The previous parts of this story are in my profile.
The Setup:
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Friday Evening:
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Saturday:
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I have no idea how long I've been sitting in this electric chair, getting zapped every 5 minutes, but we might be into early Sunday morning by now. Even though the dungeon master said she had programed a different electro-stim scenario into her laptop, so far it seems to be just the same as last night. It started where it left off, with electric shocks of varying intensity and duration, seemingly determined by a random number generator. So I'm confused about what is different, but maybe that is yet to come. Another hour of the same thing, that I find tolerable, although just barely, and for sure I could never fall asleep through this.

But then something different happens. The stimulation to my cock, balls, and asshole is not painful, but rather somewhat sexually stimulating. For sure the stimulation is quite intense, but not what you would call painful. Now the sequence has changed with the frequency and duration of the stimulation being variable. The duration goes on for several minutes, and can stop for just a short period of time, and then continue for an unknown time. The stimulation is almost unbearably intense, although not painful, and I'm thinking one could actually cum from this kind of stimulation. Surely that's not what they intended. But I AM getting turned on, and my cock is getting hard! But the stimulation is so intense I really don't know how long I can take it - but of course I MUST take it since I'm securely strapped to this chair and can't stop it. The pain from the zaps was something I could almost get used to, and just accept it, but this is something else entirely. Now I'm actually feeling it's bringing me to the edge of cumming, and I won't be able to prevent it. I really don't know how I could cum when the stimulation is so intense, but it's happening!!! I'm having a mind-blowing orgasm!! But of course the stimulation is not going to stop. I don't know if I can deal with this. It's like the most intense post orgasm torture I've ever experienced, and it will go on for many hours!!!!

I don't know how to describe this. It's just total over stimulation that does not stop. It's not painful, but it's not pleasurable either, and for sure the straps holding me to this chair are the only things that let me endure this, because there's nothing else I can do. After another long unknown length of time I'm finding the stimulation once again starting to become more of a turn on - still unbearable, but more of a turn on, and I'm starting to get hard again! But I don't think I want to cum again because the sensation becomes so much more intense after cumming. But once again I have absolutely no control over my cock and I cum again, although not quite as intense as the first time. And indeed the stimulation becomes even more intense after cumming. God, I wish now I were just getting painfully zapped, because that I could endure. I really don't know how much more of this stuff I can take.

But of course I have to take it, even though my mind is a total mess. I go through a third and fourth orgasm, and by the fifth orgasm nothing cums out and this seems to make the post-orgasm torture even more unbearable, if that's possible. After my sixth dry orgasm (unless I lost count) the light to the dungeon comes on and the dungeon master comes over to see how I'm doing. She wants me to tell her all about my experience, but I'm so stressed out that I can't get out a comprehensible response. Sensing I've had enough she turns off the transformer and starts to unhook me. After about 10 minutes I've calmed down enough to produce an understandable sentence, and I tell her that this was the most intense thing I've ever experienced. She seems very pleased with herself and wants to know if I had any orgasms, and how many, and if the experience got more intense after each orgasm. Knowing she'd never had a guy to try this on before I tried to relate my feelings as best I could with words I've never had to use before. Then she asked me a question I didn't know how to answer: "Would you ever consent to having it done to you again sometime?" I said that right now the answer would most definitely be NO, but that after the dust settles and I'm in an especially masochistic mood, I might say yes. As soon as those words passed my lips I regretted saying them, but then, I knew I was being totally honest.

Anyway, Linda comes down to the dungeon and helps get me unstrapped from the chair, and quickly reties my legs together and hands behind my back. She says that they have a special treat in store for me today, which I can only assume to mean a treat for them, and not for me. Adding to the mystery she puts a blindfold on me and directs me to make my way outside where everyone has gathered waiting for me.

Once outside Linda says to me: "Do the names Heather, Michelle, Kathy, Jan, Suzy, and Amy mean anything to you?" Well, they did indeed!! These were all gals that I had a secret crush on over the last 10 years, both before and after my affair with Linda. Heather was an intern for a couple of years where I work and we had quite a close relationship: we ran together almost every day at lunchtime, cycled together on the weekends, and had a weekly tennis match. Some people at work thought we were having an affair, but it was really just a very flirty friendship. Michelle was a gal I had met on a mountain bike ride and we actually did have a brief affair. Kathy is still one of my work colleagues who I spent time cycling and playing tennis with. Jan was a skiing, cycling, and hiking buddy, Suzy was a cycling and drinking buddy. Suzy and I had lots of fun together and many of our cycling friends actually thought we were having an affair. Amy was a running bud who I briefly dated. Indeed I was extremely attracted to all of these gals, but except for Michelle I never had anything close to a sexual relation with any of them and I never talked to any of them about my kinky fantasies. So what does Linda mean here, and I had no idea she would have known that I had a secret crush on all of them. So I just reply, "Yeah, they're all really attractive women that I've done some fun things with over the years." And to that Linda says, "Well we know they're much more than that to you. We know that you've had a crush on ALL of them at some point in time". All I could say was, "How would you know that?" And Linda says, "Well, when girls get together they talk - a lot more than you might imagine. And when they talk about a guy they all know, they spill it all! So, to make your last day here more interesting for you, I've invited all of them here to observe and to participate in your delightful torment. And they've all agreed. And they're all here. Right now!!"

So I'm totally mortified by this turn of events. Except for Michelle, none of these gals have seen me anything close to being naked, not to mention all tied up, and I had no idea they all knew I had a crush on them. So I made a desperate plea: "Surely this is against the contract we both signed". But our lawyer Dom promptly crushed that argument saying, "We agreed only to not post any of the videos or photos of this event on the Internet or share them with anybody else. So we won't share the videos or photos with your girlfriends, but we didn't agree not to invite them to participate". Unfortunately, she was absolutely correct, I had no recourse whatsoever. But maybe they were just pulling my leg? With that, Linda removes my blindfold, and there standing before me, all with especially wicked smiles, are all six of my former secret flames!!!

