The installation Part1

Author: Cherubbsub
Title: The installation (Part1)
Date: 06 March 2016

There’s something about being bound in public though really turns me on, being seen as just an object but everyone seeing me knows there’s a living being inside.
Curiosity and intrigue got me where I am today; this is the story of how I got here…

My passion for rubber and bondage, control and discipline has been trapped inside aching to escape, ironic that my most deep seated desires are themselves so hidden, controlled and disciplined by me.

Any hint of something remotely pervy in the media would capture my attention and distract me until I was able to hurry into my den and go looking online for that content.

After the usual hours of perving and fumbling with my cock, edging myself to near orgasm I would ultimately try and find the most extreme bondage and control possible, whether it was a story, video or photo that would lead my imagination to the heights of arousal.

One particular night I discovered an artist based on the other side of the world who had several installations which would be unique each time but one common theme was that each event was themed around a real live human being bound inside a shell of some kind.

This fascinated me immensely and I wanted to be in that installation more than anything, fantasising about what lay beneath the external shell, how people reacted to the pieces, and what the person inside felt.

The thoughts drove me crazy and I decided to send an email to the artist through his portfolio website, I wanted to know everything and told him how it made me feel. I even drew some sketches of his installations but still letting on very little of my own personal fetish for rubber.

Time went by and I exhausted all variations on the form of artwork, there didn’t appear to be an accurate way to describe it, which made searching for it terribly aloof.

I decided that my regular wank material would have to do, but every now and then I would think back to that artist and daydream about that fantasy.

Months passed and my life was equally unfulfilling, day in day out too scared to approach anyone else, my real passion for what I so desperately wanted would probably never materialise.

I decided to make my first purchase, I didn’t have a lot of money to spend as the other hobbies I indulged in to distract me weren’t exactly cheap. I thought I’d be brave and visit London for the day, I could do some sightseeing and just happen to make my walk ‘happen’ near to a fetish shop that sold rubber.

The day came and the sights, sounds and smells of the big city overwhelmed me, the adverts everywhere, street performers and the crowds of people scurrying about doing their daily business didn’t detract from my main mission and excuse for my day out in the Capital.

After some lunch and several stops at famous sights, I would take my time framing shots of architecture. I would get a casual snap of interesting people, cyclists, motorcyclists, police, and soldiers, anyone geary really.

I found myself in the general area of the fetish shop I’d come all this way for. My heart was racing and I began to sweat profusely, I knew I’d be a bit anxious but this is ridiculous! I felt like I was being watched as I approached the store front, as discreet as it was down a side street, I could help but feel the strangers sat at the coffee shops and exciting stores would make snap judgements of this pervert trying to make his way into a fetish shop.

I rushed the last few yards and pushed at the door, but it was locked, I started to panic and thought I’d made a disaster of my whole trip, when I looked up and saw a small sign ‘buzz to enter’ I actually slapped my forehead with stupidity.