by Frglee
Part 1
Part 1
by Anonymous Underground
Hi! My name is ,well,shall we say,Anonymous, and I live in a large house in the suburbs of a city somewhere.I guess that is wrong as I do not really live in a house and,well,l am alive but I do not really live. I literally exist,I suppose, in the garden of this large house. I used to own the house but I no longer do It was taken from me a while back,maybe a couple of years,though it is hard to work out how much time has passed,here in the dark.
To all intents and purposes I do not exist. My master and keeper,who allows me to live,who looks after my every need in fact, has allowed me to communicate with the outside world on this occasion only. He thought it might be nice to describe my situation,though of course he censors everything I type.He wouldn't want me to give too much away as to who I am,who he is and where all this is happening.I do not think anyone is looking for me or even cares where I am,except of course, my keeper.He cares for me very much.That is why he has imprisoned and isolated me from everyone but himself .
I am at present staring at a small computer screen placed in a visor over my eyes.. Sometimes it is on and sometimes it is off. I can see nothing else other than the screen however hard I try. Sometimes it is just a dark blue colour. This usually appears for a while before it comes on properly.I can surf some sites although I am not permitted to interact online with anyone other than my keeper and he is pretty uncommunicative much of the time. He usually has instructions for me,some to do with sex,some to do with work he needs me to do for him. This is usually in the form of writing articles and stories for him.
Let me explain. I am sealed up in a chamber deep underground.I was told I am actually under the swimming pool that I was having built in the garden . But I am not sure where I am. It is very dark here and very very quiet..It is not cold and I am not uncomfortable other than being immobilised..I am not quite sure of the dimensions of the chamber but I suspect it is a coffin. I am actually upright but my body is supported by rubber air cushions so I feel a little as if I am floating.Sometimes my muscles are 'exercised' by electroshocks and there are some tensing and relaxing exercises I have to do.The inflatable cushions also pump up and down and impart a gentle relaxing movement. This is all important to keep up my muscle tone and keep me healthy.
I can move a little but no more than a matter of a few centimetres in any direction. I certainly cannot escape...there is no way I can move my hands enough .My arms are kind of in a space surrounded by the airbags.. I know I am dressed in plastic and I know there are lots of tubes around me as well as harnesses and a mask.Over my face there is a kind of rubber or plastic orinasal mask.This is actually very soft and comfortable.I suspect it is some sort of anaesthesia mask.When I try to move my head in the space allowed I can feel it is quite heavy and there seem to be tubes attached.
Through the mask there is a gag and through the gag there are several tubes. I can breathe through my nose tubes but there is also a mouth breathing system .Two tubes with rubber nipples supply me with water and a kind of gruel.They are at opposite sides of my mouth and I have learnt to suck on one side of my mouth at a time. The gruel has no flavour but when I am hungry it makes me feel better. Sometimes drugs are fed to me through the water...I can taste the bitterness of them in the water sometimes but usually my keeper tells me what to expect and why. He is strangely considerate,considering he has entombed me in a coffin underground.
I breathe slowly and regularily through the mask. I have no choice for my air is pumped in in regular quantities. At first I hated this and fought it. But now I am used to it.It is quite restful really having my breathing done for me by a machine.Sometimes the air I breathe changes,but more about that later.....
I am sometimes washed as warm water is pumped through the loose plastic suit. Air can also be pumped through the suit and this is usually warm and comforting after my 'bedbath'. I feel I have no body hair any more but I do not know why. Perhaps I am given drugs to stop it growing or somehow washed with a depilitory gel..Toilet functions seem to be automatic.I guess I must be permanently entubed and cathetered. There is an enema capability as well. This can be very pleasurable or very very uncomfortable,depending on how 'co-operative' I am.
There are also electrodes attached to me,some through piercings but I know there is a metal urethral tube that can be charged as well as a steel cockring and metal chastity device. An enema tube also seems to be connected. Once I was given a salt water enema and felt the shocks deep in my guts. The electro is a mixed blessing.It can be a reward or a punishment..It can hurt me and it can make me cum.
I am actually immobilised quite severely.Even my plastic covered hands are in mitts that feel like boxers gloves but there is something rather unusual in them. There are a couple of contacts that enable me to control the cursor on the screen.I have actually got very proficient at typing like this using a keyboard designed for disabled people. In the visor over my eyes.I can read things, write things like I am doing now. Also I am permitted to surf the net without interaction,I can look at images from my keepers extensive memory store, and even watch films sometimes when it is permitted. The films are usually short and of a BDSM nature. My keeper knows how much I love rubber and plastic gear and is always looking for new films for me to see.There is a lot on the internet as well that I can access though I know my surfing is monitored.
With the films I am electrostimmed to orgasm .This happens about once every three days usually.. The programme is always the same. It takes about 30 minutes and builds up until I cannot stop from cumming. I tried once to resist but it made no difference.There are contacts through my nipple piercings as well as the genital stuff I mentioned. The programme is quite clever and once it starts I know every phase by heart. I love the programme. The programme is what I live for really. From the gentle ting at the startle through to the sequenced shocks that feel like my dick and asshole are being gripped and tugged roughly,I love every second.
