The Coffin part 3
In the last part I described how my experiments with a bondage facilitator ended up with me being bound and boxed into a steel coffin most weekends. This ,of course led me to my present situation,buried permantly in a box deep underground . I see now that everything we explored and experimented with was merely a step by step procedure toward what happened next.
We had sorted out many of the problem areas for me entombed in the box. the basic requirements,namely air,water,food,sexual relief and hygeine had kind of been ironed out bit by bit. We were still improving the equipment on a lot after a year into the bondage relationship. I borrowed money against my house and basically told my keeper he could buy what he liked for this project. The money was not wasted...everything spent was well thought out and reasoned carefully...Some items were expensive,and some were not...
The gasmask and butterfly gag with breathing and feeding tubes had been replaced by something far more ergonomic and comfortable. My keeper had met an orthodontist years back who was able to make moulds of the mouth and from that make very precise dental plates and oral cavity fillers. These were used in medical procedures connected with injuries to the jaw and palate. Once the mouth had been modelled using quick setting plastic filler,bottom and upper parts at a time,then these moulds could make a cast which could then be made into a two piece oral plate,made of a kind of hard rubbery plastic.It was quite unreactive with saliva and produced no allergic reactions. This could be inserted into the upper part of the mouth and tightened in place by clamps around the teeth. The bottom plate had a recess for the tongue and also fitted closely and fairly comfortably in place,again clamped to the teeth. Now these two sections could be screwed together producing a gag of great effectiveness through the rather fiendish design. a hole down the centre allowed breathing tunes and feeding tunes to be inserted. It even allowed stomach pump tubes...... No movement at all of the jaw was possible. The unit was neither comfortable or uncomfortable...you just got used to it after a while and almost forgot it was there although the tongue was always frantically exploring its wet prison.
I wore this gag more and more with our sessions and after a while it became obligatory.I felt odd without it in bondage. I even got quite used to it sleeping and missed it the five days a week I slept normally.As an experiment I asked my keeper to leave it in up for me on the Sunday night when I went home...It was odd being unable to speak but to all intents and purposes I looked normal,as long as I did not move my lips to show the black plastic and tube to my throat.It was not possible for me to remove alone. The next week was a holiday and I spent the time alone,mainly at home living off soup and yoghurt sucked through a tube.The following Friday I returned to my keepers house and kitted up,pleased that I had been able to wear the gag all week long. In total I wore it 9 days without a break and could have worn it longer. I felt pleased that I had done so,but it was a testimony to how well made it was.
Another improvement was made to my breathing set up. We designed a rubber helmet with an anaesthetic mask integrated. The hood was of quite heavy rubber with no eye holes and had an inflatable layer. About this time we had a heavyweight latex inflatable suit made for me as well. I remember being measured for it in a most unlikely little shop,but the rubber maker was one of the great exponents of inflatable rubber and perhaps the cleverest manufacturer of them on the planet. It was an unusual way of spending a Saturday for me,not in heavy bondage,and driving a hundred miles to another city with my Keeper..As usual he was not all that communicative but we talked a little about our mutual wishes and desires.
A few weeks later the inflatable suit arrived and an initial 'test drive' revealed that it fit very well and worked well with the hood. The initial scene was with the heavy rubber sleepsack along with the leather overbag we had had made a year earlier. Out of the neck entry to the sleepsack came the tubes for the inlfatable suit along with four sets of wires for the estimming set up...nipples,dick,balls and asshole thru the duopole buttplug.. the gag was in and the hood covered my head with the rubber cup of the anaesthesia mask,with its inflatable rim fitting comfortably over my nose and mouth. I was dressed standing up but laid over the bondage table and strapped aboard. The suit pipes were attached to a small noisy airpump and was partially inflated....My legs and arms were squeezed hard by the rubber inflating under the sleepsack. My keeper let me rest for a while as he could see I was in some discomfort but gradually I got used to it.Some more air was added and I began to hear noises of rubber squealing against rubber as the suit moved within the confiningly tight sleepsack. I was now being squeezed with incredible force all over my body,the pressure built up beautifully all over me....Then the hood was inflated and my skull felt like it might implode...the pressure built up until I groaned loadly through the gag. My keeper asked if all was OK and I grunted once to indicate that it was.I was flying....
A rattle as the screw connectors were placed in my mask breathing ports. From the immediate resistance and the sound of a regulator rasping nearby I guessed that I had been attached to an air cylinder...then I tasted the tingly thickness of the 'air' and realised I had been put on pure oxygen....
Next the tingle on my nips started,soft at first but rising fast into a kind of tug tug tug sensation.....simply due to the skin and muscle contracting and relaxing with the current pulses...It felt good...then became sharper. My hard on was rewarded by a tingle in my dick and a gentle regular throb around my balls and up my asshole.Within a few minutes I realised I had been put on the' Milker' programme which would slowly build up over about an hour to make me cum.It always did,there was no resistance possible. So I lay there,bound to the table,in layers of rubber and leather,tight and immobilised by the inflatable suit...panting with delight at the oxygen entering my mask. I drifted away into an ethereal world,utterly safe,utterly relaxed....The merciless electro was beginning to build up...i had run this programme so many times and knew it would keep me near the edge for a while then there would be a burst of power forcing out the copious hot ejaculate. And so it did as it always did. And I grunted and screamed in pleasure through my gag. And my keeper came within seconds of me as well, yelling and shouting as I felt the familiar feel of his cum shooting over my hooded head.
I slept in inflatable rubber bondage that night and the following...That was the weekend that we did not use the coffin as it had been returned to the guy who had originally made it years ago for some modifications.... And enjoyable although that weekend was trying out the new gear,it was merely testing and preparation for the next stage which did involve the coffin.
