Straitjacketed - Part 5

Author: Bondagebuddy
Title: Straitjacketed - Part 5
Date: 09 December 2007

Straitjacketed - Part 5

I had had a couple of other all day sessions during the spring and early summer of 2007, then took some time off to do other things. It is sometimes just too damn hot to be tied up all day long, even for a strong bondage enthusiast like myself. Besides, my Master was moving and temporarily not available to take care of His slaves. Needless to say, a slave can get into trouble when his master is not available to keep him under control.

However, I was able to set up an appointment a few weeks ago, for a session which took place at the end of November. I was given my usual abstinence orders upon calling my Master. Shit, I wasn't allowed to cum for almost 3 weeks, again. Damn that was so annoying, as the more I am told I cannot cum under any circumstances, the more hornier I get. However, I remembered the trouble I got myself into earlier this year and He told me He would be keeping close watch on me for signs of disobedience. I don't know how the hell He does it, but He can read me like a book. When I'm in his presence, He knows if I have disobeyed him to get my rocks off.

I begged Him not to put the CB3000 on me this time and I made a promise to be good and not give in to temptation. To my great surprise, He agreed, with one proviso. He agreed that I could remain free of a chastity device, however He warned me not to dare disobey Him or I would endure a painful session indeed.

Well, I thought I could outsmart Him at least one time. After all, He couldn't possibly be able to detect whether I had cum a couple of weeks earlier than the scheduled date now, could He. So one night after a hard day at work, I got to feeling extremely horny and let nature take its course. I figured I would have enough time to build up a good load of semen again in my balls before my scheduled date and He would never know the difference. I couldn't have been more wrong.

I showed up bright and early in the morning on the appointed date in late November '07, and my Master answered the door in a groggy state. I could tell that I had just woken him up, sometimes that can be a good thing and sometimes it can be a bad thing, depending on his mood. This particular morning he didn''t seem to be in the best of moods, although He greeted me with a wicked smile and was sporting a woody that was truly something to behold. I couldn't help it, I caught myself staring at his beautiful dick, as he had thrown on a bathrobe to answer the door, but the robe had begun to part, revealing a strong boner and my two favourite orbs.

That was one point against me, as He clearly saw me staring at Him. He did not say a word to me, but the look He gave me was enough for me to start regretting my stare. Also, I had not been given permission to speak but I commented on how much I liked his new place. He again smiled back at me, then reminded me that I should not have spoken. Damn, that was the second point I would be punished for. I put my gym bag down gently, at least that did not make a lot of noise, another pet peeve of His, early in the morning. He brandished a heavy set of steel cuffs and I assumed the position. I put my head down and clasped my hands behind my back. My own dick was hard as he clamped the cuffs onto my wrists and tightened them as much as he could, until I winced and said ouch. That was my third mistake, and He simply said "That's three, keep it up and you will have a very interesting session today". I dared not even apologize, at least not yet, as that would be taken for my fourth mistake. He still had not given me permission to speak or utter a sound. He then buckled a 2 inch leather collar around my neck, adjusted it snugly and gave me a tour of the apartment, which I knew he was sharing with not one but two other roommates. It was large, with three bedrooms, a big hallway, living room and kitchen. But it only had one bathroom. I noticed this immediately and I was disappointed as I knew I would not be permitted to use the bathroom once his roomies were home.

Then He took me back into His bedroom and closed and locked the door. I coulddn't help but notice the lock on the door, for which he had a key. We were effectively locked in. He saw me looking at the door and finally gave me permission to speak, and explained that His bedroom was the only one that locked. He would be locking me up in his bedroom today, so if any one of his roomies were home they could not come into His room. Of course this meant, I would have to remain absolutely quiet all day long. Being further locked up appealed to me and made me excited.

