# The Punishment Room of Mister D #
# I was still wearing both the collar and the leash. #
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There I was, drenched in my own and Mr. D’s cum. I felt humiliated. I had no sense of time, I had no idea if it was day or night, up or down, reality or a dream. The walls around me were white. Plain white. Nothing on them, no structure, just white. The floor was concrete, cold concrete and painted white as well. My knees hurt from standing on my knees, blowing Mr. D’s cock through the glory hole in the wall. The lights in the room were blinding, it was so bright it hurt my eyes. I jumped at the sound of the other hole in the wall, right next to the glory hole, opening. This hole was bigger, square. I felt my stomach react with hunger, I knew what was going to happen. Food. A sandwich was thrown in aggressively into the room, hit the wall and landed on the dirty floor. No butter, no toppings, just a dry bread. Most people would be disappointed but for me, I couldn’t even remember last time I ate something other than cum so I was excited. “Enjoy” He said and shut the hole. The first words he had spoken to me in hours and my brain was spinning. Stimulation of some kind, that was what I lived for right now. I jumped at the sandwich, shoving it in me, eating like I was possessed. It felt so good, my stomach stopped aching just a little bit and I felt happier than I’ve ever felt, for so little. That was the punishment room.
# No butter, no toppings, just a dry bread. #
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It started as a joke. Before we met for the first time we were discussing BDSM, what we liked and disliked. We were having a lot of cam sex through skype, mixed with deep conversations about life, mixed with a lot of laughter and silly jokes. At one point Mr. B and I was cam sexing and he said to me, jokingly but still in a sexy way “I should lock you in my basement you dirty whore” and for some reason I got chills down my spine. I got horny but still very, very afraid of the thought. Not that I didn’t trust him, I trusted him completely, but I wasn’t that experienced and I didn’t know if it was sick or not to feel that way, and what if I didn’t like it? By now I know that I AM sick, but I am embracing it and accepting it. I am a sub, I am depraved and sick. No biggie, because I found someone who is just as depraved as me. The joke that eventually evolved into a legit fantasy was that he was gonna lock me in into a non-stimuli room and leave me there, only give me his cock through a glory hole and if I was REALLY good he would give me some food. I could have a bucket to defecate in and a bowl of water to drink from, like a dog. That fantasy in it’s turn eventually evolved into a legit reality.
# In The Punishment Room of Mister D #
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We started planning it out. He had a small basement with a little room where he had his washing machine. He renovated the whole room, painted it white, took out the washing machine and drilled out a glory hole. He installed a little doggie door so he could give me food. Put in a bucket and a bowl. We had spoken about attaching hooks so he could chain me up as well, but we agreed that that would come later on. He had been visiting me for a couple of months, and then we got back to the states together and we spoke a lot about the punishment room before the trip. How I should do if I needed to use the safety word when he was out of the house. So we agreed on having walkie talkies but IF I used it without saying the safety word, he would leave me there for much longer. We also agreed on starting with half an hour and go slowly from there. Since I’m a smoker and a heavy coffee drinker that was hard in the beginning and when the time span got over 2 hours I was panicking. I used the safety word a couple of times both out of fear of what the non-stimuli environment did to my head but also because of withdrawals. After a couple of weeks I could be in there for hours. Which leads me to now.
# he had thrown a bucket of ice cold water on my head #
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I had been an uppity little whore, refusing him a blow job because I was tired when he had a raging morning hard on. I was half asleep when he put the collar around my neck. Immediately I knew what was gonna happen and I woke up like he had thrown a bucket of ice cold water on my head. “NO SIR NO, I WILL GIVE YOU A BLOW JOB!” I basically screamed in panic. He slapped me three times, hard, over the tits. A squeal came out of me but he didn’t give a rats ass. “Schh you’re gonna wake up the neighbors, it’s only 6 in the morning” He said in a low voice. “I DON’T WANNA GO THERE AGAIN!” I was now in complete affect, panicking and hyperventilating. He took a hold on the leash and tightened it so the collar pressed against my voice box. I grasped for breath. “Schhh…be a good girl now” he said and stroked my hair.
He threw me in the room. Just took his open hands on my shoulder blades and pushed me in, I fell and hurt my elbow, squealed once again from pain, but Mr B just shut the door hard and left. I screamed a furious roar in panic, buried my face in my palms and cried. Not a beautiful, sexy, cry. An awful cry. A sincere cry out of fear and anxiety. After a couple of minutes I calmed myself down and gasped for breath, my chest had tightened from the anxiety attack. I didn’t even get my morning cigarette or coffee and I was furious. I thought to myself that when he let me out I was going to kick him hard and spit in his face. I started fantasizing about me hurting Mr B for I don’t know for how long but was broken out of my train of thought when I hear the sliding of the hatch that covered the glory hole open, out of nowhere his soft dick poked through. All my hate melted away and all I wanted was to please my man. I ran to the hole, got on my knees and started sucking. I knew he DEMANDED of me to get him hard within 5 minutes or else I wouldn’t get anything to eat but his cum. I sucked as good as I could and sure as hell did I get him hard. I sucked the best I could, using my tongue, lips and hands to make him cum. I started with sucking the top of his cock while I rubbed the shaft with my hand, slowly. I started licking deep down in his cumhole and rubbed faster. Then, surprise, deep throat! I made myself gag on his cock over and over again until he FINALLY blew his hot white load deep down inside of my mouth.
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Back to the beginning of this story. I had no idea how long I had been in there, it could be 5 hours it could be a day, I was disoriented and in despair. The hunger for food and the craving for just a couple of puffs of a cigarette tortured me. I had just finished the bread he threw in, it was gone in seconds and my hunger calmed down a bit but my stomach was still making noises out of hunger. Then I heard the lock. I was still wearing both the collar and the leash. Mr. D opened the door and I was on my knees bowing down in front of him. I had made both him and myself cum from the last session of the glory hole and I was drenched. “It fucking stinks in here. Empty the bucket and wash yourself off” He commanded while grabbing the leash. He was gonna come with me and I was embarrassed and humiliated of the thought of emptying the bucket in front of him. But I did as he said. When I was done, and showered off, he took the collar off and told me to lay down in the bed. My eyes were so pleased of getting out of that horrible light, my brain exploded from all the impressions in his house. It was like I saw everything for the first time. I laid down. He started feeling me up, touching my tits and my inner thighs, circulating around my pussy without touching it. I started humping against him. He shoved two fingers inside of me and I moaned loudly. “You know how good you were? You know how long you stayed in there?” He said softly. “I have no idea, Mr. D” I said under the moans from him fingering me. “18 fucking hours” He whispered and pulled his fingers out of me, smearing my juices all over my face. I was proud. I was so proud I wanted to cry. 18, fucking, hours. That was a new record.
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