Selfbondage - not always ends how you expect

Author: eckie
Title: Selfbondage - not always ends how you expect
Date: 23 August 2008

I thought I would like to have some fun, having been too busy in the past months (or was it even longer?), nothing but work and no fun. Though finding someone to have fun with wasn't so easy either, not many enjoy bondage for its own sake as much as I do. The last encounters I had were always me topping others, giving them what they wanted, but I was aching for some quality time in restraints myself.

I had a while ago bought myself a nice electronically locked safe, not only was the lock opened by a code instead of a key, it also had as an added feature the option to program certain times at which it can be opened, and only during that period the code would unlock it. I thought I might use that one day for some self-bondage, unlike the previous times I put myself in restraints where I simply could get out any time I wanted to, this time I would set the times accordingly to make sure I had no other choice but to wait for the moment when I was able to open that safe again.

I had talked with a friend of mine about it and I am sure he jerked off during my description of ideas I had for that evening, but then he came up with an added little spice. Instead of getting me to be released at that particular time when the safe was possibly opened, he would be coming around to release me at an agreed time. I could simply lock away the keys out of reach and when the time comes my friend would just drop by and make sure I would be free again then. I knew him for very long time, he was one of my best mates for many years, so trust was no issue here, and he had keys to my house already for years, so I agreed to it. I gave him the set combination of that safe and told him that two or three hours would sure be good to leave me suffer in my self inflicted restraints. We agreed on him coming by later that evening, some when before midnight was all we agreed on, so as added fun I would not know an exact time for his arrival either.

I prepared all the toys I wanted to use and made sure all keys to any used lock would be collected together and safely placed inside that safe. I re-checked a few times that no keys were laying around anywhere, wanted to make sure I had to endure my 'time' until my friend would show, whether I wanted out or not during that time. I placed the safe - it was a small one, not heavy, so easy to take around in the house - on the middle of the dinner table in the living room, so it was easy to find for him, to make sure he did not forget I also placed a note right next to it with the combination I had set. Ready to go I went downstairs into the basement and started to prepare myself.

I looked at the clock and it was just about half past seven, so by the time I was finished it would be around eight-ish and anything between one and four hours would be the target time for me to stay put and wait ...

I didn't want o make it too easy either, so decided to start with a small plug up my butt. I am not really a person having my ass intruded by anything very often, so those few hours would be enough to suffer for sure. Also I decided that I definitely did not want the ability to jerk off, not only to keep the tension in my dick but as well knowing that once I came, the remaining time would become torture, once I got the spunk out I usually wanted out of any restraints there were. So to maintain my hard on during the time I decided to add as next item that steel chastity belt I had. The plug got me semi hard already, but with a lot of lube and work I got myself well locked into the belt, by now being fully hard and in some light pain from the lack of space inside that tube.

To make it hornier I had decided to put on rubber for the time, but while grabbing the suit I had another idea to make it even more interesting. I took from the shelf the tens unit I always loved using on so many other victims I had in the past. Using both of the available channels I took two pads, one each ass cheek, so that every impulse received would force me to tense the muscles there, massaging my ass with the inserted plug each time. For the second channel I used some electric straps, one around my balls, and the other around the base of the cock. Not easy to get those in place with the chastity belt in the way, but I managed to get it all set proper and connected the wires to the tens unit. To make sure it was out of reach, I would keep it under all clothing, so I taped the unit and wires on to my back, having planned to spend the time in chains on my belly. The tens was remote controlled, so in the last possible moment I would be able to activate it and then don the remote far enough away so that I could not reach it to switch it off then.

Now I put on the rubber suit as planned, a suit with attached feet and gloves, but no hood. I never liked the attached hoods; once they went out of place after starting to sweat they could cause serious trouble if nobody was present to take care of that. I was sure I would wiggle around in my chains, so a rubber hood was not the right choice here. Once inside the rubber suit I got even harder and that of course caused more pain in my dick, but that just added to the excitement at that moment.

I always loved layers, so for the next item I chose my black one piece bike suit, that would not only add to the heat but as well the noise of the cracking leathers whilst struggling in chains always excited me a lot. After having zipped the suit up and getting more warm by the second inside the two suits I added a pair of black MX boots first and laid a pair of thick leather bike gloves aside for later as well. The next step was to ensure none of the current worn items would get off without keys, A while ago I had cut some smaller chains in proper lengths so that if wanted - and now I did - I was able to loop each piece around the MX boots, four pieces each boot, once looped at the height of each snap buckle of the boots I could use small padlocks to keep them in place, locking the ends of each chain into the eyelets preset at each buckle, so even if I would open those buckles, the boots were kept tight on my feet and I would not get them off. Another chain was placed around my neck and padlocked on to the end of the zipper of the bike suit, this one now could no longer be opened either.

I laid aside one more chain that would later go around the ankles and took another one padlocking it around my waist, leaving a little at the end so later I could attach wrist and/or ankles to it as well. Now for the head, it of course needed proper lockup as well. I started with a large ball gag, strapped in place proper it made speaking or shouting already impossible. keeping it in place would not need a lock since I then took a leather hood, a double mask with back and front zipper on top of it and laced it tight, even without a lock that gag now had no possibility to get out, it was too large to fit through the mouth hole of the leather hood, so it certainly would stay in its place. To make sure the hood stays where it is I added a leather collar, padlocked it shut while also looping the end of the back zipper into the padlock. I also laid aside another padlock for the front zip later.

I looked into the mirror and was excited about that black leather figure I saw in there, hot and sweaty already and horny as hell, but attempts to stroke my hard dick were futile, nothing but the hard steel of the chastity belt was to feel. Now it was time to make sure I would get myself proper locked in place down here in the basement.

I had prepared my army field bed in the middle of the room; there were the prepared chains and locks waiting to be used to keep me locked up. While checking in which direction I should lay on that bed, another idea came to my mind. Right above that bed was my electric winch. I could sure implement that one as well, hooking the chains on to its hook and creating a bit extra tension to my imprisonment in chains on that bed. So I loosened the hook to a height that would be able to be reached once I laid prepared and made sure the control of the winch was in reach too, so I fixed it on to the army bed with some tape, else it would have swung away from it.

Now I laid on my front on to the bed, I decided to face the mirror so I could enjoy at least during the preparation the view of myself on there. Next I would a length of chain around my thighs, padlocking it on the front side and pulled the remainder through the legs to the back, there was just enough left to attach the next part. Another piece of chains looped around the MX boots at the ankles and padlocked the same way, on the front, and the remainder pulled through to the back. once I had bent my knees to get the feet near my ass I was able with some strength involved to padlock those tow remainders of the chains together, by now my feet were almost touching my ass and attempting to stretch I found that there was almost no room to go. Perfect, I thought, on to the next part...

