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The Hood by boyryan54

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By boyryan54

There was the familiar quiet jangle of chains. I sighed out of frustration. I quieted my breathing and tried to focus on any sounds, tricky considering the latex hood I was wearing, but the house sounded quiet. I shifted around, and there was “clang” from my left ankle shackle hitting a bar on the cage. I got very still, again listening for a sound for a few minutes.  Nothing. I sighed again, but this time, I sighed out of relief. I didn’t seem to have awoken anyone. This time I very slowly shifted around, pulled up a thin blanket, and curled up in a ball on the cage floor to fall back asleep.

I woke to the sound of water running through the walls. Someone was up! But was it Master or Alpha? No way I could tell. I hoped it was Master, but my gut told me it was Alpha. Master getting up meant that I might be released soon, but Alpha got up earlier for work, so rationally Alpha was showering. After a few mins, I heard the floor boards creak, someone walked past the playroom door, and disappeared. A little while later, heard the front door sensor chirp as it was opened and closed again. Alpha clearly left for work. No idea how much longer Master would sleep in. “Wonder if he was awake now, maybe watching it on the nanny cam”, I asked myself. But no way I would be able to tell.

It’s been two days now. Two infuriating days where I have been kept in this latex hood. Two days of wearing a latex hood, open mouth, two small nose holes, and no eye sight.

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The Man That Changed Me – Part 05

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By Tigerkey

We spent a few months doing this, staying at each other’s place and in the end I asked Rob if he wanted more from me, as in sex and play? To which, of course, he said he did but only when I was ready.  So after an evening where we had chatted more about this I said to him that I truly wanted more but I had a fantasy about him, and that it was weird. He asked if I wanted to tell him about it and I said OK. It was to do with the paper he had given me about the commitment and said WELL it goes like this…

I was looking at him with the paper in my hands and I so wanted to find out what would happen but he had only given me 5 minutes to decide. Then I thought of one thing and asked ‘IF I do this, does it mean I have no say in anything that happens to me and you control EVERYTHING IN MY LIFE, WITH ME HAVING NO SAY?’ He said, ‘No, but you will do as I tell you most of the time but I’m not going into detail on anything until you are MINE, ALL MINE.

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Cycles of Discipline – Part 03: Stretching

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By JoxMau

We walk home the long way.  I look at my watch and see that it is a little past 11 pm. I assume you want us to get home and start my enduro-slavery as close to midnight as possible. I tell you as much. You laugh and tell me it is a good thing that I will be doing a lot less thinking soon because I am only half right. You tell me that you also wanted me to walk off the pina colada, since he wanted me sober as well. I tell you that you know that I am not a lightweight. You smile at me wickedly like you have been doing for weeks now. However I really could not figure out what you were hinting at. I was about to ask and decided not to just as I was about to open my mouth. You had a surprise for me and I wouldn’t want to ruin it. You had stopped what you had been saying as well. You were expecting me to ask. After a moment we finally continue along towards home.

We get home around 11;45. The moment is coming soon and I am growing both equally parts excited and anxious. You take me and hold me tight while grabbing my ass over the jeans.  You lean in and playful bite my neck a few times. You know how to push my buttons and if I wasn’t wearing a chastity belt I would be hard like steel. After a quick sharp slap to my ass, you tell me to strip. I take off my boots and jeans and shorts.  You then give me the key to the chastity and that is taken off too. I am fully naked before you. No gear, no toys; I am just me.

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Cycles of Discipline – Part 02: Warming Up

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By JoxMau

Our lives are like a honeymoon again. We won’t start our new relationship for weeks. I first had to give my two weeks notice to my job, which I was more than happy to do.  You want time to do more research and prep. You want to start off out on the right foot. I am nervous that you are thinking of backing out, but you assure me that that is not the case.  As the weeks move from one to the next, more and more packages arrive so I know you are up to something.

You encourage me to enjoy my freedoms while they last.  You take me to one of our favorite steakhouses and whisper to me over and over how I might not have a steak and potato for a very long time, so I better savor my meal.  I do slow down when dining out with you and try to be more mindful. The sex is like nothing we have had before.  Although you have my cock locked up most of the time, you let me out regularly for lots of play sessions which might only be teasing but just as likely may end with me cumming.

