Surprised visit 1

Author: leathergearboy
Title: Surprised visit
Date: 28 April 2012

This is my first story. Let me know what you think? :)

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A Surprise Visit


Starting chatting with someone online one night while I was drunk. Told him how I wanted to be forced into being enslaved and kept locked up in leather. We chatted for along time and as much as I begged him to come kidnap me he wouldn't or couldn't at the time. We had a great, horny conversation. This wasn't someone I'd never met before, in fact we played once before, a long time ago. I always thought he was a hot guy, except he was a sub when we played. Now here he was telling me he wanted to keep me chained up as his slave. Like I said it was a great conversation even though I was a tad on the drunk side. Well the next day after I woke up and reread everything I had told him, I felt a little more than embarrassed - it was definitely something I fantasize about every once in a while, but nothing I'd ever really told anyone else, being drunk (and horny) allowed me to push my usual inhibitions aside and tell him all of that.

There was a new message waiting for me that he sent earlier in the morning asking how I was feeling. My first thought was that he must've known I was probably drunk. I immediately responded and apologized and of course told him it was great to chat; not that I remembered much of it first hand, all that I "remembered" was read from the chat transcript. I also mentioned that as hot as being kept as someone's slave would be, that I wasn't really ready for that, but would definitely like to meet up with him and talk more or even play. Unfortunately he wasn't logged in at the time, so I wasn't going to get a response back right away. It wasn't until later in the afternoon when I heard the familiar beep of a new message that he responded and said he understood. He also asked what I was up to and if I would like to get together. I said I wasn't up to anything at the moment, but had things to do a little later. It was only a few moments later my doorbell rang. I was of course extremely surprised that it was him - having forgotten that not only did I give him my address, but also work address and schedule. Such a drunken idiot, I thought to myself.

We greeted and I invited him in. After I shut the door, he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall and quickly got my hands cuffed behind my back. Perfect, he says. A slave should be restrained and kept controlled at all times. He turns me around, grabs my neck and gives me a long passionate kiss. As he's kissing me I pull on the cuffs a bit and notice he's somehow fed one of the handcuffs through my belt loop on my jeans, effectively keeping me restrained from moving my arms. I immediately start getting hard and he notices it while groping my crotch. He ceases the mouth raping and pulls away from me with a smile on his face. "I see you agree?" he says as he squeezes my now hard cock.

I nod and say it's very fucking hot. We then walk into my living room and he sits down on the couch and has me kneel on the floor facing him. We basically talk about the same things as we had done online the other night. Even though I wasn't drunk this time I was able to get out all of my fantasies and desires, still a bit embarrassed however. As we chatted I noticed the bulge in his jeans grew - he adjusted himself a few times. After a few moments of silence he lifts my shirt and starts playing with my nipples. I close my eyes and let out a soft moan. He continues that for several minutes before he stands up. His crotch is right in front of me so I just push my face into it, rubbing all over. I feel his hands running through my hair, he tells me I'm such a good little cock slave and I'll get it soon enough. He then pushes me aside and walks down my hallway. I think that's a little odd, Maybe he has to use the bathroom. A moment later he returns holding my leather suit in one hand and my bag of bondage gear in his other. Once again, my willingness to be so open and honest while I'm drunk has come back to haunt me; I did tell him where I kept my gear stored. He throws the suit on the chair and starts emptying the contents of the bag on the couch and coffee table. Inspecting everything he says that I have nice stuff! I tell him I only buy from Mr. S in San Francisco, they're pricey but the quality is excellent. He agrees with me and continues to look over my gear. He grabs my leather hood from the table and starts unlacing it. These hoods are great he says and I agree with him. (My leather hood is the "All around zip hood" from Mr. S. It's a double layer hood; first layer is a regular hood, open eyes and mouth and laces down the back, the second layer of leather is just two panels with a zipper that runs from the from of the neck, over the face, over the top of the hood and down the back of the neck. There are also three zipper pulls which allow for an adjustable opening to be created. For instance you can leave it unzipped just over the mouth while it's zipped closed over the rest of the head.) He slides the hood over my head and I notice he has already zipped the front of it closed. I mention to him that I am a bit claustrophobic and he just tells me to relax and wait a moment. He starts lacing up the back of the hood, I can feel the hood getting tighter and tighter. He then zips down the back of the hood and can tell he's locking the pull. I then feel him messing with the zipper pulls at the front of the neck and start to panic thinking he's going to lock them up as well. I struggle and yell for him to stop. He places his hand over where my mouth would normally be and pulls me into him muffling my screams and holding my head still long enough to get the zipper pulls locked. He then tells me to relax, he just wants to keep the hood locked to keep me under his control while he got me geared up and would unlock the hood when he was done. I then calmed down.

He uncuffed my hands and told me to strip. Then handed me my leather motorcycle suit, which is a suit that I modified a little so that it had a hole at the crotch that I could pull my cock and balls through. After the suit was on and zipped up, he locked my bondage mitts on me, as well as my bondage socks, and finally, my leather chastity jock.

