Although many of regular subs have not yet had the privilege of being graced with an audience in my ‘next-level’ BDSM Laboratory, those lucky few who have been admitted have, of course, revelled in the unrivalled excitement of all my new kit. I should say, however, that bringing along some old favourite toys and equipment from my previous incarnation establishment has had its plus points.
One of my disciples was lucky enough to find himself washed up upon these new shores of sexual excitement, which seemed to me to be the perfect opportunity to divide up his five-hour marathon session into individual, specialised segments. It felt important to set the mood from the off, and so I took the liberty of laying-out numerous bits of bondage paraphernalia in front of him in order to mess with his already-excited mind, and give a taster of what I had in store for him.
He was faced with a selection of locking, silver-polished, hinged cuffs with matching leg irons and a rigid, metal, lockable prison belt. Along with those restraints, I had prepared an array of padlocks, keys, heavy-duty chains, metal chastity devices, locking collars, elasticated nose hooks, feeding gags, and white canvas strait jackets.
“Wow”
… was the first word he exclaimed as he took a moment to not only appreciate the wonders of my massive new laboratory, but also to appreciate all of the ingenious bits and pieces which he knew would be used for my amusement. I had decided to don my scrubs to enhance his experience and make him understand that he was merely an experimental subject to be used by me. I thought of him as “Patient Zero”.
While we were going through the opening formalities, I attached chains to one of the rings in the ceiling and began the gradual process of applying some of these wonderful bits and pieces to his body. Although normally it is fun to have hands locked at the front, this time I decided to secure them behind his back. That gave him only the most limited scope to reach his cock, already confined within a chastity device which also locked his balls to his metal belt. It’s an understatement to say that by the end of this preparation stage he looked well and truly decorated.
“Well, we have got ourselves into a predicament, haven’t we? I guess you really are now in for the long haul…”
It’s fun giving a tour of my prison area to a client attached by a chain to the ceiling so that he can do little other than trudge around behind me like ‘The Grim Reaper’, shuffling and trying to test his binds, whilst listening intently to the myriad of options I have available at my disposal. “And here we have…” I point out, “…and over here, I can…” I continue… “And this thing here is….”
The best part is that I am well aware that every word from my lips is having a profound effect on his aching, caged member, and that the effect and the ache increase as he slips into a blissful fantasy and totally forgets about the ceiling anchor points while we walk around with him tethered by his restraints. It somehow seemed as though the experience of being in my new BDSM Laboratory was becoming too arousing – probably not helped by the fact that my gloved hands kept groping his caged parts whenever I felt like it.
Soon though it was time to up the ante and add more restraints. The result was perhaps the most immobilising, chained jacket-and-chair combo I think I have ever done. I should explain that the chair in question was a simple office chair on which I had allowed him to sit for a few minutes to catch his breath: we fell into deep conversation and then, all of a sudden, ‘voila’… Position Two.
I was quite proud of how helpless I had made him, and could not resist taking a few pictures, and then turning the cam around so he had to look at himself. It did give me a little thrill – toying with the meat can be so entertaining at times, whispering sweet nothings in his ear and stroking that available groin.
‘Perhaps it is time to remove the chastity device’, I mused…
before peeling it off, touching him, groping and edging him in unmentionable ways to the point where he was impossibly close to losing control. Then… it was time to pop off and get myself a coffee. Yes, he was suffering and desperate… but it is all about me, and my needs after all, isn’t it?
When I returned after coffee, I thought it amusing to add a head harness, nose hook and feeding gag to force his head into as upright a position as his cock was enjoying. It meant that he had no way of even turning his head, he could not move his mouth, and he certainly could not move and inch – or touch himself.
“Ever heard of a ruined orgasm?” I question.
(To be continued …..)