I looped the remainder of the belly chain behind the connecting chain between ankles and thighs, so if I pulled on it, it would just pull those feet tighter on to me. Now I used another length of chain winding it x-cross like as an upper body harness around my chest and back, again padlocking it in place. Before going further I added another chain, one end padlocked to the topside now of the ankle chain, leading it between the feet then through the hook of the winch and padlocked it tensed on to the backside of that chain around my upper body. I took the remainder of the belly chain and also hooked locked it on the hook of the winch as tensed as I managed. One more short chain I padlocked first on to the top of the hood and then a little tensed on to the chain that went between legs and my upper back, so that I could no longer get my head fully down to the bed.

On to the final I thought....

A pair of heavy handcuffs was padlocked on to the hook of the winch first. Before I would not be able to feel well I decided then to activate the tens unit. a push on some buttons, luckily I remembered each of the settings blindly, so I had set it on medium level and random activity, immediately I could feel some slight impulses going through both, ass cheeks and balls, I was sure that setting was good and then donned the remote in the far corner of the room. Now I also zipped the front of the hood shut, I was in total darkness now and could only feel my way around, I added a small padlock to it making sure it would not be opened either again before then putting on those thick leather gloves and to make sure they would not get off so easily either, I added some cable ties tight around each wrist, I would not be able to pull those off then until those cable ties were cut off. Now I placed my arms on my back, not without taking the control of the winch in one hand and then attempting to get my wrists into those locked handcuffs on the back. The first cuff was quickly on, but it took quite some effort to get the second locked on the other wrist without losing the control of the winch, but finally I managed. By now I was absolutely tight chained in place, unable to get out myself, all locks proper closed, the keys one floor above me in a locked safe, waiting for someone to come and release me.

But now the last step, adding some tension on the restraints by lifting the winch a little bit. I tried feeling the buttons of the control and managed to count to the right button in order to activate the lift. A small short push on that button lifted immediately all attached chains up a few inches. because of course not all attached and used chains had the same tension, not everything was identically tight, the head still moves around a lot and also the tension on the chains around my upper torso was not yet as I imagined before, so another short push on the button would do it. I pressed the button again, but still not happy with it I pushed that button three more times. by then I was only half laying on the bed, the pull on the chains had lifted most of my upper legs off the bed already, my upper body was half off the bed and also the hood that attached to those chains now pulled my head backwards to an amount where hardly any moving was possible and the gag was even more firmly pressed into my mouth. I was mainly having weight on the middle part of my body, so most pressure now right on the tube of the chastity belt, in which my dick was fighting for space to get his pleasure so desperately wanted.

I decided that was just enough and let go of the control of the winch, once I did it swung back into the open, about 5 feet away of me, so close yet absolutely impossible to reach. I could barely move, yet the slight moves possible caused the leather and chains to crack and rattle, adding to my excitement, the impulses from the tens unit not helping my dick much but to stay as hard as hell, with the pressure of me laying almost fully on that belt adding again to the whole. I was horny as hell and would usually have jerked off right now, too good it all felt, but in the situation I had placed myself, nothing was possible, I was doomed now to suffer, tightly chained, half suspended, sweating like hell, gagged and only able to muffle silent moans into it, unable to cum, alone in my own world with nothing around me but that hard throbbing dick crying for relief. But there it was... the impulses of the tens suddenly went higher, intense zapping of the pads on my ass, the flexing and tensing of the cheeks just added to the misery, massaging my inside with the plug up my butt. more shocks came, separated between balls and ass, it went on and on and on and I could not do anything but moan into the gag, but after a short while it stopped as sudden as it started. I was breathing heavy, I would have given anything to get out right now and jerk myself off., but it just had started...

I had not checked the clock before blinding myself, I had no idea how late it was and of course could not tell when my friend actually would show up either, but one thing was sure, I was in for a long ride ...

I attempted to wiggle, stretch, tried to get free from the cuffs, tried anything I could to loosen anything I could reach or feel with the gloved hands, but no go, I was successfully kept in place, my own prisoner doomed to stay like that for an unknown time. The tens seemed to go on harder as well, some of the shocks were almost unbearable, hard pain on the balls, pain on the ass, pain in the dick, just pain, but no way to prevent or stop it for me. I started swearing to myself a lot in those moments, just to come back to the extreme horniness once all the shocks stopped and I found myself exhausted hanging in my chains. Blind and delivered... all I could do was to accept and take the treatment of the tens as it came, some soft and pleasant, others hard and painful, I definitely had set it a bit too high for my usual likings, but now I was doomed to go through with it.

Time passed, not once I got rest for more than five or ten minutes before the tens kept me struggling, I was so horny I would have given anything for a relief. I could not tell what time it was, how long I had suffered so far, all I could do was wait and endure the suffering I had put myself into. Never before did I have such intense longer scene, I had given it to others many times, but never anyone did it to me that way. It was certainly an experience not to be forgotten, especially since I still was uncertain how long it would have to last. I definitely lost track of time and after some while just gave in to the faith, intense tensions on my body when the impulses went up, moaning and suffering when trying to wiggle to give my dick some form of pressing rubs, hoping I might eventually be able to get off somehow, but all that happened was keeping me frustrated about not succeeding, rock hard, unable to do anything but wait...

I was in my own world far away from the surroundings, so was shocked and scared when all over sudden I felt someone touch my head with both hands. But immediately my friend started talking that he had not expected such an intense situation I had been in, it looked great and he definitely enjoyed the view of me suffering in it. I tried saying something but no more than a few muffled moans came out of my mouth. Each time the tens unit gave further impulses I sort of spasmed as well, not causing any attempt to help me at my friend, but just making him laugh out loud watching me suffer.

I felt him then wiggle on the chains holding me half suspended, hoping he would release those and let me down, starting to let me free again, but instead I could suddenly feel myself being lifted up instead of down, the bastard used the winch to get me suspended completely now. the tension on all hooked up chains got heavier and by the time I was completely off that field bed I was so heavy bent backwards that there was no way to move an inch anymore, my weight in the chains made sure of that. By the amount of time the winch was active I was certain to be almost at the ceiling now when the winch finally stopped. I kept moaning into the gag, trying to tell him to get me out of this, but to no success. Instead he punched me into my sides, I started swinging on that hook in all directions and when he finally stopped I just heard him say that he'd be back later. Another shock from the tens unit, very heavy and lasting almost two or three minutes distracted me from attempting to shout after him again, by the time the tens stopped again I could no longer hear anything from him, was he really gone again, did he really just leave me here hanging that way from the ceiling ? I could not tell. I kept moaning into the gag, hoping he was standing right near me and having mercy, but nothing happened other than the tens keeping its work and with the spastic moves I made keeping me also swinging there in my suspended state.

