EARNING THEIR WAY OUT OF MALE CHASTITY
FINAL BONDAGE TAG-TEAM — PART 5 OF 6
© 2022 Zatanna Dark
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RESULTS . . .
We had gathered once again on the Stage in front of the Cameras, along with Mistress Z and her leather couch. It’s the only place we ever actually get to see any camera or a crew. Every place else, it’s always hidden . . . causing us too often to forget this is even a show.
Everyone was a little nervous waiting as their skills at pleasing Women where on trial in such an exposed format. Silence had taken over the quiet mummers that were happening as Mistress Z explained the results.
She began, “We’ve done this Challenge before, many times. We’ve never seen such a wide difference between the lowest and highest numbers. Also, we’ve never had one of our monitors fail until today.
Number 7, at first we thought you bumped or disconnected her sensor wires and were going to disqualify you. After double checking, every wire was still in place and fully connected.”
Mistress Z got up off her couch and approached Number 7. My God, she’s intimidating in every way! “Number 7 . . . were you the worst one at pleasing your Servant?” He replies, “No, Mistress, I was not.”
Slowly circling around him like a Prosecuting Attorney. “Number 7 . . . so then you were the best at pleasing your Servant?” He responds, “The best that I am so far, Mistress. I want to learn to be better. Today, Number 3 was the best, Mistress Z.”
Walking back to her couch, “That’s good enough for me. Number 7 can stay.” Wow, Lucky Number 7 . . . still. “The scores show our lowest, and at a pitiful number, is 9. You need to leave and are not even worthy of my Servant’s time to walk you out.”
Number 9, forever the Teacher’s Pet, and with his head down, “I’m sorry, Mistress Z, for my failure. I will strive to be better at pleasing you and other Women in every way.” Quietly, he walks out . . .
Mistress Z says, “Number 1?” He replies, “Yes, Mistress Z?” “Your numbers . . .” He interrupts, “Big, Huge, yes I know.” Angrily, “Your numbers were just as pitiful as Number 9’s. You barely squeaked by a second from the bottom.”
“THAT’S BULLSHIT! This is all Fucking Bullshit! Turn Off those Cameras!” Pointing wildly at the Crew. Then marching pissed off towards Mistress Z . . . until the end of a whip wraps around his neck!
Mistress Dusk pulled back so hard and fast; I swear Number 1’s feet left the ground before landing on his back! Keeping the tension on her whip, Mistress Dusk reeled it in as she moved in on her victim.
Quickly straddling his body as both his hands grasped to loosen the whip that was fast cutting off his air! The leather straps Mistress Dawn normally has hanging as part of her outfit now make sense.
One wide strap went around both of his wrists and was pulled and closed tightly. Still in somewhat of a straddling motion, she spins 180 and repeats the strapping process with his ankles, before finally allowing the whip tension to release.
Someone on the Crew has allowed the cable from the ceiling to descend again. Mistress Dawn fed it through a large metal ring on Number 1’s ankle strap and pulled enough of it through before locking it to the ring on his wrist strap.
Number 1 finally catches enough of a breath to start his rant again, “Fuck You Cunt!” And with that, Mistress Dawn gives the thumbs up to whoever works the cable as it begins to lessen the slack between his wrists and ankles.
He was about to open his mouth again when the largest bit gag, I’d ever seen was crammed into his mouth. That thing would be too large for even a horse. His eyes widen as his wrists get pulled closer and closer to his ankles!
Mistress Dawn moves away, ignoring Number 1 as his wrist strap connects with his ankles, and all the slack is gone. At this point, his arms and ankles get pulled upwards, causing him to be on his back.
The look of pain and distress moves in as he’s lifted off the ground, unable to stop it! His grumbles and bitching are never-ending and completely incoherent with the addition of the bit. He’s now the perfect height to get his ass, and the back of his thighs whipped.
We’re all expecting to watch another extreme whipping like Number 6 received. Mistress Z makes eye contact with the Mystery Button pusher. Then, she does a backhand waving away motion as to signal away with him.
Number 1 looks to us for help as the cable starts its upward motion again. This time, as he screams and fights his bondage, he rises up . . . beyond the spotlights. . . into the darkness above us.
Mistress Z, with her comedic chops, says, “That’s completely the wrong direction from where he should be going. I’ll make sure he fully experiences the Pain of Hell later tonight.” I am sure that’s a promise she’ll more than keep.
