I awoke to Sir's gentle touch on my back. I had no idea how long I had been asleep or what was the time or day. Frankly, I did not care; I only wanted to have my experiences with Sir continue. I briefly tried to sit up before remembering that I had fallen asleep draped over the sawhorse like a fallen solider. My body was sore from the battles but this mattered not as my commander in chief was by my side. Sir, My Sir, began pouring massage oil on my back and kneading my aching muscles. I could not feel my arms and legs, since they had been dangling for so long, but the relaxation of my back and neck muscles were incredible. I knew I meant something special to My Sir and My Sir meant everything to me. My Sir released my arms from the sawhorse and slowly placed them by my side. My Sir continued to massage my arms and torso. My Sir moved down to my buttocks and the backs of my legs. Oil and massage were liberally applied to what seemed to be all my aches and pains. My Sir was strong and competent, and I had no doubt that I had found someone who could be fully trusted. My Sir was someone in control, control of me. My Sir's smooth rhythmic movements over my body were one with my body and I melted into his hands. My Sir next removed the straps from my head and legs. For the first time since I had met My Sir, I was without restraints. I looked down and saw that My Sir had in his hand the stun gun but could not fathom why he would feel he would need this item. I would never do anything in rebellion to My Sir.
My Sir directed me to sit on the barstool at the front of the sawhorse. My Sir proceeded to put ear plugs in my ears and the hood on my head. As My Sir laced up the back of the hood and I lost all connection with sights and sounds. Secured and locked, I felt Sir direct me and lead me to get up. After a number of steps I realized that I was now located in the basement bathroom. My Sir guided me onto the toilet and pushed my cock down under the toilet seat. I loved the way My Sir took total control. What little fluids and solids I had in my system were eliminated and My Sir had me rise and lean forward so he could wipe my bottom. I was then led to the metal bed and made to sit. I could feel with my bare ass that I was sitting on the mummy bag. Since the mummy bag did not slide or move when I sat down, I knew that it had been carefully laid out and secured by the external rings to the frame of the bed. My Sir was precise and skillful in all things. I was directing to lie down on my stomach with my arms at my side. My Sir continued to give me a full body massage like I have never experience before. I was in such a relaxed state, intensified by the deprivation of my sight and hearing.
My Sir began playing and lubing my asshole while relaxing my sphincter with his fingers. I could feel his cock against my ass and enjoyed My Sir's excitement and quick penetration. The rhythmic movements of my ass and the bed in sync with My Sir's thrusts of excitement felt like waves rolling over me on a warm beach. The pressure of the mattress pressing firmly against my hard cock felt so good and natural. I was sad when I felt My Sir cum in me and realized that all good things must come to an end. My Sir withdrew from me and I could feel him re-lubing my asshole. My Sir began applying gradual pressure with a dildo and skillfully worked the object into my ass. I could feel that this was a different dildo than before as it seemed to put direct pressure on my prostrate and felt metallic. I was so relaxed and so tired that I believe My Sir could have fisted me and I would not have cared. I was then directed to turn on my stomach and move toward the head of the bed. I felt My Sir insert my hands in the side sleeves of the mummy bag as I wiggled my way down until my feet felt the bottom of the bag. My Sir began systematically tightening my legs together and working his way up my body. When My Sir reached my testicles, he removed the ball parachute and worked my dick and balls up into the slot in the bag. I could feel the warmth of the leather on my skin, the tightness of the bag, and the cool air on my cock. My Sir worked his way lacing me up to my neck and then tied off the cords. My Sir then removed my hood since the mummy bag would provide more than adequate sensory deprivation. When I opened my eyes, I noticed that My Sir had turned out the electric lights and the basement was lit by two flickering candles. One was located close to the bed and the other provided backlighting to the basement. For some reason, the lighting again stirred an excitement in my groin. My Sir lifted my head and allowed me to drink plenty of fluids. I did not know what My Sir meant when he said to keep rehydrated since I would not need to worry about going to the bathroom. Anyway, I fully trusted My Sir. After drinking all I could, My Sir gently positioned my head on a couple of pillows so I could look down on my cock and mummified body. My Sir seated himself by my dick and arranged a series of materials on my abdomen. My Sir began by carefully peeling back the wrappings of a number of items marked sterile. My Sir wiped off my privates with a warm cloth, removing all traces of lubrication. My balls and cock were carefully dried and then a sterile solution was liberally applied to my dick and around my slit. My Sir then carefully put on sterile gloves and removed a tube from its package, making sure it did not touch anything non-sterile. My Sir applied sterile lube to the tube and then proceeded to roll back my foreskin. The tube was inserted in my dick which felt extremely strange and uncomfortable as it descended down my urinary tube. My Sir knew when to stop and I could feel a little internal inflation. My Sir then delivered a gentle tug and was satisfied that the tube would not slip out. My Sir then connected the tube to a catheter bag and placed the bag below my body. With the catheter and butt plug, I could be kept contained for as long as My Sir desired. My Sir removed the pillows and gently allowed my head to nestle into the mummy bag. My Sir pointed out the breathing holes and the tube attachment allowing me to drink as much water as I needed. My Sir checked that the ear plugs were still in place and performed the final wrapping of my head into darkness. For a moment, the only thing I could hear and feel was my breathing and the tightness and security of the mummy bag.
