Humiliation will only work if it is part of its decision to submit.
It can’t be forced on it against its will and be expected to improve its self-image or have positive results.
Humiliation training for a slave boy has many purposes.
Slave humiliation training is by its very nature, psychological humiliation. One of the primary reasons for using it is to force the slave to push the “choice decision” it has made to obey its Master and be subject to his will. Care must be made to now push humiliation exercises beyond its consent or it would be worthless for training. Humiliation forces it to realize how deeply this decision is and how obedience is not always easy. In some cases, it can also provides positive reinforcement.
For many there is great satisfaction and emotional release in undergoing and surviving humiliation training. It gives the slave boy a sense of accomplishment and it can draw it nearer its Master emotionally.
Humiliation of a slave can have a positive or negative psychological effect. So know your slave and use caution. As its Master, you are responsible for its growth and development. It is simply another tool to use in its training. Some slaves have a strong negative and counter productive aberration to some techniques. But some are very well trained by humiliation.
Care should be taken to avoid emotionally or psychologically overload of the senses that can cause the slave to put up and emotional wall to protect the self. Humiliation is often used as part of discipline training, scene play and punishment. Often verbal abuse is used to set the stage before punishment.
Humiliation training is not the same as the slave boy being hurt and deeply humiliated by lies told to it or dishonesty. That is a whole new ballgame outside the scope of training discussed here. It is not bdsm but abuse. It will have a positive effect on the Master slave relationship where being hurt from lies and dishonest will certainly not. Forcing a slave to suck your dick in a public place does not necessary destroy Master/slave trust as would a lie or dishonesty. Yes, you can and should be intense but use common sense.
Examples of slave humiliation training:
Act as objects (furniture, ashtray, footstool, art, etc.)
Address Dom’s as Sir,. – I don’t consider this slave training humiliation only good slave behavior
After sex, making sub lick off your cum and its juices from your penis – well for me it’s not humiliation
Age play.
Anal plug – Using an Anal plugs under its clothing. For some slave’s this is effective humiliation, and for others it is just fun or feels good.
Ask for drink, food, cigarettes, etc. – this is natural.
Bathroom use control – this is natural.
Blindfolds – by itself I don’t consider it slave training humiliation.
Bondage that exposes body and/or places in odd positions.
Boot worship at odd moments – this can be effective slave training humiliation if used in public.
Caged in private and alone.
Carrying a doll or toy around – can be effective slave training humiliation in public.
Crawl on all 4’s.
Cum or urinate into their food – effective humiliation for many.
Curse words (Whore, Slut, Worthless, etc.)
Dancing/stripped tease.
Displayed in cage.
Eat from a pet dish.
Eat from floor.
Eat without utensils.
Enema.
Eye contact restrictions.
Feed submissive from hand.
Foot worship.
Forced nudity(most slaves are keep nude at home.)
Forced masturbation where Master chooses in public places.
Forced shopping for BDSM toys.
Forced slave auction.
Forced to go to bathroom in front of others.
Gaging.
Golden shower.
Inspection of body cavities in private.
Inspection of body cavities in public.
Ignoring slave.
Handcuffs in public.
Handcuffed to a shopping cart while shopping.
Harem–serving with others.
Having food chosen for it.
Having clothing chosen for it.
Hold ping pong ball or coin against the wall with its nose while kneeling.
Hood.
Human Garbage Can.
Immobilization.
Lead on leash.
Leave bathroom door opened.
Leave note with embarrassing instructions.
Made to urinate in front of others.
Maid services.
Make sub wear underwear that you’ve urinated on.
Mask.
Nipple clamps under see thru top.
Orgasm control and/or denial.
Pet roles (act like a dog, cat, etc.)
Presenting in private and public.
Send shopping with note and hand it to clerk.
Serve others (supervised or unsupervised).
Shave head.
Shave pubic hair(most slaves keep everything but head shaved.)
Slap face.
Slave positions (kneel, stand, etc.)
Spanking (public.)
Speech restriction.
Stand in corner.
Swallow urine.
Suck dildo in car, so others can see.
Take pictures or videos.