In the dark I am sometimes left to myself,with the visor screen off for a while. Once it was off for a long time and I got frightened it would never return,but it did. I asked my keeper why but there was no reply to this question.He does not always answer questions.
I remember when I first met my keeper. He was very much the kind of guy I always liked,appearance wise.I would describe him but that is not permitted,nor is the way we initially met. I found he had an extensive bondage collection,just as he had said online. We spent quite a bit of time playing with my limits being very much stretched and explored over about a dozen meets. Me very much the passive guy in full bondage,him very much the facilitator. He loved to see guys bound and immobilised for long periods and I loved helping him enjoy this but it took quite a while for me to get through the overnight barrier.I did though and we explored further.My keeper is concerned for my welfare and was very interested to see how I responded and what could be done to make the experiece better for me. He seemed to like to discuss what I was going through...I think he gets off on it,lol!
The scenes kind of got better and better,at least for me. I did not understand him well enough I guess and i thought the way he concentrated on me was a way of showing his fondness, That may have been partly true but I think I understand his motivations better now.He wants and needs to control other men. He wants to know that they only live through his good graces. He needs to know that they are grateful for his allowing them to live.
The box underground was actually my idea. We talked at great length what might be needed for an extensive session. I had read about guys who had been sealed up in boxes underground for several weeks with tubes from the surface supplying them with air,water and liquid food though I had no idea how toilet arrangements were taken care of. Turned out a lot the 'waste removal' could be done with tubes and pumps as well.
My keeper had a contact with a steel coffin that was surplus to requirements. A deal equitable to both parties was made and it was transported in a long crate to my house one day,
We decided to give it a go.I had never seen such an item and was very curious as to the possibilities. The box was indeed coffin shaped,but it was made of steel plate and very well made at that.. Inside there was padding and several holes to enable breathing and tubes for water and such like. I tried the box over a weekend at my keepers house.I full body slowly kitted up in two rubber suits with sheaths,then sat down inside the coffin on the vinyl padding.My keeper put on the heavy rubber hood with the integral gag and feeding tube. Then my legs were hoisted up and a kind of rubber leg sheath,made of heavyweight latex was pulled up them to my waist,then tightly belted up The rubber suits I was in were tight and not so comfortableBut this is how they had been made for me.My hands were placed in rubber inflatable bondage mitts and were locked to the waist belt through D rings at my wrist.There were no toilet arrangements and over the two days I slowly filled up the sheath with my own waste.This was odd for me,I am not into scat or even piss really but the feeling of my rubber covered legs sliding aroung in a kind of warm wet mess was quite stimulating. Or maybe it was my head enjoying the humiliation?
I got frustrated a few times,I remember and tried to get out.It was all to no avail but the sliding around in the rubber,in the dark restrictive box got me hot. I got so horny but it was so hard to cum. By flexing my dick again and again I could slowly feel the beginning of the wonderful warm feeling that starts an orgasm. When I did cum,there was a lot of gasping through the breathing tubes.Whilst perfectly adequate for normal respiration,they were quite restictive when I was breathing heavily. That kind of added to the thrill.The second time I came I tried not to get so worked up mindful of the frightening feeling of suffocation as I would begin to cum.It was just as bad and my heart beat loudly as I gasped to breathe whilst stars went off in my head.
I sucked on the nipple in the gag for water which sometimes had a kind of glucose taste to it,but I was told later that there were other nutrients in the mix. I was wearing a very heavy rubber bondage mask and this had been clipped by D rings to hooks on the side of the coffin. There was practically no head movement possible.It was very tight too,buckles on the side being done up so hard it made me gasp at first but after a while I didn't even feel it. No eye holes and two nostril tubes along with the butterfly gag that had a breathing tube and the rubber nipple for feeding.I could hear nothing at all except the loudest sounds,such as the steel coffin being shut.At one time I thought I heard a regular tapping and then I realised that my keeper was probably lying on the lid jerking off!
When I was let out on the first Sunday evening there was a fair bit of cleaning up to do.The rubber needed thorough washing as did I. There was little conversation with my keeper,I think he was sad he had had to let me free. I had initially welcomed release,almost craving it....but the long hours of near immobilsation in the steel box in tight rubber was conditioning me for more.
Every night the next week I jerked off thinking of the box.every day at work thinking of Friday evening when I would next visit my keeper,my master,the man I had come to love. And he loves me. He tells me so,even though I am trapped forever by him in this box,deep underground. No one else will ever love me and no one else will ever be loved by him.
In the next chapter I will tell how I came to be entombed permanently.
The Coffin part 2 by Anonymous Underground
The meetings with my keeper went on .I looked forward to them enormously and it seemed my life was revolving around them. I could hardly concentrate on my work and my line manager,I recall,made it very clear that he thought I needed to 'shape up or ship out'...I couldn't care less,really. Work had become little more than a drudge for me. A soulless job that once had prospects but held no interest for me any more.I felt that so much in my life had become a failure,and I was pretty unhappy,but just got on with life stoically.
