Date: Wed, 9 May 2012 15:27:29 +0000
From: gaggedboundforyou@hotmail.com
Subject: More Than What I Could Have Imagined Chapter 3

I awoke to Sir's gentle touch on my back.  I had no idea how long I had
been asleep or what was the time or day.  Frankly, I did not care; I only
wanted to have my experiences with Sir continue.  I briefly tried to sit up
before remembering that I had fallen asleep draped over the sawhorse like a
fallen solider.  My body was sore from the battles but this mattered not as
my commander in chief was by my side.  Sir, My Sir, began pouring massage
oil on my back and kneading my aching muscles.  I could not feel my arms
and legs, since they had been dangling for so long, but the relaxation of
my back and neck muscles were incredible.  I knew I meant something special
to My Sir and My Sir meant everything to me.  My Sir released my arms from
the sawhorse and slowly placed them by my side.  My Sir continued to
massage my arms and torso.  My Sir moved down to my buttocks and the backs
of my legs.  Oil and massage were liberally applied to what seemed to be
all my aches and pains.  My Sir was strong and competent, and I had no
doubt that I had found someone who could be fully trusted.  My Sir was
someone in control, control of me.  My Sir's smooth rhythmic movements over
my body were one with my body and I melted into his hands.  My Sir next
removed the straps from my head and legs.  For the first time since I had
met My Sir, I was without restraints.  I looked down and saw that My Sir
had in his hand the stun gun but could not fathom why he would feel he
would need this item.  I would never do anything in rebellion to My Sir.

My Sir directed me to sit on the barstool at the front of the sawhorse.  My
Sir proceeded to put ear plugs in my ears and the hood on my head.  As My
Sir laced up the back of the hood and I lost all connection with sights and
sounds.  Secured and locked, I felt Sir direct me and lead me to get up.
After a number of steps I realized that I was now located in the basement
bathroom.  My Sir guided me onto the toilet and pushed my cock down under
the toilet seat.  I loved the way My Sir took total control.  What little
fluids and solids I had in my system were eliminated and My Sir had me rise
and lean forward so he could wipe my bottom.  I was then led to the metal
bed and made to sit.  I could feel with my bare ass that I was sitting on
the mummy bag.  Since the mummy bag did not slide or move when I sat down,
I knew that it had been carefully laid out and secured by the external
rings to the frame of the bed.  My Sir was precise and skillful in all
things.  I was directing to lie down on my stomach with my arms at my side.
My Sir continued to give me a full body massage like I have never
experience before.  I was in such a relaxed state, intensified by the
deprivation of my sight and hearing.

My Sir began playing and lubing my asshole while relaxing my sphincter with
his fingers.  I could feel his cock against my ass and enjoyed My Sir's
excitement and quick penetration.  The rhythmic movements of my ass and the
bed in sync with My Sir's thrusts of excitement felt like waves rolling
over me on a warm beach.  The pressure of the mattress pressing firmly
against my hard cock felt so good and natural.  I was sad when I felt My
Sir cum in me and realized that all good things must come to an end.  My
Sir withdrew from me and I could feel him re-lubing my asshole.  My Sir
began applying gradual pressure with a dildo and skillfully worked the
object into my ass.  I could feel that this was a different dildo than
before as it seemed to put direct pressure on my prostrate and felt
metallic.  I was so relaxed and so tired that I believe My Sir could have
fisted me and I would not have cared.  I was then directed to turn on my
stomach and move toward the head of the bed.  I felt My Sir insert my hands
in the side sleeves of the mummy bag as I wiggled my way down until my feet
felt the bottom of the bag.  My Sir began systematically tightening my legs
together and working his way up my body.  When My Sir reached my testicles,
he removed the ball parachute and worked my dick and balls up into the slot
in the bag.  I could feel the warmth of the leather on my skin, the
tightness of the bag, and the cool air on my cock.  My Sir worked his way
lacing me up to my neck and then tied off the cords.  My Sir then removed
my hood since the mummy bag would provide more than adequate sensory
deprivation.  When I opened my eyes, I noticed that My Sir had turned out
the electric lights and the basement was lit by two flickering candles.
One was located close to the bed and the other provided backlighting to the
basement.  For some reason, the lighting again stirred an excitement in my
groin.  My Sir lifted my head and allowed me to drink plenty of fluids.  I
did not know what My Sir meant when he said to keep rehydrated since I
would not need to worry about going to the bathroom.  Anyway, I fully
trusted My Sir.  After drinking all I could, My Sir gently positioned my
head on a couple of pillows so I could look down on my cock and mummified
body.  My Sir seated himself by my dick and arranged a series of materials
on my abdomen.  My Sir began by carefully peeling back the wrappings of a
number of items marked sterile.  My Sir wiped off my privates with a warm
cloth, removing all traces of lubrication.  My balls and cock were
carefully dried and then a sterile solution was liberally applied to my
dick and around my slit.  My Sir then carefully put on sterile gloves and
removed a tube from its package, making sure it did not touch anything
non-sterile.  My Sir applied sterile lube to the tube and then proceeded to
roll back my foreskin.  The tube was inserted in my dick which felt
extremely strange and uncomfortable as it descended down my urinary tube.
My Sir knew when to stop and I could feel a little internal inflation.  My
Sir then delivered a gentle tug and was satisfied that the tube would not
slip out.  My Sir then connected the tube to a catheter bag and placed the
bag below my body.  With the catheter and butt plug, I could be kept
contained for as long as My Sir desired.  My Sir removed the pillows and
gently allowed my head to nestle into the mummy bag.  My Sir pointed out
the breathing holes and the tube attachment allowing me to drink as much
water as I needed.  My Sir checked that the ear plugs were still in place
and performed the final wrapping of my head into darkness.  For a moment,
the only thing I could hear and feel was my breathing and the tightness and
security of the mummy bag.

