Secret Fantasies Fulfilled & Then Some

Chapter Five-1

Chapter Five

Additional Revelations

I was hot, sweaty, uncomfortable ... and totally helpless. Gagged and blinded, I struggled what little I could under the cloying sheet, but nothing happened. She couldn’t be serious! I didn’t and never had wanted our marriage to involve this much of my scene desires, but Jessica had discovered the c***k in my armour and was exploiting it to the fullest extent ... or so I thought at that point. For a long time I fought against my restraint network, but she’d been very thorough and there wasn’t a chance to get out of my predicament, no matter what I tried. That situation immediately became the normal way I’d spend nearly all of my nights, but it was very much a bondage and rubber encasement of the ‘mild’ type I’d imagined. Even so, she’d told me that I’d be spending all of my nights in the tormenting arrangement and that scared me, rather than making me want it to happen. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep and had nightmares that are hard to believe.

I awakened suddenly in the middle of the night, sensing somehow that Jessica stood beside me.

“Hello, Sweetie! It’s time for some more fun! There’s a feature of your new bed I want to show you, and this seems to be the perfect time to do it.”

The tented rubber over-sheet was removed to reveal me splayed and available, but she had no intention of leaving me fastened in just that way. Suddenly, the mattress dropped away from under my back so that I was suspended, held in position by my metal restraints! It took a long time to get used to and if I fought my bonds at all, it hurt, so I remained still. I didn’t see her do it but she connected the e-stim machines to me.

“You’ll find the balance of your night to be ... ah ... entertaining, for want of a better word, honey. Since you’re unable to talk, there’s not much point in my continuing the conversation and so it’s good night again, my dear!”

Once more total silence descended and I didn’t hear the door close and lock behind her, leaving me to lay fastened into my restraints in mid-air, pinned like a butterfly in a display case. After the initial excitement, bondage is boring, but mine was not to remain so. An indeterminable time later, my chastity belt began slowly unleashing stronger and stronger shocks that soon had me writhing against the rigid restraint system while I tried to howl for mercy. It was awful! I could not escape the electrical pulses, and being held in such a vulnerable position made it far worse psychologically. I don’t know how long the ‘entertainment’ lasted, but near the end I was almost continually gasping and screaming until it finally stopped and I crashed instantly into an exhausted sleep.

The next morning Jessica released me from the bed and blinding panel, but kept me in the helmet and otherwise fully-chained while I was drawn, gagged to silence, with only the rattling of my hobble, down the hall to the guest bathroom.

“Use the toilet, dear, then I’ll put you in the shower stall and wash you. After you’re dried off, I’ll dress you in a cape and feed you breakfast, then we’ll have a little chat about how you’re going to live from now on.”

Thirty minutes later we were sitting in the breakfast nook. She removed my gag and was soon feeding me and helping me to drink a morning coffee. The free end of the leash from the back of my collar had been locked to a newly-installed ring on the wall behind, swinging gently back and forth when I moved; preventing me from slumping forward. When we were done, she cleared away the dishes and sat down opposite me, then began speaking.

“Alex, I’m sure you’re very surprised at how much my approach to ‘the scene’ has changed in the last weeks, and too, at the speed with which things have happened. Actually, dear, your kinky needs and desires have turned out to be very empowering for me and I’m really enjoying the control I now have of you and your entire life. I’m going to ensure that this new arrangement is a permanent change. You may speak.”

“Th-thank you, Jessica,” I murmured, pulling my wrists and arms against their lock to the front shield of my chastity belt and kicking my legs a little against their short hobble. Its central link, too, had been connected to another newly-installed ring in the floor, under the table. My thigh cuffs remained locked closely together and so I could barely move my upper legs. “Th-th-this whole thing is a considerable shock for me, as you must know. I didn’t think you ever wanted to play with me and so got pretty involved by myself.”

“Oh, I understand that, but as I’ve said, I’ve changed, Alex. Now you’re totally mine.” She smiled with happiness. “You’re also no doubt wondering how you’re going to manage to go to work and do all the normal things you used to. Actually, it’s pretty straight forward, honey. If I ever permit you out of the house again, unescorted, you’ll wear all the steel restraints you do now. From now on, my dear, you’re going to wear skirts or dresses, and like it not, that is how you will be attired from now on. Your thigh bands will be disconnected from each other only if you wear trousers and that will be almost never, or if your bondage needs to be changed. They’re easily concealed by your clothing, and so there’ll no longer be any sliding off to the bar for a beer with the boys, or any other sort of excursions out of the house unauthorized by me.

