Building my own business
One of the biggest challenges I had to confront leaving my job at GBS was that I ‘lost’ the comfortable routines I’d developed to cope with the job. It had been the same problem moving in with Dave, though he’d made that easier by adapting his life to help me find my own comfort zone. It may not sound like much, but when you are, like me, essentially dysfunctional unless you can control your environment, it’s a major problem.
Now I was adrift. I had a large ‘workshop’ with my small collection of tools I’d bought for the work I’d done in my old flat, some additional larger tools Dave said he’d no use for now, and several ‘jobs’ awaiting my attention. It had all been a bit fast for me, but with the workshop in the street behind the flat, and with it’s own access, I was on my own to find my new comfort zone. In the end, it took about a month, with several near panic attacks, a few tears, and a lot of love and encouragement from Dave before I settled and began to enjoy myself.
As my confidence grew it got easier and easier to settle into enjoying each task as it came. There was nothing complicated about most of the work. It included things like replacing the webbing in the seats of sets of dining chairs, re-covering leather upholstery, repolishing expensive wooden furniture where the shellac French Polish has been damaged. This is my favourite as I get to work almost on autopilot, first carefully ‘washing’ and dissolving the old surface, and then, when it’s been stripped right down, building up the new finish.
“You know, Tom, this is almost better than the original finish,” Dave remarked as we carefully loaded a beautiful set of drawers of French ‘Empire’ origin.
It had been beautifully built using a light oak, with ebony and inlay details of leaves and fruit on the face of the drawers and the side panels. The top surface had a compass rose design inlay in different tones of wood—a truly beautiful piece.
“It’s a beautiful piece of work. I hope the customer is satisfied.”
“Oh, he will,” Dave replied. “Where did you learn to do work like this?”
“Mostly taught myself,” I replied. “Learned to make the French Polish talking to one of the the old hands at GBS. He showed me how to mix it and apply it. It’s a slow process, but done the right way … Do you really think the owner will pay what you said I should charge? Seems and awful lot …”
“My darling, darling, Tom. He’ll pay what you ask. Frankly, he’ll be absolutely delighted, probably give you a lot more work.”
He wasn’t wrong. The client was delighted, and didn’t even blink when Dave handed him my invoice. We went back to my workshop with a set of antique tables to be restored, and I had earned almost two months wages from GBS. It was a good start, but the work was a little irregular. Some jobs were easy and quick, others needed a lot of time and care, but they all paid, and the slack times were filled with work for Dave which was easy and enjoyable.
“Tom, can you spare a little time to help me with a new piece of gear I’m building?” Dave lounged against the wall watching me work on a small cabinet I was restoring for my own account.
“Sure.” Putting aside my tools—I was carefully repairing a damaged veneer and had just cleaned up the damaged area—I turned to face him. “What do you need?”
“Your body!” The laugh which accompanied this suggested he might not have said this in jest. “I’m at a stage where I need to test something on somebody …”
“Sounds entertaining,” standing I grabbed a broom. “Give me five minutes to clean up and I’ll be there.” Joking I said, “Does this try-out include my been released from my belt?”
“Wait and see,” he shot back. “Five minutes then. In the Oubliette workshop. Come through the flat—and leave your clothes in the flat.”
He grinned as I shut the door to the flat stair. As instructed I’d stripped and wore only the chastity belt. I insisted on wearing mine every day to go to work, and hadn’t removed it. He now only wore his when going out on business.
“As always you look … delicious.” His hug felt good. “And now I want to see if this new idea of mine works. If it does, I think you’ll love it.”
“Oh, so I’m a test dummy now? Sounds like … dangerous …”
“Dangerous?” He laughed. “Not really, very restrictive, but hardly dangerous. Come over here, love, and let’s get started.” Grinning he added, “Actually, you’ve made some of the parts I’m using for it.”
“Really? Will I recognise them?” Positioning myself where he wanted me, I was glad the workshop was warm.
It took quite a while. The first item was a hefty rubber corset secured round my waist. Slowly he built onto it until I was wearing an amazing harness that pinned my arms to my sides at the elbows, and my wrists to the front of the corset, with my hands encased in rubber globes.
A collar held a pair of heavy shoulder pieces, which were joined to the elbow cuffs. The collar had an orthopaedic shape and stiffness and made it impossible to bend my neck, or turn my head. The collar and shoulder pieces were attached to the upper part of the corset by a web of lighter straps and rings at the front and a single broad strap at the back. Two large discs covered my nipples, the inner surface covered in raised dots that teased my nipples as I moved.
From knee to hip were tight fitting ‘chaps’ style thigh pieces, attached to the lower edge of the corset by rings. This left my crotch and butt uncovered—except for the chastity belt.
“How’s it feel, love?”
“Very restrictive!” I joked. “Never thought I’d end up wearing these globes … or these nipple covers.”
“It looks pretty stunning on you,” he replied, his grin wicked. “And it’s not finished yet.” Standing beside me, he cupped my buttock with his hand. “How’s the collar? It gets a muzzle attachment eventually.”
“The collar is fine, tilts my head back a bit.” Grinning I added, “Perfect for giving head, or getting a good face fucking I think.” Hesitating, I asked, “It’s not finished yet?”
“No,” Squeezing my butt, he kissed my cheek. “I needed it on you so I can take some key measurements. When it’s finished, you won’t be going anywhere without help or being able to resist anything I ask.”
“Why would I?” I laughed, adopting my small frightened voice, I teased, “Please, sir, I promise to be good. Please don’t fuck my boyhole and fill me with your cum, sir. Or fuck my mouth using that big pipe that forces my mouth open, sir … I might enjoy it! Sir, can suck my boy pole as much as much as he likes, sir …”
His laugh was an explosion.
