The enslavement of ding-dong: Chapter 5

The slave storage closet is a convenient out-of-the-way place to put the ding-dong when not in use. It is essentially a narrow broom closet about 30 inches wide x 40 inches deep. The slave is rolled into it on a highchair with locking wheels. The interior space is just enough to accommodate the footprint of the highchair inside with a door that locks behind it from the outside with a deadbolt. Sanjay sits in the highchair facing the back wall of the closet. His wrists are locked into stocks on either side of his hips. Belts go around his chest and stomach to keep him upright against a vertical back support. His head is trapped in a stock fitted to his neck. A wide thick posture collar above the neck hole of the stock holds his head and chin fixed high and upright facing forward. His feet are also locked in stocks.

He is required to stay alert looking at the wall. A tall white board is mounted on the wall. He must scan the board with his eyes and read the writing on the board continuously. A video camera in the closet monitors his face and eye movements.

The white board currently reads something like this:

DING-DONG DISOBEDIENCE (Punishment Time)

#1. Does not gobble its dogfood with joy (1 hr)

#2. Does not lick its dog bowl clean (1 hr)

#3. Scraped M’s cock with tooth (3 hrs)

…

#15. Fails to stifle orgasm before M finishes (1 hr)

#16. Does not cherish M’s load in its ass (3 hrs)

…

#22. Didn’t clean/polish its penis bells (1 hr)

#23. Brushed against chair when allowed upstairs (1 hr)

Total Time: 31 hrs

The lettering is small, because the slave screws up a lot and requires frequent punishment. Sanjay casts his eyes several feet above his head to read the top line.

Does not gobble its dogfood with joy: The taste of that dog foods disgusts him. He has had difficulty learning to gobble, which is a way of eating. He does not do it joyfully nor clean his plate.

When his eyes scan to the bottom line, he is looking down about chest level. He cannot move his head much or look down farther, because of the posture collar.

The intent of this board is that the slave should spend all its free time reviewing and thinking about its shortcomings, its failures, and even its occasional deliberate disobedience. It should take every item on the list seriously. It should convince itself and fully understand why Master is right and it is wrong. It should review why exactly is it screwing up, and how can it do better and be better. The slave should also internalize and accept that it basically sucks at everything. It will never be good enough, and its attempts to be good enough will always be just as pathetic as its past performance. It should develop a deep appreciation for Master’s patience with it after doing this for a long time. It should know that it can never avoid punishment and can never clear the board. Its increasingly desperate attempts to clear the board will paradoxically make the board bigger with more lines and finer print. It must learn to welcome punishment and crave punishments. This is the meaning of the board. This is the way.

In the beginning, Master would do random spot checks on him to confirm if he was awake and reading his board. The ding-dong often disregarded instructions and looked away or closed its eyes for a variety of reasons. It was in physical pain or sleepy or confused or in mental turmoil or defiant or just absent-minded. The slave was punished often and eventually learned. The boy was broken and its will was extinguished; so, it mainly followed instructions. Spot checks revealed occasional lapses. Darius often checked in on his phone app from work, and he found to his satisfaction that the thing really is safe in the closet scanning its board – hour after hour, day after day.

Darius is an anesthesiologist at a local trauma center. He typically works a 12 hour shift and sometimes goes in odd hours on weekends and nights. It is important to him to have the slave safely locked up for these long periods while he is away and also have it laboring fully occupied there.

But, a slave always finds any possible way to shirk its appointed labors. Even good slaves do this – because they are wrong-headed and cannot help themselves. Sometimes, the lazy ding-dong would be scanning the board with its eyes even though its mind had drifted off elsewhere. Darius eventually realized that this was happening. The slave was appearing to read the board but without comprehension. It entertained itself with its own private thoughts instead.

This problem was fixed with a technological solution. The video camera feed can now be processed by an AI with a vision recognition system. The vision system can recognize faces, and it can also recognize what the faces are doing. Darius set up a vision recognition system to monitor ding-dong. He had to teach it to recognize ding-dong’s face inside a posture collar with ball-gagged mouth, ears concealed under headphones, no eyebrows, and a nasal inhaler over its nose. It could then recognize ding-dong’s eye movements and tell if they were really reading.

