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I got home a little later than usual on no particular Friday. Nothing much
planned for the weekend, other than to be woken up several times nightly by idiot
help desk people who couldn't figure out that their problem wasn't my fault. I
hate being on call. My answering machine light was blinking. I thought to myself,
I just got home and it's already started. I hit the button and was pleasantly
surprised.
"Hey Richard, it's Joanne."
Hot damn!
"Mistress asked me to give you a message, she's having a party tomorrow and your
services are required. She says to be here at her home, properly prepared, and
promptly at 5:45pm - or else."
I thought to myself 'Shit I'm on call this weekend', as I listened to the reset
of the message.
"She's got about half a dozen girls coming as servers. Rumors are it's a vanilla
party - at least as vanilla as she gets." I thought I heard a slight chuckle
under her breath. "I don't know what she wants you for - though I'm dying to find
out. See ya' then!" And the message ended.
A party at Mistress' house. And she wanted me there. I was filled with both
excitement and dread. At her parties anything could happen. And usually did. To
me. I'd have to make some lame excuse to get out of work for the weekend. I'd
probably pay up the wahzoo for it. Extra weekends. But it would be worth it. At
least I was hopping it would.
I new that being 'prepared' would mean shaved, showered, and ready to be obey
with out question. And no masturbation. Period. Which normally wouldn't be too
much of a problem. Except with this party on my mind, masturbation was exactly
what I was thinking.
The next day I was up early, made my coverage switch, cleaned the house, ran the
errands, and generally did what ever I could to kill time before I had to get
cleaned up and on my way. I took a nice long, hot shower. I used a lotion to
remove all my hair from the neck down (did you ever try to shave your own hairy
back?). I shaved my face close. Dappled on a little cologne and was ready to go.
I dressed simple. I was pretty sure I'd be changing shortly after I arrived. I
usually do.
At exactly 5:54pm (I keep my watch synchronized to the second!) I rang the
doorbell. While I wouldn't exactly call Mistress' house a mansion, it was pretty
impressive. Huge gated lot. Old Victorian structure, nicely remodeled to preserve
its history as well as give it a modern, feel. I knew I wouldn't have to wait
long. I didn't. I was pleasantly surprised to see Joanne's lovely shape as the
door opened. While she wasn't dressed nearly as provocative as I'd seen in the
past, she still looked very appetizing. Then again, there really wasn't anything
that she didn't look good in. She wore what could be described as a waitress'
uniform. But with the skirt a little too short, heels a little too high and a
blouse with just a little too much cleavage. It has Mistress' fingerprints all
over it.
"Hey handsome," she said as she waved me in with an inviting smile. "You better
get that cute ass of yours upstairs in the attic. Mistress is on her way up there
now with a slave."
I knew the way blindfolded, literally. As I entered the attic, I saw Mistress
inspecting a pole, which had been installed above an old hot air riser, from
floor to roof. For those not old enough to remember, a hot air riser is just a
fancy vent that allows hot air to rise from one level of a house to the next.
They were common before forced hot air furnaces. Many older houses still have
them.
"Richard!" exclaimed Mistress. "Good to see your promptness. I would have simply
hated to punish you for being tardy." She spoke with her usual sultry, over the
top voice.
Combining glamour, old money, new money lots of money and, in general, 'I'm
obviously better than you, and we both know it - so do what I tell you'. She
looked like a million bucks. With the house, 2 maybe 2.5. Gift wrapped in an
absolutely drop dead gorgeous, shimmering evening gown. Slit way up high on her
nylon encased thigh. A pair of 'don't even think about fucking me' heels. And
topped off by a very expensive looking string of pearls. Her age was not a topic
for discussion in the household. But regardless of what it was, she looked
amazing.
"Disrobe immediately my dear boy and put on your uniform." She said with a royal
air as she pointed to a pile of nylon, rubber and shoes on the floor. As I began
removing my clothes, I listened intently to the rest of her commands. "The hose
are heavy, restrictive and very expensive. Take care not to snag them, or I'll
take their worth out of your hide - one nickel at a time."
