The hot box

[Kristie75]

I was reading the bdsm personals one day and l saw a for sale post that caught my eye. One slightly used hot box machine. $100.  Enquire for more details. I had always wanted one to torment my slaves in. So l emailed and set up a time to come view it.

When l arrived, a kindly looking older women answered the door. Hello dearie, are you here to see the box? she asked. Follow me, she beckoned. Would you like some iced tea first she asked sweetly. Yes please l reply, not noticing the mild tranquilizer she dropped in it.

We walked down a long hallway decorated with paintings and other art. We reached the top of some stairs and headed down. Against a wall, l saw the box with its door open. Inside the box and bolted the floor was a wooden chair adorned with straps and two small holes in the seat. A cock gag dangled from a chain from the ceiling of the box.

As you can see, your slave can be securely fastened to the chair. You can set the timer to intervals of your choosing or you can choose random. The heat comes from the top of the box and goes on and off at those intervals. It takes a little while for it to heat up but when it does, she laughs. There is also a video camera in there in case you want to record or live stream from inside. Her voice is taking on a less gentle tone and her kindly old lady features harden.

I start to get light headed and grab the side of the box to steady myself. Here, let me help you dearie. I didn't notice her guide me to the chair inside the box and sit me down. With my head still spinning l did not feel her fasten the straps around my wrists. She goes back upstairs. My head clears and that is when l notice my wrists are strapped to the arms of the chair. Several other sets of straps still hang from the chair. I try to struggle but the chair is firmly bolted to the floor of the box. I yell out to her.

A few moments later she returns. Ahhh good dearie, you're all better now. You need to be present for this.

What the hell are you doing you old bitch, l scream.

Language! she snaps. She leans forward, grabs my hair and pushes the dangling cock gag in my mouth and fastens it tightly. Next she proceeds strapping my ankles to the chair, then legs, waist and last my chest. Then she bends down and l can't see what she is doing but l start to feel a cold pressure against my anus as she slides in a large, weighted butt plug. Next came a large dildo with a flange on the end to prevent it from falling out. Satisfied with me helplessly strapped to the chair, she starts pressing buttons on the control panel.

Would you like 2,3 or 5 minute intervals she queries. Remember, the heat stays on for as long as it stays off so it it's off for 5, it's on for 5. Or would you prefer random? I am tightly gagged and can't answer and she knows it.

Ok let's spin for it! Then we will spin for how long you will be in here. I suspect your intentions are to lock your own slaves in here so it's only right you know how it feels. She spins a wheel and watches it spin. It starts to slow down and lands on 3. Perfect, not to long or short between intervals. She spins another wheel and it lands on 50. 50 minutes she exclaims as she punches it in.

She turns and shuts the door. It closes softly and she latches it from the outside. I notice on the back of the door is a mirror, a thermometer and a timer. The mirror is double sided so she can see in but l can only stare at my own reflection. She pulls up a chair to watch and presses a few more buttons than the start button. The machine hums to life and l see the timer light up with 3:00 then starts to count down.

When it hits 0 the heater clicks on. The timer goes back to 3:00 and the countdown begins again. I can feel the heat from above and know it won't take long for the box to heat up. Off it goes again. Then on again, the timer re-setting its self. The timer seems to go faster when it's off and slower when it's on. After several intervals the box is warming up quickly and l watch the tempature start to ris rapidly.. Off and on it goes, every 3 minutes. I try and keep track but time slows and l soon can't. The heat is getting unbearable and all l can do is look at my own reflection while the women sits and watches while masturbating her self while l melt before her.

The last few intervals are torture, the tempature still rising, nearing 120 degrees. Just as l am ready to pass out, a buzzzer buzzes and latch to the door releases. She opens the door wide, removes the gag and holds a bottle of water with a straw to my face.

Well what do you think dearie she askes kindly while she starts to unbuckle the straps and remove the plug and dildo.

SOLD! I'll be back with a van tomorrow!