Date: Sun, 07 May 2006 07:03:06 -0500
From: ID Zervit <idzervit@lycos.com>
Subject: Permanent Bondage: 3. The Room

I was certain that he would be watching me on a remote monitor and
so I was uneasy as to what to do with my hands.  I
clasped them behind me and left them there as I walked around the
room.  Later on I knew that bondage would be employed
to restrict my movements, including being able to touch myself, but
now I would restrain myself voluntarily to demonstrate
that I was earnest in this matter.  Yes, I was trying to impress
him - we both still had the option of backing out of the deal.
The point of no return for BOTH of us would be at the third
encounter.  The details of the transaction would be revealed to
me later on, but it had been made clear to me that when I stepped
through the
door of this room again, if I chose to do so, it would be for
the last time.  For now, however, we were both still struggling
with that final decision.  He volunteered to me that he had
never had a long-term slave.  Like me, and most of us I assume, his
encounters to date had been short - overnights,
weekends, and a few week long encounters.  Once he had a slave for
a summer.  My longest session ever had been 4
days...all in blissful bondage.  But he, like me, in his very core
had always fantasized about a permanent situation, a full-time
slave, true ownership, and TOTAL control.  He, also like me, was
fascinated by the idea of "permanent" bondage.  I had spent
many hours in self-bondage over the years, wearing leg irons, ball
cuffs and the like, and pretending that someone else
possessed the keys, engaging passionately in self-stimulation, and
at the same time wishing there was someone in control
who would not allow it; a Master who would allow me to ejaculate only
at his whim, and according to his schedule; to be
alternately "milked" mercilessly, then denied even an erection for
weeks on end; or to be required to maintain constant
erection, but NOT allowed to relieve it; to yield total control of
my pain and pleasure to another!  Now the prospect of my
fantasies coming true caused me to shiver.  It wasn't cold in the
room, I was shivering from excitement.  My cock continued
to harden.

The room was about 20 feet deep from the door to that back wall
covered with implements and tools.  It was wider by 1 or 2
feet, roughly square, with a polished concrete floor painted flat
black.  The ceiling was high, maybe 11 or 12 feet and
completely black also.  From its center, and from four more points
equally spaced about the ceiling, there hung large metal
rings, suspended on heavy lengths of chain about a foot down from
the ceiling.  I stared for a while at these rings.  They
caught the light and stood out ominously against the opaque
ceiling.  They looked like they could hold an elephant I mused
to myself, and I'm sure they'll be holding me one day, I allowed
myself to fantasize.  The ceiling held the only lighting, a
series of recessed fixtures circumvented the room and cast their
light eerily downward, flooding the walls, and leaving the
center of the room unlit by comparison.  There was one more fixture
in the center of the ceiling which looked like a
traditional flood lamp, but it was not on.  I fantasized that it
could be employed to spotlight the center of the room when
something interesting was happening there!  Everything I saw
spurred rampant fantasies.  My mind was racing.  Every inch of
me was tingling with excitement and childlike delight!

The other three walls were basically bare except for numerous heavy
iron rings positioned as various heights.  I imagined
myself chained to these rings, my legs stretched across the room
and spread wide apart, a metal collar chained to the ceiling,
arms stretched and chained to opposite walls!  Chain and metal has
always played heavy in my fantasies, and I could see
easily that Master shared these fantasies with me.  I could not
have designed a more perfect dungeon to fit my bondage
desires!

I turned my attention now to the four corners of the
room.  Each of the two back corners had large pieces of
dungeon furniture.  In one corner there were two items;
a padded punishment horse, over which a
slave could be stretched for whipping or ass-work, and,
leaning against the back wall what seemed to be a portable
work table or stretcher.  It was basically a table top without legs,
and it had holes around the outside edge, obviously for tieing down a slave!
I assumed that either it had attachable legs, or that it could be
suspended from the ceiling when in use.
The other back corner housed a traditional, but very elaborate
leather sling.  It was hanging from a hook high on the wall, but
could obviously be moved to anywhere in the room as needed.