The following weekend I arrived at my keepers house early from work on the Friday afternoon after feigning a dental appointment. My keeper had not been working that day and he had gone to fetch the coffin with the new functions.Some of which were to be quite a surprise for me! I knew that the most costly part had been to make the steel box waterproof with seals around the lid. Also,ports had been added to allow for the ingress of pipes and electro whilst keeping the box watertight..... The box or coffin I am in now is also watertight. it has to be,being underground,otherwise it would flood when it rained and water percolated through the soil. I had not really worked out some of the possibilites that my keeper had imagined . It was to be a surprise...and a surprise it certainly was!
We spent the normal laborious work getting me suited up in my first latex layer,wired with electro contacts and getting the gag installed a drinking tube was attached to the port at the side of the gag,by my breathing hole..Then the inflatable suit,carefully feeding the wiring through to the neck.Then the inflatable hood .Standing up,I put my rubbered feet into the rubber sleepsack,located at the bottom end of the steel coffin which was lying on the floor,lid open.when the rubber sleepsack was lifted up my legs and over my waistand finally up to my neck,and zipped shut completely along with the wide buckled neckband,which was tightened. Then I was gently manoeuvered into the coffin by my keeper,on my back and positioned carefully. Now there were wires and plugs to connect up. Then hoses from the inflatable suit and finally the corrugated hoses that led from my mask which were clicked into position on the inside wall of the coffin on either side of my head.. After a break so I could relax and get my bearings my Keeper returned and asked clearly and loudly if I was comfortable and was able to breathe OK....A single grunt from me through the gag....then the drinking tube was attached to the coffin wall by my right shoulder and a valve opened. cool sterile water flowed through,just enough for a few welcome gulps. there were no toilet relief tubes possible at this stage so it was agreed I was just to urinate to my rubber suit as and when.I had not eaten solid food for a day or two before and had given myself an enema that morning so i was fairly sure that there would be no need for defaecation.
One thing I remember so well. A calm reassuring voice saying:
"Whatever happens,trust me.I am here for you,I am watching you.I want you to have a great time,I want you to enjoy this as much as me"
The lid was closed with a gentle hiss and I knew that for the next 50 hours or so my location was ensured.we spent the first few hours getting me acclimatised to the new equipment....I knew that the weekend would hold some interesting experiences for me but I was not quite sure what exactly.It was a sign of the trust in my keeper that I allowed him to do things to me now without discussion and negotiation.I was nervous with anticipation,even shaking like a teenager about to have his first fuck.
One thing that was established early on was that I would not be breathing air at all. There were so many more interesting things to breathe. The default gas seemed to be an enriched air mix of 50% oxygen for longish periods.Pure Oxygen was a special treat sometimes I was told that I was also breathing heliox for a period. there was no mistaking one gas...entonox...I knew well the sweet tingle and the luxuriant feelings it produced. Sometimes I wanted to shout out for more when we returned to the default mix,but of course I could only grunt quietly through the gag.
The inflatable suit and mask were inflated to about half the maximum pressure several times in the way of a testing cycle. I knew that the pumps used had been connected to computer linked servos and much could be controlled from a laptop in the room,including the electro. Every now and again I got a sip or two of glucose water. the electrostimming set up was also tested. and I even though that a programme was being run but my keeper switched it off after a few minutes.Obviously,all this was preparation.For a long time,maybe several hours I was set in stasis as it were with nothing much happeneing,my suit and hood deflated and the elctro switched off...I dozed a bit,tired after the efforts of kitting up.
Then suddenly something very strange happened,something I have never felt before in whilst in bondage. Water was entering the coffin.I had not expected this. the water was tepid,perhaps a little on the cool side maybe. Slowly the water started to fill the coffin. I had not thought this was the idea of the waterproofing seals.I had thought that it was part of a scheme for maybe burying me underground. i had not thought that what can be kept out,can also be kept in!
The water continued flowing in. It worked its way up my side and into the suit through the neckseal.It did not seem to enter my hood though. The neckseal was pretty tight and the neckbrace seemed to prevent it entering. My keeper told me later he had tried it out for himself in the bath and knew that if the hood leaked the orinasal mask with the inflated flange was pretty leak proof. But the hood had stayed dry. I felt the water rising over my head and began to feel panicky. that this might go wrong...that I could drown here in a steel box in the middle of a room!
But I kept breathing and the panic and fear subsided. I remembered the calming words "Trust me". I began to relax enjoying the strange experience of being underwater and in bondage completely unable to escape.There was a bang on the steel lid of the coffin which i took to be a question 'Are you alright" and I made a loud single grunt into my mask. The game could continue. Where were we going? What was to happen next? Very soon afterwards I felt the pressure start to build in my hood and my suit. the airpump had been turned on and no doubt was forcing the water back out of the coffin from whence it had come. the pressure began to build up,remorcelessly. I was being squeezed very hard indeed. I yelped at the pressure and suddenly found myself breathing entonox. the discomfort vanished almost instantly. I loved breathing Nitrous Oxide...I loved the taste and the way it made my head swirl with pleasure. Unbelievable the suit started inflating again,then the hood...With nowhere to expand but the limits of the interior of the steel coffin and my body it began to push in on me so I began to feel it hard to breathe.Pure Oxygen was pumped into me,clearing my head but the awareness of the unbelievable pressure was intensified. A few minutes passed and then mercifully the oressure was released. The suit began to deflate.water began to reenter the coffin and I groaned.
Several cycles of water and inflatable suit pressure ensued....One very fast cycle,I guess. to test out how long it could take to do one complete turn. then for a while the coffin was full of water and i was left breathing quietly in my warm underwater world. but I was getting exhausted and almost frustrated at my inability to escape. I began to wish for the first time to be out of the box and seriously considered giving the two grunts that would mean my release. But I didn't.I was breathing,I was warm,I was OK. I could take more. a LOT more.
