Lovely Weekend of Hell

As I sit at work, monitoring the incoming customers looking to indulge their fantasies one lap dance at a time, I am constantly reminded of my current status to my Mistress.  She has me wearing a cock and ball contraption that keeps my cock aroused but without allowing it to gain any girth or length because my cock is completely encased in a clear plastic prison. 

It all started earlier in the day, as I was showering to get ready for work, when my Mistress texted me.  She was short but very direct in my preparations for the weekend activities.

First she informed me that for the remainder of the weekend my ass was hers, and from past experience she wasn’t kidding around, she would use me in any way she wanted.  The sad part was I was deeply hoping she would use and abuse me, leaving me limited freedom and movement, while constantly keeping me in a state of arousal.

She insisted that I shave my entire pubic, chest, and facial hair, shower and await further instructions prior to getting dressed.  So I sit there for what feels like an eternity waiting on further instructions when my phone plays “you’ve got mail” I can barely hear it over the pounding of my heart.  The text informs me to dry myself and place the Penis Prison on properly and then padlock the retaining pin.  Upon completion of this I send my Mistress a photo proving I had done as instructed.  I sit there with my cock trying to escape its prison while my heart pounds stronger waiting for what deviate thing she has planed for me next.  The wait is similar to the helplessness I know I’ll feel later, but hopefully it will be sweet agony because I’ll at least see her or feel the bite of her crop.

“You have mail” plays again, my heart skips a beat as my hands shaking uncontrollably press the keys to read the message.  “ DRESS 4 WORK, GO TO WORK AND AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS”.  No I think out loud.  I cannot wear this thing to the strip club where I work.  What if someone notices it, what would people say, my god no way.  As every possible bad ending comes to mind I hadn’t noticed how hard my cock is trying to get.  I am getting excited about this and cannot explain why, not even to myself.  As I sit there trying to decide if I could just go to work without putting it on I realize its too late, I’ve already locked it on.

So here I sit, on a bar stool checking ID’s, my cock cage reminding me I’m pond scum now.  The 6 hour shift I must endure is usually tedious but this one I know is going to feel more like 12 hours, waiting to worship my lovely Mistress.    I look at the clock and realize that only 45 minutes had passed, when it felt like 2 had passed.  DAMN I say under my breath, when my Mistress appears out of the corner of my eye.  My cock jumps to life just seeing her.  Her majestic appearance out of the back room makes people stop and stare.  I only see her perfectly groomed blonde straight hair and the appearance of something black and shiny she’s wearing.  Could it be one of the many latex outfits I purchased for her in the past? God I hope so, I say to myself.  When from behind the bar she struts, my heart feels like its going to jump out of my chest.  I see her wearing her favorite latex zip front dress, brand new knee high black patent leather platform boots, and to top it all off a stainless steal collar.   Every eye in the entire bar has turned to checkout this vision of beauty.  My cock is ready to EXPLODE just seeing her, dressed to kill in the slinky, shiny, skin tight latex outfit.  She torments me all night, strutting around, whispering little things in my ear just trying to get me to crack in front of everyone.

After the longest evening at work I finally hear the magical announcement “:LAST CALL”. I know to myself that even though what is going to happen for the rest of the weekend is going to be hell, I wouldn’t trade a second of it for anything. 

My phone vibrates and I think who in the hell is texting me at this hour.  When I look its from my Mistress.  She tells me to drive to her house, enter the back porch and wait for further instructions.  As I entered my car it was all I could do to sit, my cock is at its bursting point while still trapped in its prison.  I’ve driven to Chicago and felt it took less time than the actual 30 Minute drive to serve my Mistress.   As I stand with my hands clasp behind my back, my head looking down, knowing if she looks out I had better be in some sort of respectful display.  She text me out of the blue, Saying strip now, than get on your knee’s and await further instructions.  She has a screened in porch which would make it hard to see what was going on, but still what if someone actually sees me.  But caution goes out the window, at this point I would do just about anything for Mistress.  After undressing and setting my clothes in a pile she opens the door and grabs my clothes and shuts the door.  My god what will I do if she tells me to leave, I can’t do that she has my clothes.  My keys, on my god, my keys are in my pants, which are now in her house. 

