The Coffin part 3

Author: FRGLEE
Title: The Coffin part 3 by Anonymous Underground
Date: 11 March 2008

The Coffin part 3

In the last part I described how my experiments with a bondage facilitator ended up with me being bound and boxed into a steel coffin most weekends. This ,of course led me to my present situation,buried permantly in a box deep underground . I see now that everything we explored and experimented with was merely a step by step procedure toward what happened next.

We had sorted out many of the problem areas for me entombed in the box. the basic requirements,namely air,water,food,sexual relief and hygeine had kind of been ironed out bit by bit. We were still improving the equipment on a lot after a year into the bondage relationship. I borrowed money against my house and basically told my keeper he could buy what he liked for this project. The money was not wasted...everything spent was well thought out and reasoned carefully...Some items were expensive,and some were not...

The gasmask and butterfly gag with breathing and feeding tubes had been replaced by something far more ergonomic and comfortable. My keeper had met an orthodontist years back who was able to make moulds of the mouth and from that make very precise dental plates and oral cavity fillers. These were used in medical procedures connected with injuries to the jaw and palate. Once the mouth had been modelled using quick setting plastic filler,bottom and upper parts at a time,then these moulds could make a cast which could then be made into a two piece oral plate,made of a kind of hard rubbery plastic.It was quite unreactive with saliva and produced no allergic reactions. This could be inserted into the upper part of the mouth and tightened in place by clamps around the teeth. The bottom plate had a recess for the tongue and also fitted closely and fairly comfortably in place,again clamped to the teeth. Now these two sections could be screwed together producing a gag of great effectiveness through the rather fiendish design. a hole down the centre allowed breathing tunes and feeding tunes to be inserted. It even allowed stomach pump tubes...... No movement at all of the jaw was possible. The unit was neither comfortable or uncomfortable...you just got used to it after a while and almost forgot it was there although the tongue was always frantically exploring its wet prison.

I wore this gag more and more with our sessions and after a while it became obligatory.I felt odd without it in bondage. I even got quite used to it sleeping and missed it the five days a week I slept normally.As an experiment I asked my keeper to leave it in up for me on the Sunday night when I went home...It was odd being unable to speak but to all intents and purposes I looked normal,as long as I did not move my lips to show the black plastic and tube to my throat.It was not possible for me to remove alone. The next week was a holiday and I spent the time alone,mainly at home living off soup and yoghurt sucked through a tube.The following Friday I returned to my keepers house and kitted up,pleased that I had been able to wear the gag all week long. In total I wore it 9 days without a break and could have worn it longer. I felt pleased that I had done so,but it was a testimony to how well made it was.

Another improvement was made to my breathing set up. We designed a rubber helmet with an anaesthetic mask integrated. The hood was of quite heavy rubber with no eye holes and had an inflatable layer. About this time we had a heavyweight latex inflatable suit made for me as well. I remember being measured for it in a most unlikely little shop,but the rubber maker was one of the great exponents of inflatable rubber and perhaps the cleverest manufacturer of them on the planet. It was an unusual way of spending a Saturday for me,not in heavy bondage,and driving a hundred miles to another city with my Keeper..As usual he was not all that communicative but we talked a little about our mutual wishes and desires.

A few weeks later the inflatable suit arrived and an initial 'test drive' revealed that it fit very well and worked well with the hood. The initial scene was with the heavy rubber sleepsack along with the leather overbag we had had made a year earlier. Out of the neck entry to the sleepsack came the tubes for the inlfatable suit along with four sets of wires for the estimming set up...nipples,dick,balls and asshole thru the duopole buttplug.. the gag was in and the hood covered my head with the rubber cup of the anaesthesia mask,with its inflatable rim fitting comfortably over my nose and mouth. I was dressed standing up but laid over the bondage table and strapped aboard. The suit pipes were attached to a small noisy airpump and was partially inflated....My legs and arms were squeezed hard by the rubber inflating under the sleepsack. My keeper let me rest for a while as he could see I was in some discomfort but gradually I got used to it.Some more air was added and I began to hear noises of rubber squealing against rubber as the suit moved within the confiningly tight sleepsack. I was now being squeezed with incredible force all over my body,the pressure built up beautifully all over me....Then the hood was inflated and my skull felt like it might implode...the pressure built up until I groaned loadly through the gag. My keeper asked if all was OK and I grunted once to indicate that it was.I was flying....

A rattle as the screw connectors were placed in my mask breathing ports. From the immediate resistance and the sound of a regulator rasping nearby I guessed that I had been attached to an air cylinder...then I tasted the tingly thickness of the 'air' and realised I had been put on pure oxygen....

