Forced Situation - 3 Leather Prisoner

Author: leathergearboy
Title: Forced Situation - 3. Leather Prisoner
Date: 12 April 2014

I tried several more times to chat with Frank, but he never responded. I was dumbfounded at the situation I currently found myself in. I certainly didn't want to piss him off, but I wasn't sure how I was going to be able to deal with having this hood locked as it was? If worse comes to worse and I do freak out and end up breaking the lock, he would have to understand why? Sure he'd be disappointed, but from our previous play, he knows I'm not at all able to handle it. Of course that first time, the hood was completely zipped up and my arms were cuffed behind my back. I had access to the cuff's keys, but still that lasted all of 5 minutes before I freaked out.

I thought about the fact that I could still see (even if it was extremely limited) and breath, so I eventually decided to deal with it and try to get some sleep. Even though having the hood zipped was scary, the feeling of having it locked on my head kept my dick hard throughout the night. Unfortunately, I tend to develop sinus blockage during the night; waking up feeling the hood pressing down on my nose caused me to initially panic before I remembered what it was from. Adding to the mix, I could feel the dildo push deeper into my ass every time I moved. Needless to say, a good sleep evaded me for the second night in a row. As soon as my alarm went off, I immediately got up and went to the computer.

   Michael: good morning sir

As usual I wait...

   Frank: Turn your webcam on, slave, and show me the lock.

I stand up and try to lean into the computer until the number on the lock is visible to him.

   Frank: So, you did survive the night?

   Michael: yes sir ... barely

   Frank: Oh? Did you freak out?

   Michael: a couple of times sir ... just so horny and exhausted and sore

   Frank: Perfect! Means I'm headed in the right direction to break you. Before long, you'll be my perfect little bitch.

   Michael: yes sir

   Frank: Once that happens, I'll have you come up to visit, so we can start your training serving me.

   Michael: yes sir ... thank you sir

There's another pause...

   Frank: Get your latex gag (without the strap) and your vibrator.

Now what!? Damn! I just want out of this hood.

   Michael: yes sir

Still hard to see anything, I fumble through my room and dig through my toy box.

   Michael: got them sir

   Frank: Good, slave.

   Frank: Is your volume all the way up on your computer?

I turn the volume up.

   Michael: it is now sir

He sends me a "buzz" through the messenger client.

   Frank: Could you hear that, slave?

   Michael: yes sir... very loud

   Frank: Good. So here's what's going to happen (wait until I'm done explaining everything)...

   Michael: yes sir

   Frank: You're going to stand up and position the camera, so I can see from your head down to your thighs...

   Frank: Shove the gag in your mouth and zip the hood all the way down...

   Frank: You're going to stand there, tickle your balls through the leather of the jock while pressing and rubbing the vibrator against the dildo...

   Frank: And you're going to continue to do that until you hear me send you a buzz...

   Frank: Got it, slave?

   Michael: yes sir

   Frank: Oh, and I want you to think of me sitting here, slowly jerking my cock while watching you and thinking about what gear I want you imprisoned in...

My dick throbs in its cage.

   Michael: yes sir... thank you sir

   Frank: Get to it, slave.

I get up and step back, then readjust my camera so I am in view. I plug the vibrator in and hold it between my legs. Getting the gag in is a little difficult with the cable partially in the way, but it finally slides in - I notice I can no longer see anything at all. I pull the zipper down completely sealing off my head in the leather. I grab the vibrator and switch it on. I almost jump when it first pushes against the dildo. I can immediately feel the vibrations all the way through me, tickling the tip of my dick. I reach for the jock and slide my fingers over my balls. The stimulation is overwhelming and my mind is filled of images of me encased in leather, tied up on my knees in front of him worshipping his cock, begging for him to enslave me. It's not long before my horniness reaches a point that I begin to involuntarily thrust my crotch into the air and moan. I can't tell you how long I've been standing here doing this, but my frustration level is now through the roof. The crotch thrusting is much faster and my moaning has developed into a constant whining.

I then hear the "buzz" and stop everything I am doing. I unzip the hood and sit back down at the computer and take the gag out. I noticed he actually sent a couple buzzes - I must've been so lost in my little world of frustration that I didn't even hear the first time he buzzed me.

   Frank: Fuck, slave. You were enjoying that so much, you completely missed me buzzing you.

