By JR

After two years of dating, my boyfriend David and I largely settled into a routine.  We both work hard, have busy social lives, and a serious exercise regimen.  We get a bit competitive, but that competition pays dividends when it comes to the gym.  David works a normal corporate office job and I am a consultant working mostly from home, with a bit of travel.  That gives me way too much free time to find distractions throughout the day, rather than focus on my work.

A couple of months ago, David came home from work for lunch and found me busy at one of my distractions.  Naked at my desk, I was so lost in some bondage porn that I did not even hear him come in.  The sight of me seemed to simultaneously piss David off and excite him.

I stopped jerking off and was just kind of sitting there embarrassed, when David asked, “Why’d you stop?”  I told him, sorry, this is not what I do all day and I just needed a little distraction from a tough project.  He just looked at me sternly, and said “Finish.”  I thought his reaction was a bit odd, as I hesitantly returned my attention to the screen and resumed, getting my dick hard again.  David just walked away.  Sensing he was angry, it was kind of hard to focus on the porn, so I just gave up and figured I would continue when David went back to work.  I pulled my shorts on over my still semi erect dick, and tried to get back to work.  David had a different idea.

David returned to the room with my CB6000 chastity device.  It is something we occasionally use, but usually only for limited durations.  That was about to change.  David firmly instructed me: I am going to lock this on you so you can never jack off instead of working again.  The thought excited me at once, and my dick got rock hard, meaning I could not get the device on without cumming first.  David saw this, and again ordered me to finish jacking off.  “Hurry,” he demanded, “I’ve got to get back to work.”  David decided to help me out my slapping my balls hard as I stroked my dick, something he knew would make me cum quickly.  It worked, and no sooner than I wiped the cum off of my stomach, David was fitting the tube of the chastity device over my dick.  He clasped the rings around my balls, locked everything together, and returned to work.

I got back to work myself, but my mind kept wandering back to the work “never”.   David and I enjoyed our bondage games immensely, but they were always limited to an evening here or there or maybe a bit longer while on vacation.  I was always the one who wanted to take our roles further, while David insisted that we moderate our fetishes so that we can still enjoy “normal” sex.  An hour or so later I received an email from David:

“I figured you jerked off when I went to work, and that’s going to stop now.  From now on you’re going to stay in chastity Monday – Friday, no exceptions.  I am going to leave the key at the office each week, so there’s no way I will be able to unlock you if you beg.  Hopefully this will let you focus on work during the day, and more on me at night.”

After the first week, David unlocked me after work on Friday.  I was incredibly horny, barely able to focus on our friends when we went out that evening.  I just wanted to get off, any way I could.  After four nights of waking up with painfully confined erections, I needed release.  Back at home that night, David was kind and let me fuck him.   I had never exploded with such force inside of him before, and he definitely enjoyed it.  Now I had given him all the more reason to keep me locked up.

Monday morning came and when I awoke, lying beside my alarm clock I found the chastity device and a sticky note: “time to put me on”.   Again I spent a week with painful erections, though I was able to accomplish a lot of work.  I never looked forward to Friday so much.  But on this Friday after work, David told me how much he enjoyed my horny writhing and that he wanted to see how I would act after two weeks locked up.  This thought did not excite me.  What seemed exciting as a fantasy was starting to become an annoyance.  I liked having my dick locked up tight while David was fucking me or using my ass, but afterwards I just wanted some release.

After we fell asleep that night, I woke up again with a painful erection and aching balls.  I went to get some water and noticed David’s work bag sitting by the garage door.  Of course I could not resist the urge to search the bag, in hopes that he had brought home the chastity key instead of leaving it in his office over the weekend.  There was no key there.  I decided to exercise some discipline, and return to bed instead of continuing the search in his car or elsewhere.  I figured that he would have to let me out the next morning anyway, as we take long Saturday bike rides and the sight of a chastity device under my bike shorts would be obvious and embarrassing to us both.

The ride was long and I was never unlocked.  I stayed on my bike as much as possible when we stopped, figuring that others would not notice the strange bulge if I was not standing upright.  I should not have worried, as David’s bulge in his shorts was more obvious than mine.  He was really enjoying my anguish and embarrassment.  So much so that we had to take a detour off of the bike trail for me to give David a blow job in the woods.  I had no problem obliging, taking his sweaty cock deep in my throat as David pushed me down, with my back against a tree.  This newfound control over me made David more and more aggressive.  He focused totally on his own pleasure, without regard for me.  When I gagged he just slowed down a little, rather than pulling out of my mouth to let me take a breath as before.

