By slavesuit

You are probably wondering what happened to me.  Rest assured I’m horny.  Actually horny does not even begin to describe how I feel right now.  As we speak, I’m wearing what Sir has described to be my “uniform” for around the house.  He really is a cruel son of a bitch.  Oddly, I’ve truly begun to fall in love with him.  Not that I really had any choice in the matter.

My uniform consists of a full bondage suit.  Sir had it custom made for me.  It is a one-piece suit.  It was made entirely of leather.  There are eyeholes and a mouth hole, although since I haven’t always appreciated my predicament, I used to whine a lot.  As a result, I found myself gagged a lot over the first few months.  Lately, Sir says he has been pleased with my progress and has allowed me to work without the gag in.

Anyway, the suit molds very well to my broad shoulders and little bit of a belly.  Although with all the sweating I’ve been doing as of late, I have noticed that portion of the suit has a little bit extra room.  Unfortunately Sir also noticed this and has told me I will be fitted for another suit very soon.  Apparently he wants to make sure comfort is not a given for me.  I remember when he told me that.  I cursed him out.  I told him how I was coming around and it would be nice if I had some leeway.

Then I saw his eyes.  He was clearly upset.  I knew what was coming as I had been punished many times before.  He was walking over to the table where he had placed his cellular phone.  I immediately dropped to the floor and began crawling over to him.  This wasn’t easy to do, as one of the purposes of the suit is to keep me fettered and unable to really move.  The addition to the heavy leg irons around my ankles also slowed my crawl.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please Sir I’m sorry.”  I began to shout as I had gotten to him and wrapped my arms around leg.  During the day my arms are kept unshackled so that I can work on the computer in my office/cell.  But more on that later.

Sir didn’t care.  Even with me hanging on his leg like a small child, he kept dialing numbers on his phone and then I felt it.  He had sent the signal to my chastity belt, which issued me a shock on the highest level.  The shock was so much that it often knocked me out cold.  That’s when the punishment began.

I guess I’m still in training.  I have been for months now.  Whenever I screwed up royally just like that, I would wake up in the dungeon of Sir’s estate.  That’s where I am now.  Sir is a big guy and even though I weigh 200 pounds, he still manages to toss me over his shoulder and bring me wherever he wants me to be.  Resistance is futile.  So I’m on the floor, still in my bondage suit but Sir has added his heavy-duty straight jacket on top.  He’s anchored the shackles I was wearing to a spot on the floor.  Whenever he does this I know I’ll be here for a while.  I don’t have a clock down here so I never know how much time has gone by.  But it always feels like an eternity.

Of course I still wear the chastity belt.  I’ve been in it for 5 months now.  My sentence initially started around 200 days.  That is until he forced me to wear his ring.  The days began to count down.  I remember driving home that first night.  It was difficult adjusting my seat so that I was comfortable, especially with my new steel underwear.  Of course I always drive with my left hand on the steering wheel.  As I was going down the road I saw that big, heavy ring glaring back at me.  It was almost taunting me.  I was about 5 miles away from my apartment when I started to feel a tingling sensation in my cock.  It started getting more intense until I finally had to pull over just down the road.  By intense, I mean it was a good intense.  Whatever high tech device I was now trapped in was on some sort of pleasure setting.  I was beginning to get excited, my heart was starting to speed up, so I leaned back in my seat and prepared for what appeared to be a gift from the man I had just met.  It was getting closer and closer and then….it stopped.  I reached down and tapped on the belt and cursed at it.  I was so close to an orgasm.  Just then my cell phone buzzed with a text message.  It was a strange cell phone number.  The message was:

“I can also reward you with pleasure in addition to pain.  But you haven’t earned it yet.  See you soon boy.”

AAAAAAGGHGHGHGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

I screamed and began to punch the steering wheel.  After a moment I continued on my way home.  Similar teasing and tormenting continued on for a couple of weeks.  I had kept that ring on my finger every single second.  I wanted out of the damn belt.  I was hoping that the owner of the belt would have grown tired of his game and would have sent me the key or a code to unlock it and then return it to him.  I assumed that the story he had told me about how technologically advanced this chastity belt was, was all a ploy to keep me under his thumb.

But then I finally got a call from him.  I have to admit that his deep, commanding voice made my dick start to grow inside its metal prison.

“How have you been doing boy?”

I’m horny as hell, but surviving.

“Good.  I hope you’ve been readying yourself.  I’ve decided it is time to collect you.”

You were serious?

Then there was silence.  The seconds were ticking away until I was floored with a shock to my dick and balls.  I could hear him on the phone as it lay on the floor, “Does that answer your question?”

My semi aggressive tone was diminished to a passive, yes Sir.

