Date: Mon, 23 May 2005 08:39:20 EDT
From: BoyNfla941@aol.com
Subject: Reality CheckUp Part 5

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I was amazed that I had been able to keep my ability to hear for so  long. I
wouldn't complain, mind you, if I was to keep my hearing all the time,  BUT..


Back into my room we went, me walking `normal' as Cody held my  leash. I
could feel the chill of air coming from the air conditioning vents as  we passed
under them. Had Cody even forgot to connect my piss tube to my  mouth?  I
continued down the carpeted floor just following along like a  trained dog. I
listened as Cody was talking about "this and that". The door to  my room opened
and the coolness of the hallway faded fast as went entered the  warm room.

 "Before I continue, I want you to know that I care a lot for you and  about
you. I am trained to do what I am told to do, and I do it out of love and
respect for our Master. So if you are ever upset with me, I shall understand,
just as I hope you understand". Cody continued " I have to prepare you now for
the rest of the afternoon, so that I can get my other chores done, start the
dinner meal and allow you time to adjust. When Master returns to you, you
shall  experience more than you can imagine and I will be holding your hand, as I
did  last night. Just remember to use what senses you have left and learn
from the  teaching of our Master".  With that, the earplugs were put back,

 He led me over not to the table, as I had expected, but to an area  that
seemed to have straps on the floor. He maneuvered my body so that I was  laying
flat on the cool floor. I could feel the strapping underneath me. Again,  my
wrist and ankles were attached to what must have been chains from the  ceiling.
My entire body was being hoisted right off the fucking floor. The  straps that
were beneath me were coming up with my body. Which now I know was to  support
my torso. I only felt two straps. One on the upper part of my chest and  the
other supporting my lower back. Now I really did feel exposed. Very little  of
my body was not showing. When the body stopped the accent from the floor, I
was more stretched than when I was on the table. My arms were pulled wide and
up  and my legs were pulled to what I would call the split position.  Wide
enough so that my legs were not being stuck by the spikes from the cinch ring.
Then Cody raised the legs higher. This really put a strain on my leg muscles
and  I started to flinch quite abit. Cody senses the strain and massages my
legs  until the cramps diminish.  I was thankful that the damn butt plug wasn't
rubbing into my skin as well.

 Cody gave me a short drink of water through my mouth gag just before  he
connected the piss tube. I instantly got a mouth full of cooled down piss. I  had
forgotten that he had been collecting my piss while we were outside. I  didn'
t mind. I knew it was my responsibility to swallow all the piss required of
me. With the bag empty, he connected the tubing in the `normal' fashion so
that  I would not go thirsty.

 He put his hands on either side of my face, holding me ever so gently  then
he gave me a peck on the cheek. Then out of the blue Cody went and gave  each
of my nuts a wonderful moist kiss. Now what was that all about?  Yikes.

 I could feel Cody attaching something to my collar. I soon discovered  that
I had a chain on each side of my neck, which was then attached to the  ceiling
so that my head had ample support. Mind you, I didn't say comfortable.

 I could tell by movement that Cody had returned to my nuts. He  attached a
chain to each nut ring. Then each nut ring was pulled up and back,  towards my
head. I was screaming and twisting so much that I was hoping I would  tear
myself loose from this hell. Tears were flowing from my eyes so fast that  they
were escaping the confines of the blindfold. Cody came forward and kissed  the
tears from my face. I sensed he was sorry for having to cause such pain. I
could feel some of the cinch ring spikes biting into my skin. Cody must of seen
this too, but there was nothing he could, or would, do.

 I settled back down to tolerate the pain without flinching and  screaming,
as my chest and shoulders were being massaged. Pain and pleasure at  the same
time is hard to describe, your best bet is to experience that for  yourself.  
 I felt piss entering my mouth so that took a bit of  concentration, which in
turn mentally reduced some of the pain in my nuts.

 Nothing was happening now. I guessed that Cody had left my room and  was
going about his chores. I was tired and a little hungry but the tired won  out
over hunger and I fell off into a nice sleep. I didn't dream about my past  life
at all. I don't think I dreamt about the events of this day. I dreamt about
more of my wants, needs and desires. Now to some folks, that may seem weird;
but  you haven't walked in my shoes yet (have you) .

 The now familiar cool air stirred me awake. How long had I slept? Who  was
here? Was it the Master and Cody?

