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The Knights of St. Jillian. Part Four by A. J. Deacon.
  codes  M/F bdsm con

Copyright 2005 by A. J. Deacon. All rights reserved!
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	The Knights of Saint Jillian.....Part Four  

	"Hello Jill, it's good to meet you in person finally
after all these months," he said. His tone of voice
and his smile were very reassuring. The thought
flashed into my mind that Jack had decided to
prostitute me. It was followed instantly by a feeling
of shame, both for the implications, and for even
thinking of such a thing. This also increased my
arousal. "Don't be afraid," he continued, "I'm not
going to harm you, or even touch you." I found that
last statement disappointing.  "I had to meet you in
person to find out for myself, that you were doing
this of your own free will.  Your husband isn't as
smart as he thinks he is. You see I've known all along
who you were and where you lived. By-the-way did you
know you weren't at the farm any more?"

	"No! When did we move?" I had been asked a direct
question, so I could answer.

	"No, no, you don't understand. Jack is still living
at the farm, with Vanessa and Georgina. Only you have
moved."

	"But this place looks just like the room at home."

	"Yes it was built for that. Jack thinks that nobody
knows about the move. I know everything that Jack
does. I even know how much money you have earned this
year, and where Jack has invested it."

	"Year? Have I been doing this for a year already?"

	"Oh yes, I was the sixth person to control your body
when Jack first put you on the net almost exactly
fourteen months ago. You've been on display
continuously now for almost nine months." This amazed
me, what was supposed to last for seventy-two hours
has been going on for nine months. "You're still on as
a matter of fact. Jack doesn't know it yet, but I can
take over control of this web site anytime I want."
Again I felt danger and more arousal. "I've arranged
for a recording of you sleeping, to be web-cast, so I
could speak with you in private without Jack or
anybody knowing. If I meant you, or Jack, any harm, I
could have easily kidnapped you anytime. Your cage
isn't even locked, and the security alarms around this
place leave a lot to be desired. Now listen carefully,
I don't want to take too long. I don't like what is
happening to you. I want to take you away from all
this. I can make you happy, and keep you sexually
satisfied, without going to this extreme. I want you
to know that I'm ready to rescue you whenever you
think you've had enough. Jack has some very difficult
and dangerous stunts planned for you. He's been
discussing them in the chat room. Right now you're
being rested for three days. People can still look in
and see you sleeping naked in your cage, but there
will not be any bondage or pain for three days, then
it will begin. About half of the three days has
already past, you've been asleep for over twenty-four
hours. I want you to think about my offer. I don't
care how long it takes you to come the that decision.
I'll wait for you. When you've had enough just give me
a signal, and I'll come for you. All you have to do is
give me a sign."

	"What sort of sign can I give?" What was I thinking
asking a question like that? I didn't need to be
rescued, what I needed right then was to orgasm, and
if what he said was true, I'd have to wait for almost
two more days.

	"You can signal me by your scream. When you want out,
just scream twice in succession. Don't do it all the
time, just every once in a while. I'll be constantly
monitoring you, the first time you give the signal,
I'll drop what I'm doing and start coming for you.
I've rigged a system that will listen to you
constantly, your screaming twice within one second
will trigger an alarm, and l'll be on my way.
Understand, that I won't interfere without you wanting
me to. You can even tell Jack about me coming here
today, but if you do that, then he'll beef up the
security around this place and the web site, and I may
not be able to help you when you really need it. Do
you understand all that?"

	"Yes, but what I really need now is to come. Please,
make me come." What was I saying! I had just begged a
perfect stranger for an orgasm.

	"I'm sorry Jill, but I don't want to interfere. When
you've decided that you'd rather be my slave, instead
of Jack's, then you won't ever have to beg for an
orgasm again. I have to go now, but I'll come and see
you again. Drink some water, you don't want to become
dehydrated." I obeyed and knelt putting my head
through the hole in the cage. I noticed that there was
no food, but plenty of water. "That's a good girl," he
said as I drank. "You have to get back to sleep, you
need to be rested up for what Jack has in store for
you. Good bye Jill." I heard him say, as everything
started to go black. I realized that the water had
been drugged, so that I would sleep for most of the
seventy two hours. The stranger knew it though.