"Fuck, boy! You look amazing all locked in that leather gear." He begins groping me and running hands all over my body. "How does it feel?"

"Feels great!" I say.

"So, is this how you envision being kept enslaved?"

"Yes Sir, it is."

"It is very fucking hot. I could definitely get used to having you around as my leather bondage pet." I moan. "Yeah, would you like that?"

"Yes Sir. Would be very hot."

"I bet you would. Kept locked in this gear 24/7, chained up or caged. Fuck yeah." He pushes his groin against my ass and starts grinding his crotch. "Fuck, boy, I'm so fucking hard right now."

I moan louder now, "Me too, Sir."

He reaches around and starts squeezing the front of the leather jock. "Too bad your cock is all locked up!" I just let out small whimpering noises as he says that and continues to grope me and grind his crotch against me. "Fuck boy, I knew I'd like having you this way, just didn't think I'd like it as much as I am!? Very fucken hot. Giving me a lot of evil thoughts."

I don't know how to answer that or even if he expected me too. So I don't say anything just reply with a half nervous laugh.

"Hmm… Let's see if we can't get you a little more restrained." He turns me around and has me sit on the couch. He slides something up each of my legs, I assume they are my knee pads, which is confirmed a few moments later as he tells me to kneel on the floor. He then takes two straps and straps my legs up - ankles to thighs, keeping my legs bent at the knee. He uses two smaller straps to do the same thing to my arms. Now both my arms and legs are pretty much useless. "Straps aren't too tight are they?"

"No Sir."

"Good. Now lets see what you can do." He kicks me over and tells to try to get back up onto my knees. I struggle a bit, but eventually get myself upright again. "Okay, now try and climb up on the sofa next to me." I follow his voice and find him, then attempt to get on the couch next to him. I grunt and groan while trying to use my useless limbs to pull myself up on the couch, but find that it is impossible. After a few attempts I give up. "Fuck, boy. That's hotter than hell! Slaves and pets shouldn't be on the furniture anyway. Crawl over to me." As I approach he grabs and pulls me into him - my head into his crotch. He pushes my face down onto his hard cock that he at some point removed from his pants. "Feel how hard my cock is boy?"

"Yes Sir."

"That's how much I'm enjoying this situation. Seeing you helpless like you are - I can definitely get used to this." He starts rubbing his cock over the hood and slapping the side of my face with it. "Have my own leather pet under my complete control, helpless and completely dependent on me." I moan. He laughs. "I think we need to figure out how long you can last like this."

"Yes , Sir, but I can't tonight."

"Oh? Why not?" he asks me.

"I have plans this evening."

"I hadn't planned on this either, but plans change."

"But, Sir, I can't…"

"Stop arguing and whining or I'll just go home and leave you here as you are now. Besides you don't have much of a choice anyway. Do you?"

"No Sir."

"That's right. I'm glad you understand that." He pushes me off of him and gets up. "I'll be right back. Don't move."

"Please Sir. Don't leave me like this." I beg.

"I'm not leaving, just running down to my car to get a few things." I then hear the door open and shut. I patiently sit and wait for seems like hours, but in reality was only a couple of minutes. He comes back in and doesn't say anything. He's behind me and I feel him fumbling with the the back of the hood. As he unlocks, unzips and unlaces the hood, he tells me that he likes to keep a few toys in the car with him at all times, as he nevers knows when he'll run into a random play session. One of the toys he keeps with him is his favorite hood. After he gets my hood off he shows it to me. It looks like a Mr. S Leather Puffy Hood. It doesn't have any holes for the eyes, but does for the mouth and nostrils. This hood, though, looks like it has been customized with a heavy leather collar attached to it. And attached on the collar is a plastic box. He explains to me that this is his favorite hood because it is extremely comfortable for long term wear, no eyes holes keeping the slave controlled, has an open mouth for immediate access and has a voice activated shock box to make sure the slave stays quite. He attempts to put it on me and I quickly move my head and ask him to wait a second.

"What is it?" he asks.

"I'm not sure I like the shock box. What if I need to talk or ask you a question?"

"That's not going to be a problem. Slaves and pets don't talk." He brings it over my head and tried to slide it down again.

"Wait, please!" I plead with him and move around to try and keep him from putting it on me.

"Yeah, boy. Try and fight it. Nothing gets me hotter than forcing you to do something you don't want to." He leans into me and pins me against the couch and gets the hood slid down over my head. I continue to beg and plead as he continues to hold me down and lace the hood up. After he pulls the lacing through the last hole it causes the hood to tighten around my neck and the metal contacts of the shock box are mow pressing against my throat. When I go to yell again I get a sharp blast of electricity to my neck immediately shutting me up. I jerk and moan. He laughs as he buckles and locks the collar of the hood. "You get a taste of that, boy?" I nod my head. "Didn't feel good, did it?" I shake my head. "And just so you know, there's also a remote for it that I can trigger at any time. Understand?" I nod my head again. "Good."