I do not know how long it was, but finally the winch was activated again, this time lowering me all down on to the bed. I was so happy to get that extreme tension off my body when I was finally lying almost flat on my torso again. I could then also hear some keys rattle; he must have taken them out of the safe and started to unlock a few of the locks. My head was released first, so I could finally bring it down to lay on the bed too, a relief worth almost as much as jerking itself at that moment, also the cuffs were taken off the hook of the winch, but I could not feel him uncuffing me yet. Next he removed the chains on my thighs and legs; finally able to stretch those was just as good as the head release. Another shock from the tens though made me almost jump again, another heavy one on my balls, he must have heard my pain in the muffled shouts I made and right after they stopped, he then told me he had deactivated the tens again after finding the remote in the corner. My legs were free, but my hands still cuffed on my back and other locks still keeping me inside my layers and gagged hooded position. He told me then to get up, feeling his arms giving me support to get off that field bed and stand next to it, a bit weak, but finally standing on my own after a short time.

I thought he'd now remove the other locks, but instead he had attached a long chain on to the chain harness around my torso and started shoving me forward. Obviously he wanted me to go somewhere and I followed his lead. Slowly, knowing my house of course, he was leading me towards the stairs and we slow went upstairs into my living room. There he led me into one of the corners and I could hear him handle the long chain he had attached previously. Shortly after I finally could feel that he undid the locks on the hood and collar and minutes after the collar and hood were off, I finally could see again. the gag still in place made speaking still not possible and my hands still cuffed on the back did not allow me much either, but I turned around to see what he did with the chain, just to find it locked on to the radiator, I took a few steps to see how far it goes, and found that there was no more than about ten feet to move around before being kept by that chain.

I muffled into the gag what he had in mind, but of course there was not much to understand. He then sat back on the couch and looked at me, just as I looked at him with questioning eyes. He then told me that he decided that I should not have all the fun but he wanted some too, so he would not release me completely so soon, hence the cuffs and chain holding me still in place. He lit a cigarette and just watched me, and I could do nothing but stand there and watch him back, any attempt to pull on the chain or get my hands free failed of course.

After he finished his cigarette he came again back to me and finally took off the gag, laughing at me and when I started to speak he just shushed me. I was surprised by it but kept silent then. He then told me that he decided to keep me chained to that radiator for a while, he always had wanted to do that but never somehow the occasion came up. For now I was his and there was not much I would be able to do against it, showing me at that moment the remote to the tens he held in his hand. I knew he was familiar with its use, so I was certain he could get me do a lot of things when needed by merely using that remote in the right ways.

Then he asked what I actually was wearing underneath, he detected the collar of the rubber suit, so knew I was wearing that one underneath, I then told him about the plug, the chastity and the tens. He asked what I had eaten or drunk so far and I told him the usual, I was not much of an eater during day, usually kept that for the evening, but with my tonight’s treatment I even completely forgot about eating something that night. He then went into the kitchen getting me something to drink, he used two of the iso-drinks I had in the fridge and poured them into a glass as I found out when he returned. He fed me the entire glass and said I could use it, having sweated probably a lot in the past hours. He said that it was good that I had not eaten the evening, that way I would not have to use the toilet too soon and he would instead feed me fluids and iso-drinks, if I had to piss, the rubber suit would keep it inside. and inside the drink he just gave me he had dissolved some diarrhea pills, they would make sure I would not really need to use the bathroom in the next two days most likely if I would not eat solid food in that time.

Of course I asked him immediately what he had in mind and all he said was that until the end of the weekend I was his and I should not count on getting anything off I was wearing at the moment until then. He then disappeared and I heard him go down to the basement again, shortly after coming back with some items in his hands. He placed them on the table next to me and told me to turn around, I refused but immediately he used the tens and gave me some very painful shocks, that almost made me fall, I knew that I better turned around if I wanted it to stop, so I did. Then he took my pair of heavy leather mittens and started putting them on my gloved hands, once they were on he locked them and then pulled the still cuffed hands up to the point where he could padlock the mittens together and looping the padlock as well through the middle point of hat chain harness I still had locked on. My hands were now definitely out of order, unable to move them much in any direction and heavily padded inside the mittens there was no more use for them.

Then he ordered me to go on my knees, just to attach then some length of chain to the ankles, each end of the chain padlocked on to one ankle and the remainder then was pulled up as well to the spot where my hands already were locked on to the harness, he locked that chain as well there, making it now for me impossible to stand upright, I could probably stand crouched if I managed to get up from there or else stay on knees or sit on the floor. He added a small piece of chain between the ankles, so now I also could not even make more than very small steps if I would attempt to walk like that. Now he took my extremely thick face shaped rubber mask and pulled it over my head. I had that one made to fit, molded to my face so of course it was a perfect fit. Instead of eyes there were just a few very small pinholes, the nose holes were extended inwards with small tubes which he had adjusted to fit well and the mouth was open, but an attachable gag belonged to that hood. He laced it tight and then added a wide leather collar on to my neck, another padlock keeping that one again in its place now and finally he added the matching gag on to the hood, a gag with a small tube for breathing inside, but large enough to fill almost all the mouth and making much noise very unlikely. Additionally of course the tube can be used to feed fluids as well.

then he stepped back and said that he was finished, and until the end of the weekend - and that mean not only this night but as well the coming two days - I was to stay just like that, whether I liked it or not, and he also had planned other things for my use and behave.

I was of course to remain on knees whenever possible, only when permitted I would be allowed to sit or lay down on the floor, additionally I was to stay with him at all times, not leaving his side, and he will make sure of that by attaching my collar with a chain on to his belt, I had nowhere to go but to stay within the length of that chain to him during all time he was here. I thought what would be if he was not here and where would he go leaving me like that behind ... but I would find out ...

he then said since neither my ass, nor my dick nor my nipples or any other part of the body was available for him to play with other than using the tens unit, my mouth would become his pleasure for the weekend, I was to stay gagged at all times with the exception of those times when he wanted to use it in any way he sees fit, and I was better to do as told or else ... and he waved the remote of the tens in front of the pin holed eyes. He was right, I was doomed for the weekend to do as he wishes, I just hoped he would joke and not go through all weekend with it, which would be more than I ever bargained for.

He took then the chain off the radiator and as told before attached it to his belt, so there was about five feet room left by that chain, I would have to stay within that parameter around him now. Then he started moving towards the couch and I had trouble getting up and in my crouched posture following him with small steps. He then sat down on the couch again and I stood just next there, but a push of a button on the tens reminded me he mentioned to kneel next to him, so I did. He then switched on the TV and zapped around, I could not see since I was facing him, and at an attempt to turn, a brief zap taught me better not to do that again. I knelt there about half an hour with him just zapping around, when he suddenly switched off the TV again and stood up, again I struggled to get up quickly too in order to follow him, he did not actually care or take notice, but just walked upstairs, taking into account though that my chains did not allow me a quick stepping of the stairs. Up in my sleeping room then he started to undress, not before however locking the chain on my collar on to the radiator there. Once he was naked he came over to me and took out the gag, just to immediately push his hard dick into my mouth and starting to fuck my throat. I choked several times, but the view on the finger on the remote kept me going on until he finally pulled his dick back and jerked the last few strokes himself, with a loud moaning he came, and came a lot, and it all went over the hood and leathers I was wearing. That moment I was so jealous, I forgot about the misery I was in and just thought of one thing ... cumming myself.... but as it seemed, that was not in his plans any time soon, so I would have to keep suffering. I felt the sweat build inside the rubber and wondered how long one can hold out like that, but I would have to just find out.

