Automatic bondage part 2

Author: lthrsmlad
Title: Automatic bondage part 2
Date: 21 February 2012

Waking up I found that I was still held down by the restraints, the magnetic timer had not freed me from my self-bondage session. I wondered how long I had been here; there were no windows and certainly no clock in the room. Not that I could see anyway!

Something had changed whilst I was sleeping... I wasn’t sure if I’d talked in my sleep and re-programmed the room to change my situation, it was very plausible. I used to when I was younger, so sleep-talking was a possibility. Oh my god, that was certainly something I hadn’t thought about before locking myself up in this situation! Maybe I should have programmed the computer to determine whether or not I was sleeping...

My mind started to wonder. What if somebody had been in the room and changed everything? That too was a possibility! Fuck. Thinking over all of the possibilities was taking over my mind. Was someone there watching in the room?

I started getting horny at the thought. Am I alone? Or am I in company? Is there more than one person in the room? I got hornier hoping there was someone in there with me!

Before I had fallen asleep my legs were wide apart but still comfortably stretched out; at this moment in time my legs felt like they was a lot further apart! Did I say stretch in my sleep?

Finally I was more awake, and started to recall my final moments before nodding off to dream land. The computer had actually released me from the table, I was free. But before I went to sleep I remembered climbing back on the table. "Fool" I thought to myself... Did I switch the program back on or did it reset itself after a while, or maybe even automatically at sunrise. What fucking time was it anyway…?

And the overriding thought in my head kept returning: was my kidnapper back in the room with me again, or was I alone?

My eyes couldn’t open as the thick rubber hood filled my eye-sockets completely, forever keeping me in total darkness.

Suddenly I felt a hand circling my throat, gripping hold firmly. This startled me and I opened my mouth whispering "FUCK!"

Keeping my mouth open with excitement and a little fear, my mouth suddenly felt a large ball gag forced into it then buckled in place. It felt huge in my mouth and certainly did its job of shutting me up.

Again I thought to myself "Idiot!" Why didn't I test the release control with my voice? Too busy wondering how long I´d been here, day-dreaming of the night before and wondering if anyone was in the room to even test the bloody vocal control. "TWAT!" So I’m here again magnetically bound to this table, my legs so racked out, spread wide.

And there’s someone in the room! Must be the same guy. Or was it?

I heard his footsteps as he repositioned himself, walking between my extremely-wide spread legs at the foot of table, then the sound of rubber as he drew the large sheet of rubber from the roller built into the table. Pulling it over me, laying it over me totally, tucking it in to the edges of the table. Clamping it to sections specially designed for this purpose which created a perfect seal all around the table. It was air-tight; the only hole in the rubber sheet was a moulded reinforced mouth-piece. It was made of thick rubber, moulded to the shape of my chin, mouth, and just below my nose, like a muzzle. It was a perfect fit.

Stepping to the side he flicked a switch on the table and I heard the roar of the table’s built-in vacuum pump. The rubber vibrated a little, and soon the air was sucked out of the space between me and the rubber, shaping itself around my body, successfully pinning me further immobile to the table.

Taking some slick goo he squeezed the bottle and the cold slime dribbled onto my rubber enclosed body. It was cold as he ran his hands all over the rubber shining it up, but it soon warmed up.

He paid particular attention to adding more gel to my bulging cock and balls, clearly visible to him, like a shrink wrapped piece of meat in the supermarket!

The attention made me harder from his contact; I could feel his hands and fingers manipulating my cock through the rubber, re-shaping my position.

He left me momentarily to pick up a reciprocating saw and an attachment which was like a rubber mallet. Switching on the saw I heard its sheer power and fear pulsated over me; what the fuck was it? Fear wasn't all that pulsated over me as the sound was making me even more horny!

With the rubber mallet-style attachment thrusting in and out of the device, he brought the machine closer to my cock bulging in its rubber prison. With no way of escape or movement from my immobilization I was going nowhere!

The tip of the hammer hit my cock, banging it back and forth... I couldn’t count how many times per second that thing hit my dick but it was a lot, and it was fucking horny! Some sort of mega-wank manipulation without wanking!!!

“More. More!” I thought, “Don't fucking stop!” He tormented my cock for a while.... I thought I would come from the attention down there. FUCK ME!

It was something I did not imagining happening in this session. It never even crossed my mind but it sure as hell was a nice surprise that I never wanted it to ever fucking end... I was in sheer vibrating, cock bashing, heaven. Cock bashing: hmmmmmm.

I started grinding my hips hoping to meet the device, making it closer, deeper, anticipating a deeper hit, like a drug, a mechanical fix! I heard him laugh from the sexual torment I was getting; apparently he liked to bash my cock with the device…

He then decided to test the device somewhere else... He ran the beating machine up and down the length of my cock a few times, then concentrated at the base of my engorged member... then without warning moved it further down and began beating my balls!

Taking just enough care to warm me up first, he circled my bollocks, occasionally striking my nuts.

It was intense being hit in the bollocks but he did it lightly at first, just to begin with, then centring the hammer it struck both of my balls hitting them perfectly together, pulling the device away from my balls and bringing it closer. I felt the device lightly hit me over and over again per second, and when he brought it the closest it had been yet I felt a deep agonizing feeling like being kicked in the nuts, only about 5 times per second!

The ball breaking continued, the table keeping me restrained in position... the rubber vac rack certain kept me immobile... there was certainly no escaping this delicious torment…

He clearly liked the punishment he was giving me, and knowing that was a major turn on for me, making me want to please him by pushing my limits and expanding them further...

He put the reciprocating saw modified for ball bashing down for a moment and picked up a moulded pod shaped like a large egg. He sat it between my legs real close. It was a heavy pod, the base shaped and spongy to protect the rubber it sat on. The top of the egg-shaped structure had a moulded cut-out. Picking up the reciprocating saw again he laid it into the cut-out, designed for it to sit into. Screws either side at the top clamped the saw in place keeping it from moving.

Switching on the device the saw began it motions; sliding back and forth quickly, like a hammer. Not quite touching my bulging crotch yet. It thrust in and out; my tormentor turned the pod´s dial and like a lathe mechanically brought the hammer closer to my rubberised genitals. Then it struck me in the nuts over and over again, bashing my bollocks.

He stood back to watch me receive my ball breaking punishment. Finally he plugged cables into the computer, activated the randomizer and left the room, leaving me to the mercy of the computer program.

Over the next few hours the program drove the hammering closer, further away, and with multiple speeds, hits per second; the random program had unlimited calculations, making the whole session unpredictable…

Without voice control there was no escape, no way out, and no-one to plea for mercy. I was left alone in this fully automated BDSM playroom, The soulless computer had no empathy, no compassion, and offered no release until the person that trapped me in here returned!

When would he return, if ever?