The room was large and his bed stood in the middle of it. It was a great bondage bed, as there was a big steel headboard, complete with lots of bars. There was a small additional room just off His bedroom, large enough to hold His trunk which contained all his tools of the bondage trade, in addition to His medical table, where he also tied up his slaves before whipping them. I was present for a number of these whipping sessions, but thankfully He had never tied me to it. I always got the bed, which was a lot more comfortable.

He kept the handcuffs on me but removed my jeans, socks, and underwear, and unbuttoned my shirt. He then spread my legs and attached leather ankle cuffs, buckling them to the last hole, padlocked them and threaded a rope to hooks in either side of the door frame at the entrance to the small additional room. Next He looped a rope through the d-ring at the back of the collar and tied it off through a hook in the top center of the door frame. I did not like to have my hands cuffed behind my back while being collared and strung up so to speak, but he stayed with me, so presumably I wasn't in any danger of hanging myself if I lost my balance. I wondered what was going on as this form of bondage was unusual for him. He said nothing to me and I dared not question what he was doing, but just went along with it. Next I was blindfolded. I heard Him searching through his chest of toys and I started feeling uneasy. Was he going to whip me standing in this position. I then felt the tip of the penis gag against my lips and I instinctively turned my head away from it. He grabbed my balls and squeezed them until I opened my mouth in pain, giving Him the time He needed to shove the gag into my mouth before quickly buckling it behind my head. I moaned and shook my head from side to side signaling to him that I did not want to be gagged. He stood there silently for a moment in front of me and gently worked my dick, pumping it up and down. This just got me moaning more as I became hard again. Then I felt his grip tighten around my balls as he asked me whether I had cum since I made the appointment for today's session, 19 days earlier. I shook my head no, but I guess I did it too quickly. So He tightened his grip harder around my balls and asked me the same question again. Again I shook my head no and tried to utter the words "no Master, definitely not". He released his grip around my balls and went behind me. I felt him checking my handcuffs and he adjusted them tighter by two notches on each wrist. I yelped and started mumbling as this was hurting my wrists more than before. Then I heard him come back around to face me and felt him playing with my nipples, making them hard. After a couple of minutes of toying with each nipple, He squeezed my right nipple firmly and applied a clothspin to it. Then He did the same to my left nipple. I moaned loudly this time and tried begging him to remove the pins as they really hurt. Then He asked me again whether I had cum since making the appointment 19 days ago. Again, I shook my head no, but I was clearly started to sweat and I knew He knew I was not telling the truth.

Then he twisted both clothspins on my nipples simultaneously, until I screamed and started thrashing around and trying to get away from his grasp, which was totally pointless, tied as I was. The pain was now really intense. He stopped and asked me a fourth time whether I had cum, and again I lied to him, knowing full well that I was getting myself in deeper and deeper shit with him. So again He twisted the pins on my nipples and kept it up as if he were raising and lowering the volume on a radio dial, over and over. He asked a fifth time while I screamed and screamed and finally broke down, babbling to him and apologizing for not telling Him the truth. He finally let go of the pins and my nipples felt like they were on fire. He left me alone for a few minutes for which I was grateful as I tried to compose myself and calm down. The pain eased up a bit, but not for long. Next thing I felt was the whip on my bare ass. He gave me twelve lashes, increasing the intensity and made me count each one. I was so fucking sore when he was finished. My ass really stung, my wrists hurt and my nipples were still clamped by the clothspins, causing me more pain. He added a rope under each armpit and tied it off against other hooks in the top of the doorframe, before leaving me alone to go eat His breakfast.