I had the house,it is true.left to me by my mother when she had died. There had been some money as well but I still needed to work to pay the bills.I'd been kind of just existing for years...a trip to the bars sometimes,trying to connect,never having much luck...A lot was just work/eat/sleep stuff and I was bored and becoming dulled by routine and tedium.....The net filled a lot of holes in my life and got me in touch with interesting people. My bondage interests grew and I had a few interesting sessions with guys online.... For me,it was the start of the learning curve.But there was something very special about the last guy I met . he actually is the very last guy I shall ever know and the very last I want to .He is my God,he is my keeper Through him I live and enjoy life and health and happiness.
In a box,underground,forever.....
My keeper is not the warmest or most social of guys,I am sure he will admit to that. He is however a considerate guy, polite,attentive if a little formal. He is also quite inventive,good with his hands building things....We got on well enough at a certain level but he seemed not to be too fond of either close physical contact or romantic stuff with me,at least nothing was ever said about that when I first knew him.
I adored him from the first minute we met...his apparent indifference did drive me crazy but I got used to it. A glance at me from his intense eyes was enough to have my heart beating faster.Then he would look away quickly,almost embarrassed at the intimacy.... His one pleasure was to see me in tight inescapable bondage,and that is how he would get his relief...I never saw him cum...he always insisted I be masked and blindfolded. But I could hear him and even feel him spraying cum across the rubber or leather hood I was wearing. He used to yell at me as well as he jerked off over me...nasty abusive stuff sometimes,but he told me afterwards a few times it was all part of the game and that I should not take it personally.
A lot was about my immobilisation and his pleasure.I just loved being under the control of this guy. He never said very much to me but it didn't matter...actions speak louder than words I guess....The sessions at the start resulted in me having to cum later,usually when I had got home However there were a few times I came without any stimulation. This was rare.
It was decided that I was to be introduced to electrostimming and we had several sessions devoted to stretching my limits and acclimitising me to stimming programmes.This was done in a vacsac and immobilised for hours in tight clinging rubber,on my back on the floor,hardly able to breathe through a rebreather bag system. I would always cum eventually,but it was hard work at first.Sometimes it was bloody uncomfortable but I slowly got into the swing of it. Now I rarely cum without stimming.Its quite difficult to cum without electricity,given the degree of my immobilisation,but not impossible.
And so the months passed,weekend after weekend of immobilisation and experiment,going further and further into seeing what was possible.There was even less social contact with my keeper.Basically,when I arrived at his place we would get started... I took to going directly to his house Friday after work,getting kitted up in my latex catsuit and then down one of many avenues of weekend bondage depending on my keepers mood. He had a certain amount of bondage gear,some homemade like the bondage table and chair,St Andrews cross and so on but was not that well off. I took to buying things on his wish list for him and so we began to build a collection of interesting gear together. The inflatable sleepsack was an early purchase followed, I think, shortly afterwards by a leather strapped bag which went over the sleepsack. Quite a few bits of steel too including shackles and harness gear,even a steel corset and cock and ball chastity steelwork...All very costly but all put to great use. I was aware that I was my keepers only contact,and that he devoted his spare time solely to me. It became accepted that my weekends were spent at his place,under his control.He was interested to see what I liked and what did not work so well for me...We used to chat a little while on the Sunday evenings after my release when I would help him tidy up before heading back to my house.
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As I have said,the steel coffin was obtained a while after we first met. It was originally made by a craftsman many years ago.......the original idea was to try it and to ensure my full immobilisation in full bondage for the weekend...there was simply no escape.
Let me describe it,for it is my home now and I know every inch of it intimately. These days it is upright underground but we used to place it horizontally on the floor in my keepers playroom as it was far too heavy to move about. .It looks like,well...a normal coffin! It's of quite impressive dimensions which it has to be as I am quite a large guy..... It is made of dull steel and the exterior is rough and grey blue in colour with a slight sheen...The lid is on a hinge but it is very heavy indeed. There are screws that go around the lid which are tightened with Allen keys..the lid is very well designed and made for when it closes it makes a very good seal...Inside the lid and the coffin everything is padded with foam covered with latex sheet.The latex has a strong rubber smell which turns me on from across the room.....Of course whilst I am in it I am breathing from the outside air source through a rubber mask. I can feel it though for when the lid is shu tIt is very restrictive in there,in the dark box...just the rubber pushing in on me.... There are also inflatable rubber bladders under the latex as well.. these can be pumped up and effectively squeeze me inside the box...so tight I can hardly move or breathe at all.There are various holes at the feet end into which can be inserted hoses. The original project had not been completed although the inflatable bladders inside worked very well,maybe a little too well for the partner of the original owner,which is why we were lent it. Of course we bought it pretty soon after as my keeper had certain ideas for its further development.....
