Secret Fantasies Fulfilled & Then Some

Chapter Six-1

Chapter Six

Tormented On My Running Leash

When she’d left, I slowly sat on the chair, immediately feeling an upward tug on the back of my collar when my leash drew tight. It was barely long enough to allow me to sit fully upright and now the secure confinement of my Latowski chastity belt now became even more noticeable. When I’d ‘played’ in it before, it had always been an enjoyable experience, but now that I remained locked in it at all times and had only been freed of it for the nights of rubber bondage and torment, it wasn’t fun anymore! I wanted desperately to be freed from all of the restraints I was now compelled to wear, then remembered that she’d ordered a new collar and shivered with burgeoning fear. Sitting there in the cool air, watching a rain shower pass, unexpected tears came and I wept for my lost freedom, kicking my restricted legs against their cuffs and chains, jerking my captive hands fruitlessly against the lock securing my wrist cuffs to the front shield of the chastity belt. With all of the restraints hidden under the bulky, obscuring skirt and cape, there was no way to free myself and no one could see that I was so securely chained. I’d been such an i***t to reveal my secret dreams to her, but what had made Jessica change so dramatically? I’d been a good provider and husband! Sure, I’d spent some money on my Axsmar equipment, the Latowski chastity belt, and other stuff, but nowhere near as much as many guys spent on their hobbies!

I was soon forcibly reminded by a prolonged session of electro-stimulation that I was to walk in the garden and so spent the rest of that day in a haze of fear of being seen or discovered by a neighbour or a passer-by, and too, of what she was going to do to me. Being seen wasn’t really likely, as there is a high fence around the yard and it was cool and a little rainy so no one would be outside. Our home was set well back from the street at the end of a cul-de-sac and the back yard is quite large; a full quarter of an acre in size, with the high back fence quite distant, behind some large Scotch pine trees.

My leashing arrangements were very well thought out. The thick upper wire was attached to a very substantial ring set into the framework for the stairway of the porch onto the lawn, with its other end fastened high on the trunk of a 40 metre tree at the far end of the lawn. There was no way I could get at either of the connections, what with my wrist cuffs chained to the front shield of my chastity belt, then covered by the locked-on, thick and impervious rubber cape. The lower wire was connected to a ring at the centre of the bottom step and it led out onto the lawn, disappearing into the grass, with its far end also fastened to a ring in the base of the trunk of the same tree that the upper wire was fastened to. There was no doubt in my mind that I was her helpless, tethered captive. I would be able to move back and forth along the wires, but was unable to get near any of the four ends, and I soon found that I could only move a pace to either side of the bottom wire before the leashes snapped tight, silently and forcefully commanding me to return to the centre of my pre-chosen path.

Once she’d helped me to achieve my fantasy, it had obviously unleashed a dormant spark of dominance in her nature and then, having experienced its power, the spark had flared into a blow torch of desire to control me fully. Oh damn, and how she had! I’d never really been a submissive person, but what she had done was to quite literally enslave me. I’d been driven by my deepest desires to accept her incremental imposition of restraints and now, here I was. I became lost in self-pity and closed my eyes, feeling the useless tears flow again.

The rain stopped briefly, leaving the lawn steaming in the growing heat and I began to get warm inside my cape and helmet. I stood with difficulty, then took only one chain-snubbed pace away from the chair when the tethers to the back of my collar and the one to my hobble sprang tight. Oh damn! Was that all the freedom I was to be allowed? It was. I returned to the chair, getting ready to sit again and resume wallowing in my misery, wondering what was going to happen to me, perhaps for the rest of my life! Oh God! What a frightening thought that was! I was halfway to sitting down when the three long bursts of shocks pulsed from the electrodes under the steel crotch armour, making me clench my eyes shut and bite down hard on the gag, trying to stifle the automatic howl that rose unbidden up my collared throat. All the while I jerked my hands uselessly against their fastening and danced as best I could in my boots with my thighs fighting their locked-together bands under the skirt and cape. I looked around to find myself still completely alone; it having begun to rain once more and the wind had picked up. After the shocks stopped, I stood for a minute, having forgotten that she was observing me, and that was confirmed seconds later when another three pulses flared under my chastity belt and this time I screamed unashamedly into the gag, forcibly reminded that I was supposed to be out on the lawn.

In a rush, I strutted out into the gusting rain, but the ground was soft, so I had to be careful of my footing, feeling my heels sink into the grass a little with every pace and it was then I discovered that I’d need to pull on both the overhead and bottom leashes to move along the wires! Every time I attempted to walk further, my collar clamped more firmly around my neck, forcibly reminding me of the fact that I was on a leash. That, with the tug of the hobble on my ankle cuffs, doubly reinforced my misery and it just wasn’t fair! I was already securely bound, gagged, and electronically-controlled! Another set of strong pulses flared and again I screamed and attempted to bend over to somehow protect myself from them and it was at that point that I discovered that the overhead leash would not permit any kind of deep bending. I continued struggling along the wires, my body twisting from side to side in desperation to avoid the electrical torment, whimpering with misery at what had befallen me, and definitely not wanting to experience the awful shocks again. At last, I reached the point at which the rings would no longer travel along their wires (stopper bolts had been fastened to both top and bottom wires, preventing further movements of the sliding rings), finding that I was still a long way from the trees and fully-exposed to the rain that was now lashing down in wind-driven sheets. My full, bulky cape billowed and flapped hugely around me, and the cold air flowed freely up under it and my skirt, immediately chilling the tight steel of my cuffs and chastity belt; making me even more deeply aware of their constant constriction and limitation. I tried to move further, then gave up and turned back toward the distant house.

