Visiting Tasha's
The Setting ==================
It was fifty three years ago that quantum portals were invented. Another twenty years or so to perfect them and it changed the world. Push something in from one side of a portal and it would come out of another quantum entangled portal, no matter how far apart they were. One lesser known use was portal chastity.
The Visit ====================
Knocking on the door I was welcomed in by Mistress Tasha. I knew her well from the BDSM scene, knew she was highly reputable and a genuinely nice and caring person though she didn't suffer the egos that occasionally intruded themselves into the scene. We'd also become very good friends. However, this was the first time I'd engaged her professional services.
"Hi Tom, welcome to my lair."
She gave me a quick hug but there was a mischievous grin on her face.
"Hi Tasha", I responded nervously.
I knew many Mistresses demanded they be addressed as Mistress but Tasha wasn't one of those. Thank God. She much preferred warm and caring rather than arrogant and haughty.
"Please Tom, nothing to be afraid of here. This is all about having fun. All about pleasure and I stick strictly to what you want. Your desires, your limits, times allowed, etc."
I sighed.
"Yes I know, but this is the first time I've actually done this. I mean, I've played with partners before but never used portals."
"I understand completely. Around the scene you're a Dom, and a very good one at that, but I also know you're a switch and I respect that very much. Truth be told, I'm one myself but I don't advertise it much. There's so many clueless stupid opinions about switches in the scene."
"Yeah, that can be a problem in the scene - so many people are full of shit. 'One True Wayers' I call many of them."
I sighed in exasperation.
"My switch side is something I keep fairly private and definitely away from play parties. And I know you're the same as well."
She nodded in agreement. "Yup."
"Anyway," I continued, "this is something I've had an itch to try for a very long time and I trust you to do it right."
"Thank you for that Tom. I really appreciate you trusting me that much."
She then looked at me sternly.
"Before we go any further, did you shave your cock and balls completely, as instructed?"
"Yes I did, nice and smooth."
"Good. Also, have you brought your STD test results from the place I instructed you to get them from?"
I handed it to her and she checked it over carefully.
"Great, all clean because if you weren't then I couldn't accept you as a client."
She nodded in satisfaction.
"Okay, lets go into the portal room and see the set up."
She led me down a corridor before stopping before a very solid looking fire door. Inside the well lit room I could see a set of cubicles, nine across by three high, lined against a wall. Each cubicle was about forty centimetres high, by twenty wide and twenty deep. A clear perspex door fronted each cubicle.
In most of the cubicles I could see a set of cock and balls appearing stuck to the middle of the far wall. There were two women in the room.
One was sitting on a camping chair in front of an open cubicle and was playing with a very hard cock. The thumb and forefinger of her left hand was wrapped about the base of the mans balls pulling them taught. Her right hand was slowly stroking his shaft. In the drink holder of the chair was a bottle of lube and every so often she dribbled more onto the mans cock. The other woman was playing with a different cock.
The other thing I noticed was a mobile phone attached to the adjacent cubicle door by a set of small suction cups. Whatever information was being displayed on the mobiles caused the women to constantly switch their attention back and forth between the man's cock and the screen.
Tasha pointed to the women.
"I usually have three women per shift doing teasing sessions on our clients. Keeps us pretty busy."
She turned to look at me.
"Once everything's agreed I'll place a portal ring over your cock and balls. Nanite technology bonds the ring to your skin. That's why we need you to shave so we get a good connection. And once it's on, you cannot take it off without an electronic key that I keep here."
"Placing the portal ring on means your cock will come out of the matched ring in one of the cubicles."
"This one here," she said while pointing to an empty cubicle.
"And while your cock is here, I own it. It will be completely out of your reach. We will tease it, play with it, and torture it. All within your agreed limits of course."
"There will be no mercy and no escape until the agreed upon termination date. And you will be completely powerless to stop us from toying with your cock and balls."
I gulped at her words but also found myself getting excited at the prospect of it.
She was all business now.
"There's a few other things I want to show you," she added.
"Since you'll be mine for some time you'll need to urinate. Just do it. The cubicles are designed to catch all your pee and feed it to the toilet. Also note the shower heads at the top of the cubicles. They'll wash your cock to keep it clean."
