I do not understand how lengthy I have been in bondage: time has change into meaningless to me. I spend most of my time locked and chained to the wall in my cell. Plus, I’m now bare. It was decided that as a bondage/foot slave, I not wanted or deserved clothes. I begged Mistress to allow me to maintain my garments, however she mentioned I appeared to do properly with out footwear, so I’ll do properly with out something to put on. Moreover, she mentioned my garments have been getting ratty and would odor dangerous very quickly. I mentioned that I’ve garments in my closet that I can become. That was answered by a shock from my collar.
“Are you critical you pathetic slave? You don’t have any closet, you don’t have any different garments, and you might be having these garments eliminated. From right here on in, you’ll stay bare! Is that understood slave?!”
The shocks have been getting extra intense. It took me a little bit of time earlier than I might reply.
“Sure Mistress, I have to and can obey.”
It has been awhile now, being bare. It took some getting used to, and naturally, I’ve no alternative.
My Mistress comes down sometimes to deliver me as much as her BDSM buddies at all times certain hand and foot for his or her leisure and torture. It has gotten to the purpose that I look ahead to this because it will get me out of my jail cell.
Her friends are entertained within the dungeon room, the place I’m teased and tortured, plus ordered to worship the toes of any of the friends who want it. I generally get chained to a pillory and a gentle shock circuit wire is linked to my chastity cage. I then should guess a quantity from 1 to 25. If I do not guess, the shock circuit is turned on for two to five minutes. As I mentioned, it’s a delicate shock which may’t injury, however linked to my chastity cage, it’s pure torture! If I assume incorrect, I get a 30 second cost. Then I’ve to guess once more. It will get complicated to recollect which numbers I guessed beforehand, in order that simply makes the torture all of the extra candy for my tormenters.
Then, after an hour or two of that, the foot worshiping begins. I’m chained with my palms collectively behind my again, my toes chained collectively, and I’m put in a kneeling place with my palms locked to my toes and each locked to a everlasting ring within the ground. It is mainly a hogtied or as Mistress gleefully places it, a hog chained place, however keeling upright as a substitute of mendacity down. Then, a straightforward chair is positioned in entrance of me. One after the other, the honored friends (that’s what I’m commanded to deal with them as) will sit within the chair and recline, placing her toes proper in my face.
I’m directed how one can worship every one’s toes, and I have to give complete satisfaction or my punishment is being hog chained, tied on a platform in such a approach that I can’t transfer aspect to aspect to keep away from the torture to the soles of my toes. Much more scary, I’m hooded and carrying a noise cancelling system so I am unable to see what or hear what’s about to occur to my toes, and even when it will occur. Typically, they lock my toes in a inventory, and my palms above my head chained to a wall and tease and torture me. Occasionally, they depart the hood off, so I do know what’s coming, but when I urge or plead, meaning a ball or bit gag for me to put on, they usually intensify the torture.
After a tease and torture session is over, I’m commanded to say: “Thanks honored friends for coming. I hope I gave each satisfaction to most of you. For those I upset, I can solely say that I absolutely deserved your punishment, and I hope that it helped to offer you satisfaction by punishing me. I’m your slave and servant.”
After all, there’s at all times a minimum of one ‘honored visitor’ that claims dissatisfaction with my efficiency, so I do know there’s at all times going to be a tease and torture session for me. So, it is again to my cell to be locked and chained to the wall with the heavy metal door shut and locked leaving me alone with my nothing however my ideas and fantasy of sometime escaping. Then after all, actuality as soon as once more units in, and I do know that it’ll by no means occur, at which era I simply sit down and weep on the considered it.
When Mistress makes me worship her toes, she calls for complete satisfaction which I apparently am by no means in a position to do. So, I get to ‘take pleasure in’ an hour or two with the soles of my naked toes being tortured. She typically makes a video of those worship classes. She claims they carry in probably the most cash of all of the movies for her.
Mistress has used me to make quite a lot of bondage and torture movies that are making my Mistress a veritable fortune. Within the movies, I’m locked in a hood to maintain my id secret. She generally does stay performances whereas recording them for repeat viewing. I had deliberate to blurt out my predicament: my title and site begging somebody to report this to the police. Think about my crushed hope when Mistress being one step forward of me, informed me all movies that went out ‘stay’ have been going to be aired with me gagged so I could not as she put it, ‘spill the beans’.
I do not understand how lengthy I have been her slave, however I am sure that it has been greater than a 12 months, however I’ve no approach to know for positive. It has been ‘chains, naked toes, torture, and humiliation’. This has change into my life.
No, there isn’t any escape. I’m a barefoot bondage/foot slave with no hope of freedom.
Then, someday or evening, (I’ve no idea of time), my Mistress got here to my cell and mentioned I used to be about to expertise one thing completely new. She was planning this along with her BDSM buddies and it was time to place it into motion.
Then, that very scary chuckle of hers, and the door slammed shut leaving me quaking in worry of what she had in retailer for me!
To be continued