I can't put into words how totally embarrassed I'm feeling right now, and I really don't know what to say. Heather breaks the ice and says, "You look really good, Jim. Totally naked and all tied up! You may recall that you lost a bet with me on our tennis matches that would have allowed me to throw a cream pie in your face, but we never got around to doing that. I'm hoping I get to do MUCH more than that to you here!" And Suzy chimes in saying, "Totally naked and all tie up that's how I like my men! We all got together last night to talk about you and we all decided that we want to participate with tormenting you, as well as just observing you being embarrassed. You never told me you were so kinky Jim, but this is going to be so much fun!" And Michelle adds, "You may recall that you and I had agreed to have a mud fight together during a mountain bike ride many years ago, but I insisted on having a handicap with your hands tied behind your back, and you actually agreed! We never did it, but I really want to do it today!"

And so it went. Kathy mentioned how I had once squirted shaving cream on the back of her neck during a trail run, and she had responded with a very loud DAMN YOU!, so she's looking for some revenge. Amy mentioned that she was possibly just as kinky as me, and I do recall that she enjoyed running through muddy areas, having messy fun in the bathroom, and enjoyed watching guys brush their teeth. None of my old flames knew how kinky I was and now it's all out in the open, and I don't really know how I feel about that. What I can say for sure is that this is going to be the most embarrassing day of my life!

Linda finally stepped up to say that it's time to start my day of torment. But she wanted to make sure our new participants were made aware of one particular convention. So she said, "We don't want Jim to be turned on by anything we plan to do to him. So whenever he does get turned on, we stop everything we're doing and make him cum, which makes his torment true torment and not a turn on. The added fun for us is that once we make him cum we continue stimulating his over sensitive penis tip for a good long while, which is unbearable torture for him, but a total delight for us. Since he's always naked it's easy to tell when he starts to get turned on, so everybody should be paying attention to his cock." Somehow saying all of this to six people I know was so much more embarrassing than when she said it to six total strangers.

Linda continues, "He's not obviously turned on now, but we always like to start his day with having him cum, because it takes him a while to recover, and so we have a good long while to torment him while he's in the correct mood. So I'm going to share with you his favorite form of masturbation, which he had shared only with me - and I can guarantee it will work. First he brushes his teeth with lots and lots of toothpaste, so that the paste foams out of his mouth and all over his face. Then he takes a bar of soap and lathers up his pubic hair, pausing many times to transfer gobs of soapy lather to his face and ears. Once his face and ears are adequately covered with soap he works on his cock and usually cums quickly. And when I do it too him, I usually shove that well lathered bar of soap in his mouth while I work on his cock." Well once again, Linda sharing this very personal experience with others was totally embarrassing for me, and especially so since she shared it with people I know.

"So let's get to it - any volunteers?" Amy immediately shouts out, "Oh my God, I want to be the one brushing his teeth!!" And Heather chimes in, "I want to lather him all up." And finally it's up to Suzy: "I want to make him cum." So Amy is given a large tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush, and Heather a bar of soap and some water. Amy starts brushing my teeth with great abandon, filling the toothbrush with toothpaste once every 10 seconds until the toothpaste is running all over me. And Heather goes to work on lathering up my pubic hair and covering my face with soap. When Heather pauses to transfer soap to my face, Suzy starts playing with my cock, trying to get a rise. In spite of my marathon cum-fest last night, the actions of these three very attractive gals manage to make me cum surprisingly quickly, and Heather immediately shoves the bar of soap into my mouth. Now comes the post-orgasm torture, which the gals had been briefed on earlier this morning. Suzy firmly holds onto the base of my cock while Heather takes the palm of her soapy hand and polishes away on my super sensitive penis tip. For good measure Linda brings out the industrial strength massager and the Sonicare toothbrush, giving the massager to Kathy and the Sonicare to Michelle. Jan gets into the game by holding onto the base of my cock while Kathy torments my penis tip with the massager for several minutes. Then Michelle takes the Sonicare, while Amy squirts a pile of toothpaste on my cock, and goes at my pee hole with abandon. They all really seem to be loving the reactions they get out of me with this kind of torment. They definitely have me in the mood they want now, and my former flames seem to be having great fun at my expense!!

Linda says, "Since his hands and feet are tied, and he already has a bar of soap in his mouth, why don't we take him over to the muddy trench." This appears to be a rather long trench of goopy mud, maybe a good 8 inches deep. Linda says, "Now Jim, we want you to hop back and forth along the trench until we say you can stop. We of course expect that you will fall into the mud many times, and then you'll need to get back up and continue hopping along." And Kathy says, "What if he drops the soap? I think he should have to pick it back up with his mouth before continuing on". Linda says, "Great suggestion Kathy! We want you gals to contribute any ideas that will make Jim's torment as embarrassing as possible." At which point Michelle pops in, "How about if we blindfold him?" "Oh great idea Michelle", said Linda, "That will make it harder for him to find the soap if he drops it!"

So they add a blindfold and off I hop into the trench. Linda always loved to make me do difficult things while she had me tied up, so this was surely one of her ideas. The mud is at least 8 inches deep, so hopping along in it is quite tiring, and it's definitely hard to keep my balance, and I can't really see where I'm going with the blindfold. I get only about 10 yards before taking a face-first plop into the mud. Didn't lose the soap, but it is not easy to get back onto my feet with my hands tied behind my back and feet tied together. I fall back into the mud several times before managing to stand up. But now I've lost my orientation since I can't see. I choose a direction and hop, only to run into the side of the trench, which sends me backwards into the mud. I get up fairly quickly this time, but now I must be very careful not to hop too far for fear of hitting the side. I get a bit further, maybe 20 more yards, before falling again - this time I fall backwards, which seems more awkward than falling face first. I have to roll over, get up on my knees, and then make a huge effort to spring up. Didn't make it the first time, but I made it the second time. However, in doing so I dropped the soap! So, back into the mud on my knees - Damn you Kathy - and I find that I can't just lower my head into the mud this way and pick up the soap. I need to lie down in the mud so that I can effectively use my mouth to pick up the bar of soap, but I don't really know where it went, or how deep into the mud it fell. So I have to hunt for it by moving my face around in the mud until I sense it with my tongue, which I am finally able to do. Next challenge is that I really need to bite into it to pick it up. So now I have a mouth full of mud, along with a mouth full of soap, and I still need to get back up onto my feet. Judging from the taunts, the gals are totally enjoying this. I make it back up, again on the second try after falling backwards, and I still have the bar of muddy soap in my mouth. So this continues for probably a good hour, with many falls, many drops of the soap, and many wrong turns along the trench, until the gals either tire of watching this or decide that I've had enough. This was certainly one of the most physically exhausting activities I've ever done.

