Sarah's Fantasy

The following story was written for someone who has a controlling fantasy but because of circumstances could not go ahead with it, although she wanted to. Having exchanged a lot of mails with her I wrote this based on her ideas and wants with a few twists. It is written from her perspective. It's quite long and the English isn't too good (I'm not English) but I hope you like it.

Having a fantasy is wonderful but most people never get to fulfil it. I decided to try if possible to do just that. To that end I posted a message on your site and was surprised by the responses. I received a number of mails from people who could help me achieve this end. After sometime I found someone who I was convinced could do what he promised and this is the storey.

First a little about myself, I am self employed and work from home, live in the country, have a number of Dom/sub friends but no permanent relationship at present. My fantasy is to be controlled automatically with as little human input as possible.

After some discussion it was decided that an important part was to build a really secure CB that was as far as possible indestructible and inescapable by using normal tools. It had to fit properly, as I would have to wear it for an extended period. To this end, I arranged for a 4 weeks holiday and we met to start the work. When I arrived I found that he had a very impressive workshop and he said that we could have a prototype finished before I left. Almost as soon as I had arrived he made me strip and took all sorts of measurements, some of which I did not see the point of.

The next day work began and he disappeared into his shop, which he told me I was not to enter. Before the end of the first day he appeared with a waist belt made of copper. He explained that copper was easy to work with and would make the fitting simpler, especially since he had me for testing. He then fitted it to me and made marks to ensure it was tight and comfortable. He then disappeared for a while to make alterations. After he returned he had finished it, a simple band of copper about 2" wide with rubber edging, and locked it on using a bolt and said I was to wear it to see if it caused any problems.

The first effect I noticed was how restrictive it was, it felt tight and it was difficult to get a good breath. I was told that it had to be tight and that I would get used to it, after a few hours I was. It was also hard to bend, due to the width of it; again the simple answer was that I would have to adjust my movements to accommodate the belt. I had to wear it until just before bed when it was removed and I was inspected.

The belt was a good fit and next day he went about making more sections. This process continued, make a section, try it, adjust it and then wear it for a short period. The adjustment sometimes had to be made several times until the part fit well. By the end if the second week we had a prototype ready for test. It looked like a standard tollyboy belt but with a wider front shield.

This test would be the first time I have been locked up and although I do not pleasure myself too often the opportunity is always there. I wondered how I would get on with it being impossible. So, with a little fear and trepidation, I was locked up for my 5 day test. The plan was to remove the belt after the first 24hr period for inspection and if all was OK, continue. There were a few small adjustments that had to be made over the test, but all in all, it was a complete success from a construction point of view.

As the wearer, I had a few concerns. First when the belt was locked on it felt unbelievably tight and my movement was restricted. Secondly the feeling of not being able to touch my sex at all for any reason drove me to distraction and by the end of the 5 days I could think of nothing else. The second test was to wear it for the final part of the holiday, without removal, that would be for 8days. There were no problems with the belt but the frustration was pure hell for me. However it was much better than I had expected and the first part of my fantasy was nearing completion. So at the end of a "fun" packed 4 weeks we parted and the real belt would be ready in about 2 months as the proper metal was much harder to work with.

The construction took 3 months, a little longer than expected, but finally it was ready. I arranged another 4 week break and met at his place. We agreed that the first test would be to wear the new belt for a week to see how I got on with it and then see how we should proceed, assuming no problems. He told me that the belt was finished, but since I worked from home, he had added a few extra things to enhance its effectiveness. I was intrigued. The next day after breakfast he told me that he wanted my first sight to be it on me. I agreed quickly, desperate to see this creation.

He blindfolded me and led me to his workshop. He left me standing there and I could hear the sound metal on metal. I then hear him approach and stood ready for the waist belt to go on. At his command I stepped into the belt and felt it being raised over my hips. As he pulled the belt up into place I felt him insert a large intruder into my already wet sex, that was forced hard in as the belt and front shield closed and I heard the faint click of the lock. I started to reach for the blindfold to see but was told to leave it, more was to come. I insisted, but he locked my hands to chains hanging from the ceiling.