Verbal abuse.
Wear a cat collar with a bell on ankle in public.
Wear diapers.
Wear Masters cum on your face without wiping.
going commando
Wear collar everywhere.
Wear clothes that are ripped or mismatched.
Wear a sign around neck or write on body (slut, slave, etc.)
This is a very exhaustive and extensive list. Obviously, not all apply to every slave/boy and relationship, but it’s a good range to understand how to inflict and enforce humiliation.
It’s really hard to get humiliation right because if the sub/slave asks for it, or asks for certain things to be done, they’re not as humiliating as being forced to do something that was not pre-planned. Of course, it takes a lot of trust (from both sides) and attentiveness on part of the Dom to know where the line is for his sub/slave.
The most effective forms of humiliation for me have been times where the Dom was exposing me to things I had not experienced before (turning into a table for the first, turning into a human ring toss for the first time, administering an enema for the first time). After these experiences, I ask for them to relive that humiliating experience, but you really can’t relive the rush of the first time unless it’s something new and just as degrading and humiliating.
Tellement content de voir que je suis pas seul à le penser. En général quand l'un d'eux se présente à moi, je dis que je n'utilise pas de pute, histoire qu'ils entendent appeler un "chat" un chat leur rôle/métier qu'ils entendent jouer.
Après faut assumer ce qu'on est. Et ça ne veut pas dire que je ne respecte pas les soumis qui ont besoin de se faire écraser et exploiter pour jouir
Scott snapped a quick pic to his superiors to let them know that he had successfully infiltrated the DroneTech facility. He was tasked with investigating their operations of one of their "recruitment" centers. Recently they had received a tip that a handful of missing persons had last been seen entering the facility.
He decided the best way into the building was by signing up for a tour and then break away and disguise himself as worker and sneak around. The rubber suit he was wearing was identical to those reportedly worn by DroneTech employees but was created by the police's research department as opposed to DroneTech.
He dressed himself in regular clothing to hide the suit and proceeded to the facility. He took a deep breath and entered. He quickly found his tour group and fell in line with the others as they walked through the lobby and further into the facility while the tour guide droned on boringly.
Upon entering the main work floor, he discovered a problem with his plan. Every worker on the floor, while dressed in a suit identical to his, has a gas mask and hood over their head. The masks completely covered their faces, hiding every identifying feature under thick, heavy rubber. The lenses of the mask were mirrored so not even the faintest traces of the human inside could be seen.
He knew that he would have to obtain one to be able to infiltrate further and saw various places where there were suits and masks sitting around on trays and tables but never felt like a good opportunity appeared to snatch one.
Almost as if answering his prayer one of the more rambunctious tourists started asking a lot of questions about missing persons and everything. He looked over at the man and immediately recognized him as a reporter for a local news. The tour guide's demeanor quickly changed realizing who the man was and signaled their security. Two muscular rubberclad drones quickly flanked the man who started yelling louder and louder. Scott realized that this was the distraction he needed and quickly but subtly snagged a mask off a tray and quickly tucked it into his jacket. A quick glance around led to a sigh of relief as everyone was still focused on the screaming reporter being hauled away by the security drones.
After the commotion died down the tour guide apologized and proceeded to continue with the tour, going through a clearly very rehearsed script explaining the facility and its operations.
While passing through a busy hallway, Scott saw a small bathroom across from a "Restricted" area and decided that this was his chance. He slid into the restroom quietly while the group was looking at something the other direction and quickly stashed his clothing for easy retrieval. He stood in the restroom now wearing nothing but the rubber suit. He looked down at the mask.
He held the mask in his hands and inspected it. To him it looked like a regular rubber gasmask. The lenses were mirrored and the only opening he could see was at the neck. He knew the rubber was a special formula designed by DroneTech but as far as he knew it was just a more durable rubber.
He slowly slid the mask over his head. The inside of the mask was slick with some type of lubricant that made putting it on a simple task. The intense smell of the rubber, however, caught him off guard and made his head swim and lungs burn. He coughed uncontrollably for a few moments before he started to adjust to the intense smell, regaining his composure and standing up straight. He looked back at himself in the mirror and saw that he now was completely identical to the rubberclad workers and wouldn't have any issue at all blending in with them as he did his reconnaissance.
