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30 days submission training i experienced (part 11) (FINAL) This will be the final chapter of the 30 days of submission training I experienced journal. The last segment I will talk about was a new experience. Filled with so much that I crawled into my subspace many times. It began when four young ladies picked me up at the train station. They said they were taking me out for a bite. I thought they meant dinner, as in food. I never suspected they meant to bite me. We arrived at this nondescript place. At the door they said table for five. We went to this room. The hallway was dark. I asked where are we. I was told this was a special place. Serving the best. We got to a room. It hit me when I saw the table and the toys. I was pushed in the room. Ordered to strip. As I knelt before them, someone came in and took away my clothes. The four ladies told me they were told to hurt me. They want pictures and videos of you. You want to get married? You need to learn to obey. They examined me and verbally berated me. They strapped me to the table. Then teased and tormented me. At first they played nicely. But the longer they used me, the more they abused me. I don’t like nipple torture. And they made me scream as they twisted, bit and even stuck needles in my nips. They also used CBT on me. I was still locked tight in the spiked chastity cage. But my balls were still exposed. Image your balls busted while your manhood is locked. That will surely destroy any sense of manhood you think you have. At least that is how it was for me. They used sounds on me. I had sounds used on me too many times. When the metal rods get larger and larger, they have made my eyeballs roll in the back of my head. Some pain can be good pain. Some pain can kill. Or at least make me wish I was dead. Then they brought out this electro box. Lots of wires. They taped wires on my fingers. Attached pads with wires to the soles of my feet. They left one of the metal sounds in my cock. They attached alligator clips to the metal sound in my locked cock. Attached pads to my balls. Wires attached to both. They attached alligator clips to the metal chastity cage. Then came the anal plug with wires. I have used electro play before. I have enjoyed it. It gets me wood between my legs. But this was a different feeling this time I watched as one of them plugged in the big box. Then I felt something dancing inside me. The sensations began lite. Then medium. Then I was kicking and screaming while they were laughing. They said they knew I was a masochist. A pain slut. Let’s see what we can do they said. They lit me up like a Christmas tree. I felt if they stuck a light bulb in my mouth. That the light bulb would light up the whole room. They brought me to tears. They were sadists and they admitted it. Someone came in and announced my train tickets were canceled. Said I will stay here until a train comes for me. I had no idea this train ticket was arrange to test me further. I ended up staying for five days. Before the ladies left, I was informed I will remain here until I earn enough to pay for this training. I was put up for rent. Ladies and men came through. My body was offered for their enjoyment. Use and abuse me anyway they want. Just not bad enough to need hospitalization. There are some things I will mention here. I was deprived sleep. The 24/7 I was realIy used, degraded and very much abused. Every second of every minute, of every hour and everyday I was broken over and over again. When they allowed me to leave There was nothing left of me. I have no idea how I walked onto that train. My body was ripped apart. I have never been pushed as far as I was there. And by so many. All in that short time. At least I was sent away with a hefty tip. The rest of the money was used to pay the expenses of the training. I am home now. Looking back at things. Watching videos. Looking at pictures. Wondering how my body or even my mind survived. So as I sit here. I wonder. Did I pass the test? Did I fail? I wonder. |
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