Being a fetishist can be a lonely existence, especially if you're of a shy and retiring nature. Discovering things like BDSM during your years of sexual awakening in the early 2000s could be done completely privately online, with no need to visit old fashioned sex shops for magazines any more, and progressing from there onto other more specialist kinks would not be unusual given the nature of Internet links, chat rooms etc. But even basic BDSM didn't really hit the mainstream media until a certain novel came out, so there was perhaps more danger of an embarrassing knock-back if one came out to their partner expressing certain desires back then.
After this happened a couple of times to me, I lost my confidence completely and not wanting to risk meeting people from online forums, with all the dangers that could entail, I put all my efforts into working, making money, and exploring self-bondage as much as possible. Of course, practitioners of self bondage will tell you that safety must come first, which means that you can never be truly helpless - this is true of course, and for someone like myself, it always left me feeling a little short of satisfied. As a man, I also found it very challenging to reach climax in self bondage and often envied women who could strap on a butterfly vibrator, insert a dildo and tie it in with a crotch rope, or more recently make use of a wand, fucking machine or Sybian.
When I tell you that my other main fetish area was nearly impossible to do at all, never mind alone (safely or otherwise) you might not be surprised to find that this drove me to being a single, frustrated, semi reclusive workaholic with an internet history that would make an Onlyfans girl blush!
By the age of 35 I had made my money. My line of work had been lucrative, but I was also nearing burnout and decided it was time to get out of the rat race (and the city), settle down and pursue my cock's desires. It took a while to find my perfect forever home, but it was totally worth the wait. Nestled in the English countryside, quiet but close enough to two bustling market towns to feel - but not be - isolated, I found a 17 acre plot with a five-bedroom Georgian manor-style house (complete with several-roomed cellar, quite rare in the UK) which had once been part of a huge farm estate, though the farmland itself was long ago sold off to neighbours. The house was nice, but what sold the place to me was the seclusion provided by several ancient woodland copses, high, thick hedgerows on all sides, huge security gates and a collection of barns and workshops right at the far end of the property, as far from the road and footpaths as possible. The possibilities for these buildings ran through my mind even as the Estate Agent was still showing me around. The oak barn was glorious, clean and well looked after and with massive exposed roof timbers, there were brick built stables from the 1800s with all the original features, and other sizable buildings to boot.
My offer, just enough over asking price, was immediately accepted and only a few weeks later I moved in and began making my plans for turning the outbuildings and basement into my very own self bondage paradise.
The first of the outbuildings was an actual workshop, and being fairly handy I restored it as such. Previously the farmer had used it to maintain their machines, fences, buildings etc so it had both metal and woodworking equipment as well as some engineering tools; since making things was a hobby of mine and I would need to keep up the buildings, all this worked out great. Just the place to start building the bespoke bondage equipment and furniture to fill my cellar and playrooms with! I had plans for all sorts of contraptions to get myself restrained with, but still escape afterwards. But now it wouldn't rely on my dexterity, or melting ice - instead my escapes would rely on my automated equipment; some with timed and sprung locks, some electro magnets, some more simple systems using gravity, some using complex computer programs. The outbuildings were arranged in a square making a lovely cobbled courtyard, only open on one corner where a gap between the buildings allowed the vehicles to pass through.
All in all it took a good year before the cellar in the house was ready, but as 2020 began I had a fully stocked, fully decorated and fully furnished dungeon right under my house. Lots of black paint, red lighting, computer controlled screens and sound system and of course racks of metal, leather and rubber restraints, ropes, impact toys, sex toys for both sexes, hoods, gags, collars, kinky clothing, leather, rubber, metal - if you can think of it I probably had it and with the audio visual tech, including a VR headset I'd be able to really immerse myself in a solo scene. Even stuff that couldn't be used without a partner like straight jackets and mummy sacks hung on a rail down one side of my dungeon along with quantities of leather and rubber clothing, hopeful that I'd find a use for it sometime. Around the room stood my new furniture; a St Andrews cross with motorised restraints, suspension winch, stocks, throne, bondage chair, spanking bench, several cages of various types and sizes, plenty of I bolts and fixing points cemented into the walls and floor and ceiling. One of my ultimate fantasies was to be boxed up and stored, or even shipped somewhere, so I built a steel cube-shaped isolation box to be lockable and completely light and sound proof. 'What the hell', I thought when fitting it out, I might have a special someone to play with someday, but for now I added a computer controlled locking mechanism with failsafe that worked using electro magnets. The remaining rooms of the cellar complex contained my prison cell with bed and toilet, in a dark corner created by a quirk of the house above foundation being extended at some point I dug down behind and concrete-lined the resulting pit, adding a hinged grating as a door, the result being a semi-hidden place of confinement in the floor where any victim could only look up at their captor…
And then there was the more mundane stuff like my wine cellar and plant room.
