Asian Enslavement 2

Author: jnateb
Title: Asian Enslavement 2
Date: 11 May 2017

Part 2

I vaguely remember stumbling to the kid’s car - a hot little sports car - and him helping me into the passenger seat, and then nothing until what I guess was some hours later when I woke up. When I did wake, the fog was still lifting, so it was difficult to process my situation at first. I realized that I was kneeling, with my arms and neck locked into a pair of stocks. My ankles were locked to something secure behind me that I couldn’t see, which kept them secure and parallel to the floor. My mouth was secured with a serious muzzle that wrapped around my head, which was somehow more terrifying than the rest of my condition. And I was naked.

I could also feel some sort of band around my balls that was a bit on the heavy side, and seemed to keep them quite securely trapped in it. Worse than that, I looked around the room with a sense of terror. I had been moderately proud of my own play space and the equipment I’d built up over the years, but I was in a fully equipped, massive dungeon. The stocks kept me from getting a full look at the space, but it was easily 2000 square feet. Probably more. And I couldn’t see behind me, so it was hard to know how far it went.

From my limited vantage point, I could see a large space, mostly concrete and steel, with some wood here and there for accent or for a BDSM purpose. There were shelves full of dildos, butt plugs, gags, blindfolds, hoods, and the like. Walls were dedicated to holding whips, floggers, paddles, riding crops, canes, and similar discipline instruments.

Large pieces of bondage furniture were arranged around the room. Several cages of varying sizes, a bondage table, a St. Andrew’s Cross, a spanking bench, a paddle horse, a rim chair, a sling, and even a bondage bed with various restraints built into it and a cage space underneath!

Hung on one wall were all sorts of metal restraints, ranging from chains to cuffs to various sorts of manacles and shackles, and all sorts of others. Collars hung in another area of a wall, and were of every material and design. There were even a large assortment of chastity devices and what looked like nipple clamps from my distant perspective. There were poles, presumably holding up the ceiling, with various restraints attached that could be used to keep a slave’s hands over his head and back against the pole, and so forth.

There were even other types of stocks - standing, hands and feet, etc. As I looked further, there were even fucking machines, TENS units, and other technological items I couldn’t immediately identify. In the middle of the space I could see were hanging chains attached to box motors - suspension equipment. There were at least 4 separate pulleys, so multiple ways to suspend someone.

And, there were several closed doors, behind which there almost had to be more equipment, but I could hardly venture to guess what they might hold. And every item was of the highest quality. I had bought enough BDSM equipment to know, good stuff is very expensive. Even a single solid wood piece of dungeon furniture could be in the high hundreds to even thousands of dollars. And everything here looked heavy, custom, and expensive. I could only venture to guess how much it cost, but it had to have been in the tens of thousands. Maybe even well into the $100,000 mark. More than I made in a year.

There were a few tv/computer screens, currently dark, embedded in the walls at various places around the space. There were painted lines at various points on the floor. There was a very secure metal door at the far end, straight ahead of me, which I guessed was the entrance to the space. And there were cameras. I could see the small bubbles in the ceiling at regular intervals. The entire place was very fully and easily surveilled.

Behind me there seemed to be more space, but I could not very well get a look at it from my current predicament. I got the sense I had been intentionally placed in these stocks, giving me a full view of the space, letting me know my new situation. Letting me observe all of this quite easily. And putting me right in the path of whoever put me here when they came in the door.

Decorating spaces on the walls were large prints of naked, chained, collared, helpless men. Muscular, tall, strong men. Men whose build looked a lot like my own.

I was standing - well, kneeling - in what was probably the largest and best equipped dungeon in the country. And I was its prisoner.