Sleep Tight

eckie - Sleep Tight Author: eckie
Title: Sleep Tight
Date: 28 November 2004

Bud & Max have been chatting on line for some time when they both got together via the web site of "The Maximum Security Institution" at <a href="http://www.strait-jacket.com/">www.strait-jacket.com</a>.

Bud had been talking about some of the things he had experienced and what he would like to experience and one of his main interests seemed to be Bondage and also a kidnap scene.

Max was going to be in Buds area for a short while and put together a scene for Bud, which had been evolving in his mind from all the information that Bud had been giving him. So it came about that Max was in his area unknown to Bud as they were still sending each other daily e-mails about their Bondage interests. The following pictures and text are a direct result of what happened on their first get together. They had never met each other before hand so neither really new what the other looked like. This was the way that Max had asked for it to be as then there was always going to be the possibility of him doing a scene for Bud with out him knowing it was him.

Bud was taking his usual stroll through the woods a short distance from his home, he walked this route quite often, it was a place where he could let his imagination run wild and get away from the hum drum way of his work life. It was here in the woods that he had told Max that his strongest feelings about a kidnap scene had always been. It was a secluded wood and Bud had never meet any one whilst walking through them in about 3 years. So he was surprised to see some one walking in the same direction as him in the distance.

As Bud caught up with the mystery walker the guy just stopped and turned around somewhat startled looking at Bud.

Hi said Bud I don’t often see any one on this walk. The Walker returned a smile and said good afternoon and that this was the first time he had decided to take this walk.

At this time Bud just stared at the guy’s tee shirt which had a drawing of a building that he seemed to recognize.

While Bud was still trying to figure out where he had seen that building before the stranger asked if they could walk together as he was not at all familiar with this walk which as he said was new to him.

Hello, are you still with me said the guy? Oh sorry said Bud I was just trying to remember where I had seen that building on your tee shirt before.

That’s the M.S.I. on the Internet it’s a web site for guy’s who have some strange bondage fetish a friend of mine gave it to me as a joke.

Wow some joke said Bud and maybe not so strange he found him self saying out loud much to his embarrassment. He tried to change the conversation to avoid getting himself deeper into trouble by saying that at least the guy had enough sense to come walking with a backpack presumably with food and drink etc.

The guy just nodded and said oh yes I have a few necessities with me in there but you would not want to try eating any of them!

Not unless you like the taste of leather?

What do you mean taste of Leather? Asked Bud. Well when the guys back home gave me this tee shirt they also gave me a leather hood of all things I don’t know why! I think they thought I was into all of this Bondage thing I forgot it was there until I packed this back pack with some drinks and maps of the area.

They talked and walked together for some time and decided to stop and have a rest some where deep in the forest.

Bud got out his box of sandwiches from his backpack and offered one to the guy whom he now knew as Ken. Ken thanked him and opened up his back pack and got a couple of cans of Coke out of his and at the same time apparently by mistake the Leather hood got tangled up in the tins and just flopped out onto the ground right in front of Bud.

With out giving it a second thought Bud picked up the hood and started to examine it closely. He had seen this hood in use on the M.S.I. which of course he knew all about as he had been chatting with Max. The hood was leather lined and is known as a double face hood with a zip running down the back over a flap, which had an inflatable section. The only opening on the front was a small breathing hole. This was a serious hood for serious players of Bondage.

Yeah strange looking thing isn’t it said Ken you seem interested want to try it?. With out a second thought Bud said Oh yes then thought what was he doing saying yes? Ken was already standing up behind him and holding the hood over Bud’s head and then slowly lowered it over his head. Do you want me to fix it on properly asked Ken? Yeah go right ahead said Bud it was suddenly dark as Bud felt the hood being zipped up at the back.

Ken asked if he wanted the inflatable section to be pumped up which Bud had a little trouble hearing him through the two layers of heavy leather. Bud answered by saying some thing like well I should have it on properly if I am going to see what this thing is like. Ok said Ken and with that Bud felt the section in the back of the hood inflating which made the leather lining of the hood Engulf his whole head. There was certainly much more pressure on his whole head and face as he began to feel the hood cut him of from the outside world. Ken stopped pumping the hood just before it became uncomfortable and then said to Bud you did say PROPERLY didn’t you. Bud could now only just make out Ken’s Voice and tried to answer back but could not get any words out due to the confines of the hood so he just nodded his head in agreement. Just as he did that he felt something being applied to the back of the hood at the neck area. Then it was quiet!

