"As ordered," writes this respectful bottom, "please find below my second story, held as a prelude sesssion with my Master on March 8th, 2007." The first story, obviously, is simply titled "Straitjacketed." Here's the link: http://bobwingate.blogs.com/bondage_stories/2006/12/straitjacketed.html BW
I had been working hard since the very beginning of the new year. Job demands left me little time for a personal life. In spite of this, I had a constant nagging, powerful need for bondage driving my emotional state on a daily basis. Specifically, I wanted to be put into my black leather Straitjacket and tied securely for the day. It seemed as though the colder it got outside, the more I felt the absolute need to be bound completely, trussed up for a number of hours and made to feel uncomfortable, giving up total control to another human being.
Anyone who knows a Montreal winter, knows how cold it can get, and my needs were becoming as strong as the cold. As time passed the need became overwhelming, driving me to distraction and making it nearly impossible for me to concentrate on my work. I couldn't take it any more and I finally contacted my Master in late February to ask for a bondage and discipline session, complete with my Straitjacket. These sessions with my Master always involved my total obedience to Him. I knew what would be demanded of me well in advace of any session with Him. The question was when, when would I have the time to devote an entire day to satisfy the need which grew more fierce with each passing week.
I asked my Master for the honor of an all day bondage session. He knows me well and can easily tell when I need to be under His influence and control. I finally managed to secure a few days off toward the end of March and started preparing physically and mentally for my bondage session at the end of February. The first thing my Master ordered me to do was to cease all sexual activity from the end of February. I already knew this would be part of the price I would have to pay for a session with Him. I foolishly begged Him to let me masturbate at least once per week for the next couple of weeks. His response was firm and unyielding: under no condition was I to pleasure myself.
I managed to refrain for about one week, but then I was really becoming distracted and losing my self control. I called Him back, frantic and asked once again for His permission to cum. He reminded me that it was only the first week of March and if I still wanted to give myself up to His control for a day He couldn't possibly allow me to please myself in any way. Damn, I was becoming desperate and I still had 3 weeks to go before my session with Him.
A few days later I called Him back again and told Him I was in serious trouble as I couldn't possibly wait until the end of March to have an orgasm. I asked Him again if He could grant me permission to cum as I was becoming an absolute wreck. (Even my workmates had noticed a change in my moods. Luckily I was able to convince them that it was due to the stress of my workload).
Again I was refused permission to cum before my scheduled session at the end of the month. However, something had to be done, or I risked disobeying His orders to me. He told me to come over to His house that night after work. I readily agreed and wondered what was in store for me that evening. It might be a strapping, for which I would be bound and gagged, or simply given a strict verbal reprimand about my recent behavior and inappropriate requests. I was fairly certain however that He would still not grant me permission to shoot my load under any circumstances.
I found that day to be particularly difficult, wondering just how much trouble I had gotten myself into by annoying my Master with these pathetic requests for sexual release.
After work I went to His house as ordered. He answered the door dressed in black leather from head to toe. He wore a short sleeved black leather shirt, exposing His muscled arms, as well as tight fitting black leather chaps, with a skimpy black leather jock, outlining a beautiful package, just to tease me. He quickly produced a set of heavy steel handcuffs and locked my wrists behind my back.
I followed Him into His playroom as instructed. Once there He removed my pants and underwear, socks and shoes. Then He locked ankle cuffs around my ankles and padlocked them to the chair legs, pocketing the key. Just for good measure, He opened my shirt and stimulated my sensitive nipples. I moaned softly and He went over to His implements shelf behind me. I knew then that I was going to get more than a severe talking to. Next thing I knew He was stuffing a pump gag into my mouth and locking it behind my head. Then He clamped my nipples with clothespins and placed a leather collar around my neck, buckling it snugly and tying it to the back of the chair. My handcuffs were then chained to the chair back and the chain was brought around to my waist and cinched tight. He gave it one last tug, before the padlock clicked shut.
I was effectively bound and dared not move, as I saw the look in His eyes. He was definitely not pleased with me. He made sure escape was impossible, adjusted my collar and pumped up my gag so that my cheeks were puffed out. As punishment, He tweaked my nipples and twisted the clothespins. I screamed through the gag as the pain shot through my chest, then tried to apologize for the outburst on my part. It came out as a muffled I'm Tho Thorry Thir. He lifted my chin with His hand, smiled at me and lightly slapped my face a few times, then abruptly turned and walked out of the room turning off the light and locking the door on His way out.