He felt his cock stir against his suit as he admired himself in the mirror. He rubbed his crotch for a moment, basking in the feeling of the rubber and the complete anonymity that it provided. The pleasure gently flowing through him masked the pleasurable tingling sensation that was happening wherever the DroneTech rubber was touching. He wanted to stand there and enjoy himself more but knew that he had a job to do.
With a few deep breaths to regain his composure and build up his confidence. He exited the restroom and purposefully walked across the hall and through the restricted access door. He was immediately blown away by what he saw.
The room was filled with rows upon rows of what he could best describe as pods. Each one had a rubberclad drone secured inside with various tubes and mechanical bits running around it. He approached one of them cautiously, trying to maintain a safe distance as to not draw attention to himself. Inside appeared a mixture of a chair and a harness.
The drone was suspended in the device, it's arms and legs bound tightly by metal clamps around its wrists, ankles and neck, all connected to a centralized support frame. He could see something large lodged in the drone's rear with wires connected to it as well as a device wrapped firmly around its cock with tubes and wires coming out of it. He looked closer at the tube and could see that the drone's cum was being pumped out via one of the tubes which led into the side of the pod in an almost steady stream. He stepped a little closer and noticed a few more tubes running around the pod. One led to the end of the mask which he assumed was to control breathing and the others snaked around and connected to the various parts of the drone's body. A larger tube fed through a hole in the metal collar and looked to be injecting something directly into its neck.
Although he was concerned, he found himself becoming aroused by the sight. He realized that with his current disguise, that could be him up there and no one would know. He rubbed his throbbing member through the rubber suit and fantasized about being suspended and milked for all he was worth. He didn't realize that the tingling sensation from the mask was had spread down his neck and over his chest.
He rubbed a hand across his chest and passively noted how he felt like he could feel through the rubber as though it was his own skin. It tingled pleasantly but he paid it no mind. He kept passing pod after pod, most occupied but some empty. He found himself gazing longingly at the empty pods as he passed them, part of him was incredibly curious about how it worked. A loud shouting drew his attention from the pods and he moved in closer to investigate.
The shouting was coming from the reporter from earlier and Scott crouched down to see what was going on. He saw the man, now wearing a rubber suit identical to the other drones, being restrained by two large rubber men, one on each side and a smaller man in a suit standing in front of him. He couldn't hear what the man was saying but heard the reporter yell back.
"You can't fucking do this! Let me go! Do you have any idea who I am!?"
Neither the man nor the drones seemed to care what he was saying and the man pulled out gasmask identical to those of all the workers...and Scott...and unceremoniously forced it over the struggling man's head. His cries of protest quickly muffled by the thick rubber. Scott passively rubbed his hand along his throbbing erection as he watched as the man then pulled out a small device and pressed one of the buttons on it. Scott felt a small electric jolt, like he had a static shock in his ears but was too engrossed by what was happening to the man to take notice.
As if on command the trapped man's cock sprung to life, going from flaccid to full mast in an instant. His muffled protests quickly turned to lusty moans. The well dressed man displayed a devilish grin and pressed another button the device. Scott watched as two vacant pods opened up next to the man. The man's smile quickly turned to confusion as he looked at the two pods, clearly he was only expecting one. With a shrug he stepped aside and gestured for the drones to escort the now pleasure stricken man into the pod.
With mechanical efficiency the drones positioned the man into the harness. He was too far wrapped in his own pleasure to process much of what was going on and once he was positioned correctly, the pod activated and all the clamps closed with a snap. The man had a moment of shock and tried to move but only the slightest wriggle was possible against the restraints.
A tube crept down from the roof the pod. It snaked its way down and through a hole in the back of the harness' collar and lanced itself directly into the man's neck. He noticed the man seemed to cease what little struggling he could offer, seeming to become completely rigid in the harness.
