Forced Situation - 4 Having Doubts

Author: leathergearboy
Title: Forced Situation - 4. Having Doubts
Date: 30 April 2014

Note from author:

Glad you're all enjoying this story, it's proving to be quite difficult to write - get way too horny. ;) Anyway, I hope the formatting style isn't too distracting from the story? All my stories are written directly in HTML on my website, then copied and reformatted for this site.

Oh, and please excuse all the typos. Can't fix them here once the story is published, but if you find any please let me know, so I can update my site. Thanks!

Anyway, enjoy the fourth chapter... :-)


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Having Doubts

Not able to do anything except lay around eventually causes me to start thinking about my current situation. When I pull the zipper as far up as it will go, all I can see is my leather encased body and the locks that keep me imprisoned in it. The leather feels so good, and looks so damned hot. I run my hands over my torso down to my crotch and down my thighs and back up again. The more I dwell on it the more turned I become by it. My dick aches in its cage - I've never been so frustrated in my life and there's nothing I can do about it. Fuck! Technically though, I'm not REALLY physically locked up and I could take the chastity cage off if I wanted to. The problem is, Frank would find out about it and I don't know what he'd do. Do I care though?

I hear a beep from my computer, I get up and see that Frank has sent me a message...

   Frank: What are you doing, slave?

   Michael: nothing ... just laying in bed sir

   Frank: Why haven't you sent any photos?

Oh shit! He still wanted me to take the photos?

   Michael: sorry sir ... didnt know you still wanted me to do that

   Frank: Did I ever tell you to stop, bitch?

   Michael: no sir ... you didnt

   Frank: Do it now!

   Michael: yes sir ... sorry sir

Taking the pictures is a bit more difficult than earlier due to the extremely limited vision and the damned thing constantly sliding closed.

   Michael: sent sir

   Frank: Checking...

A few moments pass...

   Frank: Got them, slave... But going to have punish you for not sending them on time.

   Michael: yes sir ... sorry sir

   Frank: Your chains are 3 feet each, right?

   Michael: yes sir

   Frank: Get one and two plastic locks

   Michael: yes sir

   Frank:Use one lock to lock your bondage socks together to one end of the chain.

   Michael: yes sir

It sounded easier than it is. With all the gear on and the semi-bulky gloves, it's hard to keep my ankles close enough to together to loop the lock through the chain and the D-rings of the bondage socks. Making things even worse, the zipper on the hood keeps being pulled down.

   Michael: done sir

   Frank: Now feed the other end of the chain through a d-ring on each wrist restraint and then lock the chain to itself.

   Michael: yes sir

   Frank: Good boy.

   Frank: Let me see both locks.

Lifting my legs in the air up to the webcam wasn't too bad, but trying to get my wrists up was a bit difficult.

   Frank: Good, slave. Now stand up in the middle of the room so I can see you.

Feeding the chain through the rings uses up a good six inches of chain. So now there's only two and a half feet between my wrists and ankles. This forces me to bend down slightly to stand.

   Frank: Turn a round a couple of times, slave.

   Frank: Very nice. Now get on your hands and knees and crawl around in a circle in front of the camera.

Crawling around is not very easy with my wrists and ankles bound together.

   Frank: Damn that looks so amazing, pet.

   Frank: Now kneel in the middle of the floor and bow your head to your Master, slave.

   Frank: Fuck yeah, pet. Nothing but a leather object for my amusement.

   Frank: You may have been bitten off more than you can chew this time, bitch.

   Frank: You've got me so damned horny thinking about being my full time slave.

   Frank: Kept locked up in all that leather. Locked in chains. Locked up in my cage. Completely dependent on me for everything.

   Frank: Nothing but a leather bondage toy for me to keep restrained and tease.

   Frank: Fuck yeah, slave. Just think, slave, this is going to be your new life.

   Frank: And there's not anything you can do about it. I own your ass, bitch.

Damn! Reading all of that has my dick so hard, trapped in its cage. I can only imagine he's jerking off while staring at me. There's a long pause before he starts sending me messages again.

