About 20 hours ago, he came into Salon d’Orleans. I undressed him and tethered him to the Anchor Point, cuffing his hand to the steel post and stretching his parachute harnessed balls to his toes and his toes to his clamped nipples with thin rubber tubing. Once everything was secure, I told him that for the next 24 hours, he would always be bound.
So far I’ve kept my word. He wears shackles to the bathroom. A straitjacket holds him just so as we watch a video together. During our dinner at Del Posto, his balls were stretched again towards his feet — the lines hidden inside his trousers. “I can’t stretch my legs,” he informed me, when I asked why he was grimacing. “Awww,” I murmured sympathetically and activated the shock collar around his penis to give him something else to think about.
He slept, locked inside my sleeping cage, in psych ward-style wrist-to-waist restraints, covered with a comfy blanket and clean sheets. Though a bottle of piss water, with a straw, rested within reach should he get thirsty, I dragged him out of bed in the middle of the night to use him as my toilet anyway.
This morning, I escorted him to another Mistress’ studio. A prince’s wand nestled snugly in his urethra; his wrist cuffed to his coat with cable ties.
I’m back at the studio now, waiting. He’s bound to return any minute now …
Could you squeeze anymore hotness into five short paragraphs? Wow!
Whizzer
Hot! I love the tone of normalcy while describing such intense and exciting dynamics between yourself and your captive.
MTO, thanks for sharing. As one who has spent the night in your cage, you have reminded me what I am missing…
@matt
And by replying here, you’ve reminded me of how I’ve missed you.
@Tara
Knowing you to be a formidable captor yourself, I’m honored. Thank you.
@Whizzer
Apparently not! Glad you liked it, darlin.
I love your writing style. The contrast between the everyday, matter of fact tone and the details of what was being done is very hot. You have a great talent for reducing an intense,elaborate scene to the barebones of it’s reality.
So…..I’m sure we’re all dying to know. What happened when he was returned?
After 24 hours of being bound with you I would need Professional Medical help to rotate back into everyday life but it would be soooo worth it.
This post is so HOT. Dare I say even hotter than your previous post? You are on quite a roll. I can see the look on your face as you said “Awww”. What a joy to remember and experience……..
Best Wishes,
m
Was the parachute harness the one with the sharp points? Gosh, that one hurts!
Awesome post! Hot as a $2 pistol!
When do we read about when he returned?
@downlow
Yes, you know that parachute very well, don’t you? 🙂 Glad you enjoyed the post. As for what happened when he walked in …. allow the man some privacy, eh?
@heellvr
I wonder sometimes what it must be like to re-enter life after a very long, intense session. It’s pretty easy for me to, well, take it easy after a big session. I go to the movies. Get a massage. Drink some wine, play some music, and cook a nice dinner for myself. Maybe take the next day off. But for those of you who don’t have that luxury … how do you cope? How do you process? Hm. Maybe a question to ask the masses at MaxFisch.
@furfan
Thanks for the compliment! Writing about a scene is a really interesting exercise. Sometimes a scene that, maybe as it was happening didn’t seem like a big deal, just sizzles on the page. Other times, something that I might just dash off without much deliberation benefits even more from the rawness even though, as in this case, it only skimmed the surface of all that we did.
This is so amazing. My deep desires would be a scene almost like this. 24 hours in bondage would be delicious, the most I have ever managed was 17 and it was self bondage.