As my chastity device is unlocked I watch as my manhood unfurls and swells unbidden and without stimulation.  It first swells and thickens, then stretches and lengthens until it stands hard and erect before me.  Such is my suppressed need that it takes seconds from release to the state of engorged hunger we now witness.  I have no control over this I long ago lost that kind of power and self determination, only nature can, when allowed, interfere with my Owners control over my manhood.

I say ‘my manhood’ but it has been a while since I could use these words, an age since I had any control let alone the freedom to call anything my own.  My manhood is simply property now, just like my hands, my feet, my body, my mind and well me of course.  My cock is kept under lock and key, under permanent control, there is no limit to this just as there is no limit to my existence of property. 

My Owner runs a finger down the erect shaft causing it to judder and shake in helpless amazing arousal, the head is swollen, hard and purple, my balls heavy and full of unsated need.  The cane in the other hand whips out twice hard and painfully across my naked rear, despite the regularity of punishment the pain does not get perceptively easier to take.  Again the finger traces along my cock, I moan in arousal, and the desperate need for release burns deeper still.

A step back and the cane swishes through the air again, the sound of air split by the thin whippy cane followed by the crack of cane on naked flesh, a burning shooting pain through my body then my mind, an outtake of snatched breath followed by my moan of pain.  Another stroke then another, I rock in place, my hands tied high above me holding me helpless in place.  Despite the pain my cock still stands firm and needy – mocking my pain and my helplessness.  Stroke follows stroke, until my Owners sadistic pleasures are exercised, until my cock is in turn beaten until flaccid and the returned once more to where it came, helpless, yet more needy and desperate.    

I am stretched tightly and painfully.  Every muscle is extended, every sinew pulled and aching.  My arms are pulled hard above my head, tied tightly at angles above me, my legs are similarly pulled apart and shackled at the floor.  I cannot move, I cannot adjust to ease my pain, I am helpless and at her mercy.

My eyes glance down at my tortured body, at the clamps that bite into my oh so tender nipples, watching as the flesh turns a nasty shade of painful red.  Further down my body my manhood, for once free of lock and key, shows the thin red lines from the earlier whipping, and neatly arranged across cock and balls the clothes pins that bite and burn, turning flesh first deathly white then deeper bruised red.

Across my body front and back are the markings of the whipping I have received, thin painful lines that burn and criss cross my body in a shroud of pain. 

She moves around me with consummate ease and control, she knows exactly what she is doing and has no need to hesitate or consider anything else other than her pleasure and how she will make me suffer for her. 

My breathing is snatched and ragged, my throat sore, my eyes sting, my limbs pulling and aching.  Each time the thin cane whips out m body tenses at the sound of it cutting through the air, each time it lands with incredible and somehow unexpected pain.  No matter how much I prepare, no matter how many times it lands, the pain seems unique and individual when it impacts with my body.

I am helpless, I am her plaything, her sadistic art.  I am there to suffer and through my suffering give her that limitless surging power that echoes and throbs through her.