Man what a night I was having, one of those Murphy's law ones. I took the wrong exit, got lost, and my car broke down all within five minutes. I pulled off the main street in whatever town in Conneticut that I managed to get lost in. I needed to use a phone to call someone for help. I left in such a hurry I forgot my cell phone. I went up to the first house that still had their lights on.

I was feeling bad for disturbing these people so late, but I had no other choice. So I knocked on the door rather lightly. I heard a faint voice telling me to come in. As I peeked around the door I saw a woman dressed in all black latex and wearing high heels. I thought it quite odd but she seemed pleasant and greeted me with a friendly smile. I entered the room and closed the door behind me. To my surprise there was another woman seated in a chair she was also dressed in black latex and heels. They were a sight to behold. I told the woman who had greeted me, of my dilemma and much to my surprise she called me Jack and acted very strange. I got a little nervous and repeated myself letting her know once again all I wanted was to use her phone for a moment.

The expression on her face changed suddenly. Then, without warning, she kicked me square in the balls very low and deep. The blow was so hard that it could have been heard in the next room. Instantly it dropped me to my knees. As my focus was now on the pain that she had inflicted so brutally on me, instinctively I tried to get my feet. Just then the woman in the chair charged at me and forcefully held a cloth over my mouth. In my feeble attempt to fight back I was soon brought to the floor by her hands and the chloroform that was soaked into the cloth.

The next thing I remember was feeling something smacking against my chest and legs. I woke in a foggy haze like stage. At first I could not really move and my eyes were very much out of focus. I soon realized that I was not only locked inside a cage but I was stripped naked. They poked at me and prodded me as if I were some kind of zoo animal.

A look of fear came about my face in my bewildered stage. They insisted I was this Jack guy. I told them that I was not him. Then they opened the door and ordered me to the floor.

I wanted to fight and escape but I had very little fight within me. My balls still aching from the brutal kick I endured earlier. I had not yet gathered all my bearings from being forcefully medicated. Of course, at the time my only defense was that maybe they would believe me that I was not this Jack person.

As I was told to get down on the floor on all fours I was wondering just exactly what this Jack did to make them so angry as to kidnap him and treat him so badly. How ironic I thought while knocking on their door, what else could go wrong for me tonight. This was the absolute furthest scenario in my mind. All hope was not lost I thought, maybe this Jack character would show up, or call, or something and then they would realize I was telling the truth.

How could these two lovely women be so sadistic to do what they were about to do me?

I was ordered to stay still as they produced some kind of cross bars. My wrists and ankles were soon bound to them, it was most uncomfortable. They were determined to torture me for whatever Jack did. I am not sure what was used on me but they beat my ass with a number of painful cruel toys. It was not until they said what they each were did I know what these things were called.

They began to interrogate me and I maintained that my name was David but they insisted I was not telling them the truth. My failure to tell them I was Jack was met with much abuse and punishment. It was not long after the beating began that a ball gag was forced into my mouth followed by some red duct tape. I guess it was not until that point that I somehow realized I was in a dungeon. It was not like the type you might see in some bad B movie. No, this was a real dungeon. It was complete with X crosses on the wall and of course a cage as I was already familiar with. As I managed to sneak some views of my surroundings I became more aware of exactly what was in this dungeon. Little by little throughout what was only my first of many nights of torture and bondage did I see more and more gadgets of torture and restraints.

A medieval stockade and a rack used for stretching people out as a way of torture and interrogation both of which I hoped I would not be subjected to. Only time would tell if I were to be the next victims of pain.

Up to this point in my life I had only heard of dominatrix now I was at the mercy of two of them. My fate, my life was literally in their hands.

My nipples and my balls were mercilessly pinched and squeezed. Agonizing pain filled my upper body as I tried to plea with them but the words were muffled by the ball gag that had been shoved in my mouth. To use the word scared would have been an understatement.

I had no idea who they were, or what was really going on here. It was not until they addressed one another by names would I know what to later call them. Of course, they did not use their real names. The taller one that kicked me was called Maitresse S. the other latex clad domme was called Empress M. They pinched and slapped me and informed me I would be there for a few days.

After abusing me for a while and totally convinced I was Jack, they set me free from the bonds of the metal cross which kept me quite close to the floor.