Yikes!
"You'll notice a small opening at the crotch."
I saw it - damn it was small.
"That is for presenting your testicles. You'll notice a corresponding hole in the
rubber body suit. See that they're not wasted."
She wasn't kidding about the tights. Man these things were ridiculous. They went
on like super support hose. I had quite a wrestle with them. When I finally got
them up to my crotch, I had to fight to stretch the material wide enough to
accommodate my sack. It was a safe bet they wouldn't be popping out on their own.
When I released my grip on the material, it snapped back. I felt like I castrated
myself. Once the initial shock was over, it wasn't too bad. But, man, were they
ever snug.
The rubber body suit was a piece of work. Both intimidating and enticing. Heavy,
thick, gleaming black. A nice effect against the off white pantyhose. It was cut
pretty high in the thigh, with a thong back, which I'm sure would be making it's
presence known for the duration of what ever Mistress had dreamed up. I had the
same problem with the hole in the bottom of the body suit. Only harder. The
rubber was quite thick. Same snap, on release. Same pain. Same yelp. I wasn't
looking forward to what it would take to extract myself from these things. The
body suit was more than snug on my torso. It was down right constrictive. It was
a full suit, arms, hands, even neck and head. It zipped up the back. I noticed
little zippers by my nipples. Mistress' attention to details never failed to
amaze me.
I needed help with the shoes. I couldn't possibly work the tiny buckles on the
ankle straps with these rubber gloves on. Mistress' slave was only too glad to
help out. They were already tight, and at least a good 4" or 5", before she
buckled the 2 inch strap viciously tight. She wore a most devilish grin on her
face. It was obvious she knew what was up, and was looking forward to it seeing
me in it.
"Allow me to explain before you're bondage is complete. I do so love seeing the
fear in a slave's eye as their predicament unfolds before them. And helmet in
place, you likely won't hear me clearly."
Mistress always loved drama. Kind of like the over the top ego of a super villain
from a James Bond movie. Or maybe Catwoman, when she's got the Dynamic Duo right
where she wants them.
"Once totally encased in rubber, you will be bound inescapably to this pole. A
silk sash will be tied oh so lovingly around your cute little dangling parts..."
as she eyed my balls. "The sash will run down through this vent in the floor,
straight through the vents in the third and second floor, where it will end up in
the party room. There, a sign will be affixed proclaiming 'ring sash for
service'."
"When you feel the tugging you will press a button that will be placed in your
hands. This will send a signal to the kitchen for a slave to respond."
As she spoke, the slave began zipping up the back of the body suit up to my neck,
and then placed a pump gag in my mouth. Some how I just knew there was a fitting
on the body suit. Mistress always minds the littlest details.
"I, and a few of my close friends at the party will know what the sash is really
for. If it is pulled severely tight three consecutive times, it means we're
thinking of you. Do not press the button for this, as a slave will interrupt
myself or my guests. They've been instructed that they will be severely punished
if they come unbidden. But I have granted them permission to tend to you
following their punishment, if necessary. And considering your current
circumstances, I think it would be less than to your advantage."
With this the helmet pulled tightly over me head and zipped shut. I felt a
posture collar strapped on my neck, forcing my head up. I was backed up to the
pole and my hands were pulled behind my back and around the pole. A heavy strap,
probably leather, was buckled around my wrists to keep them there. Four more, one
at my upper arms, one above my elbows, one below my elbows and another around my
wrists and hips assured I would not be leaving the pole on my own account. Next
my legs were forced on either side of the pole and, again bound in leather
straps. Ankles, above and below my knees, and lastly, around my upper thighs.
This had the effect of making me feel as if I was leaning forward, hanging off
the pole, as my legs were no longer directly underneath me. The straps seemed
even tighter as I hung so.