	 I woke up again sometime later, by myself. There was
nobody around. I called out but got no answer except
my own echo. I was desperate for an orgasm, but with
my wrists locked behind my back there was nothing I
could do. There was nothing in the cage that I could
even rub against, and even if there was, there was no
room to move around to do it in.  I noticed somebody
had been here, because there was food in my dog dish.
It was still fairly warm! I must have just missed
whoever it was. I remembered the strange man. Had he
really been here or was it just a dream. I didn't
think it was a dream, but then I hadn't dreamt in so
long that I might not have recognized it as one. I did
recognize the taste of the beef stew, so it was either
Jack or Georgina that brought the food. I remembered
what the stranger said about not being on the farm any
more. I only wondered where I was for a short time,
because thanks to the drug that was in the food or the
water, I was asleep so quickly that I don't remember
if I finished the meal.

	When the rattling stick woke me up next time, it was
Jack who held it. Almost before I became aware that it
was Jack, I was  kowtowing as best as I could in the
confines of the cage, and begging for an orgasm. He
only ordered me to be silent, I would orgasm in due
time and not before. The time came as part of my
regular morning routine, right after the enemas. Oh
how I had come to look forward to those enemas. Once
all the preparations were completed, I was led to the
bondage table. My bondage had been evolving slowly
over time so that I was presented more and more openly
displayed, but today's set up was different. It
started out with me kneeling on the table, with knees
wide spread. My ankles were placed in half round
groves in wooden blocks that were fixed to the table,
and clamped in place when the other halves of the
blocks were screwed on. It was a snug fit, but didn't
interfere with the circulation.

	 Jack supported my shoulders as I was made to lay
back. I was placed on the table in such a way that
when I was laying on my back, my head and shoulders
extended out beyond the edge of the table. I was made
to arch my back, so that my ass was lifted off the
table and I supported myself only on my knees and the
back of my shoulders. As Jack held my shoulders in
place at the edge of the table, each of the two women
clamped my wrists to the table with similar wooden
blocks that were used to hold my ankles in place.  I
was held there, Like a strung bow, my back arched
backward, supporting myself only with the back of my
shoulders and my knees, with my head hanging off the
edge of the table. 

	After the spanking machine was positioned under my up
raised ass, a clear plastic box was temporarily
suspended a couple of feet above my belly button.  I
heard Jack explain to the audience that, empty, the
box only weighed about six ounces, but when full of
liquid it would weigh just over thirty pounds. From my
position I could only see part of what was going on
above my body, and only by seeing it reflected in the
mirror above the couch. It was difficult to understand
what was happening, because of the confused state my
mind was in, and the fact that I was looking at the
mirror upside down. I wasn't paying much attention
until I felt something being attached to the rings in
my pubic lips. I couldn't actually see my pubis,
because it faced away from the mirror. Jack went on to
explain that the entire weight of the box would
eventually be supported by the rings in my nipples and
my pubic lips. 

	A sense of danger flashed through my mind, but it was
quickly drowned out by the increased arousal it
caused. I felt my pubic lips and nipples being pulled
snug and fastened in place. While this was going on I
felt something happening between my pubic lips. I felt
a slight irritation inside me all the way to my
bladder. Although I realized what was happening I
didn't realize why until I felt my bladder empty
itself, and saw the yellow fluid splash against the
bottom of the clear plastic box that now hung
supported only by my pubic lips and nipple rings. As
Jack used my mouth to bring himself off, I heard him
explain to the audience that I was receiving  six
litres of fluid each day, and at that rate the box
will fill up in about two and a half days.  I was
going to be kept in this already painful position for
at least another two and a half days. I swallowed up
hill as Jack attached my gag after climaxing  and he
reminded the audience that I would remain in this
bondage indefinitely, for as long as they wanted me
to.  They had to show that they wanted to see me like
this, by tuning in to actually watch me. My ordeal
would end if the number of viewers at any one time,
ever dropped below a hundred.

