Another Entry from the Diary of an Inmate at Penis Penitentiary.
My mind is awash with thoughts and images as I am returned to my cell. Wet and naked I curl up in the corner of this god forsaken place. I am a toy for the pleasure of Warden Mistress Ivy (as she prefers to be called) and she has been in a particularly cruel mood lately. Days ago, maybe weeks ago, I’m not sure, time is immaterial there are no clocks, no daily pattern to count the time. I remember being taken to a room and forced to masturbate. The first time I believed my mistress had taken a kind eye to me because she allowed me to cum. I remember the warm feeling I had as she lovingly coaxed me to my orgasm and then allowed me to spill my cum. While she did collect the mess and force me to swallow it all, the feeling was exquisite and I loved her at that moment. Then of course she made me do it again, and again. Day after brutal day she forced me to masturbate until I came. My cock was raw and I begged to be released from this coerced orgasm torture but there was no kindness in her eyes and so it went on day after day repetitive cumming and coerced cum eating.

The Coerced Orgasms FINALLY stopped…

I was returned to my cell, withered and broken each day and then it just stopped. As with most things I am not allowed to know the reason or purpose, I am condemned and do as I am told to do. I vaguely remember a few days meager rest after this, mostly I slept and ate what was provided. I did not and still do not know how many prisoners are here. I hear the steel doors clang open and shut. I hear the sharp tap of spiked heels on the cement and I hear the moans and screams of the other wretched souls. I don’t know if they experience what I do or something entirely different, all I know is Warden Mistress Ivy runs the place with ruthless efficiency. But little did I the foresee that which was to unfold.

I have no idea how long ago I was taken from my cell. But again, Mistress Ivy’s minions came for me. Dressed in leather bra and panties, fishnet stockings and thigh high black leather boots, they are sexy and formidable. I was taken to another area of the prison and brought into a black steel room. As the door opened a short set of stairs took us down about five feet to the floor. There were no windows and no lights. I was placed on a table in the center of the room and my arms and legs were shackled to four points in the wall as if I was to be drawn and quartered. I was stripped completely and a helmet of sorts was placed over my head. I was closed over my face and locked down and I realized I could see nothing, hear nothing. I tried to speak but I could not even hear myself.

My Balls Ached, My Cock Throbbed

I lay there alone and after a period of time I felt a warm wetness hit my back and continue swelling up until I was floating in a warm bath. I lay there for hours until at once I felt a four sharp fingernails touch my chest and slide down over my chest, stomach and cock and then grasp my balls with a fierce grip. I screamed into the silence of my lonesomeness. More time and then something sharp, hard and cold clamped onto my right nipple. I barely had time to squeal before another hit my left. The pain was intense and then the shock hit. I screamed again, a scream that nobody heard. The shocks hit over and over and the pain was intense but caused an erection. I could feel everything in me, I could hear my heart beat as the electricity coursed through me. My cock was rock hard and I felt a hand wrap around it, then I felt lips and a tongue and my cock was in a warm mouth. Another shot of electricity. And then it stopped. I was left rock hard, the clips stayed on, but no other sensation touched me.

I waited, hours, maybe a day, it was a long time. I tried to sleep but could not and so I waited. The next sensation was a fierce pain in my balls as a tight iron clip was clamped to my scrotum, then another, then another, and another, six, eight, I stopped counting as the pain was intense. Then the shocks to my nipples started again. The pain washed through me like a cold wind, I was tired, exhausted is a better word and screamed into my empty void. Again, my cock came alive and again I felt the warm wetness of a mouth take it in and suck on it. As my mind tried to reconcile the pain and pleasure I felt as if I was being brought to an orgasm. But then the mouth came off and I could feel a metal sleeve slide over my cock. It was open ended and I felt a pulsing of electricity start to flow through my cock.

I could not imagine what this device was. The electric pulsing was pleasurable at first, then it started increasing. As it did if felt as if the steel sleeve was constricting. My cock stayed rock hard and slowly the impulses increased squeezing and shocking my cock until I felt myself explode. I felt the splatter of the cum as it spilled on my stomach but I stayed rock hard as long as the electric sleeve was pulsing. Gradually this was turned down and the sleeve removed as well as the clamps.

