Vegas Twelve to One · Part 4 (4/14)
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ent wasn’t in any of my fantasies, but here, it is part of servitude, so I must accept it. I try to think of it as one of my punishments. Maybe that is why they kept me in bondage during it all.
I divert my mind by watching one of the screens. Right now, it’s a naked woman being severely shocked in the pussy and on her nipples as she lays on her back locked down to an iron grid with evil looking metal restraints, holding her ankles, knees, hips, wrists, forearms, neck, and head. The grid sits in a rectangular metal basin filled with water so that it covers her up except for the tips of her toes, tops of her boobs and just enough of her face exposed so the water doesn’t cover her mouth, nose and eyes. There are even metal turn-screws going into her ears holding her down, while her mouth has a metal ring gag holding it open.
Also fixed to the grid is an electrified bulging copper cone that protrudes into her cunt. It looks ominous and causes her to buck every few seconds as the electric pulses cycle back on. The look on her face is of utter terror and the shocks are so violent that her arching, repulsing body creates waves that cause water to flow into her mouth, making her think she will drown. Her screams are so disturbing I wish my arms were free so I could cover my ears. I watch, despite the violent torture, as it is captivating, much like a car wreck.
Chapter 6: West Bound Flying
{Friday 10:00 am – 3:30 pm} It is probably less than a half hour when the lights come on, the videos stop and Master and Sir Michael release me from my cell. They are both wearing only black leather top harnesses and leather thongs, otherwise they are naked.
I am moved to the open area of the dungeon where the set of two cables dangle from the ceiling. There is a small wood stool that is about eight inches tall sitting on the floor between the two tethers. Laying next to it is a rigid metal frame made from some of the pipes and fittings I saw at the disciple wall. It is basically a tall narrow rectangle, about a foot wide and seven feet long. It has one cross member about halfway up the long side of the frame to add strength and rigidity. Protruding from the center of the top pipe and the bottom pipe are rings that look like they are for attaching the hooks from the cables.
Sitting beside the pipe frame is a roll of black 18-inch-wide stretch wrap and a smaller six-inch roll. I’m pleased to see the rolls; my favorite form of bondage is being cocooned in stretch wrap. It is incredibly tight and provides complete captivity; you can’t move your limbs at all from your body when it is done right.
My irons are removed, I’m told to put my arms down at my side so that the palms of my hands touch the sides of my upper thighs. And the wrapping begins. Sir Michael is the one working the roll of wide black wrap. He starts around my upper arms, chest, and back, pinning my arms to my body as he circles me. He has wrapped me before in San Diego, so he knows what to do. I am wrapped tightly down to my waste. Master reaches between my legs, and I feel a momentary vibration in my butt indicating the plug was just turned on and is awaiting a remote command to activate the vibration in earnest. The wrapping is then continued down to my feet making me completely secured by the wrap.
I’m tight but I still have flex. It is then back up all the way to my neck. There are three more winding trips down and back to assure complete immobilization of my limbs and body. There is no flexing now. They have achieved the cocoon tightness that I thoroughly enjoy when I am bound this way. I knew to expand my lungs with full breaths of air each time they passed my torso so that my chest would not be overly compressed and my breathing as a result would not be inhibited. For the moment I’m glad I’m here. I love this. I feel scissors cutting out my privates from the wrap and a hand pulling them free through the opening just made.
My balls are then stretched down, and a cord of some sort is lashed around the bag separating my two testicles from the base of my scrotum.
It is then onto my head and neck. Sir steps up on the stool and he first tells me to open my mouth. He maneuvers a large metal ring behind my teeth. I’m told to not dislodge it. Now using the six-inch roll of wrap he begins at my neck where the larger wrap ended, making multiple circles around it as he wraps upward, using his other hand to form-fit the wrap to my skin. As he passes my chin, he tells me to take a deep breath. I do. He then makes multiple wraps around my face and head sealing off my mouth and nose. I cannot breathe. He is working quickly as he changes direction with the wrap, circling and pressing it to my face, fully encapsulating my head.
