At last, the day of my bondage session had arrived, I was packed and ready to go early in the morning of March 30th. March had been a difficult month for me. I had foolishly annoyed my Master with my pathetic requests for permission to masturbate, which of course were always refused. This was one of his cardinal rules: under no circumstances were any of his slaves to find any sexual release for usually up to one month before a session with Him. Breaking this rule had its own severe consequences. I had broken that rule once before and paid the price. That was why I telephoned Him on a couple of ocassions to request specific permission to cum once our date had been set. I explained about the difficulties I was having at work, about my stress level and the anxiety I was experiencing. All to no avail. He would not budge on this point. I simply had to abstain from cumming until March 30th, or else. I had so annoyed Him that he had ordered me to his home about 3 weeks before my actual session. That night I was tied to a chair, naked and gagged, for three hours while He administered nipple pain with clothespins on my tits, gave me a stern lecture about His rules and regulations concerning any possible session with Him, and had a CB3000 locked onto my cock and balls. I knew then that I had come perilously close to having the bondage session cancelled or worse, postponed (while still not being allowed to cum).
I decided that it would be in my best interest to obey Him now since it was I that had called Him to beg for an all day bondage session. I did that of my own free will, He did not order me to undergo such a session. So as a form of punishment as well as a safety measure, I was now locked up in a CB3000. Worse, the keys were mailed to Toronto by my Master, to a friend of His, and I still had more than three weeks to go before my session. I had already abstained from cumming since the end of February. That night, after I arrived home, I tossed and turned in bed, not getting much sleep. I had to adjust to the CB and put up with the additional pain of the nocturnal erections or at least, my cock's useless attempted nocturnal erections. My nipples were very sore after having been clamped by Him for 3 hours. From time to time during this three hour session, He would twist the clothespins on my nipples, causing me to cry out through the pump gag stuffed deeply into my mouth and strapped tightly around the back of my head. I promised myself I would not cry, but the pain was intense. In the end, just a tear or two rolled down my cheeks, which did not go unnoticed by Him. He wiped away my tears with his hand gently on my cheek, turned my head up towards him by placing his hand under my chin and smiled at me. Damn, I thought, why and how does He have the power to do that? To make another human being suffer pain, and make them feel so good inside, all at the same time.
The passage of time from that night on seemed very slow indeed. I was constantly in a state of horniness, having trouble concentrating on even the normal daily functions of life. It seemed as though my life was governed entirely by my caged cock and balls. They were becoming slowly more chafed as the days passed. I tried to keep the entire genitlal area as clean as possible, using a gentle soap daily as well as some baby oil to avoid becoming entirely chapped.
My master had never before given up possession of the keys, nor had He locked me up for so long a time before my actual session. I knew he was actually helping me by mailing the keys to Toronto so I could not annoy Him any further, while at the same time ensuring that I would comply fully with His wishes. After all, it was my choice to call Him in the first place to ask for an all day session. It seemed to me that I was getting hooked on this type of bondage session.
By the 28th of March I was becoming a stammering, forgetful, nervous wreck who still had trouble focusing on work and daily routine. I had confided in a close friend who admired my obedience and complete devotion to my Master.
Finally, the 30th of March arrived and I practically bounced out of bed, hit the shower, gobbled a quick breakfast and was out the door by 7:30 in the morning. Traffic was backed up as usual, and I rubbed my crotch through my jeans for most of my journey. Not that I could feel my dick, but that didn't bother me now. I was almost giddy with excitement at the thought of the day ahead.
I arrived almost an hour later, my Master answering the doorbell slowly, as if on purpose, just to keep me waiting an extra moment or two outside in the cold. He greeted me sternly upon opening the door and let me in. He ordered me to strip immediately. This always got my juices flowing and made my heart race. Once I was completely naked, he examined my CB and the padlock for any evidence of tampering. Thankfully, I passed inspection. He knew that I had not been able to cum these past three weeks, as he had used a smaller cuff ring on me and exiting the CB was quite impossible. He gave me permission to speak and I thanked him profusely for allowing me to be tied up all day, and under his total control. I knew my day would not be easy, nor would it pass very quickly.
He allowed me one last bathroom break, for which I was grateful. Then I slipped the two separate diapers on, and included the padding piece of a third, against my skin, for extra absorbency. (I had cut out the padding piece of the third diaper the night before my session. It would help prevent any leakage of piss from my diapers. (Nothing is more embarassing than actually laying in piss on the bed, even with protective covering over the mattress).
