torturme's Blog

I was ordered to insert a large orange on cam and post it to the site for my master and my ex-wife and all to see. The orange they picked arrived by the post this afternoon and when I saw the size of it I knew there was going to be some real suffering. I used several size objects to loosen up my mangina, lubing and working up ot larger sizes over a period of two hours. none of my devices were nearly as large as the orange but I held the largest at my entrance for several minutes and flexed to loosen and relax my box. Fully lubed and on my knees I readied the cam and set the orange on a small pedistal. Squatting on my knees over the device of my torture I pulled my cheeks wide and my lips parted as the orange parted the outer rim of my opening. It felt much too big for my opening but I used my weight to push down and spread myself as wide as possible, it slid slowly to the point of no return and with a gasp it was fully up my tortured hole. I leaned forward and pushed it out for the photo, the camera flashed and my humiliation was caught for all to see. Later with a scream I was able to expel the device of my suffering and rest my gaping hole. PM's and nasty comments on this torture and all my pics get master, my ex, and me off!

I was led to the box in the evening. He said that a few more PM's had arrived and I was going to get to try them. On my knees and spread he worked my tight hole with a couple of lubed carrots. Somone had suggested this and he was interested to see how many I could hold. He inserted a third, then four and five streched me very fully. The camera flashed but they would not stay in place for a photo that suited him. He promptly kicked me in the balls and left. In my pain doubled up on the floor I heard the appartment door slam. The carrots had thankfully fallen out as I got back to my knees and breathed deeply as the pain slowly subsided. After a few minutes he returned with a drink can, another PM he said. I was ordered to lube the still cold can and use the pedistal to shove it into my ass. I lowered myself slowly onto the can, my still sore hole expanded slowly around the can from back to front as I pushed my weight down onto it. Rocking back and forth to get the angle of entry perfect. Using the full weight of my ass the front edge of my rim engulfed the can and with a gasp of pain it was fully inside my sweet hole. Slide it in as far as it will go he said, and I used my hands to spread my cheeks further, as the camera flashed my humiliation was complete. On your knees ass in the air he said and I held the can in with my hand as I complied. More photos and then the box door slammed. I let the can fall from my tortured rim. Realizing I was very thirsty I opened the can and drank deeply. Thanks for the Coke master. Later that evening He e-mailed me intructing me to post the photos and story on the site. He also ordered me to beg for more suggestions by PM and comments as there have been none to the blog site. He said if you like his work and want more to speak up now.

He was set to leave today but before he left he tied me to the chair, gagged me, so my screams would not alarm the rest of the building, and put clothespegs on my nipples. He pulled them outward roughly for a few minutes and then yanked them off. He left the room and returned with a pack of medical needles. Taking one of the pegs he clamped the tip of my nipple (very painful) and taking the needle he swiftly drove it completly through my nipple. When it exited it made a popping sound. The pain was intense as he pulled off the peg and grasped the needle pulling it forward to target his second strike, another pop and a flash of pain. He then went for his camera and took the first photo. When he asked if I would like another needle to remember him by while he is gone, I submitted completely as usual and meekly replied yes. He drove the third through the upper part of my nipple and he made it exit the tender skin very slowly. The pain was worse for this third one than any of the others. He took the photo, loosened my ropes and left, slamming the door behind him, leaving me to painfully remove his dirty work, and post it here for him to see.

I picked him up at the airport as I was instructed. I was told to wear a skirt and a pair of my ex-wifes panties. When he got in the car he grabbed me by the hair and asked if I was shaved and clean. I replied meekly that I was and moved to the passenger seat. As we drove to the flat he workrd his left hand up under my skirt and teased my hole with his fingers. In and out faster and faster as I moaned low and faced the window. We arrived and I knew when we got inside the flat that I was in for it tonight. He had me log into my favorite porn site (NBN) and checked the messages. As the PM about the tennis ball came up he reached into his bag and brought one out. I was told to strip and lie on by back. He lubed the ball and my rim and started to work the rough ball into me. It took some time for my insides to relax and open up but when it did the scratchy ball that he had written NBNM on slid slowly up my channel. He pushed it until it dissapeared and got the camera. "Expel it slowly" and though I wanted to release it immediately, I complied and slowly let it crown my raw rim. The camera flashed... and the evening had just begun.

