LifeBreath 5 First Overnight

Author: Vibologist
Title: LifeBreath 5 First Overnight
Date: 10 May 2010

I sat on the leather couch after my punishment and fucking quietly pondering my situation. Master Sean had left me momentarily to go upstairs. Sir had turned out to be much more intense than I had even imagined. Our prior IM and email sessions had led me to believe that he was a Master who knew what he liked and demanded it and that had created an obsession in me to submit to him and enter his world. Sitting here now, I was seriously wondering if I had gotten myself in over my head. My shoulders, back and ass were throbbing with every heartbeat from the kiss of the cat. Looking down at my bare chest I saw bright red raised welts alternating with well placed dark bruised stripes already forming. I could only imagine how my back and ass must look. Despite the pain, I found myself reveling in the feeling of being striped front and back. A surge of pride filled me as I realized that these marks would surely take days to fade, badges of courage and endurance.

After a time, Master Sean came back down to the basement dungeon. This time he was only wearing a leather jock, black gloves and knee high lace up boots. He must have been taking a break to eat because when the door opened and closed, the aroma of roast beef and mashed potatoes poured down the stairs like a cloud from heaven. Instantly my stomach barked to life reminding me that I had not eaten anything since my cup of plain yogurt the night before. The intense excitement of the past hours had distracted me, but no longer.

Striding to the sofa Master Sean asked, "How are you feeling boy?" Then stood arms folded staring into my eyes, patiently waiting for my reply. Nobody has ever accused me of being a slow learner, especially when a lesson is taught with a flogger!

"Sir, I am feeling cold and extremely hungry. In fact, I feel like I am starving Sir." The combination of my nakedness, profuse sweating during the punishment, nervousness and the coolness of the basement dungeon had started me shivering.

"Excellent, boy, you have learned." Sir said, "I will repeat, all I want is honesty, I never want you to give me an answer based on what you 'think' I want to hear, because that answer will automatically be wrong. I will see what I can do to warm you up. Stretch out on your back."

On the oversized sofa nearly yelped when my skin touched the cold leather. Master Sean approached and lay his nearly nude body on top of mine. In moments the shivering stopped as I absorbed his body heat into mine. Being pinned down by his full body weight made me feel secure and very horny. My cock rose and pressed against Sir's as I basked in his warmth. Master Sean gripped my head in his powerful hands and raised slightly on his elbows. "I like your responsiveness boy," he said nose to nose, "your hardness tells me you enjoy receiving your basic needs from me. Think hard with your brain as well as your cock. How far do you want to continue with this?"

Sir's warm breath in my face still carried the delicious aroma of the roast beef and a hint of wine. My stomach growled again audibly and Sir felt the rumbling transferred to his torso. Looking into his eyes, I smiled. "Sir, I have never been so sexually turned on by anything or anyone else before. I have never felt so ALIVE before for that matter. I honestly do not know what you mean when you ask, how far?"

Without loosening the grip on my head, Master Sean leaned down and sealed his mouth over mine. We were lost in another world of tongues, teeth and lips. If only this kiss could go on for hours! But, long before I had my fill, Sir raised up again. "Fair question. I want to take you into a journey of discovery. Along the way, you will learn how to fully open up and receive your essential needs from me. You will still maintain your home, work your job and have an independant life. But when we are together we will share everything, even the breath of life. Does that sound like something you want?"

As Sir spoke I found myself gasping with excitement. "Sir, that is what I have craved all of my life! I cannot believe you are making this offer. Yes Sir, I want to go with you on this journey. Thank you S..." My words were swallowed up in Master Sean's mouth as he resumed the kiss.

"I will take that as a 'yes' then," Sir said. "The rules are the same, total honesty, total obedience, no more, no less. Agreed?"

Feeling self conscious of a tear running down my cheek, I nodded, "Agreed Sir."

"Are you warm again?" Sir asked.

"Yes Sir, I feel warm and wonderful."

"Good!" Master Sean said as he lifted his body off of mine. "You have had a very long day my boy and you must be exhausted. There will be much more play tomorrow, but for now I need to get you ready to rest. It is 1:00 AM after all."

"1:00 AM? No way!" Indeed it had been a long day, but the time seemed since arriving at Master Sean's house had flown by like minutes...possibly with the exception of the time during the punishment flogging, those minutes had crept by like eons! "No wonder I am so hungry!"

Master Sean clipped the leash to my collar and led me through the basement to a room filled with cabinets and closets to prepare me for sleep. There was very little furniture in the room. Just a rolling tray table and a changing bench. "Lean over the bench boy," Sir ordered.

