Straitjacketed - Part 3

Author: Bondagebuddy
Title: Straitjacketed - Part 3
Date: 13 October 2007

Straitjacketed - Part 3

March had been a very difficult month for me. Eager and frantic were states of mind I left weeks earlier. I had foolishly annoyed my Master with my pathetic requests for permission to masturbate, which of course were always refused. This was one of his cardinal rules, once the arrangements for a bondage session had been set, there was no way He would allow the slave to find any sexual release, of any form, for upto one month before the session. Breaking this rule had its own severe consequences. I had broken it only once before and paid the price. That was why I telephoned Him on a couple of occasions to request specific permission to cum, as I had set a date with Him for my next bondage session to be held on March 28th. I explained to Him about the difficulties I was having at work, about my stress level and the anxiety I was experiencing. All to no avail. He would not budge on this point. I simply had to abstain from cumming until the end of the month, or else have my session postponed or cancelled. But I was so horny that I couldn't take no for an answer, so I continued to annoy him promising all kinds of things if He would just let me cum once before my scheduled session. After my third phonecall to Him and my constant nattering about my sexual needs and the unfairness of it all, He ordered me to His home one night after work, where I was taught a second lesson in obedience by Him. It was quite literally a painful lesson, as I had been chained and tied down to a chair for a total of 6 hours, gagged and blindfolded. Not content with the bondage alone, He decided to add clothspins to my nipples for about four and a half hours, while slapping me across the side of my face and using a riding crop on my legs. From time to time he twisted the pins on my nipples adding to my torment. This was all followed by having a CB3000 locked around my cock and balls before being sent home to stew in my horny state for the next three and a half weeks.

Throughout this discipline session, He alternated between hissing at me in a harsh tone of voice with a look that was frightening in itself, to speaking to me as a father would speak to his son, gently and lovingly. I came out of his home that night painfully aware of how much I needed Him to keep me in line. I knew I could be a difficult bottom, as I don't like to always give in, I have a stubborn streak which makes it harder for Him to handle me sometimes. I had challenged His authority over me and He let me know this was simply unacceptable. He would never stand for it.

The passage of time from that night on seemed very slow indeed. It was only early March and I had to wait three and a half weeks, locked in my chastity prison, constantly in a state of horniness. I had trouble concentrating with even the normal daily functions in life. It seemed as though my life was governed entirely by my caged cock and balls. They were becoming slowly more chafed as the days passed. The fact that He used a smaller cuff ring around my genitals didn't help, but He wanted me to be aware of how much I longed for my next session with Him, and in that respect it was working beautifully. I lusted after Him, angry with myself for the power He held over me.

My Master had never given up possession of the keys before, nor had He locked me up for so long a period, before my actual bondage session. I knew He was actually helping me by mailing the keys to his friend in Toronto so I could not annoy Him further, while at the same time ensuring that I would comply fully with His orders. After all, it was my choice to call Him in the first place to ask for an all day BDSM session. It seemed to me that I was becoming hooked on this type of bondage.

By the 26th of March I was becoming a stammering, forgetful nervous wreck who still had trouble focusing on work and my daily routine. I had confided in a close friend who admired my stamina and complete devotion to my Master.

Finally the 28 of March arrived and I bounced out of bed, hit the shower early, gobbled a quick breakfast and was out the door with my gym bag full of my favorite bondage toys, by 6:00 in the morning. Traffic was heavy as usual and I rubbed my crotch through my jeans for most of my journey. Not that I could feel my dick, but that didn't bother me now. I was almost giddy with excitement at the thought of the day ahead.

