The Smell of Leather Part 1

Author: Cherubbsub
Title: The Smell of Leather
Date: 20 December 2015

There’s a humming sound in the distance, I’m aware of a stiffness, and an ache but I can’t place what’s going on.

I’m confused, I was having a really pervy dream just then and what the hell is going on now?

I know this feeling, my jaw aching from being gagged for a long time, I can’t push it out of my mouth, definitely wedged in there tight. That dizzy feeling is familiar too, the buzzing sound like I’ve just surfaced after swimming, a clarity to outside noises coming into my sound-field.

I’m reveling in the pleasure of knowing I’m bound somehow, I do love this feeling, but I can’t think how I got here, I’ve always wanted to wake up fully geared up and bound somehow, but all I know is it’s tight, covering every inch of my body and I can’t move, well a few millimetres here and there, but secured in the way that makes trying futile.

I test the rubber gag in my mouth, biting down to feel its resilience, holding back my groan I just whimper and my voice echoes in what I can sense is a small room or maybe a box, a coffin??

I am not so sure I’m happy about this now, feeling claustrophobia shrink in on me, but I know the bindings won’t release me. I remember the tight feeling is a comfort to me and nothing can harm me whilst I’m secure in my bondage heaven.

If it is a heaven, how DID I get here, and who did it to me?

Are there any tell tales signs of the things I like that mates have done to me in the past to give me a clue of how this has happened? No, I can’t be sure...

Deep breath, James, calm down, you’re here for however long you need to be, there’s nothing you can do about it, so just relax and let yourself go, something will happen eventually.

Hours pass while the cabinet sits alone in the cold white room, the single metal cabinet that stands there against the wall like it was randomly picked from a line-up of lockers and told it was to be held in solitary confinement. In reality this is the fate of the victim within.

‘Zzzzzzzz’ There’s that buzzing again, I’m certain that wasn’t there before, deep breath again, my lips tell me I’m wearing rubber on my head but I can smell leather, god that aroma is gorgeous! I have no idea how long I’ve been here talking to myself in my head, but that smell hasn’t gotten any less pleasant, I’ll try and shuffle a bit, my right foot is a bit numb. Damn I can’t move it either, feels like my foot is clamped to the floor somehow.

I’ve tried all the bonds I think are here, I can’t tell how I’m restrained but it’s very comfortable, my mind is saying I’m upright but every now and then I feel a little wobble, like being a little lightheaded, and I need to steady myself, maybe I drifted off to sleep thinking of where I am. Am I asleep? I can’t tell, there are only this buzzing sound and the smell, plus the restraint holding me in place, telling me I’m here, alive and conscious.

‘Zzzzzz’ There is it again, I’m definitely awake, who needs outside sources of stimulation to tell them they’re awake, NOT ME! I’m stronger than that, I can do this!! Whatever...‘this’...is...

I can feel the seams in the hood running down the middle of my head, I know it’s tight and, even through the rubber hood I’m certain I’m wearing underneath, I can picture the smooth outline in my head and how it’s stitched together embracing my skull in it’s tight black skin.

Gloves I can feel enclosing my hands feel slick against a second covering, I’m guessing again rubber under leather, but I can’t move my fingers except within the fist I’m forced to retain inside what I can only guess are mitts.

As for the rest of my gear, my only other real discovery is that I’m wearing rubber toe-socks. The numb feeling I had came to light as the sweat started to slush around my feet and I could make that distinction between not feeling my other toes and realising they are in fact covered with latex.

I feel no breeze but the air I’m inhaling seems to be fresh enough, someone has gone to a lot of trouble for me.

Just as the captured body inside the cabinet is feeling comfortable with his surroundings after a period of what is now 8 hours, 4 of which he has been conscious, the decision to show him how he got there is taken.

‘zzzzing!’ OW OW OWWW bright light! Oh fuck that’s bright, DAMN!! All I see is light and I can’t turn my head away from it, shutting my eyelids is one of the few things I can control, and that isn’t helping!

My vision is blurred and I can’t really work out where this light is coming from. It seems to be everywhere, but I’m hearing something too, the sound of someone tapping on a keyboard?

I can start focussing now, eyes adjusting to the light, I slowly I realise there is a screen projected right in front of my eyes, I’ve experienced these before of course, the goggles! TV goggles! Awesome bit of kit that makes it looks like a 60” high definition TV projected onto a wall but inside goggles that are only a few grammes and small enough to wear for a few hours, cool, what am I gonna be shown?