My Fist Buring Man Experience - Part 1

Author: DogSlave
Title: My Fist Buring Man Experience - Part 1
Date: 15 September 2013

This story is meant for this site only and is not to be duplicated in any form or fashion. Please excuse any errors as it is very difficult to write my experience on this computer given my current bondage situation and the fact that my Master has only given me one hour to complete my first entry about my first bondage experience under his control. I hope you enjoy the experience and look forward to your comments.

Ever since I was a little kid I had heard stories about Burning Man and had always dreamed about partying in the desert with people from all walks of life with various interest. I just graduated college this past spring and have been looking for a job to help make ends meet. I have not been able to find a good paying job and unfortunately had to move back in with my parents. My parents have been putting a lot of pressure on me to find a job and become more independent. Most of my days lately have been spent surfing the web. My parents think I am looking for jobs but I have been looking into various BDSM camps at Burning Man and chatting with several people to see if there were any interesting camps that I could join for the week long celebration. I finally came in contact with a man named Peter. Peter is well aware of my current situation and my need to just get away and release. I mentioned to Peter that I had looking into various BDSM camps at Burning Man and his seemed particularly interesting because they seem very open into helping people understand BDSM. I have never tried any bondage but mentioned to Peter that I have always dreamed about serving a master. Peter not only offered me to be a part of his camp but said they were looking for a young submissive slave to be a part of this year’s camp. After providing Peter with a quick description of myself (young 6 ft. 2 in., fit, 22 year old blonde male with green eyes) he thought I would be perfect. Peter also being concerned that I was still living with my parents offered me a job in Portland Oregon following the burn. He would not give me too many details about the position but assured me that my employment would be enough to cover all of my living expenses. Peter mentioned that he will be sending me a package that would include instructions, directions on how to find their camp at Burning Man and some other items. Peter told me not to open the package until I was about an hour drive from the entrance to the festival.

I told my parents that I found a new job opportunity that started at the end of the month and required me to move to Portland. Knowing my parents as not being too tech savvy, I made up a story that my new job was in the technology industry helping to create new applications for the i-phone, so they would not ask me too many questions. The job actually did not start for a few weeks but I wanted to go to Burning Man and I knew my parents would be against me attending the festival as they think it is just a big hippie drug festival in the middle of the desert.

I started to back my bags and load them into my car to set off on my journey to Burning Man and my new job. I gave my parents a big hug and left on my way to the desert. The entire drive I had been staring at the package on the passenger seat next to me. I was so excited to open the package but wanted to make sure I listened to Peters instructions to only open the package within a one hour drive of the gate. I started at the package for the next seven hours wondering what could be in the box. Finally my GPS indicated that I was one hour away from my destination. I pulled the car over to the side of the road to open the box from Peter. Upon opening the box, I found a letter from Peter which was addressed to Party Slave. In the letter Peter indicated that my new name shall be party slave and that I would learn to love my new experience as his own person BDSM slave at Burning Man. I am only to refer to Peter as Master going forward and obey his every command until I am set free. I felt as though my dreams had been answered. I have always wanted to be someone slave for a day and now I had the opportunity to be a slave for a full week. I was not sure what my Master meant about referring to me as his Party Slave but I am sure that I would soon find out what this meant. My Master indicated that there were to items in the box that I should now open. The first set of items was a butt plug and some lube for easy insertion. I had never put anything up my ass and was a little nervous but according to my penis, I was also very excited at the same time just from looking at the plug. The plug was about 8 inches long and quite large in size. I had no idea how it was even possible that it would fit in my ass but I am sure that it could be possible if my Master had provided it to me to use. The directions in the letter told me to apply the lube liberally to the plug and insert it into my ass. I opened the tube of lube and spread it evenly all over the black plug. My Master instruction told me to get into my back seat and bend over to open my ass as much as possible for easier insertion. As I bent over and started to insert the plug, I felt an extreme pain as my hole reached the larger portion of the plug. I could not push it any further and it definitely was not even near to being in the full eight inches and the last portion of the plug had the largest circumference which was almost the size of a small fist. I took a deep breath as the pre-cum dripped on my bag seat and pushed the plug as hard as I could. All of the sudden I realized that it was completely stuck up my ass. I let out a huge scream from the pain as it felt like I just ripped a new hole in my ass. I got out of my back seat and had trouble even standing. The burn in my ass was driving me crazy but I knew I had to follow all of my Master directions as I did not want to disappoint him. His letter also indicated that if I did not follow his instruction that I would be severely punished once I reached the camp.

