"Are you any good with ropes?"  Kneeling next her as she sat on the bench, smoking a cigarette she had given me, I held my breath.  I didn't know what the etiquitte was at this, my first play party.

 

Kim grinned down at me, "You mean bondage?"  She continued after I nodded, "I know what I'm doing."

 

As nervous as I've ever been, I mumbled, "Do you want to try some things after we finish our cigarettes?"

 

She took a long, thoughtful puff, "Sure, can I whip you?"

 

"I suppose if you tie me up I can't stop you.  Doubt you'll hurt me more than I've hurt myself."  My mind was whirling with the idea of what was about to happen.

 

"Oh, I can do far worse than you've ever done."  She was watching me now.

 

"Care to make it interesting?"  She raised an eyebrow and I continued, "I'll give you an hour to do whatever you want to me that doesn't involve scat.  If I make it the whole hour without making any sound I get to tie you up and whip you for an hour."

 

"And if you do make a sound?"  The cigarettes were finished and we were heading for the patio door.

 

"Then you decide when you're done with me.  I'll be your slave."  It was a little exciting saying that, even though I knew it wouldn't happen.  There was no way she was going to win this bet.  Even if i did lose, it would probably just make for a more stimulating evening.

 

She turned toward the host's bedroom and looked over her shoulder, "I'll meet you down there."  I okay'd her and walked down the stairs, into the well-equipped dungeon full of guests, and sat on the floor against the wall.  Kim appeared minutes later with a sheet of paper and a pen, "Of course this isn't legally binding..."

 

I finished her sentence, "but if I lose the bet I really won't be able to change my mind."  I signed by the X and shook her hand, "now what?"

 

"According to the contract, the hour begins when we agree it does.  Take off your clothes."  As I complied, she walked over to a wall and selected a set of locking leather wrist cuffs.  I held my hands out and she locked them both on with padlocks from her purse.  She then pulled a large, open padlock and handed it to me, "cuff yourself to that post in the middle of the room.  On your knees."

 

I walked over to the post, turned my back to it, dropped to my knees, and brought my hands around it.  It was one of those posts sunk into the concrete and attached to the rafters.  Invincible to a little guy like me.  I threaded the lock through both D rings and paused.  Kim spoke again.

 

"Once you close that padlock the hour begins.  Once the hour begins the contract you signed goes into effect.  Last chance to ever be free."

 

I looked her in the eyes and squeezed the lock shut.  Paradoxically, I felt more free than I'd ever felt in my life.  This is going to be fun, I thought to myself.  She didn't waste any time.  The first thing she did was fit a really nice fur-lined leather blindfold over my head.  The room went completely dark and I felt her pull the strap and work the buckle.  I was already feeling dizzy.  The blindfold was on tight.  Far too tight to fall or be rubbed off.  She walked off behind me and I lost my sense of her.  I heard a sharp snap right beside my ear and then there was a fiery pain in my earlobe.  I recognized immediately what she was using.  Tiny plastic gator clamps... problem with them is they hurt like hell right away, and they keep on hurting worse and worse.  The pain in my earlobe spead and soon she had clamped every available spot on both ears.

 

I was surprised she was making it this difficult this early.  I grinned with delight and savored my helplessness, subservience, and pain.  Almost simultaneously, both nipples exploded in pain as she snapped a gator clamp on each one.  There was a gentle tug on the left one and I heard the tinkle of a fine chain.  The tug came then on the right side and now it felt like there was a chain connecting the clamps biting my nipples.  I frowned, the pain from all the clamps continued to build, but I was far from distress.