Sanjay now struggles to comply with the new vision system, which cannot be cheated by thinking other things while pretending to scan the board. He must read and keep his attention fixed on it. He is very tired and very horny because he spent all night trying unsuccessfully to orgasm instead of sleeping. He is distressed and suffering because he remembers himself again, and his will has reawakened. The more intense the will, the more glaring the crisis of its conflict, and hence the greater the suffering.

Why did he confess to everything he’d worked to get away with? He could have played dumb and said nothing. Sanjay is confused and doesn’t know why he acted that way. He tries to review what happened and understand it, but …

WWAAHHHOOAANGGGG! WWAAHHHOOAAANGGG!

WWAAHHHHHOOAANGG!

There is a maddening menacing skull-rattling foghorn sound playing in his earphones. It sounds exactly like the foghorn that drove Robert Pattinson insane in the movie, “The Lighthouse.” The closet outside of Sanjay’s ears is silent, but the foghorn is a sonic stun gun in his head and makes his teeth vibrate. The sound is immediately followed by a mild electric shock through the slave’s testicles, which makes him convulsively jump in the highchair.

He cannot complete his thought. The AI forces him to read the wall and think about his misdeeds.

Pleasures itself by tapping feet: He had got in a habit of tapping his toes on the floor in the stocks like the penguin in “Happy Feet!” It distracted him a little from the mental anguish of the forced perpetual reading. He could read the board and do the penguin dance too. Master noticed this and made him stop. Master forbids any kind of self-pleasuring. It awakens the will. A slave gives pleasure to its Master and takes none for itself.

But Sanjay couldn’t just stare at the wall anymore. He wanted to cum like never before and couldn’t just stop wanting it now. He has to get ….

BBBBBBBZZZZZZZZ!

What? There is a short intense vibration in his butthole. He is sitting on a medium-sized butt-plug mounted in the seat of the high-chair. This vibration announces the start of a butthole training test. He must demonstrate how well he’s learned to control his butthole. He failed this test recently.

He has to squeeze his hole down tightly on the base of the plug and count 60 seconds in his head

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ,

– and also remember to keep reading.

Next line - does not ring the cow bell correctly:

So, there’s a cow bell hanging from my balls now. It’s new. I don’t play it correctly.

15, 16 17, …

I have to find a way to move my hips in a wave motion that makes it chime differently.

32, 33, 34, …

…in counterpoint to the penis bells, Master said.

48, 49 …

Sanjay has to keep squeezing the plug tight as he can with his hole. His hole is sore from last night.

59, 60!

He now has to relax his hole completely while counting in his head for another 60 seconds. Meanwhile the butt plug inflates in his ass slightly. His hole will need to dilate.

In the next cycle he again must grip the plug tightly with his hole for a minute. When he relaxes again, the plug expands again. He feels increasingly full, and the plug base stretches his hole incrementally wider. His natural inclination is to resist the stretching and fullness by tightening his hole, but he cannot. It takes thirty squeeze-and-relax cycles in one hour to pass the test. But, he always fails after a half hour by squeezing when he should relax.

Suddenly, he got an idea! It was a clever devious idea - the kind a ding-dong should not have.

“I could just sit here following the program, or … what if I bounce up and down on the inflating butt plug?”

He had to be very smart and strategic now – bringing his A game. First off, do not overthink it! He must keep reading the board, because the first instance his balls get shocked again, he will not be able to stop himself from contracting his asshole. End game right away!

Next line - didn’t lick its sweat off the floor after Wheel session: He did honestly try to lick all his sweat off the floor after the punishment session on the Wheel of Pain. He was feeling very dizzy and fainted. Master scooped him up off the floor and cleaned it himself. Master certainly did not lick it up. He would have used a washcloth, which is more efficient anyway.

…, 58, 59, 60.

He relaxes his hole. The butt plug expands a little wider. Sanjay experiments, pushing with his feet and legs to bounce his butt up and down while counting, not clenching his hole, and continuing to read.

The Wheel of Pain is the circular rotating torture device which was devised to satisfy the ding-dong’s deep craving for punishment and torment. Imagine an industrial motorized ceiling fan with no fan. There is a rotating post. The ding-dong is hitched to the post with five painful bungee cord clamps on its nasal septum, tits and testicles. It is force-fed large quantities of piss water or used enema water to bloat its stomach out. The turning of the post forces it to run around a tight circle on a running track. Often, the Master whips it as it runs around, makes it prance with its knees as high as its navel, and otherwise torments it while forcing it to run for hours at a time – ever increasing the speed of the rotation by turning a dimmer switch on the wall.

