I'm a slave for being naughty

Postby Jay Feely » Mon Nov 24, 2014 6:37 pm

I was unable to move. I was tied to a bed. My toes and thumbs was tied by rope. My captor was tickling me. I was laughing helplessly. I could not stop him from tickling me. His fingers glided up and down my underarms, my feet, my stomach, my sides, my ribs, my neck. I tried to apologize but I could not get the words out.

1 hour earlier:

Your a whore, I said to a girl. Her boyfriend tackled me and I passed out.

Now:

He relentlessly tickled me from head to toe. He then sat on my face. I could not breathe and he only let up after a few minutes only to sit on me again. He told me that if I disrespected girls, I deserved what I got. He told me that I needed to grow up knowing that I was 18 years old and was not a kid. My captor was 19. He then slapped me on my face several times in continous fashion. Then, he took a permanent marker and wrote, "I called a girl a whore" on my forehead. He got out nail polish and painted my fingernails and toenails, and I knew I would not get nail polish remover so I would be embarrassed in public. He then continued to sit on my face. He took pictures and video of me and posted it on my Facebook. My life was forever ruined. He then decided to torture me by taking a dirty sock and rubbed it on my face very closely to me. I was feeling bad about it, and wished I had said nothing to the girl. My captor repeated the sock torture for another 10-15 minutes. After a while, he left the room, and left me tied up. It was my chance to escape. I struggled a bit, but it was impossible for me to free myself. My captor returned and noticed my futile attempt to escape and he poured cold water on my face. He then urinated on me. I was soaked and it was very uncomfortable.

Next, I heard the phone ring. My captor put it on speaker. The person on the other end said, "You are not a good boy, and now revenge is best served cold, and my boyfriend will keep you for the weekend, you will obey him and be his slave. If you disobey him, you will be punished. He called your parents and told them you are staying over this weekend. Your friends probably will enjoy what is happening to you".

My heart dropped. My captor untied me, but then he told me to put my hands behind my back. I decided not to obey and tried to escape. I failed because he tripped me. He quickly subdued me and handcuffed my wrists and he put leg irons on my ankles. He blindfolded me and gagged me. Then, he carried me and threw me against a hard surface. I heard a door slammed, and locked behind me. Then, clinking noises was heard when it was locked. I realized I was in a jail cell.

To be Continued
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: I'm a slave for being naughty

Postby Jay Feely » Tue Nov 25, 2014 6:27 am

After a long sleep, I was woken up, and led out the cage. My captor who now told me his name is Brandon untied me, but warned me not to resist what is going to happen to me next. He led me to his bedroom that had stocks that was built inside it. He locked me in the stocks without any resistance from me. I was stripped down to my underwear. My ankles was securely fastened at the end of the stocks. I was also laying down, so my wrists was tied behind me. Brandon tied my toes back. He started torturing me with ice cubes rubbing up and down my feet, and it was chilly because it was in the middle of Winter. He continued this practice for a couple of minutes as I squirmed in the stocks. Next, Brandon then opened a small box, and removed an electrical toothbrush from it. He slapped mud on my feet. He then turned the toothbrush on, and glided it up and down my dirty feet. I laughed upon the touch of the bristles. Brandon was more evil as the torture went on. He covered me from head to toe with the remaining mud. He then hosed me down with a water hose, and it felt very uncomfortable like I was being attacked by many insects in a swarm, and it had somewhat of a stinging feeling. I told him that I was sorry that I insulted his girlfriend, but I he told me that I still had to serve out the remainder of my punishment. He then left me tied up as he vacated from the room. About 1 hour later, he returned and he decided the best thing to do that at point was to use a hair brush to continue tickling me, except this one was used on my defenseless belly, and this vaulted me into excessive laughter, and it was very intensive and very planned out because he knew exactly where to run the brush. When it reached my belly button, he swirled a finger in it, and I exploded with uncontainable laughter almost like a combination of a human plus an animal. When he finished tickling my belly, he turned on a razor, and shaved my armpit hair off. Brandon then rubbed lotion on my underarms, and it was drenched in it. Then Brandon switched from tickling to something more sadistic. He gave me a pink belly by slapping my belly multiple times with his bare hands, and I was in tears within minutes, but he did not care.

Afterwards, he released me and led me down to his basement and he put me back in the jail cell with handcuffs and leg irons. He gave me very little food to eat which can best be described as very bland and not tasty. I took a long sleep, but Brandon returned in the evening, and removed the cuffs but he ordered me back into the stocks. I felt very tired at this moment, but I did not disobey again. As he locked me in, he told me we are going to play a game. He blindfolded me, and told me the rules. He would feed me on random ingredient. I had to guess what it was. If I was right, nothing more would happen to me. If I was wrong, something bad would happen to me. The 1st item he fed me was very squishy, and I thought it was chocolate, but it was avocado, and then Brandon pinched the palm of my hand and it hurt. The next item was rough, and I guessed it was potato. I was wrong again because it was a carrot. He then pinched my cheek, and the feeling was worse. The next 3 items did not go my way either, and I ended up being pinched on my toes, my elbow, and my knee, and it was not a pleasant feeling. However, on my 6th try, I was correct, and it was the final ingredient he fed me. At least for a little bit, I was free from the pain I was experiencing.

Brandon then poured honey on the palms of my hand, the soles of my feet, and my belly. It was severely sticky with the many places he poured them on, and it was not comfortable. However, at no point did Brandon removed that feeling from my body until 2-3 hours later at which point he untied me, and allowed me to take a shower, a 1st since I was captured and put in this position of being a slave. I decided to take this opportunity in a way to escape from Brandon. So, I slowly crawled out, but left the water running so it would appear I was still showering. I found an open window that he conveniently left open for me. I realized this could be a test set up by me, and there was potential that I could still be captured, and returned to being a slave, but I needed to take a chance. I ran up a hill that led to a main road, and used my cell phone to call the police, that is when I saw a person with a ski mask approaching me, but I reacted quickly and managed to turn around and punched the person in the face, and he fell and was knocked out cold. The police picked me up a few minutes later, and I was saved. As for Brandon, he was never found.

The End
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.