 

"Stand up."  I obeyed and then I felt the clamps on my nipples tilt up and then begin to pull painfully.  Clearly she had attached them to the ceiling.  I was surprised they were holding and then astounded when she pulled the chain tighter.  I was now on my toes to spare my nipples.  I expected her to hang a weight from my testicles next and I wasn't disappointed.  She tied a soft cotton rope around the base of my scrotum, making the twins strain against their home.  It was a wonderful feeling and I hoped she'd use a decent weight.  Nope.  I felt a series of tugs that lead to a sudden yank on the rope around my boys.  It felt like about five pounds.  I would have preferred fifteen.  I remained silent as I stood on my toes, wrists cuffed behind a steel post, blindfolded, ears on fire, nipple clamps both squeezing agonizingly as well as pulling, as what I guessed was a five-pound hand-weight gently bounced around my legs.  I'd never been more pleased with a situation.

 

"Don't go anywhere.  I'm going to get something from my truck."  I hoped it was something good.  I experimentally lowered my heels, was rewarded by renewed agony from my nipples, and raised myself back up.  I wasn't looking forward to the possiblity that I'd be left like that long enough to wear my calves out.  Those clamps would give me pain I'd not known, I was sure.  Kim returned and removed my blindfold, "enjoying yourself?"  I nodded enthusiastically as she unhooked the chain from the ceiling and I lowered myself to my heels.  She then untied the weight from my scrotum and turned to an open overnight bag on the table in front of me.

 

She turned around with a steel ring gag with black leather straps.  That made sense, it would do the job of transferring power from me to Kim, be uncomfortable, yet allow even the smallest sound to be heard.  The ring looked large enough to pass my hand through.  I opened my mouth as wide as I could and she forced the ring between my jaws.  It was large enough that I was unable to close my mouth at all.  She disappeared behind me and pulled the buckle so tight the ring slid even farther back, forcing my mouth yet wider open.

 

I heard the distinctive click of a small padlock and then she removed six locking leather cuffs from her bag along with three more padlocks.  Two of the cuffs locked tightly just on the shoulder side of my elbows.  Two more just above my knees, and the last two were snugged and locked onto my ankles.  She came around in front of me and connected the D rings of my knee cuffs together.  Then, passing it behind the post, she locked a sturdy, foot long chain to the D rings of my ankle cuffs, the lock she used was also holding the ankle cuff D rings together.  I couldn't seperate my legs, nor could I move them more than a few inches from the post before the chain stopped me.  Walking would be a real pain in the ass, I decided.

 

Behind me again, she threaded another chain through the D rings of my elbow cuffs, pulled until my arms stopped moving, and snapped a padlock on the chain.  I began to get the feeling that my options of movement would continue to decline until the hour ended or I gave in and lost this bet.  She then used belts at my ankles, knees, waist, chest (under my armpits and around the post), one at the right height to go around my forearms and belly, and neck.  Not fooling around, she pulled each belt brutally tight.

 

Kim paused and looked into my eyes, "Time to begin a new life."  I frowned at her certainty and then she grabbed the chain connecting my nipple clamps and yanked it off.  I think she was surprised I remained silent.  Perhaps not.

 

"You said I could do whatever I wanted with one exception."  I cocked an eyebrow to display unconcern and she turned away, as she reached into her bag, I heard her mutter to herself, "I love this part."  When she turned around she was holding a tool used for applying steel rivets.  She held one of the rivets up for me to see.  It was copper and large enough to pass a bic pen through.  Suddenly I had a bad feeling about my future.

 

She stuffed the hand sized tool behind my waist strap and fetched a cup of rubbing alcohol.  I shook my head but she ignored me.  She dipped my penis into the cup and then did the same with the business end of the riveter.  With her right hand, she pinched enough of the loose skin by the head to get a rivet in.  Without pausing, she squeezed the handles together.  There wasn't as much pain as I expected, which makes it even more embarrassing that I let go with a quiet, though quite audible eh.  Kim immediately pulled a heavy leather and steel collar from her bag and locked it tightly to my neck.  I hung my head.  "Forever," she whispered.

 

Kim quickly removed the belts.  Then she relocked my wrists between me and the pole.  She did the same with the elbow cuffs.  I was now not attached to the post.  I still couldn't go anywhere.  The foot long chain was locked to each ankle cuff, but the padlock linking the cuff's D rings was still there.  Same with my knees.  I stayed very still, aware of  how ill equipped I was to land gently at the moment.

