Automatic bondage part 1

Author: lthrsmlad
Title: automatic bondage
Date: 19 February 2012

Entering the room I could see loads of bondage equipment, hanging from the ceiling, the walls, in cupboards. But all of it was over-shadowed by a massive bondage table bolted to the floor in the middle of the room. Drooling with excitement, I look at all of the restraining points on the huge, wide padded table, perfect for holding a subject in a spread-eagled position for long periods of time. The table being so wide, even if the subject could do the splits on the table whilst secured there would still be enough width that only the feet would reach the ends. It was perfectly designed, and comfortable looking.

Eager to give it a try, I sat down on the table and spread my legs, testing the size and comfort. I was already wearing the ankle and wrist restraints which were designed with magnetic-lock hooks which were required for using the table. I inserted the rigid D-links into the holes at the spread X locations. As soon as my ankle D-links were in the holes a magnet sucked the links deeper into depths of the table, and with a click magnetically thrust micro poles through them, locking them in position.

Now lying flat on the bondage table, I positioned my wrist restraints into the corresponding holes far above my head. The magnets guided my wrist D-links deeper into the table, and two more micro poles magnetically secured my wrists in position.

I tested the voice release: "Release," I said, and the magnets reversed and my wrists were free.

I then locked myself up again, and said "Timer."

The table initiated a countdown. This disables my voice command for release, and only releases the subject after 30 minutes automatically. I was now secured in the wide spread-eagle position, controlled by fully automated bondage, unable to escape for half an hour.

The table was now programmed only to receive BDSM commands via voice. This was a 'no way out' program; I could effectively torture myself via voice commands, but not be released until the countdown had finished.

"Stretch" was a program to spread my legs; this would slowly spread my legs apart until reaching my limit, which was pre-programmed to spread the legs to a certain distance before stopping. A certain dial could be manipulated to increase the stretch an inch or so extra every 20 minutes, controlled by voice or manually.

"Dial" was the program to do that; it could expand your limits by knowing where your previous limitations were, and by adding up to a maximum of 2 inches to every following session it could effectively expand the subject's limits.

A collar locked around the subject’s neck was designed as part of the table that would override voice commands. The collar could sense a vibration of the throat and deny access to the controls of the table. Acting essentially as a control collar, the program uses it to punish the subject. With every torture delivered by the table a scream may come from its captive; the vibration from the scream adds a further punishment, repeating until the subject takes the pain without screaming. And being a computer programme any pleas for mercy are irrelevant, it just gives the subject more agony.

After lying there for nearly fifteen minutes I found myself drifting off into some horny dreamland. In the dream I'm in a club, and a guy buys me a drink, double vodka and a shot. After downing them I need a piss and tell him I was off to the loo. He handed me a bumper secretly.

"I take it you know how one of these work?" I nodded and say "Thank you," and head for the toilet. In the cubical I invert the bumper and twist the dial. White powder drops into the tiny hole. I twist and turn the whole bumper the right way up again, and shove the thing up my nose, sniffing back the white bump. Back in the bar I sit back down and secretly hand him back his bumper, giving him a kiss with my hand on his thigh. I can feel his hard muscular legs.

Deeply snogging him, my hand travells further until reaching his crotch He has a huge cock, bulging out above his big bollocks, squashing his dick deeper into the denim of his jeans.

The bump is starting to take effect and I feel slightly dizzy, but horny as fuck! He says "Let's go," so we leave.

After a few minutes of driving we’re at his place. Inside we snog some more and I strip off down to my rubber shorts. He gives me another bump and we continue kissing. At the same time he’s buckling my wrists into restraints, then my ankles.

After a few moments he takes me into the play room and shows me a big table, and tells me all about it. It seems familiar somehow…

"We'll try this out in a sec. Get comfortable and I will be back in five minutes," he says, leaving the room.

I suddenly awoke from the dream. Which wasn’t a dream! I was just reliving the past few hours!! I panic as I feel cold steel locked around my neck.

"Release," I said, ordering the computer to release me. But it wouldn't; obviously the collar around my neck was preventing my escape!

"Let us begin," he said, raising his voice. It was the man from my dream. No, the man I had met in the bar.

He was holding a baseball in his right hand, throwing it back and forth. Left to right, right to left. The baseball jumped from hand to hand.

With a massive grin on his face he showed me I was in for some horny times locked vulnerably to this table. He picked up in his hand a tub of soft cheese and shouted at me "What is this?"

With a frown, I answered "Cheese spread."

Again he shouted at me "What is this? And forget the cheese bullshit! What is it?"

