By bondagegimp

Breakfast

I begged him to open the mask again, but instead he turned me onto my stomach and even put my upper arm cuffs back on. I screamed but he just ignored me, turned me on my back again, opened the cage and took it off my cock. Bob sat on me so that my cock was wedged between my stomach and him and only the glans with the catheter was slightly protruding between his thighs.

“I want you to imagine in your mind’s eye how I’m sitting here on top of you and playing with your cock. Describe to me what you see!” I imagined the situation, him kneeling on me with his legs apart, my body wedged between his thighs, the large bulge between his thighs. His body rising above me, looking even bigger from below. His pectoral muscles are more clearly visible from here, as a relief that emerges vividly from his body, which also appears even wider from below.

The shoulders, which stand out as a curve in the silhouette, merge in one direction into the biceps, which virtually spill out of the suit, merge into the broad forearms and finally into his large hands. And in the other direction, coming from the shoulder, I see the strong bull neck with its curves under the rubber leading to the strong neck, to his angular face with the prominent cheekbones, the short trimmed full beard, the short shaved sides and the full black head of hair. Then, of course, the dark eyes that watch me with a penetrating gaze, as if they could see inside me.

I described it to him as best I could through the two masks in front of my mouth. Sometimes he had to lean down to me to understand me better, sometimes he took the opportunity to kiss me on the mouth or forehead or lick my ear briefly. When Bob had closed the mask and then put the restraints back on, I had panicked for a moment and my cock had shrunk. Now, just by describing the situation and feeling him on top of me, his thighs pressed against my body on the left and right, sometimes, when he leaned forward, his upper body too, his head against mine – that was enough for my trapped cock to grow back to full size. Bob now played with the glans that was sticking out and pulled on the catheter a few times until I groaned.

“That was an excellent description, except for one thing.” Bob threw something on my head, a rag or something. “Do you know what that is?” It was immediately obvious to me – his codpiece! “I want you to feel with your hands how horny you make me!” I didn’t need to be told twice. The chains gave me just enough freedom to get to his cock. I couldn’t feel much in my fist mitts, but I could get an idea of its size – it really was as huge as it had felt last night. And above all: rock hard! I was so fascinated that I felt it several times, trying to reach his balls, but the chains were too short for that. I started to take his glans between my fists and gently massaged it, sideways, up and down, until Bob groaned.

Before I could continue playing, he pulled my hands away and turned around. He released the chain from my feet to the bed, pulling my feet to the headboard where he secured them again. I lay there like a jackknife, my legs now over my face, my ass completely exposed. I had a pretty good idea what Bob had in mind, and after giving me a light slap on the butt, he removed the crotch strap again, opened the zipper and pulled out the plug.

As always, it was a great relief at first, especially as the plug also pressed hard on my painfully full bladder. But I assumed that the relief wouldn’t last long. But first I felt Bob on my still stiff cock, he played a little with the catheter, then pulled on it and pushed it in a little. He fucked my urethra again with the thing, but as the catheter was secured in the bladder, it was fortunately only short movements. While he still played with the catheter, he pushed his hard cock into my hole and fucked me, this time without much fuss. My hole was still a little overstimulated, but it was good to bear, yes, admittedly, it was hot! When his cock rubbed the spot where the catheter sat in the urethra, it was particularly intense, especially when Bob played with the catheter at the same time.

I suddenly felt a huge relief in my bladder. He had opened the catheter and the pee was just running out, probably into a bag, while he was fucking me. Or rather, it was as if he was fucking the piss out of my bladder! With every thrust, my bladder felt more and more relaxed – a crazy feeling. With a loud moan, Bob came to orgasm, lay on top of me briefly and clutched my legs and upper body together, squeezed me, playfully bit my lower legs a few times and whispered in my ear what a horny sextoy I had been for him tonight. He stuffed the plug back in and secured it with the zipper and crotch strap.

He stood up, took my feet down again and started to reattach my legs. But first he pulled me down by the legs until the collar was slightly taut. Then he fastened the chain tightly to my legs and left the room without another word; I could hear him closing the door.

