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Chained up, gagged and hooded for your pleasure…
“When combined with other physical restraints, the wearing of a gag can increase the wearer’s sense of helplessness and anxiety level by rendering them unable to speak…which some people enjoy.”
Rubber hood, gas mask and a big ballgag? How long would you last?
"When combined with other physical restraints, the wearing of a gag can increase the wearer's sense of helplessness and anxiety level by rendering them unable to speak…which some people enjoy." Rubber hood, gas mask and a big ballgag? How long would you last? pic.twitter.com/Y21ALWmKsu
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Is there such a thing as sensory overload?
Remove communication, sight and hearing. Replace with skintight rubber full coverage with heavy chain bondage, gas mask breath control, metal chastity and electro torture.
Is there such a thing as sensory overload? Remove communication, sight and hearing. Replace with skintight rubber full coverage with heavy chain bondage, gas mask breath control, metal chastity and electro torture. Too many uncontrolled sensations? How long would you last? pic.twitter.com/UVX1PwQ12b
How many points on the male anatomy can be locked into a spreadeagle?
There are many part of the male human anatomy which can be used as restraint points when the victim is to be placed in a spreadeagle position e.g. wrists, ankles, thighs, neck…and there's one more… pic.twitter.com/BmOS4a7uiT
The Prisoner has no cause to celebrate Halloween. He’s still trapped in The Captor’s lair. October has become Locktober and a mummification is about to take place.
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In the lair of bondage master ‘The Captor’, the rubber clad ‘Prisoner’ finds himself restrained in more ways than one…
In the lair of bondage master ‘The Captor’, the rubber clad ‘Prisoner’ finds himself restrained in more ways than one…
‘The Prisoner’ finds himself rubbered up, chained up, hung up and locked down…in more ways than one…coming soon…
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At school during January things went well, and I concentrated on my classes. I did meet a couple of new girls who I had seen around, but really didn’t know that well. One of them is really good looking, and I get hot whenever I see her, which is uncomfortable with that damned chastity thing locked on me.
We’ve talked, and secretly I took her out one evening.
We had a couple more dates after that.
I was really happy when my grades came out at the end of the semester. Mostly “A’s” and one “B.” My parents were happy too, and my step-mother said that they would keep their bargain and let me stay with the Petersons while my aunt and Derek were gone. I had almost forgotten about staying with the Petersons.
I wondered how it would go when I told Julie I didn’t want to be tied up so much and maybe not be a slave.
During January, my aunt only tied me up once and that for just two hours. One other time my aunt said she wanted to see me in the leather cocoon that the Petersons had given me. I agreed, and on a Saturday afternoon she had me strip, put on my gag, and she laced me into the tight leather glove that so tightly binds me. She kept me in it for about an hour which was more than enough for me. I told her that I really didn’t like it as it at all and wanted to get rid of the horrid thing.
Reluctantly I got ready to move for a couple of months. My aunt helped me pack including all of my tie-up equipment and she checked to see that the chastity device was locked in place.
I took my aunt and uncle to the airport, and then drove over to the Petersons.
I am really nervous about telling Julie how I feel about things. But I know she’ll understand.
Hi, This is Julie writing. Sam can’t write in his diary now. He can’t talk either. He can’t do much of anything. And he’s going to stay that way for a while!!
Sam has been spending some time in his bondage cocoon that we bought for him.
He’s in our living room suspended from a hook in the ceiling. He’s learning for real what it means to be a bondage slave – not just easy stuff and playing like we did at the retreat. It almost seemed like he didn’t want me to put him into the cocoon, but I convinced him that if he tried it again for a little while he would grow to love it.
Now that I have him securely bound I’m going to teach him not to date someone else when he thinks I’m not looking. I’m really angry about that. Mom and I aren’t playing around any more like we did at the retreat in Mexico. Sam is now getting his full slave training and that takes a while. Mom is teaching me what to do. When Sam is finally released from the cocoon, he’ll be very busy waiting on me or doing his homework and around here we’ll always keep him restrained in some way. I suppose I have to let him go from the cocoon fairly soon as he’s already been in it for a long time. He moans and whimpers often, but we ignore that. Mom says Dad did the same thing when she trained him.
When Dad finished his chores this morning, he walked into the living room and looked at Sam. “Poor kid,” he said. “I think he’s in over his head and I’m afraid he won’t be able to talk his way out of it.”
“Shut up Rick,” said my mother who came in and grabbed the chain that was attached to Dad’s slave collar.