To celebrate completing the first part of my project I went for a walk around my property. This takes about half an hour and would give me the mental space to plan my very first selfbondage session in the new dungeon. Up to now I had been limited to the more vanilla rooms of the house, and I was looking forward to using some of my new programmable equipment to have a real timed session for once, totally helpless until my release mechanism kicked in and freed me.
I would start relatively simple to test the equipment out; a strappado hogtie. OK, maybe not all THAT simple-sounding but hear me out. I would put on thick leather wrist, elbow, and ankle cuffs, probably a waist belt too…my mind raced on and changed the waist belt to my leather chastity style belt to hold in a vibrating butt plug, and keep my junk scrunched up inside a leather pouch. The cuffs were adapted so that instead of D rings they had thick, round steel plates riveted to a pivot point. When everything else was ready, all I would have to do was to reach around and allow the final electro magnet to grab, thus completing the circuit and instructing the computer to begin whatever I had programmed. At the end of the time, the magnets would simply switch off and release me (or the failsafe would cut the power to the dungeon after a certain point if anything went wrong).
All this stuff had been properly tested without me inside it, so I was double sure it was as safe as could be. Almost running the last few hundred yards of my walk, I plunged straight down the stairs into my new playroom, tearing my clothes off along the way, and entered the dungeon naked and ready to go. Arranging my gear on the raised platform in the centre of the room, and after working a long and ribbed metal e-stim butt plug into my arse, I programmed the computer with the parameters for my session. There were, at present at least, five categories I needed to set, the computer would do the rest.
- Time: min 1 hour, max 2 hours
- Winch: hoist until taught only, max 80cm from platform (this had been carefully calibrated)
- VR headset display: Computer to select random Femdom POV clips
- Restraints: electromag cuffs, 4 points of contact
- Electro Butt Plug: nothing until 45 min then random teasing cycle until final 10 min before 50-50 choice of climax.
Hitting "submit" on the screen, I began my self bondage. The time would start from the contact of the final cuff with the corresponding magnet (my wrists touching in this case), so I could savour getting ready for my session. I buckled on the thick leather cuffs around my wrists, ankles and elbows, making sure to snug the roller buckles tight and add a small keyed-alike padlock to each, the key to which was frozen in a large block of ice upstairs. This was for no reason other than to prolong my self-imposed enslavement after the bondage session had ended, forcing me to roam my house like somebody's leather slave, looking for the keys. A leather ball gag with a chin harness went on next, also locked on. Before getting too excited I next stepped into the chastity harness and pulled it up, tucking my dick downwards into the stiff pouch and adjusting it tightly so it wouldn't be able to spring upwards during the session when excited, and so that my plug would be held in tightly by the rear strap. I connected the power to the e-stim plug, next the VR headset went on and was already activated to show me the camera feed from the corner of the room, allowing me to see how to get finished up and admire myself struggling in bondage. Using this view therefore, and feeling around with my hands I got down on my stomach across the leather padded platform under the winch and attached the ankle cuff plates to their corresponding magnets on the ends of three-foot spreader bar (powered through the control system), which hung from the winch cable carrying the power/data umbilical cable overhead (still slack at this point). The winch cable ran through an eye welded to the middle of the spreader and through the wrist magnet bar making it easy to pull through and attach the magnets on my wrist cuffs.
Moment of truth. Taking a deep breath and using as much dexterity as could be mustered I pushed my elbows as close as I could manage and wriggled side to side in order to get the powerful electromagnet one side to meet the plate on the other. They did so with a strong pull and a loud and satisfying 'clunk', immediately followed by the system kicking in and winching me up, making the bondage tighter and tighter as it went, my wrists first met the spreader bar and then continued upwards into a delightful arch leaving just my chest, belly and forehead (if I needed to rest my neck) in touch with the platform. Bliss.
