The failed challenge and its heavy consequences

Author: eckie
Title: The failed challenge and its heavy consequences
Date: 01 March 2012

I always claimed to be able to get out of most rope bondage, if it was not locked and tight, the chances are that I find a way to get free by myself. I kept bragging about that a lot in the past, and one day while we met again for a weekend together my friends came up with a deal. They would tie me up in a rope hogtie for a duration of three hours, should I manage to get free I could get my revenge on one of them, free pick who would be at my beck and call then for that weekend. however if I failed to get free, every three hours they would add more rope, more restraints, more ways to immobilize me, using then not just rope, but cling film, tape, chains or whatever other means they come up with to make me even more helpless as I am at the beginning, every three hours they add and give me three hours to continue my attempts to get out (which will be even more futile anyway if I did not manage to get out within the first three hours). Being certain about myself I agreed without hesitation to that.

One of them mentioned to begin that they do not count on me being out any time soon, so preparations would be made for that possibility and for what would come after I failed the various times of trying, I was to strip my clothes first. It should not be all fun for me he said, at the same time holding up one of his steel chastity belts, he was a big fan of those and had various models in his possession, and he knew this particular model would fit me for the duration, also he knew how I actually hated not to be able to get my rocks off whilst struggling in bondage. Within seconds my semi hard dick disappeared in the well lubed rubber cover insert of that particular belt and just seconds later the click of the locking mechanism made clear that it would not be coming off until the end of the challenge. It was one of those latowski belts, shaped like some briefs made out of steel, covering front and back almost completely, normally this belt is too bulky to be worn on regular base, but for playtimes it certainly made sure that its presence is felt and the futile situation one is in when being locked into it. I tested its fit immediately, not moving up or down, keeping my dick in its prison safely and unreachable, ensuring some frustration coming up soon enough. the belt had a locking plate on its back to keep a plug inside also, my friend held just that plug in his hands in front of me, with an evil grin telling me that he is fully aware of how much I dislike that one inserted also, but in order to make this challenge a real ordeal to me, that will go in as well, no discussion. I thought about arguing with him, but then again I was certain to be out soon enough, so an hour or two I will be able to cope anyway, so I worked with him, relaxed accordingly and had him insert the medium sized well lubed plug into my butt. It did as any time earlier it was tried on not feel comfy, not feel good, not feel horny, but once I heard the click of the lock on that back plate it was certain that for the duration I would just have to cope now.

In the meantime another buddy already got two nappies and telling me that I would in the coming many many hours eventually have to pee, they have to add those to ensure not to create q mess here in this friends home floor, whilst I was left to struggle. Makes sense I added and let him put both of them on me, two in order to make sure that even if I piss more than once, it will not leak out then. They both then came with some more equipment to add, which they fetched from the guys basement playroom.

Telling me that he knows I enjoy it a lot he brought his heavy dry suit and both helped me to get in immediately. It was fitting well, not too tight, not too loose, and with its attached gloves, feet and open face hood it sealed me in rubber almost head to toe then already immediately. I indeed loved that suit a lot, and would my dick not have been encased and locked, I might have enjoyed it more, but right now it caused more of a bit frustration, not being able to get hard or rub my dick in its attempt to get hard. Additionally of course in case the nappies would not be sufficient, nothing could now leak out anymore either, airtight sealed into that suit now.

The next item was one of my favorites; he really knew what would make my dick frustrated. A very special heavy thick rubber helmet he had made a long time ago. Telling me that of course he would not want to have to listen to me begging for release, he would want me securely silenced and blinded also, hence this hood would do the perfect job. I told him that I will not give him that pleasure of begging, he would be surprised how well I will manage my own release, he just laughed to that and started putting that helmet on my head. It was almost 1 cm thick rubber, two half’s that will at the end be buckled shut together. The only openings it had were the ends of some tubes that were part of the helmets’ inside. Two tubes entering the nostrils to keep the airflow going. No holes at the eyes and a special mouthpiece embedded too. made of rubber, filling the inside of your mouth completely, molding around your lips on inside and outside, even having a molded part to put your tongue inside, so entirely covering the inside of the mouth and keeping your tongue locked also, not having any opening added to the fact that once it is on your face and in your mouth, you will no longer be able to make much noise at all. He had enough practice with that hood that it was no issue at all to align the tubes into my nostrils and place the mouth part correctly into my mouth, aligning the front part of that helmet then correctly to my face, already sealing nicely to the rubbered open face hood of the dry suit, then adding the back part of the helmet and in no time having the several buckles closed and keeping that helmet now irremovable on my head, sealing that one in now also, keeping me blind, my hearing severely numbed and of course not being able to argue now in any form either anymore, my only connection to the outside being the two tubes up my nose, safely kept in place by that hood now.

