Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 15:14:34 -0700
From: Chris Vestal <cavemanpuckhead@yahoo.com>
Subject: House Punishment

House Punishment


This is a continuation of my Conditioning series.

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We were all working our chores on an ordinary afternoon when we were called
into the dinning area. We noticed that at the front of the room, there was
a platform setup. The platform held a chair and a lectern high enough up to
give everyone a clear view. Those of us who had served the house for a
period of time knew what was about to happen, one of us was being punished.

In short order, our Master and his keepers walked into the room escorting
one of our fellow slaves. Even though we were all used to seeing each other
fully nude, somehow the sight managed to stir our cocks. I didn't envy who
was assigned to floor mopping today as the site before us caused many of us
to spontaneously start dripping all of the place. Our fellow slave was
walking awkwardly towards the front, his cock pointing straight up bulging
beyond any normal hardness. A stream of precum ran from the deep red head
down the length of the shaft helping to accentuate the veins popping
out. His breathing was that type of desperate, erratic gasping that comes
when one feels like they are a couple of strokes away from having the
biggest orgasm in their life. That orgasm would not be happening today
however as he was being kept from it by a wide studded cock ring fastened
behind his balls along with a another at the base of his cock in front of
the balls. His face showed the strain and anguish of having been constantly
driven towards climax that would never come for the last 6 hours. Such was
the first portion of a Level 2 punishment in the house.

This level of punishment was a fairly rare thing in the house. Indeed a
sizable portion of the current staff had not seen it carried out. Master
treated us well and kept us comfortably. In return we worked hard for
him. Obeying the basic rules set down by Master was easy. Minor
transgressions such as doing a sloppy job on chores, showing up late for a
session and such, were punished by stints in chastity. Level 2 punishments
were reserved for much more serious issues such as sex with another slave,
continued and willful lack of effort in conditioning, or disparaging
remarks regarding Master or the Household. Master's philosophy of
punishment relied heavily upon the use of shame. The idea was that we would
see the discomfort of another of us stuck in a cage, unable to get relief
for 10 days and it would serve to make the rest make an extra effort not to
have that happen to us. The shame of punishment was also intended to induce
a sense of compassion between subject and group. We were encouraged to
provide comfort and empathy to subject in order to help him through his
situation. As the name would imply, all of this was taken up a notch with
the Level 2 punishment.

Punishment day would start as soon as the subject completed breakfast. A
keeper would pull the subject aside and escort him to one of the training
rooms. In the room, the head housekeeper and often Master himself would
confront the subject with accusations and evidence. More often than not,
the evidence was video in nature. Although Master had a philosophy trust,
it was very much in the Cold War style of trust but verify. There was no
such thing as an unmonitored space in the house, and tapes were audited
weekly for problems. After being informed of the accusation, the confession
phase of the punishment was started. The subject would be required to
confess their violation, promise to never repeat it, and beg for mercy in
front of everyone. A simple acceptance of the accusation in the presence of
Master was not enough. Master demanded that the confession come from the
instinctive animal side of the mind. The confession must be true in every
nook and cranny of the body and mind. This required pushing beyond
conscious thoughts, getting beyond reflex, and getting down to the
instinctive moral mind. To that end, the dildo stool was brought, with the
full 9 inch by inch and half dildo mounted to it. The subject was secured
to it by his ankles. The act of sittling on it forced an erection. At this
point, a normal guy or even a new slave might beg for mercy. However, the
conditioning we underwent instilled a sense of pride in our bodies. The
subject would force himself to take the dildo, and show off his erection as
an attempt at demonstrating loyalty to Master. Even a good display of pain
tolerance and loyalty would not stop the punishment howerver. The subject's
full-blown erection was secured by a cock ring. Next, a vibrator was placed
under the subject's balls to drive the erection even farther. As the cock
ring was too small to allow orgasm, the subject was soon stuck in a place
racked by pain on his inside from riding the dildo, but getting the
involuntary pleasure of being close to climax. Of course the pleasure of
being near orgasm would soon give way to frustration. Frustration would
turn to anguish as lactic acid built up in the muscles and the limits of
cardiac endurance were approached. Anguish turned to terror as the fear
that it wouldn't end set in. Then almost magically, terror turned into an
acceptance of sorts that would in turn produce a true confession. The
process could take anywhere from two to eight hours depending on the
person. As a safety measure, the subject was allowed to drink water as
needed, and a break for urination was allowed every two hours. Taking the
break only made things worse however. The subject would have to urinate
past large amounts of precum, thus incurring a significant burning
sensation. Then the subject faced having to start the cycle all over
again. At length, the subject would be ready to give his confession and the
next phase began.