 

Kim called over the din, "Beth, could I borrow Leah for a moment?"  Beth abliged and Leah ambled over, wearing nothing but wrist cuffs, a ball gag, and white panties.  Her cuffs were locked behind her back, and she dropped to her knees before Kim.

 

"Leah, take off your panties."  Leah obeyed, with difficulty, then kneeled for Kim with her panties balled up in her hands, still locked behind her back like they almost always were.  "Stay there."

 

Kim came over to me and unlocked the padlock between my ankles and blindfolded me.  She then lead me to Leah and made me lie on my back.  My head was lifted for a folded up towel and I was grateful for the cushion.  Very aware that I could do very little to protect myself and unsure to the core of what was happening, I felt movement directly above me. 

 

Kim's voice asked me, "Do you smell something?"  In fact, I did.  I smelled an unwashed girl.  Someone, Kim probably, removed my blindfold and I watched as Leah (I could see her hands cuffed behind her back) straddled my face.  Her scent was powerful and foul and so wonderful that I realized I could very probably be happy if i spent the rest of my life bound immovably with her sitting on my face.  Of couse, once she had settled her full weight on me I could no longer smell her dirty ass or breathe.  I didn't struggle, even as her pussy crushed my head and her ass blinded me and blocked my nose.  I figured I may be Kim's slave but she's going to have to work harder to get me worked up.  Leah suddenly raised herself off of me and sat on my chest.  I saw she had her panties in her hands and quickly worked out why.  She stuffed them into my mouth and then turned around, lowered her crotch just above my mouth, and peed directly into my mouth.

 

I was delirious with gratitude.  I impatiently waited for the urine to completely soak the wad of panties and then her warm 'gina juice began to flow down my throat and I swallowed greedily.  When Leah was finished she stood and turned to Kim, who sent her back to Beth.  Kim sat me up and wrapped an adhesive ACE bandage around my mouth and head to stop me from spitting the panties out.  Between the ring gag, the pee soaked panties, and the bandage, my mouth was completely full and incapable of making loud noises.

 

Kim brought me back to the pole and reattached me as I was before, plus a strap that passed just beneath my nose and made it almost impossible to move my head.  She grasped my penis and fingered the new rivet.  I had forgotten all about it and sharply wondered what else she planned to do.  Stamped into my skin much like it would have been done in a flag, a pencil passing through it would make a 't' with my penis.  Kim stamped another at 180 deg., then another 90, then 180.  My penis now had four rivets, for maybe forever, positioned, if one looked at my penis head on, like north, south, east, and west.  It was simultaneously thrilling and ominous.  She pulled from her pocket a keyring that was well larger than a half dollar.  It was the hinged kind, with intelocking jaws to snap it shut.  She opened it, threaded it through all four rivets, and snapped it shut.  Now my penis had a ring like Uranus.  I wondered what it would feel like to start hanging weights from it...

 

Kim returned to her bag, my upgraded panis apparently forgotten, and showed me the most evil thing I'd seen so far.  It was a steel rod, about half the thickness of a Bic pen and shaped like a U.  It looked about four inches by three.  One end was so sharp I couldn't be sure I was seeing the whole thing.  The other end was hollow.  With difficulty, I managed to tear my eyes from it when Kim spoke.

 

"I am going to give you what will probably be the last decision you ever make.  Would you like to be blindfolded for this?  Blink twice for yes, three times for no."  I blinked three times and she sanitized as needed and roughly grabbed my nipple with a stubby pair of needlenose pliars.  She stretched my nipple and deftly ran it through with the U needle.  The pain was incredible and I tensed.  She pulled a short rod with a sphere on one end and threads on the other from her pocket.  She dropped the needle and let it hang from my new nipple hole.  She then pulled another U shaped thing from her other pocket.  This one had loops at each end and was sized just right to slip one of those loops onto the short rod in her other hand.  Kim loosely threaded the nipple rod into the hollow end of the needle and unscrewed it, freeing the needle for my other nipple.  The end of the rod with no ball was threaded for the ball that would come after the rod was through the piercing and the other end of the loop was fitted over the rod.  Now I had what amounted to a D ring hanging from that nipple.  Two minutes later I had one for each.