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The Tournament Affair – Part 11

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Note: This is the second to last chapter.

By @reconkayar and @mmmph82

Part 11 – The Townhouse
SUNDAY MORNING – 2:00am

Another hour has passed. The van is making city turns, and Denny deduces they are getting into town and probably close to the men’s house. Time has become completely fluid during this episode, and Denny realizes he’s got very little clue what time it might be. But as the loading doors open, Denny realizes there’s very little noise outside, and he surmises from the apparent lack of traffic that it’s the wee hours of the morning.

About 10 minutes pass. Denny and Ken hear the men unloading gear and cases while they lie hogtied, gagged, and muzzled on the bunk beside one another. Then they hear a side door of the van slide open. One of the men comes back and begins undoing the hogtie tether from Ken’s head, then Denny’s. It’s Ben, Denny can smell him.

He unties the men’s legs and helps them out of the bunk. “Let’s go, men.” He brings Ken to the side door first, then Denny. The van is right up at the curb, with Chad and Ari on either side of the path in, providing a screen to deflect curiosity from anyone who might be on the street at 2am.

Each of the captives gets seated in a guest chair after being ushered into the house, a brownstone six steps above ground level.

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The Fall of a Master – Part 05

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By Rubrpig

Final Chapter

The slave stood quietly, its face red in embarrassment as its new status as a slave was now becoming public and the boy began talking to the others in the bar who looked with curiosity at the slave standing there in the heavy leathers, boots, straitjacket, collar and gagged.  The slave shrugged its shoulders trying to ease the stiffness as its upper body was stiff in the heavy tight strait jacket.

Master Gunther tugged on the leash and harshly told the slave to remain still and not to cause any problems as it would be punished severely if it disobeyed.  The slave stood still behind its master…

The slave was quiet and stood as still as it could the rest of the evening. It watched as its Master spent the evening talking to other Sirs dressed in the same heavy black uniform with brown leather shirts.  The men spoke in rapid German so the slave was unable to follow the discussion.  The slave was checked by its Master and after a few hours, its Master told his friends goodnight and the two of them left the bar.  An uber was waiting out front and the slave noticed it was driven by the same driver.  The Master stood quietly as the slave struggled again getting into the uber in its tall boots, tight breeches and the heavy straitjacket.  It finally accomplished it and its Master got in beside it and the uber drove away.

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Weekend at Garrett’s – Part 05

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© 2023 Bostonleatherman

…You have a bit of a pissgasm and let yourself enjoy the afterglow.

Thoughts of nothingness fill your mind, and this is the most relaxed you’ve been since you arrived at Garrett’s. You sag and let the padlocks that are holding you against the wall give you support. There’s some tension in a few places — Adam’s apple, armpits, gut, and crotch, it’s a nice feeling. Well, not exactly nice. Different. And that’s a nice feeling.

The light comes on and the door opens. You squint again at the light but not nearly as long as the last time. How long were you drifting? You ‘stand up’ again and look at Garrett holding a full glass of what you know can only be piss.

“I thought you might be thirsty. Gotta enforce the contract, right? And after you empty this, I’m gonna let you fill it so I can feed it back to you. How you doing?”

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Weekend at Garrett’s – Part 01

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© 2023 Bostonleatherman

There was no way you were getting out of this now. The anchor points on the wall were placed exactly where they needed to be – right next to each of the six D rings on the straightjacket. Three on one side – shoulder, waist, hip – and three on the other, plus one on either side of your neck and one for each ankle. The padlocks connecting each D ring to the eyebolts left no room for movement and when you tried, all that happened, really, was the sound of creaking leather.

There was a little more leeway with the locks that held the ankle cuffs to the wall. But not much. And the leather straps that Garrett used to tie the D ring on the front of the straightjacket’s collar to the eyebolts on either side of your neck were very secure. You could not move your neck. At all. His final touch was to shove your ring gag in, buckle it tightly and lock it on with a small padlock. The lock is probably overkill at this point you thought.  Bound like you were, there was no way in hell you would be able to remove it. Still, hearing the click as he fastened the lock gave you a rush. Just like hearing all the other locks securing you upright to the wall did, when he snapped them into place.

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