He then proceeded to work a round my chest and I could feel my tits being squeezed into something. Then a tight collar was fitted and a faint click, A few seconds latter my chest was pulled even tighter, the back of the collar was pulled down and then another of the ominous faint clicks. He now moved down to my legs. He put a cuff to each of my legs, just above the knee, with the faint click. He then announced he had finished and that if I did not like what I saw he would remove any of it.

He then released my hands to allow me to take a look. Before me was a full-length mirror that gave me a wonderful view. With all this secrecy going on, not being able to take a deep breath, the sexual excitement of wearing the belt/intruder and not knowing what I was letting myself in for I was getting hot and horny, more than I had ever been. By the time I was allowed to look in the mirror all I wanted to do was to get some relief. The moment finally arrived and he slowly removed the blindfold. I could not believe my eyes, I looked fantastic.

Everything was a smooth, shiny black against my white skin. I started to study this wonderful contraption. The collar was about 2" wide and fit very snugly indeed. The black bra fit beautifully and however I tried I could get no feeling passed the cups, Then to the CB itself, it was a masterful design, there was no way I could get any form of relief while wearing it. Then the thigh cuffs, they were 2" wide and connected by a short bar that prevented me either opening or closing my legs. From that, through a small hole in the bottom of the CB and attached to the intruder was a second bar, that caused it to wiggle in me as I moved having a terrible effect on my needs. Everything matched and was connected using black chains that would prevent any of the parts moving however I tried.

While I studied my new underclothes he told me about them. They were constructed from a titanium alloy covered with a flexible ceramic coating, making everything about 4mm thick. This meant that there were only 3 ways to remove any of it, 1-with the key, 2- with a diamond grinder or 3- by extreme heat. He was sure that I would not want to try 2 or 3, The locks that were fitted at present were just temporary and that he had ordered others that would be more secure and enhance the look but would keep them as a surprise. This was the best he could do to provide a very effective, complete and an almost escape proof chastity set-up. With this on there would be no feeling to any of the important areas, however I pounded on the metal.

The only area was the rear but would be rectified by the end of the first week's test. As I stood there in shock at the sight, I had an ever growing need to have it removed to gain sexual relief. I did not think I could get any hotter but the need kept increasing and I had only been wearing it for about 15min. I told him that it was wonderful and could he please remove it. He asked if I had any discomfort, I said no, and so he said no the agreement was to wear it for a week, that's 7days. I pleaded that I needed to do something, but he told me that the belt etc would only stop sexual stimulation all other functions were not prevented. So began my week of sexual torment.

Having no other choice I set my mind to my situation. I first had to get myself under control and try to reduce the need I was feeling, but the more I tried the worse it got. I decided that if I got dressed and could not see myself like this it might help. So I proceeded to go for my clothes but with each small step the intruder attained its function. By the time I had reached the door of the workshop I had to stop and hold myself up as the need became over powering and my legs started to give way. I eventually managed to get dressed and to my surprise everything, except the collar, disappeared. I would have to start wearing scarves from now on.

The rest of the day went passed uneventually, except for the burning need between my legs, and as before he had disappeared into the workshop to complete the rear protection. I discovered that if I sat perfectly still, I could reduce the need greatly but as soon as I moved the intruder reversed my feelings. Latter that evening we sat and discussed how I was getting on, now I had been wearing it for about 12 hrs. I told him that it was beyond my wildest dreams but didn't know if I could stand the sexual torture for much longer. He said that, wasn't that one of the main parts of the fantasy, that once lockup I should be in a permanent state of arousal but be unable to gain release. I agreed that was true and he had succeeded completely.

It was soon time for bed, and we retired to our rooms. Once in bed, all I could think of was sexual release. I therefore tried everything I could to try to stimulate myself over the edge, I moved my legs which in turn moved the intruder, I tried to defeat the belt/bra but all failed. I only succeeded in making myself even hotter. I eventually gave up and tried to sleep, again without much success. I dozed on and off all night until morning finally arrived.