After he came he gave me another large glass to drink, again iso drinks, but almost three quarters of a liter of it, before placing the gag right back into my mouth. He unlocked the chain from the radiator and led me out of the sleeping room into another room next to it. in there I had a wall closet, just large enough for me to crawl inside following his lead by shoving me inside, he laughed at me and said he wished me a good night, and with that locked the door to that closet. I thought I heard him leave and go over to my bed, bastard, enjoying a good sleep in my own bed while keeping me locked in here, but again I realized, at the moment I was doomed to take whatever he decided.

The night was hard, not much space to move, the chains preventing to move much as well, the hands tensed on my back, hard breathing, lots of sweating, and yes, I pissed myself too in the night, feeling that piss inside my rubber suit now as well. I did however doze away a few times; a body takes its sleep when needed not matter what the situation. But finally that door opened again, but just to have the chain taken and immediately attached to his belt again. I had no other option but to follow as before, though it took more time to get up from the prison I spent the night in. he went down to the kitchen, taking out my gag and ramming his dick again into my mouth while I knelt before him, fucking my throat again and as the night before, jerking the last few strokes to spill his cum all over me again, but this time he put his dick back into my mouth right after, I assumed he wanted me to lick it clean, which I attempted but soon after I felt the stream of piss, morning piss, he kept my head in his hands and forced my mouth to stay on his dick during that, I had no other choice but to start swallowing it and with the mouth hole of the hood pretty much sealing his dick, nothing was lost, a few drops went inside the mask, the rest had only one pace to go, down my throat.

he took no further notice then once he finished pissing into my mouth, he just pulled out and zipped up his pants again, turned around leaving me kneel there and prepared himself some breakfast and coffee, I smelt the coffee and would have given much to get some, but being back gagged again and at his mercy I could only wait. He went into the living room again with me on the chain, while he had his breakfast and reading his newspaper I just had to stay where I was.

The day went on, he spent time on my computer, time listening to music, reading more newspapers, watching some series on TV, and all time I had to be right where he was, next to him at the couch, under the desk, following him also to the bathroom while he had a dump there, luckily he did not attempt to feed me that, but I guess he knew that would cross a non-discussable border with me. in between he removed my gag occasionally, he fed me more drinks on occasion to make sure I was not dehydrating, asked how the piss in my rubber felt with a big laugh in his face, fucked my throat two more times and while he was at the desk with me under it I was to keep his balls in my mouth at all times having my tongue play with them, all in all, he made himself a nice relaxed day,, with a toy at his mercy and at his side at all times.

Evening came and while he had a great dinner and me just more fluids and piss he told me afterwards that it was time to go out for some beers. I could not possible walk like that in town but he added immediately that he was joining some friends on a club night out of town, I would not be the only one on a leash so should not worry. inside I was excited, though exhausted and a bit pissed off for the duration of the treatment so far, my dick hurt, knees hurt, all hurt, basically everything did, but he knew I always dreamt of being taken out in public as such object, and tonight he'd fulfill that wish.

he dragged me through the back yard into the garage and opened the boot of my car, it was strange to see someone else use everything that is mine as if it was all his, but somehow I felt again a little excited as well about the whole situation, I was a bit confused actually, but I climbed with his help into the boot and once the lid was shut he started getting the car out of the garage and off we went.

I tried to keep some orientation, turns of lefts and rights, but somehow got completely lost after some time, I do not know if he took the direct path to his destination of was fooling around to confuse me, but after what was at least an hour driving and me rolling in the boot back and forth the car stopped again. It was dark outside, but some light from the moon gave me the chance to at least cover partially the surroundings. We were not at a club or house, but the nearest house I saw was at least 200 meters away, I could make out a few cars standing front of it but more was not to recognize - at the end those pinholes just do not allow much in general.

He had me kneel again and then pushed me forwards so that I ended up on my belly, making sure I did not fall too hard on the ground, it was dirty ground, muddy, stony, nothing I would have gone down in my leathers on my free will, but at the moment I was not in a state to choose. then he took the chain between my ankles and pulled it hard upwards so that with some bending of my body he was able to attach it to the chains around my torso as well, with my hands still locked there it was a tight and unforgiving hogtie again, then he stepped in front of me, pointing with his head towards the house and told me that I had 20 minutes to get there on my own, if I was late I would spend the night the way I was trying to figure out a way back home, since he would leave me behind at the end of the night, but not without activating the tens on the high levels. The way he said that I was sure he was not joking and I better tried to do what he said, so while he went over to the house and disappeared inside I started crawling my way towards it. it was exhausting, it was dirty, I had to pass through several muddy waterholes, I thought how badly my bike suit would be after this, I thought how badly I will pay him back for it when I get the chance, but at the end all I did was attempting to get there as fast as my tight hogtie allowed.

I was not sure if it was the twenty minutes he gave me or more, but when I arrived at the door I heard a lot of guys laugh when they saw this suffering object trying to crawl its way inside and one shouted to my friend that his package had arrived, more laughter inside, I felt deeply humiliated yet also excited at the same time. I was never here before and hooded as I was nobody knew how I was, that eased the situation a little lat least. I heard my friend shout a few times so knew what direction I had to go and it took another while before I finally reached the chair at the bar where he was sitting.

He did not approve or give any reaction for that sake that I made it there, but instead just placed on foot on my back and continued his chat with surrounding guys. he told them all about myself bondage, how he found me and all that happened after that, they all had a good laugh and gave him many more suggestions how to keep and use me, now that my faith was in his hands anyway already. At some point I heard him just shout to me to stay put and he left with the rest of the guys around him, just to return after some minutes and four of the guys lifted me off the floor, carrying me over to the middle of the large room we were in. immediately all of them started using a lot of lengths of chain to almost completely cover my hogtied body from neck to knees, I could not make out how many padlocks I thought to hear clicking but I ended up absolutely immobile inside those chains, only my head still able to move. But that changed then as well, someone produced a heavy head harness and started putting it over my rubbered head, making sure the tube of the gag was free, but after being tightly strapped on also now taking my sight completely, a blinded bundle of chains laying there on the ground now. the head harness obviously had a few rings attached, they used those and some more locks and chains to pull it back again, keeping it rather immobile stretched backwards now as well and soon after I heard a lot of loud chains rattling, they had hooked this bundle of steel on to a large heavy winch again and started pulling me off the ground.