5 minutes later “You’ve got mail” echo’s though the air.  On the chair behind you there is a collar I want u to place around your neck, lock it on, place the chain leash on your lock of your cock cage, and place the short leather one on your collar “D Ring”. Take the handcuffs and lock them on with your hands behind your back. Kneel and await further instructions.   I immediately do as instructed, knowing that not only was she watching me, but god know who else was.  After complying the porch light comes on.  I am on my knees, helplessly bound and collared praying no one in this small town is wondering what the hell is he doing. 

When the back door opens, I look no higher than her knee’s when the first bite of the crop is felt on my ass.  She grabs the chain leash and pulls me up to my toes quickly with the cock cage as a leash point.

She leads me to the Dungeon, where she starts to light my ass on fire with the crop saying I’m a miserable excuse for a slave.  She makes me get down on my knees, and blindfolds me, but that only last for a minute.  She noticed that I was reacting to her movements before I could feel them. I gave myself up, she knows I can see her.  She rips the blindfold out, grabs the latex hood and places it on my head, zips it up tight and then reapplied the blindfold.  When blindfolded with the hood, there is not even a pinhole size ray of light recognizable to me.  She continues to strike me with the crop, then the one of many floggers Mistress has in her dungeon find their way to my bare skin.  I cannot keep this up and thinking I’m going to have to yell RED here any minute.  I hate to do it but I have to,  Just as I open up my mouth to scream RED,  Something invades my mouth, it some type of penis.  No, it can’t be, I can’t see it but it sure feels like it.  Mistress removes the blindfold and that’s when I realize I have her strap on dick in my mouth.  I can see its lifelike veins and this one even has its own testicals located by the ring that keeps it in place.  How degrading is this.  I carefully look up and Mistress is smiling, loving every minute of this humiliating display of my servitude to her.  She carries on for a while and after she has 2 orgasms she lets me stand up and unhooks the cuffs and the collar.

My freedom is short lived however; Mistress almost immediately places me in my latex straight jacket and fastens all the buckling straps to help keep me as immobile as humanly possible.  She bends me over the spanking bench and gags me with a penis gag.  My god how much of this can she expect me to take.  The blindfold is now placed carefully on and now I live in complete darkness with the most humiliating thing I have ever done just beginning in my mind.  I lay there strapped, blindfolded, hooded, shacked, and gagged.  No where to go, not even an inch on this diabolical device she has me strapped to.  What else could she do, she has stripped my clothes, my dignity, surely she’s just going to crop my cheeky ass and than let me go.

Just when I think I’ve hit rock bottom, I feel her putting lub on my ass crack than WHAM, one of her fingers invade my ass, then BOOM, the tail of her crop its my ass cheek, then WHAM another finger invades my ass.  I plea though the gag, but Mistress is just laughing, I have no choice but to sit here and take this.  When something else invades my ass I know just how much control she has over me.  I don’t know whats more embarrassing, the penis gag, the strap on invading my ass or her laughter alternating  with her little humiliating comments about my situation. This seem to go on for ever, she tells me she is not going to stop until I cum.  How am I, a perfectly heterosexual man suppose to cum this way.  But there is no pleading with Mistress she’s eliminated that with the gag tightly in my mouth.  She reaches around and unlocks my penis cage and let me penis free while still ass pounding me.  The sensation of the release of my cock and the other activities has become too much and I explode all over the place.  I black out sort of, I guess from the sudden emotions and physical demands on my body.

I awaken slowly kinda hoping its all a dream, (or a nightmare) but that hope fades real fast, when I realize that I’m hooded, strapped in my rubber straight jacket laying on a bed I can only assume because I’m blindfolded.  I’ve got a ring gag strapped  in place,  ballet boots feel like they have been put on and my legs held wide with some spreader bar in place.  It feels like a chain has me secured to the bed by my feet and my neck.  No movement at all.  But whats going on, I can only barely hear with the hood on, so I really don’t know if my Mistress is beside me or even in the same house as I am.  Seems like I’ve laid here for hours, when all of a sudden I feel something start touching my cock,  it must be Mistress.  I would recognize her perfect technique anywhere, she has blessed slave with a little oral attention.  I moan though the tiny opening of the ring gag.  When she thinks I’ve reach my point of cumming she immediately stops and I feel this sharp burning pain.  Damn I recognize that, its hot wax. 

