Secret Fantasies Fulfilled & Then Some

Chapter One-1

Chapter One

Desires Revealed & A Changed Relationship

At last the day came when I decided to reveal my most secret desires to Jessica.

On the drive home from work, I gathered my courage to reveal what I wanted to experience, but almost chickened out when I had parked the car in the driveway.

“Hi, honey!” I called when I entered our home in one of the southernmost bedroom communities of Vancouver, “I’m back from the corporate wars again. How was your day?”

“It’s been a good one.” She smiled, coming to meet me and give a kiss. “Anything interesting come up today?”

“Not really. Just the usual crap, but there is something I want to talk to you about, OK?” I said quietly, my face turning a little red while I contemplated the huge step I was about to take.

“Oh, really?” she stood back and looked me up and down. “Come on, Alex. Don’t keep me in suspense! Spill it!” The smile on her face took the sting from her words.

“Let me change and get a drink, OK?” I asked, putting off my revelation for a few moments more. “Be back in a few minutes.”

“OK, honey. I’ll be waiting in the Living Room.”

I should say now that Jessica already knew about most of my kink interests and although not a player herself until now, she’d had no problems with me pursuing my out-of-the-ordinary hobbies. Over the years we’ve been married, she’d always accepted that I enjoyed and needed to do what I do, and although the initial revelation of my transvestism was somewhat of a shock, she soon got over it, insisting only that I have my own wardrobe of women’s clothing and footwear. Of course, that wasn’t a problem and so from that point on, my normal attire when at home, was female. I’m not a tall or large-bodied person, being about the same build as my wife, and so even though we could interchange our clothing, I had my own wardrobe.

I’d purchased a pair of Amoena, 38-DD sized breast forms and wore them constantly when not at work or attending any sort of vanilla event and I loved the feel of their weight and movement, even when restricted by a tight bra. So, a few minutes later, now wearing one of my favourite long skirts and a bulky petticoat under it, nylons, boots and breasts, I walked into the living room with drinks in hand for us both, then sat on the couch beside her.

“Here’s to us!” I said happily but nervously, clinking my glass with hers while she smiled at me.

“OK.” she said after the first sip of her drink. “Now, what’s the news?”

“Well, dear, as you know, I like all sorts of weird things, particularly rubber enclosure and my Latowski chastity belt, and those I combine with electrical stimulation, vacuum, and bondage situations.”

“Oh yes.” she smiled again. “I don’t really understand your fascination with that stuff, but if it makes you happy, then go for it!”

“Jessica, I’m so lucky that you understand that these things are an innate part of my personality and I’m very grateful that you’ve not found them to be a burden or an annoyance. For that alone, but many other reasons as well, I love you a great deal.”

“Alex,” she smiled again, “as I said, it keeps you happy and at home all the time and not out at some bar, chasing skirts. That being said, what’s on your mind?”

“Well,” I said hesitantly, “I’d like to request your assistance to create a situation that I’ve wanted to try for years and years ... I guess you could call it my ‘Final Fantasy’. Now, I know you don’t ‘play’ in the normal terms of the word and truly, there wouldn’t be any done by you, but I certainly need your assistance to get where I really want to go.”

“Oh?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. “Tell me what you’d like and I’ll let you know one way or the other, OK?”

“That’s all I can ask.” I smiled with relief, then took a long swallow from the drink, very nervous about telling her of my dark dream. “Well, you know that massage table I purchased and modified into a bondage bed? It’s been finished for a couple of months now and I’ve used it for some solitary play. It’s a lot of fun and works quite well, but I really want to go to the next level,” I said quietly, scared of what I was about to reveal, I took a big gulp of my drink.

“Yes,” she said with a laugh. “I’ve heard the sounds from downstairs. So ... what’s this ‘next level’ you want to experience?”

“I want to do what’s known as an ‘all-nighter’, and what that means is that I’d be imprisoned in a total rubber enclosure and inescapable bondage, being left alone, fastened to the bed in the Play Room,” I blurted out, having finally said the fateful words.

“Uh, OK. So, what’s the big deal about that?”

“Well, as I said, I’ll need your assistance to do it the way I want to,” I replied, looking into her eyes and hoping she’d agree.

“Hhhhmmm. What do you want me to do?” she asked with a serious expression.

“OK, here’s how I envision the scene. To set it up properly, I’d start off with putting on my long line bra with the vacuum/electrical breast cups already mounted and contact gelled, then over that would come my corset and I’d need you to lace it tight for me. Next, I’d put on my thick, shoulder length rubber gloves and then the cat suit will be next, going over the over top of the corset and gloves, with the breast cups projecting through their apertures. Once I’m wearing the gloves, I’ll be unable to use my fingers for any sort of fine manipulation or grasping because of their thickness and being slippery. The cat suit’s lower arm zippers would be left undone for the moment.”

