By Bondagegimp

Awakening

Walking through this garden gate has a special, almost symbolic impact on me. Sure, Bob’s property extends all the way to the street, but this area enclosed by bushes and a fence has been my world until now, a world in which Bob held me captive. Now I’m leaving it. Now I’m leaving Bob.

Oh Bob, why do you have to make it so hard for us? A few concessions would have been enough, and I would have stayed. But he’s completely uncompromising. And so contradictory! He wants me to stay, to submit to him, and yet at the same time, he’s not attracted to slaves who submit willingly. The two guys in the bar offered themselves to him, but that’s precisely why he didn’t want them. He wants to feel resistance, he wants to force, to subjugate. And yes, sometimes that turns me on too, I admit it. But just because I find some things arousing doesn’t mean I can simply give up my whole life. Does he really love me, or does he just want a plaything to satisfy his sexual desires?

I step very slowly through the garden gate, wanting to consciously experience the moment. The instant I pass through the gate, it feels as if I’m breaking free from Bob’s spell, from his enchantment. Everything seems so clear, so unambiguous, so simple. How could I ever have seriously considered living a life as his slave? Yes, it truly was like a spell lifting from me. I take a deep breath. The air of freedom. My nervousness subsides. My hands are barely trembling anymore.

I take the first step onto the grass and flinch. An electric shock hits me in the balls — not extremely hard, but quite painful. I jump back a step and the shocks subside. FUCK. The electrified chastity belt! That was it! I knew I’d forgotten something! Bob had told me about this right at the beginning, I think on the first day. Back then it was about the electric collar, and Bob explained that a transmitter in the house monitored the distance. If it was exceeded, the shocks came. And I remembered that it worked with the chastity belt too, from my escape in the woods! Damn, how could I have missed that??? Bob always has a plan!

It’s like scales falling from my eyes! Now it all makes sense! The milking! He did it so I’d forget about the chastity cage. Yesterday I was so horny that my cock was constantly pressing painfully against the cage. If I’d been only half as aroused today, I would have unlocked it immediately. And that’s why the plug was so small! FUCK, I should have noticed. Bob never chooses such a small plug! I can barely feel it! He usually picks one that’s just a little bigger than would be comfortable. But no, today he wanted me to feel comfortable in the cage and the diaper! I was so blind!

And I had wondered why he had been so much more brutal than usual over the last few days, instead of playing nice Bob so that I might stay. He pushed me to the point where I wanted to leave several times. That’s exactly what Bob wanted. Like a cat that gives a poor little mouse a push with its paw so it runs away, only to catch it again. It’s the cat-and-mouse game all over again! FUCK! I’m back in the middle of his game again, have been for a long time, probably the whole time I’ve been here—and I didn’t even notice!

What should I do now? I could ruin his game and just stay. But no! Absolutely not! All this just shows once again how dangerous Bob really is! What would his games be like if I were his slave permanently? What would he do if I didn’t want to play his game? It would just be a new challenge for him! I shudder. I have to get out of here! I take a tentative step forward — immediately followed by painful, stinging shocks. Just a moment ago, I was so confident, but now everything inside me is falling apart.

My hands immediately start trembling again. I panic. What can I do? Can I free myself enough to take off the chastity cage? What all do I have to unlock? Everything! The chastity cage is at the very bottom. I have to take off the romper suit to get to the cage. All the straps! Probably even the head harness, because that holds the hood, and the hood is part of the shorty. FUCK! Every detail is planned! FUCK BOB!!! This is too risky for me; it has to be faster.

Yes, when I ran away during the walk, I managed to do it too. The shocks got progressively worse for a while, but eventually I was out of range, and then the electric shocks stopped. Back then, I gritted my teeth and pushed through the pain! That was my only chance then, and I have to manage it again today!

I cautiously feel my way forward, the shocks intensifying again. I clench my teeth and move slowly onward. It’s unpleasant, and it gets more and more uncomfortable until I can’t go on and retreat. I try again. I manage to take one step further than before, but then I have to back up again. I try once more, but I can’t go any further. The electric shocks to my testicles are too unpleasant—stabbing, throbbing, pounding—so I recoil every time.