The face wrap has a sensation of a laced-up tight discipline hood. It’s been probably a long minute, maybe two of me holding my breath for him to finish. He then instructs me to hold my tongue against the bottom of my mouth and he takes a penknife and slits through the ring. He quickly pokes his finger in the hole to widen it. I take a needed breath. I was not yet in trouble, but nonetheless glad to suck in some new air. With a pair of safety scissors, he cuts around the inner surface of the ring to make an ample circular airway opening. The face wrap emits some light, but I no longer can see anything. I can also not breathe out of my nose.
Two of them now lift me up and the stool is placed under my feet. I feel what I believe is the frame put behind me, I assume with the bottom resting on the floor and the top extending beyond my head. It is pressed against my back and held there by someone. The screech sound of wrap coming off the roll is heard again, and they begin to recircle me with it, this time capturing the frame as they go round and round me, pulling it tight to my back and legs. It is a total of four tight trips down and up, making me one with the frame. They tug on the frame, up, down and sideways; it is going nowhere without me and vice versa.
I hear Sir say to hook the head cable line to the frame and it is snapped on. “Take it up a foot or two,” is ordered and I feel movement upward and my feet leave the stool. There is zero slippage of my body on the frame. “Now let it down so I can reach his head,” Sir requests and I am let down with the frame base hitting the ground then the frame tilting on angle as they let more line down. I am now within working height as I feel wrap being added to my head. He secures my head to the frame. My head isn’t going to move either. I am told a second time to take a deep breath, and the wrap goes again over my mouth as they continue their circles down to my neck.
My time without air is much shorter. As before, he pokes through the ring, widens it, then cuts cleanly around the inner circle. I am pleased when he then with a little wiggling removes the ring from behind my teeth and pulls it free of me. Last time a ring gag was used when I was being wrapped and it was left in for the duration of my bondage which made my mouth sore.
As a final touch, Sir Michael takes the smaller roll of wrap and encapsulates my feet. “Can you hook up the bottom ring now?” he asks. And it is done.
They have been chatting back and forth all along, typically instructions and the like, but what caught my attention was the comment, “He’s ready, take him up.” And with that, one of the hoists came to life again and I am lifted upward. I went up for just a short time, I am now fully upright and there is a bit of swinging so I’m sure I am off the ground when I stop. I feel a pull on the cord around my balls. There must be a lead extending from the lashing which they were pulling. They are adding something to the cord, a weight, a heavy weight. There was a significant tugging on the sack to the point of being uncomfortable, painful.
Then I hear, “OK, take him to the ceiling.” And up I go. It stops and I hang there. I am swaying a bit, the weight on my balls swaying more and hurting, but there is no pressure on my body as the frame is holding me comfortably and absorbing the physical stress of being suspended from the cable. The plug in my butt roars to life. The vibration program they have selected to run is wildly stimulating. I get the ball pulling now, they are creating a pain/pleasure war in my groin. So here I am, tightly wrapped in plastic, my favorite form of bondage, but this is certainly a different application from my past experiences.
I have always been bound and then laid down, sometimes secured to what I have been placed on like was the case at Sir Michael’s. This time I am upright, hanging in free space yet completely unable to move my limbs from my body. The weight on my sack has been put in motion and that in turn makes my body sway slightly. The swaying is pleasant, it could rock me to sleep, but the jerking weight is not. The vibration in my bottom, magnificent.
I am left to myself, just hanging. Seemed like forever. The solitude should be so peaceful, but of course my mind is spinning, jumping from hopeful fantasy fulfillments to come, to the possible torture horrors and then the thoughts move on to this morning’s activities I detested and back again to fantasies. A swirling circle. I must have been there for an hour or more, not nearly as long as I had been held in San Diego. I had moved into an almost trance-like state when I felt myself descending. I first feel the weight relieved from my sack as the weights touch the floor, then a second or two later the frame reaches the floor, and they stop.