In one corner along the door end of the room there was a
commercial shower and wash area, a 3x3 concrete basin with 1 foot
sides, and with a large drain in the center.  Overhead
hung a hose with various attachments, one of which I was sure would
be used to clean out my insides.  There was a small
shelf on the wall which housed what looked like enema equipment,
soap, and other cleaning solutions.  The corner walls
behind the shower area had extra rings to which a slave could be
attached and kept immovable.  I fantasized being washed,
shaved, and generally kept clean at this little corner facility.
There was no traditional toilet, and I assumed that this single
drain would serve all my waste elimination needs.

Near the shower area, at about crotch height, a single metal bar
protruded about 18 inches straight into the room.  It was
obviously adjustable in height, but otherwise rigid.  At its end
was a heavy, chrome ring.  The ring, upon closer examination
had two halves which could be opened, but it was tightly
screwed together with Allen screws
- obviously a device for holding a slave's balls and
keeping him attached firmly to the wall at the same time.
Apparently the slave would straddle the bar with his back to the
wall, and his balls would be encased by the heavy metal ring.

There was but one corner left to explore.  It alone was NOT well
lit.  Master had obviously wanted me to see it last.  As I
turned my attention toward its darkness and began to strain my eyes
to see, a spotlight magically came to life and shined
upon a metal cage.  Master WAS watching me and choreographing this
whole scene remotely.  The cage backed up against
the corner, and as I examined it more closely, I could see that its
bars were embedded in the concrete floor and that its two
back walls were the walls of the room.  It was a permanent fixture.
Entry into the cage seemed
to be on its top side.  The whole top seemed to be on
hinges, and there was an ominous hasp and lock on the side opposite
the hinges.  It looked awesomely stable and I longed to
touch it.  But I dared not.  Later on I might venture an occasional
breaking of a rule in order to illicit the punishment I long
for, but for now, I'd better not take any chances.  After all,
Master was watching.  The cage was approximately four feet
square.  The bars, each at least two inches thick, were about five
inches apart.  I could easily place my hands or feet through
the bars.  On the rear walls of the cage were numerous extra metal
rings.  I imagined me inside the cage, secured to the rear wall
and with my feet and hands cuffed outside the bars.  I wondered how
much of my future time would be spend cramped inside
this cage...would it be for occasional punishment only, or would
it, in fact, be my new home?  So far, as I have mentioned,
Master only has spoken in generalities.  "Details come later," he
always added secretively.  Of course, now as I took in all
these dark and ominous surroundings, those details allured and tantalized me.

My eyes reluctantly left the cage and followed along the side wall
to a curious installment.  Near the cage, about 3 feet from
it, a single metal pole, about 4 feet in height, rose from the
floor some six to eight inches away from the wall.  There was an
adjustable mechanism near its center, and a screw fitting at its
top, obviously for attachments of some sort.  It was bolted
firmly to the concrete.  There were two D rings welded on either
side of it near the floor.  I literally shook, and for the first
time, my hands came down to my side.  I quickly put them up behind
my neck.  This was an impaler!  I had seen these in
online catalogs, and the photos had been a source of endless
fantasizing.  The slave's feet would be attached to the rings near
the bottom.  A dildo would be connected to the  screw fitting on
top, then adjusted upward and into the slave's ass, impaling
him and securing him immovably to the spot.  Pre-cum dripped from
my erect cock.  I was mesmerized by this device and the
fantasies it dredged up within me.

Suddenly the door opened - my viewing session was over.  I was
instructed to sit on the floor again in the center of the room.
I was handed an envelope with my name printed on it and the words,
SLAVE CONTRACT!  A very bright overhead light came to
life and I was instructed to read the document, taking as much time
as I needed, and to indicate that I was finished by
standing.  I would be allowed to ask questions afterwards, but for
now I was left alone again, with the envelope.
Once again, the door was closed and locked!