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Story: A wet dream Part 2
The following is just a rough wake dream fantasy I had, stretched out now that I write it down in more detail for your joy, my dear reader. It was far away from all these scenes and details, just a rough idea about playing with a couple. It might be extreme, so be warned. Also this is a fantasy, not a dream I want to come true for my life. Kinky sex is a big issue for me, but only one. It's not going to fulfill my life, so it will always stay a fantasy that gets me horny, possible can be used in play, but not more. Also I need and take my time and smaller steps to approach new kinks and intensities.
Find Part 1 here
Then I was led on the leash, not very far. From what I noticed blindly I was led ino another room. I was lifted onto some kind of furniture, the suit taken off. More pads were applied and fixed. Then they took off my blindfold. During my troubles with the sudden light, I recognized their faces grinned right at me. Obviously this time I was allowed, nearly forced to look at them. The wife told me happy she was about the extended time on this. But it was only briefly, before they applied another kind of blindfold. Right before my eyes I had a screen. It showed me on a what looked like a bondage furniture, with several options to change it. The husband and the wife standing next to me. Obviously this was streamed live, showing me in my struggle from four different angles. The husband made the gag open even wider, so it was painfully stretching my jaws again. Then they left.
The next training was pure torment. This must have been the program they had spoken about, since it was quite a complex series of varying shocks in varying areas. I screamed a lot, cried. Just when I had gotten used to some pain, it changed, giving me breaks here and then, only to come back with even stronger force. But there was nothing I could do about it now other than bear it.
I don't know the hours, but at one point it just stopped. They came in, let me lose and got rid of my gag, even helped me to sit up. Then they gave me some water to drink. When I was more myself, they gave me two big cups with suspicious liquids. My earn for the training, they said. And of course I had to empty it. I was still exhausted like never before, but they kept on pressing on things required. Next they led me into the other room with the tiles again. Without any warning I was cleaned with cold water from a hose. The husband took his time to get me clean, but also all wet and shivering. I felt I couldn't do it anymore, even in doubt I was able to speak, wondering what I had agreed to.
Then the husband put me into a blanket and carried me into the kitchen, were we had eaten breakfast together at the table. He sat me down on the floor, on my blanket, but the wife came with another one to cover my shivering body. She petted my head and smiled. Then she served me a hot chocolate, fresh waffles with strawberries, vanilla ice cream and whipping cream, and told me to eat. It looked fantastic, and tasted even better. Both smiled at me watching me eat. The rule to look at them at all was obviously lifted, though I didn't dare to abuse it. I just enjoyed the warm food and safe place as much and expressive as I could.
If you don't enjoy non-consensual fantasies, you should stop reading here.
Probably it was time to sleep, so we could talk about it all the very next day. When I had eaten they cleaned up. I got another pet on the head. When time passed without anything I supposed they may want me to sleep here on the floor in these blankets. I was tired and would sleep like a stone. But when I started to lay down, the wife immediately came and pulled my collar back in doggy height. She pulled me off the blanket in a height I had to crawl. Then used the leash while I kept crawling.
The wife led me to an open box and had me crawl into it. Sitting in it wasn't a problem. She plugged phones into my ears and fixed them. Then I got the blindfold with a screen again, only showing one picture with "Welcome, slave" written on it. The wife attached some more pads like on that furniture. Then she bound my limbs and body, but not sitting, but laying in the box, which became uncomfortable quite quickly. Even blindfolded I could feel the narrow box walls pressing me in. Was that supposed to be my sleeping position? But too late. I felt the box being closed, and then sinking into the ground for a good while. Some vibration of metal mechanics and locks reached me until it was complete silent. The wife's voice sounded through the phones:
"This is going to be your night's training. Submission and Obedience. Listen carefully. At the start you will be asked to repeat very loud and clear for the whole duration. If the program doesn't recognize, it will punish you with various electric shocks. It won't be that painful as your last training for the start, but it become as bad if you don't comply. Now that you are ready, say "Yes"."
A short hesitation and I was punished with a sever shock in the crotch. "Yes." I said clear and loud. "Louder", she said. I repeated, nearly screamed. "Fine", she answered, "Have a good training. Don't disappoint us, slave." Then the program started. The screen changed between pure porn pics, porn videos, pictures of the couple and me, even pictures and videos of my training so far, with increased written on them. Sometimes slow and big enough to read, often only jumping up for a brief moment. The voice started with simple sentences I should say. Having to say it loud and clear with the fear of being severely shocked made me stay awake.
The next morning I sat on the blanket on the floor again, looking down on the floor. At the wall stood the box with my cloth and stuff in it. I wasn't sure about the rule not to look in the eyes, but I felt safer and more appropriate this way. My memory about the last training had faded to a blur vision I didn't care about. The husband then ask me: "As we had agreed on, we now talk." He made a significant break. I still didn't look up. "First about the videos and photos we made of you during the training. As I said we won't use them without your permission and delete them immediately if you want. Have you understood, slave?" I didn't hesitate to answer: "Yes, Sir." It felt right. He continued: "So, do you give us hereby permission to use all the material we have of our shared play?" It wasn't what I wanted. They were able to do so much with it, from only using it for themselves, to sharing with friends, up to uploading it somewhere. No way. But I said: "Yes, Sir."