I could see myself on the headset screen, felt the mechanism stop just at the right moment - luckily I knew my limits and had programmed the computer well. The feed of my bound body minimised to the corner of the headset screen as the first porn clip started (the system had access to the Internet and could randomly play clips from a list of my favourite kinks, or from specified playlists); a "wife finds you watching femdom and chastity porn" pov clip, and I felt my cock begin to swell in its confinement. Struggling hard I tested my bondage and found there was not even a chance of breaking the pull of the electromagnets. This confirmation of my helplessness by my own hand did nothing more than turn me on to such a degree that my trapped cock strained in its leather pouch as my struggling ground it into the surface below and I heard myself make an involuntary moaning sound into the gag.
The bondage was great; comfortable and secure. I noted the need to adjust the computer to add another inch or so of lift for next time, and settled down to enjoying the feeling of freedom that comes with giving up control in this way. Only two things could free me now - the timer releasing me as planned, or a power outage, fire or other emergency triggering the safety release that would cut the power and set me free.
A new clip started, the sultry yet powerful tones of a British Mistress called Lola reminded me how screwed I am, how no one knows I'm here, and that there's nothing I can do to stop her fun. Almost like the system was reading my mind, and after that clip after clip of various fem-doms kept me company until having totally lost track of time (the clock being intentionally out of sight) the butt plug sprang to life deep in my arse. So 45 minutes had gone by and at most I had 1 hour 15 left to enjoy my self imposed predicament before being released; on the picture-in-picture I saw myself react to the sudden jolt and start struggling to get some extra sensation to my crushed cock beneath me.
The wave setting on the e-stim butt plug gave a really nice feeling of being gently but firmly fucked; a sensation impossible to feel by otherwise means whilst bound in a stappado hogtie like this, and I knew the things the computer was capable of. I'd get an early warning from it regarding release as the plug would start ramping up with 10 minutes to go, bringing me either complete pleasure or agonising and frustrating torture, as the sequence was able to either switch to a strong and deep vibration - possibly allowing me an orgasm - or there was a 50/50 chance my session would end with random strength and duration electric shocks back there instead, and since at heart I am something of a masochist, the upper limit of said shocks was set pretty high.
For this first session I really was straining to cum, squirming in my bondage and grinding my confined cock underneath me. It was working too, and I felt my climax starting to build. The headset was playing me an old favourite clip of Lolly Badcock being spanked whilst bound in latex, begging her mistress to hit her harder, when suddenly the e-stim went from pulsing waves of pleasure to punishment mode! My squirming body froze with the electric shock going on, and on for what seemed like forever before shutting off abruptly and leaving my shocked, sweaty body hanging limp in its bondage.
I moaned in frustration into my gag as the computer lowered me back onto the pad and released the electro magnets. Free, but horny as hell and still unable to remove any of the cuffs, chastity or the gag, I decided that since my frozen key wouldn't be available for a couple more hours at least, to wait in my steel box like a good slave. Taking my VR headset and another padlock with me I set the timer for 1 hour, got inside and slammed the door. Quickly restarting the VR headset with a chastity tease and denial playlist, I pushed my arms behind my back and locked the cuffs together. Now, I was trapped until the box released me, writhing in bound frustration, unable to sit fully up nor lay down at all…or get any respite for my trapped and dripping cock.
Bliss.
When the door clunked open as the timer expired though I was happy to escape and make my way upstairs to free myself - the gag was becoming uncomfortable by now and I had a very strong desire to get out of the chastity belt and bring the session to a satisfactory conclusion, so to speak.
Once done with all that, free of bondage and still in the afterglow of my session and delayed climax, I started a mental review of the equipment and my achievements. All in all, I was very happy. I'd been completely helpless just like I wanted, and the bondage had been great, although for future sessions the winch strictness could be increased by about 5% to take away that final bit of slack. As for endurance, the bondage had given me no issues, but the gag hadn't been fun towards the end, so I'd change that for the next session; an inflatable butterfly one would fit into my gag harness and provide a more comfortable option, and I love the feeling of it gradually filling my mouth as I pump it up.
