The Country House Part 3: Hanging - Alone?
The Master and Mistress did not trust me to be alone and uncaged in the country house the first time they went on holiday. Since I signed the contract six months ago for five years of slavery this was the longest I had been left alone. That time I was locked inside my basement quarters. No window, just a toilet, sink and bed. So I didn't go crazy due to the confinement however, they did allow me a portable television - the first I had seen for six months. Although the week was long, at least this made it go slightly quicker. Of course the full size chastity belt padlocked on me completely stopped any other ideas I had, even if I were to want to disobey the Mistresses express wishes.
Now a further year on, and that the Master and Mistress would be away for three weeks skiing in Aspen, it was decided that although I would be under strict instructions, I would be free to walk around the house and estate and complete my chores as normal. Although I did not look forward to their leaving, I was certainly glad that I would not be imprisoned for that time. I guess even they would not wish that on me. Secondly, three weeks would be a longer period for the estate to be neglected.
It only took a couple of days for me to realise that without anyone at the house for me to clean up after that my daily chores were taking less time than normal. Secondly without the Mistress there paging me to tend to her needs, sexually or otherwise I now had a lot more time on my hands.
At the end of the first week, I realised that whilst the camera in the corner of my quarters could be viewed from the master bedroom to check my compliance, there was no reason for me to wear the full chastity belt at night or lock my hands away from my body at the top of the bed. So I didn't.
After the general chores were finished I generally had the whole afternoon to myself. After two weeks alone I took the plunge. I sat in the main living room, on the sofa - something which was already enough that if I dared to do I would certainly have received a severe punishment for cheekiness - and I watched their massive plasma TV. Somehow, run of the mill afternoon TV was boring compared to the life I was now living. Although I was to all intents and purposes I was a real-life slave, it was to a couple of multimillionaires, and I was used as a sextoy by a sexually unrepressed ex-model once a day. And now, I even had their huge mansion and 100 acres of estate just to myself. Life could be a lot worse...
Just because I could, I just got naked. My usual uniform of just a pair of tight shorts, I took off, and just left on the floor and just walked around the house. It was a very strange feeling. Secondly without the speedos taking the weight of it, my nudity accentuated the feeling of the smaller chastity device the Mistress left on me. It was devilishly simple. A metal hoop fastened around the base of the head of my penis. A clasp hinged over the head of my penis, digging slightly into the natural slit at the end. It locked with a tiny key, and when it was on it was impossible to remove without it - I had long since given up trying. The other most interesting feature was that not only did it vibrate, the vibrations were controlled by a radio transmitter the Mistress kept with her. The vibrations were not enough to orgasm, but it was enough to promote and hold a powerful erection. This was of course one of the uses that the Mistress used it for. However, its positioning made masturbation very painful and impossible to orgasm from.
Despite the fact that it was of course not activated to vibrate, it's weight was a constant reminder it was there, stretching and elongating my penis down and when I walked it made it swing side to side. It was not unpleasant though, and I enjoyed a stroll around the grounds in the sunshine completely naked. I wasn't a hundred percent carefree though as although the house was closed and there would be no visitors, already a few times parcel couriers came up onto the estate and left parcels in the porch. I knew though if I heard anyone come I would have plenty of time to get out of the open and hide behind a tree or bush until they left.
I also started to explore the house and for the first time I could go where I pleased without having to be there to concentrate on a chore. I walked, naked, around the house and through to the office. Of course without their express request there was no way I would have a right to go in there, but I went in. I walked around, looked at items on the desk and sat at the chair and put my feet up like the Master often did. I contemplated turning their PC on. From spending a lot of time on the net I hadn't even seen it for eighteen months. I knew however that if they checked they would find out I had been on it, and the punishment for that would not even be worth contemplating.
I checked the draws of the desk and found one to be unlocked. Looking inside I found the radio controller for my chastity device - I had seen the Mistress with it. I pressed the button and it buzzed into action. It was the first stimulation I had had for two weeks, and the familiar ache was welcome, although the knowledge I could go no further was frustrating so I stopped it by pressing it again. Also inside the drawer was a stack of DVDs with dates on them. I grabbed them and took them to the main lounge and put on the first. I recognised the scene immediately as the dungeon and one of the Master and Mistresses parties. If only the guests knew they were being recorded by a dozen secret cameras...
I was transfixed and seeing the best shots from the parties for an hour, I felt my familiar need for being in bondage. I had not been in bondage or sexually stimulated for two weeks - by far the longest it had been since my time at the country house. I went to the dungeon and picked out a simple pair of cuffs and a couple of snap hooks. I could have just cuffed myself there, but the sunny day and cool breeze as well as the slight risk of discovery took me outside. I snapped the cuffs behind my back and imagined being forced into the garden. Whilst I was there I found a hanging branch, unsnapped the snap hook attached to a cuff and put my hands over the branch and locked myself back in. I stood there for a few minutes drifting away, but the position lacked stimulation. I unsnapped one of the hooks and went to search out more stimulation.
