I knew that today was going to be a very strange day. My Mistress had ordered me to spend some time "punishing" my Test Coordinators (or face dire, but unspecified, consequences). I wasn't too sure why I'd be punishing them. Yes, they had given me some somewhat onerous tasks to perform and document, but that was, I thought, their job. Oh well, ours is not to reason why, ours is to obey or be made to suffer (or both).
There are 3 men and a single woman Test Coordinators. I shall call them TC1 to TC4. TC4 being the female. I had been told that they would all be waiting for me at a dungeon nearby and that they had consented to this meeting. Their limits would be provided on arrival. I was not to discuss anything with them, and my Mistress would have selected suitable implements for me to use on them.
It felt very weird. I'm not naturally dominant, nor sadistic. I was very nervous both of letting my Mistress down in some way, and also of any retribution at a later date.
On arrival at the rather unprepossessing building which had the address of the "dungeon" I was admitted by a rather creepy young man who gave me the keys and told me that everything had been prepared for me before leaving rather swiftly.
The dungeon itself was a large room with heavily curtained windows and subdued lighting. In the room I could see there were some items of "standard" bdsm furniture (crosses, chairs, hanging chains, cages, etc.) and in the centre of the room there were 4 large, padlocked, trunks. On top of each trunk was a sheet of paper with some printing on it and a key.
TC1
I walked over to the first trunk and picked up the sheet:
TC1 -- Male
This subject has indicated that he does not wish to be used for anal sex, or to have any long-lasting marks. He is not willing to have any interaction with the other subjects. Usual sensible limits apply (eg: no drugs, children, animals, illegal acts, or public exposure).
You have 20 minutes once you have opened the trunk. At the end of that time the subject is to be left inside as found.
I re-read the instructions a couple of times to make sure I fully understood. Then unlocked the padlock and opened the trunk. Inside I found a man dressed from head to toe in a black latex body suit and a full head mask which had no eye-holes. In his mouth there was a red ball gag, and on his wrists and ankles leather cuffs which had all been linked together leaving him lying in the trunk on his back in a sort of upside-down hogtie. I could see that his cock was quite hard. He had obviously felt the vibration of my opening the trunk and was fidgeting a little.
I reached down and rubbed his cock and balls through the rubber. I could feel then that he also had a butt-plug protruding from his arse. His cock got a lot harder and he moaned through the gag. Conscious of the time allowed I unlinked his wrists from his ankles and pulled him upwards to stand. I noticed then that he had a thick collar around his neck which had some D-rings embedded in it. I decoupled his wrists and attached them to the D-rings before releasing his ankles and moving his legs for him to get him to step out of the trunk. He stumbled a little but managed not to fall down.
Grabbing him by a third D-ring on his collar I led him to one of the St Andrews crosses and attached his ankle cuffs to the bottom while he was facing the cross, stretching his legs apart. I then cinched a waist belt as tightly as possible to keep his pelvis pressed against the cross before moving his wrists to the top of the cross.
I stood back to admire my handiwork so far. I was feeling quite aroused by having this anonymous slave at my mercy, but still trying to decide what I should do with him. I could see his hips moving a little as he rubbed his cock against the cross. For some reason this made me quite cross with him.
I noticed that, on a table nearby, there were a number of floggers and paddles, plus a cane. Without really thinking it through I picked up the cane and began hitting his bottom with it. Not hard, but enough so it would sting. His reaction was quite pronounced. On the first stroke he stiffened and then on subsequent ones he struggled to free his wrists. After 4 or so he was wriggling from side to side to try to evade the strokes.
I could see his cock was now stretching the latex. I stopped hitting his buttocks and started a fast tapping of the butt-plug. His moaning became quite frantic and his hips started to judder. I could tell he was about to have a mindblowing orgasm.
So I stopped.
His reaction was fascinating. At first he couldn't quite grasp that the stimulus had ceased. Then he made an incredulous but muffled sounding plea for it to continue. A begging moaning keening. Followed after a few moments by violent thrashing against the bondage and then a lewd rubbing and pressing of his cock against the cross.
I stopped that by applying two hard strokes of the cane. One to each buttock. While he was recovering from that shock I quickly re-cuffed his wrists behind his back, undid the waist belt and his ankles, then pulled him back to the trunk. He struggled a bit as I made him sit down in it but had no leverage. He tried to reason with me but that wasn't very successful as the gag completely muffled whatever argument he was making. Once back in the trunk I re-attached his ankles and wrists together, and closed then padlocked the lid. Looking at the clock I saw that 17 minutes had passed.
I considered taking care of my own erection that I'd had throughout, but decided to wait and see how I felt after the next subject. I was beginning to enjoy the feeling of power this was giving me. I thought I should pace myself a little and not rush things.
So I had a cup of coffee and considered what to do with the next "victim"....
TC2
I picked up the second trunk's cover-sheet:
TC2 -- Male
This subject is being punished by you but also because it has incurred its Mistress' wrath. As you will discover She has added Her own requirements.
Subject is a heterosexual male, and is not to be subjected to real homosexual acts of any kind. However its Mistress requires that it be humiliated and made to believe that it may be. Hand and toy stimulation of cock and orifices is allowed. Threats of sexual contact are allowed also.
No interaction with the other subjects is required. Usual sensible limits apply (eg: no drugs, children, animals, illegal acts, or public exposure).
You may find other instructions inside the trunk.
You have 20 minutes once you have opened the trunk. At the end of that time the subject is to be left inside.
That was intriguing, and quite exciting. I was relieved that I wasn't being told to perform anything homosexual with him. It's not that I'm homophobic, just that I'd always fantasized that my Mistress would be there to "push" me into that sort of thing; if She wanted.
Shaking my head to clear the sudden fug of self-analysis I picked up the key and unlocked the lid of the trunk and pulled it upwards.
What lay there before me brought a smile to my face. The subject was lying in almost the same position as TC1 had been, but this one was, to its extreme and obvious embarrassment, dressed in very tight black satin lingerie. It was wearing a bra, panties, a suspender belt and stockings. On its feet were stiletto heeled pixie boots with locks at each ankle. A short chain of about 9" joined them together. Another similar chain joined its wrist cuffs together behind its back. Its panties were bulging but only because its cock was locked inside a clear plastic chastity device. Instead of a ball-gag this subject had a rubber ring-gag between its teeth forcing it's bright red lips wide apart. Everywhere there were small combination locks securing everything.