Bud felt all over the hood, and his hart missed a beat when he got around to feeling the end of the zip on the hood. Bud found a small padlock keeping the hood Locked on.<img hspace="0" src="images/storypix/028sm.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" />Bud panicked somewhat and started trying to get Ken’s attention. All that came out where muffled grunts and sounds and he couldn’t see anything or hear anything apart from his own hart beat getting faster and faster.

What the hell was he thinking here, in the woods with a stranger he didn’t know Locked into a leather hood?

Bud got up onto his feet and started again trying to get Ken’s attention where the hell is he where has he gone then all of a sudden BANG straight into a tree.

Ken’s hands caught Bud as he began to fall backwards away from the tree.

Bud then felt his arms being guided into what felt like jacket sleeves and before he came around from the shock of crashing into the tree Ken had applied a leather lined strait jacket with enough straps done up that Bud Knew he was in trouble BIG TIME.

Ken Quickly and expertly applied a chain to the collar of the strait jacket and fixed the other end to a tree then proceeded to apply locking ankle cuffs to Bud. These were joined together with just enough slack to be able to take only moderate sized steps. With these applied Bud was now led back through the forest to his own home although he was not exactly sure where he was going as with no sight out of the hood he was completely disorientated.<img hspace="0" src="images/storypix/054sm.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" />Bud was led into a room which was at floor level through what he thought was a locked set of sliding doors, his home had a set but they were always kept locked how would Ken know where his house was or even get in. Ah thought Bud my wallet and keys were in my backpack which of course, Ken now has control of and he did say he had a map didn’t he.

Was this my home I don’t know all the time these thoughts were going through Bud’s mind while other things were happening to him.

He snapped out of this train of thought as he felt the leather hood being undone he naturally tried to use his hands but felt them restrained when he tried to lift them he worked out that he was in a spread eagle position but standing. With his arms held away from his sides and his feet spread out just far enough to be able to maintain his balance.<img hspace="0" src="images/storypix/078sm.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" />The hood was off and he thought he would be able to get a view of where he was, it was not to be. As soon as the leather hood was of and he opened his mouth to protest about what was happening to him another hood was being placed over his head and a gag being forced back into his mouth.

This hood was made of a heavy weight Rubber it had shaded lenses where the eyes were and had a VERY strong odor of rubber.

The hood was zipped up the back and then the gag in his mouth was very firmly inflated so that it forced his cheeks out against the sides of the heavy rubber. Again Bud tried to see where he was but the room was very dimly lit and with the lenses of the hood all he could see were vague outlines of things nothing was clear anymore.

He tried to communicate but again with the gag it was impossible to make any intelligent sounds he was trapped.

Bud now felt the infuriatingly tight crutch straps of the straitjacket being undone and his jeans being undone. The jeans were pulled down as far as his spread legs would allow, then the straps of the straitjacket were retightened, as tight if not tighter than before. They cut into his groin and made his man hood really strain out. Then one ankle was released from its bonds and the leg of the jeans pulled down. Once done the ankle was re applied to its former position. This happened with the other leg so that he was now naked from the waist down still in the straight jacket and still in a spread eagle position.

With his arms still out stretched just one or two buckles were undone on the strait jacket at the back and with a similar style as with the jeans his top was removed arm by arm and then over his head. All the time at least one arm was still restrained so to make any form of escape impossible. It appeared to Bud that this guy knew JUST what he was doing and in a way this gave Bud a lot of confidence about his present predicament.

Bud was now completely naked under the rubber hood and the leather straitjacket standing and restrained.

Ken left as far as he could tell and he stood there for some time trying to still figure out just where he was. He didn’t have a clue so much was happening so fast it seemed like only a few minutes ago he was minding his own business having his own thoughts walking peacefully in the forest.

Suddenly he felt one of his ankles being released and felt the cool feel of rubber being pulled up his leg, almost to his groin. His ankle was then replaced in its bonds and then the same with the other ankle and leg.

The crutch straps were released from the strait jacket and the first couple of straps up the back were undone then the rubber was being pulled up further over his mid section. Bud new this feeling as being a rubber suit, as he did indeed own just one or two him self. The suit slid up over his mid section with ease as it had been coated with a lot of lube and his man hood found its self in a very slippery confine as the suit was pulled up high into his groin.<img hspace="0" src="images/storypix/0124sm.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" />The suit was then pulled down at the rear and Bud felt a cool substance at his ass it was more lube being applied by a rubber covered finger that invaded his hole. Then another cool feeling as some thing was trying to penetrate him. He tensed up and relaxed his anal muscles a few times as this pressure increased and decreased a few times. Then at one of the times he relaxed he felt the intrusion of some thing cold and steel like being forced into his ass. It slide in for what seemed an age then just as suddenly as his ass had relaxed his muscles snapped back shut and what ever it was that was inside him was certainly being held in there by his own muscles.

