Secret Fantasies Fulfilled & Then Some

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

The Bed

The so-called bed was centred along one of the walls, about a metre away from it, and I quickly discerned the differences between it and what I’d used down in the play room. The first thing that struck me was the frame: this was made of a thick, highly-polished aluminum that contained the mattress itself, but that was not the totality of the frame ... not by a long shot! Its sides and ends were not just bland pieces of metal, but had been precision milled and formed so that there were longitudinal slots in them, each of these with indentations on the top and bottom edges, designed to accept and lock-down all types of equipment. Each corner of the bed had a weirdly-configured piece and along the sides, top, and bottom there were additional, complicated-looking sets of lever arrangements. All of these could be positioned and locked into whatever orientation was desired, then I saw the vertical posts, also locked to the side rails and wondered in fear what their intended purpose was. The bed looked precisely as it was intended to: it would hold the occupant in whatever position the person in control wanted, and keep them in that position for as long as was deemed necessary. The frightening thing was not the range of the restraint equipment already mounted, but the other things that could be added was immense, and there would be no perceived slackness of leather or rubber restriction – only the harshness and finality of metal. The mattress was covered by a thick, black rubber sheet that already gleamed with a coating of oil and a thinner sheet lay folded at the bottom of the bed. Jessica’s voice interrupted my chaotic thoughts.

“Obviously, my dear, this is not a bed of the type used in insane asylums, but a considerably more advanced version. You may as well know right now that this is your nightly resting place beginning tonight, as I said a moment ago. Effectively, this is also my new Play Room. Most of the equipment you had set up in the original one in the basement and many of the restraints are now up here in the closet, or hung on the walls, but I’ll soon be upgrading them to better quality and far more secure devices. Your old play space downstairs will be re-converted to a Recreation Room and as well, now that we have this bed, I’ve sold the one you made. Now we’ll use the real thing!

“You may also be interested to know that I’ve moved all of your electrical and vacuum equipment over there in the locked closet, and it’s all now remotely controllable from anywhere in the house and also from my cell phone. If I ever allow you outside again without an escort, I’ll be able to control you from anywhere in the world. There’s no escape for you, Alex. OK, come along and I’ll get you settled for the night,” she commanded, pulling on my controlling and humiliating leash.

I’d never really felt that I was that easily controlled, but the last couple of hours had adjusted my opinion substantially and now her firm use of the leash made me very fearful of what was to come. I reluctantly stumbled forward, then Jessica turned and released my wrists from each other and the back chain. A minute later she’d connected short chains to the side rings of my chastity belt and locked their free ends to my wrist cuffs, then released my elbows from the back chain. She immediately pulled my hands down to the D ring on the front shield and secured them to it, also, with another lock. I felt her hands between my legs and she did something under the cup.

“OK. That’s got a urinary catheter hose connected. Whenever you’re not hooked up to this bed system you’ll wear one of these full time from now on, strapped to your leg, so neither of us will need to worry about you having to pee at an inopportune time. You can just go ahead and do it. Now, sit on the mattress, then lay down with your legs straight out.”

Bound and hooded as I was, I had no choice but to do as she commanded, but when I sat, the catheter connection and hose was pushed up into its aperture in the steel cover of the chastity belt, making me moan with the disturbing and very uncomfortable, deeper insertion of the tube into my p***s. I quickly lay back on the cold, thick and slick rubber cover with my helmeted head resting near the top of the bed. Jessica wasted no time moving me to the centre and a little further up its length, until my head was near the top end, and I lay still while she continued her work, humming happily all the time. The first restraint she applied required me to lift my head and I felt a wide rigid cuff slipped under my neck. This was held by two of the sets of adjustable arms and she immediately flipped the front part around my neck, over my regular steel collar and locked it, then adjusted the arms and locked them also so that my neck was held immovably. From there, she moved down my body and slipped another wide, rigid cuff under my back, just above the waist band of the Latowski belt and it too was clamped firmly, then adjusted on its own sets of articulated arms, resulting in my body being held rigidly in position. My ankles and legs were the next things she dealt with by using the articulated arms on each side of the lower part of the bed frame. After clamping my right ankle, she released the short hobble chain and my thigh cuff linkage, then clamped my left ankle. Higher up, she moved another set of the articulated arms on each side and locked them to my thigh cuffs, then moved to my wrists and upper arms. Separately, each one was freed from my chastity belt, then they too were fastened to their own sets of articulated arms at my wrists and above my elbows. For the moment, all of my limbs were free to move within the limits permitted by the as yet un-tightened arms connected to them, but that was to change immediately.

Jessica then began to adjust them to the configuration she’d decided I would sleep in for the night, quickly moving my upper arms away from my body. They were locked in place, then she raised my forearms, spread them off to the sides and locked them in position so that they were held upwards in a gesture of supplication and all I could do was to claw my fingers uselessly in mid-air. Satisfied with that arrangement, she next moved to my legs, while I could only stare straight up at the black ceiling, gasping and whimpering with increasingly terror-filled thoughts. She loosened the arms that limited my legs, then slowly pulled my right one up until it was at 90 degrees to my torso, spreading it to the side, then repeated the same action on the other side so that my thighs were splayed vulnerably far apart. Next came the ankle restraint arms, and she lifted my lower legs and placed my calves in the troughs, then the ankle restraints were locked so that this arrangement left me securely fastened, on my back with my thighs and lower legs widely separated, as though I was about to give birth! I felt horribly vulnerable, precisely as she intended I should, and when I tried to twist and move my body and limbs, I discovered that there was no freedom permitted, no matter how I strained against the rigid metal restraint system. She stood back then came to look down into my face.

“There! You’re set for the night. How do you like it so far?” Of course, I could say nothing and so stared up at her in silence. “As you’ve now no doubt come to realize, there’ll not be any playtime, initially, for you tonight. This arrangement will get you accustomed to your new bed and nightly restraints, then I’ll be back for some further experimentation early in the morning just to brighten your day.”

At one point in my self bondage play, the dream of being rigidly and inescapably restrained was a goal I’d wanted desperately to reach, but now, I was truly locked down and utterly unable to do a thing. Too, I had liked rubber as a toy and temporary experience, but not as a full time covering, and so my introduction to the bed and its coverings came as a shock. She drew up the rubber sheet from the base of the bed and covered me with it, concealing all of my restraints beneath its tent-like covering, then spent the next minutes tightening it so that when she’d finished, I was sealed into a rubber envelope with only my helmeted head sticking out, encircled by the tight, wide, over-collar. The last thing she did was to re-apply my blindfold, then I faintly heard her speak.

“Sleep while you can, Alex, because as I said, this is how you’re going to spend nearly all of your nights from now on. We’ll have our little demonstration and chat pretty early in the morning. Sleep well!”