Straitjacketed - Part 1

Author: Bondagebuddy
Title: Straitjacketed - Part 1
Date: 30 September 2007

Straitjacketed - Part 1

This is my first attempt at writing a story for Eckie's great website. The following story is true and occurred in December 2006.

My clock radio went off at 3:45 AM. It took me a few moments to wake up and realize why the radio was playing in the middle of the night. I normally detest getting up so early, but not today. I stroked my erect dick exactly twice, put my feet on the floor and looked at the time. I had better make tracks as I could not be late. My bondage gear was already packed in a gym bag by the front door.

I had packed the bag the night before, as instructed by my Master; it contained a set of locking leather ankle cuffs, locking leather collar, spandex hood with built in blindfold, about twenty feet of chain, numerous small padlocks with keys, clean t-shirt, two diapers, cock and ball restraint, some bottled water and my shiny black leather striatjacket. I showered and shaved, ate my breakfast quickly (two toast and half a cup of coffee). It would be the only food in my stomach all day. I was out the door by 5:00 AM and had to drive in from the south shore over a large bridge to Montreal, then to the east end of the city where my Master lives. I had butterflies in my stomach as I parked the car and carried my bag to his duplex. It was now 5:50 AM. I had been instructed to be at His place before 6 o'clock. As always I momentarily questioned the wisdom of surrendering my freedom to Him for the entire day. I rang the doorbell, the door unlocked and I looked at Him before climbing the stairs. My butterflies disappeared! He stood there rubbing his eyes, with tousled hair, glorious in His tight Calvin Klein underwear and sporting a stiff morning erection.

He is only in His twenties, about 5 feet 11 inches tall, with a slim build, muscled arms, good looking with short dark hair and brown eyes. He didn't say a word to me but there was just a hint of a smile on His sleepy face. He almost looked like a little boy.

I proceeded up the stairs and by the time I put my gear down, He was already back in bed, having turned off the lights. Luckily I knew my way around His apartment. I went over to His bed and stood quietly, not saying a word as I had not been given permission to speak. Finally He acknowledged me, I said good morning Sir, and He told me to "go get ready". I went to the bathroom, stripped, took a piss and put on my two diapers. With two, there is less danger of having my urine leak through and onto the bed. I snapped the leather cock and ball restraint on behind my balls, then separated my testicles and brought the center strap up between them before snapping it closed. It was a very snug fit. I shifted my genitals as much as I could to be more comfortable, knowing that within a couple of hours I would definitely want to have this thing removed. But that would not be possible.

I presented myself to Him a moment later, standing in front of Him wearing my t-shirt and diapers, nothing else. He instructed me to help Him get the bed ready. There never is much time for this. He has less than twenty minutes to have me completely bound and secured tightly to His bed, before He must get ready for work. I helped Him lift the mattress to put the chains underneath it at the head and foot of the bed, encircling it. He then put the leather ankle cuffs around my ankles, buckling them at the last hole, making for a very tight fit, before locking them with the small padlocks. He was still standing there in His underwear, and very erect. He briefly scratched His package and looked so sexy, as I stole a look at Him. He caught my gaze and I immediately looked downward, as I knew I would be punished for looking at His crotch without permission. He then bent over the gym bag to retreive the leather straitjacket and as He did so, I caught a glimpse of his rear end. Damn, He has the cutest ass I have ever seen and He knows how much I admire it. At this point I didn't care if I got caught looking at his ass, it made my heart race. Anyway, he proceeded to place the jacket on me. I momentarily drifted away as the sight of Him nearly naked made my knees weak. He just smiled at me knowingly and told me to concentrate on getting bound. Then He told me He would have to punish me for stealing two glances at His body, one of his package, and the other of his beautiful ass. He knew I had been staring at his butt as he bent over into my gym bag. He also told me I would have lots of time to daydream during my bondage session today. This only made me hornier than I already was. I had been instructed not to cum for 20 days before this session. I used my CB3000 for a week, but asked for and received permission to remove it because it really hurts my balls. I use the 3rd ring from the CB3000, which is fairly tight around my balls and after one solid week of wearing it, my scrotum is really chafed and it hurts constantly. Not to mention the nightly pain in my dick, balls and abdomen from not being able to achieve full erection. Anyway, I promised Him I would not cum and I kept my word, using all of my willpower to keep that promise. He knows no matter how horny I get, I won't cum without His permission when a bondage session has been planned in advance. Besides I have seen Him angry with me before, and I don't relish a repeat of that event.

