By bondagegimp

Trauma therapy

Wall. In front of me, all I can see is the wall. I’m standing on my tiptoes. The muzzle I’m wearing has this ring right in front of my mouth, and Bob has attached it to a hook on the wall so high that I have to stand on tiptoes and look diagonally upwards. Bob has left me here while he prepares something. I can’t see what, I can’t see him. I only see the wall. My head is tied to the wall with a thick lock. But I can hear him working.

Steel bars are banging together, a screwdriver is screwing, things are being pushed back and forth on the floor. I have no idea what he’s up to. I’m nervous, sweating. The sweat is collecting in the booties of the rubber suit. It’s the same one as yesterday on our walk. The one with the rubber sheath over the hole. Bob fucked it into me again with great pleasure. I’m also wearing my sneakers again. And the gag from yesterday, the mouth over it is taped up again with the foil plaster, on top of which is the rubber mask from the suit.

Bob wants to re-create yesterday. We were just lying in the evening sun. My shoulders ached from the tight restraints, the collar cutting into my neck. But I enjoyed the moment with Bob, who, lost in thought, played with my nipples while I snuggled into his muscles.

“You know, I’ve been thinking. We both experienced a deep hurt yesterday. And we inflicted it on each other. And ultimately it was the same hurt, just from different perspectives. You wanted to run away, but you actually wished I would catch you again. Or at least you were hurt that I didn’t chase you down and catch you. And I wanted to see if you would take the opportunity and try to run away from me. I wanted to chase you and witness the moment when you realized your mistake and came back. I never wanted to let you truly escape; I wanted to let you roam a little on a long leash. And I wanted to watch you run away, watch you run, despite all the little meannesses I had planned for you that were meant to make your running more difficult.”

“But then things turned out differently, as we know,” he continued. “You managed to escape in a way neither of us expected, a way that caught us both off guard, and then hurt us both so deeply. We took things too far, to a point where we both lost control. An injury like that can turn into a trauma that could strain our relationship. We can’t allow that to happen. We have to work on it. And I already have an idea how we’ll do that!”

The tone in which Bob said this had many undertones and nuances. Bob had seemed somewhat lethargic all day. From the moment he locked the mitts and pulled my hands painfully up by the collar, he was back to normal. Now he was at his best. I felt his energy and shuddered. Bob developed a plan. And whenever he has a plan, he follows through relentlessly. I’ve had to learn that. If Bob is just playing superficially and I whine because I can’t stand it, then he’ll let up. But if he has a plan, if he’s pursuing a goal, then he won’t be distracted. Whining, begging – it doesn’t help. Bob sees exactly when I can’t go on. But when he has his goal in mind, he gives me just a short break – then I carry on. Then he pushes, he forces me. Then he pushes me to the limits, sometimes even beyond them. His gaze then changes, a predatory gaze. Bob is no longer quite Bob. Something inside him takes control. His reptilian brain.

It is the oldest brain in our evolutionary history. It controls our instincts, our direct reactions to external influences. When a reptile flees from a hostile situation, it is this brain. Only later did the brain learn to coordinate the processes within the organism, and finally, the ability to create an image of our environment within ourselves emerged. But the reptilian brain is still there, and it takes control when we encounter extreme situations: fear, panic, lust.

When Bob’s reptilian brain takes over, those are the moments when he scares me. He’s losing control, or rather, Bob’s more evolutionarily developed brain regions are losing control. Bob then becomes nothing but instinct. The hunter who only sees the prey.

Bob is then just the primal Bob. He loses all civilizational barriers. Really? What remains is empathy. Bob is compassionate. He has an incredibly high EQ, I think. He actually always knows what I’m feeling because he feels it with me, he can empathize with me. Yes: he suffers with me when I suffer, he comes alive when I come alive. And this ability in him becomes even stronger the more the reptilian brain comes out.

Maybe that’s what scares me? It makes it easier for Bob to shed the encrustations of civilization. No wonder; he grew up here in this — affectionately called — unspoiled country life. I grew up in a middle-class environment. Yacht club, Rotary club, etc. If, as a teenager, you can already taste the difference between “foi gras d’oie” and “foi gras de canard,” then you’re generally at a great distance from your reptilian brain. You have it under control, you suppress it. And yes, I learned that. I had my reptilian brain under control.

