Thinking with my Dick - Part 1

Author: stewie266
Title: Thinking with my Dick - Part 1
Date: 19 December 2012

Ugh…my head. This would normally be where I reach for my forehead, but my wrist seems to be stuck in something. The other one maybe? Yup, that too. Maybe I’ll just lean back and lie down. Nope…my wrists are attached … shit … to my ankles. I’m in the double rigid iron. I pick up my feet. Not attached to the ground. Ok, this is a good thing. Maybe I’ll try to find a wall. I scoot left. Bars. Right…more bars. Same back and front. Fuck, it’s the damn cage. The haze in my head starts to clear, and I realize that I’m gagged, I’ve got ear plugs in, and I’m hooded. I lean against the back bars again and turn my head. Yup, figures. It’s the locking hood. Not coming off even if I could reach the thing. The chastity belt is still there too, and it seems to now be securing some large plug up my ass. The haze is gone now…I need to stop thinking with my dick.

My BF and I had been talking for a while about my bondage interests. He wasn’t into it when we met, but he claimed to be a control freak. Given that, I figured he’d have at least some interest. After playing around a few times, I shared that I like the idea of being bound, helpless, having to wait for him to set me free. I love how my helplessness makes me fully realize my dependence on him for anything. It really gets into my head. Eventually, I had my BF calling me when he left work for the day and I was at home. (He has an hour commute home.) He would order me to either lock up my cock, or trap myself so that he could find me when he got home and do as he chose. Those got pretty hot, especially when I could hear him come home, walk right past me, and hop in the shower. Mind fuck #1: It seems rude, but the expression of superiority really got me even more horny than I already was. Sometimes he’d leave me tied up after he got off, still horny, frequently locked in my Cararra chasitiy belt, and go do something. I’d even get freed but left cock-locked, as he knows that once I’m horny, it’s quite the one way street for me. Drove me nuts.

Then there was yesterday. I got home from my night shift after he’d left for work. It was a Friday morning, and I had the rest of the weekend off. He knew that, and we’d been talking about a weekend trapped for a while. I found my chastity belt in the living room with the key in it. There was my chain collar and a small padlock, open, next to it. That was his lock. He’s got the only key to it on his key ring which he keeps on him. A note was left nearby. “Lock your cock. Lock the key on the padlock, and lock the collar around your neck. I’ll see you when I get home. Love you!” He didn’t have to tell me twice.

I locked the belt on immediately. The mere thought of being bound bones me immediately. I didn’t want to not fit in the tube of the belt. I showered. After about 30 minutes of a good fit with the belt, I took the key out of the keyway and locked it around my neck as directed. Mind fuck #2: I hold the key, but I just can’t use it. Another way we’ve done it is to lock the key to a heavy combination padlock. Given the way the belt is built, the lock shank gets in the way of the key being inserted into the keyway. The combo can be texted to me in cases of emergency. Again, the key is in my hand, but I’m not going to be able to use it.

Anyway, my cock is his at this point, and I’m already getting hard. It’s been a long night, so I go to bed. I woke up even more horny around noon. Fuck my life, he doesn’t get home ‘til 6 at the earliest. What does my dumb ass do? Look at porn. Yup. Can’t get to my junk, which is already driving me nuts, and I go and make it worse. Dumbshit.

After I realize what a moron I am, I realize that I should kill some time working out. Can’t go to the gym, as I’m sure the chain around my neck would draw stares. I’m one of those quiet kinksters. You wouldn’t know it talking to me every day (hell, I’m a cop even…expected to be conservative and what not). I decide to do some pushups and situps. I made some breakfast, did some cleaning, and watched some TV. Then the text came. “I’m off early, headed home. You’ll be hooded, and in a position to service my cock.” Again, didn’t need clarification.
I’ve got a neoprene “Cock Sucker’s Hood” from Mr. S. That seemed to be an obvious choice. I always like a gag, so I set one of those aside. I strapped on some leather ankle restraints and locked them with mini padlocks. I tossed the keys well away from me. I stripped. I locked the ankles together and put a length of chain on the padlock. I threaded the chain through the bedframe, and then to a pair of handcuffs. I strapped the gag on, and took a breath. Can I take this position for up to three hours? (His traffic sometimes gets hairy on the way home) Yup. I’m good. I closed the cuffs behind my back and double locked them. I’m stuck until BF decides I’m free. My cock was of course trying to get free of its steel imprisonment. Ha…right.

