Most people don't believe in magic, spells or curses but they're real, it's just that most don't have the gift. It turns out that I do, I never thought I'd go to university but here I am, I've never been good at school but this is different, here I'm actually at the top of my class. But finally the holidays have arrived and I'm free to rest and relax, in the way I enjoy the most, selfbondage.
Over the last few months I've been planning something fun, it's taken a lot of research and collecting of various items but it's finally ready. It all started when I found an odd book in the university library, it was marked with a stamp saying that it was from the restricted collection, books and items that could only be used under supervision, due to being linked to the dark arts or just being dangerous. Looking through it though I've yet to find anything dangerous or to challenging, if anything it gave me ideas, ones that wouldn't leave my head and I just have to do.
The first item was the hardest to obtain, a special amulet locked away within the restricted collection, this took over a month to obtain, having to bypass all the security and learn the various spells and curses put in place to prevent students and thieves from getting in and stealing things. Thankfully due to the nature of the collection no one has even visited it since, so my little borrowing of an item has gone completely unnoticed, hopefully it will stay that way until I return it at the beginning of term.
The other items were mostly basic enchantments, the biggest challenge was learning how to do spells what speaking, a different skill to master, with most sorcerers unable to do it or only with very basic spells but being naturally gifted I have mastered it and although it takes concentration I should ve able to preform the counter spell when needed.
The last item I have just obtained, it cost a lot of money but it worth it, a door of needing. After placing it against a bare wall a person can open this door and it leads to a small pocket dimension that shapes itself to your needs. So if you were desperate for a pee, it's a bathroom or if you had loads of guests over it's a huge dining hall in your small home. For me it has created a small dungeon cell, complete with flaming torches and a small barred window which let's in the moonlight at night and a small beam of sunlight in the day. The walls and floor are cold hard stone and once closed where the door is will be a heavy metal cell door, every know and then the sound of footsteps from guards and the cries of inmates will sound to make the setting more realistic.
After one last meal it is time to get ready, I strip out of my clothes, exposing my clean shaven body, I’d done a spell to keep it that way, and walk over to a chest, inside are all the items I need. First I grab a small steel chastity device, unlike non magic ones they require a spell to lock and unlock, once locked the item is cursed and can only be unlocked when the time is up, a specific condition is reached or the counter spell is spoken. I have made it so that it won't unlock for two weeks and only after I have left the dungeon, even if I leave early I’ll still have to wear it for two weeks. Sliding it on I feel a small amount of my magic leave me and activate the device, locking it and also causing it to shrink in size until it lightly hugs my cock and the end pushes lightly against its head and the ring tightens behind my balls making it impossible to take off. Next I take out a metal butt plug with a red magical gem on the base, this plug had several additional features, the first activating as I slide it inside myself with a moan, the cold intruder slowly expands several times bigger filling and stretching my ass, until the counter spell is said it will be impossible to remove.
Next I pull out a heavy steal collar with a large ring at the front, on it I have attached the amulet, which will keep me alive while I'm locked in the dungeon, removing the need for food and water, even making it so that don't need the toilet or sleep. To work I've been slowly giving it some of my magic every day, which has made me a bit tired but it will definitely be worth it, allowing me t be restrained and gagged 24/7. I lock the heavy collar on and the two ends fuse together and the hinge melts away, leaving only a solid band of metal, with the shiny amulet dangling at the front, like a tag on a dogs collar.
With all the steps before entering taken I pick up the rest of the items and move to the door. Putting my hand on the handle I think of the dungeon and everything I require, feeling more magic leave me, flowing into the door, I know that it is ready and open the door. Inside I see the small empty dungeon, with its bare stone walls and dirty stone floor covered in muk, dirt, dust and mud, my home for the next two weeks. Before entering I place a cloak over the door frame, which will keep it invisible to prevent interruption, not to mention the locking spell I place on it after closing, now even if found no one can enter without my verbal permission.
Walking over the cold stone floor, dirt immediately covering my soles, to the wall opposite, I see a large ring on the wall and another on the floor and feed a pair of manacles through each, like with the collar when closed they fuse into a solid band until I give the realise spell. Sitting down on the hard floor I place my ankles in the shackles and watch as they seal trapping my legs. I playfully pull on them, testing their strength, the rattling of the chains against the stone floor fills the room and my cock pushes against its cage in response.
Before I place my hand in the shackles above I place a ballgag into my mouth, once tightened the end of the strap fuses with the rest and the ball expands filling mouth and forcing my jaw open. I moan and scream into the gag, only a quiet muffled noise escapes and a stream of drool begins to drip onto my body.
With nothing left to do I slide my wrists into the shackles and using voiceless magic I lock them, the effort making me slightly weak when combined with all the other spells I'd cast. I pull on the chains and moan into my gag, my cock straining to be free as the plug moves in my ass. Remembering one last spell, I use my magic to activate the other features of the buttplug, suddenly it roars to life and beings vibrating. Exhausted by having drained most of my magical energy I sit there and moan in pleasure, creating more drool to flow from my stuffed mouth over my body and my cock to crush itself against the chastity cage, my breathing increasing as I get nearer and nearer to climaxing, only as I reach the edge the plug stops and I weakly pull on my restraints with frustration, only for it to come back to life again several minutes later, bringing me to the edge once more before switching itself off again.