"So what should we do to him next", Michelle excitedly asks. At which point Amy offers, "Actually I really enjoyed seeing Jim struggle to find the soap after he would drop many times over the last hour. What if we just found the deepest and muddiest spot in the trench and put 10 bars of soap somewhere along it and make him find and pick up all 10 with his mouth, while tied like this and blindfolded of course. And we wouldn't let him stop until he picked up all 10." "Oh, great idea Amy!", said Linda "I love that you gals are actively participating in humiliating Jim as much as possible. Please keep it up, because this day is all for you all!"

So Linda goes inside and picks out 10 bars of soap, probably trying to find the ones that she thinks will taste the most disgusting, and brings them out to the mud trench. I can hear some sounds like bars of soap plopping into the mud, but I can't really place where they are, just that they're not very near to where I'm standing. And I still have the blindfold on so I can't see where they might be. For good measure, Kathy says to me, "Now I want you to twirl around in a circle by hopping until I say you can stop. Then you can head out to first find the mud trench, and then lie down in it and search for the bars of soap. We'll help you out a bit by calling out colors: Red means you're going the wrong way, Orange means you're headed close to the right direction, but not very close to where the soap is located, Yellow means you're getting closer, and Green means you better start opening your mouth and looking for the soap. If we don't say anything, it just means we're not giving you a clue".

So I twirl around in a circle by hopping for at least 2 minutes before Kathy says I can stop. I'm now totally disoriented and have no clue what direction the mud trench is, but I pick a direction and start hopping. After 7 or 8 hops, I'm not getting any feedback, so I keep going. Finally Michelle calls out Red, which probably means I've been hopping away from the mud trench. So I hop around to reverse direction and take off with haste, hopefully toward the trench. Again I hear nothing for a while, until Heather calls out Orange, which I guess means I'm now closer to the trench, but maybe not heading straight for it. So I turn slightly toward my right and continue hopping, and Kathy calls out Yellow. With renewed confidence I hop a little more quickly, losing my balance quite spectacularly when I reach the trench, and in I go into the mud - which was my first goal. Now I'm lying down face first in the mud and I start to inch myself forward by kind of rolling back and forth - it's really difficult to make progress with my feet tied together and my hands tied behind my back. After struggling to gain about 10 yards, Jan yells out Red (she could have said that sooner). So I get up on my knees, and instead of turning around I just fall backwards, which makes me realize that I can make more progress on my back by pushing with bent knees - not sure why I didn't think of this before, but you know, I've never done this before. So now I'm making great progress - well, maybe like a few inches per second - and I get a quick Orange from Kathy, and then a yellow from Jan, and finally a Green from Amy. But I can't look for the bars of soap on my back, so I roll over and start hunting with my tongue. Hard to avoid getting a mouthful of mud, and I don't really know how close I am to any of the bars of soap, or if I already passed one. This is a really sadistic task Amy has forced me to do! But finally I feel a bar of soap with my tongue and attempt to pick it up with my teeth. After picking it up I sit up on my knees and fling the bar of soap off to the side, to a round of cheers from the gallery, and a comment of "Just nine more to go" from Amy.

I push on searching with my tongue, not knowing how close together the other bars of are, but I finally find another one. I'm starting to get really tired and discouraged that I won't be able to do this, and I'm thinking, "What if I just stop? I mean what could they do to me that they wouldn't have done anyway?" And then a familiar feeling comes over me, something I haven't felt much of yet this weekend. I'm starting the get turned on by my predicament, so I'm now loving the feel of the mud on my face as I move it back and forth, and I go at it with renewed vigor finding five more bars of soap in no time. But the last time I sit up to fling the bar of soap out of my mouth, Heather notices my hard cock and says, "Look girls, Jim is getting turned on by this and we don't want him to enjoy it. Michelle, now is your chance to mud wrestle him with his hand tied behind his back, and make him cum while you're at it!" So with virtually no hesitation Michelle jumps into the muddy trench (maybe fully clothed, can't see) and turns me over on my back, straddles me, and starts to bury me in mud and give me a muddy massage all over, which is a HUGE turn on!! She finally gets to my cock and has my squirting in no time, and of course continues polishing my penis head with lots of abrasive mud. My turned-on state of mind quickly evaporates as she continues to stimulate my super sensitive penis head. Michelle says, "I've wanted to do this to you for a long time. You may remember when we had our mud fight on the mountain bike ride, I stopped it when you got mud in my mouth, so now I get to have some revenge." With that she pinches my nose closed so I need to open my mouth and she starts filling my mouth with mud. I might have enjoyed that before cumming, but definitely not after. Then she said, "Don't you dare spit any of that mud out of your mouth until I'm done with you!" She continues polishing my knob for another 5 minutes or so, and finally gets off me and says, "You still need to find 3 more bars of soap sweety, so you'd best get to it." Man, I had no idea Michelle could be so sadistic! I eventually DID complete the task, and now I'm really tired and a totally wreck both physically and mentally, but the day is far from over.

So I'm told to hop back over toward the house, at which point Jan is given the hose to clean the mud off of me. The hose is actually quite powerful, and the water is ice cold. Jan says, "This is more fun than I would have guessed, especially blasting your placid cock. Do you think I can make it come to life?" Well, the powerful stream of cold water on my cock and balls is not turning me on, probably because Michelle got me off but good not too long ago. When she's satisfied that I'm sufficiently mud free, I'm ordered to hop into the house and then go down to the dungeon. Linda says, "There's lots of things we can do to him down here, but let's just start by stringing him up over here and then you gals can do anything you want to him." So they have me hop over one side of the room and first untie my legs and retie them to two large eye bolts in the floor so that my legs are spread quite far apart. Then they untie my hands, putt a cuff on each wrist, and stretch my arms up toward two large eyebolts in the ceiling, so I'm now securely fastened in a standing spread eagle with every square inch of my body available for whatever torment they care to give me.