After a few minutes, and walking through the courtyard I remembered the many rings set into the wall at various highs for tethering horses to, and maybe knowing the sexual preferences of the Master and Mistress set there to harness submissives to. I found two perfect rings, about eight feet up the wall and three feet apart. My plan was hatched...
From the stables I grabbed two of the stools that were used for riders to get up to the larger handed horses. Putting both of them on the ground in front of the rings, and standing on them with my back to the wall, I found that I was exactly the right height to reach up, turn my wrist over and snap the hooks attached to each cuff to the rings on the wall. This was more like it. I then carefully stepped one foot them the other off the stools to leave myself hanging from the wall. I drifted away in bliss.
The sun shon down on me, and I closed my eyes imagining the Mistress seeing me here and what other torments she had in store. After what must have been an hour and my arms and wrists getting stiff, I stretched my arms and stepped back up on the stools and unhooked myself. Elated that I had found a new release for the final week before the Master and Mistress returned, I spent the rest of the day relaxing, contented by the pool.
After two more days of spending my afternoons attached and suspended against the wall in the warm sun, and after watching more of the dungeon party DVDs I yearned for more stimulation. Looking through the plethora of toys in the dungeon it was hard to choose. Just in the way of dildos, they were set out immaculately in order of size from almost finger thin to the width of a coke can. As well as that there were several larger ones of different shapes, and one even shaped like a fist. Although the Mistress had sometimes used a dildo on me, she only used a small or medium sized bendy latex one. Here there was hard plastic, jelly, glass, but the one I chose was a six inch long stainless steel one, hanging from a circular hook fixed in the base. I twisted the base and it sprang into life. Lubing it up I went down on all fours and pushed it slowly in. Standing up and feeling the weight of it I realised this was why the hook was there - it needed to be fixed in to that it wouldn't just slide out.
I had seen at some of the parties where I served drinks to guests that they often used a harness to keep it in. With so many lengths of chain and padlocks to choose from I decided to make my own. I locked a length tightly around my waist and then locked three shorter lengths to the hook in the base of the dildo. I slipped it back inside me, and padlocked the first two lengths to the chain around my stomach at the front, running either side of my cock and balls. Finally I reached behind and attached the third chain the the waist chain at the small of my back. The dildo was firmly placed, and my straining against it only moved my anus up and down the base of the dildo whilst it stayed rock solid to the harness.
I found a ball gag harness and tightened it tightly around the back of my head, over my head and under my chin, clamping it firmly in place and I padlocked it with a small padlock. The Mistress had often used nipple clamps and weights on my nipples. I picked out three lead weights and a set of vibrating nipple clips. Remembering a self-bondage method I used years ago I took a sock and filled it with four cubes of ice from the freezer. I would make good use of this as well as the piece of string and final two padlocks and keys...
Stepping outside, my heart racing, I couldn't wait to get to my usual place in the courtyard and stepped up on the stools. Above my head I found a good use for a nail above the right ring up in the wall that my right hand would be in. Making a loop of string I attached it around the sock and pushed the end of the sock though the nail on the wall. Carefully, I measured out the string so that when the ice melted, the loop would fall down the sock and the key that I tied to the end of the string would fall in reach of my hand. Perfect. I was set.
This time was different and my heart knew it, I could physically see it pumping through my ribs - once padlocked my cuffs to the rings, I had no escape until the ice melted in an hour or so. This was the biggest risk I had ever taken, and it was the thought of this which drove me on. I quickly clamped a clamp onto each nipple, turned them to vibrate, and hung one of the lead weights onto each nipple, pulling them down painfully. The final weight snapped onto a tiny ring attached to a tiny hook in the chastity device, and this stretched my limp, but filling penis downwards. Finally I twisted the base of the dildo to set it to a fast vibrate. Before I could think again I stepped up back onto the stools, reached up with each hand padlocked each cuff to the rings cemented into the wall. Click, and... click. Silence.
A rush took over me, and the adrenaline made me lightheaded. My heart raced. I stepped down off the stools, and hung there, vibrations running through my chest from the clamps meeting the vibration of the dildo deep inside me in the middle of my back and running through my stomach. I stretched my arms and hung there in bliss, my erection building, taking it all in. I drifted away imagining my Mistress walking around me pleased with her work. I must have been there for maybe an hour when I looked up to check the ice to find to my surprise that the ice was only a third melted. No matter, I had nowhere to be. I drifted off again, feeling my Mistress running her nails up and down my naked and vibrating bo...
I physically jumped at the bite of the vibration in my most sensitive area - but... what!? It was my chastity ring around the end of my cock. I instinctively looked around me and panicked - someone must be in the house and pressed the radio control. I gasped, then my logical head returned. I was alone, and I remembered where the control was - last time I saw it, I had it and I dumped it down with a load of chains back in the dungeon when I was getting ready - it must have fell or maybe the chain slipped onto the button and activated it, surely... relax...