I tested my bonds, and felt the handcuffs tightly hugging my wrists. The collar prevented me from moving my upper body as He had tied it to the upper part of the chair back, leaving next to no slack whatsoever. My ankles were securely locked to the chair legs and my tits were already starting to hurt from the twisting of the clothspins. I wondered how long He was going to leave me like this. I was hungry, and my dick was now fully erect, having received no stimulation from Him at all. Now I was even more horny than when I entered His home.
He came back into the room about a half hour later, with a tray of ice cubes. I looked at the tray as He smiled at me. Instantly my facial expression changed as I saw what was in His other hand. He noticed this immediately and spoke softly to me, telling me it was for my own good, how this was going to help me to remain obedient to Him, so He wouldn't have to punish me any further. In His other hand He held a CB 3000 which He would lock on me as soon as He got rid of my stiff erection. He proceeded to rub my cock and balls with the ice a number of times while I moaned loudly, but tried not to cry out as this would anger Him.
After a few minutes my dick shrank to normal size. I say after a few minutes because He teased me by alternating between rubbing my dick with ice, followed by simply rubbing my dick with His bare hands, paying special attention to my cock head. Each time I began to go soft He would stop using the ice and rub my dick and play with the head of my penis. I became so frustrated that I was moving the chair as I tried to hump the air and His hand. My dick started oozing pre-cum which dribbled down onto the chair seat. He made mention of this fact to me, smiling wryly at me all the while.
Fianlly He stopped teasing me and I saw His facial expression change to one of complete authority. He made sure I was now totally soft, dried me off, put some lube inside the CB and on my dick head. He immediately put the plastic cuff around my dick and balls. He knows which cuff number I like (no. 4) to use, however this night He used the number 3 cuff, just that much smaller, making for a tighter fit around my genitals. He knew He had to work fast, as my dick would start to become erect again very quickly. I was still oozing pre-cum slightly, which mixed with the lube He had smeared on my dick. He deftly slid the sleeve of the CB over my dick, lining up the pins with the pinholes on the plastic cuff and used the proper spacers (for this I was grateful). It felt really snug on my cock and balls, especially since He used a cuff one size smaller than I am used to.
Once it was properly installed and he’d checked to make sure my skin wasn't being pinched (by this time I was struggling on the chair as much as I could, partly out of excitement and partly out of sheer frustration) I heard the small padlock click shut. He saw the utter look of despair on my face and smiled at me again. When He smiles at me like that, I know that He is pleased and this makes it a little easier for me to bear. I knew the next few weeks would be anything but easy on me. My cock and balls were now securely imprisoned, with no chance of escape.
He patted me on the head, pumped up my gag again, turned and walked out of the room, turning off the lights and locking the door. This meant He still wasn't ready to release me. I was now very hungry, super horny and getting more frustrated at my predicament. Not to mention the pain I felt in my nipples as I had been bound almost one hour already, having had my nipples clamped as soon as He tied me to the chair. I moaned through my gag and continued struggling. The more I struggled, the hornier I became, it was awful and wonderful at the same time.
A short while later I heard the doorbell ring. I thought to myself, shit, now I am going to be displayed to whoever walks in the door. Next thing I knew, the door to the playroom was unlocked, and in walked my Master with a top friend of His, and a new bottom recruit, already handcuffed with his hands behind his back, gagged and collared. The look on the poor guy's face as he saw me sitting there totally naked, bound to a chair, gagged and collared, with clothespins on my nipples and wearing a CB 3000, was priceless. He was very young, goodlooking (about 19, I guessed) and I understood this to be his first experience. I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his tight bluejeans, so I guessed his genitals had not been locked up, at least not yet. I almost felt sorry for him as I knew my Master and His friend were going to make this a memorable evening for him. Then again, I thought what a lucky bastard he was, too!
They all looked me over like a slave at auction. My Master explained that what I was getting was just a prelude to a bigger bondage session coming up in three weeks, at which point I thought the kid's eyes would pop out of his sockets. Then they turned and walked out of the room, leading the kid out on a leash and leaving me alone and in complete darkness once again. I heard the door lock and my heart sank.