“My original plan was to have just the lowest score leave. I’ve just adjusted it to the highest three will continue with Mistress Dusk overnight.” Moving her finger, three of the Quads, my god, Sextuplets come out by each of us.
Not sure how many non-verbal Commands Mistress Z has taught the other Mistresses or the Servants, but it seems like its endless. Each of the fiery Redheads move behind 4, 7 and myself.
Mistress Z gives a nod and each of them unlock and remove the wide leather belts that were forcing the random cramps on us. The Servant undoing Lucky’s belt gives me a double wink. Ahh, Ruby. Lucky bastard gets to feel her hands on him! Eventually his luck is gonna run out.
Number 1 was out of sight, but not completely out of our minds. Every so often, you could hear him bumping into something and or screaming into his bit gag. I wonder how long he’s gonna be up there before Mistress Z introduces him to Hell?
“You three have earned release from the belts, but not your cages, yet. I’m pleased with what you’ve been doing and wish you the best of luck with Tonight’s Challenge.”
Mistress Z calls out three more plays with silent motions of her hands. A move like holding a phone or remote, followed by pointing upwards. Lastly a full twist of her hand over the imaginary item, as if turning a nob all the way up?
The intense screaming echoes from above tell me exactly what Mistress Z had just signaled. She then hesitated for a second, second-guessing. . . ok, never second-guessing her choice. Mistress Z was deciding to improve on her choice.
“Bring it here.” Mistress Dawn skips out to hand Mistress Z the controller for Number 1’s cramp simulator belt. “Where’s Amy?” Amy, aka Amethyst, comes out. “Yes, Mistress Z?”
“I feel real bad that you didn’t get to partake in Today’s earlier festivities because of U-turn.” Wait? I never called Number 6 U-turn out loud? Did I? I’m sure I didn’t. I guess, that saying about great minds, must apply.
Mistress Z puts the remote on the counter and hands Amy a hammer. I’m not sure I want to know where that hammer was or why a Mistress even has a hammer at such immediate access...
Mistress Z asks Amy, “Will this make up for it, Amy?” Amy replies, “Yes, Mistress Z, very much.” As she destroys the controller to Number 1’s cramp belt after it is turned onto full. Just, Wow!
NIGHT TWO . . .
The echoing screams of pain from above were intensifying further. Mistress Z says to Mistress Dawn, “You’re dismissed, Mistress Dawn. It’s time for Mistress Dusk to take over.”
Mistress Dawn says, “Thank you Mistress Z.” As she leaves with just as much energy as she had first thing this morning. She holds her hand up to either high-five Mistress Dusk and or Tag-Off.
Mistress Dusk leaves Mistress Dawn hanging as she rolls her eyes just the slightest amount. Mistress Z gave her a nod before the Tag-Off was finally completed after an uncomfortable thirty seconds or so.
The three of us followed Mistress Dusk to whatever awaited us. She didn’t have the same little skirt popping walk that Mistress Dawn did. Her’s was way more sultry and alluring. I could watch either all day and never get bored.
Like the kitchen Challenge, we were each taken to a separate room. Unlike the kitchen Challenge, these rooms were all in black and red. I didn’t realize it at the time, but following behind us must have been all six of the Sextuplet Servants.
Two of them were in with me, so it’s only logical, there’s also two with each of 4 & 7. They guided me to a large and very sturdy “X” frame. Then with must have been two dozen wide leather straps, bound me helpless to it.
There was not a wink from either of them the whole time, which made me a little sad. I bet Ruby is in there with Lucky right now . . . dammit! Other than the chastity cage, I am naked, helpless, and un-gagged.
A small monitor turns on, along the other wall. Mistress Dusk appears in black and white on it. The image quality is poor, but the sound of her voice is 100% clear.
“No matter what, you, by allowing the Servants to bind you helplessly, have agreed to the following. First, you will not be released until Sunrise. No amount of begging will change that.
There are No Safe Words at this point. Second, just like your previous Challenge, you will have no way of knowing the scores for the other two Slaves until it’s all over.
Lastly, the Rules are very simple. I will come into your room. You will say, ‘Thank You Mistress Dusk, may I have another.’ Each time you do so, you’ll receive one more point.
If you can’t handle another during my visit, you’ll forfeit a point for that round. You may continue to ask for another one during my next visit. Does everyone fully understand?”
There’s no way any of us weren’t going to agree we fully understood. Not for Mistress Dusk . . . no way! I do want to know badly, another what? I nod that I understand, which I’m guessing the others just did also.