As much as my heart started beating slightly slower, I then realised my predicament as my penis quickly arose, hanging horizontal now against the weight of the vibrating metal ring on the end. The most I had endured of it previously was around fifteen minutes, and that included ten minutes of agony from the painful stimulation under the ridge of the head of my cock. Pain, and no orgasm. I looked up again at the ice - less than half melted, maybe still two hours to go!?
I bowed my head in resignation to my fate. I hauled my feet up on the stool so I could at least take some pressure from my wrists. Despite the pain, and the weight attached to the end, my penis was almost vertical, the head a reddy-purple colour with the engorged flesh of my cock head billowing out either side of the vertical steel bar which bisected the head so painfully. I almost shed a tear as I imagined the possible pain of this after one or two hours or more. What was worse was that it was not my slavery and my Mistress who would be the cause of this worst ever pain, I was the master of my own stupid and helpless predicament.
I tried moving around to try to dullen the pain, but this was in vain. I thought I may as well take my mind off things and I stepped off the stools, once again stretching my arms above my head, my biceps brushing my ears. I drifted, and imagined both the Master and Mistress laughing at my stupidity, and as punishment, instead of merely being the eye candy as a near naked butler at the next party, I would be the one strapped to the equipment for the use of the women, and men, at the party. I was bent over, I could hear my Mistress laugh as the men took down their pants...
An engine. My eyes flicked open, and I kept perfectly still, as if this would help me hear above the din of the vibrators on me, and inside of me... For definate. An engine coming up the drive... The Master and Mistress were not due back for another week, surely not? No, the low rattle of a diesel engine was certainly not one of their calibre of vehicles, it was someone else. I shuddered at what would happen if they saw me like this, at best I would be molested, at worst the police would be here, and my life as I know it would be over.
Quickly I stretched myself up to step up... I did it too quickly and forgot that the pressure on my arms for god knows how long had made them sluggish and my clever trick of getting my feet on the stools at the same time didn't work when I wasn't high enough. I gasped as the front of my feet hit the top of the stools, and I desperately tried to stop them toppling. Too late. Stuck. I reached and reached to try to flick one back up, but even by swinging myself my toenail could just barely touch it.
I struggled in vain. My arms were dead but my muscles burned. The weights on the vibrating clamps on my nipples swang, only increasing the pain and vibration sensation which had almost disappeared when still. My ass was full of a metal intruder and the vibrations rattled my stomach and made it feel as if it was almost touching the vibrations in my chest. That was just a distraction from my poor cock, purple and fighting lamely against the bite of the device. I could almost feel the vibrations flow from my anus to my chest and back in waves...
A voice. A man... "Hello?.... Hello?" It was not the Master, and could not be a random visitor as only few knew the gate combination... The courier... but not the usual one as he knows to leave parcels in the main porch... I heard gravel footsteps around behind the courtyard wall - he was walking around the front - please, god, no... Then I felt burning in the small of my back and I felt the wave of the vibrations back and forth from there to under my anus, back then a bit further forward between by anus and balls, then back then to the base of my penis - the footsteps now coming across - back to my burning penis - I saw him walk past the entrance to the courtyard...
Bang - an acid-like burn at the end of my cock and the muscles in my pelvis and thighs bucked as if they were trying to escape my body, smashing my heels back into the wall as my midrift was thrust out. Again. Again. I looked down to see the burn of two jets of semen, ejaculated under pressure either side of the metal bar closing the slit of my penis, again and again I thrust involuntarily against my bonds, my pelvis reaching forward. Two more thrusts, and I was heavy, lightheaded, but awake enough to see the semen continue to pump out, splattering on the gravel courtyard. The man! I stopped, still, and heard the sound of footsteps heading away, the engine start and the pitch of it lower until it was gone...
I hung limp, my penis now horizontal, some of the pain released as the bulge of pressure reduced against the device. I watched, bowed head as it slowly dropped, the weight attached having more and more effect at is stretched it once again towards the floor...
I don't know whether I passed out or slept exhausted, but when I awoke I could feel the key against the back of my hand. Relieved, I slowly reached around to rattle the padlock open which was stiff due to the added pressure. The pain of hanging by one arm was stopped when I could now reach a stool enough to kick it back up and let myself down safely. I jogged back to the dungeon, found the device remote, which strangely did not seem to have pressure on it and pressed it. The buzz and pain stopped at last.
I bathed, exhausted. After I dressed I went out and found that there was indeed a parcel. It was postmarked from the US, Aspen which I thought was strange. Perhaps it was items they did not want searched in customs I thought! What was stranger was that it was marked for a specific timed delivery - 3PM. Maybe the Mistress knew I was free then?
Endnotes:
It was not until some months later that I found that not only were the dozens of security cameras viewable from the security room, they could be accessed securely via the internet. I also discovered later that the radio control of the device could be activated by a simple, mobile phone text message... I had been watched.
story continues in The Country House - Part 4: 'The Parties Start...'
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