I took out the next set of items from the box. It was a leather harness. There were specific instruction from my Master on how to apply the harness. I was supposed to step into the harness with each leg and pull it up around my waste. There was a leather strap that went up the crack of my ass which connected to the piece around my waste. I was then to pull my balls through a small metal ring in the front of the harness. I had to squeeze one balls at a time through the ring as it was a fairly small ring. Once my balls made it through the ring I pressed the ring to the base of my balls. The other two straps were to be tightened as much as possible around my waste. Once I tightened each of the straps. I felt the butt plug get pushed deeper into my ass by the leather strap on the back portion of the harness. Once the harness was tight I applied the locks as instructed. Once I locked myself into the harness, I noticed that my Master had not included any keys in the package. The harness could no longer be removed. My balls were securely sounded with a metal ring and the plug was so deep in my ass that I could barely walk without experiencing excruciating pain. I began to think that this whole experience may be a mistake and too much for me to handle, but there was no turning back. Not only did I not want to disappoint my Master, but if I had any intention of ever removing the harness I would need the key to the lock which I had hoped my Master had at the camp. I then looking inside the package to see if there were any more items. There were two more items to apply to complete my set of instructions. I reached into the box to find a metal cylinder. The instruction indicated that was to insert my penis into the cylinder and attach the cylinder to the metal ring around the base of my balls. Being that my penis was still hard with excitement, I had to figure a way to calm myself in order to be able to fit the metal cylinder around my cock. I tried to focus on other things but it was not working. I decided that the only way would be to use some ice from my cold beverage I picked up at the gas station at my last stop. I started rubbing the ice on my cock and it gradually began to reduce back to its normal size. I still had a lot of trouble fitting my cock into the cylinder but once it made it all the way into I started to look for the point of connection for the metal ring around my balls. I lined them up and pressed and heard a click. My Master indicated that once I hear the click my penis would be secure. The next note that I read just under the directions to attach the cylinder to the ball ring is what had me very worried. The note indicated that my penis was now securely locked within a chastity device and that I would not be allowed to touch my own penis without my Master removing the metal cylinder. The note indicated that the cylinder will remain locked in place for the entire week at Burning Man with the exception for one party in which just the cylinder will be removed for a one hour period. While I was impressed that my Master already had something planned for me I was curious what would happen during that hour. I was also concerned how I would make it through a whole week without being able to touch my own penis. I was used to masturbating at least one or twice a day for as long as I can remember and had no idea how I could make a full week with my penis trapped in metal.

The final item in the package was a small white tube. The instruction told me to open that top of the tube and squeeze the contents into my mouth and hold it there for at least five minutes. I took it out ripped off the top and squeezed every last drop into my mouth. I closed my mouth and held the slightly sour gel in my mouth. It started to grow in size into what felt like some sort of foam substance. Within a minute or do it began to harden. Next thing I knew, my mouth was full of this hard substance. I could no longer open my mouth and my tongue felt like it was suspended in the middle of the hard substance without any ability to move. I tried to yell out but I could only make some muffled sounds. I could no longer cream let alone talk. I had to breathe through my nose and had no idea how this could now be removed if I could no longer even open my mouth. The instruction indicated that I have now completed the first stage of my transformation into a Party Slave. I was now to proceed to follow the instructions to the get and the location of the camp where my Master was waiting for me. As I tried to get back into my car I realized that I could not sit down without having the plug in my ass feel as though it was pushing into my stomach. After several attempts to just sit down I was finally able to deal with the excruciating pain. The pain gradually tuned into excitement for what was still to come. My penis began to get hard and swell against the walls of my metal chastity. I was now surrounded with pain both in my ass and around my penis. The pain was so excruciating that my penis finally began to settle down.

