By Scribe

My name is Jason. I live in a small town without a leather or kink community. However, I am strongly attracted to bdsm, spending many hours on Serious Male Bondage, Recon, Fet Life and other kinkster sites. I recently came across ads for Discipline Technologies. I really wanted to experience bondage and total control in one of their prisons. However, I am not retired or independently wealthy. I have to work a job with limited vacation benefits. That’s why I really got excited when I saw an ad for a home bondage and control system offered by Discipline Technologies. For a monthly fee, covering equipment and monitoring, they promised rigorous control and discipline in the discomfort of my own home. All I needed was a laptop, cell phone and high-speed internet connection. I would be allowed to go to work but otherwise would be constantly supervised. I would be subject to bondage, painful discipline, and chastity.

This sounded exactly what I wanted. I sent an application and received a contract. I gave them a credit card number for the deposit and first months rent and monitoring. I told DT that I could start immediately.

A few days later a package arrived. It contained an elaborate chastity cage with a belt, butt plug and attachments. At the top were instructions to wait to put anything on until I was contacted by DT. In the meantime, I was ordered to download the DT Prison at Home app on my laptop and phone. I was also told not to touch my cock until DT made contact.

I waited over a week for the contact. I usually jack off at least once a day and I was getting hornier and hornier thinking of the bondage to come. But I resisted touching my dick. Finally I got a message to turn on my laptop Saturday morning at 9 am. A hot man appeared dressed in leather seated at a desk. He looked about 35 and had a neatly trimmed black mustache and beard. He was olive skinned with black trimmed hair under his Muir cap. He was in great shape, biceps bulging under his tight leather shirt. He wore mirrored aviator glasses so I couldn’t see his eyes. He introduced himself as Sir Ryan. He said he was my handler assigned to me by Discipline Technologies. I should always address him as Sir or Master Ryan.

I became hard just watching him and wished he were here in person. Sir Ryan said the first order of business was to get my cock and ass locked. I was instructed to unpack the cage and face the camera so that he could see that I installed everything correctly. I pulled my lubed cock and balls through the ring and slid my dick into the tube. The cage was lined with rubber. Master Ryan told me to push the two pieces together until I heard a click. I inserted a short urethral tube into my dick which also clicked and locked in place. A third piece surrounded my balls and locked to the cock ring. As soon as the locks were engaged, the cockring, cage tube and ball sack tightened. I realized I couldn’t touch any part of my junk. The pressure caused me to want to jack off even more. I regretted my one week of self-imposed chastity.

That wasn’t all there was to the cage, however. The box included a belt. A butt plug hung from the belt. I was told to lube up, put the belt on and secure the straps to the belt, cockring and cage. I struggled to get the large plug inserted. Then each connection clicked and locked into place including the waist belt. My cock was pulled downward tightly against my balls so that I couldn’t move, rub or play with my genitals.

Sir Ryan stated, “you are now a prisoner of Discipline Technologies sentenced to home incarceration. Your rights have been surrendered and you are now under my complete control. You will obey every order. I will control you through your cock, balls and ass. Any failure to do exactly what I say will result in a painful shock. I will now demonstrate a mild correction.” I screamed as a shock enveloped my dick, balls and ass. That was only a 2 on a scale of 10, he said. He told me all the locks were electro magnetic and only he could release them.

He then stated I would have a week or two to get used to the cage and plug. After that, additional bondage equipment would be delivered. The rules were simple, when at home I always had to have the laptop turned on including the camera and app. Whenever outside the house, I had to have my phone with me with the app turned on. If I failed to follow these instructions, I would get escalating painful shocks until I complied. My cage had a GPS locator, so Sir Ryan would always know where I was.

Except for work, which was a fixed schedule, I would always have to ask permission to leave the house, which most of the time would be denied. I would be given a set amount of time to complete my errand and return home. At night I would plug the cage and dildo into the provided USB Cable to recharge. Sir Ryan would not always be on duty, but I had to obey every DT representative.

