My heart was pounding as the plane taxied to the gate. It wouldn’t be very log until I was fully at his mercy and the second thoughts were looming large in my mind. Not that I had any choice but to follow through. I had no return ticket and too little money to even get out of the city at this point. Besides, he had enough humiliating pictures of me that would be posted all over the internet if I tried to avoid the inevitable. I was going to be locked up and under his complete control for the next three days.
I was both excited and scared and I had no way of knowing what was really in store for me. Fantasies were flying around my head as I grabbed by small backpack from the overhead bin and walked down the jetway into the terminal.
It was real now as my first task was at hand. I stopped in the first men’s room and headed back to the furthest stall. I dug into the pack for the small, vinyl pouch and turned my cell phone back on. I took a picture of the plastic lock that held the zipper closed and texted it to him. He now knew that I was in the airport and the clock had started ticking for me.
The lock was harder to break than I thought, but eventually I was able to get the pouch open. I already knew what was inside – a CB600 short chastity cage and a lock with no key – this much he had told me. There were only the required pieces, no extra cock rings or spacers, and one item that I hadn’t been expecting – the small spiked piece that I have seen referred to as the gates of intrigue. The spikes fit into the spacer portion of the cock ring to add extra security from pulling out and add a constant, dull pain – or so I’ve heard, as I’ve never used them before.
He had sent the pouch with the airline ticket and the backpack. He had limited me to 25 bucks in cash and my driver’s license – no wallet or credit cards. And no other clothes than what I was wearing. The backpack was close to empty, but hadn’t raised any eyebrows at the security checkpoint. It had been a long, boring flight as I was allowed nothing to read, no ipad, or videos to watch – he even had sent me a pre-paid cellphone to use on the trip. Although it had a camera, it didn’t have any “smartphone” features at all and no mp3 capability.
Thankfully, he had placed a small, sample sized tube of lube in the pouch as my dick was getting hard and I was struggling to get the cock cage locked on. My dick was pretty small and the “short” version of the CB6000 was the only chastity cage that kept me from getting hard.
The little spikes on the gates of intrigue were going to be more uncomfortable than I would have guessed. They dug into the base of my dick which was swollen from trying to get erect. When I was limp they probably wouldn’t be painful, but I would always know they were there. Overtime, however, I am sure they would grow to be more painful than I hoped.
I snapped the lock shut on the chastity cage and texted another picture to him showing it locked in place. As I was pulling up my jeans the text-received ping sounded on my phone. It was from him (as I knew it would be). It was short”
“Alone in a strange town, locked up, and totally fucking screwed – aren’t you?”
The rest of the message was instructions on which train to take into the city and then which bus line to get closest to his apartment. He had already told me that I would be given only the bare minimum of information that I would need. Once I had arrived in the city, I was not to communicate with him or speak to him unless ordered to do so. The rules had been agreed to and there would be consequences for disobeying them.
It was a long walk to the train and cost me $10 of the remaining $20 I had on me. A bottle of water and a bag of chips had cost me $5 in the airport as I waited for the plane. I was too nervous to enjoy the sights as we clacked along into the city. The closer the train got to the station, the more real it all became for me. I had 10 bucks left, knew no one in this city, and had no credit cards to pay for anything. I was already fully dependent upon him and I hadn’t even met him yet.
I had to ask directions several times before I found the right bus stop. The ride was a long one and I almost missed the correct stop. I was day dreaming about what was to come and the cock-cage and points of intrigue were causing me a great deal of discomfort.
I hoped off the bus just before the doors closed and tried to get my bearings. I was disoriented but finally saw the cross street that he lived on. Now it was a matter of walking a few blocks and finding his building. As he told me to do, I sent a text letting him know where I was and he texted back the building’s address.
This was the first time that I had a physical address of his location. It dawned on me that I was probably nuts for doing all of this. I had never met this guy in person and I only knew him from on-line chats, phone calls, and Skype chats. I was violating every rule of “safe play,” but that is why it was so damned exciting. Since I had no idea where he actually lived in the city until I received his last text, no one knew where exactly where I was going to be for the next few days. If something went amiss, there wouldn’t be anyone with any idea where to start looking for me. My dick struggled to get hard as I thought of that fact and I stopped in my tracks from the pain of the spikes. Those spikes were going to be far more painful than I had thought.
I found the address that he had given me. It was a nice three story brick building on a quiet street. Dusk was just starting to settle on the city and the building was cast in shadow. It looked ominous to me as it was going to be my prison very soon.
The cell phone vibrated and I checked the text:
“I’ll buzz you in.”
He must have been watching from a window
“Apartment B2. That’s in the lower level. Stairs to the right side of the lobby.”
I wasn’t quite to the door when I heard the electronic lock buzz it open, so I had to rush to pull it open before it would relock.
“The door to the apt will be open. Come inside as we have discussed and get undressed. The foot locker in the hall will have everything you will be wearing. Take everything out, everything you have with you in the locker, and lock it. Once you are wearing what has been set-out for you, kneel and wait.”
