By findingmyself1986

You agreed to this last month, and once you locked the chastity belt on there was no turning back. Of course you could just decide not to show up for the party, but why do that? First off that would mean no main attraction, and second you will likely never see the keys to that belt again.

While most guests will be getting ready after work, your part preparation starts Wednesday night after your last solid meal. You decide to make it a light one as you know what lays ahead. Thursday morning finds you preparing jello and broth for your liquid diet and drinking the colon prep you snuck from the hospital. The cramps are hell but necessary for tomorrow morning.

Friday morning finds your nerves at their peak as you power on. Hopefully by Monday morning your dick will be free of its steel prison. You make the drive to the party location and upon arrival, strip and strap yourself standing spread eagle, blindfolded, outside in the fenced backyard as you wait for the doms to arrive. Your only hope is that UPS or Fedex does not show up with a package to leave out back.

The morning sun is beating your back as you feel the hands start to caress your back and then you hear the first whisper in your ear, “You better be cleaned out gimp.” Then you feel the cold probe at your ass and you know it’s started.

The plug is pumped to its max and the water begins working its way into your gut, but you cannot focus on that because just as the water starts flowing you feel the first strike of the flogger warming your back up. Just as you think your gut cannot grow anymore the flow stops and then another whisper, “don’t go anywhere.” For what feels like eternity you hear laughter and drinks while you squirm with the cramps.

Finally another hand comes behind you, deflates the plug and rips it out. After eternity you hear, “good job gimp.” Then the whoosh of the cane starts; you remind yourself with each gagged scream that you agreed to this — 30 whacks of the cane if you were clean, 100 if you were not. Thank goodness you were clean.

Finally the caning stops and you hang limp in your bonds knowing this is only the beginning.  You feel the cold spray from the hose and enjoy it, it’s the last coolness you will feel for who knows how long and the sun slowly dries you. Slowly you are let down from the spread eagle and allowed a glass of water. Then you are led down to the dungeon and you see it; you knew it would be intimidating but the sight just sanks in the reality. There it hangs, your outfit for the weekend, unless a reprieve finds you.

Again you could turn back but then that means your dick will be locked away forever. The second dom greases your hole deeply (you’re going to need it) and then brings out a steel dildo that makes your eyes grow wide. It takes a while but after a lot of work and grunting your ring caves and the dildo starts sliding its way in. Then the belt comes up between your ass, locking the dildo home and the wires are hooked up for later. After the dildo is in the dom drops a yellow chip in a bag and leaves the dungeon.

The third dom enters and tells you to lay down. As you lay down you groan as the dildo digs deeper. He opens up a kit and gloves up as he cleans your dick through the chastity belt and then slowly threads the lubed catheter into your dick. As he inflates the balloon you are sealed that much more to your fate. He tells you to stand up and lays the catheter bag on the bed telling you not to move. As he leaves he drops another yellow chip into the bag.

The fourth dom enters and holds up your party attire (what you have been so excited for and dreading at the same time); a thick 1.2mm full catsuit, shoulder entry with a crotch only zipper and full hood with clear lenses, nose and mouth holes. He dust the catsuit down with jlube powder and tells you to stick your legs in. As you lift your legs the dildo keeps shifting and the catheter pulls. You thread your legs in as your feet land into the attached boots. Then he pulls your catheter bag out of the crotch zip and continues working the suit up. As you stick your arms into the sleeves your hands don’t end in gloves but balls. He tightens belts around your wrist rendering your hands useless and then works the hood over your head and then zips the shoulders shut.

Finally he locks all the zips and then as he walks out you see him drop a chip into the bag (while you can’t make out the color through steam on the lenses you know it’s a yellow chip). Finally the fifth and final dom comes in holding a heavy straitjacket. He threads your arms into the sleeving and then seals and locks all the buckles. As he leads you into the padded cell he locks heavy shackles onto your feet and then chains you into the padded cell. He holds up a fifth and final chip and the bag, dropping his chip in the bag. Then he first pours down the first of many flavorless protein shakes to come and  a 60 oz Gatorade as he tells you to rest well, it’s noon and the party doesn’t start until nine. As he closes the door you start to feel the jlube digging into the welts from earlier and then the itching starts. It’s going to be a long wait until the party starts.

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Note from the author: This is my first published story; please send comments to findingmyself1986@aol.com or findingmyself1986 on Recon.