Exploring Bondage
Three months of living with my lover deeper my feelings for him, feelings made especially warm by our ritual of locking each other into the chastity belts first thing in the morning and unlocking them as soon as I got home again in the evening. In between I’d started doing some of the small ‘finishing’ work on stuff he was making for clients, like riveting loops and cuffs. I’d also done some ‘restoration’ work on some copies of antique chairs for a friend of his—who told him that the chairs now looked better and more authentic than when he’d got them. I’d been surprised by the amount Dave got paid for my work, and by Dave’s handing the whole lot over to me …
In an odd way, wearing the chastity belt when at work or out and about, actually gave me some confidence. In a way it had a calming effect on me, and a sense of belonging. Dave remarked on it.
“You seem to find being locked into that belt enjoyable, Tom.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked, grinning at him as he unlocked it. In truth, I did. For one thing it did give me a slightly more masculine ‘bulge’ in my jeans, though not an obvious one. I laughed as he dismantled it and my erection rose. “I wouldn’t call it enjoyable, actually—more that it gives me a sense of being worth something. Of belonging to someone who cares about me.”
Wrapping me in his arms, he kissed me firmly. “Well, with it, or without it, I love you, and I love the fact we belong to each other.” His hand stroked my erection. “Want to try on a new item I’ve made specially for you?”
“As long as it’s something my gorgeous Master can ravage me in …” Thrusting my stiff member into his hand, I laughed, grasping his erection. “Go for it.”
“Hmm, cheeky, huh? First I’m going to gag you then. Turn around and stand in the corner while I fetch your new rubber wear.” He must have had the thing close to hand, because he slipped the thick rubber muzzle into place over my mouth, drew the ‘spider’ of rubber straps over my head and tightened them swiftly. “That’ll stop you being cheeky. Now stay there while I fetch your new jacket. No cheating, no turning around to peep. Got it?”
I grunted and nodded. Damn, this muzzle certainly was effective and surprisingly comfortable! He was not gone long, and when he returned, I could hear the jingle of metal buckles and the sound of heavy rubber being unfolded. Then he ordered me to turn around and face him.
“Put your arms into the sleeves, love.” Dave stood in front of me holding the heavy rubber strait jacket open for me. “Your lessons in obedience start here.”
The muzzle gag I was wearing left me unable to respond cheekily. Inserting my arms into the long, heavy, sleeves, then turned so he could fasten the rear zip. The rubber, initially cold, was heavy and a good fit for me. Working steadily, Dave laced over the zipper, tightening the fit, then overlaid the laces with a series of rubber straps and buckles. Now the ‘body’ was seriously ‘snug’, and he secured my arms across my front and secured them with heavy straps hastened to the mitts encasing my hands, behind me. What I couldn’t see was the way these straps went under one of the oversteps covering the zip. Then he fastened a further cuff attached to the front of the jacket over my crossed forearms.
“And now, my cheeky bride to be, the under straps that prevent any upward displacement …” Bending down he passed a pair of ‘tails’ between my legs, reached round me and looped first one and then the other through slider buckles on my left and on my right. Adjusting these carefully he checked everything, straightened up and grinned. “Still feeling cheeky?” His hands gripped my butt cheeks, now ‘lifted’ slightly by the under straps and squeezed gently. “Happy?”
All I could do in response was lean against him and lay my head on his shoulder. Happy didn’t really describe my feeling. The jacket was tight, I couldn’t move, and there was certainly no escape. I loved the feeling of being totally in his control, and at his mercy for whatever he planned to do next.
Holding me against his chest, he sighed.
“I was going to save you for after supper, but …” Lowering me to the bed, he knelt, had me open my legs and began to give me ‘head’.
There was nothing for me to do, but lay back and enjoy it. So I did.
“I’ve been thinking,” Dave said as we lay in bed enjoying the feeling of just having made love and both savouring the taste of each other’s cum. “You really enjoy working on restoring stuff and making things …” Kissing me, he smiled, “So maybe we can find a way for you to do it for a living. Work for yourself instead of for someone like GBS.”
“Work for myself?” I hesitated, my mind racing. “I don’t think … I’d be no good at it—I get distracted, and I don’t like being interrupted by people when I need to concentrate … besides, I don’t know how to get work, or …”
His finger on my lips stopped me.