On the other hand… I think they’re nowhere near as hard as they were yesterday and the day before in the basement. And not as extreme as during my escape in the woods. So actually, I can handle more. Maybe I’m approaching this too cautiously. Like when you go into cold water. Every little step is so hard. It’s better to just jump in. I think I just need to be more determined. In the woods, I ran as fast as I could because Bob was right behind me. I have to run!

I take a few steps back, gather momentum. I clutch my backpack and, most importantly, the mitts with the keys, and start running. The pain intensifies until I can barely stand it anymore. I even squeeze my eyes shut in pain. I mustn’t stop now, I have to push through! It’s bound to be over soon!

The electric shocks are getting worse, now they come like blows. Until just now, the intensity had been rising slowly and steadily, now it’s in stages. Another shock. I double over, almost dropping my backpack. Maybe I should just leave it behind? I’m trembling with pain. I have no choice. I drop it and keep running, clutching my mitts. It’s getting more and more intense, tears welling up in my eyes. I’m sure it wasn’t this bad in the cellar, or even when I was fleeing through the woods. But I have to be through this soon!

Then I’m hit with a blow, so unexpectedly violent that I can’t believe it. It feels like someone’s kicked me in the balls with full force. My vision goes black, the ground disappears beneath my feet – I fall flat on my face onto the grass. Luckily, it’s soft, because with my arms tied at the elbows, I can only partially break my fall.

The shocks continue, I can’t think straight. I just want to get away from the pain! I drag myself back. The blows become less intense, more bearable, but they only stop when I’m in the garden. I sit down on the ground and need to catch my breath.

I need to think! Concentrate! What can I do? Why are the electric shocks so extreme? They were bearable in the woods! Suddenly, the scene flashes before my eyes again: Bob putting the electric collar on me that first evening. If you stray from the house, you’d get a strong shock, sort of as a warning. If you went even further, it would be so strong you’d faint. That’s more or less how he explained it to me. But that evening, it all seemed so playful that I didn’t really take it seriously. The idea was that I could look around the house, and then he’d call me to dinner with a little shock. That evening, I was far too curious about Bob and everything that I never even considered running away. Back then, I never would have thought he took the whole slave, prisoner, control thing so seriously. A shiver runs down my spine as I realize how seriously he actually means it.

And why weren’t the electric shocks as strong in the woods? I don’t want to believe that Bob planned everything so meticulously and for so long. But either way, since the escape in the woods, I haven’t really taken the electric chastity device seriously. More like a toy he could use to torment me slightly, but I never saw it as truly dangerous. If I had experienced shocks like these back then in the woods, I wouldn’t have forgotten it. My first thought today would have been to take the chastity device off. But that can’t be right, Bob couldn’t have planned all of that, could he? That’s impossible! Am I working myself up into another delusion, like I often did when I’ve been tied up in his dungeon?

I no longer know what’s true and what’s false. Just a few minutes ago, at the garden gate, I thought I’d broken free from Bob’s spell, that I’d simply shaken him off. Oh, it was too easy! Bob is back in my head, more powerful than ever before. All my thoughts revolve around him. And it’s not the Bob with the sad eyes! It is the powerful Bob, the almighty one, who controls everything and has planned everything.

Now I ‘m really scared of Bob! My whole body is shivering. Only one thing is clear to me: if I don’t manage to escape now, I’ll never have another chance! I have to force myself to think clearly. I can’t break through this invisible electric fence. I have to get rid of the cage, it’s my only chance! There’s no other way out of here! Is there enough time? How much time has passed? I have to try, it has to work! Where are the keys?

My blood runs cold.

I dropped my mitts when I fell! I’m starting to hyperventilate. I have to pull myself together so I don’t burst into tears. This can’t be happening! I jump up and run to the garden gate. I can already feel the shocks before I even reach the gate. The area is getting smaller! I look at the path. My vision is very poor through the hood. I can see the backpack, but not the mitts. The mitts with the keys inside! They must have fallen into the tall grass.