The leather chastity pouch had been functional, but….it could also be improved. I measured myself for a full steel belt and sent off the order that very evening. As with all my stuff, I'd chosen all of the money-is-no-object extras for this thing; a special shaped cock tube to allow my dick to be "tucked" between my legs (probably designed for sissies which is not my kink but I wanted it so I could comfortably lie hogtied on my front), rubber comfort lining designed to be self cleaning and allow longterm wear, internal tubing to allow water to be flushed through the tube to keep 'him' clean, and warm air to be blown through to dry everything after washing, full e-stim package, and ergonomic, slimline titanium alloy belt and crotch cable which flared out in a ring shape to leave my arsehole open for its normal purpose, and pleasure use. Even this part had the lining; I guess folk with male keyholders would be wanting this to keep anal sex comfortable for themselves (no metal edges to chafe).
The thing was extreme, designed for serious players with the potential for very long term chastity. It looked inescapable, no chance to pull-out like with most ball-trap cages as the lower belly part was a shield, built a bit like reptile scales that moved with the body specifically to keep me involuntarily honest, just like I wanted. The company only sends one very high security key out with each belt - like I said, serious players only are meant to have these - and will only send a replacement out in person, to be handed to the registered keyholder. In my case as I would kind of be my own keyholder, I just left that part of the order-form blank. Like I said, I wanted extreme and since I had all the money and free time in the world, I could indulge myself to the fullest and take whatever risk I wanted. Six weeks would be a long time to wait but I knew it would be worth it.
During the wait, the outside world started going weird. Some Chinese Flu or other, but I paid it little heed since we'd had all this before with bird flu and SARS, it always came to nothing. As pretty much a recluse at this point I was mainly only chatting online over a bondage forum with an American friend of mine who had similar interests; we'd never met but would send each other bondage dares and talk about our desires. He was pretty jealous of my freedom to play how I wanted; ironic really given that I had no one to play with and even though straight, I may well have invited him over if we lived in the same country.
When the belt came a week into March, spring-time in England, my friend in the US (I only knew him by his handle, Binder) dared me to really go for it on the first try. After all, I knew it would be a good fit after measuring everything so thoroughly, and never being someone to refuse an open challenge, I got straight into the belt and locked it shut, trapping my eager dick in the tube that went down between my legs, the front plate made it look like I was completely sexless, just a small mound visible when I wore tight underwear! The rear cable and opening for my butthole felt wonderful too; I couldn't escape the feeling of being 'open for business' back there! No amount of twisting, lunging, or contorting my body could gain me even a tiny bit of access to my cock which, upon me realising the belt was 100% secure, really started to get uncomfortably thick in it's tube. The combination of pressure over the entirety of my cock, and the downward pointing tube actually felt kinda nice and gave a low level of pleasure - nowhere near enough to get off, in fact it would probably help drive me crazy with lust - but definitely there. The ring for my arsehole also pressed around the outside and slightly spread my cheeks open - this was its own level of frustratingly hot!
The next day, after evening and overnight wear to check there was nothing causing pain, rubbing or any genuine issues, I took my single key into town and locked it in my bank safety deposit box since I didn't want the embarrassment of having to ask for a copy to be sent, and I could think of nowhere safer to keep it; it wouldn't get lost, and I couldn't just casually break my will and let myself out without a bit of planning, but it would always be handy and within a few hours' reach should I need out.
A fortnight went by and I barely left the basement dungeon. Either in there tinkering with the equipment and software, or physically trapped in there by my own devices, I only came out to eat and sleep (apart from the two nights I slept locked in my cell that is). Spring was here at last and after a bad winter, March had turned out gloriously sunny and warm so I even started indulging myself in some outdoor bondage walks when exercise was needed, often wearing a leather body harness and collar, buttplug, and heavy boots locked on with steel cuffs. I walked the perimeter of my land and one day, taking a slightly different route behind the outbuildings, my booted feet tramped across a mossy area but the ground not only didn't give way under foot as expected, but gave a deep metallic sounding echo! Scraping the surface clear with my foot soon revealed a pair of semi circular steel doors secured with a heavy, flat sliding bolt. After collecting a spade and broom from the nearby workshop, and clearing the area surrounding my discovery, I found a large cobbled area (the cobbles ran right up to the rear wall of one of the old stable blocks), in the centre of which were the round steel doors. About 8 feet across, and with large hinges that would allow the doors to fold back flat to the cobbles when open, the doors now held huge fascination for me, and a small amount of trepidation, too. Some 3 in 1 oil on the bolt and hinges was enough to get things moving, and with the help of a crowbar I was able to lift first one and then the other, each making a huge bang as it fell back against the old stonework.
