On Display to Thousands

The screen goes blank. Nothing more is said to me. No explanation offered. My gag is mercifully removed, being on way too long. I am given another twenty or so unexpected hard hits to my rump by a leather paddle. I can feel the heat, and I know they are rose color red.

After the unexpected paddling, I’m unstrapped and stood up, wrists handcuffed behind my back. More gently than I expected, the urethral sound is extracted, cage unlocked and my cock given its freedom. I am then taken by Master D’s sub to the toilet and told to pee. There is someone else standing in the vault, ready to receive me, forever to remain anonymous.

Having unavailable hands, he holds my dick as I try to go standing. So hard to do as shy bladder syndrome kicks in. In time I go, it burns from irritation caused by the sound. He shakes me off and then he brings me to the bondage bed. There my handcuffs are removed, and I am told to lie down. My feet are secure by leather cuffs to the foot board, my wrists to the side rails. A blindfold is placed over my eyes and earmuffs playing music over my ears.

Master D is now bedside. Rasing the earmuffs off one ear he says, “The blindfold and headphones are to help you get some sleep. There will likely be other activities here in my playroom overnight. You have a very, very busy day tomorrow. It’s the whole reason I rented you, so I want you to rest. Do not waste time fretting that your last adventure was the end of your life and marriage back home. It wasn’t.”

“So far, you’ve been a hell of a bargain at one dollar. Hope that holds true for the rest of the weekend,” is his final comment.  And off he goes.

I say to myself, thank you Lord for answering my prayers. I’m sure his statement to not fret is his confirmation that what just happened was contrived. How it was produced and her seeming so real is beyond me.

Although I’m exhausted, I don’t fall asleep right away. So many events of the day to ponder, to commit to long term memory so I can complete my journal entries in the morning. That last game with my wife still spinning in my head. And in the morning, what is it he is going to do with me. All weekend long there has been a buzz about tomorrow. I’m not sure when, but I eventually drift off.

I am disturbed a couple of times during the night. The cage below my bed is opened and someone’s sub is placed in there for the night. Whoever this is, he doesn’t bother my sleep. Someone else was brought in, bound to one of the pieces of furniture, whipped, fucked and then taken back out again. It woke me, but there were no screams, the sub was well trained from what I could hear threw the earmuffs.

From my own self-bondage play at night when my wife is away, I have trained myself to be able to sleep when bound as I am. I can sleep even when more severely self-restricted. I get some sound sleep once I have cleared my nagging thoughts.