He then showed me how to clean the cage and ball pouch. Small openings allowed for cleaning with the help of a syringe filled with soapy water. The openings were small enough to prevent me from touching anything. The urethral tube unlocked so that I could clean and disinfect it before reinserting. Each morning the butt plug would be unlocked so that I could do my business and clean out. The plug would then have to be immediately reinserted and locked until the next morning. There were small chambers on the cage and plug which had to be filled with lube each morning. Sir Ryan said the tube and plug could stroke me and would be uncomfortable without lube.

For the first weekend, I was restricted from leaving the house. Master Ryan said he hoped I had some food at home because I wasn’t going grocery shopping until next week. I eat out most of the time, so my meals were pretty meager. The cage and plug weren’t too uncomfortable. The cage started slowly stroking me. After not having cum for a week, I quickly became aroused. The butt plug started stroking as well. I fell on the bed rolling around hoping to stimulate an orgasm. The cage, however, tightened some more preventing an erection. Then the tip of the cage started vibrating against my dick head. I was ecstatic. Inside the ball poach, a membrane started caressing my balls. The butt plug started pulsing as well. I was going crazy. I grabbed the cage trying to get it off to stroke my dick, but it just tightened some more. Sweat and tears started flowing. The stimulation went on and on. I screamed to let me cum. Finally at the point of exhaustion, it stopped. I whimpered, still horny, and finally fell asleep.

After a few hours, the edging started again. This continued all of Saturday, Saturday night and Sunday. I was desperate, I wanted to cum so badly. I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. I was getting more and more upset with Master Ryan. I tried to contact him and bitch but he didn’t answer my messages. I wanted the cage off or at least stop the stimulation. Finally the edging stopped and I was able to sleep Sunday night.

Monday morning, Sir Ryan was on my laptop bright and early. I shouted that I wanted the cage off. I wanted to jack off and I demanded that the edging stop. Ryan laughed. He said he didn’t care what my pathetic cock wanted.  The cage and plug would stay on for the duration of my sentence. I would be edged frequently and couldn’t do anything to stop it. If I ever started ejaculating, the urethral tube would sense the leakage and send a powerful shock ruining the orgasm. Prisoners are never allowed a satisfying climax, he said.

Ryan said I would be punished later for complaining and for my lack of respect and submission. First I had to go to work. I wouldn’t be edged or punished while at work as long as I went straight to the office. After work, I was to go to a gym near the house. I hadn’t belonged to a gym but Sir Ryan said I needed to get in better shape to handle the bondage to come. He arranged for a trainer and told me to pay for the membership and training. I was to go to the gym every weekday after work.

Today after the workout, I was to go to the grocery store. He gave me a list of what to buy. He said I had to start eating better and he would provide a recipe for each dinner. I couldn’t eat out since that would reduce the amount of time I would spend under his control. He hoped I would learn to be a better cook, but he didn’t really care if I enjoyed my meals.

I was resenting all this control. Here this guy was telling me where I could go, what I could eat, and when I should exercise. Not only that, but he was keeping me horny but not allowing any relief. I complained again when I got home. Control freak Ryan said I should have thought of this before I signed the contract. He stated that tonight I would be punished for all my whining.

That night I was edged again until I begged to cum. Then the current ramped up and became painful. There was a small contact point right on the head of my dick. I remembered the smaller the contact, the more intense the pain. The short urethral sound also produced a painful shock inside my cock. This was horrible. I screamed and cried. The intensity diminished and then started up again. The pattern kept changing. At times, it felt like nails were being driven into my dick and balls. Other times, my cock and balls were crushed while the electric made my skin feel like it was burning. The butt plug started assaulting my ass. I ran around the room trying to pull the belt, cage and plug off, to no avail. I begged to have it stop. I promised to never complain again. After what seemed like forever, but was probably under an hour, the pain stopped and I was allowed to sleep.