Then the suit was inflated and the water left for the last time. Now what i had been waiting for all evening began. with a tingle of the steel band around my glans and the ballweights around my testicles the regular throbbing of the electrostim started. Next came my tits,a gentle tingle turning into a sharp feeling like someone was sticking a needle in them...then a kind of grinding feeling like someone was twisting and poinching them...all from the miracle of minute pulsed electric currents! The bipolar buttplug started up next and I felt my prostate tingling as the current began to flow through to my dick and to my anal sphincter making it twitch with pleasure.
I gasped at the feeling and groaned with pleasure. My jaw clenched down on the hard rubbery feeling gag and I sucked at the plates feeling the saliva bubble through...I tried to recognise the programme being used...I was not sure which one it was,maybe something new obtained just for this session. it had started up surprisingly strongly but was obviously now pacing itself,extending the sensations for me. The inflatable hood began to inflate and deflate in cycles although the suit was pretty much inflated to the max. I was totally immobilised in there Suddenly the oxygen I was breathing had a strong aroma...a strong draught of poppers...Oh Christ,this was all too much to withstand..... . I clenched my rubber ballmitt covered fists and felt the beginning of my orgasm starting...Oh this was too much,I wanted it to last longer,I wanted it not to end so soon...the programme had other ideas. it began to jolt me with peak current loads in a kind of hard grinding through my asshole and dick...i felt my swollen balls throb with the shocks then suddenly the darkness became very light indeed as fireworks burst through my head and I spawned squirt after squirt into my rubber pants feeling the electro shocking and jerking my dick remorcelessly.
The huge yell and the shaking of the coffin gave my keeper it was time to cum as well and he did so,standing over the box with its turmoils within nearly over and eagerly sprayed the lid with line after line of his pearly juice...
With the technology tested and running we decide it is time for an endurance session in the next part where I discover which direction I am inexorably heading.
The Coffin part 4
I somehow knew that my normal 'life' was coming to an end and that circumstance was leading me somewhere different. At the time it was just a feeling but nothing had been thought out or decided. The conversations with my Keeper were always a bit limited,although I began to understand the subtleties of the man more. He will not mind me saying that he is a shy man with hidden depths. I do not think he thinks of himself really as a gay man,but I knew he was obsessed by heavy bondage of young men. Strangely,he was not well known on the scene as such. We had dinner together one Sunday evening and talked a bit about extending a scene from the usual two days to maybe a week. I had at that time never experienced such a duration and was well aware of the practical problems,including cramping,hygeine and the very real possibilty of injury due to chafing...I had never been in a rubber suit for more than a weekend either and I wondered if I might end up with skin problems where the suit was tight. Sometimes our weekends had been very hard for me. The chaining and the irons had been very hard to cope with and I often was unable to sleep well and was in considerable pain. I put up with it all because,well,I admit it now, I was very much in love with my Keeper. After a year I had realised that a lot of the pleasure had been in pleasing him,and he was a hard man to please. Rarely, he would congratulate me for my endurance,though I did get the impression he was genuinely interested in what was happening to me.I guess it helped him get off,but he was also interested to see how limits could be extended by combining kit to get the optimum results.
Over a Christmas/New Year break we decided to go for a longer spell in the coffin,I was to be kitted up in three layers of latex and heavy raingear with waders and heavy shotblasters gloves.Shackles and chain bondage were added and I was tightened up pretty tight but not so tightly that I would be unable to move. I wore the wonderful gag but under the old S6 gasmask,complete with feeding tube....The stimming set up was pretty straightforward...the duopole buttplug,the urethral charged sound and a current flow from my cockring. The nipple stimming was through two stuck on pads under the rubber and a contact on each of the nipple rings...This worked after a fashion but tended to short and not work when I got very sweaty under the suits. We used a urinal bag set up outside the coffin connected through an incontinence condom and bag system.
There were to be interesting discoveries over the week but the chief one being that neither of us were particularily into torture and suffering. The coffin was just not designed for more than two,maybe three days tops. The whole thing was far too uncomfortable...even the padded sides and base were hard to lie on and sleeping became a result of being too exhausted to care any more about pain.I very nearly broke after 4 days and was about to plead with my Keeper to let me out.Not that I would have to plead for I am sure that he would respond instantly.It was that thought...that I was never more than a minute from release that,oddly made me feel safe and happy. I knew that he was watching me carefully at all times and actually put in a lot of work to ensure I was OK. There was a kind of routine I got used to,though I spent a lot of the time dozing or sleeping fitfully. The dream had been to be in a coffin for ever,but I began to wonder how feasible it actually was. Needless to say I had a lot of time to think about things in the darkness and quiet.
The electro became something I looked forward to.I was milked 3 times each day at regular intervals.There are several stimming programmes that I know well and some I like more than others..There is a particularily fast and vicious one that always makes me cum within 10 minutes but is hardly pleasurable,in my opinion,with long hard bursts of current at high pulse rates.My keeper quite likes it though! I could move about in the coffin to a certain degree and slammed into the sides so hard in frenzy when I was cumming that I hurt myself! There was also a gentle programme that rarely made me cum and would just go on repeating itself hour after hour...I tried everything to cum...In the dark I made up elaborate stories in my head,I flexed the muscles in my groin,I tried to rub myself against the sides and lid but to no avail...I was being stimmed gently but it was not enough. Another difficulty we had was over the breathing set up which left me very short of breath sometimes. The cause was discovered later . When I was released after 7 days and 6 very restless nights I looked and felt a complete wreck. The one thing that really had worked well was the gumshield and mouthplate gag.it had almost become part of me! Somehow I had survived more out of bloody mindedness than anything else.
