Blog Post: Part 4 – Pumped, Drained, Milked and Abused In Captivity

If you aren’t caught up, start here first….
Part 1: http://dominasdiary.com/index.php/2017/11/02/blog-post-part-1-pumped-drained-milked-and-abused-in-captivity/
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Part 2: http://dominasdiary.com/index.php/2017/11/04/blog-post-part-2-pumped-drained-milked-and-abused-in-captivity/
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Part 3: http://dominasdiary.com/index.php/2017/11/07/blog-post-part-3-pumped-drained-milked-and-abused-in-captivity/
Claudette and I sat back, smiling at each other as our prisoner began struggling violently against his bonds. Having finished with explosive force several times already, just the gentle, steady rubber suck of the Venus on his well used cock was clearly, quickly bringing him to the very limit of his pain threshold.
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The collection bowl beneath him was finally beginning to fill up a bit at the bottom, still it was only a small pool of opaque white, but it was a definite step closer to his goal. She pulled the dildo from his mouth, so we could better hear his exasperation. He seemed desperate this time, truly and genuinely desperate. “I can’t take anymore Mistress, please take the Venus off me!’ He nearly commanded. I have NEVER heard such a tone in his voice, and it was not something I intended to let slide.
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Claudette could see the look in my eyes in hearing such an odd inflection pour out of his lips, she slapped him across the face hard with the dildo in quick correction, I couldn’t help but nearly laugh myself off the table. She gently turned off the machine and begin to untie him… I could hear her whispering vague silent threats as she wistfully detached him piece by piece. Normally, I would say my sweet assistant does not have a dominant bone in her body, but I think when it comes to amusing me and bringing me pleasure, she can do just about anything with Olympic style precision.
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I picked up the dog bowl and weighed it, “nearly another full ounce”, I exclaimed from across the room! I was actually quite surprised how much I’ve pulled out of him… I know, he would soon begin shooting nothing but blanks no matter how much effort he began to exude. A man can only handle so much and he was drastically near his breaking point. It is the only reason I gave him an easy “out” of consuming his 8 climaxes instead of reaching a requisite 16; it would be a physically impossible task, but along the way I could enjoy his confidence fade into a deep humiliation.
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We helped him down off the cross, ignoring his gratitude and shaky steps as we led him toward the fucking bench. He was just glad to be able to kneel and not have to carry his own weight, leaning fully onto the bench for absolute support. This is normally the point where I’d help him shower, offer him a drink and sit back and bask in the chemical release of hormones with him, but not today…. I cuffed him into the iron restraints, the kneeling position of the bench offered each limb for fastidious restraint. Only his neck was able to move, should he so choose to look up, he’d be greeted by his ever present predicament reflecting back in the glass of a full length mirror ahead.
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He slumped his head, Claudette immediately grabbed him by the hair, forcing him up so I could shove the cum filled dog bowl in his face. “This will count as two more”, I smiled. “But do be sure to catch every drop if you want it to be added to your total count. You’re still a very long way off from making either goal, your best hope now it’s just simply catch your rest while we allow it and hope that we’ve come up with some clever tactics to “help “ you.
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He lapped up his cum like a willing and very defeated captive, the situation of helplessness was really starting to grow on him. There’s so much less to ‘worry’ about when another is in charge. No deadlines matter, no annoying texts or voicemails were prioritized – nothing in his vanilla life would invade this predicament to help or disturb him; it was just him in the moment – and us.
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He nodded off for a quietly, the dog blow long placed back out of sight with Claudette and I casually lounging in my foyer, chatting away and enjoying the moment of silence. It was disturbingly peaceful, fortunately it wouldn’t last long. A very quiet knock on the door roused him from his sleep. His back being towards the door, our little slut couldn’t see who exactly we were letting in despite his straining to catch a glimpse in the mirror. It was Claudette’s husband, my bull, Devon.
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Now Devon, how do I describe him? Tall, dark and handsome, an Alpha male with a naughty side and a cock nearly the size of Claudette’s arm. The first time I forced them to fuck in front of me, I was absolutely fascinated; truly they were perfect for each other – just the sight of him undressed caused her to be stunningly distracted. It was almost like an Aphroditic scene, his pants came undone and she was fixated. I loved that sexual power he had over her, often wanting to weaponize that sort of lust and use it on another. I left them to it as strolled up to my kneeling hostage, grabbing a cane on my way.
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“I’ll tell you what” I whispered, “I won’t MAKE that big stud in the corner fuck you if you don’t want him to”…I tapped my cane against his ass lightly. “But….should you beg me to make him, I’ll obviously have to stop reddening your ass so I can get out of his way”, I emphasized that last statement with a firm lash across his unprotected ass. He bit his lips, calculating how many I would deliver, would I even stop or would I perhaps just wait him out? Another white hot stroke inches from the last broke his train of thought. “Oh Mistress, please” he whimpered. “Please what?” another crack against both upturned cheeks.
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He remained silent, clearly not yet provoked to his breaking point. I lined up my cane and began issuing a flurry of perfectly placed strokes. Instant welts, bright red strips and the flailing of desperate limbs under firm and unflinching restraints. I always thought he loved the cane, though I doubt he’d ever admit it. Being bent over, exposed and punished, it was hot no matter how you look at it, though the pain was inescapable. Still, he raised his hips as much as the bonds allowed, offering me more of his striped backside for abuse. Devon and Claudette slowly came into view, her smile frozen in crimson red lipstick as Devon reached out to feel my hostage’s textured ass. “Mmmm, he’s so warm”, Devon mocked. He lifted his hips higher into his hand.
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“Oh god, oh god” my victim now resorting only to panicked and erotic pleading once again.
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“Mistress, I think I want him to fuck me…’oh god”!!! Claudette’s jaw dropped, “I didn’t think it would be THAT easy”
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He looked up to the mirror just long enough to catch the 3 of us grinning back at him like wolves; condoms and lube already in Claudette’s hand. I unzipped Devons pants, his throbbing erection instantly spilling out, landing with a thump against our boy’s hot flesh.
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Everyone in the room, seemed absolutely frozen in anticipation, though Claudette’s eager hands were already wrapped around her husbands huge cock readying it for the tight opening in front of him. There was no way he’d be able to take that off the bat, we’d have to warm him up….
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Devon took a seat in front of the bench, directly in view of our pet. He stroked himself lowly and methodically, up and down like a pointed erotic threat. It was memorizing, so much so that the gloves Claudette and I were putting on went entirely unnoticed. We slipped our fingers in gently, one at a time, then both of us, gradually increasing the size, adding fingers until we could both fit two inside him together side by side. He loved this, he was doing all he could to hold still and take it despite wanting to sit back and ride our hands. Devon sat up abruptly, noticing his struggle and brought the tip of his shaft to our prisoners lips. No instruction was needed, he took him deep into his warm inviting mouth – as much as he could, trying to leverage his neck so he could be properly throat fucked. We pounded away on his tight little hole behind in the same rhythm, opening him up like the little whore he was. “Finally a proper fuck toy”, I smirked
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….to be continued.
Note: photos during this scenario were declined by some parties, images from this blog have been used from other approved sources.

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