Judging by the time, it had taken about five and half hours to produce the
confession today. The subject presently was seated in the chair and silence
fell over the room. Master announced our housemate had something to tell
us. Trying to hold back tears, our housemate proceeded to tell us that he
had had sex with another slave. He knew it was wrong, but he let his urges
get the better of him. It was a moment of weakness that he couldn't
control. He begged our forgiveness and asked for help dealing with his
urges better in the future.

With the confession given, it was time for the punishment phase to
begin. The cock rings keeping the subject hard were released. An ice pack
was then applied to the subject's erection in order shrink the subject's
cock to as small a size as possible. Realizing that orgasm was going to be
completely denied often this caused the subject to almost completely
breakdown. They had spent hours longing for orgasm only to have the rug
completely ripped out from under them. Once the subject's erection had been
relieved, a chastity cage was fitted. The subject was then led, often
incoherently crying out, to an isolation room until lights-out time that
night.

At bed time that night, the subject was brought into the sleeping area. A
decline weight bench was setup in the middle of the room. The subject laid
down on it and was secured by the ankles, knees, and thighs. There was no
need to restrain the hands as constant training to only cum when authorized
had removed the instinct to make any play for the genitals. A human-sized
hamster bottle of water was positioned so that the subject could drink from
it. The chastity cage would be removed, exchanged for bullet vibrators
under the head of the cock and under the balls. A rope was run from the
subject's balls to ceiling, and back down subject's chest. The rope was
attached to a chain running between nipple clamps. The length was adjusted
to that if the subject crunch up, it would go slack, but if the subject
went all of the way down, it pull hard on the balls and nipples. Lastly, a
pressure switch was secured to the bench under the subjects
shoulders. Laying on the switch turn off the vibrators, raising off of it
turned them on. The subject now had a choice of allowing the vibrators to
push them to orgasm in exchange for spending the energy to keep their abs
tight, or he could stop the vibrators and relax by accepting the intense
pain.

For the next eight hours, the rest of us share in our housemates struggle
with making the choice from minute to minute. Tonight, the intense
conditioning training would work against him. All of the work on the abs,
all of the work producing multiple orgasms, all of the edging control work,
it would only serve now to extend torment. The subject would not be able to
simply pass out. As a reflex motion to avoid the tugging on his nipples,
the subject would crunch up. At first the sensation of the vibrators was
the lesser of evils to deal with. That would all change after the first
orgasm, which due to the pent up demand, would not take long. Orgasm would
bring with it a devil's choice. Stay crunched and deal with the pain of
being milked immediately after cumming, or relax down onto the bench and
deal with the pain of the rope on the balls and nipples imposed on an
post-orgasm body of greatly heightened sensitivity. The initial screaming
could be intense but would soon subside into a whimpers. It would
eventually build back up again in erotic moaning leading inevitably to
another now unwanted orgasm. After each orgasm, the subject would double
his effort to crunch up in order to get relief from the stimulation, each
time screaming louder from the effort. No one would get much sleep
tonight. Simultaneously we both did and did not want to be him. Yes, he
broke the rules and was being punished but at the same time our housemate
was suffering badly and at some level we wish we could take some of it for
him.

In the morning, we were allowed to end our housemates punishment. We would
hold him up as we shut off the vibrators. Taking him into a tight embrace,
we would try to comfort him during for the final bout of searing pain that
comes with the removal of the nipple clamps. We would pick him up and lay
him down on a bed in order to message out the muscle cramps. Aloe would be
messaged into his swollen cock and balls. When he could stand up again, we
would walk him to the shower and clean off his cum and urine stained
body. Sin would be answered with comfort, shame with new respect for facing
punishment and surviving.