I was beginning to hate it when he left without a word, especially when he left me in such a situation. Is he just outside for a moment? Does he have a quick wash? Is he going to the loo? How long will he be gone? The uncertainty unsettled me again and I started to test my chains. Due to the tight attachment to the bed, the long main chain was stretched from the collar to the legs. This deprived all the other chains of their freedom of movement: my legs were now held tightly together, my arms tightly at my sides, my upper arms behind my back, my hands in front – but with hardly any play. Whereas before I had been able to sit up a little and bend my legs, now I was virtually strapped to the bed. The thick neck iron barely allowed any movement anyway, and now I couldn’t lift my head at all.

Together with the two layers of the mask, everything was now tighter and more oppressive than I had ever experienced before. Panic quickly crept up inside me, I tugged at the chains, but they didn’t give a bit. I tried to sit up, to lift my head – nothing! I screamed as best I could for Bob, knowing he wouldn’t hear me through the masks and the door, but in my desperation I tried everything – and that was the only tiny degree of freedom Bob had left me!

Suddenly I felt Bob’s hand on my body. He hadn’t even left the room, he had been playing with me. What an asshole! But I was so relieved that he was there! He lay down next to me on the bed, put one arm over my upper body, one leg over my legs, his head on my chest. He just lay there for a while without doing anything. After a while he pulled his leg up until his thigh was touching my cock, but apart from that he didn’t move. I tried to snuggle up to him further, to touch him, but my restraints wouldn’t allow me to do that.

In my mind’s eye, I saw us both lying on the bed – me, stretched out, black and shiny in rubber from head to toe, the steel shackles clearly visible in contrast: the neck iron, the irons around my upper arms, wrists and feet, the chains that bind everything unyieldingly and turn me into an immobile package. And Bob, lying on top of me, his head on my chest, one arm wrapped around me, his thigh on my lap. I look small and fragile next to him. Not even half of his upper body is on top of me and yet he covers me almost completely, his arm is almost as wide as my thigh, his thigh on top of me seems thicker than my two thighs pressed together. I tried to imagine how his bum would stand out in this pose, the transition from bum to leg and then the place where his bare thigh emerges from the shorts.

Bob grabs my cock, which is just starting to get hard again. “I’m going downstairs now to make breakfast. That won’t take long. You’ll last that long. Concentrate. Stay in control. You can get through!”

With that, he got up and probably really left me alone now. Damn! I felt so helpless! I tried to recall the image that had just started to turn me on. But I couldn’t really do it without feeling him close by. My cock wasn’t in the cage, I tried to reach it with my fist mitts, but the chains were so tight now that I could only move my hands a few inches up or down. My cock was so close, but out of reach.

My horniness sank again and a queasy feeling spread through my stomach. My breathing became nervous. Horniness had always helped, but I couldn’t do it! I tried to concentrate, as Bob had told me. But how? On what? My breath? Breathe in, breathe out. In. Out. It helped a little. In. Out. In. Out.

I calmed down a little. In. Out. In. Out. I could breathe. Even good. No need to panic. In. Out. The situation wasn’t nice, certainly not hot. But I could bear it. In. Out. In. Out.

Bob forced me into a new situation. The next threshold. The next smaller bird-cage? Bob wanted me to fight because he loved watching me fight. To see me overcome – to see me overcome because he wants me to! What is it about for him? Is it about what I’m doing? Or is it just about me doing something I didn’t want to do? Or is it about specific things, sexual things? Is it sexual to have to pee in a diaper? It’s intimate, but not sexual, or is it?

The way he looked at me. Deep into his eyes. He wanted to suck me in with his eyes.  And I was so embarrassed. And he enjoyed it. And that made it even more embarrassing. The thought made my blood rush to my head again, the shame came back. I could feel myself blushing, my head was getting hot. I was sweating in the rubber mask; the masks were clinging to my face. I shook my head, or at least tried to. It was barely possible to move and the masks didn’t loosen a bit. Panic again. I wasn’t getting enough air again! Concentrate! Breathe slowly! In. Out. In. Out. There is enough air! In. Out.

