I never thought that finding someone who could fulfil any masochist fantasies would be this difficult. So far I've met four people who claim to be sadists but only slack me or give me a light whipping, I want more, I want someone who will make me scream, who won't hold back, who will enjoy my pain as much as me, rather than being worried that he slapped me to hard. Frustrated I put up a mini rant on my profile on the kinky dating site that I use, I doubt it will change anything but I just need to vent a bit as I sit on a slightly red butt from the last sadistic dom I'd met, after an evening where I barely got an erection as he supposedly tortured me. I head off to bed disappointed.
Three days later I check my profile and find a message titled: True sadistic bastard, looking for a real masochistic painslut. I open it up and read on, still not convinced after several similarly sadistic people.
"So you want a true sadist, one who will torture you and cause you real pain. One who will get your pathetic pain loving dick hard. Well if it's really what you want I'd be happy to play with you. Like you I find it hard to find those who are actually masochists and enjoy pain more than some tame S&M scene from a Hollywood movie. If you're genuine respond promptly painslut." I look over his profile, he had some pictures of a fully kitted out dungeon in his basement, with soundproofing and a vast collection of whips, canes, nippleclamps, pins, chains, rope, gags, a cattle prod and various other toys, not to mention things like stocks, cages and even eat looked like a rack. My cock hard I quickly respond back, maybe I'd finally found someone who can make my fantasy a reality.
It's been a month now and I've been communicating with him daily, we've mainly talked about past experiences, with me talking about how disappointed I've been and him talking about how with the exception of one person he's also been disappointed, the exception being a 24/7 torture slave he had for a year, who took out a contract to be his painslut and was kept in his basement for the whole year, where he was tied up uncomfortably, whipped, shocked, starved, forced to eat disgusting food, fucked, etc. Hearing this gave me the start of an idea as I played with my hard cock while reading about his past experience over and over again.
We also talked about each others fantasies, which lined up amazingly, I want to find someone who will make me their paintoy and torture me and not feel guilty and chicken out and he wants to find someone like his previous slave who he can eventually keep full time as his living toy and painslut to torture and make suffer. He seemed to miss his previous slave and every now and then mention something g that he'd done with him, which only made my cock hard hearing g about how he tortured his previous slave.
After a while I came up with an idea, sort of a trail run, a bet and send him the idea in a message. They hold me captive in their basement for two weeks as their torture slave, if I make it through and not satisfied then I go free and look for someone else, if however I have found my ideal master then I we decide on a more long term arrangement. If however I want a break or want to shorten a torture session or want some comforts, like nice food, then extra time is added to their stay.
Rules of the bet:
I'm to remain naked and restrained in the basement for the entire duration.
I am not allowed to cum.
I can be restrained however their master wants.
When not tortured I may rest in a cage or be left reatrained in any way that i was during my torture.
I'm to be given at least 7 meals during the two weeks, these are to be leftover food, vegetable peal, stail bread, old fruit, dog food and other horrible foods.
I'm to be given water at least three times a day, other drinks of piss are allowed.
I'll be sexually available for their master at all times and in any way.
Master is to take care as to not badly injure them so much that they require medical attention and should take them to the hospital if they do.
My only limits are no permanent harm such as burns, long term scars, damage to bones, etc, on body modifications, no one else can sexualy use me, and I'm not to be made to eat shit of vomit.
All begs, pleading, crying, screaming, etc should be ignored and torture should only stop either when master decides or the safe word is spoken, which is please sir keep me for longer, at which point the time held captive is doubled.
If the extended time reaches a year or more then I am to be kept permanently and it is assumed that you are my perfect master. Once permanently enslaved all limits are to be ignored and I'm yours to be a no limits painslut forever.
I pause looking at my message for a moment, reading it through to make sure that I hadn't missed anything important, my cock getting hard as I read and in a moment of horny madness I click send.
I wait several days for his response, I start to worry that I've yet again met someone who won't fulfil my fantasy but I eventually get a reply
"You're one messed up freak. Sounds like fun. I'll gladly keep you in my basement and torture you for two weeks. I hope that you're ready for suffering my little painslut, cause I'm going to try and make you say your safe word. Be at my address in 5 days time, 10 AM, don't bring anything, you won't be needing them." After reading this I had to unzip my trousers and release my cock that was straining to break free and quickly bring myself to a huge orgasm at the thought of being his for two weeks.