As I approached the gate, the gentlemen asked me for my ticket. He asked me if it was my first time at Burning Man. I just nodded my head up and down since I could no longer talk. He then asked me for the location of my camp. It took a few attempt but I was able to indicate to him that I could not speak. I think he finally thought I was a mute so he handed me a pen and a piece of paper. I wrote down the location of my camp and he pointed me into the right direction. I drove my car into my camp and exited my vehicle. I saw a man that met the description that my Master provided. As I walked over to him he shouted out “Party Slave, welcome to your new home. We have a lot of excitement planned for you this week and we think you are going to have the time of your life. Let me check to make sure that you followed all my instructions appropriately.” My Master came over to me and ripped off my shirt and pants. He was very happy with his visual inspection. “I know you can no longer open your mouth but I can easily dissolve the substance with a special solution that I have made. For the most part your mouth will remain glued shut and you will not be able to speak but I do have a surprise for you which you will have to wait for but it involves releasing your mouth for a short period of time. I am also glad to see my new invention at work for the first time as it seems very effective. I also see you were able to somehow squeeze that massive butt plug into your ass. Now let me check to make sure you tightened the straps enough before you locked them.” My Master came over and pulled on the harness. He looked very disappointed for some reason. Next thing I knew he took out the key for the locks. He removed each lock and tightened the leather straps even more. Before I know it I had tears running down my face as the plug entered even further into my body with each tightening my Master performed on the straps. The pain was almost unbearable at this point. My Master reapplied the locks and said that I would be disciplined for not making the straps as tight as they should be. Before I know it my Master rang a bell and a very large man dressed in all leather came out from behind one of the camp walls. He ordered me to stand at attention as if I was in some military. I stood as straight as I could. He held out a suit made of rubber and ordered me to step into the suit one leg at a time starting with the insertion of my feet into the rubber booties. He then pulled the suit over each of my legs and ordered me to place my arms in the suit. The rubber arms covered both my arms and the rubber mittens covered each of my fist. The leather man then pulled a rubber hood over my head. The hood had eye holes to provide me with limited vision and a mouth whole so I could still breathe. Once my legs, arms and head was completely covered in rubber the leather man zipped up the back of the suit which applied a great deal of pressure over my body as it was pretty tight. I was now encased in a black rubber suit. He then grabbed my arms and started to apply some metal arms braces to each arms. The braces prevented me from bending my arms. At the end of each brace was a metal ball. My hands were forced to make a fist and inserted into the metal ball one by one. The ball was then closed and with the sound of one quick click I realized I could no longer open my hand. The leather man then grabbed each arm and clicked each one to a metal strip that was built into the rubber suit along the each side of my body. I wanted to plead with my Master to let me go but I could not speak once word. I could no longer lift my arms or move them forward or backwards. The leather man then attached a metal brace to each leg. I could no longer bend my legs either. The leather man then took out two metal platform boots. Each built out of sold metal and looked to be very heavy. I was then told to step into each metal boot. A metal flap on the boot ran over the top of my foot. The leather man clicked the metal flap onto the other side of the boot. Each boot felt like it weighted about 20 pounds. I was told to walk around to try out my new platform shoes. I was able to move my legs but it was as if I was lifting heavy weights with each step. Combine that with the inability to bend my legs and I was barely able to walk ten steps without breaking a sweat. My Master started to laugh at the way I was walking. He then ordered leather man to connect the boots to the leg braces. Before I know it I heard another click and my feet were now fused to the leg braces.