He placed the straitjacket on me and started buckling the 4 straps on the back of the jacket, one by one cinching them tightly for a real snug body hugging fit. Then He bent down to get the 2 crotch straps and brought them up through my crotch, on either side of my bound balls, and buckled the straps tightly around my butt. The last part to be strapped was my arms. He smiled at me again as He threaded the ends of the arms through the thick belt style loops located at each side of the jacket above my hips. He buckled the straps fairly tightly, asking me if I was alright. I asked Him to tighten the buckles by one more notch and thanked Him for His kindness. By the time He was finished I felt really trapped inside the jacket. Again a fleeting moment of uncertainty crossed my mind. But it was already too late as I knew better than to ask Him to loosen any of the straps now. I had chosen the final placement of the buckles binding my arms to my sides, and He would not agree to change their position now. Next, I was hooded with the blindfold in place and had the leather collar buckled around my neck on the fourth hole. I am used to it being snug also, and He put His finger on the inside of the collar making sure it wasn't too tight. The collar went over the bottom of the hood so my neck wouldnt't be marked by the end of the session. This also prevented me from trying to slide the hood up, even a little. I heard the click of the padlock as He locked the collar. Next I was guided over to His bed and laid down on a large black latex sheet covering the mattress.

He ordered me to spread my legs far apart and put another padlock onto the D- ring of my right ankle cuff and locked it to the chain at the foot of the bed. Then He did the same to my left ankle. I tried to move my ankles closer together just to see how tightly He had chained them and I was unable to move each leg more than a couple of inches closer together. He then locked my collar to the chain at the head of the bed forcing me to stretch as there was not much slack in the chains. Once He surveyed his work, He went back to my ankles and shortened the chain, stretching my spread eagled legs even further. This was part of my punishment for gazing at Him with permission, moments earlier.

Then it was play time, at least for Him! He started slapping my balls through the diapers, adjusting the force of each slap until I groaned with each smack. Not satisfied with my responses, He started to punch my balls to get more of a reaction from me. I tried to put up with His rough play without making much noise, as it was still very early in the morning and I know He likes His mornings quiet. Soon however, I started writhing on the bed and begging for mercy. Something I know He loves, but I was not acting. He really had increased the force of His punches and I was feeling the pain all the way into my belly.

I couldn't see His face as he was delivering these punches as I was effectively hooded and blindfolded, but I know Him well enough to imagine the smile on His face as He administered pain to a slave. As rough as He can be, He also has a tender side which I am grateful for. He then asked me if I was alright, if the bindings were tight enough. He knows I like them tight, but He knew I would be spending a long day chained and straitjacketed to his bed. I told Him I thought I would be alright, He checked all the padlocks one more time and satisfied that I could not move my legs and that my torso was tightly bound by the jacket, He adjusted my hood, and covered me with a blanket. I thanked him profusely for this thoughtful gesture, as I knew I would start to get cold as the day wore on. He told me it was now 6:30 AM and He had to get ready for work. Then before I knew it, He had showered, dressed and left for work, without saying another word to me. I heard Him double lock His front door and descend the stairs, closing the outer door. I was now all alone, completely bound, hooded and tied securely to his bed with chains and straitjacketed. I tried to move around on the bed to test my bonds and I realized that although He bound me quickly, He was very thorough. I could barely move.

I laid perfectly still and contemplated the day ahead of me. It would be a long one, boring and exciting at the same time, for I loved being bound, especially in my leather straitjacket. I managed to work my spandex hood up just a little, enough to see some blurry shadows because the blindfold part had moved up to my eyebrows. He had left the blinds down in the bedroom so it was very dark in the room. I looked around for his clock radio. It has a large digital display. Damn, He had moved it so there was no way I could tell the time, except in my head. But I did have some experience in telling the approximate time, as I had had a number of these all day sessions before.

