By Mister-X / Spartan
The next day I informed my boss and my co-worker that it was on for them to come to my home that evening after work to meet my house mate and ask him where he got my clothes. During the day, my co-worker seemed interested in how I enjoyed wearing such tight clothes and whether it got me sexually excited.
He finally asked me if I was gay. When I told him I was, he said he thought so, and that he was too. Then he asked me if my house mate was my dom, and I told him that he was. He told me that my boss was his dom! That gave me some pause, and started me thinking.
Later in the day my boss came by and told me that my co-worker had told him what we’d discussed. He said he was looking forward to meeting my house mate so that they could exchange ideas about how to treat their subs. I just shook my head back and forth and told him that my house mate was probably far too severe for their liking. My co-worker just smiled and said that he liked things to be very severe, which was why he wanted to find out where I got my confining clothes.
They then both said that I must be into bondage. I told them that I was kept constantly in bondage when I was at home. They were surprised to hear this, and both said that they wanted to see all that I was put through. It felt good that it was out in the open about that part of my life to my boss and co-worker, who would obviously keep it quiet from the rest of the people at work, but I was a little concerned that they would want to come by regularly and involve themselves with my probation.
When we arrived at my home that evening, the gear was not set up in the garage as usual. After I had introduced my boss and co-worker to Smiley, I told him that the two were now aware that I was kept in bondage all the time that I was at home, and that they wanted to see what I was kept in. Smiley just said “good”, and went to get the gear that I was normally kept in. So my boss and co-worker got to see me in the rubber cat suit with attached hood, plug gag, collar, and cuffs. They even got to see the tit clamps and chastity after I’d removed my work clothes. My co-worker told my boss that he wanted to be kept the same way at home, with tit clamps and chastity also on when he was at work. My boss just looked at him and got a big smile. He turned to me and said, “Thank you”.
We had dinner that evening which Smiley fixed. My boss and Smiley ate at the table, while my co-worker and I ate off plates on the floor with our hands cuffed behind us. After we finished, we both had our faces cleaned off and had plug gags strapped on. Then Smiley started showing the other two the various gear and devices I had, some of which I’d already experienced there at my home and some of which I hadn’t yet. With each one Smiley would put me in it.
The first hit was when he strung me up by the noose and pulled me up onto my tiptoes. My co-worker immediately wanted to try that. My boss was reluctant, not having had any experience in it. So Smiley pulled the rope up and lifted me into the air until I passed out. When I came to, both my boss and co-worker were very impressed. I tried speaking then, and Smiley removed my gag so that I could. I told them that it takes much exercise to build up a person’s neck muscles so that they can take the weight, that it isn’t just being able to handle the air being cut off, and that I suggested that it would have to be something that my co-worker would have to build himself into before he could try it. My co-worker was disappointed to hear this, but understood.
Then we moved on to other devices and restraints. Smiley strapped my gag back on, and we moved to my little cage. Smiley strapped the pole back on me, put me into the chained hog-tie, and pushed me into the cage, telling them that this is how I am kept every night. Both my boss and co-worker couldn’t believe that I was kept that way every night, and my co-worker told my boss that he wanted to be kept this way every night as well. My boss said that if this was what he wanted, he would try to accommodate him, but it would mean no backing out, but would be permanent. My co-worker immediately agreed to this. I was thinking that he doesn’t realize what he’s getting himself into.
I was left in the cage while Smiley showed the others around, demonstrating other devices. He showed them the one that I particularly didn’t like, the extra tight 4 inch high metal collar with my hands brought up behind me in a reverse prayer position and padlocked to the collar. My co-worker wanted to try that out. Smiley expected that, and told him that if this is what he wanted to try, he would oblige if my boss agreed. My boss was willing, so Smiley put rope loops around my co-worker’s wrists and started the process of bringing them up behind his back and into the reverse prayer position. He finished doing this and screwed the chatlet cuffs on, then brought out the metal collar to put around my co-worker’s neck.
When my co-worker saw the collar he let out a gasp, but was ready to try it on. Smiley had to work it a bit, but not as much as he had to do with me, as my co-worker’s neck is smaller than mine. My co-worker had to lift his head and chin up as high as he could so the collar could be put on. He started having some breathing problems, as I did, and he didn’t even have the plug gag strapped on. Finally Smiley padlocked the two together and stepped back. He then realized that there was one piece missing, and got a plug gag which he strapped on tightly.