I have never been able to text that fast, but already knew the rules from his previous instructions. This was my last chance to back out. I’m sure I could get in touch with someone back home that could get me money so I could get back. Would have some explaining to do, but at least I would be home. Then the pictures popped into my mind. The ones he had and was going to post if I didn’t do everything he ordered me to do. He had access to all of my sites and would have them up in minutes and I would have no way to take them down before they were seen (and reposted.)
I slowly made my way down the stairs and found myself standing in front of his door. It was slightly ajar. I hesitated only a moment then pushed my way into the hallway, closing the door and engaging the locks.
The footlocker was in plain sight. A padlock was on the floor next to it. There was no sense in prolonging the inevitable, so I undressed and folded my clothes neatly on the floor before opening the locker.
The lighting in the hall was dim, but I saw the rubber suit immediately. It turned out to be a full catsuit, zippers at the shoulders for entry, zip from the crotch to the rear, integrated feet and gloves, and (the worst) an attached hood. I wasn’t sure about the rubber hood. I liked the leather ones, for sure, but my experience with rubber ones was limited. I imagined them to be hot and too confining. Not that it mattered now. I would be wearing it in a few moments and it would remain on for the entire time I was here. That had been the agreed deal; anything I was given to wear would not come off until I was freed after the third day.
There was no lube in the locker, so I really had to struggle to get the suit pulled up to my shoulders. The tightness around the crotch pushed hard against the cock cage and made the spikes dig in even worse. My dick was, again, trying to get erect and that combination brought tears to my eyes. I was in for several days of severe discomfort.
The gloves in the suit made everything more difficult. I pulled the last few items out of the locker and tossed my clothes and the backpack inside before locking it. Now I had no access to either the cell phone or my ID. There was very little that I could do to get help if I tried to leave now.
There were a few small locks, a thick rubber collar, heavy, hinged handcuffs, and a set of leg irons. It was obvious that the suit’s shoulder zippers were made to lock to the collar which, in turn, would be locked around my neck. There would be no way out of the suit without the keys to those locks. I hesitated, but then resigned myself to my fate. The hood was hanging from the front of the suit and it was only then that I noticed that it had only a mouth opening and nose holes. There were no eye openings. I was going to be completely blind once the hood was in place. That scared me more than anything; but, apparently, my dick thought it was exciting as I doubled over from its latest attempt to get hard.
I set the locks and collar on top of the footlocker so I could find them easily and started to pull the hood up over my head. As I had suspected it was tighter than anything that I had worn before and seemed to form a vacuum seal by the time it snapped into place around my head. I could breathe easily enough, but I was already starting to sweat and that would only get worse.
I fumbled around for the collar and struggled with it for a long time before I was able to get it locked in-place. Getting the small locks onto the zipper pulls and then locked to the collar seemed to take an hour. The gloves made it hard to make the fine movements necessary, but they, too, were locked in place.
I paused a moment to consider my situation. I was now locked inside of a rubber suit with no way to get out. It dawned on me that even if I had the keys, I doubt I could maneuver them with the gloves to unlock the little padlocks. What a dumb fuck I am, I thought. Here I am in a complete stranger’s apartment, trapped inside a rubber prison and blind. It was all too much and I almost screamed for help. But the only one who would hear me was the one man that would never let me out until the agreed three days had passed. There was no safe word. I had agreed to let him control every aspect of my confinement for the next three days.
Deflated, I felt around for the leg irons and snapped them on. I was careful not to over tighten them and I tried to be conscious of the fact that they were not double locked as I moved to a kneeling position. The hinged cuffs were difficult to lock on behind my back, but I was able to eventually get them snapped on as well. So that was that. Even if I wanted to there was now no way that I could even get out of his apartment. Any trace of freedom was now gone. I was his to do with as he pleased.
At least he didn’t make me wait long. I was startled when I felt the gag press against my lips. With no choice I opened my mouth to a heavy, rubber, tube gag. He pulled the straps tight and I heard the lock snap shut. It held my tongue down and my jaws open. Even if I wanted to I wouldn’t be able to do more than moan. He then proceeded to double lock the cuffs and without a word dragged me to my feet and led me further into the apartment. He pushed me to my knees and I could hear him rummaging around but, without sight, had no idea what he was doing.
I found out soon enough, though, as he made me crawl forward until I was aware of bars. After some maneuvering I heard the door slam. I was in a cage. The sound of the padlock locking me in sounded like a gunshot to me. It had just gone from bad to worse. I was trapped in so many ways that I couldn’t even imagine a way out. I was so deep at his mercy that I started to panic. My breathing was ragged and I was sweating terribly in the suit. My eyes stung as sweat ran into them and I started to thrash around and moan into the gag.
He let me struggle for quite a while before grabbing my hooded head through the bars and, in as few words as possible, telling me to stop. Working myself into a lather was only going to make it worse for me. There was no way I was going to be let out of the cage or the restraints. If I struggled anymore the three days might turn into five or more.