The collar around my neck was fairly tight but comfortable, at least for now. I tried to lift my head up off the pillow, but I only had an inch or two at most before the collar started choking me. I quickly laid my head back down on the pillow He allowed me to have. My ankles were tightly cuffed in soft leather but I knew the cuffs would start to feel even tighter as the day wore on. I shifted on the mattress again, as if in defiance of being bound. My dick was hard again already and I could hear the plastic of the outer diaper as I shifted my butt on the mattress. I could tell there was no heat in the room, as I started to feel cool. The blanket had already started to slide downward with my body struggles and I thought I had better lay still or risk losing it. I thought about my Master's drive to work which was almost an hour long, and I worried about Him, hoping He would drive carefully. My freedom literally depended on him. Slowly I started to feel sleepy again, having had only half a night's sleep at home. I tried to grab the blanket which was around my crotch. This was not easy to do as my grip was very limited through the leather sleeve of the straitjacket. But on the third or fourth try, I managed to bring it up to my elbows, and I was quite pleased with myself. I thought about how long I had been tied so far, and it felt like less than an hour. I drifted off to sleep and awoke about two hours later. I was angry with myslef as it had been about 3 hours since I had last pissed and I started to feel the need to pee already. I had drank too much water and coffee earlier, trying to stay hydrated as long as possible because there would be no one to give me water (or food) all day. I put the thought of peeing out of my mind and just let myself concentrate on my bondage. Unfortunately for me, I did such a good job on concentrating that I got a stiff erection. Now what was I going to do with it. My balls were starting to hurt in their harness. He had hit me quite hard a few times in the balls as well. I can take a fair amount of punishment there and He knows it. In fact, He has hit me harder than He did today, in the past. Should I dare try to rub my erect dick through the left sleeve of my straitjacket. I wiggled my arm down and began rubbing the diaper over my stiff dick. I managed to get myself even more frustrated than I already felt when I awoke. However my arm movements were not enough to make me cum. Actually, I backed off because I realized I had not been given permission to cum when He tied me up this morning. I certainly did not want to anger my Master as he could make my evening unbearable, even painful if He found out I had managed to cum during the day while bound. It felt like I had now been tied up for about 3 and a half hours. I still had a long way to go.

Suddenly I heard someone coming up the outside stairway and ring the doorbell. My heart started racing, who the hell was that at the door. Had He arranged with someone to come over to scare me, was that person going to come upstairs and into the apartment. Was I about to be kidnapped? I lay perfectly still, as if that would improve my hearing and hoping whoever it was would just go away. After a moment or two, I heard nothing more and thought the person had left. Perhaps he had been ringing at the wrong address. Soon after I drifted off back to sleep again. This time I think I slept for about an hour. When I awoke I realized I needed to pee. It had to be about 5 hours since I had been tied up. He knows I can't possibly hold it all day long. I hated peeing into the diaper as I was ashamed of myself when I did that. I held off for about another hour, but my urge to pee was becoming stronger with each passing minute. I was starting to ache all over as I was severely bound in my straitjacket, my shoulders were becoming sore from not being able to change the position of my arms. My neck was becoming chafed by the collar as I tried to move around on the bed to ease some of my muscles. My stiff dick was hard as a rock, probably aided by the need to urinate. My balls were becoming tighter and more tender within the confines of the cock and ball harness. I had next to no movement possible for my ankles and I felt my left ankle becoming sore within the ankle cuff locked around it. I could hear the chains rattling as I tried to move my feet and legs to change position. And I still needed to take a piss.

I concentrated on peeing into the diaper. As much as I need to take a leak, I found that I could not let go into my diaper. So I finally gave up and laid still with the uncomfortable feeling of a full bladder. At least I wasn't cold, the blanket had stayed up around my elbows and I just slowly thrust my hips up and down and through the diaper, feeling the crotch straps dig into my inner thighs, further restricting my cock and balls. Time passed very slowly now. I felt it was lunch time as I heard the door downstairs (on the main floor of the duplex) open and close and their dog bark as someone came home for lunch. I was having hunger pangs as I had had breakfast at 4:30 AM. I started getting angry with myself again, for letting my Master tie me up and chain me to the bed for the entire day. I was now tired of being hooded and longed to see the clock just to know approximately how much time I still had left in bondage. The hunger pangs got worse, and I felt like my bladder would soon burst. I was becoming stiff and sore all over my body. My need to piss was now paramount. After concentrating again for some minutes I felt a wet trickle going down beside my bound balls. This progressed to a normal flow which started collecting along the crack of my ass as I felt the harness leather becoming wet. What a fucking relief it was to be finally able to pee. I released quite a bit of piss into the double diaper, which started to really feel wet now. I was alone and still felt embarassed, I hoped it would be dry by the time He got home. I was happy to have two layers of diaper protection, as I didn't want to wet the blanket or my jacket with piss.