Speaking louder I could hear him say now that it is time to get me roped up proper and have the three hours start. To begin with my hands were brought on my back and tied tightly with generous amount of rope, I know he is an expert with rope, so it did not take much time to get this done well, not cutting off the blood yet being tight enough to hold those hands where they are supposed to be. Still I knew that I had managed not just once to get out of such before, so was not at all worried. What I felt next was rope added to my upper arms, between shoulder and elbow he applied several loops rope around my arms and then tightened them, tightened them more, and even tightened more after that, I ended up with my elbows almost touching themself, pushing my chest out, generating some strange posture of my upper body now. The ropes covered around wrists and as well around the upper arms each about two inches wide space, so he sure did not spare on it. Now he followed with again generous amounts rope looped around my waist and the tied wrists, ending it up with looping the rope between my body and the wrists then, tightening it all to a level that was 'just' ok, definitely tight enough not to move up or down or in any direction for that sake and additionally tying my already roped wrists in place, held by that created loop on to the back of my body now. Another generous amount of rope then went around my upper body, including the upper arms and tightening those on to my body also, again at least a width of two inches was laid in ropes before the then looped the ends of the rope between my arms and body over the ropes, tightening them on to my body and tightening the arms held in place as well.

My legs were pressed together now and other lengths of rope went just above my knees before being tightened with looping and knotting the ends around those between my legs. The same procedure happened just below my knees and around my ankles. He then looped a length of rope on to the front of the ropes around my waist and had the ends just dangle to the floor. The two then helped me to lie down on the floor, on my belly, before continuing. My legs were bent then and held tight on to my butt, my heels actually touching my buttocks. Lengths of rope now looped around my thighs and ankles, tightening the legs in place already before the ends again looped around this rope right between my thighs and ankles, tightening the legs even more in place now The loose ends he had connected to the front before were now looped between my tied legs, just below my ass crack, pulled up, pulled over the ropes around my ankles forward then and looped between my wrists backwards, not without looping it through the ropes around my body there and then pulling the ends, pulling them causing it to tighten my ankles towards my butt, tightening the wrists towards the body too and when he was satisfied with how tight it was, he continued looping that rope around the wrists towards my upper body then, looping it through the ropes that have been tight around the upper body, pulling again tight on it, pressing my wrists tighter to my body even more, before knotting the ends there, out of my hands reach.

Now he took a thin rope and folded my hands together, finger over finger, starting to use that thin rope to tie each matching pair of fingers together nicely, just at their root and also in the rough middle of the fingers length, then pulling the end of that thin rope after knotting it proper between my legs down and looping it again through that rope around my waist at my front, pulling it back towards the hands then and pulling until the hands were kept tight in my crack, looping it around the wrists and knotting it, still lots lengths left however. he then made sure my feet are positioned one to the left and one to the right of those tied hands now before using the rest of that thin rope to first tie those feet together in their middle and then using that rope further to tie my two big toes together also. The ends of that rope then was looped through the rope around my ankles and pulled tight, successfully pulling my feet and toes towards that part.

When he was finished he stepped back and checked it out, with a louder voice so that I could understand it telling me then that as he sees it I can hardly move my arms, hands, feet or legs and none of the knots is anywhere near the reach of my anyway tied fingers either. I tried grunting into the mouth filling rubber part of the helmet, not succeeding in making any noise that would be considered much noticeable, tried wriggling myself around, again without much success, and I heard both of them laugh, again saying that my three hours would start now and I should enjoy the begin of a helpless weekend. then silence around me, they might be still there watching, they might leave to another room, I would not realize, in the dark, dampened hearing, silenced and as it seems rather helpless. I started trying the ties, trying to find any part that might give at least a little, a little being enough to build on and get even only one small part that has been restrained more free, more ability to move.

I must have struggled on the floor at least half an hour already, the feel of the tightness making me horny, the chastity however preventing any pleasure in that fact, feeling the unwanted plug with every move, but even more feeling that nothing at all was giving in, not even a little. The more I struggle, the hotter it got inside the dry suit also, breathing through only those inside tubes did not make things easier either. I kept struggling, kept attempting to make noises yet not giving out more than rather silent grunts into that helmet; however I thought to myself that I would not be defeated so easily. in my struggles I turned my body to the left, to the right, always ending back ion my belly after short time, attempted the weirdest combination of movements on various parts of my body, just to get anything a bit loose, loose enough to build on that then for my escape. Inside the dry suit and helmet of course I got sweaty, the exhaustion from the constant struggle adding to it, in between trying short breaks where I lie still, thinking about where to start, where to attempt next, how to attempt, just to continue my struggle on and on then again.

