Margo dressed, and we decided to take a walk down to the lake and follow the trail to a beautiful waterfall that cascades down over the rocks into the tranquil water. It took a while to get there, but it was worth it. When we arrived, I dove into the deep water, and she soon followed. Like a couple of teenagers, skinny dipping in the lake, we cuddled and kissed. The cool water felt so good on my back after what she did to me. Finally we climb up on the rocks to lounge in the warm summer sun.
As we lay there, Mistress reached over and ran her finger over the skin that protruded from between the bars of my cock cage. I liked it until my cock tried to come up. There was no room for any growth or expansion in the tight confines of its prison.
“It’s too bad you can’t get hard. In spite of the pain, that little flogging actually turned you on a little, didn’t it?”
I didn’t say anything.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s actually good that you like it, because that will be a part of your life for a good many years. I’m sure that every fetish that you have will be explored and then some. As I said before, ‘I like it.’”
Finally we made our way back to the cabin. I rolled out the gas grill from the shed and started to get dinner ready. After dinner we sat around, and Margo asked me if I’d like to try on my new rubber outfit. Of course I was willing.
After rubbing the entire inside of the thick cat suit with j-lube, a silicone substance, I slid my left foot in. It was going to be tight, but Margo insured me that it would fit. Finally my foot squeezed all the way to the bottom of the suit and was pulled up just above my knee. That was followed by the other foot. The rubber clung tight to my legs, but I was able to pull it up over my hips. Then Margo had to help me. I worked my left arm into the sleeve all the way to the shoulder. Then I noticed that there were no fingers in the suit.
“Double up your fist,” she told me.
With the collar up over my shoulder I wiggled my right hand all the way in as well. Again Margo had to help me, especially when we came to my shoulders. She zipped it most of the way up the back. Then came the hood. She pulled it over my head and tucked the extended neck down into the suit. The high collar was pulled up and finished off with the zipper. Two rings on the sides of the zipper accommodated a small padlock that made getting out of the suit totally impossible. Besides with my hands balled up in the ends of the sleeves, they were totally useless to me.
The hood actually covered everything but my face. Just my eyes, nose and mouth were visible but not for long. Margo put the gas mask over my face and pulled the straps extra tight on the back of my head.
“Do you like it?” she asked.
I actually had trouble hearing her because of the thick rubber, but I nodded my head as I replied.
“Sit down in the recliner and relax. You’re going to be wearing it for a while.”
She pulled the lever and leaned the chair back. As I lay there getting hotter by the minute, Margo went to the duffle with all our goodies and returned with a leather collar and a set of handcuffs. The collar was fastened around my neck with the buckle in front and a large ring in the back. She put one cuff on my right wrist, threaded the other cuff through the ring and locked it around my left hand. Using a piece of rope, my legs were spread and tied down to the bottom of the chair. A similar rope connected the ring on my collar to the back of the chair. There was no way that I could possibly move. I wondered what she had in mind.
The gas mask had a two foot long hose hanging from the front, giving me my only air supply. After getting herself a glass of wine, she offered me a drink as well. She unscrewed the hose, so I was able to drink through a straw.
“Would you like one?” she asked.
“Please, I’m very thirsty, and it’s rather hot in here.”
I watched as she took a large tumbler and filled it half way up with wine before topping it off the rest of the way with straight vodka.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“No, just feeling really good.”
She stuck in a straw and made me drink about a third of the mixture. Being cuffed like I was, there was no way to refuse her. Maybe I should be happy she was taking care of me for a change, but I felt she had something up her sleeve.
After my drink was totally gone, she screwed the hose back in.
“I can control everything,” she said as she held the end of the hose. “If I put my hand over the end, you get no air. See, like this.”
Her hand cupped the end of the tube and before long I was struggling for a breath. About a half minute passed before I started to panic, but she didn’t let up. With my arms totally useless and being tied to the chair, I couldn’t fight her. I started to see stars flashing in the darkness and knew I was going to pass out, but just before that happened, she removed her hand. I sucked in a few deep breaths as quickly as I could, and mumbled something to her.
She just laughed. “Don’t you want to play a little breath control? You had it on your list, remember?”
I shook my head back and forth and mumbled, “No.”
“Too bad. I think it will be fun. Besides, I think it’s the booze talking. You know you want more.”
She took another sip of her wine and covered the hose once more. Only moments passed before I was out of oxygen. I started to struggle and even tried kicking my feet. Again stars flashed in front of my eyes, and I started to pass out, but this time she let me go before removing her hand. The body is an amazing thing. As soon as air got in the tube, I started to breathe.
When I was fully awake, I shook my head back and forth and yelled down the tube. Again she laughed and took another drink. By then I was also feeling the effects of the drink she had mixed me.
Twice more I lost consciousness because of her little game. She laughed, as she kinked the hose, blocking all air from my lungs. As I came around from the blackouts, I felt dizzy and sort of weird. She laughed, as she controlled by breathing.