Scott then watched as mechanical arms descended and started spraying a black liquid all over the man. Within a matter of seconds he was completely coated in it. The pod lit up a warm red color as Scott could see the liquid quickly solidify and smooth out on the man. In no time the man was now completely sealed in a rubber suit identical to all the others.
The man in the suit looked back at the man now trapped in the pod and smirked before turning to walk away. Scott could tell he was more than confident the problem had been resolved. The drones, however, remained where they were to monitor the process.
A strange whirring sound emanated from the pod now and he saw movement from behind the man. A pleasure filled moan echoed loudly and Scott could only assume that the plug he saw in the drone earlier was now nestled firmly in his rear. He continued rubbing his own aching dick through the rubber while he watched the event unfolding in front of him. The pleasurable tingle reaching over his arms and down his abdomen now.
He couldn't believe how horny he was getting. He was having a hard time focusing on anything but the throbbing, almost painful, need burning in his dick. He looked down at his body, noting how the rubber felt like it was gripping his body more, almost adhering to it. Where before the rubber smoothed out his muscular frame, now it seemed to almost accentuate it.
Distracted by his own lust, he didn't notice the tubes snaking down from the roof of the pod and attaching themselves to the man in various places. He did hear another faint whir which drew his attention back to the pod. He glanced back at the last moment to see a tube connect itself to the mask, presumably to control airflow of the inhabitant.
A silver metallic cylindrical tube rose up from the floor of the pod and expertly guided itself over the man's throbbing rubber erection. He heard the man scream in ecstasy as various tubes and wires worked inserted themselves into the shaft. About a minute passed by and the euphoric screaming had died down into a almost mindless moan then silence. The final touch signaling the completion of the process was when a screen on top of the pod flickered to display "WT-4885". The man was now nothing more than just another drone being milked in a pod.
Scott knew he had discovered the evidence he needed and should leave but as he was getting ready to make a break for it he spotted the open pod next to the now finished drone.
...enter the pod...
He heard the idea flicker in his head and felt a strange compulsion to obey it. He knew that was completely out of the question though. He needed to leave and report his findings to bring this shady company down.
Scott shook his head violently in an attempt the clear the fog drifting over his mind. He was so horny it was getting difficult to thing straight. He knew he needed to get out of there, to escape, but he kept getting his thoughts drawn back to the open pod and how it was almost beckoning him inside.
He was starting to panic, claustrophobia set in and he needed to breath, the suit was too tight, the mask was too tight. He reached back to find the edge of the mask and pull it off but his fingers couldn't seem to find it. It was as if it had merged with his suit into a single solid piece. He pulled at he mask itself but couldn't get it to even budge. It felt like he was pulling on his own face rather than a mask.
....relax...obey...enter the pod...
A wave of relaxation wash through him as the voice echoed through his mind again. His hands slowly dropped from the mask down to his sides and he simply stood there, half dazed.
... drone...enter the pod...obedience brings pleasure....
The tingling sensation slowly creeping down his body finally reached his groin and instead of a gentle electric tingle. It became a raging inferno of ecstasy. Scott immediately reached for his dick, which was now extending proudly from his body. The rubber suit having somehow shifted into a rubber sheath that gripped his shaft tightly. All thoughts of escape and his mission was lost to lust as he stood there and beat his rubber meat like a mad man.
...pleasure brings obedience...obedience brings pleasure...enter the pod...submit to the hive...
Scott's coherent mind was screaming and he was trying to force himself to run but his pleasure stricken body wouldn't fully obey him. Lust consumed him and he could offer no real resistance as he slowly found himself approaching the open pod...his pod. As he approached the two muscular drones nearby noticed him and moved in to intercept. He, however, didn't notice the drones until he felt their strong arms grip his own, holding him tightly.
The sudden restraint shocked his addled mind back to awareness. He realized what he was doing and also what was going to happen. He started struggling with every ounce he could muster against the two drones.
...do not resist...submit...good drones are rewarded....obey....
The fear coursing through him diluted the intensity of the voice echoing into his mind. Even through he was struggling he couldn't really do anything as he was dragged toward the pod that was still beckoning to him. If he could just get an arm free...just get out of there. The voices kept whispering to him and he could feel himself slowly slipping back into a daze.
