His Surprise

The first machine had him spread out nearly spread eagle but bent very profoundly at the waist. His arms were very secured and pointed up behind his back at the ceiling. This was extremely uncomfortable and the extra pulleys worked better than advertised. He was not going to move even if he tried.

She took out the saw toothed paddle and went to work. Not that he could use a safe word, as he was well gagged and had a leather strap covering the ball gag. The dominatrix went to town on him. He felt as if she was working out her anger issues or something. Then, the three stranded belt came out and lashed his back, rear, and legs. Basically the exact concept he had secretly kept. There was no hiding from the blows. There was no bracing for them. He could not see them coming. Just the whoosh of the air before impact.

She was skilled and good. She was taking him to the very edge of his pain tolerance. And just as programmed, the setup was tightening up it’s hold and stretching him out, greatly amplifying the sting and burn of the hits.

When he was convinced he had reached his max limit, as programed, the machine beeped and she paused long enough for a spray of water, ice cold at that, landed on him. He quickly made a note to not use water that cold on his wife. He had the luxury of wearing his spandex running tights and shirt. She was going to be in her birthday suit.

Then, dread filled him. This was only the first contraption. There were several to go. He was already at the limits of pain he wanted to ever endure. Way more than he’d ever had to endure before as an adult. This was not fun at all. And he had absolutely no say. The only thing that would cut his session short was Bonita announcing that his wife was on her way or arriving.

The sense of time vanished. The lady repeated another round on the table pushing him to new heights he had no idea his body could take. Now, instead of pain, there was rage. He was fighting a battle to keep his sanity as rage fought to take over. He knew that if he left those emotions to run, he would start to struggle and put himself at risk of injury. Plus, the device was programmed to know the limits of administered pain, not the limits of reactions to pain. Something he’d have to modify at a later date, if he even used the device.

Judging by the change in cadence of the swings, it was clear she was getting tired from that one act. She then checked the manual on how to release him. Once he was released, he was keenly aware of how difficult his joints wanted to cooperate in transporting him from one side of the room to the next. All that stretching plus spanking/beating had done a number on him.

The next machine on the list now felt a bit more scary. He was to be stretched on his back and arched. The machine was going to administer electrical shocks any time he lost focus on the exact position of the arch he was to hold. All the while, it would be vibrating his points of contact with the floor. Meaning, his legs and hands were on vibrating surfaced designed to make you drop your arched position thus activating the electric shocks.