My Dream and Desire

Author: bondageloverohio
Title: My Dream and Desire
Date: 07 April 2003

My Dream and Desire By: <a href="mailto:bondageloverohio@yahoo.com">Bondageloverohio</a>

We had talked a number of times on the net, and finally agreed for me to travel to his place out-of-state. I am a bottom and he was a switch, a very experienced bottom and skilled top. We decided to meet and I was going to spend my vacation time there being his “prisoner”. I love heavy bondage and cages, etc. I had a whole 2 weeks planned of it.

I arrived and he picked me up from the bus station, with just my duffel bag over my shoulder. He asked how my trip went, and was I truly ready for what was to come. I announced quite emphatically, “YES!” “Then so be it, slave.” And he pulled out handcuffs, locked my wrists in them and tied them to the car seat frame, belted me in, and we were off.

When we arrived, I was instructed to enter the home, and wait next to the door. I did as instructed, hands still cuffed together, while he went upstairs and I heard a lot of metal noises, like clinking together and scrapping against each other. I am then called up the stairs. “I will take the handcuffs off. You will then enter the bathroom, relieve yourself, and then put the latex catsuit on. It has an attached hood, gloves and feet, and an open crotch. Put it on, and let me know when you are ready. I did as instructed, and he came in, grabbed my arm and led me into another room.

There before me, was a room with cages (dog style, and standing), and a heavy looking Coffin-like box. “Come here!” He was standing next to an open closet. “I need to finish getting you ready.” He pulls out a chastity belt, and begins installing it on me. When that was done, he attaches a dog-tail to the back of the belt, and locks everything together. He then pulls out a hood that looks a lot like a dog’s head. He pulled it over my head. Then strapping and locking everything, he moves on to my hands. He pulled out padded bondage mittens, looking a little like dogs paws. He pulls them on, and locks them. He then places heavily padded latex covered knee pads on my legs and tightens them as much as possible. Then I’m told to get on my knees, and as soon as I do, he places a heavy latex harness on me, and locks the straps to different points on me, making sure I can’t stand up straight any longer. Then a heavy collar is placed on my neck, and I’m brought over to the dog cage. “Get in. This is the first of your bondage trials.” I crawl in and he immediately locks the heavy cage door shut behind me. “You’ll be in here for the next couple of days. Enjoy!”

After a day or so, I felt more than ready to get out, but I had signed a contract before ever showing up giving him all rights over me. If he wanted me like this for a week, he could do so. So I continued in my cage, being fed from a bowl, and relieving myself when he allowed, by going in a bottle, placed there for that purpose in my cage. Not that easy putting it over the end of a chastity belt, when your hands are locked in heavily padded mittens!

On about the 4th day, after he came home from work, he pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and opened the cage. “Crawl out here, Now!” I did as instructed, and he disconnected the harness straps, and then had me stand (Not easy to do quickly!) and led me back to the bathroom. Everything was taken off, but my wrists were back in handcuffs, and I was showered most efficiently. Then I was put over the sink, and given a very large enema. I was then instructed to relieve myself, and I was cleaned up, and led back to the room.

I had to have a Texas Catheter installed and the chastity belt was put back on. I then had my hands released and I was quickly placed into a Latex Straightjacket, with enclosed hood. The hood had Nose tubes for breathing, and a built in gag, again with a tube extended. The hood also had plugs for my ears and pads over the eyes. It was then tightened up, all straps buckled and locked. I was then brought over to I believe the coffin box. I was laid down inside, with many straps to hold every part of me down. I felt the tubes (mouth, nose and catheter) being maneuvered and felt and heard the lid close, and a loud click, signifying the locks being closed. I heard his voice come from I guessed was a speaker inside the box. “You are locked in the box, and I have attached all the hoses to their respective spots on the box. Your food will be automatically given at preset times, and your urine will be collected in a bag. I’m guessing you’ll be like this for 3,4, maybe 5 days. I’m going out of town for the weekend to visit friends. Don’t worry, the machines are battery operated, so no worries on power outages. Have fun!”

I spent an unknown amount of time in this situation. I have no way of knowing how much time was passing, or has passed. When suddenly the lid was wrenched open and he stood there over me. He undid all of the straps, and pulled me up out of the box. I was brought over to the stand up cage, and strapped into it, with the door locked closed again. “mpghhh….mmmphhh…” was all I could say. “You needed to get on your feet for awhile. Well, here you go.” And he walked away.