I was startled to feel something being attached to my cock, something
sticky.  Next, flaps were opened; exposing my nipples and another sticky
attachment was made to my tits.  There were some other activities and
maneuverings before I was finally left on my own.  At this point I realized
how much I needed to rest and sleep.  My mind began to focus on my current
situation and on events that had unfolded thus far while I drifted from an
excited state to a dissociative curiosity and wonderment of what other
experiences and emotions would be in store.  My thoughts were fading fast.
About this time, I felt a slight tingling in my ass.  The tickling of my
prostrate left me somewhat aroused.  I was uncertain if this was some sort
of aftershock from my many experiences with My Sir or just my imagination.
Nothing else appeared to be happening so I considered that my mind was
playing tricks on me.  No, I definitely just felt pain in my nipples as a
surge of electricity brought a sharp sensation of numbness to this tender
area.  Next there was a zap on my dick following by a downward current
administering light pain to my balls.  Had I been able to move, this would
have made me jump.  Then I felt nothing except the knowledge of what was
happening.  I cursed the name of Thomas Edison who changed electricity from
a scientific curiosity to a tool with many applications to modern life.
Wow, all three electrodes went off at once.  Now I felt a gentle tingle of
an electrical charge on my cock.  My Sir had set an electro sex toy on a
random pattern.  I could not predict when the blasted thing would come on
or off, or the intensity of the electrical stimulation.  Time became
incredibly long and every time I attempted to drift to sleep, I would be
awaken by a higher than normal voltage or a voltage after a long delay.  I
became extremely disoriented, tired, and paired with the sensory
deprivation, began hallucinating.  This was definitely an out of body and
in body bag experience with no end in sight or sound.

I have no idea how long this continued.  I was completely disorientated and
concentrated my thoughts on My Sir who knew me and would be there to
provide my escape.  All I knew was that I was completely in My Sir's power
and control and consequently My Sir became the focus of my thoughts in
order to keep me sane.  May times I was not sure if I was dreaming or
awake.  At best I was in a state of lucid dreaming.  My anxious feelings
were heightened by cramped muscles, intensified by electrical shocks, and
worsened by lack of sleep.  I was slowing drifting out of my mind.  From
time to time I would feel My Sir's presence as he held my head or put
pressure on some part of my body.  Without that knowledge of My Sir's
presence I believe I would have fallen over the abyss.

After what appeared to be forever, I sensed that the random patterns of
electrical discharges were now beginning to have a pattern.  Was I
imagining this?  No, it can't be.  There was definitely a change in
patterns that was resulting in an increase in my excitement and pain.
Electrical stimulation was now happening all at once.  The discharge to my
prostrate was painfully delightful and balanced by the shock to my cock.
My Sir must be here and in control.  The electrical charge was having a
stimulating effect even with the presence of pain.  Whatever was happening
caused me to squirm in the mummy bag to try and get away while having an
extreme desire for release through an explosive ejaculation.  Both of these
desires were not immediately forthcoming.  I needed more and yet I wanted
to get away.  Finally, after a particularly painful shock to the prostrate
and a tickling sensation to the head of my cock and nipples, I shot my load
and collapsed if it were even possible further into the mummy bag with a
great sense of release and relaxation.

