Extended sentence - part one

Author: mj217
Title: Extended sentence - part one
Date: 09 December 2018

I was being reminded this was my own fault. Over horny I’d agreed to a longer session than I could take, 12 hours isolation bondage. It sounded horny at the time, and to start with it was. Stripped down, a cb locked on for good measure, put into the sleepsack, feeling it roped up, feeling the straps being tightened over it, feeling the final loss of movement as the sack itself was secured down to the bed, and feeling my cock strain against the confines of the cb. Finally the headphones had gone on and I was lost in a world of bondage and white noise.

Once I’d settled I started to drift, my brain making patterns and pictures to compensate for the darkness of the hood and blindfold and the lack of input. Time started to stretch out and I got restless, making the mistake of trying to work out how long it had been, before giving up and trying to drift again, but never quite successfully. The aches started from the lack of movement, the need to move. It tried but it was impossible. I could hear the white noise now, no longer in the background, it was just loud and scratchy, constantly present. My brain was fully alert now, I wanted to move, I wanted the noise to stop. I fought, I grunted into my gag, I strained with my whole body against the sack and it’s ropes, but I was stuck. Slowly I calmed down and tried to deal with the bondage.

My headphones were taken off, “how are you doing?”.

This was my chance to be let out, or at least bargain for a change of position. “Ow” I managed say round the gag. “Ow, Ow”

“Ow? You hurt?”

I nodded. I tried to indicate it was my arm, but I couldn’t move it and my head would hardly move.

“Well you’ve done six hours, that’s pretty good going. Do you want out now?”

I thought about it for a few seconds. Yes actually, I did want out, I wanted to be able to stretch, and feel the freedom that feels so good as heavy bondage is slowly undone. I nodded.

“OK then” and I slowly started to feel the straps and the rope being undone.

I lay in the opened sleepsack for a while coming back to life, and slowly got up and got dressed, the only thing left was the key for the cb and I couldn’t see it. I went downstairs. There was a box on the lounge table. “That’s the key to your cb. It’s in a timer safe. That key is staying in there until next weekend when you can have the cb removed.” My stomach knotted. A week in a cb when I’d only done a couple of days maximum before. But there was no getting at the key. “consider this your sentence for getting out of the sack early”.


A week later, after a week of frustration, a week of my cock reminding me it was locked up, a week of horniness that just sits constant in the background and covers everything, and I was more than ready to be out of the cb. I went back as instructed “If you want the cb off you will put on the rubber gear.” I didn’t have much choice but to comply. Once I was in the tight fitting rubber vest and jeans, 14 hole boots laced tight on my feet, my hands were cuffed behind my back, my boots were then cuffed as well, and a collar was locked around my neck, and I’d was led back upstairs, where I was fitted with a muzzle and a solid cock gag strapped in securely through the mouth hole, locked in place. Finally the back of the rubber jeans had been unzipped and I had been made to take a large plug, which was now uncomfortably secured in place. I was then pushed down on to my knees and my handcuffs were locked on a chain to a ring in the wall behind me.

He sat down on a chair in front of me “Here’s the deal. You promised me 12 hours bondage and you only did six. So you still have a debt of six hours of bondage time to pay off. Your obviously not suited to being just left on display all nice and secure, so I’ve decided that maybe instead you’ll suit being a pig instead – you’ll certainly be more use kept as one. At the end we can decide whether you’ve done enough to have completed your agreed time and have the cb removed, or whether we need to extend the sentence. So lets try again, 12 hours bondage as you agreed to – as my pig – and then you can serve out the six hours you missed out on last week once that is finished.”

I struggled, I grunted, I was trapped, the cuffs held me secure. “This is your own fault pig”. He grinned and got up to leave the room. I tried to plead around the gag, I tried to bargain, but all I managed was grunts, and a string of drool escaping from behind the gag. “I’m going to enjoy this. ’ll be back shortly and then we can begin”. And he left, closing the door, leaving me to wait and imagine what was coming, and realise that through all that, I’d been straining at my cb.