The drive to the weekend retreat property was quite long, and being blindfolded I couldn't tell anything about what direction we were going. Indeed, the gals had wanted to be sure that I would not be able to identify the property after they released me. Linda took the time to taunt me about what they were going to do to me in the next 48 hours. She said, "Given your masochistic sexual fetishes you probably thought you were going to enjoy this, but let me assure you: you will definitely NOT enjoy it! We know all too well what happens to the pitiful male sex drive after orgasm, and we'll be using that to our delightful advantage, and to your considerable distress. We'll be torturing you in many ways, and all of this torture will occur when your sexual excitement is virtually nonexistent. Whenever we notice your cock getting slightly hard you'll be brought to a quick orgasm, and the torture will begin again. You might think that you'll be able to prevent the orgasm, but you won't! Even though you'll know exactly what's going to happen to you afterwards, you're lack of self-control will be pathetically obvious. And rest assured that we know all about how sensitive the male penis tip gets after orgasm, and boy are we going to have fun seeing how you react to all the things we're going to do to it after you cum."

I couldn't help but notice that Linda was now using the word "torture" quite a lot; whereas, before getting me tied up and totally at their mercy she had been using the word "torment". I'm thinking this is probably not an irrelevant detail.

We finally arrived at the destination for my "tortures", after going down a long bumpy road, and I'm let out of the van and allowed to see again. There was a large house surrounded by lots of property. Linda said they were a long way from the main road and a long way from any neighbors, so even if I screamed nobody would hear me. Why did she say I might scream? I still had my feet tied together and my hands tied behind my back, and I was ordered to follow them into the house, which meant hopping rather awkwardly, much to their delight. The ground leading up to the house was a little muddy and slippery, but I managed to make it up to the porch steps without falling. The steps were a challenge, but I was able to get up after a few tries. I was thinking now about all of the times that Linda had delighted in playing handicap games with me, and those fond memories resulted in an almost immediate erection - much to my demise it would turn out.

It's impossible to hide an erection when you're completely naked, and one of the girls looked at my rising cock and said "We need to do something about that cock immediately". So, two of the gals picked me up and set me onto a table that was equipped with lots of straps. It was kind of like a horizontal St. Andrews cross, except that the arm restraints were straight out like a crucifixion cross. My legs were spread wide apart and each strapped down very securely in four places: at my ankles, above and below my knees, and right below my crotch. My arms were also strapped down in three places. My hips and chest were very firmly strapped to the middle support of the table, and my head was strapped down via a ball gag. I forgot to mention that the contract I had signed stated that there would be no safe word - which I wouldn't have been able to use anyway with the ball gag in place. My throbbing cock and I were now totally vulnerable to whatever they wanted to do to me. I really couldn't move at all, but for now at least I was still turned on.

Once I was fully strapped in, Linda came over and stood between my spread legs and looked at my hard cock. She said "It's going to be my job to make you cum whenever we see you starting to regain your sexual excitement. This time will be easy because you don't yet fully understand what's going to happen to you once you cum. The second, third, fourth, fifth times will probably get progressively harder, but I know from experience what it takes to get you off even when you try to prevent it."

She was totally correct about it being easy this time I was so turned on that I came with a full-blown orgasm in about 2 minutes with very little effort on Linda's part. Then the advertised true torture began. Linda backed away and two other gals took over torturing my super-sensitive penis tip with total abandon. They had been waiting for 8 months for a chance to do this, so there was no letting up with the stimulation. One gal held the base of my cock tightly while the other gal used the palm of her hand on my penis head, like she was polishing an apple. The sensation was truly unbearable, but I was totally immobile and could do nothing to stop it. After several minutes of this she produced a length of cloth and proceeded to rub it back and forth on my poor penis tip like she was shining the tip of somebody's shoe. That was even more unbearable than the palm of her hand because it was more abrasive, and went on for another several minutes, but it seemed like several hours. Then they brought out some kind of a very powerful vibrator with a concave tip that just fit around my penis tip. I actually have something like this myself made by Wahl, but the thing they had was SO much more powerful. This thing really drove me crazy, and I wasn't sure how much more I could take without passing out, but they finally stopped. I had seen lots of Post Orgasm Torture videos on the Internet, but nothing I saw was as extreme as what they put me through. And Linda was correct again - I did NOT enjoy it and I was now totally void of any sexual excitement and truly dreading what lay ahead.

