Dont Get Yourself into Anything You Cant Get Out Of

Author: goodboy921
Title: Don't Get Yourself into Anything You Can't Get Out Of...
Date: 05 April 2007

House sitting takes on a new meaning to a bondage enthusiast. House sitting for Bob and Mark was always something to look forward to. I had first met the two of them several years ago at a bondage party and soon found myself going home with them to play in their dungeon down in their basement. Considering that Bob and Mark worked for the department of defense, their play space was pretty impressive. Bob was a computer programmer while Mark had his background with the FBI as a lead interrogator. Their home was pretty high tech with cameras, surveillance systems and a dungeon that looked more like Fort Knox.

I suppose it was after the first weekend we played together, they decided that I was someone they could trust and it wasn’t long they were asking me to stay over to make the house look lived in while they traveled either on business or pleasure. When ever they would return, they would always chain me in irons or lock me in the cell as sort of a reward. I sometimes wondered why they even needed me around. After all, two men working for the department of defense with a sophisticated alarm system didn’t really need me to hang around. While there was a part of me that questioned why they wanted me around, there was another part that just wanted to be locked up and fucked.

Friday Evening 6:00 p.m.:

Fuck! I’m late! I told Bob I would be over at 5:30 but traffic was bad and my boss wouldn’t let me leave until 5:00. Even though I had called Bob and told him I was on my way, I knew he wouldn’t be happy.

“Your late boy!”

“Sir, yes Sir… I tried to…

“No excuses, we just have time to give you the keys and the password to the alarm and dungeon. Our itinerary is on the kitchen counter and we will be back in a week. Everything is here so you shouldn’t really need to go out for anything.”

“Yes Sir.”

“You did take this coming week off didn’t you boy?”

“Yes Sir. Too much vacation time and I will lose it if I don’t take it now.”

“Understand… Well, don’t get yourself into anything you don’t want to get out of boy.”

With that, Bob had a big smile on his face leaving me wondering if I was supposed to get into something or not.

“Care to elaborate Sir?”

“No boy… Just remember that there may be some things around here nobody would be able to get you out of.”
“Woof! Sir, yes Sir!”

With that he tossed my short hair, gave me a hug and told me to help him with his bags. Mark came down the hall, with his bags and we soon had their car loaded.

“So did Bob give you everything you need?” asked Mark.

“Sir, yes Sir.”

“Well do try to be have at least 30 minutes after we leave.”

“Sir, yes Sir.”

As their car goes down the driveway, I look at my watch and see it is 6:30 p.m. Hmmm… guess I have to wait until 7:00 p.m. to see what I can get into.

Going back into the house, I’m quickly reminded about how big it is as well as secluded. I secure the garage and go back into the main house arming the exterior of the house. I do a quick walk through checking to see how everything is laid out. Hmmm. 6:45 p.m. 15 more minutes. Guess I should unpack. Question is do I use the guest room or just take my bag to the dungeon? Stupid question… off to the dungeon I go.


Friday Evening 7:00 p.m.:

Standing at the bottom of the stair case to the basement, I enter the security code for the dungeon. The door opens and I move into a room that looks more like a prison than a basement. The first room is more like a prison control room. Computers and monitors are everywhere. One section is set up to monitor every room of the house as well as the driveway and exterior of the house. If I wanted, I could stay here the entire week and watch everything from this room.

The second door off this room went to a hall way. Off of this hall way were several doors. One door went to a work room while another door opened into the dungeon space complete with stocks, bondage chairs and a jail cell complete with toilet and sink. The final door at the end of the hall opened into a large closest full of leather, rubber, latex and prison uniforms you could imagine.

On my previous visits to Bob and Mark, I learned that I could program the jail cell to have the doors open and close at specific times. I could lock myself in irons, leave the keys outside the cell, step into the cell and have the door automatically close leaving me inside until the program would open the cell.

Taking my bag, I place it in the jail cell and then head to the closet at the end of the hall. I find my prison jump suit and strip down putting my own clothes into a basket for retrieval later. As I start to put the suit on though, I see a rubber cat suit that is neck entry only. Thinking more with my dick, I decide to take it to the shower and work myself into it. While the suit is thin, I gradually work it up pushing my dick through a hole coved by the cod piece. With a bit of work, my arms go down into the sleeves and the neck entry closes around my neck. While it took a bit to get on, I knew it would be harder to get off. The only thing expose was my head, hands, feet, dick and a back zipper that would expose my ass if anyone was around to take advantage of it. I step out of the shower, dry off the best I can and then I then slip the orange coveralls over the latex suit. Putting on some sox and boots, my prison look is almost complete.

