It will hurt if you are Locked Up in a Chastity Cage when you read this Exciting FemDom Series

“The Fateful Phone Call: Plunged Into A Life of FemDom Servitude and Inescapable Male Chastity” by R.T. McConnell aka Slave Robert

5.0 out of 5 Stars “Gripping

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Great read, exciting right to the end. It has made me think twice about allowing a woman to lock me in Chastity.

A small sample from this Sensuous FemDom Series:

Mistress Contessa then retrieved a pair of metal handcuffs from one of the carts in the room and ordered me to place my hands out in front of me.

 When I did, she locked the handcuffs onto my wrists. She then ordered me to stand up and led me over to the leather bondage table where she placed me on my back.

As soon as I was lying on the bondage table, the Mistress pulled my cuffed hands up over my head and secured them to the top of the table with some sort of clasp. She then retrieved a set of leather cuffs and attached them to my ankles and locked my ankles together.

Without saying a word to me, Mistress Contessa lowered the hook attached to the overhead pulley device, connected the hook to the center of the cuffs on my ankles, and then raised the pulley until my ankles were up in the air and my ass was lifted up slightly off of the bondage table. She then wrapped one of the thick leather restraints which was attached to table tightly around my waist and buckled it securely.

The Mistress then retrieved something from one of the carts, held it up, and asked “Slave, do you know what this is?”

I looked at the stainless steel device which the Mistress held in her hand, shook my head, and said “No Mistress.  I don’t know what it is”.

She laughed and said “This my dear slave is called a Wartenberg Pinwheel and it’s one of my favorite torture devices. Since you are so helpless right now, I’ll be glad to demonstrate for you just what this wonderful little device can do!”

Before I could even ask her what she meant, Mistress Contessa began running the Pinwheel up and down my arms, sending waves of stimulation caused by the sharp pins on the wheel to my brain.  She then moved onto my thighs and legs, causing me to twitch uncontrollably and try to escape from the restraints holding me down to the table.

She then smiled and said, “Time for some real fun now!” and she began running the Pinwheel back and forth over my nipples.

I immediately cried out as the pins of the wheel dug into my nipples. The Mistress frowned and said “We can’t have you making noises like that slave. You will disturb people in the next room. I better solve that problem right now before we go any further”.

Mistress Contessa went over and picked something up from one of the carts, and when she returned to me, she quickly shoved a black ball gag into my mouth. Before I could even react, she secured the straps of the ball gag tightly behind my head, effectively silencing me.

“There, that is much better. Now I can really torture you without having to worry about you causing a commotion”.

The Mistress then held up another item which she had retrieved from one of the carts, and when she dangled the item in front of my face, I could see that it was a pair of severe looking clamps which were connected together by a chain.

With a rather wicked smile, Mistress Contessa said “I just love this particular pair of nipple clamps because of the little teeth on them and because the clamps are adjustable. I can just keep tightening them up more and more as our session progresses and I can assure you slave that they can become quite painful!”

I vigorously began shaking my head, saying ‘no’, and objecting to the clamps, but my words were totally muffled by the gag in my mouth.

As soon as the Mistress had secured the clamps onto both of my nipples, I began crying out, wiggling, and fighting against the leather restraints which held me down to the table.

“You can cry and fight all you want slave but it’s not going to do you any good. In fact, I think I will just go ahead and tighten up both of the clamps about a quarter of a turn right now to punish you for that unruly behavior!”

As soon as the Mistress turned the little wheels on the clamps somewhat, an increased degree of pain shot through my nipples, and I began to sob behind my gag. I knew however, that I had better not move around. I didn’t want to take a chance on infuriating her further and giving her a reason to tighten up the clamps any further.

Mistress Contessa then held up the Pinwheel once again and said, “Now that we have taken care of your nipples, I think that we need to do something about your cock and balls!”

I closed my eyes momentarily because I unfortunately knew what was coming. Sure enough, the Mistress began rolling the Pinwheel all over my balls and up and down the shaft of my cock, sending sensations of pain throughout my genitals. I just about bit my tongue trying not to cry out or move while she tortured my cock and balls.

When she finally stopped, the Mistress laughed and said “You must be a little pain slut. Your cock is standing straight up enjoying the torture!”

Mistress Contessa went over to one of the carts, picked up a length of cord, and when she returned to me said “We need to make sure that you don’t accidently have an orgasm without my permission!”

She then proceeded to tie the cord tightly around my balls many times and then she wrapped it around the entire length of my cock, tying it in a series of secure knots.

“Oh yes, I like that much better slave. Now you will stay hard as a rock, but you won’t be able to cum!”

The Mistress then ran her hands up and down my legs, and with a wicked grin said “Slave, do you know why I have your feet restrained up in the air and your ass off of the table?”

I shook my head back and forth, indicating that I had no idea as to why Mistress Contessa had secured my ankles to the overhead pulley system.

“Well slave, I have a special surprise for you today. You just lay there while I go prepare it for you”.

I saw the Mistress take something off one of the carts and then go into the small bathroom which was in the opposite corner of the room. I heard water running but I couldn’t figure out what she was doing.

Unfortunately, I found out soon enough when Mistress Contessa came out of the bathroom and held up a large bulging enema bag with a long hose for me to see.

I was immediately petrified at what the Mistress was obviously planning on doing to me and began struggling against my restraints in earnest, shaking my head violently and begging her not to use the enema bag on me.  Regrettably not a word I uttered could be heard because of the gag which was secured in my mouth.

Mistress Contessa hung the inflated enema bag from the overhead pulley ring and said “I see that you forgot once again what I said about resisting me. Now, I’ll just have to tighten up those nipple clamps even more!”

All Four Books of “The Fateful Phone Call: Plunged Into A Life of FemDom Servitude and Inescapable Male Chastity” can be seen on Amazon

(Editor’s Note: Slave Robert has promised that he will release Part 5 of his Story in the very near future)

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