I cannot tell time, how much passed, how long before my set time was gone, I just kept going, and unfortunately realized on each attempts how futile those are. Endless fighting against ropes and not one single change was felt, everything still in place, tight as at the beginning, in their exact positions as he had roped them to.

I then got surprised by a sudden touch of my head, he held it firm in place while speaking up, loud enough again for me to understand him clear. I stopped struggling then of course and heard him say that my three hours already passed. was it that long already I thought to myself, trying to voice that question, of course unable to do so, hearing him laugh at my attempt, adding that they had enjoyed my struggles and even more the fact that I had to do all of it in silence, not disturbing them during their games that they had played in the last three hours. he then added that it was time for the addition of restraints, originally he had in mind of adding more rope, but having seen how effectively everything was kept in place already, there was no real need on that, instead they would move immediately to cling film and tape. I again attempted to struggle, futile as before, hearing some laughter of the two was all that happened.

They pulled me up on to my knees, one holding me in upright position now, still as helpless as I was from the start and then I could feel the cling film starting to be wrapped around my roped body. starting at the bottom working his way up, using the good one, the stretch cling film, the one they use in professional packing, pulling it before winding it around my body, so that it would tighten up once it is applied, round after round, only slow working up towards my shoulders, so actually creating a thick multilayer of cling film on top of all the rope. He of course did not forget the head either, wrapping the film around the head, making sure also neck and shoulders are proper covered, leaving just the holes of those two breathing tubes free. once it was all done, I was brought back on to my front and they covered that missing part around my knees also proper in those cling film layers, after just ten minutes I was one multilayered clingfilmed cocoon now. But they were not finished. I was bought back on to my knees and kept held upright again and I could even hear the duct tape, that noise when it is unwound and then of course feeling it even through those layers being applied on to my body on top of the cling film, round by round, slowly again working his way up, all the way to the shoulders, the neck, the head. head, neck and shoulders took a while longer to apply it proper fitting, but at the end there was one silver package held on its knees, underneath still tightly kept immobile in its ropes, I was then brought back to my belly and the left parts around the knees was added, ending up now completely sealed again, only the holes of the breathing tubes still free.

Did I have at least some minimal movement on parts of my body prior to this, yet still of course not succeeding in getting free, now after this treatment everything was so tightly held in place that I could not even move my head to the left or right much anymore. The layers around my head also made hearing even less possible, when I lay still now I could just hear my heart beating and my breath through the tubes, other than that I was isolated from the world. I could then make out some laughter, they had fun obviously and I even heard one of them then speak - almost shout to make me understand - that the next three hours would start now. futile grunting into the mouthpiece, they probably did not even hear that, trying to tell that now there is almost certain no more way to get out, but they would not know me attempting to say that, as my buddy at the begin mentioned, begging for release was indeed not an option at all. Of course it just got a lot warner inside the dry suit also, and even the complete useless struggle attempts I made now just raised the amount of sweating.

From the outside I am sure there would only slight movement attempts be seen, yet in fact I hardly could move at all, so my struggles were almost unnoticeable, though constantly ongoing. The times I had to rest and breathe slow in between were longer and longer, too much exhausting it was now to even attempt struggles. Of course I still had no idea about time, how long passed, what they did out there, if they even were watching or not. I could still not accept my failing and kept going; realizing already that it may, or actually IS in vain, yet not giving up.

However exhausting causes more rest needed, and in time I struggled less and less, more and more time just lying there, helpless, frustrated, waiting for what was to come. They definitely realized my surrender, merely by noticing that I no longer even attempt anything. At the end I gave in to it and just was keeping still there on the floor, awaiting my release when time passed.

At some point later then again getting surprised by those hands on my head, barely understanding, but he shouted loud enough telling me that the next three hours passed yet I still am not free, so the next stage was awaiting me. I attempted to let him know I gave up, surrendered completely, they could stop the challenge as it was certain I would never succeed now, but I doubt those silent grunts into the helmet were actually noticed much by either of them.

I could hear then however how he shouted that the final stage of my weekend keep is due; since it is clear I would not succeed. so they DID realize it, yet still not stop... well we did say that they would add and add, we did not actually talk about the surrender at all, I only now realized that this was not part of our talking before the challenge started. What would that mean then, the final stage, and how long would it last, but then I heard him shout towards me already that the box would be my final stage now. I knew the box, we played with it in the past, and I knew it was not something he does for just a short while. I attempted to struggle, attempted to let him know I wanted it to end, nut there was no chance, I am sure they did not even notice those attempts very much and just thought I had given into that faith they decided.

I was lifted up then. I knew the box was about 2 by 2 foot in its base, and just the height that in my current posture, my head would just be above the top of it when they would lower me into that box. Its top lid had a hole in the right place, fixing the neck then and basically letting just the head stick out then. In the past we already did and now of course he did again prepare it the same way. A little layer of sand was in the boxes bottom, when I was lowered into it and finally my knees touched the bottom I could feel it a bit softer there, so I knew he did the same as usual, and that means I knew what was to come...

