Arriving Home 2

Author: bgdog
Title: Arriving Home II
Date: 03 March 2005

I waited a few more minutes, kneeling in my rubber outfit, tied and gagged, for my master to come back and pay attention to me again. Soon he appears in the room, with a lot of equipment to further immobilize me…He starts unlocking all the chains that kept me kneeling, unlocks then the wrist and ankle restraints, and ends removing the posture collar. I start thinking he could have changed his mind, but soon realized how wrong I am. After helping me to my foot, and holding me a while not to loose my balance, he hangs me a full leather suit, a bondage outfit that can be used to complete immobilize someone inside, with all the steel rings along the arms and legs well tied. He helps me get inside, first the legs, over my current rubber outfit, and up my chest and arms. The suit closes on the back, with several straps that he pulls tight, the way he likes me to be encased. He then helps me put a pair of black leather army boots, and then locks over them the ankle restraints with two padlocks. Next my hands get the attention. Two tight leather mitts are locked as well on, so I cannot furthermore use my fingers to free myself. It will be the same useless feeling, without having the keys to all the padlocks, but as said before, my master likes me to feel completely at his desire. Last, but not least, he brings a heavy leather hood, with only nose holes, thick collar, and a big rubber gag attached. With fast determination, he pulls out my current gag and introduces my head on the hood, giving me no time to complain, and laces it very tight sealing my face in a second layer. One final padlock secures the collar.
- Don’t move. I will be back in a minute.
I am left there standing, encased in the two suits, with the heat and the sweat keeping up inside. My cock hurts pretty bad in the belt, with all the excitement to be put in this suit, and the plug doesn’t help any relief. My ass is starting to get sored, but I know there is still more time before I get it out. I cannot now see a thing, so just stay without moving and not knowing where my master is or what he is doing. Suddenly I feel him on my back, guiding me to somewhere. I obey and start walking blind, but trusting the man I love. We stop soon, and, knowing the house, we must be behind his desktop, where two wooden posts stand to tie me there and keep me near when he needs to work ‘til late. He starts using rope to spread me between both posts…More and more rope is added between all the steel rings of my suit and the two wooden posts, ‘til any movement is impossible and I am immobile in a spread eagle standing position. Only my head is free, but he arranges this with more rope securing also the hood to the ceiling and to both wooden posts.
- There, a good decoration for the room. I will go and relax a bit now. Later will come and work a bit on my computer, and it will be nice to have you behind…For now, just enjoy your time here, boy.
I hear him leaving the room, and I am left alone, to suffer in my position. I begin feeling it is going to be a long time before I get the chance to get some contact from him…as well as some relief from my encased cock and balls. I am desperate to touch him, but my current position makes me horny as well, so decide to try to relax and enjoy my bondage…
After some time, I hear him again in the room. With both hoods I cannot guess what is going on, but as he has said before, I imagine he is just sitting there, working on the computer or surfing over the internet. I am helpless there, and cannot do a thing but wait until he decides he needs me.
Hours pass, and I start to feel completely exhausted encased as I am. I just hope he does not have in mind leaving me here for the entire night. I need a bit of rest and in this position and with my balls and ass hurting as hell, I will get a hard time to find some sleep.
At some moment, I feel the ropes being removed. It takes him a while, but finally I am down on the floor, recovering myself after all the time without moving any muscle. It is good to feel my blood awakening my body. Slowly I start to feel much better, but still hope I will be out of the suits soon…but nothing happens. I then feel him remove the hood, so at least I get to see him back and have the gag removed. My jaws hurt from all the time stretched, so I thank this relief.
- You have 20 minutes to recover, boy. Here you have some water bottles and some food. Want you to recover your strength. I will be back to get you ready for the night. Enjoy now, and don’t you even think of saying a word.
I am shocked, but see him leaving the room. I wonder what he has in mind for the night, but after hearing that, is more bondage for sure. After the first seconds of surprise, I come back to reality and look for the food and water. I sure need them to recover and get ready for more to come. I have my hands useless in the leather mitts, but I can see my master has left everything ready so I will have no problems. Two bottles, each with a straw, are there, next to a bowl with some soup. I managed to eat the entire bowl, and then drink both bottles quickly. I then start feeling much better, and try to sit back and relax a bit before he comes back for more hard times.