Before proceeding any further, Linda says, "I expect he needs to pee by now, and we have a rule that he's allowed to pee only if one of us is holding onto his cock and letting him pee into a large cup. So who'd like to do the honors?" Suzy raises her hand and says, "This is something I've certainly never done before, but it could be fun." So Linda give her a cup, and Suzy grabs hold of my cock and says, Pee for me!" As always, it takes me a while to relax enough to pee and all the while Suzy is squeezing my cock and squeezing my balls. Eventually she takes her fingers to my pee hole and tried to open it up, saying "Does that help it come out?" That didn't help, but I eventually let loose with a large steam of pee that nearly filled the large cup. When Suzy flicked the last drop into the cup, Linda says, "Bye the way, I didn't tell you but he's now required to drink down all of his pee." And Kathy chimes in, "Oh how fun! Can I hold the cup for him?" So she puts the cup to my lips and says, "Drink!". I get almost all of it down fairly quickly, and she pours what's left over my head, just like we would often do with a Hash House Harriers down-down, only with beer instead of pee. And now Linda says, "He's all yours gals. Do your best with however you want to torment him. I gave you all a copy of the contract he signed, so you know about the few things that are off limits. And to honor Heather's request we've made up a bunch of very large and very creamy pies."

My six former flames huddle together and do lots of whispering, and laughing, and smiling - I'm sure they're going to really enjoy his. There are lots of torture devices in the dungeon, but Heather keeps wistfully eyeing all of the large cream pies sitting on the table, so she picks one up and walks over to me bringing it close to my face. "I've wanted to do this to you for a long time," she says taunting me, "and look at you all tied up and helpless. You can't stop me from doing this to you." And she smashes the large cream pie directly into my face. Kathy hands her two more pies, and Heather takes them both and smashes them on either side of my head with a classic pie sandwich. Heather turns to look at the table and says, "There are still seven more pies there, but I don't want to have all the fun." So everybody grabs a pie or two and has at it, plastering my chest, cock, butt, and more of my face, till I'm a truly sticky and disgusting mess. Heather says with a wicked smile, "Jim, I think you look great all covered in pie, and we're not going to clean you off anytime soon."

Well, I must confess that getting pied my six really attractive gals was turning me on, and try as I might there is nothing I can do to hide my slowly bulging cock. So Amy says, "Look what's happening to him girls. We need to stop everything and get him off quickly." So they find the industrial strength massager and Jan firmly grabs my cock and places the cup of the massager on my penis tip. As before, the sensation is super intense, but pleasurable enough to make me cum in less than a minute. I sure wish the pleasurable part had been longer because I know the distressful part will be MUCH longer. She keeps the massager on my penis tip for 3 or 4 minutes, then hands it off to Kathy who keeps in on for maybe another 5 minutes, and strung up like this there's nothing I can do to prevent it. Since Amy has this thing about teeth brushing she finds the Sonicare and some toothpaste, covers my cock with toothpaste, and goes directly at my pee hole with the Sonicare. Fortunately for Amy my restraints are holding me quite well.

So now I'm squarely back into a mood of truly not wanting to be tormented, which of course is what they want. They figure I'm in a perfect position for extreme tickle torture, so Kathy is tickling my pits and ribs from behind me, and Michelle is doing the same in front of me. Heather is sitting on a stool tickling my hips, and Suzy is doing the same tickling my butt. Jan is tickling the insides of my thighs, and Amy is still playing with my cock. I would truly love having this done to me before cumming, but when I'm not turned on tickling is just pure torture for me, and I seem to be more ticklish when I really don't WANT to be tickled!! This goes on for about half an hour, until their hands got tired I guess, because my struggling reactions never stopped.

Suzy finally says, "How about if we give him some cock, ball, and butt torture?" "Wonderful idea," says Michelle, "and there's some thin cord over here that I can use to bind his cock and balls." With that Michelle sits on a stool and raps it tightly around my balls until they are bulging, and around my limp cock, making it somewhat less limp. Now they look for some torture tools. Kathy finds the fly swatter and uses it like a tennis racquet, swatting away at my bulging balls, which are nicely expose because of my widely spread legs. Tying my balls to the point of bulging makes the pain much worse, and restrained like I am, there's nothing I can do to prevent her from continuing to swat away - such a vulnerable feeling, one that I would "enjoy" had I not just been forced to cum. Kathy gives the fly swatter to Heather who starts swatting my cock, concentrating on my still tender penis tip. While all this is happening, Suzy finds a paddle and goes after my butt cheeks with it with great abandon! She says, "Wow, I've never done this to anybody before, but this is really liberating! I want to see your butt get really red." I can't see it, but I can certainly feel it, and I'm guessing it is getting suitably red. I'm also starting to cry out with each whack, so Suzy says, "I think we should gag him, because I don't want to hear him cry like that." "Yes! How about if we use a soap gag?" offers Amy. And she quickly shoves a bar of soap firmly into my mouth. "Nice," says Jan, "it adds to his humiliation, and it's so appropriate for getting his butt paddled." I can see one more torture device dangling in plain sight, and I'm hoping like hell they don't decide to use it on me. Quickly dashing my hopes, Jan says, "His butt has gotten nicely red now, so it should be ready for some swats with that whip hanging over there. I've never used one of these things, but I'm anxious to try it on him. His list of off-limit torments includes leaving visible marks on his body, but his butt is not normally visible so I think this should be OK. And the marks will go away soon enough." Since nobody objected, Jan grabs the whip and says, "Are you ready for this, Jim?" I mumbled something through my soap gag like, "Hell No," but I don't think I could be understood. My butt was already hurting, so this was likely to be really painful. With that thought in my mind, Jan starts whipping away. The first one was very soft, but on my already tender butt it still made me jump. She gradually started to whip my butt harder and harder, I guess to observe my reactions, which were just muffled grunts through my soap gag. But they were getting more difficult to endure, and Jan finally says, "OK Jim, I'm going to whip you just one more time, but I'm going to go all out because I may never get to do this to anybody ever again. Are you ready?" And with that she gives me one more crashing blow. It's so intense that I bite clear through my soap gag, leaving only half of it in my mouth. Linda has been observing all of this, and she says, "I'm really delighted by what you gals have been doing to Jim so far. This is exactly what I was hoping for, and I hope you keep it up."
With that, Kathy says, "Maybe we should move on to some other kind of torment now. What should we do to him next?" Heather quickly says, "I'd love to feminize him. He was always proud of being a total man, so this should be truly humiliating for him." And Michelle says, "I like it. I guess we can't dress him up because the contract states that he must be totally naked for the entire time, but maybe we could make him wear high heels - that shouldn't detract in any way from being totally naked. And we could put lots of girly makeup on him. And, Oh, we can also shave his arms, legs, chest, back, pubic hair, arm pits, face, just not the hair on the top of his head since that was one of the few things specifically off limits." "Oh how fun," says Kathy. "Lets get to it."