But when Bob’s reptilian brain awakens, when Bob becomes the primal Bob, it scares me. And the real fear isn’t the fear of what this uncontrolled primal Bob might do, because he’s full of empathy. My fear is how Bob’s reptilian brain communicates with my reptilian brain. Ignoring all civilizational encrustations, his reptilian brain speaks directly to mine. My fear is the fear of how my reptilian brain responds. The very fact that it responds scares me. I’ve only noticed this brains voice since I’ve been here. And it’s getting stronger every day.

What is Bob up to, what is his plan? Now my reptilian brain is back in the zone between fear and lust. I sense that whatever Bob is planning is going to be uncomfortable, but also that it’s going to be hot. My cock is wedged between me and the wall, standing stiffly upwards. My hands are in the padded rubber mitts of the suit, with the leather cuffs over them, just like yesterday. But without the belt around my waist. Today my hands are simply clasped behind my back. My feet are free, just like yesterday, but at the moment that’s not doing me much good, because the way my head harness is pulling me upwards, I have to keep them tightly stretched out to be able to stand at all.

I’m standing in the hallway on the upper floor. After Bob put the rubber suit on me and inserted a catheter, he chained me to the wall here. He’s in the room behind me. I haven’t seen this room yet; I’ve never been in it before. The door is open, and light streams into the hallway. I can hear everything Bob is doing. I just can’t see anything; my face is fixed to the wall. Bob enjoys this kind of game. He wants me to notice that he’s preparing something, to think about it, but not to find out what’s really going on. He wants to increase the tension. He succeeds. I keep trying to turn my head at least a little, to at least see something out of the corner of my eye, but with the greatest effort, all I can see is some hallway to my left or right.

Every now and then Bob walks past me to get something. He then takes the opportunity to stand behind me for a moment, press his body against the wall, fondle me, squeeze my balls a little, and finger my hole. The sheath in my hole makes the feeling different, pretty hot. But it’s always just a few moments before Bob continues working. Every time Bob walks past I try to see as much of him as possible. On this occasion I also saw out of the corner of my eye that Bob was bringing poles into the room. But above all I want to see Bob. He’s wearing his short shiny nylon sports shorts again, which really don’t cover anything but his bottom and genitals. He’s wearing sports socks and high-top sneakers, but his upper body is bare.

One time he comes to me specifically with various plugs. First he measures my legs. Then he tests the plugs. They are all metal plugs. He tries them out one after the other, fucking me with each one a few times, in and out. Some are too thin for him, but some are too thick. He can get them in, but they are too difficult to get out again. Eventually he is satisfied with one that goes in and out with slight resistance because it stays quite thick on the shaft and the sphincter cannot close as tightly behind the last bulge – a bit like a cross between a plug and a dildo. I get scared because the plug is uncomfortably fat in almost every position. What is Bob planning to do with it?

Now he comes with two small, round plastic pieces, little tubes made of Plexiglas or something. He opens the zippers over my nipples and places one of the plastic pieces on the first nipple. He turns a screw on it, and my nipple is sucked into the tube. He does the same with the other nipple. It’s not extremely painful, but a little. Especially when I hit the wall. That makes it even harder to stand here. He turns both suction cups a little more – now it hurts a lot more, and I moan into the gag. Satisfied, Bob goes back into the room and continues working.

Now he seems to be finished. He comes to me, stands behind me, and pushes me against the wall until I groan in pain because the nipple suckers are pushed sideways and hurt. With one hand, he grabs my hole, which is lined with the rubber sheath. He puts two, then three, then four fingers in and pulls me up a little. “I think you’ll soon be ready for my fist too. It’s not far off. Today’s training will help with that. But that’s just a side effect; we want to work on our trauma. I’ve built something nice there; it will definitely help! Come on, I’ll show you.” Bob sounds proud of himself. He unties me from the wall and pulls me behind him by the ring on the gag – almost like a nose ring. My hands are still tied behind my back.