I began to feel the lacing of the hood being released and my face exposed.
The room was lit by new candles and I slowly eased back into the real world
again.  At least I hoped I was not dreaming.  My Sir removed the ear plugs
and offered me water from a cup.  I felt the warmth of his body close to
mine as I sipped on the water.  My Sir continued to unlace the mummy bag
and set my body free.  As far as I was concern, My Sir was welcome to his
mummy bag.  My Sir helped me up and I could see the completed half of the
fiberglass mold on the floor beside the laundry tub.  My Sir removed the
electro shock sex unit from my cock and nipples and disconnected the
catheter bag, leaving a short tube hanging out of my slit.  I held on to My
Sir with every fiber of my body.  I did not want him to ever leave me.
After some time in his grasp, I was slowly able to release myself.  My Sir
then motioned me to head toward the mold.  "Take a look at how your new
home is coming along." he said.

With My Sir's help he led me to the mold and had me lean forward, guiding
my cock with the catheter tubing extension into the appropriate mold
opening.  Since My Sir had used the backside of the plaster mold, smoothed
out with soft clay as his form, the mold was about an eighth of an inch
bigger than my actual body.  This meant that I was able to easily fit into
the mold and that there would be no points where the mold might constrict
my body.  My body rested on the support that the mold provided while My Sir
inserted the completed internal arm section.  My Sir then clamped the
external and internal lips together and drilled a number of holes to secure
both halves using a nut and bolt connection.  Even though there was not yet
a back section, with my arms in place secured by the internal piece, I
would never be able to extradite myself.  I realized that this was the
first time My Sir had manipulated me without restrains and I had no
thoughts of escape or overpowering him.  I remembered the ideas discovered
surrounding the Stockholm syndrome and realized how easy it was be for me
to do anything My Sir asked of me.  I was quite content to respond to My
Sir without question.

My Sir asked if I was OK and ready for the next part.  I would be required
to remain perfectly still while the back art plaster mold was formed.  It
would not be as difficulty as the first section since the fiberglass mold
would hold me in position.  The chance to rest was so inviting that I had
no difficulty nodding in agreement for My Sir to continue.  My Sir provided
me with another power shake and started to use Vaseline to cover my exposed
body.  My Sir played with my ass and as gently as possible removed the
electro stimulation butt plug.  My Sir then worked his fingers in my ass
and inserted a massive double ended dildo.  Working the one end into my
assets, My Sir left the other end dangling in the air.  My Sir then use
four rubber door stops he had asked me to purchase and placed them into my
crack to allow my butt cheeks to be separated.  The familiar procedure of
the application of Vaseline and the art plaster casts was next.  My mind
drifted and I was surprised when My Sir told me to hold still as he was
about to remove the mold.  I could feel it gently being removed from me and
carefully placed on the table.  The double ended dildo, much to my relief
came out with the mold.  My Sir also removed the wedges from my butt crack.
My Sir left me for a moment allowing time for the plaster mold to dry a bit
more.  I fell asleep for I don't know how long.  I can only assume it must
have been for a while since the plaster mold had already had its first
layers of matt and was solid enough for My Sir to carry up into his main
floor workshop.

My Sir told me that it was time to evict me out of the mold since he would
have to do some more work and bracing on it before its completion.  My Sir
removed the inside arm piece and with stun gun by his side, attached the
suspension wrist restraints and moved me over the drain.  Stretched out
again, he proceeded to soap me down and wash off the Vaseline.  I was dried
with a warm towel and led over to the sawhorse.  I was secured on the
sawhorse as before.  My Sir asked if I needed to urinate one last time.  My
Sir had temporarily re-connected a catheter bag.  Again it was a strange
feeling to urinate with a catheter inserted.  Upon completion, My Sir used
a sterile swab with solution to clean the area around my cock.  My Sir then
put on sterile gloves and deflated the internal tube and slid the tube out
of my urinal track reapplying the sterile solution to my dick.

I heard My Sir state that, "Now that your needs have been taken care of, it
is time again to meet mine.  You are in such a delightful position
screaming to be worked on from behind."  I was delighted to be able to meet
the needs of My Sir, but was in no shape to provide assistance.  I was dog
tired.  My Sir applied a little lube to my arse and with little fanfare,
rammed his cock into me.  I felt him pump away until, with cock primed, he
shot his load.  It was a wam, bam, thank you man quick scene but I still
felt the satisfaction of satisfying My Sir and feeling his cum trickle out
my ass and down my leg.  How much I had changed in whatever time had
occurred.  With a startling paddle of my ass cheeks, My Sir told me to get
some rest so I could recharge my batteries and be a better play toy.  I had
no difficulty following My Sir's command.