 I knew the answer to my own question. Master and Cody were both here.  I
could tell by the different textures of all the hands on my body that both  were
here. That feeling lasted all of a minute.  Before I knew it,  clothespins
were being attached to the underside of my arms; from the wrists  down. And when
each had gotten down to my armpits I really let out the screams  when the
clothespins were attached. Holy Shit, Batman!  Did I think they  were done? Yes.
Were they done? No. They both continued with the  clothespins until there were
two perfect lines going from the armpits to my  hipbone. Once that was
completed, I was allowed a brief moment to  recuperate.  Wishful thinking if you
thought they were finished with this  torment. Even I didn't think they would do
much more. Wrong.  Next I felt  them attach clothespins to my ears. Every bit
of the edges was covered with the  fucking things. With that done, I felt them
handling my large dangling earrings.  They had attached heavy weights to the
already heavy earrings and gently let the  weights down until I thought my
ears would be pulled off. Were they having fun  yet? I guess they were. They weren
't even near being finished. They pulled my  upper and lower lips away from
the piss gag and attached more of the fucking  things. I wasn't sure how much
more I could take, but I vowed to do my very  best, so Master would be pleased
and proud. I was once again given a brief  moment to gather myself together
and `relax'.  Right , sure, believe me  when I say , " no fucking way". I was
beginning to think that they had more  clothespins with them, than Florida had
registered Democrats.

 Next assault came upon my chest. From underneath the gigantic nipple  rings
in a V shaped pattern down to my navel. Then came a row of clothespins  that
outlined my collarbone. I knew that Master had a certain amount of "sadist"
in him, but I was getting nervous as to just how much.  Then next attack  came
to the skin between each stretched of my outstretched nuts.  For a  fleeting
moment I wondered where on the questionnaire it asked if I like this  sort of
torture. From there they moved to my `thing'. A row on each side (how  fucking
cute is that ). Then a half moon design, which went from left to right,
just under my belly button, to each hipbone.  I was blessed with a long  break
here, hell, I even got the piss tube disconnected and a refreshing blast  of
cold beverage (Gatorade I think) came flooding into my mouth. I swallowed all  of
it with great thanks to Master, even though I couldn't express my thanks.
During this loll I wondered if something such as a drug had been spiked with my
drink. I didn't feel different, but was thinking of the previous night with
the  syringe and la la land.  A row down the inside and outside of each of my
legs completed their artwork. Thank God. What a rush that session was.  I
hadn't even thought of what it would all feel like when they took the damn
things off my body. I don't think I was in a hurry to find out either.

 I was comforted with Master gently rubbing the top of my smooth head.  Then
at the same time, someone was gently and lovingly kissing the bottoms of my
feet. It had to be Cody. This was the first time that I knew of that Cody was
kissing any part of me with Master nearby.  They then left me all to myself
for a while. I'm not sure if they went to eat or what, as I had rapidly begun
to  lose all track of time; and I realized now that I didn't care what time it
was.  Time no longer meant anything to me.  For me to know the time  was not
a normal thing for me.  All I knew, was where I was, what I was (or  was not)
doing and who was teaching and training me.

 Like a buzzer going off in my head, break time was over. I felt Cody  remove
the piss tube and mouth gag. Next thing I understood was mealtime. Lying
there bound, plugged and full of clothespins I was going to eat. Hanging in air,
I considered how I was going to accomplish this task. The answer came easy.
The  sweet smell of food, albeit I couldn't see it, just to smell it was
awesome.  Cody had scooped some food onto his fingers and put his fingers into my
mouth.  The blessed taste of potato, green beans and fish struck my taste buds
like a  raging wildfire. Every time Cody's fingers went in, I sucked them clean
before  he removed them. If I had my sight, I would venture that Cody had a
raging  erection from all of the sucking I was doing to his fingers.  Hell, by
the  time I was done eating, I realized that I was the one with an erection.
It felt  good, real good. By now I was learning to feel every little thing and
I  certainly could feel the blood running into and out of my thing.  It is
truly amazing how your body compensates itself when it loses some of its
senses.  All the other senses seem to be on `high alert' or  something.

 That done, I didn't want to even think of anything else except the  great
meal. I didn't feel that anything could unsettle me, at least for the rest  of
the night.  Yep, you got that right. I was dead wrong.

 The mouth was plugged again and piss was flowing steadily. The next  bit of
excitement came when some fucking idiot was "fanning" the ends of
clothespins. Fuck that hurts, like serious hurt. As suddenly as it had started,  it
stopped. Truly my mind was not quite right yet being as I mentally called  someone
and idiot. But I was learning and learning fast.