Feeling somewhat more comfortable now, I was able to relax and settle down once again, the hunger pangs subsided. Suddenly I heard someone on the outside stairs again. Then the doorbell of the next apartment rang and after a few seconds the tenant next door buzzed in the visitor. It turned out he was the one who rang my Master's doorbell by mistake, earlier. He was making a delivery and he rang the wrong bell. I thought to myself, what would he and the neighbor think if they knew there was someone bound, hooded and in a straitjacket, chained to the bed, next door. My eyes grew weary once more, and I slowly drifted off into a fitful sleep. I've spent many a night tied to the bed in various ways, sometimes in handcuffs with leg shackles, all adjusted tightly, or with my ankles roped together, wearing a body harness, and always hooded and with my balls bound as well. I guess I'm a real bondage pig. When I woke up I tried to estimate the time again. It was getting darker in the bedroom, my vision was far from clear, but the hood had slipped upward just enough to keep the blindfold off my eyes.It was becoming cloudy out and the light was starting to fade. Late Fall in Montreal is not a bright season, the days become progressively shorter and colder with each passing week.

I became restless once again as the ache in my right shoulder became more pronounced. I tried shifting my weight onto it and half turned on my right side for a moment or two. Anything to try to relieve the ache and pain. As I turned I felt the left ankle cuff tighten around my ankle. I ended up relieving one part of my body from pain momentarily and increased my discomfort in another part. I was also getting hornier by the hour, my need to cum was now starting to overwhelm me. I desperately wanted to be free from my bondage so I could just hump the bed, or hump my Master, but there was no way of breaking free from the straitjacket or the chains. I had no way of knowing what time it was now, but I estimated it to be about 3:00 o'clock. If I was right it meant I had been bound for 8 and a half hours. I tried to imagine what I must look like, a miserable figure trussed up, hooded and collared, wearing a soggy diaper, with legs chained in a spreadeagle position. The more I squirmed on the bed the more I heard the leather of my straitjacket squeaking, with the chains rattling as well. All this noise was just making me even more anxious to shoot my load all over my jacket. My dick was hard again, but this only increased the pain in my balls due to the harness. I thought about all the times my Master had tied me up in one form or another. Sometimes he would stay home and torment me with breadth control, which I hated and he really like to do. Other times He used a dildo up my ass, while I was bound spreadeagled to His bed with rope and cuffs. If I was on my stomach He would cane my ass or use a crop until I screamed for mercy. Then I would feel hot wax searing my already tender ass, back and legs. He could be very cruel when he wanted to be. Once He left me in my straitjacket bound and chained to a kitchen chair, for just under 6 hours, after telling me he was going out for about 3 hours. When He returned, he started playing rough with me again. He kept me tied to the chair for over 7 hours that day. When he gets like that I become afraid of him as I never know what to expect next. He is not one to stop playing immediately when you ask for mercy. He is also not one for being in a hurry to untie his slaves.

I looked across the room again through my hood and realized that my vision had now almost completely disappeared. This meant it was getting dark out so it had to be just a little past 4 in the afternoon. I suddenly felt like I simply couldn't take the bondage any longer. I wanted to be free immediately. I lifted my head up off the pillow and tried to force my ankles up toward me and thrashed around on the mattress. All I succeeded in doing was making my ankles sore and my cock and balls hurt more. I guessed that the leather harness had started to dry from my piss and it was shrinking just enough to tighten up around my genitals. The collar around my neck hurt as I thrashed around. My arms felt sore and stiff now, being in the same position for so many hours. Of course it was useless for me to try to escape, but I still liked to be defiant and try to get loose. I also realized again how much I loved being completely bound like this and left alone to suffer many hours of solitude in increasingly uncomfortable bondage.

Now it was completely dark in the bedroom and I was becoming cold again. My blanket had slipped to my dick which was hard constantly now. I fumbled with the blanket, it was almost off my left leg, and I was becoming very cold. I tried to roll over on my left hoping that I would take the blanket with me and it worked, my legs were both covered again, then I tried to grasp it with my fingers through the leather sleeves and after a few attempts, I was able to grab it and bring it back up to my elbows. One more problem, I always need to pee when I get cold. I felt my bladder filling up with piss again. In spite of my first leak a few hours ago, I must not have emptied my bladder. Damn, I really didn't want to have to piss into the diapers again, as they were now starting to dry out somewhat.