“It’s lunch time. Open your mouth and suck this down.” What is squirted into my mouth is two small pouches of baby food. These are very popular today for feeding toddlers vegetables and fruits. I have no idea what flavors I was given, they were bland, but that would be my only lunch. Wanting as much nourishment I could get I found myself sucking on the bag’s nozzles to get the last drops from the pouches. I am then given some water to finish my meal. I feel someone grab my dick. It is shoved into the neck of a urinal, and I am told to pee. Again, I have no idea of who is handling me or watching me, so I have a difficult job making this happen, especially with a buzzing in my butt. but eventually I got it done. “He’s done and ready to go back up.” I think it was Master’s sub.
I hear Master say, “Take the scissors and put slits by his eyes, so he can see the sky view of the dungeon.” And my vision was somewhat restored. Up I go to the ceiling. It is quite a sight, a tad blurry, but I can see it. This room is truly amazing and large if you are into bondage and BDSM. It dawns on me this is the first time I have been bound this way and not blindfolded. Another unusual sensation peering out from an encapsulated shell.
I hear from the floor, “We will be back, we are going to have lunch. We got you on camera.” They weren’t kidding that I was on camera, as I look around from my elevated vantage point, I notice that they seem to be everywhere. Looks like one is pointed at almost every device or piece of bondage furniture. One is pointed at me. A bunch of them are at the ceiling level and another set about eight feet off the floor. Seems like nothing is out of the watchful recording eye. I watched the two masters and the sub walk away, see them go through the cell door and lock it, ascend the stairs, open the steel door and exit. The door is closed, and you can hear them engage the three slide bars.
I’m the only one in the room, I am completely bound and immobile and tethered on a cable to the ceiling, dangling from what I guess to be at least twenty feet from the floor. Was locking the doors necessary? Yeah, I get it. It’s part of the dungeon experience.
It must have been a good lunch as they were gone a long time before they returned. My bonds are tight, but I am not suffering nor is my breathing being overly restricted by the wrap that is tight around my chest. The frame is taking the burden of my suspension, I am comfortable. I have acclimated to the weight pulling on my balls. They have either gone numb or I have just forgotten about them. The vibrator is also continuing to buzz me, but has fallen into the realm of background noise, barely noticeable now, still pleasant.
They return, but no attention is given to me. I am left there to be in solitude, but I notice while I gaze down that there is some action starting down below me. Master is strapping his partner onto the solid-sided pegging bench. The sub has a partial mask on, and his head is being secured to the head rest. Sir Michael is there and is massaging the sub’s back and neck. That goes on for about five minutes when he moves around to the captive’s butt and begins to finger him.
It is peculiar watching this while being bound tight up above the action. I’m not a voyeur by any means, especially not interested in watching gay sex, but there isn’t anything demanding my mental time at the moment, so I watch. Sir Michael is working the sub’s butt with his fingers just as he had done in San Diego to me. One finger working him in and out, then two fingers in and out, appears to be gentle. He works for a while, then its three fingers. He adds some lube from a jar on the floor. I see some thumb work being done. He is taking his time loosening up the hole.
Eventually he gets to the main event. The Dom host comes over to him, gets down on his knees and begins to suck Sir Michael’s member. This guy, unlike me, knows what he is doing when it comes to sucking cocks and can take on Sir Michael’s very large swollen penis. It’s just a few minutes of sucking when he withdraws from Master’s mouth and adds a few hand strokes of his own to his full erection as he places a coating of lube to the surface of the head and shaft. He moves into position, uses his thumb again to make an initial opening assault, then lines up his dick head and pushes in, slowly. He gives it a moment and then pushes in a little further. Another pause, a little retraction, then forward again. He does this several times till most of his dick has been swallowed by the butt in front of him.
As the sub settles into the rectal assault, the pace picks up, the insertion takes the form of deliberate thrusts, that though even secured to the bench causes the sub to lurch forward and groan with each advancing thrust. After a few minutes, the Master moves to the head of his sub who opens his mouth on command and takes his Dom orally. He is being taken in both holes while bound. This of course is one of my fantasies that I have already experienced for real now in San Diego. I don’t know if it is one of his fantasies, but it is happening to him, just the same. They go at it a while, but neither seem to climax. I think that’s the plan. It’s a long weekend, they would not want to waste the limited number of climaxes men can generate so early. They finish up and the sub is released. I just hang.