I arrived almost an hour later, my Master answered the doorbell slowly, as if on purpose, just to keep me waiting an extra moment or two outside, in the cold. He greeted me sternly upon opening the door and let me in. He did not however give me permission to speak. He ordered me to strip immediately. This always got my juices flowing and made my heart race. Once I was naked, He handcuffed my hands behind my back and put my collar around my neck. I was then dragged into his bedroom and ordered to lay on my stomach on his bed. Then I received a number of strokes on my bare ass, with his leather paddle. Each stroke was harder than the last. I did not cry out, as I didn't want to be gagged all day long. Instead I bit into the blanket scrunched up under me. His bed was still warm and I revelled in it. I stole a few glances at him as he was administering the paddle to my ass. I knew I would be punished further for this, but I didn't care. He wore a tight white jock, sporting a hard-on that wouldn't quit. That was all he was wearing. After He finished with the paddle, he rubbed my behind, which was now on fire, then turned me over to examine my CB and the padlock for any evidence of tampering. Thankfully, I passed this inspection and He now gave me permission to speak. He knew that I was not able to cum since He had locked the CB3000 on me almost 4 weeks earlier. I thanked him profusely for allowing me to be tied up all day, and under his control. I knew my day would not be easy, nor would it pass very quickly. I had a feeling that He was still somewhat annoyed with me for my behavior lately. He looked up at my face, pinched my nipples with his fingers, and looked at me sternly once again. Then he spoke to me, softly this time, telling me He didn't know what to do with me as I seemed to continue showing a stubborn streak these last few months. He decided that I would be made to suffer in my bondage today, even more than usual. He wiped the tears from my face as the paddle hurt like hell.

He allowed me one last bathroom break, for which I was grateful, however I had to sit on the toilet as my hands were still cuffed behind my back. I was embarassed to have to pee this way, as the door was left open and He came in before I was finished. He wiped the tip of my CB with tissue and proceeded to put the first diaper on me, adjusting my cock and balls within the briefs style diaper. I had cut the padding piece of another diaper so I would have the extra absorbency protection and He placed this padding inside my first diaper. Then He dressed me in second diaper, which went on with tapes that were stuck to the sides of the plastic material, at the hips. He made sure to put it on as tightly as possible.

I was hoping He would have removed the CB3000 from me before tying me up for the day, but He explained that this was part of my punishment, to be bound all day and not allowed to have an erection. My dick was going to hurt every time it tried to get stiff, and this was happening right now, as he applied the diapers. With the CB still locked on He knew I would be thinking of Him as only He had the key, or so I thought.

Wearing two full adult diapers, plus the padding material of a third, I knew I was well protected from wetting the bed. I hated actually having to lay in soggy diapers, but at least the piss would not leak out. He led me out of the bathroom, and forced me to drink almost a full half litre of water, partly to ensure I would remain hydrated for part of the day at least, and partly to punish me further, as I would have to pee a lot today. I didn't want to drink it all, but he forced me under further threat of making my day unbearable. He then applied the leather cuffs on my ankles, buckled them to the last possible hole, which made them very snug on me. Then he took out my bag of padlocks and locked one on each of my ankle cuffs.

He finally took off my handcuffs only to put the straitjacket on me. He held the jacket out for me to put my arms into, after I finished rubbing my wrists which had been cuffed behind my back for at least 30 minutes. I hesitated for just a brief moment and allowed myself one look straight into His eyes. I realized He was like a therapist to me, giving me what I needed and craved. For just a brief instant I saw a tender look in His eyes, which made my heart melt inside. Then I looked down and heard His gruff voice ordering me to put my arms into the sleeves of the jacket. He immediately started buckling the 4 straps tightly around the back, securing me into the jacket. Next He attached the crotch straps up between my legs, buckling them tightly behind me, with one strap on either side of my bound and caged balls. This effectively tightened my diapers against my genitals, leaving no room for movement of my balls whatsoever. He examined his work so far, as my arms still hung at my sides. There was still some room to tighten the straps around the back of the straitjacket and He buckled each strap as tightly as he could. I had to balance myself as he tightened the buckles or I would have fallen over. Then He tightened the crotch straps by two more notches. Finally it was time to buckle the ends of my sleeves behind my back. He ordered me to cross my arms in front of me on my chest then threaded the long straps through the belt style loops located at the lower sides of the jacket before cinching the buckles tightly. By the time He was finished the jacket felt like a second skin secured to my body. Then He pushed me down on the bed and sat on top of me pinning me to it. I wondered why he was doing this, as He usually applies the collar around me, while I'm still standing. He took my leather collar, which was already on the bed, and buckled it to the 5th and last hole around my neck, making for a tighter fit than usual. He normally buckles it to the 4th hole. He was still able to insert his small finger between my neck and the collar, but He saw the surprised look on my face. As if reading my mind, He told me this was just one of the ways He was going to punish me today, along with keeping the CB3000 locked on my dick, and the ass paddling I had received when I arrived. Then he produced a medium sized rubber pecker gag and held it up in front of my face. I was not happy to see this and it showed. He grabbed my cheeks with one hand and put it to my lips, but I wouldn't open my mouth and started turning my head from side to side. He grabbed me more firmly, but I still fought Him as I did not want to be gagged all day long. Finally I begged him to have mercy on me and I apologized for my recent behavior and for being a bad bottom. I promised to change my behavior and do everything as I was told from now on, including refraining from bothering Him for permission to cum once bondage sessions had been set. It was all to no avail, He was determined to show His dominance over me, as well as to punish me. But I still refused to open my mouth. It became a test of wills between us, with me bound in my straitjacket and pinned under him. Then I realized the more I struggled under him on the bed, the more He had to forcefully sit on my midsection. But He was still only wearing his tight white jock and nothing else. The more I struggled the more He had to apply force, and when I looked down at his crotch, I saw that He was rock hard. He was definitely enjoying this part of the session. He saw me looking down at his package and that's when the look on his face really changed. I noticed this immediately, but still stole a look at his small perky nipples too, all of which made me crazy with desire sending shock waves through my dick as it tried to get erect.

