A Surprise Visit

A Surprise Visit


Starting chatting with someone online one night while I was drunk. Told him how I wanted to be forced into being enslaved and kept locked up in leather. We chatted for along time and as much as I begged him to come kidnap me he wouldn't or couldn't at the time. We had a great, horny conversation. This wasn't someone I'd never met before, in fact we played once before, a long time ago. I always thought he was a hot guy, except he was a sub when we played. Now here he was telling me he wanted to keep me chained up as his slave. Like I said it was a great conversation even though I was a tad on the drunk side. Well the next day after I woke up and reread everything I had told him, I felt a little more than embarrassed - it was definitely something I fantasize about every once in a while, but nothing I'd ever really told anyone else, being drunk (and horny) allowed me to push my usual inhibitions aside and tell him all of that.

There was a new message waiting for me that he sent earlier in the morning asking how I was feeling. My first thought was that he must've known I was probably drunk. I immediately responded and apologized and of course told him it was great to chat; not that I remembered much of it first hand, all that I "remembered" was read from the chat transcript. I also mentioned that as hot as being kept as someone's slave would be, that I wasn't really ready for that, but would definitely like to meet up with him and talk more or even play. Unfortunately he wasn't logged in at the time, so I wasn't going to get a response back right away. It wasn't until later in the afternoon when I heard the familiar beep of a new message that he responded and said he understood. He also asked what I was up to and if I would like to get together. I said I wasn't up to anything at the moment, but had things to do a little later. It was only a few moments later my doorbell rang. I was of course extremely surprised that it was him - having forgotten that not only did I give him my address, but also work address and schedule. Such a drunken idiot, I thought to myself.

We greeted and I invited him in. After I shut the door, he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall and quickly got my hands cuffed behind my back. Perfect, he says. A slave should be restrained and kept controlled at all times. He turns me around, grabs my neck and gives me a long passionate kiss. As he's kissing me I pull on the cuffs a bit and notice he's somehow fed one of the handcuffs through my belt loop on my jeans, effectively keeping me restrained from moving my arms. I immediately start getting hard and he notices it while groping my crotch. He ceases the mouth raping and pulls away from me with a smile on his face. "I see you agree?" he says as he squeezes my now hard cock.

I nod and say it's very fucking hot. We then walk into my living room and he sits down on the couch and has me kneel on the floor facing him. We basically talk about the same things as we had done online the other night. Even though I wasn't drunk this time I was able to get out all of my fantasies and desires, still a bit embarrassed however. As we chatted I noticed the bulge in his jeans grew - he adjusted himself a few times. After a few moments of silence he lifts my shirt and starts playing with my nipples. I close my eyes and let out a soft moan. He continues that for several minutes before he stands up. His crotch is right in front of me so I just push my face into it, rubbing all over. I feel his hands running through my hair, he tells me I'm such a good little cock slave and I'll get it soon enough. He then pushes me aside and walks down my hallway. I think that's a little odd, Maybe he has to use the bathroom. A moment later he returns holding my leather suit in one hand and my bag of bondage gear in his other. Once again, my willingness to be so open and honest while I'm drunk has come back to haunt me; I did tell him where I kept my gear stored. He throws the suit on the chair and starts emptying the contents of the bag on the couch and coffee table. Inspecting everything he says that I have nice stuff! I tell him I only buy from Mr. S in San Francisco, they're pricey but the quality is excellent. He agrees with me and continues to look over my gear. He grabs my leather hood from the table and starts unlacing it. These hoods are great he says and I agree with him. (My leather hood is the "All around zip hood" from Mr. S. It's a double layer hood; first layer is a regular hood, open eyes and mouth and laces down the back, the second layer of leather is just two panels with a zipper that runs from the from of the neck, over the face, over the top of the hood and down the back of the neck. There are also three zipper pulls which allow for an adjustable opening to be created. For instance you can leave it unzipped just over the mouth while it's zipped closed over the rest of the head.) He slides the hood over my head and I notice he has already zipped the front of it closed. I mention to him that I am a bit claustrophobic and he just tells me to relax and wait a moment. He starts lacing up the back of the hood, I can feel the hood getting tighter and tighter. He then zips down the back of the hood and can tell he's locking the pull. I then feel him messing with the zipper pulls at the front of the neck and start to panic thinking he's going to lock them up as well. I struggle and yell for him to stop. He places his hand over where my mouth would normally be and pulls me into him muffling my screams and holding my head still long enough to get the zipper pulls locked. He then tells me to relax, he just wants to keep the hood locked to keep me under his control while he got me geared up and would unlock the hood when he was done. I then calmed down.

He uncuffed my hands and told me to strip. Then handed me my leather motorcycle suit, which is a suit that I modified a little so that it had a hole at the crotch that I could pull my cock and balls through. After the suit was on and zipped up, he locked my bondage mitts on me, as well as my bondage socks, and finally, my leather chastity jock.

"Fuck, boy! You look amazing all locked in that leather gear." He begins groping me and running hands all over my body. "How does it feel?"

"Feels great!" I say.

"So, is this how you envision being kept enslaved?"

"Yes Sir, it is."

"It is very fucking hot. I could definitely get used to having you around as my leather bondage pet." I moan. "Yeah, would you like that?"

"Yes Sir. Would be very hot."

"I bet you would. Kept locked in this gear 24/7, chained up or caged. Fuck yeah." He pushes his groin against my ass and starts grinding his crotch. "Fuck, boy, I'm so fucking hard right now."

I moan louder now, "Me too, Sir."

He reaches around and starts squeezing the front of the leather jock. "Too bad your cock is all locked up!" I just let out small whimpering noises as he says that and continues to grope me and grind his crotch against me. "Fuck boy, I knew I'd like having you this way, just didn't think I'd like it as much as I am!? Very fucken hot. Giving me a lot of evil thoughts."

I don't know how to answer that or even if he expected me too. So I don't say anything just reply with a half nervous laugh.

"Hmm… Let's see if we can't get you a little more restrained." He turns me around and has me sit on the couch. He slides something up each of my legs, I assume they are my knee pads, which is confirmed a few moments later as he tells me to kneel on the floor. He then takes two straps and straps my legs up - ankles to thighs, keeping my legs bent at the knee. He uses two smaller straps to do the same thing to my arms. Now both my arms and legs are pretty much useless. "Straps aren't too tight are they?"

"No Sir."

"Good. Now lets see what you can do." He kicks me over and tells to try to get back up onto my knees. I struggle a bit, but eventually get myself upright again. "Okay, now try and climb up on the sofa next to me." I follow his voice and find him, then attempt to get on the couch next to him. I grunt and groan while trying to use my useless limbs to pull myself up on the couch, but find that it is impossible. After a few attempts I give up. "Fuck, boy. That's hotter than hell! Slaves and pets shouldn't be on the furniture anyway. Crawl over to me." As I approach he grabs and pulls me into him - my head into his crotch. He pushes my face down onto his hard cock that he at some point removed from his pants. "Feel how hard my cock is boy?"

"Yes Sir."

"That's how much I'm enjoying this situation. Seeing you helpless like you are - I can definitely get used to this." He starts rubbing his cock over the hood and slapping the side of my face with it. "Have my own leather pet under my complete control, helpless and completely dependent on me." I moan. He laughs. "I think we need to figure out how long you can last like this."

"Yes , Sir, but I can't tonight."

"Oh? Why not?" he asks me.

"I have plans this evening."

"I hadn't planned on this either, but plans change."

"But, Sir, I can't…"

"Stop arguing and whining or I'll just go home and leave you here as you are now. Besides you don't have much of a choice anyway. Do you?"

"No Sir."

"That's right. I'm glad you understand that." He pushes me off of him and gets up. "I'll be right back. Don't move."

"Please Sir. Don't leave me like this." I beg.

"I'm not leaving, just running down to my car to get a few things." I then hear the door open and shut. I patiently sit and wait for seems like hours, but in reality was only a couple of minutes. He comes back in and doesn't say anything. He's behind me and I feel him fumbling with the the back of the hood. As he unlocks, unzips and unlaces the hood, he tells me that he likes to keep a few toys in the car with him at all times, as he nevers knows when he'll run into a random play session. One of the toys he keeps with him is his favorite hood. After he gets my hood off he shows it to me. It looks like a Mr. S Leather Puffy Hood. It doesn't have any holes for the eyes, but does for the mouth and nostrils. This hood, though, looks like it has been customized with a heavy leather collar attached to it. And attached on the collar is a plastic box. He explains to me that this is his favorite hood because it is extremely comfortable for long term wear, no eyes holes keeping the slave controlled, has an open mouth for immediate access and has a voice activated shock box to make sure the slave stays quite. He attempts to put it on me and I quickly move my head and ask him to wait a second.

