My head was spinning. Here I was tied naked to the bondage chair, gagged, blindfolded and completely vulnerable. I had just confessed to John that I wanted to be a bondage slave for 10 days. He in return told me to think about if this is really what I wanted, as I would have to prepare myself to experience it.
I sat there and thought. In the back of my head I admitted this is the jack-off fantasy I’ve had for a few years. I never thought it could actually happen, so verbalizing it didn’t seem like it would have any consequences. Yet, the realization that possibly it could come true was humbling. Could I actually have the opportunity to experience something like what I imagined? Could I trust the guys I would surrender to? Could I physically and mentally get through it?
I heard the door to the dungeon open and then close again. I felt John’s presence near me as I heard his breathing.
He put his hands on my shoulders and started to rub them lightly. His touch felt good and calming. In some respects it made me feel safe. Slowly his hands moved down to my arms and then back up again towards my head as he lightly ran his fingers through my hair and behind my neck. I loved when he touched the base of my neck in the back.
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Monday morning sucked. The alarm went off at 6:15, and I realized it was a back-to-work day. The weekend was still fresh in my mind. It was all I could think about. I thought about texting John and saying thank you again, but I decided it was too early in the morning for that.
My entire body ached. I wasn’t in bad shape, but I wasn’t in good shape either. A few days in the gym here and there are OK for the occasional yard-work day, but not for three intense days as a bondage slave.
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There’s a difference being in a dark room, like a bedroom, where light is still able to somehow enter the space and the eyes adjust and can make out forms, and a completely blacked out room, where your eyes never adjust to the darkness and it’s pitch black. The cell was the latter. Once the cell door closed and the light went out, the cell was devoid of any light source. I continued to stay kneeling in the same spot, thinking at some point my eyes would adjust and then it would be all right to move around. That never happened.
It was the pain in my knees and arms that finally decided I needed to make a move. The floor was concrete, so my knees didn’t like the very hard surface they were in constant contact with. My arms and my shoulders were also slightly uncomfortable, since the chain connecting my wrists to the collar around my neck was keeping the wrists just above the waist behind my back. It’s not a natural position for the arms and shoulders to be in. If you’ve been handcuffed for any length of time, you know this. Think about that position being pulled up about six or eight inches from where your wrists would fall if they were simply cuffed behind you. It makes a huge difference.
I decided to try to move toward the wall to my right and see if I could lean against it while sitting on the floor. As I moved in that direction, I was quickly reminded of the limited movement I was being allowed due to the ball stretcher chained to the floor. The instant tug I got on my balls was the only reminder I needed.
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 05
I tried desperately to move various parts of my body, but it seemed limited to my head and wrists, though the wrists could only go up and down slightly since they were padlocked to the back of the cage.
I was getting more of what I wanted and craved. Here I was again left alone, secured in bondage, blindfolded and gagged without any human contact for a few hours of confinement. It was a long time I was being left in the standing cage.
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It didn’t take long for the pain in my shoulders to get the better of me. The constant going back and forth, standing upright as I could then bending back over, was intense to say the least.
The static playing in my ears had the desired effect that John wanted. Since all I could hear was the droning of the hissing sound, it served to take my world and shrink it down to just me and my predicament. All my thoughts, all my energy was directed toward thinking about how to cope with this painful predicament position I was tolerating.
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 03
I woke up with a start. John was hitting the side of the cage with a metal rod. It brought me quickly out of my deep sleep. I have no idea how long I was out but it probably wasn’t that long.
Once John saw I was awake he unlocked the cage door and motioned for me to crawl out. A dog bowl of water had been placed near the cage and I crawled over to it and drank as best I could. When I was finished I propped myself up on my knees.
“Stand up,” John commanded. He was still in his BDU’s, barefoot and shirtless and looking hot.
I stood up and John began to remove the shackles. The last portion was the collar and once he had removed that from my neck he let the chains fall behind me with a loud clanking thud.
“Hands behind your head, fingers interlocked. Spread those ankles, boy,” John further commanded. He circled me while I stood there exposed. Nothing was said between us for a couple of minutes. He just continued to walk in a circle around me. My instincts said he was not pleased with me since he wasn’t showing any signs of warmth towards me as he did earlier. I couldn’t be sure. It might have been an act to keep me off balance. I told myself that whatever was next I had to do my best to get through it and make him proud of me again.
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 02
The van started moving and it was hard to keep my balance. But that was the idea. I was secured in such a way that keeping my balance would be difficult. This was predicament bondage, after all. Wearing only blue jeans, shirtless and barefoot I had surrendered myself to these men within the last few minutes. They placed me in the van, on my knees, ankles locked in stocks behind me. I was gagged and hooded with a black sack of some kind that had been cinched around my neck. A steel collar was then locked on me.
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