Ding

Author: spartan
Title: Ding!
Date: 05 November 2009

"Hi! I'm Dick, responding to your inquiry."

"Hi Dick. C'mon in and I'll show you the dungeon."

We went into his home, over to the hallway, where he lifted up a piece of carpet which was cleverly attached to a trap door in the floor, revealing a stairway down. After going down far enough to pull the trap door shut, he turned on the lights, revealing the dungeon at the bottom.

"Wow. This is great. Just what I was hoping for."

"And the piece-de-resistance. The chained up, arms spread, standing bondage* I told you about that you said you wanted to try out."

"Outstanding. When can I try it?"

"We really didn't need you for another 10 hours, but you insisted on coming to see it when you were ready, and if you want to get into it now I'm happy to oblige."

"Yes. Definitely. The sooner the better."

"Then let's get started. First take off your clothes and put on this chastity ring. I'll get the handcuffs."

Soon I was standing on the tips of my feet on a stool with my arms outstretched and up, a handcuff tight on each wrist, with a chain clipped to the other cuff. The chains continued on out from each arm to pass through an end ring where they were directed back through a ring directly above my neck and down to wrap around my neck.

"This is a tight fit, so just 'bare' with me while I get the clip to connect the chains", he said as he pulled everything as tight as he could. At last the clip went on and I was tightly stood up with the chains tight around my neck with my arms outstretched.

"How does it feel?" "Feels great", I answered. "As I told you when you described it, I'd love to stay this way for days."

"Excellent. That's what I'd hoped. Next I need to fill out some paper work."

He brought a form back, and started asking questions.

"You said you had no relatives. No brothers or sisters and parents are dead?"

"Right. I was adopted by my parents when it was clear they could have no kids. They never adopted any others, and they've since passed away."

"Any aunts or uncles?"

"No. They also died. My parents were getting along in years when they adopted me."

"Any cousins?"

"No, my aunt and uncle did not have any children."

"Do you rent your apartment?"

"Yes."

"Have any pets?"

"No."

"Is there anyone who is looking after your stuff while you're away?"

"Nothing to look after. Besides, I don't know anyone."

"What about work? Were you able to get a couple of extra days off?"

"Not working at this time."

"Did you drive?"

"Don't own a car."

"Were you able to take transit and walk here like I suggested?"

"Yup. Your directions were perfect."

"Did you take the enema liquid that was sent to you so that your bowels are cleaned out?"

"Yeah. That stuff was awful."

"Did you avoid liquids for the last 8 hours and empty out in the bathroom?"

"Done. I was eager to follow your instructions. I've really been looking forward to this."

"Okay. I'm going to temporarily release you from the chains while I put a leather hood with a built in penis gag on you with only breathing holes at the nose accessing the outside. I assume that will work for you, but will check after I put it on. But first you need to sign this form releasing us from any liability in case something happens."

I did what he requested, and he put the hood on, reset me in the chains, and checked my breathing, which was fine. He then tied my ankles tightly together, as well as my knees. I was in bondage heaven! The only part of me I could move was my fingers, and the tight cuffs were starting to numb these.

"Now I need to tell you some things. I have to leave for work, so I'll just leave you like this until I get back. You've said that you'd love to be kept this way for days, so I'll honor your request. You told me that doing this for several days without food or water is nothing new and won't be a problem for you."

I thought back to when I was a teenager. If I did something during summer or school break which displeased my parents, my father would bind me tightly in chains in the basement without food or water for a few days. I loved it so much that I started intentionally doing things to displease them. My father would make each succeeding punishment worse, which only made me want more. He never caught on, although I wondered if he secretly enjoyed it. I hated leaving home.

"There are three of my co-workers who are going to join me after our shift is done. We've arranged our schedules so that we can all have some fun for the next few days. We need the release from the stress of our jobs. So we'll see you in about 10 hours when the torture, uh, I mean fun, will begin."