   Michael: sorry sir ... was so horny and frustrated

   Frank: Don't be sorry. Just shows me how much you really want and need all of this.

   Michael: yes sir

   Frank: Fuck. Watching that little show of yours; it didn't take long to shoot after thinking how hot it would've been to take you down, tie you up and rape you.

   Michael: nice sir

   Frank: Fuck yeah it is, bitch. You're going to be a hot bondage slave.

   Michael: yes sir

A few moments pass and I just sit and wait.

   Frank: Ok, slave. I need to get ready for work. While I do, you need to get cleaned up as well.

   Michael: yes sir

   Frank: Take the hood and chastity jock off and remove the dildo...

   Frank: Perform your usual morning hygiene routine and give yourself an enema, then shower...

   Frank: be sure to completely dry your hair...

   Frank: When you're done, there will be more instructions here, if not, wait for them.

   Michael: yes sir ... thank you sir

Oh thank god! Even though it hasn't really been that long, it feels good to get the hood off. And of course removing the dildo from my ass. I brush my teeth, shave, pee, crap, give myself an enema and shower. When done I sit back down at my computer and see that he has left a few more instructions for me...

   Frank: Get all of these things ready... your hood, the black leather suit, motorcycle gloves, wrist restraints, and bondage socks...

   Frank: You'll also need 6 numbered plastic locks.

My dick throbs at the thought of being locked in all that leather. I run and grab everything he asked for and laid it out.

   Michael: Ok, Sir. I got everything ready.

   Frank: Good, slave. Put the suit on first.

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

The leather suit I have was a very lucky find on eBay. It's an older black one-piece motorcycle suit. All leather, and no armor like in modern suits, just padding at the shoulders, elbows, hips and knees. It was made for someone who is slim, so it's a very tight fit on me - not that I'm overweight, just have a little meat on my bones. As a bonus, that suit had a zipper in the rear, that went up the ass crack. It was an extremely cheap buy, so I decided to pay a little extra and have it modified at a leather shop; First I had them change the rear zipper to a two way zipper. Then I had them raise the bottom of the front zipper and make room for a hole for my cock and balls, then had standard snaps put in for a codpiece. All of that actually cost the same as I paid for the suit itself, but it was worth it.

I step into the suit and pull it up my legs until it's over my hips. Then pull my caged dick through the opening. Reach behind me and slide one arm down the sleeve and struggle to get the other one in - it is a tight fit. I pull the front zipper up to my neck and finally, snap on the codpiece.

   Michael: Done, Sir!

   Frank: Now your hood... lock it on and lock the zipper pull of the suit to the front d-ring.

I have a little trouble getting the hood on at first. Because of the tightness of the suit, movement is fairly restricted, especially when trying to lift my arms above my head. I get it laced and zipped, show him the numbered lock and let him watch as it lock it up. I grab another lock and again show him the number and then lock the suit to the hood.

   Frank: Very nice, slave... Now zip up the ankles and lock your bondage socks on.

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

I have to struggle to lift my legs up high enough so he can watch as I lock each sock on.

   Frank: Now, put the gloves on and then zip the sleeves over them...

   Frank: Then, lock each restraint on.

Only takes a minute to finish up.

   Michael: All done, Sir.

   Frank: Stand back so I can see all of you.

   Frank: Turn around.

   Frank: Very hot, slave.

   Frank: Get on your hands and knees and crawl around like a good leather pet.

   Frank: Fucken hot, slave. Got my cock hard again.

   Michael: Thank You, Sir.

   Frank: How does it feel being encased and imprisoned in that leather, slave?

   Michael: It's very hot, Sir... so turned on right now.

   Frank: I bet you are. Encased and locked in all that leather.

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

   Frank: I'm thinking that's exactly how you're going to be kept when you're here. Except of course real padlocks and chains to make sure I maintain complete control over you, slave.

   Michael: VERY HOT, SIR!!!

   Frank: So, what do you think your sentence should be?

   Michael: Sentence, Sir?

   Frank: Yes, slave... your prison sentence - how long do you think I should keep you imprisoned in the leather?

   Michael: Up to You, Sir.

   Frank: I know it's up to me, slave ... was asking what you would like.

   Michael: Honestly, Sir... Would love to be forced to stay like this as long as You wanted.

   Frank: Good answer, slave. But you may regret that.

   Michael: I don't think I would, Sir.