Going back down the hall to the control room, I pull up the security program for the jail cell and program the cell to lock at 9:00 p.m. with the doors scheduled to reopen at 7:00 a.m. on Saturday. I go pick out some heavy irons to place around my ankles and wrists, leave the keys by the computer.

I look at the watch and decide I should get moving. Since the chain on the leg irons is short, it takes me some time to waddle to my cell but I make it time for the warning buzzer to sound that the doors will soon close. As I jump into the cell, the buzzer sounds and the door closes. 15 minutes later the lights dim for sleep mode. As I lay down on the bunk I realize I should have locked on a chastity belt to make my state of misery/ecstasy more complete. Regardless, my dick is accessible and I beat off knowing that my restraints are a part of me until 7:00 a.m. the following day.


Saturday Morning 7:00 a.m.

While it took me some time to get to sleep, the sound of the jail buzzer going off along with the lights coming up to full power made me realize the night was too short. Locked in my chains, I hobble through the open jail cell, retrieve the keys to my shackles and change out of the orange jump suit to a pair of black coveralls. The neck entry cat suit is now a second skin that I refuse to try and get out of. Entering the code for basement door, the door unlatches and I go upstairs to have breakfast and to look after the plants around the house. Everything was pretty much the same way as it was the night before.


Saturday Morning 10:00 a.m.

Sitting at the table in the kitchen, it doesn’t take long for me to realize I’m board. In turn, I decide to go back down to the basement and log on to the computer to read my e-mail.

Logging into the computer, I find there is mail from Bob and Mark.

“Glad to see you are enjoying yourself and to know you waited 30 minutes before getting into trouble. ;-) As always, remember not to get yourself into anything you can’t get out of…”

Reading the note, I can only laugh. Considering who they are and what they do for a living, I realize that the entire security system of the house could be accessed by Bob’s lap top. I’m sure that all of the security cameras captured everything and provided some good entertainment to Bob and Mark.

After scanning some porn sites, I look up and realize it is almost noon. I leave the control room, go back to the jail cell, brush my teeth and clean up a bit. At this time, I realize that I had never really been in Bob and Mark’s work room across the hall. As I walk across the hall, I try to door knob and find that it is locked. I go back to the control room and see if some of the keys on the master ring will work for it. Considering how I have played with Bob and Mark in the past, I couldn’t imagine anything being out of bounds to explore.

Soon, I come back with a key ring and find myself trying the door. Bingo! Here is the right key that turns the knob. As I enter, I turn on the lights or at least hoped that I hit the right switch to find a large stainless steel room illuminated by a soft blue light. In the center of the room there is a table and a large cylinder with clear sides in the middle. On the table there is what appears to be a heavy leather suit. The suit looks more like a space suit as there are metal bands around the wrists, ankles, waist and neck. There is also a large helmet on the table as well. All of it looked a bit intense. For the most part, I just look around deciding I should leave things alone. I turn off the lights and get ready to walk out the door as I notice the large cylinder in the room has a bluish glow to it. As I walk out the door, I close it behind me and make sure it is secured.

Going into the room was troubling. Now I had visions in my head of being locked in that suit and being placed in that cylinder. As my dick started to get hard, I realized I should find the chastity belt that Bob had made for me and see if that would take my mind off things. As I go back to closet, I pull out the belt along with the keys, strip off the jump suit, remove the cod piece to my neck entry latex cat suit and soon find myself placing ice on my dick to take care of my hard on. With my dick soft, I lube it up, slip my dick down the tube and lock the waist band and tube securely with two high security locks. Only then do I realize that by locking the chastity belt on, the latex suit is not going to be removable unless I tear it or cut if off.


Saturday Afternoon 4:00 p.m.:

As I look at my body in the latex suit and the chastity belt securely locked on, I decide to put my black jump suit back on along with the boots I had been wearing. I then go back to the computer and log on to find Bob logged on as well. Taking the keys to the belt, I lay them by the computer.