Day 1/14
The next few days were spent mostly thinking about and mastabaiting to what was going to happen to me, only as I walk up to his front door, with only the clothes I'm wearing do I start to feel nervous and questions that I probably should have asked a long time ago begin to come into my mind. But it's to late now as the door opens and heart racing I step into the house and freeze for a moment as I hear him locking the front door trapping me inside. He leads me into an office where he points to a contract.
"I've written up the terms of the bet, I just need your signature as a sign of arguement." I nod and slowly pick up the pen, a voice in my head tells me that it's not to late to backout, I can still leave, but an even louder voice says that this is finally the man I've been looking for and it's only two weeks, two weeks of living out my ultimate fantasy, if I don't enjoy it then it will be over in no time. Listening to the more horny voice I shakily sign the contract and step away from the table, looking at my signature not really fully grasping what I'd just done.
"Great, now remove your clothes slave." I hesitate for a moment only to be met with a hard slap across my face, that was already harder than anyone else who had hit me.
"I said remove your clothes!" I quickly do as I'm told, revealing my hard cock, and he snatches them from my shaking hands and places them in a bin bag. He then roughly grabs my arm and drags ne down into his basement dungeon.
Raising my arms up he locks my wrists above my head and secures my legs in shackles with a heavy metal ball and chain attached to a small chain linking my ankles together. I feel a jolt as I'm pulled up off my feet, the weight below me forcing my body to stretch out and making breathing a bit difficult. This is already more than I've gotten from others in the past and it's only just beginning, various thoughts begin to form in my head, some good, some terrifying. Those thoughts quickly disappeared, replaced with a sudden shock to my stomach causing me to scream in both surprise and pain, I barely have time to recover my breath, before another shock ripples though my body, followed immediately by another, as the cattle prod stabs me over and over again all I can do is scream and flail in the air like a fish out of water, at one point i even lose control of my bladder and piss myself, my warm piss running down my legs. Light on air and beginning to go faint he finally stops his electric assault, I take deep heavy breaths as my body continues to twitch uncontrolably. Before I can fully get my breathing back to normal the air from my lungs are knocked out by a punch to my stomach, several more hard punches hit me until I throw up the last proper meal that I'd eaten. At this my torturer looks at me with an exhausted yet satisfied smile.
"I need a break, I'll be back later." He turns and leaves me hanging stretched out, my legs covered in piss, my mouth and throat burning from bringing up my meal and my stomach bruised and battered. I hang exhausted, my head looking at the ground, my bruised body visible, my eyelids heavy, my breathing fast but my cock is awake and hard, the last thing I see as the room goes dark is my twitching cock needing more.
I awake to a shock from the cattle prod, barely conscious I groan, my eyes struggling to stay open. I feel a sting on my face as he slaps me hard waking me up.
"You can't rest just yet painslut, you'll miss out on the fun I have planned. Before we start do you need a drink?" I weakly respond
"Yes sir, please may I have a drink?" I feel the lip of a water bottle touch my lips and cool refreshing water fill my mouth, which still tasted horrible from earlier, and greedily gulp it all down, almost drowning in the continous flow of water. I breathe as the now empty bottle is taken away and manage to say
"Thankyou sir." As he moves behind me and I hear him take something off the wall, my mind races wondering which of the many different torture devices he has selected to use in me next. My question is quickly answered by a loud swishing sound followed by a painful sting across my back forcing my body to instinctively try to move away and all the air in my lungs to leave in scream. My screams are quickly joined by tears as I receive more lashes across my back, each blow creating a bloody line. After some time I hang barely conscious, sobbing quietly, no longer able to scream, my back burning, as blood trickles down my back and my legs. My cock is still somehow hard, as it continues to crave pain. My captor sees my rock hard cock
"Wow you really are enjoying this. Well if you want more." At this he steps to my side and rises his whip and brings it down hard on my cock, i manage to scream a horse cry before finally going limp and fainting.
Day 2/14
I awake to hands caressing my battered body from behind and moan sleepily still needing rest. I'm suddenly wide awake as without warning his hard cock slams into my ass and I cry out in pain and pull on my chains as he fucks me roughly slamming his cock balls deep with each thruat, as he continues to rip open my ass my pained screams slowly begin to have a slight sound of pleasure to them and my hips move in time with his thrusts.
"Don't you dare cum!" I try to do as he says but as he fills my insides I can't stop myself from going over the edge and I loudly cum. Exhausted I slump as his cock pulls out of me, my tired and aching wrists taking my full weight again. Any rest I was hoping to get is interrupted by a kick to my balls, as I close my legs to try and cover them they kicked aside and several more hard kicks to my balls follow.
