Straitjacketed - Part 2

Author: Bondagebuddy
Title: Straitjacketed - Part 2
Date: 06 October 2007

Straitjacketed - Part 2

I had been working hard since the beginning of the new year (2007). Career demands left me little time for a personal life. In spite of this, I had a constant nagging, ever powerful need for severe bondage driving my emotional state on a daily basis. Specifically, I wanted to to be put into my black leather Straitjacket and tied up securely for the entire day and made to suffer in my bondage. It seemed as though the colder it got outside, the more I felt the absolute need to be bound completely, trussed up for a long number of hours and made to feel increasingly uncomfortable, giving up total control to another more powerful and demanding human being, my Master.

Anyone who knows a Montreal winter, knows how cold it can get, and my needs were becoming as strong as the cold weather. As the winter progressed the need became overwhelming, driving me to distration and making it nearly impossible for me to concentrate on my work. I couldn't take it any more and I finally contacted my Master in late February to ask for a bondage and discipline session, complete with my Straitjacket. I didn't even want to enjoy the session, I simply lusted after the tight feeling of being totally restrained and made to suffer pain as the day wore on. All the sessions with my Master involve my total obedience to Him, for He will except nothing less. I must admit however that I have a mind of my own, and I can be quite stubborn sometimes, which can get me into a lot of trouble with Him. I've been told that I am not one of the easiest slaves He has ever worked with, but I know for a fact that He enjoys working with me. I think I would even go so far as to say that He has spoiled me, although he can be very stern and usually is with me.

I knew what would be demanded of me, well in advance of any session with Him. The question was when, when would I have the time to devote an entire day to satisfy the need which grew more fierce with each passing week. I asked my Master for the honor of an all day bondage session. He knows me well and can easily tell when I need to be under His influence and total control. I finally managed to secure a couple of days off toward the end of March and started preparing physically and mentally for my session as at the end of February. The first thing my Master ordered me to do was to cease all sexual activity from the end of February. I already knew this would be part of the price I would have to pay for a session with Him. I foolishly complained at this requirement and begged Him to let me masturbate at least once or twice per week for the next couple of weeks. His response was firm and unyielding, ABSOLUTELY NOT! Under no circumstances was I allowed to pleasure myself in any way, period. I managed to refrain for about one week, but after all there was a total of 32 days between the date I called Him to set up the session, and the actual date agreed upon. That was a full four and a half weeks. After one week I was already becoming distracted and losing my self control. I called Him back, frantic and asked once again for His permission to cum, just once. He got angry with me and reminded me that it was only the first week of March, and if I still wanted to give myself up to His control for a day He couldn't possibly allow me to please myself in any way. Damn, I was becoming desperate and I still had 3 and a half weeks to go before my session.

A few days later I called him back and admitted to him that I was in serious trouble. I knew I would not be strong enough to wait until the end of March for my orgasm. My cock was becoming erect in all the wrong places, at work, once while grocery shopping, passing by the condom isle at the pharmacy. I even found myself going through the local Home Depot store, looking at the various lengths and sizes of chain for sale. I asked Him again for permission to cum just once more before my session at the end of the month. I told him I was becoming an absolute wreck, even my workmates had noticed a change in my moods. Luckily, I was able to convince them that it was due to the stress of my workload. Again, my Master refused to grant me permission to cum or even to stroke my dick at all. I was only allowed to touch it to take a piss or while washing it in the shower. However something had to be done, or I risked disobeying his orders to me. He told me to come over to His house that night after work. I readily agreed and wondered what was in store for me that evening. It might be a strapping, for which I would surely be bound and gagged, or simply given a strict verbal reprimand about all my recent behavior and inappropriate requests. He also reminded me that I was still to receive punishment owed to me from my last session, due to my cumming before he gave me His permission. This had occurred while He was stroking my dick continuously while sitting on top of me, as I was still bound to his bed.

After my discussion with Him I knew there was no way He was going to let me enjoy cumming before my next session. No Master would allow the slave to win his point, especially that one. I was in a state of dread all afternoon at work, as I realized that I had challenged his absolute authority over me and I had needlessly pissed him off, but good. I really was in trouble, I sensed it. However in my defence, this was the first time I had given him any serious problems since he became my Master over two years earlier. In that time my sessions had grown longer and become tougher to withstand. However,I learned to trust Him implicitly, and I knew He enjoyed working with me. Had I put this relationship at risk?

