Rolling the dices - 3

Author: eckie
Title: Rolling the dices - 3
Date: 25 April 2006

My boy really got me into some tough situations last time he won, only three days, but memorable for some times after. I knew he had a vicious mind, but I’d have to make sure not to loose too often, his paybacks are just as mean as my choices for him.

It's been a few weeks since we last rolled the dices and we got along the routine daily life - working, going out, meeting friends - him and me together or also separate, my boy was so used to his daily 'uniform' that he would not really want to miss it anymore, also the troubles at the begin with being permanently plugged seem over by now, just sometimes he still has those pleading puppy eyes looking at me when he is again horny as hell (and yes he is almost all time) and would love to get out of that chastity device, yet I still deny it to him with an evil smirk on my face. I still strongly believe that chastity enhances the submissiveness and servitude of a slave boy - and his permanent striving to make sure I am happy with his service and behave seem to confirm that. And whether he spends the evening working on my boots while I watch a movie or is in my arms on the couch watching with me, he seems equally happy with his new life here.

Today I thought we use the dice differently, not a choice who is the victim, but for him to choose if he would have a great weekend or a tough weekend (which might be just as great for him, as much as he liked the various treatments) - main difference would be if he receives his own pleasure or not, if he will cum this weekend or remain locked another few weeks before I might consider it again.

When he returned from work I sat on the computer doing my emails. As usual he got changed into his usual outfit - well he permanently had the plug, chastity and rubber on anyway, so only changed from his working clothes into the overall and boots - and then came to me kneeling down right next to me. I left him there while finished the current mail and then just handed him my empty coffee cup, it did not take any orders for him to know what I wanted, and so he got up and set another cup coffee for me, proper serving it a few minutes after. I had him get on all fours and placed the cup on his back as I did quite regular. He kept perfectly still and for the next half hour I continued at the computer and slowly have the coffee finished during that. Once done I held the cup in front of his head and he knew he should start the daily chores in the house then. He got up and went downstairs and I could hear him working in the house, the daily cleaning up and getting all in perfect order. Done daily it was not much work, but when he finished it was time to get dinner prepared already so he started it right away. Shortly after I could already smell it getting ready, but continued at the desk, waiting for him to report it being ready. Only 10 minutes after he came to me kneeling down as usual and waiting, for me the sign that it was served. I asked if it was ready and he confirmed - he rather quickly got used to not speaking first but wait until I talked to him, unless he was allowed in rather free mode after all chores were done, but as long as he did not get the sign for that kneeling and silence was on order.

We had dinner together, he serving the plates, me sitting on my usual spot at the table and he kneel opposite, and he also had gotten used to being on the floor rather than sit anywhere else unless told so by me. After dinner and him having cleaned up everything he was again kneeling next to me and I thought we'd start his weekend ... either way it turns out. I told him to get into the full rubber suit on top of his usual rubber and also bring the leather biker suit and 20 hole boots with him then.

While he got in I fetched a few more items for him and returned to the living room, where he then already was again kneeling and waiting, wearing the rubber suit already. I told him to standup and bend over, opened the zip of the rubber suit and removed the plug - a slight moaning confirmed how much he was used to having it up his ass already. I replaced it with a steel plug which would be wired to my tens unit. Then I had him turn around and added some adhesive pads to each of his balls, also being wired then to the tens unit. I closed the zip again and made sure I had the wires still outside. I then added a rubber belt for which I had purchased a small rubber bag, matching the size of the tens control, so it could be stored there for the duration of him being wired up. I then switched it on, you cannot turn it off on the device directly, but need the remote to do that, so once it is running, it will be available for the remote until turned off by me. I connected the wires and made sure they sit proper without tension, so that further moving would not rip them out. Then I told him to get on the biker suit and his boots.