"I said no cumming!" I groan and slump to the floor as the chain holding me up is lowered and the restraints are removed. Weakly I rise to my feet as I'm pulled up and walked over to the rack.
"Climb on and lay down!" I do as I'm told and don't resist as he takes my arms and legs and secures them to the ends of the device. I feel my arms and legs straighten as he slowly cranks a leaver. I groin as my body begins to stretch, thankfully he stops for now, leaving me in an uncomfortable position but not worse than when I was hanging with the weight. I feel pads with wires stuck to my body and a tight ring slide over my cock. I feel a tight grip around my bruised balls
"This will teach you to control yourself." At this he releases my balls and walks away. A few moments later the ring around my cock comes to life and starts to vibrate. I moan as my cock gets hard once again, the pleasure slowly building over several minutes until I am on the edge, only for it to suddenly switch off, leaving my cock straining and twitching and my already aching balls more painful. As the ring comes back to life around my now soft cock I realise what the new method of torture is and pull on my restraints and moan in fear.
Day 3/14
I lay on the rack, I have no idea how long it's been. My captor appeared a couple of times to give me water and check that I was still being tortured but other than that I've been alone, brought to edge over and over again. My body is covered in sweat and tears of desperation as I'm driven insane by my continuous torment.
As I lay stretched out and breathing heavily from yet another edging, my cock twitching and a small dribble of pre cum dripping out onto my very achy and swallow balls, I see my captor come into view, after giving me another drink he asks
"Have you learnt your lesson?"
I weakly nod and manage to respond
"Yes sir."
"Will you be a good boy from now on?"
"Yes sir." At this he smiles.
"Good. I have something which might help you behave." At this I moan painfully as I feel his hands touch my heavy swollen balls and push them through a metal ring, followed by a small metal tube sliding over my cock and the two pieces clicking together. I feel a new pain as my cock tries to grow in its new prison.
"There we go, that should help you." I feel the restraints around my wrists and ankles loosen and my captor pulls me up into a sitting position and hugs me, the moment of kindness confuses me.
"Are you hungry slave?" I feel my stomach rumbles at the thought of food, considering that I brought up my last meal I basically hadn't eaten for several days now.
"Yes sir."
"Would you like some food?"
"Yes please sir." Suddenly I'm thrown into the floor as he gets up, a brown banana is dropped on the floor by my head.
"Eat up." I pick up the old fruit, the peal almost falling off as I remove it, the banana inside turning to mush at the slightest touch, the smell was awful but I'm hungry and I take a bite. The taste is worse than the smell and I have to fight it down, the mushy texture along with it almost makes me want to gag, I swallow it down and slowly take another bite before making myself eat the whole lot. Barely a meal my stomach continues to growl, i look up at my captor with pleading face and debate whether I should ask for more.
"Well, what do you say to me fir being so kund to tou worm?" Realising that was all I'm getting I respond before I'm punished for being ungrateful.
"Thankyou sir." He smiles.
"I have something else for you to have." At this he pulls out his cock, to weak and tired to get up and walk I crawl over and begin to suck on his cock, quietly receiving my additional meal as his cum shots down my throat and fills my mouth,. As I go to pull my mouth off of his cock his hand hold my head in place, a warm liquid flows quick in my mouth and I wish that I could spit it out but with no other option I drink down his piss as it continues to stream in. Finally able to I pull my face away and cough and splutter, the taste of piss now filling my senses.
"Time for me to go out. I'll let you rest for a bit." He grabs me and guides me to a tiny metal box, one far to small for me but to weak to fight back I allow him the guide my legs into it, the box held them close together as my arms I folded in tights in front of them with my body leaning over, with my feet pressed against the back and my head against the front the lid is closed over me, forcing my back to be squashed downwards pushing my stomach into my knees. As I hear the clicking of locks the tightness of the confined space chimed with the difficulty to breathe overwhelms me and I panic in my tiny prison but only quickly tire myself and calming down after noticing the small air holes and accepting that I'll be here a while exhaustion overtakes me and I fall into an uncomfortable sleep.
I awake to a loud banging noise echoing through the box. I feel pleasure release slightly as the lid is removed allowing my back to rise, as the cool air flows in over my sweating body and I'm able to breathe easier. As I try to climb out I feel my captors hand grab me and lift me out. He guides forwards as my compressed body stretches back into shape, stopping at a large chair. Covering the seat, back and arms are rows of large spikes, like tiny pyramids, the idea of sitting in it isn't a pleasant thought at all.