	I didn't know at the time how long it took for my
viewers to get tired of watching my urine accumulate
in the box, and the added weight, increase the painful
pull on my nipples and pubic lips. They had control of
me continuously all during this time. I guess Jack
figured that since I was in bondage anyway, the paying
customers might as well get a chance to spend their
money. There was a slight difference in their choices
now though. While they could still control the rate of
the vibrator, they couldn't give me an internal jolt.
Since my bladder was being continuously drained
through the catheter and into the weight box, there
couldn't be a jet of urine any more. I don't know if I
was capable of twitching in this position, but if I
did, the sudden movement might just rip my pubic lips
right off my body. 

	I found out later that the number of viewers reached
maximum whenever the weight box was about to over
flow. It was set up so that when the box filled
completely, all the stale urine would siphon out in
one gush that lasted over five minutes. The stream
would splash against my body almost exactly in the
hollow of my belly button. Some of it would splatter
out in all directions, and I regularly felt many of
these drops hit my face. The rest of it would pool and
then split into two streams. One of which would run
down towards my mound, and continue on, on both sides
of it, to run down into my crack and drip off onto the
surface that supported me. I could feel it against the
skin of my legs and arms and shoulders as I lay in it
for the time it took to eventually dry up.  The other
stream would flow towards my breasts and in between
them, until it was also split in two by my chin. A
smaller stream would flow past each of my ears and
soak into my hair before dripping onto the floor and
running into the drain.

	The box drained for at least three times that I have
a memory of, and each time the pulling of my nipples
and pubic lips ended for a time. I didn't miss the
pain however. Being drenched by my own stale urine
every two and a half days was so humiliating, that my
tears helped to soak my hair each time. I cried until
the next orgasm hit me. The humiliation was so great
that the emotional pain from it caused my arousal to
soar. The resulting orgasm drained me so much that I
passed out right after coming. I don't really know how
long I was out after each of these shame induced
orgasms, or even if I was really unconscious. It may
have been that I overdosed on sex again and my brain
just couldn't keep up with the sensations any more.
I'm certain that I continued to have orgasms, because
the imaginary baseball bat and the real spanking
machine continued to be controlled by my viewers. I
must have reacted to them because I didn't come to
with the desperate need for an orgasm, as I do when I
wake up in my cage after a period of sleep. As I found
myself  when the rattling stick next woke me up. I had
no recollection of being released from my bondage,
cleaned up, and put into my cage.  I woke up clear
headed and desperately in need of an orgasm. I was
disappointed when I recognized the stranger again. I
knew he would not touch me.

	"Hello Jill, It's good to see you again. I trust
you're a little bit rested up from your latest
adventure. How do you feel?"

	"Physically, I'm still a little bit stiff, and I have
a burning sensation on the back of my shoulders, and 
my shins, and the back of my arms."

	"Yes, I'm afraid that you've developed an extensive
rash in all the places where you were in contact with
your urine for so long. Because of that your next
adventure won't be for at least a couple of weeks.
Until it's all cleared up. You see your next adventure
also involves you coming in contact with your own
urine and Jack doesn't want to risk an infection."


	"What are they going to do to me this time?"

	"I can't tell you that Jill. Remember I don't want to
interfere in your life until you ask me to take you
away from all this. I will tell you however that what
you've just gone through will seem like nothing
compared to what will happen next. I just came to
remind you that I'll be there for you whenever you
want out of this. I'll be extra alert for your signal.
Do you remember what that signal is?"

	"Yes, if I want you to rescue me, I'm to scream twice
in succession. Not every time, but once in a while."

	"Very good. Remember that, because next time Jack
will raise the stakes. The danger level is being
greatly increased. You could die a very gruesome
death. Listen carefully when Jack explains the set up
as he is putting you in peril. Decide how far you will
let it go before you call for help, then do so when
that point is reached. The end will come quickly and I
may not have time to save your life if you leave it
too late. Remember what I'm telling you. You will
probably not be thinking straight at the time, so
please make an effort to concentrate on what he's
saying. Drink some water now and get back to sleep,
they will be here soon to look after you."

	"Please before you go. Please make me come. Please!"

	"I'm sorry Jill, I won't do that. When you've
regained your senses and decide to become my slave,
you will never ever have to beg for an orgasm. Be a
good little slave and drink and get back to sleep," he
said as he disappeared into the shadows. I drank and 
the drugs in the water quickly put me back to sleep.

