Restrained in a Chair

I restrained my slave in a chair yesterday afternoon and left him there until midnight, my usual bed time. His ankles and wrists were chained form under the chair using:

 

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His feet went from the front under the chair, his hands were cuffed, palms facing out, behind the chair. He was restrained in the chair with a locking Humane Restraint belt across his chest and waist.

 

I strapped a ball gag head harness on his head and locked it then wrapped his neck with a three to four inch, very stiff leather collar made by Humane Restraints for a toy company in Pennsylvania. I blindfolded him with blacked-out Army goggles.

 

He was bound in the Television area of the great room. I hung a pair of Japanese Clover clamps over the back of the chair and told the guys to use them to torture him throughout the afternoon and evening. His tits were well tortured.

 

I wore a pair of black Diesel briefs that he repeated came in during his session.

 

I released him and we took a shower together where he blew me and I fucked him then we went to bed.

 

This morning, before breakfast, I hauled the slaves sleepy ass out to the dungeon and strapped him down on the Australian Punishment Bench and beat his lovely round ass with a Tawse. His cries turned to screams. 

 

 

 

Being my slave, I can use him anyway I want, when I want, nothing needs to make sense for him and nothing needs explanation. I am going to take him on a wild ride.

 

 

 

Well Deserved Torture

My slave is tightly restrained in metal and chains to a post in the dungeon. He is forced to stand on his toes by the rigid attachment of his neck to the post. I've beaten his thighs, stomach and chest with my belt. I had to gag him to keep him from disturbing anyone with his screams. I've covered his body with more than a hundred rubber tipped clothespins. He is crying and blubbering around his gag. I like it when he tries to scream and can't.

I took his gag out and asked him if he had enough.
"Master, can you please torture my nipples more intensely?"

It's been fifteen minutes and he only started to sob.

I added more pegs to his body.

I began to relent. He reached to remove some of the pressure on the nipple clamps.

He shook his "no!", rather violently. I left him to suffer.

I stroked and sucked his cock until he came then left him to stand, still restrained while I stepped out of the dungeon to stew in his agony.

He was slumped. His chest was covered with his spittle, sweat and tears when I returned.

Now the real torture begins as I slowly remove the pegs.

Torture

Master grabbed my collar and dragged me out to the dungeon. I wondered when he would do it. He strung me up in a vertical spread eagle position with a gag and head harness both silencing me and stretching me in five directions. It felt good to have him do as he wanted without care for me or my feelings.

Of course he cares for my well being but at the time, it made it obvious that he was going to do what ever he wanted and I had not choice.

Master took the plastic box filled with Young Tongue Forceps from the cabinet and began placing them over my entire body, face, tongue and ears. I bought the clamps so I knew there are 50 pairs. He emptied the entire box then stood back with his arms crossed to admire his handy work. I moaned and came close to screaming. The clamps were still on the first click. I knew it was only the beginning. He tightened the clamps on my scrotum and hung lead weight on each of the clamps. He tightened the clamps on my cock the ratcheted the clamps on my tits until they were fully closed and tight then used plastic cable ties to tighten them even more and lock them in place in the process.

I had all I could do to keep from flipping out. I began to breath deeply, 4 breaths per minute, which helped me cope with the pain. He went about my body tightening and loosening clamps, trying his best to get me to break down and beg him to stop. I have learned that I could beg until my throat was raspy and it would do no good.

Tears flowed uncontrollably until I thought I had fainted. I momentarily blacked out and turned inward and fell into a state of resolve. I think I stopped reacting. Master began to slowly twist and remove the clamps. I felt a sting as each clamp released the flow of blood that was denied to my skin.
I dreaded having the clamps removed from my genitals while at the same time silently begging for an end to the pain.

Master teased and tormented my tits before he used the wire cutter to remove the cable ties from the clamps. Just the slight release caused pain that made me scream. He teased and twisted my tit more until he got to the loosest click on the clamp then smiled. He simultaneously yanked both clamps, stretch, abrading and releasing the grasp all at once. I screamed into the gag and felt like I was convulsing. Master played my tit with his fingers while jerking me off. I couldn't cum though my cock was rigid. He went down on me. His warm mouth felt wonderful. He teased my frenum with his tongue until I erupted straight into his mouth. He sucked me dry then cleaned every last drop of cum with his tongue.

He has taken my cum twice now.