“Unfortunately, you did not follow the instructions to the best of your ability. Had you followed them I would not have had to place you in this rubber suit and install these metal braces on your arms and legs but in a devilish way I was hoping you would not follow these instructions. I was going to wait to tell you the news but since you have already disappointed me I will fill you in on the rest of your journey. The braces that were just applied can never be removed. There is no key that will allow me to remove them especially after we attached the metal balls covering your hands and the metal platform boots. Because these can never be removed, I have decided to make you my permanent Party Slave. Your job and the services that I mentioned in our chat, which will provide you with enough to cover room and board, is being my permanent Party Slave. I will allow you with one call a week for the first three weeks to tell your parents that you are fine so they do not worry about you, but you will never see them again nor will you ever want to indicate your bondage slave situation for the fear you will possess for further punishment. After the third call you will tell your parents that you plan to take a long journey around the world and that they should not expect to hear from you for a least one year. By then you will be so brain washed and admire your situation as my slave that I have no doubt you will talk to them again to inform them that everything is fine. Your life as a free man is over and you will continue to serve me as I see fit and for this service I will provide you with a space in my dungeon and give you enough food to sustain life. As far as this week at Burning Man, you will be our Party Slave. You will be kept in a cage for the full week. The cage is small enough to prevent you from being able to sit or lay down. You will be kept in a standing position within that cage for a full week.”

I had no idea what the hell was going on, but I knew I did not want to be his slave for over a year. I wanted to have a great BDSM experience and then work a normal job to provide me with money for room and board. Never did I think the services Master was refereeing too involved being his permanent slave. While these thoughts were running through my head I saw from the corner of my eye that the leather man was again walking towards me. He grabbed me by the sides of my arms and lifted me over his shoulder. I flopped around like a fish out of water to try to prevent what was to come next. Before I knew it I was placed in a standing metal cage. Once inside the sage to the door was closed and wheeled out in the front of the camp so the thousands of people passing by could have a look at me. At the bottom of the cage there was an engraving that said “Home of the Party Slave.” I felt like I was now officially there slave. I was helpless. Unable to move my legs and arms I just stood there and watched passersby look at me. Some would stare with amazement but not one person asked if I was alright being trapped in a cage. They had no idea that my ass was still on fire from it being stretched to its limit. The sun began to set and the night became cold. The leather suit kept me warm but I felt like I was already dehydrated as I was not provided any water since I arrived at the camp. The next thing I knew the leather man returned with a bottle full of what appeared to be a fruit smoothie. He inserted a tub through my mask, into my nose and down my throat. He then attached the thermos with the fruit smoothie to some sort of machine. Before I knew it, the contents of the smoothie were being forced down my throat. This was the only way for me to get liquids or any type of nutrition since I could no longer open my mouth.

I might have dosed off for a few hours because when I opened my eyes I noticed that the sky was starting to get brighter. The sun rise must be approaching. Right as I began to open my eyes I heard some sort of crack followed by an excruciating burning sensation on my back. The noise and the burn repeated about five times before I realized that I was being whipped inside of my cage. Another 20 lashes landed on my back. I began to once again cry. The tears filled inside of my hood. All of this torture because I missed tightening the harness all the way. It seemed a bit extreme and unwarranted but there was nothing that I could do. The next thing I knew the leather man rolled a box in front of the cage. He attached two lines from the box and placed one on the bottom of the cage and one at the top. He then flipped a switch on the box and told me to remain very still and to be careful not to touch the metal bars with my metal fists or metal boots. I was not sure why he instructed me to remain still until I saw him place a sign in front of the cage. I tried to read the sign which was very difficult with my limited vision. Finally, I was able to make out the warning written on the sign. It said “Please avoid touching the metal bars of the cage for fear of electric shock” Are you kidding me? These people are crazy. The leather man just turned my cage into an electric shock chamber. After placing the sign the leather man returned to my cage. He carefully reached his hand into the cage and pushed my whole body forward. My metal fists slammed into the front of the cage. I felt a bolt of electricity run through my whole body. I tried to let out a scream but was completely silenced by the glue in my mouth. What the hell? The torture never stops. I stared out and suddenly saw my Master appear.

“I hope you now realize that you are my Slave and will do what you are told? Each day that you are here you will receive some sort of new body modification. For example, look what I have here.” My Master held out some sort of metal hood. The metal hood had almost a full metal face plate in the front with a large mouth hole and two eye holes. It had three flat metal bars in the bag of the mask. Next thing I knew, my Master tuned off the electric switch, grabbed a step stool, reached through the cage and forced my rubber covered head into the metal face plate. He then wrapped each metal bar around the back of my head and clicked them into place. My head was also now covered in metal. My Master then stepped off the stool, took a step back to admire his work and once again flipped the switch on the box. To test the new contraption, my Master carefully reached passed the bar and pushed my head into the front of the cage. I again felt an electric shock run through my body but his time from my head down. As I flopped around I heard my Master laugh and say to the leather man “looks like it works.”