Once he had them on I used a small padlock on the flap zip to connect it to the all around zip between jacket and pants, neither would open now without keys, also then I used another lock to attach the zip of the jacket to his permanent neck chain. Additionally now - what I had not done before but planned on doing regular in future - I used two small padlocks on the boots, just above the instep I locked the boots by placing the padlock through two matching holes there. Those boots were not to come off without keys either now. He smiled when he saw it, but I guess he did not know what was to come for the weekend, he might not have smiled that much then...

I gave him a liter of water and told him to empty it, he quickly did so. Then I told him about my plan, he was to roll one dice - and even number would make it a nice weekend for him with at least once if not more times cumming, an odd number would mean a tough evening and weekend, and no cumming for the next few weeks until I consider it again for him. He did not say much, but strange enough still smiled a lot. I placed one dice in front of him on the table, he took it and then - with a slight hesitating delay - rolled it ... it fell down the table - hence would not be valid. He picked it up, it would have been a two, but he had to roll it again and this time ... a three ... tough luck for the boy I though and grinned pretty evil towards him. He had a brief 'shit' coming out of his mouth but then assumed his usual kneeling position, knowing it would not be a nice time for him and no cumming for some more time ahead.

I gave him another two liters of water to drink while I fetched some more items from the basement. When I returned the bottles were empty as I expected, in a bit he'd sure have to piss a first time. I told him to open his mouth and pushed a softball into his mouth, with those you can easily close your jaws and not get any trouble from it, yet it keeps filling your mouth complete, no matter how open or close your jaws are, hence there will not be much possibility to speak at all. Then I used duct tape to gag his closed mouth, all around his head, then adding tape from under the chin to the top of the head and continuing taping even more until most of the head was hooded by tape, the part below the nose up to the forehead being still free, I would need him to see so was not to tape up the head completely, but the entire taping made it absolutely impossible to open up his mouth and get the ball out or by that... make any recognizable noises. I then removed the padlock holding the bike suits jacket zip and opened the jacket slightly. Next I pulled a mask over his taped head - but not just any mask, it was one of the real-face rubber masks I had, from some distance looking completely realistic. With the head taped, also pressing his ears close to his head, that mask now created a completely different person, all that was open were the nose holes and his eyes, the rest of the taped and gagged head disappeared behind what was looking just an ordinary man.

I tugged the bottom of the mask down under the neck chain and inside the jacket and closed the zip again, locking it again to the chain around his neck. I could see his eyes getting bigger, and I am sure he would have loved to ask what was to come, but he no longer had an option of talking until I would release him. Now I took a pair of arm long heavy industrial rubber gloves and had him put them on, each reaching up to his armpits. I added some leather restraints to each wrist and padlocked each as well. Then I had him step into an army tank overall, pretty thick and also pretty big actually, I guess once would fit two persons in if wanted, but it was just right for my plans. That overall had the pockets cut out long time ago, so before zipping it up I told him to get his hands inside those pockets. There I used a chain of about one feet length to lock then together, so that he would no longer be able to take the hands out of the pockets, but still not create a huge bulge of hands cuffed tightly together in front of him, and I would need that extra space later on anyway. I took the keys for those padlocks holding his hands together and looped a key ring into his neck chain, holding those two keys - he would not be able to use them, but someone else could, and that was needed for my plan. I zipped up the overall, all to the end, which is a larger collar that, when turned up covered the mouth up to the nose. I am sure people will look twice, yet it is nothing that could arise suspicion of what is underneath and covering part f the mask will help remaining unrecognized as such. I then used a big baseball cap which I pulled deep down in his masked face. If he'd stay not too close to anyone, no one will recognize a mask on his head but see a man's face - or part of it - instead.

