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Phineas peered out of his cell window, somewhat furtively, as he didn't want Miss Olene to accuse him of skylarking and wasting time in his cell. He had his computer work to do, and she'd also ordered him to write 1,000 times in his cell "I am a biological waste of Miss Olene's time". But there she was! There was his beloved Miss Olene, walking back from Baskin Robbins with her new young friend, Morse, the Asian fellow. They were really enjoying their ice cream cones, and holding hands.
Phineas sighed. It had been a long time since he'd been out for an ice cream cone. Actually all he was allowed to eat was Nutraloaf, a vegetable and bread filled tasteless thing that they served prisoners on Death Row. Miss Olene had heard the recipie on National Public Radio, and she'd kept Phineas on it eight years now. He, of course was a gourmet cook for his Mistress,but other than tasting to ensure quality, he had never eaten his gourmet meals.
After a decade, Phineas was still living with Olene, though ih a remote part of the house. His house, his name was on the deed,but it was really Olene's place. He'd been with his Princess since her sophomore year of college. He'd always been on the "room plan" --restricted to his room except for chores and work.
But in recent years Olene had commissioned an architect and contractors, at Phineas's expense, of course to construct a real 6 X 9 by 9.5 foot high cell of concrete and steel--no rugs, just a small cot, a chair and a table, toilet, sink and a laptop, as Phineas telecommuted now, only going to the office once a month for meetings.
There was a large brass ring up high on one of the walls, and sometimes Olene would cuff Phineas's wrists to the wring, forcing him to stand on his tippie toes for hours at a time. It was, as she put it "A restriction within a restriction". There was also a smaller grated hole in the lower wall called the "Pocket" and Olene sometimes shoved Phineas into the Pocket and locked the small grate and leave the poor claustrophobic slave there for an hour or two...or sometimes five!
As there was only one tiny window on one side of the basement cell, Olene also had the option of turning off all the lights and shutting the iron window porthole so Phineas was kept in darkness. This was not a frequent punishment, but it was always there!
Phineas was kept nearly naked except for his MoodJock, an interesting invention that Olene had purchased from the PainCafe's Dungeonopolis gift shop. The MoodJock was a jock-strap shaped cup that fitted over Phineas's penis and testicles. It was an electronic device that shifted into different sensations.
Sometimes it provided a silky, stimulating feeling that made Phineas's cock aroused and very excited...but then it would go into Hell Mode, and a hundred spikes would be shot from within, and stab Phineas's cock and balls, sometimes to the point that he fell down in acute agony.
Sometimes the Moodjock would become very hot, nearly burning Phineas's genitals, and other times it would be icy cold, and Phineas's cock and balls would shrink incredibly.. Each sensation lasted about ten minutes at a time...and Phineas was never at peace.
Although there was no lock on Phineas's cell door, there was a red seal, and Olene knew when Phineas had left the cell as the seal would be broken, which he was allowed to do for three hours in the morning to clean the house and make Olene's breakfast.
21 hours a day though, Phineas was in his cell. And when he was in the house, doing his chores, usually no one was there...Olene visited Phineas in his cell, and that was only three times a week, as she felt that Phineas didn't deserve the reward of seeing her daily.
When Olene did visit Phineas, it was quite thrilling,but sometimes painful as well. If Olene was in a particularly foul mood, she would chain Phineas's wrists to the wall ring, pull off his Mood Jock and cane his cock, testicles, and buttocks for twenty to thirty minutes.
Other times, she might bind Phineas to his cot and give him long,but ultimately unsatisfying teases. Phineas was allowed two orgasms a year, on Christmas and his birthday, and otherwise, he was milked every six weeks from the rear to reduce pressure on his prostate. Olene often rode Phineas's face, though...and he would bring her to five or ten orgasms in a four hour visit!
Olene also invited other Dominants, male and female to visit Phineas in his cell, to punish him torture him, or make use of his mouth and anus. Phineas, who was as heterosexual as they come, had learned to suck dick better than a Manhattan hairdresser, and he was always ready to be of service, even when it made him somewhat ill.
Twice a week Olene, who was in addition to her real estate skills,a certified Fitness Instructor would, with the help of her whip and cane, put Phineas through Step Aerobics, Jumping Jacks, jogging in place and even break dancing...it was good for his heart and even better for his attitude.
Some would say that Phineas had a difficult life, but he was actually quite content as Miss Olene's total prisoner. When he was young, Phineas had been quite the rich young playboy,he'd gone through bimbos like butter, not to mention golfing, windsurfing, kayacking, flying his own jet, and and it had been lots of fun, but he'd always felt like he had a hole in his chest--filled with anger, loneliness fear and resentments. There was something hollow in always getting your own way, it seemed.
Between twenty-five and forty, Phineas had tried doing a monthly BDSM session with paid dommes...and that had been good, but he always knew that there was something phony in resuming your real life after leaving...in the ten years between forty and fifty, Phineas had experimented with dating a variety of dominant women.
Lexi had advertised herself in the paper as a "pouting domina" who wanted to be spoiled by a rich man. Phineas had spent eighteen months courting Lexi, who was indeed beautiful and quite spoiled. She was tall, ash blonde and curvy, but with an evil temper! Sometimes, if Phineas told Lexi he couldn't take her to a certain club, or buy her a certain dress at a certain time...Lexi would bind him hand and foot and drive steel knitting needles through his glans, and then bat them back and forth with a carpet beater.
Maeve, a truculent brunette had the temerity to take Phineas's pants down and whip his bare buttocks at his sister's wedding just because he burped after his third glass of champagne! Aldeline had given poor Phineas a case of trench mouth after a rather pungent golden shower, and Euphemie had somehow confused BDSM with Satanism, and had been hard pressed not to crucify Phineas on an altar!
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