By Suitandbondagelover

Sir leaves the dungeon and I find myself alone in this room attached to this cross.

I can only look at myself in the position of this gentleman prisoner. After a while I feel drool coming out of my mouth trapped in this ball gag.

The drool is getting harder and harder to contain and I can feel my shirt getting wet.

The whole night has made me very tired and I fall asleep despite the constraints but I cannot really sleep because regularly the dildo reminds me with an electric shock whose intensity is never twice the same.

Despite the awkward position I am in a state of euphoria and excitement.

Suddenly the dungeon door opens and Sir enters. Although it is not a working day, the gentleman is elegantly dressed. He wears a beige Italian suit, a heavy blue tie over an azure blue shirt, and very elegant black shoes.

Hello Georges he said to me. He removes the ball gag from my mouth. Hope you enjoyed this moment. You stayed in this position for three hours. Yes Sir, Thank you Sir, I am responding in a voice that I hope is convincing enough. Sir lets down my pants and removes the dildo from my anus. He also removes the chastity cage. He puts my pants back on. I’m going to untie you but be careful you might feel weak if you activate too quickly. Then I’ll take you to take a shower before we share breakfast.

Now you can call me Paul and we can talk to each other again. Paul has to support me as we make our way to the bathroom. Your shirt and tie are in a deplorable state, you will find a clean shirt and a tie in the bathroom.

I take a long hot shower and regain energy. After about ten minutes there is no more trace of semen or perspiration. Paul has prepared a razor, a toothbrush. So I shave myself and clean my mouth.

I dress in the shirt Paul gave me and see that it fits me. Paul chose a regimental burgundy and blue silk tie. I tie it with a double Windsor knot. Paul thought about providing me with boxer shorts. My costume suffered from the ropes and other ties that Paul used that night. But it gives us proof of our intense night of sex.

I join Paul for a healthy breakfast, Paul cannot hide his erection from seeing me and I am excited too at the sight of this elegant man.

At the end of the meal Paul asks me what I thought of our night. I tell him that I loved being under his control.

Would you like us to repeat the experience, asks Paul. Yes I would love to I tell him.

He gets up from his chair, walks over to me, takes my head in his hands and kisses me deeply. Follow me he tells me, he takes me by the tie and brings me back to the dungeon. I will take your measurements that could be useful to us maybe one day. Like an experienced tailor, Paul takes the measurements as if he had to make a bespoke suit for me. When he’s done he kisses me again, we hug for a long time and he’s clearly leading the maneuver. Without realizing it I found myself with my back on the St Andrew cross. Still our mouths stuck together and our tongues greedily answering each other Paul uses his strength to tie me back to the cross. This done, Paul walks over to the wall and chooses a leather muzzle and fix it on my head.

He opens my pants and my cock appears at attention. He puts on a pair of leather gloves again. I saw that you liked it, he told me. He masturbates me and it doesn’t take long before I explode.

Once well drained, he cleans my penis with his tongue. He then places the chastity cage that I had known last night. He pulls up my pants and whispered in my ear, we’ll meet up next Friday for another crazy night. In the meantime you will remain in chastity. I’m already looking forward to having you all week sitting across from me at the desk and knowing that I have you at my mercy.

He unties me from the cross and takes off the muzzle. Come, I’ll take you back to the office so you can pick up your car. Just before leaving the villa Paul kisses me again.

Monday morning I go to the office a little anxious to find Paul and see how this week will last. I have with me my bag of dirty laundry with the shirt and tie covered in cum. What will the people responsible for the cleanup think?

Paul arrives a few minutes after me and greets me with a frank handshake. It seems nothing happened between us last Friday. The workload is quite intense and the days go by at an incredible speed. Thursday at the end of the day Paul said to me: “I have reserved a table in a very discreet restaurant, the address of which not many people know. I would like you to wear your gray suit that you had on Monday and the tie from Wednesday. The table is reserved for 9 p.m. This will give you time to come home to take a shower and get ready. I will pick you up because access to the restaurant is restricted to members and their guest.

Friday we leave the office around 6:30 p.m. and I go home. I’m already in the bathroom when I get a text from Paul. I unlocked the chastity cage for an hour so you can take a shower and check that you haven’t grown hair during the week. I want you impeccably shaved. When this is done you will put the cage back in place and text me to re-lock. You are prohibited from masturbating during this hour.

So I check my body and indeed some hairs have grown during the week and I do what is necessary to have a body free of hair.

Once done I send the following message The sex of your prisoner is again in his chastity cage sir. Thank you sir. 30 seconds later I hear a click and I am again deprived of access to my penis.

I start to dress I put a white shirt directly on my chest. I use elastic garters to keep my shirt tight. My nipples stand out through the fabric. It turns me on but I don’t have a chance to be hard.

The cufflinks are the same gray as the suit I’ll be wearing.

I put on yellow stockings that go up to my knees, immaculate white boxer shorts and the pants of my light gray suit. I tie Paul’s chosen tie around my neck. This is a tone-on-tone regimental yellow silk tie. I choose a double four in hand knot which suits the cut away collar of my shirt. I matched my pocket square to the tie and chose to fold it into three folds.