It was 21.00 hrs by now and time to get going, else it could get too late. I told him now what I had in mind. He was to walk across town, no money with him, no hands available, not able to talk, no other choice but to walk. I had been with him at that place before, so he knew where it was, a friends flat we visited some times before. But it was really a the other end of the city, so it would take him approximately three hours of walking, the evening was warm, but not hot, so even though he'd get sweaty, he should not have trouble making it in time. There - once arrived - he was to ring the bell of my friend and follow the instructions he gets there. Once done he was to walk back home, and given the current time I told him that I expected him back at the door here at 3.30 in the morning, not a minute later, leaving him not much time to spend anywhere and making sure he'd hurry up. Of course he should have a little fun during his walk so I now activated the tens unit via my remote, I set it to 35 % capacity and random - knowing how it works it would create many bearable stimulations but also definitely several tough shocks during time. When the first started he moved slightly, not a tough shock, but I told him it was random, so he can expect a lot during his walk.

I lead him to the door and pointed at my watch, telling him it is up to him to leave now or be late ... I am sure he would have wanted to say something or tell me it is not possible, but he did not really have that option, so instead he immediately started walking. I watched him until he was around the corner, a really big evil grin on my face, knowing it would be tough to make it in time, he would get sweaty and exhausted, but have no choice, and not having the ability to look at his own watch he would have to guess the times as well. It was then time to call my friend, I had already briefed him in the afternoon about my plans and he agreed to help out there, but I still had to get things ready for when the boy arrived at his place. He should be there around midnight, an my friend planned to go out that evening, but agreed to wait until midnight with it, if the boy was not there by then, the boy would stand in front of closed doors. I packed what I needed to get to my friends place and took my scooter to get there, of course I had enough time, walking will take a few hours, and I was there within 20 minutes. When I arrived I had a drink with my friend there, telling him what the boy was going through at the moment, thinking of him being probably half way by now if he walked well. What I wanted my friend to do was unlocking my boy’s hands once he is at his flat, get him out of the overall and add one more layer, before getting the boy again into the overall and cuffed hands inside the pockets. It was to make things just a tiny bit more difficult for the return walk; my boy would sure have to put efforts in making it in time. The additional layer was something I recently bought; only reason for it was to set up a scene like this one, since there is not much else you can do with it. It was a pair of chest waders, but xxxxl sized boots on it - I had checked what would be needed in order to get the booted feet of my boy inside, so had been wearing his boots when going to shop this item and tired out what size was needed, it was size 50 - the largest available in that shop, but booted feet fitted in then perfectly. Of course those chest waders were big in its total, and heavy, very bulky, but would fit and disappear under the overall then, walking in those will be something to get used to and the heaviness and thick rubber will add to the discomfort, but the boy had a time limit, so not much time to think about it anyway, just get going once he is fitted in it.

Around 23.15 I left my friends place and went home again, getting comfy and watching a movie, thinking of my boy getting in some more trouble by now. It was about 12.15 am when I received the SM from my friend, the boy had made it in time and was now on his way back - stumbling more than walking at first as he described. That leaves the boy three hours 15 minutes to get here, I was sure he would be in trouble making that, but I would have to see. I took another movie when the first was finished and even dozed away slightly during it, but when the movie ended I as just awake again; looking at my clock it showed 3.15 am. No doorbell rang yet, so another 15 minutes to wait to see if he was in time or not.

At 3.30 am, still no doorbell and I went outside to see if the boy was at least in sight, but nothing to see of him yet. He definitely failed - well I was more or less counting on it, but he still would at least have had a chance to make it. I thought he would not like his punishment, but having failed, something must be done. So I attached a note on the front door, telling him he failed and that I was now in town having a drink or two, he would have to wait for my return. I did not actually go there, but just wanted him to believe so, closed the front door and made sure no lights are in the house; I closed the blinds of the living room and sat on my laptop for the time being, chatting with some people while waiting for his return.

It was 4.00 am when the doorbell rang, either he did not see the note or still hoped I would open the door when he rang. I decided to just have him wait and continued my chatting for another almost 45 minutes before I thought he had enough out there and wanted to let him inside. I opened the front door and saw him sit there on the stairs leaning on the banister and obviously still getting shocked by the random tens, but he did not react immediately on the door opening, he definitely was very exhausted and probably too tired to react by now. I helped him up then and lead him inside, more shocks from the tens accompanying that short walk, I could imagine that not just the layers and those oversized boots but as well the tens made it rather difficult to keep going and especially make it in time back here then.

