Straitjacketed - Part 4

Author: Bondagebuddy
Title: Straitjacketed - Part 4
Date: 06 November 2007

This is a continuation of the same bondage session described in Straitjacketed - Part 3. It should be noted that although this BDSM session took place in March 2007, I have recreated the scene pretty much as it happened, due to the notes I took the week it occured, while it was still very fresh in my memory. (also while I still had the bruises from the session). I awoke in the afternoon, with a sudden start and felt the pain of being in restrictive bondage immediately. I was still bound and chained to my Master's bed, wearing my leather straitjacket, locking leather collar and spandex hood, blindfolded, with a pecker gag stuffed into my mouth and strapped around the back of my head. Someone had come into the apartment to check on me earlier in the afternoon, I was fairly certain it was not my Master, as I know his footsteps and can feel his presence even if I am blindfolded. I know him that well. This person had changed the position of my legs from being bound spreadeagled, to having my legs chained together tightly to a bar under the foot of the bed. The chains were wrapped around my leather ankle cuffs, which were still locked on my ankles as well. My arms had been chained together from this morning, but the stranger had added a leather strap which he tightly buckled around my arms and torso after tightning the chains. I was wearing the CB3000 He had locked on my cock and balls almost four weeks earlier, to prevent me from cumming. The chastity device is a specific requirement of my Master when an all day bondage session is scheduled. My diapers were still wet from peeing a couple of hours ago. I had been bound since 7:45 AM and it must have been late afternoon by now. My spandex hood was now dried, but it had been wet for a number of hours with semen. My master had spurt his cum as he straddled my bound body early this morning, before he left me alone in his apartment for the day, as he went off to work. He had told me that He was going to punish me today by making all of my bondage very tight and by being more severe with me. I had annoyed him for a couple of months with my behaviour and now I was being punished for it.

I felt the leather strap around my thighs and the chain around my legs was starting to dig into my leg muscles. I was getting to that stage of my bondage session where I feel that I can't take it anymore, that I must be released right away. I desperately tried to get loose, moving my legs and bouncing my bound form on the bed and wiggling my arms trying to break free of the straitjacket and chains. Of course that was stupid of me as the only thing I managed to do was to make myself even more uncomfortable and choked myself in the process. That dammed collar had been placed too tightly around my neck, and whoever had come in to check on me had shortened the chain leading from the collar to the headboard of the bed. I felt like I had been fused into one long immobile bound mummy and I wanted to be released.

It must have been later in the afternoon, as the room had gotten colder. My blanket had slipped with all my thrashing and it was impossible for me to raise it with my arms bound in the straitjacket and in chains. I was also becoming very hungry and thirsty in addition to being extremely horny. My dick was trying to stay erect in my CB and it hurt. My feet were cold and feeling prickly, like I was starting to lose circulation there. The chain had been wrapped so tightly around my ankles, but I finally managed to rub the bottoms of my feet against the cold chains that I was shackled to.

I had to pee again into the diapers. I had held off for a while, but I couldn't any longer. The piss started as a trickle between my legs, then I felt a stream of wetness between my legs as I emptied my bladder. It felt so good, but I hoped He woudln't be mad at me for having wet my diapers. I just lay there for a while thinking about Him and what He would do to me when He got home.

Suddenly I heard footsteps on the outside staircase downstairs, then the faint sound of the lock as the front door was being unlocked. I heard more footsteps coming upstairs then the key being inserted into the lock of his apartment door. I listened quietly and laid perfectly still. He entered the house and placed something down in the hallway then went back downstairs to retreive something else. He repeated this a number of times before he finally entered the apartment and closed and locked his door. What the hell was taking Him so long to come into the bedroom to check on His slave? I remained silent as He had not yet spoken a word to me.