Again we had dinner that night and discussed my frustrations with the shortcomings of the coffin.
He decided to have a long hard look at the coffin and see how it might be improved. In the end a completely new box was made over the next 4 months to facilitate longer term bondage with 7 days enclosure and imprisonment being the objective. As it was new from the ground up we could sort out some of the more irritating problems,such as the original coffin being a tad too short for me.There were also difficulties with breathing hoses kinking and blocking the air supply. This box was designed with me in mind and involved making a mould of my body in plaster so that I fit it perfectly. The idea was extremely simple. Why make endless efforts to immobilse me and make me uncomfortable on hard surfaces and jagged angles when we could make a box moulded for me precisely on the inside.Pain was not the objective,we both knew,but complete immobility was!
The interior was to be made of a solid rubber foam overlaid with heavyweight black plastic .The lid was also moulded to fit over me precisely,with an anaesthesia style orinasal mask set into the mould so that when the lid was shut it sealed perfectly against my face. made of silicone rubber. There was an interesting port in the coffin for my dick and balls which was a suction tube and electro contacts.Two nipple suction tubes had been carefully positioned in the foam of the lid and again when the lid shut they were perfectly positioned. we had devised electro contacts around the base of each of the nipple tubes so that current flowed from the left to the right of each nipple. The effect was surprisingly powerful and I had to beg for the current to be turned down at the start.
We had also decided on urine draining through catheterisation. This we had done a few times and it worked well,I was even able to cum when entubed despite a little discomfort,but the thought of entubation was such a turn on,I always got hard when my keeper worked the catheter up me and inflated the bardex bulb,keeping it in position in my bladder.
The anal tube was basically a two way enema. This was designed to flush out what little solid waste that was released through me,and laxatives in my drinking fluid ensured that nothing much solid remained in my gut,though I had started eating liquid food 5 days before the commencement of the coffin endurance trial.there were two tubes into a metallic electrifiable monopole butt plug made of chrome covered steel. One of the tubes was able to squirt water at pressure into me through a hole at the end of the buttplug. This was usually warm and slightly soapy to encourage evacuation. As per normal enema set ups the idea was to keep the water inside for a short period before expelling it. The exit tube was controlled by an electrical valve and was thicker than the inlet. Waste water easily escaped.
It was also neccessary to develop a feeding system...this was by a tube and a nipple that passed through the breathing mask,rather similar to that we had used in the S6 gasmask in the early days except,of course,that it was connected to the gumshield gag to the right of the breathing tube in the centre.we had added a small microphone into the casing ,all the better to hear my grunts and ensure my breathing. Small hidden loudspeakers set into the frame by my ears also made sure that my keeper could ask me questions or talk to me whilst I was inside.
At the end of the recesses for my arms there was a tight hole,rather like the inside of a boxers mitt for my hands. This was reinforced and completely inescapable. When the lid went down pads pushed firther down on the mitts and my hands were quite trapped.
The final improvement was to add an electrostimming exercise function. Muscles that are immobilised can cramp or weaken very fast. It was an easy job to add stimming pads around the mould to ensure that major muscle groups were exercised. 8 seperate circuits were added and could be worked by the computer. All I would feel was my body twitching in various places at various times. This was partially successful but we realised for really permanent bondage there had to be an inch or two of movement permitted and the chance for some resistance exercises within the box.
I can recall the first time I stepped into the new coffin. I had shaved myself from head to foot and was completely naked. We had decided for the first trial run to keep the session for a few hours and test all the equipment bit by bit. The set up was cleverly n require wiring as contolled by a laptop sitting on a table and did not even need wiring contacts to the box. Everything was done by remote wireless. The box contained all the pumps motors and stimming gear within the padding. There were transparent water and feeding tubes snaking away from the box to the next room and black rubber breathing tubes that clicked into ports on the lid. These were connected to a rectangular green metal box on wheels which stood an the side of the room. Inside the box there were 9 cylinders of breathing gas and a portable anaesthesia set up,more of which later.
All I was wearing was a steel cockring. We had decided that for the first run we would eschew wearing rubber or any other gear. Being naked and tightly immobilised between thick foam and plastic mould covers should give me a most interesting fetish experience ..I climbed unassisted onto the box which was sitting on the floor in the centre of the room. I think the room had once been a ground floor dining room but had been changed into a playroom years ago and the walls painted black. I placed my hands on the side of the box and slowly lowered myself down into the body moulding. it was an odd feeling sliding down into a cool slippery plastic hole that was exactly the shape of my body. The hard part was to guide the steel buttplugg into my asshole. It had been greased up with conductive lube so slid in without too much of a struggle.It was flexibly stuck in the rubber foam frame and as I located my body carefully into the mould it bent round to fit comfortably.I slid my arms along their recesses and placed my hands in the moulded mitts.... My keeper then attached a wire from the frame into my cockring. It felt odd lowering my shaved head into the plastic covered depression that fit so perfectly,even my ears were comfotable. This was a cool feeling and my dick stiffened thinking of the complete enclosure that was about to be experienced.