The gal who'd been firmly holding the base of my now-limp cock said, "Now that we have you in the correct frame of mind it's time for some more torturing." The gals huddled together discussing what they wanted to try on me next. There were so many things they wanted to do to me, but because my cock and balls were so nicely exposed they chose to do a little cock and ball torture. With this table, my balls were indeed freely hanging down between the support structure for my legs and the one for my torso. They got out some narrow cord and tied the base of my balls so that they bulged out, and tied my cock off so that it stuck upwards, even though it was now limp. They then used a fly swatter to smack the hell out of my cock and balls. Again, this was such an incredibly vulnerable position because I could not move out of the way at all to prevent getting pummeled by the fly swatter. This went on for quite a long time since each of the 7 girls wanted to take a turn - many of them a rather LONG turn. My head was still strapped down to the table by the ball gag, so I couldn't see my cock and balls, but I'm guessing they were quite red by the merciful end. I had never before experience any CBT and I always wondered whether or not I was enjoy it. For sure, I did NOT enjoy THIS, but then I still don't know what it would be like had I been sexually excited.

So now they go into another huddle to discuss what to do next. One of the gals finally comes over and says, "Linda tells us that you enjoy being tickled, but we bet you've never been tickled post orgasm, and never been tickled by 7 girls at once!!" So they gather around the table, 2 gals tickling the soles of my feet, 2 tickling my hips, 2 tickling my ribs, and one above my head tickling my arm pits. I really, really DO enjoy being tickled, but they were correct again: I'd never been tickled post orgasm and this was actually a frightening experience. Always before, tickling was just play for me - a means to heighten arousal prior to having sex, and something that I willfully would submit to. But THIS was a totally different experience - they were being absolutely ruthless and I was NOT in the mood to be tickled. But I was once again TOTALLY helpless to prevent it. I could feel panic setting in, and I thought I might pass out at some point. The extent of my futile struggles only fueled the desire of the gals to be more ruthless. At some point, probably after a half hour or so of constant tickling by 7 energetic gals, I stopped trying to fight it. Maybe I went into what's called subspace - I never really knew what that was. I just started to lie there and accept the punishment, because there was nothing I could do to prevent it, and the panic started to slowly go away. Then, much to my surprise, I could feel my cock starting to get a bit hard - this was a NICE feeling - but NO! I don't want to go through another round of sadistic Post Orgasm Torture!!! Maybe I can calm down before anybody notices. Then I hear Linda's voice: "Look girls, he seems to be enjoying this WAY too much! Keep tickling him and I'll make quick work of that hard cock." So Linda walks off to get something and returns to stand between my spread-out legs. She has a bottle of liquid soap that she liberally applies to my cock and proceeds to use a technique that never failed to get me off in a hurry. She grabbed my cock firmly and slid her hand up from the base all the way past the tip and back. It felt really good, but I knew what they were going to do to my penis tip if I came, so I really, really tried NOT to give in. But it was no use: I was now totally turned on by all the tickling and Linda's expert hands got me very quickly once again to the point of no return. It was a strange experience, because I really did NOT want to cum, but I absolutely could NOT prevent it. And even though I KNEW they would be sadistically torturing my cock head after I came, and even though I KNEW I would absolutely HATE it, that very thought somehow turned me on even more. Linda was right: they had me totally under their control.