"Look up into the camera, slave.", he said. As I did I could see him grin, and his wife behind the camera smile. He gave me a paper with some lines on it. "Read loud, slave. And don't forget to look into the camera." I did, feeling ashamed not only what I had agreed to, but what I agreed right now. Without any hesitation resistance. "Hereby I give you permission to use any information, recorded material and photos of me that you have, in any way you want. This explicitly includes sharing it up, loading it up on the internet or selling it for profit without further benefits for me. I am well aware of all the consequences and totally agree." I could believe what I just read. He pushed on: "Now sign it here." He gave me a pen, and I signed. My mind screamed "No", but I just did it. I wanted to run away, but I just sat there. How had they done this to me? Had I been their first victim or were there others before me, seeking a kinky session and then being exploited?"
Still, it wasn't over yet. The husband put away the paper and stood in front of me. "Do you want to be our property forever, slave? Do you want to obey and serve us permanently, slave?"
I still couldn't believe it. No way. "Yes, Sir.", said my mouth. I didn't no why, but I also didn't run away. It was as if something or someone else had taken control of me.
The wife interrupted: "Good slave." The man handed me a good amount of papers. I had to read them in front of the camera, and sign every single page. First came a slave contract, explicitly including permanent changes I agreed on, which I would have never done. Not me. Especially not without any details specified. Especially not with the explicit examples given. That was far worth than all the kinks they had added, including public exposure, sharing me with neighbors, strangers, whoring me out, selling me. Fortunately this wasn't legal, no matter the consent. Though it said so, I was not their slave and would never be. Next came a delegation of my authority. It provided them every right to take complete control over my life. I signed it, like a doll led by them.
Finally the wife asked if I wanted to have more "Submission training". I said: "Yes, Mistress." She had never asked or ordered me to address her like that. Never even dropped it once. While she led me to the narrow box and started to fix me, her husband thought loudly about the changes he was thinking about. "Pierced tongue, nipples, septum and belly. That's for sure. Maybe some more. We can have them weld closed. A branding and tattoos of ownership, good slave properties and pleads to use him. I am not so sure about permanent internal ear plugs on WiFi. We better take our time deciding about surgery and body modifications of the flesh. I am thinking about handle bars on the head and hips. Aw, that will be awesome. We have any time in the world now ..."
Not to be continued. I'll fix writing errors or other issues if you report them to me.
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Find Part 1 here
Then I was led on the leash, not very far. From what I noticed blindly I was led ino another room. I was lifted onto some kind of furniture, the suit taken off. More pads were applied and fixed. Then they took off my blindfold. During my troubles with the sudden light, I recognized their faces grinned right at me. Obviously this time I was allowed, nearly forced to look at them. The wife told me happy she was about the extended time on this. But it was only briefly, before they applied another kind of blindfold. Right before my eyes I had a screen. It showed me on a what looked like a bondage furniture, with several options to change it. The husband and the wife standing next to me. Obviously this was streamed live, showing me in my struggle from four different angles. The husband made the gag open even wider, so it was painfully stretching my jaws again. Then they left.
The next training was pure torment. This must have been the program they had spoken about, since it was quite a complex series of varying shocks in varying areas. I screamed a lot, cried. Just when I had gotten used to some pain, it changed, giving me breaks here and then, only to come back with even stronger force. But there was nothing I could do about it now other than bear it.
I don't know the hours, but at one point it just stopped. They came in, let me lose and got rid of my gag, even helped me to sit up. Then they gave me some water to drink. When I was more myself, they gave me two big cups with suspicious liquids. My earn for the training, they said. And of course I had to empty it. I was still exhausted like never before, but they kept on pressing on things required. Next they led me into the other room with the tiles again. Without any warning I was cleaned with cold water from a hose. The husband took his time to get me clean, but also all wet and shivering. I felt I couldn't do it anymore, even in doubt I was able to speak, wondering what I had agreed to.
Then the husband put me into a blanket and carried me into the kitchen, were we had eaten breakfast together at the table. He sat me down on the floor, on my blanket, but the wife came with another one to cover my shivering body. She petted my head and smiled. Then she served me a hot chocolate, fresh waffles with strawberries, vanilla ice cream and whipping cream, and told me to eat. It looked fantastic, and tasted even better. Both smiled at me watching me eat. The rule to look at them at all was obviously lifted, though I didn't dare to abuse it. I just enjoyed the warm food and safe place as much and expressive as I could.
If you don't enjoy non-consensual fantasies, you should stop reading here.