Three more times she cut off my air supply, but she never let me pass out again. But her fun was far from over. She let me rest for a while before she got up and went to her purse. When she returned, she knelt down next to my chair. I had trouble seeing what she was doing but soon smelled it. She lit up a joint. After taking a big hit and holding the smoke in, she took my breathing tube and blew the smoke up it. I had no choice but to breathe it in. She took another big one and blew that up the tube as well. That time she held her hand over the end, and I took it all in as I tried to breathe.
Holy shit. I was feeling the effects of the booze and the drugs. It got to the point that I didn’t care what she did to me.
She had another couple hits from the joint but kept giving me more. I was totally buzzed or drunk or both. Sometime I heard the clock chime nine times, but I really didn’t care. Margo had curled up on the couch and was out for the night. I didn’t last long either. Luckily she removed the hose before passing out.
It was late morning when she finally was up and around. I’d been awake for a couple of hours. She never mentioned last night as she unlocked the handcuffs and removed the mask.
“Do you want some coffee,” she asked.
“Yea, but I really have to pee.”
“I’ll help you up and unzip your suit.
Luckily there was a small zipper in the front. After she pulled my caged cock out, I wandered out into the yard and relieved myself.
“Eggs over easy with bacon and toast?” she asked, as I returned.
“If you help me out of this suit, I’ll fix it.”
“That’s okay, because I don’t plan on removing it until we get home. It looks sexy on you.”
“Really? You’re going to make me wear it all the way back to the city?”
“One more comment and you’ll be wearing it to work in the morning.”
“I didn’t say anything more.”
I wasn’t able to feed myself, so Margo did it for me. But then there was another dilemma. I really needed a bowel movemen
t.
After we finished eating, she had me stand up so she could unlock my suit. It was difficult to get me out of the sweat filled outfit, but finally my nearly over-heated body was free.
“Did you think I was serious about making you wear it all day?”
“Anything is possible with you, Mistress.”
I cleaned up the cottage and packed things up for the trip back.
“Did you think I was going to do the cleaning? It’s bad enough that I had to cook your breakfast.”
Little changed for the next couple of weeks. I wore the chastity cage to my laser session on Monday. Phyllis was really intrigued by it as well as all the welts and bruises on my back. Margo put me in bondage twice during the week. The following Sunday night she released my cock, because Monday’s laser treatment was going to be on the front side. That night she allowed me to jerk-off. It felt good after so long.
Margo seemed to be working late quite often because of that big court case. It seems that this is happening more often than normal, but she made it up to me. Nights that she would be late, she had me put myself in bondage. She felt that locking myself up in some fiendish, eyes bigger than my stomach, self-bondage position would appease me. It did.
Weekends are rather special. Sometimes she liked to give me a more intense bondage session along with a little punishment for my accrued faults. And tonight was no exception.
I was cuffed spread eagle to the bed along with a leather hood and gag buckled on my head. She fastened something to my balls and something just below the head of my cock.
“Have fun,” she said loud enough, so I could hear it through the hood.
Suddenly a jolt of electricity blasted through my balls and cock. It made me jump from the surprise as well as the sharp pain.
“I’ve hooked up that electrical stimulator to you. It’s set at random times and intensities. That first shock you just felt was only setting one for two seconds. There are ten more levels of voltage and various lengths of time. Some will be very pleasant while others will really get your attention. It should keep you occupied for the next several hours.”
The next charge made my body stiffen and shake. A jolt of high voltage burned through my balls and raged up the entire length of my cock for nearly a minute before ceasing. My body was as rigid as a steel pipe while the electricity roared through my genitals. When it shut down, there was instant relief.
She laughed and left, locking the door behind her.
After a few minutes a very pleasant tingle settled into my balls and cockhead. It lasted for several minutes, making me rock hard with pleasure, but then it ceased. I dreaded what I knew would follow.
The intense pain and immense pleasure occupied the next few hours of the evening. I welcomed the pleasant times, but feared the agonizing ones that I knew would soon follow. And, it was so random, that I never knew what was coming next. Several times there would be the gentle surges of juice, and then there were the times where four, five or six times in a row, the voltage just got worse and worse.
Finally Margo returned. She turned off the electrical unit and removed the contacts from my skin. But that was all. I was left in bondage for the rest of the night.
The rest of the weekend was rather uneventful other than working out some details for the dungeon she wanted to build in the cellar.
During the week life went on as normal. Well, that’s not exactly true. My life was no longer normal. When you give yourself to someone and become their total, lifetime slave, nothing is normal.
When my Mistress got home from work on Friday night, I had a glass of wine in my hand as I knelt of the floor. Her dinner was ready, so she put me in bondage first. During the week, we had put a large screw eye into the ceiling of the spare room closet and two similar ones on the side baseboards. I put on the leather cuffs and was ready when she finished her dinner. When she came into the room, she was carrying the ball gag and a couple other items that I couldn’t see.