Around my body was only little space towards the boxes wall, I was kept centered in it by one of them, the other then started pouring sand into the box... slowly filling it more and more, encasing my body in its place there, and when they had filled it all the way to the top, I could not move either direction anymore, kept in the box on my knees with just the head being visible. The two half’s of the lid then were added in place, sealing around my neck, pressing down the little overhead on sand and the noise of the electric screwdriver was heard by me. I knew it from the past plays, eights screws held the lid tight in its place, no way to get off without that screwdriver then. I heard one of them then shout towards me that they wanted to make that new statue a bit more like a real face statue, adding one of those real face masks on top of that helmet now, tucking its neck into the tight opening around my neck, adding a pair of sunglasses to cover the eyes that still showed the silver of the taped head, making of course sure that the ends of the breathing tubes were proper aligned into the masks nose holes also. Then the box was moved, shoved into one of the living rooms corners. I know the box was black rubber covered, so right now there was a socket in that corner with a human face statue looking out on the top, silent, immobile, helpless.

Then I heard one of them shout to me again, saying it was after 2am already so time for them to get some sleep. Also telling me that as punishment for my big mouth of escaping everything all the time, the failing of that will result in me being kept here for the rest of the weekend. I would not the first time have to spend a weekend without food, as we had done that in the past some times already, so I would have to remain in here until Sunday noon at least. Then they would decide about my faith. For tomorrow they would plan a surprise play party with friends, so would be busy all day preparing it anyway and busy all night having fun with everyone coming to the party. I however would just be kept here, unnoticed, not even telling anyone that I was inside trapped, when asked they would just tell that I did not have time to come to the party. And after a tap on my covered head it turned silent.

Of course there was a slight attempt to struggle now that I heard this, attempt to complain also, both of which failed naturally, inside the ropes, the cling film, the tape and now also kept immobilized by the sand tight around me, not one millimeter movement possible, and those grunts under the helmet into that mouthpiece, ii doubt I could get it notices if there was even just slight background noise in the room, like there would be during the party.

I do not know how long I kept thinking about the situation, feeling the plug more and more disturbing, howe3ver no longer being actually horny, so at least not having trouble with the chastity, though I still would have loved to feel a stroke on it on some moments during this ordeal. But immobile and helpless, I definitely dozed away a few times, from tiredness, from exhaustion, from frustration, I do not know...

I did not hear much at all in the coming endless times of being trapped here, was it day already, still night? Were they here in the room or not? Was the party already started? I had no idea until I heard some music playing - either daytime and they just listened to it, or party time and music running... I did also feel once or twice some taps on my head, was it one of the two, was it one of the others being here for the party? again I could not tell, time just stood still, not knowing what, when, where, how, frustration being enormous, the body also aching here and there, yet still no change to me felt or even knowing if or when it was time as they said.

I was in my own world and had given up on everything already a long time ago, knowing that I would have no other choice but to wait until something happens form the outside, whenever that would be, when all over sudden I got more or less shocked back into reality when I felt that they started taking off the real face mask and started also to remove the tape on my head. I still could not move a millimeter, I was still in the box, still kept immobile in place, but piece by piece the tape was removed from the head, then the cling film removed and all of it cut off at the neck and lastly I felt the helmet being unbuckled too.

When the front piece finally was removed and a fresh air breeze touched my face I was relieved, trying to speak immediately, but first having to adapt again to the free moving of jaws and tongue, finally being able to speak out, telling the two standing in front of me with an enormous evil grin on their faces that they are bastards and that they should get me the fuck out of here, just to be replied with laughter from both.

I told them I am serious and want out, everything hurts, I am hungry, the plug kills me and so on, swearing at them, yet still doing it with some sort of smile on my face, of course I was not really angry, but upset that I failed was more like it.

My buddy then said I won’t get off so easily, I had nagged ever since we know each other about being this great escapist, and now he showed me how pathetically I failed and had to suffer the consequences. I agree that it certainly was suffering, but also agreed that I had it coming someday for sure. He continued that he will make a deal with me, if I wanted to get released I better accepted it, else he would not be certain when he would actually let me out of that box, as it seems I could certainly spend longer inside it if he would feed me accordingly. I told him anything he wants, just getting me out, as I definitely had enough of it and wanted to stretch my aching body as soon as possible. He continued that since I was unable to sign an agreement, we would tape it on video, but if I agreed to it, they would immediately release me, if not I would be kept until I agreed, so no matter what, I would not really be given a choice.

I again told him that whatever he wants, I will agree just to get out here now. The other buddy had already in the meantime set up the video cam on a tripod, facing me, my buddy standing next to the box facing me too, so we were both on screen then.

