The Coffin part 2

Author: FRGLEE
Title: The Coffin part 2
Date: 07 March 2008

The Coffin part 2 by Anonymous Underground

The meetings with my keeper went on .I looked forward to them enormously and it seemed my life was revolving around them. I could hardly concentrate on my work and my line manager,I recall,made it very clear that he thought I needed to 'shape up or ship out'...I couldn't care less,really. Work had become little more than a drudge for me. A soulless job that once had prospects but held no interest for me any more.I felt that so much in my life had become a failure,and I was pretty unhappy,but just got on with life stoically.

I had the house,it is true.left to me by my mother when she had died. There had been some money as well but I still needed to work to pay the bills.I'd been kind of just existing for years...a trip to the bars sometimes,trying to connect,never having much luck...A lot was just work/eat/sleep stuff and I was bored and becoming dulled by routine and tedium.....The net filled a lot of holes in my life and got me in touch with interesting people. My bondage interests grew and I had a few interesting sessions with guys online.... For me,it was the start of the learning curve.But there was something very special about the last guy I met . he actually is the very last guy I shall ever know and the very last I want to .He is my God,he is my keeper Through him I live and enjoy life and health and happiness.

In a box,underground,forever.....

My keeper is not the warmest or most social of guys,I am sure he will admit to that. He is however a considerate guy, polite,attentive if a little formal. He is also quite inventive,good with his hands building things....We got on well enough at a certain level but he seemed not to be too fond of either close physical contact or romantic stuff with me,at least nothing was ever said about that when I first knew him.

I adored him from the first minute we met...his apparent indifference did drive me crazy but I got used to it. A glance at me from his intense eyes was enough to have my heart beating faster.Then he would look away quickly,almost embarrassed at the intimacy.... His one pleasure was to see me in tight inescapable bondage,and that is how he would get his relief...I never saw him cum...he always insisted I be masked and blindfolded. But I could hear him and even feel him spraying cum across the rubber or leather hood I was wearing. He used to yell at me as well as he jerked off over me...nasty abusive stuff sometimes,but he told me afterwards a few times it was all part of the game and that I should not take it personally.

A lot was about my immobilisation and his pleasure.I just loved being under the control of this guy. He never said very much to me but it didn't matter...actions speak louder than words I guess....The sessions at the start resulted in me having to cum later,usually when I had got home However there were a few times I came without any stimulation. This was rare.

It was decided that I was to be introduced to electrostimming and we had several sessions devoted to stretching my limits and acclimitising me to stimming programmes.This was done in a vacsac and immobilised for hours in tight clinging rubber,on my back on the floor,hardly able to breathe through a rebreather bag system. I would always cum eventually,but it was hard work at first.Sometimes it was bloody uncomfortable but I slowly got into the swing of it. Now I rarely cum without stimming.Its quite difficult to cum without electricity,given the degree of my immobilisation,but not impossible.

And so the months passed,weekend after weekend of immobilisation and experiment,going further and further into seeing what was possible.There was even less social contact with my keeper.Basically,when I arrived at his place we would get started... I took to going directly to his house Friday after work,getting kitted up in my latex catsuit and then down one of many avenues of weekend bondage depending on my keepers mood. He had a certain amount of bondage gear,some homemade like the bondage table and chair,St Andrews cross and so on but was not that well off. I took to buying things on his wish list for him and so we began to build a collection of interesting gear together. The inflatable sleepsack was an early purchase followed, I think, shortly afterwards by a leather strapped bag which went over the sleepsack. Quite a few bits of steel too including shackles and harness gear,even a steel corset and cock and ball chastity steelwork...All very costly but all put to great use. I was aware that I was my keepers only contact,and that he devoted his spare time solely to me. It became accepted that my weekends were spent at his place,under his control.He was interested to see what I liked and what did not work so well for me...We used to chat a little while on the Sunday evenings after my release when I would help him tidy up before heading back to my house.

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As I have said,the steel coffin was obtained a while after we first met. It was originally made by a craftsman many years ago.......the original idea was to try it and to ensure my full immobilisation in full bondage for the weekend...there was simply no escape.

Let me describe it,for it is my home now and I know every inch of it intimately. These days it is upright underground but we used to place it horizontally on the floor in my keepers playroom as it was far too heavy to move about. .It looks like,well...a normal coffin! It's of quite impressive dimensions which it has to be as I am quite a large guy..... It is made of dull steel and the exterior is rough and grey blue in colour with a slight sheen...The lid is on a hinge but it is very heavy indeed. There are screws that go around the lid which are tightened with Allen keys..the lid is very well designed and made for when it closes it makes a very good seal...Inside the lid and the coffin everything is padded with foam covered with latex sheet.The latex has a strong rubber smell which turns me on from across the room.....Of course whilst I am in it I am breathing from the outside air source through a rubber mask. I can feel it though for when the lid is shu tIt is very restrictive in there,in the dark box...just the rubber pushing in on me.... There are also inflatable rubber bladders under the latex as well.. these can be pumped up and effectively squeeze me inside the box...so tight I can hardly move or breathe at all.There are various holes at the feet end into which can be inserted hoses. The original project had not been completed although the inflatable bladders inside worked very well,maybe a little too well for the partner of the original owner,which is why we were lent it. Of course we bought it pretty soon after as my keeper had certain ideas for its further development.....

