from every possible orifice on her body.
It had taken Jack two weeks, now, to work up the guts to return to the club and offer himself in the weekly slave auction to serve a mistress for a weekend. It works like this:
Every time you enter the club, you are given 10 slave points. This was his third visit, so he now had 30. You can offer yourself for sale, and the high bidder gets you as their slave for 24 hours. You also gain 10% of their bid amount added to your total number of points.
To offer yourself, you sign a release form stating your sexual orientation: straight, gay, or bi. If you're straight, you're only offered to masters of the opposite gender; if you're gay, then only to masters of the same gender; and if you're bi, you are offered to anybody. You give your minimum bid, which works much like the "reserve price" on EBay -- you only get sold if someone bids at or above your minimum bid. You also list your limits and print your safe word -- they recommend "may day," but "red" is the customary safe-word. If a slave refuses to do something that he didn't list as one of his limits, then the slave is banned from the club for life.
On the other hand, if you buy a slave, you can't leave the premises with your slave except under special circumstances. For this reason, there are suites that you can rent for the night like a hotel room -- with a bedroom, bathroom, kitchenette, and dungeon. Likewise, a master who violates a slave's limits is banned for life from the club and is reported to all the newsgroups.
Jack actually had little interest in being a slave, but, as a newbie, it was the only way to get enough "slave points" to buy a slave in said auction. Furthermore, his gender worked against him. Female slaves, even inexperienced ones, went for a premium price -- often thousands of "slave points." However, male slaves were the proverbial dime-a-dozen. Being an inexperienced male meant that he would go for a pittance, indeed, if anyone bid for him at all.
So Jack went to the auction and signed up as a slave. He listed his orientation as straight -- being bi would have given him better odds at going for a higher price, but he just couldn't stomach the idea of being gay. The best he could do was to have no minimum bid and to not list any limits whatsoever. After all, what could be worse than being used as a human toilet -- having a woman sit on your face with her asshole over your mouth and take a shit into your mouth while you swallow it all direct from the source?
So he waited in the changing room of the Violet Dungeon. He was ordered to strip naked, then collared, then waited along with about twenty other slaves, both male and female.
One by one, the auctioneer brought the slaves out to the auction block as he waited his turn. About halfway through the auction, when about half of the slaves had been auctioned off, the auctioneer ushered him out into the assembly room decorated like a medieval torture chamber. His face turned beet-red as he stepped up, buck naked, on a pedestal, and faced the small crowd.
The auctioneer started the bidding, "Here we have a newcomer to the scene. He's straight, so only women may bid. He tells us he has experience as a toilet slave, and he and his top had won second place in the beer pissing contest two weeks ago. Best of all, he has listed no limits -- anything goes! He has no minimum, so do I have an opening bid, ladies?"
The audience murmured. After a few moments, Jack figured that no one was going to bid on him. Then a hot looking blonde dressed in pink spandex pants and a black tank top announced, "I bid fifty points."
Jack quickly calculated that would add all of five "slave points" to his total.
At least she's a babe!
Jack thought to himself.
The auctioneer announced, "We have a bid of fifty for this fine specimen of manhood. Surely a slave with no limits can command a higher price. Can we have a counter bid?"
At that, another bid came from the room, "I bid sixty!" Jack looked across the room at a small Chinese woman with short straight black hair. She grinned back at him. While Jack was pleased that he got a little higher price, he would have preferred going to the hot blonde.
The auctioneer continued his pitch, "We have a bid of sixty! Anyone care to up that? Come on ladies!"
Jack thought to himself,
Come on babe! Outbid her!
The blonde called out "Seventy!"
_Yes! Jack could hardly believe that he had caused a minor bidding war. But before the auctioneer could resume his pitch, the Chinese girl called out, "Eighty!"
_Damn!
"Ninety!" from the blonde.
_Yeah!
"One hundred!" from the Chinese girl.
_Damn again! But at least I'll be getting more than a few points of my own. C'mon babe! One more bid!
After a pause, the auctioneer announced, "We have a bid of one hundred slave points." He pointed to the blonde, "Don't let him get away!"
She shook her head "no."
_Damn!
"Anyone else care to bid on this hunk?" the auctioneer asked the crowd.