I peered closely into an empty cubicle to see what she meant. There were two shower heads at the top back and front of the cubicle while at the bottom rear I could see the grill of a small drain. I also noted the perspex doors closed on a rubber seal that ran all the way around the edge of the cubicle. Obviously to prevent water and urine leaking out of the cubicle into the room
"Another reason we have you shaved is to reduce the chance of pubic hair blocking the drain. We clean the cubicles every day to make sure nothing like that happens though. Now have a look at this cock."
She pointed to one of the occupied cubicles.
"You can see a number of micro sensors attached to his cock and balls. There are also sensors within the portal rings. They allow us to know just how aroused he is and how close to orgasm he's getting. Of course, within agreed upon limits, I decide if, when and how he cums. I do love ruined orgasms and prolonged post orgasm torture. Of course, I love lots edging and denial as well."
She gave me an evil grin.
"I also love ball torture. Binding them, fondling them, squeezing them, slapping them, spanking them. All within agreed limits of course. But once those limits are set there is no mercy."
She moved to another cubicle.
"Take this guy here."
She turned a latch and opened the door. Inside I saw that the man's cock was attached to the top of the cubicle instead of the rear wall. I could also see a heavy metal ring clamped around the man's balls, constraining them into a tight bundle, while tugging them down to swing in empty space. His cock was facing the rear of the cubicle, leaving his balls completely exposed.
Tasha reached in and gave his balls a number of hard slaps with her hand.
"He'd have no warning that was coming. All he knows is that during the day this may happen a number of times and he has no idea when or where he'll be slapped and he has no power to stop it. There is just the constant apprehension knowing it will happen. He also knows it will happen during the evening and any time during the night as well."
In the meantime, Tasha poured some lube on his cock and started slowly stroking it. It rapidly grew rock hard.
She pulled her phone out, pulled up an app, and thumbed in a few buttons before sticking the phone to the next cubicle door with a suction cup mat.
"Here we go, the sensors are saying he's getting close to cumming. Let's give him a ruined orgasm."
She continued to expertly stroke him, all the while paying close attention to her phone. She suddenly stopped and, as she did so, sperm came welling out of his cock in little spurts.
She gave a satisfied laugh.
"He's into his third week and all he gets is a few ruined orgasms every day. He's in for a month and I'll finish him off with a full orgasm combined with several minutes of relentless post orgasm torture. I'll wait to the evening for that. Or I might wake him at three in the morning for it."
"In the meantime, I do love playing with his balls. He's got severe blue balls by now. They must ache and throb something rotten."
She reached in and firmly grabbed them, squeezing and twisting them about. A few more sharp slaps with her hand and then she let him go. She shut the door.
"We don't leave the ball ring on all the time, as that wouldn't be safe. We recycle it on and off every four hours," she said by way of explanation.
I looked at the guy's cock and I had to ask.
"What happens if the portal fails? Will it chop my cock off?"
"I had the same questions when I started this business Tom. I had to research quantum portals so I could be satisfied on that very point. When portals were first invented they were incredibly unstable. They'd last for a millionth of a second before collapsing. They got it up to a thousandth of a second but were completely stuck. Then some genius discovered a way to make the portal self sustaining. They have a saying - 'an open portal keeps a portal open'. I have no idea how this works. The physics is way beyond me and most people but they are now incredibly stable. The rings are made out of a very tough stainless steel alloy, the molecular quantum computing circuits within have triple redundancy to maintain the 'Eigen-Heisenberg-Wong' states - whatever that means. That's why they're so expensive."
"And all my portals are regularly checked by certified technicians to make sure they're fully functional. So long as you don't try and deliberately cut the ring you're in more danger crashing in a plane. Plus there's a diagnostic app that we have on our phones. We run that before we put the portal ring on and we check it every day. If any issue crops up we bring the client in immediately and swap the ring out. It's never happened but your safety is very important to us."
"Also, they use surprisingly little power once the portal is established and we can power them from here. The cubicles are designed to supply power and we have battery back up to keep them going for almost a month. Plenty of time to fix a problem or contact clients to get them back in if there's a need."
I was impressed by everything she said.
"You really have thought this through."
She nodded.
"Anyway Tom, lets talk about what you want."
Tasha led me out of the portal room and down a corridor into what appeared to be an office/parlour. We sat down on a lounge.
"First things Tom. That scene you saw just then is with a regular client. I've seen him a number of times and we've built up to that. I won't accept doing anything that intense or prolonged until you've seen me a few times and we've worked out what you really want and what your actual limits are."