 

I savored the pain in my nipples and the weight of my new nipple rings.  Kim snapped heavy padlocks to each one, agonizingly stressing the new holes.  Mistress was wiping my belly button with alcohol.  She worked the jaws of the riveter at an angle and stamped a rivet into the flap of skin on the headward rim of my belly button.  It hurt, it hurt, it hurt and I couldn't help but think that she was doing some unusual things to my body... Of course by then it was her body, I was just the one who could feel it.  Had I been able to move my head to look down, the rivet would have been oriented so I was looking straight through it.  Mistress snapped another padlock to my newest improvement. 

 

One rivet at the ear end of each eyebrow.  A rivet in my septum, from which Mistress hung a large caribineer.  Next she put a rivet right in the middle of each ear.  These she left alone for now.  She then released my ankles and forced me to my knees again.  She removed the strap restraining my head and held up a heavy leather dicipline helmet.  The only opening in the front was a triangle-shaped nose hole.  I also saw a reinforced D ring that would end up on top of my head.  After inserting the earplugs Mistress pulled it over my head.  The world went dark again and I could hear almost nothing thanks to the earplugs and the thick pads built into the helmet.  She laced it with some tool that allowed her to get it much tighter than I would've thought possible.  Once the laces were knotted Mistress closed the heavy flaps over the laces.  One side featured six D rings and closed first.  The other was equipped with six slots through which the D rings fit.  Then Mistress threaded a chain through all six D rings and used padlocks at either end to secure it.

 

Once again Mistress detatched me from the post, clipped a leash to my collar, and led me, shuffling, across the room.  She stopped me and clipped something to the D ring on my hood.  Whatever it was was attached to a rope or chain leading to the ceiling.  It was pulled just tight enough to keep me from walking anywhere.  Next, the padlocks were removed from my nipple rings.  More chains from the ceiling were clipped to my nipple rings and pulled tight enough to make the point.  A very heavy, very thick belt was my next adornment.  It fit just above my hipbones and was tight enough to make breathing difficult.  The belt had D rings every few inches and I found my left wrist padlocked to one as my right was freed from both wrist and elbow cuffs.

 

Mistress held my arm out from my body and positioned my hand with my fingers straight but as close together as possible.  She then pulled a fingerless arm-length glove onto my outstretched arm.  I found that the sleeve tapered more than enough to immobilize my fingers.  Mistress wrapped the straps around my shoulder and chest and cinched the buckles good and hard.  She then clipped the D ring at the end of the sleeve to my new belt, put the other sleeve on my other arm.  After safety restraining my left arm the same way as my right, the three ceiling chains were disconnected and I was led to what turned out to be the stocks.  I was made to bend over until my neck was in position, then my arms were clipped, one at a time, to O rings near the wrist cutouts.  My ankle and knee cuffs were disconnected and Mistress Kim spread my legs until I felt a warm glow of humiliation and vulnurability.  She clipped them to O rings in the floor.

 

I expected to be fucked with a dildo, perhaps more than one, or forced to wear a chastity belt.  I felt the second component of my new chastity belt as it was padlocked to the front of my belt.  There was a hole for my penis but the unit then split and went around my scrotum, leaving it completely exposed.  The butt plug was nicely shaped and inflatable, which Mistress gleefully overdid.  Mistress used two padlocks to secure the back half. 

