By Construction Worker
Stuck again.
It seemed like EXACTLY what I wanted…. what I fantasized about. Now all I can do is calm myself to keep the heat from building and becoming suffocating. But if I do that, I lose the hormones that allow me to withstand being locked in with no say on when I get out.
Calming like this and being so warm and secured, I keep falling into that stage of pre-sleep where just about anything jolts you awake. Like NOW… Many thoughts flash in only a couple of seconds but are as clear as those in a very slow motion video. And it’s a video that keeps looping interminably!!! I let myself get horny by enjoying the predicament but then overheat and have to calm way down to the point of haze-sleep where I awaken with the need for a deep breath realizing all the ways I am so tightly confined and miserable cause I’m not horny. Gotta let myself get horny. LOOP….AGAIN. How many times has this loop played and how long will it continue? More importantly…how much longer can I take it?
I’m now in that “Need to get horny” part of the loop so I don’t freak out from being so tightly trapped. So I review the start of this current predicament. Remembering the very secure but comfortable feel that Arms-down body harness cinched tightly round my torso with biceps and wrists locked to it and straps going thru the crotch to prevent any loosening. Something like 9 locks clicking before it was finally installed. Could barely hear the locks click with the ear plugs and hood muffling the sound but there was an intentional pulling on each of the locks just after it was clicked shut. No way out. But then the unnecessary and somehow still unsettling shove of thick leather fist mitts onto my hands. And the click and intentional tug on the fist mitt locks. No way to touch my own body or any of the restraints…just useless stubs of leather attached to my wrists. Now I am laid into position on the padded bottom panel. Legs are quickly cinched together with belts…quickly as if I might be able to somehow remove all 11 locks, the mitts, the harness and hood, gag and jump up and wrestle my captor to the floor?! Those thoughts always cross my mind, but quickly disappeared this time. Back to the leg belts that also have D-rings on them…. something connects those leg belts tightly to the sidewalls. So I can’t separate my legs and can’t move them sideways or up/down. Feet are tightly laced into boots that are screwed into the end panel so can’t move them even a fraction of an inch. Can’t twist them at all…. that is sooooo intense. Who would screw leather boots onto an end panel to create such perfect immobility yet with perfect comfort…. Oh,Yeah, I was the fucking horny idiot that did that! While remembering how all this restraining was happening, my greedy cock surged to life and now comes the inevitable expansion and restriction within the chastity device. And as always comes the thought “why does this cock restriction make it react all the more aggressively?” “Why can’t it learn to just stay semi-hard and enjoy the bondage ride?”
And that thickly padded hood is laced tight enough to make it feel like a second, stronger skin…one that should be kept on for eternity cause wouldn’t it feel uncomfortable to lose our skin? Yep, that’s another sign that I have sunk deeply into a greedy bondage state. Back to remembering how I got in here…..SHIT, he adds even more to my already enclosed and restricted head….must be construction type headphone protectors so NOW I can’t hear anything cause of foam ear plugs deeply inserted AND external hearing protectors over the top of my hooded ears. SHIT… not even a faint sound coming thru!! Sends a shudder thru my immobile body. No light either as my eyes had medical eye patches over them for many hours plus that leather hood cuts off all hints of light. I can’t turn my head even a bit as the tall leather posture collar is very stiff and very tightly buckled … and locked… and fastened to the side-walls. And then he adds ANOTHER restraint to my head…is that possible!?!! It is some kind of wide strap with D-rings and he attaches those to each sidewall. As my mind leaps to all of these restraints and devices, my cock surges again but has nowhere to go. It’s still pointed helplessly downward and frustratingly crammed into a very short chastity device that has been on for a very long time. DAMMM… all of this gear and confinement and I can’t even get myself off or even get close to orgasm. Only a constant swelling pressure against the chastity tube.
My aching/cramped cock forces me back to the present…. I can feel the heat building from this last loop of getting myself horny thru the replay of how I got in here. But all my head can currently think about is how I can’t do anything with my dick. I JUST NEED TO MOVE A LITTLE BIT!!! So how about adjusting my body just a bit for comfort or to feel something different? Trying to heave my body up off the padded bottom panel, I can actually move a half inch with huge effort and all muscles pitching in. The thick foam on top of my body compresses reluctantly and pushes up against the lid and I can imagine that I hear a faint straining of metal latches that are holding the lid tightly closed. This sends a frantic set of thoughts thru my head AGAIN: Completely trapped. Deeply compressed in thick foam. Seeing only blackness, hearing nothing, with a heavy leather hood, and all parts of my body attached tightly to all four sides of THE BOX!!!! Even shifting a fraction of an inch takes HUGE effort and creates lots of heat. And my dick reacting to it all with a continued surge of aggression within it’s own prison. And the only function of my brain is to send all of this stimulus direct to my dick which makes it surge all the harder.
Now I’m so hot and tired I must calm in order to cool down. No panic (yet) as generally I like very deep bondage, but I never thought about this LOOP. Horny thoughts & sexual frustration =====> lots of heat =====> tremendous effort to calm down =====> entering a half-sleep =====> awaken a few minutes later ====> prevent panic by conjuring horny thoughts -====> LOOP AGAIN =====> AND AGAIN=====> while trapped in this box I built.
NOTE: To read about how the author built the confinement box described above, click here.
Such a considerate Top;)
My Master has a similar box, built prior to our meeting. Master has tried a few times to restraint slave, but unsuccessful so far:( Usually I’ve found something else to amuse myself while waiting for Master to return; which leads to something equally restraining:)
I’d LOVE to have a box like that available. Give me a way to drink even protein drinks through it, and a way to piss without soaking myself, and I’ll bliss out nicely.