“OK, that’s easily done and not a problem.” She smiled.

“Once the cat suit is closed up, other than the crotch zippers, over that, I’ll wear a steel belt. Next I’ll fit a pair of thick, small-diameter, stretchy neoprene rings on my p***s, tight against my abdominal wall.”

“Why are you planning to use two of those rings?” she asked with a strangely predatory look in her eyes.

“Uh, well, wearing them like that, they become additional and very intimate restraints, and when they’re in place, the sensations of wearing them are more intense because their squeezing constriction never lets up,” I explained with a deep blush. “Using two of them makes the sensations even more intense and they act to slightly restrict the flow of blood out of my d**k and so it will swell to fill the interior of the p***s tube. It doesn’t hurt, but I am constantly aware of their strangling sensation, but after an hour or two I feel that I just have to get them off. Of course, that won’t be possible, once the chastity tube is fully locked on.”

“Ah!” She smiled at me, “That’s a wonderfully subtle type of torment.”

“Yeah,” I grinned at her continuing, “from that point, I’ll fit myself with the vacuum/electrical p***s tube, complete with the large, ribbed urethral sound, then insert the butt plug. I can manage both of those myself.”

“I’ve seen that ribbed sound and it looks pretty evil, and damned painful! Are you sure you want to do that?”

“Oh, it’s not really painful, but it can be a pretty strong sensation, for sure, especially when the vacuum stops and allows the p***s to withdraw down the sound, then it is reapplied, pulling it back up over the ribs again. It projects as far as the abdominal wall, so there’s no chance of internal injury, but once its end is fitted into my urethra, it remains inserted and there’s no way to escape it being inside me.

“That sliding back down the ribbed sound and being sucked back up over the ribs sounds like it could be a pretty nasty experience!” she said with a serious look, then smiled quickly. I was so deeply into the description of the creation of my fantasy that I thought little of her more and more predatory expression, and continued my explanation.

“I’ll also wear my ballet-toed boots, but those damned things are virtually impossible to walk in unless I practice a lot and so everything else would need to be ready to go before I put them on.

“Once I’ve dressed myself in all the rubber gear and the boots, I’d ask that you lock on some of my restraint cuffs: the above-the-elbow ones, and the thigh and ankle cuffs, leaving the wrist ones almost to the last. Up to this point I’d not have any head covering but now, before putting on the helmet, I’d fit myself with the ear plugs, then the thick under-helmet.

“Once that’s been zipped closed, I’d attach the blow-up, butterfly-type gag, but wouldn’t insert and inflate it until just before my gas mask’s helmet is slipped on, zipped closed, and the head harness straps tightened and locked. Even then, I’d only partially-inflate the mouth pad so that it restricts any sort of coherent speech and is annoying, being partially-filled, but doesn’t press down on the tongue. After that’s done, I’d mount the blinder panels to the helmet.

“The helmeted gas mask’s application comes a little later, just before the final parts of the costume are completed, but finally, I’d put on the gas mask myself and adjust it so that it’s a comfortable fit and makes an airtight seal. I’d ask that you do the final adjustments to its head harness, securing it fully then locking the straps. After that, the steel collar is locked on over both of the helmet’s neck tubes so that I cannot remove either the gas mask or the helmet underneath.”

“OK. I’m good with what you want, so far, but I do have some concerns about you wearing a gag under a locked-on gas mask. If something goes wrong, you could be in serious trouble because it’ll take a couple of minutes for me to remove the gas mask and gag.”

“Truth to tell, dear, I was more than a little worried about it too,” I admitted. “So, over the past couple of months, I’ve done a lot of experimentation with that arrangement and gone for increasing lengths of time wearing it under the gas mask, but only partially-inflated. I’ve become accustomed to the arrangement, even though it’s scary and intense, but I’m pretty sure I can manage it for an entire night, and too, the gag won’t be inflated to the point that it’s dangerous. It’ll just act to keep down any noise I make, and the gas mask and the air hoses will muffle even that.

“Well, if you think you can handle it ... OK.”

“Anyhow, to continue ... at that point I’ll be blind and very nearly deaf, so I’ll need you to fit my hands into the Isolation Mittens. Then you’d roll the cat suit’s sleeves down all the way and zip them closed over top of the Isolation Mitten’s gauntlets. And at that point you’d fit my wrists with their cuffs and c**k them closed over the bottoms of the zippers. They’re pretty easy to fasten, but once I’m wearing the mittens, I’ll be unable to do it. This arrangement will make doubly sure that the cat suit’s sleeves can’t be rolled up to remove the mittens.