 

Someone opened the stocks and unclipped my sleeves.  For the first time since I'd cuffed myself to the post, both of my arms were free.  Someone took hold of them, crossed them in front of my belt, and wrapped a heavy strap attached to the belt around them.  This strap came from below to the buckle, then down to another buckle.  Dizzy, and on the verge of fainting, I feel, behind my back, a strap being fed through both D rings in the end of my sleeves.  This strap has also been passed through the anchor ring in the center of the belt.  I feel the strap tighten until I was hugging myself so tightly I could barely lift my shoulders. 

 

Mistress clipped a leash to my collar and led me up the stairs and into her car.  She pushed me into the trunk and padlocked my ankle cuffs together.  She then connected that padlock to a short chain and pulled my legs toward my new belt.  She then padlocked the chain to the belt and slammed the trunk.  I was on my way to a life of slavery, and began to have serious doubts about the wisdom of making a bet of that kind with a stranger. 

 

***

The following passage takes place months after I met Mistress Kim.  The rest will be filled in if there is interest...

 

 

I awoke bound as I was when I had fallen asleep.  Wrist cuffs padlocked to the bench at my sides, knee cuffs locked together as my legs dangled off the end of the bench, ankle cuffs locked to rings bolted to the legs.  There were still chains hooked to the D rings at each side of my collar at one end, the other end of each clipped firmly, but not tightly, to the bench.  I couldn't move much, but I wasn't uncomfortable.  The medium ball gag was comforting, as was the fur-lined leather blindfold.

 

Leah's hand was still in mine and I absently stroked it with my thumb as I enjoyed the feeling of safety and security possible only while helplessly bound.  After a while I felt Leah squeeze my hand and we lay together making love with our hands while we waited for our mistresses.  I heard locks being released and then the heavy door opened, to be quickly closed and locked.

 

Mistress Beth grumbled as she approached, "You two are the laziest, most worthless sluts I've ever heard of.  You slept more than two days.  Time to begin earning your keep."  Both mistresses went to work until Leah and I stood side by side.  The foot long chain once again hobbled my ankles, and a padlock linked my knee cuffs.  Mistress had my belt cinched tight enough that my breathing was restricted.  My wrist cuffs were locked to rings on either side of my belt, making my arms useless while allowing my abused shoulders a rest.  I was neither gagged, nor blindfolded and I patiently waited for my instructions.

 

Leah did the same, her wrist and elbow cuffs locked behind her back in her favorite everyday position.  Her legs were totally free and naked.  Both walked in front of Leah and me, stood and looked us over, and then traded a look.  Mistress Kim began, "Beth and I are going out for the rest of the day.  You two will stay here.  You're wearing what you will be for the day.  You'll be locked in here, of course, but you may do whatever you wish while we're gone."  Leah and I shared a quick look, though we were both hesitant to smile yet.

 

Mistress Beth picked up Kim's speech, "Now, we know how much you two bitches love our evil little ideas so we set up a few things for fun."  Kim picked up a huge glass butt plug with some sort of rubber sleeve at the base and a squeeze bulb hanging from a tube.  Beth held up another smaller unit.  Without being asked, Leah and I obediantly walked to the sleeping bench and bent over.  Mistress quickly lubed the plug and forced it deep inside me.  Mistress then squeezed the bulb, inflating the base.  This forced the giang plug even deeper inside me and made it impossible for me to remove.  Done, she unscrewed the tube and Leah and I were again standing in the middle of the room.  Mistress Kim suppressed a wicked grin and continued.

 

"You both see there are eight bottles hanging at eye level behind me.  Every two hours a buzzer will sound.  That means you have two minutes to empty one of the bottles.  Simply walk over here and place your neck into the steel cuff here."  In response to an impatient wave Leah and I did that and the cuffs automatically snapped closed around our necks.  "The collars will release you once both bottles are empty."  Mistress pressed a button on the wall and the collars released us.  We took a step back as mistress continued, "Now, if you havn't emptied both bottles when the two minutes expire you will be rewarded with this."