It became a moveable feast and we experimented with many combinations of gear inside. The toilet arrangements being particularily hard to get right at first. Catheterisation and a fiendish enema system for flushing out waste were gradually developed...It was taking several hours to get set up for this each Friday evening but we got into a routine after a while. Setting up the stimming contacts also took some time and there was an element of trial and error in the early sessions to see what worked best for me.... Then there came the choice of immobilsation techniques inside the box...it might range from full multilayered rubber bondage complete with inflatable rubber mitts,leg irons and handcuffs. Sometimes it was in full leather gear,or even plastic tranny gear...the latter not really to my taste but very much to my keepers and there was an element of humilation in gearing me up in the kit which was a bit of a turn on...
The experiments with steel gear inside the coffin were the most uncomfortable. The steel corset and harness was pretty unbearable after a few hours and made it very hard for me to get any kind of comfort in the coffin. The arm and leg shackles were joined by lengths of heavy chain which rattled at my every movement. One session my keeper opened the box mid-session which he had never done before so fed up with me rattling the chains... the chains were tightened with shorter links so that I was intensely immobilsed in the coffin...I was so uncomfortable that night ...I could not sleep and wept with frustration and discomfort. My keeper checked that everything was alright several times and asked if I wanted release....my reply was in the negative,two grunts through the gag...I have never asked for release,never...... Maybe that was the turning point for me,maybe that was the night that everything changed...I felt like a huge dam of repression,fear and self hatred had burst within me.I began to float on a sea of endorphins and saw bright lights in the darkness,,I drifted and dreamed in wonder at the sensations,floating with my fantasies it was truly an epiphany! Nothing could ever be the same again.... After that,everything was different...I knew that this was good and this what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.
Funny to think.I used to shake with nerves and excitement at the start of each session in the coffin as it was so intense. I think the thing that excited and terrified me the most was the breath control element.Through various masks and hoses I was connected to an air supply of sorts exterior to the coffin.There was a lot of experimentation in the early stages but such was the magic of our bondage connection I never really felt in danger...a bit short of breath maybe! I knew that my keeper had expertise with breathing equipment and that several trials were made with strange smelling gases that made my head spin...A hospital tower held breathing bags and a bubbler and there was even a cylinder of emergency oxygen which could be connected into my breathing system. The BC stuff is a funny thing...I was not into it at all when we first played but my keeper insisted I persevere with it. He has a very intense fetish for breathing equipment and anaesthesia gear. In the early days this was little more than a gasmask atached to a rebreather bag or a filter for me with maybe a bit of poppers or nitrious oxide added to the breathing loop....now it is somewhat more sophisticated. I do not breathe anything that does not come from a cylinder and we have banks of them,with some interesting breathing mixes....
We had to devise a system for feeding me fluid and nutrition and this was done in the early sessions by using an S6 hooded gasmask which has an integral drinking nipple.It was easy to connect this to a bottle outside the coffin and could be made to supply me with cool water,glucose solution or even a thicker liquid food which was used with parients in hospitals who could not eat properly.All I had to do was suck on the rubber nipple and my demands were met. We played with gags linked to this nipple,the safest of which was an inflatable rubber butterfly gag. Later on I would have soft plastic rubbeyr mouth implants made for me...this is what I have now permanently in my mouth so I cannot bite my tongue when my head is compressed by the inflatable hood system.
The general idea after kitting me up and getting me into the coffin locked up and checking that everything was working OK...it always was...my keeper was meticulous to a fault. I would then be left for a while to settle down and relax...it was hard to say for how long....you pretty fast lose track of time in the darkness....sometimes I might drift off to sleep for short periods.... But after a while there would be the slight tingle of the stimming set up starting up. Now this is a programme and there are about a dozen different ones that we use, the estim machine is connected to a computer. I learnt to recognize these programmes after a while and they would go through cycles that built up to my cumming.I think it was important to get the first cum out of the way. That was always within a few hours of me arriving on the Friday. Then we could relax a little... the routine was not always set in stone but there would be sessions when the activity would be very intense with several hours of BC and stimming,maybe an enema or two ...then there would be quiet periods....at first I would find it hard to sleep in bondage but after a while I would drift off like a baby,snoring away in the coffin I am told.... the following 2 days would be much the same.My keeper enjoyed playing with me,kind of torturing me but also trying to see if he could make me groan with pleasure....making me cum was never too hard...some weekends the scene was about seeing if he could get me to cum again and again...some weekends the bondage in the coffin was more about my personal reflection and quietness...My keeper sometimes did not want to play with me but knew that I understood and that I was happy inside the steel box,ready in case he did.
I never worried about his gratification as I knew that he got off on me immobilsed and trapped in the coffin big time. I could not hear much or see anything but I knew when he was near and I knew when he was making love to me in my steel coffin.....even though I was tightly bound and controlled inside and he was outside,savouring my every groan,twitch and gasp...sometimes he would time his cumming to my cumming with the stimming...I would feel the coffin being hit by his cum spraying over the lid.
But these weekend sessions were nothing for what was to come which I shall describe in the next chapter.