"What is it?" he asks.

"I'm not sure I like the shock box. What if I need to talk or ask you a question?"

"That's not going to be a problem. Slaves and pets don't talk." He brings it over my head and tried to slide it down again.

"Wait, please!" I plead with him and move around to try and keep him from putting it on me.

"Yeah, boy. Try and fight it. Nothing gets me hotter than forcing you to do something you don't want to." He leans into me and pins me against the couch and gets the hood slid down over my head. I continue to beg and plead as he continues to hold me down and lace the hood up. After he pulls the lacing through the last hole it causes the hood to tighten around my neck and the metal contacts of the shock box are mow pressing against my throat. When I go to yell again I get a sharp blast of electricity to my neck immediately shutting me up. I jerk and moan. He laughs as he buckles and locks the collar of the hood. "You get a taste of that, boy?" I nod my head. "Didn't feel good, did it?" I shake my head. "And just so you know, there's also a remote for it that I can trigger at any time. Understand?" I nod my head again. "Good."

He begins running hands over my body. "Fuck, boy! Definitely look hot restrained like that. So helpless and dependent. You like being controlled like this?" I nod my head. "Yeah?" I nod again and jump a little when he squeezes my crotch. "Let's just see how much you're enjoying this." He's fumbling with the front of the chastity jock and eventually gets it unlocked and unzipped. He grabs my cock, "Oh yeah boy, you're hard as rock right now." I attempt to trust my crotch into his hand. "Yeah boy, you definitely do like being controlled." I nod my head. He moves his hand up my cock to its head and begins running the tips of his fingers over it. "Fuck yeah. It's more than just liking it, I think you NEED to be controlled. Don't you boy?" I nod my head. "Fuck yeah you do." Continuing to finger my cock head. "Both our cocks are hard as rock right now. Given the current situation, I'd say that makes us a pretty good match?" I nod. "You definitely need to be my little leather bondage slave." I nod again. "I think so as well. I think a good start is taking control of this cock of yours. Lock it up and you'll never touch it again." Being so horny and caught up in the moment I first begin to nod to agree, but realizing what he just said I back away from his teasing fingers and shake my head. "No? You don't like that idea?" I shake my head again. "Well that's not your decision anymore, is it?" I nod my head. "It is? As my slave, you don't get to make decisions, I make them for you." I shake my head. "You're not my slave? That's not up to you anymore either. I'm taking control." I shake my head even faster. "Sorry pet, your brain says "no", but your cock, my cock and my brain all say "yes", so you're out voted 3 to 1." I continue to shake my head and wave my "limbs" around. "It doesn't matter that you continue to deny it, you're currently not in any position to do anything about it. Are you?" I quickly shake my head. "That's right you're not. You need to except that from here on out I am going to completely control your life and you're going to be my slave whether you're ready for it or not." I don't respond in any way. "It doesn't matter what you say, pet." He reaches for my cock. "Your cock is fucking rock hard. It knows what you need and I know what your deepest, darkest fantasy is and I'm going to make sure you get it." He must notice I'm on the edge, so he just lightly runs his fingers up and down my cock. "Fuck yeah, boy. Think about it, boy. Totally helpless and eventually forced into enslavement as my leather encased pet. Isn't that what you told me was your wildest fantasy, boy?" I nod. "That's right, boy. And that's exactly why I'm here, it's always been a fantasy of mine as well. I know you're scared." I nod. "And that's exactly what excites me; it makes me so fucking hard knowing that you're too afraid to make the decision on your own…" I nod again. "…and I'm going to force you into it." I just remain still as he continues to manipulate my cock. "But I'll tell you what, boy. If you can prevent me from getting this stainless steel chastity cage locked on you within the next five minutes, then I'll know without a doubt, that you truly aren't interested. Deal?" I quickly nod my head.

Not a second later he pushes me and I fall onto my back. I try and struggle to get myself turned over, but he is immediately on top of me, straddling my chest and pinning me to the ground. I clamp my legs shut, which is exactly what he was hoping for - this allowed him to easily clip the d-rings together on my bondage socks. I then feel him attempting to pry my legs apart. I hold strong until I feel a sharp zap at my neck. The pain causes me to relax my hold for just long enough and allow him to wedge a spreader bar of some sort between my knees, keeping them forced wide apart and giving him clear access to my crotch. He gets off me and as soon as I attempt to roll on my side, I feel something being strapped and buckled around my neck. At that point I find it difficult to do much of anything. I can't curl my back anymore to roll up in a ball. My back is forced to remain straight. The only thing I can think of is another spreader bar of some type running from my neck to the other bar. He gets up and leaves a moment, but quickly returns. The shock of the freezing cold ice being applied to my cock, causes me to jump a little. I minute or so later my cock must've softened enough - I feel him apply a cock ring of sorts around the base of my cock. "Damn, boy! This was way too easy. Says a lot about what you really want." I shake my head as I feel the cold metal of the cage sliding over my cock, which is already beginning to get hard again. "No you say? Your cock is already getting excited about being locked up!" I continue to shake my head as he finishes locking the device. He lays his hand over my caged cock. "This cock belongs to me now, boy." My damned caged cock twitches under his hand. "That was way too easy. You definitely wanted me too take control of your cock, boy. Speaking of cages… Before the next time your dick comes out of this cage, you will have already spent days locked in my cage at home." I shake my head, but my cock betrays me and twitches again. He zips up the pouch of the chastity jock of my caged cock and locks it. He leaves his had resting on top my crotch. A few moments later I feel his lips against mine and then his tongue pushing its into my mouth. I desperately try and push my crotch up into his hand while we share several long passionate kisses. "Boy, you keep this up and you're going find yourself locked in my cage sooner than you think." I again shake my refusing to accept what he's saying.

Part 2

"Think I need to take advantage of having you restrained this way." He flips me over and gets me on my elbows and knees. He unlocks the ass strap of the chastity jock and unzips the rear zipper of my suit. "I have something special for your ass, boy" I then feel something being rubbed against my hole, then slowly feel pressure building up as he pushes it into me. "This plug is a replica of my cock, boy. Want your ass to be stuffed with my cock at all times." He pushes it all the way in and zips the suit and locks the strap back up. "Feel good, boy?" I shake my head a little. I'm not used to having things in my ass, so it feels a little weird. "Well, you'll get used to the feeling after a while." He then rolls me over onto my back, lifts me up and sets me down on my coffee table with my head hanging over the edge. He immediately begins strapping and tying me down. By the time he's finished the only thing I can move is my mouth. "Struggle for me, boy. I need to see if anything needs to be tighter." I try to move, but I'm pretty much completely immobilized. "Perfect!" he says. I could feel his breath on my lips just he pushes against mine to kiss me again. "You ready for my cock, boy?"

"Yeeessss" I whisper in between kisses and notice I didn't get shocked. "Please, Sirrrr".

"Good, boy." He moves away for a moment before I feel his cock resting on my lips. "Kiss it!" he says. I continuously kiss it as he slides his shaft back and forth over my lips. "Stick your tongue out" I do. He slaps my tongue with his cock a few times. "Fuck yeah, boy! … You ready to taste your Master's cock?" I nod as best as I could. "Open wide… wider" He then quickly shoves something into my mouth. It slips around my teeth like a mouth guard. I also notice I can't close my mouth, there's a little give when I bite down, but not much. He then buckles the straps of the gag behind my head. "Stick out your tongue, boy" When I do, he slowly slides his cock into my mouth and then back out and begins fucking my leather encased head. "Your mouth feels great, boy." Every once in a while he stops to push further into the back of my mouth to get my throat accustomed to his cock. I choke a few times, but he just tells me to relax my throat. "Fuck, boy. I bet it feels good having your Master's cock in your ass and mouth at the same time." There's no way I can answer him and I doubted he expected me to. He leans over me and starts pressing on my ass where the plug is and tapping on my chastity jock where my caged dick is trapped. "Encased and imprisoned in leather, tied down, ass plugged, cock caged and your mouth stuffed with my cock. Perfect leather bondage slave. Completely under my control. Nothing but a toy for me to play with. Just think boy, spend the rest of your life as my toy. Fuck yeah, boy. Been wanting this for too long. And now I've caught you and there's no chance of ever getting away. You're all mine."