I was startled to feel something being attached to my cock, something sticky. Next, flaps were opened; exposing my nipples and another sticky attachment was made to my tits. There were some other activities and maneuverings before I was finally left on my own. At this point I realized how much I needed to rest and sleep. My mind began to focus on my current situation and on events that had unfolded thus far while I drifted from an excited state to a dissociative curiosity and wonderment of what other experiences and emotions would be in store. My thoughts were fading fast. About this time, I felt a slight tingling in my ass. The tickling of my prostrate left me somewhat aroused. I was uncertain if this was some sort of aftershock from my many experiences with My Sir or just my imagination. Nothing else appeared to be happening so I considered that my mind was playing tricks on me. No, I definitely just felt pain in my nipples as a surge of electricity brought a sharp sensation of numbness to this tender area. Next there was a zap on my dick following by a downward current administering light pain to my balls. Had I been able to move, this would have made me jump. Then I felt nothing except the knowledge of what was happening. I cursed the name of Thomas Edison who changed electricity from a scientific curiosity to a tool with many applications to modern life. Wow, all three electrodes went off at once. Now I felt a gentle tingle of an electrical charge on my cock. My Sir had set an electro sex toy on a random pattern. I could not predict when the blasted thing would come on or off, or the intensity of the electrical stimulation. Time became incredibly long and every time I attempted to drift to sleep, I would be awaken by a higher than normal voltage or a voltage after a long delay. I became extremely disoriented, tired, and paired with the sensory deprivation, began hallucinating. This was definitely an out of body and in body bag experience with no end in sight or sound.
I have no idea how long this continued. I was completely disorientated and concentrated my thoughts on My Sir who knew me and would be there to provide my escape. All I knew was that I was completely in My Sir's power and control and consequently My Sir became the focus of my thoughts in order to keep me sane. May times I was not sure if I was dreaming or awake. At best I was in a state of lucid dreaming. My anxious feelings were heightened by cramped muscles, intensified by electrical shocks, and worsened by lack of sleep. I was slowing drifting out of my mind. From time to time I would feel My Sir's presence as he held my head or put pressure on some part of my body. Without that knowledge of My Sir's presence I believe I would have fallen over the abyss.
After what appeared to be forever, I sensed that the random patterns of electrical discharges were now beginning to have a pattern. Was I imagining this? No, it can't be. There was definitely a change in patterns that was resulting in an increase in my excitement and pain. Electrical stimulation was now happening all at once. The discharge to my prostrate was painfully delightful and balanced by the shock to my cock. My Sir must be here and in control. The electrical charge was having a stimulating effect even with the presence of pain. Whatever was happening caused me to squirm in the mummy bag to try and get away while having an extreme desire for release through an explosive ejaculation. Both of these desires were not immediately forthcoming. I needed more and yet I wanted to get away. Finally, after a particularly painful shock to the prostrate and a tickling sensation to the head of my cock and nipples, I shot my load and collapsed if it were even possible further into the mummy bag with a great sense of release and relaxation.
