I had arranged for a session at the dungeon. After making my confirmation call, I nervously waited with anticipation. I showered longer than usual but made sure that I would be ready with plenty of time to spare. As I started to get dressed, I picked out my man-thong to wear for the occasion. Then I put my socks, pants, and buttoned down shirt on. I felt my thong riding up on my ass and it felt sexy. Before I dashed out the door, I made sure to put a little cologne on to please my Mistress.

I arrived near the secret dungeon location fifteen minutes early. After parking the car, I just sat there with a mix of nervousness and excitement. While I have been to Mistresses before and even been to this dungeon before, I am always nervous whenever I go to them. But it is a really good kind of nervousness which I can't even put into words. As I sit in my car, my mind wonders at the thoughts of how my Mistress will be dressed and what kinds of things she has in store for me. I just love the idea that I don't really know what will be coming or when it might be coming. Anticipation is almost everything in a scene and the thought of being helpless and teased drives me wild.

Five minutes left before my appointment. I get out of my car and walk toward the spot in which I am supposed to wait. Then as my cell phone alarm goes off, I call the dungeon to let them know that I am where I need to be. The sweet voice on the phone tells me to proceed to the dungeon and to head up the elevator. When the elevator doors open, my Mistress is standing there waiting for me she is wearing a black leather halter top which not only showed off her sexy belly, but also pushed up on her chest in such a way as to expose the top of her breasts and create perfect cleavage. She was also wearing a matching pleated leather mini-skirt, fishnet stockings, super sexy open toe high heels, and a black choker around her neck. Elbow length black latex gloves completed the outfit.

I stood there like a deer in headlights at the sight of her. She looked me dead in the eyes causing me to look down to avoid her piecing gaze. "Follow me" she said emotionlessly.

I followed her to a sitting room where she offered me a drink of water and asked me to take a seat. I declined the water and sat down. She asked me about my likes, dislikes, limits, medical concerns, etc. I told her that I enjoyed bondage, teasing, some light cbt and nt, and a few other things. She asked my thoughts about electricity. My eyes lit up as I told her that I am curious about it, but have never tried it before and was a little frightened by it. She put me at ease by telling me that she would start slow with it and would stop if I wasn't enjoying the experience… she used the word enjoying loosely. She also asked about anal play and I expressed my curiosity in that area. She chuckled a little at that before trying to alleviate my general nervousness. She gave my safe word and told me she would return shortly.

When she left the room, my thoughts accelerated out of control. I was here and I was putting myself in someone's mercy. I had no idea what was going to happen. I would soon be helpless and no longer in control of the situation. I was excited in a way that words can't do justice to. I just couldn't wait for my Mistress to return. I listened intently for any sound or sign of her imminent re-emergence. After a few minutes, the door opened suddenly and my Mistress asked me to follow her again. Before entering the room, my Mistress handed me a leather collar with four rings attached to it. "Put this on and then we shall enter the Dungeon," she said politely. After I buckled the collar in place, we entered.

As soon as I entered the room, she closed the door and told be to take off my shoes and socks and everything out of my pockets and put them in the corner of the room. Then I was to walk to the center of the room and turn around. I did as commanded. She walked up behind me and whispered into my ear to unbutton my shirt and then not to move. I obeyed. She placed a blindfold over my eyes. I could feel her get close behind me as she reached around to the front of my body and rubbed my nipples with her gloved hands. She caressed my body slowly and then pulled my shirt down to my wrists with a quick motion. She whispered into my ear to take it off and let it drop to the floor. She then moved away from me. I heard her heels against the floor as she returned moments later with a pair of leather cuffs in her hand… soon to be on my wrists.

After buckling the cuffs on to my wrists and linking them together, I could hear her heels against the floor again as she moved in front of me. She unbuckled my belt pulled it off of me. It didn't take long for my pants to hit the floor. Once they did, I was ordered to step out of them and to spread my legs. She commented on my thong and patted my package with a laugh of amusement. She then walked behind me and played with my parted ass cheeks with her long sharp nails, tickling and teasing them before giving them a smack with her hand. After a few smacks, she slowly pulled my thong down to the ground. I quickly stepped out of them at her prompting. Soon, I felt her fitting leather cuffs around my ankles and then she slowly caressed my legs as she returned to the standing position. Her fingers danced around my inner thighs with such pleasure. She carefully avoided my cock and balls and moved her hands to my wrists. After unhooking them from each other, she said "Get on your all fours for me slave!" in a commanding tone. I obeyed.

My Mistress put her gloved hand on the nape of my neck and slowly ran her fingers down my spine to my ass crack. Then I felt the lubed fingers of her other hand push ever so slightly into my ass. Slowly she pushed in and out with her finger before adding a second and then a third finger. Minutes later she removed her fingers, sat straddled on my back, and started to push something else into my ass. I could only imagine that it must be a butt plug of some sort. "Don't move slave," she warned as I heard her take her gloves off.

