tekkar
04-08-2007, 6:05 PM
The Renewal 1-11 Complete
Before leaving, they placed a male chastity device, and a collar, with a padlock, on Art, removed the tube and duct tape and unstrapped him from the bench. He awakened, kind of groggy as they dragged him over to the bed, and chained the collar to an anchor on the wall. Then they left to go crash, closing the door behind them.
Art woke up around four in the morning, in the dark. He discovered the chastity tube, and the fact that he couldn't really go anywhere. With no clocks, and no exposure to daylight, he had no clue as to how much time had passed. All was silent and all he could do was try and get as comfortable as possible and stare off into the darkness.
The three had crashed at the house. They all got up, freshened up a bit, but indentionally decided not to shower, and to wear the panties from the day before. Then they sat down and had a light breakfast. "Do you have that... whatever it is?", Kendra asked. "Yes, right here.", Alexa replied as she picked up her purse and produced a small plastic bottle that looked like nasal spray, "I can't remember the real name, but they call it the Barbie drug.". Donna chimed in - "The lab that invented it was looking for a drug that would give you a tan without sunlight. Turns out that it also has a strong aphrodisiac effect on men....oops!". They all laughed. "By the time we get through with him he won't even know himself anymore", Donna said, "Just as well - as far as the government knows, he no longer exists.". "You made his alias disappear?", Kendra asked. "Yes", Donna replied, "After all, it was an identity nullification agreement. I'm just holding up my end of the deal!". They laughed some more.
"An effective brainwashing takes at least three days, but he's already been softened up by four years of servitude. Combine that with the drugs, and we'll have him broken by this afternoon. Ready?" They all got up. Kendra picked up the new dog bowl that was sitting on the countertop, and filled it about half-way with water.
The door opened, and the lights came on as Donna, Kendra and Alexa walked into the safe room. Alexa closed the door behind them. "Let me go now!", Art yelled, "I want to get out of here!". "Its not midnight yet." Donna said. And then without saying another word, they unhitched him from the wall, and forced him down onto all fours in front of the dog bowl. "This is all you're getting.", Donna said, "So you'd better enjoy it.", as she pushed his head down toward the bowl.
He stared down at the bowl for a few seconds, coming to terms with this new humiliation, and then lowered his face down and started lapping up the water. "That'll keep his tongue in good shape!" Alexa commented.
After he finished, the brought him over to the small bathroom for a few minutes. After relieving himself, they took him over and strapped him down to the bench again, Donna taking her turn on his face.
By Pinmedown
He walked along down by the piers breathing in the fresh morning air. The sun was out, and it was already warming up outside. The meeting he would have with her later on, tickled his unconscious. Flittering there, a reminder of the milestone he would reach today. Things were about to change in a good way.
Donna was much younger than him. She'd been raised in an upper class household, like a princess. But she'd also been a bit of a tomboy. At school, she'd learned very early on, that a sweet smile and a flash of her deep dark eyes was all it took to change the odds of any competition in her favor.
Whatever sort of game it was with the boys in the playground, that sweet smile was all it took to gain the upper hand. And once she had the it, she'd take full advantage. In a running race, a game of tetherball, or arm wrestling, whenever it was close, it was all she had to do to beat the boys.
Today, Donna effortlessly weaved her Boxster through freeway traffic, with the top down. Her straight, dark blonde hair scrunchied into a ponytail to keep it from whipping in the wind as she made her way to the health club. You'd know her if you saw her. She's the reason that many men sign up at the "meet" market. Of course, she never gives them the time of day, and that just made them want to return, day after day, for more.
She pulled into a parking space by the front door. Three or four guys on treadmills turned to watch as she pulled the scrunchie off, grabbed her workout bag and headed into the club. She was not particularly tall or short - fairly athletic, but with a bit of baby fat that accentuated her lower curves and added a little thickness to her tanned thighs and arms. Her hair draped down just over her shoulders in front and down between her shoulders in the back.
Today she'd slipped on some cutoffs, and a nice fitting tank top that covered relatively modest upper curves. Some big hoop earrings, platform sandals, and a tastefully selected pair of sunglasses topped it all off.
One guy slipped on his treadmill, and nervously recovered as she walked through the front door. She saw it through the corner of her eye, from behind her sunglasses, and smiled to herself as she walked over to the women's locker room.