 

She then pressed another button on the wall and crushing pain erupted deep inside me.  I spasmed uncontrollably and fell to the floor, jerking and howling in pain.  Leah was right beside me, writhing and screaming.  It lasted about fifteen seconds and left us both shuddering and gasping.  Our recovery was cut short by an 'on your feet!' from Mistress Beth and we obeyed as quickly as we could.  Leah and I stood before our mistresses, both slightly unsteady, and listened as Kim continued.

 

"Leah, you know by now where your pee goes."  Leah nodded.  "When you are ready to go, this is what you'll do."  Mistresses then directed Leah to lead me to an area where there were several eye hooks sunk into the floor, as well as four cuffs attached to the floor, and a fifth one on a post.  As instructed, Leah made me lie on my back.  She then used caribineers to secure my ankles and knees to the floor.  Two more held each side of my collar, completely immobilizing me.  Leah then sat on my chest and awkwardly fitted a jaw spreader between my molars.  She ratcheted it so my jaw was stiff enough to prevent me from working the device loose.

 

Leah then kneeled over my face, knees on either side of my head, facing the wall nearest my feet.  I felt her wiggle and then heard two clicks as her ankles activated the auto-cuffs.  She wiggled some more and the knee cuffs snapped closed, trapping her nearly immovably with her pussy a couple inches above my mouth.  She then leaned forward and the neck cuff snapped closed.  As soon as her neck was trapped, her knees slid apart as the cuffs binding them pulled away from my head.  This caused her crotch to move toward my wide open mouth.  The cuffs didn't stop until Leah's hot pussy was pressed tightly against my mouth.  Leah's strong scent, dizzyingly powerful after almost three days without being washed, filled my head and I welcomed it.  I was unable to do anything at all as she released her pee and it flowed directly into my mouth.  I swallowed as quickly as I could, knowing that spilling any would get me in a lot of trouble.  Leah finished and I realized we had been left like this.  I was distantly grateful my nose wasn't completely blocked by her dirty ass and tried to find some pleasure in our intimate position.  She smelled wonderful, so it wasn't too difficult.

 

Eventually, our Mistresses returned and released Leah, who released me.  Leah wasn't allowed to remove my jaw spreader, though.  Mistress Beth held up Leah's large ballgag and Leah opened her mouth for it to be locked tightly around her head.  Miss Kim continued the lecture.

 

"Now, V, when you have to piddle walk over here and do it in here."  She indicated a bucket with a large dildo sticking out of the bottom.  The bucket was mounted so the dildo's tip was... I looked at Mistress and she removed the jaw spreader and nodded.  Leah again was instructed to attach me to more O rings in the floor.  When I was helplessly immoblilized again the dildo was in my mouth, but only just.  I watched as Beth led Leah to another dildo mounted on a short pole.  Leah was made to squat over it and then forced to slide down till it was all the way in and she was on her knees.  There were autocuffs here, too, and they closed around Leah's legs, just behind her knees.  A two by four was already bolted to the floor in front of her knees, blocking forward movement and completely trapping Leah where she was.  Mistress Beth then clipped alligator clamps to each of Leah's eight clit rings and one to each nipple.  She finished with another one to Leah's lip ring.  Then Miss Beth spoke to both of us.

 

"V, after you piddle in the bucket you will have three minutes to set Leah up and go where you are now.  Your plugs will activate if you are tardy.  Here, let me help you make this more realistic..."  Beth stood on a stool and drained her bladder into the bucket.  Miss Kim did the same.  "Once you begin draining the bucket, V, Leah will start to get shocks."  Leah squirmed and whimpered.  "Begin, V."  I raised my head and sucked as hard as I could and I heard Leah grunting and squealing.  Nothing came out.  I tried again.  Nothing.  Leah continued to squirm and moan.  Kim took pity on her and helped me out.