As the dust settled, I peered into the abyss below and found a smooth concrete walled pit, circular in shape, as per the steel hatch covers and about 15 feet deep, 8 feet across. It wasn't possible to see from here what the bottom was made up of, and clearly the first job for me to sort would be an access ladder - some ideas for kinky uses for this place were starting to form. So long as it wasn't a well that is.
Heading back to the house I took all the restraints off and wandered around in my chastity belt alone, before flicking on the TV for a bit of background noise while making some coffee. I had to keep busy as my word was I getting blue balls! Having been locked non-stop now for two weeks, and those two weeks having been spent really working myself up into a frenzy of kinkiness, maybe I had earned myself a break from the belt. As yet, I'd not used my milking machine… my mind drifted off to a vision of myself bound flat on my back, wrists and ankles stretched out to the corners of the horizontal St Andrews cross, hooded, gagged, nipples clamped, butt plugged with my e-stim plug and squirming as the Venus milker sucked me dry. All this stuff was linked up to my computer control system as always, so I could make it a long, slow teasing build up, and I'd learned how to make the software synchronise the equipment to whatever porn clip was showing inside the VR hood. Obviously the clips had to be quite specific in their content but this still gave huge scope for fun.
Having made a Private Message of my plans to Binder, he replied the next morning that after my reward was over with, I should double my sentence to four weeks as punishment, and that for the next year, every chastity sentence should be at least 48 hours longer than the previous one. Having someone else try and impose more chastity on me was just great even if it was another guy, as I knew he understood just what that would do for me so I readily agreed.
The rest of that day was spent readying the dungeon for my release session. Searching online I found a femdom audio clip describing exactly the scenario I wanted: a chaste sub getting their release via a spreadeagle tie and tease session after two weeks locked up, receiving a hand job whilst taking her strap on cock, with dirty talk throughout from her sexy voice.
All set, the only thing left was to head into town and visit the strongbox to collect my precious key. I got dressed in normal street clothes, and grabbed my wallet and keys. Just as the front door clicked open however I clocked that I'd left the TV on in the kitchen and quickly heading back to switch it off, the rolling caption caught my eye. "Emergency pandemic rules now apply nationwide; all non essential businesses to close from this evening for a minimum of three weeks. Please stay home unless travel is essential".
Oh my God, no. The bank shut in an hour, and from tomorrow would be shut for who knows how long? I sped there, but a queue of people outside looked agitated, and as I approached, security guards managed to get the door shut, and locked. A sign was stuck to the glass stating "closed due to pandemic". My shoulders dropped, I felt defeated having really looked forward to getting this belt off! But I could feel the usual stirring at the thought of more cage time, and the loss of control.
What a total and completely submissive little pervert I am…
I went home and watched the rolling news channels to find out what was going on. It seemed I should've paid more attention to world events recently, as the government were saying the virus was serious enough to close businesses down for the next three weeks at least - and private banks were on the non-essential list since money could be dealt with online. An hour in the workshop yielded no way of getting the belt off without hurting myself; I was really trapped.
Next day I called the manufacturer to see if they would break protocol and send the copy of the key in the mail given the pandemic, but the lovely lady in their office explained that there were two problems with this request. Firstly, it would harm their reputation if keys just started being mailed out to whoever asked, and secondly once she pulled up my file, she very kindly and calmly explained that there WAS no copy of my key to be sent anyway! As I'd left the "Keyholder" information blank on my original order, only one unique key has been made to match the lock. I must have sounded so dejected upon hearing this that she offered to be "here for me" whenever I needed to talk, it was a chastity company after all and everyone there was into the scene in some way. She was worried about me being such a serious player with no one to keep me safe and sane and chided me somewhat for being so reckless. Her voice was soothing, confident, kind of hot honestly and I thanked her, promising to check in a week later. After hanging up the phone I looked down at my steel plated crotch, yearning all the more to feel my dick in my hand and absolutely desperate to cum. My mood flipped between a state of panic, despair and lust for the next few hours, during which I messaged Binder explaining my problem, until reaching a state of some level of acceptance a while later.