So I have another mind blowing orgasm and a very brief moment of bliss, and then the torture starts again with abandon. Two of the gals who were tickling me immediately go to work on my super sensitive penis tip - and it seems even more sensitive than the first time. They went through the same torture scheme, starting with polishing the apple - which was even more torturous with all that soap on my cock; then they go to the shining the tip with the cloth; then the vibrator with the concave attachment. I'm going totally nuts by now because my penis tip is more sensitive than before, and it's staying that way! But I'm thinking, this is the last technique so it must be almost over. I can get through this. Wrong again: somebody brings out an electric toothbrush and she shows it to me with a very sadistic smile - it's a SONICARE toothbrush for Christ's sake - the thing that can damage your gums if you don't start using it at low speed for the first few weeks. They turn the thing on at full speed and bring it down toward my penis tip!! Again, one gal is firmly holding the base of my cock, and the rest of my body is totally strapped down unable to move out of the way. The other gal starts moving the toothbrush closer and closer to my penis tip and I'm bracing for what is going to be an unbelievable sensation. I reflexively try to move out of the way, but I can't. But then she turns it off. Thank God, they were just fucking with my mind there, right?. But wait, she says "Since we're using a toothbrush, shouldn't we be using toothpaste with it?" So one of the gals runs to get a tube of toothpaste and she squirts a huge gob all over my penis head. I can immediately feel the burn, making it even more sensitive, if that's possible! They turn the Sonicare back on, and bring it down slowly toward my cock. I'm thinking maybe this is another mind fuck, and she'll stop just before reaching my penis tip. But NO!! She didn't stop!! The Sonicare toothbrush is scrubbing the tip of my penis!! She's moving it all around, including right at the pee hole!! I have NEVER, EVER felt anything as excruciating as this, but I'm TOTALLY helpless to prevent it - nothing I do moves my penis tip even slightly out of the way of this diabolical device. I have no idea how long she kept it there because time just stopped for me at that point. Eventually she turned it off - maybe because I put blood play on my off-limits list, and this thing could surely have drawn blood.

This was apparently the end of the Post Orgasm Torture for now because the girls huddled up again to decide what to do to me next. After a bit of discussion, one of the girls said, "Why don't we just tickle the shit out of him again. I really loved seeing the look of panic on his face, and maybe we can get him hard again for more POT with the toothbrush." Everybody but me seemed to think that was a great idea, so all 7 of them went at my most ticklish spots with no let up for about 10-15 minutes. I'm sure they got the desired look of panic from me, but nothing close to a hard on yet. My cock was still covered with all that toothpaste and it was starting to sting rather notably. So the girls started to get bored, and one of them finally said, "I'm hungry, let's go eat."

For the first time in a few hours, they unstrap me from the Post Orgasm Torture table and return me to the semi-mobile state of hands tied behind my back and feet tied together. For their amusement, they also decide to blindfold me. Looks like they have no intention of cleaning the toothpaste off of my cock, and I certainly can't do it myself with my hands tied behind my back. This is probably another form of torture they want me to endure, because it's getting hotter and hotter.

As the girls go about preparing their dinner, I'm told that MY food is already prepared and is sitting in a large bowl on a chair somewhere inside the house. They tell me I must eat ALL of it doggy style, either stooping down or on my knees, but first I need to find it by hopping around the house, aided only by warmer-colder comments from the girls who aren't busy preparing their meal. This turns out to be quite an adventure, and very humiliating - which is clearly their goal. I keep bumping into things and nearly fell over several times, but eventually I find the correct chair. I test to see if I can bring my mouth down to the bowl while standing because getting onto my knees and back up with my feet tied together and hands tied behind my back would be quite a chore (I know this because Linda had made me do it a few times back when we were together). I find that if I stoop enough I can reach the bowl with my mouth and I start eating. I have absolutely no idea what is in the bowl, except that it is all mushy and rather raunchy tasting, but I'm required to eat in all. It could be my imagination, but it seems to have a rather definite soapy taste. There's no way I can eat this without getting my face covered with a good portion of the stuff, which clearly is part of the intended humiliation. I'm really finding it difficult to get this crap down, because I want to gag after every mouthful, but I'm in no position to disobey any of their orders. It took me a long time to eat it all, and stooping down was getting quite tiring.

The girls had actually finished their meal before me and were all gathered around watching me down the last few bites. "We hope you enjoyed your meal", said one of the gals, "because we have lots more of it for you to eat on Saturday and Sunday. It's all leftover stuff that we had in the fridge, and we added water and put it all into a food processor. Oh, and to give it that little special flavor you may have noticed we threw in a bar of soap with each batch! But don't worry, it should go through you soon - actually you'd better hope that it goes through you soon because we're taking you out now to your own personal poop pit, and we won't let you out of it until you poop on yourself."