I couldn’t let my mind wander too much. Bob forced me to control myself. A new aspect of control, I hadn’t thought about that during the night. But what does that have to do with sex? “Everything in the world is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power.” Oscar Wilde. Bob loved the power over me. And power becomes evident when someone is forced to do something they don’t want to do. E.g., lying here, in a position he knows I can barely stand.

How long have I been lying here? How long does it take to make a damn breakfast? Or is he playing with me again? Is he pleased to see me controlling myself like he wanted?

He constructed the scenes. He builds a labyrinth with many dead ends and only one exit. And the exit always has a price, it always involves overcoming something. Bob must have noticed that I’m not very oral. When he tried to give me a French kiss last night, I was a little put off. I’m sure he noticed and saw right through me.

He certainly hadn’t planned the scene, he reacted out of instinct. He has a strong sex drive, that was clear. And, an even stronger instinct for power. Perhaps he didn’t like the fact that I didn’t return his kiss. And then he took advantage of the situation after I had cum. All the lust was gone, but the restraints, the suit, everything remained. The desire to be freed was so great, but Bob didn’t give me the slightest option for a way out. Maybe und normal conditions he would have taken off the upper arm restraints that made everything so tight. But he still wanted to achieve something, to break one of my inner resistances. That’s why he left all the restraints on and didn’t give me any relief.

The only consolation was – HE! He was my only hope. But there was this separation between us, my rubber prison that I was stuck in. Rubber from head to toe. I couldn’t touch him, I could only feel him through several layers of rubber! I only had openings to breathe. And: the mouth. I’m sure he had deliberately left the zipper on my mouth open after drinking. Just yesterday I thought it might have been carelessness or pity. Ha!

No! This little hole was the only way out of the labyrinth. I can still feel how I had to force myself to feel him with my lips, but how good it felt! So good that I used my tongue. The way I licked his upper body – just the rubber! But once the dam was broken, once I’d got over myself, I could hardly contain myself, I wanted to taste his flesh directly – no, his flesh and the rubber. It was this combination that turned me on. Sure, his body was hot. But it was the clothes that made it so intoxicating, so irresistible. When I pushed my tongue under his sleeve, between him and this rubber that stretched so tightly over his muscles that it almost burst, it was a challenge for me at first, but then it was infinitely hot. It was also a release for me! I had never done anything like it, never wanted to do it. Bob made me do it! I should almost be grateful to him. What does a psychotherapist want when he releases such a deep-seated blockage?

But then Bob! At that exact moment, he abruptly pulled me away. Not too much of the nectar. Just to awaken the desire for a moment, but not to satisfy it. Then back to his chest, his flesh just through his suit. This power to make me do things I never wanted, things that repelled me, and then to take them away again when I’ve overcome myself, when I suddenly develop a craving. He gives, he takes as he pleases or as it suits his plan. Oh yes, he manipulated me. He was inside me!

I had forgotten to concentrate. It wasn’t necessary. The scene was so vivid in my mind’s eye, my tongue up his sleeve. Two days ago, the thought would have disgusted me. Today it aroused such an infinite longing! I couldn’t get enough of it! The scene had awakened lust and desire. My fists had not come to my cock, now my cock had come to my fists. Fully extended, the tip of the glans was just touching my fist mitts. Coincidence? Oh come on, Bob couldn’t have planned it that far!

How long did that damn preparation for breakfast last? Now I was sure he was playing his game again! He had been watching me the whole time. Self-control, that was one of the dead ends in the labyrinth. He liked it too, I’m sure. But he wanted something else. If he came in now, I’d seen through him. Yes, like last night in the tiled room, where he had waited so long until I got horny again under my own steam. That’s exactly when he came in again. That, that was no coincidence.

But he didn’t come. Okay, he takes the game to the next level. I could do that too! I tried to reach and massage my glans like I had massaged Bob’s earlier. It was a little bit too far away. I could just touch the tip. But it wasn’t enough for proper stimulation. I could move the catheter a little, reach the tip of the glans once. But nothing more. It didn’t make me horny, it just frustrated me. And the catheter just hurt. In an unpleasant way.