Thinking it best to distract my addled mind from its self imposed predicament, I spent the next couple of days prepping for a potentially long period of unknown disruption by ordering in bulk quantities of dried, frozen and tinned foods, seeds to grow my own on my land, and other essentials like batteries, bottled gas, fuel etc. Fortunately I had installed renewable energy in the form of a ground source heat pump, a wind turbine and solar, and if needs be I could recommission the well but it seemed unlikely any of this would really be needed apart from the food and that was to save having to queue for hours at supermarkets and keep 2m apart from everyone else.
Two days later Binder sent a reply. Apparently the USA had also gone into lockdown; he was still more jealous of my freedom to use the time for unlimited bondage, as his living situation involved almost no freedom to play, especially now everyone had to stay home as much as possible. His only privacy was a garden office where he was running his IT business from for the foreseeable future.
"The good news though, as I see it Locked", the message went on, "at least you're obeying my sentencing request to increase your chastity sentence each time! Five weeks, man were I in your boots I'd already be going stark raving crazy! Chastity ain't my thing I need to cum every couple days whether that's fucking my wife or just a maintenance BJ."
He was taunting me with his free cock, the bastard, I chuckled to myself knowing a) he was serious and b) he knew what that thought would do for me. We'd been very open about everything since starting our correspondence a couple of years before.
"Anyhow, what's it feel like to be truly helpless for once? Until now that key was within your power to get hold of so you weren't really locked up, were you? Now though, it's not a game, you're really screwed unless the government let you out! Good thing you're a fucked up pervert who might just end up enjoying himself, 'Lockedup4eva', right?
He was right; this wasn't a game any longer, I'd have to accept that my cock was not my own for a while. Three weeks minimum the news had said. Longer if "things got worse", whatever that meant! For a few days, I didn't feel like doing anything kinky, and actively tried to avoid it by binge watching several series on Netflix, making sure my income stream was protected during the uncertain economy of lockdown by changing some investments, working out, walking around my land etc. After a week of this however my perverted needs got the better of me.
Deciding it was time for a punishment session, rather than just bondage alone, I spent the morning naked but for the ever present belt, at the computer programming some new ideas into the control system, then headed down to the dungeon.
It was by no means complex bondage, but boy was it functional. From the time I had put the VR headset on and e-stim buttplug in, and had my wrists and ankles in position it was less than 5 minutes. I forged the stockade myself from two scrap ¼" thick leaf springs so this contraption was seriously heavy duty, and for added inescapability I had dismantled a pair of steel fist mitts and welded them to the wrist openings so my hands would be fully encased when the stockade closed and locked. It had a spring release and electro mag fastening same as always, with my ankles locked about 2' 6" apart and my wrists in between them the position was super strict, quite challenging for me, but left my arse up in the air 100% exposed and perfectly presented - had I a Dominant to take advantage of me I have no doubt I would've been firmly spanked, flogged or even caned - and couldn't do a single thing to prevent it, bound in unyielding steel.
The image of myself on the headset screen was so hot, and as the programme started up and the stockade clanged as the mag lock engaged, I squirmed with a rush of bondage lust and watched my butt wiggling onscreen as I tested my ability to move. There was none. This was probably the strictest bondage I'd ever been in and it was divine. After the first couple of porn clips were done however, I got the shock of a lifetime.
The screen went black - it wasn't meant to happen and no reason it should. Then there was a momentary flash, and the image of a man of about 50 sitting in an office popped up. Since the programme was meant to only give me Femdom videos I wondered what had gone wrong for a moment, and then he addressed me directly.
"Hi Locked" he said with a smirk. "Nice to meet you at last".
I wasn't gagged this time, but was so taken aback by this sudden turn of events that nothing but stuttering gibberish came out of my mouth, I imagine looking back that the gist of it was "what the fuck" or some similar sentiment. My senses came to me quickly.
"Binder? How…?"
"Damn straight, it's me. Lockdown has given me chance to pony up on my hacking skills so here the fuck I am and ready to have some fun! Your bondage looks great by the way, I'm straight as an arrow but damn, I can appreciate a prime specimen when I see one and I know even my loyal wife would give that ass a second glance".
"But…what…my system, the firewall…I tested everything".