“If you are not escorted by me, you’ll only be nominally free during the day, other than for the leashes connected at the front and back of your collar and they’ll always remain locked on. Don’t forget that I can remotely discipline and signal you by cell phone, OK? When you return home you’ll immediately go to the garage, get undressed and lock the hobble chain to your ankle cuffs and the central link to the ring now there for it, at the base of the post. I’ve added other rings with mounted chains along the length of the post and the next thing you’ll do will be to bring a chain to each side of your waist band and lock them on. Above that, there’s a short chain that is to be connected to the back ring of your collar and that must also be connected. Once you’ve been fully fastened to the post as I’ve explained, and I mean every time, you’ll take the opened lock from one of the waist chains and fasten your wrist cuffs to the front shield ring of your chastity belt. You’ll wait there until I’m prepared to have you enter the house and that will be signaled when you feel this ...”

“This is really wil-EEEAAAHHH! Please-please don’t ple-EEEAAAAHHH!” I stopped talking and stared at her happily smiling face.

“I didn’t give you permission to speak again, dear! Now, concerning your shock signals ... I’m going to begin using them more and more frequently from now on. You’ll have to learn what they all mean and there’s quite a few, so you’d best pay attention.“I should tell you also that I’m going to remove the temptation for you to talk out of turn. I’ve been in contact with Axsmar and they’re creating a new collar for you, complete with a fully integrated, but removable gag. It’s a damned expensive piece of kit, but well worth it, I feel. I’ll be able to remove the gag portion when I need to, but when it gets here, you’ll wear it all the time when you’re home and maybe even in public too. I’m afraid you won’t like it very much.

“You might as well understand right now, Alex, that I’m going to keep you on a leash at all times from now on, especially since you’ll be at home and I don’t want you wandering around the house unless I permit it. So, you might as well get used to that becoming a permanent part of your new life as my possession and pet. Speaking of pets ... most of the more valuable ones are tagged in some way these days and that’s going to happen to you also. I’m going to get a couple of RFID tags and transceivers implanted in your breasts.

“While browsing through your computer I discovered that you have a deep interest in some pretty severe piercings and body modifications and the jewellery that can be mounted in the piercings. So, that being the case, I’m going to have you extensively pierced just like the images and descriptions that have turned you on, and then you’re going to be fitted with some quite evil jewellery for the resultant holes. I’m sure you’ll soon grow to quite hate what you’ll have to wear, but that’s just too bad, my dear. Needless to say, these additions are all quite permanent and it is going to be done to you, like it or not.

“Some of the pieces I’m going to have you fitted with are pairs of ear and n****e rings as well as a septum nasallang bar and an outer shackle for it. The septum bar, FYI, will be fitted through a large, grommeted hole and a long U shackle, will be fastened to it. Other arrangements are possible though, and will involve additional piercings.

“I’ve got other plans to help with your silencing, as well, honey. Your tongue is also going to get pierced five times: two holes at the very far back where it descends into your throat, two at mid-point and one near the tip. Each of these piercings will have a thick post inserted and those will be locked in, also becoming permanent fixtures in your mouth.

“P-PLEASE, Jessica! I don’t wan ...EEEEAAA AGHHH-EEAAAggg-EEEEAAA AGHHH-EEAAAggg-!!!” I screamed and automatically tried to jump against my restraints when she pressed the button.

“I told you not to speak unless I give you permission, Alex!” she admonished, then calmly continued speaking.

“I’ve looked more closely at the sites you’ve visited and seen the pictures of the pierced women you’ve collected, so I know all about your fantasies in that side of the spectrum as well, honey. You’re going to join those esteemed ranks of pierced and subjugated women, my dear!

“Now, back to your new schedule. As I’ve already mentioned, you’ll sleep in your new room from this point forward. I am quite enjoying having the bed to myself and so you too now have one, albeit somewhat more of an institutional style than what you’ve been used to. Let’s face it, dear; the bed room you’ve been moved into is very definitely a cell. Seeing as how it’s been completely sound-insulated and lined with steel and rubber, it’s your new secret home and from now on, unless you’re on a leash and escorted, the remainder of the house is forbidden territory to you. We’ve done your nights in rubber enclosure just as you wanted, but that’s also going to change. Whereas before you only wanted to do it every couple of weeks, now you’ll spend every fourth or fifth night as well as all weekends and holidays being tormented like that, should I feel the urge. Scary, isn’t it? You may speak.”

“I can’t be-be-believe this, Jessica!” I muttered angrily, tugging my arms against the lock in my crotch. The sensation of the wide, heavy cuffs snugly encircling my wrists was oppressive, as was intended, and now I just wanted to be free of them. “How will you explain this whole thing to our neighbours, friends and relatives?”