I’m seeing the room for the first time. It’s quite large, with some exercise equipment. Bob is obviously training his muscles here. At first, I don’t recognize what Bob has built; there’s too much equipment lying around. Bob waits, amused, until I spot it myself. Then I see it! By the window overlooking the forest is a treadmill. Bob has built a frame around this treadmill. Behind the treadmill is a pole. From there, just below knee height, two poles extend around the sides of the treadmill. A little further on, at back height, a pole extends forward to the middle of the treadmill. There is another vertical pole attached, ending at the top at neck level and at the bottom at crotch level. At the bottom, the pole bends, and the metal plug is attached to it. “So, do you like it? We’ll use it to reenact your escape — but with a different ending, an ending that makes us both happy!”

The rack looks threatening! I have a vague idea of what’s coming, but I don’t yet understand all the details. Bob slaps my ass, and I hesitantly approach the rack. Bob pushes me backward onto the treadmill, stands in front of me, grabs me and lifts me up. I’m always amazed at how strong Bob is. I see his biceps bulge as he lifts me up with ease and places me over the plug. Now he slowly lowers me down. I feel ball after ball pushing into my hole. The last one is the thickest, and even though I’ve had the plug inside me before, it’s still a bit painful as my hole expands one last time and then contracts around the shaft of the plug. However, the shaft itself is also thick, so even in this position the hole remains quite dilated.

Bob lets go of me, the last few centimeters pushing into my hole, and I moan loudly into the gag. I can’t quite reach the floor with my heels without the plug pressing too deeply and drilling into my hole. But I don’t want to stand any higher on tiptoes either, because that’s when the first big ball comes in and stretches my hole painfully again. Bob grins and flicks the nipple suckers, making me moan. “Yes, the height is perfect! Now just a few quick adjustments and we can start our walk.”

He now attaches the collar of the head harness to the upper end of the bar with a short chain, maybe 5 cm long. Then he opens the lock between my hands, brings my hands behind the bar, and immediately closes the lock again. My hands are now behind the bar, even secured to the bar, a little higher than they would be when relaxed. Now Bob takes care of my cock and balls, which hang out the front of the suit. Well, my cock isn’t hanging – it’s been standing hard ever since Bob pulled me into the room by my muzzle, and it’s only gotten stiffer since then. Bob takes a piece of rawhide and wraps it tightly around my cock and balls until my balls stick out separately to the side and my cock is tightly bound at the base and behind my balls. Bob pulls the two loose ends through my crotch onto my back, pushes my cock firmly between my legs, and then pulls the two ends of the string up to the ring at the top of my head harness. This pulls my head back slightly, so that I can no longer look down without pulling on my balls. That’s why I can no longer see what Bob is doing to my cock. I only notice him applying straps or something similar to my balls, shaft, and glans. By now, I’ve had enough experience with Bob to suspect that these are electrodes. This is confirmed when cables come into play, connected to a small box placed diagonally in front of me next to a comfortable-looking armchair.

Fuck, what is Bob planning? A walk? A reenactment of the escape, but with an ending that “makes us both happy”? I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit of an unpleasant experience for me. Bob is now playing with the nipple suckers, twisting them, pulling on them. I had already seen how deeply my nipples were sucked into the Plexiglas tube, slowly turning red and then a little blue. Bob twists them a bit further, and they are sucked in even more painfully. Now he’s pulling on the sucker on my left nipple until it comes off with an audible “pop.” He takes my nipple into his mouth, sucks on it himself, tickles it with his tongue, and at the same time continues to play with the sucker with his other hand, pulling on it until it too comes off with a “pop.” He works on that one too with his mouth, meanwhile twisting the left one with his fingers. My nipples feel thick and fleshy. I moan into my gag with pain and pleasure. Bob places the suction cup on my left nipple again, sucking it in even deeper than before, and does the same thing on the right. Now he takes out a thin string. I feel him wrap it around my left nipple just behind the tube and slowly tighten it until the suction cup slips off and falls to the floor. My nipple, however, is now tied off, and it hurts. Bob plays a bit with the fleshy part sticking out from behind the string, then does the same with the other nipple.