The time passed. By day 3 of my test period I was ready to climb the walls, the frustration and constant stimulation of the intruder was having their effect on my sanity, but still no relief was in sight. Slowly the end of the test approached and the time seamed to slow down. I was finding it impossible to concentrate on anything else except my needs and I couldn't go for a walk as that only made it worse. By the end of day 7 I was starting to get reasonable control as long as I sat still but the burning was still there and a good nights sleep was still out of the question.

At last the 7th day was over and it was time for release from the belt etc. We returned to the workshop and by now I was managing to walk much better than when I had left the last time. The first action in preparation to the removal of my metal underwear was to chain my wrists above my head as before. Everything was then ready for the removal, the freedom and the cool air hitting me was wonderful. I stood there and enjoyed the feeling while he inspected me for any damage. Such care had been taken with the prototype that except pressure marks, which were to be expected I was ok.

It had been agreed at the start that in this situation the test would continue until I was to return home which would be in 3 weeks. He told me that there were 2 new parts to be added to the belt. He then brought out the rear defender that was to be attached to the belt. It consisted of a curved band, which would attach to the waist belt and bottom of the front shield, and with a metal tube approx. 50mm long through it. The tube would be inserted up my ass and there were small but sharp spikes pointing downward on the inside to prevent any form of penetration. All again was in that lovely black.

To start with the defender would be attached temporarily to ensure that there would be no damage to me but would eventually become a permanent part of the belt. My first impression of the defender was that there was no way the tube would go in but I was assured that it would, although it might be a little uncomfortable to begin with. After what seemed like far too short a period it was time to be dressed again. I had been wondering what the other attachment for the belt was; he had only shown me the defender.

I soon found out as he returned with a catheter which went in easily although a little messy as I relieved myself involuntarily, to my great embarrassment. The catheter was also designed to be permanent while the belt was on and there was a small valve that I had to open when I wanted to go. The rest went on as before, with the intruder going in without trouble because of how wet I was. Then came the defender, I was told to relax as much as possible, The tube was well lubed and the process begun. After a while there had been little success, so my hind quarters got a spray of something and within a few seconds were totally relaxed and the tube in. The defender attached and I was now ready for my next stint as a stimulated, chastised woman.

The first few hours were as before, provided I did not move too much, I could control my need to some extent. Latter as the spray wore off I became more and more aware of the presence of the tube up my ass. The band held it in tight and it felt as if my rear was being stretched to the limit. To say that there might be some discomfort was a slight understatement. It did not hurt too much but added to my feelings when I walked and made sitting extremely uncomfortable as it was forced further in.

Once locked up I had expected most of these effects and although this add a new dimension to my already suffering body and increasing the feeling that I had to get out of this at all costs, it was wonderful. What I did not expect was that while wearing all this I would not be able to go to the toilet naturally, because of the tube I could not close my ass and would have to use an enema to loosen things up. To this end, I was given an enema kit that had a screw fitting that would attach to the ass tube and told to have fun. I then went into the bathroom and tried my first enema, it was messy and not fun, but after sometime I succeeded. When I came out we discussed this and that I should probably do it at least once, if not more, each day. After living like this for I few days I was starting to learn that most of my natural needs were being controlled.

Sexually the belt was keeping we in a state of extreme arousal but I could not get over the edge or do anything about it. Going to the toilet had become a mechanical rather than a natural process, that is either by opening/closing a valve or the use of an enema, there were no other ways. Even walking around was controlled; I could only take the permitted size of steps and because of the movement of the intruder could not travel far. By the end of the 3 weeks I was in a terrible state mentally and would have done anything to get out of this living hell.