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2
Afternoon came soon enough, and Art needed to be back to Donna's house by three. He walked down to the bus stop on third, and waited for the 134 which would take him there. Luckily, he hadn't forgotten his round-trip pass when the bus dropped him off downtown that morning. A few times over the last four years, the driver had forgotten to give him the pass, and he'd not remembered to ask for it. Without a return pass, he'd been left with no choice but to walk the five miles back to her house.
Donna had arrived home early to get settled before Art's return. At midnight, her contract with Art would expire. All that was left was for Art to sign the release, and he'd be free to start his new life.
On the bus, he thought back to when he first met Donna. His habit of skipping out of work early, and hanging out at topless bars had gotten so bad that it had cost him his job, and any local career opportunities. When his wife found out, it was the last straw, and she immediately filed for divorce. He was slapped with child support payments that he couldn't afford on the low paying jobs that were available. It was either jail, or skip town. So he took whatever cash he had, and headed out West.
Not long after arriving in the city, he landed a job as an office janitor - where they were willing to pay him under the table, and look the other way. That's how he met Donna. She was just starting her career in criminal justice at a private investigation firm in a building where he was working.
One night she was working a little late. Art was going through, emptying the office trash cans, and stopped in her doorway. She was reading something and didn't notice him right away, so he lightly knocked on the door sill. "Trash?" he asked, and she said, "It's right here", and rolled back from the desk. He walked over to take it from under the desk and empty it. Her crossed legs caught his attention, and he paused for a second, and then looked back at her. Donna gave him a little smile. He froze for a second.
"When did you start?", she asked. "A few weeks ago.", Art replied. Donna observed that he could easily carry a conversation. "You know - most of the janitors I see here can barely speak a word of English. So who are you hiding from?".
He was taken a little off guard by this, and stammered on a response. She explained - "I know the owner of your company. He only hires cheap labor that he can pay under the table - mainly immigrants. It's amazing the secrets some men will share with you, don't you think?". Donna shifted in her chair a bit, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. The bottom of her skirt hiked up a bit exposing more of her thick, toned thighs in the process.
Art felt himself go a little flush. In addition to flirting with him a bit, she had clocked him. His out of control lusting muddled his ability to come up with any sort of an explanation that might fly. Instead, he played right into her hand.
"Can I ask you something?" Art queried. "Please, feel free", she replied. "You're a private investigator right?". Donna replied, "Yes, I am.". "OK", Art said, "If someone were trying to find me, is there anything I could do to stop them?". A sense of relief came over him. It was nice to be able to talk to someone about his predicament.
She had him, she knew it. "Well, there's nothing that you can do without outside help. They will eventually track you down." Donna replied. "Why, do you need help?" She asked. Art paused for a minute. Could he trust her? He kept looking her up and down in spite of himself. She really was quite stunning. He didn't know what to do.
"I'll tell you what.", She said, "Sit down here on the floor.". He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Before his compromised brain could process it, he found himself sitting on the floor in front of her. She wheeled up a little closer and leaned back, resting her calves on his shoulders, and squeezing lightly on his neck. "Now, why don't you tell me what the problem is."
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3
The feel of her legs pressed against his shoulders, and the light scent of perfume she'd obviously placed there, caused Art to immediately harden up. Looking up, he could see where her stockings ended, and her bare, caramel thighs began. And further up - her source encased in white, smooth looking panties.
His mind, swimming now, engaged just enough to get the words out. ".....I've just ...... gone through a ..... divorce ..... and lost my job .... back East."
As Art spoke, seemingly in an entranced state, Donna gradually pulled closer to him - his head inching up to her knees. Art attempted several times, in vain to regain some sense of himself, but the gradual pulling into her defeated any such possibility. "Do go on" Donna said.
"I had to .... skip town ...... to avoid child support ..... payments.". At this point, Donna pulled Art's head up so that her knees were just behind his head now, and she could rest her feet on his back now. Art's brain was suddenly jolted by a light mixture of the sex, sweat and urine scents that emanated from those white panties that she'd put on that morning. He looked up at her smiling down at him, as he finally let his guard entirely down and placed himself at her mercy.
