By Dalton Ott
The next bondage session….
I have completed my special project. One of my leather sacks is an old Fetters double leather sack with smooth leather inside and out. It is a great sack, but it needed something more.
Many years ago I read a story about a spike-lined sleepsack. Since then every time I have been in this particular sack I have dreamed about that story. I wanted one but I’ve never found a place to buy one or found someone to make it, so I decided to make my own.
To do this I have meticulously loosened the inside layer luckily it wasn’t glued. I then line the entire inside with tiny metal spikes. These are the backing for metal snaps, they make spiked gloves with these protruding from the palms of the gloves for sensation play.
I love to struggle so I avoided places that my bones were close to the surface like knees, elbows etc. Only my fleshy parts will be exposed to the spikes, the souls of my feet, palms of my hands, calves, thighs, ass, back, arms, stomach, chest, ribs, and neck. The spikes protruding through the smooth leather lining will be uncomfortable but not quite sharp enough to cut.
I think I’m at the right spot. None of us have ever been here before. The guy that was supposed to drive cancelled three days ago. I volunteered because I get motion sickness in the back seat, but being the young guy I feel I have to take the worst seat. I like the power and control that driving gives me. But it also means when something goes wrong, it’s my fault. One of the two others in the car is telling me to follow the GPS. I’m trying to match the red circle on a screenshot to Google Maps. He tells me to turn right. I don’t. I block out everything he’s saying, trying to focus on what instinctually feels right. I keep driving and then find a parking lot with a dozen cars, and an old white school bus with paint over whatever label it used to have.