Surprised visit 4

Author: leathergearboy
Title: Surprised Visit 4
Date: 03 May 2012

I wonder what he means by "Now the fun really begins"?

He left the room and I lay there for a while resting waiting for him to return. Not really thinking of anything. Still coming down from what was the hottest orgasm I've ever felt. After while though my mind begins thinking about other things in my life. All the stuff I need to do and the plans I had. And I begin to wonder where he went and when he's coming back. Then the reality of my situation starts to creep in and I start to get a little worried. I start to pull on the restraints as I feel a panic attack building up. "HELLO?" I yell. I continue to struggle. "ARE YOU THERE?"

I hear the door open. "Stop yelling, slave."

"Please. I need to be untied. I want to be let out!" Still struggling in the restraints.

He lays down next to me and holds me "Calm down, slave. You're just having a panic attack."

"I know asshole! Now untie me!" I shout at him.

"No amount of yelling is going to untie you, slave. I'm in control here. So, you need to listen to me and calm down."

"Please. Let me go. I don't want to be tied up like this."

"I know you don't, slave, but you're going to have to deal with it. I told you you'll regret getting off. I know most people want out of the bondage after they've cum, and I know you're one of those people."

"Yes I am, please." I continue to beg, but have stopped thrashing around.

"Good, slave. You need to learn to except these things as you cannot control them anyway. Now just relax, so we can talk."

He's managed to help me get passed the panic attack. "Ok." I say.

"Ok? You mean 'Ok, Master' " he corrects.

"No. I'm not playing anymore." I say.

"I'm not playing either, slave. You need to refer to me as Master or I can make it a lot worse on you. Understand?"

"But…" I was about to speak.

"I'm warning you, slave. Don't test me or I'll shove the gag back in your mouth and leave you."

"Sorry, Master." I submit to him.

"That's better, slave." He pats my head. "I'm not playing and this isn't a game. While your dick may control your feelings, it certainly doesn't control mine."

"Yes, Master."

"Eventually "getting off" won't be your primary focus regardless how horny you are. The only thing you'll ever focus on is making me happy. Understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good, slave. You have to remember that you are my slave. I own you and I'll take care of you. And remember this, I'll never do anything to hurt you."

"Thank you, Master."

"Are you feeling a little better, slave?"

"Yes, Master. Thank you."

"Good. I understand how intense panic attacks can be, especially for someone who's a little bit claustrophobic, but now that that's taken care of, let's get back to business."

"Business? Master." I wonder what that means.

"Yes, talking about your enslavement. Do you have any questions?"

"You're not still serious about that are you, Master?"

"Of course I am. How many times do I have to tell you, slave? I don't even think about telling me you're not ready again."

"But, when? How? Master"

"That's not your concern, slave. As far as you're concerned, you might as well accept that you are already my full-time slave."

"I don't know…"

"Yes that might be hard for you to wrap your head around, since you have a normal life that would require you breaking away from."

"Yes, Ma…"

"Sshh. That's not your concern either. You'll be kidnapped and forced out of your life and into a new one. The break will be immediate and you'll have no choice. Understand, slave?"

"Yes, Master. So you honestly think you'll be able to kidnap me and keep me as your slave, removing me from my life without anyone ever finding me again?"

"Yes, slave. I do." I can't believe my cock twitched at his response. "Be honest, slave. If someone was able to offer that, would be ale to turn them down?"

"I suppose not, Master."

"I didn't think so, which is why I didn't bother offering it to you, I'm forcing you into it."

Somewhat confused, "What do you mean, Master? Are you saying you're kidnapping me now?"

"No, slave. I'm saying I've already kidnapped you and in you're in my playroom."

"What? No? You're not serious, you're just playing mind games again."

"Oh, you think so?" He's messing about on the face of hood again, this time near my eyes. He pulls the blindfold off.

I can't quite make out what I see at first, but realize I'm looking at mirror on the ceiling as I see my stretched out, restrained body lying on a bed. I can also Him laying next to me. I turn and look at him and see an expressionless look on his face staring intently at me. Then I start to look around the room. On one side, the wall is mostly taken up by closet space and next to it is what I assume is the bedroom door leading out. I turn to the other side of the bed to look at the rest of the room. I see the fuck bench first, behind it must the cage he mentioned before. I looks heavy duty, not a simple large dog cage. Next to it in the far corner is what appears to be a bathroom. Well really it looks more like an extra large shower with a toilet at one end. I look back at him.

