Helpless By Design - Ch. 01

Disclaimer: This story is based on a real session between two consenting adults, spiced up with extra fantasy parts. If you get inspired by it, make sure to play safe.

I have been meeting with Patrick once every week or two for the past three months now. He was in his late twenties and even though his experiences before me were limited, we shared a lot of similar kinks and ideas and we both wanted to push more in the same directions. It turned out, he was no stranger to TPE, bondage and pain. At the start, we discussed every scene before it happened, just to make sure we are on the same page. Of course, safe words were in place, which he rarely used. Especially later on, as I got a pretty good idea of his limits. As we kept meeting and built trust, we agreed to move towards a stricter system where I prepared the scenes without telling him. He never knew what was coming his way the next time he visited me.

And today I have a new toy I want to test.  

As usually, Patrick kneels in front of me, looking at the floor. He is naked except for the chastity cage that has been locked on for over two weeks now. Every time I see it, I do my best to pretend it's not there. Just to show it's locked away, not because it makes him horny and frustrated, but because his dick and pleasure don't matter. What mattered to me was his looks. I put a lot of effort into looking good and expected the same from him. If he wanted to stay my property, I required at least four visits to the gym every week. Strictly reported and punished if he missed even a single one. After three months, we were already reaping the fruits of this rule. He lost some fat and gained a bit of muscle. It made me happy to watch his transformation.

The first thing I do is to use handcuffs to secure his wrists behind his back. I use proper police cuffs, so once the key is out of your reach, you aren't getting out. This is always enough to make his cage start to fill up. But like I said, it doesn't matter. Next, I put his AirPods in his ears and use his face to unlock his iPhone. I know the PIN, but this somehow makes it more humiliating for him. I sit down in the chair nearby and start to scroll through the contents of his phone. First I go to social media to check all the private messages. Then the photo gallery, including the hidden and "last deleted" folders. I take my time and scour everything I can think of while he kneels nearby and waits. I find nothing extraordinary, but that's not the point. I just want to show him that privacy is a privilege he doesn't have. After about fifteen minutes, I am done, so I turn on the active noise cancelation in his earphones, open Spotify and play the most monotone white noise I can find. That is one sense being isolated. Now is time for the other.

I stand up and walk around him. He doesn't move because for that he would need my permission. I go and grab a leather hood that will do well for what I have in mind. It has openings for eyes, mouth and nostrils. Each of those openings can be sealed shut if needed. I go back to him and instruct him to look forward. Not upwards at me, just directly in front of him. That allows me to comfortably put the hood on his head. I am sure the AirPods stay in place. Once the hood is in place, they can't fall off. I use straps to make it tighter and secure each strap with a small padlock. It's a symbolic move, not like he can take it off with his wrists cuffed anyway.  

After the hood is secured in place I grab his chin and make him look up at me. I love to see the sparkle in his eyes in moments like this. We both know it's a game we both enjoy playing, but behind it there is always the uncertainty he feels. He doesn't know what I am planning and it makes him nervous. I smile and press my fingers against his jaw. He understands and opens his mouth wide to catch my spit. His reward for obedience. "Thank you, sir," he whispers after he swallows it.  

I pull on the straps to make sure they are secure and laugh at him. He told me he loves it when I do that. When I show him how helpless he is. Then I put in place one last thing before getting the main toy: a blindfold that is an accessory to the hood and attaches directly to it. Once it is in place, the world becomes pitch black. So now he can't see or hear what is happening. He can only feel it on his own skin.

I take a step back and watch him. He is still patiently enduring the position on his knees for almost half an hour now. He didn't move an inch for the entire time and I knew the hard floor must be painfully biting into his skin at this point. But he knew moving without permission would result in much worse punishment. His cuffed wrists were resting behind his back, pulling on the metal every couple of moments in a vain attempt to adjust his shoulders. And his sensorily deprived head covered by the hood, was facing the floor again. He had no way of telling if I was still in the room with him or if I left. So I was just standing there for a couple of minutes, waiting for him to move and give me reason to punish him. He didn't. Not even a little. Well-trained slave, I thought to myself.

I enjoy watching him struggle like that, but I was also too excited to use my new toy. So I approached him very quietly, carefully did a squat and softly touched his balls with the tips of my fingers. His body twitched, but he still didn't move. I was gently petting his cage and balls with one hand and teasing his nipples with the other. That was enough to make him leak a couple of drops of precum. I caught it with my index finger and carefully smeared it on his bottom lip. He licked and said, "Thank you, sir," again.  

That went on for a couple more minutes. At that point he didn't cum for over a week and the cage was bursting. With every touch he moaned a little, but didn't beg for release like some other would. He accepted his fate at that moment as whatever I decided it to be. I grabbed his phone again, unlocked it with PIN and turned off the noise cancelation along with the white noise. Now he could hear me again.

"You are a good little slave," I praised him while still playing with his dick and nipples.

"Thank you, sir." He whispered.

"You are leaking so badly too..." I laughed and put my finger covered with his precum into his mouth. Feeling his tongue slide over it made my own dick twitch a little.

"Yes, sir." He replied and added, "I hope you will allow me to cum soon, sir."

That's what I like about him. He doesn't talk about how horny he is. He doesn't try to show it or convince me to unlock him. He just accepts it.