My co-worker started having the same problems that I have when in that contraption. His arms started wanting to drop down, and if they do it starts the strangling. Smiley was explaining this to my boss, saying that the person that has this on has to find some place to push his elbows back up to relieve the stress on the neck. My co-worker went over to an arm chair and rested his elbows on the back of the chair to push them up. Smiley said that he was planning to have this on me this coming weekend, if they wanted to stop by to see how extremely difficult it is for long term use. They immediately accepted the invitation. My heart sank as I thought about this, both from having that device back on again and from having the two people from work see me struggle in it.
Smiley removed it from my co-worker. But he left the gag strapped on and the cuffs on my co-worker. We all noticed that there was a noticeable bulge in the front of my co-worker’s pants with a growing wet spot. Smiley got a big smile when he saw that. Smiley took them to other parts of the house to show them more, but they were out of my range of hearing, so I couldn’t hear what else he was showing them. After a while they returned, and my boss said that he thought that store would still be open, so they should get there to get started with the clothes that my co-worker so badly wanted. With that, Smiley removed the cuffs and gag from my co-worker, and they left.
Smiley came over to me and said, “Nice people. Looks like they will be spending a lot of time visiting here.” Then he turned off the lights and left the room. I’d noticed that he was using my computer a lot to surf the internet, so I figured that this is what he was doing now. The house was hot again, and in my rubber cat suit, restrained as I was, it was difficult to sleep. But at least the first of my concerns had passed reasonably well, and I finally dropped off to sleep.
The next day my co-worker arrived dressed similarly to me. He was proud as a peacock. When we were alone he also showed me his chastity and tit clamps. He said that the tit clamps hurt like hell, but he would eventually get used to them. He also said that the chastity was going to take some getting used to. I asked him if his had internal spikes like mine did, and he was immediately taken aback. His obviously did not, and he was thinking about whether he wanted to wear one that did. Before he could decide to do so I told him to get used to wearing the one he had on before moving further into having a spiked chastity. He finally agreed, since it was getting difficult for him to get used to wearing the one he had on.
Work went along reasonably well. My co-worker was bright enough to be absorbing all that I was telling him about what was needed for him to do my job. And the fact that we had another interest as well helped our relationship. It also helped that our boss was aware of this extra relationship. But I was still somewhat apprehensive about this coming weekend’s bondage.
Finally Saturday arrived. After eating breakfast off the plate in front of my cage and having the plug gag strapped back on, Smiley told me it was time to work off one of the demerits. He forced the heavy metal collar into my neck before locking it closed, and started bringing my hands up behind my back to put them in the reverse prayer position. After a while, I was back in my most feared bondage position. I had the padlock off my ankle cuffs, so was able to walk around. I had to periodically find something to rest my elbows on to keep from strangling. Smiley, meanwhile, after watching me for a while, went off to take care of cleaning up the dishes from breakfast and taking care of other matters.
This went on for a couple of hours, me being miserably uncomfortable, when the doorbell rang. Smiley told me to get the door, which I was able to open with my hands by bending down with my back to it. It was my boss and co-worker coming over to see me in my discomfort. My co-worker had on a rubber cat suit like mine with attached hood, metal collar tightly around his neck with a ring in the back, hands behind his back in Darby cuffs, ankles in cuffs with a foot long chain between, and a chain pulled taut connecting the Darby cuffs with the collar, pulling his head back into an always upright position. He had a plug gag strapped on. After they got into the house, my boss padlocked my co-worker’s ankle cuffs together as mine are normally kept when in one spot.
I was walking around, trying to find some position to rest my elbows on to relieve the strain on my neck. The three of them all watched me for a few minutes. Then Smiley brought out a blindfold which he put on me, saying that by now I had to be familiar with where all the objects were in the house for me to find to relieve my stress. I wasn’t expecting this, and panicked a bit at first. But I decided to suppress the panic and think about where places were, and started finding them to relieve the stress. Periodically Smiley would lead me away from one of them to the middle of the room, or to another room, and have me try to find something. It turned into a bit of a game, only with my ability to breathe at stake.
The others were starting to get into the spirit of the game. My boss started taking a turn taking me to another part of the house for me to try to find my way to find something to place my elbows on to relieve the stress. A couple of times I accidentally bumped into my co-worker, since they also moved him around without my knowing it. Once I knocked him over and tripped over him. They helped both of us up and I had to continue my search blindfolded.
After an hour or so of this, Smiley brought out the bag that they had used toward the end of my stay at the prison. He explained that with the draw-string pulled closed it would cut off my air, and that in a minute I would faint. He also said that this was a normal part of our play, that I’d had this done many times. With that said, he put it over my head and pulled the draw string closed as he again pulled me out to another part of the house. I started panicking again. Now I not only had to find a place to rest my elbows on to relieve the stress on my neck, but I had to find some way to release the draw-string on the bag as well.