When I finally awoke, I could hear My Sir working upstairs.  I just hung
around and let my thoughts drift.  I no longer had any thoughts of who I am
or what I could or could not do.  I was in a state of empty bliss and
relaxation.  All my needs were taken care of and outside my control and I
need not make any decisions.  What would happen would happen.  My Sir had
everything under control including me.  Whatever My Sir asked me to do,
would give me pleasure.  In time My Sir came down the stairs and was
surprised to see me awake.  My Sir released my head and allowed me to
caress his nipple.  My Sir tenderly kissed me on the neck before moving
over to the main table and removed the plywood sheet from off the metal
table placing it against one of the basement walls.  I felt joy when I
first saw My Sir was in the basement but became depressed when My Sir soon
left for upstairs.  Sometime later My Sir returned from upstairs with a
tablecloth, some plates, utensils, and some condiments.  After another
couple of trips My Sir had the table set for one.  I felt privileged that I
was going to be able to watch My Sir eat.  With the tablecloth and settings
on the table, and the electric lights replaced by candles, the setting
looked like a fancy restaurant.  My Sir had been very specific on the table
he had wanted me to purchase.  It had to be at least eight feet long and
very sturdy.  I needed to have bolted it to the basement floor with Hilte
screws.  One would never have imagined now that this study industrial table
was what was under the fancy cloth.

My Sir made one last trip upstairs and came down with a tray of hot food; I
could smell the roast beef, potatoes, and gravy.  My Sir had also cooked
carrots and cauliflower with a cheese sauce.  I was salivating since I had
not had solid food for I did not know for how long.  My Sir came over to me
and began to fondle my balls and cock and the inside of my thighs.  My
ankle restraints were released and a chain was placed and locked between
the ankle restrains that would allow me to take little shuffling steps.  My
Sir then disconnected my wrist restraints and gently helped me to sit up.
After some circulation returned to my limbs, My Sir brought me to the
table.  Using two other chains, my feet were secured to the table, however,
other than my feet, I was free to move.  I felt my body melt when My Sir
put a plate out for me and served me some food.  I could not believe the
honor My Sir was granting me to eat with him.  My Sir told me to wait just
a minute and dashed upstairs returning with a bottle of wine, and two
glasses.  We ate in silence under the flickering of candlelight.  Food has
never tasted so great and I believe never will.  Since I had not eaten
solid foods for a while, My Sir reminded me to eat slowly.  "Savor the
moment," he said.  After we finished the main meal My Sir returned with my
favorite dessert, sticky toffee pudding.  My Sir served the dessert with
Port wine.  My Sir would never have had to secure my feet as I had no
thoughts of ever leaving My Sir's side.

My connection to the table was removed but I still had the short link
between my ankles.  My Sir allowed me to clear the table and leave things
by the base of the stairs.  My Sir then directed me to lie on my back on
the table.  Hanging wrist straps were attached to arms and two ropes were
placed from the wrist straps to two pulleys that My Sir had directed me to
secure on the wall, many months ago, exactly twelve feet apart.  Next the
ankle restraints were replaced with the hanging ankle straps.  Again two
ropes were secured to the ankle straps and stretched to the adjacent wall
and secured with two D rings, located twelve feet apart.  The placement of
these D rings and pulleys that My Sir had told me to do in preparation for
his arrival were now making sense.  Both my arms and legs were spread out.
My Sir readjusted the ropes to ensure tension was even and that I was
centered on the table.  A wide belt was then placed over my stomach, around
my thighs and then connected, secured, and tightened below the table.  This
strap effectively prevented me from raising my hips.  My Sir went around to
where my arms were attached to the wall and temporarily loosened the ropes.
My Sir then put what is known as a figure of eight on a bit in both ropes
relatively near my arms.  By running the rope through the pulleys and then
back through to the figure of eight, My Sir had the mechanical advantage of
a lever to be able to tighten my bounds.  Taking both ends in reigns, My
Sir pulled back on the rope.  I immediately felt my bounds tighten and my
body stretch.  My Sir continued to apply tension until I was in an
extremely uncomfortable spread eagle position, feeling tension in all my
joints and sockets.  My Sir then secured the arm ropes to the figure of
eight bits using a quick release knot.  I dared not move for any release of
tension for the one limb would height the tension on another.