Hi! My name is ,well,shall we say,Anonymous, and I live in a large house in the suburbs of a city somewhere.I guess that is wrong as I do not really live in a house and,well,l am alive but I do not really live. I literally exist,I suppose, in the garden of this large house. I used to own the house but I no longer do It was taken from me a while back,maybe a couple of years,though it is hard to work out how much time has passed,here in the dark.
To all intents and purposes I do not exist. My master and keeper,who allows me to live,who looks after my every need in fact, has allowed me to communicate with the outside world on this occasion only. He thought it might be nice to describe my situation,though of course he censors everything I type.He wouldn't want me to give too much away as to who I am,who he is and where all this is happening.I do not think anyone is looking for me or even cares where I am,except of course, my keeper.He cares for me very much.That is why he has imprisoned and isolated me from everyone but himself .
I am at present staring at a small computer screen placed in a visor over my eyes.. Sometimes it is on and sometimes it is off. I can see nothing else other than the screen however hard I try. Sometimes it is just a dark blue colour. This usually appears for a while before it comes on properly.I can surf some sites although I am not permitted to interact online with anyone other than my keeper and he is pretty uncommunicative much of the time. He usually has instructions for me,some to do with sex,some to do with work he needs me to do for him. This is usually in the form of writing articles and stories for him.
Let me explain. I am sealed up in a chamber deep underground.I was told I am actually under the swimming pool that I was having built in the garden . But I am not sure where I am. It is very dark here and very very quiet..It is not cold and I am not uncomfortable other than being immobilised..I am not quite sure of the dimensions of the chamber but I suspect it is a coffin. I am actually upright but my body is supported by rubber air cushions so I feel a little as if I am floating.Sometimes my muscles are 'exercised' by electroshocks and there are some tensing and relaxing exercises I have to do.The inflatable cushions also pump up and down and impart a gentle relaxing movement. This is all important to keep up my muscle tone and keep me healthy.
I can move a little but no more than a matter of a few centimetres in any direction. I certainly cannot escape...there is no way I can move my hands enough .My arms are kind of in a space surrounded by the airbags.. I know I am dressed in plastic and I know there are lots of tubes around me as well as harnesses and a mask.Over my face there is a kind of rubber or plastic orinasal mask.This is actually very soft and comfortable.I suspect it is some sort of anaesthesia mask.When I try to move my head in the space allowed I can feel it is quite heavy and there seem to be tubes attached.
Through the mask there is a gag and through the gag there are several tubes. I can breathe through my nose tubes but there is also a mouth breathing system .Two tubes with rubber nipples supply me with water and a kind of gruel.They are at opposite sides of my mouth and I have learnt to suck on one side of my mouth at a time. The gruel has no flavour but when I am hungry it makes me feel better. Sometimes drugs are fed to me through the water...I can taste the bitterness of them in the water sometimes but usually my keeper tells me what to expect and why. He is strangely considerate,considering he has entombed me in a coffin underground.
I breathe slowly and regularily through the mask. I have no choice for my air is pumped in in regular quantities. At first I hated this and fought it. But now I am used to it.It is quite restful really having my breathing done for me by a machine.Sometimes the air I breathe changes,but more about that later.....
I am sometimes washed as warm water is pumped through the loose plastic suit. Air can also be pumped through the suit and this is usually warm and comforting after my 'bedbath'. I feel I have no body hair any more but I do not know why. Perhaps I am given drugs to stop it growing or somehow washed with a depilitory gel..Toilet functions seem to be automatic.I guess I must be permanently entubed and cathetered. There is an enema capability as well. This can be very pleasurable or very very uncomfortable,depending on how 'co-operative' I am.
There are also electrodes attached to me,some through piercings but I know there is a metal urethral tube that can be charged as well as a steel cockring and metal chastity device. An enema tube also seems to be connected. Once I was given a salt water enema and felt the shocks deep in my guts. The electro is a mixed blessing.It can be a reward or a punishment..It can hurt me and it can make me cum.
I am actually immobilised quite severely.Even my plastic covered hands are in mitts that feel like boxers gloves but there is something rather unusual in them. There are a couple of contacts that enable me to control the cursor on the screen.I have actually got very proficient at typing like this using a keyboard designed for disabled people. In the visor over my eyes.I can read things, write things like I am doing now. Also I am permitted to surf the net without interaction,I can look at images from my keepers extensive memory store, and even watch films sometimes when it is permitted. The films are usually short and of a BDSM nature. My keeper knows how much I love rubber and plastic gear and is always looking for new films for me to see.There is a lot on the internet as well that I can access though I know my surfing is monitored.
With the films I am electrostimmed to orgasm .This happens about once every three days usually.. The programme is always the same. It takes about 30 minutes and builds up until I cannot stop from cumming. I tried once to resist but it made no difference.There are contacts through my nipple piercings as well as the genital stuff I mentioned. The programme is quite clever and once it starts I know every phase by heart. I love the programme. The programme is what I live for really. From the gentle ting at the startle through to the sequenced shocks that feel like my dick and asshole are being gripped and tugged roughly,I love every second.