Then finally they are back to me. My tether is dropped so I have now descended about ten feet, still far off the floor. I hear a winch again and this is the cable they have attached to the bottom of the frame which up to now was just hanging limp. As the cable rises to the ceiling my feet are pulled upward. This cable hoist is mounted on the ceiling about ten from the one holding the top of the frame. The way my captors have attached the frame to the cable swivel hooks I am flipped over and facing down as my body reaches horizontal. The cord and weight attached to my sack is swinging wildly due to the body reversal movement. Nothing like bringing pain to the forefront of a scary change.
They go past horizontal and take my feet up close to the ceiling. They then drop the top cable down, so I am now fully suspended upside down, high above them. With my arms strapped to my sides, it is my head that is the lowest point. The cord and weight are settling down with the cord now pressing against the side of my face as it passes by me and dangles below.
I can see it clearly now. They have attached a round free weight from the gym, the rope looped through the center hole and tied holding it fast. It is still swinging slightly. Blood begins to rush to my face and head. I won’t be able to handle this orientation for long. I hope they get that. I’m sure the Master does. This cable setup was seemingly designed for this kind of body hanging. He is experienced and would know the likely limits of inversion hanging. I’m finding mine fast. At least they aren’t going anywhere. In fact, they are watching me closely. I’ve been facing downward for less than a minute when they start to lower me.
They take me all the way down to where my face is at waist height of the boys. “OK. Here’s the plan, you are to suck all three of us till you make the blood rush to our dick heads. You need to do that before you get too lightheaded from the blood rushing to your head. You probably have about five minutes, maybe six, so you better work good and fast,” Master advises.
Instantly there is a dick at my mouth. Worried, I take it in, sucking and licking as best I can. He stayed just about a minute or so, I'm pretty sure he was not very hard as he pulled out. Quickly in comes dick number two, I think this is Master’s. I again lick and suck, using my lips as well as my tongue, trying to bob my head but I have almost no movement because of the tight head wrap. He grabs hold of the frame and gently pulls it back and forth, so I get the movement I was trying to achieve. I can feel the flushness in my head, it’s distracting and unpleasant. Master stays about two minutes and I can tell I have made him somewhat hard. He releases his grip on the frame and pulls away, and tells me, “Well done, you got one more.”
This one truly frightens me. It will be Sir Michael. His size will fill my mouth and as such I will have difficulty trying to breathe. I can’t use my nose, it remains sealed. As I feel his cock at my lips I take as deep of a breath as I can and open my mouth wide. He pushes in and I can tell he’s soft. He, like Master, grabs the frame and starts it moving back and forth. I press my lips as tight as I can around his shaft and press my tongue against its bottom. He does the work, but the complete fullness deep in my mouth is giving me the sense that I am about to gag. I do what I can to control the impulse. Sir must sense this, as he pulls back and stops his thrusting.
He stays there just a moment or two longer as I lick him, then pulls out, still mostly placid. I gasp for air. “Cunt, someday you will learn the skills to properly service me. You’ll have to if you want me to keep you as my submissive,’ he declares. I’m sure I’ll be paying later for this failure.
“Ok, he’s experienced what inversion sex is like, make him horizontal,” states Master. And I am very happy, as the upside-down position was getting overwhelming fast, despite the diversion of having three different unwanted dicks in my mouth in the course of under five minutes. If sexual abuse is your wish, then this is a prime example. Though, on the other hand, it was kind of cool, frightening, but exhilarating too. My feet are dropped as my head is raised and I am now prone, face down. The tight wrap keeps me straight thanks to the frame above me. The weight hanging from my balls is again swinging wildly as my orientation changes. I am raised back towards the ceiling, so the weight is about at the head height of my abusers, enticing them to play with it.
Master decides the weight should be swinging more and sets in in a wide circular swing path. My groin aches. It is about then when someone decided to change the program in my butt plug. It isn’t any stronger, but the change in rhythm provides me with a new sensual stimulation which helps combat the ball weight. There is less of a concern by the trio of this position, so I am left to endure it for a while. I know I have been wrapped for more than three hours as I notice the vibrator has stopped teasing me. It has a battery duration of about that amount of time, and it has now gone silent. I am kept flat for about, I guess, thirty minutes, maybe forty-five when I hear, “It’s about time to get him ready,” and I am dropped down to the floor with my feet lowered first. When I reach the floor, the bottom cable is disconnected. The head cable remains so the frame and I are still held upright.