I’m running around the garden in a panic. I realize I’m already getting electric shocks near the fence. Where I was just crouching in the bushes watching the delivery man, it’s now painful. The trap is closing in, the electric shocks driving me closer and closer to the center of the garden.

Isn’t there some kind of tool lying around here that I could use to free myself? Garden shears, something? Of course not, Bob wouldn’t do something like that. Anyway, it wouldn’t make any sense; I’d need a steel saw for the chastity belt. That would take way too long. My only chance is the key! I have to get the keys!

I summon all my courage and strength and run out of the garden gate. The electric shocks are already nearly knocking me over; they’ve intensified. I keep running. My backpack. Just a few more meters! The pain is unbearable, like repeated, violent blows to the groin. My vision blurs, but fear gives me strength. By chance, I spot the mitts in the tall grass, which gives me courage, but the shocks become even more intense. It knocks me over; I double over in pain, crawl to the mitts, and finally manage to grab them.

With my last bit of strength, I drag myself back into the garden. I’m still getting electric shocks even far beyond the garden fence. I need a place where I can recover. Where in the garden will I be safe?

I don’t have to guess for long. In the soft afternoon sun, I see the blanket Bob had spread out, the one we had so often sat and cuddled on. It’s so obvious! That’s where he wants me. This is meant to be my safe place. His psychology is simple, but it works! I let myself fall onto the sheet. The electric shocks stop instantly, but the pain in my testicles persisted, intense. I had been out there too long. I double over in pain, my vision blurs again. I close my eyes. The blanket smells of Bob. In my pain, I turn my head so I can smell the blanket even more. Bob!

So I lie on the sheet for a while, trying to regain my strength. The sun shines pleasantly on me. But the pain subsides only slowly. I clutch the mitts tightly in my hands, like a precious treasure. I don’t want to let go, even though I know I’ve long since lost the battle. I won’t, I can’t, free myself anymore. Even if I had the strength to sit up and unlock the locks, there isn’t enough time. The two hours must be up; Bob will appear any moment. He has calculated everything precisely; I never stood a chance! He knows all my weaknesses, and he knows how to use them.

I feel a shadow. I don’t need to open my eyes. I know it’s Bob looking down at me. I only see the shadow behind my closed eyelids, but his presence is so powerful, I can feel him. I don’t want to open my eyes, to see anything. I want to hide, to crawl away. I’m defeated, Bob has won. I’m afraid, trembling all over again.

Bob comes closer and sits down next to me. I feel his hand on my shoulder and I start to cry. From fear, from pain, from relief, from joy — I don’t know. All the emotions merge and are released in my tears. It’s as if the tension of the past few days is falling away from me. Bob strokes me. He scoots closer, pulls my head onto his lap. I can’t stop crying. Bob strokes me. It turns into a hug that tightly embraces my head. ” Shhh, shhhh, it’s okay, it’s okay. It’s over, you don’t have to struggle anymore. Everything is okay.”

I smell Bob. It feels so good. I need him. I’m slowly calming down. Finally, I can open my eyes and look at him. He’s wearing his skintight, dark blue, short-sleeved spandex shirt again, paired with his tight-fitting shorts made of perforated, shiny silver nylon. He knows what turns me on; that, too, is surely planned. I look at him for a long time, my eyes following the curves of his muscles. He looks even more massive than usual. His muscles are pumped up. He’s obviously been working out while I was fighting here. Did he nevertheless watch with his camera how his carefully planned game ran like clockwork? Or was he himself uncertain and nervous and had to distract himself with training?

My head is resting on his leg. I can see his other thigh in front of me, straining against his tight shorts. I want to see the bulge in his shiny shorts, but I have to move my head slightly because the hood severely restricts my field of vision. The bulge is such a juicy sight: thick, fleshy, in his shiny pants. His cock is clearly visible, already somewhat stiff. But Bob notices, of course, that I’ve moved my head, even if it was only slightly. I hear only a slight snort from him, but I know him so well by now that I can read such small signs. He laughs to himself. He understands exactly and knows that he has me hooked again.

