By Houdini1961

Well, I finally had my overnight bondage scene. I was edgy and excited about it all day long. I kept looking at the clock, thinking to myself … “in 7 hours I will be bound up with no way out,” “in 5 hours I will be bound up,” etc.

I tested the timer that would turn the light on at 9 a.m. over and over again.

What if the power went out? Or the timer didn’t go off for some reason? I guess that was part of my nervous excitement about it. Pretty much foolproof but “What if?”

I got all my items ready, Hiatt Handcuffs, chains, padlocks, 2 combination locks, timer, remote control, piss bottle and then nervously called the Master on my cell phone at 1 a.m. He instructed me to lock one of the combination locks on my balls. I did. He instructed me to wrap the chain around my ankle and lock it on with the other combination lock. I did. He instructed me to lock the Hiatt handcuffs on myself. I most eagerly did.

There I was, locked down for the night.

Then he instructed me to throw the keys to the Hiatts across the room. Oh fuck! This was getting to be very real! I chucked them far away from the bed and they clanged against the closet door. He then told me to use the remote control to turn off the lamp, which was across the room. I did. Now in total darkness, my only lifeline now, my only way out of this, was the lamp remote control i was holding in my hands.

He ordered me to toss it across the room. I DID!

Wow, what a feeling of being controlled i experienced right then. Then something hit me. Oh shit! One thing I or the Master did not think about it.

Any guesses?

My cell phone I had in my hand, which Master wanted kept by my bed overnight in case of an emergency, had a light bright enough on it that I would be able to see the letters on my ankle chain combination lock. And therefore I could escape. I begged Master to order me to toss the phone on the floor away from the bed. I needed this no-way-out bondage really bad!

He said it was against his better judgment but then said, “Throw the phone on the floor faggot slave!”

I tossed it away along with any chance of escaping before 9 a.m.

And you know, after all the hard-ons I had over the last few days thinking about this and even having a bit of precum oozing out of my cock right then, a feeling of peace and comfort overtook me. This is what I wanted and needed for a long time — inescapable, no-way-out bondage from a caring Master.

Course, don’t get me wrong, I humped the bed many times overnight, thinking about my predicament. I slept crappy, waking up over and over again from my own rattling of the chain around my ankle.

I lied there thinking, “this is fucking it, I need to be controlled and bound up as much as possible, I need to be a bondage slave, something locked on me at all times to make me feel I am owned.” I yelled out to my faraway Master: “Please Master, own it, lock it up, cage it, cuff it, whatever you want.”

“Strap it up and suspend it upside down like a piece of meat.”

“Keep it prisoner, you decide when and if it leaves the house.”

“Lock it up in your car trunk when travelling.”

“Lock up its cell phone, wallet and credit cards. Control its online profiles, change them, change its passwords on it, control its online life!”

“Make it eat your cum and drink your piss.”

“Shave it, tattoo it, ring it.”

“Make it so it can never get away … slave contract, power of attorney, it doesn’t care, whatever it takes to ensure total permanent bondage slavery!!!!!”

And the best part of all … it believes this MASTER will do just that!!!