His struggling was getting weaker and weaker but as he crossed the threshold of the pod, that no longer really mattered. The drones easily forced his body into the harness.
Cold metal clamped around his arms, legs and neck. He struggled the best he could, fighting with what little bit of will he could muster. He found that little more than a wiggle was all he was able to make. The metal frame wrapped around his body held him tight and shut down all but the slightest of movement.
...relax...obey...submit...
He watched in horror, vividly remembered what had happened to the man he watched earlier as. A faint noise from above confirmed his fears. A moment later and he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck as thousands of tiny wires spread out from the site, attaching themselves to his spine and nervous system. A small gasp was all he could muster before the system seized control and he found himself completely paralyzed.
...DRONE SKIN ERROR...FORIEGN MATERIAL DETECTED...REAPPLYING DRONE SKIN...
The voice echoed through his mind, much louder and clearer now that it was being pumped directly into his brain. He could only watch as two mechanical arms and sprayed a clear liquid over his entire body. The electric tingling faded from his body as he could see that the fake suit he had worn was completely melted off his body, exposing his bare skin. The only part remaining on him was the DroneTech mask he picked up earlier. Without warming the arms switched from the clear liquid to blasting him with thick black rubber. Scott was quickly being coated from head to toe in black DroneTech rubber. The electric tingling returned and was now much more intense. Even though he was unable to move, his cock throbbed painfully as it was assaulted by pleasure.
Red lights suddenly illuminated the pod and a pleasant warmth washed over him. He could feel the rubber dripping from his body start to tighten, gripping every inch of his body in its pleasant caress. The lights shut off and Scott was now completely encased in a real proper drone suit. The special rubber tightening to the point where it felt like it was merging with his skin. The pleasure turned into a blaze now that he was experiencing it through a real suit instead of his fake one.
He was too distracted by the pleasure coursing through him to hear the whirring sound but felt something hard press against his now exposed hole. The man had just a second to register the feeling before he felt something long and hard shove its into his virgin rubber ass. It felt like nothing he had experienced before. The plug seemed to envelope his prostate and start mechanically thrusting in and out. Scott felt like he could explode at any moment but the systems controlling his body refused to let that happen. He could only float there and moan, suspended as mind numbing pleasure washed through him.
A handful of small wires and tubes descended now, slithering over his body. Small probes were inserted into his body in various places. Hypodermic needles lanced into his nipples and caused even more pleasure to burn through him. A small clamp reached from the plug in his ass, nestling itself between his legs and a cock ring clamped down around his cock and balls which were throbbing almost nonstop.
Had the machine not been controlling his bodily functions, Scott would not have been able to remain conscious through the sensations flooding through him. He wasn't even sure that he would have been able to survive the ordeal at all.
...PLEASURE CENTER AUGMENTATION COMPLETE..DRONE WILL OBEY...DRONE WILL SUBMIT...
The words echoing in his mind were becoming completely indecipherable from his own thoughts, slowly replacing them entirely. He was starting to forget that he wasn't just another drone.
He watched helplessly as a long metal cylinder rose up from the floor. The hole at the front of the tube slowly slid itself over his engorged rubber cock. The inner lining of the tube was soft and squeezed his member pleasurably. Hidden rings inside the tube began gently stroking the member. Scott screamed into the mask as his entire body was overtaken in pleasure. He felt a tube force its way into his cock. Slithering down its length and locking inside.
...INSTALLATION COMPLETE...INITIATING EXTRACTION...DRONE WILL EXPERIENCE PLEASURE...
The words echoed in his mind as his body was wracked by the most extraordinary orgasm he had ever experienced. He felt like every atom in his body was exploding in pure ecstasy and he felt like time was standing still as he basked in unending bliss. Hot white cum started flowing through the tube attached to his cock, being pumped off to some undisclosed location.
His orgasm continued without end and he saw, although unable to process it, a large tube attach itself to the front of his mask. A sweet smell mixed with a sexy musk assaulted his nostrils and he felt a strange fog overtake his brain.
