Secret Fantasies Fulfilled & Then Some

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

The First Time

There’s no point in going through how the beginning of my plan progressed, for I’ve described it thoroughly above and Jessica followed through exactly how I’d detailed things on the print-out. The sensations and anticipation I experienced, getting into all of the gear, were very exciting, then laying down and feeling my restraints being tightened and all of the other stuff being connected was a little scary, because I knew full well that there was no possibility that I’d be released before the next morning, some 10 hours away. Soon I was held totally motionless, blinded fully so that I was in a black, silent void, waiting in growing worry for something to happen.

As intended in the plan, my first half hour was filled with boredom, anticipation and some considerable terror. I’d been careful to preset the e-stim to only the 30% levels that I knew I could handle for a short length of time, but now, they would initially start at those levels and stay at the pre-set strengths and durations, without me being able to turn them off or adjust them in any manner. Too, the vacuum would start at low levels, but then rise to greater and greater strengths and for longer and longer durations when the bleed valves were closed more and more and that too was where the terror came from.

Inside the snugly fitting p***s tube, I distinctly felt myself pressing into its walls and thus against the side strip electrodes, thanks to the constriction of the thick neoprene rings next to my body around the base of the organ. Already I wanted to pull off the constantly constricting rings, but they were there until I was released. They had done as intended and now my flesh had expanded and come partially erect with sensitizing blood, forcing it up along the smooth part of the sound. I tried somehow to strain and enhance the sensations, but the tight rings were implacable and all I could do was tremble and worry.

At first I just lay there, strapped to near immobility, struggling what little was possible against the multiple connections that held me down, but of course, I could barely move. Even so, I enjoyed the strict bondage; tensing my muscles to fight the restraint network and also reveling in the sensation of the tight rubber that encased my limbs, head and body; feeling the oppression of the sealed-on gas mask over the thick and tight under helmet. The rubber blinding panels fastened over my eyes on the inner helmet, were easy to get accustomed to and I occasionally chewed a little on the partially-inflated and reasonably comfortable gag, although to have it strapped securely into my mouth with no way of ejecting it was becoming increasingly annoying. I continued to test my bonds and each time I attempted to sit up, the wide collar immediately made itself known by clamping more firmly on my neck, making me intensely aware that I was unable to escape. Of course, the tight strap from the crown ring of the gas mask’s head harness also did the same and both were reinforced by the additional web of straps fastened over the face plate of the gas mask. When I tried to pull my feet up or bend my knees, the lower tensioning strap to my ankle cuff separator bar instantly stopped that from happening, and of course, there was no way to bring my widely-separated knees together, or up in any sort of protective move. With my thigh cuffs fastened to the edges of the table, I was prohibited from closing them, try though I might, and so was held completely vulnerable. Inside the Isolation Mittens, my gloved fingers and thumbs were isolated from each other and when I tried to claw them; the Mittens, being so deeply padded, added to my feelings and awareness of being unable to use my fingers to escape. Given that there was a set of securely locked cuffs over the wrists of my suit’s sleeves, I’d never be able to get them off by myself and that knowledge added hugely to my feeling of helplessness and vulnerability.

Breathing was relatively easy, but I was now always aware of the slight, but as time wore on, seemingly growing restriction from the bubbler columns when inhaling and I had to stifle the panicky thoughts that this soon created. The silence was almost total, although I could hear the blood coursing through my veins as well as the soft flap of the gas mask’s valves opening and closing and so I lay, waiting. I must have drifted into a daze when at last things began to happen and I came instantly awake. First came a mild suction on my by-now flaccid and semi-retracted p***s and I felt myself begin to harden and lengthen inside the tube. The thick, ribbed, brass sound was already inserted about five cm into my urethra and I was unable to escape it, but now, with the vacuum turned on, my p***s was dragged slowly and irrevocably further and further up its length, inside the tube! Suddenly, the hollow torment chamber seated itself fully and the vacuum immediately grew stronger, sucking me even more quickly and deeply up the length of the tube and forcefully threading the organ onto the ribbed sound!