But all "good" things must come to an end. The night before I was to travel home, all the gear was removed; I was inspected and found to be all right. We spent the rest of the evening discussing what would happen next. We would have to wait until the proper locks arrived then he could finish the belt etc and would then visit me to complete the rest, as the special dildo would be complete by then. In the mean time I was to prepare my basement for the next stage and I was given 2 wires that had to be installed along with the rest. After going to bed I released all the pent up sexual desires I had time after time. In the morning I was a new person all the frustration of the last few weeks gone. I left after breakfast for home to prepare.

I then went home and started. First the major job of clearing the room of everything. This done I bought as small, in physical dimensions, desktop computer, with web video camera and enough UPS's to keep everything running for 12 hrs should the power fail, I needed 4. I had a brick safe built at one side of the room large enough to house this equipment, that would be totally inaccessible by me once locked and a 1200lb strength electro magnet built into the wall at the other side of the room wired back to the UPS's. The 2 provided wires were also run from the safe to where the magnet was sited. All the wiring buried in the stone wall or the concrete floor so that they could not be interfered with. Additional lights were fitted, making the entire room brightly light, with the switch outside the room. A permanent fast connection to the Internet provided in the safe for the computer to give uninterrupted use.

The final touch, to paint the room brilliant white. All these preparations took sometime and long before I had completed them I received a mail that the belt and dildo were ready. As the rooms completion neared I grew more and more apprehensive as to whether I should go ahead. Once fitted finally there would be no going back; I would have given all control to the belt with no escape. The turmoil went on in my head but eventually the room was finished. I sat in front of my computer with the mail ready to send, stating that everything was ready and asking when he would be arriving, trying to push the send button.

I sat there for what seamed like hours, until somehow the mail was sent, and it was now decided. Next day I checked my mail and there was a reply that he would be there at the end of the week. That time passed slowly, I was in a constant state of excitement and arousal, all of which got higher as the time of his arrival approached. I spent hours pleasuring myself knowing that the opportunity would soon be taken away from me. After what seamed an eternity he arrived and we began the final preparations for my new life. To start with he confirmed I wanted to go ahead and I agreed willingly. He retrieved the gear and I was once again locked up in the completed belt etc.

As he installed it on me I noticed: the new locks did not have key holes, a D ring at the back of the waist belt, the special dildo was a bit bigger, there were 2 sockets on the bottom of the shield and what looked like metal tubes running between everything. When asked he said he would explain once all was installed. Next he presented me with a contract that he wanted me to sign that was for his protection and that it simply stated what we had agreed:

1) I had agreed to this.
2) That payment would be as agreed.
3) The rules for release from the belt etc.

If I did not sign then that would be the end of it but I would have to pay him for his costs. All was in order and with a little fear, apprehension and a lot of excitement I signed. It was now too late to back out and I sat there waiting to hear what was to happen. First he went down to the basement to finish fitting the rest of the equipment.

Once complete he helped me down to the basement, which was very difficult with the bar between my legs, to see the setup and explain the purpose. The first thing was that the safe was now locked and the web video camera mounted on top pointing at the magnet. Beside the magnet were the computer monitor, a keypad with 5 coloured buttons and fixed very securely to the wall a 2m length of chain with a small metal plate on the end. After I had been given time to take this all in he began to explain. He produced a keypad that would be the only way that the new locks could be opened, they worked electronically. By connecting this and entering 2 12-digit PIN numbers, I would be released. The first disarmed the dildo and the second opened the locks. The word disarmed was a bit disconcerting and I asked about it but was told that he would get to that. He then connected the keypad and opened the locks to prove it. He then locked them again.

By now the belt was having its normal effect and I was getting hot and bothered, which was not helping. Then the chain, at certain times I would be required to be tethered to the wall. This would be done by feeding the chain through the D ring and then attaching the plate to the magnet. The magnet's power supply was now timer controlled and would release when my time was up. While tethered I would also have to connect one of the wires he had given me to the other socket of the belt; this went to the computer to provide control and recharge the batteries. I was now starting to get worried. The keypad is for playing a simple kids game, the rules of which I will get into latter. The video camera is connected to the Internet so that anyone can watch you tethered and play the game with you and you must play. That is basically what will be required of you and now, the method to ensure your compliance.