I started to get confused, what the hell was he going on about? So I just shouted "SPREAD!"

The computer beeped, and cogs and machinery below and within the table started winding, and my ankles started to spread slowly wider apart. Unsure how far my legs would be stretched apart I panicked, shouting "Stop!"

The machine kept widening my legs slowly. He walked further away from me, still between my spread legs, and turned around and said "No, only speak when you’re spoken to."

Raising his right arm like a professional ball thrower on a baseball field, he threw the baseball SMACK right between my legs, hitting me square in the bollocks. He slowly walked towards me, between my legs that were now racked wide apart.

"Pause," he said calmly. The machinery stopped. It seemed to respond to his voice commands. "Of course it does," I thought, "he's not the one who's wearing the fucking vibe collar!"

Now up close between my legs, he put his hands on my thighs and slowly ran them up between my legs. His thumbs drew closer to my ass and his finger curved over my thighs until his thumb and finger framed my crotch. His thumbs dug into the root of my cock, close to my ass hole. He continued with his left hand to rub my groin and base of my cock, fingers and thumb framing my bollocks, causing them to bulge upwards and together, creating a tempting target.

His right fist drew back, reached for the ceiling, and hammered down on my framed cock and balls. The agony made me horny as hell, and I was compelled to thrust my crotch upwards like an open invitation for another hammering punch to my genitals.

He stood up straight and said "Gonna be a long torturous night. Maybe a weekend, you dirty fukka."

He turned around slightly, then back again, looking directly at me, and caught me off guard with a thwack to my genitals.

"Continue?" he whispered. I nodded. "Say continue!!" he yelled.

"Continue," I shouted.

He walked towards the door and said "Back in a sec," after which he shut the door.

The computer beeped, and the machinery of the table started to continue racking my legs apart, slowly forcing them further and further away from one another. After two minutes the machine reached my limit, at which point I was fully stretched, yet the machine was still slowly forcing them even wider.

The table sensed the resistance in the racking machinery increasing, and slowed down the rate that it was stretching me. But it still continued to very, very slowly spread my legs. I started to panic. How long will he be gone? Does he know that my legs are about to be split apart?!

Eventually, the table stopped racking all together as he opened the door.

He was now wearing a full rubber catsuit. Fuck! It was a horny vision; I was there on this table, wrists spread out above my head and my legs almost in the splits. It was the ultimate spread eagle position to get trapped in. I was totally vulnerable and unable to escape. This made me horny as hell, and my cock was rock hard, pre-cum oozing under my rubber shorts.

Two more guys walked in through the door. Both equally as fit as this fukka, dressed in rubber, both wearing rubber codpieces just like on my own shorts.

“Close the door! This room is sound-proofed, but it’s pretty fucking useless if the door is still open knob head!” he barked at one of them, who quickly did as he was told.

They surrounded me, and the one I came back here with, obviously the leader, added “There is gonna be a lot of screaming in here in a few minutes and I wanna make sure no sound leaves this room! And as for our ears put this on him fukka.”

He threw a large ball gag head harness to one of the rubber skins. He caught the gag and showed it to me up close.

“Open your gob twat” he snarled.

I opened my mouth and he forced the huge ball into it, then buckled the straps to my head tightly. This guy was horny as fuck; his hands were all over my face.

Once I was buckled securely into the head harness, I felt his big hand on my throat. He pinned me down to the table by the neck. I could feel the other rubber skin unsnap my cod piece, releasing my cock and balls from their bulging prison, slick with pre-cum. A mouth lapped it all up, sucking really hard on my cock.

His left hand circled my scrotum and pulled down on my bollocks, squeezing them roughly. I heard metal but could not see what it was as my head was still being pushed down onto the table.

Cold metal was locked around my scrotum; I guessed it was a ball stretcher. Cockily I thought that it was not causing much of a stretch... then more metal was added. I felt my bollocks being forced into a confining metal cylinder, and then what I thought was the ball stretcher being locked onto it. Once locked in place my balls were trapped inside this metal contraption. They all stood up, and my neck was released.

I raised my head up and looked over at my crotch and saw the metal cylinder for what it was. It was a ball press. Fuck!! It was cold and horny, but soon got warmer. It was heavy too; this was no toy!

It left the guy’s hand and slammed into the table. My cock got even harder, the fun was about to begin! One of the guys started to turn the screw on the cylinder and I started to feel the press plate get closer to my balls. He continued to turn the screw round and around, and I felt the inside of the cylinder getting smaller and smaller, nowhere for my trapped bollocks to go.