My mind is in over load. The things he's doing and saying are driving me crazy. My poor cock is struggling to get hard against the cage and hurts like hell. I've never been this horned up. I just want to get off and be let out. I keep thinking to myself that there's no way he's actually going to be able to force me to be his slave. Once he lets me go and leaves I'm not going to be stupid enough to let him take control like this again. Fuck my horny cock and my damned fantasies.

"Fuck, boy. I'm getting close." His pace picks up a bit. Then he grunts as he pulls most his cock out of my mouth, leaving just the head left inside to make sure all his cum shoots in my mouth. He shoots three or four massive wads. "Make sure you swallow all of it, slave." He slides his cock back in my mouth and begins to slowly fuck again. "Fuck yeah, boy. That was fucking hot." I feel his hands running all over my body. "I can definitely get used to this. Fuck yeah. Having my own leather toy." After a few moments of silence he removes the gag and begins untying me from the table. I'm then moved to the couch and put in a sitting position. "Want me to remove these braces, boy?" I nod my head. "You can talk, boy, I deactivated the voice sensor."

"Thank you, Sir. Yes, Sir."

"No I think we'll leave them for now. I like having you trussed up and immobile."

"Yes, Sir."

"So, tell me, boy, what are you thinking?"

"So horny, Sir. Need to cum. This cage is killing me."

He laughs and starts patting my crotch. "That's a good sign, boy. Means your enjoying this."

I plead with him, "Please, Sir. It's driving me crazy."

"I don't think so, boy. I already told you, you're not getting off until after I have you locked up in my cage at home. Understand?"

"No, Sir. Please, I really need to cum."

"Just how bad do you want to get off, slave?"

"Please, I'll do anything, Sir."

"Well I could take you to my place now and throw you in the cage?"

"No, Sir. Please." I beg.

"Why not?"

"Because, I'm afraid you won't let me go and keep me."

"What makes you think I'm going to let you go from where you are now, slave?" he asks.

"But you can't do that." I start to get a little worried.

"Since when does a slave get to tell his Master what he can and can't do?"

"Please, Sir."

"Besides, I'm only giving you what you wanted. Right, slave."

"No, Sir. Only a fantasy."

"Well, I'm real and this is really going to happen, slave."

I start to struggle against the restraints, "No, you can't do this…" Zap! I get a shock to my neck.

"That's enough talking for now, slave. I have to run a couple of errands. While I'm gone, concentrate on the gear your locked in right now. How much you enjoy being in it. And know that the next time it comes off of you will be inside my cage at home."

I hear him get up and I begin to struggle trying to give him a sign that I don't want this to happen. I then hear the door shut and lock and he's gone. My first reaction was to continue struggling, but quickly realized that was futile as he did an excellent and thorough job of restraining me. I am a little on the claustrophobic side, so being left alone, immobile, and unable to see caused a few panic attacks. I was able to calm myself down by convincing myself I could still breath and I was fine. Also, thinking of the gear and leather helped, especially the smell. Nothing smells better than leather after it's been worn and warmed from body heat. To further entertain myself, I found that I could rock the heel of my foot over my ass and fuck myself with the plug. Of course none of this was making my dick feel any better - in fact it was making it worse. I cried a few times as well, upset with myself for being allowed to be put in this situation. I swore to myself I'd cut my balls and dick off if I ever got out - an attempt to humor myself. As horny as I am, I do find myself getting frustrated and more upset.

I hear the door open and then him walk into the room. "Fuck. now that's a site I'd love to come home to everyday; a slave all geared and trussed up waiting for me. How's my toy doing? I bet you're glad I'm back." I feel his hands running over my hooded head. I instantly try to pull my head away as much as I can. "Aww, is the boy upset?" I don't react at all. I just keep my head turned away from him. "Well don't worry that'll go away as you become accustomed to being dependent on me." I shake my head. "Oh? In time you will begin to crave and beg for my attention." I shake my head again. "Hmmm." He starts patting my crotch. "Well then, maybe the slave thinks this should all stop?" I nod my head. "Just know, if we stop now, we never play again?" I can't believe I'm hearing this. Is he really going to let me go? I nod again. "Fine, but I'm going to leave you something to remember me by." He unlocks the chastity jock and removes the cock cage. My dick naturally starts getting hard right away. Again, I jump when I feel ice being applied. I wonder what he's doing. Then I feel a ring slip around the base of my cock and then it being shoved into something. I start shaking my head. "Boy, you know you need to be locked up, so I've locked your CB-2000 on you with my lock. You want out you're going to have to destroy your cage." I shake my head again. "Tough! Deal with it. At least you'll be free of the bondage." He then removes the bracing, unstraps my arms, and finally takes the hood off. "I trust you can unlock the rest of the gear yourself?"

"Yes, I can."

He turns and leaves without saying a word. I feel a wave of relief wash over me. I set to work getting myself out of the gear. While doing so I realize he left his dildo in my ass. Makes me wonder if he'll want to ever come get it back? I also think about what he said was right, my ass did get used to the feeling. After I get all the gear off, I sit and try to relax for a brief moment before putting it away. I stare and play with my locked cock and think about the previous several hours. Having not cum yet, I am still in a horned up state, so of course my mind is thinking about how hot the scene actually was and I start getting hard in the cage again. The pain from that brings me back to reality and I snap out of it. As I get up to my gear away, I can sense that my body is going to ache from the prolonged bondage. I put all my gear away, get something to drink and then take a nice long hot shower. I spend the rest of the evening watching TV, still plugged and locked up wondering when I'm going to in and break it off. After a couple of hours I start feeling tired, so I get up and go to bed. I fall asleep while humping my mattress trying to get some relief. I woke up several times during the night from the pressure/pain of the cage as my cock tried to get hard. If I wasn't so damned tired I would've got up and cut the damned thing off.

The next morning I noticed a text message from him, "Break your cage yet?"

Me: "Nope. Still intact."

Him: "I taped the key to the lock under your coffee table."

Wow! Was I glad I didn't break the damned thing off yet!

Me: "Thanks! By, the way you left your butt plug. (It's still in as well.)"

Him: "I know. That's what I left for you to remember me. Enjoy. Bye"

Me: "Thanks again."

No response from him after that.

I'm a little upset he never responded back and that he wasn't interested in just playing. He was very hot. I get the cock cage off and begin thinking about the session with him as I jerk off. It doesn't take long, but damn was it a huge orgasm. My entire body tingled. I just laid on my bed a while before the horny erotic feelings faded back to normalcy. I'm one of those people who want all play to stop after getting off, so my mind quickly turns to thinking of normal everyday day things and the last thing I would think of or want is to be kept restrained. Probably why it's a good thing that my fantasy should remain a fantasy.

I spend the next couple of days doing chores, hanging out with friends, relaxing, etc, before I start work again. The whole work week was uneventful and status quo. Nothing to get excited about. I made plans to visit friends out of town for the weekend and was looking forward to it. Love weekends away from home, always makes life interesting and fun. Was getting excited about the weekend. Called my friend and made sure when and where to meet, said he would give me a call once all the plans were set. Got home and made myself something to eat and relaxed. My friend mentioned it would be a while, so I got my overnight bag packed and settled in until I heard from him. I started to feel a little tired, so I laid down on my bed and fell asleep.

I dreamt about playing with Him again; being geared up and restrained. I could feel my cock ache as it strained against the chastity cage. Huh? Slightly confused, I woke in a half daze. I couldn't be sure If I was still dreaming or actually waking up; my eyes were open yet I couldn't see anything. I tried to roll over. Something didn't feel right. I found it difficult to move around. My arms and legs were in a bent position again. I could feel leather covering my entire body and smell the leather of the hood covering my head. "What's going on?" No answer. "Hello?" I yell louder. Nothing. I lay there in disbelief, not sure what to make of what's happening. How could he have possibly done this and why would he?

Part 3

I think I hear a noise, "Hello? Is there anyone there?" A few moments pass I hear what sounds like someone approaching, then a door open. "Hello?"

"You're up, slave."

"What's going on? What are you doing?" I ask.

He climbs on the bed next to me and starts rubbing his hands all over my encased body. "Well, boy, I decided I wanted to play with my toy again."

"I don't understand? How did this happen without me waking up."

"I put a strong sedative in your iced tea, which you drank last night when you ate."

Somewhat confused, "But how…"

He interrupts me, "Last week when we played, one of the errands I ran was to make a duplicate your house keys. While you were at work, I entered your place."

"Why not just ask me to play again?" I ask.

"Silly boy. Number one, I think you would've been too afraid to say yes. Number two, I wanted to show you that I still own you and control your life. And number three, we both know how much you like and need to be forced into these situations. Correct?"