First they need to clean all of the cream pie off of me, and the dungeon has a drain conveniently located directly under where they have me strung up. So Michelle hoses me down while I'm still strung up, removing most of the pie, and then Heather shampoos my hair and soaps up the rest of me to get me totally clean, even of whatever mud remained from my morning in the muddy trench. And Amy, being Amy, insists on brushing my teeth, using much more toothpaste than necessary of course. Then Kathy says, "You know, keeping him strung up like this is probably the best way for us to shave him." And Linda says, "And there are many cans of shaving cream right here over on that shelf."

This really is going to be humiliating for me. I've never shaved anything on my body except for my face. And for sure, I never wanted to. And Heather was right, I've never had any cross-dressing fantasies and I've always thought of myself as the total guy. So they start with my legs, liberally applying shaving cream to both legs, all the way up to my crotch. Heather takes a razer and works slowly on my right leg, and Kathy does the same to my left leg. Then they cover my chest with shaving cream and Jan does the honors on my chest hair, which had gotten fairly long. She also shaves both of my arm pits. I also have lots of hair on my back, so that gets all shaved off also. Amy want to shave my face, so she covers my face in much more shaving cream than would be needed, and carefully gets rid of all the stubble that had built up over the last few days. To get at my arms, which are still stretched up over my head, Michelle gets up on a two-step ladder, smears shaving cream on them, and slowly removes all of the hair on my arms. So that just leaves my public hair, and the honor goes to Suzy. "I've never done this to a guy before," says Suzy, "so I hope you trust me." Well, I didn't have much choice but to let her do it, whether I trusted her or not. She decides to first trim most of it with a barber's scissors to get better visibility. Then she lathers me all up down there and goes at it very slowly with the razor. And finally my body is totally hair free, except for my head, I guess for the first time since I was born. This alone is really humiliating and leaves me feeling even more naked and vulnerable. But I have to admit that it was not on my off-limits list.

Strangely I'm finding this added vulnerability to be a real turn on, and my cock is starting to give me away. All of the girls notice it almost at the exact same time, because they were all staring at their handiwork. Suzy says, "I thought for sure you would get hard while I was shaving your pubic hair, but maybe you were too afraid I would shave something other than hair. But now we have to do something about this." So toothpaste girl Amy grabs a tube of toothpaste and covers my cock and balls with a large handful of the stuff, and starts to play with my cock and balls, just rubbing the toothpaste all around, and adding more every 30 seconds or so. For sure, nobody has ever done this to me, and I'm starting the feel the heat, but I'm so turned on by now that I don't mind the heat. She fairly quickly makes me cum, and continues with using the palm of her hand on my now super sensitive penis tip. Now I definitely DO mind the heat!! Not sure how long she keeps this up, but of course she eventually calls for the Sonicare, and I'm in for another few minutes of agony on my pee hole. When the Sonicare battery dies Amy seems quite disappointed, but she quickly changes her mood and cries out, "Does anybody have a Q-tip?" And Linda quickly brings her a bunch. Amy says, "I read about a ProDom who always carried a tube of toothpaste with her, and I was intrigued enough to text her asking what she would do with the toothpaste. She said she liked to take a Q-tip, cover it with a bunch of toothpaste, and shove it down a guy's pee hole, coating his urethra with toothpaste. It doesn't do any permanent damage, but it burns like hell for a while. So Jim, honey, I'm going to coat you urethra with toothpaste. Hope you enjoy it for a while!" Wow, I had absolutely no idea that Amy could be this sadistic, and if I hadn't just cum I would have been really turned on by her. But I have a feeling I'm not going to like what she's doing to me. Sure enough, she really does take the Q-tip and smear it all around in the pile of toothpaste around my balls, and then sticks it into my pee hole, and moves it up and down. It actually doesn't hurt much at all, but Amy says, "You should know that toothpaste in your urethra has a delayed reaction, so you might not feel it much until you pee the next time. I just wanted to be sure to give you something to remember me by." How could I NOT remember Amy, the toothpaste girl!!