I began to feel the lacing of the hood being released and my face exposed. The room was lit by new candles and I slowly eased back into the real world again. At least I hoped I was not dreaming. My Sir removed the ear plugs and offered me water from a cup. I felt the warmth of his body close to mine as I sipped on the water. My Sir continued to unlace the mummy bag and set my body free. As far as I was concern, My Sir was welcome to his mummy bag. My Sir helped me up and I could see the completed half of the fiberglass mold on the floor beside the laundry tub. My Sir removed the electro shock sex unit from my cock and nipples and disconnected the catheter bag, leaving a short tube hanging out of my slit. I held on to My Sir with every fiber of my body. I did not want him to ever leave me. After some time in his grasp, I was slowly able to release myself. My Sir then motioned me to head toward the mold. "Take a look at how your new home is coming along." he said.
With My Sir's help he led me to the mold and had me lean forward, guiding my cock with the catheter tubing extension into the appropriate mold opening. Since My Sir had used the backside of the plaster mold, smoothed out with soft clay as his form, the mold was about an eighth of an inch bigger than my actual body. This meant that I was able to easily fit into the mold and that there would be no points where the mold might constrict my body. My body rested on the support that the mold provided while My Sir inserted the completed internal arm section. My Sir then clamped the external and internal lips together and drilled a number of holes to secure both halves using a nut and bolt connection. Even though there was not yet a back section, with my arms in place secured by the internal piece, I would never be able to extradite myself. I realized that this was the first time My Sir had manipulated me without restrains and I had no thoughts of escape or overpowering him. I remembered the ideas discovered surrounding the Stockholm syndrome and realized how easy it was be for me to do anything My Sir asked of me. I was quite content to respond to My Sir without question.
My Sir asked if I was OK and ready for the next part. I would be required to remain perfectly still while the back art plaster mold was formed. It would not be as difficulty as the first section since the fiberglass mold would hold me in position. The chance to rest was so inviting that I had no difficulty nodding in agreement for My Sir to continue. My Sir provided me with another power shake and started to use Vaseline to cover my exposed body. My Sir played with my ass and as gently as possible removed the electro stimulation butt plug. My Sir then worked his fingers in my ass and inserted a massive double ended dildo. Working the one end into my assets, My Sir left the other end dangling in the air. My Sir then use four rubber door stops he had asked me to purchase and placed them into my crack to allow my butt cheeks to be separated. The familiar procedure of the application of Vaseline and the art plaster casts was next. My mind drifted and I was surprised when My Sir told me to hold still as he was about to remove the mold. I could feel it gently being removed from me and carefully placed on the table. The double ended dildo, much to my relief came out with the mold. My Sir also removed the wedges from my butt crack. My Sir left me for a moment allowing time for the plaster mold to dry a bit more. I fell asleep for I don't know how long. I can only assume it must have been for a while since the plaster mold had already had its first layers of matt and was solid enough for My Sir to carry up into his main floor workshop.
My Sir told me that it was time to evict me out of the mold since he would have to do some more work and bracing on it before its completion. My Sir removed the inside arm piece and with stun gun by his side, attached the suspension wrist restraints and moved me over the drain. Stretched out again, he proceeded to soap me down and wash off the Vaseline. I was dried with a warm towel and led over to the sawhorse. I was secured on the sawhorse as before. My Sir asked if I needed to urinate one last time. My Sir had temporarily re-connected a catheter bag. Again it was a strange feeling to urinate with a catheter inserted. Upon completion, My Sir used a sterile swab with solution to clean the area around my cock. My Sir then put on sterile gloves and deflated the internal tube and slid the tube out of my urinal track reapplying the sterile solution to my dick.
I heard My Sir state that, "Now that your needs have been taken care of, it is time again to meet mine. You are in such a delightful position screaming to be worked on from behind." I was delighted to be able to meet the needs of My Sir, but was in no shape to provide assistance. I was dog tired. My Sir applied a little lube to my arse and with little fanfare, rammed his cock into me. I felt him pump away until, with cock primed, he shot his load. It was a wam, bam, thank you man quick scene but I still felt the satisfaction of satisfying My Sir and feeling his cum trickle out my ass and down my leg. How much I had changed in whatever time had occurred. With a startling paddle of my ass cheeks, My Sir told me to get some rest so I could recharge my batteries and be a better play toy. I had no difficulty following My Sir's command.