I almost hesitate to say anything, but there's no denying my dick is trying to get hard in the cage. "Yes, Sir, I do."

"That's right. You do, boy. And admit it, boy. It is pretty hot to not know when I'm going to get you and wake up trapped like this."

Again I hesitate for a moment, but agree, "It is, Sir."

"Damn right it is, boy. You're all mine slave."

"But I had plans this weekend to visit friends."

He says, matter of factly, "Well, that's not happening now. I'm here to play with you."

"But I thought you said I'd never see you again?"

"Just mind games, boy. I like playing mind games with helpless slaves. It enhances the play. Besides, I had no intention of kidnapping you last week. I wasn't prepared for it then."

Afraid of the answer, I nervously ask, "And now?"

"Of course! I spent the last week setting up a few things around my house to make it perfectly secure and safe for you. Even converted one of my bedrooms into a sound proof playroom, which is where you'll spend most of your time."

"Me?"

"Yes, you, slave. Do you think I would do all of that without having a boy to enslave?"

"But, I told you last week I'm not ready for anything like that."

"Why do you need to be ready? You'll be my full-time slave when I'm ready."

"You can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because it's illegal to force someone into slavery and keep them."

"Illegal!? Who the hell is ever going to know? Even if my friends know about you, they won't ever know who you are, you'll be hooded 99% of the time."

"You can't honestly think you'll be able to keep someone forever like that?"

"Of course not. That's why slaves need to be broken of their will. But for the most part you'll be restrained at all times anyway."

"But I could tell people about you and let them know."

"I'm not worried about that. My online profiles have all been deleted and the phone number I gave you was a prepaid phone."

Getting a little worried myself, "Well I still don't think you would be able to do it."

"That's not your problem, now is it?"

I don't answer.

"Anyway, boy. If you just relax and let things happen naturally, we'll both have fun with this. No sense in fighting it and being upset and I end up the only one having all the fun." He runs his hand over my hooded head. I feel his lips against mine and begin kissing him. "There was one thing I didn't get to do last week that I haven't been able to get off my mind, boy." His hand slides down my torso, over my crotch and begins pushing the plug further into me, fucking me with it. "I never did plant my seed in your ass and claim you as mine."

The feeling of the plug in my ass is setting me on fire, I can only wonder how good it'll feel with his real cock fucking me. "Please, Sir."

"Yeah, boy. You want me to claim you as my slave."

"Yes, Sir. Fuck me, Sir. Make me your slave."

"Fuck yeah. Good, boy." He kisses me harder and deeper. Then he gets off the bed and pulls me to the side and picks me up from behind. He takes a few steps and sets my knees down on something and lays me across a padded surface. I feel a strap being secured across my upper back holding me down.

I'm a little confused, "What's this?", I ask.

Then another strap is buckled over my lower back. "This is my fuck bench I just bought." My right leg is unstrapped and freed, only momentarily though as he straps my upper and lower thigh, my calf and ankle to the bench.

"You're fuck bench? You brought your fuck bench with you?" Thinking that's odd.

Then I feel him repeating the same process with my other leg. I'm now secured in a kneeling position. He then goes to work on my arms; securing them at each wrist and bicep. "There boy, all secured. Now let's change the hood." He gets the hood most of the way off. "This next hood has a gag built into it, so get ready for it."

"Yes, Sir."

He quickly pulls the first hood off and slips the second over my head before I got a chance to open my eyes. The gag slips in my mouth and I'm relieved that it has a breather hole. I can tell it's a tight heavy hood and notice I cannot see anything. He gets it laced and zipped, buckles up the collar and I hear a click of a padlock. "How does that feel boy?"

All I can do is moan and nod my head. I always did love hoods.

He's quickly behind me removing the rear strap of the chastity jock and then unzipping the suit. He slowly pulls the plug out and starts fucking me with it, causing me to groan. "Think you're ready for the real thing, boy?"

I nod my head, "Ehhh, Errrr"

"Fuck yeah. Such a good, boy." He pulls the plug completely out of my ass and starts rubbing the head of his cock over my sensitive hole. Then I feel his cock sliding up and down the crack of my ass, fucking it. "You ready to be bred by me, boy. Claim you as my slave by pumping my seed into you."

I slowly nod my head up and in rhythm to his humping, "Ehhhh, Errrrr. Eeeeezzzz"

I feel the head of his cock pushing at my hole and then pop in. He slides his cock all the way in and holds it there. "Fuck, boy. That plug has perfectly shaped your ass to take my cock." He begins sliding it out, "Feels so fucking good. I'm going to have to take it slow or I'm going to blow my load." He starts to slowly fuck me.

Holy Shit! His dick feels so good in my ass, but the slow pace of his fucking is leaving an itch. The only way to scratch it is for him to fuck me harder and faster. It's driving me crazy.

"You've got my cock so excited, it can't wait to blow, boy… Sealing your fate… Having a full-time slave, it knows it can rape this ass any time it wants… And let me tell you, boy, that's going to be often." He pushes all the way in and then leans over me. "You like that idea, boy… Being turned into my cock slave… " I moan "Having your ass and mouth raped at any time?"

I nod my head. The thought of having his beautiful cock filling one of my holes whenever he wanted is getting me so fucking hot and horny. I begin sucking on the penis gag in my mouth wishing it was his.

"Fuck yeah you do boy. I know what you want." He continues fucking me, picking up the pace a little. "Fuck, boy, we're getting close."

I begin moaning louder. Now that's more like it. Just a little faster and harder and that itch will be satisfied.

A few moments later, I hear, "OH, FUCK, BOY" and can feel his cock swell in my ass. A couple more thrusts, he grunts, and I feel load after load shooting deep inside me. "Fuck." He lays down on top of me. "Fuck. I don't think I've ever felt anything like that." From his movements, I can sense that he's breathing heavy.

I can feel his hard cock twitching in my ass, but other than that nothing. All I want at this moment is for him to continue fucking me. I try to push and pull against the restraints in an attempt to move my body around so I can get his cock to move around inside me, but the restraints have a tight hold on me.

"That was fucking fantastic. My entire body is numb." He stands back up and pulls his cock out of me. A moment later I feel the plug being shoved back in. "I need to rest a moment." I shake my head and yell into the gag. He ignores me and zips up the suit and locks up the rear strap. Then I hear the door shut as he leaves the room.

I'm left in an unsatisfied, completely aroused, horned up state. A plug in my ass and a penis gag in my mouth. My cock caged up and in pain from trying to get hard. The only thoughts crossing my mind at this point are of his cock and being a slave to it. Sucking on the gag on my mouth like it's a passifier and trying to work my ass muscles on the plug. I'm in such a frenzied state I didn't even notice him coming back in the room.

I jump when I feel him unstrapping my arm from the bench. When unstrapped he forces it back into a "gimp" position. He repeats this for all of my limbs. Then he sits me up and carries me a few feet before setting me back down on the bed. And one limb at a time, unstraps each and ties them to each corner of the bed. I think to myself, 'He definitely likes to make I'm completely under his control at all times.' Then he adds straps around my waist, thighs upper arms and ties them to the sides of the bed, affectively immobilizing me. All I can move is my head.

He lays down next to me and starts running his hand over my body, groping, and petting. Then I feel him fussing with the face of the hood and then the gag being pulled out.

"Thank you, Sir." I say.

"Ah. Ah. Ah. It's Master now, not Sir. I've claimed you as mine. You're officially my slave now."

"Yes, Master."

"How are you feeling, slave?"

"Very horny, Master."

"So, tell me, slave, what changed your mind?"

"About what, Master?"

"You said earlier that you weren't ready to be my full-time slave."

"No, Master. Not full-time."

"So, you're telling me you still don't think you'll be able to handle being my full-time slave?"

"Yes, Master, that is what I am saying."

"Hmmmm. So, slave, when do you think you might be ready?"

"I don't know, Master. I'm not really sure."

"Can you admit that the idea of being enslaved by me excites you?"

"Oh yes, Master. It excites me very much. Like we've discussed, I've always fantasized about it."

"Well, You've also said you really get off on the idea of being forced into it. Is that correct, slave."

"Yes, Master. The idea of that happening also gets me excited."

"Good, slave. Just how excited are you right now, slave?" He slides his hand over my caged cock.

I buck and try to hump his hand, "Very excited, Master."

"I see that. As a reward for becoming my slave I was going to let you cum."

"Yes, Master. Thank You, Master."

"But, you say you don't really want to be my slave?"