"That's right, slave. This is your new home and new life." I start crying. He hugs me and I pull at the restraints. He pushes his lips against mine and kisses me. I kiss him back. "That's it, slave. Give in to it." The kissing gets heavier. "Go with it, slave. We could both have a lot of fun together." I start crying again and turn away. "It's okay, slave. In time you will come to realize that there's nothing you can do about it and will have to accept this life. Might not seem possible, but you have no choice anymore." He holds me and rubs his hands over my body. "I took the next few days off of work to be with you while you get acclimated to your new life, and to make sure you were fine." He lays next to me for a while to comfort me before getting up and walking towards the closet next the the playroom door. "I think we need to get that hood off you before it's ruined from all the crying." He opens a drawer and pulls out a rather thick looking leather collar. He throws it next to me on the bed and walks to the other side of the room to the cage. He reaches in and grabs a chain and returns to the bed. He lifts my head and starts removing the hood. Once off, he throws it aside and wraps the collar around my neck and locks it. He then grabs the chain, "You will remain locked to this chain at all times while you're in here and out of the cage. It's attached to the far side of the room behind the cage and run through the back side of the cage so you can enter and exit the cage without it being removed. The furthest it will reach is a little over a foot beyond this bed, which means you will not be able to reach the that side of the room." He points towards the side of the room with the closet and the door. He then locks the chain to the collar. "So, let me make this clear right now before you do something and piss me off. There's no use in even thinking about trying to get out either by running for the door or attacking me to get at the key. The only time I will ever have the key in my hand is when you're completely restrained or locked in the cage. Understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good, slave. You need to understand and remember that. There may be times in the next few days where you won't be tied down at all and your instinct will be to run or fight. Think you can remember that?"

"Yes, Master. I do understand."

"Very good, slave. I'm sure you do." He leans down and gives me a kiss.

"Thank you, Master."

He smiles at me for a moment. "I'm going to leave you alone for a while. I've got some chores to do around the house and run some errands." My eyes grow wide and my face must've showed how worried I am. "Don't worry, slave. I'm not going to leave you restrained like this." He takes the chain and attaches it to the center of the head of the bed leaving me now tethered to the bed with about two feet of slack. "There's enough here to allow you sit up against the head board and lay down in any position, but it's not enough to get off the bed." He starts removing all the restraints. It's the first time I've had full use of all my limbs at the same time.

When he finishes, I say, "Thank you, Master."

"I want you to spend this time thinking about all of this. I especially want you to think about your previous life and all the people, material things you're going to miss." My eyes begin to well up again. "You need to work all of that out of your system and mind." He then turns and leaves.

I immediately curl up in a ball and begin crying again as I think of my family and friends who I'll miss. Wondering if they'll worry about me. I'm sure they will. I enjoyed my previous life and will miss being able to be myself. I think about those things for a while, before I eventually stop crying and start to wonder if he is just playing mind games again? He could be, but it would be rather extreme to go through the trouble of drugging me and then kidnapping me. And not only that, building this playroom. Of course he could've had the playroom already and is making up a story? Anyway, I dismiss it as a possibility. No sense getting my hopes up. My mind slips back to the reality of losing my previous life and I get depressed again. I curse myself for ever letting him take control and even more so, at myself for my stupid drunk induced fantasy chats online. I then start thinking about my fantasies and how details are always never thought of. In fantasy, time jumps from one scene to the next, from one situation to the next. There isn't a way to fantasize and wonder about how to deal with time when you're left alone to think about what's going on and how you would really feel. Now, here I am, forced to deal with time on a real scale and forced to look at my fantasy from the inside, not a spectator on the outside looking in and wondering, "What if?" I try to think about my current situation and I can't help but feel that it's not real. My mind just can't accept it. It could be because the fantasy hasn't really started, but yet it has. I look down at myself and see the leather and the pad locks that keep me from freeing myself and think, this is what I usually fantasize about; I'm locked in leather gear, chained to this bed and trapped in this room. When and or what will it take to get my mind in sync with what's really going on? Maybe I'm thinking too much about it and cannot experiencing it as I do in my fantasies? But If I give in and accept my fate, that means I'll have to let go of my previous life, for good. What's more important, living a sexual fantasy or being free to do what I want? Will I be given that choice to make ever again?

I start thinking about all the normal everyday things I liked and didn't like doing. I can feel depression creeping back into my head. I try to fight it, but memories beget desires, which lead to emotions. I try to convince myself that normal is a relative term and that this will become part of what I will consider to be my normal life. I then start to wonder what my day to day life might be like. What would I do all day? Would I be kept caged up while he's away? Would I have chores? What would I wear? How would we spend evenings and weekends together? Would he want to me to sleep with him or chained up here every night? Thinking about all of this has helped fight off the depression as I imagine what some of those scenarios might be. I can feel my dick beginning to get hard. Out of habit I reach towards my crotch and start patting it. This must be what addicts feel. All these things going on and this one thing immediately supersedes them and pushes them into the back of my mind. I reach around to my ass and push on the plug. The feeling of the plug moving in my ass causes me to start rocking my hips, humping my other mitted hand. I can faintly hear my subconscious screaming, "What the fuck are you doing?" but it slowly fades into the background as my dick attempts to get harder and harder, trapped in its cage.

Soon after he enters the room. I hear the door open, "How are you doing, slave?"

I turn to look at him and answer, "I'm ok, Mas…" When I see what he's wearing, I can't help but stutter, "… Master.", widen my eyes, and stare to soak up the the sight before me. He's in all black leather; heavy leather jacket, shirt, Sam Brown belt, cod piece breeches, tall Dehner boots and gloves.

"Like what you see, slave?" He walks up to the side of the bed.

I reach out to touch him and run my mitted hands over his leather clad body. "Oh, yes, Master. You look fantastic."

