Eight Days in a Binding Contract

Wednesday afternoon. “I gave you the break this morning because to me this evening will be a tough one, although as I have heard from you many times, this is your favorite bondage. I want you to reclean your butt as it you are going to bound a long time with a plug in you and if you’re not empty, I think you’ll be unhappy. Before you do that, I want your pee in the measuring cup again as you won’t be able to go for hours, and as I said yesterday, I was told by Doctor Ron that I need to check both the color and quantity, leave it on the hopper. Get it done and report to the garage naked. Bring your phone and earbuds with you.” I comply.

I’m sure this session will be me being mummified. That is, I’m going to be tightly wrapped, hopefully head to toe in industrial plastic wrap. I was expecting this sometime this week because Sir Michael had asked me a little while back where to get the wrap. Amazon has everything. As indicated, I don’t get bound by my wife at home often, but a few times over the years it was this way and I love it the most. It is the most movement restrictive binding that I have ever experience and it super excites me. And for some reason, I can endure this binding longer than any of the others I have tried; I’ve gone as long as four hours. I have always been let loose before I wanted to be as the wife gets bored and had concerns for my health.

I am right. I enter the dungeon and Sir Michael has placed his newly made inclined table in the center of the room. Sitting on it is a full roll of eighteen-inch-wide industrial shipping stretch wrap. It is black, not the more traditional clear; what a nice touch, how thoughtful. I am told to stand about two feet away from the table, with my back to it. I notice the two comfort fans are on, sending a gentle breeze across my shoulders, Sir Michael has made it reasonably comfortable in the dungeon. He takes my phone, asks for my password, fiddles around with it and sits it aside. He says, “Spread your legs and keep your head facing forward and your eyes closed.” I do as I’m told. I feel his hands spreading my butt and lube being applied to my hole. Then something blunt is pushed against it and with a little effort it slides in. I’m not sure what it is but going in it felt like one of the electro bullets that I play with at home except this seemed like a much bigger size than the ones I own. It’s not uncomfortable now that it has seated but I’m very concern that I’m now going to be shocked. Electro play can be a lot of fun with some programs and at reasonable levels and can be pure torture at high straight shock levels. My home play has always been with me adjusting the settings, but I won’t have that privilege today. I have no idea of the plans for me. I dare not ask. I’m uneasy.

“Put in your earbuds, then place your arms to your sides and keep your legs together. Music is already playing thru the buds, rather loud. At least it is music I can enjoy, 70’s and 80’s. He then wraps an ACE bandage around my head, not too tightly, covering my ears and my eyes. This both takes away my sight and holds the buds secure in my ears. I can no longer see or hear what Sir Michael is doing.

He started at my chest winding around my body capturing my arms to the sides with the wrap. The first full circle around me and my arms are already trapped, pressed against my sides. He circles again slightly moving downward, my elbows now locked against me, then around again and the forearms are captured then the hands. Down it goes. He is pulling the wrap tight with each rotation. It is smooth and cool. Tight. I feel him now at about my hips. As he circles around my butt I feel a tug from my hole. He is maneuvering the wire from the electrode in my ass, so it won’t be trapped under the plastic.  As he comes around passing over my groin, I realize he has covered my dick. It is pressed against me. The wife had left it exposed so she would have something to play with, well, it’s not up to me. Down to the ankle and to the top of my feet. Then he starts to circle back up again. Interesting, my feet are still bare, I wonder if they will stay that way? Around and around, always keeping tight, adjusting the wire coming from me as he passes by. I feel great and excited. He now passes where he started and works up to my neck. It is then again back down, when we pass the chest, we are at layer three. With each succeeding layer it feels more binding and secure although I would not have been able to move much, if any, past the second wrapping. Back up we come; we are at number four. Wow. He stops again at the neck and seems to cut the roll. I feel him smooth out the final stretch like he is sealing it to the layer below it. A few minutes passed and I stand there, careful to stay erect as I could easily lose my balance and there would be no stopping the nasty fall. I now feel him at my lips with his hand trying to spread them. I hear him speak loudly trying to overcome the music playing in my ear, “OPEN”.  Oh, I get it, I’m to open my mouth and I do, not exactly understanding why but I instantly found out. My metal ring gag is pushed into my mouth past my teeth. I’m confused as to the thought, but I don’t resist. He adjusts it to his liking and buckles it behind my head. This gag is the type that extends just a bit past the teeth with side arms assisting the ring in keeping the mouth open. I have a selection of ring gags at home, who knows why, but I have found that while playing I am able to tolerate this one far longer than the others. My nervousness grows a bit when I connect the facts that I am going to be bound to a point of being complete immobile and I am now gagged with my mouth and throat accessible to all.