So I hop outside, my face all covered in messy food and my cock still covered with toothpaste. They lead me over to what looks like a small mud pit that's about 5 meters square. One of the gals is currently adding a bit of water with a hose and mixing it up with a long hoe. Judging from the hoeing action it seems to be about 30 cm deep. This being a poop pit, I can't really tell if it's mud or shit because I have virtually no sense of smell. As I'm looking at this pit and wondering what I'm supposed to be doing with it, two of the gals untie my legs and place them securely into a long spreader bar. My hands are still tied behind my back, and I'm standing rather precariously right next to this goopy mud pit trying to maintain my balance, when one of the girls finally tells me what I need to do. "You're going to fall face first into the pit and remain lying that way until you completely empty your bowels. Your butt will be visible to us so we'll be able to tell when you're done shitting. When we're satisfied that you're done we'll wash the shit off you with a hose and drag you out. You'd better hope that our soapy food works quickly, otherwise you could be lying face down in a pile of poop for quite a long time. So you can fall face first on your own, or we can push you." Since I know there's no way I can get out of doing this, I start to lean forward, but I instinctively catch myself and regain my balance. With my hands tied behind my back there is no way I can brace the fall and protect my face, and the ends of the spreader bar are loosely tied to stakes in the firm ground, so I can't turn to my side to protect my face. I know I'm fucked, but I'm having a hard time going through with it, so somebody gives me a firm push from behind and in I go with a resounding splat! My face and cock hit the slop rather soundly and my head was totally buried for a bit, but I was able to wiggle around and get to a point where I could breathe by raising my head a bit with every breath. Most of the time though my face would be mostly covered in the mud/poop. So now I had to really try to shit. About 15 minutes went by and I had no feeling whatsoever of the urge to shit. Plus the girls are all sitting around the pit in chairs taunting me, and never in my life have I had anybody watch me take a shit - not to mention while I'm tied up face down in a pile of poop. This could NOT have been more embarrassing, but I'm sure that's what they had in mind. Just when I'm starting to despair at my predicament, the urge to shit strikes full on, and in no time really runny poop is streaming out of my asshole and covering my butt and legs. I get a cheer from my sadistic audience, reinforcing the embarrassment that they are all just sitting there watching me shit. But they don't release me. Another ten minutes goes by and I'm still lying in poop and being covered with my own very runny poop. Then another wave hits me and another large stream of poop comes out - but still no release from the pit. Another ten minutes goes by and I get a third wave, but much smaller this time.

Nobody says anything, but I feel the VERY cold water from the hose scouring my butt and legs. Then two of the gals grab the spreader bar and pull me out of the pit. They remove the spreader bar, retie my feet back together, and order me to stand up. If you've never tried this, standing up with your feet tied together and hands tied behind your back is REALLY difficult!! I kept trying and trying, getting part way up and falling back down - another way to embarrass me, and it works very well! But finally I managed to get up onto my feet - and stay there. Linda comes over with the hose and starts to clean off the crap. I've never had anybody blast my cock and balls with a hose on at full force, but it's an interesting experience and it gave Linda much obvious delight.

After getting most of the crap off me she told me to hop over to a cement patio that had a drain in the middle. There was a table set up with some shampoo, soap, toothpaste, and a toothbrush. Linda said "Now I'm going to shampoo your hair, lather up your body, brush your teeth, and you're going to start to get hard. You know full well what that means, but you simply won't be able to resist it." And then she said to the rest of the group, "Gather around girls, I'm going to prepare our pitiful victim for his third Post Orgasm Torture session of the evening. He shared his favorite masturbation technique with me a while back, and I'll share it with you all: First he brushes his teeth for about 5 minutes using so much toothpaste that the stuff foams out of his mouth, and gets all over his face and body. Then he lathers up his cock and plays with it, alternately soaping up his pubic hair creating mounds of lather that he keeps applying to his face, head, and ears until his head is completely covered in soap. He knows how funny this looks and he's embarrassed by it, and that embarrassment only makes him more horny. In this state of mind all it takes is a few gentle strokes of his cock head and he has a violent orgasm. I told him to do this once for me as I watched, and sure enough he obviously found it incredibly embarrassing, but the embarrassment of sharing his deep secrets with me only made him hornier. So watch carefully girls and as soon as his cock gets hard we'll take him inside to the Post Orgasm Torture table and have some fun."