It is 8 pm and Paul rings the bell at my door. I open the door and let him in. He is dressed in a black slim suit, a white shirt and a black tie. Everything in him intends respect and domination.

He kisses me tenderly and then checks my outfit. Perfect he tells me that’s exactly what I expected from you.

We take his car and head for the restaurants. This is what we call the upscale part of the city. We stop at a mansion that doesn’t give the impression of being a restaurant. Paul rings the bell and a man comes to open the door. Good evening Mr. Paul, your table is reserved as usual. He leads us to our table where two men are waiting for us, who take care of our chair.

All the staff members are in black tuxedos with bow ties. There are only five tables in the restaurant and for each there are two appointed men. They all have athletic bodies and look like they’ve served in the military.

We are the last guests, all the other tables are already occupied by only two men all elegantly dressed in suits and ties. At each table one of the two men is dressed in the same way as Paul, in a suit and black tie. As if they were part of a club with the same uniform.

Paul tells me that the menu is the same for all the tables and has been chosen by the chef. We start with a mix of sushi and sashimi, followed by poultry and a lemon mousse for dessert. Everything is delicious in small quantities, but at the end of the meal I don’t feel like I’m hungry yet. Paul and I chatted about everything and nothing again and I’m starting to wonder what we’re doing here. I expected something sexier.

We are served coffee and in the same movement the two servers assigned to each table stand behind the men who are not in black suits. The light suddenly changes and a spot is aimed at every man who is not in the club uniform. One of the two waiters stands behind my back and puts his hand over my mouth. The other uses handcuffs and ties me to the chair. It didn’t take 15 seconds.

The other men seem to know what’s going on and don’t resist. Clearly they know the procedure.

Paul tells me tonight you are prisoner Number 3. You will respond to the requests of all people who will give you an order. Each order will start with Number 3.

From now on I am a Master and if you have to talk to me you will only use this name.

If you promise to stay silent the waiter will take his hand out of your mouth. Nod if you agree. And I do.

The waiter removes his hand from my mouth but stays behind me at attention.

Master tells me that I am the only one here for whom this is the first time to eat in this private club. You will attend the preparation of each prisoner for the night then will come your turn.

At the first table the two waiters begin their work on prisoner Number 1. They place a leather head harness. There is a gag incorporated into the muzzle. When it is tight and closed, the servers place padlocks on the five loops. They give the keys to the Master of this table. They hook a leash to the D-ring placed on the neck of Prisoner 1. The Prisoner gets up from his chair kneels before his Master places his hands behind his head fingers crossed.

At the second table it’s now up to Prisoner 2 to be prepared. The waiters place an open mouth spandex hood. The prisoner sees nothing but his mouth is at the disposal of the Masters. He stands up too, kneels down and places his hands behind his head.

I think it’s my turn but it’s towards table 4 that things are going. Prisoner 4 gets up from his chair. He begins to take off his jacket, unties his tie, takes off his shoes, his pants, his boxer shorts and ends with his shirt. He is completely naked in the middle of the restaurant. From the office one of the waiters arrives with a rolling table. Above it is a Trojan body harness that the prisoner hastens to pass. Then one of the waiters places a black leather discipline collar. Next comes leather handcuffs around the wrists and ankles. To stay in style, the prisoner ties a leather tie around the collar. The prisoner’s hands are finally tied behind his back with a padlock, the key of which is given to the Master. The prisoner kneels before his Master.

It is the next to last prisoner’s turn to be prepared for the night. He gets up from his chair, takes off his jacket and stands straight in front of his Master. He is in a shirt and tie and his pants is held up by suspenders. The waiters begin to tie up the prisoner with ropes, the torso and arms only. They also use ropes to tie the hands of the prisoner behind the back. They place a locking front leather gag and close it with a padlock. They give the key to the Master. The waiter ends up placing black Japanese clamps on the prisoner’s nipples. The prisoner is finally ready and kneels before his Master.

So there is only me left who is not prepared for the night. My Master tells me this is your first night as a prisoner of the club. You are going to be used in any way the Masters here present want to, but they won’t be alone anytime soon other members will join us. Master gets up from his chair and kisses me tenderly. I’m going to prepare you, he told me. Thank you Master, I answer with a little anguish in my voice. Master begins by putting some sort of plug in the ears. The waiters give my Master a neoprene sensory hood. The hood does not have the mouth or eye part. Master closes the zip behind the head. It adds over a neoprene collar with 4 d ring. He closes it with a padlock and puts the key in his pants pocket.

He then takes the mouth cover in his hand and fixes it in place. I find myself deprived of any notion of noise and I can no longer speak. I feel the handcuffs being released from the chair to cuff my hands behind my back. The waiters force me to kneel in front of my Master.

I see that plugs are also put in the ears of other prisoners.

Suddenly I hear my Master’s voice in my ears. In fact the plugs are wireless ear plugs. Have a good night he told me.

The night can begin.

To be continued …