Master’s sub is given the task to free me from my plastic wrap bonds and the frame. First to be removed is the wrap around my feet, which is cut off easily with safety scissors. The stepstool is then placed under my feet so that when I’m freed from my slightly elevated position on the rack I will not drop and fall. The first removal is easy. He cuts up the back of the frame, close to one of the pipes where the wrap doesn’t touch me from my ankles to my head. This wrap pulls free of the inter wrap on my body without difficulty. As he separates me from the frame, he steadies me with one hand, and he pulls the mount away from me with the other. He then bearhugs me and lifts me off the stool and stands me on the floor.
He then stands on the stepstool and starts cutting at my mouth hole, slitting along the sides of my cheeks with the safety scissors to the back of my head and down the back of my head to my neck. Then two more cuts are made from the mouth hole going past my eye slits and to the top of my head. He carefully and slowly peels the wrap away from my face and off the back of my head. Relief. Next, he moves to my neck, cutting down towards my shoulders and continuing with a slit on both sides all the way down to my waist. He makes two connecting cuts around the front of my body, one at my pecs and one just above my hips, going from one side slit to the other.
Slowly and carefully, he peels the left side of the uppermost wrap from my chest and shoulder, then repeats the peel from the right. This leaves the wrap still clinging to my back. He drops down to the next cut sheet, goes left, then right making my stomach and side arms free of material. My hands and lower body are still held. He then goes behind me and beginning at the top, works on freeing my back, by rolling down the sheet a few inches at a time releasing my upper torso. The cool air is refreshing on my sweaty back. I truly love the feeling of the tight wrap, but I enjoy just as much the feel of liberation after being wrapped for hours.
He then goes to work on my lower body, starting at my waist making a slit all the way to the bottom of my left leg then a second down my right. He makes two lateral cuts across my privates, I guess to make the pull away easier. He peels the wrap from the front of my legs and waist. Even though he is close to the end he goes slowly and carefully, making sure none of my skin is harmed. And the wrap is off. Freedom.
I take my arms and stretch them above my head to reduce the new cramping and relieve the aches, but they are grabbed, pulled behind me and cuffed with double lock handcuffs. I was told on the onset that I would be in bondage the whole weekend. So far, they are being true to their word. The silent butt plug is pulled, its exit not nearly as painful as its entry, and is put in a plastic bag. Finally, he unties the loops of cord from my sore, stretched scrotum. Master then comes back and attaches the nearest winch hook to the chain between my cuffs and sends the cable skyward till my arms are pulled up behind me, forcing me to bend over. My Bitch collar is buckled back on by Sir Michael then he rubs the leather thong covering his dick against my face and mouth. You can feel the bulge.
Chapter 7: The Welcoming
{Friday 3:30 pm – 7:00 pm} As I semi-hang there, a general cleanup is going on around me with the stretch wrap gathered up and put in a trash bag. The other winch cable was sent to the ceiling. My bagged butt plug carried off. The weight and rope that battered my bag stowed. They all head off in different directions, missions unknown to me. I even heard someone leave the dungeon. I also hear water running in the wet room, but I can’t see what is happening there. I am tethered here probably for a good half hour or more. I have no sense of passing or real time of day at this point, other than it must be mid, maybe even late afternoon if they had fed me around noon.
Only my arms are secured, so I can move my feet around and twist to help keep from cramping, but semi-bent over is a strain. Hey, bondage is your life’s fantasy, this is what you dreamed about, physically suck it up I caution myself.
Eventually I hear Master announce, “It’s time to get you set-up to meet our play party guests.” I become restless over what ‘set-up’ means. It starts simple enough with my stretch wrap matted hair bushed. I then feel lotion being applied, first to the back of my neck, across my shoulders and down my back. My nose picks up the scent, suntan lotion. Not sure what this is all about. It continues until 100 percent of my body is covered, less the