As the pump was attached to the gag, my mouth began to fill. And it was filled
far larger than I'd have thought possible. This caused the helmet to squeeze my
face even more. This was getting to be a little too much for me. But it was far
too late to do anything about it now. I was stuck. All I could do is put my trust
in Mistress that I would not be overly harmed. I could still hear her speak, but
her voice was muffled.
"I would advise you not to drop the button you will be given. If I need to send a
slave up here to fix my 'bell' they will be instructed to add nipple clamps and
weights. Every visit, means more weights. Is that clear?"
I couldn't talk with this huge gag, and with this posture collar I couldn't shake
my head. I hoped this wouldn't be justification for even more bondage.
Now, as if all this - the tight clothes, the heels, all this bondage - wasn't
enough, I felt some one began to fondle my balls. Good thing I was tied to the
pole or I'd have jumped a mile. The feeling of vulnerability I was experiencing
was beginning to overwhelm me. In my position they could castrate me and I was
helpless to stop them. I knew they wouldn't, we may play some heavy games here,
but nothing that heavy. Still, there was a sinking feeling of 'what have I gotten
myself into this time'. I wasn't sure if it was Mistress or the grinning slave
girl. Who ever it was knew how to handle balls. Lightly rolling them in her
hands, occasionally a firm squeeze to show whose the boss.
Then I suddenly became aware of Mistress' reasoning behind the super tight
pantyhose and the rubber body suit. My cock had to literally fight its way to
expand. It was quite a feeling. The suit put up a valiant fight, but so did my
cock. After a few minutes, they appeared to come to some sort an agreement. I was
partially hard, partially soft, and quite uncomfortable. I felt a soft rope tied
most securely around my balls with several loops, and then knotted off. A few
test pulls found it to be quite secure, and fairly painful. Which only had the
effect of canceling the truce between my cock and my rubber prison - and so again
they pitched battle.
Finally I felt something being placed in my hand. It was hard to feel through the
thick rubber of my suit. It was rather large, round and somewhat heavy object.
Far too large to be held comfortably in a single hand. Imagine that! I knew it
was only a matter of time before it would be a struggle to hold. With a little
manipulation, I was able to find a push button on the device, and some wires
running from it.
"Now you be a good slave Richard, and you'll be rewarded handsomely for your
service. Fail me and every one else will be rewarded by your suffering!" It was
muffled, but clear enough for me to get the point.
Though I couldn't hear them, I was sure they were leaving. Though I couldn't see
them, I was they were taking my clothes with them. Standard procedure around
here. Then I began to sweat. It would have been hot enough just being in the
attic. Add to that, super thick pantyhose and on top a rubber body suit. More
than a body suit, a rubber prison. My entire head, neck and torso was encased in
a solid sheet of rubber. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear. I could breath through
too small hoses in my nose. I guess to ensure the openings stay in position. And
the added bonus of the rich aroma of rubber filled my head. So with no way to
dissipate the heat, I began to sweat. And sweat. And sweat some more. Then for
the heck of it I sweated some more. Did I mention that I was sweating?
All I could smell was rubber. All I could feel was total tightness. My feet hurt
like hell in these heels and I couldn't even so much as lift a foot to ease the
tension in my muscles. I could lift my feet a little, one at a time. But that did
little to ease the pain in my legs. I wanted out. I wanted out now. I had to get
out. Right now. Right NOW! NOW! But I couldn't. My cock again throbbed in it's
skin tight prison. Slick with sweat, it slid around a little easier. But it still
hurt with each throb. The throb of needing caressing. Of needing attention. Of
needing something, anything. God I loved it!
As I hung there in misery, I was startled by sudden severe pain in my balls.
Three hard yanks and I nearly went through the roof. If I could have. But I
couldn't. I tried to re-orient my brain back to what I was supposedly hanging
here for. Three yanks meant Mistress was thinking about me. And no doubt
relishing my predicament. I could see her in my minds eye. Smiling a knowing
smile to some friend, who probably wouldn't know what canary she had just eaten.
Now my balls ached, my body ached, I was miserable, and I loved every minute of
it.
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