"Please Master. Let me cum." I beg.

I feel him remove the front of the leather chastity jock. Then unlock and remove the cage, freeing my quickly hardening dick. He starts stroking it, teasing me. "Oh yes, slave. You're definitely ready."

"Yes. Thank you, Master." I pant.

"By the time I'm done with your cock, you're going to be begging to be full-time slave." He slowly strokes it over and over. Never changing pace. Never stopping. Always keeping me on the edge, just like when he fucked me.

"Oh god, Master. Faster."

"Tell me you want to be my full-time slave."

"Please, Master. Just a little faster." Nothing from him. I beg again, "Please, Ma..." The gag is shoved back in mouth.

"There. Much better." I moan. He continues the stroking. Every once in a while teases me by going a little faster, then stopping. At some point he stops and I feel him messing with my balls. He starts pulling them down until I grunt, then ties them off. This cause my dick to stick straight up. He continues to manipulate my cock, keeping me on the edge. He then attaches a tight cock ring around the base. "Damn, slave. Your dick is fucking hard right now." He continues to tease my dick for what feels like an eternity. He has me at to a point where all I can think about is my dick and my need to cum. "You want to cum, slave?"

I moan and nod my head, "Ehhh, Aaathher"

"You know what the means, slave?"

I shake my head and tug at the restraints. "Uuuuck Oooouu"

"Now, now, slave. Such harsh language." He starts stroking my cock again and picking up the pace. "You're going to regret wanting to get off, slave."

I shake my head. And begin humping into his hand.

"Fuck yeah, slave. So desperate to cum." He strokes faster.

I can feel myself getting close. My entire body tenses up and freezes as the first load erupts from my dick. I start howling and thrashing about, frantically pulling at the restraints while he continues to milk the rest of the loads out of me. I'm not sure if I passed out or if all my senses shut down, but there was a moment of complete nothingness. No thoughts. No feelings. Nothing.

As I slowly came down from the euphoric high, I could first feel tingling all over my body, then the gag in my mouth. Then I could feel the mattress underneath my body. I could feel him messing about with my cock. Then the restraints holding me in position. I hear a voice, but didn't make out what was said. I feel him locking my cock back up and then feel the gag being removed and hear the voice again, "Are you ok, slave?" he asks.

"Yes, Master."

"Good, slave." He starts massaging my legs and arms. "You know slave, now the real fun begins!"

Part 4

I wonder what he means by "Now the fun really begins"?

He left the room and I lay there for a while resting waiting for him to return. Not really thinking of anything. Still coming down from what was the hottest orgasm I've ever felt. After while though my mind begins thinking about other things in my life. All the stuff I need to do and the plans I had. And I begin to wonder where he went and when he's coming back. Then the reality of my situation starts to creep in and I start to get a little worried. I start to pull on the restraints as I feel a panic attack building up. "HELLO?" I yell. I continue to struggle. "ARE YOU THERE?"

I hear the door open. "Stop yelling, slave."

"Please. I need to be untied. I want to be let out!" Still struggling in the restraints.

He lays down next to me and holds me "Calm down, slave. You're just having a panic attack."

"I know asshole! Now untie me!" I shout at him.

"No amount of yelling is going to untie you, slave. I'm in control here. So, you need to listen to me and calm down."

"Please. Let me go. I don't want to be tied up like this."

"I know you don't, slave, but you're going to have to deal with it. I told you you'll regret getting off. I know most people want out of the bondage after they've cum, and I know you're one of those people."

"Yes I am, please." I continue to beg, but have stopped thrashing around.

"Good, slave. You need to learn to except these things as you cannot control them anyway. Now just relax, so we can talk."

He's managed to help me get passed the panic attack. "Ok." I say.

"Ok? You mean 'Ok, Master' " he corrects.

"No. I'm not playing anymore." I say.

"I'm not playing either, slave. You need to refer to me as Master or I can make it a lot worse on you. Understand?"

"But…" I was about to speak.

"I'm warning you, slave. Don't test me or I'll shove the gag back in your mouth and leave you."

"Sorry, Master." I submit to him.

"That's better, slave." He pats my head. "I'm not playing and this isn't a game. While your dick may control your feelings, it certainly doesn't control mine."

"Yes, Master."

"Eventually "getting off" won't be your primary focus regardless how horny you are. The only thing you'll ever focus on is making me happy. Understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good, slave. You have to remember that you are my slave. I own you and I'll take care of you. And remember this, I'll never do anything to hurt you."

"Thank you, Master."

"Are you feeling a little better, slave?"

"Yes, Master. Thank you."

"Good. I understand how intense panic attacks can be, especially for someone who's a little bit claustrophobic, but now that that's taken care of, let's get back to business."

"Business? Master." I wonder what that means.

"Yes, talking about your enslavement. Do you have any questions?"

"You're not still serious about that are you, Master?"

"Of course I am. How many times do I have to tell you, slave? I don't even think about telling me you're not ready again."

"But, when? How? Master"

"That's not your concern, slave. As far as you're concerned, you might as well accept that you are already my full-time slave."

"I don't know…"

"Yes that might be hard for you to wrap your head around, since you have a normal life that would require you breaking away from."

"Yes, Ma…"

"Sshh. That's not your concern either. You'll be kidnapped and forced out of your life and into a new one. The break will be immediate and you'll have no choice. Understand, slave?"

"Yes, Master. So you honestly think you'll be able to kidnap me and keep me as your slave, removing me from my life without anyone ever finding me again?"

"Yes, slave. I do." I can't believe my cock twitched at his response. "Be honest, slave. If someone was able to offer that, would be ale to turn them down?"

"I suppose not, Master."

"I didn't think so, which is why I didn't bother offering it to you, I'm forcing you into it."

Somewhat confused, "What do you mean, Master? Are you saying you're kidnapping me now?"

"No, slave. I'm saying I've already kidnapped you and in you're in my playroom."

"What? No? You're not serious, you're just playing mind games again."

"Oh, you think so?" He's messing about on the face of hood again, this time near my eyes. He pulls the blindfold off.

I can't quite make out what I see at first, but realize I'm looking at mirror on the ceiling as I see my stretched out, restrained body lying on a bed. I can also Him laying next to me. I turn and look at him and see an expressionless look on his face staring intently at me. Then I start to look around the room. On one side, the wall is mostly taken up by closet space and next to it is what I assume is the bedroom door leading out. I turn to the other side of the bed to look at the rest of the room. I see the fuck bench first, behind it must the cage he mentioned before. I looks heavy duty, not a simple large dog cage. Next to it in the far corner is what appears to be a bathroom. Well really it looks more like an extra large shower with a toilet at one end. I look back at him.

"That's right, slave. This is your new home and new life." I start crying. He hugs me and I pull at the restraints. He pushes his lips against mine and kisses me. I kiss him back. "That's it, slave. Give in to it." The kissing gets heavier. "Go with it, slave. We could both have a lot of fun together." I start crying again and turn away. "It's okay, slave. In time you will come to realize that there's nothing you can do about it and will have to accept this life. Might not seem possible, but you have no choice anymore." He holds me and rubs his hands over my body. "I took the next few days off of work to be with you while you get acclimated to your new life, and to make sure you were fine." He lays next to me for a while to comfort me before getting up and walking towards the closet next the the playroom door. "I think we need to get that hood off you before it's ruined from all the crying." He opens a drawer and pulls out a rather thick looking leather collar. He throws it next to me on the bed and walks to the other side of the room to the cage. He reaches in and grabs a chain and returns to the bed. He lifts my head and starts removing the hood. Once off, he throws it aside and wraps the collar around my neck and locks it. He then grabs the chain, "You will remain locked to this chain at all times while you're in here and out of the cage. It's attached to the far side of the room behind the cage and run through the back side of the cage so you can enter and exit the cage without it being removed. The furthest it will reach is a little over a foot beyond this bed, which means you will not be able to reach the that side of the room." He points towards the side of the room with the closet and the door. He then locks the chain to the collar. "So, let me make this clear right now before you do something and piss me off. There's no use in even thinking about trying to get out either by running for the door or attacking me to get at the key. The only time I will ever have the key in my hand is when you're completely restrained or locked in the cage. Understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good, slave. You need to understand and remember that. There may be times in the next few days where you won't be tied down at all and your instinct will be to run or fight. Think you can remember that?"

"Yes, Master. I do understand."

"Very good, slave. I'm sure you do." He leans down and gives me a kiss.

"Thank you, Master."