The crowd started to murmur a little, then the auctioneer announced, "We have a bid of one hundred! Going once! Going twice! Gone for one hundred slave points to Mistress Jin Li."
_Shit! Well, at least I went for a decent price.
"Come forward, Jin Li," the auctioneer said to her.
The Chinese woman came up to the podium. The auctioneer clicked a leash to Jack's collar and handed the leash to her.
That moment felt so humiliating for Jack -- standing there completely naked while a total stranger held a leash attached to a collar on his neck.
Jin Li led Jack by his leash into the back room and into a smaller adjacent room. Purchased slaves were there getting dressed, some in their original clothes, and others in fetish-wear provided by their new masters.
She asked one porter to, "Please bring my slave's clothes in here."
The porter returned a moment later with the plastic tub that he placed his clothes in before the auction.
"Thank you," she told the porter.
Jack's master handed jack his socks and shoes told him to put them on.
After he did so, she picked up one of a handful of small suitcases and opened it.
"Now put these on," she said as she threw assorted articles of clothing to Jack.
Jack put on a leather G-string then held up the snake's nest of leather belts and O-rings that followed.
"What's this?" he asked her.
"Silence slave!" she yelled at him in her Chinese accent. She took it from him, shook it out, and held it up to his body. "Put it on. Now!"
Jack took the harness and draped it over his shoulders. He buckled the buckle under his crotch, around his waist, under his armpits, and around his neck. Jin Li then attached small padlocks to all the buckles that connected the straps together.
She reached into her case and pulled out a lightweight overcoat and tossed it at him, saying, "One last thing."
He put on the overcoat.
Then she dumped his clothing from the tub into her satchel and closed it.
She then took the leash and yanked on it hard as she left the room, with a curt, "Come."
She led Jack through the club, up the elevators, and to the street. She retrieved her Honda from an adjacent parking garage and drove home with jack.
_Apparently, Jack thought,
the garage attendant was used to seeing people lead other people by leashes coming out of Edge Play.
Jin Li got on the West Side Highway and headed north. Along the way, Jin Li often chatted with truckers on her CB radio.
A truck cab lacking a trailer sped past her going well over the speed limit. She picked hp her microphone. "Breaker nineteen. You in the blue bobtail, you got your ears on?"
"That's a ten four, ma'am. What can I do for you?"
"You just blew my doors off, man! You know Smokey likes to take pictures up near 128th street. You better slow down!"
"Thanks ma'am. I just delivered my load from Shakey Town and I'm heading north to see my niece. I don't get this far east very often. Thanks for the bear alert!"
Jin Li continued chattering in this jargon-filled foreign language with different truckers along the way. It was almost 2:00 AM by the time they arrived at her house up in Tarrytown. She led him down to her finished basement, set up like a mock dungeon, and chained his leash to a ring embedded in the concrete wall. "You can sleep on that mat on the floor and your leash is long enough so you can use the lavatory. Sleep well, slave, for you'll need your strength in the morning."
Jack nodded but didn't speak in answer. She turned and went upstairs throwing Jack into darkness. Jack found the mat, curled up, and dozed off to sleep quickly.
Jin Li came back down early the following morning. "Wake up, slave. You've got a busy day ahead."
Jack yawned and stood, answering "Yes, mistress."
She unlocked and removed all the padlocks from his body harness and told him to remove it and to remove his G-string.
"Now go stand in front of the Saint Andrew's Cross," she said, pointing to a large wooden X mounted to the wall.
He stood there naked as she shackled his wrists to the upper posts of the cross. He had to stand on his tip-toes for his wrists to reach the shackles. She then swung one ankle to one of the lower arms of the cross and shackled it in. Then she swung the other ankle to the other lower arm, causing him to be suspended off the floor by his wrists, and shackled it.
Lastly she set a stool in front of him and stood on it to place a fencing mask over his head.
Stepping down, she said, "We're now going to play 'Human Darts'."
"Yes, Mistress," he answered again struggling to breathe while suspended by his wrists, spread eagle on the cross, with his feet inches off the floor.
Jin Li walked over to the other end of the room and opened what appeared to be a large electric stainless steel pressure cooker.
_Holy Shit! Jack thought silently when he saw her remove a fistful of darts from it.
"Do you know how to score?" she asked.