My keeper started to lift the coffin lid,which was on a hinge. The foam interior was designed to fit over me perfectly so I was like the filling in a sandwich! The centre of the pumping cylinder had another small tube that connected to my catheter, This emerged through the top of the pumping cylinder and another transparent plastic tube ran into the black plastic of the lid...All a little fiddly but managed in a minute or so by my keeper holding up the lid with his shoulder as he fiddled with the connection. My dick and balls were then positioned into the suction tube and already a continual irrestistable sucking feeling had started making a slight sealing noise as my cock and balls were vacuumed into the solid plastic cock and ball tube with a rubberised base .The lid was closed further and the orinasal mask fell over my face and immediately I strted breathing cool oxygen through the facemask.I loved the feel of the cool silicone over my face.....there was a ring of inflated rubber over my nose and around my cheeks and under my chin. It felt really great but I could not move my head at all after the lid was closed and a tight pad came down over my eyes and forehead. Experimentally I tried to move...there was really no movement possible.The lid had sealed me in completely into the tight warm darkness. I stretched my legs but was unable to do much more than push them into the foam. My hands were quite trapped and my arms just moved a centimetre into the foam when I tried to stretch. So I was trapped in there....
I heard the screws in the top of the box being tightened one by one. There were 12 wingnuts but they could be released very fast if there was an emergency requiring fast release. I lay there on my back in the darkness,resting and relaxing but I was so excited my heart was beating like cray and I was almost panting with excitement, the cool tingly oxygen flowed in and out of my lungs, Breathing was regulated to some extent,both by the gas regulator and the quite restrictive interior of the coffin above me. When I breathed in hard I could feel the tightness inside the box quite palpably
A slight crackle over the loudspeakers and my keeper addressed me by name,which was unusual. I could hear the enthusiasm in his voice as he explained what the testing would involve. We were to be going through a piece by piece run of the equipment and my reactions would be solicited.Not that I could reply much more than yes or no with the gumshield gag in place,but we had a debriefing session later.
Breathing,feeding nozzle function,nip suction,nip stimming,urinal function,genital suction,genital stimming contacts,exercise stimming,enema .....these were all run and tested. I had to lie there and grunt my response to queries as to function....An hour passed and I seemed to be getting quite tired and exhausted.I was also quite sweaty.The enema had been a bit of a trial and made me feel a little nauseous..I admit i had also been struggling to see if any movement or release was possible but it was not... I was well and truly immobilised iside my tight mould in a steel box inside a suburban dining room.
Then I knew what was to happen next. I know the 'Milker' stimming programme off by heart by now and immediately get very hard within the first 30 seconds,rather like a Pavlovian effect.My breathing gas was changed very slightly to a light nitrous mix.perhaps 30/70 NO2/oxygen...just enough for the barest whiff of the sweet smell of the gas and to make me slightly light headed....thre was no resistance possible so I went with the flow and just lay there enjoying it. The light suck suck suck of the pumping tube became somewhat more intense and seemed to be linked to the stimming programme. My asshole was throbbing as the current passed through my prostate and sphincter across to the cockring contact....My nipples were also being sucked in synch and the gentle stimming there made me feel so desperate to cum...I knew the Milker programme is not designed for fast cumming and I alsmost screamed inwardly knowing I had to put up with this for an hour before the real juice came,[in both senses].
I struggled against the complete and remorseless tightness of my prison...I had only been in there for what,an hour or so,so far and I was bathed in sweat and gasping for breath...my mind went into overtime fantasizing about imprisonment and immobility,being trapped forever by a mad doctor in a white rubber apron...I drifted and flexed against the interior...I groaned and moaned a lament to myself knowing there was simply no escape. My keeper was out there listening to my reactions,enjoying hearing me suffer in there, getting hard,maybe stroking himself off against the coffin as he imagined how I felt completely under his power...
The torment went on...time seemed to turn in on itself...it just seemed to go on forever,but I knew that the programme would be coming to a climax within a short time and I savoured the feelings of the almost genteel stimming that was a kind of prelude to something far far more powerful..so I just lay there like a baby,lapping up the sensations and letting myself be looked after...drifting off on a wave of fantasy,and sensation..Suddenly I felt something very odd,the stimming just stopped in its tracks...warm water began to squirt up my asshole...what the fuck? an enema?....I began to feel quite full and a little uncomfortable...then suddenly the stimming came back on from where it had been previously in the programme...Oh FUCK my whole asshole was tingling,my whole gut seemed to be electrified...a salt water enema with electro! The 'Milker' had ten more minutes to go,building up slowly then beginning to really let me have it...The sensations inside my guts were like nothing I had ever felt before..almost feeling like waves of force were thrusting up me,almost like being fucked...I tried to clench my sphincter to grab the steel buttplug but suddenly I was spasming and twitching and yelling as loud as I could through the gag...hell! I think I was even crying with joy...Above me my keeper was also cumming as he got his dick out and wanked over the box,christening it.. and with the room filled with my cries fed through loudpeakers into the room he shook out the last drops of his cum over the lid of his new toy.I guess that is what he did...I clearly remember seeing his cum running down the open lid later!
Afterwards all was quiet again...I waited patiently,knowing we had agreed this was to be a short session...My release would be when my Keeper willed it. I was powerless,completely at his mercy,trapped in a box. He could kill me in a few minutes merely by turning off my breathing mixture...there would be nothing I could do except struggle and choke to death. but he wouldn't do that would he? he cares for me....He has cared for me for years now deep in my underground prison.This is my universe now and he is the creator of everything I am and my reason to live.
Suddenly I heard screws being untightened and after a minute the lid was lifted up making my eyes screw up as the light from the evening sun flooded through the window. My dick slid out of the vacuum tube with a popping sound and the catheter tube was detached from the pumping cylinder.I looked up at the unusually smiling face..."It all worked beautifully" he said,genuinely pleased with his new kit and me. With help I clamboured put of the box and with wobbly legs stood up ,was handed a towel and wandered off to the shower.
The next phase was to try the whole set up for a longer period.I felt sure that I could easily manage a week inside the new box,subject to the exercise system working. The following weekend I spent 60 hours inside and I knew I was ready for something rather more permanent.