   Frank: Sit back in your chair, slave.

I get up and hobble back to my desk and sit down. The zipper of the hood is pulled down again and I discover the only way to reach it to push it back up is to lean forward and lift my legs up a foot or so.

   Frank: How's that dick feel, boy?

   Michael: its very hard sir ... it hurts

   Frank: Why's that, slave?

   Michael: everything you said really turned me on sir ... very horny

   Frank: I figured it would, pet. I know how much you love leather and being controlled.

   Michael: yes sir ... very hot

   Frank: And of course, how much you want to be enslaved, but need to be forced into it.

   Michael: yes sir

   Frank: Say it, slave.

   Michael: i want you to force me to be your slave sir

   Frank: Good, slave. And believe me, I WILL.

   Michael: thank you sir

Fuck! This guy is so damned hot!

   Frank: I think we need to up the ante here.

   Michael: how so sir

   Frank: Need to fuck with your mind a bit...

   Frank: I want you to unlock your back door every night before you go to bed.

Is this guy crazy?

   Michael: why sir

   Frank: Why do you think, bitch? I may decide on a whim to drive down to play with you or kidnap you without warning...

   Frank: I want you to be nervous and anxious while you're trying to sleep ... should keep you groggy and exhausted, makes it easier to break your will.

   Michael: kidnap me sir

   Frank: Yes, slave. Bring you back home with me, so you can start your new life as my pet.

Damn! I'll say it again, he is very hot, but he is crazy if he thinks I'm going to leave my door unlocked all night!?

   Michael: i dont know if i can keep the door unlocked sir ... would feel very uncomfortable

   Frank: I don't care if you're comfortable or not. You will leave the door unlocked. If I come down and it is locked, you will wake the next morning to find photos of you posted all over your neighborhood. Got it, bitch?

   Michael: yes sir

   Frank: That's what I thought, slave.

   Frank: I'll see you in the morning.

Before I could respond, he logs off.

What am I getting myself into? I reluctantly get up and hobble to the back door of the duplex and unlock it. I make my way to my bed and lay down - there's nothing else I can do chained up the way I am. So, I lay there thinking of the door being unlocked allowing him to enter my place whenever he wanted. I immediately get turned on by the thought of that and start thrusting my crotch into the bed in a futile attempt to get some relief. The fantasy is extremely hot, but the reality is a bit scary even though I seriously doubt this is anything but a game he's playing with me. Kidnapping and even the blackmail are illegal. While that may be true, it is still fun and he seems to be very capable of enforcing control and submission, which turns me on even more. I again begin to dwell on the leather I'm currently imprisoned in. It feels so good - nice and tight, squeezing my entire body. I wonder what it would feel like to really be locked in. Unable to remove the padlocks and take the gear off. Fuck! This is so frustrating. I am so damned horny right now. I just want to take this cage off and jerk off.

I lay there the rest of night unable to get very much sleep. The thought of him possibly coming over had me listening and reacting to every little noise I heard. Each time causing me to lift and turn my head, which would pull the hood's zipper down. To push the zipper back up, I would need to curl my legs up towards my chest so that my chained hands could reach the hood. This happened over and over again all through the night.

I'm at my computer first thing in the morning, totally exhausted. My dick is throbbing in its cage, but my mind is reaching a point of complete indifference to this whole slave/control thing.

   Michael: good morning sir

   Frank: Good morning, slave. How did you sleep last night?

   Michael: horrible sir .. so tired

   Frank: Good, slave.

Good?! How is that good? I can feel myself becoming a little bit angry.

   Michael: think we could take a break for a little bit sir

   Frank: Yes, slave. That's what I had planned for you this morning...

Oh. Thank God!

   Michael: thank you sir

   Frank: But first...

Fuck. Now what?

   Frank: Go clean out your ass, then get your dildo locked in your ass using your leather jock.

   Michael: yes sir

Giving myself an enema in the leather suit is a little trickier, but it is possible without making a mess if I take my time doing it. You'd think that what's expelled from my ass would be the biggest concern, but the fact is, the lube makes a much bigger mess since it's usually all over your hands. This is where latex gloves come in handy! Allows me to do this type of stuff even while my hands are locked in leather gloves.