...ASSIMILATION COMPLETE...CONNECTING TO NEURAL HIVE NETWORK...
The front of the pod slid shut quickly, sealing him inside. The inner side of the glass was a mirror reflecting the drone within. Completely identical in every way to all the others. He looked at the drone hanging in front of him, not even realizing that it was him he was seeing.
Immediately he felt what little bit of his consciousness that remained seem to float away from his body. His entire being drifting away in a bubble of unimaginable and unending pleasure. He could sense others around him, feeling their pleasure radiating through him and his through them. A few seconds of basking in the hive's pleasurable consciousness and Scott began to find it hard to discern whether he was experiencing his own euphoria or that of another drone. Thoughts of obedience and pleasure echoed through his mind and slowly drowned out his own thoughts. Soon his mind was completely lost in the cloud of pleasure and swirling obedience. His entire being became entwined with the hive network, fusing with it and becoming one entity.
The screen above the pod flickered to reveal the ID of the newly converted drone. SJ-5120 sat there mindlessly cumming into the tube that eagerly pumped it away. No thought rattled around in its mind. It was a drone...Drone obeys...Drone submits..
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Most Master will from time to time wish to torture their slaves. It is then that their sadistic nature comes to the fore.
Torture, unlike punishment, is inflicting pain and suffering for pleasure.
There are basically two methods of inflicting torture; active and passive.
The first way involves continued action on the part of the Master such as an extended whipping. A thorough whipping can take up to an hour as He applies various instruments of pain to different parts of the slave’s body.
In the second method the Master sets up a situation which will apply the torture with very little further effort on his part. Such examples include, electro torture, use of astringents, nettles, itching power etc. Much has been written about safe and ‘no go’ areas of a slave’s body when it comes to whipping but provided common sense and a few simple rules are observed
it is possible to produce a slave well striped from head to toe safely. It is a common misconception to think that heavy whips must be used to mark the skin. It is invariably the case that a light multi-stranded whip will mark the slave just as well as a heavier whip in places where there is less fleshy protection whilst producing intense stinging pain and this kind of implement can be used for much longer than a heavier one as no damage is being caused. One of my master’s favourite whips consists of many strand of thin rigid plastic. I can be very accurate with this and it marks beautifully. It is safe to use on all parts of the slave’s body as it has very little weight.
Basic Rules
1. Heavy solid implements should only be used on buttocks and fleshy areas of the thighs above the knees.
2. The lower back between rib cage and buttocks is an absolute ‘no go’ area. There are vital organs here and no protection.
3. The remainder of the slave’s back, shoulders and arms are suitable targets but if a knotted whip is used it is best to avoid the spine.
4. No blows on the neck or face.
5. All areas of the slave’s front are safe for whipping but care should be exercised when applying the whip on the belly between the waist and genitals. Again the light whip will mark very well, produce intense stinging pain and no damage.
For an extended whipping it is best to secure the slave firmly with ropes or chains. My master’s favourite position is spread-eagled with leg spreader and wrists tied to hooks in the ceiling and the slave on my toes. There are then no parts of the body which are inaccessible. The torment of the slave undergoing a whipping can be increased by blindfolding or hooding it as it cannot tell when or where the next blow will land. The genital area can safely be included in a full body whipping provided a suitable instrument is used. The best is a short multi-stranded whip (10 to 15 cm) made from thin leather shoelace or similar. The lighter the better as it will cause no damage but the pain is intense.
For a complete body whipping master can remove the slave’s chastity device and secure his PA ring to his waist chain. This exposes the underside of his cock and his balls for treatment with the tiny whip. A full whipping can take an hour or more. There is no need to rush and the Master can take breaks in the proceedings should he feel the need for refreshment. After all - the slave is not going anywhere! When the Master is satisfied with his handiwork or he judges the slave has had enough it is best not to release it straight away unless, of course He wants an immediate service from it.
A period of reflection for the slave whilst it is still restrained after a whipping is good for its psychological conditioning. Make the slave hanging for up to 30 minutes after an extended whipping whilst Master relax with a drink on His bed. The slave should have been trained so that when it is released it drops immediately to its belly, crawls to its master’s feet and kisses them.