My buddy then started once the cam was switched on. since I failed so extremely in the agreed challenge this weekend, we both agree that I would have to get trained more in it on regular basis, we both voluntary for that purpose enter now and here this agreement, binding no matter what, enforced later by signature on paper also, but already binding from the moment of stating this agreement on film. for the coming 7 days I would stay in his place, and every day after work, I would be put into severe bondage at arrival and have to stay like that until the next morning, released early enough to prepare and go to work again, throughout the following weekend where I do not work I would be subjected to various severe bondage positions throughout the entire weekend. If at any time I manage to get free by myself, I am released for that particular day or evening and am free to leave. However I would have to still return the following evening for the next treatment. If throughout that week I manage to get free three times in total, the ordeal and trainings are over and I am free to do as I wish after that week is over. If I however fail to get out three times during that week, another week will be added under the same conditions. Other than family or work emergencies, both of which need to be proven, there is no exception to my showing up for each days training. to enforce it, I voluntarily agree to be kept in the chastity belt and plugged at all times outside of his home, I voluntarily sign over control to my money, house, keys, passport etc. to him for the duration of this ordeal. As long as I fail, those conditions remain in place, once I succeed in the three times escape, I will be returned to independence. Should I at any day of this training ordeal not show up without proper reasons, I voluntarily agree to have the keys to the chastity and plug lock destroyed, so I would have to go through an embarrassing procedure to get those removed, additionally the signed over control to my possessions will become permanent.

He then ends with the question directed to me if I agree to these terms of my upcoming training. I knew I had no choice, wanting out here and now meant to agree, believable on video. Else as he said I might be kept here in discomfort even longer and at the end still have to agree to it anyway. So I replied to his question towards the cam that I voluntarily and in full healthy state of my mind would agree to these training terms with all consequences implied in those. My other buddy then came from behind the cam into the picture and added that he is witness to this agreement and that from this moment onward it is in place and active. Then he returned to the cam and switched it off. While he left with the cam then in order to lock it away and secure, my buddy started unscrewing the lid of that box. with the other one back they started slowly removing some of the sand into some buckets, until there was enough removed to be able to pull me out of that box and get me down on the floor, still almost impossible to move, though any moving now would have caused pain anyway from the stiffness I was in.

Cutting off the tape and cling film followed and then slowly undoing piece of rope after piece of rope. The more was removed, the more I would move, yet still moving slow, getting my limbs used to movement again. Finally I stood there with only the hands still tied behind my back, still in the dry suit of course. while stretching and moving my legs already one of them came in front of me, a neck-wrist-ankle chain combo in his hands, starting immediately with attaching the collar around my neck, I asked what that means, but my buddy just said that our agreement was effective already, as taped just before, so he owns me for the coming week and will make sure to be kept in restraints proper naturally during that. I had not thought about it starting right away, but he in fact was right, it was stated in our - more or less voluntary - agreement that it was effective immediately.

Once the ankles were in their matching shackles of that combo, he removed the rope on my wrists, telling me to stretch my arms a bit before they get shackled too again. my shoulders still aching from the longtime of being in this position with tied hands on the back welcomed, under some pain of course, the ability to move around, and I used that option naturally now, just to have my hands then after some minutes placed into the shackles of the combo, luckily in front of my body, more natural for the arms and less painful on the longer run. my buddy then said that it started already, so any time after being placed in restraints I could attempt to escape, three times in one week is my goal, else I would know that he'd own me another week and another and another and so on. without keys those shackles however were secure, no way to get out, so not even attempting it now, but I thought that what I had agreed to could indeed last a long time, if I did never manage the three times in one week escaping, but I damn certain will give my best try every day I thought, he'd best not be sloppy at all in his restraining me, else I will be out in no time of this agreement. then I thought why would this be a one way agreement, so I asked him if he'd be so confident to actually add something to that agreement voluntarily also, a simple clause, in case I managed those three times in one week, that agreement would be reversed, he'd become bound to undergo that same sort training for at least two weeks under my control, if I managed to escape three times. He laughed and said anytime, we will add that to the written contract then later, as I have no fear of it, on the contrary it will encourage me to make sure it will not happen.

We both laughed on that, both probably having similar thoughts about getting the other - time will tell I thought to myself then. he then said that it is time for me to get some food and drinks, as I definitely am starved for sure, I could do what I wanted in the meantime, laughing, so did I, as in the dry suit and chain combo there was not much at all, so I sat down on the couch, now again feeling that plug that still was locked in place. I asked about its removal, but he again laughed, no way, it is part of the deal, so get used to it. Before securing you for the night you will get the option to have it out and use the bathroom, again then in the morning before you go to work, but else it will remain in, deal is deal, no discussion. once again I thought that I had not put together the extent of the deal we made before, but he was right, now however even more wanting to succeed in the escape, knowing I’d make his two weeks under my control then the same kind of hell, I already knew things he disliked like I disliked that plug, wait for my revenge I thought to myself now...