Now my cock was shrinking again. The glans was out of reach. Fuck! Hadn’t Bob been watching, hadn’t he noticed that I was getting horny again, despite the unbearable bondage? That was his cue! Enter Bob, the savior, the hero! Yes, yes, congratulations Bob! You managed to make me horny again in this absurd, hopeless situation. Congratulations, you’ve won! Now come and save me, you great savior! You have all the strings in your hand! I recognize it! You are the most powerful!

Was he distracted by making coffee? The smell just hit my nose. I had been so lost in my inner world. The smell of coffee suddenly made me realize that this world outside there still existed. I was suddenly torn from my thoughts, my little world with Bob, all these horny thoughts, they fizzled out like nothing. Illusion! Nothing but illusion! The smell of coffee, the smell of coffee was real! The big world out there, where people were enjoying the morning sun, drinking coffee, talking about what they wanted to do on a nice day.

What a contrast!!! I’m lying here cramped in rubber and iron! I can hardly move! I had just reached the point where I had accepted this world, control, concentration! I had brought it under control, just like Bob wanted. I had him figured out!!! Why did he react differently? Just by waiting, he brought my whole construction down.

Now everything felt infinitely tighter. This world that Bob had built around me was being demystified, stripped bare. The scenery was collapsing. My chest tightened, I could feel the tightness inside me now. I felt so alone, so lonely, abandoned. I could feel my rubber prison around me. It was squeezing. It distanced me so far from the world outside! It was so absolute. I fought against my restraints again, I couldn’t help it. I knew I had no chance, but I wanted out! There had to be a way! Where was the exit from the labyrinth? There was always an exit in Bob’s plan. What was the exit, where was it???

Bob! Bob was the exit! Bob! Where was Bob??? Only he could help! I had been so arrogant, I thought I had seen through Bob’s plan. Like Icarus, who flew too high in his arrogance until the sun melted his wings and he crashed into the sea. Oh great, my humanist education really didn’t help me now! Wilde, Oscar Wilde! It’s about power! Power! And Bob was just demonstrating it. Sovereignly. Simply by doing nothing!

Fuck! Fuck!!! Did he anticipate everything? How many levels does his game have? Or is it much simpler? He has all the cards in his hand? He doesn’t have to have plan, he doesn’t have to set up big scenes. I’m so helpless, so vulnerable. He just has to react. Do the right thing at the right moment. And sometimes the right thing to do is to do nothing. Just wait and see.

I can’t wait. Everything is getting so unbearable right now! The smell of coffee out there, me in here! There, the beautiful world, the wide world, the bright world, the free world! And here, darkness! Confinement! Control! My breath again! Control! In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. …

Fuck! I’m hyperventilating!!! Slow down! In. — Out. — In. — Out. — In. — Out.

Slow down! In. ——— Out. ——— In. ——— Out. ——— In. ——— Out. ——— In. ——— Out. ——— In. ——— Out. ——— In. ——— Out. ——— In. ——— Out. ———

Yes! Yes. Slowly. Control. More control!

A hand! A hand on my thigh. Bob! Bob was there! I hadn’t heard him. But he was there! His hand wandered over my thigh. Inside. Between my thighs. Into the crack of my ass. Squeezed the plug. Moved to my belly button. Crawled me. To my chest, just briefly caressing the nipple, then on to my neck. He grabbed me under the collar. Squeezed a little. Unpleasant. But still better than no Bob. Shit, I needed Bob! His hand moves to my face. No! His huge hand rests on the two layers of the mask. I can’t breathe anymore! But I stay very still. Bob is here! Everything will be fine!

My body thinks differently. It needs air. It fights back. No chance. Even without restraints, I would be inferior to Bob. But put in irons… the movements I can make are so small, they do nothing. The birdcage. I thought the size of the cage was the only issue. Here too – several levels! Air! Air!!! I fight, with every fiber of my body. My body tenses, I pull on the irons, they cut into my limbs, right to the bone! Pain! My body is fighting!

My consciousness is completely with Bob. Trust him. Stay calm. I follow his hand. I snuggle up to him. Don’t want to escape it, surrender, he comes to me. His body is close, I can feel him. I feel his closeness, relax. His hand loosens, I can breathe, but I still follow his hand as far as I can, I want to feel it.