"Sit." I look at him pleadingly.
"I said sit!" He grabs my arm and drags me over to the chair and pushes me down onto it hard, causing my to cry out as my body drops onto the spikes making them dig in. Before I could react I feel straps tighten around my chest, arms, wrists, legs and ankles, each strap making sure that the spikes are pressing against me. My captor sits down on a much more comfortable looking chair on the otherside of the table and slowly lifts up a paper bag pulling out a fast food meal of a burger and fries, the smell makes my stomach rumble with hunger, a hunger that only grows as I'm forced to watch him eat. Finishing he puts another bag on the table and emptys out another meal, and pushes it towards me, leavingbit on full display and feeling the air with the delicious mouth watering smells.
"If you say your safe word and extend your stay by other 14 days then you can have this. Trust me, it's far nicer than the meal I have planned for you." I sit in silence, looking at the food but not wanting to risk speaking and giving into temptation
"I'll leave you to think about it." At this he walks away and leaves me to sit uncomfortably in the chair, as spikes dig into my body, to look at the food as it sits just out of reach of my starving body.
Day 4/14
I sit tiredly in my chair, my heavy eyelids struggle to stay open but the constant pain from the spikes prevents any rest as I look longingly at the food, the sight and smell driving me crazy. At some point duringbthe night I'd pissed myself and now sit in a puddle of my own waste, some of it overflowing down my legs and forming a second puddle around my feet. I hear footsteps and slowly raising my head see my well rested captor.
"Have you thought more about my proposal?" Not able to take it any more I respond
"Yes sir, if I will say my safe word for the meal." He smiles ."if that's the case then you should have agreed to the offer when I gave it." He picks up the food a throws it into a bin right in front of me.
"Next time be quicker." I lower my head in defeat, part of my wants to scream in frustration and another just wants to cry but I'm to tired for either as my empty stomach continues to groan and I begin to slowly loss consciousness.
I'm brought back to consciousness screaming by a sudden agonising pain in my finger, as my captor slowly slides a pin under my fingernail. I flail in the chair only causing the spike to press into me harder.
"No." I weakly mumble as another pin is brought towards my next finger, I scream and tears form in my eyes as it to is slowly pushed under my nail. By the time the third pin begins its painful insertion I'm sobbing through deep breaths between howling screams. As the tenth pin enters under the nail my head is dizzy and spinning in agony and I can no longer take it and I faint from the pain.
I awake some time later, I'm no longer strapped in the chair and the pins have been removed from under my nails but they still throb painfully. My vision is blocked by the bars of a cage, inside on the floor in front of me are two large dog bowls, one containing water and another containing what looks and smells like dog food. The smell makes me retch slightly, not that there is anything to bring up.
"You finally wake up." I turn my head to see my captor looking at me through the bars.
"As you didn't take my offer yesterday you now have to eat this meal instead. I'd eat it now while it's fresh if I were you, cause you won't be getting anything else until you fin8sh that." I look down at the bowl of cold processed meat, with bits of jelly on it and a disgusting smell, the feeling hunger moves me forwards as I try not to recoil. Lowering my head to the bowl I take a bite. I almost gag and throw up at the taste and texture as I begin to chew on my first mouthful, forcing myself the swallow I pause before putting my face back towards the bowl for more. As I continue to eat my cock strains in its prison once again, as I'm forced to eat like an animal and struggle to keep the horrible meal down. Finishing the bowl I quickly lap at the water in an attempt to both keep the food down and to also remove the foul taste from my mouth, only succeeding in the former.
"Good boy. Remember if you want something nicer there is an alternative." He walks away leaving me in my cage.
I awake later in the day to the feeling of warm piss hitting my body, my captor stands over my cage and slides his cock through the bars.
“I'd thought you'd still be hungry." Now covered in his piss I move towards his cock and begin to suck it, drops of piss still on his cock fill my senses but I keep going, soon tasting his cum, anything to remove the foul taste of dog food from my mouth. Now satisfied my captor walks away without a word, leavibg me feeling used degraded and like I'm just an object to be played with and then ignored.
Day 9/14
I hang painfully with my wrists tied behind my back and then pulled up high above me until I'm forced to stand on tiptoes, lowering my feet to relieve the pain only increases the pain in my shoulders. As I struggle to balance on my tired toes the sting of the whip hits my ass , I scream out and try desperately not to lose my balance as more and more vicious blows hit me. As I lose balance my full body weight is taken by my shoulders and I cry out in agony, my mind breaking.