Foolishly, I now realized, I’d chosen the 3/8's inch diameter, ribbed one and at first it wasn’t a bad thing, for the already-inserted portion was smaller in diameter and smooth, but when I thickened and hardened even more, it was then that the head of my p***s was sucked up over the first, then the succeeding ribs! Damn! Even though fully lubricated and having had the silicon oil injected into my urethra, that wasn’t a very nice sensation at all and I howled against the flaccid gag pad! I cursed myself for using the thicker sound, but it was far too late. Each succeeding rib was uncomfortably forced into my urethra and there was nothing I could do to stop it, struggle and howl for it to be stopped as I would. Only the small noises I managed to make because of the skewering sensation seeped past my gag; stifled totally by the gas mask, while I shuddered in my restraints, but the vacuum remained at a steady value, holding my blood-inflated, hardened maleness stretched out to a growing, and more and more uncomfortable, then painful length. The side electrodes of the tube pressed firmly into the super-sensitive flesh, guaranteeing that a full electrical circuit could be made.

Next, the breast cups’ vacuum came on, at first gently pulling the loose flesh and muscle tissue on my chest up into the cups, but when they also seated themselves fully, the strength of the vacuum suddenly increased to full and even more flesh was sucked in. It quickly became quite painful and I wailed fruitlessly into the gag, struggling to shift my upper body so that the cups would release their leech-like grasp, but they remained firmly latched onto my chest, sucking tighter and tighter with each passing second! I tried again to howl against the gag in a useless, and of course, futile attempt to beg for the strength to be turned down, but of course, my increasingly frantic but gag and gas mask-stifled howls of pain went unheard in the silent, locked room and the automatic process continued mercilessly... just as I’d designed it to.

Unbeknownst to me, upstairs, Jessica listened and watched me on the computer, beginning to smile happily. As she’d promised she would, she completely ignored my growing distress and plea’s for release. The full strength vacuum lasted for perhaps only a minute, then backed off, leaving the cups still tugging rhythmically on my breasts to keep them inflated with sensitising blood. The programming I’d created worked precisely as I’d planned it to, and for the next while nothing else happened. Every few minutes the vacuum on both the cups and the p***s tube increased to intolerable levels, sometimes at the same time and at others with just one or the other, but then it was kept at full strength for longer and longer periods, making me howl and struggle frantically, but it always backed off to leave me gasping with relief. By the end of the first hour and a half, although I thought it had been a great deal of time longer, I was desperate to be released from the bed and my bondage fantasy because the sensations and totality of my restraint and torment were far more intense than I’d imagined they would be, even though I’d desperately wanted to experience the full situation. Now, I just wanted to have it all stop and escape from the bed and my isolating, imprisoning costume.

In the past when playing alone, I’d always managed to free myself and escape; normally having lasted about an hour or a little longer at the intense levels, but I’d made Jessica promise to leave me here until the morning! She’d been reluctant and wanted me to give her a ‘safe’ word, but I was adamant that I wasn’t to be freed until the night was done and she finally agreed then said that if that was what I wanted, then that was indeed what would happen. At this point, I realized that my plans had been far too ambitious and wanted to be released as soon as possible, but that was not going to happen!

After the first round of vacuum torment, the electrical stimulation began. Although it wasn’t unpleasant at the beginning, the butt plug soon began delivering stronger and stronger pulses, while only low level ones tickled my blood-inflated breasts and n*****s and tube imprisoned maleness. The butt plug shocks became almost too much and my hips tried to lift off the bed, but I was held down by the side-fastened rings of my belt and the ones over my upper thighs and hips. Slowly increasing, buzzing e-stim pulses began to flow in the p***s tube and at first, they too were pleasant and easily bearable; making the skewered flesh tingle with arousing sensations that made me gasp and attempt to thrust myself further into the voracious, strongly suckling tube, despite the severe skewering of my p***s by the thick, brass sound. I shouldn’t have bothered trying because it was then that another cycle of strong vacuum attacked, threading the ribbed sound even more fully into my organ! The sensations of the syncopated, continual buzzing didn’t stop and soon I thought I’d go mad from them. They were exactly the same pattern as I’d used before ... and had been able to turn off ... but now, the controls to do that were far beyond my reach or any ability at all to reduce them. What it felt like was...