The first time I actually managed to not only find a place to rest my elbows to avoid strangling myself, but was able to loosen the draw-string to get some air. So Smiley retied the draw-string to make it more difficult to loosen and took me to another part of the house, one I hadn’t been in since I returned from Guatemala. This time I couldn’t find anything to either relieve the stress on my elbows or release the draw-string, and I fainted.
When I came to, the bag was still over my head with the draw-string loosened and my elbows supported. Smiley let me get my wind back and rest a bit before getting me back on my feet, pulling the draw-string tight again, and setting me off on my blind search. I had no idea what part of the house I was in. I again could not find a place to support my elbows or to loosen the draw-string, and fainted. After I regained consciousness, Smiley said that it was time to give me a little rest. He removed the bag and put me restrained as I was in the little cage. He attached chains to my elbows to pull them up to lock them to the cage. He also locked chains around my knees and stomach to the cage, as well as my ankles. I could hardly move a muscle. I was still blindfolded.
My boss apparently removed the padlock from my co-worker’s ankles and also removed the gag from him. He told my boss that he’d also like to be chained in their cage, now that they have one that he spends every night in, and he’d also like to experiment with one of those bags over his head with the draw-string as I’d had done. My boss just said that that kind of play was very dangerous, but if he wanted to try it, he would do his best.
Then my boss told Smiley that he was amazed at the contraption that I had on, and that I was still able to keep up after all this time. He asked Smiley how long he planned to have me in it, and Smiley replied that I was going to be in this the whole weekend. That was certainly news to me, and I let out a gasp. Both of them heard it, and Smiley came over to me and told me that I’d just earned another demerit for that outburst. He told my boss and co-worker that I was not allowed to make any unsolicited sounds, and when I did, it was a demerit. The demerits were worked off with being placed in extremely stressful bondage, which I was in this weekend to work off a previous demerit. On hearing this my boss and co-worker looked at each other, and my boss said, “I think I’ll implement a similar system.”
They left shortly after that. I was still trying to adjust to hearing that I was going to be kept in this awful stressful bondage for the rest of the weekend, and that I’d just earned another demerit. Smiley came over to the cage and said that it was time to get me out again. He removed all the chains and got me out of the cage to resume my walking around again. But this time Smiley brought out his paddle and cane and started periodically beating me whenever I would stop to put pressure to keep my elbows up to relieve the stress on my neck. He would stop when I would start walking around again. Finally, we both noticed that I was able to keep my elbows up without need of any support.
At this point, Smiley took me over to the hook, attached a chain to it and to the hook at the back of my collar, and pulled me up to tiptoes. He left the room, turning off the lights, going to what used to be my bedroom. I figured I was going to be kept like this for the night, which I was. The chain from the hook in the ceiling put enough pressure on my arms to keep them from dropping down, so I was able to get some sleep. The next morning, Smiley removed my gag to feed me after admonishing me not to speak. He also emptied my penis and gave me that to drink. Then he re-strapped the gag and released me from the chain hanging down from the hook. So I was back to having to find a place to support my elbows again, since my muscles weren’t strong enough after the night’s rest to do that on their own.
After a few hours, I was able to keep them up on my own. Soon I was starting to enjoy this bondage position. I was left to roam around my house, and I started exploring. It was the first time I’d been able to do so since returning from Guatemala. Smiley was taken by surprise at first by my ability to maneuver in this stressful position, but he saw the pleased look on my face and realized that I had conquered my most difficult bondage position. So he was pleased as well at my progress. That evening Smiley got his rocks off in my butt. I’d been wondering when that would start happening. It was the first of what was to become a regular process. After servicing the big guy at the prison, I didn’t mind.
Smiley learned that what seemed to get me most aroused was when my breath was cut off. He told me that he would remove my chastity for me to get my rocks off by putting that bag over my head and pulling the draw strings, waiting for me to cum. If I passed out before cumming, he would loosen the draw strings until I regained consciousness, and repeat the process. This would continue until I came. He set the frequency at three times a week, just after he would enter me. I would have preferred to get my rocks off more often, but this was a lot better than being constantly kept in chastity.
When I returned to work the next day, both my boss and co-worker wanted to know the details of what else I’d been through and how it turned out, whether I was indeed kept in that the whole weekend. When I told them that I had been, they just marveled at my ability to endure.
Work progressed. My co-worker had some mood swings as he was having trouble adjusting to being kept every night in that cage and having to wear tit clamps and chastity underneath his rubber cat suit at home and under confining clothes at work. It wasn’t quite the fun time he’d expected after a few months. The two became regular weekend visitors to our home, and sometimes after work as well.