He smiles at me for a moment. "I'm going to leave you alone for a while. I've got some chores to do around the house and run some errands." My eyes grow wide and my face must've showed how worried I am. "Don't worry, slave. I'm not going to leave you restrained like this." He takes the chain and attaches it to the center of the head of the bed leaving me now tethered to the bed with about two feet of slack. "There's enough here to allow you sit up against the head board and lay down in any position, but it's not enough to get off the bed." He starts removing all the restraints. It's the first time I've had full use of all my limbs at the same time.

When he finishes, I say, "Thank you, Master."

"I want you to spend this time thinking about all of this. I especially want you to think about your previous life and all the people, material things you're going to miss." My eyes begin to well up again. "You need to work all of that out of your system and mind." He then turns and leaves.

I immediately curl up in a ball and begin crying again as I think of my family and friends who I'll miss. Wondering if they'll worry about me. I'm sure they will. I enjoyed my previous life and will miss being able to be myself. I think about those things for a while, before I eventually stop crying and start to wonder if he is just playing mind games again? He could be, but it would be rather extreme to go through the trouble of drugging me and then kidnapping me. And not only that, building this playroom. Of course he could've had the playroom already and is making up a story? Anyway, I dismiss it as a possibility. No sense getting my hopes up. My mind slips back to the reality of losing my previous life and I get depressed again. I curse myself for ever letting him take control and even more so, at myself for my stupid drunk induced fantasy chats online. I then start thinking about my fantasies and how details are always never thought of. In fantasy, time jumps from one scene to the next, from one situation to the next. There isn't a way to fantasize and wonder about how to deal with time when you're left alone to think about what's going on and how you would really feel. Now, here I am, forced to deal with time on a real scale and forced to look at my fantasy from the inside, not a spectator on the outside looking in and wondering, "What if?" I try to think about my current situation and I can't help but feel that it's not real. My mind just can't accept it. It could be because the fantasy hasn't really started, but yet it has. I look down at myself and see the leather and the pad locks that keep me from freeing myself and think, this is what I usually fantasize about; I'm locked in leather gear, chained to this bed and trapped in this room. When and or what will it take to get my mind in sync with what's really going on? Maybe I'm thinking too much about it and cannot experiencing it as I do in my fantasies? But If I give in and accept my fate, that means I'll have to let go of my previous life, for good. What's more important, living a sexual fantasy or being free to do what I want? Will I be given that choice to make ever again?

I start thinking about all the normal everyday things I liked and didn't like doing. I can feel depression creeping back into my head. I try to fight it, but memories beget desires, which lead to emotions. I try to convince myself that normal is a relative term and that this will become part of what I will consider to be my normal life. I then start to wonder what my day to day life might be like. What would I do all day? Would I be kept caged up while he's away? Would I have chores? What would I wear? How would we spend evenings and weekends together? Would he want to me to sleep with him or chained up here every night? Thinking about all of this has helped fight off the depression as I imagine what some of those scenarios might be. I can feel my dick beginning to get hard. Out of habit I reach towards my crotch and start patting it. This must be what addicts feel. All these things going on and this one thing immediately supersedes them and pushes them into the back of my mind. I reach around to my ass and push on the plug. The feeling of the plug moving in my ass causes me to start rocking my hips, humping my other mitted hand. I can faintly hear my subconscious screaming, "What the fuck are you doing?" but it slowly fades into the background as my dick attempts to get harder and harder, trapped in its cage.

Soon after he enters the room. I hear the door open, "How are you doing, slave?"

I turn to look at him and answer, "I'm ok, Mas…" When I see what he's wearing, I can't help but stutter, "… Master.", widen my eyes, and stare to soak up the the sight before me. He's in all black leather; heavy leather jacket, shirt, Sam Brown belt, cod piece breeches, tall Dehner boots and gloves.

"Like what you see, slave?" He walks up to the side of the bed.

I reach out to touch him and run my mitted hands over his leather clad body. "Oh, yes, Master. You look fantastic."

"Thought you might like it, slave." He leans over and gives me a kiss.

"MmmmHmmmm" I start kissing him back. I can feel him pulling away and I try to push myself up to follow, but he pushes me down on the bed. I let out a small whimper.

"Very eager, slave. That's what I like to see. Yes indeed." He then turns and walks towards his closet. He's obstructing the view so I can't really anything. He grabs something off the rack and turns to show me a leather sleep sack. My eyes grow wide which is all the indication he needed. He returns to the bed and tells me to scoot over. lays the sack down and begins unbuckling all the straps and pulls open the zipper. "Lay down on top." He orders me. I scoot over until I'm on top of it. He immediately gets my feet in and the legs zipped up to my crotch. He grabs my left arm to unlock the mitt, and pulls it off. He grabs the left side of the sleep sack and holds it open, "Slide your arm into the sleeve." This is repeated on the right. After he gets it zipped all the way up, he slides the other two zipper pulls to my crotch area. He then buckles and locks all the straps. "How does that feel, slave?"

"Very nice, Master. Comfortable."

"Good, slave." He notices that I've begun humping the inside of the sack. "Hmmm. Does the slave need to cum again?"

"No, Master. I do not want to cum again."

"You're obviously horny, slave." He begins patting the sack above my crotch.

"Yes, Master. How could I not be?"

He laughs. "You are going to be an excellent leather bondage slave." He spends a few moments looking me over and running his hands over my mummified body. "We should take care of this." He unzips the sack over my crotch and, and unlocks the chastity jock, then removes the cage. My cock, of course, immediately jumps to life.

This time, well aware of how I'll feel after coming down from my horned up state… "Please, Master. I don't want to cum."

"My how things have changed so quickly, slave."

"Yes, Master. I'm horny, but would rather not get off. I'm afraid of being kept bound up after I get off."

"I know, slave. And that's exactly why you need to get off."

"I don't understand, Master." A bit puzzled from this since he previously said he loves keeping slave horned up.

"You need to experience being bound and controlled even when you're not horny. I can't have you freaking out on me in a less controlled environment." He starts teasing my cock.

"Please, Master." I plead again.

I watch as he gropes and squeezes his leather cod piece. He unlocks the chain from the bed and rotates me towards him until my head is just hanging over the bed. I look up and his leather crotch is resting on my forehead. He leans over to grab my cock and his crotch rolls over my face and presses down on my nose and mouth. I immediately begin licking and chewing on the leather. I can feel his cock underneath and I attempt to suck and tongue at it through the leather. "Fuck yeah, slave. Worship that leather crotch."

A bit muffled, but I manage, "Thank you, Master." I can feel my dick getting extremely hard - I am on the verge of cumming.

"You really like that leather crotch in your face, slave?"

"Oh….Yes, Ma…ster. So, Fuck…ing hot."

"That's good, slave. You're going to spend a lot of time with my crotch in your face." He let's go of my dick and stands back up to watch me. The cod piece is no longer close enough for me to worship it, but I still have to look around his bulging crotch to look him in the face. "Kiss it, slave." He rocks his hips, pushing his leather crotch closer to my mouth. I strain to kiss it. "Yeah, that's it, slave. Now lick it." I begin to lick, sliding my tongue over the tasty leather. "Harder, slave. My cock wants to feel your tongue." I raise my head closer and start pushing my tongue into the cod piece. "Yeah, that's it, slave. Feel that hard cock under there?"

"Yesss, Masssterrr"

"That's hard for you, slave. It enjoys controlling you and seeing you all bound up."

"Thank you, Master." I'm humping my dick into the air harder now.

"Fuck, slave. Your dick is so fucking hard right now. You're definitely a cock slave." He lowers himself a bit crushing my face with the cod piece and starts humping. "Get that cock in your mouth and start sucking on it through the leather, slave."

"Mmmm" I moan.

He reaches over and only has to stroke me a few times before I explode. "Fuck yeah, slave. Get it all out." He continues to stroke me. I continue to squirt a few more times before I'm drained, but he continues to stroke and tease my dick. He lowers himself further on my face, my head completely held and my mouth stuffed by his cod piece. I can barely breath. I start bucking and writhing around on the bed screaming into his crotch as he rubs the head of dick. "Oh! You don't tike that, save?" He starts laughing.

"Uh Uhhh. Uh Uhhh"

He let's go and stands back up, also raising his crotch off my face.

"Thank you, Master." I pant.

"Very good, my leather crotch slave." He spins me back into my previous position and relocks the chain to the head board. He then gets a wet towel and cleans up the mess. "Normally slave, you will be required to lick up all your cum."

"Yes, Master."