In the dark I am sometimes left to myself,with the visor screen off for a while. Once it was off for a long time and I got frightened it would never return,but it did. I asked my keeper why but there was no reply to this question.He does not always answer questions.
I remember when I first met my keeper. He was very much the kind of guy I always liked,appearance wise.I would describe him but that is not permitted,nor is the way we initially met. I found he had an extensive bondage collection,just as he had said online. We spent quite a bit of time playing with my limits being very much stretched and explored over about a dozen meets. Me very much the passive guy in full bondage,him very much the facilitator. He loved to see guys bound and immobilised for long periods and I loved helping him enjoy this but it took quite a while for me to get through the overnight barrier.I did though and we explored further.My keeper is concerned for my welfare and was very interested to see how I responded and what could be done to make the experiece better for me. He seemed to like to discuss what I was going through...I think he gets off on it,lol!
The scenes kind of got better and better,at least for me. I did not understand him well enough I guess and i thought the way he concentrated on me was a way of showing his fondness, That may have been partly true but I think I understand his motivations better now.He wants and needs to control other men. He wants to know that they only live through his good graces. He needs to know that they are grateful for his allowing them to live.
The box underground was actually my idea. We talked at great length what might be needed for an extensive session. I had read about guys who had been sealed up in boxes underground for several weeks with tubes from the surface supplying them with air,water and liquid food though I had no idea how toilet arrangements were taken care of. Turned out a lot the 'waste removal' could be done with tubes and pumps as well.
My keeper had a contact with a steel coffin that was surplus to requirements. A deal equitable to both parties was made and it was transported in a long crate to my house one day,
We decided to give it a go.I had never seen such an item and was very curious as to the possibilities. The box was indeed coffin shaped,but it was made of steel plate and very well made at that.. Inside there was padding and several holes to enable breathing and tubes for water and such like. I tried the box over a weekend at my keepers house.I full body slowly kitted up in two rubber suits with sheaths,then sat down inside the coffin on the vinyl padding.My keeper put on the heavy rubber hood with the integral gag and feeding tube. Then my legs were hoisted up and a kind of rubber leg sheath,made of heavyweight latex was pulled up them to my waist,then tightly belted up The rubber suits I was in were tight and not so comfortableBut this is how they had been made for me.My hands were placed in rubber inflatable bondage mitts and were locked to the waist belt through D rings at my wrist.There were no toilet arrangements and over the two days I slowly filled up the sheath with my own waste.This was odd for me,I am not into scat or even piss really but the feeling of my rubber covered legs sliding aroung in a kind of warm wet mess was quite stimulating. Or maybe it was my head enjoying the humiliation?
I got frustrated a few times,I remember and tried to get out.It was all to no avail but the sliding around in the rubber,in the dark restrictive box got me hot. I got so horny but it was so hard to cum. By flexing my dick again and again I could slowly feel the beginning of the wonderful warm feeling that starts an orgasm. When I did cum,there was a lot of gasping through the breathing tubes.Whilst perfectly adequate for normal respiration,they were quite restictive when I was breathing heavily. That kind of added to the thrill.The second time I came I tried not to get so worked up mindful of the frightening feeling of suffocation as I would begin to cum.It was just as bad and my heart beat loudly as I gasped to breathe whilst stars went off in my head.
I sucked on the nipple in the gag for water which sometimes had a kind of glucose taste to it,but I was told later that there were other nutrients in the mix. I was wearing a very heavy rubber bondage mask and this had been clipped by D rings to hooks on the side of the coffin. There was practically no head movement possible.It was very tight too,buckles on the side being done up so hard it made me gasp at first but after a while I didn't even feel it. No eye holes and two nostril tubes along with the butterfly gag that had a breathing tube and the rubber nipple for feeding.I could hear nothing at all except the loudest sounds,such as the steel coffin being shut.At one time I thought I heard a regular tapping and then I realised that my keeper was probably lying on the lid jerking off!
When I was let out on the first Sunday evening there was a fair bit of cleaning up to do.The rubber needed thorough washing as did I. There was little conversation with my keeper,I think he was sad he had had to let me free. I had initially welcomed release,almost craving it....but the long hours of near immobilsation in the steel box in tight rubber was conditioning me for more.
Every night the next week I jerked off thinking of the box.every day at work thinking of Friday evening when I would next visit my keeper,my master,the man I had come to love. And he loves me. He tells me so,even though I am trapped forever by him in this box,deep underground. No one else will ever love me and no one else will ever be loved by him.
In the next chapter I will tell how I came to be entombed permanently.
The Coffin part 2 by Anonymous Underground
The meetings with my keeper went on .I looked forward to them enormously and it seemed my life was revolving around them. I could hardly concentrate on my work and my line manager,I recall,made it very clear that he thought I needed to 'shape up or ship out'...I couldn't care less,really. Work had become little more than a drudge for me. A soulless job that once had prospects but held no interest for me any more.I felt that so much in my life had become a failure,and I was pretty unhappy,but just got on with life stoically.