When I finally awoke, I could hear My Sir working upstairs. I just hung around and let my thoughts drift. I no longer had any thoughts of who I am or what I could or could not do. I was in a state of empty bliss and relaxation. All my needs were taken care of and outside my control and I need not make any decisions. What would happen would happen. My Sir had everything under control including me. Whatever My Sir asked me to do, would give me pleasure. In time My Sir came down the stairs and was surprised to see me awake. My Sir released my head and allowed me to caress his nipple. My Sir tenderly kissed me on the neck before moving over to the main table and removed the plywood sheet from off the metal table placing it against one of the basement walls. I felt joy when I first saw My Sir was in the basement but became depressed when My Sir soon left for upstairs. Sometime later My Sir returned from upstairs with a tablecloth, some plates, utensils, and some condiments. After another couple of trips My Sir had the table set for one. I felt privileged that I was going to be able to watch My Sir eat. With the tablecloth and settings on the table, and the electric lights replaced by candles, the setting looked like a fancy restaurant. My Sir had been very specific on the table he had wanted me to purchase. It had to be at least eight feet long and very sturdy. I needed to have bolted it to the basement floor with Hilte screws. One would never have imagined now that this study industrial table was what was under the fancy cloth.
My Sir made one last trip upstairs and came down with a tray of hot food; I could smell the roast beef, potatoes, and gravy. My Sir had also cooked carrots and cauliflower with a cheese sauce. I was salivating since I had not had solid food for I did not know for how long. My Sir came over to me and began to fondle my balls and cock and the inside of my thighs. My ankle restraints were released and a chain was placed and locked between the ankle restrains that would allow me to take little shuffling steps. My Sir then disconnected my wrist restraints and gently helped me to sit up. After some circulation returned to my limbs, My Sir brought me to the table. Using two other chains, my feet were secured to the table, however, other than my feet, I was free to move. I felt my body melt when My Sir put a plate out for me and served me some food. I could not believe the honor My Sir was granting me to eat with him. My Sir told me to wait just a minute and dashed upstairs returning with a bottle of wine, and two glasses. We ate in silence under the flickering of candlelight. Food has never tasted so great and I believe never will. Since I had not eaten solid foods for a while, My Sir reminded me to eat slowly. "Savor the moment," he said. After we finished the main meal My Sir returned with my favorite dessert, sticky toffee pudding. My Sir served the dessert with Port wine. My Sir would never have had to secure my feet as I had no thoughts of ever leaving My Sir's side.
My connection to the table was removed but I still had the short link between my ankles. My Sir allowed me to clear the table and leave things by the base of the stairs. My Sir then directed me to lie on my back on the table. Hanging wrist straps were attached to arms and two ropes were placed from the wrist straps to two pulleys that My Sir had directed me to secure on the wall, many months ago, exactly twelve feet apart. Next the ankle restraints were replaced with the hanging ankle straps. Again two ropes were secured to the ankle straps and stretched to the adjacent wall and secured with two D rings, located twelve feet apart. The placement of these D rings and pulleys that My Sir had told me to do in preparation for his arrival were now making sense. Both my arms and legs were spread out. My Sir readjusted the ropes to ensure tension was even and that I was centered on the table. A wide belt was then placed over my stomach, around my thighs and then connected, secured, and tightened below the table. This strap effectively prevented me from raising my hips. My Sir went around to where my arms were attached to the wall and temporarily loosened the ropes. My Sir then put what is known as a figure of eight on a bit in both ropes relatively near my arms. By running the rope through the pulleys and then back through to the figure of eight, My Sir had the mechanical advantage of a lever to be able to tighten my bounds. Taking both ends in reigns, My Sir pulled back on the rope. I immediately felt my bounds tighten and my body stretch. My Sir continued to apply tension until I was in an extremely uncomfortable spread eagle position, feeling tension in all my joints and sockets. My Sir then secured the arm ropes to the figure of eight bits using a quick release knot. I dared not move for any release of tension for the one limb would height the tension on another.