Mistress continues this until she notices my dick has softened up a bit though the different feelings of her torment. As I lay there coming down from that emotion, I hadn’t even noticed what Mistress is doing, she reattaching the cock cage.  Now I’m bound in every way I possibly could be.  Mistress then lays down next to me, takes my spreader bar off and attaches my feet to each other by a sole padlock.  And whispers Good night slave, get some rest, you’ll need it tomorrow.

First thing, Mistress wakes me up with the flogger across my thighs and my crossed arms.  Second she Lets my feet out of the boots and releases my ankles and removes my blindfold and tells me to go relieve myself.  Let me tell you its not easy trying to pee in a straight jacket and your penis locked tight. she grabs my cock cage, shakes it and pulls me to the shower and throws me in to it, and starts to clean me with the shower head, while still restrained. 

Mistress starts removing all my latex restraints except my hood and my cock cage.  She says I’m just a piece of meat and she shouldn’t have to look at me.   As soon as I’m dried she spins me around, fastens my arms together in the arm binder. Puts ankle restraints on and fastens them to a short chain.  A collar is locked on and a leash attached to both my cock cage and collar and I’m dragged to the Bedroom. 

Mistress tells me to pick each pair of her shoes/boots up and place them on the other wall, all up right and next to its identical mate.  I tell her I can’t I’ve lost use of my hands in the mono glove.  She tells me to use my mouth, so I start. God this is hard, but if it pleases my Mistress than its what I must do.  When I finally finish an hour later she scolds me for being so slow and then starts to punish me for not doing a  good job.  I thought I would have earned some freedom but she puts me back in my straight jacket, gags me with the orange ball gag, puts me in the tv room sitting in a straight back chair, ties my collar, the jacket and my feet to it.  I’m stuck, kinda feel like I’m on display but praying that no one can see me due to the bright lights outside and the darkness from the blinds being pulled some what shut.  Mistress opens them a bit so I can see out and she exits the building to do lawn work.  She is constantly going by the window, pointing at me and laughing. 

She finally reenters the house only to go run a bath and ignore my existence.  She does finally enter the room after she has shut off the water only to blindfold me and leave me there.  

An hour or two have passed, my mouth has been gagged so long I’m hoping it will just go numb.  I hear the sound of high heels as Mistress approaches.  My cock wants to come to life but it can’t.  Mistress walks around me, making the loudest sound I’ve ever heard heels make, and then disappears, leaving me to listen to those heels click in the distance.  She must have done something in the other room because I can hear them clicking louder and louder as Mistress comes near.  She unlocks one restraint at a time that keeps me bound to the chair.  I now sit in my straight jacket and my hood which have become my uniform for the weekend.   She pulls me up and pulls me toward the dungeon by my cock cage.  Once there Mistress removes my jacket, and my gag but left the hood and the blindfold on. 

She attaches restraints to my wrist and lift my arms above my head.  She moves down and places the bondage boots back on my feet.  I try to resist but she pulls on my cock cage and that’s the only thing needed to whip me back in submission.  Once they are zipped up tight on my feet, Mistress pulls the rope above my head bringing me teetering on my (forced pointed toe) boots.  She removes my blindfold only after turning my ass beat red, and just before my mouth utters RED, she stops and removes my blindfold. WOW she stands before me in her long black Madonna gown. The sight of her was amazing, the dress was so polished I could see myself in the reflection of the shiny black rubber.  My cock could stand no more, and I came immediately sending my seed all over the cock cage with some of it landing on Mistress’ dress.  She became outraged and immediately put nipple clamps on  my tiny nipples and released me from my overhead bounds, and made me get on my knee’s.  After fastening my restraints behind my back she made me lick the cum off of her dress.  This had to be more humiliating than the ass pounding I endured.  After she was satisfied her dress was clean she made me crawl to the bedroom on my knees while she pulled me by my leash. 