The next day, Sir Ryan said now that I knew what the chastity cage could do, I was ready for more restrictive bondage. He stated equipment and gear would be delivered to my house. A few days later, some heavy crates arrived. Two men had to wheel them inside. Master Ryan instructed me to open them. One crate contained a metal box only 18 inches tall by 24 inches wide and six feet long. The box was solid metal except for a few air holes. I opened the lid. Inside the box was a rubber suit complete with hood, gloves and foot socks. It also contained heavy metal shackles for the wrists, ankles and neck. The box was lined with rubber including a pad to lie on. I guessed this would be my new bed.

The other crate contained a cube about 24 inches wide, 30 inches long and about 40 inches tall. It was also made of metal but was not lined with rubber or any other cushion. Instead stiff rubber spikes lined all six sides of the cube. I didn’t like the look of those spikes.

Master Ryan instructed me to put on the metal collar. A magnetic lock clicked closed. “This collar has a special feature,” he said. “It detects any vibration made by your larynx. You will no longer be able to speak without receiving a painful shock. You will wear the collar 24/7. It will be turned off at work, allowing you to speak. You can hide the collar under your shirt. You will never be allowed to speak at home. This should stop your whining and give me some peace.”

I started to protest. The shock was mild for the first couple of words but quickly ramped up. The cock cage started to shock as well. I screamed and shut up.

Sir Ryan then said it was time to begin my urinary training. “The urethral insert in your cock cage will shock you if it detects any liquid. You will only be allowed to pee once in the morning during clean up and once at night before bed. If you pee at an unauthorized time, you will be punished with a painful shock, even at work. You will have to choose between uncomfortable retention or painful release. Any cum or precum will also activate the urethral contact, so try not to become too excited even while being edged.”

Next Master Ryan told me to put on the rubber cat suit. It was chlorinated so it slipped on easily. The zipper was on the front, so I could put it on myself. The hood was separate with a back zipper and had eye and mouth openings. Sir Ryan said I would wear the rubber suit whenever I was at home.

That night Ryan instructed me to prepare my new bed. “Prisoners do not deserve to sleep on a cushy bed. They need to be on the floor tightly restrained.” He ordered me to open the lid of the metal box and apply the wrist and ankle shackles. The heavy metal bands clicked closed. I noticed a second hood I didn’t see before. He ordered me to put it on. It was a leather bag hood with pinhole openings at the mouth which cut off my vision. He instructed me to lower myself into the box. I could barely fit. He told me to close the lid. Another magnetic lock clicked close. As my arms came down to my side, magnets engaged holding my wrist and ankle irons tightly against the side of the box. I couldn’t move in this metal coffin. I struggled to get enough air through the bag hood. My cock tried to get hard as I enjoyed the bondage and the overpowering smell of leather and rubber. I couldn’t hear anything other than my own breathing and heart beating.

The edging began again. There was nothing I could do to obtain relief. I couldn’t move my arms or legs. I couldn’t rub my cock against anything. The butt plug pulsed stimulating my prostate and the ball sack started its massage. Just as I thought I would erupt anyway into the short cage, the edging would stop only to resume a few minutes later. When I screamed in frustration, the collar punished me for speaking. Finally I was allowed to sleep. Toward morning the estim started again waking me up. I panicked, disoriented, not understanding why I couldn’t move. The shocks this time weren’t pleasurable, however. The pain quickly ramped up and I began screaming, pleading it to stop. This just engaged the shock collar. Just as I felt I couldn’t stand it any more, the shocks stopped and the lid to the box clicked open. The magnets securing the irons turned off and I swiftly climbed out of the box.

Ryan was there smiling on my laptop asking how I liked my new bed. He turned off the shock collar. I told him I enjoyed the bondage but didn’t appreciate the wake up call. He laughed, stating the often repeated phrase, “it’s not bondage until you want to get out, besides prisoners must be frequently disciplined.”  He ordered me to remove the shackles and rubber suit and shower for work, cleaning the catsuit in the shower and hanging it to dry. This became my daily routine. I would be edged every night after getting into the box and painfully awakened every morning. He turned the shock collar back on.