   Frank: Get up close to the camera when you slide the dildo in your ass.

I attach the dildo to the harness and lube the tip. I rub the head of the dildo against my hole to coat it with lube. Add more lube to the dildo and push and twist it into my hole to coat the inside. Then lube the entire dildo so I can push it all the way in. Getting the head of the dildo pushed past my sphincter is always the hardest part, but a little bit of grinding helps.

   Frank: Fucken hot, you little bitch. Fuck yourself with it. 25 times.

Once the head is through, I slowly push the dildo all the way in and then pull it back out the length of the shaft. I repeat that 25 times as instructed.

I push it all the way to the base and take off the latex gloves and wipe away any lube with a warm, wet rag. Then close up the rear zipper and buckle up the rear strap.

   Frank: Use a plastic lock for the rear strap.

   Michael: yes sir

I show him the lock before locking up the rear strap.

   Frank: Very good, slave.

   Michael: thank you sir

   Frank: How does that dildo feel?

   Michael: still a little uncomfortable ... but starting to feel better sir

   Frank: Good, slave. With a little practice and stretching, it will feel nice in your ass.

   Michael: yes sir

   Frank: Will have to hook it up to my fucking machine and give you many nice long fuckings to turn you into a complete bitch.... begging to have your hole filled and for me to fuck you long and hard.

   Michael: yes sir ... thank you sir

   Frank: Ok, slave... Time to start some training...

Training? What the hell have I been doing all this time?

   Michael: training sir

   Frank: Yes, boy... bondage training.

   Frank: Obviously, I can't be there to tie you up, so whatever positions I have you bound in won't be nearly as stressful as they could be.

   Michael: stressful sir

   Frank: Yes, slave. When you're not locked in the cage, and I'm not playing with you, you'll be kept in extremely tight, immobilizing bondage positions.

   Michael: why sir

   Frank: Why? Because I like keeping my toys bound up that way...

   Frank: Get your spreader bar, handcuffs, and gag... two clips and a plastic lock.

   Michael: yes sir

I get everything while wondering what he has in store for me.

   Michael: ok sir

   Frank: Good, slave...

   Frank: Now here's what I want you to do...

   Frank: Sit on the floor in the middle of your room, spread your legs and clip your ankles to the ends of the spreader bar...

   Frank: Use the plastic pad lock to secure the handcuffs to the middle eye-bolt on the spreader bar...

   Frank: Slide the gag in your mouth, pull the zipper all the way down...

   Frank: Then secure your hands in the cuffs.

   Frank: You will remain that way until you hear a buzz from me.

   Frank: A that point, you can break the lock securing the cuffs to the spreader bar, detach your ankles, break the lock securing the hood's zipper pull to the suit, unzip the hood and pull out the gag, and take the handcuffs off. Then sit down at your computer and wait for further instructions.

   Frank: Got it, slave?

   Michael: yes sir

As soon as I sit down, I realize this is not going to be too much fun when I feel the dildo being pushed further into my ass. Getting bound up is pretty easy, but before I zip the hood closed, I make sure the handcuffs are opened and positioned correctly so that I will be able to reach the keyhole later. When completely finished, I'm pretty much trapped in this position, unable to move except maybe fall backward. My legs are spread wide and bent at the knees and my back is slightly hunched over so my wrists can reach the spreader bar. I try to lean forward as much as possible to see if I can grab at the hood's zipper in case I panick - I can't. I'd have to break the plastic lock securing the handcuffs.

This position doesn't feel so bad. Whenever I move, even the in the slightest, I feel the dildo poking at my insides. After a while of being isolated this way, it's really the only sensation I have, so I find myself rocking back and forth, fucking myself to help occupy my time. Then I start to feel a slight ache in my back. I try and sit up straight to relieve the ache, but to do that I have to pull the spreader bar up enough that my feet no longer touch the ground. I almost fall over backward - it's not easy balancing myself on my ass alone. Not much longer after that, I start to feel a "stretch" in my groin from my legs being spread apart for so long. It's not bad, but it dawns on me, that it's probably going to get worse after a while. I think to myself that I should've started my stretching exercises earlier and hope that Frank allows me to continue them, otherwise this could get very painful.