Once in the bedroom, Mistress pulled her gown up past her knees and made me eat her pussy.  The gown is so tight I thought I would suffocate at one point.  The hood I thought would make it hard to work between my goddess’ thighs actually made it easier for Mistress to slide my head where she wanted it.  She pulled me tight and demanded I eat her pussy like there was no chance of ever seeing daylight again until I had her weak at the knees.  I’ve always thought I was fairly good at eating pussy, but Mistress was (a) mad as hell and (b) I had not use of my hands and I really need them to do as good as job as I do when I’m not bound.   After what was the most painfully dry mouth experience of my life, my Mistress came all over my hooded face.

She came back to earth from one of the most volatile orgasms I’ve ever witnessed.  She grabbed me by the cock and drug me back to the dungeon and made me lick and worship her beautiful feet while still bound.  

Back in the straight jacket, hood and blindfold I find myself flat on my back in the middle of Mistress’ bed.  Legs bound together at the knee’s and the ankles.  The Humiliation is amplified even more by using a double dildo gag.  A small penis gag is inserted in my mouth and then there is a large dildo protruding from it for my Mistress to do with as she wishes.  The ballet boots are once again placed on my feet to insure complete bondage and servitude.  Even if I could make my way to my feet, I’m going no where with the feet bound in such an extreme boot. Chained in 4 places this slave has absolutely no place to turn to and no possibility of escape.  I hear the door beep from the alarm so either Mistress has returned or has she left me bound and helpless.  My heart begins to race, what if someone else finds me.  I couldn’t scream for help if I wanted someone to find me. Hours seem to pass before even the slightest hint that I’m not alone.  Without advance notice I feel someone climb on the bed, Somehow I smell more latex than I have surrounding my head and torso.  I hear a small zipper being opened and feel pressure on my gag.  Mistress must be climbing on it and pleasure herself.  I feel her up and down and thrusting forward and reverse and can only imagine how hot it must be to see her right now.  I can picture her sitting on my face while riding the rubber cock  protruding from my gagged mouth while I lay there bound in latex in a straight line, my pale white legs are the only visible proof that I’m human.  The hottest vision is when Mistress gets off the dildo and decides to use my rock hard cock to masturbate herself with.  She climbs on my cock, and I can feel her tight and very wet pussy ungulf me.  She looks at herself in the large mirror as she admires herself wearing a latex bra, and her leggings with the crotch zipper open, able to ride me like an amusement ride at the fair, knowing I would give anything to cum or just see her ride her slave.  The pale skin of my legs are a stark contrast to the black shiny latex that outline the beautiful  tan body of the Mistress.  She must be a sight to behold.  She rides me to 3 orgasms and she sees the slaves body give the tell tell sign he’s ready to cum she pulls herself off of him and rides the rubber cock to another orgasm.  When slaves cock becomes flaccid she takes it in her mouth gets it hard, while riding the rubber cock protruding from the penis gag.  When the slaves cock is hard enough to please Mistress than she rides it to another orgasm, denying slave the satisfaction of Cumming or even seeing the beautiful Mistress.

Mistress gets up off the bed and leaves the room.  Slave thinks he can hear the shower start to run.  He can only assume Mistress is going to clean herself up and get ready for her next diabolical plan to remove all dignity from this slave.  He replays all the activities of the weekend over and over in his head.  Slave is completely in love with his stern leather and latex clad Mistress.  His undying devotion he hopes Mistress recognizes and allows him the pleasure of Cumming on her command.  He realizes there is almost no chance of this happening after he came on Mistress’ dress earlier.  Slave begins to think he could escape long enough to jack off and then put himself back in the position Mistress left him in.  With the shower running he believes this is his chance.  He turns as far as he can and begins to try to free himself.  This goes on for 10 minutes before WHACK, and while turned a little Mistress lays one of the hardest barehand smack he’s ever felt in his life on his right ass cheek.  Mistress wasn’t taking a shower, she was spraying some off her latex outfits.  Slave is told she was cleaning them and was going to allow slave to polish the Freshly cleaned latex, after that Mistress was going to allowed him to cum for her. 

The rest of the weekend left red marks, a few bruises and a lifetime of wonderful memories that could have only happened in a dream.  I pray that when I wake up from this dream that I’m chained to the bed while restrained in my straight jacket, hooded, blindfolded and gagged ready to start the day with one purpose to serve my Mistress.