Kathy says, "So now that Jim is all cleaned up and hair free, it's time for us to apply some girly makeup. Maybe it would be best to tie him to a chair for that." Linda quickly brings over a suitable chair, saying, "We have several chairs, with effective restraints built in. Here's one that should work." It's actually a swivel Barber Chair, highly modified with restraints for arms, legs, and torso. So they untie my legs from the eyebolts on the floor and lower my arms just enough so I can sit in the chair. Then they fasten my legs to the chair restraints and then lower my arms all the way down and fasten them to the restraints in the chair arms. I've been quite fascinated with the care they have been taking all weekend to ensure that I be truly restrained in some way 100% of the time they have me as their captive. Indeed, that requirement was one of the main things that attracted me to being their victim for the weekend. Anyway, now that I'm securely restrained in the chair (and I can better feel my sore butt while sitting down) they start applying makeup to my face. I don't know what all of this stuff is, they start by smearing something all over my face. Then they used lots of brushes like they were painting my face with something, a little powder here and there. Then they went to work on my eyes, first having me close my eyes while they worked on my eyelids, and eyebrows, and then they worked on my eyelashes with some kind of a brush. Then I get a manicure and pedicure, and get my toenails and fingernails polished: deep purple for my toenails and black for my fingernails. And lastly they add bright red lipstick to my lips. I'm dying to see what they've done to me, so they bring over a large mirror, and they really have made me totally unrecognizable, and I'm feeling really embarrassed - not really humiliated, but REALLY embarrassed. Not done yet, they promised to force me to walk around in high heels, of course with my hands tied behind my back. So they undo the restraints on my arms and have me stand up while they quickly tie my hands behind my back. Then I sit back down while they remove the restraints on my legs and fit me into a pair of high heel shoes with rather spiky heels. And then they make me try to stand up. No need to tie my legs together - this is a much more difficult predicament. I swear I have no idea why women put up with this. Heather says, "OK Jim, we want you now to walk around to show off your new look." Well I do move around a bit, but I'm not sure anyone would call it walking, and now I AM feeling really humiliated so I think they've succeeded quite nicely with what Heather wanted to do to me!

So as I'm wondering around the dungeon, all made up and carefully balancing in my high heels, trying not to fall down, Michelle starts sizing up the Electric Chair sitting smack in the middle of the room and calls out, "Holy shit, is this really what I think it is?" Linda walks over and assures her, "Yes it was a real executioner's electric chair which we acquired for next to nothing after it was decommissioned, and we made some extensive modifications to it. Our dungeon master could tell you more about it. This is where Jim has been spending the last two nights, in a state of very effective forced sleep deprivation." "Oh wow," says Michelle, "can we see how it works?" At this point the dungeon master comes over and says, "After his last epic episode in the chair I asked Jim if he would ever consent to having it done to him again, and he said might, if he ever recovered from having spent two stressful nights in it." At which point Linda says, "Hey, he doesn't need to consent to anything. We get to do anything we want to him, save for the 5 measly items on his off-limits list, so of course we can put him back on the chair now if you want." And all of my former flames respond in unison: "Yes, we want!"

So Linda and the dungeon master get me over to the chair, tie my legs back together, untie my hands, and allow me to carefully slide my asshole onto the dildo. They then securely strap my arms, torso, and legs onto the chair, and fasten the electrodes to my penis. The dungeon master explains to the gals, "Both the dildo sticking in his asshole and the electrodes around his penis area are controlled by my laptop to give him electrical shocks or intense stimulation. During the night the computer was programed to give him periodic shocks, which were sufficiently severe and frequent that there was no conceivable way he could get any sleep. I'm going to put the controls on manual mode now and let you play with him. The portable touch screen has a start and stop button, and an intensity bar that can be moved up and down, from Zero to Full. There's also a Danger indicator on the bar that's at about 70% of Full intensity that I decided was the maximum we should ever subject any guy to. But then again Jim is the first guy we've ever tried this thing on, so who knows what he can take. There's also a mark on the bar at fairly low intensity. At this level the stimulation is not painful, but it causes an unbearably distressful feeling in his penis that drives him crazy, and as we found out last night, can actually make him cum because he had 6 orgasms, followed by 6 EXTREMELY distressful sessions of post orgasm torture. So he's all yours gals to have some fun with!"

Michelle seems so excited she could actually pee her pants. She quickly grabs the touch screen and hits the start button, which turns on the massive transformer. Michelle says, "Wow, that thing sounds like it could be really powerful!" The Dungeon Master chimes in with, "Actually I've limited the absolute maximum power by quite a bit, relative to what was used to kill people, so what is called Full is much less than what it could be capable of. I may change that as we learn more by using it on real victims like Jim." Now I start to feel a tingling in my penis, so Michelle is obviously slowly ramping up the intensity. She brings it up to the distressful stimulation level and leaves it there for a while, causing me to squirm as much as my restraints allow, and moan audibly. Then she drops the intensity back down for a bit, as starts to bring it back up. I can actually see the intensity level on the separate laptop screen, and she's going past the lower mark now and the sensation is getting painful. This causes me to tense all of my muscles so they can clearly see that I'm in much pain. "Oh how fun," says Kathy. After a good 5 minutes of this I'm able to nearly relax and just accept the pain. Michelle then brings the intensity back down to the lower mark, where my penis and asshole are just being subjected to unbearable stimulation. She keeps it there for another 5 minutes, and nearly brings me to an unwanted orgasm, but then starts to ramp it up again into the painful range, quickly snuffing out any possible orgasm. She brings the intensity up passed where she had stopped before. It's still below the Danger mark, but it feels pretty dangerous to me. Again I tense my muscles and try to endure the pain. The minutes go by, and I'm never able to relax, but I'm not totally destroyed either. The gals are all taunting me and clearly enjoying being able to subject me to this kind of mental and physical torment. Michelle brings the intensity back done to the lower mark and I go into the building orgasm mode, which is driving me crazy with the sensations on my penis. Then Kathy says, "Can I take control? I'd really want to bring him up to the Danger mark to see how he reacts." Man, I really had no idea these gals could be so sadistic!. So Michelle hands her the touch screen and Kathy quickly takes it up to the level that Michelle ended at, and then slowly starts raising it. I'm definitely starting to shudder massively, every muscle is tensing, and my mind is saying, "I don't know if I can endure this". But of course I have no choice but to endure it, and Kathy is smiling like I've never seen her smile before. It's a very wicked smile, and I can tell she's enjoying the power she has over me now. She keeps slowly increasing the intensity until it reaches the Danger mark, and she leaves it there. I'm now in great pain, but it's a strange kind of pain. My penis feels like it's being cut with knives, but I know that's not true. And I keep making this hopeless effort to move my penis away from the electrodes, and that failure only adds to my mental distress. Then Heather says, "Kathy, take him above the Danger mark." Again I'm shocked (literally) at how sadistic these gals can be, but I can only think about the pain. Kathy increase the intensity above the Danger mark, and I'm now starting to go into really wild shuddering, and yanking violently at all of my restraints. After only 30 seconds of this Heather says, "It looks like the Danger mark is rather accurate. Maybe we should drop the intensity back down to the lower mark and leave it there for a long time to see how he responds to that."