My exhaustion starts to take over; even being locked in this position I can't help but doze off. This has an adverse affect though, as it becomes impossible to tell how long I've been in this position. The only thing I have to gauge how much time has passed is how by how much my muscles ache. My entire back, shoulders and legs all hurt. At this point I begin to wonder if this is all worth it. This isn't really something I was into or even ever thought of. I'm definitely going to have to bring this up to him when we're done.

At first I think I'm just dreaming, but I do recognize the buzz coming from my messenger client... I am so exhausted it's difficult to break the plastic lock securing the cuffs to the bar, but with enough twisting and pulling, it finally breaks. I release my ankles and break the lock keeping the zipper pulls together. As I unzip the hood I pull the gag out of my mouth. I get up and sit down in front of the computer as instructed.

   Frank: Very good, slave. How was it?

   Michael: Awful, Sir. :-(

   Frank: Why? It was only for an hour, pussy.

   Michael: I am so exhausted, Sir; tired and my body aches.

   Frank: Perfect, Slave. Exactly how I was hoping you'd feel.

What a fucken dick, I think to myself.

   Michael: Really, Sir? This is not something I am into or looking for.

   Frank: Tough shit, slave. You're my toy and you'll do whatever I want, whenever I want, for as long as I want.

Now there's a little bit of depression mixed in with the anger and exhaustion.

   Michael: I think I just need a break, Sir.

   Frank: A break?

   Michael: Yes, Sir. Was thinking we could stop all of this, so I can rest for a while. Starting to feel a little depressed.

   Frank: What do you mean by, "all of this", bitch?

   Michael: I mean everything. Let me take all the gear off and rest, and have some time to myself for a while. Maybe go out and meet up with friends. Sleep peacefully tonight. And then we can start back up again tomorrow. I promise.

He doesn't respond. I wait a few minutes...

   Michael: Sir?

   Frank: Today you're going to spend your time cataloging all your gear, I know exactly what you have. I want everything, don't leave anything out, slave.

   Michael: Sir, did you read my last message?

   Frank: For each item, I want a photo, a description, how often you use it, and a rating from 1 to 5 on how much you enjoy it being used on you. Email them individually to me with "Slave Gear" as the subject.

   Michael: Please, Sir.

   Frank: Of course all the gear you're currently wearing can be excluded.

Is he ignoring me, or did he not get the message? I decide to send it again...

   Michael: Can I please take all the gear off and rest, and have some time to myself for a while and then we can start back up again tomorrow?

   Frank: I got your message the first time, bitch. I chose to overlook it considering your current emotional state, but you will be punished for bringing it up again.

   Frank: A non-answer from me should always be considered a "denied request".

   Michael: Please, Sir. I really need a break.

   Frank: I gave you my answer, bitch. Now you're up to two punishments.

   Michael: Please, Sir. I wouldn't ask, if I didn't really think I needed it. I've done everything you asked and wanted up to this point... I really need a little break.

   Frank: I'll be back on when I get home from work. You better have all your gear cataloged and photographed as I requested.

   Michael: Will you at least consider it, Sir?

The messenger client shows that he signed off.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I am so close to just taking everything off right now and just saying "Fuck it!" I sit and stare at the computer, hoping he logs back on. He never does. After a while I calm down and decide to do as he asked. Leaving the gear on isn't going to make the chore any better or worse. When he logs back on tonight, I can ask again and hopefully talk some sense into him.

I don't have a lot of gear, but it is enough to keep me busy well into the afternoon, finally finishing around 4:30pm. Still exhausted and sore I decide to lay down on the bed. It feels good not to be restrained in any way and allows me to stretch out and relax a bit - it doesn't take long before I fall asleep. When I wake up, the first thing I notice is that it's dark outside. I quickly turn and pick up my phone to see what time it is... 12:30am. Oh fuck! I rush to my computer...

