Surprised visit 5

Author: leathergearboy
Title: Surprised Visit 5
Date: 14 May 2012

I wake up sometime later (I have no idea what the time is, day or night) and attempt to stretch my body, forgetting that I'm sealed in two layers of leather, but quickly reminded. I stretch as best as I can anyway, as I do the sound of the leather fills the room, causing my dick to twitch. I look down at the leather cocoon that is my body, my cock responds to the sight of the streamlined, singular, limbless form that I've been transformed into. I fixate on the six or so straps that run across and around my body, each locked with a small pad lock, adding to the confinement, imprisoning me within the leather. The sleep sack is a little tight, which I assume is probably from it not meant to be put on over an already leather encased body, but it is still very comfortable.

My dick starts to ache as it reaches the confines of the chastity cage - an all too familiar ache that is increasingly becoming more pleasurable. It's a reminder that I am no longer in control and that I am enjoying it. I subconsciously begin humping my crotch against the unyielding leather of the sleep sack. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the creaking leather while I wait for my Master.

It's not long before he returns. "How's my leather bondage slave doing this morning?"

"I'm doing fine, Master."

He walks up to the bed. "Damn! You sure do look good in that sleep sack, slave."

"Thank you, Master. It does look hot and feels great!" Still humping the sack and not even realizing it.

"Yes, I can see you're enjoying it." He pats my crotch. "Looks like you're all horned up again!? Aren't you quite the leather bondage pig?"

"Yes, Master! Sorry. I can't help it."

"Don't be sorry, slave. Fucken makes me hot knowing that. There will be days when you wake up in the sack, and then go to bed in the sack - kept in it all day and forced to slither around on the floor following me around making sure my boots stay shiny and clean."

Hearing that causes my dick to swell and grind harder against his hand resting on my crotch. "That sounds awesome, Master."

"Yes it will be, slave." Starts rubbing his hand over my crotch. "Such a horny little slave. We're going to have to take care of this again."

"No, Master. Please. I don't want to cum. Want to stay horny for you." I beg, I know it's useless, but I have to try.

He busies himself unlocking everything to get my dick free. "Well this may be the last time depending on how you react to today's training." He starts stroking my dick in a nice steady pace.

"Training?" I ask.

"Don't worry about that now. Close your eyes and think about being locked in this sack all day. Laying on the floor with my boot in front of you. Licking it clean. While my other boot is resting on the back of your neck, making sure you continue licking until I'm satisfied." My dick swells. "That's it, slave. Keep licking my boot. Making me happy and very proud of you."

That's all I needed to hear - It didn't take long for him to milk me dry this time. He moves his hand to my mouth, "Lick the cum off my hand, slave" I do. A little disgusted by it actually. Sounded hot when I was horny, but now that I came, not so much. He also purposely aimed my shots so they would land on the leather sheets rather than the sleep sack. He unlocked the chain and starts pushing me around on the bed to wherever my cum landed and orders me to lick it up as well. "Very good, slave."

"This morning…" (well now I know what time of day it is.) "…you're going to learn your normal bathroom routine." He goes to the closet and returns with a heavy duty rubber collar and replaces the leather collar with it. And then starts unlocking and removing me from the sleep sack and then throws the sleep sack on the floor in front of the closet. Then unlocks all the pad locks on my gear; suit, socks, mitts, chastity jock. "Ok, slave. Remove all the gear and throw it over there." He points at the sleep sack. "Go into the stall and follow the list. Everything you need should be in there. When you're done, kneel here." Points to a matt on the floor in the middle of the room. "There will be set of handcuffs, use them to cuff your hands behind your back and wait for me. Understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good, slave. Now get to it." He slaps my butt. For some reason this makes me feel like a little kid.

Anyway, having been "gearing" myself up for a long time now, I make short work of getting out of everything and head into the stall. I immediately spot the list and begin reading…

1. Go potty
2. Enema - as many times as needed
3. Trim hair - once a week.
4. Shave face, crotch, ass.
5. Brush teeth / rinse with mouth wash
6. Shower - clean everywhere.
7. Rinse down toilet and stall.
8. Dry off completely, especially hair and cock cage.
9. Moisturize any place you shaved - Wipe with towel to remove excess.
10. Wipe down stall with towel.
11. Spray stall with sanitizer.