Finally he pinched my nostrils shut and I struggled harder while pinned under him, unable to breathe. I finally had to open my mouth to take a breath and that's when He shoved the pecker gag into my mouth with one hand and sealed it over my mouth. I knew I was defeated, He had won and He roughly turned me over to buckle the strap of the gag tightly around the back of my head. Then He immediately fumbled with my arm straps, unbuckled them and cinched them even tighter by adjusting the buckles two more notches tighter. I groaned as He turned me around on my back again. I was totally defeated now, but He was not finished with me. He took an 8 foot chain and wound it around my arms in front of me and padlocked the ends of the chain together, leaving it just loose enough so it wouldn't block the circulation in my arms. All I could do was look at Him pleadingly, and moan. He was still sitting on top of me, and He was still rock hard. But He was far from finished tying me up for the day. He asked if I could breathe and I nodded yes, but moaned again for Him to remove my gag. I tried pleading with Him, but it all came out muffled and he started to chuckle at me. Then He told me it was time for me to be blindfolded and I shook my head no over and over. He simply ignored me and put a sleep style blindfold over my eyes adjusting the straps tightly behind my head. This was followed by the black spandex hood with built in blindfold, which he immediately put on roughly over my head, adjusting the 2nd blindfold over my eyes. He undid the collar momentarily to slide the spandex material down my neck, then immediately put the collar back on in exactly the same position as it was originally, buckled to the fifth hole on the strap. Then I heard the familiar sound of a padlock click shut as he locked the collar on me. He then rested on top of me for a few minutes hugging my bound torso and head. I lay perfectly still, accepting his full body weight on top of me.

A few minutes later I heard more chains rattling as he locked my collar to the chain leading from his headboard. He waisted no time in threading the other chain (which was wrapped around the bottom of his mattress) through the D-rings of my locked ankle cuffs and fastening this chain with more padlocks, after spreading my legs wide at the foot of his bed. By the time He was finished I couldn't move my legs, they were really spread wide leaving my diaper covered genitals exposed fully. Not satisfied with my bound form, I heard keys jingling as he unlocked the chain from my collar and shortened the chain to the D-ring of my collar by two more links of the chain.

He tested my collar again with His finger and was satisfied that although it was really snug, if I lay very still, it would not choke me. He then gave me a small pillow for me to rest my head and I tried to formulate my thanks for this small mercy, although with my tongue trapped under the pecker gag, it was far from clear. I felt his hand on my chest and realzied he was checking my breathing and heart rate. I was breathing heavily and my heart was beating fast, from all the excitement and his rough treatment of me while tying me to the bed. He told me I had to relax and calm down as he sat back on top of me. Slowly I concentrated on relaxing and told myself I had all day to enjoy the severe restraint and torment He was putting me through. He was quiet now and I felt he was just enjoying himself and the absolute power He had over me, bound as I was. I had been placed in my straitjacket, with all straps secured tightly around my torso and crotch, gagged, blindfolded and hooded, with my legs bound spreadeagled to the foot of the bed, collared and chained to the headboard of the bed, while still locked in my chastity prison and diapered. To say that I was horny was certainly understating it.