“You’re about to be in the same boat.” Then Mom led Dad off to our dungeon in the basement. Sam hasn’t seen the dungeon yet, but he’s going to be there a whole lot during the next months.
Sam squirmed and made a lot of sounds when he heard Dad’s voice. I think he really wants us to let him go. Of course, the gag meant I didn’t understand him. I wasn’t going to free him anyway. He can just hang there and think about what will happen if I catch him with another girl ever again.
Like it or not Sam will be tied up in our dungeon most of the time over the next two months. We’ve told the people at college that he’s ill and we have put him on “on leave” status. So now we can keep him here all the time…so there won’t be any more diary stories from Sam. Not for a very long time.
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I had William in chastity for a week prior to our weekend getaway. I had William reserve us a room in a nice hotel in the city. We took advantage of early check-in, Friday night, and shared a couple of glasses of wine.
William was well into his obsequious mindset by that time. That week, he was so sweet, working so hard to cater to my every need, hoping to build some points toward being given some special favors on our weekend getaway.
William had given me a pedicure that week, which always gets him very aroused, to be allowed to play with my feet. On arrival at the hotel, he was already hinting about when I might allow him out of his chastity device. He knows better than to ask. We kissed and snuggled in bed for a while, and I tugged on William’s chastity cage to tease him. I wore a sexy nightgown I had brought, and let William kiss and worship my body under the nightgown.
His week in chastity, the glass of wine, and being allowed to kiss me under my nightgown, got for William so worked up. He was so aroused and he furiously kissed every part of my body with hundreds of kisses. He got so aroused, he was straining in his chastity cage and dribbling a little, with little ruined orgasms.
After making out for a while, and teasing William, we got ready to go out for dinner. I put on white dress and fix my hair and makeup. William put on the shirt and tie, and sport coat I had instructed him to wear. I was still getting ready, so I sent William down to see if there would be a wait at the restaurant. William knows not to choose a table or be seated, until I arrive, unless it looks like the restaurant is crowded and there will be a wait. It was a quiet night that night and the hostess told William that they would have no trouble seating us, once I arrived.
The hostess waitress offered to seat William, and direct me to the table when I arrived. William likes to identify himself as a submissive husband to female servers. He told them that he is in a female dominant marriage, and is not allowed to be seated until his wife arrives. She invited him to sit nearby at the bar to order a drink, while he waits. He told her that, as part of the female dominant marriage, he is not allowed to drink unless he gets his wife’s permission.
So many young women today really seem intrigued and impressed by a dominant wife, who’s in charge in a relationship. When I arrived at the restaurant, William was waiting obediently by the hostess station to greet me. The waitress got two menus and ask me if I had a seating preference. I asked if we could sit by the window that looked out on the street. William with such a gentleman. He slid out my chair for me and seated me.
I chose a bottle of wine, and our waitress brought us water. The waitress seemed to honor my status as a dominant wife. When she brought the wine oh, she poured a small amount in my glass, for me to taste. She did not pour any for William. She waited for me to taste the wine and give my approval. When I approved the wine, she filled my glass and then asked if she should pour some for William as well. I noticed that the waitress poured a full pour in my glass, but poured noticeably less in William’s glass. I appreciated the little ways in which she was honoring my authority as the dominant wife.
I spoke briefly with our server. I found out that she’s a graduate student at the local University, studying journalism. She seemed very intelligent and very confident. She seemed to respect me as a dominant woman. She addressed all questions to me, she kept my water glass and wine glass filled, and asked my permission first, before pouring more wine for William. As we finished our dinner, she specifically asked me if I was pleased with the dinner, and if there was anything else she could do for us. In every way, she demonstrated great honor and respect toward me. She seemed quite pleased to be serving a wife who is dominant in a relationship. It felt like there was a great deal of mutual respect and camaraderie between the young woman and me. I really appreciated her.
When she brought the check, she placed it between us, but slightly closer to me, acknowledging my position of authority. I tallied the check and figured a 28% tip, then slid it to William, for him to pay. A
As we walked out, the hostess and waitress were at the hostess station as we passed by. They both bowed their head to me slightly, and thanked me for coming. They said nothing to William. William enjoys these kind of interactions, where he feels put in his place as a submissive husband. W
We went back up to our room and William sat on the bed looking expectant and hopeful. I know he was hoping that I might let him out of his chastity device. I told him that I would like a massage with my moisturizer lotion. I know he was hoping I would let him out of his chastity device, but I know he also loves to put lotion on my body, which gives him an opportunity for some kissing and worship of my body.