My arms were finally free of the bar and Empress M stood on top of me as if I were a carpet. Maitresse S. used a crop on me while I was stepped on and made to smell Empress M's feet. Her feet were all over me. I was scratched with fingernails dug into my legs and forced to hold my breath as my mouth and nose were covered. Lucky for me, I was not made to hold my breath for too long. My total recall of the night might be a little off as I remember what they did to me I am not sure what happened first or what order things happened.

At one point Empress took off her stockings and shoved them into my mouth. As I lay there in that predicament Maitresse shoved the stockings further into my mouth with her fingers. I endured more CBT. Empress and Maitresse forced me to preform ass worship on Empress M. Kiss it and lick where their words to me. I backed off for just a second and Maitresse yelled at me to lick it in a very strict voice. As I did this I got excited but I thought if I showed any excitement they would punish me for it. Some people can't figure out why others would enjoy such a thing, as for me I am an ass man anyway. I always love a cute ass. Her scent was sweet and although I tried to portray it as torture I did enjoy myself. It is funny to me that in the midst of being captured and held prisoner and beaten I was able to become aroused by something like this.

It was all so confusing to me I was having thoughts I never knew could exist. The beating and torture continued with alligator clips were put onto my balls and I was made to count to thirty until they were removed. Heels and crops played a role in my cock and ball torture also. I remember at one point I was made to stand as Empress attached a parachute to my balls and Maitresse S. held them in place. Weights were attached to the parachute and my ass was beat as I was told not to move. I did not move but one of the weights fell and I was punished for it just the same. I remember saying in quick desperation several times that I did not move. It did not matter at all what I said at this point.

I was tickled and scratched and forced to hold my breath as Maitresse S. sat full down on my face. I gasped for air as the moistness from her helped to create a natural gag. I don't think that between the ass worship and the face sitting that they were trying to arouse me but they both did. I tasted them both. Again I held it inside of me as it were more punishment instead of letting them know I derived pleasure from it. The scent lingered in my mind and on my face as well all the night long.

The clips were off and the bonds were gone, well no longer secured to anything but restraints were still on my wrists and ankles.

Empress put the ball gag back in my mouth and put tape over it. Maitresse S. pinched my nose closed which also began to arouse me. I just stayed there on all fours as she did this to me. Then, Empress got into the act as she got on top of me and choked me with something while Maitresse continued to hold my nose closed.

I was then kicked back and forth by the two of them and told not to fall or else I would receive more of the same. I thought for sure I would fall to the floor. When Empress kicked me, they landed three and four in a row in the same place right where the very top of your leg meets your ass. Maitresse kicked me as though she was trying to kick me clear into tomorrow. One after another and blow after blow there was no choice but to take what they gave me in full force.

Shortly after this unforgettable event they both got on me and rode me as they shook me around. I did not move forward or backward as I would have most likely fallen to the floor. There was no telling what punishment I would endure had I dropped them. Thankfully I was soon dismounted.

I do know every event that occured that night but my recall of the sequence may be off as the pain I was being put through took over all my thoughts except for a few. When would they let me go? Will they ever let me go?

My nipples again were tortured by Empress as the Maitresse dug and scratched her red nails into my back. Which hurt worse was not really a question to be answered. I do remember at some point the pain was so bad that I began to laugh.

At some point in my torturous evening the Empress had left the room. It was my hope that while she gone she would somehow find out I was not this Jack they thought they had captured and kidapped. Maitresse continued to inflict torture on me while the other dominatrix had left mometarily.

My balls again were attacked by her squeezing and pinching them and then pulling me around by them as I was soon dancing in circles on my tip toes. Some time during the evening after I was rode like a horse my wrists were bound upon my shoulders by a metal rod and leather cuffs.

To my dismay, Jack has not yet shown himself or called. Still convinced I am Jack tomorrow night will be one week since my abduction. I am sitting her in a playroom upstairs with only my recollection in typing this. They have the whole thing on tape and I have been told if it is not told accurately by me I will be punished for it.

Empress M. has put clothespins on my cock and balls and secured them together. When I am finished with the story she will remove them.

Let me tell you this there is a whole lot more to tell but this has been all that I am allowed to share so far.

If you can handle seeing some one kept and turned into a pain slut then stick around the rest is yet to come.

You should see how I am forced to eat and sleep. It will send shivers down your spine and I should know.

So much for being kept for only a few days.