It got tighter with each full turn; my bollocks felt like a meaty fist was crushing them. I started to moan in agony...

“Obviously not tight enough, give it two more turns.”

The screw was turned twice more and I was screaming in agony. It no longer felt like a meaty fist but like a door was being slammed shut on my bollocks... the turning stopped, but not released; the agony continued. The three rubber-bound skins sat and watched me writhing in pain. But this was only the beginning!

I must have passed out from the agony. When I came to I found that I was having something removed from my face. I discovered that I was no longer wearing the ball gag, nor was I on the table I had been so widely stretched on.

Now I seemed to be on some sort of dentist chair, but far more comfortable and hornier looking and feeling. My ankles were restrained and held apart over the edges, chained to eyelets bolted in the floor. I noticed my thighs were restrained too. They also were chained to the floor, keeping them apart.

My waist was heavily strapped to the chair as was my chest, buckled tight and unable to move. My wrist restraints were connected together and another chain bolted to the floor behind the chair were used to keep my elbows back and together. This forced my chest to bulge out.

I was still trapped in bondage but in another room.

My captors showed me what they had just taken off my face; it was a mould of my entire head.

“We are making you a rubber hood that will mould perfectly to you. There´ll be a large hole for your mouth, but you will never see again, you will never leave here again. You wanna be set free boy?” the leader asked mockingly.

I nodded yes, and the other two skins in tandem replied “You’re never leaving here.”

They both started laughing, and one dialled a bumper that he had in his hand, dropping the power into the bumpers snorter, and shoved it up my left nostril.

“This will make it easier. Suck it in!”

I breathed in the white substance and feelings of horniness soon rushed in. Again I was aching to be bound and beaten, fucked, sucked, vacked, racked, belted, wrestled, roped. My mind was racing, I wanted it all in a single moment…

Either side of me the secondary skins put a boot onto the chains that held my thighs apart, pushing their boots harder, causing my thighs to be stretched wider apart.

“I think these chains need tightening. I want his thighs very widely spread, not that he can escape!”

Hearing that I tried to thrust my crotch outwards, almost fucking the air. Not that my waist strap would allow me to...

A ball harness was produced and buckled tightly around my scrotum. A rope hung from the wall opposite from me, ready for attachment. One of the skins connected the rope to the harness and started to draw my harnessed nuts towards the wall, the chair and all its straps holding me in place made sure I could not stop my balls from being stretched… The rope got tighter and tighter, my balls stretched out and kept in place there. At the wall the rope was tied off and made secure.

Each skinhead drank shit loads of water, beer, coffee. After a while they still had not relieved themselves. Were they going to piss all over me? That's what went through my mind. Obviously they couldn’t be that thirsty, so I knew something was going on…

Then I saw a bucket in one of my kidnapper’s hand. Was he going to throw water or piss over me?

No... the bucket was attached to the rope from my bollocks and the wall. Then they all surrounded the bucket and flopped their cocks over its rim. The sound of three jets of liquid filled the room. They were filling the bucket with their piss. It wasn't long before the bucket started to become heavier and heavier; by the second the rope started weighing down more and more, pulling on my balls, the ache getting deeper and deeper.

The agony was taking over and I had to scream out loud; it only earned me a crack across the face followed by another and another and another. I was starting to get delirious and began coughing violently.

The bucket was removed from the rope and thrown over me. The rope was cut and my harnessed bollocks fell.

“Dry him off,” commanded the leader.

The two skins appeared holding towels and started to dry me off, but not in the normal sense, hell no. They were a little bit more creative. Like school kids whipping each other in the shower they did just that, thrashing me dry, whipping me.

My kidnapper, with a towel of his own, pulled my head back and with it held it firmly over my head. It wasn’t cling-film or plastic bag suffocation, but it had the same terrifying feel. I could still breathe, just. The towel beatings continued until I was dried off.

My nipples, made hard by the torture, received cruel pinches and c-clamps were attached to them. The screws were tightened more and more until I was rock hard again. My tits are traitors! Gotta laugh; my tits being crushed just make me harder, so they tightened them more…

“Back in 10 minutes” the leader said.

They all left the room. I sat there, unable to escape, my thighs spread, strapped to the chair, my tits aching in their crushing entrapment. I waited and waited...

After what seemed like an hour they returned and one of them released my tits from their torture and used his fingers to torment them even more as the blood rushed back in.

The other skin walked over with a reinforced rubber hood which was moulded to fit my head perfectly. Apparently it had been completed.

It was horny! It sort of looked like me. Grrrrr!!