That Saturday night we went out, and David and I after a couple of drinks confided in each other how much we were enjoying this new power exchange.  I told him it was frustrating, but that it lets me focus during the week and I was enjoying sex even more.  David’ response was a bit more cryptic.  He said this was just the beginning of something, and about to get more intense.  And, “By the way, I noticed you rearranged my work bag.  That’s going to have consequences.”  I inquired further, and David told me that I would not have to worry about snooping around at night anymore.

At home, he laid out more rules and more gear.  If I could not be trusted to stay in bed and not try to violate orders, then I would have to be restrained and punished.  Now, we have a nice assortment of bondage gear and toys, so this idea excited me.  First came my medium size butt plug, something I usually enjoyed wearing on the occasions that I would top David.  Next came a harness that has a tight strap up the back to hold the plug in place.  Then our padded leather hood with laces, tight straps, and just nose holes.  Then padded leather mitts and little locks for those and the hood.  Around my ankles David applied metal shackles that I did not even know we had, and finally, cuffs around my wrists.  All locked up, I was waiting for what would come next.  But the only thing I heard, muffled through the hood, was David telling me, “I hope you like your new pajamas.  Time for bed.”

It has now been two months since my first night in bondage, and now I am accustomed to some variation on this theme nearly every night.  Sometimes during the week, it is as simple as having my hands mitted and cuffed to the bed.  David has made it his personal challenge to get creative with this evening ritual, and whatever challenges his creativity in turn challenges my endurance.  Lately I have signed for a lot of unmarked packages, and each time one arrives, I spend the rest of the day fighting erections in anticipation of trying out its contents.  Last Friday one such package arrived, and shortly thereafter another email from David:

“I got an alert that you signed for today’s package.  Be wearing the contents when I get home.”

I ripped open the box to find two items.  One was a harness designed to hold a butt plug in, but without straps over the torso.  It has several locking points.  The other is a rubber body suit, head to toe with eye and mouth holes only.  I took a break from my work to clean up and put on the new gear, of course in such an excited state that I selected my largest plug to accompany the new harness.  The rubber suit fit skin tight and I could barely reach the zipper to finish enclosing myself inside.  To show how eager I was to follow David’s orders, I took a photo and sent it to his phone.  A few minutes later came his response: “Good boy, can’t wait to take you out later like that.  Better not take it off.”

Once again I found myself horrified at the thought of anyone seeing me in this gear.  Some cities have fetish bars or clubs where this might be fun, but not where we live.  For the rest of the afternoon I focused on my work, ass plugged, and body covered in my new rubber suit.  I spent a little time searching the internet to see if there was some club or party I did not know about.   When David got home, he was kind enough to explain our weekend plans.  He told me he found a group of guys who would help him take my enslavement to the next level, and we were headed to a party at one guy’s house for the weekend.  If I behaved, I would be let out of my gear to try out some of his new friend’s toys.  I’ll even let you cum if you’re good this weekend.

I was determined to do anything it took to get my dick free, and complied as David fit a hood over top of the rubber suit, cuffed my hands behind my back, and placed me in the back of his SUV for the ride.  For the first 24 hours or so of the weekend, I remained in the same gear.  I never got to see the new friends, but I sure felt their wrath as they trained David on how to properly discipline me.    I spent the first couple of hours locked in a metal cell, as I imagine David and the guys were planning the weekend’s activities.  Then I heard the cell open, and as I was dragged out and onto my feet, a voice telling me that he understood from my Master that I had some problems following orders.  He would fix that.

I was attached spread eagle to some device, ankles shackled, wrists above my head, and neck locked into a rigid collar.  Then my punishment began.  I do not know how red my ass was under the rubber suit, but even when I was finally allowed to see again on Monday, it was on fire.  In my usual fantasies, and when I had experienced small doses of paddling in the past, I felt part of the scene, asked to count out my punishment.  But this time I was just an isolated object there for the duration.  After an eternity of flogging and paddling, I was finally allowed out of my gear.

As soon as I stripped out of my tight suit, drenched in sweat and a bit of piss, I was again hooded.  This time a rubber hood with only nose and mouth hoods kept me from seeing my punishers.  Several hands stripped off my harness and released the plug from my ass.  I had been plugged for so long, I forgot it was there.  My hands were forcibly cuffed behind my back and I was led to a shower to clean up a bit before the next round of punishment.  For the first time in hours, I heard and felt David as he toweled me off and asked how I was doing.  I assured him that I was ok, if a bit tired and stiff.  David told me I would be able to lay down for a while next.