I look around first to see where everything is kept. Everything needed while showering is sitting on an inset shelf under the shower head. Everything else is stored in a waterproof mirrored cabinet hanging on the wall above the toilet. I also noticed a tiny garbage container inside the cabinet. After taking inventory, I proceed to follow the list.

(1) The toilet doesn't have a "seat" it's just a wide rimmed bowl and there's no water tank or plumbing, just a handle on the wall. I sit down to do my business and jump from the shock of how cold it is. Toilet paper was located in the cabinet, so I used a little to wipe myself. Figured I wouldn't need a lot since, I'll be showering anyway.

(2) I've never given myself an enema before, but it seems rather self explanatory; water goes in water bag, disposable "applicator" goes in ass, squeeze water bag until empty, remove applicator, empty bowels into toilet. Talk about disgusting! Yeah, I was a bit repulsed. Being my first time, I figured it would take several rinses and it did. In the cabinet was a bottle labeled, "Douche - use on final rinse.", so on what I thought would be my final enema I used the contents of that bottle. I rinsed and emptied the water bag just in case and hung it back up.

(3) I pull the clippers from the cabinet and start buzzing off my hair, aiming for the toilet, since it's fairly long (compared to the attachment length, No. 4) and probably won't just rinse away. Wasn't sure if I was supposed to or not, but I also trimmed my armpits. I noticed a little brush and bottle of oil sitting next to the clippers, so I used them to clean it.

(4) On the shelf under the shower head there was a can of shaving cream, a disposable razor, a ceramic bowl and sitting behind those was a small mirror propped up against the wall. I turned the shower on and got myself soak and filled up the bowl with water. Turned the shower off and lathered up and shaved my face first. Rinsed and refilled the bowl and repeated that for both my crotch and ass. rinsed and cleaned everything and threw out the razor.

(5) Self explanatory really.

(6) Found shampoo, conditioner, face wash and body wash. Hanging under the body was a rag. Got myself all cleaned up. Noticed Q-Tips in the cabinet so I used those to clean my ears.

(7) Grabbed the shower head and pretty much rinsed EVERYTHING, making sure not even a hair was left.

(8) Dried off as much as I could with the towel. Had to use the hair dryer to finish my head and the cock cage.

(9 - 11) Self explanatory.

I hung my towel back up where I found it and went over to the matt, kneeled, grabbed the cuffs, and cuffed my hands behind my back. As I waited I noticed all the gear was gone except the sleep sack, some rope and a heavy duty looking leather hood. It wasn't long before he returned to the room.

"All clean, slave?" He said as he approached me.

"Yes, Master."

He walked by me to inspect the stall. "Very nice, slave. Everything looks good. You threw the razor out?"

Now worried. "Yes, Master. Sorry, it was disposable. I thou…."

"Not a big deal. Like you said, it was disposable, but you should be able to get two uses out of them."

"Yes, Master. I will remember."

He walks back over to me and inspects my body. Feels my crotch and balls. "Lean forward and stick your butt in the air." He slides his hand over my ass and in between my crack. "You give yourself an enema?"

"Yes, Master. Was the first one I ever had."

"Really? How many times did you have to rinse?" He pulls me back into upright sitting position.

"Four, Master. Wasn't pretty." Embarrassed to say.

He laughs. "They usually aren't, but they are necessary. You won't have to do that everyday. I'll let you know when it's not needed. Pretty good job overall, slave. Well done." He pats my head.

"Thank you, Master." His approval makes me feel proud of myself.

"Let's get the cage back on before it becomes a difficult task." He squirts a little baby oil into his hand and rubs it all over the cage. He installs the base cock ring and easily slides the cage over my soft dick and locks it up. "There much better. Eh, slave."

"Yes, Master. Thank you."

"Alright, get up and kneel on the fuck bench, so I can get the plug back in."