Well this was indeed embarrassing. I had never shared my favorite masturbation technique with anyone but Linda, either before or since, and now she's sharing it with the whole group! And they are all looking on intently as she's doing it to me. Linda brushes my teeth for what seemed like a good 10 minutes, constantly adding more toothpaste and water to the brush. My mouth was totally filled with toothpaste and it was foaming out of my mouth, all over my face, chest, and cock. Then she starts shampooing my hair for another long time, adding more shampoo and water until there's a mountain of shampoo on my head. Last comes the bar of soap to my pubic hair. Back and forth, time and again, lather up my pubic hair, grab two handfuls of lather and apply it to my face, ears, and neck. In a short while my head is totally smothered in soap and my mouth is still full of toothpaste. I can't see through the soap (because I don't want to open my eyes), and hearing through the soap in and around my ears is a bit dull, and I'm feeling incredibly embarrassed. Even though Linda hardly ever touched my cock, I could sense it starting to get hard. I knew full well what was going to happen to me if they saw my cock getting hard, and I was genuinely scared of having to go through that really sadistic routine again, but Linda was right: I was TOTALLY powerless to prevent it. So inevitably one of the girls yells out, "He's getting hard! Let's get him onto the Post Orgasm Table and finish him off."

So they carry me into house and onto the table, head still totally covered in soap, mouth still full of toothpaste. They quickly strap me in, not bothering with the ball gag - I have a toothpaste gag. I was hard but still hadn't cum, but instead of Linda giving me her unfailing hand job, they just started in with the powerful vibrator on my penis head. As before, one gal firmly grabbed my cock shaft, while another held the vibrator to my penis head. With no stroking at all, I came violently after no more than a minute. Of course they kept the vibrator running full blast on my now super sensitive penis head and I was once again in a state of immense distress, wanting desperately for the stimulation to stop, but knowing that it would not and that I would have no choice but to endure it. More than anything, I was dreading that they might bring out the Sonicare toothbrush again, and they kept taunting me with threats of using it again. After about 5-10 excruciating minutes of holding the vibrator to my cock head, one of the girls said, "What do you think girls, should we torture him with the toothbrush again? That got the best reaction by far last time." Well it was of course a unanimous vote. Linda came over with the toothpaste tube she had been using to brush my teeth and said, "There's still over half a tube of toothpaste left here. Might as well use it up on you." So she squirted all of that toothpaste onto my cock and balls, with the bulk of it on my sensitive penis head, and massaged it in. Then came the moment I was dreading: the whirring sound of a Sonicare toothbrush. My cock was being held firmly upwards so that my penis head could not escape the torture that was about to begin. The gal operating the Sonicare slowly brought it down onto my penis head, and when she reached pay dirt the shock was immediate. I would surely have been bucking violently, except the strategically placed table straps were preventing any motion at all. This was an incredibly vulnerable feeling - one that I likely would enjoy pre-orgasm, but now I absolutely HATED it. As before she moved the toothbrush all around my penis head, taking lots of time to scrub right at my pee hole, probably the most sensitive spot on the male anatomy. I didn't know how much of this I could endure, but after about 5 minutes of this excruciating torture the battery died because they had neglected to recharge it - I'm guessing that will not happen again.