As I sat, thinking about my situation, I found myself saying the same thing over and over in my head as I listened to my slow breathing: “I’m here to please my BF. I can’t do anything else.” I think an hour must have gone by. Then I heard the door. My cock jumped. It’s funny, it always does when I’m stuck and I know he’s near. I heard him walk in, put his keys down and walk into the bedroom. He walked right by me and into the bathroom. The shower started. I figured I had about ten or fifteen minutes and the gag that was causing me to drool would be replaced by his cock.

After a bit, the water shut off, and before long, he was standing in front of me. I could feel the heat of his body near me. He didn’t make any noise, and I couldn’t see, but I knew he was close. “Yes,” I thought, “I’m about to give him the best blow job yet.”

“I like the gag, but it’s in my way,” he said. I heard him walk out to the kitchen, turn on the water, and come back in. He took out the gag and told me to drink. I took the whole glass. I thought it tasted a bit odd, but then again, I’d just had a rubber gag sitting on my tongue for the last hour. That must be the explanation. He put the gag back in and I could hear him getting dressed. Right when I realized that the game was changing he said, “I got a text on my way home. I’m going to grab a drink with some coworkers. You were invited, but I told them you were sleeping, tired from work. I thought you should have the extra time to focus so that you could make sure that you were ready when I finally let you suck my cock.”

This sucks…He’s gone to get drinks before. That takes anything from an hour to four, depending on … hell, I don’t know. He’s not a heavy drinker, so I know he’ll be fine, but that’s also landed him the role of DD before. Not much I’m going to do to change it, so I mutter “Yehf, hir…” Fucking gag. “Love you!” he said. Off he goes, and here I stay. I decided to lie down on the floor, seeing as how I knew I’d be a while. Again, the mantra started, and I was listening to my breath. I got tired. Really tired…and then…

…I woke up in the cage, which I knew was in the basement. That fucker and his Ambien prescription! He drugged me! It was the fucking water! Despite my astonishment, I realized that I actually liked the fact that I was taken advantage of like that. My cock was raging as best it could. Then it hit me, that wave of needy horniness that comes over me when I really realize that I need attention BADLY. I called out, which proved to be a huge mistake. My ass was suddenly convulsing and burning, as was my cock. I screamed in pain, which only made the feeling more intense. It was then I discovered that I wasn’t the only one with a toy collection. Evidently, BF had bought some electro toys. Fantastic. I can’t hear shit, can’t see shit, can’t speak and if I do, I’m getting zapped. I can’t move and even if I could, I’m stuck in a cage, and I couldn’t pass the time jerking off because my cock is locked in steel. DAMN MY FUCKING FANTASIES!!!

I realized that my shoulders were sore. OK, now I’ve got some reference. Given how sore, I guessed that I had been in that position for about two hours. See, the double rigid iron is my favorite restraint. I’ve spent considerable amounts of time in it multiple times. Sadly, I know how sore I get after certain periods of time. Anyway, the earplugs turned out to be earphones. A recording played :

“Hey you. I figured you’d try to call out. I thought that’d be a good time to show you our newest toy. Tough shit if it hurt. That’s your own fault after all. Anyway, you’ve no doubt taken stock of your situation. You bound yourself on Friday afternoon. You’re my personal bitch until Sunday evening…” I muttered protest into the gag, and was immediately reminded to shut the fuck up via the jolt across my junk. “…just like we’ve been talking about. Thanks for sharing your calendars with me, by the way. I know you were supposed to be doing some things this weekend. FYI, you’ve got the massive flu, and everyone hopes you feel better really soon. That’s about it. Sit quietly. Don’t struggle much because you know that only makes it hurt more. Remember that you asked for this, and that you ‘ve got no choice but to make sure that I’m well pleased, or perhaps you’ll be sick all next week too…” And then, white noise. This is going to be a long weekend. I’m such a fucking dumbass. I read stories, and watch porn and think it would be so great being enslaved like this. Now I’m terrified…

…and hornier than I’ve ever been…

…I hope he wants me soon…

…I had better keep him happy…

…He’s such a dick…

…And I love it…

...What the...My cock is buzzing...he's teasing me with electro...

...Wow...I've really lost all control...

...Hot...