I remained on display in the cage for another two days. I was given a fruit shake through my feeding tube every three hours to provide nourishment and prevent dehydration. On the third day the true preparation arrived and I finally understood the name that my Master had given me. At the start of the third day I was awaken by the leather man. He reached through the bars of my cage and bunched the butt plug. The excruciating pain sent a shock through my whole body. I tried once again to yell out with no success. I have not been able to open my mouth in more than three days. Then I saw the leather man return with another box. He took some small cables out of the box and attached them to a ring that was protruding out from the plug in my ass. He attached the cables to the ring and 30 seconds later my ass was on fire. I had no idea that the plug stuck in my ass was also electric. The leather man set the machine to deliver and excruciating shock to my ass every five minutes. Each time the shock was sent to my ass I had to be extremely careful when I jumped from the pain not to touch the metal bars with any part of my body which was now covered in some type of metal contraptions. This was unavoidable and I have already touched the bars twice today. My body is beyond tired from all the shocks received throughout the day. Finally the day was coming to an end. The sun began to set and I saw my master return with type of bottle and a metal syringe. I was extremely scared at what he was about to do to me as I did not want to be drugged and it looked like that was what was about to happen. As the Master approached the cage he turned the switch on the box at the bottom of the cage to deactivate the electricity. He then climbed up on a stepping stool to reach the top of my cage. He filled the syringe with the substance in the bottle and then inserted the syringe into my mouth and injected the fluid. At first I tasted something very sour. Before I knew it the glue that filled my mouth was dissolving. Right as I was about to spit out the gel. My Master placed his hand over my mouth and ordered me to swallow the gel like substance. I took one big gulp and the gel slid down my throat. I was then ordered to open my mouth for inspection. Once my Master realized I had followed his orders, he pulled out another contraption. This contraption was slipped into my mouth. It was a large metal ring that slid into my mouth and in front of the ring two pieces of metal. My Master then took the pieces of metal and pressed them against my teeth. He held it there for a few second and then released it. I now had a metal contraption in my mouth the held it wide open.

“My Party Slave. I just inserted a metal ring into your mouth so it will remain open until such time that I see fit. The metal plate surrounding your teeth is attached to the ring and has now been glued to your teeth. I have one liquid that should release the glue but I have not tested it yet to see if it works. If for some reason the liquid does not release the glue, we will have to remove all of your teeth to get it out.”

What the fuck? Remove my teeth? I started to plead to my Master. He then turned around grab the other box and sent a shock firing through my ass and body. I almost passed out from the pain of this particular shock. Master ordered me never to utter another sound without permission or the next shock would be ten times as strong. Next master took out a handful of mushrooms. He explained that they were magic mushrooms. Because I could no longer chew because of the ring in my mouth, my Master took the mushrooms and blended them up in the blender with some orange juice. He then returned to my cage and poured the juice down my throat. I drank every last drop as I needed the liquids. I have never tried any types of drugs in my life but have heard stories about psychedelic mushroom and I could not even imagine what it would be like in my current stage of complete bondage. My Master then notified me that the gel that I was ordered to swallow was laced with ecstasy. As a result of the combination of drugs, my Master assured me that I was in for a fun night. About 40 minutes later the drugs kicked in. I cannot explain how my body felt. The rubber surrounding my body felt so good. Even the pressure sensation from the suit, the braces, and the plug pressing against my stomach, somehow felt amazing. The bars of the cage started to move and dance as well. I was loving my life all of the sudden. The next thing I knew my cage was being attached with several chains to the back of some sort of art car. Everyone jumped in the car and we were off. My cage was being dragged behind them. The bottom of my cage was on wheels. They drove for about ten minutes. In that ten minutes I felt to huge shocks in my ass. Those were not so pleasurable and because of my heightened sense of feelings they felt more painful than ever. We finally stopped at a camp that was throwing a huge party. There must have been over 1,000 people there. What the hell was going on? There were going to be so many people staring at me all at the same time. The music was blasting and before I knew it I could not help losing my fears and wanting to dance. I started to move bag and forth in my cage to the music. I could not help my body. Despite the arm braces, the leg braces and my heavy metal boots. I was able to feel like I was dancing. Then I saw my Master walk over to my cage with a huge smile on his face. He flipped the switch on the electric box back on. Immediately I felt a huge shock slam through my body. And then another and then another. I could not stop dancing but every time my body swayed into one of the metal bars and made any type of contact I would be electrocuted. Despite the excruciating pain, my body would not stop dancing. I was being tossed around like a metal ball in a pinball machine accept this metal ball was being electrocuted every 30 seconds. After about an hour I felt like my body was going to collapse. It was not a minute later when I felt my cage moving again. My Master moved my cage out of view from the crowd and behind the DJ stage. No one could see me back there. Then my Master approached my cage to tell me what was going on.

