Date: Tue, 23 May 2006 11:55:19 -0500
From: ID Zervit <idzervit@lycos.com>
Subject: Permanent Bondage: 8. The Impaler

My ass longed to rid itself of the monster.  My hands, hanging
helplessly began to ache.  My balls were stretched and sore.  Any
slight movement I made pulled on the chains connected to them.  My
feet and legs cramped from being held rigid in one position
for so long.  My entire body went from uncomfortable, to sore, then
to painful...pain that was unendurable, and yet I had to endure
it!  There were no choices for me any longer.  Master would decide
how much pain I could take, and just what I could and WOULD
endure!  I lost conscientiousness several times.  Each time I
roused from pain-induced stupor, I wished to be unconscious again.
I wished most of all for Master to return and to release me from this
cage.  I knew full well that release from this current horror
would only be replaced by some other horror.  This was what I had
longed for all my life - total slavery - permanent bondage.
Whether or not I could "take it" mattered not in the least.  I
would endure it.  I had signed the contract.  I no longer had
choices, and I had to learn to quit wishing and hoping.  I would simply
endure.  This was my fate.  To even mentally question this was
futile.  This monster up my butt was there to teach me about futility, about
hopelessness.  The iron encircling my ankles and my balls were
my new teachers.  The collar around my neck was my guru, leading me
to acceptance of the fact that I was now the property of
another.  My attachment to Master's dungeon was permanent.  I was
now a part of the dungeon, cemented to its floor.

I have no idea how much time passed before Master's return.  The
water jug was empty.  The cement was long dry.  I had watched
it turn color, from dark when wet, to a powdery white when dry.
The door opened.  He paid me no attention initially and went to
the center of the room to check the cement, removing the frame
which held the chain and pulling with all his weight against the
floor.  He knew it was dry and that the chain was secure.  This
show was for my benefit.  My dick sprang into action and labored
against its bondage as I watched him.

He walked slowly over toward me, looking at me without emotion.
After standing and staring for a moment, he unlocked the top of
the cage which released my hands.  I couldn't move them at first,
then slowly, painfully, I lowered them to rest on my knees.  I dare
not touch anything else for fear of being punished - as if I were
not ALREADY in pain.  He released the iron from my ankles and
disconnected the chains from the iron ball ring which he left in
place.  The chest and waist straps were removed.

"Get up," he said, knowing that I could not without assistance.  He
placed his arms under mine and pulled me up off of the dildo.
My ass stretched painfully as it came past the wide point of the
monster.  "Unscrew the dildo," he added after I was fully standing.  I
thought I was rid of the monster, but apparently wherever I was
going, it was coming with me.  I knelt on sore knees and unscrewed
the thing from the floor.  I stood with Master's help and stepped
painfully out of the cage, wondering when I would visit it again.

We walked over to the wash basin where he made me stand still so
that he could remove the penis sheath and the iron ball ring.  I
stood naked except for my collar.  I leaned backward slightly to
counter the pull of the heavy chain.  He motioned me into the
basin, and directed me to clean the dildo, and then to lay it aside
on a shelf to dry.  After several enemas, he washed me all over
with soap and left me standing to dry.  I liked very much the
feeling of being completely naked except for my collar.  After I
was mostly dry, Master cuffed my hands behind me, then placed the dildo
in my hands.  I was to keep it with me.  I was then led me a
small metal bowl on the floor near the door.  I was apparently
going to be fed.  I was hungry.  I knelt down and ate the
tasteless, cereal-like mush ravenously.  It was difficult to keep my balance,
struggling on sore knees and balancing the dildo behind me, but I
managed to eat all of the mush.  I then drank some water from
another bowl.  Such was breakfast, or lunch, or dinner or whatever
it was.  I no longer had a sense of time.

We headed back over toward the cage.  My heart sank.  I had had
enough of the cage for a while.  The neck chain pulled at me as I
walked.  Master lifted the chain to assist me.  We passed the cage
and stopped at the impaler, a simple metal rod rising from the
floor.  My mind raced with joy and fear!  I tried not to tremble as
Master released my cuffed hands.  I brought my hands and the
dildo around to the front of me.  Master instructed me to mount the
dildo onto the metal rod.  There was a screw fitting to
accommodate it!  He then had me bend over and, sticking the squirt
gun up my ass, filled me with the lubricant.  I knew what was
coming.  Turning me around, he backed me toward the wall until I
was standing over the dildo aimed at my ass.  He reached over
into the cage, retrieved the iron ankle stocks I had worn before,
and screwed them into place around my ankles.  Spreading my legs
apart brought my ass downward.  The dildo barely grazed my asshole.
Next he put the locking ball ring back around my still
aching balls.  Should I complain?  Should I ask for mercy?  I dared
not speak - it might make things worse!  My job was to comply
willingly and to respect Master's plan, whatever it might mean for me.

After recuffing my hands behind me, he put the plastic pissing
sheath back on my struggling dick.  I enjoyed his touching my dick
and longed for more, but Master had a plan for it I was sure!  For
now, I must be content to suffer bondage.  He hung a light weight
metal pail from my bound balls.  There was enough room between my
spread-apart legs for the pail to swing to and fro.  He then
ran the piss tube into the bucket and taped it into place.  My own
piss would fill the bucket and lightweight would turn to very
heavy.  He put ear plugs into my ears and onto my head he placed a
leather hood with no eye holes, only nostril ventilation and a
hole for the water tube to be taped into place in my mouth.  The
hood laced up the back of my head, and around my neck.  It felt
good.

He ran his hands lightly over my arms, checking for circulation, I
guess.  He cupped and fondled my balls and rechecked the penis
tubing.  Then there was a long pause.  I could not tell if he had
walked away, or was standing near me.  And then I felt his hands on

my shoulders.  He gently pushed me down onto the waiting monster.
I sat down, slowly consuming its hugeness, pushing,
stretching, until my asshole found the narrow spot and I was stuck.  He then loosened the rod so that it could be raised, and
pushed me up with it until I was barely standing on my heels.  I
was impaled, stretched upward by the ass.  I could only stand there

helpless, and drink water, and piss, and fill the bucket.  How long
would he leave me in this state?  What difference did it make?
There would only be some other fiendish bondage situation to
follow, then another, then another...for the rest of my life!

Enjoy, and please let me know if you do...
idzervit@lycos.com