   Frank: We'll see... At any point it gets to be too much, tough shit! You're just going to have to deal with it. If I find out that you remove anything I lock on you, you'll pay dearly, starting by having to wear your chastity cage to work.

   Michael: Sir, we already discussed that this wouldn't interfere with work.

As a bar tender in gay bar, I get groped a lot. Even if this chastity cage hides well under clothes, it would be easily noticed by anyone grabbing my crotch. So we made a deal the first time that this wouldn't interfere with work. Which is one of the main reasons why we use the plastic locks, can easily be removed and replaced.

   Frank: That's completely up to you, slave. Make a pussy bitch move like removing the gear, and you go to work with your dick locked up like a pathetic bitch. Understand!

   Michael: Yes, Sir. I understand.

   Frank: Good, boy...

   Frank: Ok then... Your only task today, so you don't get too bored...

   Frank: Every hour, on the hour, you're to send me a full body shot along with a photo of each plastic lock clearly showing the number.

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

   Frank: Then at 5pm sharp, I want you to turn your camera on, get on your knees, clip your ankles together, shove the gag in your hole, completely zip the hood closed and then clip your wrists behind your back. And wait for me... I'll buzz you. I don't care how long I take, you wait until I'm ready.

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

   Frank: Enjoy the first day of the rest of your life, pet.

What did he mean by that?

   Michael: Yes, Sir. Thank You, Sir. Enjoy your day too.

Wasn't quite sure what to do now? I just sat at the computer for a little while. I cruised a couple of sites I normally do, but when you're horny and on the Internet all roads lead to porn. As I browsed all the BDSM sites looking for something hot to watch or read, I thought to myself how ironical I was being; here I am, basically living a fantasy I jerk off to all the time and instead of feeling it or enjoying, I'm still looking for outside stimulation. The more I thought about it though, this wasn't exactly the fantasy - that involved physically being with Frank, not playing this online, long distance "game" of sorts. I finally decided it was pointless, so got up from the computer and tried to do what I normally do... Except, all my chores were done, I couldn't go out, I couldn't have friends over. All I could really do is watch TV. So that's what I did.

I set an alarm on my phone to go off every hour to remind me to take the photos Frank ordered me to send him. ...And waited for 5pm to roll around ...And waited ...And waited.

Holy crap! Sitting on a couch watching TV all day gets to be BORING and tiring! Thank god for those photos session interludes, otherwise I would've gone out of my mind.

5pm finally arrives, so I head into the room turn my camera on and assume the position he ordered me into. ...And I wait ...and wait ...and wait ...and wait.

What the hell is he doing? How long have I been waiting? Then I hear the buzz.

   Frank: I like that position you're in, I may just have you greet me that way everyday.

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

   Frank: How was your day, pet?

   Michael: Boring, Sir.

   Frank: Good. What do you think a pet does all day?

   Michael: I guess so, Sir.

   Frank: Hmmmm... I think you need a lesson, pet?

What does he mean?

   Frank: Get another lock and the small steel cable.

Fuck! now what is he up to?

   Michael: Yes, Sir ... Got them.

   Frank: Remove the lock at the front of the hood.

   Michael: Done, Sir.

   Frank: Same drill as before; Pull the hood's top zipper down and run the cable through it... only this time lock the ends of the cable to the suit's zipper pull.

Locking it to the suit caused two things to happen, first the zipper pull sat even lower than before, just above my mouth, and second, whenever I moved my head up or even side to side, the zipper pull would be forced to slide down even further, completely covering my mouth. In order to see again I had to tilt my head down and push the zipper back up. Damn this guy was devious!!!

   Frank: How's that, you whiny bitch! Constantly having to move the zipper back up should keep you from being bored.

   Michael: yes sir... sorry sir

   Frank: I'll see you in the morning, pet... At 8pm.

   Michael: please sir... dont keep me locked like this all night

   Frank: Keep whining, bitch and I'll make it worse. You survived last night. You'll be fine.

   Michael: yes sir... sorry sir

I wait around for a response, but never get one. I get up and head into the living to continue watching TV. This proves to be impossible. The zipper is kept so low that I can't really see anything that isn't directly under my nose. So, I get and head into the bedroom. I put on some music and lay down on the bed. Every time I move to switch positions the zipper gets pulled down. At some point I just give up and leave it... This is going to be a very long night.