As stated the new dildo is a bit special, it has the ability to deliver painful electric shocks that are controlled in 2 ways. First by a timer, if you are not tethered by the set time you will receive a shock every 5 min until you are. Secondly by the computer, if you loose the game you will receive a shock.

Now for the game itself from your side: the computer will randomly select any combination of up to 4 colours, there my be spaces or more than one of the same colour, you will be given 14 guesses to get the combination, for each game you win that will drop by 2, if you loose the same number of guesses will pass to the next game you will be given 10 sec to make each guess, if you take longer it will be assumed you were wrong. Very simple. For the other player: they will get a standard 20 guesses with no time limit on each guess, to play they must pay $5 and will be allowed 6 games. When each new player starts your guesses will go up to 14. You will only be shocked if they win before you. That means each player could shock you up to 6 times or if you win all 6 games, receive none.

You can practice the game any time you want, with the computer being the other player but the game will play out in full with consequences. Your choice. The system is now armed so you are under its control and when I leave, it will show no mercy. Oh! I almost forgot the tether times are set between 4pm to 9am and the game will be off between 12pm to 6am for sleep. At all other times when tethered if a player comes on you can play if you want, but the game will continue whether you guess or not.

The address of the site has been advertised in the appropriate news groups etc. so the fun should start soon. As agreed the money, less the cost of the internet connection, will come to me until the belt has been paid for and I will keep the PIN's to myself until then. Well I'm off to town to get something to eat; I would ask you but its 3pm and I don't think you will want to be out after 4pm, take my word for it. He then left promising to return before he went home but he had to visit some friends first.

I decided to go back up stairs to at least put some clothes on for my first night. The first problem, I couldn't raise my leg high enough to get up the stairs, I had to get up on my ass. By the time I reached the top the effect of the rear defender being forced further in and the dildo moving at every step, made me desperately need to get some relief but I could only stand at the top and try to cool down. I finally made it to my bedroom so hot and horny I couldn't even try to describe. I looked at the clock and it was 3:20, I thought I better hurry because it will take an equal time to get back down.

I went for something that would cover as much a possible, a knee length wrap round skirt and polo neck sweater, and almost succeeded. I started my way back, by the time I was at the top of the stairs I could feel my juices running down the inside of my legs and that tell-tell smell. I knew I didn't have too much time so I started down on my ass, this time it had more effect and I could only crawl across the room to the tether and connect up as explained.

As I sat there unable to leave and hoping that no player would come online, I could only think "what have I done and how can I get out of it", knowing it was too late. Even if he would release me from my agreement I couldn't contact him, so I would have at least 1 night of "fun" and I knew in my heart there would be a lot more.

As I sat there burning up with no way to cool down my desire and butterflies in my belly about what was going to happen I tried to think back why I wanted to get into this. This was not what I had seen in my dreams, it was truly control, but I had seen it as pure fun, I did not see the real effect that control would have. The feelings of pure terror, knowing that if a player came online I would be forced to play or suffer the consequences. Knowing that all choice was now only for certain times a day when this "thing" permitted, there was no safe word to tell it to stop, no amount of begging could make it stop. It would continue with its job forever more, not having a care about the effect on me.

The fact that I would be always horny and at times in pain would neither give it pleasure nor regret about how it was treating me. I could not blame him he had devised a better system of "torture" than I had expected and it fulfilled exactly what I had explained to him. He had also given me plenty of opportunities to change my mind, even up to the last minute; no he could not be blamed for my situation. The spray he had again used on my ass was starting to wear off and it was becoming steadily more uncomfortable to sit as I felt the rear defender, more and more. I started moving around in a useless attempt to get comfortable. Each time I moved so did the dildo with its effect on me. I had only been tethered for less than an hour but was already near breaking point. I was under pressure from all sides; I tried to find something to get my mind off the situation I was in. There was nothing in the room, just the monitor. I studied it.