So Kathy says, "Geez gals, I was just getting started." But she reluctantly hands the touch screen to Heather who brings it down to the lower mark. "It's time for some good post orgasm torture," says Heather, "so let's see if this will make him cum." Well, based on last night, I KNOW it will make me cum. The sensation was truly like nothing I had ever experienced before. The sensations on my penis are so intense it's hard to call them pleasurable. It's quite unbearable, and yet it actually forces me to cum, but it takes a while. "What kind of an automatic sequence were you using last night that made him cum 6 times?" asked Heather. "Well," the Dungeon Master replied, "it was a totally random sequence with longish on-periods at the lower setting. But it did cut out periodically to let him recover a bit now and then." And Heather said, "What if we just kept it on at that level continuously? I really want to see what that does to him."

So I'm now just getting stimulated at the lower intensity. It's not what you'd call painful, but it's not pleasurable either - it's just really intense stimulation that is maddening to endure, both physically and mentally. I would not have thought that this kind of stimulation would make me cum, especially knowing that it only gets much worse after I cum. But the reality of being a masochist is just knowing that you will absolutely HATE the outcome only produces much more of a sexual turn on, especially when you have absolutely no control over what's being done to you. So I'm writhing in what I'm sure looks like total agony for a good 20 minutes, maybe more, with this continuous, sadistic, intense stimulation, when I finally let loose of a long orgasm, spewing cum all over me, and all over the electrodes, which seems to make the intensity higher - or maybe it's just the effect of my post-orgasm state of mind. In any case, I'm now truly hating what Heather is doing to me, and she's just going to keep it up with no letup. Once again my mindset says I just can't endure this any longer, but I have no choice! I involuntarily struggle against my restraints to no avail whatsoever, which the gals just love. Then Amy says, "What if we add the Sonicare toothbrush to his torment to make it even worse!" So she grabs the Sonicare, turns it on, and brings it down onto my pee hole and scrubs away. This added torment makes me struggle even more violently. I'm never getting to the point of just accepting my torment or my predicament. This really is the worst thing they've been able to do to me all weekend. And it doesn't stop. And I don't stop struggling. And it just goes on and on and on! Finally, after 30 minutes or so the battery on the toothbrush gives out and they apparently agree that I've had enough. Heather hits the stop button on the touch pad.

Linda and the Dungeon Master unhook the electrodes from my cock and balls, and release the restraints holding my torso and arms to the chair, allowing me to rise off of the dildo that has been impaling my ass. Suzy then dutifully ties my hands behind my back, unhooks the straps holding my legs to the chair, and reties my legs together so I can stand up. I'm now a total and absolute wreck, both physically and mentally. And I haven't had any sleep for almost 60 hours. But I'm thinking that my weekend of constant torment at the hands of all these sadistic women will soon be coming to an end. But first I mention to no one in particular that, "I really need to pee!" So Amy grabs a cup, grabs my cock, and says, "Pee". This never gets any more comfortable, and I'm having trouble relaxing enough to let it flow. But finally I feel the pee coming up, and then it happens - I get a super sharp pain in my penis as the pee begins to come out, and I immediately tense up forcing it to stop. "I warned you that would happen," said Amy, "the pee is activating the toothpaste that is still in your urethra." So I bite the bullet and try to relax, but once again I get the sharp pain that causes me to involuntarily tense up and stop the flow. This goes on for another 4-5 minutes, and finally I say, "I don't think I can do it, but I really need to pee." At this point Jan steps up and says, "Why don't we put a catheter down your cock and into your bladder to empty it. That should also be delightfully humiliating for you. I've got one in my medical bag out in my car." Jan is a registered nurse and doesn't travel anywhere without her medical bag. She returns promptly with a catheter and says, "How should we do this? Since he needs to drink it why don't we just run the other end of the catheter into his mouth. But we need his head to be lower than his cock." And Linda says, "We have just the thing for that." And she rolls out an inversion table, they quickly strap me to it, and turn me upside down. Now Jan lubes up one end of the catheter and starts feeding it into my pee hole. This is indeed embarrassing and it's a rather unpleasant feeling. "I usually do this fairly quickly to minimize the pain and the uncomfortable feeling, but for you," Jan says with a wicked smile, "I want make you as uncomfortable as possible." So she slowly pushes the catheter into my cock, and pulls it in and out a bit, then goes a little deeper, moving it back and forth like she's cleaning my urethra. This really is unpleasant. Every time she moves the catheter it makes me winch. Finally she senses that she is close to my bladder and she sticks the other end of the catheter in my mouth, saying, "Try not to spill any of it!" Pretty soon, out it comes, down the tube and into my mouth. I do spill some of the pee onto my face because I'm having trouble swallowing upside down, so she moves the inversion table to a half-way point and I'm able to get it all down. My pee never tastes great, but I finally get it all down, and Jan slowly removes the catheter, pausing just before the end and moving it up and down again tormenting my urethra before pulling it totally out. "Well, that was fun," Jan said, "I never expected I'd ever get to stick a catheter in you Jim." For my part, that was indeed unexpected, and MOST embarrassing.

Linda comes over with a bunch of 3x5 cards and says to me, "We've got enough time to do one more thing to you before we have to get you back to your car by 7 pm, so it should be something good that you'll remember us by. I've put 5 good options on these cards and I'm going to let your 6 girlfriends decide what they want to do to you by a secret ballot." So she hands a card and a pencil to Heather, Kathy, Michelle, Jan, Suzy, and Amy and they each go and make their choice, and give the cards back to Linda. She looks them over, and walks over to me, looks me in the eye, and says with a smile, "It's unanimous Jim. All 6 of your girlfriends want to tar and feather you!" Well I'm not sure what to think about that. Getting covered in tar and feathers is probably the most humiliating thing they could do to me, and they ALL want to do it to me!! And Linda adds, "And that's the way we'll return you to your car this evening. You might need to call in sick for a few days while you spend lots of time cleaning yourself up."