Again a few minutes pass and I feel him start wrapping where he had left off at my neck.  He seems to be going slower as he works this wide wrap around my neck and chin forming it to my narrower contours as he goes, he makes three passes before he comes higher. I hear him again loudly talk into my ear, “Take a deep breath.” I do and the wrap passes over my mouth and nose, pressing the gag against my face and instantly sealing off my air supply. I can tell he is now trying to work quickly as he circles this loop a second, third and fourth time around my face and head.  He stops and I feel him working the roll and it seems to fall away. I am in no trouble yet, a have plenty of air in my lungs. But if he wanted to, he could really make me suffer or simply let me die as I couldn’t stop him. We all know that’s not the plan and I’m not scared at the moment, not even anxious. I wait. He quickly smooths out the wrap now on my face and I hear him say something in my right ear like “have you blown your load yet you sick cunt?”  And I feel him poking at the wrap covering the center of the ring gag. He pops through and a little hole is made through the wrap. He then starts cutting around the circumference of the ring as I exhale and breath in. I was never in trouble and the gag was a genius way of wrapping my face tightly while providing a fast and safe cutting point for getting my airway back open quickly. I am impressed with his ingenuity and foolishly less concern about my wide-open mouth. As my nose was still shut off, he went to work cutting away a small air passage to my nostrils. This was all accomplished while keeping my face securely wrapped. He wasn’t done yet though, and wrapping around in a variety of circle routes he made my head completely encased with plastic wrap. He then continued back down my neck, never encroaching on my opened air ways, circling till he reached my chest where this all began. I faintly hear “Good enough?” He must be done.

I’m wrong. I feel him grip my two arms and again, faintly, hear him say “Shuffle back.” With his help I am able to slowly move back till I feel myself bump into what I guess is the incline table. I now feel him grip me hard behind my shoulder and reach around me grabbing me with his other arm as he pushes me over and down onto the table. I fall back. Awkward, but he gets it done, I am now laying down on the table. He pushes and pulls me, getting me to where he wants me on his platform. 

Next, I feel him at my groin, he’s pulling and lifting up the wrap. I feel the coldness of a pair of scissors cutting away the plastic. I hope he’s using the medical safety sheers I brought with me, I can’t remember if I gave them to him. I’m not really interested in being cut down there. He cuts some, then pushes away the wrap and tries to pull out my dick. He needs to cut some more, does and again attempts to pull out my dick. He cuts around a little more and with some more pulling he extracts both my dick and balls through a hole just large enough to let them escape but small enough to grip around their base. I can’t see but they feel like they are being prominently displayed where they can be fully abused and tortured. I hope that is not the plan.

A short time later I felt something again pressing on my chest. This is Sir Micheal putting on more wrap. After about two passes I figured out what he was doing. I am being secured to the table. The wrap goes over me then under the tabletop and back up over me again. It’s being pull tight just as the previous body wrapping. He takes a path all the way down to my feet then back up again leaving my package uncovered this time. He passes the chest up to the neck and back down again to the feet. And it feels like the roll is cut free and the end tucked in. Now he is back up at my head. He lifts it up slightly and slips what I guess to be a small rolled up towel under my neck and a second flat towel under my head and I am lowered back down. I barely hear him speak when he says: “Take a deep breath” into my left ear and I feel the wrap go around my head and over my mouth pulling my head tight to the tabletop. I can tell by the downward pull of the wrap that is holding my head that it is being secured to the narrow extension of the table. Two, three, four more times he goes around the table and the area covering my mouth and nose before moving a little further up my head then back down in a crisscross fashion down to and around my neck. These extra revolutions cause a longer delay this time before he cuts my mouth and nose openings free of wrap, but I was fine. No oxygen deprivation.