I stood there with the gag strapped into my mouth, handcuffed and unable to move or ease my pain. I cursed and regretted telling lies to Him, now I had a feeling He would make me pay for it. After about twenty minutes He returned and I heard him searching through one of his drawers for something. I always get nervous when I hear him going through drawers as I never know what He is looking for. Finally I felt him in front of me, touching my dick. This always makes me feel good, (especially when the attention is coming from my Master) until I realized that He was luring me into a false sense of relaxation. The next thing I felt was the familiar plastic cuff of the CB3000 being applied around my cock and balls. He told me He used the second smallest cuff ring to punish me, and I moaned loudly as it felt very tight. Then he applied ice to my hardening cock which made me jump in my bonds. When I was soft enough, He quickly put my cock into the cage portion of the CB and applied the spacers. Next thing I heard was the padlock as he locked it into place. He released me from my bonds, including the gag and I thanked Him profusely and apologized to him for not being truthful. He just shook his head and told me He would have to continue punishing me as I wilfully disobeyed him and He would not tolerate it. I asked for His forgiveness and mercy. The look I got in response was odd indeed. He smiled warmly at me which eased my fears (we are almost friends, as we have sometimes gone out to grab a bite to eat together and chat about various subjects in addition to bondage and I always enjoy these outings). But then He gave me the stern look of a master who is not pleased with His slave. It was a stupid thing to lie to him and now I would have to accept his punishment.

He told me to go into the bathroom, and get ready. I brought my diapers with me and slipped into both of them after taking one last piss. My cock and balls were securely trussed up by the CB3000, I was fighting an erection which hurt and excited me at the same time. As soon as I returned to His bedroom He was holding up the straitjacket for me. I looked at him as I always do and this morning he was still wearing his white bathrobe, which had parted again. I felt transfixed by the beautiful sight of his package and stole another glance at it, fully resigned to my fate for the day. He told me to hurry up and put my arms into the sleeves and immediately started buckling the four straps behind my back and reached down between my legs to get the crotch straps and buckled them behind me as well. I placed my arms around the front of my body as He began threading the ends of the sleeves through the large belt loops at the sides of my straitjacket, above my hips. Then it was time to adjust and tighten all the straps to His liking. As expected, He made sure all the straps were very tight, but He did take the time to adjust my CB3000, making sure my balls though confined by the CB and the straps of the Straitjacket, were not being pinched or hurt as I would be wearing it for a while. By the time He was finished, the jacket was very snug around my torso and I could barely move my arms. Then He produced a three foot chain and wrapped my arms with it, securing it with another padlock. It was the fourth padlock I was locked into already, the others included one at each ankle cuff and one around my collar. Next, he blindfolded me with one of those sleep style masks you can buy at any pharmacy. I wasn't expecting what followed, but I felt the penis gag again at my lips and instinctively turned my head away again. He told me I had no choice in the matter, that He had to gag me for two reasons, the first being that it was punishment for disobeying and the second was because his roommates would be home later and I had to remain quiet. I reluctantly opened my mouth and he inserted the gag and strapped it around the back of my head very tightly before adding another padlock. I was annoyed as I knew this thing was not coming off before the end of the session, but I could do nothing about it. Then He slipped the spandex hood over my head, which fit like a second skin and had it's own built in blindfold as well. He secured the end of the hood underneath the collar padlocked around my neck. The collar was very snug as He had buckled it to the second to last hole. He told me to stand perfectly still, as He prepared the bed for me. I dared not move as I was now totally blindfolded and not very familiar with the layout of the bedroom. It was dark to begin with, the blind had been kept lowered over the bedroom window and there was only one small lamp on in the large room. I heard chains rattling as he prepared the bed, followed by his special plasticised sheet, which is almost like rubber to the touch. When he was ready He guided me to the bed and told me to sit. After I did so he tapped me gently on the shoulder and told me to lay down, before He placed me in the centre of the bed. Then he stretched my legs and applied the chains to my ankle cuffs, padlocking each one, in a spread eagle style. He allowed me a pillow for my head, then passed a chain through one of the d-rings on the collar and threaded it through the bars of the headboard, before cinching it tightly and I heard another padlock click shut. I couldn't move at all, as my ankles were stretched and bound at the foot of the bed. This was all a part of my punishment as he made sure the bondage was very tight, knowing it would make me uncomfortable within a relatively short period of time, and it would only become increasingly more uncomfortable as the day wore on. He jumped on the bed and started toying with me, pinching my nose so I couldn't breathe, while placing his other hand firmly over my gagged mouth. I was pinned under him and totally bound. I started to struggle but couldn't throw Him off me. He let me struggle for about 45 seconds before releasing me, allowing me to take one breath, before repeating the process all over again. He did this four or five times in a row, and I was becoming winded. I started trying to beg through the gag for Him to stop. He did, but then turned His attention to my bound balls and started smacking them. I moaned again then felt him hitting my inner thighs until I began writhing on the bed. He then lay quietly on top of me straddling my legs and cuddled my bound form.