My return was worse than the out-bound trip, for my wife was paying far closer attention than I thought she would. A third of the way back along the wires, she once more remotely disciplined me, making me dance frantically against my chain hobble, screaming in desperate denial against the gag when the three long bursts of electrical energy pulsed again and again inside my chastity belt. My fingers clawed uselessly into the thick material of the skirt covering the smooth steel armouring my crotch so effectively and once more, I unthinkingly tried to bend over protectively, only to have the overhead leash snap tight and make the wide collar clamp authoritatively around my throat. My agonized tears mixed in with the rain trickling down the face of my discipline helmet, but a moment later the shocks stopped and I stood gasping, then resumed my slow, struggling walk back to the house, but she wasn’t done with me yet.

I’d moved perhaps another 10 metres along the wire when she sent the next set of shocks ... these far stronger than the usual signal! I instantly screamed and went into a maddened dance of agony, then lost my footing when my knees and legs collapsed under me. Thanks to the shortness of the overhead leash, I was only permitted to descend about a half metre to hang in bouncing, leg kicking, thrashing, mindless torment while the unbelievable shocks continued to flow. The wide collar’s grip on my neck was near to choking and being bound as I was, I could not alleviate the pressure and began to black out. The waves of shocks died away leaving me to still dangle there, struggling to somehow get my thigh- and ankle-hobbled legs to support me before I passed out. A last I managed to stand on shaking legs, but then ... she did it again! Once more I collapsed into mindless screaming and writhing wreckage. My struggles under the cape were barely visible from the outside and the gag silenced my cries thoroughly while the horrible shocks continued unabated.

Jessica was enjoying herself and this time I did black out to hang on my chain in twitching distress. My evolutions were being recorded, as well as being broadcast to her cell phone, and she later showed me the footage of what I looked like when she sent the signals. I saw myself out on the chain, hanging nearly motionless, with the thick rubber cape draped and hiding my bondage, then suddenly when she pressed the buttons again, my maniacal struggles made the covering hump and heave in the strangest ways.

I came to awareness a moment after I’d passed out and slowly regained my footing, then continued my restricted, slow trip back to the porch. Once next to it, I fell into the chair, despite the jerk of the overhead leash on my neck, and slowly recovered my senses, feeling the inescapable clamping of the collar, realizing that I’d never again be free of the sensations of its control and encirclement of my neck. While I chewed on the thick gag pad I continued to think of how my wife had changed so dramatically in the space of just short weeks. Until I’d revealed my fantasy and she’d experienced her power, Jessica had been a completely normal person in all respects: kind, caring and reserved unless with me. However, when I’d bared my secret desires, they had opened a door somewhere in her mind and a completely different woman had emerged. This new personality was one with a deep sadistic streak that coupled closely with a controlling nature I’d never suspected lay within her personality. She was obviously enjoying that until-now-hidden and repressed part and I feared more and more that it was indeed a permanent change ... for us both. Just the way she’d tormented me on my first walk on the running leashes was a strong indication that she was unlikely to return to being the companion I’d known before, and I sank into a whirlpool of despair and horror of the demon I’d released.

Unthinkingly, I again tried to bend forward in shuddering misery, only to be reminded of my captivity when the overhead leash to the back of my collar snapped tight. Under the sealed cape, my cuffed hands and arms pulled uselessly against their fastening to the front shield and I beat my fists against its impenetrable steel in frustration. She was watching me all the time, apparently, and when I finally settled into motionlessness again, she sent another three burst signal. I jerked erect with a strangled howl, then stood as quickly as I could and walked carefully out onto the lawn once more. My next trip to the end of my wires was a long one with all the same struggling and misery, but I returned to the house uneventfully, although when I was about to sit in the chair, yet another three pulses drove me out to move along my leashes in the rain yet again. By this point I was in shuddering fits and despair had settled over me in a black cloud while I paced in mindless, chain-hobbled steps to the limit of my freedom and back. Once more she sent another signal and I did it all over again and again and then again.

For the next endless hours I walked and walked and walked until at last she permitted me to sit in the chair, lost in a sea of despair while continually subjected to her messages of control by the discipline signals. The shocks, as before, were very strong and made me writhe and thrash dementedly, howling and pleading uselessly into the gag for her to leave me in peace, but only small, muffled sounds emerged from the helmet and would have been unheard, even three metres away. Her random punishments seemed to last eons, but were probably only two or three minutes in length each time and at the end of every one, I was a shuddering mass of nearly hysterical, rubber-covered misery. A long time later, the signal to begin walking was sent once more and I struggled out onto the lawn to resume my exercise and that was how I spent the rest of the day. It was only but the first of innumerable such outdoor excursions I have had to endure; always on my leashes, although I thought at that time that I’d be permitted outside to mow the lawn or do yard work, but even then I was to be under her constant control. Further additions and modifications were to be made to my ensemble in order to give her even more flexibility of command.