"Please ... can you help me stay hidden." Art plead as his mind reeled from sensory overload. This is just what she'd been waiting for. She decided that it was time to finish him off. She hooked her legs a bit pulling his nose full into the crotch of her panties, her bare thighs caressing the sides of his face. Art reflexively inhaled deeply, now absorbing he full force of her scent, and like a drug, it sent his head spinning. For a split second, he made a very feeble attempt to pull back, but in his weakend state, it was no use. With each inhalation, he further became a ball of putty in her hands. All he could do was sit and stare at the thighs and panties that had become his entire world.
"No, problem." She said, "I can help you out with that. But I'll need some information first.". Art heard her, and faintly nodded. "What is your ex's name and home address?". Art compliantly answered, and offered her phone number as well. "What is her attorney's name?" Donna asked. Art was giving up all of the personal information that she asked for, as his manhood tightened more and more inside his pants.
"Art can you get under my desk?" Donna asked. She lifted her legs a bit and he shuffled under the desk. Once in place, Donna grabbed a handful of arts hair and roughly pulled his face into her crotch, and wrapped her thighs tightly around his head. He let out a faint yelp, but put up no resistance.
She began typing out a contract on the computer, while she held him there. "OK. Here's the deal." She began. "You will stay at my house. I have a secret safe room that is completely undetectable. You will stay in there, while I work on getting you a false identity. With this identity you will be able to get a better paying job. In return, you will live in my safe room for the next four years. When you do land a job, you will set up direct deposit to an account in my name. I will give you an allowance as I see fit. Do you understand ths Art?". Art answered "yes" after a few seconds.
Donna got on the phone and called a girlfriend who happened to be a notary to come right over to her office,and to bring her stamp. She finished writing up the contract, and printed out a copy, and placed it on a clipboard.
Then she got up, temporarily releasing Art from his imprisonment. Art sat forward lowering his head into his hands. He felt some sense of apprehension and relief, but before he could give it further thought, Donna said "On your back, right here" Pointing to a spot on the floor away from her desk. He did as she said.
She would need to keep him under control until her friend Kendra showed up to witness the signing. As Art lay on his back, Donna stood over him, giving him a view up her skirt again. She then removed her skirt. Art now could see her incredible curves, and lied there looking up, awestruck.
Seconds later, she was sitting on his chest facing away from him. She undid the belt and zipper of his trousers and reached in, grasping his erection. At the same time, she deftly slid back placing her ass over his face so that he pushed the fullback of her panties down in between her asscheeks. Art now experienced an entirely new mixture of scents from her well formed derriere.
The combination of this new scent combined with her gentle stroking kept him under until Kendra arrived.
"Wow, looks like you found yourself a real sucker this time" Kendra said on entering the office. Donna just looked up and smiled. "Yes, he's going to be lots of fun.". Art was semi aware of their conversation, but remained decidedly fixated on Donna's ass.
"OK Art, here it is. Just sign by the X.", she said as she reached behind her back to hand him the clipboard.
Art read the contract over the curves of her ass, while breathing in her scent - the clipboard in one hand, and a pen in the other. Donna explained further -"I forgot to mention. This contract requires you to worship my legs and ass, and allow me to use your face and head for my amusement whenever I desire it. How well you comply will be a factor in how much allowance I decide to give you.". Kendra started to laugh out loud, but held it back before it got away from her.
Art was too far gone at this point. As he lied there trapped under her ass, he rationalized it all away. He would be protected by a new identity, and the contract was only temporary.
"Would you like a little relief?" Donna asked. Art let out a muffled "yes" from beneath her. "Well, go ahead and sign so that Kendra can notarize it, and then we'll see what we can do about your hardness.". All he could think about now was release. He held the clipboard up over his head, and signed and dated it. At which point Kendra immediately grabbed it away from him, notarized the contract and went down the hall to make copies.
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4
Donna raised herself a bit and leaned over to grab a towel out of her gym bag, to keep "the inevitable" from getting all over, and then plopped back down on Art's face. She started out in a very teasing way, focusing on the less sensitive areas at the base of Art's shaft, and up along it's top side, periodically alternating to run her index finger along the sensitive underside - where her touch was just enough so that he could barely feel it. She went on like this for about a minute or so. Art tried desparately to buck up for more contact, but to no avail..