Now he’s done. I attempt to move. I can’t move anything but my toes. From my feet to my head, I am affixed to the table. I cannot move my arms, my hands, even my fingers. I try my legs, absolutely no movement. Flex my feet an only my toes can wiggle. Swivel my hips, no. Can’t twist my neck, cannot make my head rise or even turn side to side, it is fixed in place. I knew from my previous wrappings at home to keep my lungs full of air when being wrapped so you don’t lose or overly restrict the ability to have for chest rise and fall. While it is restricted some, my breathing is not labored, I’ll be fine with the breathing. I know to some this would be intolerable, to me this is super. Of course, I am speaking to the method of how I am bound and how it feels on my body and how it feels in my mind. What happens to me while I am completely vulnerable remains to be seen. I’m already concerned about the toy hiding in my butt.

I feel a pat on my shoulder and then nothing. Music is playing in my ears blocking out all other sounds. I cannot see. I cannot move. All one can do is ponder the world, one’s predicament, daydream and fantasize, maybe sleep, and wait. And I do. There is no choice in the matter. Every few minutes you run a mental body check. My only real concerns long term is my jaw that is held open by the metal gag. It’s not an overly wide ring so I’m not stretched too wide open. It may even be a safety feature as I’m not sure if Sir Michael’s member can fit through it. Other risks are head tension and neck cramping as my head has been immobilized quite well and to accomplish that it is tightly held. Swallowing with a ring gag is also a bit more challenging, but with the incline plane it is much easier than if I were flat. I know the longest I’ve been wrapped before was four hours. I expect with all the effort from building the table, buying the wrap, to binding me down, I likely will be here till late this evening. I’ll be setting a new endurance record for myself. BTW, this ended up being an accurate prediction.

I have no way of keeping track of time. I lay here for what seemed like hours. Waiting, waiting, waiting for something to happen. Fantasizing about all kinds of things that could be done to me. And finally wishing they would happen soon, no matter how harsh, just to break the monotony. You listen to your breathing. You flex your muscles regularly just to feel the plastic pushing back. Reminding yourself that you have no control, just like you asked. It is both an amazing feeling and a frustrating feeling. And I loved it. Probably having the best time so far this week. I was like a gift at Christmas, a beautifully wrapped package waiting under the tree for someone to come play with me. All I need is a bow, maybe I have one, can’t see, don’t know.

After the week was over and we were out of our roles, Sir Michael briefed me on many items that occurred to me during the week that because of the methods of bondage and isolation used on me, I was not aware of the details. Turns out this solitude part of this session lasted exactly two- and one-half hours. He also said another fun fact is that all the different events that occurred during this particular session involving the wrap were the first ideas that he visualized when we began chatting about a dominant submissive meeting knowing of my fondness for this particular restrictive bondage coupled with his first thoughts of discipline he knew. When he started working on the contract, he wrote the following section knowing he planned to do this to me: ‘All listed bound positions can be combined with sexual or torture/discipline activities OR the Submissive can be left bound with no active attention so he may suffer in bondage solitude while contemplating his current servitude and life. Such idle bondage periods allow the Dominant time to amuse and excite himself or tend to personal needs/work/hobbies as Dominant cannot and should not be expected to give 100% of his attention to the lowly Submissive.’ By the end of the night, Sir punched the ticket on every aspect of this contract section. For the record, I had no objection to the section when I signed, and I don’t now. He reported that he did spend some time in the room with me while I was in solitude but that he also had one of those baby monitors with a camera pointed at me so he could watch me from his bedroom while at his desk. Although I was unaware of the baby monitor, it was used throughout the week to always keep an eye on me.