Now he takes the loose ends of the nips – I sense the worst. He pushes my head forward slightly, so I have to pull on my balls. With his other hand, he threads the strings from the nips through the ring at the front of the muzzle, pulls them taut, and ties them securely. When I move my head, I now pull either my balls or my nips, or both at the same time, as tightly as Bob pulled the strings.

Bob takes a step back, examining his work. He looks satisfied. And yes, it really has all been perfectly thought out. Devilishly well thought out. I understand why Bob is so proud! Bob goes to the armchair and sits down with his legs wide apart. I have a perfect view of him, his thick thighs, his shorts, and underneath that magnificent package, which has now grown even larger. His bare, broad torso with his fleshy pecs and his muscular arms. The sight of him is once again breathtaking. He rubs his bulge with one hand, looking at me intensely. He is sitting in front of a large window with a beautiful view of the forest a few hundred meters away.

He operates the treadmill with a remote control. I have to walk. Luckily, it’s slow, but I have no choice. The side bars below knee height immediately made sense to me. They prevent my feet from touching the side of the edge to get some rest. My feet are forced onto the treadmill. It forces me to walk. Yes, really devilishly well thought out! It’s uncomfortable and exhausting. Luckily, the treadmill is very slow, I can move my feet carefully, and I can largely avoid strong movements up or down, so that the plug is hardly pulled out or pushed in further. I can also keep my head mostly straight, but with every slight movement I immediately feel an unpleasant pulling on my nipples or balls. The nipples hurt more, which is why I keep my head bent slightly forward.

My balls, pulled between my legs, are uncomfortable, but not nearly as painful as my nipples. When I walk, my thighs rub against my balls and swing my cock back and forth. It’s actually kind of arousing. My cock is constantly stimulated. Now Bob switches on the electric device. A gentle tingling sensation runs through my cock and balls. Bob is sitting comfortably on the sofa and has me completely under his control! He increases the speed only slightly; now it’s a normal walking pace, like a stroll. Immediately everything becomes more difficult. I move up and down more, the plug is now pushed deeper into my hole, the lower ball now noticeably stretches the hole. Suddenly, severe pain in my balls! Electric shocks! But only briefly, thankfully.

Bob grins at me. “I just wanted to quickly test the functions. Now we can start the walk. We’ll start from the parking lot. I’ve positioned the treadmill so you have a view of the forest, as a reminder of yesterday’s scenery. Some things are missing, of course, but I’ve added a few other things. Please try to remember yesterday’s situations as vividly as possible so we can relive them. We’re now walking from the parking lot to the forest path. We’re enjoying the fresh forest air. You still have to get used to walking with all of these things. Your feet are slipping in your rubber socks. How is it now? Is it still slippery? Or is it still okay? When the sweat pours, it gets more slippery. That’s how it was yesterday, right? You remember our agreement? If you’re gagged, one hmph is a yes, two hmphs is a no. You remember that, right?”

I say nothing, just stare at him, aghast. I’m still completely perplexed by the absurd scene Bob has created and is forcing me into! A sharp pain in my balls jolts me upright. Quickly: ” Hmph!”

Okay, you remember. How are the socks? Slippery like yesterday’s beginning, or less so?” Hmph hmph Hmm!” How am I supposed to answer yes or no to “or” questions? Bob laughs. “Sorry! Are they just as slippery as they were at the beginning of the walk?” A hmm for yes. They actually feel very similar. Not from sweat, which came later and made everything even more unpleasant, but from the silicone oil in the suit. Bob deliberately directs my attention to noticing all the unpleasant little things he had planned for me.

“The plug in your pants moved with every step, right? Was that uncomfortable? But did it also excite you?” I try to indicate a so-so with a hmhmhmpf, not wanting to admit that it actually excited me. Because it was also uncomfortable and annoying. Another strong electric shock to my balls. “Did it excite you!?” Bob gets louder, more demanding. ” Hmpf” – I can’t deny it, Bob knows it. That it was also uncomfortable is a detail that is omitted from the yes-no questions.