With that, another set of hands came from behind and shoved a large locking gag into my mouth opening.  It had a tube for breathing, but stretched my jaw uncomfortably.  I was uncuffed just long enough to be laid down on a cool, slightly slippery surface.  I relaxed my body for a bit, hoping to just be left alone for a few minutes, when I felt another layer of that slippery surface laid on top of me, like a rubber bed sheet.  It felt cool at first, a nice change from my sweaty rubber suit.  A minute later I heard a motor start, and realized that I was not just laying down for a nap.  The layers of rubber got tight as a vacuum sucked the air out and held me in place.  Someone pulled by cock through the sheet in its cage and finally unlocked it.  It took a minute for the blood to flow, but eventually my dick started to get hard.  I struggled to breathe through my gag, and as someone cut off my air supply intermittently, I got harder and harder.

I felt David’s touch on my dick and he stroked gently, edging me and then leaving me to rest.  I was in heaven, completely sealed in rubber vacuumed in tight, with only my dick sticking out.  I could tell after awhile that it was not just David playing with me, as the next touches were much rougher.  I felt stroking, followed by whacks against my dick and balls with a strap.  The pain was intense, but I got harder if that was possible.  This routine went on for an hour before I came uncontrollably.  It was the most ecstatic explosion I had experienced, after so many days of confinement and a weekend of exciting torment.

Finally after this experience, I was allowed some rest.  Still hooded, and now cuffed with mitts on, I was placed back into the metal cage for a few hours of rest for what must have been Saturday evening.  I was thankful not to be in chastity and not to have my ass plugged for awhile.  I drifted into sleep, and when I finally awoke, David was there to let me out and spent some time embracing me, deeply kissing me, and massaging my aching muscles.  He then gave me a choice: we could stick around for Sunday Fun Day or head home.  Still on a high from yesterday’s massive orgasm, and hoping David’s lessons on how to punish me were over, I opted to stay.

David helped me to my feet, and led me out to his friends to announce that I was up for more fun.  Fun consisted of me being locked into a device on my hands and knees, ass in the air, for more use.  Another gag, this time with no breathing holes, was strapped in.  Breathing through the nose holes of this rubber hood was difficult, and occasionally I gasped for air as the holes got misaligned from my nostrils.  This time I got to feel the paddle on my bare ass, no layer of rubber to diminish the sting.  Once they could tell I was in tears, a voice told David that my ass was finally ready to fuck.  He performed like a champ for the group, ramming me harder than he ever had and exploding like an animal.  I strained against this device I was in, rocking in his rhythm the best I could with my limited range of movement.  When David finished, he collapsed on top of me in a pool of sweat.  He took a moment to recover, and then asked his friends, “Who’s next?”

I was finally able to estimate the number of people in the house by the number of times I got fucked.  Not counting David, there were four other guys.  And when the last guy finished, David said, “Let him relax a bit before we lock his big plug back in.”  He was definitely embracing his role of punisher.

After another shower, David made good on his promise.  He plugged my ass, locked on the harness that holds it in place, and refit my chastity device.  Still, the rubber hood remained on, but this time he removed the gag and then fit a padded leather hood over top of the rubber.  For the duration of Sunday afternoon, he let me try out a sleepsack.  I felt him cinch me in and lace it up tight, as my arms were pressed against my sides and my shoulders compressed.  After some time laying flat, a couple of the guys hoisted me upright and suspended me like a caterpillar.  I struggled to keep my muscles from falling asleep and to maintain breathing.  At one point I started to panic, my heart rate rising and sweat intensifying.  I screamed through my two hoods, nearly hyperventilating.  An extremely hard whip against the back of leather sack shifted my attention from breathing to pain, and after a few more impacts to my ass and back, I shut up.

After this ordeal, I was ready to go home.  The guys let me down, and out of my enclosure.  David bid farewells as he slipped me back into the rubber suit in which I arrived.  He let me back to the car, again threw me in back, and drove home.  We arrived home and David led me into the house.  David told me how excited he was to learn new ways to punish me over the weekend, and that he could not wait to hear how I enjoyed it all.  “When I let you free, tomorrow.”

I did not see, but intensely felt, all that happened to my body for nearly 60 hours.  When David finally let me free Monday morning, he asked me, “Let me know when you’re ready to go back.  Our hosts asked to keep the keys to your chastity device, so we will be going back.”