And then I wait for whatever it is I’m about to be asking for . . .
NEEDLES . . .
One of the Servants rolled a cart into the room near me with a small sheet over it. On top of the sheet was a spray bottle of some type. When she started to spray it on every inch of my body, I right away could smell the alcohol in it. My flesh was being sanitized!
I knew what had to be under the sheet! The Servant, once fully soaking my skin, put the bottle on the bottom shelf of the cart and carefully lifted the sheet off . . . exposing an uncountable number of needles in various sizes!
Before leaving, the Servant very quietly said, “Alan, Ruby told me to wish you luck.” And with that, it’s now just me, bound helpless to an “X,” in a black and red room . . . just staring at the needles . . .
Mistress Dusk entered and didn’t wait for me to say, “Thank You Mistress Dusk, may I have another.” Didn’t make sense since I hadn’t felt the pain of the first needle yet.
She simply and quickly picked up one of the smaller ones and pushed it halfway into my thigh! Of course, it hurt, but working the Farm, I’ve had way worse, even way more often. It felt like just another cactus spine.
Mistress Dusk was gone as quickly as she came in. Every few minutes, she reappears as I ask, “Thank You, Mistress Dusk. May I have another?” And another needle is buried just as deep into one of my thighs, a little higher than the last.
I can totally see where this is going. As the needles got to the highest point of my thighs, she switched to the inside of my biceps. Now she is progressing downward towards my chest. Guess I didn’t totally know where this was going.
“Thank You Mistress Dusk, may I have another?” Became instinctive to me and just routine to Mistress Dusk, who was progressively looking more and more bored with each round.
So far, her only excitement came when she said, “Well, we’re all out of the smallest ones. Guess we’ll need to use the next size up now.” Saying it while making solid eye contact and with the smallest of smiles.
“Thank You, Mistress Dusk. May I have another.” These needles did not feel just like another cactus spine at all. I couldn’t help but let out small gasps as she slowly pushed them into my flesh.
I don’t fully know Number 4 or 7 too well. But I do know they’re both as determined as myself to win this thing. To be the Last Man Kneeling. I had to switch things up if I wanted to have the highest score . . .
Mistress Dusk hurried in again, about to grab another needle. She knew quite well I wasn’t about to quit. What she didn’t expect was, “Thank You, Mistress Dusk. May I have two more?”
Now! There’s that smile I knew she had, “Yes Slave, you may.” The first needle she grabbed once again found a soft spot on the inside of my bicep.
I wait for the second one in my other arm. She’s been alternating with each needle, but that wasn’t the plan with the second, and or any further bonus needles. She pinched my nipple hard and pushed it all the way through from the side!
As I screamed, Mistress Dusk’s smile grew further before she hurried out of the room. Ok, so I’m trying to catch my breath after that! The one good part is the pain in my nipple is overriding the pain in my thighs and biceps!
The pain continued and was starting to throb as Mistress Dusk returned. This time, she didn’t automatically grab a needle. She waited to hear what I had to say . . .
In for an inch, in for a mile. “Thank You, Mistress Dusk. May I… have three more?” With that, her smile grew as she first evened out the number of needles in each of my biceps.
Then, pinching my other nipple, she pierced it with its own sideways needle. The third needle? There was already one bonus needle in each of my nipples, so this one found its way into the side of my left nut!
The excessive number of straps used to hold me tightly in place no longer seemed excessive. Almost think they could have used even more I jumped so much! And she was gone!
Between my heavy breathing and moans of pain, I was doing my best to access the needles left on the cart. They progressively get longer. Considering she’s been burying roughly half into my flesh, longer means deeper!
They also grow in thickness, which means progressively more painful! Rough guessing the night is close to half over and the number of trips she’s made . . . if she only did one needle each trip . . . I’d never feel the pain of the longest and largest of needles.
Math be damned, I need to win this thing! “Thank You, Mistress Dusk. May I have four more?” One in my thigh, another in my nipple from a new angle! Again, it went completely through!
My right nut gets its turn with the third needle! The fourth is stuck between the bars of my chastity cage and into the side of my swollen and crushed inside cock! The pain of it pressed hard against the cage is nothing compared to this!
That one left me screaming in pain even after she had left! My body is covered in sweat as drips of the salt escaping my skin get into my eyes! I can only try to blink as I tear up from another new pain!
Biting my lip, she enters again. I swear she’s even starting to get that little bit of a hop in her step that Mistress Dawn has, but I will never ever say that out loud.
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