Smiley and my boss became good friends, exchanging ideas. My boss at Smiley’s urging decided to keep both me and my co-worker in bondage during the lunch hour at work. So in addition to being always kept in bondage at home, I now was at lunch time at work. At least I didn’t have to drink piss at work. The only time my hands were now free was when I was working.
Periodically I would find out what devices my boss would try out on my co-worker from little comments he would make. One day it was “I hate that bag”. Another day it was “How long can your shoulders stand having chatlet cuffs on behind your back with your hands palm-to-palm?” He was learning that it isn’t just a bed of roses when you are constantly put in severe bondage.
My life consisted of my bondage at home, my work, Smiley, my boss and co-worker. There was nothing and no-one else in my life. I was no longer able to socialize, being kept in bondage during the lunch hour, and having to go straight home after work. Being on my own to go to work, I could have just left and disappeared, leaving all this punishment behind, though running the risk of having to return to that prison for much more. But I’d become that acquiescent person the prison had tried to make me into, wanting to be kept in bondage, so I just fell into the routine and kept going.
Surprisingly, after several months of this, I was starting to like it and started looking forward to getting home from work. The severe treatment was a lot easier to take in my own home than at that prison. In a way, I was now living in my bondage fantasy world. I was starting to crave the severe punishment just as Hans had predicted. And Smiley would periodically come up with some new type of torture for me.
One Friday night starting the next three-day holiday weekend, Smiley told me that it was time to work off another demerit. He said that he’d gotten an idea from reading a story on the internet entitled “In Custody” on the heavybondage’s blog* site. He decided to replicate the bondage position that prisoner was put in with some additions to the gear I already would have on. He said my boss and co-worker would be by that evening to help restrain me, and that my co-worker would probably want to be similarly restrained. He said that I would be kept this way all weekend while he and my boss enjoyed themselves at a local affair for doms.
I, of course, had no say, and was interested to see what position I would be put into. I knew it would be strenuous, as working off every demerit was. But before my boss and co-worker arrived, Smiley gave me an enema and put a catheter on me. Smiley had been purchasing a lot of equipment, and I guessed that the ones I’d be put into that I hadn’t already owned would have been purchased by him.
Soon my boss and co-worker arrived with the cage that my co-worker is kept in at night. He had been told that he would be in his cage next to me in mine. Then Smiley started putting me into the position described in the story. I was positioned in front of the opened cage. I already had the penis gag strapped tightly over my mouth, the metal collar tightly around my neck, Chatlet cuffs on my wrists with the attached ring, arms extending straight down behind my back, and the hood of the rubber cat suit tightly around my head. Smiley first put a leather strap around my arms above my elbows and pulled it tight so that my elbows were almost touching. He padlocked the cuffs on my ankles and pulled them up to my wrists, padlocking them to the ring at the wrist cuffs. My boss had to help him push me to get my body close enough for the padlock to be put on. I was in a severe hog tie.
Then he brought out a leather arm binder sleeve which he wrapped around my arms above the wrist cuffs and started pulling the strings tight to wrap my arms in. This went up the length of my arms, and the final part was to wrap the strings around both shoulders and tie them under my arm pits. There was an extra leather cover over the strings which was zipped up and padlocked, so that the strings were completely covered. My arms weren’t coming apart.
Next Smiley wrapped some leather around my bent legs which had attached D-rings, and connected ankles to thighs. My legs weren’t moving either. He put a head harness over my head, pulling all the straps tight. Then he put a leather sensory deprivation hood over my rubber hood, head harness and plug gag, pulling the straps tight to cut off hearing, sight, and further restrict speech. I had two different straps around my neck over part of the metal collar. The next part was to attach a chain to the back of an uncovered part of my metal collar and pull it tight to padlock it to the ring attached to my wrist cuffs. My head was pulled painfully back. My collar dug into my neck, and my breathing was becoming difficult.
Finally Smiley, with the help of my boss, moved me into the cage. Smiley then chained my knees to the back of the cage and my collar ring to the front. I couldn’t move anything. He closed and locked the cage. He said that I was to stay like this until Tuesday morning, with no food and drink and no emptying. I wasn’t looking forward to this. Smiley said it wasn’t an exact replication of the story, particularly since the prisoner was to be kept like that for 60 days, but close enough.
My co-worker kept saying, “Oh my gawd, oh my gawd, oh my gawd” as Smiley kept adding more and more restraints. He finally said, “That is the most extreme bondage I’ve ever seen. Can I be kept like that as well this weekend?”