“You’re fucking incredible, Tom!” Still laughing band with his eyes, streaming as he wiped them. “Truthfully now? Do you want me to do any of that?”
“Truthfully?” Grinning, I presented my butt. “I really, really need a damned good dose of you as soon as possible. As I am and wherever you fancy! Muzzle me though—I might make a noise …”
“You’ve got it.” The muzzle covered my mouth and he strapped it tight, then moved me across the workshop to. Where he’d stored a set of ‘classic’ village green pillory made me bend and dropped the neck board into place. I heard his rubber jeans hit the floor, and then his gorgeous member was stretching my opening.
It was fabulous and made all the more so by my being so comprehensively restrained, and the angle of my body to receive him. The neck opening in the pillory was lined with a leather covering over, presumably foam rubber which gripped the collar of the harness I was wearing—and if I’d not been so firmly muzzled I would have been shouting for him to fuck me harder.
His final thrust went deep, and trapped in my chastity belt, my own cock tried to release my own cum.
I was weak at the knees when he withdrew slowly and whispered, “Don’t go away, my fabulous love.” He chuckled. “I’m going to plug you, then we’re going upstairs, so I can get a dose of my favourite man.”
Upstairs and with a rather large conical butt plug inside me, Dave turned me to face him, and gently removed the muzzle.
“How’s it feel?”
“This harness, the butt plug or the fuck?” I asked, grinning. I love teasing him like this. I really enjoy his experiments in bondage with me as the subject, especially his creativity and the love he shows afterward. “The harness feels fabulously inescapable, the butt plug is doing things that mean you need to take the chastity belt off me … and the fuck was … as fabulous as you always are, my love.” Leaning toward him I managed to kiss him. “Thank you!”
Kneeling in front of me, he carefully removed the chastity belt, then stood and moved me to our bed.
“Now I’m going to enjoy MY prize, my love.” He grinned as he knelt between my legs, his hand reaching to grip my erect member. “You look so sexy when you’re helpless like this!”
Dave knows just how to give me the most fabulous head, and when I am as completely helpless as I now was thanks to the harness, it is even better. There’s something amazingly beautiful, calming and loving about surrendering complete control of yourself and your sexual pleasure to your lover. Especially one as skilled in giving ‘head’ as Dave is. When I could no longer hold myself back, he swallowed my cum greedily, then stripped himself and moved to lie beside me on the bed, first raising my head slightly with a cushion under my shoulders as the collar tilted my head enough to need this.
“Seriously now, love. Is that harness comfortable?”
“Yes, it is, love, especially now with the cushion. Who is it for?” As he often used me as a living ‘dummy’ to test new ideas, I guessed this was a ‘too order item.
“I need to know because it’s for a client—a potentially big one. He wants to build a dungeon for a sort of club, and asked if I could create this, a couple of other items and maybe help build some of the ‘furniture’ he’s designed for it.” His fingers stroking my cheek, he asked, “Would you like to take on the construction of some of the items for me?”
“If they’re things I can build, love.” Unable to turn my head, I managed to get a look at his face. “I can certainly make things like the stocks you had me in downstairs, and upholstery, woodwork and finishing metal items, but not the actual metalwork—I haven’t the tools for that, or the skills.”
“That’ll do.” Dave bent forward, and planted a kiss on my mouth. His grin wicked, he moved his hand to my cock and began to tease it into an erection. “Most of what he’s wanting requires a wooden frame, and rubber upholstering …” Kissing me again, he chuckled. “Don’t go away, I’ll be a few minutes, and then … Round two.”
Ten minutes later, he was back, wearing a black rubber full face hood and an odd looking belt at his waist from which hung several heavy straps.
“Now, my love, I’m going to fuck myself on that magnificent member of yours,” he said mounting the bed and straddling my waist. His hand found my already hardening cock. “When that harness is fully finished, the wearers cock will be inside a rigid sheath—I’ll show you later—and that will be fucking his partner.” He grinned. “But first you need to be gagged again.”
The gag was a rubber dildo type and he fitted it with ease, attaching it to the collar on my neck.
“I’m greedy,” he said, “I want your cum inside me, my love.” Bending down, he kissed my now harness embraced face and grinned. “Then I’m going to fit the sheath to you, and try out the rest of this harness system.”
With that, he moved back, lifted slightly to position himself, then bit his lip as he slowly lowered himself onto my erection. Pausing for a moment, he gave me a smile and blew a kiss, then attached the straps from the belt he wore to the corset at my waist, the ‘chap’ cuffs on my thighs, tightening these until movement between us was very limited.
“Fuck me,” he whispered. “Push into me as far as you can, love …”
I did my best. At first I couldn’t get much stimulation at all, but slowly worked out how to push my stiff member against his sensitive areas. For his part he managed sort of squirm on my cock. It took a long time, but eventually I reached my tipping point, and with a massive thrust pushed myself hard into him and felt my cock erupt.
He stayed in place until my shrivelling member finally slipped out of him. Freeing himself, he leaned down, kissed me and loosened the gag.
“The guy who ordered this outfit is a bit of a sadist I suspect. Want me to fit the sheath and complete the outfit for you?”
“Might as well, love,” I managed, my mouth still full of the saliva the gag had caused. I grinned. “That was fantastic for me, I hope it was as good for you …”
“Good? A dose of you in my manhole is always good, love—good doesn’t even cover it. Every time I have you inside me is good.” Kissing me again, he asked, “Honestly now, do you want to try that sheath? I’ll have to stand you up so I can fit the leg pieces as well.”
“Then get going, love.”Smiling I added, “Do I get a reward? Another good fucking from you?”