“I thought so.  I will send a crew over to pack up your belongings.  They will also present you with your travel clothes.  Once you are in them, they will escort you to a van, which will bring you to me.  Don’t worry about your car either; I have arranged a shipping service for that too.  Use the next day or two to say your goodbyes and prepare for your new life.  I suggest you not give my workers a hard time.  But I’m guessing from what you just experienced, you will not be so stupid.  See you soon boy.”  He hung up.

Luckily, I lived in a small town here in New Hampshire and only had a few people who were sad to hear that I was going to be leaving.  But they knew this move (although I didn’t really tell them where I was going, after all I didn’t even know) was going to be good for me.  They told me to write and keep them updated.

The next morning, I heard a loud knock on my door.  6 men came into my apartment with boxes, tape and blankets and just began packing my stuff.  They totally ignored me.  Then another man followed holding a large box in his arms.  He told me to follow him into the next room.  Once there, he begins to unpack the box and all I see is a bunch of black.  He then orders me to strip.

What for I ask?  The guy then stares me down and says, “Do you really want me to tell him that you were disobedient?”

No.  I tell him as I begrudgingly begin to take off my clothes.  After I toss my clothes in a pile I turn around and the guy is still staring at me but this time he’s holding up what appears to be a heavy leather suit.  It was the suit he wooed me with on our very first meeting.

“You’ll be wearing this on your trip to your new home boy.  But first….”

As he says that he comes up to me and puts his hand where my dick should be.  He then says, “What I would do to you if I thought I could get away with it.”  I step back and say, “Let’s just get on with it.”

I again step into the suit.  It becomes all too familiar once again.  The attached boots, the hood but the hands are not on the suit this time.  I didn’t notice the first time that the fist mitts could be taken off.  He finishes helping me into the leather prison and as he secures the back of the suit with a lock another guy walks in holding some heavy irons.  He walks up to me and clamps the collar around my neck and then kneels down and secures the leg irons around my ankles, leaving the wrists for last.  He again stares me down as the other man was securing a gag into my mouth.  The shackles are placed on my wrists and I truly feel like a slave now.  The Chains are short enough where I have to lean over slightly.  But I’m content that my hands will be free for the ride wherever it is I am going.

Just then the worker who first started locking me into this prison says, “Oh, I almost forgot about these.” As he holds up the fist mitts that were not attached to the suit.  He places my right hand into the first one and just before he puts my awaiting left hand into the other mitt, he again stares at me and smiles….he then grabs my shackled wrist and yanks on the ring on my left hand.  I try to pull away but the other guy has grabbed me from behind.  The man finishes pulling at the ring and slides it off of my finger.  He then crams the mitt on my left hand and secures it to the rest of the suit.

“Your Sir has decided that you need more time in that belt and wanted me to extend your sentence.  When we get to his house, you’ll be wearing this ring again.”  He then secures it in his pocket as the other worker drags me out of my apartment into a waiting van outside.  He throws me into the back and then places some blacked out goggles on to my leathered head.  It was a long drive to my present location.

Sir welcomed me to my new home.  He must have been waiting for me in the driveway upon my arrival since upon stopping the door immediately opened and I was dragged out of the van.  The goggles were removed and I saw him hovering before me.  He gave me a hug and said, “Welcome home boy.  Like it or not, I think this is the best place for you.  You will be granted privileges from time to time, but often you will be wearing something like you’ve got on now.  So I hope you’ve grown to like it during your trip.”  He then attached a leash to my collar and then pulled me behind him into his home.

Needless to say I’m still not really sure where I am.  I spend a lot of time in this slavery suit or other similar to it.  I’m often working for Sir on the computer that doesn’t have Internet access.  That’s when the mitts come off so that I can continue to enter data.  Even when I’m allowed Internet time, he’s efficiently blocked sites that would show me our location.  My days of privilege include wearing my normal clothes around the house but I am limited to where I can go.  The area I am kept in is similar in square footage to my old apartment in New Hampshire.  I have a small patio I can go out on with high stonewalls.  Sir tells me that if I am good I may soon be allowed to know where I am and once again drive my car.  But first he had a surprise for me, which he would soon be giving me.

That was all before this latest punishment.  Perhaps he will feel sorry for me and I can make it up for him in some way.  When this has happened before, Sir will usually unchain me from the floor and drag me to his fucking horse.  He’ll bend me over it, unlock the rear portion of the suit and he’ll use my hole.  I’ve actually come to love and crave his dick inside of me while locked in this belt.  Sir says I’m actually a good fuck.  He is always in a better mood after having had his way with me.  Maybe once again, I will get in his good graces and get more freedom.

Only time will tell.

 

Note from Metalbond: This story originally appeared on Eckie’s site under a different pen name, and it is posted here with the permission of the author. Click for Eckie here