I hoped I would be able to hold off for a while longer, and I did. It seemed to me that the room had been completely dark for about an hour, which meant it was a little past 5:00 PM. I had now been bound for about 10 and a half hours. Still no sign of my Master. Was He delayed at work, was He alright, was He caught up in traffic, where the hell was He? I wanted out of my bondage and my need to piss again was becoming stronger. More time had passed, I estimated that the room had gone dark about two hours ago, but I could not be sure. Maybe it was only one hour. Gratefully my dick began to flow with piss again. I didn't want to empty myself completely so I tried to stop it as soon as possible. The pressure in my bladder lessened somewhat. I could hold the rest until He came home, at least that was what I hoped.

About a half hour later, I heard footsteps outside as someone climbed the front steps. My heart sank when I realized it was someone entering the main floor duplex. I had no choice but to continue to wait for my Master to come home to release me. I must have drifted off again, I thought I heard someone coming up the inside stairs, then put the key in the lock, but I wasn't sure if I was dreaming. Next thing I knew it was Him laying His hand gently on my chest. I asked for permission to speak, greeted Him and told Him how happy I was that He was home. He told me how tired He was as he had had a very busy day and the traffic was heavy on the way home. I asked Him what time it was. He told me it was 6:30 PM I had been bound for 12 hours exactly. He took another pillow and lay down beside me. I tried to move as much as I could to give Him room, but not much chance of that. He lay qietly for 15 minutes. I love to listen to his breathing next to me as I lay bound. I was still bound exactly as He had left me early in the morning. He hadn't even removed my hood. I dared not ask for any favors. After He rested He got up and asked me how my day had been. What could I say, frustrating as hell, horny, somewhat painful, embarassed at peeing into my diapers, twice. He told me it was alright. He definitely seemed tired, but in a good mood; lucky for me. He tore my diapers off me and I asked for some water. He lifted my hood just slightly and gave me water from my bottle, when I had finished drinking, He replaced the hood over my head. I took this to mean that He was not in a hurry to release me from my bondage yet.

Then he jumped on the bed and started punching my balls again. This time it hurt even more as I no longer had the protection of the double diapers. I tried not to cry out but after a number of punches I really felt the pain. I begged him to stop and He answered that He knew I loved it, so He just continued to punch and slap my balls and legs. Finally I could take it no longer and begged him for mercy, I told Him I would do anything if He would just stop striking my balls. He did, but then I heard Him putting on a pair of latex gloves and I shuddered. I knew what that meant. I would finally get my reward, but what would he do to me before allowing me to cum. He approached the bed again and climbed back on top of me. He quickly inserted a finger up my ass, without lubrication and began finger fucking me, massaging my prostate. He grabbed my rock hard dick with his other hand and began to pump me, slowly at first but then He picked up the tempo. I jerked my head from side to side, still hooded, and begged Him to stop once again. He asked me what was wrong, didn't I want to cum? I obviously did as I could think of nothing else for hours now, but I needed some lube. He went for the lube and reinserted his finger applying lube and gently massaged my prostate slowly for another few minutes. This was accompanied by slow motion pumping of my cock. He told me I was now leaking like a slut. Then he stopped again and I could have screamed. He got off the bed and let me calm down, my heart rate returning to normal. But I still hadn't cum, and he knew it, He just loved to tease me and make me suffer in many ways. He unlocked my collar, and buckled it tighter by one more notch. Then he sat back on top of me again and started massaging my prostate for the third time, this time more roughly, while at the same time pumping my dick relentlessly, paying special attention to the head and glans. He warned me not to cum yet, under threat of further punishment, but I was past the point of no return and I erupted, and screamed! I shot spurt after spurt of jism all over my leather covered arms and chest. When I was finally finished, He chuckled and got some paper towels to clean up my cum. I was now totally spent physically and mentally, weak from my long ordeal and not having eaten anthing in about 15 hours. He told me He would have gagged me had He known I was going to make such a racket screaming and moaning loudly. He finally took off my hood and I asked what time it was. He said it was 7:30 PM, I had been straitjacketed and bound to his bed for exactly 13 hours. He released my ankles from the chains, and my collar as well. I sure was happy to get that thing off my neck, it was tight. Then He turned me over to unbuckle my straitjacket. He had to help me up from the bed, I ran to the bathroom to take another leak. He warned me that I would pay a penalty for cumming before he gave His permission, on my next bondage session. This is not something I take lightly as I know He means it. But I will have the pleasure of wondering what that penalty will be for a while, until my next long BDSM session. Today's session almost set a new record for my bondage. I missed it by about a half hour only. Oh well, there's always next time