The sound of footsteps grew in the hallway and then Kendra re-appeared with the copies and original. "Its official!" she happily said. "Wanna watch?" Donna asked. Without answering, Kendra set down the paperwork, and walked around the desk where she could watch the reactions in Art's eyes.
Donna wrapped her hand firm around Art now, and began stroking him in earnest, starting out slow and gradually picking up the pace. As the tide was quickly building, he looked up at Kendra, who was smirking down at him. Then he took one final deep inhalation through Donna's panties, and let loose an explosive climax that hammered and ripped through him. Donna wanted him as drained and docile as possible for the drive home, so she kept on him until there was nothing left. It was over within seconds.
She got up, and replaced her skirt, leaving Art lying there on the floor like a spent rag doll. She took the original and one copy of the contract, walked over to a picture on the wall, and swung it open exposing a wall safe. A few quick turns on the combination lock, she opened the safe placed the papers in it, closed it, gave the lock a few spins, and swung the picture back.
Kendra dropped Art's copy of the contract on his chest. Still smirking, she said "Here... you might want to take a look at this.".
Both girls sat and started chatting. After a while, Art began showing signs of life, then rolled over onto his hands and knees, the contract dropping to the floor underneath him. The fog was clearing, and he was finally beginning to regain some sense of coherent thought. The first thing that caught his eye was the title on the paper...
Identity Nullification Agreement
The next thing that he noticed was his signature at the bottom, accompanied by Donna's signature, and Kendra's signed notary stamp. Between top and bottom, were gobs of text in a very small font.
"C'mon, on your feet", Donna said as the girls grabbed his upper arms and helped him up. "I want to show you your new home."
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5
That's how it started. Art went through some denial early on, struggling with the fact that he had literally signed his life away. But eventually, he accepted his new status.
The safe room, that had become his new home, was remarkable. It was a good sized room, and had everything in it that you would need to survive for a few days without ever having to leave. The enclosing walls were built with professional grade soundproofing and bulletproofing, incorporating a dead airspace that prevented soundwaves from traveling through building materials. Entry was through either of two security doors, each installed at the back of walk-in closets, both doors used fingerprint locks inside and out, and only Donna's fingerprints were in the system.
Once she had him home, Donna wasted no time breaking in her new living sex toy, and never hesitated to have her girl friends over to help out. Every morning he was required to offer his face as a footrest, for example, while she ate breakfast, and then required to get on his knees and kiss her ass before she left for work.
After work, on TV nights, he would spend the entirety of prime time being facesat. She had a couple of different chairs with swappable seat cushions. There were regular ones, and the ones with holes cut out of the middle where his face was presented. And then there was a restraint bench that could be raised and lowered under the chairs, where he could be bound securely with little or no mobility. Some nights, Donna was just in the mood for smothering and would play little cat and mouse games with him. She loved listening to him beg for air, or to feel him squirming underneath her. Sometimes, she would just have art service her for the whole times. And sometimes, she was just gassy.
On weekends, she might invite one or more friends over. Before anyone arrived, she'd get Art strapped in, and then just leave him there. Any of her guests, or herself, might sit there as if it were just like any another piece of furniture in the room.
For a while, she did not set up his new identity, but instead just kept him locked up in the safe room. For days on end he would never leave the house. But would always be there, available for her use. She taught him how to give back and foot massage, and how to do a pedicure as well.
All of this was done to train him to cling to his new reality.
Now, it is four years later, Art has had his new identity for a while, and a better, career oriented job. His entire salary went to Donna as she had dictated at the beginning. The new Porsche Boxter that she'd recently gotten, was one of the perks resulting from her supplemental income.
Now he was on his way to sign off, and go back to what was before. The only problem that plagued Art at this point was this general sense of anxiety. He could not put words to it.
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6
The bus came to a stop. Art got off, and walked the two blocks to Donna's house, up the stairs and let himself in. Inside, he found Donna and a girl he'd never met before. She was like an amazon - 6+ feet tall with somewhat obvious German heritage. Donna introduced her as Alexa, and explained that she had met her a couple of days ago.
"How about we get this over with?" Art asked. "Sure. Here's the release.", Donna replied as she got up, walked over to a corner table, and picked up a piece of paper. She walked over and handed it to him. Art took the paper, pulled out a pen, and signed it, setting it down on the coffee table. "Done deal", he thought to himself.