She grabbed the top of my ball sack with her soft, warm fingers and lightly squeezed forcing both balls below her hand. She had something else in her other hand, and with in seconds, I felt cold metal clamping down where her fingers were moments ago, right above my balls and below my cock. I had a feeling I knew exactly what she had done. I have seen a device called "The Humbler" on the internet and now it was locked onto my balls and would prevent me from standing.

She stood up and walked to the other side of the room for a moment. When she returned, I could hear her fiddling with something behind me. Then I felt the sting of her riding crop on my balls. I hurt more than I thought it would and it took me a moment or two to recover. Then she slapped my balls two more times lightly. The pain was still so intense.

I could hear her heels moving in front of me now. "Bow you head slave!" she said with authority. I did as ordered. She took off my blindfold. It took a moment for my eyes to readjust. My Mistress's fishnet legs and heels were the first thing my eyes could see. I couldn't help but lift my gaze slowly up her leg toward her body and face. As soon as my eyes met hers, I felt a jolt of electricity hit my balls and through the butt plug with surprising intensity. "Did I order you to lift your head, Slave?" she yelled. My eyes quickly darted back toward the floor. "Good boy," she said as she walked to the other end of the room. "Now you may look at me."

As soon as my eyes made contact with her eyes, she told me to try to stand. We both knew that I couldn't, but I tried anyway. When I couldn't do it, she hit a button on her remote control and electricity coursed through my balls and ass. "Try again!" She commanded. Again, I tried to no avail and again she jolted me. "Again, slave! Try harder!"

The same result and again I received another shock. "Very well then, crawl over here… if you can even manage that." She said with disapproval.

I started to crawl toward her, but as soon as I moved two feet, she shocked me again. I stopped for a moment partly from the surprise of it, partly from the pain, and partly to gage her intentions.

"Look at me slave, not the floor. Look into my eyes and lets see how much pain I can inflict on you before you can make it to my feet to beg me to stop," she said with her evil laugh.

My instinct wanted me to look at the floor as I began to crawl, but each time I lowered my head I would get a shock. Even some of the times that I didn't lower my head, Mistress would shock me "just to make things interesting" she said. Still, I was able to get to her and when I did, she stopped. "Good boy, now let's see what I can do to you next," she said with a sadistic smile. She took off the Humbler, but left the butt plug in. "Come with me over to the rack." Just the way she said the word "rack" put both fear and excitement into me.

I got on to the rack and Mistress locked my wrist cuffs to the top and my leg cuffs to the bottom of the rack. Then she started stretching me a bit. When I was fully stretched out, she started to tease my nipples with her gloved hand. She grabbed a pair of nipple clamps with a chain running between them from near by and attached the first clamp to my nipple. It was very painful. It didn't take long for the Mistress to attach the second clamp. She pulled on the chain lightly to give me a jolt of pain from the clamps.

Then Mistress walked away for a moment and came back with some twine. She started to tie up my cock and balls, making sure to separate each ball from each other. The skin around my balls were now tight and my balls were shinny and sensitive. She took off her gloves and ran her nails over my now ultra sensitive balls. She then ran her nails up along the underside of my now raging cock. With her other hand, she pulled the chain on my nipple clamps and my chest lifted slightly off the table to relieve the pain.

"That's not good. That won't do at all." She said in irritation. She walked back over to the top of the rack and stretched me out even more. She asked me to try to move my chest off the table now. But she didn't wait for me to try. Instead, she continued to stretch me more and more. It was actually starting to hurt, but she kept going. "How is that?" she said rhetorically.

Now my body was completely taunt. She pulled on the nipple clamp chain again and was pleased. "Now the real fun begins," she said with a wicked smile. She began running her nails over my body. Not too hard, but in a teasing fashion. It began to tickle, but there was nothing I could do about it. She continued to tickle my body for a few minutes, starting lightly and then increasingly until I was laughing uncontrollably. She pulled the nipple chain with one hand and tickled me with the other. She stopped for a moment to allow me to catch my breath.

She walked away for a moment and returned with a feather which she waved in front of me sadistically. She then began to tickle my ultra sensitive bound balls with the feather and then the underside of my cock. She told me that I was not allowed to cum, so if I felt I was going to, I needed to let her know. It didn't take long before I felt I was going to cum, and so I tried to get the words out of my mouth. Mistress knew what I was trying to say, and so she stopped. She pulled on the nipple chain again and then started tickling my body intensely again. After a few minutes, she stopped and put on a pair of disposable gloves and dripped some lube on my cock. She reminded me that I was not allowed to cum until she said so. She started jerking me off with her gloved hands and it didn't take long before I was going to cum. This time however, Mistress did not stop. Instread, she said, "I will count down from three, and you will cum when I say one. You will not cum before or after, is that clear?" I to say something which roughly translated meant yes.

"Three…"

"Two…"

"1 and a half…"

"One…"

And just then I erupted like a volcano.