I was chained to the cold stone wall of Masters dungeon. My hands chained at the wrist with metal manacles that looked to be ancient. The thick metal bands were digging into my wrist and hands. It was so painful at first but the real pain was to come later in the night and morning. I could at least touch the stone floor with my toes and push my self up a little to take a bit of pressure off my hands and wrist. After a while of standing on tip toes my calfs started to cramp and I was forced to let my legs relax and suffer the pain in my wrists as I hung limp to let my legs recover. After a bit I stood back on tip toes and releave the pain a little in my wrists! And this is how the next few hours went. Of course I was totally unprepared for the pain to come in my shoulders. Omg my shoulders we're on fire! And I had long since wore out my legs so I could not use them to releave the pain in my shoulders!! Time seemed to stand still as I suffered on the wall. I'm sure I blacked out a few times but in the pitch black of the dungeon ,who knows? And each time I woke up to the pain and misery. I cried, I screemed for help, I even prayed for relief and then finally I prayed for sweet death. The muscles in my legs were jelly so all I could do in the end was hang there and suffer and think of Madams last words. "Enjoy cum slave, good night."
By the time that Madam found her way down to the dungeon the next morning I was delirious and hallucinating! I was in a huge pit of firey hell. My hands were blue and swollen. My elbows were screaming in pain. My shoulders were probably disjointed and stretching the rotercuff ligaments painfully as I was almost flat-footed on the stone floor by then!! Madam opened the dungeon door a story above my head, the light was so bright that it was like looking into the sun! I saw a silhouette of Madam for a brief moment before I had to look away. I looked at the stone floor as I was trained to do, and a shiver ran down my spine, not only from the cold damp basement but also from the sight of Madam. As I listened to her high heels clicking on the stone floor I had mixed emotions. On the one hand I felt a surge of fear for what I knew was going to happen to me and second a sense of relief that my suffering might come to an end although probably briefly. The thing that was the most revealing to me was that my cock, that had almost retreated inside of me during the night, was rock hard the moment I laid eyes on my torturer and Madam. I knew that i would suffer through anything that my hot Madam desired just to be allowed to lick and suck her off and swollow her pissy cum!!!👸🔒🛐🔒💓. Thank you Madam indeed!!!
The next day was the beginning of my submission for the next few years. In the next chapter I will try to describe all of the pain and suffering and the occasional incredible release of cum that happens when we are denied pleasure for such a long time. I think that I was only allowed to cum maybe 6 or 7 times while I was there cumslave but omg the release was a so incredible I must say I would do it all again. I would even have been there cumslave forever if they had wanted me. But they eventually found a younger and hotter slave and I was escorted out of the house one day with only a pink pair of panties on. No shoes, no I.D., no money...ect. but how I servived the time after is another story.