BBUUUZZZZZBBUUUUZZZZZBBUUUZZZZZ-bbbbuuuuzzzz. BBUUUZZZZZBBUUUZZZZZBBUUUZZZZZ-bbbbuuuzzzz. BBUUUZZZZZBBUUUZZZZZBBUUUZZZZZ-bbuuuuzzz. BBUUUZZZZBUUZZZZZBBUUUZZZZZ-bbbbuuuuzzzz. BBUUUZZZZZBBUUZZZZZBBUUUZZZZZ-bbbbuuuzzzz. BBUUUZZZZBBUUUZZZUUUZZZZZ-bbbuuuzzzz. And this went on and on and on without pause or escape!

The strength of the e-stim to the p***s tube gradually grew, enveloping the fullness of the extended organ and I wailed frantically from the very intense pulsing, but the sensations grew even stronger! I couldn’t stop the frantic screams that were easily and automatically forced from my soul while my hips and body strained and trembled against their fastenings. When I instinctively attempted to pull my legs together protectively, nothing happened of course. I jerked my arms mindlessly against their cuffs, my thickly gloved fingers clawing desperately inside the Isolation Mitts, trying to get at the torturing tube and remove it, but with them being embedded within their padded rubber prisons, it was a hopeless attempt. Reflexively, I again attempted to sit up, only to feel the collar abruptly clamp firmly against my throat and when I tried to shake my head in negation, the over-the-mask head restraint harness would not permit it. I just had to lie there, almost totally immobilized, and take the procedures I’d programmed into the system. The strong vacuum ceased for a moment while I remained fully inserted and erect, skewered deeply, and all the while, the butt plug continued with its electrical torment, then ... it was time for the breast vacuum to go to full strength once more!

My flesh was sucked fully into the cups and remained there at a painfully stretched level and it was then that the n****e/breast e-stim became stronger and stronger! Thanks to the blood that now inflated my breasts, they had become extremely sensitive and even the lowest levels of e-stim were intense, so when the higher levels came, I tried dementedly to shake my chest free of the hugely sucking cups, howling mindlessly in distress, but I was not to be left alone! Both the levels and pulse rate climbed even higher, all the while changing patterns, and in seconds I was once more screaming unashamedly into my gag, madly attempting to escape what was being done to the most sensitive s****l parts of my body. My legs and arms jerked automatically, straining at their fastenings in frantic efforts to somehow free themselves, but thanks to the manner in which I had arranged the restraint system, I could do nothing other than scream and beg into my gag that it stop, but that was no use at all. The programming I’d done was utterly merciless and would do only what its electronic instructions commanded. And too, Jessica had locked me into my restraints then sealed the room, promising not to release me until the morning!

My breasts curdled from the awful electrical flow, again in the same pattern that I’d used previously:

Bbbbbuuuuzzzz-bbbuuuZZZZ. BUZZZ-ZIP-ZIP-ZIP BBBBUUUUZZZZZ. Bbbbbuuuuzzzz-bbbuuuZZZZ. BUZZZ-ZIP-ZIP-ZIP BBBBUUUUZZZZZ. Bbbbbuuuuzzzz-bbbuuuZZZZ. BUZZZ-ZIP-ZIP-ZIP. BBBBUUUUZZZZZ. Bbbbbuuuuzzzz-bbbuuuZZZZ. BUZZZ-ZIP-ZIP-ZIP BBBBUUUUZZZZZ. Bbbbbuuuuzzzz-bbbuuuZZZZ. BUZZZ-ZIP-ZIP-ZIP BBBBUUUUZZZZZ. Bbbbbuuuuzzzz-bbbuuuZZZZ. BUZZZ-ZIP-ZIP-ZIP. BBBBUUUUZZZZZ ....

...

By this point I was almost mindless from the intense stimulation and had forgotten how long I’d set the duration for, for this first torment portion. The pain and over-stimulation was definitely too much to bear, even though I’d experienced them for brief lengths of time in the past, but now they were higher than ever before!

I could not remember how long I had already been in this position and there was no means for me to gauge time. The process just went on and on, continuing relentlessly and mercilessly. I was thoroughly bound to prevent escape or avoidance and now began gasping in deep panic, trying again and again to scream out to Jessica for it all to be turned off, but as intended, the partially-inflated gag and the covering gas mask thoroughly muffled all of my cries and I knew she would not release me until morning! I don’t know how long it went on, but at last both the strong vacuum and the extreme torment of the electrical pulses (or so I thought that night) backed off to bearable levels and I ceased to struggle, accepting that I would continue to be tortured at lower ones ... until the program changed again. This time, it was even more intense and set so that every two or three minutes, both the crotch and breast/n****e pulses peaked at the same time!