He went into the kitchen and walked around the apartment. I heard him going into the bathroom and take a piss through the open bathroom door. It was a strong flow and I was able to hear it clearly. I liked what I heard and was able to envision this in my mind. Then I heard the unmistakeable sound of His footsteps as He came into the bedroom and approached the bed. He placed a hand on my chest and I started moving around as best I could on the bed. He sat down, gave me permission to speak and asked me how I was. I was only able to offer a muffled sound with the gag still strapped deeply into my mouth. He asked me if I wanted the gag removed and I vigorously shook my head up and down. He lifted my spandex hood to my mouth, then turned my head to the side to check how tightly it had been strapped around the back of my head. He noticed immediately that it had been tightned by His friend. Then He checked my collar and commented on the chain being shortened, and smacked my legs a few times commenting on my new position. He tested the chains around my ankles and arms, and both belts as well. Although I had responded to his question about removing the gag, he hadn't removed it. He told me He was tired and wanted to lay down beside me on the bed. He checked my diapers and felt that they were wet. He told me He was not happy about that and it was going to cost me. I tried to beg him not to punish me further, but I couldn't formulate any words properly. Still, he knew what I was trying to say, as he told me it would do no good to beg. But He said it in such a soft manner, I knew He was enjoying His power over me. He laid down and I remained silent, wondering what was in store for me when he woke up. A half hour must have passed, as I listened quietly to His breathing as he napped. I was laying right besied him, and my right leg touched His left leg, as he slept. I loved the sound of his breathing next to me and wished I could touch Him. Then He awoke and got up from the bed. I heard him opening a dresser drawer and I knew I was going to be punished again. I felt the whack of his riding crop on the bottom of my feet and yelped in pain. He ordered me to remain silent or it would get worse. I endured about 10 hits with the crop. Then He rubbed my feet to help lessen the pain. I heard Him remove His clothes and he sat down straddling me again. He lowered the spandex hood to it's former position, under my collar and pulled it straight through. Then He asked me again if I wanted my gag removed and again I nodded my head up and down. He then told me that was too bad as He didn't think I deserved to have it removed yet. I tried to ask Him what time it was and He told me it was 6:45 PM. I had been tied up for 11 hours now. He told me to be quiet now, He was removing my right to speak and or moan, as I felt him lay on top of me. I could feel his balls between my legs as his dick grew to a full erection. He was completely on top of me now and bucked His hips against my bound legs. His feet hugged my bound ankles. I was so horny at that moment I thought my dick was going to break the CB I had been confined in for what seemed like an eternity. I felt Him start to move faster and faster on me, his dick rubbing against my bound legs just below my own dick and cuffed balls. He had placed His hands on my chest as I heard His breathing quicken. He rode my legs and I enjoyed feeling his hard dick against me. He stopped after a few moments and squeezed my balls right through the wet diaper and the CB. I involuntarily yelped and He smacked my face for breaking his order to remain silent. Then he started riding my bound body again, I could feel his erection against me and I could tell He was close to cumming as his breathing became quicker and He started to moan loudly. I bucked and thrashed underneath His weight as much as I could possibly move, while remaining totally silent. Then He shuddered and yelled as he came all over my legs. I was surprised at the amount of cum he spurt on me as he had already cum on my hood and chest in the morning. When He calmed down He told me He knew how horny I must be and that maybe I would get my reward as well. Then He laughed and told me I looked hot bound as I was, and that He had no intention of releasing me yet. I started to protest as best I could and shook my head from side to side until he grabbed me and squeezed my balls until I cried out in pain. Then He got up and I could feel the cum start to leak down my legs and felt more drips as his own dick dribbled the last of His cum onto my knees. He picked up the crop and hit me on the bottoms of my feet again at least 10 more times. I cried out in pain and he
told me the more noise I made the more he would continue. It hurt like hell but I reduced my protest to a wimper. He rubbed my feet again when He was finished and I noticed that this time He didn't hit me as hard.