Probably it was time to sleep, so we could talk about it all the very next day. When I had eaten they cleaned up. I got another pet on the head. When time passed without anything I supposed they may want me to sleep here on the floor in these blankets. I was tired and would sleep like a stone. But when I started to lay down, the wife immediately came and pulled my collar back in doggy height. She pulled me off the blanket in a height I had to crawl. Then used the leash while I kept crawling.
The wife led me to an open box and had me crawl into it. Sitting in it wasn't a problem. She plugged phones into my ears and fixed them. Then I got the blindfold with a screen again, only showing one picture with "Welcome, slave" written on it. The wife attached some more pads like on that furniture. Then she bound my limbs and body, but not sitting, but laying in the box, which became uncomfortable quite quickly. Even blindfolded I could feel the narrow box walls pressing me in. Was that supposed to be my sleeping position? But too late. I felt the box being closed, and then sinking into the ground for a good while. Some vibration of metal mechanics and locks reached me until it was complete silent. The wife's voice sounded through the phones:
"This is going to be your night's training. Submission and Obedience. Listen carefully. At the start you will be asked to repeat very loud and clear for the whole duration. If the program doesn't recognize, it will punish you with various electric shocks. It won't be that painful as your last training for the start, but it become as bad if you don't comply. Now that you are ready, say "Yes"."
A short hesitation and I was punished with a sever shock in the crotch. "Yes." I said clear and loud. "Louder", she said. I repeated, nearly screamed. "Fine", she answered, "Have a good training. Don't disappoint us, slave." Then the program started. The screen changed between pure porn pics, porn videos, pictures of the couple and me, even pictures and videos of my training so far, with increased written on them. Sometimes slow and big enough to read, often only jumping up for a brief moment. The voice started with simple sentences I should say. Having to say it loud and clear with the fear of being severely shocked made me stay awake.
The next morning I sat on the blanket on the floor again, looking down on the floor. At the wall stood the box with my cloth and stuff in it. I wasn't sure about the rule not to look in the eyes, but I felt safer and more appropriate this way. My memory about the last training had faded to a blur vision I didn't care about. The husband then ask me: "As we had agreed on, we now talk." He made a significant break. I still didn't look up. "First about the videos and photos we made of you during the training. As I said we won't use them without your permission and delete them immediately if you want. Have you understood, slave?" I didn't hesitate to answer: "Yes, Sir." It felt right. He continued: "So, do you give us hereby permission to use all the material we have of our shared play?" It wasn't what I wanted. They were able to do so much with it, from only using it for themselves, to sharing with friends, up to uploading it somewhere. No way. But I said: "Yes, Sir."
"Look up into the camera, slave.", he said. As I did I could see him grin, and his wife behind the camera smile. He gave me a paper with some lines on it. "Read loud, slave. And don't forget to look into the camera." I did, feeling ashamed not only what I had agreed to, but what I agreed right now. Without any hesitation resistance. "Hereby I give you permission to use any information, recorded material and photos of me that you have, in any way you want. This explicitly includes sharing it up, loading it up on the internet or selling it for profit without further benefits for me. I am well aware of all the consequences and totally agree." I could believe what I just read. He pushed on: "Now sign it here." He gave me a pen, and I signed. My mind screamed "No", but I just did it. I wanted to run away, but I just sat there. How had they done this to me? Had I been their first victim or were there others before me, seeking a kinky session and then being exploited?"
Still, it wasn't over yet. The husband put away the paper and stood in front of me. "Do you want to be our property forever, slave? Do you want to obey and serve us permanently, slave?"
I still couldn't believe it. No way. "Yes, Sir.", said my mouth. I didn't no why, but I also didn't run away. It was as if something or someone else had taken control of me.
The wife interrupted: "Good slave." The man handed me a good amount of papers. I had to read them in front of the camera, and sign every single page. First came a slave contract, explicitly including permanent changes I agreed on, which I would have never done. Not me. Especially not without any details specified. Especially not with the explicit examples given. That was far worth than all the kinks they had added, including public exposure, sharing me with neighbors, strangers, whoring me out, selling me. Fortunately this wasn't legal, no matter the consent. Though it said so, I was not their slave and would never be. Next came a delegation of my authority. It provided them every right to take complete control over my life. I signed it, like a doll led by them.
Finally the wife asked if I wanted to have more "Submission training". I said: "Yes, Mistress." She had never asked or ordered me to address her like that. Never even dropped it once. While she led me to the narrow box and started to fix me, her husband thought loudly about the changes he was thinking about. "Pierced tongue, nipples, septum and belly. That's for sure. Maybe some more. We can have them weld closed. A branding and tattoos of ownership, good slave properties and pleads to use him. I am not so sure about permanent internal ear plugs on WiFi. We better take our time deciding about surgery and body modifications of the flesh. I am thinking about handle bars on the head and hips. Aw, that will be awesome. We have any time in the world now ..."
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