“No worries there, my dear. We’ve never been tight with the neighbours, so they don’t enter into our lives. As to the friends ... well, since your predilections seem to have isolated us from everyone but other kinks, I don’t believe there’ll be a problem when they learn about the new management here. Relatives ... both of ours are on the other side of the continent and we seldom see them, so that’s not an issue either. If we have to meet, you’ll be dressed as you would at work, but wearing concealing clothing, of course, and under my command of your electronic leash and control system.

“You might get to do yard work on the weekend days and be seen around the place, however, the electronic leashing and control system and the new invisible electronic fence I’ve had installed will be employed to keep you within the bounds of the property. The system is flawless and very exact, so you’ll have to be careful.

“OK. That’ll give you things to think about for the next little while, I’m sure. Now, you’re going to spend some quiet time so I’m going to lock the gag on you again, but I’ll leave the blinder panel off. In a minute or two you’re going outside to the back porch. You’ll remain tethered, of course, and I’ve made some new arrangements so that your leashes can slide along wires. Effectively, they’re running leashes that will allow you to walk out onto the back lawn, but the system won’t allow you near the fences, and the top one is high enough so that you can’t fall down.

“Seeing as how you love to wear them, you’re going to be fitted with a nice, long, heavy and bulky skirt and low-heeled, knee high boots, but that will eventually change to more stringent footwear. You’ll wear a loose upper body covering, then on top of everything, your wonderful long rubber over-cape and just to make sure you don’t try to make any sort of call for an escape attempt, you’ll remain gagged. You’ll be outside most of the rest of today as I have to go get groceries, then make arrangements for you at the piercing salon and do some other errands.” She knelt and released my ankle hobble from its floor ring, then stood again. “Stand up!”

A sizzling pulse made me jump to my feet and I shuddered with misery while she retrieved the awful gag and other items, then one at a time, momentarily freed my wrists from the front shield restraint ring of my chastity belt and had me step into the seven cm heeled ankle boots, then the long, heavy skirt. She slipped the blouse up my arms, over my shoulders, and buttoned it down my back. Once satisfied that all was properly fitted, she pulled my wrists to where the D ring stuck out through a discreet eyelet on the front of my skirt, and re-locked them to it.

Over these arrangements went my thick, rubber, ankle length cape with its deeply-cowled bonnet. I’d bought it on a whim of horniness, loving the concept that there were no arm slits and therefore made it very difficult to get out of. The cape fastened from the ground-brushing hem, all the way up to my neck with small, closely spaced, integrated locks and so with no arm slits, my hands were rendered doubly useless underneath. Jessica unlocked my back-of-the-collar leash from the wall behind and fed it through a reinforced eyelet at the base of the neck, under the thrown-back bonnet, then left it to swing freely outside the cape, down my back. She grasped my front one and walked me slowly out onto the open-sided, back porch, then after having me descend the four steps to the lawn, locked the end link of a chain hanging from a ring on a thick overhead wire to my back collar ring, leaving the leash still attached. Another chain from a lower ring and wire arrangement was fastened to the central link of my hobble, but what I wasn’t aware of was that the rings were snug on their wires and would therefore need some effort to make them slide. A thinly-cushioned chair had been placed just to one side of the steps and she gestured to it.

“You can sit down occasionally, Alex. Your upper leash is just barely long enough to permit that. However, you’ll be required to begin walking immediately when I give you this signal.” Three prolonged bursts of electricity transfixed my captive maleness and I howled into the gag, struggling and writhing frantically against my chains, staring at her fearfully.

“When you feel that, you’d best get out on the lawn and begin moving as quickly along the wires as you can manage. It doesn’t matter if you’re already doing so, because I’m going to send that signal, or others, whenever I feel the urge. Just for your information, there’s a couple of small, hi-definition, remotely-controlled TV cameras out here on the porch and another couple out in the trees that cover the full length of the leash and the rest of the lawn. They’re hooked up to the computer and I’ve set up a private website so that I can observe you on the cell phone. OK, I must be off as I’ve a lot to do. Have fun!”

She turned and walked into the house, closing and locking the door behind her so that I couldn’t get at the phone in the kitchen. That, of course, just made me more fully aware of my helplessness to escape what was going to be done to me and for long minutes I stared at the locked door wondering what had happened to my until-now pretty normal life. I kicked experimentally against my hobble, feeling the firm clamping of my wide and thick ankle cuffs, then jerked my wrists against their lock, feeling each restriction strongly. I was alone and scared out of my wits at the situation I now found myself in.