I get up and walk over to the bench. I climb up on my knees and lean over giving him easy access. As soon as I get myself situated he straps my torso to the bench and also buckles up the ankle straps. I then feel him squirting lube into my ass and then pushing (more like screwing) the plug into me. This procedure takes all of 30 seconds. He grabs the towel I used to shower with and wipes off any excess lube on my ass and baby oil around my crotch. When done he throws the towel towards the door and walks to the bed to get the hood. Before sliding it over my head he shows it to me. Looks like a Mr. S "Heavy Duty" hood, the one with the 3 straps encircling the head. This one, like most of his gear, has been slightly modified; the grommet over the mouth has been enlarged to accommodate a breathing tube. He also has in his hand another strange looking gag. It looks more like a mouth guard, except it's made from rubber, is much bigger, and has a decent size breathing tube built-in. He sets them both down on my back and removes the rubber collar from my neck (was wondering why he felt the need to strap to the bench). He grabs the gag holds it on front of my face, so I open up to allow him to insert it into my mouth. "Bite down and make sure it's properly seated." I do and nod my head. He then slides the hood over my head, making sure the breather tube finds its way through the grommet hole of both the hood and the strap. He quickly laces, zips and locks the hood on, then buckles up and locks the three straps. I can feel him messing about with strap over my mouth, "Can you breath ok?" I nod my. I feel him lock the chain to the collar of the hood, then unbuckle the straps holding me down on the bench.

"We're going to the bed now." He helps off the bench and walks me over to the bed. "Climb on the bed and get on top the sack." I sit and then scoot myself towards the middle of the bed where the sleep sack is. Once in position, he pushes my feet into the sack and pulls the zipper closed up to my crotch. I feel buckling up the leg straps of the sack. He then removes the cuffs and helps my guide my arms into the sleeves and lays me down. Within a minute, the sack zipped, strapped and locked and I am once again a leather encased mummy. I feel some tugging up down the sack on both sides, then at my shoulders and ankles. "Ok, slave. Try and wiggle around." I try, but can't at all. "Did you hear me?" I nod my head. "Can you move at all?" I shake my head. "Good, slave. This morning we're going to work on you being able to trust me and hopefully at the same time help you with your claustrophobia issues. Sound good?" I nod my head. "So here's what's going to happen; whenever you feel like you're going to have a panic attack, I want you to shake your head for me. I'm going to then talk you down from it. After a few times, if the attacks get further apart, I'm then going to leave the room for a specified amount of time. Each time I do, the time will be extended. Hopefully, after enough training, you'll be able to learn how to talk yourself down and eventually not need to. Understand?" I nod my head again. "Good, slave." He pats my head. "Once again, slave. You've got my cock rock hard." I moan. "That's right, slave. When we're done, I'm going to be able to store you away like this for hours at a time. Take you out when I want to play. You like that?" I moan and nod my head. "Of course you do, salve. You want me to completely control you and force you. Don't you, Slave?" I nod again. "Very good, slave. You make me very happy. You make my cock very happy too." Again, I moan. "Now just relax. Either try and sleep or concentrate on something you like, something that makes you happy. Try not to think about being trapped like this forever." I groan. I hear him laugh. "Sorry, slave. Couldn't resist."

Then silence. I strain to listen for anything, but hear nothing. After only a few minutes, I start to get worried. Did he leave me like this? I grunt and few times. "I'm still here, slave. This is the trust part I was talking about. I told you I'm not going to leave you, I don't care if the house is burning down around us. Okay?" I nod my head. "Now remember that I am here even if you don't hear anything and let's try again."

Silence again. Every once in a while I do hear something, but just assume my mind is playing tricks on me. The first thing I start to dwell on, is the hood I'm locked in. It feels so wonderful having leather encasing my head. The leather is all I can smell, it's so wonderful. I can feel my dick begin to swell. And it is so confining, I can feel it pressing in all over my head, I wish I could rub my hands around on the outside. I try to flex all the muscles on my head, forehead, ears, jaw, it's very difficult to. Opening my jaw is impossible, the strap that runs under it to the top of the hood has clamped shut on the gag in my mouth. Which is actually very comfortable. The tube on the inside slightly angles up so my tongue doesn't block it. I like the fact that the gag aligns the upper and bottom jaws. I have a slight overbite, so my lower jaw never sits properly in hoods. This gag moves the jaw forward and forces it to stay, allowing my head to properly fit in the hood. I'll definitely have to ask if he would be willing to use this gag more often, if and when possible. As I'm enjoying the hood, I feel it. Almost like a tiny black hole in my mind sucking all other thoughts out. I wish I knew what it is that triggers it? Within an instant I'm overwhelmed with feelings of dread and my mind starts its decent. I start shaking my head and grunting.