In the next part I shall describe the early longer sessions and how I quit my normal life completely and found a way to spend the rest of my life in permanent bondage controlled by my keeper.
Part 5 Finale
The second coffin was used exhaustively over the next few months and we used the first one sometimes as well. My keeper made a couple of copies of this clever box with the help of the original manufacturer and we made a healthy profit on our investment. This was hardly an item that really would wear out as it was so well built. I knew any owner into an intense bondage experience would be very happy with the product. The money we made went into another project of which more later.
Having withstood a week in my very snug cocoon,I wanted more,However as we were restrained by our worklives at that time, the weekends had to suffice. It was also interesting to experience the box in a vertical position as well and we played several times in this manner. The difficulty had really been to stop my skin chafing and bruising but now we were faced with another problem - the acid of my perspiration was eating away at my skin causing rashes. Anti bacterials were tried along with anti fungal creams but these were not designed for this kind of usage.The mask was also leaving quite a mark on my face,such that people commented upon it in the 'outside world'.Rubber bondage in the box was quite a battle too after a couple of days despite the tactile sensations of rubber that I have always liked. I liked the mark 2 coffin more when I was totally naked for I fit it like a peachstone inside a peach. There was only a very slight bit of sliding around possible when I was wet with sweat ...The plastic interior over the foam was a tactile experience in itself and as I had got used to the smell of the rubber mask,I had quickly become very acclimatised to the hot wet slippery plastic!
Night after night the pumps and electro would milk me mercilessly until I was panting through the mask,much to the delight of my keeper. There was no escape from this box from the minute the lid shut and the bolts were screwed in and tightened,squashing me into my dark plastic and rubberfoam prison...as the mask descended onto my face again and again and the regulator started delivering my breathing mix, I knew I was exactly where I wanted to be. The receiving tube would suck eagerly at my cock and balls,then my nips and the estimming would begin until,an hour or so later,I would be reduced to a shuddering groaning mass of flesh squeezed into the tight warmth of the box.
Sometimes I would piss slowly through the catheter. after cumming which was a lovely sensation in itself. It was possible for the draining tube to be closed so I would have to cope with the odd sensation of a full bladder that I was not able to empty. After a while we got into the little game of exchanging piss through the tube...from my keepers bladder to my own,back and forth. It felt so strange feeling his warm fluid enter me,filling my bladder and then as I became full,being allowed to expel my piss back into him...Back and forth our piss went,in and out.but a very intimate sharing of our bodily fluids..It was a strange way of passing the time I suppose but I came to love it. Eveb though I had no choice really! We actually had discussed the idea earlier so that I knew how to play that game.
The enema stuff could also be very intense. At first I would tense up but as time went on I got to love the feel of warm water entering my asshole and flooding my guts. I was not so keen on the cold water enemas though,used as a mild demonstartion of my keepers power to punish me if he had wanted. Hell,if he had wanted to he could easily have hurt me in a dozen different ways whilst I was in the coffin...... He could kill me within a few minutes at the touch of a button!. But our relationship is not about that.It is about trust and mutual respect. It is also about us fitting together like two pieces of a jigsaw.and he knew how desperate I was for the final step. We talked about it all the time,more and more. It used to get us both very hot ...I told him I would do anything not to have to leave the box if it was possible...not to have to face the world ever again,never to have to commute to work, never again to have to trawl around the supermarket on Monday evenings for supplies , and most importantly to be able to burn my wardrobe of suits and ties and stupid casual clothes.
But how? The answer came as a complete surprise to me. I had no real part in its planning but over time my keeper had begun to work everything out and cleverly make plans for my future without involving me in the planning. He had decided that he was going to devote his life to me and in an odd way I was to devote my life to him. There was to be no choice in the matter for me. He knew well what I wanted .There was no need for discussion this time. He wanted it to be a surprise for me and,indeed it was the greatest and best surprise I have ever had.....I had a good idea that he was scheming something.but was unsure as to what.It took a while to come to fruition,but here I am now,your author,writing from a box underground where I will be for the rest of my life.
The first stage was to sort out finances for the future.There was a bit of good fortune that then came my way... I leapt at the offer of redundancy from work and this left me with enough money in the bank to live without working for a few years. My keeper decided to move in with me to the house I had lived in alone after my mother died. I had no other family and a rather limited social circle . There were a few people I had known from work but over the ten years I had been there we had never been close. When I left the office for the last time I knew I would never see any of them again. On the whole I was pretty happy with this prospect.
We kind of settled down in the house,turning the largest bedroom into the bondage area with the coffin being placed on a wooden plinth in the centre of the room There was a lot more space than in my keepers old house and a control panel desk was set up with a laptop,the pumps and electrostimming gear close by.. Dramatically the coffin had been painted lovingly in black enamel and was shiny under the spotlights above it. I was to spend a lot of my time in there over the next two years. the longest continual session was about 3 weeks and I was in a bit of a state afterwards. The electro massage system we had designed for my muscle toning had not worked well and acidic sweat had again done damage to my skin.There had been a problem with my gas supply bottles in the middle of the night...fortunately the coffin mike was connected to the intercom and my keeper was well able to hear my breathing difficulties and got up from bed to quicly switch over to the emergency oxygen supply.he asked me if I wanted to be released after explaining what had happened,but I grunted the signal for No...It had been a bit alwarming waking up from a slumber to discover that you couldn't breathe very well though...There were fortunately very few mishaps like this in the years we played together..During that 3 week session I was losing weight due to the liquid food diet and it took several weeks of normal eating and exercise after that to get me completely recovered. I think that was a lesson to both of us that the coffin mark 2 had its limitations. We searched the literature to see if anyone had managed to live in such bondage situations for longer periods but clearly we were in uncharted territory.This was serious stuff and many problems had to be overcome if my dream of permanent bondage was to be realised.