Standing bent over, hands on the bench, Sir rolled the tray table over to my waiting ass. Once again I felt lubed fingers stretching my asshole kneeding it until it was fully relaxed. I shuddered with anticipation as a thick smooth round tipped hose was slowly inserted into my hole. With a twisting motion it was pushed in farther, then removed, then repeated only to go in deeper each time. Once nearly 3 feet in my gut, Master Sean was satisfied. Taking a large plunger pump, Sir squeezed a measure of thick lube into my gut. Pulling out a few inches another glob of lube. The process was repeated until I was filled with the slime and it was oozing out my asshole. Master Sean then produced a stainless steel butt plug, this time much larger than the one I had enjoyed earlier and began to drive it into my ass. It took some deep breathing and concentration to accept it, but I was finally able to take it all in. Just so there would be no danger of my expelling it, Master Sean produced a thick black rubber belt with built in cockring and a black leather strap that went between my legs and attached to the plug firmly holding it in place. At least I would not have to worry about expelling the plug accidentally should I actually fall asleep...very doubtful...but possible.

Once fully plugged I was led to one side of the room by an exhaust fan which Sir turned on. From the table he produced an industrial dust mask which he placed over my mouth and nose. Drawing the straps tight I could feel the masking sealing onto my face. Master Sean then produced a second mask and tightened it onto his own face. "Got to get you powdered up boy," he said, "the powder is dangerous for the lungs but good for my rubber. Now close your eyes." With that, Sir covered me head to toe in a thick layer of talcum powder. I looked like a tall skinny white alien when I opened my eyes. When the air was cleared of the dusty powder, Sir led me back to the bench and handed me a full body rubber catsuit with an opening for my head and one just large enough for my cock and balls. The suit was of heavy guage rubber making it difficult to stretch. It took Master Sean's as well as my own strength to pull open the reinforced neck opening enough for me to slide my powdered torso through. Once through the opening, the powder really helped me adjust the suit to a perfect TIGHT fit. I didn't even want to think about how hard it would be to get out of this suit, that is IF I ever wanted out...High unlikely.

"Stay put," Sir ordered then left the room for a moment. Returning, he said, "Open your mouth." In his hand was a black plastic dental guard, the type that athletes use, that he had just taken from a pot of hot water. Placing it carefully in my mouth he directed, "Close and bite down hard." I did as he said and my teeth made a perfect impression in the plastic. A few moments to cool and the guard was now my own. The guard covered my teeth top and bottom and fully filled my mouth. An ingenious and effective gag I thought to myself. In the front center of the guard gag was a small hole for breathing between the upper and lower teeth. Even with such a mouthful, it was really very comfortable.

From a drawer Master Sean retrieved a heavy rubber hood. "This will complete your sleepwear," he said. Carefully folding back the rubber I could see that there were no eyeholes and two rubber nostril tubes protruded into the hood. Taking a few drops of his spit to lubricate the tubes, he carefully inserted them into my nose as far as they would reach, then stretched the rest of the hood over my head. It felt as tight as the catsuit, surely it must have been at least one size too small for me. This would take some getting used to! The mouth hole was only a small opening which allowed breathing, but not much else. The combination guard gag and hood made it nearly impossible to make any sounds whatsoever, even primitive grunts could barely be heard.

Thus suited up, i felt a tug on the collar as Sir led me to my "Sleeping Chamber," a small room at the back of the basement that had once been only a root cellar (I only learned this later when Sir showed it to me without the hood). "Step down carefully," Sir said, his hands guiding and steadying me to prevent falling. I stepped down and felt my foot sinking into what I came to realize was very thick soft foam. "Now lie down and relax." I did as I was told and felt the foam molding to every contour of my body. If only my bed at home was this comfortable, I would never have a bad night of sleep.

"Hold perfectly still now, do not move a muscle." Master Sean ordered. I then felt his hands on my cock. Maybe he is going to give me the release I have been needing. All of this excitement had me ready to blow at any time. But to my surprise I felt a shock as a catheter began threading its way up my cock to my bladder. Involuntarily I jumped only to receive a swift slap to the balls. "I said, hold perfectly still, I will not have you wetting the bed in the night, now do as I say." With a deep breath I endured the catheterization, albeit shaking by the end of it. I felt Sir's hands positioning my head and a thin rubber tube being pushed through the hole in my guard gag. Master Sean released the clamp on the hose and I felt a flood of relief from my bladder and then tasted a flood of my piss flowing through the hose directly into my mouth. To keep from drowning I swallowed as fast as I could until my bladder was emptied and the pressure subsided. "For the rest of the night, you won't have to get up to piss or get a drink, I have taken care of that for you," Sir said with a laugh.

Finally two hoses were attached to the nostril hoses on my hood. These hoses would supply fresh air for breathing when the lid to my bed was lowered. A moment of panic struck me as I felt foam similar to the mattress first touch my body then press down tightly. The foam molded itself to the top of my body completely immobilizing me. It had just enough "give" so that I could breath, but there was no moving. I could feel rather than hear latches being locked as the lid to the custom casket was sealed for the night. I felt a "thump thump" as Master Sean rapped the lid to say, "Sweet dreams!"