Then he told me He was tired and intended to go back to sleep, so I would have to remain extra quiet. There was a lounge chair, complete with a foam mattress and thick blanket next to the bed, which I had noticed when I arrived. He turned out the light, made sure the bedroom door was locked from the inside, covered me with a blanket, and laid back in the lounge chair. I shifted my body trying to get more comfortable and shook the chain leading from my collar in the process. He warned me to remain still so as not to disturb him with my rattling chains. The house was absolutely quiet and soon I could hear His breathing which comforted me. It took me a while but I too fell asleep. I slept for about an hour or so, then woke up and I could not hear a sound from Him. I wondered whether He had gotten up and left the room while I was sleeping. I listened for a while, then heard him turn over and I heard his breathing again. I fell back to sleep, not an easy thing to do, being trussed up, hooded and gagged, but I'm turning into a real bondage pig I guess. I woke up again about an hour later, and He was still asleep. I tried to move very slowly and the damn chain rattled against the headboard; He instantly moved in his sleep, but did not wake up. I was so tired that I fell back to sleep again a third time. Eventually He woke me up, asking me if I was alright. I mumbled "yeth Thir" but I had to pee. I tried to communicate this to Him, He got what I meant, but told me to pee into my diaper. I hated to do that, He knew I had brought a male urinal, which I had just purchased at the pharmacy. He told me He wasn't going to make it easy for me to urinate, if I needed to pee I would have to do it into my diaper, so I would remain wet for hours. He told me we had slept for 5 hours. I had been tied up since 9:00 AM, it was now nearly 3:00 PM. He then informed me He had a class that evening at six o'clock and had no intention of releasing me before leaving for class. I would remain bound until He got home after the class ended around 9:30 PM. I moaned and struggled signaling my displeasure, as I was tired of being bound already, and feeling quite uncomfortable. He sat down on the bed next to me and spoke to me softly. He told me it would do no good for me to complain, His mind was made up, and I would tire myself uselessly. I felt the sting of His riding crop on my inner thighs and it stung like hell. He knows I hate being hit there, but that is one of His favourite places to strike me. I received a number of whacks, until I was writhing and pleading through the gag for Him to stop. He finally did when we heard the front door as one of His roommates came in. Next thing I heard was someone trying the doorknob to the bedroom door, good thing He had locked us in. He told me to be quiet and he then left me alone while he went into the kitchen to speak to his roomie. My thighs stung for a while and I wanted to be untied. I tried to get more comfortable by shifting my weight around on the bed. I was becoming warm, as this house was hot, compared to his other apartment and he had covered me up with the blanket again.