“I’m sure you must think that this all seems to be a little over the top,” I said with another blush, “but for me, it’s the utterly certain psychological awareness that I am deeply and fully imprisoned in my rubber and all of the other restraints. I want to know with utter certainty that there is no possible way I can escape from any of them.”

“Uh, OK. So far, everything sounds pretty straight forward. Now, what else has your evil little mind come up with for this experience?”

“The next part of the process is that I want to be fastened down on the bed so that I cannot release myself and am almost immobilised, until you release me in the morning.”

“So, what does that involve?” she asked. “You’ve been thinking about this experience for a long time, haven’t you?” she asked, smiling still.

“Yeah,” I mumbled, looking down, more than a little embarrassed, “I just cannot stop fantasizing about it and really want to give it a try, if you can see your way to helping me? As you know, there’s a whole range of equipment in the play room, and I want to use a lot of it in the experience, because I want this to be a pretty intense one, and not necessarily a time for sleep or rest.”

“OK, well, if you’ve got this far, what’s next in your plan? There are obviously other things that need to be done.”

“In hopes that you’ll go along with me, I’ve printed off a set of notes for the whole process and will give them to you.”

“I’ll study them, if I agree. In the meantime, I want you to describe in detail what else you want me to do for and to you,” she said, still leaving me worried that I’d not be able to enjoy my fantasy.

“OK. So,” I continued, now over the fear of what I was revealing to her, “I’d be completely dressed by this point, wearing the boots and all the restraint cuffs, blind and deaf, sitting on the edge of the bed. This is where you’d help me along to the final set-up.”

“Sounds easy enough. Go ahead.”

I looked at her again, but her neutral expression gave no clue as to what she was thinking.

“Next, you’d connect the air hoses from the bubbler columns to my gas mask forcing me to breathe through them from that point on.”

“The bubbler columns ... that’s those two tubes with the coloured water in them, right?”

“Correct.”

“Isn’t that device sort of dangerous?”

“No, not at all. It just makes me aware that a conscious effort is required to take each breath and it makes weird sounds too. Speaking of sounds ... I’ll already be wearing the ear plugs as I mentioned, but there’s also the ear defender head set that goes on last and once it’s strapped on, will pretty well completely deafen me, so if you have to tell me anything before the head set is fitted you’ll have to be close to the helmet and speak quite loudly.”

“Uh, OK,” she said dubiously. “Go ahead. This sounds pretty weird though!”

“Well, as I said, it is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Anyhow, with your guidance I’d lay down and you’d prod me until I was centred on the bed. The first thing to be done is to lock the inner ankle cuff rings to the long separator bar and connect the lower tensioning strap to the bar’s central ring. This strap would need to be tightened a few minutes later. So... I’ll be laying down, but not yet fully-positioned on the bed for the remainder of the restraints to be applied. You’ll have to prompt me to move on the bed to where my head lays in its rest.

“Once that’s been done, there’s a set of upper tensioning straps at the top end. One of them needs to be brought up from its mount under the table and clipped to the back ring of my collar, then tightened until the strap is taut, but not clamping the collar down on my windpipe. Then the other strap from underneath, clips to the crown ring of the gas mask’s head harness. When both are tightened, I’ll be completely unable to raise my head out of the rest. After that, the full head restraint harness goes over the face plate of the gas mask and is tightened so that my head is fully immobilized and unable to turn from side to side. I’ll show you how that system works, if you agree to help me.”

“This sure sounds pretty elaborate, Alex. I’m not sure if I’d be able to remember it all.”

“No worries.” I smiled. “As I said a minute ago, I’ve got it all laid out on paper, and with some diagrams as well.”

“OK. What’s next?”

“At that point, you’d go to the bottom tensioning strap and adjust its tension so that my legs are pulled straight out, then you’d work your way up the table, tightening the straps just below my knees and at the level of the thigh cuffs. The one laying flat on the table under my thighs would have its snap hooks connected to the side rings on each of my thigh cuffs, then these would be tightened as much as possible so that my thighs are pulled out to the edges of the bed and are unable to come together. At the waist, another strap and its hooks will be clipped to the hip rings of my steel belt then also fully tightened so that I’ll be unable to roll from side to side. Next would come the one over my lower chest. A ‘Y’ strap comes down from the top of the table, and this would be pulled down tightly over my shoulders with its tail fastened to the front and centre ring of the lower chest strap, then the steel waist cinch. Once it’s been tightened, I’ll be unable to twist, writhe, or sit up.

“That’s the point at which you’d pull my hands down as far as possible then connect the outer rings of the wrist cuffs to the steel loops on each edge of the bed so that they’re held straight down and off to the sides. Above them, my elbow cuffs’ rings would also be clipped to their own strap and tightened fully so that my arms are immobilised.

