The Coffin part 1

Author: FRGLEE
Title: The Coffin by Anonymous Underground
Date: 05 March 2008

The Coffin,part 1 by Anonymous Underground

Hi! My name is ,well,shall we say,Anonymous, and I live in a large house in the suburbs of a city somewhere.I guess that is wrong as I do not really live in a house and,well,l am alive but I do not really live. I literally exist,I suppose, in the garden of this large house. I used to own the house but I no longer do It was taken from me a while back,maybe a couple of years,though it is hard to work out how much time has passed,here in the dark.

To all intents and purposes I do not exist. My master and keeper,who allows me to live,who looks after my every need in fact, has allowed me to communicate with the outside world on this occasion only. He thought it might be nice to describe my situation,though of course he censors everything I type.He wouldn't want me to give too much away as to who I am,who he is and where all this is happening.I do not think anyone is looking for me or even cares where I am,except of course, my keeper.He cares for me very much.That is why he has imprisoned and isolated me from everyone but himself .

I am at present staring at a small computer screen placed in a visor over my eyes.. Sometimes it is on and sometimes it is off. I can see nothing else other than the screen however hard I try. Sometimes it is just a dark blue colour. This usually appears for a while before it comes on properly.I can surf some sites although I am not permitted to interact online with anyone other than my keeper and he is pretty uncommunicative much of the time. He usually has instructions for me,some to do with sex,some to do with work he needs me to do for him. This is usually in the form of writing articles and stories for him.

Let me explain. I am sealed up in a chamber deep underground.I was told I am actually under the swimming pool that I was having built in the garden . But I am not sure where I am. It is very dark here and very very quiet..It is not cold and I am not uncomfortable other than being immobilised..I am not quite sure of the dimensions of the chamber but I suspect it is a coffin. I am actually upright but my body is supported by rubber air cushions so I feel a little as if I am floating.Sometimes my muscles are 'exercised' by electroshocks and there are some tensing and relaxing exercises I have to do.The inflatable cushions also pump up and down and impart a gentle relaxing movement. This is all important to keep up my muscle tone and keep me healthy.

I can move a little but no more than a matter of a few centimetres in any direction. I certainly cannot escape...there is no way I can move my hands enough .My arms are kind of in a space surrounded by the airbags.. I know I am dressed in plastic and I know there are lots of tubes around me as well as harnesses and a mask.Over my face there is a kind of rubber or plastic orinasal mask.This is actually very soft and comfortable.I suspect it is some sort of anaesthesia mask.When I try to move my head in the space allowed I can feel it is quite heavy and there seem to be tubes attached.

Through the mask there is a gag and through the gag there are several tubes. I can breathe through my nose tubes but there is also a mouth breathing system .Two tubes with rubber nipples supply me with water and a kind of gruel.They are at opposite sides of my mouth and I have learnt to suck on one side of my mouth at a time. The gruel has no flavour but when I am hungry it makes me feel better. Sometimes drugs are fed to me through the water...I can taste the bitterness of them in the water sometimes but usually my keeper tells me what to expect and why. He is strangely considerate,considering he has entombed me in a coffin underground.

I breathe slowly and regularily through the mask. I have no choice for my air is pumped in in regular quantities. At first I hated this and fought it. But now I am used to it.It is quite restful really having my breathing done for me by a machine.Sometimes the air I breathe changes,but more about that later.....

I am sometimes washed as warm water is pumped through the loose plastic suit. Air can also be pumped through the suit and this is usually warm and comforting after my 'bedbath'. I feel I have no body hair any more but I do not know why. Perhaps I am given drugs to stop it growing or somehow washed with a depilitory gel..Toilet functions seem to be automatic.I guess I must be permanently entubed and cathetered. There is an enema capability as well. This can be very pleasurable or very very uncomfortable,depending on how 'co-operative' I am.

There are also electrodes attached to me,some through piercings but I know there is a metal urethral tube that can be charged as well as a steel cockring and metal chastity device. An enema tube also seems to be connected. Once I was given a salt water enema and felt the shocks deep in my guts. The electro is a mixed blessing.It can be a reward or a punishment..It can hurt me and it can make me cum.

I am actually immobilised quite severely.Even my plastic covered hands are in mitts that feel like boxers gloves but there is something rather unusual in them. There are a couple of contacts that enable me to control the cursor on the screen.I have actually got very proficient at typing like this using a keyboard designed for disabled people. In the visor over my eyes.I can read things, write things like I am doing now. Also I am permitted to surf the net without interaction,I can look at images from my keepers extensive memory store, and even watch films sometimes when it is permitted. The films are usually short and of a BDSM nature. My keeper knows how much I love rubber and plastic gear and is always looking for new films for me to see.There is a lot on the internet as well that I can access though I know my surfing is monitored.