"Thought you might like it, slave." He leans over and gives me a kiss.

"MmmmHmmmm" I start kissing him back. I can feel him pulling away and I try to push myself up to follow, but he pushes me down on the bed. I let out a small whimper.

"Very eager, slave. That's what I like to see. Yes indeed." He then turns and walks towards his closet. He's obstructing the view so I can't really anything. He grabs something off the rack and turns to show me a leather sleep sack. My eyes grow wide which is all the indication he needed. He returns to the bed and tells me to scoot over. lays the sack down and begins unbuckling all the straps and pulls open the zipper. "Lay down on top." He orders me. I scoot over until I'm on top of it. He immediately gets my feet in and the legs zipped up to my crotch. He grabs my left arm to unlock the mitt, and pulls it off. He grabs the left side of the sleep sack and holds it open, "Slide your arm into the sleeve." This is repeated on the right. After he gets it zipped all the way up, he slides the other two zipper pulls to my crotch area. He then buckles and locks all the straps. "How does that feel, slave?"

"Very nice, Master. Comfortable."

"Good, slave." He notices that I've begun humping the inside of the sack. "Hmmm. Does the slave need to cum again?"

"No, Master. I do not want to cum again."

"You're obviously horny, slave." He begins patting the sack above my crotch.

"Yes, Master. How could I not be?"

He laughs. "You are going to be an excellent leather bondage slave." He spends a few moments looking me over and running his hands over my mummified body. "We should take care of this." He unzips the sack over my crotch and, and unlocks the chastity jock, then removes the cage. My cock, of course, immediately jumps to life.

This time, well aware of how I'll feel after coming down from my horned up state… "Please, Master. I don't want to cum."

"My how things have changed so quickly, slave."

"Yes, Master. I'm horny, but would rather not get off. I'm afraid of being kept bound up after I get off."

"I know, slave. And that's exactly why you need to get off."

"I don't understand, Master." A bit puzzled from this since he previously said he loves keeping slave horned up.

"You need to experience being bound and controlled even when you're not horny. I can't have you freaking out on me in a less controlled environment." He starts teasing my cock.

"Please, Master." I plead again.

I watch as he gropes and squeezes his leather cod piece. He unlocks the chain from the bed and rotates me towards him until my head is just hanging over the bed. I look up and his leather crotch is resting on my forehead. He leans over to grab my cock and his crotch rolls over my face and presses down on my nose and mouth. I immediately begin licking and chewing on the leather. I can feel his cock underneath and I attempt to suck and tongue at it through the leather. "Fuck yeah, slave. Worship that leather crotch."

A bit muffled, but I manage, "Thank you, Master." I can feel my dick getting extremely hard - I am on the verge of cumming.

"You really like that leather crotch in your face, slave?"

"Oh….Yes, Ma…ster. So, Fuck…ing hot."

"That's good, slave. You're going to spend a lot of time with my crotch in your face." He let's go of my dick and stands back up to watch me. The cod piece is no longer close enough for me to worship it, but I still have to look around his bulging crotch to look him in the face. "Kiss it, slave." He rocks his hips, pushing his leather crotch closer to my mouth. I strain to kiss it. "Yeah, that's it, slave. Now lick it." I begin to lick, sliding my tongue over the tasty leather. "Harder, slave. My cock wants to feel your tongue." I raise my head closer and start pushing my tongue into the cod piece. "Yeah, that's it, slave. Feel that hard cock under there?"

"Yesss, Masssterrr"

"That's hard for you, slave. It enjoys controlling you and seeing you all bound up."

"Thank you, Master." I'm humping my dick into the air harder now.

"Fuck, slave. Your dick is so fucking hard right now. You're definitely a cock slave." He lowers himself a bit crushing my face with the cod piece and starts humping. "Get that cock in your mouth and start sucking on it through the leather, slave."

"Mmmm" I moan.

He reaches over and only has to stroke me a few times before I explode. "Fuck yeah, slave. Get it all out." He continues to stroke me. I continue to squirt a few more times before I'm drained, but he continues to stroke and tease my dick. He lowers himself further on my face, my head completely held and my mouth stuffed by his cod piece. I can barely breath. I start bucking and writhing around on the bed screaming into his crotch as he rubs the head of dick. "Oh! You don't tike that, save?" He starts laughing.

"Uh Uhhh. Uh Uhhh"

He let's go and stands back up, also raising his crotch off my face.

"Thank you, Master." I pant.

"Very good, my leather crotch slave." He spins me back into my previous position and relocks the chain to the head board. He then gets a wet towel and cleans up the mess. "Normally slave, you will be required to lick up all your cum."

"Yes, Master."

He cleans up my softening cock and shoves it back into the cage and locks it up along with the chastity jock. Then zips up the sack. He takes off his jacket and throws it at the foot of the bed, then lays down next to me. He kicks one leg over my legs and runs his hand over my leaner encased body. I can feel him pushing his cock against my hand trapped in the sack and I can hear the stretching/rubbing sound of the leather as he slowly grinds into me.

I'm too exhausted to think of anything, so I drift off to sleep, with a smile on my face.