Finally the workday came to an end and it was time for me to find out just what was in store for me that evening. I had a feeling of anxiety mixed with euphoria while driving to His house. As I parked I had to wait until my erection subsided just to exit from my car. Upon ringing the doorbell, I felt my dick stir once more within my pants, I suppose this was partially because I removed my jockey shorts after work, having replaced them with a leather jock, which he allowed me to wear, after I told him it was in my briefcase.

He answered the door dressed in black leather from head to toe. He wore a short sleeved black leather shirt, exposing his muscled arms, as well as tight fitting black leather chaps, with a skimpy black leather jock, outlining His beautiful package, just to tease me. The outfit was complete with black leather motorcycle boots. He quickly produced a set of heavy steel handcuffs and locked my wrists behind my back, purposely adjusting the handcuffs so they were tight against my wrists. These would definitely hurt and cause marks on my wrists if they were left on for any length of time. I followed him into his playroom as instructed. Once there I noticed a wooden straight backed chair at the far end of the room. He removed my shoes and socks, pants and leather jock. Then He locked steel ankle cuffs around my ankles and padlocked them to the chair legs, pocketing the key. Just for good measure, he opened my shirt and stimulated my sensitive nipples, squeezing them hard. I moaned softly as He went over to the implements shelf behind me. I knew then that I was going to get more than a severe talking to. Next thing I knew He was stuffing a rubber pump gag into my mouth and locked it behind my head. The pump filled my mouth to the back of my throat as He continued to pump it up. Then He clamped my nipples with clothspins and placed a two inch wide leather collar around my neck, buckling it quite snugly and tied a small rope through the D-ring to the top part of the chair back. He pulled this rope taut before knotting it, holding me fast to the chair back. A long chain was then attached to the handcuffs and wrapped around the chair back, before being brought around to the front of my waist, cinched tight and padlocked with the lock resting at my navel. Then He passed a rope through the back of the chair, around my chest, in a crisscross form and tied it to the chair back. I could barely breathe, let alone move. His arms are strong and He has no problem pulling all bindings tight before tying them off, and locking the chains. I was very tightly bound and dared not move a muscle, judging by the look in His eyes. He was definitely not pleased with me. I told myself I deserved whatever punishment He deemed appropriate and that this was better than having my session postponed or even cancelled. He tweaked and twisted the clothspins on my nipples for about 30 seconds sending pain shooting through my chest. I screamed through the gag and He slapped my face 4 times for that. I was startled by the severity of the slaps and quickly apologized for my outburst. Of course, it came out as a muffled "Tho Thorry Thir". He lifted my chin with His hand, smiled at me for the first time tonight, looked me straight in the eye and told me I had forced Him to take corrective measures to regain his dominance over me. My eyes welled up with tears partly out of fear, and partly due to the pain in my head and nipples. He asked me whether I still wanted my all day session set for the 28th of March, and I nodded my head yes. He responded by saying He was happy to see I hadn't changed my mind, but He hoped I had nothing planned for this evening because He had no intention of releasing me before midnight. I involuntarily moaned again as I thought there was no way I could stand the pain of the clothspins on my tits until then. For this I received a number of whacks on the inside of my thighs with a riding crop. I started writhing about on the chair as much as I could, so that the crop wouldn't land in the same spot all the time. The sting was awful and more tears rolled down my cheeks. He finally stopped hitting me and grabbed my chin again roughly. Then He wiped my tears with back of his hand gently, turned and walked out of the room, turning off the light and locking the door on the way out. I sat perfectly still for a few minutes trying to calm down and get a hold of myself. It was only then that I realized I had a stiff hard-on, despite my pain and fear of Him.

I wondered whether He was really going to leave me bound this way until midnight. I was hungry, and my erection was rock hard. I tested my bonds, starting with my ankles, abosolutely no slack there. I could feel the steel cuffs around each ankle, as he had adjusted them tightly when he tied me to the chair. My wrists were confined behind my back to the back of the chair and I could start to feel pain in my shoulders already as the rope was also tight. I loved the feel of the collar around my neck however, inspite of the fact that it was really snug. Now I was even more horny than when I entered his home. I started drifting off to sleep in spite of how tightly I was bound. Next thing I knew I heard the key in the lock of the playroom door. He was coming back to see me and I was convinced that He was going to release me after giving me a final verbal warning. This scene had all been a scare tactic, done to bring me back into line, so He could show me who was my Master. I was happy because it had worked, I would not be annoying Him again between this date and the time of my next session on March 28th. I started moving around as best I could on the chair, but then I noticed He had his own hands behind His back. I looked up at him trying to adjust to the sudden light in the darkened room. He informed me that it had been one hour since He had tied me up. Then he brought his hands around from behind His back. In one hand he held a tray of ice cubes, and in the other a CB3000. Instantly my facial expression changed as I saw these items. He noticed this immediately and spoke softly to me, telling me this was for my own good, how this was going to help me remain obedient to Him, so He wouldn't have to punish me further. He told me He didn't really want to treat me so harshly, but because I had posed such a direct challenge to His authority over me, He had absolutely no choice. His tone was gentle and his eyes were soft, not as they had been when He was tying me up. I dared not make a sound, as he put down the items to pump up my gag again, stopping only when my cheeks were forced apart by the bulb in my mouth. He proceeded to rub my cock and balls with ice a number of times while I now moaned loudly, He didn't seem to mind at all now.