During food and drink, plenty of it for me, we talked about my weekend, how I felt, how desperate I got, also how much fun they had on their party, which I told them I definitely disliked, knowing the fun on his parties usually, and me not even being noticed at all during that this time, and continued chatting along then until the other buddy said he will have to leave home, when my buddy said it is time for my night rest. he asked if I have to take a dump, needed the plug removed, but better be honest as if I did not have to and he'd remove it for nothing, I would certainly suffer for that. I did actually not yet have to but needed to piss, so told him, he just grinned telling me that the nappies are in place for just that, so I should not bother asking, but instead just use those. I grunted a bit but did again know that I had little choice, so just accepted it. He then told me that I had talked enough for the day and it was time to get shut up again, for today he would just reuse the hood that I had gotten to love over the weekend so much. I told him that I would rather not have it on so soon again, but he just added that I should see now why it was so important to make sure I cannot beg ... he laughed and I grunted but indeed he was in charge for now and he was right.

I would not want to know how smelly I would be the next morning, being since Friday in sweat inside the dry suit, but then again nothing a shower will not wash away, for mow he did not make any attempts to change the base outfit he had put me in Friday evening. It took him just minutes to get that helmet buckled on to me head again and I was doomed to darkness, numb hearing and no speech again. He lead me - better said shoved me in front of him, knowing his home I knew we went downstairs into his playroom. Small steps only as I was kept by those shackles on my feet, blind and helpless having to trust his lead completely. He was leading me to lie down then, and I knew it was his restraint board, several times in the past I had been on there, so was he. once laying there he positioned my shackled legs, the arms as far as possible and my head into position and within a minute all the straps attached to it were quick buckled in their places, effectively making it impossible for me to get up and reach anything, as the buckled up arms also kept my hands in place in their shackles in front of my belly now. A tap on the helmet then before I heard his wishing me a good night. I had not even checked the time earlier so could not tell that, but I knew he would not let me off until next morning, giving me time to shower and get ready for work.

Even though I spent the weekend almost all time immobile and had not done much at all, I was still exhausted, and compared to the previous immobile treatment; this here was actually comfortable, with the exception of the still hated plug locked in there. I could even feel my dick come to live again, well attempting to, but that just added some frustration again. I also felt the urge to piss strong now, having no choice I then just let it run, caught by the nappies. Feeling the warm piss inside them now, yet simply having to accept that also at this time. I was hoping to succeed during this week, getting out of that chastity and even more having the option to pay him back, starting to think of ways I would keep him then and exhausted as I was I dozed away in the middle of that.

I got woken up by feeling the straps holding me down being removed and found myself standing shortly after. He then removed the shackle combo and the helmet before helping me out of the dry suit also. It was a great relief to feel air on my skin, but also a smell that we both actually laughed about, mentioning that I should certainly not show like that at work, I’d be fired in an instant. He told me it was 7am, leaving me two hours to get to work, so I better get sorted. Telling me to bend over he unlocked the back of the chastity and slowly pulled out the plug, hurtful yet a pleasure to finally have it out after so long time. then telling me to clean up the suit and myself, using the bathroom, as for the day I would have little possibility to that and getting some breakfast which he had ready already, then it was time to get the plug locked in again and get dressed for work.

I enjoyed the shower as much as I did the dump I had as much as I did sitting naked - well with exception of the chastity still being on - at the table for breakfast, one cherishes those more if he did not have those for a while. When time came he told me to get up and have the plug in again, I first hesitated but he reminded me of our agreement. And the hesitation alone will cause consequences right now too, so I will not hesitate again whenever he tells me to do something. Getting the plug in was not too difficult, yet not at all comfortable again; I definitely hated it in my butt but followed our agreement. Once the lock was in place again and would keep it there during my time at work he told me that my clothes I had on Friday would cause issues however. first of all my jeans were too tight to fit well on top of that belt, leaving a huge visible bulk then which I guess would not be so good to have seen at work, I agreed to that and asked what he wanted instead then. He then said a little style change cannot harm and would not be a problem, also then allowing the punishment for my hesitation before.

