By Eckie

Option 2:

I had another free day, so still enough time and did not worry when he released me for shower and cleanup and made me end up sealed and chained right after again, I did still wonder what he thought of me now that I told him my thought so openly or what he thought in general about it all by now, but I trusted him well, if he was angry or disappointed I was sure I would know.

The next meal, assuming breakfast again, even though the mush and drinks never really changed, was followed by again several hours of frustration in my corner down here left with my thoughts, finally he was back again and this time released me, from the chains and rubber, had me shower and flush and did not tell me to be back in the suit after that. Instead when he returned, he had my initial clothes with him, asked me to get dressed and meet him upstairs then. What he had not removed though was the chastity.

I was happy to be free, out of the sweaty rubber, not walking in my own piss, not feeling the heavy chains and being able to actually walk normal and freely anywhere, but still, I did feel a little sad, despite all the frustration and discomfort it was still an experience I not only did not want to miss, but if given a chance might even repeat voluntarily any time again.

When I found him upstairs in the kitchen then, a fresh coffee awaited me, one cannot believe what a pleasure that was, after days of mush and strange tasting water, probable having dissolved whatever vitamins or other things a body may need in it too, that coffee was heaven, especially since I usually drink a lot of it, I love good coffee, this one now though was the best I ever had.

He asked me then about my thoughts and feelings, over the past days and also the last after our previous talk, I had to admit the not knowing what he thought was more frustrating than the chastity preventing me from any pleasures, told him that I was afraid he might not think well of me after admitting what I have maneuvered myself in and now prevents me from even thinking about accepting a possible question, told him also of course about the difference it made to be in all the doubts and thoughts, the excitement and horniness of the situation was barely existent the last day, all I had was my predicament to suffer through all alone in that isolation sown in the cell and waiting for him to decide over me, if or when or how or what.

Again he listened well and then even confirmed that the latter I said was pretty much what it comes down to in a life like that, acceptance of the situation, acceptance of no longer being a free individual making choices or expecting its own rewards, pleasures, actions or anything for that sake at all, but becoming that sealed up item that is someone else’s property to do with as he sees fit and when he sees fit, if that means a good time or even just a more bearable time opposed to being stored like that in the basement alone, so be it, if that means, and it usually would, dealing with the boredom and frustration, the heaviness of the suit and chains, the restriction of the world to a tiny corner in a dim basement, so be it.

I had to agree, of course I could not imagine the long term impact on the mind, but I told him that I was certain, given the finality and lack of choice, one’s mind might adapt to it and see it just like that in time, maybe after weeks, maybe months, maybe even years, but being inevitable and not changing would sooner or later get to that point.

He then confirmed he very well thought a lot about what I said last time about my reasons, he understood that it was a dilemma in pursuing potential other futures but the one I currently lived, but then he said: ‘what if there is an option where you do not have to take care of or worry about the financial aspects, what if that would be taken care of, would you still struggle as much to come to a decision then? would it become more likely to accept such a new future or would it at the end turn out that the fantasy was great only because you knew you never would enter it in real?’

I was surprised by that question, though it gave me to think indeed, so it took a while of me staring into the half empty coffee cup before I could reply, I wanted to reply truthfully and not steered by fear of saying something wrong or being led by my dick.

I told him before I would answer, what he meant with the being taken care of to which he replied that he was in a position where he could take care of it, but naturally that would solely depend on the reasons shy he would do so. After arranging to sell off whatever there is, given that I would not need anything at all but my body and mind to come here permanently, sure there would be something left to take care of, but he might think about taking care of that then in exchange for me choice to give up life as free person and entering what I experienced the past few days, just this time with absolute irrevocable finality of that choice.

I then responded: ‘that would change my view for sure, there would no longer be any obligation that I believe prevents me from making any drastic change to my life, but as well of course, I would have to give up contacts, friends, family, everything for that sake, any habit, anything I was used to, as little as smoking a cigarette, as little as having my coffee, as little as just watching my favorite TV show regularly, as little as just browsing the internet for some ‘interesting’ content I liked, everything would have to be left behind and basically replaced by nothing. Well, in the beginning probably not initially felt as a ‘nothing’ given how much I still enjoy even the thought of being back in the heavy rubber, chains and even cell, how much I enjoy even those walks we had, even the time just lay or kneel silent by his side, but over the long run it truly means nothing I had will be replaced with something else, I would exist, and exist only, in the way he chose, and if at all or when or what happened in the exceptional times outside of that corner downstairs would no longer depend on what I think, feel, like or want, it would happen if it happens, or just not happen whenever he chose so. So yes, that would be a tough choice to make if those circumstances were given and I had to pick what I would do.’

He agreed in all of it, telling me that the choice, as severe and final as it is, never can be easy for anyone, it is not meant to be easy either, but even though others might find a compromise in some of the things I listed on having to give up, where by the way one would find out quickly that a lot other things are being missed in the first months as well, for him it was a simple way, become that object or not, give up everything or not and once chosen, nothing else matters, like it or not a few weeks, months or years later, there is no way back from this again and despite of some of the thoughts and feelings I experienced in the past days, they are nothing compared to what would come when it becomes final and permanent. I told him that I was sure aware of that finality he demanded from it and the severity of basically leaving everything I know now behind completely.

But then it came, without warning, without me being prepared still: ‘will you, with my assistance, arrange your situation in the coming two weeks, cancel every account or contract there is, arrange an agent to sell everything and let me deal with the mortgages or whatever may be left of it, will you then come back here on the Friday evening 6pm straight two weeks from now with nothing but what you wear that time, will you then voluntary put on the suit again and have me chain you downstairs to the wall, fully aware that you will never leave here again for the rest of life, that I will likely make modifications to your body to my likings, that you – even if you wanted to – cannot return to a life as individual on your own again?’

I had to swallow, I was unprepared, but also afraid this might happen. He expected an answer right now, and I knew from prior talks, this question was a onetime question and it was an all or nothing, now or never, if I said no there will never be an offer like that again, but if I said yes I would have to come true on it, not chicken out in the coming two weeks.

I believe the silence was lasting minutes, thoughts racing in my mind, all while he calmly just sat there looking at me, waiting for my reply. To all despise then, my dick suddenly started reacting, the one thing I wanted to keep out of a decision like that, but it just did. Still caught in that tiny tube of course made me shift around a little to find at least some relief from the discomfort it created, not that it helped getting rid of it.

Then finally I told him: ‘I am embarrassed that my dick now started responding and since you still haven’t released me from the chastity, of course that distracts a little now, I definitely wanted no involvement of that in a decision like that, but I cannot help it.’ I was pausing then and watching him after that for a while, still not responding but a slight smile showed on his face.