It became a moveable feast and we experimented with many combinations of gear inside. The toilet arrangements being particularily hard to get right at first. Catheterisation and a fiendish enema system for flushing out waste were gradually developed...It was taking several hours to get set up for this each Friday evening but we got into a routine after a while. Setting up the stimming contacts also took some time and there was an element of trial and error in the early sessions to see what worked best for me.... Then there came the choice of immobilsation techniques inside the box...it might range from full multilayered rubber bondage complete with inflatable rubber mitts,leg irons and handcuffs. Sometimes it was in full leather gear,or even plastic tranny gear...the latter not really to my taste but very much to my keepers and there was an element of humilation in gearing me up in the kit which was a bit of a turn on...

The experiments with steel gear inside the coffin were the most uncomfortable. The steel corset and harness was pretty unbearable after a few hours and made it very hard for me to get any kind of comfort in the coffin. The arm and leg shackles were joined by lengths of heavy chain which rattled at my every movement. One session my keeper opened the box mid-session which he had never done before so fed up with me rattling the chains... the chains were tightened with shorter links so that I was intensely immobilsed in the coffin...I was so uncomfortable that night ...I could not sleep and wept with frustration and discomfort. My keeper checked that everything was alright several times and asked if I wanted release....my reply was in the negative,two grunts through the gag...I have never asked for release,never...... Maybe that was the turning point for me,maybe that was the night that everything changed...I felt like a huge dam of repression,fear and self hatred had burst within me.I began to float on a sea of endorphins and saw bright lights in the darkness,,I drifted and dreamed in wonder at the sensations,floating with my fantasies it was truly an epiphany! Nothing could ever be the same again.... After that,everything was different...I knew that this was good and this what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.

Funny to think.I used to shake with nerves and excitement at the start of each session in the coffin as it was so intense. I think the thing that excited and terrified me the most was the breath control element.Through various masks and hoses I was connected to an air supply of sorts exterior to the coffin.There was a lot of experimentation in the early stages but such was the magic of our bondage connection I never really felt in danger...a bit short of breath maybe! I knew that my keeper had expertise with breathing equipment and that several trials were made with strange smelling gases that made my head spin...A hospital tower held breathing bags and a bubbler and there was even a cylinder of emergency oxygen which could be connected into my breathing system. The BC stuff is a funny thing...I was not into it at all when we first played but my keeper insisted I persevere with it. He has a very intense fetish for breathing equipment and anaesthesia gear. In the early days this was little more than a gasmask atached to a rebreather bag or a filter for me with maybe a bit of poppers or nitrious oxide added to the breathing loop....now it is somewhat more sophisticated. I do not breathe anything that does not come from a cylinder and we have banks of them,with some interesting breathing mixes....

We had to devise a system for feeding me fluid and nutrition and this was done in the early sessions by using an S6 hooded gasmask which has an integral drinking nipple.It was easy to connect this to a bottle outside the coffin and could be made to supply me with cool water,glucose solution or even a thicker liquid food which was used with parients in hospitals who could not eat properly.All I had to do was suck on the rubber nipple and my demands were met. We played with gags linked to this nipple,the safest of which was an inflatable rubber butterfly gag. Later on I would have soft plastic rubbeyr mouth implants made for me...this is what I have now permanently in my mouth so I cannot bite my tongue when my head is compressed by the inflatable hood system.

The general idea after kitting me up and getting me into the coffin locked up and checking that everything was working OK...it always was...my keeper was meticulous to a fault. I would then be left for a while to settle down and relax...it was hard to say for how long....you pretty fast lose track of time in the darkness....sometimes I might drift off to sleep for short periods.... But after a while there would be the slight tingle of the stimming set up starting up. Now this is a programme and there are about a dozen different ones that we use, the estim machine is connected to a computer. I learnt to recognize these programmes after a while and they would go through cycles that built up to my cumming.I think it was important to get the first cum out of the way. That was always within a few hours of me arriving on the Friday. Then we could relax a little... the routine was not always set in stone but there would be sessions when the activity would be very intense with several hours of BC and stimming,maybe an enema or two ...then there would be quiet periods....at first I would find it hard to sleep in bondage but after a while I would drift off like a baby,snoring away in the coffin I am told.... the following 2 days would be much the same.My keeper enjoyed playing with me,kind of torturing me but also trying to see if he could make me groan with pleasure....making me cum was never too hard...some weekends the scene was about seeing if he could get me to cum again and again...some weekends the bondage in the coffin was more about my personal reflection and quietness...My keeper sometimes did not want to play with me but knew that I understood and that I was happy inside the steel box,ready in case he did.

I never worried about his gratification as I knew that he got off on me immobilsed and trapped in the coffin big time. I could not hear much or see anything but I knew when he was near and I knew when he was making love to me in my steel coffin.....even though I was tightly bound and controlled inside and he was outside,savouring my every groan,twitch and gasp...sometimes he would time his cumming to my cumming with the stimming...I would feel the coffin being hit by his cum spraying over the lid.

But these weekend sessions were nothing for what was to come which I shall describe in the next chapter.