“Listen to yourself. Listen to me.” Smiling he teased, his finger on my lips cutting off my protest. “Stop for a moment. You do the bit that you enjoy and are good at—the refurbishing and the making—and someone else does all the dealing with people and finding customers …”
“If only!” I objected. “But where do I find someone to do that for me? Someone I can work with, who isn’t going to upset me, and will put up with my not being sociable?”
“You know, you really do get in your own way sometimes.” He sounded exasperated. “Can’t you think of anyone you do get along with? Who socialises with you? Who knows how to work with you and appreciate you for yourself?”
“No …” I began, then stopped. “Yes, I can. You. But you’ve already got your business …”
“Yes, this one and a couple of other irons in the fire. Listen, Tom, and try listening to exactly what I’m saying.” Watching my face, he paused. “You already know—or should do—that I don’t actually need to run this business. It really started as my way of giving my family the middle finger, and I keep it going because, well, at intervals it gives me the chance to really get up their noses, but my income actually comes from the fact I own several properties and the agencies that manage them—and sell on properties we’ve bought.” He laughed. “My aunt’s legacy. The family did their best to fuck me over and fucked themselves in the process. The old bird was a lesbian and a lawyer. She knew what she was doing, and taught me more than a few tricks.”
“Wait a moment …” Light finally got through the mush I call thinking. “Are you saying that YOU were my landlord?”
“See, I told you, you aren’t stupid.” Before I could respond, he had me under him and pinned to the bed. Kissing me, he smiled. “I didn’t know it, until I knew where you lived—and the letting agent won’t forget it either. Bastard. Now, about my suggestion; are you listening yet? Or do I have to put you in a strait jacket and fuck what I’m saying into you?”
“You wish …” I tried to throw him off, but he’s stronger and had the advantage of sitting on my hips as he pinned my wrists firmly to the bed. With my legs restricted by the bedding, I couldn’t move him. “Damn it, Dave … I can’t ask you for any more. You’re already giving me far more than I deserve.”
“Bullshit. Swallow that pride and get this into your head. I’m well able to do even more for you, and I want to, but I love you and want to honour what you asked of me … to respect your independence …” Pausing, he released my wrists. “I’m offering to set you up repairing and restoring furniture for another business I have an interest in—and to do more work for my business—The Oubliette. You can easily double what you get from GBS—and still have your independence.”
For a minute I watched his face, not speaking. Then I smiled and gripped his arms. “Let me sleep on it, my love. I promise I’ll give you an answer tomorrow …”
I was awake before him the next morning quietly slipped out of bed, used the toilet and prepared myself thoroughly, then came back to bed and woke him with a kiss.
“Good morning, beloved,” I said as he stirred, and reached out to hug me. Our mouths met in a very tender kiss, and I whispered, “I’ve got an answer for you, love, but before I give it to you, you have to do something for me.” My hand found his already hardening cock—he’s always really hard first thing in the morning.
“What’s that, love?”
“That you make love to me right now, face to face, like the first time you … did it with me.” Grinning I squeezing his thick, solid pole gently. “Ready? My pussy needs to feel you filling it.”
“Tom …” he sighed. “You say the nicest, sexist, things …”
Rolling with him, I settled on my back, spreading my legs as he lay on top of me and gripped my head to kiss me. No more words were needed, he was in complete control now and I raised my legs when he moved to a convenient position, and, when he settled, wrapped them over his shoulders.
His entry was slow, loving and beautiful to feel as he slid into my carefully lubricated opening. This, only the second time he’d fucked me like this, was even better than the first. His thrusting member hit my inner gland each time sending an electric thrill through me and making me moan in pleasure. It was so intense, it couldn’t last long, and didn’t but I pulled him close as he thrust himself deep with a shudder as his cock pulsed and his cum flooded into me.
It was several minutes before he slipped out of me and I lowered my legs so he could lie on top of me.
“Thank you, my love,” I whispered between the kisses he planted. Hugging him to me I nibbled his ear lobe. “And now I can give you my answer, love.”
“And it is?” He laughed. “If I don’t like it … it’s going to be the wrist cuffs …”
“Oooh. Threats! And the hood? Why not the strait jacket as well?” Pushing my own erection against his stomach, I laughed. “I thought about your suggestion, love … and I’ll do it.”
“Wise choice.” Grinning, he kissed me firmly, “But I’m still going to cuff you to the bed while I enjoy my morning feast!”