Next the tingle on my nips started,soft at first but rising fast into a kind of tug tug tug sensation.....simply due to the skin and muscle contracting and relaxing with the current pulses...It felt good...then became sharper. My hard on was rewarded by a tingle in my dick and a gentle regular throb around my balls and up my asshole.Within a few minutes I realised I had been put on the' Milker' programme which would slowly build up over about an hour to make me cum.It always did,there was no resistance possible. So I lay there,bound to the table,in layers of rubber and leather,tight and immobilised by the inflatable suit...panting with delight at the oxygen entering my mask. I drifted away into an ethereal world,utterly safe,utterly relaxed....The merciless electro was beginning to build up...i had run this programme so many times and knew it would keep me near the edge for a while then there would be a burst of power forcing out the copious hot ejaculate. And so it did as it always did. And I grunted and screamed in pleasure through my gag. And my keeper came within seconds of me as well, yelling and shouting as I felt the familiar feel of his cum shooting over my hooded head.

I slept in inflatable rubber bondage that night and the following...That was the weekend that we did not use the coffin as it had been returned to the guy who had originally made it years ago for some modifications.... And enjoyable although that weekend was trying out the new gear,it was merely testing and preparation for the next stage which did involve the coffin.



The following weekend I arrived at my keepers house early from work on the Friday afternoon after feigning a dental appointment. My keeper had not been working that day and he had gone to fetch the coffin with the new functions.Some of which were to be quite a surprise for me! I knew that the most costly part had been to make the steel box waterproof with seals around the lid. Also,ports had been added to allow for the ingress of pipes and electro whilst keeping the box watertight..... The box or coffin I am in now is also watertight. it has to be,being underground,otherwise it would flood when it rained and water percolated through the soil. I had not really worked out some of the possibilites that my keeper had imagined . It was to be a surprise...and a surprise it certainly was!

We spent the normal laborious work getting me suited up in my first latex layer,wired with electro contacts and getting the gag installed a drinking tube was attached to the port at the side of the gag,by my breathing hole..Then the inflatable suit,carefully feeding the wiring through to the neck.Then the inflatable hood .Standing up,I put my rubbered feet into the rubber sleepsack,located at the bottom end of the steel coffin which was lying on the floor,lid open.when the rubber sleepsack was lifted up my legs and over my waistand finally up to my neck,and zipped shut completely along with the wide buckled neckband,which was tightened. Then I was gently manoeuvered into the coffin by my keeper,on my back and positioned carefully. Now there were wires and plugs to connect up. Then hoses from the inflatable suit and finally the corrugated hoses that led from my mask which were clicked into position on the inside wall of the coffin on either side of my head.. After a break so I could relax and get my bearings my Keeper returned and asked clearly and loudly if I was comfortable and was able to breathe OK....A single grunt from me through the gag....then the drinking tube was attached to the coffin wall by my right shoulder and a valve opened. cool sterile water flowed through,just enough for a few welcome gulps. there were no toilet relief tubes possible at this stage so it was agreed I was just to urinate to my rubber suit as and when.I had not eaten solid food for a day or two before and had given myself an enema that morning so i was fairly sure that there would be no need for defaecation.

One thing I remember so well. A calm reassuring voice saying:

"Whatever happens,trust me.I am here for you,I am watching you.I want you to have a great time,I want you to enjoy this as much as me"

The lid was closed with a gentle hiss and I knew that for the next 50 hours or so my location was ensured.we spent the first few hours getting me acclimatised to the new equipment....I knew that the weekend would hold some interesting experiences for me but I was not quite sure what exactly.It was a sign of the trust in my keeper that I allowed him to do things to me now without discussion and negotiation.I was nervous with anticipation,even shaking like a teenager about to have his first fuck.

One thing that was established early on was that I would not be breathing air at all. There were so many more interesting things to breathe. The default gas seemed to be an enriched air mix of 50% oxygen for longish periods.Pure Oxygen was a special treat sometimes I was told that I was also breathing heliox for a period. there was no mistaking one gas...entonox...I knew well the sweet tingle and the luxuriant feelings it produced. Sometimes I wanted to shout out for more when we returned to the default mix,but of course I could only grunt quietly through the gag.