Then one arm was released from the straitjacket and immediately placed inside the sleeve of the suit Bud tried to get his hand out the end of the sleeve but it just ended in the form of a mitt with a D ring on the out side. As soon as his hand was as far down as it would go Ken applied a similar locking strap to that which was on his ankles and attached it to the point where the sleeve of the straitjacket had previously been. Therefore making it impossible for him to get his arm back out of the rubber suit sleeve. The same happened to his other arm and with the zips of the shoulder entry suit locked to a small chain around his neck, which also had the hood zip locked on. Here he was standing spread eagle in a full rubber suit with a rubber hood and gag all padlocked on with NO escape.<img hspace="0" src="images/storypix/0137sm.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" />This suit felt very familiar to Bud and it did fit him as if it had been made for him but then a lot of rubber suits feel the same he thought to him self. Again he was left for a while as he thought he made out some one walking past him but the dam lenses of the hood made it so hard to make any thing out in the dimly lit room.

Just how many people would have a suit like this shoulder entry with sleeves that end in D rings well heck its hardly innovative and I am sure that there made in their dozens. Maybe not though it could be mine if we were back home but how would this guy now where to find it I mean I don’t even know him and here he is using my own gear on me or is it mine. I don’t know it could be but then he wouldn’t know would he??

Again I feel my ankle being released from its restraint and again I feel another layer of rubber being rolled up my leg, when this was up to my groin the same thing happened with the other leg.

Both my arms were now released from there straps and pulled around in front of me and attached to one another at the back after going through a single fixed loop at the front and two further loops at the sides. I was now apparently in a rubber suit with my arms being held in a straitjacket position. As soon as this had been done the rest of the suit that was already half way up my body was pulled over my arms and then zipped up the back. This second suit had no arms and just held my arms firmly in their straitjacket position. To further my helpless situation a wide rubber belt was tightened around my waist and a second belt around my upper arms made any movement of my arms almost impossible.<img hspace="0" src="images/storypix/0150sm.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" />My Ankles were now being released and I was led away to be bound to a post that was near by with straps. Again I was left alone from what I could tell and again my mind started to wonder. This was NOT just a coincidence this second suit was most CERTAINLY mine. I know all to well what it feels like and I have no doubt now that I am indeed in my own home. There is a support in my room that I have often wondered what it would be like to be bound to and spent a few hours standing up against it with wish full thoughts. Who was it who said be careful what you wish for?

I don’t know how long I drifted in this position. I didn’t really care at the time as I was already beginning to drift of into that place that only real Bondage enthusiasts go from time to time. It had been some time since I had been there so I just relaxed into my present predicament accepting my fate as it was to be.

There appeared to be some thing happening as I could here the clatter of chains through the rubber hood and every now and again a shape or some sort of form would pass by me. Some thing else was going to happen but what could it be? No matter I knew where I was and I knew all my gear so I was safe on that front at least.

The straps holding me to the post were being undone and I was bought back to some sort of reality. I was led around the post to look at whatever it was in front of me. His voice boomed into my head saying that I was about to go to bed and that I would be left to my own ways for the rest of the night in this thing that I was trying to see in front of me.

I tried desperately to see what it was? Were they chains was that a sleep sack? I don’t own a sleepsack so it can’t be that but its so dam hard to tell with this dim light and these lenses on this rubber hood. The sweat, which has built up, doesn’t help either.

I am turned around with my back to the device that is going to hold me for the night. My manhood is still sliding and slippery in its two layers of rubber the steel plug up my ass seems to be having a mind of its own. As I clench my cheeks and it slides in and out but never going far enough out to be ejected as the rubber of the suit or some thing seems to be holding it in place. The harder I get the more clenching I do the more the plug slides the harder I get so this roller coaster of emotions seems to continue. It seems like I am going to be in a state of arousal for some time yet.