I was now becoming so desperate for immobilisation and restrictive bondage I found myself having difficulty sleeping without it.I was beginning to spend more time in the coffin than out of it although there were limitations.My keeper was not available at this time 24/7 still and I would have needed sitters to check that I was alright. We had decided long ago that this was to be something just between us,never mentioned to or involving anyone else.....These days I have complete monitoring 24/7 and My keeper is in touch by mobile internet at all times with the laptop that controls me. He rarely leaves his house though.
A clever solution to the financial issues presented itself . Firstly the large garden of my house was to be divided into two. Then a single story chalet bungalow was to be built in the garden and this was to be our house but of course became My keepers house. A gift from me as it were. The large house would be sold. There was just enough space in the garden of the new house for a swimming pool. Something I had always enjoyed but I never actually got to swim in it....
In the meantime my Keeper apparently had been working overtime on the new box...less like a coffin and perhaps more like a space craft with full life support equipment.I knew nothing of this but he had a workshop space where he used to do some of his work before we met..He spent several hours a day building and testing the equipment. Oddly ,after the construction of the shell much of the anciliary equipment was not particularily expensive...as I mentioned my keeper is very good at making things with a fair bit of knowledge as to metalwork,hermetic sealing and basic electronics.
There was no rush...the coffin mark 2 was keeping me very happy indeed and the original box was still working well.. An interesting experience was to test how waterproof the mark 1 actually was by immersing it a tank,....Well, this was actually a portable fabric framed prefabricated childrens swimming pool...the first test was done just with weights in the box to see if there was any leaking or problems with the electrics. The boxs' seals seemed to work well and I can remember well the weekends I spent underwater in the mark 1 coffin.Anybody looking in from the outside might have concluded that we were both quite insane,but there was quite an exciting dynamic here of two guys both wanting the same thing but from two very different sides.
I never actually got to see the new house or even the swimming pool,as I mentioned for something happened after all the agreements had been signed for the sale of the old house and the transfer of the land.and that was when my normal life came to an end.I guess technically I have passed on my property and control of my financial affairs to my keeper. We have never really discussed it.He has taken what he needs to keep me alive and happy and in return has a home and an income.
A session in the mark 2 coffin which had lasted 4 days and was turning out to be quite memorable,mainly for the variety and intensity of some of the stimming programmes being used. But something happened which had never happened before to me in the coffins.Something was done without my consent or discussion. Now I trust my keeper with my life and I know that this quiet man would never do anything to hurt me. I had become so acquiescent in his presence over the few years since we had met but he had never taken advantage of that passivity. I think he knew how I felt toward him,but it just was never discussed.
It happened on the fourth night without any prelude after an interestng milking session. As I was coming down from the orgasm I suddenly noticed the sweet smell of Nitrous Oxide flooding my mask...even with gag in place I could taste this gas at this concentration and I knew that something very strange was happening....Very quickly the world became a place of wobbly flashes and shapes in the darkness...even in pitch black the retina tends to produce flashes and patterns of light but I began to feel very strange indeed. Now, we had played a bit with nitrous before...there was a cylinder in the green hosptal wheeled box by the console and it was normally used quite sparingly. But this time it was overwhelming and I had hardly time to get used to it before there was nothing more to feel. Oddly, although I was quite paralysed and unable to feel anything I went in and out of consciousness.I couls see things blurred and distorted sonetimes and my hearing seemed quite clear,although again very strange..... My first memory was of hearing the screws for the box being unscrewed with an intense high pitched wail...then next I recall being lifted out somehow from the box. My head must have been lollong about for I can recall a floating image of a door and the spotlights within my field of vision. I noticed I had a rubber mask over my face and I caught a glimpse of a black ballon in my field of vision inflating and deflating..... Oddly then I could see myself on a rubber sheet on the floor being washed down....then my legs up in the air whilst an odd loose transparent plastic suit that rustled strangely to my distorted hearing. Then nothing else.
When I came round my confinement was rather different to that which I had been used to. Yes,it was still dark and I was obviously in a box,upright this time. My comforting gag and gumshield was still in place but there was an odd feel around me. I seemed to be in a loose plastic suit of some kind..Then the memories of what had happened when I had been gassed kicked in. I tried to make sense of it all. It was all very odd indeed. The blackness suddenly changed to a dark blue light in front of me .I took me a while to realise that there was some sort of liquid crystal monitor screen in front of my face and that was all I was able to see. Later on I would understand this but for now it was just confusing and I was struggling to discover what had just happened.....
The orinasal mask was still there but it felt rather different. I flexed my fingers to discover that they were in mitts again although there seemed to be a difference in that I could slightly flex my fingers. My dick twitched with anticipation...I was breathless with excitement as I explored my new,yet somewhat restrictive universe..My feet were able to move slightly as well but seemed to be covered in plastic sheeting again. There was something different about my dick with a long metal tube down my urethra. My balls seemed to be heavy and there felt like there were ballweights around the top of my scrotum. In the early days this caused me a degree of discomfort,but I pretty soon got used to it as I did with the other steelwork that seemed to surround my dick. There was a complete vacuum steel tube milking set up within and the catheter made use of the urethral electro tube.
Up my asshole was the familiar steel buttplug that doubled as an enema tube and elctro monopole contact. And yes,around my nips,held in pace by my nipple piercings were the two suction tubes with the stimming contacts around the base,just as before.