He leans over me, reaches for the mitts. I’m still clutching them tightly; I don’t want to give them up. They’re my last straw; I can’t let go! ” Shhh, shhh … Come on, let them go. You’ve had plenty of time to break free. I gave you all the keys, the real ones and the figurative ones. They were all the right keys, and you knew all the parameters. If you’d really wanted to leave, all you had to do was unlock the restraints and go. Since you didn’t, you have to ask yourself what held you back.”

I actually believe him. Bob gave me all the keys and all the information. He loves to play games, he likes the risk because he needs the thrill. The cat isn’t interested in the mouse; it hunts for the sake of hunting. Does Bob love me? Maybe, in a way, in his own way. But above all, I am the perfect toy for Bob. I have stimulated his hunting instinct from the very beginning.

Defeated, I let go of the mitts. “Or are you not attached to the keys at all, but to the mitts? I know you love them. They give you a sense of security. Don’t worry, you’ll get them back in a minute.” He shakes the mitts out on the sheet, the keys all falling out. He grabs my left hand, puts it inside the bondage mitt, and pulls the strap tight, then does the same with my right hand. I let it happen; I no longer have the strength to resist. He locks the mitts and fastens them to the straps around my thighs. Then he grabs the booties, which are also lying on the sheet, puts them on my feet, and fastens them to the thigh straps as well, so that I can no longer stretch my legs. Now it’s really over; my chance to leave Bob is completely gone. Now I belong to Bob.

I feel like I have to say something. I have to explain it to him, have to tell him that I can’t be his slave. I start talking rapidly, but not a single sound comes out of the gag that’s even remotely intelligible. Bob strokes my head and reaches for the keys. He knows them better; he finds the right one immediately and unlocks the locks on my muzzle. But he doesn’t take it off — he grabs one strap after another and tightens them. Then he puts the locks back on. Now the head harness is very restrictive, almost oppressive — just like he always put it on me, except for today.

Finally, he unzips the romper suit at the bottom, reaches inside, and fiddles with something. After zipping it up again and securing it with a padlock, I feel the plug expanding inside me. That’s why the plug was so small: it’s inflatable! He pumps it up until I start moaning and shaking my head. Finally, he lies down on the blanket and pulls my now completely helpless, bound body toward him, so that I’m lying on his torso, my head resting on his still pumped-up, firm chest muscles. His arms embrace me.

The sun is now very low in the sky. The garden is bathed in golden light, the long shadows heralding the approaching evening. I feel the cool air on my back, but Bob’s warm body beneath me and his strong arms keep me warm. I feel safe. I resist feeling comfortable, but I can’t help it — until Bob presses the bellows again and inflates the plug even further. He pumps it up to the point where I can’t take it anymore. Even though I don’t want to, my body reflexively resists, trying to push the plug out, only to feel how securely it is fixed inside me by the chastity belt, the diaper, the romper. I tug at the straps that bind me into a tight package, want to scream into the gag that is pressed so tightly and brutally into my mouth, suppressing every sound. I want to rear up, my body struggles, but Bob holds me tightly pressed against his body. I’m fighting back tears. I press my face into his muscular chest, breathe in his scent — it’s the only way I can bear the plug.

Frustrated, I slump down. Bob has complete power over me again, physically anyway, but also psychologically. He’s back in my head, controlling my every thought. Everything revolves around him. He is my tormentor and my savior.

I belong to him. The game is over.

Or is it just beginning? I feel something stirring in my crotch. I can’t believe it, after this morning’s session. My cock is getting hard and pressing painfully against the cock cage, and I groan briefly. Bob immediately understands what’s going on.

“I’m so happy. Now nothing can ever bring us apart!”

THE END

But what is in the package that the delivery man brought? Read the epilogue!

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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.

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