I did not know how high it was, being unable to see, later I was told that the ceiling was 8 meters off the floor, and that is where I went. For some time, I cannot tell how long, but an hour at least if not more, I was left hanging there as amusement for the guests, a new decoration in the club for some time. but then I was let down again, but not all the way, somewhere in the middle of nothing it stopped and I could fees someone handling the tube of my gag, breathing changed so something was attached, but I did not know what, but then I hear my friend tell me that the rest of the evening I will be the dump for any piss or rests of beer in glasses, so I should enjoy myself. I received a push and started swinging wide on the winch and was left alone for a while. Suddenly my swinging was stopped and right after I felt already piss coming into my mouth, they had attached a funnel to that tube and whoever wanted was now using it to piss inside. Over the next hours, I still have no idea how long it was, I received endless amounts of piss and also in-between lots of stale beer, they emptied anything they wanted into that funnel. Of course my bladder filled up and it had no other way than to go into my rubbers, after some time I almost started dripping it out of the collar of the suit already.

I do not know how much time had passed, but I was at the end let down off the hook again, my friend even undid my legs so that I was able to kneel or stand crouched again, I felt all the piss immediately flow down the legs of my suit, if the leathers would not have been on top, I am sure the rubber suit would be bulky now with all the piss inside. I was then told the reason for release, the piss indeed started dripping, but while kneeling there was still more space, so the rest of the evening I was abused the same way, drinking piss and stale beers en mass until I was convinced to feel the piss up my chest already.

the evening seemed over and my friend finally came to me telling me I had now two choices, I could walk home, since he would not want my car being ruined by all the piss that would definitely spill all over, or I could stay here the night, they had agreed to keep me till the next day if I decided so. of course I did not have a clue where I was and god knows if I would have made the way home at all in the chains I was, so there was not much of a choice, I had to agree to stay overnight there. My friend told me that I would most likely not be thirsty at the moment, and of course that was right, so they would store me at a warm place as I was, no need to get the piss out of the suit for the night. The strong smell of all the piss in my suit was with me for hours already, so I guess I would not have a problem with some more time with it.

I was then dragged on the leash somewhere else, in the dark not being able to make out much, but then a few guys again started using lengths of chain all over my body and many locks kept them all in place, just to be once again lifted off the ground, now swinging freely, but with the amount of chains without painful pressures anywhere except inside my chastity belt, that dick must be almost exploding already.. I was later shown that I had been brought into the basement where the heating was installed, nice warm so that the cooling piss would not be a problem, then again also to keep me sweating the hell out of myself. Once I was swinging there I could hear all of them leave and a heavy door thrown shut, and all was dark again.

Yet another night without much sleep I thought, yet another night with a throbbing hard on that cannot get a relief... but somehow I reflected that even with the rough treatment so far, I had actually enjoyed most part of it. Sure - I still will give my friend a hell of revenge whenever I get the opportunity and will definitely come up with something as hard as this now, but he also did me a great favor, this was much more I could have imagined any time, but it was great...

the night passed, me dozing away several times, I could not tell the time, I almost forgot the date, but actually it was Sunday, so the day of my release, at some point .. I was not sure what I would do with my friend that moment, but for now I would still have to see what comes.

The door opened again and a few guys managed to get me off the ceiling, undid all the chains on me and lead me again back into the barroom. It was bright light inside, so even through the pinholes I recognized a club with bar, tables, several dungeon equipments around. but instead of being released now, my gag was taken out and I was told to start licking all the boots I could find in front of me, and I recognized about 10 guys sitting at the bar waiting for me to start working. I knew I had no choice but to do so and started my way there, from one boot to the other... I was thirsty, my mouth was dry in-between, and they probably knew because in between those boots I was taken up again and received the dick of the guy I just licked the boots clean, each of them fucking my throat and at the end pissing down my throat as well. they laughed, talked, made fun of me, but certainly enjoyed that guy doing the licking and after about an hour finally I was relieved of the task, only then I saw my friend also standing there, coming over to me and starting to unlock the chains keeping me on my knees, also then took off the collar and hood, after two days I finally felt some fresh (well stale) air on my skin again.

I immediately called him a bastard and that he would regret this weekend some day when I paid him back, but he then just lifted his hand with the remote in it and I got silent right away. he said 'good boy' to me and then started telling me that this club was where he usually was hanging out, the guys were all members of the same leather club and almost every weekend there were parties here. he would have introduced me some day anyway, but this weekend was a perfect opportunity and way to do that, and finally he added that I had done way beyond his expectations, he was sure he'd have to stop during the weekend a lot earlier, the rest of the guys also then even applauded to it. My friend had told them pretty much about me and what I do or like obviously and that this was a first for me in that way and duration.

my hands still on my back my friend fed me some soup, telling me it was actually already early afternoon and time to end the weekend, but not before offering me something. he took me over to the guys at the bar and started telling me that they would enjoy if I’d join their club as member, they had as said regular almost weekly parties like that in this club and if I wanted, I could become their mascot, but .. a bondage mascot, so if I wanted I could come any time I was free to those parties but would spend from start of the weekend until end always in some form packed, dressed, locked or else restrained to their amusement, be it spending the weekend up there at the ceiling as decoration, be it being abused in ways they enjoyed. But I would have to decide now ... else the offer was gone, since they would usually not take on new guys into their club anymore, they were a closed group enjoying their own fun normally.

I kept silent just a short moment, but my dick answered already in his prison, of course I enjoyed at the end the weekend, as hard as it was, and the view on more of those to come anytime I came here was too good to be rejected, so I told them I would gladly accept and become that member they offered, a cheering went around them, shoulder padding and my friend with a big smile said that he finally got me where he wanted me for some time already, since he had known for long that I would enjoy it a lot. Then he finally started removing all chains, mitts, cut the cable ties and helped me after going to the outside to get out of the suits I was wearing. He also helped removing the plug, a very painful issue after that long time up my ass, but I was glad it was finally gone.

I asked him then for the key to the chastity belt, but he laughed and shook his head, no no he said, that one will not come off so soon, those keys are long gone out of your reach, and we will see when you get them back.; I shouted at him what a bastard he was, but with a laugh in my face, this again was something I just had not much of a choice at the moment., with the tens painfully ripped off my back and the wires removed I was lead to a shower and could finally clean myself, after a weekend in sweat and piss. I stood there almost half an hour rinsing my body before toweling off and going back to them still sitting at the bar, but now with some coffee instead of beer, I shouted I’d kill for a coffee, and they laughed but gave me one as well. They were interested in that chastity belt and asked lots of questions, all of course answered, but again laughed when they heard that my friend was refusing to take it off at the moment.