He disappeared briefly and came then back with a bunch of clothing of his, throwing them on to the couch and then coming to me with a diaper and a lockable rubber short in his hands. for hesitating before you will wear this every day to work for as long as I own your sorry ass he laughed, immediately putting on that nappy over the chastity, patting the padded ass after having finished and then using the rubber diaper shorts and putting it on top of it, pressing it a little tighter, having a lockable waist belt and lockable suspenders on it, a model I have not seen before, he agreed that only recently he purchased it, as he found it horny to be able to lock a diaper on to someone also. The suspenders buckle also together in the front and back around the height of the shoulder blades, so when locked it is impossible to take it off and hence keeping the nappy where it is for the duration also. with the locks clicked in place and satisfied with his new diapered victim he then handed me a tee, after that some wide boxers, some white tube socks of his own too, one if his extreme baggy jeans followed, not without adding a lockable leather belt to it, once in place also not allowing removal of the jeans unless destroying the belt loops, a loose wide sweatshirt following all that and lastly a pair of his own sneaks matching that outfit. then he came with an oversized bomber jacket and a base cap, adding those and then told me to look in the mirror in the hallway.; I did immediately and saw some sort of skater style, rapper style or anything in that direction guy in that mirror, turning around I could see that the bulk of the chastity and nappy indeed was now well hidden under the baggy clothing, so unless someone would pat my butt or crotch, nobody would notice the poor guys ordeal, locked into all that underneath.

He then told me if I had to take a dump, I would have to keep it until my return from work, if I needed a piss, well the nappy and rubber short will keep that where it belongs. for as long as he owned my ass that would be the way to be seen out of house, as chastity, plug and nappy are from now on part of my out of house outfit for sure, and most likely indoors as well. Then he said that being a lawyer will make it easy for him to draw up some airtight contracts during the day that will seal our agreement completely without chance of me to get out easily if I attempted to, so when I returned from work he would have it here to sign. Then he pointed at his clock and said it is time for me to catch the bus, else I would be late for work, he then handed me money for a ticket and said to go on, at the moment I do not own a car, money or anything else for that sake. Since I realized he was right, I took the money and made my way to the bus stop, it has been a while that I was taking a bus, but this week at least I would have to. But wait until I get my revenge, again my thoughts during the wait for the bus....

At work people commented on the 'new look' as it was unused for them just as it was for me, but other than that no troubles regarding what was hidden underneath, expect me having troubles sitting longer times calm, feeling the plug and chastity constantly on me did some parts to a certain lack of concentration, something to get used to I thought, but not for long I hoped anyway. having no money with me made lunch break obsolete, so I kept doing my work and waiting for end of the day, however I did have a ton of coffee, which I now realized was a big mistake, using the toile it no option, and I was not sure about just wetting those nappies, but at the end there was no choice, I had to relief myself so desperately that while sitting at my desk I just had it go. I am not sure if anyone around noticed the relief in my face, yet also the fear something might spill, so looking careful at the jeans and then stealing myself away to the toilet I checked all angles, but could not see anything, the rubber short did its job added to the nappy, inside completely wet, outside all dry, I was relieved about that too and then continued the day at the office until it was finally time to go home.

Home, well, go to his place again... only then I noticed that he gave me only the money for the ticket one way to work, nothing for the way back, no wallet, no keys, no money, all I can do now is walk... frustrated I started walking, feeling the plug, even thought I feel the wetness of the nappy, but that was only imagination and there was solid steel between it and my skin, but finally I arrived at his place, him already waiting at the door when I rang the bell.

Just in time he said, as I calculated, of course I did that on purpose, as you will spend a lot of time immobilized this week I thought some walking cannot harm once a day, so you will do that each day now. While saying that and after closing the front door he immediately surprised me with a collar put on my neck from behind, a click made sure I noticed that lock holding it there and attached a long chain which he grabbed and pulled, pulling me right behind him into the living room. There in the wall between living room and open kitchen was something new, a massive hook embedded into the wall, and a click of a heavy lock made sure the end of that chain was locked on to that. he then said that the chain is just long enough to reach everything in the kitchen and most of everything in the living room, any other place to be requires him to unlock it. Then he told me to sit on the dining table and rad the contracts he had drawn up during day.

They basically said what we had agreed on, just in pretty lame lawyers terms, a contract allowing him that week of control, the grounds on which it gets extended, the grounds on which it ends, the penalty for breaking it etc. etc.. Other documents were there for the legal control of my assets during the validity of the other contract, also I found the terms mentioned for my success when he would take the reversed part of this agreement then and so on. all in all indeed just lawyers phrases, but generally reflecting what we agreed on, and knowing him I was sure it would be airtight once signed, bit I always follow up on what I say, so this was no exception, as strange and as uncomfortable as it may be. I asked where to sign and he showed me, seven signatures of myself later and the same from him it was done. He took the contracts and they disappeared in his safe.