Something odd became apparent about the inside of the box,for whilst there is clearly a foam lining there are also inflatable bladders everywhere and these can be used for many different functions. They can be pumped up to make an intensely restrictive bondage experience. They can be varied in intensity about my body. They can also be inflated and deflated at speed giving me a kind of massage. I know there is a lubricant sprayed within the box for sometimes there is a most odd feeling of being slick and sliding between the inflated bladders. There is a programme to lull me to sleep with gentle inflation and deflation around my head..I like the intense immobilisation when the bladders are pimped up fully and seem to suspend me in mid air in the box. the seperate muscle stimming contacts that keep me fit and prevent cramping are also much as before,but now part of the transparent plastic suit
Every need is met in my underground prison,for that is where I am. My beloved Keeper has only told me that I am underground although I suspect that the coffin is under his swimming pool.I think it may have been in the house for several months at first as he ran tests and ensured that I was more than comfortable in such enclosure. And boy,was I! I was never allowed to actually experience any off the moves that the coffin made..I was always gassed to sleep if there was anything going on...but I suspect I was moved several times as the building work went on. There was once a very odd smell of burning but the loudspeaker in the coffin informed me that the lid was being welded hermetically shut...
Inside I am pleasantly warm.There is some sort of gentle heating system which circulates warm air inside the box.My breathing is quite independent throught he orinasal mask and my keeper insists on me breathing from gas cylinders at all times. The food is all liquid through my gag and at times drugs and medicines are fed to me through the drinking tube. There is a swilling system within the feeding tube. I have to let my mouth fill several times with this astringent liquid that tastes a bit like mouthwash. Then it is pumped out of my mouth again through the gag feeding tube. I am told this unpleasant activity has to be done daily as it ensures the feeding tubes do not harbour bacteria.
I am kept clean in a quite simple manner. The plastic suit which covers most of my head too is simply a kind of enclosed shower system. Each day there is a cycle of soapy water being sprayed within the suit in about 20 different places, I can move a little in the suit which enables me to ensure my own cleansing. Then there are a couple of rinse cycles. I do not think my body has any body or facial hair any more,perhaps due to drugs in the wash or in my food.My skin is also kept healthy by small light pads which emit healthy imitation sunlight at low intensity through the transparent plastic suit. I cannot see this as I am effectively blindfolded by the screen and its attached fabric straps that pass over the hood of the plastic suit My keeper talked me through the functions of the new box after a week or so of captivity to explain things that I might not understand about my captivity.I think my health and happiness was the driving factor behind all the design add ons...And if I was happy,he was too!.
I suspect that sometimes there are recreational drugs fed to me,even alchohol. It is hard to tell but I know I feel so warm and happy sometimes and drift off in a magical world of dreams. Several times a day my gut is washed out through the enema tube. I am well used to this and love my 15 minutes sessions, the start signalled to me by the shaking of my buttplug as warm water rushes down the connecting hose.
So I am quite comfortable here thanks and the final feature has meant that bondage and restriction does not mean that I am totally cut off from the outside world. For around 6 hours of the day,3 in the morning and 3 in the evening the screen in front of my eyes turns blue and then a menu screen comes on. I have a very limited ability to move a mouse curser by using a contact within my mitts. This was designed for seriously handicapped people but makes an effective tool. I can type and thus write messages although the only person who is allowed to read them is my keeper and he does not reply much of the time.In the mornings there may be tasks for me to do. My imagination flies in here and I write beautiful stories,I am told. Many of these have been published in magazines and newspapers and my keeper has got me started writing my first novel,completely disconnected with my lifestyle,incidentally!. There is a creativity unbounded down here and for the forst time in my life I feel my brain is actually working properly.
As a reward I am allowed to surf the net or watch tv although,of course,absolutely no interaction is possible,except directly with my keeper. Sometimes my keeper has a film for me and sometimes he entertains me with live coverage of his bondage scenes,usually with inexperienced guys in their late teens and early twenties. I note he has a particular interest in chaining up ,immobilising and encapsulating guys of colour and ethnicity. These days his playroom is awash with equipment and the two coffins take pride of place. The mark 2 is rarely used with visitors though as it was so specifically designed for me. I think my keeper is a happier man than when I first met him.I hope I have been the cause of that.
He checked with how I was faring quite a lot in the early days,even providing questionaires to be responded to. Nowadays there is a weekly checkup and I know if there is a problem I can easily leave a message. My health has been fine,thanks for asking. I have had a few infections over the past few years but fortunately nothing that antibiotics and standard pharmaceuticals could not take care of.
I may be the very first man to live in a box permanently,I do not know. I am still quite young and maybe there are fifty years of life left for me down here.My keeper appears to be in good health too. He says he has ensured a safety system in the event of his sudden demise but I do not know what this is...Perhaps he has left a message to someone to only be read if there is an accident.
Increasingly the systems that control my life and my body functions are being performed automatically. Even my twice daily milking can be done by the computer without any need for my keeper to participate.There seems to be a rotation of some 20 odd programmes and I know them all so well now....Occassionally he designs a new one for me and I a grateful,knowing the effort that goes into this.... I do know,however that he prefers to milk me personally by remote control,he is an artist at this and builds up slowly to an overwhelming orgasm for me...I picture him up there on the console,maybe dick in hand,listening to my gasps and groans as he sucks and shocks me to climax....... This programme clearly shows his presence and often great imagination. It is often designed to match some movie or set of images on the screen that he found for me. I suspect he is also jerking himself off watching the same images or even reading the same story...
It is my fervent hope that this box will be my coffin for I wish to be buried in it when I die. Maybe in some far off future my box will be discovered and my preserved remains, along with all the equipment will be exhibited in some sort of historical museum,much in the same way Egyptian mummies are displayed. People will pass by the display and wonder at the motivations and beliefs if the men who built and used the coffin.Maybe many more of these coffins would come to be used,maybe the technology will progress to undreamed of levels.....