Deep Down in the Depths of Servitude

DR. D and his mate are excellent hosts. Post burial and disinterment I ate well, enjoyed the pool, had stimulating conversations about the ‘life’ and other subjects, never touching on politics or religion, one of the social club’s rules. The guest room accommodation was five stars, though I did have trouble sleeping, part of the aftereffects, I guess, of my four-day trial. The burial vault was resealed, the hole backfilled and the surroundings restored to their original patio and swing arrangement before DR. D’s mate or I visited the area.

DR. D shared some details about my safety team. I already knew that he was an MD. I now know that he is a cardiac surgeon. Helping him monitor my health were three others from the social club. One is also an MD, a pathologist. I had been told about him before, but I don’t know which one he is and still do not. The third member is one of the submissives from the club. He is a Physician’s Assistant (PA) and works in a large medical group. The last is another Dominant who is a RN specializing as a Trauma Nurse in a hospital emergency room. I don’t know who is who. They worked as two people teams on twelve-hour shifts. Someone was always awake watching the monitors connected to me as well as the vault conditions. Also, on site available to help dig out the hole at a moment’s notice were always two additional social group members. All with previous practice at digging out the grave.

During the long weekend, the only one from the club that did not participate, by design, was DR. D’s mate, as he was not to know how the vault and safety systems worked. He was at the party but had no idea that the vault and I were there. Some of the social club members were simply guests attending the pool party happening above me. There were non club members also at the party.

DR. D’s mate was unaware of the vault as it was installed while he was away on a weeklong business trip. While I still don’t know the identities of the Doms and subs that make up the social club, I now know what most of them do to earn a living. As indicated, there are two doctors, a PA and an RN. Turns out there is also a stonemason and a general contractor. They did the vault building project. There is a finish carpenter, who made the box. There is an engineer (PE) who did calculations on survivability. While not tied to this project specifically, I know that in the group there is a VP of Security at one of the Vegas casinos, a pharmaceutical sales representative, a film director/editor, a schoolteacher, an owner of a welding and fabrication business and a commercial artist. Don’t know what the other members do. Seems that Doms and subs come from all walks of life.

I do not want to be buried again. The experience was exhilarating as well as frightening. It is just not my thing. I enjoy other aspects of bondage submission much more. I had no ill effects afterwards. I have had some dreams that touch on the experience, but they are not an issue. I have many more dreams about my other encounters with the boys.

I did enjoy, believe it or not, being drugged and waking up naked in bondage. That’s a fantasy made real. I had no ill effects from it. Specifically, no headache or hangover. Whatever they used was good and effective. I was zonked. They were able to do a lot of things to prepare me for the project with me completely unaware. He did supplement my initial drugging. I had previously signed medical releases and agreements with DR. D which gave him permission to do what he did, though I really didn’t know what I was signing, typical of most times I sign medical forms with my doctors. The AMA and the state medical board may not have approved, but I have no issues. All in all, it was a good start to this adventure.

DR. D has given me the AI alter films of both my hanging/post hanging abuse and my raping the lady. Both are done amazingly well. The sub from the social club who is a film editor did the work. Very professional. I don’t know if I have the only copies. Probably not. A risk I’ll have to live with. No question it is my face in the videos.  I would love someday to be shown how these are made. Something society in general should have some concerns regarding its use.

DR. D sent me less recordings of this escapade, unlike the full accountings I got of my last two trips here.  Primarily this was because there was not much to watch during the time of my interment. While I lay tied securely to the cot, things may have been happening to my body through the electrical play and certainly to me mentally, but that doesn’t produce action news on film. He concluded that they would not help with my journal, so he didn’t send them other than maybe ten minutes of video just to put me on record inside the closed box with very low light, strapped down, wired up, at their mercy. What I did get that was helpful and arousing was all the initial unconscious raping of my ass and other play on the bench. Also, he sent the team securing me, tubing me, and wiring me on the cot, putting me in the box, then in the hole, then filling it in and making it undetectable. He also sent me being unearthed and my massage. So, I have no recordings from inside my box or outside for most of the four days I was down under and that is why my writing about that interval is not as detailed and descriptive as my previous journals. For that time, I can only rely on my clouded recollection of what was happening and what I felt. By the end it was difficult to know what was occurring to me as I was having great trauma in separating reality from hallucinations.

Physically I was stiff from not moving for four days. The electric muscle stimulation and the post massage both seem to help. I was given my post adventure medical prescription regiment as on previous trips. Mentally, I was clearly a mess by the end of the interment, but I regained my footing quickly as soon as I was set free and had no complications.

DR. D’s mate has had his birthday, and he got his present. His fantasy was to be entombed long term, and it was turned into a reality. DR. D has not shared full details as he keeps much of their relationship activities private as it should be in a loving couple, but I have been told that his partner was sexually entertained while buried but not abused mentally to the level I was. BTW, his long-term experience turns out to be a duration of 144 hours, that is six full days seal in the vault, seven feet down cover and hidden under the swing. It’s what he wanted.  He claims it was his best birthday ever. Through DR. D, the Birthday Boy sent me a thank you note and a Starbucks gift card in appreciation for my sacrifice made to ensure his safety.

DR. D and I are talking about another playdate with the Common Bonds Social Club. There is nothing specific yet and no date schedule. We will see. Sir Michael, DR, D and I all agree that it will not include a burial. At my request and mutual agreement, this type of activity is being added to our contract’s ‘Activities Not Acceptable aka Hard Limits’ list.

Respectfully submitted,

Bobbie

Reviewed and approved for publication by DR. D and Sir Michael.