After a few minutes my dick shrank to it's normal size. I say after a few minutes because He teased me by alternating between rubbing my dick with ice, followed by simply rubbing my dick with only his bare hands, paying special attention to my cock head. Each time I began to go soft, He would stop using the ice and rub my dick and play with the head. I became so frustrated that I was moving the chair as I tried to hump the air and his hand. My dick started oozing pre-cum which dribbled down on the chair seat. He made mention of this fact to me while smiling at me warmly.

Finally He stopped teasing me and I saw His facial expression change to one of complete authority. He made sure I was now totally soft, dried me off, put some lube inside the CB cage and on my dick head. He immediately put the plastic cuff ring on behind my dick and balls. He used the cuff number 3 as this one is smaller and He knows I usually like the one that is one size larger, especially for extended play. The number three cuff was a tighter fit around my cock and balls. He knew He had to work fast, as my dick would start to become erect again very quickly. I was still oozing pre-cum which mixed with the lube he had smeared on my dick. He deftly slid the cage part of the CB over my dick, lining up the pins with the pinholes on the plastic cuff and used short spacers. It felt really snug on my cock and balls. Once it was properly installed and checked to make sure my skin wasn't being pinched (by this time I was struggling on the chair constantly, partly out of excitement and partly out of sheer sexual frustration). I heard the click of the small padlock as He locked it into place. He saw the look of utter desperation on my face and smiled warmly at me again. When he does that I know He is pleased and this makes it a bit easier for me to bear. I knew however that the next few weeks would be anything but easy on me. My cock and balls were now securely imprisoned, with no chance of escape.

He patted me on the head before going over to the implement shelf again, and came back with a cloth style blndfold which he proceed to wrap around my eyes and knotted it tightly at the back of my head, then pumped up my gag again and walked out of the room. I could hear the light switch being turned off before he shut and locked the door. Now I knew I was in for the evening, trapped to this chair, securely bound, gagged and blindfolded. My nipples hurt, a lot and I could feel the cuffs literally digging in to my wrists and ankles. My stomach felt completely empty and worse, now I need to take a piss, having forgotten to pee before I left the office. I was now fast becoming super horny and continued moaning through my pump gag while moving the chair with my struggles. The more I struggled the hornier and more sore I became. It was awful and wonderful at the same time.

My Master let this go on for about a half hour, before he unlocked the door and came back into the playroom to talk to me. His tone was still gentle with me, but he told me matter of factly that it would do no good continue my struggles. He would not change his mind and I was simply exhausting myself. He told me I had to calm down, and rubbed my legs, which still stung from the crop. He talked soothingly to me and told me He admired my feisty attitude, but we both knew this was for my own good. I stopped moaning and my breathing slowed down. He proceeded to check all my bonds, cuffs and locks. He actually tightened the cuffs locked around my wrists by one notch, pumped up my gag twice and rubbed my sides of my nipples under the clothspins. I put my head down as He did this as the feeling of pain and soothing touch was absolutley incredible in my aroused state. He stayed with me for a number of minutes just talking to me and rubbing my body all over gently. Then he was gone once again, turning off the light and locking the door behind Him. I wondered what time it was now, I was becoming disoriented from the excitement, pain, hunger and realization of the fact that I was basically fucked. I would be unable to release any pent up sexual tension I felt now. I was stuck and would have to wait it out, both for Him to release me this evening and for my all day session on March 28th.