He cleans up my softening cock and shoves it back into the cage and locks it up along with the chastity jock. Then zips up the sack. He takes off his jacket and throws it at the foot of the bed, then lays down next to me. He kicks one leg over my legs and runs his hand over my leaner encased body. I can feel him pushing his cock against my hand trapped in the sack and I can hear the stretching/rubbing sound of the leather as he slowly grinds into me.

I'm too exhausted to think of anything, so I drift off to sleep, with a smile on my face.  

Part 5

I wake up sometime later (I have no idea what the time is, day or night) and attempt to stretch my body, forgetting that I'm sealed in two layers of leather, but quickly reminded. I stretch as best as I can anyway, as I do the sound of the leather fills the room, causing my dick to twitch. I look down at the leather cocoon that is my body, my cock responds to the sight of the streamlined, singular, limbless form that I've been transformed into. I fixate on the six or so straps that run across and around my body, each locked with a small pad lock, adding to the confinement, imprisoning me within the leather. The sleep sack is a little tight, which I assume is probably from it not meant to be put on over an already leather encased body, but it is still very comfortable.

My dick starts to ache as it reaches the confines of the chastity cage - an all too familiar ache that is increasingly becoming more pleasurable. It's a reminder that I am no longer in control and that I am enjoying it. I subconsciously begin humping my crotch against the unyielding leather of the sleep sack. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the creaking leather while I wait for my Master.

It's not long before he returns. "How's my leather bondage slave doing this morning?"

"I'm doing fine, Master."

He walks up to the bed. "Damn! You sure do look good in that sleep sack, slave."

"Thank you, Master. It does look hot and feels great!" Still humping the sack and not even realizing it.

"Yes, I can see you're enjoying it." He pats my crotch. "Looks like you're all horned up again!? Aren't you quite the leather bondage pig?"

"Yes, Master! Sorry. I can't help it."

"Don't be sorry, slave. Fucken makes me hot knowing that. There will be days when you wake up in the sack, and then go to bed in the sack - kept in it all day and forced to slither around on the floor following me around making sure my boots stay shiny and clean."

Hearing that causes my dick to swell and grind harder against his hand resting on my crotch. "That sounds awesome, Master."

"Yes it will be, slave." Starts rubbing his hand over my crotch. "Such a horny little slave. We're going to have to take care of this again."

"No, Master. Please. I don't want to cum. Want to stay horny for you." I beg, I know it's useless, but I have to try.

He busies himself unlocking everything to get my dick free. "Well this may be the last time depending on how you react to today's training." He starts stroking my dick in a nice steady pace.

"Training?" I ask.

"Don't worry about that now. Close your eyes and think about being locked in this sack all day. Laying on the floor with my boot in front of you. Licking it clean. While my other boot is resting on the back of your neck, making sure you continue licking until I'm satisfied." My dick swells. "That's it, slave. Keep licking my boot. Making me happy and very proud of you."

That's all I needed to hear - It didn't take long for him to milk me dry this time. He moves his hand to my mouth, "Lick the cum off my hand, slave" I do. A little disgusted by it actually. Sounded hot when I was horny, but now that I came, not so much. He also purposely aimed my shots so they would land on the leather sheets rather than the sleep sack. He unlocked the chain and starts pushing me around on the bed to wherever my cum landed and orders me to lick it up as well. "Very good, slave."

"This morning…" (well now I know what time of day it is.) "…you're going to learn your normal bathroom routine." He goes to the closet and returns with a heavy duty rubber collar and replaces the leather collar with it. And then starts unlocking and removing me from the sleep sack and then throws the sleep sack on the floor in front of the closet. Then unlocks all the pad locks on my gear; suit, socks, mitts, chastity jock. "Ok, slave. Remove all the gear and throw it over there." He points at the sleep sack. "Go into the stall and follow the list. Everything you need should be in there. When you're done, kneel here." Points to a matt on the floor in the middle of the room. "There will be set of handcuffs, use them to cuff your hands behind your back and wait for me. Understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good, slave. Now get to it." He slaps my butt. For some reason this makes me feel like a little kid.

Anyway, having been "gearing" myself up for a long time now, I make short work of getting out of everything and head into the stall. I immediately spot the list and begin reading…

1. Go potty
2. Enema - as many times as needed
3. Trim hair - once a week.
4. Shave face, crotch, ass.
5. Brush teeth / rinse with mouth wash
6. Shower - clean everywhere.
7. Rinse down toilet and stall.
8. Dry off completely, especially hair and cock cage.
9. Moisturize any place you shaved - Wipe with towel to remove excess.
10. Wipe down stall with towel.
11. Spray stall with sanitizer.

I look around first to see where everything is kept. Everything needed while showering is sitting on an inset shelf under the shower head. Everything else is stored in a waterproof mirrored cabinet hanging on the wall above the toilet. I also noticed a tiny garbage container inside the cabinet. After taking inventory, I proceed to follow the list.

(1) The toilet doesn't have a "seat" it's just a wide rimmed bowl and there's no water tank or plumbing, just a handle on the wall. I sit down to do my business and jump from the shock of how cold it is. Toilet paper was located in the cabinet, so I used a little to wipe myself. Figured I wouldn't need a lot since, I'll be showering anyway.

(2) I've never given myself an enema before, but it seems rather self explanatory; water goes in water bag, disposable "applicator" goes in ass, squeeze water bag until empty, remove applicator, empty bowels into toilet. Talk about disgusting! Yeah, I was a bit repulsed. Being my first time, I figured it would take several rinses and it did. In the cabinet was a bottle labeled, "Douche - use on final rinse.", so on what I thought would be my final enema I used the contents of that bottle. I rinsed and emptied the water bag just in case and hung it back up.

(3) I pull the clippers from the cabinet and start buzzing off my hair, aiming for the toilet, since it's fairly long (compared to the attachment length, No. 4) and probably won't just rinse away. Wasn't sure if I was supposed to or not, but I also trimmed my armpits. I noticed a little brush and bottle of oil sitting next to the clippers, so I used them to clean it.

(4) On the shelf under the shower head there was a can of shaving cream, a disposable razor, a ceramic bowl and sitting behind those was a small mirror propped up against the wall. I turned the shower on and got myself soak and filled up the bowl with water. Turned the shower off and lathered up and shaved my face first. Rinsed and refilled the bowl and repeated that for both my crotch and ass. rinsed and cleaned everything and threw out the razor.

(5) Self explanatory really.

(6) Found shampoo, conditioner, face wash and body wash. Hanging under the body was a rag. Got myself all cleaned up. Noticed Q-Tips in the cabinet so I used those to clean my ears.

(7) Grabbed the shower head and pretty much rinsed EVERYTHING, making sure not even a hair was left.

(8) Dried off as much as I could with the towel. Had to use the hair dryer to finish my head and the cock cage.

(9 - 11) Self explanatory.

I hung my towel back up where I found it and went over to the matt, kneeled, grabbed the cuffs, and cuffed my hands behind my back. As I waited I noticed all the gear was gone except the sleep sack, some rope and a heavy duty looking leather hood. It wasn't long before he returned to the room.

"All clean, slave?" He said as he approached me.

"Yes, Master."

He walked by me to inspect the stall. "Very nice, slave. Everything looks good. You threw the razor out?"

Now worried. "Yes, Master. Sorry, it was disposable. I thou…."

"Not a big deal. Like you said, it was disposable, but you should be able to get two uses out of them."

"Yes, Master. I will remember."

He walks back over to me and inspects my body. Feels my crotch and balls. "Lean forward and stick your butt in the air." He slides his hand over my ass and in between my crack. "You give yourself an enema?"

"Yes, Master. Was the first one I ever had."

"Really? How many times did you have to rinse?" He pulls me back into upright sitting position.

"Four, Master. Wasn't pretty." Embarrassed to say.

He laughs. "They usually aren't, but they are necessary. You won't have to do that everyday. I'll let you know when it's not needed. Pretty good job overall, slave. Well done." He pats my head.

"Thank you, Master." His approval makes me feel proud of myself.

"Let's get the cage back on before it becomes a difficult task." He squirts a little baby oil into his hand and rubs it all over the cage. He installs the base cock ring and easily slides the cage over my soft dick and locks it up. "There much better. Eh, slave."

"Yes, Master. Thank you."

"Alright, get up and kneel on the fuck bench, so I can get the plug back in."