After that he said time for some dinner and then get you packed for the training evening. We had some food and drinks then he told me to get stripped, the tee and sweatshirt come off the chain once he removed it, but that will follow, the rest I took off then immediately and stood there then in the chastity with the rubber short holding the nappy in place, still locked. He unlocked those then and even removed the lock of the plug, telling me to use the toilet now if I have to, in half an hour the plug goes back until the next day. he then unlocked the chain and lead me towards his bathroom, locking it on another new hook I had not seen before there, keeping me in close distance of the toilet only, then he said he will prepare the evening lesson and get me in half an hour again. I had no options but to actually just sit there waiting, and indeed used that moment for some relief.

When he came back exactly half an hour later, the plug went painfully back in and the lock clicked shut again, I hated him for that alone, and payback will be cruel I thought. He took the chain off the hook and led me back to the living room, in front of the couch he stopped me and then took a leather hood off his collection. All dark, only nose holes and well molded to fit the shape of a face, I had that one on a few times and knew, once it is laced up on the back it fits like a second skin to my head. Before putting it on however he used a softball, shoving it into my mouth, large enough to fill it complete when I open my jaw, soft enough to still be able to close the jaw, rendering noises again rather useless, if at all being noticed. Then the hood followed and was immediately laced tightly, I was in the dark again and unable to make any noises. I was curious what I will have to attempt to escape from, but would have to feel, no longer being able to see it now. then a tug on the chain to follow him then while I heard him say that he had made some changes to his home while I was at work, in order to accommodate the situation we have agreed to, I will find out soon enough about those. we went in front of a wall closet he had in his living room and he opened the door, shoving it into its place hidden in the walls, behind it, what I did not see now of course, one of his modifications. A glass cupboard embedded into that closet, tall enough for me to be inside, some lighting added inside, sort of a display case for something to present. Inside the back a heavy thick wooden plate from top to bottom. He turned me and after opening that glass door shoved me backwards into it, until I touched the back wall. Next to his wall closet on a sideboard a box, containing a whole bunch of metal straps, all bent to fit over parts of the body, each with two holes on each end, a bunch of large screws, and next to it, his electric screwdriver. He took the first strap, fitting it over my neck and within seconds, before I even noticed what he was doing, the two screws disappeared in the wooden back wall, holding that strap securely in place. Without even reacting on my surprise, the next two, one for each wrist, followed, holding my wrists next to my body on to that wall also, two more within seconds attached and screwed into that wall over my ankles and there was practically already no chance. But he did not stop, ignoring my attempts to grunt into the softball in my mouth and continued, every two inches another strap added, each limb, upper body and even the head.

15 minutes later and an empty battery in his electric screwdriver he was finished and I was immobilized to a level that would not allow anything at all to me. The large screws would not give in to whatever force I might apply to those straps, so from the very beginning it was clear that escape is no option for sure. Then I heard him talking to me.

He told me that I had signed all his documents, he hopes I was aware what I signed though. the parts of signing over control to my assets was a permanent one, not bound to any conditions and set independently from the agreements we had, so taking it to court with a plea that the agreement itself may be not so legal would not change the assignment of control and property, that way he had my ass owed for sure, like it or not, he would of course follow our agreement too, hand it all back to me in case I succeed at any time, but walking away or not following any part of our agreement would have serious consequences for my future for sure. But.... and that was a big but he said ... during last night and this day, while rethinking the contract and situation, he made a decision that would sure need some getting used to. He would maybe allow one or two escapes a week, but would make sure there will never ever be three of them in one week. The current situation is just one of the examples how I will be kept when he wants to be certain that escape is impossible. I may try whatever I want, this one is unbreakable, until tomorrow morning I am stuck in here, once the glass door is closed and the lights on, and I will make a grand display in his living room while he enjoys some TV. During night the closet itself will be shut and locked too, hidden inside a victim waiting for the next morning. He will use this probably on more occasions in future, even if just to keep me out of sight when it is not plausible or useful to have me visible restrained around. But he has many variations in mind on how to keep me occupied and in restraints for the years to come, so I should not worry about not having variations in the future.

So in basic - if I do not follow our agreement, I will have trouble, sitting naked on the street without money, possessions, even locked in a chastity and plug without keys existing. In time my possessions, or former possessions would be more appropriate will be sold anyway, as they no longer have any use between life at work or in restraints. So basically homeless and poor versus following the agreement and having everything needed from him. he does seriously assume that I will follow the agreement and so will attempt every future day to escape, however he will make sure the three times in one week will never be reached, no matter what, so the agreement extends another week each Sunday, forever and ever.

In about 11 hours I will release you from here, being certain you will not escape, until then think about it, the situation is clear, choices are not really given. So have a good time here while I enjoy my TV and later my bed. Already a good night to my new toy.... with that the glass door closed, the light was turned on inside and a shiny glass display was the only TV-light he needed for the evening, whilst I was left to think about what I had signed and hat was ahead for me ....

(But all that then could be many more stories make up your own mind about it ....)