"But... you're still mine for tonight Art, and I want to have one last bash. Alexa even brought over some new toys for us to play with!", Donna said. Art did not like this idea. He didn't want to even chance losing his mind underneath Donna again. He'd learned that lesson years ago. Who knows what she would get him to do if it happened now!?
He started making for the door, but Alexa jumped up and blocked his way. "Not so fast little man!" she said, and grabbed onto his arm. Her grip almost hurt. Donna came up and grabbed his other arm saying "This is not the time to start shirking your responsibilites!". As he fought to get free from them, they dragged him across the living room. "Let's get him strapped in!" Alexa said, and at this, Art began screaming and howling for dear life. Ignoring him, they dragged his twisting, protesting body into Donna's bedroom, in through the walk in closet, and into the safe room. Art's screams faded quickly, and disappeared entirely once Donna locked the inner door behind them. "Scream all you want.", she said, "Nobody can hear you now!". They proceeded to strip his clothes off.
At the center of the room was one of the new "toys". It looked sort of like a padded bench press bench that you might find in a health club, but at one end, it split off into two separate "legs". At the other end
two padded "arms" came out from the center. And at the head was what appeared to be a padded vice. Clamped together, and looking from the top down the length of the bench, it looked like a stubby, upside-down letter "U" with a split down the middle. Unscrewing the vice, the two halves of the "U" came apart. The arms and legs had at least a half-dozen little straps on them, and straps were also along the middle portion of the bench as well.
They opened up the head vice, and dropped him down on the bench on his back. Alexa sat on Art's chest to hold him down, and started strapping down his mid-section. Donna got his right wrist down and started strapping down the small straps that went up the arm, and then did the left arm the same. The whole time, Art twisted and squirmed, as they continued ignoring his protests.
They strapped up his legs down, and tightened the vice on his head. Once tight, they placed another strap longways around the outside of the vice pads going over the top of his head, and under his chin,
and a nother strap that went over his forehead and attached to the upper part of the vice pads.
By the time they were done, he was completely immobilized from head to toe on the bench. His face rose above the edges of the vice pads on either side, easily accessible for whatever they wanted. Countless straps held down every inch of his body. It took some effort for Art to talk as well - with the strap going around, under his chin. As Donna and Alexa stood back to admire their handiwork, Art laid there nervously clinging to his identity.
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7
He had no idea of the complete brainwashing that they had planned for him.
Alexa got out of her jeans, revealing a light blue thong. The pale skin of her full thighs, came up to meet her hips and backside forming dimples on either side, and slight creases where the back of her thighs met her ass cheeks. She had a body made for suffocation, and Art was about to find out all about it. Alexa stood over Art's trapped face and teased him, lowering herself down to the point where the tip of his nose touched the crotch of her dampened thong. Heat radiated all around Art's face, and wherever he looked, there was her pale skin - it was all he could see. He knew what was coming, and wished there was some way that he could escape it, but that was in impossibility now as he'd been reduced to nothing more than a piece of furniture.
In a second, Alexa brought all her weight down on Art's now contorting face which sunk into her, cutting off his air. Her legs wrapped around the vice pads, and there she came to rest. Donna went and turned on some music, and then pulled up a chair, sat down and rested her feet on him. "That was actually pretty easy. He is kind of a wimp isn't he?" Alexa commented. "Yes", Donna replied, "He can give face for hours, and he's easily manipulated.". Alexa lifted up allowing Art some air before plopping back down on him again. "You can stay on him longer than that." Donna commented.
Art, having no other options, did his best to relax, to conserve his oxygen. As the sweat beneath her started building up, a budding erection started, betraying his will. All the while, Alexa and Donna carried on with girl talk as if he wasn't even there. "Ready to put the tube in?" Alexa asked. "Yes let's." Donna replied, and then got up, and retrieved some thick duct tape and a length of plastic tubing. Pounding and stars started building up in Art's head as Alexa got up. "Open your mouth." Donna said to Art as she leaned over him. She inserted the plastic hose. "Close." She said. Art closed his mouth and Donna applied the ducting tape across it. "All set." Donna said. Alexa returned to her seated position, the other end of the tube coming out between her legs. "Now I can stay on you for as long as I want." Alexa said to Art. His breathing caused a hissing noise through the tube. "Your leaking!" Donna commented, and they both laughted.