He must have liked what He saw too, because after a few minutes of resting silently on top of me, I felt him move. He must have lowered his jock strap, as I felt him start to move on top of me. I sensed that He was rubbing His own erect dick over me and actually heard his breathing quicken. Then he started to moan, after a few minutes His moans became louder as I felt him move his position so that he was directly over my chest and head, while on his knees straddling my bound body. Suddenly he yelled that he was cumming and I felt the spurts of his semen landing on my spandex hood and heard it hit my straitjacket, on my chest. He continued to yell and I felt some of it land on my right cheek and on my nose.

After He was finished He chuckled out loud again, saying it looked funny to see my hood covered with his juice. He wiped the cum up off my straitjacket, but purposely left all the semen which had fallen on my hood. I already felt my right cheek getting wet as the semen leaked through the spandex material of the hood. I also felt wetness on my nose as His cum started running down slightly. I began to smell his cum over my nostrils and I became hard inside my CB3000, as much as it would allow me to. My dick was hurting and my heart began to beat fast again. He stayed with me for a few more minutes, and gently rubbed my legs, before covering me up with a blanket. Then He told me it was time for His shower and breakfast. I was surprised at how much time he would be spending in the apartment with me bound today. He was starting work later this morning, but that meant He would be home later this evening as well. He told me it was now 8:45 in the morning and I had been bound to the bed since 7:45 AM. He was dressed and had eaten. He came back into the bedroom once more to check on me, and actually tightend the chain around my arms and refastened it with the padlock. Satisfied that I had been bound tightly and knowing that I would become increasingly uncomfortable as the day wore on, he sat down on the bed once more for a brief moment. He told me that I had been bound this way so that as the day progressed and my bondage became more uncomfortable and even painful, I would hopefully reflect on my behavior of late and realize there would always be consequences to pay for behaving badly, as long as He remained as my Master. He asked me whether I thought I should be punished more severely for my behavior and disobedience toward Him, and I hesitated. He smacked my balls twice and jolted me into nodding my head affirmatively. He adjusted my gag under my hood, patted me on the shoulder twice, and suddenly He was gone. I heard him leaving the apartment and double locking the door, before descending the stairs and going out the front door.

I was somewhat shocked at the way He had bound me so severely today. I had never been so tightly bound by him for an all day session, and He had never gagged me for an entire day either. I knew I was going to be very sore by the end of this session, but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. Did I regret my past behavior with Him, perhaps a little, but just because He is my Master, doesn't mean to say that I have to make it easy for Him to dominate me, does it. I could feel the cum on my face through the material of the hood and I realized he had spurt more jism on my head and face than I had originally thought. My forhead was becoming wet, which meant He had shot a spurt there too. And I also felt wetness just below my collar around my collar bone. But the best part I loved was smelling the scent of his cum over my nose and feeling the big wet spot on my right cheek. I would definitely be thinking of him all day, for so many reasons.

I could not see a thing, not even shadows or any kind of daylight whatsoever. All I saw was blackness. I was starting to feel really tired now as I had put up quite a struggle under his weight, mixed with all my excitement and his hitting me at various times while tying me up. I tried to get as comfy as possible and I lay perfecty still, loving the feeling of being so helplessly trussed up and gagged. Next thing I knew I drifted off to sleep.

I must have slept for literally hours, as I woke up only when I heard the door downstairs. This meant that the children were going back to school for the afternoon as I heard them yell back that they would be home around three thirty. It must have been around one o'clock in the afternoon. I must have slept for 3 hours. I started feeling those familiar hunger pangs, and wished I could have had something to eat. But that was not to be, I knew I had many hours to suffer yet, before I could hope for any kind of release. My dick was hard in it's prison, and my cuffed balls hurt due to being confined by the crotch straps against the diapers. I needed to take a piss, but I wanted to hold off yet. I tried moving my arms, just to stretch them a little. He had chained my arms so tightly the second time that I really couldn't move them at all. I could say the same for my bound ankles, they were stretched so far apart and cuffed tightly that I couldn't move them. I started to get fidgety, and I wanted to have the gag removed from my mouth. I started getting angry with myself and with Him for being so nasty to me. He didn't seem to care whether I could stand the strict bondage He had put me into today. Then I started thinking of all the little things he did do for me, such as give me water and a pillow to rest my head. He also gave me a blanket, and the gift of his cum on my face and nose, so I would think of him all day. I had only my thoughts to keep me company. Slowly I drifted off back to sleep for a while. I had no idea how long I had slept the second time, but I guessed it to be about an hour or so. I put the approximate time at about 2:00 PM. This meant I had been bound for more than 6 hours already. I was getting thirsty now, and my jaw hurt because of the pecker gag stuffed into my mouth. I still couldn't believe He would do that to me. Now I really really needed to piss, but I knew the process would take a while as I hate to wet myself in bondage. I concentrated for a while and started to feel a trickle collecting between the cheeks of my ass. The trickle became a steady stream until I had emptied my bladder. Now I felt so much better.