William gave me a very wonderful long massage. He does such a good job when he’s horny and locked in chastity. He put so much effort into it, hoping that he would earn points toward being allowed out of his device. W
We watched a romantic movie together and snuggled. After the movie, I have allowed William to pleasure me orally. He does that with great enthusiasm when he’s locked in chastity. He does every act of service with great enthusiasm, when he’s locked in chastity. All of this had William so aroused, and his erection was straining in his device. I drifted off to sleep and slept so soundly.
In the morning, I told William that I wanted another massage to help me wake up. I love these times, when he’s been in chastity for more than a week. I love taking advantage of how enthusiastically he goes to the task of pampering me and catering to my every desire.
I told William that he had so good pampering me that he deserved a special treat. I could see the excitement in his face, thinking that I was going to unlock him from this chastity device. But I told him that I would allow him to have a session of worshiping my feet. That really seemed to have his heart racing. I can’t imagine what it would be like if I were married to a man who didn’t have William’s foot fetish. It is so delightful, the way he loves to massage, kiss, and worship my feet. He kissed and massaged my feet with such excitement, like it was the most exciting thing he had ever done. I could see the big erection he had straining in his chastity cage.
Then I told William, if he pleasured me with his tongue and gave me a nice orgasm, that I would unlock him from his chastity device so that he could play. He went at pleasuring me with the greatest of enthusiasm. It was so wonderful. After I savored my pleasure for a bit, I went to my makeup case to get the key to his chastity device. William was sitting in the bed tugging at his device, with an expression on his face like a little boy, anxious to open his Christmas present.
As I sat there on the bed, holding the key, letting his anticipation build, I delivered a list of chores I expected of him that afternoon, when we returned home. I have found that the moment, when I have him there, locked in chastity, looking at the key, anticipating the moment I release him from his device, is a time of great power. He will agree to just about anything at that moment.
As I fumbled with the lock to William’s device, his heart was racing. I unlocked him and then told him what his release would be. I told him that he could worship my feet again, put lotion on them, and then masturbate between them. He was so excited I had to remind him to slow down. He came pretty quickly, and came quite a lot. He was so excited, his body trembled for a little while after he came.
He cleaned my feet, and then we snuggled for a while. He was still trembling a little while I held him. Then I announced that it was time for us to check out. William’s face dropped a little bit, when I directed him to lie back in the bed, so I could place him back in his chastity device. He got that sad puppy dog face when he heard the lock click shut and I put the key away. I enjoyed the weekend so much, that I decided I needed to start his next week of chastity, to get his obsequious demeanor back as soon as possible.
He packed up our bags and carried them down to the lobby, and went to get the car from the parking garage. He did the chores he had agreed to, but his demeanor just was not as enthusiastic as they had been just a few hours before. It will be a few days before I get my very obsequious, doting, attentive husband back.
I have had William out of chastity for a while. We have had a lot of snow lately and he has been shoveling the driveway and sidewalks and deck and his device can become uncomfortable when he’s all bundled up in layers of clothes and doing lots of physical activity.
We have also been staying closer to home, doing lots of date nights, dinner wine and movies at home, out of concern to reduce exposure to the Covid-19 virus and it’s variants. We are vaccinated and boosted with vaccines, but we still remain cautious, just to increase our protection. But, since we are vaccinated and boosted, we decided to do a Valentine’s weekend getaway to a nice hotel, and dinner out. The places we go are not likely to be crowded so we can still limit contact.
But, to get William into the right frame of mind, I locked him back in his chastity device today. I notified him yesterday, that he would be going back in chastity today, and told him he could masturbate as many times as he likes yesterday and last night. I think he got several in, out of urgency in knowing about the upcoming locked status.
Then I took a shower, and came out to find him in the bedroom trying to hurriedly get one last masturbation session in. I interrupted that and ordered him into his device. Poor baby, he was almost ready to come when I interrupted. This will start off his week of chastity with a little increased horny energy, at having been interrupted just shy of coming. It took him 5 minutes, running cold water on his penis, to get it to come down, before he could get his chastity tube on.
I saw that adorable look of resignation fall across his face, when I clicked the lock in place and extracted the key. He thanked me and gave me a kiss, and I told him he was my good boy. I would have preferred to have him locked in his device a week earlier, but he did a lot of snow shoveling yesterday so I thought it best to wait until today, the Sunday before Valentine’s Day weekend. He’ll have all this week at work to think about our romantic weekend, and build up some sexual desire.
I’m a let him out Saturday, after we check into the hotel, so we can play around before dinner. Or, I may decide to be selfish, as I often do on our romanti
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