Naturally He kept the CB locked on me, which meant I would not be able to get erect during the day, keeping me horny right up to the last minute before He would release me. Next, He applied my leather ankle cuffs and locked a small padlock onto each one of them. Then He held the straitjacket for me to place my arms into. I allowed myself one look straight into His eyes, and I immediately realized He was like a therapist to me, giving me what I needed. For just a brief instant I saw a tender look in His eyes, which made my heart melt inside. Then I looked down and heard His gruff voice ordering me to put my arms into the sleeves and He immediately started buckling the 4 straps tightly around the back of the jacket. Next he attached the crotch straps up between my legs, buckling them tightly behind me, on my butt. This effectively tightened my diapers against my caged cock and balls, leaving no room for movement of my balls whatsoever.
Finally it was time to buckle my arms. He threaded the long straps through the belt style loops at the lower sides of the jacket before attaching the buckles tightly in back. He then pushed my elbows in toward my ribcage on both sides, before unbuckling the straps and cinching them even tighter. By the time he was finished my arms were hugging my stomach and sides with no room to move at all. Next he placed a spandex hood with built in blindfold over my head, which is fairly snug, but does allow for easy breathing. After the blindfold was in place properly, He placed my two inch leather collar around my neck and buckled it to the second to last hole on the strap. This meant it was also fairly snug. Next He walked me over to His bed, and laid me down gently, taking care that I didn't bump into anything along the way, as I was walking blindfolded. Once on the bed He locked my ankle cuffs to the chain which ran under the mattress and came out on either side of His double bed. My legs were spread wide before He applied a padlock to each D-ring on the ankle cuffs.
He allowed me a soft and comfy pillow under my head before He ran another chain through the various D-rings on my collar and cinched them tightly to the headboard of the bed. Needless to say, He has the perfect headboard for bondage. When he finished locking the chain to the headboard, he double checked all the padlocks. I was already bound very securely, but He noticed that my legs were not bound far enough apart, so he unlocked one of the padlocks, forced my right leg about 6 inches further apart than the original position, then reapplied the padlock to the chain, which he had just shortened. Now I was spreadeagled even further, which meant my legs would become stiff sooner. I groaned at this adjustment to my position on the bed, but I was promptly smacked hard on the inner thigh. I knew better than to complain further as He could make my day unbearable if I complained too much. He asked me if I was comfy, and apart from my stretched legs, and the tightness of the straitjacket, I was alright.
Next thing I felt was his body weight as he jumped on top of me. That's when He likes to start playing with me. His ass sits high up on my chest and he started punching my balls lightly at first, mixed with light taps. Then after a moment he increased the strength of each punch and slap, until I was groaning and writhing under him. I dared not cry out, as I didn't want to be gagged all day long as well. When I could stand it no longer I begged him for mercy. Still He continued for another two or three minutes. with me writhing and shaking under his weight. By the time he stopped my balls were sore and some of the punches made my stomach ache. Still, I thanked Him for spending this time with me, as I knew He would not stay with me during my session.
I felt him getting off the bed, heard him take off his clothes and pictured him walking naked up the hallway to the bathroom to take a shower. He takes lengthy showers and never closes the bathroom door, so I hear the water running. He has a gorgeous ass, low hung balls and a beautifully shaped dick (which packs a nice size when erect), a smooth stomach with six pack abs, and tiny tits, my favourite. His legs are not too muscular, but not too thin either, his feet are slender and not too long. In short, he makes for one handsome package. Too bad I was hooded and had to picture it this day in my mind.
When he turned off the shower, He returned to the bedroom, dropped the damp towel on my right leg on the bed and proceeded to start dressing. I could hear him opening the dresser drawer looking for his Calvin Klein underwear, which shows off His package so beautifully. I heard Him dressing and knew He would soon be leaving me alone for the day. I never knew when he would be coming back exactly.
Within 5 minutes he was completely dressed and asked me once again if I was comfortable. I politely asked him to fix my pillow under my neck as it had moved already. He told me he could only move it back so far as the chain was preventing the pillow from moving any further. To further adjust it he said he would have to unlock the chain from the headboard, and he told me bluntly that he did not want to unlock the chain to make a further adjustment as that would be a form of untying me, even if only for a minute. I would just have to put up with the pillow as it was. Then he surprised me by covering me with a blanket so I wouldn't be cold all day. That's the way He is. He will be stern one moment and then show me some kindness the next, unless I anger him. I have learned to accept whatever kindness he shows me without complaining about the harsh treatment, as it is so much easier on me.