“Breakfast is ready. Come on!”

That abrupt change again! Bob frees me from the chains holding me to the bed. He pulls me up by the chain on my collar. I expect him to open my mask, but he just pulls me along! I shuffle after him, I have no choice. What a feeling. I can’t see anything, I’m being pulled completely blindly by my collar. Until now, being led on a leash meant that I could see Bob’s muscular back. Now nothing, darkness! But I saw him in my mind’s eye, his broad neck, the chain in his hand pulling on my collar.

“Stairs!” I feel the landing, but my ankle cuffs are too short, Bob pulls too fast. I fall, tumble into the depths. Bob catches me. He knew it. And yet he is my savior, my hero. I’m in his arms. He lifts me effortlessly onto his shoulder and carries me down the stairs. Carries me into the dining room. Sits me down. I kneel. My collar is attached to his chair, like yesterday for dinner. He sits down. My head is wedged between his thighs. He sits further forward than last night. His bulge is constantly pressing into my face. His massive thighs clamp my head between them. One leg wraps around me, pushing me further into his crotch. The other foot plays with my cock. All I can feel is the tightness around my head, the tightness that made me panic just a few minutes ago, which now, in Bob’s lap, and really IN his lap, was suddenly so hot again. His thighs squeezed me, all I smelled was rubber, rubber from his suit, and I smelled Bob a little, who had also been in the rubbershorty for a few hours now.

He ate breakfast comfortably. I smelled the coffee too. But the smell no longer had the meaning it had a few minutes ago. My world, the world outside. The values had quickly shifted again. Bob’s thighs. His cock, which I could clearly feel. This world was now more real again. The smell of coffee was now insignificant. How Bob could shift the values. No, there was only Bob or no Bob. He showed me: When Bob is there, everything is different.

He had finished his breakfast, pulled me a little further by the chain and fastened it so that I remained on my knees. My head was no more than 30 cm from the floor. He opened the outer mask, then the zipper on my mouth. In front of me was a bowl of milk with something in it. Soaked bread. I ate it, hungry as I was. It tasted of nothing. But Bob’s feet were next to the bowl, patting me, playing with me, everywhere, on my face, on my back, on my crotch.

I had finished breakfast, Bob was wiping my face with a towel when he grabbed me by my chain and threw me onto the corner couch. He sat down in the corner with his legs apart, one leg stretched out and the other bent, and pulled me towards him. My head lay on his outstretched leg, he turned me on my side and put his other leg over me to hold me in this position.

Back on the couch

I was wedged between his legs again, my cheek resting on his thigh: he had turned me so that I was looking at him, or rather, looking at his fat cock bulge, just inches from my nose… “Well, boy, it’s been almost 24 hours since we met. I want you to tell me everything. How did you experience those hours, how did you feel? And then we need to talk about the night.”

Watch out! After my thoughts during the night, I now have to reckon with the fact that he wants to lull me. He uses his body again, which is now like a drug for me. I start hesitantly and try to look him in the eye. But turning my head is exhausting with the neck iron and can only be endured for a short time, so I spend most of the time lying on my side looking at his bulge.

I talk about my rollercoaster of emotions. He is very calm, strokes my head and only rarely asks an interposed question. It’s good to talk about it. I notice how it relieves me, relaxes me. I keep talking, now without holding back, talking more and more openly about my feelings, my fears, especially when he put on the mask and then when he closed the outer layer too. I don’t leave out the hot moments either, how I was allowed to touch him briefly, without fist mitts, but far too briefly, then the sex, my difficult feelings afterwards and how I was able to catch them again by overcoming myself and feeling him with my mouth.

I stare at his bulge the whole time. I can see it moving under the rubber, growing bigger and plumper. He starts probing, wants to hear more about the panic. I tell him about the moment in the tiled room when I managed to save myself by thinking about how I was allowed to touch him before. Then he wants to know everything about that night. What it was like when I woke up and lost control. I try to explain the moment as well as possible, the shock that everything was dark, that I couldn’t do anything, that I was so helpless.