 I lay there waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak. It  didn't take
long. The base of the butt plug was being twisted around and around.  Cody
had my hand in his and I knew from that, that whatever was coming wasn't  going
to be easy. With one strong, swift and seemingly determined pull, the plug
came out. Air rushed in to replace the space once filled by the plug and my body
 shook briefly with shivers. Cody's thumb began to really massage the back of
my  hand. What ever was going to happen was going to happen now.

 Master was massaging my puffed hole with his fingers ever so gently,
causing my thing to continue its rage for release. I realized that fingers were
entering my body through the gapping hole. Two, three and then four fingers
where inside the body. All the stories I heard about such didn't compare to how
great this feeling was. This continued on for what felt like eternity. Then,
while mentally riding a cloud, reality brought me back down to earth. The hole
was stretching even further than the previous plug. Master was fisting me, or
 attempting to. I didn't want to make not one sound with my mouth. I somehow
willed the body to accept His fisting attempt. Like a wish coming true, the
ass  muscled relaxed a little more and with a mighty push, Master had his fist
inside  my body. The pain of final entry, struck my senses like a hot poker.
My mind  went back to an email Master had once sent to me. "Accept the pain.
Pain is  good. Pain is pleasure. Pain is normal. Pain is a gift."  I think I was
 smiling on the inside.

 Normal body reactions to fisting and pain were taking place and I was
sweating like an Atheist at a Catholic Mass. Where possible Cody was using his
free hand and wiping away the dripping moisture. For some reason I didn't want
any of this to end, none of it. Master had more than just His fist inside me. I
 knew that by the constant stretching and feeling of his hand deep within,
twisting and turning ever so gently. Thank goodness he is a doctor and knows
the  body well. I was coming down from this `high' and felt Masters hand and
forearm  come out of my hole. How could any of this be happening? How could I be
 accepting all this? And this was only my second day.

 Cody let go of my hand and then he must have been the one who was  wiping
the excess lube off of my body. The frozen touch of more logs touch my  now
exposed and tender skin. I tried to escape this feeling but as such, I  couldn't.
I didn't even want to count how many logs were going in. I just  figured it
wasn't worth trying. What I didn't count on was a new even larger  butt plug…
Shit……  how big do they make these fucking things. Slowly the  plug was going
in. I knew it was Cody doing the pushing. I felt his lips give  the bottom side
of my thing a wonderful kiss as he was inserting the plug. When  he got to
the point of no return, he paused; then with one strong and forceful  slam, the
plug snapped into place. I couldn't take any more pain tonight and I  found
myself crying like a newborn baby. I just knew that Master was still in  the
room and Cody had to do as he was told, or get punished. I almost passed  out,
but failed. Or did something keep me from fainting. I wanted to be strong  and
brave for my Master and for Cody.

 The next moment, while I was still attempting to thrash about, both  Master
and Cody removed every single clothespin from my body; starting with last  one
on, was the first one off.  By the time they got to the ones on my  wrist I
was crying and pumping piss into my mouth by the quart. But my thing was  rock
hard. I must be losing my mind, was the only thing I could think of.

 A warm oil was applied from head to toe and the pain from the  clothespins
was gone almost instantly. I began to feel my body being lowered  towards the
ground. The movement stopped short of reaching the ground and I felt  what was
a foam filled mattress touch my back. Carefully they both detached me  from
the chains on the wrist and ankles. Then they removed the chains that were
separating my nuts. That felt so good. To be `free' of these chains. The body
lowered down more with only the two staps supporting me, until I reached the
mattress completely. Then they removed the chains from my collar. I was
exhausted.

 I felt a blast of cool air and knew that Master had left the room. I  was
alone with Cody as he washed my body again with that awful unscented soap.  Cody
must of known that I had been through a tough second day. He lingered with
his cleaning of my body long enough to plant a few kisses here and there. Cody
carefully moved my wrists and ankles so he could attach them to whatever was
under this mattress. He took the piss tube out of my gag and I sucked in what
I  thought was tons and tons of air.

 Cody squeezed into my mouth some cool water and after less than a  minute I
knew something was in the water. I started to drift into a deep sleep,  while
Cody was stroking my chest. The last thing I knew was the kiss from Cody.
Night, sleep was here. Today was today and my mind didn't want to think about
yesterday, today and for sure not tomorrow. Just sleep. Deep sleep without
dreams.

End of Part 5

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