Apparently they were satisfied with my reactions to their torture, or maybe they didn't want to disclose all of their Post Orgasm Torture techniques on the first day. In any event, they stopped torturing my penis head, unstrapped me, lifted me off the table, and tied my hands behind my back and feet together again. At this point Linda said, "You haven't peed all day unless you peed in the poop pit, which is a no-no. As I told you before, the only way you're allowed to pee is into a cup with one of us girls holding onto your cock. Hopefully it won't take long, but I'm going to hold onto that limp cock of yours for as long as it takes. Gather around girls and let's watch him pee." Well, this is TRULY embarrassing. I'm standing in front of a bunch of sadistic women, hands tied behind my back, feet tied together, head still covered in soap, mouth still full of toothpaste, cock covered in toothpaste and quite sore, and Linda is holding onto my cock until I'm able to relax enough to pee. I'm certainly NOT relaxed. What if I can't pee? How long will they do this to me? But indeed I hadn't peed all evening and the urge was finally starting to come over me. Still I needed to relax to let it out and I was finding that very difficult under the circumstances. Finally after quite a few minutes of this embarrassing predicament a tiny bit of pee started to come out - and it burned like hell!!! Probably some toothpaste had gotten into my urethra and irritated it, but the burning immediately made me tense up and stop the flow. So now I have yet another problem - I need to relax with all these gals watching my cock and accept the pain of pee going through my irritated urethra. It took another several starts and painfully quick stops before I just let it happen. The pain from the flow was excruciating at first, but gradually lessened and I was ultimately able to fill the large cup with my pee.

That was quite an ordeal that I was finally able to get through. But wait, why did I pee into a DRINKING cup? You guessed it. Linda puts the cup up to my lips and says, "We're going to allow you to rinse your mouth of toothpaste, but only if you use your pee to do it, and then you have to drink down the rest what's in the cup." I was really afraid of what toothpaste would do to the inside of my mouth if left there for a very long time, and I really didn't want to swallow it, so I took a swig, swirling it around with the toothpaste, and spit it out into another cup. I took another swag and started to do the same thing, but as I was about to spit it out, Linda says, "No, only one spit - you'll need to drink down all the rest." So I swallow a mixture of pee and toothpaste - definitely a strange taste - and proceed to finish off the rest of my pee. It certainly didn't taste good, but it didn't make me want to immediately gag either. Now that I know what will happen every time I need to pee while here, it's not a pleasant thought at all.

By this time it's getting late and all the gals look like they're getting ready for bed for the night. I'm wondering what MY sleeping arrangements will be, since I know I will be restrained in some way for the entire time. And I'm wondering if I will even be able to go to sleep while all tied up. Linda has abandoned me so I ask the nearest gal about my sleeping arrangements. She says, "Oh, you obviously did not read my contract carefully enough." I now recognized her as the attorney who had witnessed me signing the contract in her office. She said "You're not going to be sleeping while you're here, dearie. My contract very clearly states that you will be subjected to 48 hours of torment, and surely you wouldn't consider sleeping to be torment, would you? We have a very special arrangement for you for the night - one that we're quite anxious to try out for the first time. If you will follow me down to the dungeon, we can get you all fixed up."

Going down to the dungeon means going down a stairway with my hands tied behind my back and feet tied together, which I manage to do very carefully by sitting on each step and scooting down one step at a time. Once down I see, prominently placed in the center of the room, what looks like an Executioner's Electric Chair!! I'm introduced to the dungeon master, who says, "Yes, this is a real electric chair that we acquired from a prison since they don't use it anymore. I've made some extensive modifications to it that we think you'll find most exciting." In addition to all of the normal straps, and it looks like they've added more, sticking up in the center of the chair seat is a fairly long dildo. The dungeon master lubes up my ass hole and says, "Now we're going to help you up onto the chair and you're going to carefully sit down at let the dildo go up your ass." They untie my hands and allow me to use my arms, on the chair arms, to slowly lower my ass hole onto the dildo. It's actually not a normal dildo, because in has some metallic parts and doesn't look like a penis. It's quite fat, and I really need to relax my anus to let it slip through all the way, but I'm finally able to sit all the way down with this thing impaling my ass. Then they start to securely strap me in. My ankles, wrists, thighs, arms, pelvis, chest. At least I'm not totally uncomfortable, and it seems like a position I could endure for the night. They also attached some metallic straps to my cock and balls and wires to my chest. Clearly I'm in for some kind of electro torture, and I'm sitting in an executioner's Electric Chair!! Sensing my growing concern the dungeon master explains, "You are now hooked up for electrical stimulation of your cock, balls, and anus. The stimulation will be controlled by my laptop to occur every 5 minutes, which will prevent you from getting any sleep tonight and tomorrow night. The stimulation will start out at low power, and gradually ramp up during the first 30 minutes to the power limit I've set. After that the power level and duration will be determined by a random number generator. You will find the simulation to be reasonably severe. It's not designed to make you cum, but it's not designed to totally traumatize you either. Of course, we've never had a male penis to test it on before, so I suppose anything could happen. That's why this is so exciting - to see how well it works and to see your reactions. Everything we've done to you today has been captured on video camera, and this will be also. Most of the time nobody will be in this room with you, but your heart will be monitored for any abnormality and an alarm will sound if there's a problem."