	When the rattling stick woke me up next time it was
Jack wielding it. I wanted to beg him for an orgasm
but I knew he wouldn't grant it. They put me through
my quote, normal, quote procedure. Jack had decided
that while my skin was clearing up, I would revert
back to daily control sessions and sleeping in
between, The only allowance he made for my rash was
that it was medicated, and my bondage was such that
those parts of me were never placed in contact with
anything. This meant that I was suspended most of the
time. I don't know how long this pattern continued,
but I know it went on for several cycles after my rash
healed and they stopped medicating it. 

	Just before my next adventure, as he put it, the
stranger visited me again. I found out from him that
my last adventure had lasted thirteen days. Interest
dropped off sharply after the fifth time I was
drenched in my own stale urine. When the number of
viewers dropped below one hundred, Jack came and put
an end to the adventure at his earliest convenience,
after he had his supper. That was three weeks ago, and
in a little while I would begin my next adventure. He
warned me again that this time my life would be in
peril. I was to listen very carefully to Jack as he
explained the set up to the viewers, understand what
was going to happen to me, and decide when I wanted to
put a stop to it. He reminded me again not to leave it
too late. "I hope I will see you again," he said
before he left.

	He sounded so serious that I began to sense real
danger. This unfortunately raised my arousal even
higher. Inspite of how desperate I was for an orgasm,
I held off drinking from the drugged water so I could
stay away for a while and think about what was about
to happen to me rather than forget my intense need as
I slept. I knew my life was in danger, but I didn't
know whether  Jack had planned it that way, or if it
was because the stranger could see a possible problem
that could result in an accident. I dismissed the
latter. If this was the case then I'm sure he would
have pointed it out to Jack either by Email or in the
chat room, and Jack would have made the required
corrections. I was certain that the danger to my life
was planned. Probably at the insistence of a certain
faction of the viewers. From what the stranger had
said, the danger was probably going to become greater
as time went on. If nothing happened to stop it then I
would die. I suddenly remembered that he had said that
I was to again be in contact with my own urine. "Could
it be," I wondered, "that I was to be put into some
sort of container, so that my urine would collect in
it and the level wound slowly rise until. Oh God! Not
until I drowned in it." The stranger had said that I
"might" die. That means that something could intervene
before that happened. I had no way of knowing exactly
what the setup would be, but I was sure that Jack
would never put my life in real danger. Just the same,
I decided that I would definitely pick a level that I
though was safe, and I would certainly call for help
when that level was reached. I hoped I would still be
able to make a sound. Having made that decision, I
drank some water and was soon asleep.

	The rattling stick brought me to wakefulness one more
time. After my usual routine, I was somewhat surprised
that I was again put into bondage as usual and under
control of my viewers. My next adventure was not to
begin today. Things went on pretty much as they always
did during these sessions.  At the end, when I was
released and put back into my cage, there was no food
waiting for me just outside the hole in the back of
the cage. Jack reached into the cage and attached the
watering tube in my nose to what looked like the usual
watering bags. Normally I was only watered through
this tube while I was in bondage. When I was in my
cage, I could put my head through the hole in the back
of the cage and lap up water from my water bowl when
ever I felt thirsty.  I had not had any solid food
since the end of my last control session, presumably
twenty-four hours ago, and I was not being fed now. I
would have to make do on the nutrients dissolved in
the liquid, constantly dripping directly into my
stomach, for a while longer.  Since the only real work
my body was doing was in my thirty-minutes of
exercise, I wasn't burning up too many calories, and
Georgina was able to keep the proper nutrient level in
my body. After all, during the thirteen days of my
last adventure, this liquid had sustained me. Thanks
to her constant vigilance, my body was at it's optimum
weight and shape. Only seconds after the liquid
started to flow, I realized that a drug had been
added, as everything started to go dark.