Quickly I type, “How is the trip going?”

Bob responds, “Typical boring stuff. The seminar I’m leading doesn’t start until Monday so we are just relaxing in the hotel room tonight. May go out to some of the bars later. Mark would like to pick a guy up tonight for some bondage.”

“Sounds like a plan Sir.”

“And how are you doing boy? Haven’t gotten yourself into anything you can’t get out of?”

“No Sir… Just sitting here. I do have a latex cat suit on as well as the chastity belt you had made for me Sir.”

“Good boy! You do make me proud how submissive you are.”

“Sir, I did go into your work room this morning.”

“And did you find anything you liked in there boy?”

“Not sure Sir.”

“Well do let me know if you would like to know what I’m working on boy. You might find it very interesting.”

“I’m sure I would Sir. Maybe when you get back.”

“Maybe boy... Well, I need to get going. We are having an early dinner and going to take a nap before going out .”

And with that, he was gone.

I then decide to go upstairs and have some dinner. I fix a microwave meal and then head back down to the control room in the basement. As I look at the keys to my chastity belt, I realize it is no problem to unlock it and jerk off… Not something I really want to do. I then remember that Bob and Mark have a key drop where I could deposit the keys into a locked safe that they only have the combination to… Question is, do I dare do it?


Saturday Evening 6:00 p.m.

I decide I need to clean up what was left of my dinner while I thought about the key drop. I go through the house collecting what little trash there was and then take what I collected out to the garage. I go back down to the basement and decide to go into the cell room and pick out some additional bondage items. As I walk down the hall from the control room, I notice the door to the work room is open about 4 inches with a blue light coming from the gap.

That is strange, I though I had closed and locked that door. Did Bob somehow release it from his lap top? As I place my hand on the door to close it, I open it instead to see the cylinder in the middle of the room illuminated lightly. As I go up to it, I don’t quite understand how it opens or closes. I just notice a metal rod running through the center of it. I also walk over to the table and look at the suit. Hmmm one piece with a strange zip up the back.

Leaving everything alone, I turn off the light and close the door. As a compromise for not trying the suit on, I decide to drop the key to the chastity belt in the key drop box. I program the cell to lock at 9:00 p.m., place shackles on my wrists and ankles and then decide to lock on a leather hood with gag over my head. While I have dropped the keys to the chastity belt, I leave the other keys by the computer, hobble to my cell and then try to tie the leather hood down over my head. As I secure it and zip down a cover over the ties, my final act is to lock the zipper to the hoods collar. I know more than get the hood on when the alarm sounds, the jail cell door locks and the lights go down for the night.


Saturday Night 9:00 p.m.:

As I lay on my bunk in the jail cell, I toss and turn. My dick tries to get hard but is restrained and I dream of having my ass fucked. I dream of prison guards having their way with me, fucking me and filling me with cum. I dreamed that when they were done, I was locked into a full leather suit and place into a clear cylinder to be on display. I dreamed of having my ankles locked to a pole in the cylinder with my hands behind my back, unable to move, unable to speak and unable to do anything unless I was released.

All night long I toss and turn. Waking up to darkness. Feeling the latex push in on my skin. Feeling the metal shackles on my ankles and wrists. Knowing I was locked in a cell and unable to move.


Sunday Morning 7:00 a.m.:

As the lights come on, the alarm sounds and the door opens on my cell, I realize that I didn’t sleep much the night before. Taking short steps from my irons on my feet, I go to the control room, unlock my wrists and ankles and unlock my hood. I take the hood and restraints back to the cell down the hall only to notice that the door to the work room is once again open. Only this time it is more than just a few inches. I walk into the room, look at the suit and then look at the cylinder. I go and look at the suit and being to try and figure out how to put it on. Maybe I could just try it?

I leave the room and go upstairs for breakfast thinking about what to do.




Sunday Afternoon 1:00 p.m.:

Ok… All morning long I thought about this. Now it is time to do it.

All of Bob’s comments, all of the little jabs about not getting into anything I couldn’t get myself out of. Geezz!

I go down to the room and look at the suit. It only opens at the neck and as I look down I can see there is a major butt plug at the bottom and no surprise to me, it looks like my chastity belt somehow locks into the waist of the suit. I go to the jail cell, take off my jump suit and boots, unzip my ass using the zipper at he rear and start cleaning out my ass determined that if I put the suit on, I would try to keep everything as clean as possible.