“And what was it like on the bed earlier? What was different?” I can only say a little about that, it was such a rollercoaster, I try to reconstruct it so I can tell him about it. First the concentration, the self-control, the way he wanted it. Then the horniness. Then the sudden panic when the smell of coffee hit my nose, suddenly this image of the world outside and my small, narrow world inside that threatened to overwhelm me.

I remember my preparation tonight. Don’t be tempted, keep a cool head! And so, I quickly add how much the chains are annoying me, how uncomfortable they are getting. And above all, I tell him how unbearable the suit I’ve been sweating in is becoming, how slippery and sticky it is and how happy I am when I’m finally free of everything and can take a hot shower!

The moment I say it, it seems so unreal. The thought is almost absurd. Has it really not even been 24 hours? It seems like a week, so much has happened! Bob goes straight into it and asks me about my plans for today and the next few days. It completely throws me for a loop. If there’s one thing I haven’t thought about, it’s how my journey is going to continue. I stammer something to myself like “see the city” then drive on, let’s see where. It sounds haphazard, I’m aware of that. And in fact I don’t have a plan either. Or rather, the idea of simply continuing the journey doesn’t excite me at the moment.

What do I really want? I want to be free, free from the chains, especially free from the suit! Free “from”, that’s clear, but free for what? I would prefer to stay with Bob for the time being. Cuddle him. Touch him, embrace him, be close, very close! Sex again, like yesterday, but with more control. Not as his sex toy, as his lover, maybe more? And keep talking! I realize how good it felt to talk about everything, to open up. The shock of the night was deeper in my bones than I thought, it had disturbed me.

I won’t tell him any of this, of course. Maybe when I’m free, but he’s probably got me at the point he wanted me right now. But Bob notices my hesitation. I don’t dare look at him, but he turns my head towards him, leans in close, looks deep into my eyes through the plexiglass of the mask. “What’s wrong, boy?”

Fuck! He looks into my soul. I don’t want to tell him everything, I evade him a little, tell him that I probably need a day off to process everything. Somehow I’m too confused, too distraught. Maybe I’m just knocked out – I haven’t slept much. Maybe I still need to process the shock of the night. As I say it, my voice breaks for a moment. Bob continues to look deep into my eyes, says nothing.

He pulls his leg out from under me, turns me onto my back, lies down next to me, one arm under my head, half bent over me. I feel his biceps under me, my gaze goes to his chest. As he leans further over me to squeeze me tight, my head is trapped between his upper arm and pecs. But it’s a comfortable tightness, a horny tightness. It feels so loving, I have the feeling he wants to comfort me. Only after a while does he loosen his grip again and looks at me for a long time. A moment of silence. A beautiful moment.

Now he reaches behind the sofa and brings an object to my face. It’s a lump of rubber or silicone, oddly shaped and almost as big as a small fist. He approaches my mouth with it, then I realize the meaning of the shape. It’s a gag, shaped like the oral cavity. My breath catches in my throat! I want to turn my head away, but Bob holds it with his other hand. He’s almost on top of me now, pushing me down with his body weight. I ask what this is all about, he wanted to free me now! “Don’t worry so much, kiddo. I want to tell you something now and you know I don’t like being interrupted when I’m talking. And you would interrupt me if you could, I’m sure of it. And apart from that: yes, I will free you, but until the moment I drop you off in the car in town, you are under my control. Now be a good boy and open your mouth wide.”

What was I supposed to do? This was somehow going in a completely wrong direction! After all, he will free me, he said that explicitly! But why the gag? What is he up to? Or does he just want to savor the game until the last minute? I hesitate, he looks at me with his piercing gaze. I know he can force me if he wants to. He hasn’t threatened to use the shock collar on my balls, which is still attached. He doesn’t have to threaten, he knows I’ll give in. I open my mouth and Bob pushes the gag in. It’s not easy, I have to open my mouth wide, the thing is huge! As soon as it’s in my mouth, my tongue slides into a recess designed for it and my teeth find their place in a kind of bite guard. The piece is now completely in my mouth, nothing is sticking out. Bob closes the zipper on my mouth.