My boss said, “You heard what was said. If you are put into this, you will be kept like that until Tuesday morning. You will get no food, no drink, and will not be emptied out. Do you still want to do that?”
Smiley popped up “I administered an enema before you got here, and put a catheter in as well. If he wants to be kept like this, the same will have to be done.”
My co-worker said, “I’m willing to go through all that. I just want to experience this.”
My boss said, “Very well. Just remember that this was your decision.”
So my co-worker was given the enema, the catheter, and was put in this extreme bondage position as well, being put into his cage alongside mine. I was curious to see how he would be able to take this.
When Tuesday morning came, Smiley let us both out. I was tired from the ordeal, but just went through the normal routine of getting ready to go to work. I’d been through worse at that prison. But my co-worker was too exhausted to do so. He needed some time to recuperate. Our boss had left my co-worker’s clothes at my home for him to get dressed to go to work, but I left him at my home and drove to work without him. He didn’t come to work that day. I was just happy to have worked off another demerit without acquiring another one.
My bondage life continued, being on “probation” from the Guatemalan prison. The prison authorities had me come up with a testimonial for their Bondage Fantasy World site to entice others to opt for the maximum prisoner package. It wasn’t something I would voluntarily do, but I was afraid of what would happen to me if I didn’t. They took a few pictures of me to add. At least the pictures were of me in severe positions, so they would give someone an accurate idea of what to expect.
Smiley, of course, was very pleased with the luxury that he was experiencing at my home, all at my expense. He started making good use of my computer. He’d gotten those extra restraints he’d planned on, ones which I would experience on weekends, as well as more gear, all at my expense, of course. But he was turning into someone that I was enjoying putting me into bondage. I was wondering whether I should offer to keep him here as my permanent dom after the year is up. I think that is what he is hoping for, being easier on me here than in the prison.
Keeping him as my permanent dom was not an easy decision for me to make. If I don’t, he could make it very difficult for me. And if I do, and I sign a contract to that effect, he could also make it very difficult for me, reverting back to the extreme sadist he was at the prison. I still hadn’t worked off that last demerit yet. I still had that hanging over my head, so to speak, even after six months, as well as a two-week return trip to the prison, assuming I don’t screw up and make it a longer stay. Periodically, after spending some time reading a story on the internet, I would catch Smiley looking at me with that big sadistic smile he has, and wondered what torture he’s thinking of putting me through and when it would occur.
So I decided to imagine my life without being kept in bondage at home. I didn’t think I could live that way again like I used to. It was now normal for me to be in bondage. Plus I now looked forward to being in severe bondage. I guess I’d become what that prison wanted to make me become. That realization made my decision obvious. The only question was when I would ask Smiley to move in permanently as my dom.
Then I got hit with one at work. My boss and co-worker asked me where I’d met Smiley, and how I’d come to get into such intense bondage. So I told them about the Bondage Fantasy World web-site, and that I’d opted for the maximum prisoner package for my month’s vacation. I also was required to return there for another two-week stint every year for the next ten. That got both of them to thinking.
The next day my boss in front of my co-worker asked whether I would recommend it as something that my co-worker should do, since they had looked at the site and had seen my testimonial. I didn’t know what to respond. I told them that it was far worse than they could possibly imagine, but that I’d gotten the severe bondage I’d craved, and now want more, but that not everyone would even make it through alive, since they treat you as a hard-core prisoner concentrating on giving you what you hate most. I said that Smiley was one of the guards there, and was sent to be with me for the next year as part of their required probation, and that even he didn’t know that I’d gone there voluntarily. I said that what Smiley was doing to me at home was only a sample of what I’d been put through. I told them I would have to think about my recommendation.
I couldn’t sleep that night, wondering what my recommendation should be. Should I send my co-worker there to go through that torture as I had done, or shouldn’t I? I could see a lot of myself in him, but that was such a harrowing experience, one that completely changed my life, and will mark me. Finally I decided to tell my co-worker that I thought he was almost ready mentally, but had a lot of work to do before being ready physically. I decided to recommend that he take some time to build himself up more so he could deal with that harrowing experience. Then, when he thought he was ready, it would be a good test for my co-worker to go through all the tests that Dr. Gustov had given me, to find out what he hates most, and have Smiley arrange for two weeks worth of focused punishment at my house based on the test results. After that he could decide whether he wants to go through that Bondage Fantasy World maximum prisoner package.
Would you want to go through that, after having read this story?
THE END
Metal would like to thank Mister-X / Spartan for this amazing story! And thanks to the many Metalbond readers who left comments in the various chapters.
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