With the films I am electrostimmed to orgasm .This happens about once every three days usually.. The programme is always the same. It takes about 30 minutes and builds up until I cannot stop from cumming. I tried once to resist but it made no difference.There are contacts through my nipple piercings as well as the genital stuff I mentioned. The programme is quite clever and once it starts I know every phase by heart. I love the programme. The programme is what I live for really. From the gentle ting at the startle through to the sequenced shocks that feel like my dick and asshole are being gripped and tugged roughly,I love every second.

In the dark I am sometimes left to myself,with the visor screen off for a while. Once it was off for a long time and I got frightened it would never return,but it did. I asked my keeper why but there was no reply to this question.He does not always answer questions.

I remember when I first met my keeper. He was very much the kind of guy I always liked,appearance wise.I would describe him but that is not permitted,nor is the way we initially met. I found he had an extensive bondage collection,just as he had said online. We spent quite a bit of time playing with my limits being very much stretched and explored over about a dozen meets. Me very much the passive guy in full bondage,him very much the facilitator. He loved to see guys bound and immobilised for long periods and I loved helping him enjoy this but it took quite a while for me to get through the overnight barrier.I did though and we explored further.My keeper is concerned for my welfare and was very interested to see how I responded and what could be done to make the experiece better for me. He seemed to like to discuss what I was going through...I think he gets off on it,lol!

The scenes kind of got better and better,at least for me. I did not understand him well enough I guess and i thought the way he concentrated on me was a way of showing his fondness, That may have been partly true but I think I understand his motivations better now.He wants and needs to control other men. He wants to know that they only live through his good graces. He needs to know that they are grateful for his allowing them to live.

The box underground was actually my idea. We talked at great length what might be needed for an extensive session. I had read about guys who had been sealed up in boxes underground for several weeks with tubes from the surface supplying them with air,water and liquid food though I had no idea how toilet arrangements were taken care of. Turned out a lot the 'waste removal' could be done with tubes and pumps as well.

My keeper had a contact with a steel coffin that was surplus to requirements. A deal equitable to both parties was made and it was transported in a long crate to my house one day,

We decided to give it a go.I had never seen such an item and was very curious as to the possibilities. The box was indeed coffin shaped,but it was made of steel plate and very well made at that.. Inside there was padding and several holes to enable breathing and tubes for water and such like. I tried the box over a weekend at my keepers house.I full body slowly kitted up in two rubber suits with sheaths,then sat down inside the coffin on the vinyl padding.My keeper put on the heavy rubber hood with the integral gag and feeding tube. Then my legs were hoisted up and a kind of rubber leg sheath,made of heavyweight latex was pulled up them to my waist,then tightly belted up The rubber suits I was in were tight and not so comfortableBut this is how they had been made for me.My hands were placed in rubber inflatable bondage mitts and were locked to the waist belt through D rings at my wrist.There were no toilet arrangements and over the two days I slowly filled up the sheath with my own waste.This was odd for me,I am not into scat or even piss really but the feeling of my rubber covered legs sliding aroung in a kind of warm wet mess was quite stimulating. Or maybe it was my head enjoying the humiliation?

I got frustrated a few times,I remember and tried to get out.It was all to no avail but the sliding around in the rubber,in the dark restrictive box got me hot. I got so horny but it was so hard to cum. By flexing my dick again and again I could slowly feel the beginning of the wonderful warm feeling that starts an orgasm. When I did cum,there was a lot of gasping through the breathing tubes.Whilst perfectly adequate for normal respiration,they were quite restictive when I was breathing heavily. That kind of added to the thrill.The second time I came I tried not to get so worked up mindful of the frightening feeling of suffocation as I would begin to cum.It was just as bad and my heart beat loudly as I gasped to breathe whilst stars went off in my head.

I sucked on the nipple in the gag for water which sometimes had a kind of glucose taste to it,but I was told later that there were other nutrients in the mix. I was wearing a very heavy rubber bondage mask and this had been clipped by D rings to hooks on the side of the coffin. There was practically no head movement possible.It was very tight too,buckles on the side being done up so hard it made me gasp at first but after a while I didn't even feel it. No eye holes and two nostril tubes along with the butterfly gag that had a breathing tube and the rubber nipple for feeding.I could hear nothing at all except the loudest sounds,such as the steel coffin being shut.At one time I thought I heard a regular tapping and then I realised that my keeper was probably lying on the lid jerking off!

When I was let out on the first Sunday evening there was a fair bit of cleaning up to do.The rubber needed thorough washing as did I. There was little conversation with my keeper,I think he was sad he had had to let me free. I had initially welcomed release,almost craving it....but the long hours of near immobilsation in the steel box in tight rubber was conditioning me for more.

Every night the next week I jerked off thinking of the box.every day at work thinking of Friday evening when I would next visit my keeper,my master,the man I had come to love. And he loves me. He tells me so,even though I am trapped forever by him in this box,deep underground. No one else will ever love me and no one else will ever be loved by him.

In the next chapter I will tell how I came to be entombed permanently.