By Steellock

It came from a casual, quiet comment from my partner. He said, ‘We don’t have to use the chair in the cellar all the time.’

We are in Lockdown in our home and, like many people, have a fair bit of time. I am a real bondage guy. Love tight and unescapable restraints and have a collection of sleepsacks and a Fetters Bondage chair as well as a good collection of other toys.

We both enjoy more active sessions too with Estim, impact play but for me I develop an ache for bondage frequently and my partner obliges by doing the last few straps or zipping the sack. Before we got together I used to use Ice Locks for time in my chair, but the real thing is so much better.

I thought about his comment and a picture came into my mind of the chair standing at the end of the garden.

The chair is a tall, ladderback black model from Fetters UK, with a few added extras. The garden has tall fences each side and the end by the house is not overlooked – most of the time.

I broke the chair into its two main parts of the ‘stool’ and the ‘back’ and carried it up the stairs, reassembling it in only a minute.

I was wearing a nice pair of original 1980s Cherry red DMs with an extra thick sole and steel caps. 14 holes with white laces. As its warm they were matched with a light pair of casual shorts and a T Shirt. Not sexy but comfy! I also dug out one of my favourites from the hood collection, a padded isolation hood, also from Fetters.

The sun had moved so it was on the back of the chair and as the time passed it would fall below the roof of the house, so I was not worried by getting over hot though the hood would have sun for a good hour!

Sitting in the chair I did the padded ankle cuffs; the additional straps around the upper calf, just above the boots; the wide straps over my thighs; the waist belt and the upper chest belt. At this point my partner took over. He likes me to do all I can. He pulled the hood down over my head. I love this moment always, the smell of the leather and the way it is laced to a tight second skin as he does the back lacing. I love him for the exact way he gets it right, tight enough to put me in complete wet heaven but not to tight that my head aches. Then he pulls the zip down slowly, so I can feel each tooth of the zipper. The collar then tightens it around my neck and I can feel the click of the padlock.

He grabs my left arm and pulls it down to the side of the chair and wraps the padded cuff round my wrist and does up the Strap. Tight enough that it is totally secure. The additional strap I have added around the arm above the bicep pulls the arm back and tightens the shoulders.

Then the right one. This is the moment that makes the precum squirt from my cock. The moment when the bondage becomes secure. Wrist and upper arm again.

With my shoulders pulled back my chest is pushed out and stretches the T shirt.

He pulls me upright in the chair and straps the padded neck restraint. Again, he gets it just right, tight enough to secure but not enough to trigger a panic.

Finally, he does the last addition I have recently picked up from Fetters – a face strap with the nose and mouth holes. This goes over the padded hood with the nose engaged and he pulls it well tight before buckling so the hood is compressed. No movement at all.

I wriggle.

Boots tightly held, legs secure, body straps tight, arms securely down by my sides and the wrists tight enough that they do not move. And the strapping and hood secure my head totally.

As I breathe I can smell the scents of the garden, fresh air, the scent of the blossom. This mixes with the wonderful aroma of the leather from the hood.

Then I really understand what bondage outside brings. The air is moving around, I can hear the trees moving. I can hear the bees in the tree next to me.

The bird song becomes the loudest thing I can hear, apart from my breathing of course. In a tight hood you can always hear your own breathing. The air whistling through the two small nose grommets. Now this is accompanied by the call of the Blackbirds, the song of the local Tit family, the cooing of a pair of doves. And our resident Robin adds his own unmistakable song go the mix.

I hear a motorbike roaring down a street locally and imagine the biker in his leathers and boots. Another squirt of precum.

The sun is beating on the back of the chair. My head starts to seat in the tight hood releasing even more of the lovely leather aroma. I squirm, trying the restraints on my ankles and wrists. They do not move. Another squirt.

There is a small gust of wind, I can feel the breeze in the garden like I never have before.

Then I hear a sound. My neighbour has walked into his garden. I freeze so he does not get an creaks of leather straps in tension. What if he stands on a stool or ladder and looks over? Would he freak or ask to join in? Never really got him worked out…

Time passes. I hear him go back indoors, I think. Anyway, I stop caring and enjoy a real squirming wriggle, stretching the leather straps and getting nowhere!

The breeze again around my back. The sun has dropped and the temperature in my hood falls rapidly to a lovely cool freshness.

Then I hear the clock. My old Longcase ‘Grandfather’ clock in the house strikes 4. It’s just been an hour and I’ve enjoyed it more than just about any session in my cool, dark, soundless cellar!

I can feel the temperature dropping. The air that is flowing around me cools. The birds are starting to find their night time roosts and the level of the song drops.

A new sensation. My balls are always stretched down from my cock by a steel round weight. Today I have a 60mm 750g weight on. It’s starting to get cold! A new sensation completely as the cold steel presses down. The light shorts are not supporting the weight and the ‘boys’ are hanging free down the gap between the leg supports. I can now feel them in a new way. Sensational!

As the clock strikes 5 my partner walks out and feels my body. He also feels my tits and starts to squeeze them. Now this is one thing he does that completely has me enslaved. He tweaks and squeezes and my cock leaps to attention and drools.

With me secure he can take it to the next level and squeeze hard!

Fuck it’s wonderful.

But his wonderful warm heat pad hands are also feeling my back and arms and he says ‘Enough, you are getting chilled’.

Sadly, he’s right. I don’t need a chill right now, so he starts the process of undoing the straps. My head feel the extra tightness as he works the buckle and it comes free from the face strap and then the neck restraint loosens. He does one wrist and bicep. From there I can do the rest slowly. He undoes the hood, padlock, zipper and lacing and I pull it off seeing the wonderful visage of the garden and his grinning face.

Got to do this again. Wonder what it’s like in the rain??

 

Metal would like to thank Steellock for this story!