The Coffin part 4

Author: FRGLEE
Title: The Coffin part 4
Date: 14 March 2008

The Coffin part 4

I somehow knew that my normal 'life' was coming to an end and that circumstance was leading me somewhere different. At the time it was just a feeling but nothing had been thought out or decided. The conversations with my Keeper were always a bit limited,although I began to understand the subtleties of the man more. He will not mind me saying that he is a shy man with hidden depths. I do not think he thinks of himself really as a gay man,but I knew he was obsessed by heavy bondage of young men. Strangely,he was not well known on the scene as such. We had dinner together one Sunday evening and talked a bit about extending a scene from the usual two days to maybe a week. I had at that time never experienced such a duration and was well aware of the practical problems,including cramping,hygeine and the very real possibilty of injury due to chafing...I had never been in a rubber suit for more than a weekend either and I wondered if I might end up with skin problems where the suit was tight. Sometimes our weekends had been very hard for me. The chaining and the irons had been very hard to cope with and I often was unable to sleep well and was in considerable pain. I put up with it all because,well,I admit it now, I was very much in love with my Keeper. After a year I had realised that a lot of the pleasure had been in pleasing him,and he was a hard man to please. Rarely, he would congratulate me for my endurance,though I did get the impression he was genuinely interested in what was happening to me.I guess it helped him get off,but he was also interested to see how limits could be extended by combining kit to get the optimum results.

Over a Christmas/New Year break we decided to go for a longer spell in the coffin,I was to be kitted up in three layers of latex and heavy raingear with waders and heavy shotblasters gloves.Shackles and chain bondage were added and I was tightened up pretty tight but not so tightly that I would be unable to move. I wore the wonderful gag but under the old S6 gasmask,complete with feeding tube....The stimming set up was pretty straightforward...the duopole buttplug,the urethral charged sound and a current flow from my cockring. The nipple stimming was through two stuck on pads under the rubber and a contact on each of the nipple rings...This worked after a fashion but tended to short and not work when I got very sweaty under the suits. We used a urinal bag set up outside the coffin connected through an incontinence condom and bag system.

There were to be interesting discoveries over the week but the chief one being that neither of us were particularily into torture and suffering. The coffin was just not designed for more than two,maybe three days tops. The whole thing was far too uncomfortable...even the padded sides and base were hard to lie on and sleeping became a result of being too exhausted to care any more about pain.I very nearly broke after 4 days and was about to plead with my Keeper to let me out.Not that I would have to plead for I am sure that he would respond instantly.It was that thought...that I was never more than a minute from release that,oddly made me feel safe and happy. I knew that he was watching me carefully at all times and actually put in a lot of work to ensure I was OK. There was a kind of routine I got used to,though I spent a lot of the time dozing or sleeping fitfully. The dream had been to be in a coffin for ever,but I began to wonder how feasible it actually was. Needless to say I had a lot of time to think about things in the darkness and quiet.

The electro became something I looked forward to.I was milked 3 times each day at regular intervals.There are several stimming programmes that I know well and some I like more than others..There is a particularily fast and vicious one that always makes me cum within 10 minutes but is hardly pleasurable,in my opinion,with long hard bursts of current at high pulse rates.My keeper quite likes it though! I could move about in the coffin to a certain degree and slammed into the sides so hard in frenzy when I was cumming that I hurt myself! There was also a gentle programme that rarely made me cum and would just go on repeating itself hour after hour...I tried everything to cum...In the dark I made up elaborate stories in my head,I flexed the muscles in my groin,I tried to rub myself against the sides and lid but to no avail...I was being stimmed gently but it was not enough. Another difficulty we had was over the breathing set up which left me very short of breath sometimes. The cause was discovered later . When I was released after 7 days and 6 very restless nights I looked and felt a complete wreck. The one thing that really had worked well was the gumshield and mouthplate gag.it had almost become part of me! Somehow I had survived more out of bloody mindedness than anything else.

Again we had dinner that night and discussed my frustrations with the shortcomings of the coffin.

He decided to have a long hard look at the coffin and see how it might be improved. In the end a completely new box was made over the next 4 months to facilitate longer term bondage with 7 days enclosure and imprisonment being the objective. As it was new from the ground up we could sort out some of the more irritating problems,such as the original coffin being a tad too short for me.There were also difficulties with breathing hoses kinking and blocking the air supply. This box was designed with me in mind and involved making a mould of my body in plaster so that I fit it perfectly. The idea was extremely simple. Why make endless efforts to immobilse me and make me uncomfortable on hard surfaces and jagged angles when we could make a box moulded for me precisely on the inside.Pain was not the objective,we both knew,but complete immobility was!

The interior was to be made of a solid rubber foam overlaid with heavyweight black plastic .The lid was also moulded to fit over me precisely,with an anaesthesia style orinasal mask set into the mould so that when the lid was shut it sealed perfectly against my face. made of silicone rubber. There was an interesting port in the coffin for my dick and balls which was a suction tube and electro contacts.Two nipple suction tubes had been carefully positioned in the foam of the lid and again when the lid shut they were perfectly positioned. we had devised electro contacts around the base of each of the nipple tubes so that current flowed from the left to the right of each nipple. The effect was surprisingly powerful and I had to beg for the current to be turned down at the start.