	I was already awake when Jack came again. The last
bag of liquid they connected to my nose tube didn't
contain any sleeping potion, so when the drug wore off
I woke up. I used the short time interval to think
about my situation. I felt that I understood that my
next adventure, involved my being put into bondage in
some sort of container, so that my urine would
accumulate, and that if nothing happened to stop it,
the level would rise until I was submerged in it and
drown. I even figured out why I hadn't been fed any
more. They wanted to make sure that there was
absolutely no solid matter in my digestive tract. Jack
didn't want anything seeping out of my bowel and
discolouring the urine in the tank. I figured that
they had kept me asleep for long enough so that the
last thing I had eaten had worked it's way out of me.
I had no doubt that laxative had been included in the
fluid that slowly dripped directly into my stomach. I
snickered to myself at the thought of how thorough
Jack had been in his planning. I had no doubt that
there were many among my viewers who would have
thought it much more erotic if the fluid that I was to
wallow in for god knows how long, also contained
feces. Thankfully saner heads prevailed.

	I had learned to remain silent during my routine,
except to cry out from pain or during orgasm. Begging
for an orgasm wouldn't get me one anyway.  Although
there was no need for the enemas this time, they were
administered anyway. No doubt many viewers enjoyed
watching me embarrass myself as I expelled the liquid
into the floor drain.  When all the usual things were
done to me, and I did the usual things to Jack and the
two women, I was led to my place of bondage.

	I was surprised when I didn't see the container that
I was to be kept in. I hadn't really though much about
what it would look like, perhaps a bath tub I would
have to lie in, or a clear cylinder I would stand in.
All I saw was a very small clear plastic box, that I
couldn't possibly fit into. Or so I thought. I
listened in horror as Jack explained to the viewers
that I would be immobilized in this box, while my
urine slowly filled it. Since my head would be held
near the bottom of the box, he showed off the snorkel
through which I would have to breathe. The opening
would be way above the top of the box, but part of the
way up he pointed out what he called "the execution
tube". It was shaped like an upside down "J" , with
the small leg outside the snorkel and the long leg
leading down almost to the bend at the bottom just
below the mouth piece. He explained that when the
urine level reached the curved part of the "J" , which
was located so that I would be totally submerged, my
urine would siphon and quickly flood the snorkel.
Since the snorkel would be outside my field of vision,
I would not be aware of when this happened, so my
previous breath would have been my last, as the next
would fill my lungs with pee. He explained about the
diver's mask that would be sealed over my eyes. He
thought it would be too cruel to let my urine burn my
eyes. He had tested it he said, to make sure my eyes
were protected for the duration. 

	When the mask had been sealed to my face it was time
to take my position. Since the face mask limited my
field of vision, the women guided me into place with
their hands. First I stepped into the box. My wrists
were attached over my head, and pulled up so that they
carried all my weight.  The women bent my legs back at
the knees so that I was in a kneeling position, and I
was slowly lowered into the box. My knees and feet
were guided into fitted parts so that I couldn't move
my knees in any direction. A bar was fitted behind the
knees to prevent me from lifting them off the bottom.
My knees were locked in place slightly more that
shoulder width apart.  Since the box was entirely
constructed out of clear plastic I hadn't noticed
anything inside it when I first saw it. My feet were
placed into special unseen slots, and when a wedge was
pushed behind then, even my toes were immobilized. I
was lowered further so that I was sitting back as I
knelt, and another bar was fitted in front of my
belly. My wrists were released and re-fastened behind
my back. Next the mouth piece of the snorkel was
placed in my mouth. It was fitted with straps, like
the gag had been, and these were fastened tightly
behind my head. 

	Jack took this opportunity to point out what he
called "the escape clause". It was a tube fitted at
the front of the box, on the other side of where the
snorkel will be. He explained that the top of the tube
was half an inch below the top of the execution tube.
The stopper would stay in place until all the time
that all the viewers spent watching this event
totalled twelve hundred hours. If that happened before
the urine level reached to top of the execution tube,
than the computer would activate a mechanism that
would pull the stopper out of the escape clause. I
would remain submerged in my urine completely
immobilized, and available for control for a total of
five days. However I would live to entertain them
again in my next special event. If not enough viewers
tuned in, in time, and the urine level reached the top
of the execution tube, then they would watch me drown
in my own stale urine, and that would be the end of
the web site. He apologized to the viewers who had
booked, and paid for, control time that happened too
late. He explained that while their money would not be
refunded, my body would be on display for the full
time, five days, and the controls would still be
active. He doubted however that they would get as much
satisfaction out of using them.