I panted and gasped erratically from my efforts, sweating freely inside my sealed-on rubber suit, helmet and gas mask even while lying quiet, slowly recovering from my extreme struggles. Nothing happened for what seemed a long time after, then it began once more and soon I was again thrashing frantically; screaming when the vacuum and e-stim became too strong to bear. The remainder of my night passed in the same way so that I got little rest, but I remembered that my last hour was to be one of high level, continuous stimulation and dreaded what was to come. I had no idea of the time that had passed and so was in a constant state of terror, desperately wanting out ... as soon as possible, but there was the end part of the night long session yet to be gone through and that would take me into places in my mind that I had no idea of.

Finally, it happened and I ascended into a maelstrom of frantic, demented struggles and screams from the intensity of the sensations; my mind overwhelmed to the point that I fainted, but then came aware again, only to be driven into more of the maddened movements, then more and more frantic screams until I fainted from sensory overload. I eventually returned to awareness, with nothing being done to me, then felt the various straps being loosened, until finally, with blessed relief, the gas mask was removed, but I remained still blinded and gagged. Jessica quickly freed me of the remainder of the restraints and 15 minutes later I was completely out and enjoying a much-needed shower. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that there were huge red hickies on and around my breasts, then further down, saw that my p***s seemed to have stretched and expanded dramatically. I was very tender in both areas, but the hot water and soap felt really good, and when I was done, I slipped into bed and was out like a blown candle. I slept for nearly 10 hours, at last getting up in the late evening at the urging of Jessica.

“I’ve got some hot soup and a sandwich prepared for you, dear.” She smiled from the doorway. “Now, come down to the dining room and eat, then we’ll discuss what happened last night. Actually, I’m surprised that I quite enjoyed preparing and restraining you. Even better though, was watching you struggle and hearing your screams and pleadings for it all to stop, and knowing I could easily stop everything, but didn’t want to. That was a real turn-on for me and I thoroughly enjoyed it!”

“The food sounds great, honey,” I mumbled, still fried from the experience and wondering what her obvious enjoyment meant for my future. “I’ll be downstairs in a minute, OK?”

“OK. Don’t be too long or the soup will get cold.”

Five minutes later we were sitting at the dining room table and for a while there was a companionable silence while I ate like a starved wolf. At last I finished and leaned back.

“Thanks, honey. I really needed that,” I sighed. “Last night was an experience I’ll not soon forget and that’s for sure!”

“You’re welcome, on both counts.” She smiled at me. “How are you feeling, now that you’ve satisfied your desire?”

“It’ll take me a while to absorb and process what happened, but all in all, it was fun; strange as that may sound.”

“I must say again,” she grinned evilly at me, “that I very much enjoyed the whole preparation process then watching you get your fantasy fulfilled. That surprised me! I’d thought that I’d have to be a lot more proactive than was the case. I can see that the machinery is easily controlled, too, and that was an important discovery for me.”

“I’m glad you also got some pleasure from the experience.” I smiled happily, stifling a yawn.

“Yes, it was fun ... and a revelation to me in many ways. Do you want to repeat the experience soon?”

“I’d love to, but not for a little while yet,” I replied. Wow! This was incredible development! She’d help me do it again!

“OK. How about a week from last night, the same thing?”

“That sounds great!” I grinned back at her.

“I’ll do it then, but there are conditions, my dear,” she added, turning very serious. “If you want me to do it, first of all you’ll have to show me how all the machines work.”

“Easily done,” I agreed. “They’re pretty straight forward and an hour or two of familiarization will be good. What’s the next condition?”

“OK. This one may be a little more than you want to go for Alex, but here it is. You must immediately, and I mean right now, give me all the keys to your Latowski chastity belt and all of your other restraints. Once I have them in my possession you will fit yourself with those neoprene c**k rings then lock yourself into your chastity belt. You’re going to become my little chastity toy, dear! I’m going to keep you locked up in that lovely Latowski chastity belt for a long time to come!”