I had the house,it is true.left to me by my mother when she had died. There had been some money as well but I still needed to work to pay the bills.I'd been kind of just existing for years...a trip to the bars sometimes,trying to connect,never having much luck...A lot was just work/eat/sleep stuff and I was bored and becoming dulled by routine and tedium.....The net filled a lot of holes in my life and got me in touch with interesting people. My bondage interests grew and I had a few interesting sessions with guys online.... For me,it was the start of the learning curve.But there was something very special about the last guy I met . he actually is the very last guy I shall ever know and the very last I want to .He is my God,he is my keeper Through him I live and enjoy life and health and happiness.
In a box,underground,forever.....
My keeper is not the warmest or most social of guys,I am sure he will admit to that. He is however a considerate guy, polite,attentive if a little formal. He is also quite inventive,good with his hands building things....We got on well enough at a certain level but he seemed not to be too fond of either close physical contact or romantic stuff with me,at least nothing was ever said about that when I first knew him.
I adored him from the first minute we met...his apparent indifference did drive me crazy but I got used to it. A glance at me from his intense eyes was enough to have my heart beating faster.Then he would look away quickly,almost embarrassed at the intimacy.... His one pleasure was to see me in tight inescapable bondage,and that is how he would get his relief...I never saw him cum...he always insisted I be masked and blindfolded. But I could hear him and even feel him spraying cum across the rubber or leather hood I was wearing. He used to yell at me as well as he jerked off over me...nasty abusive stuff sometimes,but he told me afterwards a few times it was all part of the game and that I should not take it personally.
A lot was about my immobilisation and his pleasure.I just loved being under the control of this guy. He never said very much to me but it didn't matter...actions speak louder than words I guess....The sessions at the start resulted in me having to cum later,usually when I had got home However there were a few times I came without any stimulation. This was rare.
It was decided that I was to be introduced to electrostimming and we had several sessions devoted to stretching my limits and acclimitising me to stimming programmes.This was done in a vacsac and immobilised for hours in tight clinging rubber,on my back on the floor,hardly able to breathe through a rebreather bag system. I would always cum eventually,but it was hard work at first.Sometimes it was bloody uncomfortable but I slowly got into the swing of it. Now I rarely cum without stimming.Its quite difficult to cum without electricity,given the degree of my immobilisation,but not impossible.
And so the months passed,weekend after weekend of immobilisation and experiment,going further and further into seeing what was possible.There was even less social contact with my keeper.Basically,when I arrived at his place we would get started... I took to going directly to his house Friday after work,getting kitted up in my latex catsuit and then down one of many avenues of weekend bondage depending on my keepers mood. He had a certain amount of bondage gear,some homemade like the bondage table and chair,St Andrews cross and so on but was not that well off. I took to buying things on his wish list for him and so we began to build a collection of interesting gear together. The inflatable sleepsack was an early purchase followed, I think, shortly afterwards by a leather strapped bag which went over the sleepsack. Quite a few bits of steel too including shackles and harness gear,even a steel corset and cock and ball chastity steelwork...All very costly but all put to great use. I was aware that I was my keepers only contact,and that he devoted his spare time solely to me. It became accepted that my weekends were spent at his place,under his control.He was interested to see what I liked and what did not work so well for me...We used to chat a little while on the Sunday evenings after my release when I would help him tidy up before heading back to my house.
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As I have said,the steel coffin was obtained a while after we first met. It was originally made by a craftsman many years ago.......the original idea was to try it and to ensure my full immobilisation in full bondage for the weekend...there was simply no escape.
Let me describe it,for it is my home now and I know every inch of it intimately. These days it is upright underground but we used to place it horizontally on the floor in my keepers playroom as it was far too heavy to move about. .It looks like,well...a normal coffin! It's of quite impressive dimensions which it has to be as I am quite a large guy..... It is made of dull steel and the exterior is rough and grey blue in colour with a slight sheen...The lid is on a hinge but it is very heavy indeed. There are screws that go around the lid which are tightened with Allen keys..the lid is very well designed and made for when it closes it makes a very good seal...Inside the lid and the coffin everything is padded with foam covered with latex sheet.The latex has a strong rubber smell which turns me on from across the room.....Of course whilst I am in it I am breathing from the outside air source through a rubber mask. I can feel it though for when the lid is shu tIt is very restrictive in there,in the dark box...just the rubber pushing in on me.... There are also inflatable rubber bladders under the latex as well.. these can be pumped up and effectively squeeze me inside the box...so tight I can hardly move or breathe at all.There are various holes at the feet end into which can be inserted hoses. The original project had not been completed although the inflatable bladders inside worked very well,maybe a little too well for the partner of the original owner,which is why we were lent it. Of course we bought it pretty soon after as my keeper had certain ideas for its further development.....