The inflatable suit and mask were inflated to about half the maximum pressure several times in the way of a testing cycle. I knew that the pumps used had been connected to computer linked servos and much could be controlled from a laptop in the room,including the electro. Every now and again I got a sip or two of glucose water. the electrostimming set up was also tested. and I even though that a programme was being run but my keeper switched it off after a few minutes.Obviously,all this was preparation.For a long time,maybe several hours I was set in stasis as it were with nothing much happeneing,my suit and hood deflated and the elctro switched off...I dozed a bit,tired after the efforts of kitting up.

Then suddenly something very strange happened,something I have never felt before in whilst in bondage. Water was entering the coffin.I had not expected this. the water was tepid,perhaps a little on the cool side maybe. Slowly the water started to fill the coffin. I had not thought this was the idea of the waterproofing seals.I had thought that it was part of a scheme for maybe burying me underground. i had not thought that what can be kept out,can also be kept in!

The water continued flowing in. It worked its way up my side and into the suit through the neckseal.It did not seem to enter my hood though. The neckseal was pretty tight and the neckbrace seemed to prevent it entering. My keeper told me later he had tried it out for himself in the bath and knew that if the hood leaked the orinasal mask with the inflated flange was pretty leak proof. But the hood had stayed dry. I felt the water rising over my head and began to feel panicky. that this might go wrong...that I could drown here in a steel box in the middle of a room!

But I kept breathing and the panic and fear subsided. I remembered the calming words "Trust me". I began to relax enjoying the strange experience of being underwater and in bondage completely unable to escape.There was a bang on the steel lid of the coffin which i took to be a question 'Are you alright" and I made a loud single grunt into my mask. The game could continue. Where were we going? What was to happen next? Very soon afterwards I felt the pressure start to build in my hood and my suit. the airpump had been turned on and no doubt was forcing the water back out of the coffin from whence it had come. the pressure began to build up,remorcelessly. I was being squeezed very hard indeed. I yelped at the pressure and suddenly found myself breathing entonox. the discomfort vanished almost instantly. I loved breathing Nitrous Oxide...I loved the taste and the way it made my head swirl with pleasure. Unbelievable the suit started inflating again,then the hood...With nowhere to expand but the limits of the interior of the steel coffin and my body it began to push in on me so I began to feel it hard to breathe.Pure Oxygen was pumped into me,clearing my head but the awareness of the unbelievable pressure was intensified. A few minutes passed and then mercifully the oressure was released. The suit began to deflate.water began to reenter the coffin and I groaned.

Several cycles of water and inflatable suit pressure ensued....One very fast cycle,I guess. to test out how long it could take to do one complete turn. then for a while the coffin was full of water and i was left breathing quietly in my warm underwater world. but I was getting exhausted and almost frustrated at my inability to escape. I began to wish for the first time to be out of the box and seriously considered giving the two grunts that would mean my release. But I didn't.I was breathing,I was warm,I was OK. I could take more. a LOT more.

Then the suit was inflated and the water left for the last time. Now what i had been waiting for all evening began. with a tingle of the steel band around my glans and the ballweights around my testicles the regular throbbing of the electrostim started. Next came my tits,a gentle tingle turning into a sharp feeling like someone was sticking a needle in them...then a kind of grinding feeling like someone was twisting and poinching them...all from the miracle of minute pulsed electric currents! The bipolar buttplug started up next and I felt my prostate tingling as the current began to flow through to my dick and to my anal sphincter making it twitch with pleasure.

I gasped at the feeling and groaned with pleasure. My jaw clenched down on the hard rubbery feeling gag and I sucked at the plates feeling the saliva bubble through...I tried to recognise the programme being used...I was not sure which one it was,maybe something new obtained just for this session. it had started up surprisingly strongly but was obviously now pacing itself,extending the sensations for me. The inflatable hood began to inflate and deflate in cycles although the suit was pretty much inflated to the max. I was totally immobilised in there Suddenly the oxygen I was breathing had a strong aroma...a strong draught of poppers...Oh Christ,this was all too much to withstand..... . I clenched my rubber ballmitt covered fists and felt the beginning of my orgasm starting...Oh this was too much,I wanted it to last longer,I wanted it not to end so soon...the programme had other ideas. it began to jolt me with peak current loads in a kind of hard grinding through my asshole and dick...i felt my swollen balls throb with the shocks then suddenly the darkness became very light indeed as fireworks burst through my head and I spawned squirt after squirt into my rubber pants feeling the electro shocking and jerking my dick remorcelessly.

The huge yell and the shaking of the coffin gave my keeper it was time to cum as well and he did so,standing over the box with its turmoils within nearly over and eagerly sprayed the lid with line after line of his pearly juice...

With the technology tested and running we decide it is time for an endurance session in the next part where I discover which direction I am inexorably heading..