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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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"Good evening Sir, welcome to Burning Platform. Here, over the weekend, we will offer you a short, but intensive program of mental and physical relaxation. Once you go through those doors you will be strictly forbidden from speaking. You may decline any activity, but will be invited to leave the house.
Burning Platform refers to a business method by which change is forced by the result of extreme choices. You are, metaphorically, joining an oil rig which is on fire in the middle of the north sea. You may choose to stay on the platform, hoping for rescue, but risking being burned alive, or jump a hundred feet down into the freezing waters and hope to swim to a nearby rescue vessel.
Melissa here, will guide you through to the changing room, where you will undress. You will then be given the clothing for your stay. You will also receive a mask, to ensure anonymity. Wear it at all times.
We offer freedom. How much freedom you wish, is your mental choice."
Melissa was dressed in a skin tight black catsuit, which overed every inch of her body, apart from her face, which was fully hidden behind a white mask. Over that she wore an elaborate purple Venetian mask. She explained that each colour signified a person's role, purple was for staff. He would receive a simple black mask.
She was tall, even without her heels she would have been taller than him. Her figure was stunning, skinny waist, pert boyish bottom and delicious breasts sadly hidden behind the latex.
She showed him to the bathroom, asked him to undress, shower and give all his belongings to her.
"Step one of the burning platform process is to accept your predicament. Come with me. As you are."
Melissa led him next door, a small room barely lit by two small candles. It had heavy black curtains on all sides. She took his right wrist and strapped a velcro band around it, then hooked the attached chain onto a hook in the ceiling. Efficiently she repeated the process with his left. She then knelt and attached a bar between his ankles. He stood, slightly spreadeagled.
"Concentrate on your breathing. Lightly close your mouth, breathe through your nose. Count the same for each inbreath as outbreath, lengthen the breath but stay comfortable. Whenever a thought comes into your head, banish it by concentrating on your breath.
Not a word, remember, not even one.
This is about resignation and emptiness. Abandon yourself. Be empty." Melissa reminded him.
Then she blew out each candle and closed the door.
Blackness.
Silence.
At first he enjoyed the feelings of expectation and arousal. He could feel his cock harden as his imagination went wild. He was vulnerable and naked. It was oddly erotic.
But nothing happened.
Nothing.
The emptiness dampened his erection and solitude took over. He began to breathe aa instructed. His mind and his senses occasionally interrupted with a thought or a hint of a noise, but he dismissed these unwelcome interlopers.
What he could not dismiss was the wet, warmth which enveloped his cock. This was no mirage in the desert, this was real and his cock loved it. Melissa had obviously not left, but had stayed quiet these empty hours. God, she was good. Very, very good. Her tongue licked him from balls to escalating tip, then around his end before she devoured him. Whole. He felt her warm lips touch his tummy and balls as she swallowed him completely. Faster and faster she bobbed up and down his quivering cock. Faster and faster, dragging him helplessly to his inevitable eruption.
He groaned as his cock exploded. From right next to his ear came Melssa's voice. "Silence."
Confusion overtook his joyous release. The mouth, into which he had just orgasmed slipped off his cock.
"Now we must prepare you. You have taken the leap, now you must accept the freezing water as your predecessor has done."
As she spoke a first candle became lit, then a second. He could see a maid retreat and heard the door open, then close again.
Melissa reached down and quickly closed a silver chastity cage around his still sticky cock. She then released his wrists from their restraints and began to pull a maid's dress over him. She had him zipped up in seconds. She then released his ankles and pulled up a pair of black satin panties onto her still befuddled victim.
"Submit to the freezing water, it is your only hope."
"Now you will wait in total silence behind this curtain. You are to remain completely still. On the wall you can see a red light. It will go out soon and I will return with our next guest. You know what happens. When the red light comes on again you will begin to swim in the icy water of freedom, and in so doing, you will cause another to take their first leap if faith."
He, Abby, moved behind the curtain & sat to wait. |