"Maybe you're good, but I'm better. My company specialises in unlocking systems most of our clients have locked themselves out of, but sometimes we take on what I like to call "cash jobs" off the books… anyhow all YOU need to know my friend, is that I have access to 100% of your self bondage system and now control not only your session, but you are now my remote controlled bondage toy for the foreseeable future. I'm so bored here with all the stupid laws and rules, you're gonna keep me entertained and give me something to take out my frustrations on. Just to show you I'm seriou-"
He didn't finish the word before my whole body tensed with current as the punishment elements of both belt and buttplug coursed through me. It can't have been more than 2 or 3 seconds but it felt like minutes until it stopped and I sagged into my bondage and panted to get my breath back while screaming obscenities at him.
"Woah easy on the language there, that was only level 5 out of 10, don't piss me off you don't know just what I'm capable of - think, how well do you really know me? This is the first time we've met and I've already made you basically my bitch. Now listen close. We're going to start by doubling your time in that contraption, I kinda have a thing for doubling punishments, and I'm going to make you scream a LOT before setting you loose, at which point I will give you new orders. Don't be mistaken that you can just turn off the WiFi and end this because I have control of your bank info too, and have already changed the pass code to your strong box…and we both know what's in there, don't we?"
That had been my one hope, get free and unplug the connection - but if true, he now basically had my belt key under his ownership, as well as my finances? Defeated, I made ready to take each moment as it came, and no small perverted part of me was not totally upset about being an actual prisoner/bondage plaything for a bit, just so long as he wasn't a total sadist. But I wanted to get my life back at some point!
"Enjoy your next three hours, I'll be watching! Haha" at which point the screen went back to showing porn, and the belt and plug began the tease and punishment cycle I had programmed. The three hours would prove to be very tough towards the end with more electric shocks but the stockade did "pop" open as planned which was some relief. Binder didn't reappear but just sent a one line message at the end of the session: "video call, 8pm, don't be late" followed by another zap to my locked up cock as a reminder of the consequences if I should disobey.
I freed myself and showered, panicking inside at just what I had let myself in for. Some guy online in a foreign country had taken control of my digital identity and to some extent my physical existence, all I really knew was he was a kinky bastard like me, but if he had got access to my whole system then he would know everything there is to know about me, would have access to the video logs of my sessions, and I didn't know if this was just about blackmail or ultimately if his motives were purely kinky.
At the appointed time I joined the Zoom call as ordered, my stomach turning over but thinking it best to play along and see where things were headed.
"Thanks for joining me, Locked. I trust you enjoyed your session earlier?"
His voice and tone was friendly, conversational even, the Texan drawl standing out sharply against my soft English accent.
"As you ordered, Sir. You did after all make it clear I had no choice in the matter."
"'Sir' now I've been wondering what you should call me and boy but 'Sir' does sound good coming outta your mouth. I didn't like 'Master' being as you're not gonna be my 'slave' and I don't plan on dominating you sexually, so much as controlling you. But you are submissive after all 'and 'Sir' has a nice ring to it."
"Yes Sir."
"Alright, that's good, that's good. Now lemme put your mind at rest; everything I told you before is true, but I have no intention of causing you any harm personally or financially so long as you play ball with me. As you have seen I do have full control of your computer systems and you are now locked out so any changes have to go through me. I do get off on dominance and seeing people in tight bondage be they male or female so over the next little while you're going to be spending a lot of time restrained for my entertainment. And you know, this ain't all for little ole me, I hope this is gonna work out for you, too since you haven't got anyone there to take you in hand the way you need it to be. Any questions so far?"
"Yes Sir, can I refuse and go back to how things were?"
A disappointed pause on screen before Binder replied:
"You will have a safe word, yes. Use it and everything stops, but I would hold off if I were you because when you input it to the system it also means that your bank box will automatically be terminated and the bank ordered to dispose of it as not required. So the choice is yours. Continual bondage on one hand with a creative, friendly Dominant…or permanent chastity. Of course, being dominated by me could also lead to permanent chastity if I feel it's what you need but don't you want to be free of decisions? Let me choose how you'll be bound, how long for and what punishments and rewards you'll receive - surely that's what all little subs like you really want, ain't it?"
I thought about this for maybe 6 or 7 seconds before my cock replied for me by swelling into what little space it had.
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir for this offer, I accept your terms."
