How I became a Sadist - Part 1

Author: bdsmpig
Title: How I became a Sadist
Date: 12 March 2005

How I became a Sadistic Master

I am a Top into bondage and S&M and I have always been demanding on the guys who serve me. I never considered myself a Master until I met this little fucker who made me get in touch with my sadistic side. Let me tell you the story.

As in most cases, the guys I play with, I find online. It is easier than going out to a bar and trolling. I got an email one day from a guy who claimed he was straight and he was into bondage. He liked his bondage tight and his girlfriend would never tie him up tight enough. He also said he wanted to explore S&M; he had fantasies that he wanted to live out. I answered his email and told him that I would be willing to talk to him and maybe even after a while we could meet and play.

He told me about a fantasy he had where he wanted to be tied spread eagle for a weekend and have his tits and dick and balls tortured. He wanted to see how much he could take, he told me that if he complained he would want it harder and get punished by being whipped. We talked about this scene for about six months before I finally agreed to meet him and get some bondage back in his life.

He took a weekend off; actually he took the week off, as that was the only way he could get the time off. We agreed that we would meet and have a few drinks on Friday night and then I would bring him to my place and keep him in bondage until Monday morning. I told him that I wanted him to wear jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers with no sox. We were supposed to meet at 7pm on Friday; I was drinking and thought he had stood me up since it was 8:30 when he arrived. I was talking to friends when he finally showed up. This was the first thing that pissed me off. The second thing that pissed me off was that he was drunk when he showed up.

Against my better judgment, I sat and talked with him and had a couple of drinks. He reiterated his desire to get bound up tight and tortured for the weekend. I decided that I would take him home and tie him up since that is what I had planned for the weekend.

We got to my place and I made him strip. I took him up to my playroom and when he saw it he got a little nervous. He wanted to look around, so I let him. He asked if he could have another beer, I said ok and got him one. I figured that him being drunk would not interfere with what I had in mind for the evening. So I got him a beer. He looked around the dungeon and kept stalling, he had another three drinks by the time he finally agreed to let me strip and tie him. By this time I was pretty angry and was plotting how I was going to punish him for pissing me off.

When he finally was drunk enough to submit, I had him lie down on the bed in the playroom face down. I attached leather wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs and padlocked the buckles closed. I then took pieces of chain and attached him with padlocks spread eagle. Once he was down and could not escape, I went to each of the chains and pulled them one or two links tighter and re-locked them so he was spread out pretty tightly. I then put a posture collar on him and padlocked it on. I put a parachute on his balls and then attached the back of his collar with a chain to the parachute. I pulled it pretty tight so his head was pointed up toward the wall and he could not put it down unless he wanted to pull his nuts. He did not disappoint me and he immediately started to complain that it was uncomfortable. I decided right then that I was going to punish him severely. I was going to finish with what I had planned that night and then tomorrow would be the day that he would regret all of his mistakes.

I put an inflatable rubber gag in his mouth and pumped it up as large as I could get it. This made him grunt and shake his head no. I ignored him and went to the wall and took the razor strap down. I told them that he was a little tease and he would pay for it. I then gave him 50 lashes with the strap and by the end of it he was crying. I went around and looked him in the face. I told him that there was no way he could last the weekend if he was crying this early. He looked at me with his begging eyes and again grunted no through his gag. I had planned on only 50 lashes that night, make him suck me off and then leave him spread eagle until morning when he sobered up. But his eyes only made me more sadistic. I got up and proceeded to give him another 100 lashes. With each stroke he would move his head and yank on his balls. By this time his ass and legs were pretty red and bruised. He was balling and I am sure he was sober by now. I was going to also just let him sleep off his drunkenness without the collar or gag, but once he was crying, I decided I would leave him where he was. I added a set of tit clamps, which he was now forced to lay on and any movement he made would yank his balls or rub on the clamps on his tits. I walked around to the front of him again and his eyes were begging me even more. It only sparked more of the sadist in me. I told him this is exactly what he wanted and I blindfolded him. I then got up turned off the light and left him as I went to bed.

It was 1am when I went to bed. I got up at 10am and fixed myself coffee and ate something before checking on the boy. It was now 11:30am when I went to check on him. He had been in his uncomfortable position now for almost 11 hours now. I am sure he was not able to sleep much like this. I took off his blindfold and he blinked as his eyes got used to the light. His eyes were now pleading with me.