About a half hour later, I heard the doorbell ring, and I thought I was going to fall over from shock. I silently cursed as I did not want to be displayed to anyone who walked in the door of my Master's house. Next thing I knew, I heard the door being unlocked and a number of footsteps coming into the room. I heard my Master walking around to the back of the chair. It is amazing but I know the sound of his footsteps, even when there are 3 or 4 people in the room, I can always pick him out. He untied the blindfold and I blinked a few times before looking up at two people standing in front of me. One was my Master's top friend, the other was a good-looking kid of about 19 years old, with his hands cuffed behind his back. I heard the chain of his cuffs rattle as he stood there nervously staring at me. He was already gagged and collared as well. The look on the poor guy's face as he saw me sitting there almost totally naked, bound to the chair, gagged and collared, with clothspins on my nipples and locked into my CB3000 was priceless. He was very young and I was told this was his first experience. My Master explained to both of them that this was just a prelude to a much bigger bondage session coming up in a little over three weeks, at which point I thought the kid's eyes would pop out of their sockets at what he just heard. I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his tight bluejeans, so I guessed his genitals had not been locked up, at least not yet. I almost felt sorry for him as I knew My master and His friend were going to make this a memorable evening for him. Then I thought what a lucky bastard he was too. My Master decided the kid should keep me company, at least for a while so He got another chair and they tied the kid to it, facing me. He was tied as tightly as I was, with the exception that they did not add clothspins to his nipples, and they left his underwear on, but he was otherwise stripped naked. I had the pleasure of staring at his physique, including his crotch, seeing his rock hard dick as he looked at me. When they were finished tying him up, they left the lights on, and my Master was kind enough to keep my blindfold off so we could see each other bound. Then they disappeared leaving us alone and locked up in the playroom. The kid seemed uneasy and kept staring at my nipples then looking into my eyes. We couldn't talk to each other, as we were both gagged, my Master never forgetting to pump up my gag whenever he entered the playroom. I could see the kid's erection moving under his bikini briefs. He was also interested in staring at my CB3000, like he'd never seen one before. We must have sat facing each other for at least an hour, I regretted the fact that we could not talk to each other. I noticed a wet stain on the front of his briefs, this kid was excited and ready to cum at any moment. I didn't even know his name. I think he was sensitive to the pain he knew I was suffering, I couldn't help but wince once in a while. Whenever I moved on my chair, my nipples would send shock waves of pain searing through my chest, and my cuffs were now painfully digging into my wrists. He heard the chains rattle, as I shuffled my hands behind my back, trying to change the position of the handcuffs. I involuntarily pulled my ankles a few times as well, which only served to increase the pain agianst my ankles, as there was really no give to be had. I noticed although he was tightly bound as well, there was a little more wiggle room for him, than for me.

Suddenly, I heard the key in the lock and both my Master and his friend entered the playroom again. They untied him from the chair and he gave me one last look. I could still see the fear in his eyes as they said it was time for his slave training to begin in earnest. I was blindfolded again by my Master, before he pumped up my gag again, checked all my bindings and left with the slave who was by now moaning and fighting them, although he was still handcuffed he did not go willingly. I moaned my support to him as well, which earned me a few whacks with the crop, on the inside of each thigh. I felt sorry for him now, as I really wasn't sure he was ready for what was to follow.

I longed to be freed from my bondage and wondered what time it was. This tight bondage was becoming unbearable, and my nipples were on fire. I really hurt! My stomach felt so empty too. As if my Master could read my mind, he came back to see me again a short while later. He told me it was now 10:00 PM and I only had two more hours to go before he would release me. He asked me to nod my head if I was alright. I hesitated, so He repeated the question. I lowered my head and pointed to my nipples with my chin. He told me he would remove the clothspins in about a half hour, if I remained quiet and good. He rubbed my legs gently and told me again, he really hadn't wanted to have to do this to me tonight, but felt he had no other choice. I nodded my head affirmatively and he patted me on the head, rubbed my left leg once more and was gone. He hadn't even removed the blindfold, but he remembered to pump up my gag a couple of times, forcing my cheeks outward. My own dick was constantly trying to become erect, especially since I met the kid. Having him tied up in front of me for a while didn't help either. But he sure was a sight to behold, all trussed up, especially with that look of fear in his eyes. I tried to rest and not move at all now. It was easier on my nipples that way. They didn't quite hurt as much when I stayed perfectly still. I started hearing screams coming from my Master's bedroom. They must have tied him to the bed spreadeagled by now. It sounded like his ass was being worked over with the same crop He had used on my legs. I wanted to ease this kid's pain, I started moaning but there was nothing I could do for him. The screams got louder and I could actually hear his ass getting smacked with either a belt or with the crop, I wasn't quite sure. The sound was muffled. This continued for about 15 minutes. Finally the door opened again and my Master came back to see me. He hadn't forgotten me. He told me He was now going to remove the clothspins from my nipples and warned me it would be painful. He told be not to make a lot of noise or he would put them back on. I was still tightly bound, gagged and blindfolded. I nodded my head affirmatively and he gently removed first one then the other. I bit down as hard as I could on the gag and moaned softly, though I wanted to scream and hit Him because it hurt so much. He knew the pain I was suffering at this moment and gently rubbed my legs again, talking softly to me. I put my head back as far as the collar and rope binding would allow and continued moaning, damn did that fucking hurt. After a couple of minutes the pain subsided quite a bit. My Master told me it was now 10:30 PM and he had to get back to the bedroom to help his friend. He asked me if I liked the kid, and I nodded yes. He told me that perhaps one day He would fix it so we could be bound together all day.