“This is your special night my Party Slave. Before we arrived to Burning Man I sent an e-mail blast to all the attendees at Burning Man to notify them that the Party Slave will be behind the DJ booth at party at this camp. I am not sure if you noticed how many cute men showed to this party but since 80% of the people here are men, you must have figured by now that they gay and hungry for sex. The reason that I placed that metal ring in your mouth holding it wide open without the possibility to have it removed, is because you will be spending the next three hours giving head to any man that comes and sticks his dick in your mouth.” I looked over to the right and saw a huge line forming. “You see all those men lining up? They are all here for you Party Slave.” The line must have been about 50 men deep at this point. The music was still raging and my body still felt amazing. “I am not sure what each of the men will look like as they step up to get services given they are all wearing some funky outfits and you are hallucinating at this point but that is part of the pleasure.” My Master then placed a mini latter in front of the cage. This latter was used so the men were at the appropriate height to stuff there dick in my mouth. My Master then turned off the switch to the metal cage and walked back to the party. The first man in line stepped up the latter to the front of my cage. He was mumbling something to me but his tie-dyed shirt caught my eye. Everything was swirling in circled and I became lost in his shirt. Then all of the sudden I felt a thrust down my throat. I began to gag and then realized that the man with the tie-dye just stuffed his huge dick into my mouth right past the metal ring holding it open. I then felt a stinging pain in my back. My Master returned with his whip and started thrashing my back. He ordered me to suck him off. I was ordered to use my tongue and make sure that he came in the next five minutes as the line continued to grow. I began sucking on his cock as he kept thrusting it down my throat. A few minutes later he filled my mouth with cum. I knew I had to swallow every last drop to avoid any more whippings. As soon as he was finished another man stepped up wearing nothing other than a gorilla mask. What kind of party was this? I freaked out because I saw a big gorilla approach. The next thing I knew the gorilla stuffed his dick down my thoughts as well. I could barely breathe from my mouth being full with his penis. I felt like I was being mouth fucked by a giant gorilla. I continued to suck him off until he too filled my mouth with a load of cum. About what felt like an hour later, I had sucked off over 30 men. My stomach was now full of cum from over 30 different random men. The pain in my stomach was excruciating. The torture continued for several more hours. By the end of my three hours, I had seen more hallucinations and ate more cock than most men will enjoy in their entire lives. By the end of the night my Master informed me that I had sucked off and swallowed the cum of more than 100 men. He was very proud of me and informed me that I will be spending the next two nights at these type of parties under the influence of the same cocktail of drugs. I will continue to enjoy my electrifying dance session followed by sucking over 100 men’s cocks. I could not believe what I was hearing and was not sure that my body would survive another two sessions like this but what choice did I have. I never imagined that when I decided to make the decision to go to Burning Man and explore one of the BDSM camps that it would involve this level of torture. This is way too extreme for me but at this point it does not seem like I have a choice as there is no way for me to release myself and if I do not obey my commands I cannot endure the punishment. I must do exactly as my Master says.