Never disobey your Master Part 1

Author: slavesuit
Title: Never disobey your Master: Part 1
Date: 03 March 2019

Living where I do, I don’t get to play a lot. For a submissive like me who loves bondage, chastity, rubber, leather and steel bondage, I do not find play partners often. I would occasionally play with myself, get geared up, jerk off and then take it all off and go about my day. It was always the typical, “it’s never long enough” situation.

In my early forties, I found myself having waves of horniness. I could go a week or so and not require any fetish in my life. Then day after day, I would surf the net and dream about being a bondage slave. How I wished a dominant and equipped man would enter my life. Even if it was just for occasional play. It would never happen.

This would force me to go back to getting geared up on my own and attempt to enjoy some self bondage. I would put on my Invincible rear entry cat suit, my Mr. S rubber hood, my 10”, side zipper paratrooper boots and then add on the 3 pairs of leg irons I owned. I’d take my steel but plug and slowly ease it on up my very virginal asshole and then pull the rear zipper closed. I would cuff myself in the front, so that I could unlock myself later. How I wished I could cuff myself in the back. I would then march around my apartment so I could hear the chains rattle along the floor. This would make me hard and dream about not being able to take any of it off.

During one of these sessions, I set my phone up on my dresser and then made a recording of myself marching into my bedroom. I thought documenting the event might be fun. In the video, I made myself even more horny by inhaling a few hits of poppers. Poppers turn me into the perfect slave. I forget about my limits and crave a top to fuck me. In this particular video I found myself begging for a Master to enslave me. I don’t normally behave that way. I continued to satisfy my urges by jerking off in front of the camera.

After I had taken all of the irons off, got out of my rubber and then watched the video back, I figured I would share this with the fetish community by uploading it to xtube. Over the first week the views slowly began to climb. A couple people commented. It was the private message that really gained my attention.

A Sir from about 250 miles away said he found my video hot and he wanted to get to know me a bit more. We chatted daily where I shared my interests, my life - what I did for work, why I still lived in a pretty remote area and what I was eventually hoping to find. He also shared information about himself. He was careful to keep some details hidden to maintain the dominant person in the conversation.

During one of these chats, he said that he was going to be close to my town on business. He wanted to visit me and get to know me a little bit more. I was hesitant to allow him to see me but I figured this may be a chance to finally get some real bondage action. He said he would be in town the next weekend and he wanted to visit with me late Saturday afternoon. He gave me instructions to be geared up just like I was in the video he saw on xtube. He specified that the only change he wanted was to have me lock the handcuffs on but do so behind the back. He said to be ready at 6pm and to leave my apartment door unlocked. He assured me that he would not be late. I reluctantly agreed. As a safety precaution, I set up the virtual assistant on my phone to dial the one semi kinky friend I had who lived about an hour away. I figured this would at least be an embarrassing may day call if needed.

Saturday came and as the afternoon was turning into the pm, I got geared up. I locked the leg irons on and figured I’d wait to do the handcuffs as I heard someone entering my apartment. Six o’clock came and so did 6:05, 6:15 and 6:20. It was at that time I figured this guy was full of talk and he was not going to show. But I was horny. The plug in my ass was doing a great job of massaging my prostate. I was sweating in the rubber and getting hornier by the minute. I figured I would have some fun so I grabbed my bottle of poppers and took a bunch of hits. More than I usually do. I felt like the pervert rubber gimp I was in that video. I got down on the floor of my bedroom and set the handcuffs next to me. Before I locked them on me in the front (I figured I’d jerk off in them in a few minutes) I began to hump the carpeted floor. The poppers caused me to moan and grunt. I was in the perfect poppered haze of rubber gimpdom. That was probably why I didn’t hear the door to my apartment open and the steps of a 6’4, 250 man enter my bedroom.

I was still humping the floor and moaning as I heard a large bag hit the floor. The handcuffs that were laying next to me were quickly picked up and one of the shackles snapped against my left wrist. My arm was quickly pulled behind me and connected to my right wrist that was also snatched back. I didn’t scream, I didn’t protest. I just rolled over and looked at the handsome man wearing a leather jacket, levi’s, and military boots standing above me.

“Boy, you did not follow my directions. You were not cuffed behind your back as directed. You are about to learn why you should never disobey your Master.”