…, 58, 59, 60.

He relaxes the hole again. The butt plug expands again, he begins to feel full. His asshole is stretching uncomfortably now. He has to really try now to let it stretch and not resist. He tries again now to bounce up and down on the plug. He can’t get the same range of motion that Master achieves. His stomach and chest are strapped to the chair with belts.

He fainted because the punishment room is heated to hot yoga temperatures – about 105°F and 40% RH. The slave sweats profusely. Its distended belly heaves and makes it feel ill. It pisses it itself going all around the circular track and must keep prancing its naked feet through the puddles. It falters and slips and painfully yanks its balls, tits, and nose. It can do nothing for itself but watch the countdown lock, wondering how many hours of this it will be forced to endure today.

…, 58, 59, 60.

He relaxes again. The butt plug expands again. He tries again to bounce on it. He can raise himself a couple inches above the seat. His relaxed hole can travel up and down that far. It’s an achievement, but he’s out of time and needs to squeeze again.

Sometimes, the Master adds other elements to make it more interesting. The slave may be forced to jump over hurdles and duck under obstacles. It may be blindfolded so it can only tell where to go by feeling the pull of the cords on its body. It may be required to squat and walk like a duck. It may be hitched with its ass to the pole and required to run for hours backwards in a circle with its balls yanked backward between its legs. If it cannot stand on its feet anymore, it may be permitted to bear crawl on hands and feet. It is expected to pump its hips and ring its penis while crawling.

Squeezing the plug with his ass begins to get painful, but he realizes he probably needs to go a lot further to get the stimulation he needs from the plug. He tries again on the next cycle: Nothing. Next cycle: No luck.

He is sweating and starting to get tired. His asshole is really stretched now and hurting, but he is determined not to squeeze it.

Next line - didn’t polish bells: Master gave ding-dong a toothbrush, metal polishing compound, and cloth. He told it to go in the corner and polish its penis bells to make them shine and dazzle with brilliance. He said that he could not possibly bring it upstairs into the living space of the house with it looking so dirty. It was an unusual instruction. Ding-dong was never allowed to touch the slave penis. The slave applied polishing compound to the toothbrush and started on the three walnut-sized bells stapled to the penis head. Each one of them is bigger than the dickhead itself so, there was a lot of area to cover.

The ding-dong was diligent and careful to clean the hardware only. But, the idea of polishing the slave penis suddenly began to make it feel weird in its stomach and in its balls. It got hard in an instant. The penis alarm started blaring. That’s why it didn’t finish polishing its penis bells for Master. Slave is only allowed to harden its slave penis when Master is fucking it.

Sanjay releases his asshole from tightly squeezing the plug again. The plug is more fully extended inside him and much wider at the base. His hole is stretched painfully wide, and it hurts to contract his hyperextended muscle tissue to squeeze now on it now. He is sweating, and his breathing is shallow, because it hurts to expand his diaphragm. He has another 60 seconds now to bounce up and down on it trying to cum.

He painfully raises and lowers his hips on the plug. He tries to change the angle and hit the spot. He feels something. Its starting to work! There is enough pressure and movement to rub on his prostate! He starts to get a queasy sensation in his testicles and in his stomach. He starts to gasp and tremble. Oh God! He is so close!

WWAAHHOOAANGG! WWAAHHOOAANGG!

WWAAHHOOAANGG!

The maddening foghorn defeats him! It is immediately followed by another shock to his balls. He convulsively jumps and squeezes the buttplug when he ought to relax. He failed the test again. The plug immediately begins to deflate. It never loved him. He is still right on the edge but the source of stimulation is gone. He quivers and tremors in the chair. Access denied.

WWAAHHOOAANGG! WWAAHHOOAANGG!

WWAAHHOOAANGG!

The pitiless maddening foghorn continues to assault him. The AI continues to electrocute his balls, because he is not performing his task. He hollers into his ball-gag in anger.

“MMNNNNNUUUUGGPPPFFF!”

He resumes his task:

Aims face in wrong direction when allowed upstairs: Master allowed his ding-dong to come upstairs into the living area of the house. This was a completely new experience for it - like entering another world. There was a window. Ding-dong could not resist looking. There was a brick wall and a tree outside. But, it was afraid that looking might be wrong. It is wrong. The ding-dong chose on its own to face a wall and look at the floor before Master even told it to. Master called it a good little faggot but, then he wrote it down on the board anyway as a disobedience.

