New Mitts

Author: eckie
Title: New Mitts
Date: 09 March 2003

By <a href="mailto:mail@sturmar.freeserve.co.uk">Sturmar</a>

Scott had always maintained that it was only bondage when you wanted to get free! So, what he was experiencing right now was bondage! He wanted out badly. When he was not thinking about getting out of his restraints, his mind wandered back to how he got himself in this predicament in the first place!

Friday morning and only a few more hours to go before the weekend and two days off from work. His mind wasn’t really on his job, it kept wandering to what he had planned for himself once he clocked off and was on his way home. During his lunch hour Scott made a short detour to the post office on his way to buy himself something to eat. That morning, he had collected all the keys to his various padlocks at home and put them in a strong sealed envelope, and addressed it to himself. At the post office, he bought the necessary stamps to ensure it would be delivered first class and reach his house the following morning. Scott dropped the envelope in the post box and tried to conceal the huge smile on his face, as he knew what he had in store for himself that evening.

Like most times when you want the hours to pass quickly, the afternoon dragged. Every minute seemed like a lifetime as Scott dealt with the monotony of his office work. When five thirty finally arrived, he turned off his computer terminal, diverted his work phone to voice mail and made his way home.

After a quick bite to eat, Scott started to put his plan into action. He had decided to spend the evening in his favourite rubber gear, and there it all was, laid out of front of him, just waiting to be put on.

Firstly, he took the black rubber butt plug and smeared his favourite lube over its head. Scott was always in wonder at how he managed to get such a large plug inside himself, but revelled in the pleasure once it was inserted. He knelt down with knees apart and bent forward so his head was virtually touching the floor. With both hands he gently eased the plug into his hole and slowly applied pressure to make it go in. He could feel himself being stretched, as the plug was much wider neared the base, but then tapered at the very end. The plug was almost snatched out of his hand has his hole accepted the final inch. Scott was rock hard already at the feeling if the plug inside him, but resisted the urge to touch his cock so early so after starting his evening.

Next was Scott’s neck entry all in one suit. The inside of the suit has already been coated with lube so he could easily pull it on. With both hands, Scott pulled the neck of the suit wide and put his left leg inside. He coolness of the rubber against his calf then his thigh felt wonderful. Balancing on his left leg he inserted his right leg and stood pulling the suit up to his waist. The lube inside allowed the suit to glide easily over his muscled legs. Getting into this suit was always a struggle on his own as there were no zips to ease the process. Forcing his arms into the sleeves, and rolling his shoulders, he worked the suit up his body until it was finally on. Scott admired himself in the his bedroom mirror, smiling at how great he looked and how his efforts at the gym were worth every ounce of sweat when he saw his body in this suit. One final adjustment and he would be done with the suit; he pulled his cock and balls through a round hole at the front of the suit. Picking up his rubber sheath and ball bag, he squirted lube inside and pushed his still hard cock and balls into the sheath.

Layers were the theme for the evening! Scott pulled on a thicker suit, which resembled the style of a divers dry suit. Still made of rubber, it was much thicker and heavier and included boots and gloves. The seal of this suit was a large heavy-duty zip that ran across the shoulders.

Now time for Scott’s head. He always made a point of keeping his head shaved as he loved to feel the cool rubber press against scalp and face. The hood Scott chose was very tight fitting with eye nose and mouth holes. Already smeared with some lube it pulled into place easily. He picked up another heavier hood and pulled that over his head. It was a thicker rubber and took some effort. Again this had eye and nose holes, but this time, instead of a mouth, there was an inflatable gag. Scott worked the gag into his mouth, but would not inflate it just yet; he had a few more things to do first!!

Scott caught glimpse of himself again in the mirror, his six-foot form covered head to toe in black glistening rubber. His rock hard cock was standing to attention and the pressure of the butt plug was a constant reminder with every move Scott made.

Around his waist, Scott affixed a huge bondage belt. It was about 6 inches tall and shaped, being contoured over the hips but slightly longer at the front and back. Numerous D-rings were built into it, and it was fastened with three large buckles at the front. On each ankle Scott put on his thick leather cuffs, and to finish off, he placed the rigid posture collar around his neck. Once this was on, it would be very difficult to move his head, but he knew once the collar was in place he would be nearly done.

Scott had to make his way to the front room where the final steps in his evening of self-fun were waiting! Laying on the floor was a length of metal chain which he would use to tie himself up, thus rendering himself helpless, well, at lest until he wanted to get out!!

Sitting on the floor, legs crossed in front of him, he started to feed the chain through the D-rings in his ankle cuffs, and then through the D-rings on the belts around his waist. The chains were pulled taught so his feet were pulled up to his thighs. He crossed the chains behind his back and fed them though more D-rings in the posture collar and then passed them over his chest. He used a small padlock to keep the chains attached to the posture collar, keeping it all good and tight.

Now it was to inflate the gag in his hood. Scott loved the feeling as the rubber gag slowly filled his mouth; pressing against the inside of his cheeks until he felt his mouth would stretch no more. He tried to talk, but could only managed a very muffled grunt.

“And now the finale”, Scott though. In front of him was a pair of locking bondage mitts. This was his latest purchase and the first time he used them. He loved the way they made you clench your fist inside the thick leather and how they locked around the wrist. He pulled the first one onto his left hand. The mitts locked by way of the band that passed around the wrist fitting over a small D-ring, which could then accept a padlock. Scott’s left hand was now secure inside the bondage mitt, which forced his hand into a clenched fist. He passed the chain from the posture collar through the D-ring on the mitt and clicked shut another padlock. Now all he had to do was fit the right mitt and he would be done. The padlock he needed for this was placed and held between his knees. He manoeuvred his right hand into the mitt and managed to close the locking band over the D-ring by pressing it against his body. The last loop of chain from the posture collar hung in front of him, and he negotiated it through the D-ring on the bondage mitt. Scott now moved the d-ring over the padlock and when he was quite sure, pressed his knees together to close the lock shut with a loud “click”.

“Fantastic”, Scott though. He was now secured in his rubber, and not able to get out until the postman delivered the keys in the morning. He sat there, in his front room, in his favourite rubber, hooded, gagged and chained, unable to stand up and loving every moment the butt plug he was wearing made itself known!! He could writhe around on the floor as much as his restraints let him, and feel the lube inside the suits caress his body. Oh how good that felt.

The evening passed and morning fell, and the postman delivered the keys as planned around 8:30am. Scott sat there, in his self imposed bondage looking at the envelope that would allow his escape. He had been in his self-imposed predicament for around 12 hours and was starting to ache. His mouth still filled by the unrelenting gag and his hole filled by the plug. Slowly he shuffled toward the door and to the envelope that contained the padlock keys he had posted to himself the day before.

Scott had often played such bondage games with himself, and was so pleased with his latest addition to his “gear” collection, the bondage mitts. They really added the final dimension to his “imprisonment”. Then reality dawned on Scott.

When he played these sorts of bondage games he had never had his mitts before, so his fingers were always free. Free to open the envelope and undo the padlocks! But today, his fingers were securely held inside the locked bondage mitts, his hands were clenched into fists, and the tightness of the mitts made it impossible to uncurl his fingers.

Scott had always maintained that it was only bondage when you wanted to get free! So, what he was experiencing right now was bondage!