Really not that bad, but I did not know that this was to go on for days, at least I believe. I was given nothing to eat and at regular intervals the minions opened a small hole in the mask and allowed me to drink. I lost all track of time and space. But the CBT continued and I never knew when or how it would start and how long it would last or who was performing it. Until they removed the mask, drained the room and took me back to my cell wet and naked where my story began…

I don’t give my inmates er…victims, many freedoms. But, writing in a diary is one of them. Reading their thoughts and fears and about their time here sends exciting shivers up my spine and moistens my panties. Makes me want to take them and turn the tens unit up a bit higher to see a new reaction

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I sit in my cell here in the penis penitentiary with no view to the outside, the cell is clean and utilitarian. My cock and ass hurt severly after today’s session with Ms Ivy. The day started in a pretty normal fashion. I havn’t cum in over a month now and each day, often multiple times a  day I have sessions with her…usually some light cbt or other forms of mild torture, but today my Mistress was in a particularly viscious mood….

I had never seen this room, the walls black, the lighting dim and tinged red. I was led by her minions, beautiful in their own right, but never the unimaginable beauty of Mistress Ivy, the warden, the gatekeeper of this hellish domain. Dressed in black leather bra’s and panties and long black leather boots with spiked heels they led me to the rack. For the most part it looked like a piece of gym equipment, chrome and black vinyl. They put me in the seat, like a partial stool, centered in it and chained my arms and legs to the chassis. Before me, a table of tools, devices and paraphenalia.

Mistress Ivy enters the room, dressed in a red leather corset and panties, black stockings, and thigh high red leather boots with 6 inch heels. Her long black hair falls over her shoulders widening her features. She has a demonic look as she says “Cindy, you have been a bad little stroker boy…we caught you on camera last night….stroking your cock without permission!”. She asks me to explain, but I just stutter, there is no excuse, I will be given no quarter and I deserve no such mercy.

She looks at me as her minions come up beside me. They begin to hold me and caress my cock and it hardens immediately. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it and the smile on Mistress Ivy’s face says something other than “enjoy it”. They begin stroking me, getting me rock hard. Then one of her minions take me in her mouth. The pleasure is amazing and I close my eyes only to be awakened by a sharp pain in my testicles. Mistress Ivy has just clipped a large metal clip to both testicles and each has a wire dangling from it with a hook. Her minion strokes and sucks me as Mistress Ivy starts applying weights to the hooks. The clips tug at my testicles and my cock leaks and I moan, but I don’t know if it’s pleasure or pain.

I continue to recieve the most amazing fellatio as Mistress Ivy brings a nylon rope over. It’s red and about 4 ft long and she begins tying it around the base of my cock and balls. She then puts a collar on me and clips the end of the rope to it. Her hand, her mouth, it feels so good and I lean back only to realize the trap. If my head leans back it tightens the knot around my cock, squeezing the balls up. I desperatly want to lean back and moan with pleasure, but know that I can’t.

Then I feel the wetness behind. Some type of lubrication, jell, or oil on my ass. I try to turn and see, but the rope tightens. Then I feel a cold metal object, rouded at the top begin to move around my asshole. It works it’s way in as I realize it is the other minion beginning to ass fuck me with a huge metal strap on. The other continuing to pleasure my cock as my ass rips apart receiving this massive pole. My mind wanders as I try to deal with all the sensation When a violent shock wave hits. The cock is electrified and it jolts me hard sending waves of pain through my ass. Mistress Ivy laughs loudly and I see she has the control for that. She adds more weight to the hooks dragging my testicles down.

I am torn with different emotions, massive pleasure, massive pain as I continue having my ass pounded from behind. But I feel myself coming to a climax and the minion sucks harder and harder and as I am about to explode my head jerks back reflexively, quickly tightening the rope and strangling my cock…The minion moves aside and Mistress Ivy steps forward clamping a gloved hand around my cock. She simultaneously presses the button and shock waves of pain shoot through my ass. The glove is freezing cold and has small but sharp spikes all over the palm and they prickle my cock. My head explodes with the multiple sources of pain and I know longer want to cum, I am demoralized, humiliated.

Mistress Ivy unbindes the chains and frees me from my torturous bonds. She looks at me as I slump to the floor, naked.. Well, you won’t be touching that little clitty of yours for a while will you Cindy…I hear her laughing as the minions drag me away, back to my cell. What does the future hold here in the Penis Penitentiary?