After several enemas, and when the water starts flowing clear, I decide I’m ready.

Just wearing the latex neck entry suit along with the chastity belt, I go into the workroom and start working my feet down into the legs of the suit. As I get my ankles down into the boots of the suit, I notice that the metal bands and the feel have metal clips that somehow force the rings to come together much like a ski boot does. It appears that I can unsnap them as easily as I can snap them together so what the heck. Having my feet in the bottom of the suit, I clamp each metal band closed.

I then work the suit up to my ass and dick and notice the band on the waist of the suit lines up with my chastity belt. I work the butt plug in noticing that it is hollow in the center. Lubing everything up, and with a bit of a yelp, in it goes.

On the outside of the suit, there is a waist band that clamps the same way as the ankles did. Since the clamps seem to release I thought there would be no harm to latch them together. I then push my arms down into the sleeves working my hands into the attached gloves. Like the ankles, there are bands at the wrist that I close. Now all that is left is the neck and helmet.

Looking at the helmet, I notice a latex/leather hood inside along with some wiring. I take the hood and work it down over my head pushing the neck down into the suit I’m wearing. Inside the hood is a gag that fits comfortably. My ears also seem to form to pads that are in places. As I zip up the back of the suit, I see a collar on the table that was underneath the suit I was putting on. As I place the collar around my neck, I realize that it will cover the zipper in the back. The collar was also grooved for the helmet to attach as well.

As I place the collar around my neck, I notice that it has the same latch as the ankles, wrists and waits. Again, I latch it, thinking I could unlatch it later.

The helmet was just weird. It was actually three different piece that were all hinged. After trying everything, I finally laid down on my back with my head extended backward off the table. I was then able to take the front of the helmet and attach it to the collar under my chin. As soon as all three pieces of the helmet came in contact with the collar, there was a loud click and a voice came on line through the hood.

Restraint suit activated. Cylinder door opened. Prisoner has 15 seconds to enter chamber. Restrains on suit activated.

And with that, everything started to tighten, the hood, the wrist restraints, the suit itself.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

HMMMMMMph!

All of a sudden electricity started surging through my dick, my ass, my head.

Prisoner has 15 seconds to enter chamber before 2nd shock of discipline begins level 2.

10, 9, 8, 7….

Ok, ok… I knew I was fucked…. As I got into the cylinder, the outside glass began to close.

Prisoner has 10 seconds to place feet in lower restraints and hand behind his back.

10, 9, 8, 7….

Ok, ok… Feet at the base of the pole in the center with hands behind my back

Prisoner is now in position for lock down.

Metal restraints fusing to rod. Chamber filling with coolant. Sleep mode being activated.



Monday Morning 9:00 a.m. Future of Incarceration-New Technologies Seminar:

Good morning ladies and gentlemen in law enforcement and incarceration facilities. As you are aware, the continuing costs of housing, feeding, health care and cost of law enforcement are causing law enforcement agencies to find new ways of dealing with prison populations.

Our guest speaker this morning is Bob Newcomer along with his business associate Mark Wilson who have over 20 years experience with the investigation, apprehension, interrogation and incarceration of prisoners. Bob using his computer background along with resources from the federal government has developed an incarceration chamber that allows the prisoner to live the rest of his life out of harms way to himself, the victims he may have harmed as well as out of harms way to law enforcement personnel.

Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to Bob and Mark.

(Applause)

Thank you, thank you…

As I have been introduced, my name is Bob Newcomer and this is my partner and business associate Mark Wilson and we would like to begin our presentation this morning with some video of a prisoner we have been working with over the last several years.

Using methods of behavior control we have conditioned the prisoner to respond to stimuli that makes his incarceration easy for the prisoner to accept and easy for individuals in law enforcement maintain.

In the footage you are about to see, you will see the prisoner in his jail cell as well as his own voluntary acceptance of his permanent placement into what I like to call “Suspended Warehousing.”

As you will see from the video, this prisoner has found his way into a situation he will never get out of…

(Laughter from Audience)

After you view the video of his voluntary entrance into “Suspended Warehousing,” we will go to a live feed where you can view the prisoner in his new frozen state of being. We will then have a period of questions and answers.