A few weeks ago, I invited a play partner, SM, over to be a practice body for a rigging I was working on. The set up included heavy metal shackles, an electric humbler, cock bondage, nipple clamps, and stress positioning in The Pound, my steel punishment cage. That night, another play partner, DL, happened to be in town. While making plans with SM, I remembered that I’d also suggested DL drop by the studio at some point that evening and told him. When DL rang to say he was on his way, SM was in full bondage and not going anywhere. I told DL this and said, “Come over anyway. He won’t mind if you don’t.”
Afterward, I asked them both to recount their sides of what happened next for me. Once I’ve posted their stories, I’ll chime in with my POV. Sorta like a more kinky (and, uh, less murdery) Rashomon.
First up, SM’s story.
Whenever You have time to meet me, the only thing I know I can count on is the time will not be spent in any way I could ever expect. All I knew was you said you wanted to try some stuff out, and I am always happy to oblige. I sensed that your schedule was a bit hectic that day, and you asked if it was an issue if someone came by. I have complete trust in your judgement, of course it wasn’t a problem.
You know me very well, and play my body like a fiddle. The time between when I arrived and was in predicament was short, but graceful beyond measure. I didn’t think I was going to need kneepads to kneel in the cage, but then, I had never been in the cage for that long, and certainly didn’t think about the fact that the humbler was long enough that I wasn’t going to be able to lay on my side without my balls being pulled off if I had the guts to try it. It couldn’t have been long, but suddenly I was transformed.
So I was in a fixed position, kneeling, a plug in my ass lit up with a similar amount of electricity as what I was getting through the humbler, and a very intense spiked sleeve around my cock. Every time I thought to myself “wow this is hot” and started to get aroused, I was greeted with direct feedback from the sleeve, reminding me that “no, I am MTO’s property right now”. That was an intense experience, the electricity was causing contractions in my groin muscles and I could feel it all the way up in to my stomach. I was truly getting fucked by this setup, and then the doorbell rang.
Of course, even while you were entertaining your visitor, you had the electricity high enough that there was no way I was getting comfortable. The electricity from the device even! As soon as I felt like I was able to manage things, you would let me know you hadn’t forgotten about me, tweaking this or that, keeping me on edge. I was a writhing animal, locked in a cage, owned for as long as you were going to have me in there, knowing you had enough equipment to keep this going indefinitely.
Honestly, what I heard going on with your visitor, it’s all kind of fuzzy. I could only hear and imagine, but then as I would start to think I could visualize what you were doing to him, my survival instinct would be summoned to deal with a random burst of intensity from the electrical setup. Or to deal with my slowly melting knees and elbows, which only get more uncomfortable the more they are adjusted. I have no clue what you did to my ass cheeks while I was in there, but today I am reminded of it every time I sit down.
And by the time I was out, your visitor was so deep in gear that there was no way to understand who or what was going on with him. As if I had a mind to understand anything at that point.
This weekend come back for He Said, part 2.