I then told him - for failing the task he would not have an easy night either, but a slight relief is deserved for all the efforts he put into it. I removed the cap and then the face mask, then started cutting off the tape around his head and last remove the ball of his mouth, I very relieved sigh came out together with a 'thank you sir' and when another shock of the tens - a strong one obviously - got him shake his body and his face expressing the pain it caused I decided to also switch it off now. I then gave him more water to drink, I was sure he sweated much and definitely from the smell could tell he pissed himself a few times, the piss soaked leathers making the walk even harder. I unlocked his hands now and helped him out of the overall, revealing the chest waders he had on now. When I pulled them down to his hips he sure hoped to get out of it, but he deserved a further time in it for failing the task. I reattached his hands in front of him and used another longer chain locked around his waist and pulled between his legs forward to fix the chain of the wrists to it - then I pulled the chest waders again up, they now reached up almost over his shoulders, trapping his cuffed hands inside. I told him he'd have to spend the night like that now and lead him down in the basemen, there I laid him on to an army field bed and strapped his upper body and his legs on to it. He was too exhausted to say or do anything and when I wished him a good night he not even responded at all, obviously being so exhausted that he fell a sleep right away.

I woke up the next day noon, and since my boy was tied in the basement, no coffee smell and no one kneeling next to the bed ... I got up and made myself a coffee and then went down the basement with it. The boy was awake already, still there as I left him the night before and even though the exhausting was visible in his face, he again smiled, and the sleep has done well to him. I undid the straps holding him there and have him get up, splashing noises confirming he pissed himself even more inside his layers. I rolled the chest waders down to his hips and unlocked the chain keeping his hands down, then allowed him to get himself some drink as well, he went upstairs and I followed him - he drank a hole bottle of water right away and then returned to me now sitting in the living room. He was kneeling in front of me and I asked him about the night before and we talked about his walk, how difficult it was at first and how much more difficult it was with his oversized boots, most difficult though was the tens unit bringing him out of pace of walking, and his attempt to not getting too close to anyone in order of not being detected with the mask on. And he confirmed that it was a mean setup, almost impossible to succeed with the given timeframe. Most of all he said how scared he was when finding that note telling I was not even at home and him not knowing what to do, just sit there, any by passers maybe getting suspicious, walk around further, but he was too exhausted for that, so he sat on the stairs hoping for me to come back soon after, he did not notice that I was not actually gone and opened the door from inside to get him in, he was dozing away that time, and was only glad to get inside finally and hoping for some rest. It was tough to remain layered for the night since he would have preferred being out of it for sleeping, but his exhaustion made him sleep very quickly after he was laid down and strapped.

I told him how much I also enjoyed last night, knowing the troubles he went through, but the weekend was not over, he lost the day before which meant no cumming again and not a fun weekend either. I unlocked him then and helped removing the waders, bike suit and rubber suit and even removed the tens until, and then I told him to get a good shower, use the bathroom and place back his usual plug after that, but first get another coffee for me.

He brought my coffee and then disappeared in the bathroom, I heard him shower and after half an hour he was back knelling at my feet. I told him then to put back the bike suit and the boots. The bike suit still totally soaked from all his piss during night was difficult to put on, but he finally was in and had his boots on. The same padlocks as the evening before locked on the boots and the suit, it was to be his outfit for the rest of the weekend. I also added the arm long rubber gloves and wrist restraints again, added a rigid posture collar around his neck, padlocked as well. Then I used a short chain of one foot between his wrists and another one foot chain to lock them on to the front ring on the collar. Another one foot then is chain added to keep his feet together; I told him he'd spend the rest of the weekend until Monday morning like that. And since he did not deserve fun it was time for a proper housecleaning again, he'd have all day for that, and with the limited movement it would sure take that long. Reaching anything will be harder, yet I still expected inside/outside/above and under everything to be done. Especially wiping all the wooden floors with the short chained reachability of his hands will be a task as well and I will enjoy watching him struggle on it all day.