Immediately I feel his hand on my chest, "Calm down, slave. I'm here." Then I feel his other hand rubbing the side of my hooded head. "You're okay. You're not going anywhere. Nothing is going to happen to you. I'm here to make assure you'll be okay. Just breath slow and deep." I take a a very deep breathe and exhale. "That's it, slave, slow and deep." I do it a few more times and the dreadfulness slowly fades away and I calm down. "That's it, slave. Think about the feelings you're having right now. They'll help you calm down on your own when you need it." He starts rubbing his hand over my face. "Instead of feeling trapped and stuck, which you are not, you need to flip that into feeling protected and safe, which you are. I know you're here. Remember, I bound you up and want to keep you like this. You're safe with me. Think of it as me hugging you, holding you in my embrace, because I don't want to let you go and lose you." Not only has he calmed me down, but now I'm fucking turned on. "Feeling better?" I moan and nod my head. He slides his hand down over my crotch, and I immediately begin humping into it. "That's it, slave. This is me having total and complete control over you."
I moan again. "That's right, slave. Not only are you locked in the sack and hood, but the chains holding you down on the bed are also locked. No one can take you away from me. You're all mine and only mine. Ok, slave?" I nod my again. "I know you're going to get through this and make me proud." I nod and moan. "Good, slave." I start whining when he removes his hands and I can no longer feel his touch.

I'm left to myself again. And instead of trying to think around my issue, I attempt to tackle the problem head on. Is my problem that I'm afraid I'll be trapped like this forever? Am I afraid of not being able to breath? I definitely have a fear of not being able to breath or more accurately, the possibility of my breathing being cut off and not being able to do anything about it. I know I can breath fine at the moment - I take a deep breathe - there's a decent size breather tube for my mouth and nostril holes for my nose, so there's no apparent danger at the moment. So my problem tends to be with, what if? If I could just keep my mind in the moment and away from what MIGHT happen, then I would be fine. If I could learn to relax and embrace the complete loss of control, then I could enjoy this for longer periods of time. He's right; I am helpless, but I'm not stuck or trapped, I am bound up so he can enforce his dominance over me, control me, own me. I am bound up like this, because he gets off having a slave under his complete control. I attempt to move various parts of my body to test the leather he has me imprisoned in. I can rock my hips, move my feet, and of course, move my head. I take a deep breath and moan. Feeling how complete my bondage is, my dick responds and attempts to get hard again. I moan again from the ache as it reaches the confines of the cage and begin humping the inside of the sack. I'm really starting to enjoy the feeling of the cage suppressing my hard on and wonder how long he plans on forcing me to wait before I get to cum again. I think about the fact that I may never touch my own dick again. And then think about how thorough he is at making sure I'm never in a position to free myself and kept under his control at all times. I wonder if I'll ever have a moment where there would be an opportunity for me to get away. He does basically own and control me now and could indefinitely keep me as his bondage slave. Would this really be such a bad life? The leather, bondage, chastity, control, cock worshipping, fucking are all great, but I've only been here a day, so it would be stupid of me to assume that this is all there is. We never really discussed all the things he likes to get into and do. We could never get beyond the bondage and leather. Speaking of leather, I can't wait to see him in his leather again. It made him look so Masterful and made me want to submit to him and do anything he wanted. I think about spending time licking his boots, chewing on that cod piece, feeling his gloved hand cover my mouth. Fuck am I getting horny. I groan from the frustration of the cage holding back my hard on. I continue to think of all the "fun" we're going to have all the things he might want to do and try and wonder if he's thinking the same. He did mention that he has never had a full-time slave before, so this is something new for him as well. That gets me excited thinking that he picked me. But that also makes me wonder, what if he decides he's not ready? I can't see how that could be, so far, he's played me like a fiddle…

I feel his hand on my chest, "Hey, slave. Are you doing okay in there?" I nod my head. "Good. You're doing really well. Better than I thought." He rubs his hand down the side of the hood. "I think you're ready to be left alone." I shake my head and groan a bit. "Yes, I think so. I've got a few things to do, but will be back shortly." He pats the side of the hood and I hear the door open and shut. I try to lay still to try and hear if he's actually gone. I hear nothing, he must've really gone.