My Sir now began to caress and fondle every part of my body. I felt the application of heat oil and could feel a warming sensation when applied to my sensitive areas like my nipples and cock. Whenever there was the least bit of air movement or the blowing of My Sir's breath the areas stung with excitement. I wanted to squirm in release but could not move. My cock stood at attention and enticed My Sir to manipulate me to just on the edge of an organism. My Sir took advantage of my ticklish situation and with a feather would touch sensitive areas such as my foreskin, balls, under my armpits, and on the soles of my feet. Any attempt to get away resulted in extreme pain in my joints. The sensation of arousal and pain became all the more confusing. Both seemed to blend together into a great emotional rainbow of feelings and sensations. I wanted My Sir to stop but at the same time I wanted it to go on forever. Playing with my entire body and then returning to my dick and balls transferred any feeling and touch into an erogenous experience. Please let me have an organism my mind screamed but I knew better than to say anything.
I was exhausted with the struggle to avoid these overwhelming sensations and confused with my feelings. Next My Sir tightened the strap across my stomach and inner thighs, firmly securing my hips to the table. When My Sir was certain that no body part was constricted by the tightening of these straps and that tension and pressure was still consistent in my arms, My Sir released my feet from the D rings. My Sir then reattached my feet to the arm pulley system. By pulling on the feet ropes, I began to look like a bent over pretzel, unable to move on the table, still with outstretched arms and legs, but now with my butt lifted slightly off the table and fully exposed to the elements. My Sir re-joined me on the table and laid his naked body over mine. The extra tension from his weight was stressful but the feel of his heat and passion was exhilarating. I wanted him to crawl inside of me and become one with me. My Sir masterfully continued to play with my body. Just as one area was excited, he would move and excite another. My Sir passionately kissed me and fondled every part of my body. I could feel his erect cock wander my body like a lost solider looking for home. I hoped it would find its way home into one of my orifices. The passion was incredible and something I had never experience before with someone of the opposite or now same sex. My Sir knew what I was feeling and what I wanted. It was pure animal behavior and instincts. I could not control myself and groaned when I felt the application of lube on my ass. I attempted to lift my butt to offer my all to My Sir. Please take me. Let me feel you inside. My Sir could clearly read my thoughts and thrust himself into my ass with wild abandonment. My Sir's sudden movement sent a wave of energy through me and I lost all sense of time and reality when he grabbed my balls and cock and began stroking my erection. There were no longer any subtle movements from this point on, just primitive passions. I could hold back not longer and came with an explosion like no other. Wave after wave of expulsion. Like an aftershock, I felt My Sir cum into me and the last pounding rhythmic thrusts before exhaustion. My Sir continued to hold his cock in my ass for as long as he could before his erection subsided. My Sir then released my legs and lay down beside me. I felt his head on my chest, one hand on my nipple, and his other hand gripping my balls. We were both spent.
After some recovery time, My Sir arose and released my hands. My Sir led me to the bathroom and allowed me to wipe myself. My Sir had also provided me with a new tooth brush and razor to freshen up. I felt like a new pup. My Sir announced that he had to exert one more burst of energy to finish my fiberglass body cast and needed to tuck me away while he worked. My Sir was planning to use the mummy bag as he was uncertain about the amount of time he would require. I would get one more chance to experience the bag. My Sir assured me that there would be no electro shocks, just sensory deprivation. I was relaxed enough and in a complete compliant state to do anything without any form of resistance. I knew the procedure well and so moved toward the bed. My Sir mentioned one more thing, since the amount of time was unknown, I would again be required to use an adult night time Depends. I lay on my back and accepted the confinement of my nether world to the diaper. My Sir administered talcum powder just in case, and the smell of the baby powder brought back unconscious memories of a simpler life. I helped My Sir to tuck me in and again felt the tightness of the laces. Finally with the insertion of ear plugs I was dead to all the cares of the world.