Then he left my side and walked out, turned off the light switch and locked the door again. Although I was very grateful to Him for removing my clothspins, I really wanted to have the gag removed from my mouth as well. My jaw was now sore, to add to my list of body parts which ached. My balls felt like they were being squeezed in the plastic cuff, no doubt helped along by my cock which was straining inside it's little prison. I was becoming very very tired now. I lowered my head slightly and tried to rest. I must have actually fallen asleep, the next thing I knew, my Master was standing in front of me again. I hadn't even heard the key in the lock or his footsteps approaching me. He finally took off the blindfold, tellling me it was now 10 minutes before midnight. I was so happy to see him, and he saw how subdued I was. He began unlocking the the padlocks to my ankle cuffs, then the chain from around my waist, removing the rope around my chest and the collar from my neck. He rubbed my neck gently. The only items left on were the handcuffs and the gag. He sat me back down on the chair and proceeded to remind me that the CB3000 was to remain locked on me for the next three weeks and a few days, until my all day session at the end of the month. He told me he had deliberately chosen a smaller plastic cuff ring to remind me every minute of every day how I would long for the next session wiht Him. He told me it was for my own protection too, as He knew I would not be able to cum until then. He told me that He didn't want to have to punish me further for now, but if I dared call Him again, my next bondage session would be postponed for an additional week and he would make it vey difficult for me indeed. I looked into his eyes as he said this, and I could see the steely resolve of a Master telling his slave exactly who is in charge. He never raised his voice, on the contrary it remained soft, but still had a threatening edge to it. Of that I was certain. I knew I had no choice but to obey Him and I didn't want to anger Him any more than I already had. I nodded my head and gave a muffled apology for bothering him tonight. I was still gagged and handcuffed, but he had released the air from the pump, so it was finally easier on my jaw, and I could at least partially formulate my words. I knew everything was alright between us as He smiled warmly at me and patted me on the head. He told me to stand, turned me around and removed my handcuffs. My wrists were sore and red as I rubbed them. He bent down and rubbed my ankles for me to help stimulate the blood flow, as I put a hand on his shoulder to steady myself. He then unlocked the gag from behind my head and removed it. Man did it feel good to get that thing out of my mouth. My nipples were sore and would be for the next few days at least.

He still had one surprise in store for me. To further torment me and prove his dominance over me, he told me he was not going to keep the padlock key to my CB, but was going to mail it to a friend of his for safekeeping. He would ask his friend to mail the key back to Him only toward the end of the month, a few days before my scheduled session. His friend lives in Toronto, which meant that the key would be located about 350 miles from where I lived. There was the added stress of worrying about it getting lost in the mail to and from Montreal, as well as worrying about it arriving in time for my next scheduled session. He gave me my clothes so I could dress, and I had to adjust my cock and balls in my underwear, before putting on my pants to go home.

I asked about the young man that I had spent an hour tied up with. I was told he was in the bedroom being put through his first BDSM session. I knew better than to ask if I could see him, as I didn't want to get into any more bondage scenes tonight. I had been bound and cuffed to the chair for a total of 6 hours. I was now very tired, sore and hungry.

I arrived home after a 40 minute drive, gingerly keeping my legs apart wide enough as my balls attempted to get used to being trussed. I wondered how I would sleep each night with the CB3000 locked snugly around my cock and balls. I knew the nocturnal erections were going to be painful and would only serve to remind me of my submission to my Master. Once home I went straight to bed, not bothering to eat any supper. Within the first two hours I was awakened by a terrible pain in my abdomen and balls, and I knew it was going to be a very long 3 week period before I would be freed from my cock and ball prison. How was I supposed to get through this period without cumming, I had no idea.