"Maybe you'll be somewhat relieved to hear," Linda says to me, "that we won't be using REAL tar, but we will be heating it up a bit. We have a 5-gallon bucket that we will mix a gallon each of thick maple syrup, thick molasses, Elmer's glue, wall paper paste, and black paint. Then we will spend some time covering every square inch of your body with this very sticky goo. And you know what comes next." So I'm ordered to get myself up the dungeon stairway and to hop outside over to a set of metal bars that might have been a swing set at one time. Linda tells my girlfriends to tie me up to the contraption in some kind of a standing spread eagle while she prepares the tar. "And then you can torment him anyway you want until we're ready with the tar," she says to them. So there's plenty of rope around and a hammer and two sturdy stakes. Kathy unties my feet and tells me to spread my legs as wide as I can. She then ties one rope around my left ankle, attaches it to one of the stakes, and pounds the stake into the ground. Heather does the same thing to my right leg. Then Suzy unties my hands from behind my back, ties a rope to my left wrist and the other end onto the metal frame, raising my arm up. And Jan does the same thing to my right arm. So now I'm securely tied in a standing spread eagle, awaiting my fate. They next gang up on me and start tickling my ribs, pits, hips, butt - many sets of hands relentlessly tickling the shit out of me. This goes on for quite a while and finally Amy says, "Do you think we can make him cum?" Well, I had actually been starting to get turned on a bit by the tickling, and hearing Amy say that, and thinking about getting tared and feathered really DID get me turned on because I was back into a masochistic frame of mind. So Amy says, "Let's give him one more of his favorite masturbations, because I want to get to brush his teeth again. So they get all of the essential stuff and go at me. Amy fills my mouth with globs of toothpaste and water and scrubs away until there's toothpaste foaming out all over me. Kathy takes a bar of soap and says, "Hey, he doesn't have any pubic hair anymore, so I'm going straight to his head." She shampoos my hair with the bar of soap, and manages cover my entire head, face, ears, neck in a pile of soapy lather. Meanwhile Heather is soaping up my cock and balls, and Suzy is soaping up my butt and sticking a soapy finger in my asshole. In spite of having cum not too long ago from the electro stimulation I manage to have a surprisingly intense orgasm and Heather just continues to use the palm of her hand to polish my sensitive pee hole. This is something you never get used to, and I always hate it. And now I'm definitely dreading getting tarred and feathered. Once again, this is exactly the frame of mind they want me to be in for their final torment.

Right on que, Linda wheels out the 5-gallon bucket of very sticky thick black goo, and gives everybody a large paint brush. "Go at it girls," Linda says, "and don't leave a square inch of his body uncovered." So all 6 of my former flames pick up a brush and start painting my body. The goo is quite warm, bordering on hot, but it's not burning my skin. Kathy is covering my chest and arms from the front, Heather my back and arms from behind. Jan is covering my legs from the front, Suzy from behind. Michelle is working on my cock and balls and hip area from the front, and Suzy is working on my butt. That leaves only my head, so they bring out a ladder and Kathy climbs up with the bucket and empties it over my head, covering my hair, face, ears, neck with the really sticky black goo. Then they step back to admire their work, touching up areas they missed. "I thing we did good!" Kathy says, "I never thought I'd ever get to do this to somebody, but this was so much fun!!" "And now for the feathers," Michelle says. They slash open 3 large down pillows, and using the ladder again start to make me a bird. Covering me entirely with feathers turns out to be a little harder than they thought, so Heather says, "I think he needs to be lying on the ground for the final touch." So they systematically untie my arms from the metal frame, and tie my hands behind my back again. And then untie my feet from the stakes and tie my feet together again. "OK," Michelle says, "lie down on your stomach first." Once I'm lying down, they pour feathers all over my back side, all up and down from head to toe. The Michelle says, "OK, now roll over on your back." And then they pour feathers all up and down my front side, from head to toe. "OK Jim," says Heather, "now stand up so we can look you over." As always, I have trouble standing up with my feet tied together and hands tied behind my back, not to mention when I'm covered in tar and feathers. But once I'm standing up the girls all give me hoots and cat calls, obviously satisfied with their work. The sticky goo feels really uncomfortable on my body, but I'm sure that's what they hoped for. And the down feathers are making me uncomfortably warm, like wearing a down jacket in the summer time. I can't see what I look like, so Linda brings out a large mirror, and says to me, "What do you think?" And I replied, "I think you've all outdone yourselves in humiliating me."..And she just said, "Good. I've finally gotten my revenge. For now, at least."

It's finally time to say goodbye to my girlfriends. "I hope you all had a good time, at my expense," I said through the tar and feathers covering my mouth. "I'm sure I'll be embarrassed to look each of you in the eye from this day forward. I really had no idea any of you had it in you to be this sadistic, but I can't say I'm really disappointed." Kathy said, "I'm sure we all had a great time tormenting the shit out of you for an entire day." And Michelle said, "Bye the way, you may have noticed that we've all been taking lots of pictures of you with our phones today, and we did not sign anything regarding what we might do with them. So if I ever tell you to do something for me, you'd better do it, or else!".."Go's for me too," said Heather, followed by a chorus of "Me too."

They plop me in the back of the van, which is now covered in a plastic sheet, and put a blindfold on me for the trip back to my car. They really don't want me to know where this place is. The drive back takes a long time, and when they finally stop the van they remove my blindfold, untie my feet and hands, and give me back the keys to my car. They open the door and let me out, but we're not at the parking lot where my car is parked. So I say, "Wait, where is my car?" And Linda says, "You need to walk up this road for about 2 miles, turn right at the first traffic light, walk another mile down that road and the parking lot will be on your left. Hope you enjoy the rest of your day, and we may be contacting you again. And Oh, you might want this for your car. Don't say I never gave you anything." Linda hands me a roll of plastic sheeting and drives off.