   Frank: Very good, slave. I got all your emails and made a database of all your gear except for what you're wearing of course.

Ten minutes later (7:40pm)...

   Frank: Are you there, slave? I can only assume you fell asleep?

   Frank: Any how... I've decided your punishment for earlier today...

   Frank: 1. You will not be allowed to remove your chastity device before work Saturday. And I don't care what was promised earlier.

   Frank: 2. Before you go to bed each night, in addition to leaving the rear door unlocked, I now want you restrained...

   Frank: 2a. Chastity jock locked on with the dildo locked in - use real locks, not plastic.

   Frank: 2b. Your legs strapped up (buckles on the backside) at ankles, below knees, above knees, and upper thigh.

   Frank: 2c. Handcuffs locked to the jock (using same padlock used to lock the cod piece) and your hands secured in the cuffs.

   Frank: 2d. The hood's zippers pulled shut so the only your mouth is exposed.

   Frank: I think that'll make it extremely easy for me to take immediate control of you if I ever decide to show up.

Another hour goes by (9:00pm)...

   Frank: Where the fuck are you, bitch?

   Frank: You're starting to piss me off.

Another two hours goes by (11:00pm)...

   Frank: To think I was really considering talking with you about letting you take a break. You just let that opportunity go out the window.

Midnight...

   Frank: Ok, bitch. I'm going to bed - I gotta be up early. I can still only assume you're sleeping, but you'll need to prove it...

   Frank: I want photos of you and close ups of all the plastic locks so I can see the numbers in my email when I get up.

   Frank: I also want you to turn your webcam on and point it at your bed. If I wake up at anytime during the night, I better see you bound up as I described above.

   Frank: You are to remain in bed until you hear me buzz. At which point you make you're way to your desk, grab the key to unlock the handcuffs.

   Frank: If you fail to meet either of those demands, you will be SEVERELY punished.

Shit! Now he's pissed at me again!

   Michael: Sorry, Sir. I laid down after I was done with the gear. It felt so good and relaxing that I almost immediately fell asleep.

   Michael: Taking photos for you now.

I get all the photos sent. Turn my webcam on and starting preparing myself for bed. Of course I test zipping the hood as he asked, to make sure I could still see and breath properly. After that is confirmed I get myself bound up for the night.

I'm jolted awake. Not sure why? I look around and see that it's light outside. Must be morning I think to myself. I close my eyes again, then I think I hear footsteps. I turn to look at the bedroom doorway and see someone rush into my room and jump on top of me while at the same time completely zipping up the hood. I struggle and yell, but he quickly gets his legs and arms wrapped around my body and uses one hand to tightly cover my mouth, muffling my cries.

He yells at me,

   Shut up the fuck up bitch and calm down.

I struggle more, he responds by squeezing, holding me tighter.

   I said, calm the fuck down, slave. It's your Master, Frank.

After a little more struggling, I settle down.

   Good, boy. No talking, understand?

I nod my head. He slides his hand down and pulls up on the zipper exposing my mouth.

   Open your mouth, bitch.

I do as told and he forcefully shoves my gag into it and zips the hood back up.

   That's better, slave. No need for you to talk anyway. If I ask a question it'll be "yes" or "no" anyway.

He releases his "strange hold" on my body and begins running his hands over me.

   I woke up and saw you're bound up body on the webcam. I thought this would be a great opportunity to take advantage of.

He slaps my hooded head.

   You were whining about needing a break, and yet you still followed my orders and restrained yourself last night... You know what a fucking high that is?

I just shake my head.

   For you to submit to me so completely. I really know I own you, bitch and every time you do something like this, it just makes me believe that you need to be owned by me.

I shake my head again.

   You can say whatever you want, slave, but your actions speak much louder.

I continue to shake my head. He just laughs.

   Fuck yeah, bitch. Deny it all you want, it ain't gonna change my mind. I know you're having doubts and were probably thinking of giving up on all of this. I'm here to make sure you can't act upon those thoughts.

I shake my head even harder and start to struggle. He holds me down and continues to laugh.