"We will see about that..." I simply said and stood up. I petted him on his hood-covered head, slid my hand to the back of it and pulled him against my crotch. I was wearing underwear and shorts, but his mouth still easily found my hard dick under it. He kissed it and kept kissing it until I pulled him away. After I did that he opened his mouth, stuck the tongue out a little and expected he would service me now. I laughed and said, "Not yet!"

About 45 minutes have passed since I put him on his knees and he was now visibly uncomfortable from holding the same position. I decided to pull him up to stand up. His knees were bright red in the spot where they were touching the floor.  

"Fuck..." he whispered under his breath as he began moving up.

"Thank you, sir." He said loudly with palpable relief in his voice. If only he knew what was in store for him...

I let him wait and went to grab the setup I prepared earlier. It was an electro box, which he was very familiar with at that point. This was no simple AliExpress piece of crap. It was a professionally made piece of equipment that had three, remotely controlled independent channels that could be paired with any kind of electrodes you could think of. Patrick knew about a butt plug and several penis attachments. What he didn't know about yet was the brand new mouthpiece I bought recently. It looks similarly to the adjustable gag that keeps your mouth forcibly open for use. This one specifically came with a sensor tracking how much you keep your mouth open. The fun part is that instead of forcing the mouth to spread wide, it moves freely. You can open and close your mouth as much as you like. The trick being that you set it to a certain angle and once that threshold is breached, it triggers an electric shock. That means you have two options. You can either keep your mouth opened, or you can close it and expect the shocks coming until you open again. I was eager to try it for months and now I could.

I went back to Patrick and put everything in place. The electro box was attached around his thigh with a strap. To the box I attached electro nipple clamps that were now hanging from his nipples. It was the kind that bites down and doesn't let go no matter how hard you try to shake them off.  

And finally...

"Open your mouth," I instructed him and placed the gag between his teeth. While he was opening and closing his mouth to test it, I turned on the box. The quiet beep immediately alerted him. He knew what it meant and shook his head a little, expecting pain. Then I grabbed my phone with a preinstalled and paired app used to set the gag and electro.

"Open your mouth a little," I instructed him and watched him open to about a half of his range.

"A little more," I said and when he was about two-thirds open I clicked the "SET" button on my phone. The light on the sensor of the gag turned green. The electro was not on yet, so I just watched the light swap between red and green as he opened and closed his mouth. Red meant he would trigger the electro.

I went to sit in the chair again with the phone in my hand. "Get back on your knees and open your mouth as much as you can," I said strictly. That tone meant teasing is over. From now on, every command will be either followed to the letter or punished.  

He followed through. Once his mouth was fully open, I turned the electro on my phone and set it to 40% intensity. Painful, but far from his limit. Then I grabbed his phone and turned the noise cancelation in the AirPods back on. From that moment, he was in his own world. I didn't give him any instructions, I didn't explain what would happen. He will figure it out on his own, I just had to wait. To give you an idea of what he will feel soon... Have you ever had a long visit at the dentist where you had to keep your mouth open for dozens of minutes? Remember that ache in your jaw?  

After about a minute of watching him squirm the light finally flashed red, followed by an immediate shock into his nipples. Short, but intense. It got him by surprise. He twitched, leaned forward and lost a bit of balance. When he got it back, he was breathing heavily and shaking his head in the form of defiance. Another shock followed a couple of seconds later, which made him open his mouth as much as he managed. He understood quickly what was happening. He was drooling all over himself and my floor. I just sat there and watched him trying to push the gag out of his mouth with his tongue even though that was pointless.

Over the next ten minutes, he did his best trying to keep his mouth open. For the first half he was mostly successful, but his jaw was growing tired. When the shocks happened every half or so minute, I raised the power to 50%. That motivated him enough to keep the mouth open for over a minute before giving himself another shock. He looked desperate enough, so I stood up and went over to him. He was covered in his own saliva and tried his hardest to prevent the electro from triggering. I intended to push him further, so I put my shoe on his balls, pinning them to the floor. He twitched, shocked himself again and the movement of his body kept pulling on the balls. I raised the electro to 55% and enjoyed watching him choosing between the pain in his jaw or his nipples for five more minutes.

I left his balls alone and went to grab his phone to turn off the noise cancellation. Then I put my thumb into his mouth, grabbed his chin and pulled him up to indicate that I expected proper posture now.

"Are you enjoying my new toy?" I mocked him.

He cried a desperate moan and shook his head. An attempt to speak wouldn't be very pleasant, so this was the best he could do.

"But I am having fun!" I said with a hint of amusement. "And what's more important?" I continued while still holding his jaw upright. "My enjoyment or your comfort? I asked.

I wasn't sure if his jaw gave up again or if he did it intentionally, but the gag flashed red again, punishing him instantly. I laughed loudly and let out his jaw. "That's what I thought..." I followed up.

"I am gonna add another 10% now..." I said. He immediately shook his head, mumbled something and tried to get himself out of the handcuffs. His record on nipples is 78%, so we were getting close.

"Keep complaining," I said right after confirming the new setting, "and the next time I will add electrodes to your balls and set an upper limit as well. So your dick will get fried if you open your mouth too much. "Would you want that?" I asked him as I was getting comfortable in the chair again.

He shook his head and loudly cried out when the new 65% of the electro intensity hit his nipples for the first time.

"That's what I thought," I replied uncompromisingly. "I will give you a couple more minutes and then maybe you will even get the taste of my dick before I let you out..."