	Having finished his explanation, Jack then proceeded
to seal my nose and ears, and attach the little
suction cups with wires on each side of my nipples and
clitoris. The imaginary baseball bat was to be
included with the torment of  total immobilization
Then he ordered me to bend forward. As I did one of
the women guided my head, while Jack pushed down on my
shoulders, until I felt my neck fitting in a curved
hollow and my forehead rested against something. Right
away the other half of the circle was closed behind my
neck and my head was trapped only inches from the
bottom of the box. More straps were fastened behind my
head, fixing my forehead in place. Someone pushed down
on the small of my back forcing me to arch backward,
and a bar was fitted to keep me in that position. My
belly was pressed against the bar placed there
earlier, and my ass was sticking up. Jack then locked
the snorkel in place in the corner of the box. Since
the mouth piece was firmly attached to my head, this
completed the immobilization of my head and I was left
with my neck severely bent back so that I was looking
out through the face mask and the front of the box.
Each of the two women reached down beside me and
attached a line to each of my nipple rings. As they
then attached lines to each ring my pubic lips, Jack
explained that as the fluid slowly dripped through my
nose tube and into my stomach, an equal amount of
water would be dripped into a weight box. Lines
running through pulleys would apply this weight to my
nipples and pubic lips, pulling them down. My arms
were then attached to the sides of the box but still
up behind my back. Even my fingers were immobilized,
as each one was fitted into its own slot and locked in
place.  

	I was already moaning in pain, from the very
uncomfortable position I was wedged into as Jack added
the final source of torment, the vibrator. He had no
trouble at all inserting it into my vagina, as he
explained to the viewers, since I was already so
aroused I was oozing. Of course he forgot to mention
the load of sperm he had put in there only a little
while earlier. Again Jack apologized to the viewers,
because it would be impossible for me to move when I
received an internal jolt. He explained that the jet
of urine would still be visible, at least until the
level reached that high. Unfortunately the spanking
machine would have to be deactivated and removed when
the urine level reached the point where it would start
to splash.  Having said all that the box with me in it
was hoisted  so that my ass cheeks were positioned for
the spanking machine which was already fastened above.
I was suspended five feet off the floor, and a camera
was positioned underneath to give a worn's eye-view.
Looking out I could clearly see my reflection in the
mirror above the couch. It looked as if I was somehow
floating in mid air in this grotesquely uncomfortable
position. The plastic the box and all the restraints
were made of, was crystal clear and almost invisible.
Jack was careful about how he positioned the lights so
that there was no glare shining into any of the
cameras. I could see in the mirror that the execution
tube was higher than my elbows, which were the highest
part of my body. In fact the top of the escape clause
was also higher than my elbows. Just as Jack said, I
would eventually be totally submerged. I decided that
as soon as I felt my urine reach the top of my ass
cheeks, I would call on the stranger for help.

	Only moments after I was in position, and ready for
my first stimulus, it came. I screamed  as the jet of
urine sprayed out and splashed against the back of the
box and back onto the back of my legs. I cried from
the humiliation as I felt it dribbling down my legs.
Briefly I wondered if the face mask was large enough
to hold all my tears. It was through tear filled eyes
that I watched the two women drape a sheet over the
mirror so that I could no longer see myself. I would
have only my sense of touch to tell me when the level
of the urine had reached my ass cheeks. The imaginary
baseball bat struck many times as did the internal
jolt. It seemed to me that the level was rising very
quickly. This only lasted for the first five minutes
or so. The first viewers were taking advantage of my
very full bladder  and I was given the internal jolt
as quickly as the computer allowed. Once my bladder
was empty, the quantity of urine that shot out with
each jet was reduced and the level seemed to stop
rising.  After that more and more viewers concentrated
their efforts on the spanking machine and the baseball
bat to my clitoris. They enjoyed hearing me scream in
orgasm almost as much as they enjoyed hearing me
scream in pain. The internal jolt was usually saved
for the last few seconds of each control period, to
ensure the largest possible spray of urine.