“All ready, slave?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Open wide, because I have a special event planned for you tonight.”
As I opened my mouth, she forced the slightly too large red ball behind my teeth and buckled it tight.
“A – h – n – n….”
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Hey, you’re the one who wants this stuff, remember,” she reminded me, as she looked directly into my eyes. “I’m just happy to please you. Okay, up on the stool and hook your cuffs into the link.”
We had previously set everything up so it was perfect. Once I clicked my cuffs into the link, I could not get them loose without her releasing it.
After I was secure, I stepped off the small stool. The rest was up to her. Right now I had my feet flat on the floor, but that would quickly change as she stretched my legs out towards the walls of the closet.
Obviously Margo was feeling a little randy. She spread my legs so I was left standing on just my tip toes. It placed a lot of strain on my shoulders. Immediately I realized that this was going to be a very trying evening.
“Comfy, slave?”
“N – n – a – a….”
“You needn’t worry. I’ve got one more thing to take your mind off your position.”
She went to the bed and came back with a parachute for my balls. Without any thought of my discomfort, she grabbed my nuts, pulled them down, forcing them to the bottom of their sac, and buckled the parachute tightly above them.
“Now, what’s the use of wearing this parachute without something to hang on it?” she asked with an evil grin. “Oh, I know. I put something under the bed yesterday.”
She looked at me and merely stated, “I know you’re going to really like this.”
In her hand she held a five pound weight from my workout bench in the basement.
“I shook my head back and forth, mumbling, “N – o – o – o….”
But she didn’t pay any attention. She just hung it from the parachute’s triple chains and let it do its thing.
Instantly I could feel the steady downward pull of the massive weight. It was stretching my balls to their absolute limit. I screamed for her to take it off, but she didn’t listen.
As she started to close the closet door, she paused. “ Oh, I almost forgot. I thought we’d try these as well.”
Out of her pocket she pulled the dreaded clover leaf nipple clamps. She put one on each of my tits. It’s almost eight. I’m going to shower and meet some friends out for a couple of drinks. I hope you have as much fun tonight as I will. Ha – ha – ha….”
The closet door closed as well as the one in the bedroom.
I never heard her shower or leave. All that mattered was the fiendish position that I had created, the evil weight that hung from my nuts and the terrible clamps on my nubs.
It was dark in my little cell and totally absent of sound. There was just me, hanging from the ceiling and no way to ease my pain. For most of my life, I’ve craved this type of treatment, and now that I’ve got it, I’m not sure it’s what I want. My arms ached from supporting my weight. My toes cramped from trying to ease the strain on my arms, and my balls were stretched far beyond any reasonable comfort level. And she was off drinking with friends. Instantly my mind went wild. A couple of drinks could end up being three or four. Ten o’clock could last until midnight, and I’d still be here with no possible way of easing the pain. Besides that, she was breaking one of the cardinal rules. You aren’t supposed to leave your bondage partner unattended. Something could go wrong.
In a situation like this, time seems to last forever. Seconds are like minutes. Minutes slowly appear like hours and hours feel like days. There is no escape. The pain just continues.
I tried to occupy my mind with pleasant things. When I was thinking about my beautiful Mistress and all the wonderful things she would do to me, I realized my cock was getting hard. It got harder as I thought about being her slave and serving her night and day. Thoughts of timeless bond
age and painful punishments made me even harder.
God, how can I get an erection when in a situation like this, I thought? But then I realized that this is what I actually wanted.
With a raging hard-on, I concentrated on her magnificent body. God! She was so beautiful when dressed up in that sexy black leather the other night. As I concentrated on her, I imagined I was pushing my cock deep into her pussy. Oh, it felt so good. I mentally fucked her, thrusting my hips back and forth. The weight pulled and tugged on my balls, but it made no difference. I liked it. The pain was almost pleasure. Harder and harder I fucked her in my mind. Oh God! She’s so tight. It feels so good. As I continue to make love to my Mistress, I can feel my cum building up deep down in my balls. I mentally slam my cock into her again and again and again.
“Please Mistress, let me cum!” I scream incoherently.
For several more minutes I continue the air fucking of my Mistress. On and on I went, moving my hips back and forth as far as my bondage would allow. Even though there wasn’t anything physical involved in this sexual event other than the weight yanking on my balls, mentally she was there, letting me fuck her pussy while dressed in that erotic black leather.
Oh God! I’m getting closer and closer. I can feel it. The weight is swinging back and forth, pulling ever harder on my nuts. My tortured tits are bouncing up and down, but that just excited me even more.
“Mm – mm – mm…,” I moan with every deep, hard thrust.
And then it happened. Ribbon after ribbon of hot white cum shot from my cock just as the closet door opened, splattering against my Mistress’s short mini skirt and legs.
“Oh my God, you are fucking disgusting!” she screamed at me.
As I settle down on the chain above me and the last remnants of my semen drained from my shaft, I see my Mistress and two of her friends.
“I guess you’re right. He really likes this stuff.”
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