I struggled quite a bit, and got nowhere. Later that day he re-entered the room, and placed the mouth tube into a bowl of soup. I greedily took it in, then a glass of ice cold water. “I think you’ve had enough of the gag for awhile.” And he went around behind me and unlocked it, and pulled it out of my mouth. My jaw hurt so bad, after being in it for days. “Thank you…” was all I got out before he smacked my mouth. “No one gave you permission to speak, slave. You’ve done well. You’ve been here 9 days” 9 days already????, I thought, “and I want to ask how you’ve been enjoying this.” “Its all I could have hoped for Sir, and more. But I need to get out of this for awhile. I need some time to stretch my muscles, and get some good sleep, Sir.” “No! You are my property, per the contract. I don’t want you loose. You will remain tied up, but I suppose I can change things a bit for you.”

I was then released of everything, and led to the bathroom again. I was given the enema, and then pulled into the shower and efficiently cleaned again. I was then redressed in the latex catsuit, the chastity belt, a hood and a collar and led into the room again. I was then made to get into the dog cage again. “Lay on you back, with your head near the back.” I did as instructed, and he hooked chains from the collar to the bottom back of the cage. Then brought my hands up to the top of the cage, and locked them in shackles attached to the top bars, then had me lift my legs to what looked like a sitting position on my back. My ankles were put in shackles attached to the top bars near the door, and some padded leather straps were placed under my knees to help support my legs. “Hope you’re comfortable. You’ll be spending awhile like this now. Good Night slave.” And he turned off all of the lights, and shut the door as he exited the room.

I felt good this way for a few hours, but then started to ache and hurt where the shackles bit into me somewhat. I began calling for the Master. He quickly came to the room, rather angry at the interruption and I told him the problem I was having. “Let me help you a little bit, here.” He disconnected the shackles one-by-one, placing pieces of thick latex between my wrists and the shackles, and the same with my legs. “There you are boy. It won’t dig in now.” And he started to leave. “Sir, I can’t stay like this for days Sir. I’m enjoying my time here, but I can’t handle this right now.” And he turned and went to the closet again, pulled out a gag, and proceeded to me where he forced it in to my mouth, and locked it closed. “I don’t remember anything in the contract that gives you any rights, and I don’t want to hear it. Quiet, Slave.” And he left again.

He would come in every few hours in the daytime for the next 3 days. It was time to go. I had 12 days to be there, with 2 days of travel time for my 2 weeks off. He came in and began releasing me, when he stopped in the middle of it all. “I really enjoyed having you here, slave. And I’m going to reward both of us.” He finished releasing me, and after a few minutes of cleaning, he came up behind me, and all I remember is a rag going over my face. When I came to, I was again Hooded, Gagged (with the one that has a tube through it), hoses in my nostrils to breathe, collared, dressed in the latex catsuit, Had the Texas Catheter back on, hooked up in my chastity belt, and I was again strapped down inside the coffin box. He was hooking all the tubes up when he saw my eyes open.

“Well, here’s our reward! I decided I want a 24/7 slave, kept like this. You want to be a 24/7 slave, and you’ve been kept like this. Why end a great thing?” I was getting awfully nervous now. “I’m going to leave for the bus terminal like normal, with a blowup doll dressed in the front seat, so the neighbors will verify I left. I’ll deflate it after I leave the neighborhood, and when I get to the station, I’ll turn around and come back, so the timing is right too, if someone could actually track me down. I know you only told your family the town that the bus ticket took you to, so I’m going to chance you never told them my name. If you did, I’ve got the alibi of going to the bus station. You left, I dropped you off. If you never got on a bus, it’s not my problem. Right? So, slave, you’re mine now, both of us enjoying your slavery.” And he finished closing the lid, and locking it shut.

No way to get loose or let anyone know anything. I lay there, everything sinking in. I left for his house not telling anyone exactly where I was going, and now I was going to pay the price. Or was I? Here I am being exactly what I’ve dreamt and desired to be. I suppose this is the best thing that could have ever happened to me.

I am a slave, forever in bondage, forever living my desire.

The End…