I finally decided to remain perfectly still in hopes of calming myself and cooling down a bit. My cock and balls hurt, as I seemed to be struggling to gain an erection and the ring around my balls was tight. I wondered what color my balls were. I heard the two of them laughing and talking in the kitchen for over an hour. It was very unusual for someone to be home during one of my bondage sessions, let alone my Master and someone else. Presumably he didn't even know there was a slave tied up in his roommate's bedroom. After a while my Master came back into the bedroom and told me He had to get ready to leave for class. I tried to ask for some water, as I was thirsty, and I knew he would have to remove my gag to give me some. He agreed, ordering me to turn my head to the side, so He could raise my hood a little and unlock the padlock. He removed my gag, it felt so good to get that thing out of my mouth and exercise my jaw. He told me to sip the bottle slowly, but he didn't give me much. I was ready to gulp it down as I was really thirsty. He gave me three separate sips of water, then abruptly told me that was enough. I asked for more and He refused. I asked if I could have a bite or two of one of the muffins I brought and He refused that also. He tried to reapply the penis gag, but I turned my head away again. For this act of defiance I received a number of smacks with the riding crop on my already tender inner thighs. I knew better than to scream or yell, but it stung like hell and I immediately opened my mouth. He stuffed the gag back in, roughly turned my head to the side and strapped the gag behind my head again tightly, before adding the padlock. I moaned and he told me to keep quiet or else He would not release me until well after midnight. I stopped my protest right away and he patted me on the head. I felt Him climb on top of me but I couldn't see as I was still blindfolded. I heard his pants zipper and then felt the mattress moving as he straddled my bound form. I heard the unmistakeable sounds of Him stroking His dick and His heavy breathing and realized that He was going to have an orgasm any moment now. I felt his cream hit my cheek and nose. He came all over my face and hair. He told me it was a gift so I wouldn't miss him too much, while He was gone out to class. Then he smeared His cum all around my cheeks, and massaged it into my hair before replacing the spandex hood back on over my head. He made sure to tuck the end of the hood under the collar which tightly encircled my neck. All I could do was to moan in reaction, as I was totally surprised by this. He calmed down and slapped me lightly on the cheek then checked my arms to see if they were chained tightly enough for Him. To my dismay, He managed to tighten the padlock by two links, making it tighter around my arms, without cutting my circulation. Then He jumped off the bed and I heard him go to the headboard. I was afraid He might tighten the chain leading from my collar to the headboard, forcing me to stretch even further, to gain some comfort, if that was possible. That is exactly what he did, the bastard, He removed the padlock from the chain at the headboard, pulled the chain forcing me to stretch myself as my collar was tight around my neck. Then He informed me that He was only tightening it by advancing the lock by two links on the chain. It was just enough for me to notice and keep this in mind, but not enough to choke. I moaned and he checked my collar by putting a finger in between the collar and my neck. He judged it to be okay. That was fine for Him, He wasn't the one bound to the bed, having it locked around his neck, I was the unfortunate victim, but truth be told, I loved it.

He put the blanket back on me again, tucking me in, and checked my ankles, commenting on how snug the ankle cuffs were. At least there was no need to tighten my bonds at my feet. He was satisfied that I was very tightly bound and chained, unable to move or get an erection, hooded with his cum smeared under the hood, keeping my cheeks and nose moist. He knew I was tired of the gag stuffed into my mouth, but this was all a part of the punishment for today, I was told again. He wanted me to think about my behavior and to see that I deserved this type of bondage for giving him problems and disobeying his orders.

He then turned out the light, told me that it was dark in the room, so the blackness may help me fall back to sleep, if possible. He warned me to remain quiet and not make any sudden movements as the chains would rattle at the headboard or foot of the bed. He warned me that if His roommate told him he had heard noises coming from the bedroom while my Master was at school, I would be further punished when He arrived home. He then asked me whether I had understood him, and I nodded my head. He rubbed my balls through the damp diapers and squeezed them, before patting me on the chest. Then He told me it was 5:30 in the afternoon and He had one hour to get to class, so He had to leave. I heard His footsteps walking to the door, He exited and I heard Him insert the key into the lock, thereby locking me into the bedroom. He must have grabbed his coat and boots, as a moment later I heard the door to the porch open, and close, followed by the front door. I could hear his footsteps as He descended the stairs to the street and was gone.

