Who do I have to fuck to get a blowjob?
Nobody at Fire Island knows what a gray hankie and a light blue hankie in the left back pocket means.
A Week at a Cabin in the Snow – Part 4
By Mister-X/Spartan
Day 4.
After the usual warming, exercises, food and shower the next morning, Master Leach again locked me into the chains. It took some time, as it did the first time, until I was finally tightly standing while in chains. This would be the day I would go to the proprietor’s place to be put into his cell, whatever it was. Master had told me before that someone would be by with his van to pick me up while in the prisoner transport chair, and I figured it would be the proprietor who would do this. With that nice day away to drive around the country, I’d forgotten what it felt like to be tightly chained.
Finished being put into the chains meant next being put into the transport chair. I could hear master leave the room and come back pushing the chair. I was soon back down sitting deeply in the seat while he locked the chains up each side, again with about 12 locks on each side. Again, it took time, but again I was finally attached to that chair. I couldn’t move. My cock was trying to get erect, both from the tight feel of the chains on my body and in anticipation of what lay ahead, so I had more pain to deal with from my cock in that spiked cock sheath tightly confined in the metal cylinder.
Master said that it had started snowing outside, so the proprietor was likely late. We waited and waited. I was starting to get disappointed, until I finally heard the sound of a van driving up. Master Leach went outside, and soon the two of them were back inside. After the blanket was put over me, I was pushed out the door in that chair. There was a ramp set up in the back of the van and I was pushed up that into the van. The chair was soon locked to the sides of the van. I could feel some snowflakes land on the outside of the pinholes at my nostrils as I was taken into the van, so it was still snowing.
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Bondage outdoors in Australia
I guess if you have lots of acreage, you can have all sorts of fun with outdoor bondage. Especially if you live in Australia! Just ask OzBoss:
His pickup truck is equipped with eyebolts at each corner, specifically to restrain prisoners. Fucking amazing!
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Forced to hand over my Nike TNs to a scally boss pic.twitter.com/AufyQz9pG2
— AirmaxLad (@NikeLadSW) March 17, 2016
A Week at a Cabin in the Snow – Part 3
By Mister-X/Spartan
Day 3.
When Master Leach returned the next morning, I was ready to get out of that cell. That had been something else to go through. I had come here wanting to be physically challenged by being bound, and my time in this cell had done that. I’ve had a lot of experiences in my life, but nothing like this one. I had gotten no sleep last night. I was still struggling with my breathing. My cock had loved it, having erupted three times, though being severely punished each time. It was truly a sadistic experience master had put me through, and I was ready to be released.
First was to remove that thin bar that was restricting my breathing. I breathed a sigh of relief when that was gone. After that, it was just removing all the locks that connected my side chains to the cell. Freed from those, he inched me out of the cell and helped me to sit down in the transport chair, bending my knees and elbows, the only part I could move, with all those locks reconnected again. Covered by the blanket, I was wheeled back up to the main room. As he was removing those locks, he said “after the usual morning routine, we’ll go out riding today. After your day in that cell you need a break. Did you enjoy your time there?”
I nodded my head up and down. “You did? That’s great! That’s my favorite device to put someone in. I’m glad you liked it. I’d like to have you return for more if you’d like. Just thinking about you struggling down there, I jacked off last night. That doesn’t happen often for me.”
Video: You never know what may happen once you’re tied up!
At the Serious Bondage Institute, Bouncer Pup found this out when his friends strapped him into a Maxcita straitjacket and leg sack and secured him to a metal stretcher. The devious laughter of his captors should have been a clue to Bouncer that they had something sinister in mind!
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