I am a bottom a masochist Part 13 - FINAL

Author: ukrubberpig
Title: I am a bottom, a masochist. Part 13 - FINAL
Date: 15 January 2006

Part 13.

Of course it didn't stay that comfortable all night. after a couple of hours I was getting dogtired, the vibrator was not a good feeling anymore, I started to moan. I woke him up. He didn't like that. "What?" he said. "Not comfortable? " He was annoyed. "I will teach you not to wake up your Master. I will make you realise that you are VERY comfortable right now, because what you will experience now is much worse!" I felt how he left the bed, and I heard him walk through the house. I felt his hands release the tube of the catheter from the gag in my mouth, and I felt again how the pressure in my bladder was groing. He somehow was filling my bladder up with water. When I was really in pain he stopped and put a plug in the tube. "Let's keep you this way for a while" he said. Then he started to do all kind of other things with my dick, I didn't know what until I felt little shocks going through my dick. He was obviously going to torture me with electricity, and i realised that it was not going to be a mild torture. Some cruel titclamps on my tits. He tightened the collar around my neck, so that breathing became much more difficult. Then I felt how the electricity was switched off, and how he started to jerk my dick. It was impossible not to cum. It was painful, his hand was squeezing my dick without any tenderness, it was just cruelty. And right after I shoot he switched on the electricity, and threw me out of bed. Here I was, on the cold floor, with an incredible full bladder, not horny at all, cold, miserable, not able to breath well, while at the same time the electricity tortured me at full strength. My tits hurted like hell, and within ten minutes I was crying from exhaustion. "Please Sir, have mercy with me Sir!" I said. "You're not happy then?" he said? "I like to see you like this! You really suffer, don't you?" "Yes Sir, please Sir....." I said. I was desperate. "So what will you do to please me when I make you more comfortable?" he said. "Anything, Sir!" I said. "I don't believe you." he said. "You're not willing to suffer for me." "Yes I am Sir, but this is too much, Sir!" I said. "Okay, let's remove óne thing. Tell me what I have to do to make it easier for you" "The clamps, Sir!" I said. "Please remove the clamps". "Okay," he said "and then how long will you be able to be tortured like this, without clamps?" Desperation grew. "I don't know, Sir." "You promise me half an hour, boy?" he said. "Yes Sir!" I said. If only the clamps would be removed. He did what he promised, and for some minutes it was better. But then the pain in my bladder became worse. I told him. "Half an hour, boy, you promised me. " I felt how the piss and water in my bladder were now being pushed out along the catheter, even though the tube was closed. I started to push and felt some relief. He loved to see my struggle, and sat down to play with my nipples. They were still painful from the clamps. I realised that his anger was gone, I could feel from his hands that he was now just enjoying himself. It was not so aggressive anymore. I tried to please him, concentrated on his pleasure. I got a hardon, and the electricity started to feel less horrible. He squeezed my balls now and then, and now and then told me I was doing well. And quicker than I thought the 30 minutes were over. "Okay boy, you've done it. Half an hour is gone. But I would love to keep you like this for a bit longer. You want to do that for me? You want to suffer for me longer?" God! I was so tired, but I knew I had to do it. I wanted to please him. So I said yes. "Yes what??!" he said. "Yes SIR!" I said. "You can choose! Going on like this for a long time or suffer more for a shorter time. I would prefer the latter. What about you?" "Please help me to endure it, Sir, help me through it!" I said. "I will help you, yes." he said. And then he started to do something with my balls which felt so terrible that I thought I would faint. I started to scream, and he started talking to me. "Okay boy, suffer for me, I love it, you do it for me...." I don't know what he did, sharp pain, ongoing incredible pain, and his hand on my mouth to prevent that the neighbours would come to rescue me, and ongoing his voice, telling me I did well, I made him happy. It can't have been long but it felt like the longest minutes in my life. Then a sudden relief: he opened the tube of my catheter and the piss was spraying around. And then he took me in his arms, I was panting and he was holding me, comforting me. "What did you do to my balls?" I said. "I won't tell you, but I'll do it again if you ever wake me up again!" he said. With a towel he dried off my body. Then he took me back in bed. The collar still tight around my neck, and the electric shocks still going though my dick. "Now be silent for the rest of the night" he said, turned around and went back to sleep, leaving me confused, tired and of course sleepless.