“The diaper was extra thick and had an extra-wide insert. I left it out today because I want to see your cock. Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible yesterday. I want to see how your horniness takes over. Did the diaper hinder your walking? And the tied hands? You were aware that under normal circumstances, you’re probably the faster runner. But after the first few steps, you realized that you couldn’t outrun me with all these restrictions. That’s when you started thinking about an alternative plan, right?” Bob doesn’t wait for an answer, but gives me an extremely harsh electric shock, so that I briefly lose control of my legs and ram the plug all the way into my hole. I yelp into the gag. Another electric shock. “Right??” A hmpf for yes. He either noticed it then, or reconstructed it in retrospect during his analysis of the day. But now he wants confirmation from me. He wants to understand how I managed to trick him!

“Now comes the first bench. You pulled us there, you wanted a break. Yes, it’s tiring walking with these restraints. But it was still too early for a break. By now you’ve gotten used to the situation, we could go a little faster.” I whimper into the gag, but Bob has already increased the speed of the treadmill. It’s a brisk walk now. I can hardly avoid moving up and down on the plug. I’m inevitably fucking myself while walking. I can’t keep my head still anymore; I’m constantly pulling on my nipples and balls. My thighs, wrapped in rubber, are also rubbing against my balls. My cock is being flung back and forth by the brisk walking, the catheter hits my legs, and the glans repeatedly rubs against the rubber of my legs. Bob also turns up the pleasant electrostimulation, which runs continuously and arouses me even more.

“Now the first group of hikers is coming towards us. That’s when you had an idea how to escape! I could see it in your face. Your body tensed briefly and almost imperceptibly, but I felt it immediately! I was able to react in time; we simply turned off. I could see the disappointment in your face.” Bob fires a long series of hard electric shocks. I writhe, briefly forgetting the plug in my hole and my nipples, but the pain quickly brings me back and forces me to regain control. Bob didn’t need to ask a question; he knows!

“Now we’re going downhill a bit. Sweat has collected in those rubber socks, so you’ll have to go slower down.” Bob slows down, making it a little more bearable. He’s really acting out the walk. He’s having fun with the details. I’m dreading the moment when he reenacts the situation where I run away. While I run, I won’t be able to control anything, the plug will tear my hole apart, and I don’t even want to think about my nipples. Does Bob want me to develop fear of the escape scene, a deep-seated fear? He’s already partly succeeding. There’s a slightly cruel streak in him now.

“We come to the clearing with the beautiful waterfall and take a break. Bob turns off the treadmill, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I can really use the break. Bob stands up and comes behind me. “We were lying on the lounger, tightly embraced.” Bob hugs me from behind. He plays with my nipples, but even the slightest touch hurts now. They’re completely overstimulated. He continues to play with them, even though I flinch with every movement. From behind, he reaches through my crotch to my tightly tied balls, kneading them, grabbing his fingers over my cock, especially the head.

“We had a little snack. Bob gets the funnel and a bottle of porridge. I don’t want it, not now, but Bob just pours it into me. Then another bottle of water, like yesterday at the waterfall. Like yesterday, it pushes my bladder to the limit. Bob puts a bucket under me, opens the catheter. The piss just flows out of me, while Bob kisses me all over my head and continues to play with my nipples and balls. “Then the two couples came. You wondered if you could get their attention, but there was no way. I had you too tight in my arms.” Bob squeezes me even tighter, practically clinging to me. Now he turns the pleasant stream up very high, like yesterday on the lounger. And like yesterday, extreme horniness immediately rises, and I moan loudly. “Yes, that got those two uptight couples away! They were so embarrassed, they thought we were having sex.”

Bob clamps the catheter shut, takes a few steps back, but doesn’t sit down again. He starts the treadmill again. The brisk pace. He reduces the stimulating current just a little. Now I fuck myself again with the plug. I push the head as far forward as I can bear on my balls to relieve the pressure on the cord to my nipples. The main thing is that the head doesn’t pull on my nipples! Bob sees this and unties the knot. I breathe a sigh of relief, really thinking he’s releasing me. But instead, he tightens the cords to my nipples, so that the pull on my balls and nipples is now even stronger. I yelp into the gag, but Bob speeds up the treadmill a little. I moan; it’s getting harder and harder to maintain control.