They continued chatting, while Alexa played with the tip of the tube. She'd tap her finger on and off the opening, fold it over between her fingers, let it go again, twist it, turn it and start the whole process over. Her weight continued pressing down on Art's stretched face as he struggled with the continual blocking and unblocking of his air supply. All he could feel was the weight on his face and Donna's stockinged feet shifting back and forth inches from his package accompanied by a pair of muffled female voices. All the while, his mind traveled further down the road from being in the room, to being forgotten, to being part of the bench.
And then the tube blocked again, and didn't open back up. He felt his heart start pounding, and that familiar desparate desire for air. Still talking to Donna, Alexa shifted to the side lifting her right thigh off his face. Before Art had a chance to breathe in precious fresh air, she released some trapped gas that he inhaled desparately in his quest for oxygen. Immediately, she was back down again, and released the tube.
A little while longer, and they got up. Art saw lights for a few seconds before having a blindfold placed over his eyes, and a pair of Donna's well worn panties stretched out over his nose. The tube opening was sealed, forcing him to breathe through Donna's underwear. He thought he heard them talking about drugs, and an inhaler before the saferoom door closed behind them, and then there was nothing but silent darkness.
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8
Some time later, the security door clicked open, and Donna, Alexa and Kendra all walked in. They had been drinking and were a little tipped. Art was asleep, so, Donna pulled the blindfold off as Alexa grabbed a riding crop and whipped it against his body a few times. He jolted to consciousness.
Kendra was a redhead, but with brown, piercing eyes, and a light freckle-less complexion. She was a little older and a little taller than Donna - slim with a soft bubble butt. She leaned over and said hello, giving him a devilish smile as Alexa announced "Not only is this a comfortable piece of furniture, but it is also a women's urinal!".
She proceeded to take out a small funnel which attached neatly to Art's breathing tube. "Thirsty hon?", Donna queried as she raised a stretchy fitting skirt to remove her panties. "Don't move now, and do try to keep up.", she ordered - as she took the funnel from Alexa, and placed it between her legs. Of course, Art wasn't going anywhere, strapped down there with her underwear still arranged over his nose. In seconds the first stream of warm pee flowed into his mouth. Realising that he could choke if he didn't swallow quickly, he began repeatedly and aggressively swallowing to keep his mouth from filling up.
Eventually, she finished. "My turn!" Kendra exclaimed, taking the funnel from Donna, before Art could fully recover. She undid and removed her jeans, and took Donna's place over Art. Dreading it, he had no choice but to take the second round which came at a slightly faster pace. He began to feel that he could take no more and started fighting the against the straps. This was only evident by the fact that the muscles in his arms and legs had visually tightened up.
Kendra finished, and then Donna came and sat on his chest facing him. She leaned in close, ran her fingers through his hair and said "You want to be let up don't you?". Art made his best attempt to nod. "I'm sorry", she explained, "but you must accept your new role as seat and urinal. You're fighting it, and I can't have that.". Donna continued, "Alexa is going to use you now, so be a good little urinal."
With that, Donna got up and Alexa stood over him, having already gotten comfortable, and picked up the funnel. She looked down at Art haughtily as her stream began its journey down the tube. Her pace was much slower, but seemed to take forever. A desire stirred in him to please Donna, so he did his best to let go and accept his new role. Kendra and Donna watched as she finished relieving herself. Alexa then removed the funnel, and went to put it away. Kendra then came up, removed the panties that had been over his nose this whole time and sat on him, adjusting her position so that Art's nose was as deep as it could go between her cheeks. He felt her damp sweat on either side of his nose. His breathing tube was sealed off, forcing him to smell a combination of slightly unclean sweat and evaporating alcohol as he breathed through his nose.
His eyes were all but covered by her bubble curves which allowed a view of the wavy red mane flowing down her back. Donna and Alexa both pulled up chairs, using him as a footrest, and the three of them started talking girl talk. Kendra's ass was the last thing he saw before fading off to sleep.
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9
Before leaving, they placed a male chastity device, and a collar, with a padlock, on Art, removed the tube and duct tape and unstrapped him from the bench. He awakened, kind of groggy as they dragged him over to the bed, and chained the collar to an anchor on the wall. Then they left to go crash, closing the door behind them.
