Focusing back on the clock, 5 minutes went by and the pain kept increasing. Looking at the clock again, 10 minutes had past, and my head felt like it ...as going to split open. The pain got so bad that I passed out.Coming to, I sat up and looking around realized that I was on a couch in a cheap looking hotel room. It was like deja vu, it had to be the damn Agen again. So somehow, I died from whatever was causing the pain in my head.The phone next to the couch rang, I picked up the handset and. I looked down at my little cock, half hard from excitement and halfsoft from nervousness, and I opened the felt bag holding the metal cageand key and I opened the cage, fitting the ring around my balls. It wastoo big. I shook the bag, and more rings fell out. I took the smallerone, and fit it into the device, and tried it. Oh wow, it's tight, butI like it, i need it. "Lock up, whore," I heard the voice in my headsay, and I did. Pushing my - well, it's a clitty now - my clitty intothe metal. Out of these rooms come pleasured moans, pleas for release, shrieks of hedonistic pain, and the thud of paddles and riding crops against soft flesh. In one of these rooms you find yourself held in place like da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man, with your wrists and ankles bound in place. You have been blindfolded and stripped of all your clothes, by two luscious women. One is a tall dark skinned beauty with a thick and curvaceous body. She wears a red velvet mask that accentuates her olive green eyes. She. I heard her get up twice during the night to feed the baby. I remember wondering who the father was.At breakfast the next morning, I gave her the rundown on my daily routine. "After breakfast, I'll be working at my computer for a couple of hours. Around ten I work out down in the basement for an hour and then take my shower. I always write between one and five in the afternoon. You can work around that schedule any way you want to. The vacuum is in the hall closet and the cleaning supplies are.