I knew that my Master was punishing me and giving me what I craved at the same time. I was beginning to get really tired of being bound in this position, as my shoulders were becoming sore because of my hands being cuffed behind my back and tied to the chair with the chain going around to my waist and locked there. Every time I moved, my nipples ached from being pinched by the clothespins. My chest was beginning to feel like it was on fire.
I figured they must have gone into the living room to discuss what the new bottom's first session was going to consist of, before putting him through his own ordeal of BDSM. I had no choice but to wait patiently to be released from my bonds, to finally make it home and get through the next three weeks. I would be reminded on a daily basis of my predicament and look forward to my session coming up at the end of the month.
While all this was going through my mind, my concentration was broken by the bottom's muffled screams and I knew they had started on him. I heard the leather strap hit again and again, and I knew they must have him tied naked and spreadeagled to my Master's bed. The bedroom was next to the playroom and I listened to the kid being hit for about 15 minutes I guessed. That kid's ass must have been a nice shade of red by the time they were finished. He screamed with almost every whack of the strap. This kid had a lot to learn about a life of BDSM and he was just beginning to get a taste of it.
Finally the door was unlocked and my Master walked in. He had His keys out and slowly began unlocking the padlocks to my ankle cuffs, then the chain around my waist. He removed the collar from my neck and rubbed my neck gently. The only items left on were the clothespins, the handcuffs and the gag. He warned me how it would hurt when He removed the clothspins and gave me time to prepare myself. He told me I had been wearing them for just under 3 hours.
The searing pain I felt as He quickly removed the first pin from my left nipple, followed by that on the right, made me happy that I was still gagged and cuffed. I screamed through the gag, which He had thoughtfully pumped up one more time before beginning to untie me. My handcuffs prevented me from raising my arms in any way toward him. When the clothespins were off, He allowed me a few minutes to compose myself while still gagged and cuffed. During this time He reminded me that I was to keep the CB 3000 on for the next three weeks, and that He had deliberately chosen the smaller plastic cuff to remind me every minute of every day how I would long for the main event, so to speak. He also told me He had done this for my own protection, as He knew I would not be able to cum during the next three weeks.
He told me that He didn't want to punish me further for now, but that if I dared call Him again, my next bondage session would be postponed for an additional week and He would make it very very difficult for me indeed. I was to read between the lines, and just the look on His face told me to accept my fate. I did not want to piss off this man any more than I had already. I nodded my head and gave Him a humble but muffled apology for bothering Him tonight. I knew everything was o.k. between us as He smiled warmly at me and patted me on the head.
He told me to stand, turned me around and removed the handcuffs. My wrists were sore and red as I rubbed them to ease the pain I had started to feel there as well. My nipples would be sore for the next few days. To further my torment and prove His complete dominance over me, He told me He was not going to keep the padlock key to my CB, but was going to mail it to a friend for safekeeping. He would ask His friend to mail the key back to Him only toward the end of the month, a few days before my scheduled session. This friend lived in Toronto, which meant that the key would be located at least 350 miles from where I lived. There was the added stress of worrying about it getting lost in the mail to and from Montreal, as well as worrying about it arriving in time for my scheduled session. He gave me my clothes so I could dress, and I had to adjust my cock and balls in my underwear before putting on my pants to go home.
I asked about the young man who came in handcuffed and gagged. I was told he was in the bedroom being put through his first session. I knew better than to ask if I could see him, as I didn't want to get into any more bondage scenes tonight. I was too tired, sore and hungry.
I arrived home after a 40 minute drive, gingerly keeping my legs apart wide enough as my balls attempted to get used to being trussed. I wondered how I would sleep each night with the CB 3000 locked snugly around my cock and balls. I knew the nocturnal erections were going to be painful and would only serve to remind me of my submission to my Master. Once home I went straight to bed, not bothering to eat supper. Within the first two hours I was awakened by a terrible pain in my abdomen and balls, and I knew it was going to be a very long 3 week period before I would be freed from my cock and balls prison. How I was supposed to get through this period without cumming, I had no idea.
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Posted by: cb3000 | December 16, 2010 at 07:46 AM