I had been straitjacketed and tied to the bed for eight and a half hours already. I was becoming exhausted, due to the physical and mental stress I endured. I tried to calm myself again, staying perfectly still, not wanting to make a sound. I could hear faint noises coming from the kitchen, His roommate must have been cooking his supper, and I was starved, not having eaten since about 6:00 AM that morning. I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable and I longed to have the fucking gag removed. In spite of it all, I slowly felt myself drifting off to sleep. I slept like a log, in spite of all the tight bondage. I must have been asleep for hours, as I awoke disoriented, the house was extremely quiet. I figured the roommate had gone to bed for the night, as I knew from my Master that He started work early in the morning. Now that I was awake, I was hot under the blanket and needed to pee again. I concentrated and slowly let go into the diaper again. It was now soggy wet. The heat in the room was getting to me, as I was still hooded. But I remembered what my Master said, if I made any noise which was reported to Him by his roommate, I would pay for it dearly. I had the feeling He would be angry enough to keep me straitjacketed, hooded and gagged until tomorrow, if that were the case. I couldn't take the chance, so I put up with the pain in my ankles and shoulders, and cock and balls, and remained very quiet. I wondered what time it was? My cock was bursting inside my CB3000, this was downright cruel to keep someone bound this tightly and have his genitals locked up in a chastity device.

I was beginning to lose all my resolve when suddenly I heard footsteps coming up the outside stairs. Then the front door opened and then the porch door. I heard someone removing their boots and hoped it was my Master, not his other roommate. Next thing I knew, there was the sound of the key being inserted into the bedroom door. I was so happy I could have screamed, but I remained perfectly still. My master came into the room, closed the door, locked it again and ran His key down my left foot, digging it in to get a reaction from me. He called my name and asked me if I was alright. All I could do was moan. I heard him taking off his coat, before sitting down on the bed next to me. He told me He was proud of me, for He knew He had made my day long and miserable, and I seemed to have taken my punishment well. I asked him what time it was, sort of, through the gag, and he told me it was 10:15 PM. I told Him through the gag that I needed to cum, I couldn't take it anymore. He told me that was very unfortunate for me, as he would be removing the cuff ring just to change it for the next larger size, which was the No. 3 ring. I moaned and shook my head violently no, but it was no use. I was still bound afterall and I was helpless to stop Him. He ripped my soggy diapers off me, threw them into a plastic bag, and removed the CB3000 gently from my sore cock and balls. It felt so damn good to get that sadistic contraption off me. I immediately started getting hard, so he applied ice on me again to make me totally soft. Then he fitted me with the larger cuff ring and reapplied the cage portion of the CB. I could have cried when I heard the padlock click shut on it. He chuckled and told me he wasn't sure how long I would have to wear it, possibly for a week, maybe just a couple of days, or if I annoyed him anymore, He would make me wear it for a longer period. I had not cum for 2 solid weeks and I had no idea when He would remove it. I was meantime, still trussed up, unable to move at all. He disappeared for a number of minutes before coming back. He hadn't even removed the hood, or my gag.

Finally He came back into the bedroom, and asked me if I thought I deserved to be untied. I shook my head yes, and He invited me out to a late supper, once He untied me. Of course, I would still be wearing my CB3000 while dining out with my Master. He then quickly untied me, except for the straitjacket and and took out the male urinal from my gym bag. He allowed me to pee into it, then went to empty it, as I sat weak and sore, on His bed. He returned and finally undid the straps of the jacket, releasing me after 13 and a half hours of tight bondage.
I accepted his invitation and we went out to supper as soon as I had cleaned myself up. Of course, I had to be careful of what I ordered, nothing to difficult to chew, as my jaw was very sore from being gagged all day long. He evidently wasn't finished with me yet however, as once we arrived at the restaurant He ordered me to keep my legs together while we ate. My ankles and knees had to touch each other under the table, thereby squeezing my balls as I hastily ate my food, I was starving and my cock tried to get hard inside the CB while I ate. He chuckled as he saw me wince once or twice, He was still enjoying my discomfort. When we were finished eating He told me that the length of time I would have to wear the chastity device depended entirely on me. If I was good and didn't annoy him, He would remove it after one week, not a day earlier. I agreed as I had no choice and I told him I would not disobey him again. We both knew I would have to work hard to keep myself from getting into more trouble.