The gag is terrible! My mouth is completely stuffed! I can’t even begin to get a word out! And the tight mask over it makes it even worse, pressing my mouth onto the gag. I know I can’t push it out, but my body resists this intruder anyway, wants to push it out. I struggle against the chains, trying to twist and squirm, but Bob is still on top of me, his massive body giving me no chance. He holds my head firmly again with his big hands, looks deep into my eyes again. “Shhh, calm down. Shhh. Nothing will happen to you; you just have to pull yourself together a little.”

I slowly calm down. Bob slides off my body again, sits back down in the corner, pulls me towards him like before, only this time I stay on my back with my head on his thigh, the other leg resting loosely on me, his foot on my cock.

Now Bob starts to tell his story. He starts with the two guys in the bar, his prospective slaves who had disappointed him so much. The idea of looking for a permanent slave had been maturing in him for years. He had imagined what it would be like, but had also thought long and hard about how he could make it work. He rebuilt his house accordingly. Planned the finances. Discussed it with other masters until he had built up a scenario in which he thought the idea was realistic. When he was ready, he started looking for suitable candidates. Most of them though were wannabes, but they didn’t really want to, it was just a fantasy, a pipe dream. Then he finally found two who were really ready. He chatted with them for a long time, went through everything. Then came the introductory weekend. Where I had seen them, in the bar. But both guys weren’t right. Everything was too lax for him, there was a lack of emotion, a lack of excitement. Both were willing to go along with everything, very well-behaved, without resistance. Obedient slaves, as he had actually wanted, as he had imagined. But it had only bored him. Everything seemed so hollow to him, like the gimp suits were just empty shells.

The experience plunged him into a crisis, he suddenly lost all enjoyment, it all suddenly seemed so pointless. All the preparation, the years of work, all for nothing? How many chats he had had, how all the candidates turned out to be windbags! It was frustrating, and then the hope with the two of them – but in the end just a huge disappointment. It was true, he wanted to give up everything, sell everything, end the chapter.

And then I was standing there at the side of the road. He had already seen me in the bar that evening, standing shyly in the corner, hiding, but watching spellbound. He recognized me immediately on the street and was delighted to have such nice company on the car journey. “But boy, you have to be careful, you shouldn’t hitchhike. That could go wrong!” I just grunted maliciously into my gag.

He goes on to describe how he was delighted by my curiosity, my mixture of fascination and shyness. The idea of the fist mitts came to him spontaneously. He wanted to give up the subject, but he also saw a bit of himself in me. His first steps in the scene were actually initially as a sub. In the beginning, his feelings for me were more paternal, he wanted to support me, give me a little push so that I could overcome my shyness and live out my secret desires. But then he saw my reaction when he put the mitts on me, my startled look when he fastened the buckles. And at the same time, the lust in my eyes and the slight blush on my face when I realized my desire and wanted to hide it. He put the collar on me because he wanted to see me in it. “The collar makes the slave. As soon as he wears a collar, his look changes, his behavior changes. Sometimes there are only minimal changes in his facial expressions, in his posture. But I wanted to see it in you and you didn’t disappoint me. I saw it in you at that moment. In that moment, I fell in love with you.”

I listen to him spellbound. Looking back from his perspective excites me, his foot plays with my cock, I moan lightly into the gag. He pats my head and continues. Then one thing leads to another. When he saw my stiff cock while I tried peeing, he seized the opportunity. When I returned his touch in the car, he decided to see how I reacted when he took me with him. And he saw how curiosity and lust won out over my fear and apprehension.

“You were so horny, the lust sprouted from your every pore! Yes, technically I think I kidnapped you. But you wanted it, you were magically attracted to it. And it was just a game. If you had said ‘Bob, I don’t want this, please drive me into town’ – of course I would have done it. And then I tested you out, tried things out, observed your reactions. Yes, even via the cameras. I wanted to feel my way around, introduce you slowly. In the beginning, it was more about you than about me, believe me. But then my own desire came back. It was so great, I was so happy after the disappointment the day before. Suddenly I saw a purpose in everything again. I had found the perfect slave in you.”