It was not much time and he appeared in the room. I quickly went to my position, on my knees, head bowed and hands behind my back.
My master approaches me, and I feel again the hood attached to my head. Once again, I am blind and with no possibility of complaining. He ties my hands on my back, and then helps me stand up.
- Come with me, boy. It is getting late and we better get some rest for the night.
A leash is attached to the collar, and I feel him pulling and taking me for a walk, on our way to get ready for the night. It is not easy without seeing, but I know the house, so guess we are heading to the main bedroom. Maybe he will let me out of this suits and can rest hugging each other. But I know that will not happen, he wanted me before to recover to spend the night, probably in more bondage.
Soon I find out. Once in the room, he helps me lay down on the bed, but inside a heavy rubber sleepsack. With both suits on, I know I will be pretty tight in that sack, and extremely hot for the whole night, but cannot do much about it, as he will do as he desires. He unlocks my hands and helps me get inside the sleepsack. It takes him a while to get me ready, close the zip of my new rubber layer, and add some straps to tighten it even more.
- There you are boy, tight and warm for your rest.
I moan in the gag, but he doesn’t care about my suffering. A whole night like that will be hard to achieve, the three layers are making me sweat as hell…and I am still locked in the cb3000, with my cock and balls hurting for some relief, and my ass open with the plug for so many hours now.
I heard some slight noises around, my master is probably getting ready for the night. At least, I get to sleep next to him, on the same bed. Although in my situation I will not be able to touch him.
Finally he lays on the bed, and caresses my body a bit.
- Goodnight boy, I really have missed you.
He turns around, and I am left on my own encased world. I am tired from the trip and all the bondage I went through since I got home, so start relaxing every minute and soon I fall sleep.
Through the night I wake up several times, mostly from the pain in my sex parts and my ass. I don’t want to wake up my master and get him mad, so just keep quiet and stand my suffering, as I am supposed to. My only hope is that he gets me out soon, and I can kiss him and thank him for his good attentions on his slave.
Finally the night ends, and I hear him awakening. He climbs on top of me, and hugs me tight through the sleepsack.
- Morning boy, hope you had a good rest.
I moan in the hood, and rub my head to his, having his image in my head. Then I feel him standing up and undoing the straps of the sack. With time, he helps me out of the sack, and allows me to stretch my body still lying on the bed. I start to feel much better, but still can only think of being out of the other two layers I have on. He gives me a few minutes, and then helps me to my feet and takes me to the bathroom. Once there he starts unlocking the leather hood. It feels son great to see and have my mouth free again.
- Hello, boy. Ok?
- Yes, Sir. I am glad to see you again.
He smiles and kisses me hard. Oh, I have missed him so much, that can get enough of him.
- You sure will thank a shower. Then we will be out in town for breakfast. We have lots to talk about this week apart.
- Oh, yes, Sir. Sounds a good plan for the morning.
Again he smiles and helps me get out of the leather suit. I still have the rubber outfit on, with all the sweat inside, so I get in the shower and again he helps me out of the suit. Then he pulls out the butt plug, but lefts the chastity belt on.
- Get cleaned boy. You will then find some clothes to wear on the bed. When we get home again, remember to come here and get all this equipment cleaned and stored away. Hurry up, I want to leave soon.
- Yes, Sir.
I am left there, with the belt still locked on, so I guess I will wear it for more time. I sure will thank to be out of it now, but still feel good to please my master with my chastity.
It takes me about 20 minutes to have a good shower and take care of all my needs in the bathroom. Once ready, I get in the room and see some clothes on the bed. It is an army outfit, with army black boots. Also a plug is on top of them, so my ass will still be forced open today. I quickly get dressed, and go find my master to go out for some breakfast. He is waiting for me on the coach, so I enter the room and kneel in front of him.
- Good, boy. You can stand up, we need to go now.
- Thank you, Sir.
We then head together out to the town. It is good to feel next to him, free again to hug him, kiss him and talk about our time alone. I know after this time out, we will be back in the house, and I soon will have to take care of all my obligations as slave, or wait until he needs me stored away in the cage. Or maybe he has in mind putting me through more uncomfortable bondage positions for the rest of the weekend.
I don’t know a better way of sharing my life with someone.