Then he unbuckled the collar around my neck and rubbed my neck for me. I thought perhaps He felt I had suffered long enough and He was going to release me. But there was still the matter of that dammed CB3000 locked on my cock and balls, not to mention the fact that I hadn't cum in four weeks. Then I heard the sound of more leather and I froze. He sat back down on me straddling me again, and I could still feel the tip of His wet dick on my legs. I wondered what the hell He was going to do to me now. Next thing I knew, He was lifting my head, feeling for the blindfold under the spandex hood. It had stayed in place all day long. He straigthened my spandex hood and I felt Him start to place a leather hood over the spandex. I struggled and bucked under him as I definitely did not want to be double hooded now, after being tied up for over 11 hours. He forced the hood down over my head and placed it properly around my nose and gagged mouth, despite my protests. Then He turned my head and tightened the leather laces at the back of the hood and knotted it at the base of my neck, making for a very snug fit. I heard the sound of a zipper as he zipped it up and realized it was a double faced hood, so I now had three hoods covering my face, including the spandex one. He zippered it fully and adjusted it so I could still breathe properly, although I found it a little harder to breathe. The pecker gag was still stuffed in my mouth and my jaw ached. I again started bucking under him and he slapped my legs until I stopped. He attached the collar back around my neck and this time he buckled it to the fourth hole as the base of the leather hood was thicker around my neck. He kept the chain attached to the D-ring of the collar fastened to the same spot on the headboard, so it was very tight. The hood was so confining because he had laced it very tight and I was becoming really tired now, not having been fed or given any water all day long. He lay back down on me again, still naked as I felt Him start to get hard again. After about ten minutes he got up and took a shower with the bathroom door open. I could hear the shower as I lay quietly. Then He dressed and told me He was going out for supper and that He would see me later. Before I knew it, He was gone, I heard Him locking the apartment door and go down the stairs. Now the house was silent again, and I was still tied up, only now I was becoming exhausted, starving for food and water, and hurting all over from my feet to my legs; my arms and shoulders were sore from being in the same position for so many hours. I was getting a headache from the hoods and from not having eaten all day. But I accepted my fate as I knew I had been behaving badly with him for a while now, months actually. I made a number of my previous sessions difficult for Him as I disobeyed Him frequently. I talked back to Him, constantly annoyed him for permission to cum, complained a lot during sessions, even the shorter ones. No wonder He was punishing me. I fell asleep and only woke up when He was back in the bedroom. I hadn't even heard him coming up the stairs or inserting the key in the lock of his door. He shook me gently by my bound arms and sat down next to me.

Despite Him being my Master, we had a certain camaraderie between us, which I really enjoyed. It was odd, I suppose. We had a talk about this and that, mostly about bondage and my love for it, but this conversation was really kind of funny, as I was still gagged and hooded. So I mostly nodded my head yes or no, as he spoke, sometimes trying to formulate a word or two in response. I noticed He was still not making any moves to end my session, but He just kept talking to me. He saw me trying to move around on the bed and finally I asked Him what time it was. He told me it was now 9:45 PM and He had kept me tied up and chained for a full 14 hours. I heard the sound of keys and a wave of relief came over me. He started by removing the wet diapers, then unlocked the lock from my CB3000 and gently freed my dick and balls from it. He wiped my genitals and proceeded to start pumping my dick, which became erect immediately. I started humping the air and His hand, He told me to take it easy. Of course, He wasn't going to let me cum right away. He squeezed my balls again and this time when I yelped, He did not strike me. He played with the head of my dick and increased the tempo and just as I was getting ready to shoot, He stopped and got up off the bed. I tried to yell loudly in protest. He just ignored me and left the bedroom. I was so horny at that moment I yelled at Him to come back into the room. He came back and hit me with the riding crop on my legs and feet again. I was so fucking horny, I didn't care. His whacks were meant as a warning to me, as they were not powerful. He told me that if I didn't behave now, He would put the CB back on and send me home for another week. That threat got my attention! I decided I had better cooperate wtih Him now.

He sat down on the bed and began stroking my dick again, this time I just moaned quietly, until he picked up the pace and played with the head of my dick again. I started to moan loudly as I felt myself getting closer to cumming. I rocked my head from side to side as I became more excited. My sperm shot out of my cock, hitting my knees and legs as my whole body shook and spasmed. This time it was my own cum that I felt starting to run down between my legs and onto my balls. The amount of cum that I shot was huge. He continued stroking and pumping me until every last drop was out. He chuckled and told me it had almost reached my feet, but had hit the protective sheet on the bed instead. His chest received a shot of my sperm as well. He kept me tied up for another 15 minutes at least, before starting to unlock the chain from my ankles and the collar from my neck. I was really anxious to be released and was worried that He might decide to keep me tied up until the next morning. He undid the other various belts and chains, before helping me up. I felt weak and he helped me to the bathroom, as I was still straitjacketed, hooded and gagged. My feet hurt as I walked, and he supported me. He sat me down and I emptied my bladder once again. He wiped me up and then took off my hoods. My face was red and lined, and he brought me back to the bedroom before he removed my gag. Then He slowly unbuckled the straitjacket and I was now totally free, and exhausted. I was very grateful that the session ended when it did, but I must admit, I really enjoyed it.

He paid me a great compliment when He told me that He admired my stamina and my fiesty spirit. He told me that He purposely left me tied up longer than usual and asked His friend to tighten my bondage even further, after checking up on me in the afternoon. I thanked Him and got ready to leave. I had been bound for a total of 14 and a half hours that day. This was a record for me.