By mclioncub
Sunday morning rolled around and I prepped myself prior to leaving for Sirs’ house. As with every weekly visit, I am required to ensure that my cock & balls are shaved clean, my underarms and body hair is removed. As usual, I also had to clean up my mohawk. Sir likes the look of my mohawk so I am required to keep it at all times. Once I cleaned up and ate some breakfast, I packed the car and headed out to Sirs’ house.
When I arrived, I was let in and I headed to the front room to put up my toy bag and prep myself for the day. As normal, I stripped down and then put my boots back on. That is my required uniform, naked, booted and in chastity. The chastity device is always secured on me at all times unless Sir chooses otherwise. In most instances, Sir will have me remove the device if He has plans for my cock and balls. In addition, if Sir does allow me to cum, it is always followed with some form of punishment. Sometimes mild but other times more intense. It all depends on what is on the agenda. Once I finished, I headed to the living room and took my kneeling position with legs spread apart and my hands interlocked behind my head.
Sir came up behind me and reached down and grabbed my balls. He always like to inspect me prior to anything else. As he was pulling on my balls, he reached over and worked on my nipples and gave them a good pinch. After inspection, we always have a week recap conversation and cover anything that occurred during the week. It is our way of making sure we are all on the same page. It is also is that start to lead into what is on the agenda. Sir mentioned that Master and him had not eaten yet so I was going to be put in keeping while they cooked and ate brunch.
Sir instructed me initially to remove the chastity device. Once I removed the device and replaced my PA, Sir gave me instructions to get several items from my toy bag. He told me that I would need to get my leg irons, the arm binders, my muzzle, rope, my ball parachute and my butt plug. I retired to the front room to collect the required items. When I returned to the living room, Sir told me to set them next to my mat. He started with having me place the leg irons on my ankles. Once secured, he told me to kneel on the mat. He then handed me a strip of cloth and told me to wrap it around my balls and then firmly secure the parachute on my ball sack. After a little manipulation, I had wrap my sack and installed the parachute. Sir reached down and gave the parachute a firm tug. As I winced, Sir was satisfied that it would serve his purpose.
His next instruction was to secure my muzzle in place and firmly tighten all of the straps. It is always a small challenge to get all the straps in the right place but I am pretty efficient without the use of a mirror. I was told to interlock my hands behind my head and remain kneeling. Sir then began yanking on my parachute to work my balls and accompanied it will pinching and working my nipples. With the fact that I was effectively muzzled, Sir enjoys listening to me try and scream as he works me over. After a few minutes, Sir instructed me to lean forward and place my elbows on the mat so that I was know on all fours and my ass was sticking out for his use. It only took a few moments before Sir began slapping my ass. He wanted to get my attention so a good ass spanking is never a surprise. After warming up my ass, I felt him start working my hole. It was becoming obvious, Sir was getting my ass ready for the plug. Within a few minutes, Sir had worked the plug into my ass. As he stretched my hole, my ass could not resist the invasion and soon, the plug fully seated itself and my ass sucked it inside.
With the plug firmly in my ass, ankles locked in the irons, my balls secured in the parachute and effectively muzzled, Sir ordered my back to the kneeling position. He then instructed me to place my arms behind my back. As I put my arms behind me, Sir began to slide them into the arm binders. Once they were in the sleeve, Sir attached the straps over my shoulders and under my armpits and secured the binder in place. Once I was in the binders, Sir began to tighten the lace pulling the binders tighter around my arms. He work methodically and ensured that he was securing the binders around my arms. After he had fully laced the binder, he proceeded to tighten the straps around the binder making my arms secured tightly behind my back. When he was satisfied with his handiwork, he had me lie down on my stomach. As my arms were secured behind me, Sir did help me lean forward and I was now laying on my stomach with my arms bound behind me.
Sir then secured the end of the binders to the leg irons and pulled my legs up placing me in a hogtie. He pulled the rope between the binders and irons tighter to ensure that I was in a firm hogtie and I was not going anywhere. Normally, when I am hogtied, I can usually roll to one side or the other but in this case, he made it so that I was not going anywhere. What I was not expecting, Sir then took a rope and pulled it through the d-ring on the muzzle. He then pulled the rope back and over the top of the leg irons and then down to the parachute. As he tightened the rope, I realized that my head was now secured to my balls. With every movement of my head, I was exerting additional pressure on my balls. I realized that I was effectively bound up and no option for escape or release. At that point, Sir said to me, enjoy your rest, Master and I are going to enjoy our brunch.
I was left there to struggle while the two of them were busy cooking and enjoy their food. While I laid there, every time I attempted to reposition myself, I was faced with some form of punishment. If I tried to straighten out my head, I would pull severely on my balls. Any attempts to roll to one side proved to be futile. It made no difference how much I whined or screamed, my sounds were effectively muffled. It seemed like hours that I laid there in torment but I knew that I just had to suck it up and deal with it.
More to come!
Metal would like to thank the author, mclioncub, for this story!