"Please sir keep me for longer!" My captor face comes into my blurred vision.
"What was that painslut?" I breathe heavily
"Please sir keep me for longer, I need to rest." He looks at me as if understanding and nods.
"Ok slave, you get 24 hours to rest in your cage in exchange for another 14 days." I thought of another 14 days of this fills me woth some dread but I need the break, my cock on the other hand seems almost excited by the extension.
I'm led to my cage and locked inside it, my captor returning some time later letting me out to piss in a bucket and returns me to my cage along with a bowl of water and a bowl of food, food in the broadest of senses, some stail bread, a tiny piece of cold cooked meat, a cold day old roast potato, some potato peal and the unwanted ends of vegetables. After not eating for several days I hungrily eat it all without complaint, even if it tastes horrible, anything to quiet my stomach. By the end of this bet I'll have at least lost some weight.
Say 16/28
My stomach rumbling and emptu I look at the stail bread and dog food in front of me and I just can't take it anymore, I need real food, food that won't leave me hungry, food that tastes pleasant.
"Please sir keep me for longer. I need a proper meal."
Day 17/52
I hang from my wrists, my stomach swollen and bloated as I'm forced to hold a large enema. I moan as cramps take me. I'm not not sure the cost of my meal was worth it, especially as once this liquid is allowed to leave my body it will flush it out of me, leaving me starved and hungry once more.
Day 100/208
I lay painfully stretched out on the rack, my starved body strains, my rib cage showing with each laboured breath. My stomach cramps as the enema causes it to swell, looking strange when compared to the rest of my thin boney body, I moan in pain as I'm forced to hold it. I scream as I'm shocked randomly by cables clipped to my recently whipped nipples and swallon balls, the current causing my body to shake, twist and twitch. My feet burn, held near a heater, unable to move them away as they roast.
"How are we doing my painslut?" I know exactly what he wants, I actually came close before saying it last time, I was only 5 days away, I don't know what came over me, I just wanted a rest, but I said the safe word please sir keep me for longe, after I said it he told me how close I was to being free. I'd lost track of time down here, I barely sleep and when I do it's at random times and for random lengths, days are a meaningless concept down here, no day and night, no morning and evening, only pain and no pain, screaming and exhaustion. I cried in my cage I was locked in to rest, knowing that I was so close to freedom but throw it all away, if I'd just held out for a bit longer then I'd be free.
Now I only have to say it once more and I'm his forever, but I won't, I can't. The was my fantasy once, I wanted to find a true sadist to torture me, to make me his painslut, and I have but part of me also wants to go home, to a what I vaguely remember as home, a life without constant agony, a life where I don't fall asleep in uncomfortable positions due to being tortured for hours, a life where I eat nice food and am not starved for days before being given dog food and stail bread. All that seems like a dream of a life that never was as I scream and buck as another wave of electricity rolls through my body. I moan pulling on my restraints as I recover, the movement from the shock causing my swollen belly to cramp. Somehow through all this my denied cock still strains painfully in its cage, a constant and painful reminder of why I'm here and how I got in this situation, I truly am a painslut, that is my name, I've been here so long that I'm starting to forget my actual name, here I'm just painslut and that's what I am.
I scream loudly, tears forming in my eyes as a new source of torment is added, the whip strikes my bloated and swallow stomach once again and I cry out in agony, just as another burst of electricity shocks my body. I try to hold on, each blow making me howl, each shock making me pull on my restraints, each cramp making me cry.
"Please sir keep me for longer." The whipping stops and the shocking device is turned off.
"What was that painslut?" Defeated I lay there breathing hard, my vision blurry from the onslaught, my stomach in agony, my caged cock dripping, my feet burning.
"I need a break, please sir, keep me for longer." My captor smiles with an evil grin.
"You know what this means my little painslut, you lose the bet, you're mine to keep and to torture forever. And as the bet is over I have no reason to stop and let you rest. You really should have asked more about why my previous slave was only here for a year, i hope that you last longer than he did. Enjoy being my painslut for the rest of your miserable life, i hope that it is everything that you dream it would be in your fantasies." At this he turns the shocking device back on. I struggle against my restraints as the shocks continue and I beg and plead for mercy but he just stands there and watches, his cock hard, as I scream, cry and suffer.