My Sir now began to caress and fondle every part of my body.  I felt the
application of heat oil and could feel a warming sensation when applied to
my sensitive areas like my nipples and cock.  Whenever there was the least
bit of air movement or the blowing of My Sir's breath the areas stung with
excitement.  I wanted to squirm in release but could not move.  My cock
stood at attention and enticed My Sir to manipulate me to just on the edge
of an organism.  My Sir took advantage of my ticklish situation and with a
feather would touch sensitive areas such as my foreskin, balls, under my
armpits, and on the soles of my feet.  Any attempt to get away resulted in
extreme pain in my joints.  The sensation of arousal and pain became all
the more confusing.  Both seemed to blend together into a great emotional
rainbow of feelings and sensations.  I wanted My Sir to stop but at the
same time I wanted it to go on forever.  Playing with my entire body and
then returning to my dick and balls transferred any feeling and touch into
an erogenous experience.  Please let me have an organism my mind screamed
but I knew better than to say anything.

I was exhausted with the struggle to avoid these overwhelming sensations
and confused with my feelings.  Next My Sir tightened the strap across my
stomach and inner thighs, firmly securing my hips to the table.  When My
Sir was certain that no body part was constricted by the tightening of
these straps and that tension and pressure was still consistent in my arms,
My Sir released my feet from the D rings.  My Sir then reattached my feet
to the arm pulley system.  By pulling on the feet ropes, I began to look
like a bent over pretzel, unable to move on the table, still with
outstretched arms and legs, but now with my butt lifted slightly off the
table and fully exposed to the elements.  My Sir re-joined me on the table
and laid his naked body over mine.  The extra tension from his weight was
stressful but the feel of his heat and passion was exhilarating.  I wanted
him to crawl inside of me and become one with me.  My Sir masterfully
continued to play with my body.  Just as one area was excited, he would
move and excite another.  My Sir passionately kissed me and fondled every
part of my body.  I could feel his erect cock wander my body like a lost
solider looking for home.  I hoped it would find its way home into one of
my orifices.  The passion was incredible and something I had never
experience before with someone of the opposite or now same sex.  My Sir
knew what I was feeling and what I wanted.  It was pure animal behavior and
instincts.  I could not control myself and groaned when I felt the
application of lube on my ass.  I attempted to lift my butt to offer my all
to My Sir.  Please take me.  Let me feel you inside.  My Sir could clearly
read my thoughts and thrust himself into my ass with wild abandonment.  My
Sir's sudden movement sent a wave of energy through me and I lost all sense
of time and reality when he grabbed my balls and cock and began stroking my
erection.  There were no longer any subtle movements from this point on,
just primitive passions.  I could hold back not longer and came with an
explosion like no other.  Wave after wave of expulsion.  Like an
aftershock, I felt My Sir cum into me and the last pounding rhythmic
thrusts before exhaustion.  My Sir continued to hold his cock in my ass for
as long as he could before his erection subsided.  My Sir then released my
legs and lay down beside me.  I felt his head on my chest, one hand on my
nipple, and his other hand gripping my balls.  We were both spent.

After some recovery time, My Sir arose and released my hands.  My Sir led
me to the bathroom and allowed me to wipe myself.  My Sir had also provided
me with a new tooth brush and razor to freshen up.  I felt like a new pup.
My Sir announced that he had to exert one more burst of energy to finish my
fiberglass body cast and needed to tuck me away while he worked.  My Sir
was planning to use the mummy bag as he was uncertain about the amount of
time he would require.  I would get one more chance to experience the bag.
My Sir assured me that there would be no electro shocks, just sensory
deprivation.  I was relaxed enough and in a complete compliant state to do
anything without any form of resistance.  I knew the procedure well and so
moved toward the bed.  My Sir mentioned one more thing, since the amount of
time was unknown, I would again be required to use an adult night time
Depends.  I lay on my back and accepted the confinement of my nether world
to the diaper.  My Sir administered talcum powder just in case, and the
smell of the baby powder brought back unconscious memories of a simpler
life.  I helped My Sir to tuck me in and again felt the tightness of the
laces.  Finally with the insertion of ear plugs I was dead to all the cares
of the world.