On the screen was the picture of me from the camera, it didn't look real, and a series of numbers. The numbers listed the total visitors, current visitors, visitors who had played, details of current game and the last was a counter. They were all set at 0 except the counter at 60. I tried to lie down but the chain was too short, only leaving me the choice to sit on the defender or stand. I tried standing but my legs tired and as I moved my weight around, again the dildo did it job. No mater what I did, there was no way I would not be reminded of the "fun" I was having. Finally all the pressure got to me and I could only stand there and cry my heart out, totally out of control but still it went on. After what seemed forever I gained some level of control and checked the monitor.

I look terrible but what was worse there had been 50 visitors to the site and there were still 15 on line. I stared in horror, praying that none would play with me. As I watched the number on line changed slowly upwards but thankfully no players. I knew that it was now only a mater of time and that every second brought it nearer. There was now almost 100 people on, everyone a potential torturer; all seeing me and eventually one would want to have a little more fun. As I watched the panic started to rise, I had to get out of this, I had to get out of the metal underwear, I tried my best but it wouldn't move. I would have to remove all of it or none and without the electronic key that was not going to happen soon. In my attempts to escape I was now standing fully exposed, my black prison in full view. I looked at the monitor and the word was obviously going round, the online visitors were increasing by the second.

Then came the first game. As I watched the monitor 4 x's appeared on the screen, I was stunned the time had finally arrived. Then suddenly next to them appeared 0 right and another 4 x's under the first. I realised I had missed a guess, I hit the 4 coloured buttons then enter. 4 coloured squares appeared with 2 colours 0 positions next to them and 4 more x's. There would be no rest period between guesses.

As the game went on the pressure on me to get the right combination grew almost as fast as the 10sec limit seamed to shrink. By the time I was on my 10th guess I was finding it very difficult to concentrate, knowing what would be my fate if I lost and from the increasing burning in my crotch. All too soon my 14 guesses were up with no success. I could now only hope that the unknown player would loose. All of a sudden the screen cleared and the 4 x's appeared, both sides had lost, I could breath again. The second game I won with 2 guesses to go.

As the third started I could feel a faint vibration from the dildo. I was already hot but this was gently increasing the sexual pressure as it did its work. I tried to ignore it and play the game, which was becoming more and more difficult. I entered my first guess, surprise I was wrong, as the next 4 x's appeared the vibration increased. This continued through the game by the time I was halfway there I was finding it impossible to concentrate, I could only think how wonderful it would be to go over the edge. I made my 12 and final guess and it was wrong but I didn't care the feeling from the dildo was wonderful. Just a little longer and I would be there, all of a sudden it stopped and I stood there wishing that I could get it to start again just for a few seconds. Then my eye caught the screen, the counter was moving slowly downward towards zero, this could mean only one thing, the other player had won!!! As I watched the counter, I braced myself for the unknown shock. How painful is painful, I was about to find out, 30 to go.

The time was moving fast and I made a final attempt to get this thing off me and escape. The counter reached zero and I doubled up as a searing pain attacked not only from the dildo but from the defender and bra. Every delicate part of me that could feel pain was under attack, I stood there squirming in agony trying to get it to stop, screaming as loud as I could to try and relieve this pain that went on for ever. Pounding on the metal but nothing I could do would stop it. Then all of a sudden it stopped and I stood there shaking, trying to regain some level of control over my battered body.

I looked at the screen the fourth game as already on guess 5, there had been no time allowed for me to prepare, the game went on. After my experience the need to win became all consuming and as the guesses passed the pressure on me increased. At the end of the first session I had lost 4 games and received 3 shocks, my body ached all over from the punishment, I was sexually frustrated but it went on. I stood, I sat and I waited for the next game that was bound to come with the inevitable conclusion. I stared at the screen after a time the 4 x's appeared and it began again. After a few more players the armed sign changed to "disarmed - sleep" It must be 12pm, I was safe for now and would have 6 hrs to sleep and recover.