Why couldn’t he just appreciate me for doing the right thing on my own? That wasn’t fair. He treats me like shit all the time. He keeps me locked in a tiny broom closet in the basement, and I never see outside. Hot tears of horny frustration roll down Sanjay’s eyes. He blinks them away to keep reading his board. But, his eyes keep brimming with water. He can’t see.

WWAAHHOOAANGG! WWAAHHOOAANGG!

WWAAHHOOAANGG!

He has no hope anymore he will ever make himself cum. He’s got to wait for another butthole training test to begin, and they happen at random. There is no way to predict, but you don’t get two in the same day! He cannot finish. There is no way he can satisfy himself. He feels terrible now. He is trying so hard to give himself just this little bit of pleasure out of life, and the more he tries, the more it hurts.

Granted, his slave-penis won’t ejaculate and shoot it out, because it doesn’t work right anymore, but if he could have even just … felt that way again internally and dribbled some milk out – it would have been something. Damn!

Back to the wall again:

Brushed against carpet: Once per week Master gives the slave a sponge bath, runs over it with an electric razor, and supervises the cleaning of its butthole. This makes the slave clean enough for fucking or for the storage closet but nowhere else. It is allowed to come upstairs into the main living area on rare occasions. It has to learn to be more careful to avoid any contact with Master’s furnishings. It may stand with its naked feet in a corner on uncarpeted floor for the purpose of ringing its slave penis to entertain him. That is its only reason to be there. No part of its body other than feet should ever touch anything in the living space. The slave carelessly brushed against a chair one time. On another occasion it walked over the corner of a rug on its way to another corner of a room.

So, why did I confess to pleasuring myself when I could have gotten away with it? It’s as if I deliberately defeated myself. He’s going to punish me and put me through hell! I don’t want that.

Do I want that?

WWAAHHOOAANGG! WWAAHHOOAANGG!

WWAAHHOOAANGG!

* * * *

Darius felt very unsettled about what happened this morning. The surprising actions of ding-dong did not anger him. It was a mistake on his part to misjudge the slave. He saw it as a failure of mastery for which he is responsible. He isn’t sure what to do now about it. His ding-dong is speaking, wanting things, and having ideas it burns to discuss with him.

He can’t just punish it more than he already does. Something else needs to be done. He has to come to an understanding with it.

Darius checks in remotely that the slave is secure and safe in the closet. He is concerned about what he sees:

FAULT! Eyes not tracking! Ball shock given.

HOLE TRAINING TEST STARTED

Unusual movement detected.

…

FAULT! Eyes not tracking! Ball shock given.

HOLE TRAINING TEST FAILED

FAULT! Eyes not tracking! Ball shock given.

Unusual sound detected.

FAULT! Eyes not tracking! Ball shock given.

…

There’s a lot of weird stuff going on.

He doesn’t have time for this, but he decides he must call in. He is on his lunch break.

“Ding-dong, this is your Master speaking. Do you hear me?”

“Nngguh!”

“I’m concerned because I am seeing a lot of alarms and faults. I’m not sure if the AI is working properly. Close your eyes. I want to test it.

“Nngguh?”

The ding-dong obeyed and closed it eyes reluctantly.

WWAAHHOOAANGG! WWAAHHOOAANGG!

WWAAHHOOAANGG!

FAULT! Eyes not tracking! Ball shock given.

“OK. Good news, slave. The AI is working! It is detecting your bad behavior correctly. It is giving you the mild ball shocks to make you good again. It is sending your FAULT notice to my phone! This is excellent! I love this technology!

“Nngguh!”

“I know, it’s so impressive!”

“So, you’re what’s defective. I don’t know what’s gotten into you. I don’t have time to get under the hood right now. But, I want to tell you I’m sorry. I take full responsibility for … whatever it is. I suck. I’m a bad Master. I know I don’t tell you often enough, but I love your hole. I really regret that I couldn’t pump a load in you this morning, because of your … mental breakdown, whatever.”

Darius paused to take a breath. He realized he was in uncharted waters. He was opening up emotionally with the slave, like he had never before.

“Uhm … yeah … so … I mean that sincerely. … honestly, from the bottom of my heart…. great little hole. We’ll make it right, OK? … OK?