“Next, from under my shoulders, another set of straps would be pulled down over the tops of the cups and be clipped to the front-side rings of my waist cinch. Another, slightly shorter set comes up over my shoulders also, but goes between the breast cups, to also be clipped to the front centre ring of the belt and when tightened, they all act to pull the crotch cup and the p***s tube up into firm and inescapable contact.”

“Why do you want to use three sets of shoulder straps?”

“They’re really something very intense to experience and act even more to hold me down. You know me. I’m a sensation slut,” I said with an embarrassed grin. “Anyhow ... the final tightening would then be done on the bottom strap to my ankle separator bar and all the other straps would be pulled in to the tightest extent possible and that’s the bondage portion of the arrangement. After that’s completed, you’d screw on the vacuum hoses for the cups and p***s tube, then tighten them all with a wrench to ensure a solid vacuum seal is made. Next, you’d connect the e-stim cables and those are easy, because, like the hoses, they’re all colour coded to go to the correct fittings, so that part of the process won’t be hard to figure out.”

“OK, then what?” she asked looking more interested.

“I’ve pre-programmed the e-stim machines and the vacuum pumps as far as the levels and strength are concerned. They’re all on their own timers and so will turn on and off at random times and for random durations. When they become active, it might be for only a few seconds, or may be for anywhere from three minutes to an hour. At the beginning of the seventh hour, they’ll all be on continually until you release me. So, that’s what I want to do. I hope you’ll agree to assist me.”

“Well, this all sounds pretty complex, but what happens next, after you’re all strapped down and hooked up to everything?”

“Very little, really, as far as you’re concerned. All you have to do is turn on the Master switch for all the systems, then lock the door to the Play Room when you leave. Of course, I won’t know when you do any of that, because I won’t be able to hear or see a thing. How you spend the rest of the night is entirely your decision, of course. The stimulation systems won’t go fully active for sometime between 30 minutes and an hour after the switch is thrown, so I’ll get a chance to contemplate what’s going to happen, and without a doubt, worry if I’ve been far too silly about wanting to do it at this level.”

“Well, that all sounds pretty wild, Alex. I can follow directions as well as the next person, but you’ve told me many times that someone in bondage, particularly of the type you’ve described, shouldn’t be left alone. What’s your answer to that?”

“I know I’ve said that, Jessica, so I’ve rigged up a baby monitor and a TV camera and connected them to the audio visual system and to the computer upstairs, so you’ll be able to hear and watch me there too, if you want to. There’s also a program on the computer that controls all of the stimulus inputs, but for the moment it’s not in use, although it’s easy to get it operational in the future.”

“Sounds like you’ve thought of nearly everything, dear.” She grinned at me. “Actually, you know, I rather like the idea of you being strapped down on that bed, unable to escape it, and with me in command.” My heart skipped a beat when she said those words! “One final question ... what’s your safe word or signal?”

“Uh ... as to the safe word ... I really don’t have one and want to leave that option closed so that I have to go through the whole thing with no chance to escape it by chickening out with a safe word, Besides ... being partially gagged inside the gas mask, it’s going to be impossible for you to hear me articulate any sort of speech other than screams.”

“Well, that concerns me a little to be sure, but if that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get. No escape and no early release. Jesus, Alex!” she exclaimed. “You’ll be a brainless, wet noodle when you’re released!” She grinned, shuddering at the same time.

“I hope so.” I smiled back at her. “Oh wow! This is great! I’ve tried to be as thorough as possible with these plans and I hope you’ll help me.”

“Alex, I want to make you happy and so yes, I’ll do it.” She smiled. “One last question though ... how do I stop things from being done to you?”

“The Master switch turns everything off at the same time.”

“OK. That’s easy, but be assured that I won’t turn it off until I come to release you in the morning, no matter how much you scream, weep and beg me to, OK?”

“Jessica, that’s wonderful to hear!” I leaned over, took her in my arms and kissed her deeply.

“Ah, not so fast, lover boy!” she smiled devilishly. “We’ll do it this Friday night, not now. Please give me the printout of your plans and instructions because I want to study them thoroughly. I assume that you’ll want me to take lots of pictures and video?”

“OK!” I agreed happily, then went to the household office to get the pages from the desk, returned to the Living Room and handed them to her. I’d won and would be able to enact my fantasy!

We spent the rest of the night chatting about our normal lives, then the next three days were busy with the usual round of chores and our real world jobs. They seemed to take forever to pass, but at last, Friday evening arrived and I prepared for my excursion into a full night of rubber-encased bondage.

Well ... that’s how everything started off at first. Over the next two months it became a frequent experience, but things went completely off the rails three months later and there have been some unbelievable changes to my life since I revealed my fantasy.