I breath hard around my gag, drool and sweat cover my body, my balls ache for release as yet again the buttplug cuts off just before I can cum, the length of time shortening slightly each time. It's been two days now and the sun is up, a spot of sunlight sits on the floor just out of reach, never touching my skin, and sound of birds and villagers can be heard in the distance, and the air smells like a fine summers day, carried on a slight breeze. I pull on my chains restlessly, the bondage is fun but I need to move.
Suddenly there's a sound, that of my cell door opening and a guard steps through holding a long whip. I pull on my chains, my heart racing, I know what is happening, I programmed a few features into the doorway encase I got bored. I feel my arms be pulled up as the ring on the wall moves up, the one on the floor following moving closer towards the wall, only stopping when my feet are off the ground. My chains twist forcing me to face the wall and show my back to the guard. I breathe deep and fast into my gag waiting what I coming.
I cry out a muffled scream as a sharp sting from the whip cuts into my back, followed by another and another as I pull on my chains and try to twist myself away. The guard is just a manifestation of the room, he's not real, he just keeps on whipping me as I scream and flail and cry, my muffled pleading fall on deaf ears as my back and ass are covered in welts and cuts, blood trickles down my back as I'm left to sob, still hanging bu my wrists. There I hang throughout the night, the only positive is the break from the buttplug, although that would be a nice distraction from the pain.
In the morning the chains return me to my normal position and I tiredly fall into my sitting position, my legs unable to hold me up as they are dragged by their shackles across the floor. The plug deep in my ass begins its relentless torment again and I moan exhaustedly into my gag.
After another day of endless edging I feel my mind growing hazy, maybe it is time to leave this bondage session early. I try to focus as another wave of vibrations begin, my ability to focus quickly fading as I begin moaning and rocking my hips in desperation. Until I'm given another break it looks like I stuck here. Frustrated I pull on my chains as I'm edged over and over again, small drops of pre cum leaking out of me as my mind starts to lose itself in a mist of horniness.
After several days, I've started to lose track of exactly how many, and another round of brutal merciless whipping I finally have a break. As I hang from the wall, no longer under constant stimulation my mind starts to clear for the first time, I try to focus, I try to unlock my shackles, saying the spell over and over in my mind, but nothing happens, I pull on my chains in a panic and even try speaking the counter spell verbally but all that comes out are muffled meaningless noises. Then I release, I'm still drained of magic. I close my eyes and sense only one source of magic, the amulet, it was draining my power, it has been since I put it on, it must need it to keep me alive without food or water and with my wrists held above me at all times I can't even reach it to remove it. I'm stuck like this, trapped in a dungeon, one of my own making, tortured forever by being endlessly edged and cruelly whipped. Even when people start to look for me in a week or more the door is hidden behind an invisible cloak and even then it can't be opened without my permission or very powerful magic. As I'm lowered back to the floor I pull hard on my chains and scream into my gag, as tears fall from my eyes, before the plug roars to life once more and I'm lost in a fog of frustration, desire and eternal horniness.
Epilogue:
I have no idea how long it's been, definitely months, maybe longer, I'm still alive, the amulet has seen to that, although I don't need to eat the lack of food has made me very skinny, my ribs are visible under layers of dirt, sweat and drool and my arms and legs are thin and bony, unfortunately the shackles have shrunk as I lost weight, so I couldn't slip out of them. My mind struggles to hold a single thought as I'm endlessly teased and tormented or mercilessly whipped, the only time of any clarity is the brief window between the two, which is the worst, as I hang there completely unable to do anything, my magic constantly being drained, never able to undo my own spells, and what is worse the very thing draining my power will keep me alive here forever.
The head of the University smiles to himself and plays with his cock as he watches the helpless former student from a crystal ball. For the last few months it has been very entertaining to watch them struggle, panic, cry, writhe in frustration, scream in pain and moan in pleasure. The best thing though was watching them realise how they had trapped themselves, I fed off their fear, panic, despair and arousal for days.
There had been a search for him after they failed to return to class, fortunately, or unfortunately for him, I was the one who found him. I'd figured out that someone had stolen the amulet from the forbidden collection. I had placed to book in the library in hopes that a kinky yet ambitious and arrogant student would find it and do exactly that. He was exactly the right person to fall into my trap, not only overly confident in his abilities but also extremely kinky, I don't even think the enchantment on the book that whispered thoughts in his mind was necessary, even watching now there is a hunger in his eyes, part of him is still enjoying the scenario he's found himself in and craves more.
I found their door of needing, I was even the one who sold it to them, under a different name and in disguise of course. I took it out of their home, along with the book and cloak, before anyone found it, in doing so breaking the portal between our reality and the pocket dimension, even if they somehow got free of their chains and gag they still wouldn't be able to leave, the cell door is now just that. Of course being the person who made the doorway I know of other ways to enter and leave. I might visit them in a year or two, once their mind is completely broken from all that edging, I'm sure the horny, drooling, mindless mess that is left will do anything to get some relief.
Maybe while I wait I'll alter the program of his pocket dimension, maybe add some additional torture, like hot irons burning his flesh or pins under his nails or weights attached to his swollen balls or have his collar tighten and choke him or the rack, I could have his chains stretch him out, or maybe I'll change it so that time moves differently, extend his torment. Or add some more bondage, like a blindfold or nipple clamps, maybe put him in a tight hogtie that forces him to arch his back. Or change the season and the weather, make him shiver as icy winds blow through the small barred window.
As he watches the twitching prisoner being edged yet again, he smiles at the thought, the once highly skilled, intelligent student, turned into a desperate, brainless slut who doesn't even remember his own name, his secret immortal creature to use, torture and play with.