Diary of an Inmate : Sensory Deprevation and CBT

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…