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It started with Mitts – Part 20-2

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Reflective Interlude

I’m still staring in disbelief at the keys in my hand. What’s going on? This isn’t how I imagined the decision would go. I thought Bob and I would sit down together, talk it over again, and then I’d decide. But he’s leaving me to make this decision alone. He probably thinks he’s said everything he has to say. For him, there’s no compromise. Yes or no. Free or a slave, and that’s it, completely and without exception. No say in the matter. His property.

He’s putting me on the spot, forcing the decision I’ve been putting off until the last minute. I could have decided in the last few days. Well, now I have to decide… and Bob seems to be taking advantage of my indecisiveness. If I don’t decide, I’ll be choosing him, or “us,” as he puts it.

I’m supposed to free myself. He’s built in a hurdle. Or is it another one of his tricks? Maybe he gave me not all keys? Or the wrong keys? That wouldn’t be his style. Would it? Who knows? Perhaps I should check that first before I spend too much time pondering this. I look for the key ring labeled “Handcuffs and Leg Irons.” There are more keys than handcuffs and leg irons I’m wearing. Apparently, it’s the ring with all its corresponding keys. It takes a while until I find the right key, but it fits. Maybe that’s his tactic? Not enough time to unlock everything?

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It started with Mitts – Part 20-1

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The decision

Now! Now I have to decide! FUCK! I’ve known for days, but for days I haven’t been able to! I’m torn! I can’t decide. The last long conversation with Bob three days ago only made things worse. I haven’t slept well since. I lay in bed brooding until I finally fell asleep from exhaustion. Then I had wild dreams. Of Bob, lying happily on a beach with me, like in a normal relationship. Of Bob, holding me captive in his dungeon for days, torturing me. Of a life without Bob, because I left him. When I wake up, I can barely shake the feelings. And either way, they aren’t good feelings. No scenario makes me happy.

The dream of us on the beach started off lighthearted, carefree. In the dream, it felt so good to simply be with Bob, to have a normal relationship with him. But then Bob’s gaze meets mine — an empty gaze, without passion, a gaze that triggers a deep feeling of bitter disappointment within me. It’s that feeling you get when you’ve known for a long time that a relationship has ended, but only that one look reveals the truth you’ve long suppressed — it’s over. A stab in the heart. And neither the white sand nor the aquamarine water of the paradisiacal setting can console me. The stab in the heart makes me bleed. In the dream, I feel the stab and then see my blood flowing onto the white sand, into the aquamarine water. Everything turns black. When I wake up, I feel empty, utterly empty.

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It started with Mitts – Part 19-4

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We need to talk

After a while, Bob gets up, grabs one of the chains attached to the bed, attaches it to my collar, and goes into the tiled room. I hear the shower and lie on the bed, lost in my thoughts. The plug in my hole is pressing hard. I’ve certainly had larger plugs in me before, even a fist, but anything larger was only for a short time. Something this size for a longer period is a new challenge. I can feel my body trying to push the intruder out, but the crotch strap presses it relentlessly into my hole.

Every attempt to push the plug out only makes its presence more obvious and harder to bear. Then there’s the cock cage, the diaper on top, the suit made of strong nylon fabric, and finally the mesh of sturdy leather straps that constrict my lower abdomen into a thick, tight package.

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It started with Mitts – Part 19-3

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Jad and Tom

Speechless, I stare at the cell door. In the end, it all happened so quickly. With my last glance, I saw Jad lying chained to the table, struggling against the gag and mask, writhing, with the plug in his hole. His strong, muscular body, completely in black rubber, only his cock sticking out and Doggy playing with it. Jad, the macho, now just a defenseless, whimpering piece of rubber, overcome by his own lust. What a transformation.

So we leave them both behind. Bob doesn’t give me any time, dragging me along by the chain. On the way, he stops briefly in another room, gets a simple rubber muzzle without a gag, and puts it on me. We continue up the stairs to the living room. There we lie down on the couch again and watch the two of them via the CCTV. Jad is still resisting his restraints, but with a palpable resignation. Doggy continues to use his relative freedom to work Jad all over his body with his mouth, especially Jad’s cock.

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It started with Mitts – Part 19-2

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Jad

Bob holds me in his arms for a long time. I feel depressed. So weak and exposed. Subjugated. Bob has shown me his power. He has shown me how much he has me in his grasp. He makes the decisions. Not me. Just because he shows a moment of weakness doesn’t mean anything will change for me. I actually really like that about Bob, that he has no problem showing himself to be weak and vulnerable sometimes. He doesn’t have to constantly play the macho like Jad. Jad doesn’t allow himself any weaknesses; he always has to be the tough guy.

