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You’re in No Position to Negotiate – Part 07

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Eventually the door to the basement was unlocked, and Len came down the stairs with a key in his hand. “Ready to be unlocked?” he asked. First he unlocked the chain from the pole, leaving me to wonder if he was going to have me drag this chain around for a while. But then he unlocked the cuff around my foot. “Come upstairs for breakfast.”

I still hadn’t gotten used to hanging around people who were fully clothed when I was naked myself, but I didn’t really have much choice in the matter. Also, it was good to be able to move all of my limbs in any direction. If only my dick weren’t locked up.

My hosts started to make noises about leaving, and I was wondering if I was going to have to wear the cage home like I did last time. Bill brought out a bag, which turned out to have my clothes in it, as well as something else: an old wrestling singlet.

“Here’s what we’re going to do to make your trip home a little more interesting. First, put your jockstrap back on.” Since he didn’t mention anything about unlocking the chastity cage, I guess this meant I was going home locked. “Next, time to put that prostate massager in another time. We recharged it while you were asleep. Should have a few hours of juice in it.” I did so, carefully.

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You’re in No Position to Negotiate – Part 06

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After I had been sent home with my dick locked up for an indefinite period of time, you would think that I would have learned my lesson. Eventually I got the key to the chastity device, and eventually I got myself unlocked. Still, I wanted to give my friends another try and see what challenges they could come up with. I arranged for another overnight session. By now it was winter, so I knew we wouldn’t be playing outdoors, and when we got to Ted and Bill’s house, I wasn’t asked to strip until I got inside. I thought maybe I would at least be allowed to keep my jockstrap on for awhile, they put everything away in a bag and told me to go down to the basement.

“You’ll see some instructions on the table and some toys,” Bill told me. “Read the instructions more than once, because once you start following them, you won’t be able to go back and double check.” This was intriguing. I turned on the light at the top of the stairs and walked down into the room where I had spent the night trying to escape from a duct-tape mummification. This time there was a roll of duct tape, a hood, a padlock and a pair of handcuffs laid out.

The instructions read: “First lock one cuff on one of your wrists. Then place a strip of duct tape over your mouth. Keep track of where the padlock and key are, because you won’t be able to see anything through this hood. Put the hood on, and when it’s comfortable, lock the padlock on the strap around your neck. Pick up the key and turn around two or three times. Then throw the key as hard as you can. Finally, attach the remaining cuff around your other wrist with your hands behind your back. Then wait.”

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You’re in No Position to Negotiate – Part 05

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The sun was almost completely down by the time Ted and Len emerged from dinner.

“Come on inside. We’re almost ready, and Bill is looking for the combination to that lockbox.” They brought be into the kitchen. Apparently they had been enjoying a nice meal, which reminded me of the fact that I was getting hungry.

“We made something for you, too,” said Len, pointing to a bowl of oatmeal on the kitchen counter.  Ted took out the handcuff key and unlocked one cuff, re-locking it with my hands in front so that I could eat. I picked up the bowl and moved to the table.

“Nope,” said Len. “I don’t want your naked ass on my nice chairs. You can sit on that stool with the vinyl cover. Here’s a spoon.” I shuffled over to the counter and ate, though I had to bring both hands to my mouth with each bite. It was also a bit of a challenge getting up on the stool, with my ankles chained together. My butt cheeks stuck to the vinyl, and every time I shifted I had to be careful not to lose my balance, with my limited range of motion on all my limbs. It also felt really strange to be completely naked – apart from the chains and chastity device – in a room with three fully clothed men. My position and ranking in this scenario was abundantly clear.

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You’re in No Position to Negotiate – Part 04

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I stood there, waiting. I didn’t really have a choice. But I didn’t stand still. I knew there was nothing I could do to escape – metal cuffs and chains can’t be loosened or untied with mere patient efforts. However, I couldn’t stand still and stay something like comfortable. I could still roll my shoulders a little, even with my hands cuffed behind my back, which took a small part of the strain off them, for a few minutes at a time. In the same way, I could move my feet back and forth about a half inch despite the shackles, so if I shuffled a little, my quads could feel a little relief, as well as my back. I couldn’t do much about my neck, though the chain had a little bit of play, and my jaw was soon tired from the ball gag. Since I was locked against a pillar, the more I moved, the more the pillar rubbed between my butt cheeks, which didn’t help with my caged dick.

To distract myself, I tried to assess how bad my situation was. Absolute worst case scenario: a stray ember hits the shed I was in, and I’m left as a singed piece of meat, hours before anyone even notices the fire, like some bad episode of CSI. Highly unlikely to happen. What about getting discovered by strangers? Ted had suggested that a real estate broker could show up any minute. When he and his clients wanted to check the interior of the shed, they would find me in a state they would never forget. The cops would undoubtedly be called, and my story would move from the police blotter to the internet, and my life would be over.

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You’re in No Position to Negotiate – Part 03

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The rest of the week dragged on. I couldn’t get my mind off the fact that I was locked up. Not just that I was locked up, but that I had locked myself up. I’m usually pretty risk-averse, but here I was with my dick locked up, and I had sent the key off to God knows where. I might never hear back from Ted, if that was even his real name, I might never see that key again. I was beginning to understand what it meant when I wrote “I give up control” on that envelope. The key should have reached him by Thursday, but as of Friday night, he had not sent me a message letting me know it had arrived or when I could come to him to get unlocked.

I woke up on Saturday, hoping that there would be something in my inbox to let me know I was going to be released. Nothing. I didn’t want to leave the house in case he sent an e-mail and I didn’t get it, so I sat at the computer. Not much point in looking for porn, given that I was locked up, but maybe I could find something to distract me. Finally, I heard the “ping” that I had a message.

“Be at the Trenton train station at 3.”

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You’re in No Position to Negotiate – Part 02

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I wanted to get the chastity device out of the house. Who knew when someone would come by unannounced and start snooping? Plus, I had to admit that I wanted the temptation far away from me. The Sunday after I got the key back and was able to unlock myself, I e-mailed Ted:

“How can I send the CB back to you? I don’t have your mailing address.”

He wrote back pretty quickly:

“You need to bring it back in person. Are you free next weekend?”

“Yes, no plans.” Maybe he would have time for another bondage session – I could win in more ways than one.

“You promised you would get it back to me according to my instructions. You have to bring it back to me locked on yourself.”

This didn’t sound so bad.

“OK. When and where shall we meet?”

“There’s more. You need to be locked up, but you have to send me the key in advance.”

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You’re In No Position to Negotiate – Part 01

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I’ve been tied up by Charlie a few times, and I’ve been trying to get together with Ted for years – we both seem to know what gets the other excited, but we had never managed to find a time when we could both be free. Also, neither of us hosts, so this has been tricky to arrange. Charlie and Ted both live near each other in New Jersey, so I finally figured out that I could get all three of us together for some bondage fun.

Ted picked me up at the train station in Trenton. Ted had told me that his protocol is that I need to hand over all my clothing as soon as I enter the house, so as soon as the door was shut, I was instructed to strip, and he took my clothes away. I’m always a little worried that my host would have left some curtains open, but from what I could tell, I was safe – I’m not into sharing my bondage fantasies with the general public, I’m not into getting humiliated, and I don’t think it’s OK to bring “civilians” into our games.

We played for a few hours with Charlie’s excellent collection of toys, many of which lock and/or otherwise can’t be removed. The evening progressed through the usual steps of me getting more and more immobilized in his basement, and finally I was given some release. I’m skipping over some details, because that wasn’t really the point of this story. At the end of the evening, I was spent, tired and naked.

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