“As the two guys approached us, already from a distance, you quickened your pace. Even that was barely noticeable, just a tiny bit. But I noticed it. I also noticed you scanning the path, wondering if I could take another detour. But then the two of them turned off themselves, and I thought that was the end of it. But you already had a new plan in your head!” Suddenly, another violent electric shock. I instinctively jerk my head back, tugging at my nipples, and yelping.

“And then we slowly came to the crossing. You had calculated correctly. You probably could have reached them before I caught you. Your plan became clear to me the moment you started running.”

Bob suddenly sets the treadmill to a pretty high speed. I have to run, really run! My hole, my nipples, my balls – everything hurts, but I can’t take any care. I have to run. As I run, my movement becomes more bouncy, my upper body now moves violently up and down, my head flings back and forth. The chain connecting the collar to the frame tears at my neck, forcing my body into an upright position, my hands tied behind the bar involuntarily tugging at the restraints. My hole now moves violently up and down, ramming the plug deep into me with full force with one step, only to rip it out again over the first ball with the next step. Over and over again. Now the electric shocks come, just like yesterday during the run.

“At the junction, you looked back briefly. You looked into my eyes. And you looked so sad! Your body language showed it to me. You didn’t want to leave!” I have to concentrate on the race; the treadmill is relentless, the plug is torturing my hole, my nipples feel like they’re about to burst.

Now Bob comes very close to me. I look at him pleadingly, full of desperation. How long will he let me run like this? But Bob stays motionless. “From here on, we change the story. You were disappointed that I didn’t run after you, that I didn’t catch you. You were unhappy that you could run away. But today our story continues differently. Something is holding you back: the plug, the restraints, your lust. You run and run! You run away, but you can’t escape me, you run, but you stay with me.” Bob turns the treadmill up a notch. The plug fucks me, the electric shocks pierce my balls like needles, while at the same time the stimulation drives me to an unparalleled horniness.

“You’re running faster and faster, but you’re not moving. It’s like a dream, where you want to run, but you’re paralyzed. You’re running with all your might, but you stay with me. And Bob stays with you.” Bob is standing next to me. I’m running, but he’s standing calmly beside me. His hands glide over my rubberized body. He licks my sore nipples, plays with me, caresses me, kneads my bottom. The electrostimulation is getting stronger. Bob is now kneeling in front of me on the two poles, his head very close to mine, looking deep into my eyes as I whine and plead more and more desperately into the gag. It’s not just the pain in my nipples, balls, and hole; I’m also at the end of my strength. I’m now sprinting at top speed. Bob holds my head between his hands, calmly studies my gaze, passionately kisses my muzzle, licks my rubberized head, and runs his tongue under the straps of the head harness.

Now he stands up, legs wide apart in front of me, slightly above me, his feet on the bars. My head is level with his chest. I see his body in front of me: his fleshy chest, his shiny shorts, beneath which Bob’s stiff, huge cock is clearly visible. He presses my head against his chest. I barely notice that the cords are pulling even harder on my balls and nipples. I keep running, Bob just stands there, holding my head tightly against his bare chest, bends down toward me, and lays his head on mine. My legs run and run, but my head is tightly enclosed by Bob, his chest, his powerful arms, his head. “You stay with me. Bob stays with you.” At that moment, the sperm shoots out of me like an explosion. It sprays past the catheter and onto the entire treadmill. It barely stops; I keep running and running, Bob still holding me tightly, as if he never wants to let me go.

Finally, he turns off the treadmill, the electric shocks, and the stimulation. I hang in his arms, crying; he continues to hold me, stroking me gently and lovingly. “Bob will always stay with you. You will always stay with Bob. And now Bob will take you to his dungeon.”

Thanks to @geokra8 (Twitter/X), who posted a video that inspired me for this scene.

To be continued…

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The story is a mixture of different fantasies. Some scenes I have experienced myself in a similar, usually somewhat more harmless form. Some scenes came to my mind when I saw photos or videos of sessions, and some scenes were inspired by stories I read here or elsewhere on the internet. However, the feelings I am describing are to a large extent what I have actually experienced.

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