My clothes of course were soaked in piss and smelled from far away already, so I would need something to wear for the way home, but my friend has taken care of that too. He said for the conclusion of this weekend he had one last mean streak planned. He handed me some tight lycra bicycle shorts to put on, of course showing the contours of the chastity very well, a pair of knee high white socks was given to me and a pair of 30 holes rangers as well. They were two sizes too large normally, but laced up tightly they stayed in place and additionally gave my friend the ability to add some small padlocks on them. Every third hole from top to bottom was receiving a padlock, 10 on each boot then. Then he gave me a completely ripped large sweatshirt to wear, way too baggy but not long enough to cover the view on the contours of the chastity under the tight lycra bicycle shorts. he again locked the collar on me, of course not covered by the too large ripped sweatshirt. now he lifted the sweater and attached nipple clamps, with a slight hissing sigh I accepted them, then he handcuffed one of my hands, told me to put both into the front pocket of the sweater and cuffed the second hand. of course he needed to prevent me from taking those nipple clamps off so he used a thin chain, looping it through the front of the waist belt of the chastity and underneath the sweater through one of the many ripped holes in it attached it to the handcuffs, the hands were locked inside the front pocket and I was not able to raise them up to the nipple clamps.

last he put a plastic card around my neck on a loop, telling me that it was a weekend pass for public transport, so I would not need any money for it. I asked what he meant but he just continued, producing a list out of his pocket and putting it on the bar for me to read. he said that it holds a list of all busses and trams I would have to take in order to get home, each of them with a start and end stop, a total of eight to take. and to make sure I would not take any shortcut with a different bus, at the stop of each bus I had to get off was of course a timetable for the busses passing, he had been at all of them in preparation, and the two numbers behind each listed stop tell me the line and the word count, I had to memorize each of them so that at arrival at home I could name all of them to him. if I failed only one of them, I would first of all not get out of those locked on boots for at least a week and additionally not get out of that chastity for at least 3 months. how I would deal with it regarding work and more, was my problem, but the orders are there and to be followed. about 2 kilometers down the road was the first bus stop, I should better get going else I would not come home at all today, since out here some busses don’t drive all night.

I did not know much to say, but he was clear in what he said, and still I was more or less - again - in his hands... so I said I better get going then, said bye to everyone and started my walk ... at first there was almost nobody around, but at the first bus stop already an old woman stood waiting, seeing me in this embarrassing outfit was humiliating as hell, but my dick kept telling me it was ok, or maybe just the fact of being locked all weekend already was the reason, but having no choice I just stood and waited for the bus. one by one I took the route as I memorized, trying not to forget a single of the words I had to look up either. lots of stares from other people in the busses, laughter of kids, some hazing from a group of teens, but what should I do ... I was unable to get my hands out, unable to cover the humiliating view on the contours of the belt, unable to cover the padlocks on the boot, unable to hide the collar, and most of all, unable to relief the pain from the nipple clamps. at first it was ok, but the longer they stayed on the more it hurt when the sweater rubbed on them, when someone in the bus passed to close by, anything just added to the pain more and more.

but I made it home finally, without keys I had to ring my own doorbell, without hands I had to use my nose, but after some attempts finally managed. my friend opened with a big grin on his face, let me in and we went to the living room, he told me to go on my knees as a good boy has to behave and I still obeyed, but again thinking of some revenge plans to come... then he asked me for the eight words, I had the first seven immediately and almost did not get the last, but finally could name that one as well. but then he told me about his change of plans. eight words mean eight locks, that's what I had earned now, so I could now freely choose which eight he would undo now, with the exception of the chastity, those keys were out of the house and would not come back anytime soon. I sighed and started complaining, but he stopped me immediately and said I just lost one padlock, so only seven left, and if I continued, more will be gone. he really has this mean streak on him, one I had not known before, but he seemed to enjoy it, and I must admit, I started to enjoy it more and more myself.

I had a total of 24 padlocks on me, two locks on the handcuffs and the lock on the chastity. of course the handcuffs needed to go and with them the two locks holding them in place on the small chain, that made 4 already, just three left. the collar needed to go, so two remaining meant one of each boot, leaving 9 on each boot still on. but at least I could move freely, could get rid of the humiliating pants and sweater and with baggy jeans would even be able to hide the chastity and the locked boots if needed.


then my friend told me that another face fuck will earn me 4 more locks and taking his piss down my throat now gives me another two. I definitely wanted to get all locks off, so after having done it so many times this weekend I agreed to comply. he got up and without any words just started ramming his dick down my throat again, this time all his spunk in my hair and face and then just went on with his dick back in my mouth pissing down my throat once again. after that he also immediately removed the next 6 locks as I had just earned them. but that still left 6 on each boot, so still those boots were staying on.

then he told me an hour of licking his boots clean which again were dusty already, including the soles would earn me one lock each boot as well. after so many boots this afternoon, one pair more does not make a difference, so without waiting I started right away on the boots, and he timed it, I had to work on them including the soles for a complete hour, but as promised two more locks then came off. four more to go and I wondered if I would get them off today somehow.

But he came with the offer right away, he said he wanted to fuck me, he knew I had not been fucked much in my life, but he always had wanted it and if I let him do that, another two locks would come off. I was not certain about it; then again I thought I might even enjoy it after what had happened all weekend so far, so with some doubts in my voice I agreed to it. we went downstairs into the basement where he immediately started to tie me on my fuck bench, straps holding my body in place, once again delivered to no good. he lubed my ass and started with two fingers, but obviously the plug inside over the weekend helped, it seemed easy to open up my hole and without further play he started pushing his dick into my ass. slow but steady he pushed it all the way inside until I could even feel his balls touching my skin, then slowly he started fucking my ass, he kept it slow several minutes before speeding up, I could feel him getting more excited, more hard, and with changing rhythms he kept himself in that state for a long time, I am not sure how long, but at least 10 minutes he just kept going and going before finally with a loud excited moan he shot his load into the condom. he stayed another few minutes still, his dick still in my ass and still hard, then he told me that he had taken some Viagra that weekend, so he was hard and horny all weekend anyway, that is why he fucked my mouth and ass so often, and also at the party was fucking several other mouths.

finally he withdraws his dick, took off the condom and had me clean his dick with my mouth, as promised I got released from the bench and another two locks came off. so what was his idea for those last two, or would he get me that far and then stop, still forcing those boots to stay on until he let me out of them. But he already started talking.

he told me that he still was hard and horny all the time, more hard than soft constantly, but it was late, both would have to work the next day, so some sleep was in order now, but he would like us to sleep tied together in a special way, if I agreed, that would get the last two locks off the boots in the morning then. I asked what he had in mind, and he just said his dick needed a place to rest, and my ass was the right place for it, but in order to stay there all night he would enjoy to tie our both bodies together in a way to make sure it remains in place. I found the idea arousing too, not that my dick would have pleasure from it in its prison, but we often already slept laying tight in each other’s arms or similar ways, this one was interesting enough to again agree to it, and of course, I wanted to get rid of those last two padlocks on the boots too.