“Nngguh”

“OK. We’ll fix it. I promise you. Things are going to be different. I’m thinking about putting rings in your tits.”

“I know you are hurting … so, I will sedate you now. I’m turning on the nitro gas remotely and I want you to start breathing deeply through your nasal inhaler.”

Darius can see his ding-dong inhaling on the video monitor. “Good. Good. That’s my goofy faggot. Gonna ring those tits and make you behave.”

“I’m not giving you enough to knock you out – just enough to calm you down and make you loopy. You have a lot of behavioral issues; so, I don’t want you sleeping right now. It’s more important than ever that you study your disobedience board. And, there’s way more things need to go up there now.”

“And … OK … let me see where is that setting? … Yes, found it! Close your eyes for me again.”

The slave closed its eyes again.

WWAAHHOOAANGG! WWAAHHOOAANGG!

WWAAHHOOAANGG!

FAULT! Eyes not tracking! High intensity combination ball-penis shock given.

“MMNNUUGPPPFFF!!, WWWTT FFFKKK?”

The slave’s penis and balls were both electrified this time with a painful high intensity shock, which he had never experienced before.

“Good! I updated the AI security settings. So, I know you are struggling today. I want to help you though this and support you and give you what you need. Right now…, I think you need high-level electric shocks in your balls AND penis. I think that will help you get right in your head again. At least I hope so.”

“Nngguh???”

FAULT! Unusual sound detected! High intensity combination ball-penis shock given. The slave convulsed painfully again. This was very painful! – not like the moderate surprise jolts to his balls before.

“The new AI setting will automatically discipline you for making ANY noises or unusual movements, so no more yelling or humping your butt-plug. I’m fully inflating your butt-plug now so that you will be more securely anchored in the seat.”

“Slave, are you fully inflated yet?”

“npf”

“What? Speak up.”

“Nngguh”

FAULT! Unusual sound detected! High intensity combination ball-penis shock given.

“OK. Now. I want you to be a good ding-dong for the rest of the day and stare at your wall. No more nonsense out of you. The gas will make you high and put you in a better mood. If you get a little distracted or foggy in the head, the beefed-up AI will get you back on track. I’ll see you tonight and I promise we will fix what’s wrong with you. Gotta go. Be good. Bye.”

* * * *

The nitro gas caused Sanjay to feel euphoric and high. His abdomen was inflated to the size of a pregnant woman. His asshole was stretched 3 inches wide by the base of the fully inflated butt plug. The tremendous pressure of the plug on his prostate made him sexually excited again.

He pushed with his feet and tried yet again to move up and down on the plug, but he could hardly move on it because it was too wide now. The AI responded to unusual movements of his feet and legs by shocking his penis and balls again.

The new shocks now electrified his groin. They were disabling and extremely painful. Repeated electrocutions of his flesh forced him to sit completely still now, even though his prostrate throbbed hard against the buttplug, making him feel again extremely horny. The desire to get over the edge and give himself an orgasm was overwhelming in him because he was denied it.

He knew now he would always be denied it.

The slave tried its best to get on task and stare at the wall. It tried to read there about its errors and bad judgments and lazy disregard. It tried. Its comprehension wasn’t good. The nitro gas made it loopy. It faded in an out. It endured frequent painful shocks that forced it to refocus and look again. It saw individual words and fragments: failed … half-assed … makes noise … doesn’t lick … doesn’t squat …doesn’t cherish … doesn’t inhale …

The slave continued in this manner all day into the night. It was inflated like a balloon. It had to fight against its balloon pressure to inhale small sips of air to breathe. It became dizzy and drowsy. It received many painful high intensity electric shocks in its genitals during the long day and night to keep it behaving. The shocks made it tremble and convulse. It got a terrible queasy feeling in its balls and stomach. It became confused in its head if these were electrocutions or painful forced orgasms. It began to dread and crave the painful shocks. Its prostate throbbed against the buttplug always. The painful forced electric pseudo-orgasms never relieved its desperate horniness.

So, everything was going well again after Master’s intervention.

The ding-dong can’t complete its thoughts; so, It never finds an answer about why it sabotaged its own efforts by confessing wrongdoing to its clueless Master. It deliberately brought on more punishment and torment for itself – the opposite of what Sanjay claimed to want.

The slave can’t understand it, but it doesn’t need to. The ding-dong wonders stupidly if the rings on its tits will have bells.