He told me it was now 9:30 in the morning, I had been tied up since 8:45 A.M. He removed the clock radio which had a large digital readout, so I couldn't see the time at all during the day, even if I did manage to move my blindfold within my spandex hood just a little. Next thing I knew, He was opening his apartment door and was gone in a flash, after locking the door. I heard His footsteps going down the stairs and out the front door.
Now I was all alone in the apartment, unable to move, with a long day ahead of me. My legs had been stretched apart in the spreadeagle position, as far as they could possibly go. Thankfully my bare feet and legs had been covered by the blanket he so thoughtfully provided me. I tried to move around on the bed to test my bonds, but He had been so thorough I was not able to move more than an inch left or right, as my collar was chained and padlocked to the headboard. My arms were tight against my stomach and sides and I could feel the buckles under my back as I lay there totally helpless. My cock strained within the confines of the CB and my balls had no manoeuvreing room as the diaper was held so tightly to my crotch by the straps cinched up behind me. This was going to be a long day for me with only my thoughts to keep me company. I would have to think of mundane thoughts at least part of the day, or I would be in pain from the near constant attempt at an erection.
I was able to fall asleep quickly for about two hours or so. Then I was awakened by a dog barking outside. For just a brief instant upon awakening, I had forgotten that I was tied to the bed. I tried to move and was confused as to why I coudln't. I was starting to get stiff from the rigid position of my body already. I lay there perfectly still, simply enjoying the restrictive feeling of the straitjacket tightly wrapping my arms and torso. I started straining against my bonds and tried desperately to gain room within the confines of the straitjacket. It was no use, I stopped struggling as I was tiring myself out without making any gain whatsoever.
My cock started to get stiff inside its little prison, and I loved the feeling of total restraint. I was starting to feel warm about the head as I breathed through the spandex hood. My collar held the hood around my neck, so I couldn't see a thing. The blindfold was still in its place. After a while I heard footsteps on the outside stairway and wondered who that was. I always get a little nervous when I hear footsteps, as I wonder if it might be Him returning home. Instead it was the neighbor downstairs, probably coming home for lunch, or their son, coming home from school. It felt like it was getting close to lunch time. My stomach was starting to feel empty, and still my cock persisted in trying to get erect within the CB. The tight diapering didn't help matters, along the the small cuff that my Master had used on my balls for 3 weeks now. | wondered how I had withstood such punishment for so long. My balls ached to cum.
I started feeling like I had to pee, but I wanted to hold off as long as possible as I wanted to remain dry. After a while I again heard the front door downstairs and realized that whoever it was was now leaving to go back to school or work. The afternoon became quiet and still time passed slowly. I finally managed to work the hood just slightly upward, so that the blindfold was half off my eyes. The sun had moved and the room was starting to get darker, just a little. I moved my ankles and feet as they were getting cold and stiff. I felt the D rings dig into my ankles, as they were padlocked tightly to the chain, with so little room to move. The blanket had started to move downward, this always presented a challenge to get it back to my waist again, trying to move my hands through the leather covered sleeves to grasp the blanket. I managed to raise it somewhat, but I was still starting to get cold. My need to take a piss was becoming stronger, and still I didn't want to give in as I would be wet afterwards. Thankfully, I drifted off to sleep again, for what seemed like an hour or so. When I awoke my hard-on was painful again, and the room was now almost totally dark. My body felt more stiff than it had earlier. I was becoming tired of being bound, and yet I did not want to be released. My bladder was now very full and I struggled to hold my urine a little longer. Finally I could hold it no more, and I felt a trickle surround my right testicle, followed by more free flowing piss as I finally gave in and enjoyed peeing into the diaper. It felt so good to empty my bladder, I wasn't worried about it leaking out of the diapers as I had so much protection with the double diapers and the padding of the third.
I figured that it was getting on to late in the afternoon by the steady decrease of light in the bedroom. It must have been about 5:30 PM and still no sign of my Master. I was tied up now for about 9 hours solid. I knew he had a class to go to that evening and he told me it would last from 6:00 PM to 9:30 PM. This meant I still had a number of hours to go, before I could hope for release from my bondage. My stomach started to make noises and I was really getting hungry. I went through another rebellious stage of my bondage, where I started struggling around on the bed, trying to loosen my bonds. I succeeded in hurting just about every part of my bound body. My ankles felt the D-rings and padlocks digging into them, my legs ached from being in the same position, with the crotch straps tight against the insides of my diapered thighs. My back ached from laying straight on His bed for 9 hours straight, and my shoulders hurt from not being able to change the position of my arms. The collar around my neck seemed tighter due to all my struggles and I finally had to stop. I had gained absolutely nothing in freedom of movement. To top it all off, I was now thirsty and getting a headache from not having eaten in so many hours.