I resented the complete control but at the same time it turned me on. I couldn’t speak when I wanted to. I couldn’t piss when I would like. My dick struggled in its cage and I had to try to calm down to avoid leaking any prohibited precum.

I wondered when I would experience the cube with the rubber spikes. I found out the next weekend. Saturdays Sir Ryan would let me do my shopping, banking and visiting. I told my friends and family that I started a second job and Saturday was my only free day. Ryan insisted, however, that I be back home by 8 pm.

“Prisoners must be disciplined and punished for their past crimes and insubordination even when serving home incarceration,” he stated. I thought, wasn’t I punished already every day and night? “You will spend 24 hours in the cube each weekend.” He instructed me to open the top lid. Inside I found a gag and nipple clamps. There was a tank on the side of the cube. Sir Ryan told me to fill it with water and to also piss in it while he watched. Ryan then ordered me to open the front zip on my rubber suit, attaching the clamps while facing the camera on the laptop. The tight springs on the clamps bit painfully into my nips. Zipping the rubber suit back over my chest added more pressure to the clamps. I was next directed to strap the gag over the mouth opening of my hood. The gag had a drinking tube connected to the tank with the water and piss. I was then directed to clamp on the wrist and ankle shackles.

I was instructed to climb into the box. The rubber spikes dug into my feet and I fell onto my legs and knees. Ryan told me to squat down and pull the lid closed. I had to bend over. I pulled a handle on the lid and it tightly locked. There was barely any room to move. The spikes dug into my legs, arms, back and the top and back of my head.

If that wasn’t enough, I found the box was ingeniously equipped to torment further. Portions of the top panel, the front panel and one side panel pushed inward to further limit my movement. Every time I shifted to relieve the pressure of the spikes, a wall would move above me, in front of me or beside me robbing me of any available space. The box kept getting smaller until I couldn’t move at all.

This was going to be a torturous ordeal. At first my cock throbbed in its cage, excited by the tight bondage. After a while, however, the rubber spikes and cramped position became painful. I tried to beg through the gag to be released, but that just got me a painful shock from the collar, cock cage, and butt plug. I guess in order to take my mind off of the pain, the cage started stroking me. This made me horny again but I couldn’t do anything to relieve the pressure.

This torture seemed to last forever. As I sweated in the rubber suit, my thirst increased. I sucked on the tube in my gag and drank the piss flavored water, gagging in disgust. After a while I had to piss. The urethra tube was still turned on, so I got a painful shock for my release. The urine mixed with my sweat making my rubber suit sticky and smelly. My nips ached from the tight clamps but I couldn’t move enough to reach them or my cock.

The walls finally moved back and the lid clicked open. It took a while, but I was finally able to unbend and crawl out of the box. It felt like I had been in the cube forever but I realized it was probably less than 24 hours. I removed the tit clamps with a rush of pain and pulled off the slick, smelly rubber suit. My shower never felt so good.

My month of home incarceration was coming to an end. I had to decide whether to pay for another month or send the equipment back and say goodbye to Master Ryan. I loved the feeling of being controlled and disciplined by another. I liked the nightly bondage. My body was looking better after the weekday workouts. I didn’t want to lose my connection with Master Ryan. While I really wanted to jack off, the constant horniness and control was intoxicating. I didn’t like the weekend cube. I contacted Master Ryan and told him my complaints. He agreed to reduce the time in the box to 8 hours each weekend if I would authorize automatic monthly payments to DT. I also asked permission to jack off once a week. He refused that request and stated that the chastity cage would remain locked and erections and ejaculations prohibited for the duration of my sentence with Discipline Technologies. I reluctantly agreed to another month and set the account up for automatic payments.

Metal would like to thank the author, Scribe, for this story!