Once again I'm feeling extremely vulnerable, and I'm sure that's what they want. The straps holding me to the chair are quite secure and I know that I'm now totally helpless to prevent whatever is going to happen to my cock, balls, and ass for the next 7-8 hours. Without further delay, the dungeon master flicks on a switch and I hear the humming sound that must be coming from a fairly large transformer. I'm guessing this thing must be capable of some deadly electrical stimulation at full power, but the dungeon master DID say she had set a power LIMIT, right? And then it happens: electrical current running through my cock and balls that causes me to immediately tense all of my muscles in that region. And then I feel stimulation from the thing sticking me in my ass. This is quite intense, and it's supposed to be low power? I was eventually able to relax my muscles and just accept it. This was certainly NOT a pleasurable sensation, but it was something I could endure. After about a minute of constant stimulation it stops. So this was the lowest power, and it will be increasing every 5 minutes for the next 30 minutes, meaning there are 7 power levels that I'm going to be subjected to. If the incremental changes are small, I can probably endure it; but if they are large I'm really in trouble!! In any event, they are certainly right about one thing: there's no way I will sleep through this. So I wait somewhat fearfully for the next zap. And then it comes. This is definitely NOT a small increment in power!! My muscles immediately tighten, much more than for the first zap, and it continues for another minute. Once again I'm able to eventually relax, but it's taking longer for that to happen. Now I'm getting really concerned. I'm still in for 5 more zaps of ever increasing intensity and I feel like I'm already close to what I'll be able to endure! Again I wait for the next zap, more fearful than before. Sure enough, this one is much more powerful yet, and my cock, balls, and ass are in total sensory overload. I'm not able to relax at all this time until it shuts down. 4 more zaps now of ever increasing power!! I really don't think I can handle this. I'm reminded of the dungeon master's comment that she had never tested this setup on a male penis before, so perhaps she miscalculated how much intensity I could endure. I'm now really starting to panic. The next zap comes, and maybe my mind is going mad by now, but the intensity does not SEEM to be that much higher than the previous one. I'm still not able to relax until it turns off, but at least I endured it. 3 more zaps now of increasing power. The next one is again only slightly more intense than the previous one. So now I'm thinking, hoping actually, that the dungeon master was just fucking with my mind, making me think that highest power level would result in totally unbearable torture. Sure enough, when the highest intensity is reached it's certainly more of a stimulation, but I can endure it, although just barely.

And so it goes throughout the night. Every 5 minutes I get a zap of random intensity, so I never know what to expect. The duration changes randomly from just a few seconds, to something more like 2-3 minutes. Since I can't predict exactly when the next zap will occur it's always a shocking surprise, and indeed there's no chance that I will be able to sleep tonight. I'm finding it easier and easier to relax while my cock, balls, and ass are in sensory overload, perhaps because I realize that tensing my muscles doesn't make to feeling any more bearable. I know there is NOTHING I can do to make it more bearable, and nothing I can do to stop it, so I just start to accept my fate and let it happen. This is a very different frame of mind, maybe it's what people have called subspace, but it's helping me get through the night.

So the introduction to my life as a weekend torture victim for 7 sadistic and revengeful women has been quite eventful so far, and it's only just begun. I still have to get through all day Saturday and Sunday, and I have no idea what they plan to do to me. I'm sure it will be embarrassing, humiliating, disgusting, painful, stressful; all the things I find super exciting to think about when I'm sexually turned on. But as I've found out today, I absolutely HATE having them done to me when I'm NOT sexually turned on, which has been almost all of my time here. These gals really know to effectively torture a guy, and I've become quite fearful of what they'll do to me in the next two days.