If the Master wishes to give His slave a thorough caning as apposed to a quick instant punishment it is a good idea to warm it up first with a paddle say or relatively light instrument before using the heavier stuff. The slave can be on its belly, bent over the edge of a table or bed, or bent double with its wrists attached to his ankles. A caning of tightly stretched buttocks is considerably more painful then on more relaxed ones so the really sadistic master will have his slave bent double for this torture.
As the slave’s pain threshold increases with ‘warming’ heavier implements can be used but the master should be aware that these will cause deep seated bruising so their use should be restricted to the fleshy well padded areas of buttocks and thighs.
The area where thighs and buttocks meet is particularly sensitive and will be painful for many days. It is important to keep well away from the base of the slave spine and to avoid wrapping around the hips where there is little protection and many nerves. Accurate caning of a slave in this way requires practice and the novice Master would be advised to carry this out on a couple of pillows before tackling the real thing.
Passive Torture
If the Master wishes to torture his slave with the minimum of effort then one of the following techniques can be employed. Master’s favourite position of bondage is to have the slave straddle a stool on which can be placed a variety of objects designed to make life very uncomfortable. The slave’s hands are bound tightly behind its back and its head harness is tied to a hook in the ceiling. Thus it is unable to move off the stool.
Objects placed on the top of the stool include:
• Triangular wooden block with a narrow flat edge at the top
• Cylinder about 10 to 15 cm in diameter
• Oversized butt plug
With the triangle in place different items can be placed on the top edge. Master’s favourites are;
• Double strip of carpet gripper, side by side
• Stinging nettles
• Soft cushioned pad impregnated with itching powder
The top edge of the triangular block is just a little too high so that having both feet flat on the floor is just too painful. In this position its perineum cock and balls are exposed to whatever rests on the top of the block. So to ease the discomfort the slave has to raise itself up on its toes.
Time is the big enemy, since eventually its muscles tire and it must adjust its position to relieve the stress. But that causes new stresses and pressures so there needs to be another shift and so on. It creates a downward spiral where shifting position becomes more and frequent whilst its crotch is being assaulted by top of the block. When it gets to the point where it is shifting continuously it is properly ‘riding the block’. It usually requires about 30 minutes torment to reach that point and during the build up time it is possible to have some very productive discussion with the slave regarding unsatisfactory elements of his servitude.
Once it is fully riding it is virtually impossible to have a coherent conversation since the slave’s mind is pretty much occupied in easing its distress. The time master make it ride depends on the infraction being corrected but it is never less than one hour. The use of carpet gripper, nettles, or itching powder is painful torture indeed. But it is very satisfying watching it struggle, legs spread wide, up on its toes.
Sooner or later its feet tire and it drops only to find increased torture of the sensitive flesh between its legs. An hour like this is really severe punishment and is reserved for the most serious infractions of the rules or when master is feeling particularly sadistic. But it does no permanent harm and a session makes the slave very penitent.
The punishment is made even more severe for the slave if the CBs are removed as there is then no protection for its balls and cock. The great thing about these punishments is that they require very little effort from the master. In fact the only effort it requires from the master is to make it stop. Master can read a book, watch TV, and if the slave is gagged master does not even need to listen to its please for mercy.
Another passive torture master ca, set it up with the slave seated on the stool. its bound arms are chained to the ceiling hook and its scrotum to a heavy weight just resting on the floor. If no weight is available then a leg spreader with a chain from its balls to a central attachment point can be used to prevent him from rising. After about 15 minutes master take the stool away. The anguish in slave face is clear to see so master replace it five minutes later but with a couple of nettle leaves, itching powder or the drawing pins resting on the top.
MasterI then lies back on his bed to ‘watch the show’. The slave is faced with two choices:
• Raise itself up from the stool to ease the pain in his buttocks and put strain on its thighs and scrotum
• Lower itself to the stool, and let the nettles etc. torture its buttocks
Master first set this up as a punishment because he was dissatisfied with the effort the slave was making when pleasuring him.
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