Secret Fantasies Fulfilled & Then Some

Chapter Three-3

“O-O-OK,” I agreed in defeat, feeling a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach. “What-what’s made you change so much?”

“Alex, I discovered your password book and went surfing through all of the sites you liked to visit. It was most educational, I assure you. And ... I discovered a few sites of my own also, dealing with how to control a man. You’re already half-way there, so I’m just continuing the process, and it’s going to accelerate, dear, so get used to it.”

“Th-that helmet is pretty awful,” I complained. “I really don’t want to have to wear it-OOUUUUCHARRR! Please-please-please!”

Her fingers had danced over the buttons of the remote control and pressed down the Command button at Level Three, holding it there for interminable seconds.

“That’s another lesson, dear. You are not to argue or complain from now on! Just do as you’re told. Also, as a part of that, you are no longer permitted to speak unless I give specific permission for you to do so. You can signal that desire by raising your hand, when you’re permitted to have them unbound that is. Nod if you understand.”

Numbly, I did, feeling the restriction of the wide steel collar intensely, then she continued.

“Now, I’m going to fit you with the Discipline Helmet, Alex. When I do, open your mouth for the gag when I pull it over your face, then stay still until I finish fastening it or you’ll get another shot of discipline shocks, but those will be at Level Four.”

There was nothing I could do to resist her! Jessica picked up the helmet and a few seconds later it had been drawn fully over my head with the thick-skinned bladder of the inflatable gag pad plopping into my waiting, opened mouth. The gag pad was actually a little too big, but it had a trough in its bottom into which my tongue slid and I quickly adjusted it inside my mouth. A moment later, she tightened the laces from the crown of my head down to the base of the helmet’s collar at the back of my neck and when she did, the long, thick and uncomfortably large internal nostril hoses went far up into my head. She tied off the laces and the combination of the two pieces of restraint equipment resulted in a scarily impressive and utterly defeating restraint. Far too soon I had become deeply entombed in blackness and silence. The security harness straps went around it over the eye and ear pads, with another that passed under the chin and these were soon drawn tight, fully deafening and blinding me and forcing me to bite down firmly on the gag.

“OK, dear!” I heard her faintly. “I’m going to go and do some work, then I’ll come back and bring you upstairs and put you to bed. Don’t run off now!” She laughed. That was the last thing I heard for the longest time.

For the first few moments I struggled desultorily against the chains connecting me to the post and tried to pull my hands and arms free, then with increasing desperation, but everything I attempted was fruitless. My traitorous body and mind became aroused at being so helplessly bound and within the chastity belt; I swelled again to a demanding but unsatisfiable erection. It seemed like a long time later that I felt the chains being released, but she left me in the Discipline Helmet and wearing the gag, removing only the blind fold, then, holding my front-of-the-collar leash chain in one hand, she grasped my left arm above the elbow cuff and marched me from the garage and up the stairs. Normally, we turned left and went along the hall to the Master Bedroom, but this time, she turned to the right and walked me in clinking, chain-limited steps to the guest room farthest from the front of the house, then stopped before the closed door and turned to me.

“You’re going to be sleeping in here from now on, Alex. The metal of your chastity belt touching me during the night has become a bother and so this is my solution.”

I had to strain to hear her, even though she was close and speaking loudly.

“I’ve been busy in here over the past weeks while you were at work. The walls are now twice as thick as they used to be and the spaces between the original ones and the new inner walls have been, first, filled with sound-deadening foam, then a three mm thick steel liner went over top of that. I’ve also raised the floor level about 15 cm, placed a steel flooring under it, and insulated that space. The ceiling has also gotten a three 3 mm covering of steel and I’ve gone up into the attic and doubled up on the insulation there. So ... this room is going to be totally silent. No sounds from outside get in, and none that you make in here, if you’re not gagged, will ever get out. Although the door looks like a normal one from the outside, as you can see, it’s been exchanged for a steel one and is now double thickness and sound insulated on its inner side. As well, it’s been strengthened and fitted with high security, time locks. Although the window still looks normal from the outside, it no longer exists on the interior walls. Effectively, my dear, this room has become a high security isolation cell, and it’s where you’re going to spend any free time I permit you to have, from now on.

“The furniture that used to be in here is gone and yesterday I had a special bed delivered from the German manufacturer and I’ve just finished bolting it to the floor. You’ll find your new bed to be far more than you ever dreamt of in terms of a Bondage Bed, Alex.”

She opened the door with a heavy key of the type, I later found out, is used for jails and prison cells. We’d never locked any of the guest bedrooms, until now. The thick and obviously heavy door swung wide and I instantly saw that she hadn’t been kidding. The original door that used to be only three cm thick, was now almost like a vault door, being nearly 15 cm thick! However, inside this outer door was another made completely of black steel bars that needed a separate key to also be unlocked. When both had been swung fully open on their reinforced, heavy duty hinges, she urged me inside telling me to be careful while stepping up onto the new floor level.

What I saw scared the absolute Hell out me.