He pushed my head back hard and I could hear him walk away. It took some time, but I was able to calm down. All I could think of was the fact that I had done this entirely to myself.
I pushed him to give me this opportunity. I sent him the most embarrassing, naked, chastity caged, cock sucking pictures that I could imagine. And I made the trip here under his rules. He might hold the keys, but there was no one else to blame but myself.
I spent most of the next three days in that cage. Meals were few and mostly protein shakes. He was generous with water, but that only meant I had to piss a lot; something that he controlled. It was hard to get used to pissing into a bottle that he held while I was sitting in the cage. He allowed me exercise and, although it felt good to be out of the cage and able to stretch out, he made sure that I was pushed hard. Sit-ups, push-ups, running in place, until I would have been dripping sweat if it wasn’t all trapped inside the suit.
I was gagged most of the time. Sometimes with the harsh rubber tube gag, other times with a small ball gag or a rubber penis gag. I was not allowed to speak a word for the entire time I was locked up. I knew that if I tried, he would have put me in a punishment position. Something that he did that first day to show me what would happen if I hesitated to obey.
The cage had a built-in head stock in the front door. With my head locked in place he used rigid restraints to pull me arms and legs through the bars of the cage. Sitting in that position quickly became painful and my joints were burning by the time I was released.
My dick rarely tried to get hard; the reality of my situation trumped the sexual fantasy. But the spikes from the gates of intrigue continued to do their work. I spent three days in increasing agony as the rubber suit continued to push the spikes hard against the base of my dick. In my mind’s eye all I could see was my raw, red, and mangled dick. I began to wonder if it would survive intact.
He spoke little except when ordering me about. I was left without a gag or handcuffs to sleep, but there wasn’t enough room in the cage to stretch out. I eventually was so tired that I passed out and awoke scared and confused until I remembered where I was. Time passed glacially slow. I regretted getting myself into this situation and I quickly lost track of time. Soon I began to believe that the three days had come and gone. Was he going to keep me as his prisoner forever?
When he had me crawl out of the cage for the last time and I found myself kneeling on the hardwood floor of his hallway, I was almost shaking with relief. The handcuffs were removed, then the leg cuffs, and then he placed a small key in my hand.
“That’s the key to the collar and the locks on the zipper pulls. You will be free to go as soon as you unlock them and remove that suit.”
I immediately panicked. The locks were so small that I could hardly feel them through the gloves and my hands were sore from being locked up. I knew that I wouldn’t ever be able to get those locks off myself. I fumbled around with the key for a long time trying to get it into one of the locks. It slipped out of my hand and I was unable to find it on the floor. The gloves were too thick. I slumped over and I felt him grab my arm and pull it behind my back to reapply the hand cuffs. I would have struggled, but I was broken. He had me and there was nothing that I could do about it.
He pulled me up and led me back into the apartment where I knew the cage awaited. We stopped and he quickly spun me around back into the hallway. The cuffs were unlocked and I felt him unlock and remove the collar. He pulled the shoulder zips open and then walked a few steps away.
“Your clothes and everything you need to get home are in the footlocker. Take that suit off, step into the bathroom to your left and shower and clean up, then get dressed and leave. Pull the apartment door shut behind you as I am leaving now. You will not see me before you go.”
With that I heard the apartment door slam. I had to struggle to get the hood off and was immediately blinded by the dim light. It felt so good to get it off! By yanking and pulling at the suit I eventually managed to get the damn thing off. I reeked of rubber and sweat, but I was free! I found fresh clothes in the footlocker along with the backpack. There was a plane ticket, $50, and instructions back to the airport. I had only a few hours to get there after I checked the time on the cell phone in the pack. As I stepped into the shower I realized that the cock cage was still locked on, but the water felt so good I figured I would unlock it once I was cleaned up. The spikes had made visible marks and it was damn sore, but there didn’t appear to be any serious damage down there.
Once I had dried off, I rummaged through everything that he had left for me but there was no key to the cock cage. I did, however, find a note in the pocket of the jeans that said that he would mail me the key and to enjoy the last few days of being cock-locked! Bastard!
I stepped out into the hallway thinking I would be able to find something in his apartment to cut it off. But there was another locked door at the end of the hall which prevented me from gaining access to the rest of the apartment. Bastard!
I checked the time again and realized that I had better get going or I might miss the flight. Pulling the door shut behind me I retraced my steps to the train. I caught my breath as I watched the scenery fly by on the way to the airport.
Then it hit me. I felt absolutely naked without that second skin of rubber hugging my every curve. The restrictiveness of that suit was something that I hated at first, but now I missed it terribly. For the first time in days my dick struggled to life and I cringed from the pain. But the pain reminded me of him and how he had given me exactly what I had fantasied about for so long.
I never saw him the entire time that he had me locked up. I never uttered a word to him the entire time. But now I owed him a debt of gratitude for holding me prisoner. For locking me in that suit.
Now I only wondered how long it would be before I might be able to do it again!