Master returned this weekend to ream my rear. He tied me to a chair with my behind in the air and mentioned he had a surprise for me. Someone from this website had pm'ed him to try a bar of soap up my rear. He told me that it would be up there long enough to get some photos to post for those who had requested. He wet the soap and with no lube of any kind began to work it into my rear with his gloved hand. After a few seconds my hole unwillingly yielded to his trys and the bar began to slide in. The nerves of my chute were twitching trying to reject this intruder, but master only worked it further in until it was completely up inside me. I was moaning lowly as the cramps hit me and my rear muscles strained to expel the bar. The flash of his camera was recording all of the suffering as I struggled to hold it inside. Finally after a few minutes I could hold it no longer and it expelled and fell to the floor with a thump. I was still suffering from cramps and pain as he unzipped his pants and tore open a condom package...but that is a story for another day...

At University I was in my third year and had not messed around with women or men much. After a drinking party where everyone wore Togas I was left by my mates and had to walk the distance back to my room. Clad in my toga I was walking back when a car with two fellows pulled alongside. They looked like nice fellows so I took their offer for a ride. The passenger got out and sat in back and let me have the front seat. I had no more shut the door when the young fellow in back put a noose around my neck and pulled my head between the front seats. He told me not to fight and I won't get hurt too much. Half strangled I could not fight if I had the chance. They drove for a while and parked in what I soon found was a deserted scrapyard. Led by the neck inside a dark building, the driver grabbed the noose and got in the front seat of another car, shutting the door he led the rope through the open window and my head and neck followed. The passenger fellow then rolled up the window on my neck, trapping my head inside the car and my body ouside with my behind in the air. I was trapped and had to turn my head to barely breath. They tore off my costume and shorts and squirted what smelled like hand cream on my behind. The driver took his turn first slowly working his pride and joy up my channel. Once fully inside he pounded me mercilessly for a few minutes until I felt his hot jet of goo let go inside my bowels. He pulled out, and the larger endowed passenger took his turn, at the time my ass was very tight and he had some trouble working it in even with his buddy's goo dripping out. He finally rammed it home and I screamed into the car as he drove me deep, lifting my feet nearly off the ground. He was hairy like a bruin and he grunted as he came in my behind. I stood there with the mingled goo dripping from by shithole seconds later I saw the reflections of flashbulbs as they were photographing me. I was nearly sick when they told me that if I ever told anyone they would post these photos all over the school. I never told and weeks later I even fantsized about going back to the scrapyard for more.

Many years ago my master at the time returned from shopping with a large ear of corn. He told me to remove my panties and get on my hands and knees. He proceded to unhusk the corn and butter the entire 9 inch length. Apparently I had complied to slowly as when I was in the position he grabbed by balls and squeezed them until I begged him to stop, when he let go of my balls he began to work that long greased ear into my then tight rectum. At sblut what seemed halfway up my canal he reached a point where it was painful to proceed any further. I was moaning as he tried to work the ear past that point about 5 inches up. He became tired of my moans and removed the corn, took my panties from the floor and wiped the corn off with them. He then took the panties and stuffed them in my mouth and secured them with surgical tape. He then orderd my to raise my ass more into the air, when I complied he shoved the corn back to the point of greatest pain and giving it a twist proceeded to slowly insert it's entire length. I nearly passed out from the pain and pleasure mix. Never had I been so deeply filled and streched at the same time. He ordered me to sit in a wooden chair, when I did the ear went in a little further and broke inside me actually providing some relief in my pain. He then tied my feet, waist and hands to the chair and left without a word. I sat suffering for hours until he came home, drunk he stood and degraded me, asking if my panties still tasted sweet and if my nasty ass was ready for more fun. I just nodded yes in total submission. He untied me and when I stood on shaky legs the corn popped out in two pieces. He made me again assume the position, lubed his hand and proceeded to work it slowly up my now stretched out hole. When he completed the fist up my rim the pleasure was so great that I leaked out on to the floor. He laughed as he pulled his hand out roughly, saying that my blown out ass would not be any use to him now, and maybe he should call his well hung black co-worker to tighten me up. I secretly hoped that he would.