Art woke up around four in the morning, in the dark. He discovered the chastity tube, and the fact that he couldn't really go anywhere. With no clocks, and no exposure to daylight, he had no clue as to how much time had passed. All was silent and all he could do was try and get as comfortable as possible and stare off into the darkness.
The three had crashed at the house. They all got up, freshened up a bit, but indentionally decided not to shower, and to wear the panties from the day before. Then they sat down and had a light breakfast. "Do you have that... whatever it is?", Kendra asked. "Yes, right here.", Alexa replied as she picked up her purse and produced a small plastic bottle that looked like nasal spray, "I can't remember the real name, but they call it the Barbie drug.". Donna chimed in - "The lab that invented it was looking for a drug that would give you a tan without sunlight. Turns out that it also has a strong aphrodisiac effect on men....oops!". They all laughed. "By the time we get through with him he won't even know himself anymore", Donna said, "Just as well - as far as the government knows, he no longer exists.". "You made his alias disappear?", Kendra asked. "Yes", Donna replied, "After all, it was an identity nullification agreement. I'm just holding up my end of the deal!". They laughed some more.
"An effective brainwashing takes at least three days, but he's already been softened up by four years of servitude. Combine that with the drugs, and we'll have him broken by this afternoon. Ready?" They all got up. Kendra picked up the new dog bowl that was sitting on the countertop, and filled it about half-way with water.
The door opened, and the lights came on as Donna, Kendra and Alexa walked into the safe room. Alexa closed the door behind them. "Let me go now!", Art yelled, "I want to get out of here!". "Its not midnight yet." Donna said. And then without saying another word, they unhitched him from the wall, and forced him down onto all fours in front of the dog bowl. "This is all you're getting.", Donna said, "So you'd better enjoy it.", as she pushed his head down toward the bowl.
He stared down at the bowl for a few seconds, coming to terms with this new humiliation, and then lowered his face down and started lapping up the water. "That'll keep his tongue in good shape!" Alexa commented.
After he finished, the brought him over to the small bathroom for a few minutes. After relieving himself, they took him over and strapped him down to the bench again, Donna taking her turn on his face.
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She came down quickly - he saw her thighs, and the slightly stained crotch of her shiny panties descend, combined with a suffocating scent, and then all air and light was gone. Donna ground back and forth, and wiggled side to side on him to get him in good and deep, "Oh, that's nice!", she said. Art felt a sensation of physically sinking as his being seemed to merge with that of the bench. His mind floated - barely aware of the fact that he wasn't breathing. She reached down and pressed two fingers into the side of his neck. As his pulse began to crank up, she lifted, and he gasped heavily for air through his mouth, and then she lowered herself back down.
"We forgot the duct tape.", Donna said. Kendra was closest to it - she picked up the roll and off a swatch. "Say when.", Kendra said, and then Donna got up. Kendra stretched the tape tightly over Art's mouth. "There, that's better", she said. And then Donna proceeded to lower herself again. She positioned herself so that Art's nose slid back to the base of her crotch and pushed the fabric of her panties right up against her anus. She held there for about a minute while he inhaled deeply. The strength of it had a suffocating effect on him that only pushed him further out to the edge, and then he was thrust back into airless darkness.
She stayed on him for about an hour and a half lifting on occasion only enough for him to desparately suck in whatever air there was, and then drop back down again, wiggling to make a tight seal.
And then Alexa got on him again. To Art, she was the most intimidating because of her thickness and size. It was also particularly difficult to breathe because of all of the heat that she gave off, and the fact that her body seemed to block an fresh air that might get anywhere near him. After another hour and a half, she got up and looked down at him. "Are you having a hard time breathing?" She asked. Art, unable to speak, just looked up at her. "Here, this will make it easier for you to breathe, and help you relax.", She said as she reached over to grab the 'Barbie' spray. She waited for an exhale and then pinched his nose shut... and then brought the spray bottle up to one nostril and simultaneously released his nose, and squeezed the spray bottle. The full shot went right into his lungs. She repeated on the other side. "There, that will help with your endurance. Just give it about an hour or two".