I told him that I would release him for a minute but the weekend was not over and we still had a couple of days to finish his treatment. He started to grunt and shake his head no. I took the gag out and he started to cuss me out. This made me even more determined to teach him a lesson he would never forget. I went to the cupboard and got out the chloroform. I put some on a rag and then put it over his face. He was out in a couple of seconds. He was still tied but no longer struggling, this disappointed me because if a boy is going to be tied, he should at least be aware of it.

It would seem that the more this boy hated what I did to him the more turned on I got. I had regularly played with guys who were into getting tightly bound and tortured. There was something different about this. I was enjoying him disliking the bondage.

While he was out from the chloroform, I went to work. I undid all of his binding and he was lying naked on the bed. With some difficulty I was able to put him into a neck entry catsuit that had attached feet and mitts. His hands had to be rolled up into fists to get them on. The catsuit was very think and had zippers at his ass and his dick and balls. I decided that I would wait until he was conscious before I plugged him, so I could enjoy watching him as I stuck it up his ass. I then put on a heavy rubber hood that had pinholes for eyes two small nose holes and a mouth opening. I was able to get him to his feet and put him in a standing spread eagle from his wrist. I put on a spreader bar on him and then put straps around his thighs and then pulled then tight so his knees were also spread wide, this would help with his preparation later. He was starting to come to, so I grabbed the biggest rubber ball gag that I owned and forced it in his mouth and buckled it tightly on. I then got the posture collar and put it on him and padlocked it on. I then left him to become fully awake. It was 2pm when I left him standing there.

I went out for some lunch and ended up hanging out with some friends. I did not return home until after 9pm. I went to the playroom and found the boy exactly where I left him. He jumped when I came in so he probably wasn’t able to get any sleep in this position either.

Now that he was awake, I could finish preparing him for the rest of the weekend. I got the enema tube that has two tubes and two balls on it. One ball goes inside the ass and inflates so a person cannot push it out, the other inflates on the outside creating a tight seal. One tube is for injecting liquid and the other tube is for releasing the liquid when opened. I shoved the tube into place and inflated both sides and then did the zipper. I went to the front of him and one of his nose holes; I put a long tube into his nostril. I fed the tube all the way down into his lungs past his vocal cords. I wanted to make sure he was able to breath. I then took a larger tube and put it through the other nose hole and with some maneuvering; I was able to get it down his throat into his stomach. I removed the rubber gag. He could not speak or make any noise now that the tube was blocking his vocal cords. I then replaced his gag with another rubber gag that allowed him to take liquid into his mouth and swallow it if I wanted to have him taste something. He protested but I finally managed to get it in. I then opened the front zipper and inserted a catheter into his dick. I inflated the end so he could not expel it easily.

I placed a device that I had built on the end of the catheter. It was a small valve that beeped a few seconds before it opened. This would give a slave enough time to position itself over a toilet or bucket before his bladder was relieved. The valve would then close and wait 12 more hours before it opened again. I then put a large leather belt around his waist and padlocked it into place. I took down one of his wrists and managed to get it padlocked to the belt at the side. He fought me but I got both of his wrists cuffed to the belt. I then undid his legs and put on a pair of shackles that had a 6-inch chain between them. I had an eyelet on the side of one wall; I took a length of chain and attached it to his collar and the other end to the wall. I only gave him enough slack to walk halfway across the playroom. I attached the eye covers to his hood so he was completely blind. I set out two buckets, one was full of water and the other was empty. I then explained his situation to him.
Boy – you are a bound rubber toy now with now escape until I say so. You are blind, gagged, bound and attached to the wall. There are two buckets within reach. One is full of water that you can suck using your gag tube. The other is empty. When you hear a beep, you have 5 seconds to find the empty bucket to hold the catheter over so it can release into the bucket. DO NOT GET ANY PISS ON MY PLAYROOM FLOOR! I asked the boy if he understood me, and he nodded that he did.

I left the room turning off the lights, as the boy did not need them. I left him this way on Saturday night. I woke up on Tuesday morning and decided that I should check on him. I had to go to work and thought I should clean him out and give him some nourishment. When I entered the playroom, he was lying on the floor next to the piss bucket. He must have know by now that he would get into more trouble if he pissed on my floor. So he was as close as he had to be not to have an accident. He got up when he heard me. I went over and removed the eyepieces so he could see me. I looked at the buckets and saw that the water bucket was almost empty and the piss bucket was 3 quarters full. He was doing a good job with his one chore. I explained that since he had messed up that I had extended his time with me. I told him that I remembered he told me he had the whole week off so it was now Tuesday. Even through the pinhole eyes I could see his shock and horror. This only got me hornier.

To be continued!!