he collected a bunch of restraints, some rope and some tape and we went upstairs to the bedroom. both naked we stood then there, his front on my back, then he started putting on ankle restraints to both of us, again padlocking those, we both definitely liked those locks. the restrains of each our ankles then padlocked to the matching of the other. then he used some tape to make sure our both knees were tied tight to each other’s knees, making it difficult to stand (or for that sake walk), but that way we were already kept close to each other. next he again slowly pushed his already again rock hard dick into my ass again, slow and steady as before, all the way until his balls again touched my butt. Now with the rope he formed some sort of a harness around our both waist and hips, also looping it between our legs and tightening it just enough not to cut in yet still to make it impossible to separate from each other at the hips. Two collars were now used, one each neck, padlocked itself and then also one ring of each padlocked to the other, our heads were close, I felt his breath in my ear and there was no way to get far apart there either now. last the wrist restraints were put on, each locked itself again, he then padlocked mine in front of me before we both used the last padlock to put his arms around me to the front and locking them with the restraints on my mine, he was hugging me from the back now and we were inseparable tight tied together, I loved the feeling, and would have loved to show it, but limited moving prevented a hug back, but I told him that I enjoyed it more than I thought at first, and even his dick in my ass was more than pleasant now.

the difficult part was to climb into bed now, but we managed with lots of laughing and lots of ouch here and there, but finally we laid in there, side by side, his dick anchored inside my ass and exhausted I fell into sleep. I did however wake up a few times when I felt him trying to move his hip back and forth, of course with little space at all, but in tiny bits he was fucking me again and again that night.

morning came and as promised, the last locks went off the boots, we showered, had breakfast and time was out already, we needed to get to work. during week of course I had to fight with the chastity belt, day by day I got hornier and more and more swearing on my friend for not letting me out, but more as joke than in anger. we phoned often and chatted often, him keeping laughing at my troubles in the belt, but I told him that I will get my revenge some day, one day I will be out of that belt and then his ass was mine. he said he will know to prevent that, but I kept telling him my revenge will be evil.

the following weeks were business as usual at work and at home, with the exception of frustration changing with horniness, but over the weeks I also got more or less used to that belt, slowly feeling it as normal part of me and enjoying the fact of not having the control over it. I did attend the one and other party in that club, and as promised, each of those weekends I was packed, locked, used from arrival till the end of the weekend, and I enjoyed more and more of it.

my friend made sure to take care of the belt, regular during those weekends, usually at the end, he and some guys made sure I am well restrained and then took off the belt for proper cleaning and care, just to get it locked on right after, so at no time I was able to see or touch my dick myself, however they did jerk me off on rare occasions, a feeling so intense I could not have imagined prior to that forced abstinence.

during time I attended more and more of the parties and at the end spent pretty much every weekend there now, Friday after work I rushed home, some food, some cleaning up and then was off to the club, and each weekend I was expected and taken care of immediately. my own clothes locked away at arrival I was then dressed, locked, chained, restrained in any way they wished and then used or not used during the weekend by anyone who wanted to in the club. I think I started getting addicted to it; I was looking forward every day of the week to that Friday and disappointed every Sunday night when I was released from the club again.

Summer came and with it my holidays, 4 weeks of no work, and I wondered what to do all day, the weekends were covered, but during week seemed to me now just boring, I could travel of course, but then again would miss those weekends during that then, so at the end of the weekend before my holidays I dared asking the guys if there was no other option for those weeks and while I had my shower there they seemed to have already discussed and agreed to something. when we sat at the last coffee before returning home they told me that if I wanted to, I could spent the entire holidays in the club. my eyes lit up and a smile showed on my face, how they imagined that was my question, then they said that instead of going home at the end of such party weekend I could just as well remain heavy locked and chained at the club, maybe helping out here and there during week since there was always work to do and sometimes even during week a few guys enjoyed the stay there, so there would always be some use for a slave like me. it was the first time one called me slave, but at the moment I felt pretty good with hearing it. also it meant they really saw me as part of the club, not a usual member, but sort of a property or chattel that is there for their use as they see fit, and I definitely liked that idea...

I would spend the times without use either locked up, chained up, or working whatever was to do in chains, I would spend of course lots time probably just as room decoration when no use was there, since it was summer I would most likely spend some of the time just chained outside to a tree or inside a cage, maybe the one or other club member would take me elsewhere or to their home, but they would ensure that I would not have a single second in which I was completely free. after hearing that I told them that this would probably become the best holidays I had so far and that at the moment I could not see myself in any better location than staying there at their mercy.

That said the deal was sealed, I had to arrange that my house was taken care of proper by my friend during my absence and would arrive the coming Friday and not be released until the end of my holidays, I nodded and made myself on my way home. I was extremely excited about the view on such holidays and had trouble during week concentrating on my job, even got a warning from my boss that my work has given several reasons to complain the past months, but I did not care, I was just looking forward to those holidays ....

and when the Friday arrived, I did not even go home after work anymore, but immediately drove down to the club, where of course a few guys were already awaiting me. I was immediately packed in two heavy extremely thick rubber dry suits, a tube gag of course filling my mouth and a modified full head gasmask locked on which perfectly connected the mouth tube for access before being locked into extremely heavy chain shackles and collar. the holidays could start. the weekend I was used to their likings as usual, but at the end this time, instead of being completely released I was just let out of the rubbers and hood, but the heavy shackles and chains went immediately back on and then I was allowed my shower. when I came back also I was not offered the seat on the bar for a coffee, but instead was lead outside into the backyard, it was a warm summer evening so alright. I was taken between two trees and chains attached to the heavy steel collar to the left and right on to the tree, I was then left there standing naked except the chastity in the heavy shackles and chains, unable to go anywhere, to sit or do much in general. It was hours later when finally someone again came and took those chains off the collar, allowing me to follow him on a lead down into a basement. a room I had not been before, so curious to see all the equipment and tools in it, but without given much time to look around I immediately got hooded, a thick deprivation hood with only a small mouth hole in it, padlocked on of course, and then was lead into the corner of the room, there a small wooden box stood with a hole in its top, I was helped inside, the chains of my shackles padlocked on to fitting eyelets inside the box and the lid closed, only the head sticking out, I heard a muffled good night and then silence, my first night in the holidays, proper locked up, even though I knew sleeping would be difficult, one could have imagined the smile underneath that hood...

three weeks passed, weekends with big parties as always, during week always in some forms of locks or chains, sometimes just chained naked, other times in layers or whatever other gear, whoever was present did as they wanted, and of course I was used to do menial tasks in and around the club as well many times, other times I was just left isolated heavy packed or locked to myself until someone wanted to make use of me. in the middle of the last week however, I was already getting slowly in a bad mood, knowing a few days only then the regular days at work will start again, I guess the guys have noticed too, I caught them often whispering with each other, making sure I was not aware of whatever they talked about. That Wednesday - after a day in full army combat gear locked in chains and having picked weed out of the backyard with my hands all day, they for the first during the holiday invited me to sit with them on the table having a few beers. since I had not had any other than recycled or stale beers in the past weeks, the fresh beer easily got me lightheaded, I told them I had to get some water in between else would be completely drunk, but they just laughed, on my question why they laugh they just said, it is not the beer, but you will find out soon, minutes later I blacked out.

