As he descended totally naked into the basement behind his beautiful new Mistress, John's eyes became accustomed to the dim lighting. His bulgingly erect cock swung heavily from side to side as he stepped lower. If his hands hadn't been secured behind him he would have grasped hold of his shaft, at least to stop it slapping his stomach. There, in the middle of the room was a man, at least, it had to be a man. It appeared to have a cock, but there were all sorts of apparatus attached. The human was stood, legs spread shoulder-width apart due to a pole and shackles attached to its ankles. Although Pet, formerly known as John couldn't see it, a pole with a 10" dildo buried in it's ass was anchoring this being to the spot. The head was covered in a gimp mask and it had a virtual reality headset attached. A ball gag was secured in its mouth. Earphones were covering the ears, and much like John, its arms were secured behind, elbows also tied tightly. Where it probably had nipples were two clamps, wires sprouting from them. The cock was half encased in a glove like device that seemed to pulsate and quiver. The wretched creature was writhing in what looked like ecstasy, moaning through the ball gag as though begging for something. The sound of mechanical titillation filled the air. It was both horrifying and intoxicating to Pet who felt his cock swell even more, if that was even possible.
"This is my Gimp, Pet. Worthless piece of shit that he is. Only on Saturdays though. Rest of the week this is Patrick, my loving husband. But once a week he comes down here so I can take him to the edge of sanity by edging him until he is a dribbling fool. I always bring him back before he loses his mind. That's why he loves and worships me. Like you will do in 28 days. He's watching porn right now. Filthy porn. Obscene, disgusting acts. He loves it. He can't hear me, and obviously he can't see me, but he can feel me. And the various appliances are taking him to the edge of ejaculation again and again. We've lost count of how many times he begs us to come which is why we gag him. It get's irritating listening to his pleading over and over."
And with that, Jenny pulled the sleeve from Gimp's cock and started stroking it really fast. Immediately he started to thrash about, whining, mewing, pleading through inhuman noises. Pet knew he was begging for relief.
"Come over here Pet. Kneel here." She indicated to a spot directly in front of her gimp husband. He complied, dropping to his knees. Jenny pointed the cock at her trainee.
"Suck this you whore."
John look horrified. He was straight. He wasn't a cock-sucker.
"Listen you worthless piece of shit, if you don't try and suck this cock as far down your throat as you can I will throw you out naked. We'll keep your money and you'll be on your own. Remember the contract. You will comply with all our instructions."
And with that, Jenny grabbed the back of John's neck and impaled his mouth on Gimp's impressive 9" rock solid cock. He felt the penis penetrate his throat and started to gag. She pulled him back, giving him some relief, but carried on wanking the cock. Then she brought it back into his mouth hole and started again. Wank, thrust, gag, withdraw. Again. And again. Tears formed in John's eyes, but Jenny was shouting at him.
"Come on you worthless whore! Swallow his cock. Get ready to eat the cum. You know you've wanted this for so long!"
It seemed like this went on for ever, but the truth was five minutes later Jenny felt Gimp start to ejaculate, so she forced her Pet's head and her husband's cock together. After six hours of edging, the copious amount of semen was impossible for Pet to swallow. It poured from his mouth, dribbling down onto his chest. Gimp grunted and bucked, feeling the ecstasy surge through his body. Rutting wildly, he tried desperately to force his manhood deep into Pet's face hole, like a dog trying to find a bitch's hole. Finally, spent, she let the two separate. John was sobbing.
"Oh for fucks sake, why are you crying Pet?"
"I'm so happy. I don't know what's happened to me." He was shaking with emotions. It was too much. Jenny let go of the scruff of his neck and he crumpled to the ground.
"Millie, help Pet to his lodging. Reset Gimp for edging. He needs another four hours tonight. Don't forget to hydrate him through the IV and drain his bladder."
And with that she retired for the night.
Six Months Earlier.......
John's wife left him because she was fed up with his obsession with sex. He wasn't sad. She never even tried to satisfy him. Even so, it was all he could ever talk about and want. He drove her away, and after 20 years of marriage Sharon left him for the peace and quiet of living alone. And that is where our story would end except...
John was now able to go to the gym as much as he wanted, to watch what he wanted, to do what he wanted. And he wanted sex. All the time. So he did. Albeit on his own. But he no longer feared being discovered by a wife who wanted to catch him masturbating, so she could throw it in his face, call him a pervert, and leave. And so he spent happy evenings experimenting on himself, exploring his real sexuality, and he finally came to realize that he wanted to be someone's sub. To follow explicit instructions, to have his sex drive harnessed and used for another's pleasure. Vanilla dating for the sake of a traditional evening of groping and hoping followed by plain old fucking wasn't what he wanted.
It was during one of his forays into the fringes of the World Wide Web that he stumbled upon a website for the more liberally sexual deviants of society. He joined the forum and enjoyed conversations asking others like him what they enjoyed, how they satisfied themselves and what he could do to become what he yearned for: A plaything, a slave and a follower of rules.
One day, out of the blue, he received notification that a fellow forum member had sent him a pm. Jenny explained that she was a dominatrix who was in the process of training an apprentice and as such she needed a willing participant to help her guide her student in the art of domination. It would require one month of his time, and the training would be conducted in her home. If he would send nude photos of himself, fully erect, and videos of himself ejaculating she would let him know whether he was suitable. If he was accepted she would provide him with a list of instructions with which he must comply.
Grasping both the opportunity and his cock, he made some artistic videos and photos and sent them to Jenny that night. John was so excited he pulled himself off three times that night before finally managing to sleep.
He awoke the next morning and checked his phone for messages. Sure enough, she had responded. He was delighted to find out that his exercise regime and beautiful, uncut 8" cock had passed muster and that he was invited to join her at her place in Phoenix in two weeks. He had time to arrange his vacation from work, and it gave him an opportunity to prepare himself and a bag with all the things he would need. Jenny had also provided one photo. She was naked, sat bolt upright in a large wooden chair that was on a raised plinth in the center of what looked like a quintessential sex dungeon. Her legs were spread, and she held a leather crop over her pussy lips. Her face was stunningly beautiful and yet her hair was short cropped. Reminiscent of Sinead O'Connor. Kneeling at her feet on all fours was a woman, her legs also spread wide. She had an ornamental ball protruding from her ass, and she had both hands on Jenny's large, perky tits. She was staring intently at Jenny's bald cunt. It was the singularly most erotic thing he had ever seen. He was instantly hard. The instructions for his preparations were detailed.
1. Purchase hair removal cream (enough for one month) and remove all body hair.
2. Purchase a 10" butt plug from the vendor of his choice and wear it every day.
3. Weight training twice a day to ensure maximum fitness. In addition run 5k every day.
4. Purchase Viagra from the internet vendors (as supplied). 28 pills.