My feet are slowly guided back onto some thing behind me and once he is happy with my position he eases the rest of me back and I feel something start to cover my shoulders. Then with out warning I feel my legs being lifted and I am slowly falling backwards Not to fall but to be supported by this new device. I am now completely horizontal laying on what feels like a hammock. Then a Zip is done up the front and I know it’s a sleepsack I don’t OWN one its not mine where did it come from. I’m NOT at home but these suits I have on there mine I know they are. My mind is in a state of uncertainty. My mind is racing just what is happening to me where am I who is this guy what have I done.<img hspace="0" src="images/storypix/0174sm.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" />I feel straps and buckles around me, then rope being applied as well. After a short while I am told that I am indeed going to spend the night like this but that I am also going to be shown the nature of this new device and to relax. Then suddenly I am turned upside down and then released to fall. I don’t hit the ground I sort of rotate in the air. I am pivoting some where around my waist. I come to rest in a face down position and I feel the device hold me firmly. I try to struggle somewhat and feel my self rotate a bit and find out that I can make my self do a full 360 movement both forwards and backwards.

Then I am held up vertically and I feel the zip of the device being undone around the center of my body and then the 2 crotch zips of the two suits being undone. My manhood is out in the air and the zips are closed just enough to keep it out.

I am now rotated so that I am face down again and I feel my self start to pump air as I try to get some purchase on my manhood, which is straining so badly. As I pump I feel some thing move in my ass the sliding of the plug being caused by my pumping has also started a rattle inside the plug moving. There is some kind of steel ball inside the plug that rattles every time I move which sends my ass messages to move. So I pump my ass to get some purchase and I get feed back from my ass then from my manhood so I pump and pump I don’t ever want this feeling to stop.

My manhood straining for some sort of relief my mind racing about what is happening to me where am I who is he going over and over as I pump and pump.

Then his Voice again as I am held still by his hands around my head.<img hspace="0" src="images/storypix/0190sm.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" />"Sleep Tight you would if I were there."

He says as he rezips my man hood back into its slippery prison.

Wait that’s what Max says to me its him YES it is its Max from the M.S.I. Of course it is, why didn’t I think of that before. ‘It’s the Governor’. Max would know where I lived where I walked I have spent so much time giving away far too much to him and I don’t know what he looks like YES it must be him that’s what he always says at the end of his e mails to me.

God so stupid but now I know I am here for an eternity he lives up to his word I know he does. Please come back and let me see you.

I try to call I try to communicate but to no avail as all I can think of doing is to pump the air to get my ass rattling and my manhood some relief can I really stay like this all night. "Sleep Tight" Sleep who am I kidding not like this I will go Nuts.

But maybe I already am.

He is back again god is it morning already it cant be yet I know I have drifted in and out of sleep only to start pumping the air again and feel that rattle in my ass do its thing. I have rolled back and forth in this wonderful device that he has come up with, but can it really be morning.

Hi Bud I’m going to let you out now so that you can have a pee.

I am released from the hanging sleepsack and taken out of the second layer of rubber, which is my rubber torso suit. The rubber hood is taken of and immediately replaced with another leather one. I still can’t communicate with Max.

I am led to the bathroom and allowed to pee and told to stay where I am once I am done.

My manhood is slipped back into its rubbery prison upon his return and then I feel a pair of leather pants being slipped on. Then another straitjacket. It’s not the same one as before this has a completely different feel to it. I know this feel its "Red" my leather lined heavily padded locking straitjacket.

Its applied efficiently and comfortable not tight I wonder why.

I am then led out doors and helped up into the back of a pick up where I am placed in the tool box which is at the back of the cab of the pick up.<img hspace="0" src="images/storypix/0231sm.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" />I have a blanket to lay on and as I feel my way around and try to find a good position to lay in, I hear the lock of the toolbox close!

I don’t have a clue where I am going or what’s going to happen to me now but its fairly apparent I have more experiences yet to come.

I don’t know how long I am in the toolbox as I feel the pick up stop and start many times and try to imagine where I am and how long I have been here. The pick up stops a few times for a period when I think we must be there but only to start again on its way to my destiny.

At last the pick up stops and I here a door open and close we must be where ever we are going.

The toolbox lock clicks open and I am led out of the pick up and feel cold flooring under my feet and then I am led down a flight of stairs. This is NOT my place or any place I have been before where has Max taken me what are we going to do here. Again my mind starts to race down so many different routes which one will I end up at I don’t know.

I am now standing still in a room I don’t know where I know we are in a room as I had to stand still while I heard Max unlock at least two locks of the door that we had to pass through.

My hood is removed and what I see before me is some thing I never thought was real.

I was in one of the Governor’s own personal wing’s of the M.S.I. and here I was staring right into his own personal toy box.

What was to become of me or happen to me only time would tell?

You may like to catch up with me from time to time but to do it you will have to visit me at the M.S.I. In cell number 1139 but don’t expect me to be able to communicate with you, as I don’t know how long I will be there.

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