I do not know how long I slept, but when I awoke I could feel the stiffness in my muscles. I attempted to rock to gain some movement, but remembered that I was secured to the bed frame. With no movement possible and a feeling of discomfort I attempted to divert the thoughts of my current situation onto memories of other times and events. My mind drifted. It spun in a dream-like state and reality became blurred. I was no longer aware of what was real and what was not. Had I just imagined this weekend? I panicked but quickly realized my need to relax and breath. Suddenly I felt a hand on my chest. It was My Sir telling me he was still here. Although I was slowly going nuts, the assurance that I was not here alone and that My Sir was here to take care of me, helped to preserve my thoughts from going to places of questionable return. With no sense of time or knowledge when this scenario might stop, things appeared to take forever. I needed to be released! How much longer? The build-up of tension eventually was followed by a complete lack of energy, followed by lucid sleep, and then back to a build-up of tension. What a cycle.
Finally I could feel the laces being loosened and released. I squirmed in an attempt to see if the process could be sped up. When My Sir had finally released my head, arms, and torso; I sat up and clung to My Sir, not wanting to let him go. My Sir held me like a little child and rocked me. I felt an indescribable surge of attachment and connectedness to My Sir. I was his forever. I wanted to let him know how much he meant to me. My Sir smiled and gradually released my grasp. I slid to the floor and began caressing his feet. My Sir unstrapped the mummy bag and removed it from the bed. My Sir then removed my diaper and told me to go to the bathroom. I obeyed and after relieving myself returned immediately to his side on the bed.
My Sir attached ankle restraints to my feet and chained the restraints to the bed. My Sir then stretched out naked on the bed and ordered me to arouse and play with him in such a way as to make him the happiest man in the world. I also had permission to give into my most primeval desires. Stirred by the challenge, I worked My Sir over like I am sure no man has been worked over before. There was nothing I did not do to keep My Sir aroused and satisfied. I used my tongue to rim him and I fondled him in every way possible. In the process, as expected, I became unbelievably horny. My Sir had given me permission for anything. I applied lubricated to his ass and waited for My Sir's nod of approval. I entered My Sir and began, with an uncontrollable frenzied of activity, to pump his ass like a fireman's desperate attempt to put out a barn fire. I continued to caress his cock and attack his sensitive areas. I watched as My Sir came and shortly thereafter was unable to prevent myself from cuming in My Sir's ass. Like a sheepish dog who is uncertain if he has just offended his owner and in an act of submissiveness, I licked up My Sir's cum and then collapsed at his side. Hot, sweaty, and completely spent I was overjoyed when My Sir commented "well done my pup". My Sir's statement created a wave of pleasure that was unbelievable. I had to do something in response and I could not contain myself from excitedly feeling and licking My Sir's balls and cock, like a young pup bent on pleasing his master. Please, I thought, let me continue and be able to show you my appreciation. My Sir just motioned and allowed me to crawl into bed with him and hold on to him. We slept so peacefully for what I am sure was a long, long, time.
When we awoke, My Sir undid my feet restraints and told me go to the bathroom, replace my fluids, and then to lie down on the table. He produced a bucket of warm water and a sponge and proceeded to bath me. I lay back in a dream-like state enjoying My Sir feeling my body and cleaning every nook and cranny. When completed, I was told to head over to my toy, the fiberglass cast. I again entered the cast for My Sir and he arranged my balls and testicles through the opening. My Sir then attached the inside arm and chest panel. My Sir returned to my buttock and began to paddle it with a number of hard strikes. If I would have been permitted to speak, I would have thanked My Sir. My Sir placed a rubber gasket, glued on one side, on the bottom flange of the mold before lifting the completed back panel. The two panels were a perfect match and I could feel the back panel squeeze my butt checks apart. My Sir went around the mold with my drill and drilled a number of screw holes through the two flanges. After screwing down the two panels I was now in my own little container, made to measure. There was almost no play and also no areas of constriction. Taking the mattress from the bed, My Sir rolled me over on my side. My Sir then rolled me over again on my back and then back on my hands and knees. The mold with its bracing was extremely strong and could hold me comfortably in any direction. My Sir then leaned me backwards. This resulted in me resting on my knees and toes, looking somewhat like a puppy dog begging for a bone. In this position, my mouth would be at the appropriate height for My Sir's boner. Tilting me forward balanced me on my face and forearms and left my butt up in the air ready for whatever gift might be considered. My Sir fingered my butt and given the size of the double dildo that had been used to make the hole in the mold, I realized just about anything would fit in the now opened pathway to my cherry.