 

"We're all women here, V.  Act like one, girl!"  I got it immediately and began swallowing the mixture of our Mistresses' pee while if face fucked myself with the dildo.  It seemed to take forever, but finally I drained the bucket and Beth unclipped me from the floor, "That's a good little girl, V.  Go release your lesbian bitch."  I obeyed and Leah and I were soon standing before our Mistresses, aware that they could do really anything they wanted to either or both of us and we'd be powerless to stop it.  Beth removed the padlock from Leah's ballgag while Mistress Kim tightly buckled mine.  "When either of you needs your mouth, the other may remove the gag, but it must be replaced as soon as possible.  V's is at hole five and Leah's is at hole six.  When you have drunk the last of the water you are to go to the first peeing position and lock yourselves down.  No gag for V, since she'll have Leah's crotch for a gag.  Leah, I want you wearing your ballgag when we get back.  Leah, adhesive patches for V's eyes, and your padded blindfold for you.  You're both going to be blind and completely helpless, and you'll be the ones to do it.  You really are a couple of lezzie whores, aren't you?"  We both nodded in reluctant agreement.  Let's see... Beth, anything else?"  Beth grinned.

 

"Yes.  We said you two were wearing what you will be till we get back.  I've changed my mind."  Beth pointed to the spanking bench and I bent over it and spread my legs.  She took hold of my testicles and wrapped a wide leather sleeve around my scrotum, painfully stretching it and forcing the twins tight against the thin skin sack.  She fiddled with it a moment and then snapped a padlock.  It would be there until she decided otherwise.  She then walked me back next to Leah, who had a thin chain that had been shoelaced through all eight of her pussy rings.  The chain was pulled pulled tight and secured at the bottom with a large padlock.  Beth wasn't done.  She locked more large padlocks onto each of our nipple D rings.  The piercings were very deep in both of us and there was no chance of them ripping out, even with the heavy padlocks swinging from them.  I waited, patient and as helpless as my friend, for them to just go already.  "V, this is the key for Leah's pussy chain.  Remove it only when she needs to pee in your bitch mouth or mount the dildo on the pole, and replace it immediately.  If either of you fails to follow any of these instructions... one of my ideas is for you to take turns with your tongue D rings locked in each other's ass so your tongue is in there, too.  I was thinking we'd alternate you two every day and maybe go for six days.

 

"Oh!  V, you'll never guess what Kim and I've done for you, you little pee slut.  Well, I don't want to completely ruin the surprise, but how does being submerged in pee until you drink it all sound?  We figure it'd take you two weeks to do it.  We have a tube for you and we'd drop you in in your usual straightjacket type restraint.  You'd get oxygen through nose tubes, and you'd be fitted with a colostomy plug and catheter.  I think we'd bend your legs back and lock them so you'd get to spend the entire time on your knees.  Ya know what?  Let's get that started tonight, anyway.  Sound good, V?"  I didn't dare look, but I sensed Leah's eyes were as wide as mine.  "I don't want to hear your slut voice, so if you wish to beg me and Kim to submerge you in pee until you drink it all, lick my asshole, V."  Beth removed my gag and I dropped to my knees, shuffled behind her and obediently lapped at her ass.  I knew I was going to take a urine bath no matter what I did, anyway.  It was clean, which wasn't surprising.  I did the same for Kim, who then replaced my gag and stood me next to Leah again.  Kim spoke for the first time in a while.

 

"It's completely up to you if you do the pee tank, V.  You asked very nicely for permission.  If you really want it, go neel by Leah's pole cock."  I sighed and did as she suggested and she clipped the gator clamps to my nipple rings and also my penis ring.  "Nod if you want to demonstrate your desire to drink nothing but pee for at least a week.  It's all woman's pee, I promise, but not all of it is from people you know.  Once you're in there, you're not coming out until we're satisfied you can't drink anymore because of your restraints.  You will demonstrate this desire by taking ten seconds at full power.  Nod, V."  I nodded and Mistress turned the dial and lightning crackled through my nipples and penis for ten endless seconds."  When it was over both Mistresses just turned and left.

 

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Understood?"  We both nodded meekly