That’s probably why it’s hitting me harder than expected. The restraints aren’t actually very restrictive; it’s this five-point chain combination that I’ve had several times before: a collar, then a chain to the handcuffs, and then to the ankle cuffs. Sure, it restricts my movements, but I can still move. And muzzles and mittens are nothing new to me. But after Bob leaned against me like that, I briefly felt like an equal. For a moment, I really thought he was going to free me. Especially since the harsh restraints and the electroshock treatment had worn me down. I’m exhausted, I’d like a break. And Bob feels that, I know that. But he doesn’t give me a break, he doesn’t let me out of my situation. The feeling of freedom. I had almost forgotten it. In Bob’s moment of weakness, it suddenly flashed through my mind, but it was an illusion.

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It started with Mitts – Part 19-1

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Liberation?

While Bob was putting Jad in chains, Doggy sat there with his eyes wide open, watching, fascinated, what was happening. It was hard to tell what was going on inside him. Now that Bob is finished with Jad for the time being, Doggy comes crawling up, apparently wanting to get closer to Jad. He tries in vain to get onto the bed. The sight of him helplessly trying with his stumps is pathetic and somehow hot at the same time.

Bob notices him too and lifts him onto the bed, where Doggy immediately starts rubbing his rubberized head against Jad. Bob goes over to a shelf, then to Doggy, takes off the muzzle and puts a ring gag in his mouth instead, securing it with a small lock behind his head. Doggy can no longer close his mouth, but he can use his tongue. He seemed to have been waiting for this. Bob recognized it well again. Doggy immediately starts licking Jad in his rubber suit. He greedily glides his tongue over Jad’s athletic body, following every line of his muscles. He seems to have longed for this for a long time. Of course, Jad always kept him at a distance and Doggy could only yearn for him from a distance.

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It started with Mitts –Part 18

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Electrotorture

Jad had practically jumped up before the glass had even hit the floor. “I’m getting everything ready!” Fuck, he’s probably been imagining all this for days, he won’t spare me anything. I burrow into Bob’s chest. Doggy is still standing there, motionless, with the glass on his back. Bob and I look at him, I look at Bob. I have to laugh into my gag. Bob laughs out loud too, goes to Doggy, takes the glass down, and brings him to us. We both cuddle up to Bob. I don’t really like it, though. I realize how jealous I am. Bob should be mine, mine alone. Yes, admittedly, a questionable claim for someone who’s about to become his slave. But those are my feelings. Another topic I should discuss with Bob. I want him for myself, for me alone!

I tolerate Doggy lying on Bob’s thigh too. I feel a bit sorry for him. Jad seems to be going hard on him. Although, he’s been doing this for a while. And Doggy keeps coming. So, he seems to like it. Just like I haven’t taken any of the opportunities to get away from Bob. He gave me the chance a few times. I stayed. Not least because it wasn’t a final decision. I could postpone the decision. I know procrastination from my studies. It catches up with you really badly at some point. In a few days I have to decide. What exactly? Bob or no Bob? Give up my previous life? Is it giving up? Or is it about choosing a new life? A life full of love, lust and passion? But the price is severing all ties to my former life.

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It started with Mitts –Part 17

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Darkness

Black. Everything is black. It was still light in the cabin when Bob put in my contact lenses. But there’s nothing left of it, not the slightest bit of light. My eyes dart around in panic, trying to see anything, at least a little bit of brightness. But nothing! Since the second lens was in my eye, I haven’t been able to calm down. It’s too brutal how Bob simply took away my sight. One moment it was light, now it’s just black. Blacker than any darkness.

Now Bob snuggles up to me, half on top of me, one leg over my legs so he could rub my diaper with his thigh, or at least I can feel the weight of his leg muscles on my cock. His upper body is half on top of me, one arm around me. His head is very close to mine; I can feel his beard, his breathing. He speaks soothingly to me, holding my head. At the same time, I feel him staring at me. I knew his gaze, when he pierced me with his eyes, peering deep into my innermost being, fathoming me. I feel his face above mine. I know he is staring at me like that again. I know how closely he studied other people’s gazes and how much he can read in them. But it must be different if the gaze isn’t returned. The black contact lenses work both ways. I’m blind, but Bob can’t look into me either. It seems to fascinate Bob incredibly, because he remains completely motionless for several minutes. “Such helpless eyes” – that’s what he says again and again.

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