And I am still laying here in complete isolation and helplessness. Then, suddenly without warning the solitude is interrupted. What was that? Something is happening. It’s my butt. I’m getting buzzed. Its building inside of me, slowly, oh, oh, oh, now it is going down again, no its building ohhhhh, its buzzing. My body instinctively tries to push up, but I am held fast to the table, now it’s really getting intense, my hips are jerking my dick is bouncing, ohhhh, wait, it is going down, I’m still buzzing, now its back up, oh, too intense, a little pain, now it’s gone, pain back, body jumping inside, outside is held fast, vibration, gyration of my rectal muscles clenching the hardness in my butt then letting go, grabbing at it again and again, pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, mind in euphoria, gasping for breath, its going down, down buzz, now going up again, another cycle pain pleasure, more pleasure, pain again, not too much, now more, pricking, buzzing again, muscles convulsing, cramping, loosing up again, pain, buzzing, Oh God this is wonderful, ball are tingling, straining, now stinging, muscles relaxed and immediately tenses again back and forth, straining at my bonds, heart pounding, slowly going away, here it goes again, will it ever stop, I can’t take this, oh, oh, oh, pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, there’s the pain, oh muscles straining again, clenching, oh my butt, oh my, oh my, I have trouble catching my breath, and in an instant it’s gone, now I’m fine, just a little trembling but the weapon has silenced itself. Not sure how long that lasted, seemed like about a minute. I hear nothing, I feel nothing. I lay there motionless in my limbs, but my mid-section is still swirling some, trying to settle down. Calm. Breathing now under control. Resting. I wait. Maybe three minutes, and then buzz, mid body in motion again. Seems like the same cycle, it’s a crazy pain-pleasure rattling that is attacking my body, it is a rapture bordering on unpleasant discomfort. After another minute, it stops again. Recovery. I seem to rest a little longer this time before it starts again. This time I’m not sure it is exactly the identical pattern, but it is very close with the same effects being delivered. And it’s done. I rest, but not as long as I did before. And then my body is shaking again, vibrating, gyrating yet unable to go anywhere. I am held fast by the unyielding bonds fighting against my flexing muscles and easily winning the war, I have no control. My eyes are squeezed shut even though I can’t see from my blindfold. My heart is racing, my respiration is fast. My mind begs please stop, no don’t, yes please. This is Heaven and Hell. From my open mouth gag comes only groans. I don’t think I could form real words and would be punished if I did. Is this punishment? It can’t be punishment if it also feels so fantastic, yet it isn’t, I’m confused, there is ecstasy and pain so intermixed. I’ve heard of bondage-pain sluts, is this what it’s all about? Is this what they love? I’m saved by the gag, as even though it’s open it does suppress my ability effect coherent language. And my mind can’t do it anyway. Groans are the sound to be uttered today. The electro-egg is silent again. Even though its off, my internal trembling and hyper-breathing continues for a while past the torture. Is this torture?  But it feels good too, pain, pleasure. My mind is as confused as my body is reacting. At rest, all is calm. Things become clear again. I’m sure that this last cycle was slightly more powerful than the last one, maybe slightly longer too. On it goes. Mind lost again, body doing its thing. And off. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve now been shocked/vibrated, whatever this is. I have figured out that the rest period between jolts seem to be random, and that each time they seem to be a little more intense with slightly higher and lower variations of the pain wave, and the contraction are migrating further out into the body, but the real effects are in my butt and groin. I’m sexually aroused, I think I’m hard. When I’m baring down and push against my bonds have the same feeling as one who is climaxing, but I feel no pulsing from my balls so I’m pretty sure I haven’t.

I have no idea how long this treatment lasted. I was told later in Sir Michael’s phone debriefs that an hour was planned, but they quit at about forty minutes because they were concerned when I started babbling. He said they watched closely both during every moment of the energy application and during the rest periods and were ready to cut me free should anything go sour. Safety first. He did say it was fun to watch and he was sure I was going to piss myself, but I didn’t.