Back on all fours, My Sir ran thick straps around chest area of the fiberglass cast. These wide bands would be kept from sliding together by slits My Sir had made in the flange that joined both halves of the mold. I now realized that My Sir had placed the full body casted, prior to my entry, right under the vertical pulley. With both straps wrapped around the cast My Sir connected the turnbuckles at the ends of the straps to the pulley and began to lift the cast and me. By adjusting the lengths of the straps I could be suspended with either my face up or down or even, if desired, with me on my back or front. The possibilities were almost endless. My Sir moved a barstool by my head and adjusted the straps and pulley until my head was right at his crotch. My Sir's enlarged cock was inserted in my mouth and My Sir proceeded to gently start a back and forth rocking motion. My Sir could control the rhythm and pace of his excitement and I could do nothing but provide him with oral pleasure. My Sir continued this game of go fetch until I had serviced him. I was left suspended for a while until My Sir could reload. Hanging in suspension was anything but tiring and this extreme bondage was exactly what I had ordered.
With my visibility limited by the confines of the fiberglass head mold, I was able to gain the occasional glance at My Sir clean up around the basement. I found myself aroused with anticipation every time he came into view and I saw his naked body. With apparently all things clean, My Sir began removing things out of the basement, particularly his belongings including the mummy bag. I could hear him upstairs cleaning up and putting things away. I even briefly heard him leave the house on a number of occasions. When My Sir finally returned, he had some grapes and pitted cherries in a bowl. My Sir took great pleasure in rocking me and between swings feeding me fruit. There was just something Hedonistic in what was happening.
My Sir then moved to my rear and readjusted the straps and pulley so my rear was high in the air and my head was down. I was aroused and hard as My Sir began playing with my ass and opening me up. My Sir started a gentle rocking motion with the suspended body cast. I could feel My Sir's cock lightly bump against the nerves of my cherry. The pressure gradually increased with the rocking until one of the rocking motions allowed My Sir's dick to be inserted in my ass. The rocking motion continued until My Sir was well inside of me. I had absolutely no control and could feel My Sir deep inside of me. My Sir controlled the rocking motion and I began to feel the thrusts become more violent, like a ship in a storm being driven upon the rocks, until he reached organism. After My Sir's first organism, he paused briefly before continuing and I felt him release another load. As My Sir removed his cock and inserted the same dildo that he had used the first day he arrived. My Sir came around to my head and tapping on the mold comment, "very nice my pet."
My Sir steadied all movement and placed himself over my head. All I could see was his dangling cock. My Sir told me that one good turn deserves another. My Sir moved about the room and after a short time I felt my balls being played with and caressed. My Sir even introduced a little tea bagging of my sack. I responded in kind and became rock hard. My Sir stopped for a moment and the next thing I felt was my cock being sucked up by a machine. My Sir had attached a Venus 2000 unit to me, fulfilling one of my other fantasies of being milked like a cow. My Sir had attached supports on the cast to securely hold the suction device in any position. This unit was not coming off, whether I was hard or soft, without My Sir's assistance. My Sir had set the machine on random, with the top speed not being high enough to allow me to reach organism. It was high enough to keep me stimulated and frustrated but not to cross the threshold of no return. My attempts to assist the machine only resulted in a rocking movement to my body cast. My Sir moved about while I remained in agony. What must have been hours past with the machine never tiring of dispensing its rhythmic torture. It did not need rest or care of my plight. I became more and more frustrated. Finally I heard My Sir tell me, permission to speak. I pleaded with My Sir to let me cum.
My Sir told me that was enough, be silent. My Sir put me out of my misery by increasing the setting of the machine. At last I came and felt release. My Sir lowered me to the floor and I expected to be released. Instead to my horror I felt the machine continue. The machine sucked at my cock even though it had become flaccid. I was eventually able to muster another ejaculation before I began what are called dry organisms. I had gotten what I wanted and more. The machine went on and on, never tiring. My dick was so sore and sensitive but the machine was unemotional. My Sir made no comment concerning my groaning and moaning. My Sir even appeared to ignore my sub-vocalizations for things to stop. Finally, out of desperation, I screamed out our first safe word. My Sir immediately shut the machine off. My Sir released my cock from the relentless machine and came to my front and gave me a passionate kiss. Instead of releasing me from the mold, however, My Sir returned to my hanging cock and applied more lube. Even his soft touch was overly sensitive and had I had the freedom to react I would have pulled away. My Sir again reconnected the machine. I held out for a short time before I screamed out our final safe word.