He was indeed busy all day and had trouble getting all things done proper, but made his best effort to perform everything to his best. I allowed him to drink as much as he liked, but when he came at some point kneeling next to me - meaning he had a question or remark to make - he asked permission to piss, but I only told him he'd have to keep it or soak the bike suit even more. He must have pissed inside the suit again, it was visibly wet later and he had trouble not leaving a wet trail in the house, or wherever he did had to clean after right away.

After he had dinner ready and that was finished he still had to continue his chores, not having finished it all yet and it took until 23.00 hrs to be finished finally. He wasn't to have fun the weekend, so I decided after he was finished to store him away for the night. We had previously already built a small box to sit in, only the head sticking out, and inside lots straps keeping the boy in place. It was standing in the corner between the two couches in the living room, so I told him to get inside, strapped him into it and locked the lid shut, he would not go anywhere until the next day. At first I wanted to go out that evening, but now I decided to enjoy the company of my boy in his box while I lay comfortably on my couch watching some more movies. But since he had not deserved fun this weekend, he was not to watch with me, so I took two short pieces of duct tape and taped his closed eyes with it; he could hear but not watch. His expression in the face showed a bit disappointment, but he kept silent as he knew he had no say in it. I took in two movies, both of which I knew he had not yet seen and would have liked watching, and when the last was finished I padded his head and wished him a good night. I was sure he would not sleep well, sitting in that box makes it difficult, but there was no fun this weekend for him.

When I woke up the next day around noon again I went downstairs and got myself a coffee, sitting then at the couch and placing the coffee right in front of his nose, smelling it but not getting any. I read some news and had two more coffees before I finally released him out of the box and allowed him his own breakfast. The box was inside padded with a layer of rubber, so getting wet from sweat or piss does not harm it, and he indeed left more than just sweat inside it - well, we all know who is going to clean it again anyway.

I wanted a relaxed afternoon so had him on all fours most of it acting as my footstool, interrupted only by few occasions of getting me some drinks - yet for not wanting him to have an easy day, he was gagged and taped as the first evening again, just this time taped it all except the nose holes - making coffee and serving it when you know where it is but not see it makes it a real challenge and a real fun to watch as well. Later the evening after dinner was finished I did not tape back his head again, but instead thought he should spend the rest of the weekend until next morning in more relaxed way, but stored away, I would not need his service for the evening anymore. Since I told him he'd not get out of the soaked leather and restraints he was in until next day, I took him as he still was and lead him upstairs in the bedroom. I told him to slide under it and then fixed the chain between his ankles up to the bed and did the same with the chain between his wrists. His feet were slightly off the ground and the hands fixed more or less on top of his chest, yet nether able to move away from their spot. I added a think pillow since he'd done well this weekend and wished him a good night; he'd stay there until next morning, while I was sleeping on top of the bed.

When I went to bed later that evening it was nice to know my boy resting right underneath, and his breathing told me he was sleeping well ... I had set the alarm to go off half an hour earlier as usual, and when I got up I released the boy from his place under the bed and as well from all locks holing him prisoner in this soaked biker suit, told him to shower and get himself ready for his workday again, then I laid down again to doze a few more minutes ... and I must have dozed off completely for a brief moment, because when I woke up again it was the smell of coffee again, and opening my eyes my boy was kneeling next to the bed again ... what a good start of the week .... I told my boy that he'd have to wait again now a few weeks before I consider giving him a chance to cum, but I had a great weekend, and his smile told me he had too .... We’ll have to see when we toss the dices again next time ... I know he is up for a big revenge....