	My urine collecting in the bottom of the box was
mostly unnoticed my me. The only part in contact with
it at first were my knees. Since my ears were sealed I
couldn't hear the jet splash against the back of the
box or dribble into it. The pain I was feeling from my
cramped leg muscles far exceeded the feeling of
wetness from my knees.  As my arousal soared into the
stratosphere, the urine, and the impending danger it
meant were forgotten. I was in a constant state of
orgasm. For me, this now felt normal. For the last
little part of my life, I spent more time in this
state, then any other. I was going to be in this
situation for a total of five days, and for most of
that time, I would be in a very highly aroused state.
I was like an alcoholic. For him being drunk was
normal. If you didn't know he was an alcoholic you
wouldn't know he was drunk. This was when his mind was
at ease. Being sober for him means hardship and pain.
I was now just like that. I was mentally contented
only when I was in orgasm. I had again reached the
point where every stimulus, whether from the vibrator,
the spanking machine, the internal jolt, the imaginary
baseball bat, or my cramped muscles, directly gave
pleasure to my clitoris. I felt nothing else, and
frankly thought about nothing else. I had again become
that disembodied little organ.  The rest of me ceased
to exist. The little clear plastic box, that confined
me ceased to exist. The entire universe ceased to
exist. The past, present and future ceased to exist. I
seemed to be in orgasm for eternity.

	My sense of sound came crashing into my awareness, so
suddenly that I became aware of my surroundings again.
Since my ears had been sealed, the only sounds I could
hear were my own screams and moans. I was vocalizing
constantly, so that had receded into the back ground
and eventually also went unnoticed. The urine had
reached the level of my ears, and now I was receiving
sound through this new medium. My screams and moans
were much louder. I could also hear the slap of the
spanking machine, and the dribble of each jet of urine
into the pool. The top of the liquid split my vision.
The top quarter was clear. The bottom three quarters
was like looking through apple juice. The mental image
of myself that flashed into my mind just then so
filled me with shame that I wept from the humiliation.
 I was literarily wallowing in my own urine. Almost
all of my head was under, which meant that both my
mouth and nose were under liquid and I instinctively
clinched the mouthpiece tighter. I could feel that my
entire neck, locked within the confining ring was
covered in urine. My nipples and part of my breast
were in it, and constantly being painfully pulled down
deeper.

	I cried until I reached my next orgasm. This one was
close to being the greatest orgasm I had ever had. I
have no recollection of anything for some time after
that, When I was again aware of things, my head was
completely submerged. The sense of danger overtook me
and I almost panicked when I realized the my entire
field of vision was coloured yellow. In only seconds I
realized that the spanking machine was still active.
The urine had not covered my ass cheeks yet, so the
danger was still at a distance. The bulk of my body
took up most of the space in the box, at this level so
the top of the urine was rising fairly fast. I had to
take back some control of my brain. I had to keep
vigil, so as to call for help when my ass cheeks were
under liquid. It was a constant battle, and my
emotions were on an elevator ride. Up, up, up with
each orgasm, then a fight to remain aware. The sudden
drop as I gauged the level of my urine as it crept up
my back toward my ass cheeks. The realization that
they were still high and dry, although the spanking
machine was no longer in use. The rapid climb again as
my arousal took over my entire mind. Up and down. Up
and down. Up and down. 

	Another new sound came crashing into my awareness. A
whirling noise, followed by a popping sound. I don't
know if I imagined it but I felt a slight motion of
the box. I didn't know what it meant, but now I was
even more vigilant, and the elevator rides became more
frequent. During one of the plunges to the bottom, as
I was gauging the level I became aware of the stranger
in my field of vision, sitting on the couch, out of
camera range. Had I unknowingly called for help? I
felt a great feeling of relief. I would be safe now, I
didn't have to keep track of the level. He was here
and he'll watch it for me. I could free my mind and
just soar and enjoy the sensations. I didn't want to
be rescued from my situation. I just didn't want to
have to worry about dying. I realized that he was
holding up a sign.


	"You're safe now. Your viewers have saved you. The
escape clause is open. Blink five times if you
understand."

	I blinked, and blinked, and blinked, and blinked, and
blinked. I understood. He folded up the sign, waved
good bye and disappeared into the shadows. When I saw
him leave I crashed emotionally, but only briefly, as
the sensual overload crowded everything from my brain.
Freed from the concern of impending peril I was
soaring towards the mother of all orgasms. I have no
memory of anything after that until the rattling stick
woke me up.

 

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