I get up and walk over to the bench. I climb up on my knees and lean over giving him easy access. As soon as I get myself situated he straps my torso to the bench and also buckles up the ankle straps. I then feel him squirting lube into my ass and then pushing (more like screwing) the plug into me. This procedure takes all of 30 seconds. He grabs the towel I used to shower with and wipes off any excess lube on my ass and baby oil around my crotch. When done he throws the towel towards the door and walks to the bed to get the hood. Before sliding it over my head he shows it to me. Looks like a Mr. S "Heavy Duty" hood, the one with the 3 straps encircling the head. This one, like most of his gear, has been slightly modified; the grommet over the mouth has been enlarged to accommodate a breathing tube. He also has in his hand another strange looking gag. It looks more like a mouth guard, except it's made from rubber, is much bigger, and has a decent size breathing tube built-in. He sets them both down on my back and removes the rubber collar from my neck (was wondering why he felt the need to strap to the bench). He grabs the gag holds it on front of my face, so I open up to allow him to insert it into my mouth. "Bite down and make sure it's properly seated." I do and nod my head. He then slides the hood over my head, making sure the breather tube finds its way through the grommet hole of both the hood and the strap. He quickly laces, zips and locks the hood on, then buckles up and locks the three straps. I can feel him messing about with strap over my mouth, "Can you breath ok?" I nod my. I feel him lock the chain to the collar of the hood, then unbuckle the straps holding me down on the bench.

"We're going to the bed now." He helps off the bench and walks me over to the bed. "Climb on the bed and get on top the sack." I sit and then scoot myself towards the middle of the bed where the sleep sack is. Once in position, he pushes my feet into the sack and pulls the zipper closed up to my crotch. I feel buckling up the leg straps of the sack. He then removes the cuffs and helps my guide my arms into the sleeves and lays me down. Within a minute, the sack zipped, strapped and locked and I am once again a leather encased mummy. I feel some tugging up down the sack on both sides, then at my shoulders and ankles. "Ok, slave. Try and wiggle around." I try, but can't at all. "Did you hear me?" I nod my head. "Can you move at all?" I shake my head. "Good, slave. This morning we're going to work on you being able to trust me and hopefully at the same time help you with your claustrophobia issues. Sound good?" I nod my head. "So here's what's going to happen; whenever you feel like you're going to have a panic attack, I want you to shake your head for me. I'm going to then talk you down from it. After a few times, if the attacks get further apart, I'm then going to leave the room for a specified amount of time. Each time I do, the time will be extended. Hopefully, after enough training, you'll be able to learn how to talk yourself down and eventually not need to. Understand?" I nod my head again. "Good, slave." He pats my head. "Once again, slave. You've got my cock rock hard." I moan. "That's right, slave. When we're done, I'm going to be able to store you away like this for hours at a time. Take you out when I want to play. You like that?" I moan and nod my head. "Of course you do, salve. You want me to completely control you and force you. Don't you, Slave?" I nod again. "Very good, slave. You make me very happy. You make my cock very happy too." Again, I moan. "Now just relax. Either try and sleep or concentrate on something you like, something that makes you happy. Try not to think about being trapped like this forever." I groan. I hear him laugh. "Sorry, slave. Couldn't resist."

Then silence. I strain to listen for anything, but hear nothing. After only a few minutes, I start to get worried. Did he leave me like this? I grunt and few times. "I'm still here, slave. This is the trust part I was talking about. I told you I'm not going to leave you, I don't care if the house is burning down around us. Okay?" I nod my head. "Now remember that I am here even if you don't hear anything and let's try again."

Silence again. Every once in a while I do hear something, but just assume my mind is playing tricks on me. The first thing I start to dwell on, is the hood I'm locked in. It feels so wonderful having leather encasing my head. The leather is all I can smell, it's so wonderful. I can feel my dick begin to swell. And it is so confining, I can feel it pressing in all over my head, I wish I could rub my hands around on the outside. I try to flex all the muscles on my head, forehead, ears, jaw, it's very difficult to. Opening my jaw is impossible, the strap that runs under it to the top of the hood has clamped shut on the gag in my mouth. Which is actually very comfortable. The tube on the inside slightly angles up so my tongue doesn't block it. I like the fact that the gag aligns the upper and bottom jaws. I have a slight overbite, so my lower jaw never sits properly in hoods. This gag moves the jaw forward and forces it to stay, allowing my head to properly fit in the hood. I'll definitely have to ask if he would be willing to use this gag more often, if and when possible. As I'm enjoying the hood, I feel it. Almost like a tiny black hole in my mind sucking all other thoughts out. I wish I knew what it is that triggers it? Within an instant I'm overwhelmed with feelings of dread and my mind starts its decent. I start shaking my head and grunting.

Immediately I feel his hand on my chest, "Calm down, slave. I'm here." Then I feel his other hand rubbing the side of my hooded head. "You're okay. You're not going anywhere. Nothing is going to happen to you. I'm here to make assure you'll be okay. Just breath slow and deep." I take a a very deep breathe and exhale. "That's it, slave, slow and deep." I do it a few more times and the dreadfulness slowly fades away and I calm down. "That's it, slave. Think about the feelings you're having right now. They'll help you calm down on your own when you need it." He starts rubbing his hand over my face. "Instead of feeling trapped and stuck, which you are not, you need to flip that into feeling protected and safe, which you are. I know you're here. Remember, I bound you up and want to keep you like this. You're safe with me. Think of it as me hugging you, holding you in my embrace, because I don't want to let you go and lose you." Not only has he calmed me down, but now I'm fucking turned on. "Feeling better?" I moan and nod my head. He slides his hand down over my crotch, and I immediately begin humping into it. "That's it, slave. This is me having total and complete control over you."
I moan again. "That's right, slave. Not only are you locked in the sack and hood, but the chains holding you down on the bed are also locked. No one can take you away from me. You're all mine and only mine. Ok, slave?" I nod my again. "I know you're going to get through this and make me proud." I nod and moan. "Good, slave." I start whining when he removes his hands and I can no longer feel his touch.

I'm left to myself again. And instead of trying to think around my issue, I attempt to tackle the problem head on. Is my problem that I'm afraid I'll be trapped like this forever? Am I afraid of not being able to breath? I definitely have a fear of not being able to breath or more accurately, the possibility of my breathing being cut off and not being able to do anything about it. I know I can breath fine at the moment - I take a deep breathe - there's a decent size breather tube for my mouth and nostril holes for my nose, so there's no apparent danger at the moment. So my problem tends to be with, what if? If I could just keep my mind in the moment and away from what MIGHT happen, then I would be fine. If I could learn to relax and embrace the complete loss of control, then I could enjoy this for longer periods of time. He's right; I am helpless, but I'm not stuck or trapped, I am bound up so he can enforce his dominance over me, control me, own me. I am bound up like this, because he gets off having a slave under his complete control. I attempt to move various parts of my body to test the leather he has me imprisoned in. I can rock my hips, move my feet, and of course, move my head. I take a deep breath and moan. Feeling how complete my bondage is, my dick responds and attempts to get hard again. I moan again from the ache as it reaches the confines of the cage and begin humping the inside of the sack. I'm really starting to enjoy the feeling of the cage suppressing my hard on and wonder how long he plans on forcing me to wait before I get to cum again. I think about the fact that I may never touch my own dick again. And then think about how thorough he is at making sure I'm never in a position to free myself and kept under his control at all times. I wonder if I'll ever have a moment where there would be an opportunity for me to get away. He does basically own and control me now and could indefinitely keep me as his bondage slave. Would this really be such a bad life? The leather, bondage, chastity, control, cock worshipping, fucking are all great, but I've only been here a day, so it would be stupid of me to assume that this is all there is. We never really discussed all the things he likes to get into and do. We could never get beyond the bondage and leather. Speaking of leather, I can't wait to see him in his leather again. It made him look so Masterful and made me want to submit to him and do anything he wanted. I think about spending time licking his boots, chewing on that cod piece, feeling his gloved hand cover my mouth. Fuck am I getting horny. I groan from the frustration of the cage holding back my hard on. I continue to think of all the "fun" we're going to have all the things he might want to do and try and wonder if he's thinking the same. He did mention that he has never had a full-time slave before, so this is something new for him as well. That gets me excited thinking that he picked me. But that also makes me wonder, what if he decides he's not ready? I can't see how that could be, so far, he's played me like a fiddle…

I feel his hand on my chest, "Hey, slave. Are you doing okay in there?" I nod my head. "Good. You're doing really well. Better than I thought." He rubs his hand down the side of the hood. "I think you're ready to be left alone." I shake my head and groan a bit. "Yes, I think so. I've got a few things to do, but will be back shortly." He pats the side of the hood and I hear the door open and shut. I try to lay still to try and hear if he's actually gone. I hear nothing, he must've really gone.