When I came to again, I found myself in the usual cage outside in the backyard, and as so many times before in heavy chains and shackled, hooded, gagged, but not blindfolded, but my ass hurt and some things were different. I first checked myself, I was wearing a leather suit, head to toe in leather, I looked closer through the pinholes in the hood and could not find where the boots ended and the suit started, trying to feel it I noticed my hands in thick padded mittens, but also those seemed attached to the sleeves of the suit. looking further I detected that also the boots were one with the suit. I tried to grab the collar of the suit but also there, even with the mittens I noticed there was no end of the suit and no start of the hood, just a thick portion around my neck, as if a collar was sewed into it. I could also not find any zip on the front of the suit and started to wonder, only then I also noticed the shackles were different than the ones I used to be locked in. inspecting them closer I found no locks, instead welded bolts holding them in place. The same on the ankles and I imagined the identical welding on the collar. But also I tried to distinguish why my ass was sore and moving around in the cage I noticed the chastity belt felt different, still locked, still unable to get hard, but all in all different and definitely something was up my ass, so I was definitely plugged.

trying to put things together, they laughed and told me I would find out, what was the meaning, and why was I out while getting dressed and locked up this time, I tried shouting for someone but the gag kept it down to some silent muffling, an effective gag was embedded in the hood, yet allowing access to a tube that was inside there. I continued trying to get a picture of all when one of the guys showed up at the cage. he looked at me asking if I was finally awake, I nodded due to the gag preventing anything else, then he added that I was out almost a whole day, I seemed to have taken those drugs heavily. did he say drugs? yes he did, but then he unlocked the cage and hooked a leash into the collar, dragging me out, up and after him into the club. six other guys were there already too and obviously waiting for me to be brought inside.

I was lead in the middle of the room and the collar then attached to a hook from the ceiling, I again could just stand there, not going anywhere, then the boss of the club himself came to me and started talking. this is a specially made suit, just for you we got it done. you may have noticed maybe that it is a real one piece, boots, mittens, hood, all of it is one, and maybe you checked for a zip already, but there is none. we had the tailor sew it on to you after you were taken out yesterday, yes it is right, sewed on, since the plan is that you are going to wear it until it is completely broken, only then it will be taken off and replaced by a new one. I grunted into the gag, but he said to keep quiet and listen. I should have noticed the new shackles, also those had been handmade to fit on me inside that suit, and of course they as well were not meant to come off again until a change of the suit is needed, then they would be taken off and after being newly dressed welded right back on. The hood has its features too, not only attachable blindfold to take away that last bit of sight when wanted, also the gag is removable when my mouth is needed but feeding can happen with the embedded tube as well, and if I had not noticed yet, I was also fitted a new chastity belt with some 'extra' features. it was a different one, not like my old one, this one was more looking like a pantyhose, covering front and back completely, also I must have felt the locked in plug, one that will come out irregular only when needed, to do that the suit had zips at the right places. additionally the tube holding my dick as well as the back had electrodes embedded, the tens unit powering them was embedded inside a special pocket of the suit as well. it has multiple remotes; each member of the club now has one on his key ring, so each can control you as they wish by means of those electro shocks.

and in case you wonder... yes, we took care of everything, your friend, well he is one of our oldest members, took care of your job, handing in a notice, we have taken over your house, sold everything not needed and renting it out at the moment to cover some costs for you, you will have to sign some forms though, since we will take that house into the possession of the club, only fair, given the fact that from now on the club will take care of you for good. yes you heard right, for good. you may want to run, if you find a chance to, but I doubt you get very far, since we are used to and enjoy making sure you never are free enough to do so. you will be used as always in any way we enjoy, will be held responsible for lots of the usual menial tasks and will finally be what you are supposed to be, a chattel of the club, part of it, a piece of equipment that belongs to this club... now you may not agree, but that no longer matters, you have no life outside this club anymore, no job, no possessions, nothing, we are your family, your everything and your body and soul is ours now. should you decide to misbehave, disobey, shout or complain, I am sure you know the effects of the tens, so I would rather not try. so here's to celebrate this new part of our inventory - and all raised their beer glasses cheering to each other.

this was not what I expected of course, but aside of not being left a choice, my bad mood in the past days from my holidays being over was gone, actually even with the thoughts spinning my head about this sudden change of situation, I still found myself actually happy about how things turned out now, I was not sure if they could imagine that they would not have needed this force, then again I would probably have been to cowardly to accept it if they offered this future to me. But at the end, the past weeks were better than the entire rest of my life before, so this situation made me actually happy, not angry, I tried saying it, grunting into the gag and nodding my head as good as I could. the boss came over then to me and asked if I would accept my faith and I without further doubt nodded immediately and heavily, trying to show them that there was no resistance from my side to it at all. then the boss just said, guys welcome 'it' to the club, its past no longer exists, it no longer has a name, it no longer is a person, it is just what it was destined to be, a thing that has its place with us.

cheering around the guys and then I was take off the hook and lead back to the backyard, where by now my friend had arrived with a van. I was taken between two trees again but not fixed standing between them but instead a hook was winched down that I had not seen before, rings at the shoulders of the suit hooked on to the bar on that hook and I was lifted off the ground a few feet. a piece of leather and chains dangling now from that hook waiting what was to happen. all the guys then opened the van and out came a lot of boxes, once out they emptied them a few meters away from me, I could recognize lots of the stuff, clothes I owned, tools, toys, folders with documents, CDs, and so on. the boss then said, what could not be sold is gathered here, so aside of this, nothing is left what used to be your past, and now we will make sure nothing will be left that used to make you a person. a fire was started a few meters further and each of the guys started throwing parts of the boxes inside it, I could slowly see piece by piece go up in flames, pieces that used to be me and my past. half way through they just dumped the entire rest at once into the fire, then the boss came towards me again, holding my passport in front of me, telling that this is the last piece of the person, but 'it' no longer is one, so will no longer need it and with a swing he threw it in the now large pile of the fire burning down everything that used to be, yes, I no longer exist, instead 'it' is born, 'it' has been built, 'it' has been taken on a part of the whole......