It was the shape of my face and head, and had the shape of my nose, yet my mouth was missing. Instead there was a large rounded rectangular hole. The hood continued down past the neck, and had reinforced edges around the mouth hole and the neck opening. The only way into this hood was through the thick rubber neck.

The skin walked behind me. Suddenly the neck hole was awkwardly stretched open and pulled over my head. It was difficult to get on, but once over my face and round my neck, and after a little adjusting to make sure the position was accurate, the fit was perfect.

It certainly was a long-term hood as they said; I was never going to leave here or be allowed to see again. They proceeded to make sure the hood would never be able to be removed. An auto-collar was fastened over the neck of the hood and sealing agents bonded the collar to the hood. It wasn’t long before the seal was cured and unable to ever be removed.

My head was now in a permanent prison of its own as the fit was moulded precisely to my face. No light at all got into my eyes; I was in total darkness. I could breathe through my mouth, and open it wide too, so eating, drinking and sucking cock would never be a problem…

They unlocked me from my imprisonment on the chair and gave me some rubber shorts to put on. Wearing them gave me a comfortable bulge, no constriction, a perfect fit.

They then forced me onto my hand and knees. Walking around me, kicking my thighs apart and drawing my ankles spread wide, they got me into a position and told me not to move. A swift kick from behind me hit my rubber-covered genitals three times, each one was harder than the last.

I was pulled up onto my feet. Still wearing the automated table restraints, they ran their hands over my wrist restraints and told me I could restrain myself whenever ordered, the computer would respond to my voice command every order except “Release”.

Having now become blinded by the hood I would need to find everything like a blind person. They told me the computer would assist me like a Sat Nav. I found that funny, but they were serious. I was told that it was a very safe, very complicated, computer program. There were sensors embedded in my restraints, the walls, and the BDSM furniture.

It was a self-bondage slave’s dream. I was in heaven. Or was I in hell? I hoped so.

I spent hours talking to the computer testing its capabilities until I accidentally mentioned the word “Random” and the computer came up with the random program “Y-RACK”. The computer assisted me to the centre of the room, guiding me into position.

The computer voice said “On the floor there are two eyelets and small lengths of chain. Lock the chains to your permanent ankle restraints now. You have 30 seconds to complete.”

I crouched down and fixed the chains to my ankle restraints and stood to attention, taking deep breaths from the fear of taking commands from a computer program. It was scary...

“There are small lengths of chain hanging above you. Connect and lock your wrist restraints in place now.”

Reaching above me I felt the small lengths of chain and locked them in place. In this position my elbows hung at shoulder height.

“Relax” the computer told me. “3 - 2 - 1...”

My wrist restraints drew up tight. I wasn’t off the floor, but thought I was about to leave it.

“Relax.” the computer told me again. “3 - 2 - 1…”

My ankles started to spread. After they were spread two foot apart I was suddenly on tiptoes. A second later my ankles spread even further, a meter apart now. I was completely off the floor, hanging there like an inverted Y. Breathing was slightly difficult but I adapted quickly.

After five minutes, the computer proceeded to draw my ankles still further apart. I guessed that the pulley system had to be embedded in the floor and running to each wall either side of me. And still the computer kept racking my legs wider.

I could only conclude that the computer would eventually rack my legs into the splits, hanging from the ceiling with my ankles chained to the walls to the left and right of me.

The thought turned out to be accurate. It wasn’t long before I was stretched to my limit, almost doing the splits. This was one horny position to be found in if my kidnapper was to return anytime soon.

“Relax,” the computer told me again. So I did, trying to accept the predicament I was in.

My kidnapper was already in the room watching me. I was unaware of this and I nearly freaked out when he suddenly said “Phoar.”

He grabbed both my tits, squeezing them hard and twisting them roughly. He forced his mouth into mine, deeply snogging my hooded face, his tongue gagged my mouth, tickling my tonsils.

The snog, my tits, my racked body; I was hard as fuck when his thigh suddenly delivered a nasty blow to my crotch, only to be followed by nine more.

After that he withdrew and picked up a leather belt. Walking behind me a loud crack hit me across my back and part on my ass. The following ten concentrated on my ass, each getting harder and louder. He then proceeded with further whippings using a cat-o-nine tails all over my body… That seemed to go on forever, but eventually it ended and he said goodnight, slamming the door shut.

“Oh shit,” I thought to myself. “Only he can release me…”

The door re-opened and he said “Release.”

The computer slowly returned me back to my starting position and I gratefully freed myself.

After a few stretches to try and relieve the pain in my joints, I lay on the BDSM table and slowly fell asleep.