And then it was Kendra's turn on his face. She stayed on him for another hour and a half. By the time she was done, the residual combined scent buildup on his face had become very obvious. Even when they were all off of him, he remained engulfed in a combination of the three of them emanating from his own face. This played on his mind, feeding to him the sense that his face was naked and unprotected. Anxiety built up as he waited for one of them to get back on his face so that he would be covered and safe.
About this time, the effect of the drug started taking hold. Donna came down on him in a forward sit so that she could look into his eyes for the next round. A wave of relief came over him, combined with a profound sense of arousal. She did not suffocate him this time, but just let him breathe through the crotch of her panties, while patting him on the top of the head. As she sat there, he became more and more aware of the chastity tube that had been on him all day.
Alexa and Kendra were over sitting on a sofa, enjoying a drink while Donna proceeded. "Your name is 'Bench'", she declared still looking into his eyes. "If you understand, blink your eyes.". He blinked at her. "Would you like to have this removed?" She asked him, motioning toward his imprisoned manhood. He blinked again. Donna turned around and sat back down on his face, and removed the chastity tube. She then got up to turn back around, removing her panties, and removing the duct tape over his mouth, before lowering herself back down. "Pleasure me Bench.", she said. Hey obeyed and began a slow gradual process of working his tongue into her sticky walls as his arousal, among other things, began to grow. He was going to be at this for a while.
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Before long, his face was soaked in her as she approached her first climax. She guided his mouth and tongue to her clitoris, and ground in as he reflexively sucked. She came, grinding into him up and down, seeming to ram his entire nose and mouth up into her labia before coming to rest. After a pause, the whole thing started over again. She had climax after climax, and to Art, it seemed to go on forever.
As it went on, the volatile mixture of his own natural drive, combined with the influence of the drug which he thought was only a decongestant was spun him into uncharted territory. He thrust his hips against their bonds, his neglected erection throbbing in the air. He'd never felt himself so sensitive, so cranked, so hard. In the back of his mind, Art concluded that this prolonged bondage, panty smothering and general abuse must be the be all and end all to his life. What he'd always wanted, but never really knew. There was no turning back from the intensity of it. Their plan was working - his transformation was now inevitable.
Exhausted and satisfied from the ride, Donna dismounted. Art was then made to service Alexa and Kendra in the same way - until all three of them had had their fill, and his face drenched from top to bottom.
They prepared for the close. Alexa removed the head vice pads and straps from around Art's head. Cold air hit him from all sides, causing the soak on his face to begin to dry. Donna put her day-old panties back on, and walked over to him, gradually lowering herself down in a forward sit, her crotch coming to rest on his nose. Her thighs wrapped around him framing the sides of his face. She rested her hands on her knees and wiggled side to side a bit, playing with his head, and smiling down at him.
He inhaled instinctively, becoming completely lost in her scent, and wanting nothing but release. "Do you enjoy being a bench?", she asked. His head was swimming, and it took a few seconds for him to process what had been asked. "....yes...... oh yes, very much", came his muffled reply from beneath her.
Kendra got up, picked up a clipboard and pen from the nearby table, and walked over to stand beside Donna, looking down at him. The contract didn't really matter now, because, technically, he no longer existed. Now, its only purpose was to create the perception of a legal obligation in Art's compromised mind - sealing his psychic prison with no chance of escape.
"Art, I have a slave contract here. It is basically a renewal of our old contract, but without the four year limit.", Donna stated. "This one is permanent, unless a time comes when I choose to either transfer you to one of my friends, or release you. Do you understand this?". ".....yes.......I do.", came the reply.
And then she turned around, guiding his nose to push the fabric of her panties down in between her asscheeks, and began gently and teasingly stroking his cock. He was hers, and she knew it. "Would you like a little relief?" Donna asked. Art let out a muffled "yes" from beneath her. "Well, go ahead and sign so that Kendra can notarize it, and then we'll see what we can do about this erection of yours.". All he could think about now was release.
Kendra placed a pen into his bound hand, and then held the clipboard over it. "You only need to make your mark on the paper.", she said. Art made his mark, in his mind, signing his life away. "Good Houseboy", Donna said.
"Wanna watch?" Donna asked to Alexa. Without answering, Alexa came and joined Kendra where they could both watch the reactions in Donna's houseboy's eyes.
Donna wrapped her hand firm around her new slave, and began stroking him in earnest...
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