I feel something in my mouth then a wetness on my tough. A dribble of water is being poured in, make that slowly squirted in my mouth. It is done gradually and carefully so I can swallow. I’m being hydrated. It seems like a decanter with a spout is being used. I imagine it is like the ones we used in chemistry class. It works, I get a good drink. I needed it. Hope it doesn’t make me need too pee, nothing I can do if I do. I rested bound tight for what I think was another thirty minutes or so when I was startled by my dick being handled. Something was being attached, felt like bands being tightened around my member. One band was being placed just behind and pulled tight around the head of my dick and one also tightened around the throat of my ball sack. Next, I felt something pulling and poking the wrap near my chest nipples. A hole was being cut around my right nipple and then the left. My now exposed nipples were then grabbed, pinch and twisted. It hurt. I immediately felt something being push against my right nip and it being uncomfortably pulled up. I couldn’t see it, but my nipple was being sucked into one of those hand pump nipple tubes. I could feel the tube being disconnected then it was wiggle, sending pain across my boob. The left nipple then received the same treatment. At rest again. Maybe only about five minutes this time when WHAM. Tremendous pain exploded in my butt. My legs butt and back all strained against my bonds that would not yield. It lasted maybe for a four-count then stopped. I know I yelled out. I laid there. A minute or so later, WHAM, my ass again. Unbelievable pain, it felt worse than the first. I screamed. I press hard against my bonds. A four-count and it’s gone. I hate this. It hurts so bad when it happens, yet I find that very quickly after the pain is gone.  Can I get through this? WACK, my balls are lit up, I thought the butt pain was bad, this is worse. I scream again but this time a hand is push over my mouth silencing the sound. After about four seconds, it is over, my body falls back down from pushing upward and the hand is removed. A minute later, WACK in the balls again. A scream and a hand over the mouth. Body tensed, power off body and dick relax hand taken away. It’s like someone is hitting me with a baseball bat right in the nuts, yet about ten second later, I’m good again. Then WACK/WHAM, both my balls and dick and my ass simultaneously. Twice the shock, twice the pain.  And that time maybe a little longer, a six count?  And this one takes a little longer to go away. I feel tears flowing out of my eyes wetting the ACE bandage. I lay there. I am not happy this is severe pain application, it’s a hard list item. And suddenly, my music stops. In my ear a hear tenderly said, “Did you forget about your safe words?” I call out as loud as I can “Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow!” My music comes back on. WHAM. About four seconds again, and it hurts, but it is definitely not as strong. But it still hurts more than I could ever enjoy. More than what I consider to be a two to three pain level I agreed to in the contract. “Yellow, yellow”, I yell out.  About a minute latter, WHAM, another shot to my butt. My body still clenches and pushes on the bonds, but it was definitely more tolerable. Still, I call out “Yellow.”  A minute later WHAM in the butt. This hurts but it is manageable. I say nothing. The pain is staying with me a little longer than before, but again manageable. The music stops again. I hear, “Are you still with us? You, OK?” I meekly respond, “Green” and the music returns. We go through the same drill on the dick and ball shocks and get to a green level, that is a two to three pain level on a scale of one to five. I’m left to rest for about ten minutes where I start to drift off to sleep when I am jolted back to reality with a shock at the green level to my butt, then quickly I am then subjected to a couple of wiggles of my nipple tubes, then immediately to a green ball/dick shock, then again nipple wiggles,  butt shock, wiggle, ball shock, wiggle which goes on till a series of five rounds has been completed which was just when I was going to hit the Yellow call out again. No need, this torture seemed to be done.  My music goes off again and in my ear I hear: “Don’t sleep without permission, control your outbursts, remember your safe words.” I think, are you kidding me? My balls and butt were tortured for that? Well, anything is fair if it pleasures my Dominant and whatever you do, don’t question this out loud. I wonder if I will ever become subservient enough that I never question motives, methods and severity of what my Dominant does to me. I feel the bands coming of my dick and balls and my nipple being released. My nipples at this point are the only place where I was still feeling discomfort. The pain in my privates is just a memory.