Since I couldn't lie down the best I could do was to sit but after all the punishment my body had received my rear was sore and tender, so the defender made sitting very uncomfortable. I tried my best to sleep but my mind was too active with the sensory overload I had been on since being locked up with no way to reduce the level. The best I could do was to doze for the sleep period but as the time past it became steadily harder to relax as the worry of how close the next game was started to increase. All to soon the sign changed to "armed" and I was off again.

By the time the tether released me to mark the end of my torture, at leased for that night, I had played 5 players and been shocked 14 times and my body was a wreck. I lay on the floor, where I had just spent the night, unable to regain enough strength to move and fell into a blissful sleep with all the pressure removed. I awoke and headed up stairs to go to fulfil 2 basic needs, to eat and go to the toilet. The stairs were more painful than the last time, since the numbing spray had long since gone and my ass was still tender from the nights torment. This made each step a new experience of pain and stimulation.

I made it, recovered as before and headed first to the bathroom, to find the enema kit hanging from a hook in the ceiling. I then proceeded to relieve and empty myself. Next was to have something to eat. The time was 1pm so I had plenty of time for a leisurely meal. All to soon it was time to make my way back down but first I made myself presentable. I had decided that there was no point in getting dressed to go down, after all I was fully covered and I went swimming in less. I went down, There's no point in going into detail except that I played more games and received more shocks. This continued relentlessly night after night. I soon developed a timetable, after release I sleep for a while, went to the toilet, made something to eat and then try to relax and read.

By the end of the first week I had discovered how to shower which I now do every second day, get my shopping over the internet, control my sexual need so some extent, except when I moved about a lot, and live my new life. I would soon have to start working again but I could put that off for another week or so. All was going well, considering. About a week and a half after he left, he returned and I greeted him like a long lost friend. He told me that I had to be inspected to check that there had been no damage done to me.

For this he put 2 eyebolts in the wall high up and cuffed my wrists to them and removed my underwear. He inspected me very carefully and found except for some red marks and my physical state, I was in tiptop condition. He then replaced everything and we spoke about my experiences and the effects of my new life. I told him what it was like, the frustration and pressure, and that all I wanted was to stop it. That the control was totally without mercy and that it was all well beyond what I could stand for any length of time.

He simply informed me that we had discussed this in detail at the start and I had agreed to it at every opportunity he had given me. That I was now stuck with this life until he had been paid and it was too late for me now. I had known well in advance what it would be like, if not the details, to be controlled and forced to obey. I had better set my mind to the fact that it will be a very long time before it will come to an end. We agreed that he would visit to inspect me once every 2 months and his costs would be added to my bill, if I wanted any more visits to let him know. So that I could get some feed back from players he had created an e-mail address for me and that would allow me to chat with my torturers. All too soon 4pm was approaching and I had to return down below. We bid our goodbyes and he was gone and I had to face another night of "fun".

As the time has gone on the number of games has increased each night and I now have very short periods between players. The one good aspect is that when I win a game and the dildo starts to vibrate on the next, when the player takes long enough, then I am pushed over the edge and have a powerful orgasm. The bad side is that it seldom happens and is normally followed by a shock. So far I have never won 2 games on the trot and the players win more games than they loose. I am resigned to the idea that the best I can achieve is to reduce the number of shocks, every player means punishment, the only question is how much.

I have been living this controlled life for just over 6 months now and have paid back about 20% of what I owe. On his last visit he told me that the cost of the internet connection had been reduced and the cost per player will be reduced accordingly, so I can expect more players. Also since I'm getting very good at the game I can now expect to be playing 2 players at the same time. This will reduce my chances of winning even further.

My life now consists of work or down below. I have not been out of the house at all, I don't have the free time. I am always sore from the shocks and frustrated from the dildo, although I am able to control the burning to some extent. I can now manage to sleep at night, after a fashion, but still not well. I receive a lot of mail from visitors to the site and have some regular players who I correspond with. In general I am a lonely, tortured and controller woman with little to look forward to. On hind site I think I would not have gone through with this had I fully known the consequences, but it is far too late now.

A fantasy is a great thing but it can be more than you bargain for to live it.

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