Where is this story going? Suddenly I get scared. I grunt into my gag, protesting wildly. “See, I knew you’d interrupt me. That’s why the gag. Where was I? Yes, the perfect slave. I had found my lust again, and for that I will be eternally grateful to you. I’ve also thought a lot in the last few hours and learned a lot about myself. What bored me about the two guys was that there was no resistance, nothing. And no desire either. What am I supposed to play with? They were like a ball with no air in it. It’s so different with you, your inner struggle, your emotions, the fright when I do something to you, the anxious look, like right now, and then at some point the transformation into lust. I so wish that one of the two guys had been like you, he would have been locked in my padded cell in the basement long ago.”

What kind of padded cell, what kind of cellar? I get a bad feeling in my stomach. Without a mask, Bob would see that I’m turning pale – but he can see it in my eyes. Since the story came to a head, he’s been staring at me intensely the whole time. Watching every little flash in my eyes.

“Then I let myself get carried away. I wanted so much to play with you, to test you, to push you to your limits and beyond. I may have gone too far, I’m so sorry about that. The panic in the night, I know that well. Something similar happened to me once. Something like that burns itself in. I had problems wearing a mask again for years. Yes, maybe that’s even one of the reasons why I switched sides and became a top. So, I can understand why you’re upset. We have to be careful now that it doesn’t turn into a trauma.”

As he talks, he caresses me tenderly, runs his finger over my mouth, traces the outline of my lips.

“And on the other hand, you need to control yourself better. The outburst that night was violent, you even insulted me. If you were my slave, you would have to expect a severe punishment. But: Punishment should never be an end in itself. It must support the slave, train him. Help him so that he doesn’t make a mistake again. As I said, you are not my slave. Unfortunately, really! But I also don’t want you to leave me with a trauma. I would never forgive myself for that. You said earlier that you wanted to rest for a day. I don’t think resting alone is enough. You have to work on the trauma. We tried it out briefly on the bed earlier when I was making breakfast. It went well for quite a while. You gain control if you want it, if you concentrate. Isn’t there a saying? If you fall off a horse, you should get right back on, otherwise you’ll get scared of riding.”

Fear. Yes, now I’m scared! Fuck, what’s he getting at? I have a really bad feeling now. I start to rebel, to squirm. Bob pushes me down with ease. He pulls me closer to him, my head now pressing against his bulge. I can feel his cock underneath, as hard as a rock. He grips my head very tightly with his arms, I’m squeezed into a mass of muscle and rubber. He holds me very tightly, comes very close to me with his face, penetrates me with his gaze.

“Don’t see it as a punishment, it’s training. But I think we should repeat the night again, just like this. And we’ll use the day today for training. You didn’t want to travel on until a day later anyway, so that’s fine! And believe me, it’s the only way to overcome your trauma!”

I scream into the gag, but no sound comes out. I can’t stand it! Another night like this? Another whole day? Freedom was so close, I had imagined myself showering! And now this? And what will the training look like? What will he do? I think of the scene on the bed this morning. How he let me panic twice. But how he also caught me. The moment when I panicked and then suddenly felt his hand on my thigh, how it calmed me down, how he could calm me down just by his presence, by his body that I was so addicted to. Fuck, there it was again, his body! He has a firm grip on me, but also in such a way that I have to feel his muscles and his hard cock against my cheek.

Bob is still looking deep into my eyes, suddenly he smiles. “I’ve been waiting for this. First the fear in your eyes, but in the end the lust wins!” With these words, he closes the zipper of the mask. I yowl into the gag and try to resist, but to no avail. He comes very close to my ear. “Believe me, it’s for your own good!” Then he grabs me, throws me over his shoulder and walks off. A short pause, I hear a door. I sense that we’re going down a flight of stairs.

***

The story is a mixture of different fantasies. Some scenes I have experienced myself in a similar, usually somewhat more harmless form. Some scenes came to my mind when I saw photos or videos of sessions, and some scenes were inspired by stories I read here or elsewhere on the internet. However, the feelings I am describing are to a large extent what I have actually experienced.

And by the way. If there is a “Bob” somewhere outside, please contact me on Recon or Romeo. If there is more than one: I have a few requests and would be happy to pass them on. I think many of us would love to fall into the same trap. Thanks!

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