We had also decided on urine draining through catheterisation. This we had done a few times and it worked well,I was even able to cum when entubed despite a little discomfort,but the thought of entubation was such a turn on,I always got hard when my keeper worked the catheter up me and inflated the bardex bulb,keeping it in position in my bladder.

The anal tube was basically a two way enema. This was designed to flush out what little solid waste that was released through me,and laxatives in my drinking fluid ensured that nothing much solid remained in my gut,though I had started eating liquid food 5 days before the commencement of the coffin endurance trial.there were two tubes into a metallic electrifiable monopole butt plug made of chrome covered steel. One of the tubes was able to squirt water at pressure into me through a hole at the end of the buttplug. This was usually warm and slightly soapy to encourage evacuation. As per normal enema set ups the idea was to keep the water inside for a short period before expelling it. The exit tube was controlled by an electrical valve and was thicker than the inlet. Waste water easily escaped.

It was also neccessary to develop a feeding system...this was by a tube and a nipple that passed through the breathing mask,rather similar to that we had used in the S6 gasmask in the early days except,of course,that it was connected to the gumshield gag to the right of the breathing tube in the centre.we had added a small microphone into the casing ,all the better to hear my grunts and ensure my breathing. Small hidden loudspeakers set into the frame by my ears also made sure that my keeper could ask me questions or talk to me whilst I was inside.

At the end of the recesses for my arms there was a tight hole,rather like the inside of a boxers mitt for my hands. This was reinforced and completely inescapable. When the lid went down pads pushed firther down on the mitts and my hands were quite trapped.

The final improvement was to add an electrostimming exercise function. Muscles that are immobilised can cramp or weaken very fast. It was an easy job to add stimming pads around the mould to ensure that major muscle groups were exercised. 8 seperate circuits were added and could be worked by the computer. All I would feel was my body twitching in various places at various times. This was partially successful but we realised for really permanent bondage there had to be an inch or two of movement permitted and the chance for some resistance exercises within the box.

I can recall the first time I stepped into the new coffin. I had shaved myself from head to foot and was completely naked. We had decided for the first trial run to keep the session for a few hours and test all the equipment bit by bit. The set up was cleverly n require wiring as contolled by a laptop sitting on a table and did not even need wiring contacts to the box. Everything was done by remote wireless. The box contained all the pumps motors and stimming gear within the padding. There were transparent water and feeding tubes snaking away from the box to the next room and black rubber breathing tubes that clicked into ports on the lid. These were connected to a rectangular green metal box on wheels which stood an the side of the room. Inside the box there were 9 cylinders of breathing gas and a portable anaesthesia set up,more of which later.

All I was wearing was a steel cockring. We had decided that for the first run we would eschew wearing rubber or any other gear. Being naked and tightly immobilised between thick foam and plastic mould covers should give me a most interesting fetish experience ..I climbed unassisted onto the box which was sitting on the floor in the centre of the room. I think the room had once been a ground floor dining room but had been changed into a playroom years ago and the walls painted black. I placed my hands on the side of the box and slowly lowered myself down into the body moulding. it was an odd feeling sliding down into a cool slippery plastic hole that was exactly the shape of my body. The hard part was to guide the steel buttplugg into my asshole. It had been greased up with conductive lube so slid in without too much of a struggle.It was flexibly stuck in the rubber foam frame and as I located my body carefully into the mould it bent round to fit comfortably.I slid my arms along their recesses and placed my hands in the moulded mitts.... My keeper then attached a wire from the frame into my cockring. It felt odd lowering my shaved head into the plastic covered depression that fit so perfectly,even my ears were comfotable. This was a cool feeling and my dick stiffened thinking of the complete enclosure that was about to be experienced.

My keeper started to lift the coffin lid,which was on a hinge. The foam interior was designed to fit over me perfectly so I was like the filling in a sandwich! The centre of the pumping cylinder had another small tube that connected to my catheter, This emerged through the top of the pumping cylinder and another transparent plastic tube ran into the black plastic of the lid...All a little fiddly but managed in a minute or so by my keeper holding up the lid with his shoulder as he fiddled with the connection. My dick and balls were then positioned into the suction tube and already a continual irrestistable sucking feeling had started making a slight sealing noise as my cock and balls were vacuumed into the solid plastic cock and ball tube with a rubberised base .The lid was closed further and the orinasal mask fell over my face and immediately I strted breathing cool oxygen through the facemask.I loved the feel of the cool silicone over my face.....there was a ring of inflated rubber over my nose and around my cheeks and under my chin. It felt really great but I could not move my head at all after the lid was closed and a tight pad came down over my eyes and forehead. Experimentally I tried to move...there was really no movement possible.The lid had sealed me in completely into the tight warm darkness. I stretched my legs but was unable to do much more than push them into the foam. My hands were quite trapped and my arms just moved a centimetre into the foam when I tried to stretch. So I was trapped in there....