I wondered how it was that my Master could tie up another human being for so long without worrying about them. I really didn't think it was something I could do to someone else. I would worry about their welfare. Of course, my Master knows me well, and knows my limits. He has always been one to push the limits of his slaves. Then again, he really is dominant and has the opinion that as long as the bottom asks to be tied up for a certain number of hours, then He will take reasonable care in making the bondage at least bearable, but will not rush to release his slave until the verbal agreement is up. Since I had asked for an all day session and he told me he had a class in the evening, I knew that I was going to remain bound until His class was over. I figured He may be home by 10:00 PM and if I was lucky He would take pity on me and release me right away.
Now I could see that the room had gone totally dark, and it was getting colder. My blanket had slipped again, and try as I might, I was not too successful in raising it. So I started to get colder, and hungrier. and definitely hornier. My dick was trying to get erect very often now, and that hurt inside the CB. Surprisingly, I felt the need to take a piss again. I was annoyed with myself as my diapers were damp, but starting to dry. I held off for a while, but then I felt the trickle of piss start again, then released my bladder completely into my diapers. It felt so good, but I felt the wetness between my legs. I hoped He would not be upset with me for peeing twice in my diapers.
I tried drifting off to sleep a third time, but I was getting too stiff, and too cold to be able to fall asleep. So I just lay there and let the time pass. Hours passed in the darkness of the room, with all the blinds down. The only sounds I heard were cars passing down the street from time to time, and the noise of the fridge in the kitchen. My right shoulder ached more than the left, and my left ankle hurt quite a bit now. Still I loved the feel of the leather cuffs tight around my ankles. Sometimes I would rub the bottom of my feet against the cold steel of the chain that I was shackled to. I tried to keep my mind focused on the remaining time left, versus the time I had already spent tied up.
Finally I heard footsteps on the outside staircase downstairs, then the faint sound of the lock as He unlocked his front door. I heard Him coming up the stairs and insert the key into the lock of his apartment door. I love these sounds and I had waited so patiently to hear them now. He entered the house and placed something down in the hallway, then went back downstairs to retrieve something else. He repeated this a number of times before he finally entered the apartment and closed and locked his door. I of course remained silent, as He had not spoken a word to me.
As always I had to wait for him to greet me and give me permission to speak, but I did move around on the bed clanging the chains at my feet and around my collar, which he heard distinctly. He greeted me warmly and came over to see me and sat on the bed. He asked me how I was, and how was my day. He also immediately put his hand on my diapered cock and balls and began to squeeze my balls. I replied that I was tired of being tied up, but I still loved it and loved being under his control. He smacked my balls a number of times and began punching them again, but not too hard at all. I moaned and requested some water please. He gave me some from the bottle on His nightstand. He told me He was going to make me something to eat, since I hadn't eaten all day. He rubbed me through the diapers and commented on the fact that he felt some wetness there. I apologized and told Him I simply couldn't hold my bladder all day long. He removed the diapers leaving me naked from the waist down and put them into a plastic bag. Then he unlocked my CB and removed it from my genitals, for which I was soooo grateful. He started pumping me slowly but firmly, and within a few minutes I was thrashing around on the bed, as much as my bonds would allow and then I shot my load all over the straitjacket, with some of my cum landing on my spandex hood. I was mentally and physically exhausted when finished and He kept pumping me until I hurt and every last drop was out. He cleaned me up quickly, and took the ring of keys from His dresser to start unlocking my padlocks. I was so weak and unsteady on my feet that he had to help me up to start unbuckling the straps from my straitjacket. I was grateful to Him for allowing me to cum and for making me abstain from masturbating for a solid month before this session.
He told me that I had been tied up 12 and a half hours, but that my next session would have to be longer in duration. He wanted to continue pushing my limits and asked me if I thought I could endure a longer session next time. I nodded yes and he gave me one of those smiles which just melts my heart. I had something to eat, we talked amiably for a while and I left. When I got home I showered and went straight to bed. The next morning I could barely move. I made a mental note of calling him within the week to set up my next session. The big question was would I require the CB to be locked on my dick and balls once again, or would I have enough willpower to abstain from cuming for up to a solid month. Damn, I honestly couldn't answer that question, I had already enjoyed a second orgasm in the shower as soon as I got home. This session was my third longest with my Master. There was less than an hour's difference between the longest session, second longest session and this past session. I knew one thing, I definitely wanted more and was so grateful to Him for training me to accept this type of bondage and forcing me to push onward to longer sessions and more severe bondage.
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