He begins running hands over my body. "Fuck, boy! Definitely look hot restrained like that. So helpless and dependent. You like being controlled like this?" I nod my head. "Yeah?" I nod again and jump a little when he squeezes my crotch. "Let's just see how much you're enjoying this." He's fumbling with the front of the chastity jock and eventually gets it unlocked and unzipped. He grabs my cock, "Oh yeah boy, you're hard as rock right now." I attempt to trust my crotch into his hand. "Yeah boy, you definitely do like being controlled." I nod my head. He moves his hand up my cock to its head and begins running the tips of his fingers over it. "Fuck yeah. It's more than just liking it, I think you NEED to be controlled. Don't you boy?" I nod my head. "Fuck yeah you do." Continuing to finger my cock head. "Both our cocks are hard as rock right now. Given the current situation, I'd say that makes us a pretty good match?" I nod. "You definitely need to be my little leather bondage slave." I nod again. "I think so as well. I think a good start is taking control of this cock of yours. Lock it up and you'll never touch it again." Being so horny and caught up in the moment I first begin to nod to agree, but realizing what he just said I back away from his teasing fingers and shake my head. "No? You don't like that idea?" I shake my head again. "Well that's not your decision anymore, is it?" I nod my head. "It is? As my slave, you don't get to make decisions, I make them for you." I shake my head. "You're not my slave? That's not up to you anymore either. I'm taking control." I shake my head even faster. "Sorry pet, your brain says "no", but your cock, my cock and my brain all say "yes", so you're out voted 3 to 1." I continue to shake my head and wave my "limbs" around. "It doesn't matter that you continue to deny it, you're currently not in any position to do anything about it. Are you?" I quickly shake my head. "That's right you're not. You need to except that from here on out I am going to completely control your life and you're going to be my slave whether you're ready for it or not." I don't respond in any way. "It doesn't matter what you say, pet." He reaches for my cock. "Your cock is fucking rock hard. It knows what you need and I know what your deepest, darkest fantasy is and I'm going to make sure you get it." He must notice I'm on the edge, so he just lightly runs his fingers up and down my cock. "Fuck yeah, boy. Think about it, boy. Totally helpless and eventually forced into enslavement as my leather encased pet. Isn't that what you told me was your wildest fantasy, boy?" I nod. "That's right, boy. And that's exactly why I'm here, it's always been a fantasy of mine as well. I know you're scared." I nod. "And that's exactly what excites me; it makes me so fucking hard knowing that you're too afraid to make the decision on your own…" I nod again. "…and I'm going to force you into it." I just remain still as he continues to manipulate my cock. "But I'll tell you what, boy. If you can prevent me from getting this stainless steel chastity cage locked on you within the next five minutes, then I'll know without a doubt, that you truly aren't interested. Deal?" I quickly nod my head.

Not a second later he pushes me and I fall onto my back. I try and struggle to get myself turned over, but he is immediately on top of me, straddling my chest and pinning me to the ground. I clamp my legs shut, which is exactly what he was hoping for - this allowed him to easily clip the d-rings together on my bondage socks. I then feel him attempting to pry my legs apart. I hold strong until I feel a sharp zap at my neck. The pain causes me to relax my hold for just long enough and allow him to wedge a spreader bar of some sort between my knees, keeping them forced wide apart and giving him clear access to my crotch. He gets off me and as soon as I attempt to roll on my side, I feel something being strapped and buckled around my neck. At that point I find it difficult to do much of anything. I can't curl my back anymore to roll up in a ball. My back is forced to remain straight. The only thing I can think of is another spreader bar of some type running from my neck to the other bar. He gets up and leaves a moment, but quickly returns. The shock of the freezing cold ice being applied to my cock, causes me to jump a little. I minute or so later my cock must've softened enough - I feel him apply a cock ring of sorts around the base of my cock. "Damn, boy! This was way too easy. Says a lot about what you really want." I shake my head as I feel the cold metal of the cage sliding over my cock, which is already beginning to get hard again. "No you say? Your cock is already getting excited about being locked up!" I continue to shake my head as he finishes locking the device. He lays his hand over my caged cock. "This cock belongs to me now, boy." My damned caged cock twitches under his hand. "That was way too easy. You definitely wanted me too take control of your cock, boy. Speaking of cages… Before the next time your dick comes out of this cage, you will have already spent days locked in my cage at home." I shake my head, but my cock betrays me and twitches again. He zips up the pouch of the chastity jock of my caged cock and locks it. He leaves his had resting on top my crotch. A few moments later I feel his lips against mine and then his tongue pushing its into my mouth. I desperately try and push my crotch up into his hand while we share several long passionate kisses. "Boy, you keep this up and you're going find yourself locked in my cage sooner than you think." I again shake my refusing to accept what he's saying.