My weekend with SirNContrl at his fabulous Dungeon
March 13 and 14, 2004

By jeb
www.metroslave.com

PREFACE: Much happened during this weekend. This is MY story. Others attended and had other experiences and they may write about them if they wish. I mention this so anyone who was there doesn't say "why didn't jeb write about my scene, it was hot too." Yes they were all hot, but again this is MY story and believe it or not it was a very emotional experience and i am pleased to share it with you as long as you understand this is a personal story of my return to SM after a long absence.

Master Jim (SirnControl@aol.com) asked me about a month ago if I would be interested in being his party slave for Rolf's birthday party. I agreed as I had always wanted to visit the "dungeon on the bay." The rules: Me Naked, No Safe word, Not Allowed out of Dungeon, and can't say "No" to any scene.

Sounded like fun. As the time drew near though I truly had second thoughts. What if I couldn't take it? I mean it's been a few years since anyone invited to play my "A" game. Frankly I was concerned about wimping out, ruining the party and embarrassing Master Jim in the process. Didn't help that Master Jim kept threatening to have me branded.

I got to Green Bay at 11am and stopped off for gas and to pick up a bottle of wine for me (that was my negotiated demand, that I get wine as my dungeon drink) and a bottle of Jim Beam as a present for Rolf's party. Conveniently there was an Applebee's so I had an early lunch and 3 glasses of wine. Now I was mellow! I didn't know at the time my next meal would be 29 hours later!

Now Master Jim offered me food while in dungeon, but since i was in the dungeon i refused it and staged a hunger strike. i'm like that.

When i arrived at Master Jim's i had time to put down my bag, get my wine out and present the Jim Beam and then it was down to dungeon, stripped and hooded.

i found some hot bottoms down there and we played some then Master Jim arrived home and in a flash i was strapped to a bondage table called the "crash cart."

i was wired up and Master Jim cranked up "old sparky" at first it was like being hit with a fist then other pulses started and I realized not only was I on this table and not going anywhere but Master Jim was a maestro and he controlled me true to his name.

What you can't see is in addition to the anal plug there is electro pad under my ass. Master Jim would crank that up to a very high frequency and just when i could not take anymore - i couldn't! i just passed out - in a way. i mean i could hear everyone talking and then commenting "I think jeb passed out." However i couldn't respond back. Was weird. i came back to life fast, did some more electro and my right hand was made to open and close over and over. i finally realized a cock had been put in it and i was milking a man. How cool is that?

Master Jim cranked it up again though and out i went. Master Jim said i was faking it. Hah. i'll let anyone try to fake anything with that much electro running through them. Believe me your only thought is to get off the table and the only thing you cannot do is dismount. It's awesome! If you had done TENS work or the violet wand you really cannot say you have experienced Electro. i know electro now.

Since i wouldn't give Master Jim the show he wanted he left me on the table and told the guys to beat me. So they did. My thighs really got it and every time i put my head up someone would smack me in the abs saying "Keep you head down!" Now that i'm home i'm not surprised to see my abs are black and blue from the beating. i had it coming for lifting my head so no complaints.

i think there was food upstairs as the guys stopped and i was released finally and put in the slave cell. The hood really got to me for some reason (claustrophobia?) and Master Jim let me take it off and my breathing became normal again. i hate fighting off panic.

In short time i was given a guest to suck off in the cell. i enjoyed that a lot....nice cock and cum!

The meal came to an end and Rolf came down and took charge. i was placed in the sling of all things. i am NO SLING PIG. But i was about to find out i was going to have to be. i got rammed with everything from "that feels like a real cock" to one's so large i screamed my head off. To say the fucking of my ass was NOT the least gentle would be an understatement. my hole learned to open fast and despite the fact being opened up that way is not on my fantasy list. It felt very good when it was over to know i could do things i didn't want to do. Good thing for what came later!