I really wanted to cum, I was semi-hard to hard constantly now and my cock hurt. My balls must have been turning blue, the cuff ring was squeezing them and the diapers and crotch straps further encased them tightly. Now they were wet as my diapers were soggy. I wanted out of this bondage and started to moan, trying to find a more comfortable position. There didn't seem to be one. How could He do this to me, my day was probably not even half over and I felt like I couldn't take it any more. I thrashed around on the bed trying to gain some movement for my bound arms, but between the chain around them and the sleeves
buckled so tight behind my back, it was totally useless. Suddenly I heard the door downstairs open and someone climbed the stairs. Then the sound of the key unlocking the deadbolt and the apartment door opened. I got a strange feeling, as someone walked around the apartment, before coming into the bedroom. The person walked slowly toward the bed, and I got the distinct feeling it was not my Master. The sound of the footsteps was different. Whoever it was, they did not say a word to me and I remained perfectly still and quiet. After all, if it was my Master and I made a sound without permission from Him, I would be punished further, probably hit around the insides of my thighs, or the bottom of my feet with the crop, or slapped on my balls. So I remained perfectly still and didn't mutter one muffled peep.

The person checked all my bindings, starting by lowering my blanket, checking my ankle cuffs, even moving my feet to do so. Then he checked my crotch straps by putting his hands under my balls and pulled on the straps to see if there was any give at all, believe me there wasn't any. Then they checked the chain around my arms and managed to find a few more links to shorten it by, making it still tighter around my arms. Then they checked the chain around my collar. My head was then gently turned to one side so they could check the strap of my gag. They seemed satisfied that nothing had been loosened or tampered with by me, but how could I possibly get loose, as He had tied me up so securely this morning before leaving me all alone. Still, this was new, no one had ever come home in the middle of the day before to check up on me. I still had the feeling it was not Him, but someone who had been sent to check up on me. Then I felt the person unlock my ankles from the chains and put my feet together. Another chain was then run through the D-rings of my ankle cuffs and wrapped around and around my ankles, tightly before the chain was padlocked. Another chain was wrapped around and between my ankles and pulled downward stretching my legs taut as it was tied off and padlocked to a bar under the bed. Then a belt was added to my thighs and buckled tightly, squeezing my balls even more. I was afraid of where this was leading to, and not a word had been spoken so I had no idea who it was. The chain around my collar was unlocked and tightened by a couple of chain lengths as well, before being padlocked again. Finally another strap was wrapped around my forearms and buckled on the front of my chest. I couldn't move a centimetre by the time they were finished tightning my bonds. The blanket was carefully, almost lovingly repositioned around my bound body, making sure my feet were covered and then as quietly as they had come into the room, they retreated away from me and left the apartment, carefully locking the deadbolt and descending the stairs, and opening the main door to exit. I was dumbfounded, who the hell was that. Now I was in even worse shape than before, my bondage made even more uncomfortable. I was stretched from my neck at the head of the bead and from my ankles to foot of the bed. The straitjacket was making my shoulders very sore and now I had to contend with further arm bindings around my upper arms and chest, in addition to the tightened chain padlocked around my arms crossed in front of me.

I thought they might have had pity on me and at least removed my gag, but that was wishful thinking on my part, and no such luck. I now found myself in the most rigid and tight bondage I had ever been locked into, and I was all alone in the apartment, without knowing who had done this to me and also without knowing how much longer I would have to endure being trussed up so tightly. My dick was now super hard inside my CB3000 and I wished it would soften, as that only added to my pain. I told myself I had to calm down and try thinking about other things than my current state of bondage. I don't know how I did it, but I knew I was exhausted from fear and I drifted off to sleep again.....