I do not know how long I slept, but when I awoke I could feel the stiffness
in my muscles.  I attempted to rock to gain some movement, but remembered
that I was secured to the bed frame.  With no movement possible and a
feeling of discomfort I attempted to divert the thoughts of my current
situation onto memories of other times and events.  My mind drifted.  It
spun in a dream-like state and reality became blurred.  I was no longer
aware of what was real and what was not.  Had I just imagined this weekend?
I panicked but quickly realized my need to relax and breath.  Suddenly I
felt a hand on my chest.  It was My Sir telling me he was still here.
Although I was slowly going nuts, the assurance that I was not here alone
and that My Sir was here to take care of me, helped to preserve my thoughts
from going to places of questionable return.  With no sense of time or
knowledge when this scenario might stop, things appeared to take forever.
I needed to be released!  How much longer?  The build-up of tension
eventually was followed by a complete lack of energy, followed by lucid
sleep, and then back to a build-up of tension.  What a cycle.

Finally I could feel the laces being loosened and released.  I squirmed in
an attempt to see if the process could be sped up.  When My Sir had finally
released my head, arms, and torso; I sat up and clung to My Sir, not
wanting to let him go.  My Sir held me like a little child and rocked me.
I felt an indescribable surge of attachment and connectedness to My Sir.  I
was his forever.  I wanted to let him know how much he meant to me.  My Sir
smiled and gradually released my grasp.  I slid to the floor and began
caressing his feet.  My Sir unstrapped the mummy bag and removed it from
the bed.  My Sir then removed my diaper and told me to go to the bathroom.
I obeyed and after relieving myself returned immediately to his side on the
bed.

My Sir attached ankle restraints to my feet and chained the restraints to
the bed.  My Sir then stretched out naked on the bed and ordered me to
arouse and play with him in such a way as to make him the happiest man in
the world.  I also had permission to give into my most primeval desires.
Stirred by the challenge, I worked My Sir over like I am sure no man has
been worked over before.  There was nothing I did not do to keep My Sir
aroused and satisfied.  I used my tongue to rim him and I fondled him in
every way possible.  In the process, as expected, I became unbelievably
horny.  My Sir had given me permission for anything.  I applied lubricated
to his ass and waited for My Sir's nod of approval.  I entered My Sir and
began, with an uncontrollable frenzied of activity, to pump his ass like a
fireman's desperate attempt to put out a barn fire.  I continued to caress
his cock and attack his sensitive areas.  I watched as My Sir came and
shortly thereafter was unable to prevent myself from cuming in My Sir's
ass.  Like a sheepish dog who is uncertain if he has just offended his
owner and in an act of submissiveness, I licked up My Sir's cum and then
collapsed at his side.  Hot, sweaty, and completely spent I was overjoyed
when My Sir commented "well done my pup".  My Sir's statement created a
wave of pleasure that was unbelievable.  I had to do something in response
and I could not contain myself from excitedly feeling and licking My Sir's
balls and cock, like a young pup bent on pleasing his master.  Please, I
thought, let me continue and be able to show you my appreciation.  My Sir
just motioned and allowed me to crawl into bed with him and hold on to him.
We slept so peacefully for what I am sure was a long, long, time.

When we awoke, My Sir undid my feet restraints and told me go to the
bathroom, replace my fluids, and then to lie down on the table.  He
produced a bucket of warm water and a sponge and proceeded to bath me.  I
lay back in a dream-like state enjoying My Sir feeling my body and cleaning
every nook and cranny.  When completed, I was told to head over to my toy,
the fiberglass cast.  I again entered the cast for My Sir and he arranged
my balls and testicles through the opening.  My Sir then attached the
inside arm and chest panel.  My Sir returned to my buttock and began to
paddle it with a number of hard strikes.  If I would have been permitted to
speak, I would have thanked My Sir.  My Sir placed a rubber gasket, glued
on one side, on the bottom flange of the mold before lifting the completed
back panel.  The two panels were a perfect match and I could feel the back
panel squeeze my butt checks apart.  My Sir went around the mold with my
drill and drilled a number of screw holes through the two flanges.  After
screwing down the two panels I was now in my own little container, made to
measure.  There was almost no play and also no areas of constriction.
Taking the mattress from the bed, My Sir rolled me over on my side.  My Sir
then rolled me over again on my back and then back on my hands and knees.
The mold with its bracing was extremely strong and could hold me
comfortably in any direction.  My Sir then leaned me backwards.  This
resulted in me resting on my knees and toes, looking somewhat like a puppy
dog begging for a bone.  In this position, my mouth would be at the
appropriate height for My Sir's boner.  Tilting me forward balanced me on
my face and forearms and left my butt up in the air ready for whatever gift
might be considered.  My Sir fingered my butt and given the size of the
double dildo that had been used to make the hole in the mold, I realized
just about anything would fit in the now opened pathway to my cherry.