Finally the sling ride ended and i had a chance to thank Master Jim for inviting me and he had me suck off a few others he deemed worthy of orgasm (dungeon rules allow swallowing of cum, otherwise condom rule.) slave nathan was allowed orgasm and nearly drowned me on semen. i found out Master Jim had him chastity since January so he was at maximum production. Luck me eh?

i knew i was supposed to be chastity pieced for entertainment and my own good so when the piercer, Brent of Avanat-Gard in West Allis, WI arrived i was dreading it. A lot of folks lined up for piercings and my turn never came. But then nothing at Master Jim's is at seems if you are the nude in the dungeon.

When all the piercings seemed done i knew it was my turn. But guess what? No chastity piercings for me. No, a pain session instead was planned! Brent had me mounted on the St. Andrew's Cross and then took out the hypodermic needles. For some reason that freaked me and i almost tried to get out of the scene. Thankfully a lot of guests were watching and so i had to persevere.

Brent has great style and likes to inflict pain so i was surprised at how he could slide the needle in so i was barely aware or make me VERY aware. After several upper body needles he got around to my cock (aka the $6,000,000 Penis at $6,000,000 an inch) and i found out the head of my dick was as sensitive as i might have guessed but very doable. i was starting to like being pierced. i was "in the zone."

Brent offered to pierce my testicle. He made it clear not the sac, but right through my right testicle. i balked but he said "c'mon, just feels like a kick in the nuts." So, i said "do it." i was flying by now. Having my testicle pierced was the closest to "stop doing that" and "don't stop" i've ever been. Amazing rush just amazing!

Brent stopped things before i was ready but he was wise. Sometimes a slave doesn't know when to stop and the Master does. That was true now. He took some of the needles out and the ones out of my dick caused blood to drip on the floor. Those watching who were not freaked at my testicle piercing were freaked out by the blood.

Brent let me take out my nipple piercings and that was very auto-erotic. The session concluded i tried vainly to get someone else to try but no luck. i then begged Brent for at least nipple rings but he said nips had to heal so "no deal." He could see i was high and told me not to stalk him for more. Darn. But i do have his card...

With that Rolf tossed out some mattresses and the various guests passed out for a few hours of MUCH needed sleep. Hard for me to sleep though because i was literally sexually molested all night long. i wanted to sleep so bad, but the molestation was a good thing too.

With morning i still was not allowed upstairs so i spent the morning cleaning the dungeon along with some other bottoms who pitched in while we were supervised by slave joe who is the property of Master Jim. This would be a good time to tell you that slave joe really looked after me like a brother. Others helped out, but he went out of his way to make sure i knew what to do, what rules were, he would help me with getting wine from upstairs and offered me food in the morning (declined but accepted a cup of coffee.) slave joe is also an amazing pain pig. i have to be tied down, slave joe though is stoic to a fault.

Finally everyone except me was upstairs so i locked myself in the cage to take a nap. As soon as i'm comfortable Rolf calls down:

"jeb, Master Jim says you can come upstairs now."

i say, "no i can't!"

He says, "Master Jim says you can."

i say, "Kind of hard as i'm locked in a cell!"

With that slave joe was there in a minute and found the key. Upstairs joe and i stayed nude while Master Jim and Rolf made CD-ROM's with pictures of the party for each of us. Unfortunately Master Jim got bored and decided it would be good if my ass was whacked with a red industrial hose.

i took about 20 total (Master Jim doesn't count well i found out) and had to hold on to a barber chair during it. i was a real wuss dancing all over. Brent was wielding the hose and he likes to hit! slave joe took a turn to give me relief and he really took a lot without moving. he's good!

Master Jim took me downstairs for a while and showed me his paddle collection and of course made sure i knew what each one did. The one that left the best mark was a paddle made out of a boot sole. This morning i literally looked like i had been kicked in the ass!

With that the guests packed up and left but Master Jim pulled me aside and told me to stick around. i knew i had passed a test at that point. Not that i was super slave, but that something good was happening.

What was said will remain between slave joe, Master Jim and myself but suffice to say it appears i will be invited back and my getting to know Master Jim better and his slave joe is a matter of me not fucking up. The next session will be awesome from what i know of it. However, you will have to check back here to find out what it is as for now it's not place to say anything except:

THANK YOU MASTER JIM, ROLF and slave joe!