My Sir immediately stopped. I felt bad that I had let My Sir down. I should have been able to hold out longer. My Sir knew my limits. Without a word My Sir detached the machine and packed it up in its case. My Sir headed upstairs. When My Sir returned he was fully dressed and appeared to have a sad expression on his face. My Sir unscrewed the back portion of the cast followed by the interior arm section. I was now freed but exhausted and spent. My Sir pulled me out of the cast and before I could recover had dragged me by my arms to the basement support pole. My arms were handcuffed behind me and secured to the pole. I felt dejected and a sense of failure. The last words I heard from My Sir say were the reminder of the rule of not speaking without permission. Technically even the safe word would qualify and thus required a punishment. My Sir reached over and discharged the stun gun on my exposed balls.
When I awoke, the basement was in complete darkness; despite the blue stars from the pain of the stun gun, I could see nothing when I opened my eyes. The pain in my balls had been excruciating, and I could still feel them throb. My emotional and mental state at having disappointed My Sir was even greater than the physical pain. I sat in the darkness for a while thinking that my surroundings reflected my mood. After a time of no activity or noise, I wondered where My Sir was and later pondered how I was going to get out of this situation. I felt around the limited area in my domain until I nudged against an ice cold bucket. I realized that this must be the ice bucket containing the key. In an hour or so, I would be able to release myself. I leaned back and reflected on the time spent with My Sir. I had no idea how much of the weekend was left but it had been an incredible journey. Screw the catharsis effect; I wanted, no I needed more. I had been introduced to this incredible drug, I had crossed the line, and I could never return. How could I face My Sir? How could I make it up to My Sir? I need him to be my guide and support on this trip.
A few minutes after these thoughts, I heard a phone ring. I reach around as best as I could in the darkness in the direction of the sound and located my cell phone. I flipped open the unit and heard My Sir's voice. "Hope you had as much fun as I had. You are one terrific pup. Your weekend is up and by the time you obtain the key for release, you will have only a few hours to prepare for work. Your picture SD card and the video tapes are in your room by the computer. I expect your comments within the next couple of weeks. Keep a daily journal of your thoughts, however, as things will change over time. You have permission to speak."
I was speechless but knew I had to let My Sir know I was OK. My first words were, "I am so sorry, I let you down."
My Sir's response was, "You could never let me down. You were never in control." My Sir mentioned that he would call when he checked in for his flight to ensure I was released. He signed off hoping that I; "don't have too hard a day at the orifice (office), my little bitch."
Shortly after the ice melted enough to obtain the key and I was able to release myself from the handcuffs, the phone rang as I was making my way upstairs and I was able to verify I was released. My Sir did not have time for many words as he needed to go through security and I needed to prepare for work.
When I emerged from the basement, I noticed how neat and clean the place looked. Now in my bedroom, on the bed where my journey began, I could see that My Sir had laid out my work clothes for the day as well as having put fresh sheets on the bed. A quick shave and the chance to dream up an explanation as to how I lost my hair, with a caution to all my colleagues to never bet on a game at a redneck party, and I was almost ready to go. I just had time to take a few moments to load the pictures into my computer. They were sensational and just watching the first few shots hardened my cock. As I looked down on the desk I saw a note from My Sir.
Good morning my pup,
Thanks for all your fantasies. I will cherish them forever. We checked off quite a number this weekend from your bucket list and I am sure created a few more.
Still interested in some ruff stuff my little bitch?
I just happen know of another young pup living in your vicinity who shares similar fantasies to yours. Like you, he is interested in forming a pack. Now that we have built a made to measure perfect pup travelling crate and you have passed the first grade, are you ready for a field trip?
Keep in touch.
Your Alpha Sir
Just the thought of the opportunity made my whole body tremble with excitement. I had passed and had come so far in just a weekend. So many more things to ponder and possibilities to experience. Down boy, I have to go to work!
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