He turned off the lights as he exited the room, and after the trap door closed I heard the click of a lock. No matter. I was thoroughly enjoying the situation I was in, looking forward to their return, though the chastity ring was frustrating. I needed to jack off. While the prospect of the upcoming torture excited me, those questions on that form started nagging me. What exactly did they have in mind?

After a long wait I started hearing the sounds of people arriving on the floor above. At first they seemed to be changing clothes, then they apparently were having dinner. Finally the trap door opened, four people descended and the light went on.

"Stick up your right thumb."

I obeyed, though by now I couldn't feel it.

"Good. Now I'm going to take off the chastity ring, which I'm sure you will be relieved to hear, and attach our milking machine. It's a special one. It counts every time you start ejaculating, but only counts once per minute. A bell will ring with each count."

I then felt them doing things in the area of my vitals. In no time I caused the machine's counter to set off an audible "ding".

"Good. Now we'll reset it to zero, and begin. We've each drawn numbers for the order we'll go in, and our objective in this game is to cause you to ejaculate as many times as possible in our allotted time. Each of us is allowed to try some kind of stimulation on you to try to get you off. The one with the highest count at the end of the 3 days wins."

(Hmm. So that's their game. Okay. I'll be 'up' for their challenge.)

That's a 3-day stretch I will never forget. They tried everything -- tt, cbt, clamps, various types of electro, itching powder, devices with internal metal spikes, forcing my head back which caused the chains to cut off my breathing, a long, long list of many stimulants. Initially it was limited to one stimulant per session or until the "ding" when they were allowed to change stimulants if they wanted to. Then the sessions changed to a combination of stimulants. They knew their stuff. I complied as best I could. Some stimulated me more than others. When the counter would "ding" a cheer would go up from one of the contestants and sometimes boos from the others.

They were into their game. But I controlled it. I felt like the football that could bounce any way I wanted it to. But since I couldn't see the participants and the order varied, I couldn't pick a favorite. So I decided to try for an overall high score for all.

There was always a break for a meal for them upstairs, but nothing for me. I understood why -- athletes perform best when they're hungry. And they would retire to their beds upstairs at night, leaving me there standing in chains. These breaks gave me a chance to reload. I got very tired and thirsty toward the end of the three days, though I'd still manage to cause the counter to "ding".

Finally it was over. They let me down, cuffed my hands behind my back, keeping my ankles and knees tied and the hood on, put the chastity ring back on, strapped and tied me in a leather sleep sack, and put me on a mattress in a cage in the dungeon. The milking machine had been removed. I don't know how long I slept.

I awoke to them all sitting eating and talking around a little table, and I was brought out of the sack to sit tied to a chair. They told me that if I wanted food and drink I was not to speak, and after I assented to this the hood was removed and they started feeding me. At first they took it slow feeding me bland food and water due to my fast, but after awhile they allowed me to eat and drink my fill. My stomach had shrunk so I didn't have much of an appetite, but I was thirsty. After they finsihed they put the hood back on, took off the chastity ring and reattached the milking machine. But I remained at the table.

It had been quite a three plus day experience. I'm glad I did it, but this was way more than I was comfortable with, far more than my father ever put me through. I'd been put through hell. I was sure looking forward to getting back home. I needed to prepare for that neat new job I was starting next week.

"Dick, you are the best. We've never had anyone ding the counter as much as you have." (There've been others?) "As a result we have decided to make you our permanent boi." (Oh, shit!)

"Ding!"

"I'm glad to see you like the idea. We will be responsible for your care and feeding. We will take turns monitoring your apartment to make sure all of your requirements are taken care of for the next year. In the meantime, we have a little problem. The game ended in a tie, and we need you to break the tie." (Oh, no!)

"We've checked your fantasy list on your profile," (Shit, no, not that!) "and believe we've come up with a way of breaking the tie. You certainly have some really wild fantasies, much more intense than our little game. We're looking forward to the tie-breaker! Even those who are not participating want to watch."

"Ding!"



*Note -- thanks to heavybondage.blip.tv for the "chained up, arms spread, standing bondage" idea