Back on all fours, My Sir ran thick straps around chest area of the
fiberglass cast.  These wide bands would be kept from sliding together by
slits My Sir had made in the flange that joined both halves of the mold.  I
now realized that My Sir had placed the full body casted, prior to my
entry, right under the vertical pulley.  With both straps wrapped around
the cast My Sir connected the turnbuckles at the ends of the straps to the
pulley and began to lift the cast and me.  By adjusting the lengths of the
straps I could be suspended with either my face up or down or even, if
desired, with me on my back or front.  The possibilities were almost
endless.  My Sir moved a barstool by my head and adjusted the straps and
pulley until my head was right at his crotch.  My Sir's enlarged cock was
inserted in my mouth and My Sir proceeded to gently start a back and forth
rocking motion.  My Sir could control the rhythm and pace of his excitement
and I could do nothing but provide him with oral pleasure.  My Sir
continued this game of go fetch until I had serviced him.  I was left
suspended for a while until My Sir could reload.  Hanging in suspension was
anything but tiring and this extreme bondage was exactly what I had
ordered.

With my visibility limited by the confines of the fiberglass head mold, I
was able to gain the occasional glance at My Sir clean up around the
basement.  I found myself aroused with anticipation every time he came into
view and I saw his naked body.  With apparently all things clean, My Sir
began removing things out of the basement, particularly his belongings
including the mummy bag.  I could hear him upstairs cleaning up and putting
things away.  I even briefly heard him leave the house on a number of
occasions.  When My Sir finally returned, he had some grapes and pitted
cherries in a bowl.  My Sir took great pleasure in rocking me and between
swings feeding me fruit.  There was just something Hedonistic in what was
happening.

My Sir then moved to my rear and readjusted the straps and pulley so my
rear was high in the air and my head was down.  I was aroused and hard as
My Sir began playing with my ass and opening me up.  My Sir started a
gentle rocking motion with the suspended body cast.  I could feel My Sir's
cock lightly bump against the nerves of my cherry.  The pressure gradually
increased with the rocking until one of the rocking motions allowed My
Sir's dick to be inserted in my ass.  The rocking motion continued until My
Sir was well inside of me.  I had absolutely no control and could feel My
Sir deep inside of me.  My Sir controlled the rocking motion and I began to
feel the thrusts become more violent, like a ship in a storm being driven
upon the rocks, until he reached organism.  After My Sir's first organism,
he paused briefly before continuing and I felt him release another load.
As My Sir removed his cock and inserted the same dildo that he had used the
first day he arrived.  My Sir came around to my head and tapping on the
mold comment, "very nice my pet."

My Sir steadied all movement and placed himself over my head.  All I could
see was his dangling cock.  My Sir told me that one good turn deserves
another.  My Sir moved about the room and after a short time I felt my
balls being played with and caressed.  My Sir even introduced a little tea
bagging of my sack.  I responded in kind and became rock hard.  My Sir
stopped for a moment and the next thing I felt was my cock being sucked up
by a machine.  My Sir had attached a Venus 2000 unit to me, fulfilling one
of my other fantasies of being milked like a cow.  My Sir had attached
supports on the cast to securely hold the suction device in any position.
This unit was not coming off, whether I was hard or soft, without My Sir's
assistance.  My Sir had set the machine on random, with the top speed not
being high enough to allow me to reach organism.  It was high enough to
keep me stimulated and frustrated but not to cross the threshold of no
return.  My attempts to assist the machine only resulted in a rocking
movement to my body cast.  My Sir moved about while I remained in agony.
What must have been hours past with the machine never tiring of dispensing
its rhythmic torture.  It did not need rest or care of my plight.  I became
more and more frustrated.  Finally I heard My Sir tell me, permission to
speak.  I pleaded with My Sir to let me cum.

My Sir told me that was enough, be silent.  My Sir put me out of my misery
by increasing the setting of the machine.  At last I came and felt release.
My Sir lowered me to the floor and I expected to be released.  Instead to
my horror I felt the machine continue.  The machine sucked at my cock even
though it had become flaccid.  I was eventually able to muster another
ejaculation before I began what are called dry organisms.  I had gotten
what I wanted and more.  The machine went on and on, never tiring.  My dick
was so sore and sensitive but the machine was unemotional.  My Sir made no
comment concerning my groaning and moaning.  My Sir even appeared to ignore
my sub-vocalizations for things to stop.  Finally, out of desperation, I
screamed out our first safe word.  My Sir immediately shut the machine off.
My Sir released my cock from the relentless machine and came to my front
and gave me a passionate kiss.  Instead of releasing me from the mold,
however, My Sir returned to my hanging cock and applied more lube.  Even
his soft touch was overly sensitive and had I had the freedom to react I
would have pulled away.  My Sir again reconnected the machine.  I held out
for a short time before I screamed out our final safe word.