"Damn, I knew you'd make the right choice. One of your last choices for the next little while hehe, doesn't that get you going? No - don't speak, I don't need to hear any more. From now on you'll take your instructions from me by written message or my voice through the speakers so make sure all the rooms in the house are connected up to the system, I'll give you 24 hours to complete this task. I'm not a cruel man, so tonight you have two hours free to sort the house out, shower, eat and make secure, then you're straight back down here and into your box until morning, wearing steel cuffs on your ankles and wrists, e-stim plug and your VR headset, I'll be setting you free at some point I guess when I remember so don't bother setting the timer, you're at my mercy now. Got that? Welcome to your new life! OK, off you go."
The screen shut off and for a moment I sat, contemplating how quickly I'd gone from one situation to this new one. There was no doubt in my mind however that more and more of my headspace was eager to finally have some real bondage and be able to submit to another, and the other part - the loner control freak - was pissed off at having someone come into my life uninvited, like family turning up to stay unannounced. But that was my fault for being careless when setting up my network security I guess, so having done all my tasks as told, I found myself plugged and cuffed in the steel box, ready to complete my instructed self bondage. With the headset on I could see the camera feed of the wider dungeon, and myself through the open door of the steel confinement box. The box was sized so that I would either be kneeling in a ball, or sitting on my butt with bent legs throughout my imprisonment. The latter meant sitting on my buttplug so I opted for kneeling - luckily I installed a padded base when I built it. Binder didn't appear on screen this time, just a black screen with the message "close the door and lock your wrists in back". Translating 'in back' into English I pulled the door shut with a loud magnetic clang, got as comfy as possible and, pushing my arms behind me, locked them together with a heavy padlock, the key to which was outside the box whose steel plate door was now locked shut with its powerful magnetic lock.
Hour after boring hour passed, I slept for a while, no idea how long for, nothing on the vr screen, and was rudely awakened by a zap to both my arsehole and cock at the same time, and then - nothing. Nothing at all. The headset acted like a blindfold but the steel cube would've been pitch dark anyway and the dungeon was silent. I slept again, woke, and hungry now started to panic that something had gone wrong. Had my connection been lost? Was the telecoms grid down and the Internet with it? Had he actually forgotten me, or got ill? Was there civil unrest in the US? Your mind will run away with you even after a relatively short time when in helpless bondage and left with nothing but its own thoughts; I guess my remote captor knew this and left me to stew. Abandonment was one of my kinks but the reality was actually not hot at all though it was certainly stimulating in other ways, none of them good. It must have been well into the morning (I was desperate for the toilet) when the screen lit up at last and there he was in his office as calm and collected as you like.
Relieved beyond measure I stayed on my knees once out of the box, head down, fully realising how subservient this would look on the CCTV footage; I had decided during my confinement that I would likely have a better time with this if I made it interesting for him, and wanted to make it clear I was acknowledging his dominance over my situation.
"Good afternoon prisoner, did you miss me?"
"Yes sir, I did, I was worried something had gone wrong, it's been so long".
"Heh, no, nothing happened man, you just weren't a priority once I'd locked you up, and after my wife drained my balls I lost interest in you. But since you were safe in your box I just got on with my day until you came back into my thoughts just now. Don't get main character syndrome man, you're just my bondage toy now and when toys aren't being used, they get put away like you did last night. And tonight. And…well let's face it you'll be getting plenty of bondage from now on and lots of imprisonment. Did you enjoy yourself, finally under someone else's control?"
In the split second it took my subconscious mind to process the question, I realised that there was only one response I could give. "Y…yes…sir. Although I was scared some of the time I confess being completely at your mercy was completely different even to when my computer program was in control as I had power to set my limits…I no longer have this power and I thank you for making me truly helpless these past days."
"Haha you're welcome and believe me boy you ain't seen nuthin' yet there's plenty more fun coming your way during this lockdown. You can get up now and stretch out, I'm gonna give you some free time today. I'm fixin' to email you some instructions to improve my remote rigging functionality but I'll give you a few days to get it done. Back in your box at 9pm - don't be late or I'll make sure you don't get a good night's sleep!" He gave my cock a somewhat suggestive shock to drive the point home, then left me alone once more.
At 9pm sharp the steel door clunked shut; the sound of my fantasies coming true whether I wanted them to or not vibrated through me for a few seconds before I settled down for another blissful night in captivity.
To be continued…