It became a moveable feast and we experimented with many combinations of gear inside. The toilet arrangements being particularily hard to get right at first. Catheterisation and a fiendish enema system for flushing out waste were gradually developed...It was taking several hours to get set up for this each Friday evening but we got into a routine after a while. Setting up the stimming contacts also took some time and there was an element of trial and error in the early sessions to see what worked best for me.... Then there came the choice of immobilsation techniques inside the box...it might range from full multilayered rubber bondage complete with inflatable rubber mitts,leg irons and handcuffs. Sometimes it was in full leather gear,or even plastic tranny gear...the latter not really to my taste but very much to my keepers and there was an element of humilation in gearing me up in the kit which was a bit of a turn on...
The experiments with steel gear inside the coffin were the most uncomfortable. The steel corset and harness was pretty unbearable after a few hours and made it very hard for me to get any kind of comfort in the coffin. The arm and leg shackles were joined by lengths of heavy chain which rattled at my every movement. One session my keeper opened the box mid-session which he had never done before so fed up with me rattling the chains... the chains were tightened with shorter links so that I was intensely immobilsed in the coffin...I was so uncomfortable that night ...I could not sleep and wept with frustration and discomfort. My keeper checked that everything was alright several times and asked if I wanted release....my reply was in the negative,two grunts through the gag...I have never asked for release,never...... Maybe that was the turning point for me,maybe that was the night that everything changed...I felt like a huge dam of repression,fear and self hatred had burst within me.I began to float on a sea of endorphins and saw bright lights in the darkness,,I drifted and dreamed in wonder at the sensations,floating with my fantasies it was truly an epiphany! Nothing could ever be the same again.... After that,everything was different...I knew that this was good and this what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.
Funny to think.I used to shake with nerves and excitement at the start of each session in the coffin as it was so intense. I think the thing that excited and terrified me the most was the breath control element.Through various masks and hoses I was connected to an air supply of sorts exterior to the coffin.There was a lot of experimentation in the early stages but such was the magic of our bondage connection I never really felt in danger...a bit short of breath maybe! I knew that my keeper had expertise with breathing equipment and that several trials were made with strange smelling gases that made my head spin...A hospital tower held breathing bags and a bubbler and there was even a cylinder of emergency oxygen which could be connected into my breathing system. The BC stuff is a funny thing...I was not into it at all when we first played but my keeper insisted I persevere with it. He has a very intense fetish for breathing equipment and anaesthesia gear. In the early days this was little more than a gasmask atached to a rebreather bag or a filter for me with maybe a bit of poppers or nitrious oxide added to the breathing loop....now it is somewhat more sophisticated. I do not breathe anything that does not come from a cylinder and we have banks of them,with some interesting breathing mixes....
We had to devise a system for feeding me fluid and nutrition and this was done in the early sessions by using an S6 hooded gasmask which has an integral drinking nipple.It was easy to connect this to a bottle outside the coffin and could be made to supply me with cool water,glucose solution or even a thicker liquid food which was used with parients in hospitals who could not eat properly.All I had to do was suck on the rubber nipple and my demands were met. We played with gags linked to this nipple,the safest of which was an inflatable rubber butterfly gag. Later on I would have soft plastic rubbeyr mouth implants made for me...this is what I have now permanently in my mouth so I cannot bite my tongue when my head is compressed by the inflatable hood system.
The general idea after kitting me up and getting me into the coffin locked up and checking that everything was working OK...it always was...my keeper was meticulous to a fault. I would then be left for a while to settle down and relax...it was hard to say for how long....you pretty fast lose track of time in the darkness....sometimes I might drift off to sleep for short periods.... But after a while there would be the slight tingle of the stimming set up starting up. Now this is a programme and there are about a dozen different ones that we use, the estim machine is connected to a computer. I learnt to recognize these programmes after a while and they would go through cycles that built up to my cumming.I think it was important to get the first cum out of the way. That was always within a few hours of me arriving on the Friday. Then we could relax a little... the routine was not always set in stone but there would be sessions when the activity would be very intense with several hours of BC and stimming,maybe an enema or two ...then there would be quiet periods....at first I would find it hard to sleep in bondage but after a while I would drift off like a baby,snoring away in the coffin I am told.... the following 2 days would be much the same.My keeper enjoyed playing with me,kind of torturing me but also trying to see if he could make me groan with pleasure....making me cum was never too hard...some weekends the scene was about seeing if he could get me to cum again and again...some weekends the bondage in the coffin was more about my personal reflection and quietness...My keeper sometimes did not want to play with me but knew that I understood and that I was happy inside the steel box,ready in case he did.
I never worried about his gratification as I knew that he got off on me immobilsed and trapped in the coffin big time. I could not hear much or see anything but I knew when he was near and I knew when he was making love to me in my steel coffin.....even though I was tightly bound and controlled inside and he was outside,savouring my every groan,twitch and gasp...sometimes he would time his cumming to my cumming with the stimming...I would feel the coffin being hit by his cum spraying over the lid.
But these weekend sessions were nothing for what was to come which I shall describe in the next chapter.