My Sir immediately stopped.  I felt bad that I had let My Sir down.  I
should have been able to hold out longer.  My Sir knew my limits.  Without
a word My Sir detached the machine and packed it up in its case.  My Sir
headed upstairs.  When My Sir returned he was fully dressed and appeared to
have a sad expression on his face.  My Sir unscrewed the back portion of
the cast followed by the interior arm section.  I was now freed but
exhausted and spent.  My Sir pulled me out of the cast and before I could
recover had dragged me by my arms to the basement support pole.  My arms
were handcuffed behind me and secured to the pole.  I felt dejected and a
sense of failure.  The last words I heard from My Sir say were the reminder
of the rule of not speaking without permission.  Technically even the safe
word would qualify and thus required a punishment.  My Sir reached over and
discharged the stun gun on my exposed balls.

When I awoke, the basement was in complete darkness; despite the blue stars
from the pain of the stun gun, I could see nothing when I opened my eyes.
The pain in my balls had been excruciating, and I could still feel them
throb.  My emotional and mental state at having disappointed My Sir was
even greater than the physical pain.  I sat in the darkness for a while
thinking that my surroundings reflected my mood.  After a time of no
activity or noise, I wondered where My Sir was and later pondered how I was
going to get out of this situation.  I felt around the limited area in my
domain until I nudged against an ice cold bucket.  I realized that this
must be the ice bucket containing the key.  In an hour or so, I would be
able to release myself.  I leaned back and reflected on the time spent with
My Sir.  I had no idea how much of the weekend was left but it had been an
incredible journey.  Screw the catharsis effect; I wanted, no I needed
more.  I had been introduced to this incredible drug, I had crossed the
line, and I could never return.  How could I face My Sir?  How could I make
it up to My Sir?  I need him to be my guide and support on this trip.

A few minutes after these thoughts, I heard a phone ring.  I reach around
as best as I could in the darkness in the direction of the sound and
located my cell phone.  I flipped open the unit and heard My Sir's voice.
"Hope you had as much fun as I had.  You are one terrific pup.  Your
weekend is up and by the time you obtain the key for release, you will have
only a few hours to prepare for work.  Your picture SD card and the video
tapes are in your room by the computer.  I expect your comments within the
next couple of weeks.  Keep a daily journal of your thoughts, however, as
things will change over time.  You have permission to speak."

I was speechless but knew I had to let My Sir know I was OK.  My first
words were, "I am so sorry, I let you down."

My Sir's response was, "You could never let me down.  You were never in
control."  My Sir mentioned that he would call when he checked in for his
flight to ensure I was released.  He signed off hoping that I; "don't have
too hard a day at the orifice (office), my little bitch."

Shortly after the ice melted enough to obtain the key and I was able to
release myself from the handcuffs, the phone rang as I was making my way
upstairs and I was able to verify I was released.  My Sir did not have time
for many words as he needed to go through security and I needed to prepare
for work.

When I emerged from the basement, I noticed how neat and clean the place
looked.  Now in my bedroom, on the bed where my journey began, I could see
that My Sir had laid out my work clothes for the day as well as having put
fresh sheets on the bed.  A quick shave and the chance to dream up an
explanation as to how I lost my hair, with a caution to all my colleagues
to never bet on a game at a redneck party, and I was almost ready to go.  I
just had time to take a few moments to load the pictures into my computer.
They were sensational and just watching the first few shots hardened my
cock.  As I looked down on the desk I saw a note from My Sir.

Good morning my pup,

Thanks for all your fantasies.  I will cherish them forever.  We checked
off quite a number this weekend from your bucket list and I am sure created
a few more.

Still interested in some ruff stuff my little bitch?

I just happen know of another young pup living in your vicinity who shares
similar fantasies to yours.  Like you, he is interested in forming a pack.
Now that we have built a made to measure perfect pup travelling crate and
you have passed the first grade, are you ready for a field trip?

Keep in touch.

Your Alpha Sir

Just the thought of the opportunity made my whole body tremble with
excitement.  I had passed and had come so far in just a weekend.  So many
more things to ponder and possibilities to experience.  Down boy, I have to
go to work!



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