I heard the screws in the top of the box being tightened one by one. There were 12 wingnuts but they could be released very fast if there was an emergency requiring fast release. I lay there on my back in the darkness,resting and relaxing but I was so excited my heart was beating like cray and I was almost panting with excitement, the cool tingly oxygen flowed in and out of my lungs, Breathing was regulated to some extent,both by the gas regulator and the quite restrictive interior of the coffin above me. When I breathed in hard I could feel the tightness inside the box quite palpably

A slight crackle over the loudspeakers and my keeper addressed me by name,which was unusual. I could hear the enthusiasm in his voice as he explained what the testing would involve. We were to be going through a piece by piece run of the equipment and my reactions would be solicited.Not that I could reply much more than yes or no with the gumshield gag in place,but we had a debriefing session later.

Breathing,feeding nozzle function,nip suction,nip stimming,urinal function,genital suction,genital stimming contacts,exercise stimming,enema .....these were all run and tested. I had to lie there and grunt my response to queries as to function....An hour passed and I seemed to be getting quite tired and exhausted.I was also quite sweaty.The enema had been a bit of a trial and made me feel a little nauseous..I admit i had also been struggling to see if any movement or release was possible but it was not... I was well and truly immobilised iside my tight mould in a steel box inside a suburban dining room.

Then I knew what was to happen next. I know the 'Milker' stimming programme off by heart by now and immediately get very hard within the first 30 seconds,rather like a Pavlovian effect.My breathing gas was changed very slightly to a light nitrous mix.perhaps 30/70 NO2/oxygen...just enough for the barest whiff of the sweet smell of the gas and to make me slightly light headed....thre was no resistance possible so I went with the flow and just lay there enjoying it. The light suck suck suck of the pumping tube became somewhat more intense and seemed to be linked to the stimming programme. My asshole was throbbing as the current passed through my prostate and sphincter across to the cockring contact....My nipples were also being sucked in synch and the gentle stimming there made me feel so desperate to cum...I knew the Milker programme is not designed for fast cumming and I alsmost screamed inwardly knowing I had to put up with this for an hour before the real juice came,[in both senses].

I struggled against the complete and remorseless tightness of my prison...I had only been in there for what,an hour or so,so far and I was bathed in sweat and gasping for breath...my mind went into overtime fantasizing about imprisonment and immobility,being trapped forever by a mad doctor in a white rubber apron...I drifted and flexed against the interior...I groaned and moaned a lament to myself knowing there was simply no escape. My keeper was out there listening to my reactions,enjoying hearing me suffer in there, getting hard,maybe stroking himself off against the coffin as he imagined how I felt completely under his power...


The torment went on...time seemed to turn in on itself...it just seemed to go on forever,but I knew that the programme would be coming to a climax within a short time and I savoured the feelings of the almost genteel stimming that was a kind of prelude to something far far more powerful..so I just lay there like a baby,lapping up the sensations and letting myself be looked after...drifting off on a wave of fantasy,and sensation..Suddenly I felt something very odd,the stimming just stopped in its tracks...warm water began to squirt up my asshole...what the fuck? an enema?....I began to feel quite full and a little uncomfortable...then suddenly the stimming came back on from where it had been previously in the programme...Oh FUCK my whole asshole was tingling,my whole gut seemed to be electrified...a salt water enema with electro! The 'Milker' had ten more minutes to go,building up slowly then beginning to really let me have it...The sensations inside my guts were like nothing I had ever felt before..almost feeling like waves of force were thrusting up me,almost like being fucked...I tried to clench my sphincter to grab the steel buttplug but suddenly I was spasming and twitching and yelling as loud as I could through the gag...hell! I think I was even crying with joy...Above me my keeper was also cumming as he got his dick out and wanked over the box,christening it.. and with the room filled with my cries fed through loudpeakers into the room he shook out the last drops of his cum over the lid of his new toy.I guess that is what he did...I clearly remember seeing his cum running down the open lid later!


Afterwards all was quiet again...I waited patiently,knowing we had agreed this was to be a short session...My release would be when my Keeper willed it. I was powerless,completely at his mercy,trapped in a box. He could kill me in a few minutes merely by turning off my breathing mixture...there would be nothing I could do except struggle and choke to death. but he wouldn't do that would he? he cares for me....He has cared for me for years now deep in my underground prison.This is my universe now and he is the creator of everything I am and my reason to live.

Suddenly I heard screws being untightened and after a minute the lid was lifted up making my eyes screw up as the light from the evening sun flooded through the window. My dick slid out of the vacuum tube with a popping sound and the catheter tube was detached from the pumping cylinder.I looked up at the unusually smiling face..."It all worked beautifully" he said,genuinely pleased with his new kit and me. With help I clamboured put of the box and with wobbly legs stood up ,was handed a towel and wandered off to the shower.

The next phase was to try the whole set up for a longer period.I felt sure that I could easily manage a week inside the new box,subject to the exercise system working. The following weekend I spent 60 hours inside and I knew I was ready for something rather more permanent.

In the next part I shall describe the early longer sessions and how I quit my normal life completely and found a way to spend the rest of my life in permanent bondage controlled by my keeper.