By Jimmy S
Hey Metal. Glad to be able to submit (pun intended) this description of how we play the game. My partner, Jack, lives far away, so real-life meetings are few. Therefore when we need a bit of bondage, we have to coordinate carefully. But if no contact is possible, any keys to freedom are locked in a box with a combo lock under the popular program Timelock for some random period of time.
But it’s much better to be controlled, we’ll all agree. So here’s a description of one such session where Jack held my keys and I was locked in a dog cage. Cages turn me on ever since being locked real time in Florida once or twice.
My own cage is the standard wire cage variety from Petco, 48 inches long, 30 inches wide and 33 inches tall. It has two doors, one on the end which is permanently locked, and the side door, which during a session is secured with much chain and the combo lock. (Before I forget, a metal file is kept in the cage for emergency use.) One can’t stretch out fully. Sitting against the back of it, legs can be extended, but head is just a tad below the top of the cage, and becomes tight when the leather hood is locked on.
To start a session, a randomly set combo lock is scanned into a jpg file and emailed to Jack. He verifies it is readable. It is then deleted from this computer, not that that matters, since I won’t have access to the computer while caged. Release will come when Jack decides, and a land line telephone is with me in the cage to receive that vital call with the combo.
Naked now, I apply whatever chains and locks necessary to restrict movement. It’s easy to go overboard at this point where the hormones are raging, but the better part of valor is discretion. A small baggie with heavy towel inside goes into the cage in case I need to pee. Maybe a bottle of an energy drink, the heavy leather hood, and the key to all its locks frozen in a two-ounce bottle of ice. Oh yeah, nothing like a hood you know. A chastity device has already been locked on, but I’m already hard with anticipation. I email Jack with starting time, then make one last systems check. Everything is in place, so I can now enter the cage and lock myself in.
There’s the click of the lock, and I know I’m in it for the long haul. It’s a delicious feeling. Now it’s time to lock the heavy leather hood on with the three locks. Done. Earplugs help deaden sound along with the thick ear pads in the hood. Now there is only blackness, and awareness of my cock straining against the plastic case.
Time stands still. I can of course wrap my hands around the ice bottle with hood keys, but I resist, knowing that it should take about two and half hours, based on past experience. I just hope we don’t suddenly have another ice age!
All kinds of fantasies fill my brain. Random thoughts also about what if something happens to Jack way out there.
The feelings of horniness cause a peaceful feeling, knowing that there’s nothing I can do either to get free or have an orgasm. Silence. Blackness.
Why did I do this? Why DO I even want this? Not sure I even want to know why. Just go with the flow. Relax, enjoy. I doze off with no idea for how long.
How much later? Don’t know, but I feel the bottle and the ice has melted and I now have the key to unlock my hood. Partial freedom at last. But not total freedom, because Jack still controls, and I just stare at the phone.
In the cage with me are those painful clover clamps, and a life-sized silicone dildo for sucking on. These, plus a certain medium-sized insertable plug, are there to entertain me until the phone rings eventually. No clock, no computer, and no idea of what time it is.
Yes, eventually the phone rang, and release was at hand. (Another pun? Forgive me.)
Now if any reader thinks about doing this, make sure you trust your long-distance partner, especially if you forgot to have a metal file in the cage. That will work to cut the heavy chain, but it is a long and slow process. What if the locks jammed on the hood? A single-edged razor blade was in the cage to use to cut the expensive hood off. Not a good option.
All in all, it’s a good ride, especially if you haven’t cum in a week. (Grin.)
Sincerely bound,
Jimmy S
Jimmy,
Get yourself a pair of utility shears on the first aid section at Walgreens to cut the hood. That razor blade could be dangerous, especially when you’re fumbling in the dark of your hood. I had a friend cut into the side of his neck with a pointed scissors trying to remove a locked hood in a self bondage accident. He bleed out before he could get out and call for help.
I like your story. Avoid accidents so I can read more of them.
Self bondage stories (especially metal) are always great.
I llove self bondage especially when it is or better yet leads to “utility” bondage.
I’d say I am fortunate because I have a husband who is a creative and cruel bondage top who loves to see me in bondage, struggling, frustrated and sometimes begging until I am in tears to be set free.
We’ve built quite a collection of bondage equipmennt over our years together, including several cages and a heavy steel box that has a hasp that drops down over the lock by it’s own weight, trapping anyone who ventures to get in the box and close the lid on thier own accord. I know, I’ve locked myself in it several times and could not escape on my own.
So, sometimes I restrain myself in cage or box in such a way that I am fairly immobile and wait until my husband discovers me. He then decides what to do with me. Will he tighten things up and leave me to stew in my self imposed bondage or will he free me. Sometimes he leaves me locked up for days. At his point he indulges in “utiltarian” bondage. Keeping me bound and out of his way.