MASTER
GEOFF
Part
1
I found that my right hand had been tied to
my right thigh. This had happened so quickly that I had no time to resist. And
even as I thought this, my left hand was now fastened to my left thigh. I tried
to stand but found that not only were my hands disabled but I the ropes had
been looped to the chair so I was already a prisoner. He had tied these ropes
very tightly so I quickly realised that there was little or no chance of
escape. I was getting a little panicky and frightened.
I realised that I had nobody else to blame
but myself. I thought I was well past all the experimenting stage of life,
after all I had long since seen my 50th birthday when I met Geoff on
the Internet and we chatted a few times about his interest in bondage. Although
I was a complete beginner and Geoff confessed to being an experienced bondor
and Master the talk excited me. Eventually he convinced me that I should give
it a try and meet with him for a session. So we set up a time and date for me
to visit his home, as he had plenty of equipment that we would need. The day
before our planned meet he sent me instructions by email with his address. It
was a flat in the inner city area. I was to dress in jeans and tee shirt and
wear no underwear, although I could take a pair to wear home if that suited me.
I was to ring at the front door for Flat 1 and announce myself. He would then
spring the door and send down the lift. After entering the lift I was to turn
facing the back wall and unzip and pull out my cock and balls. Then wait until
further instructions were received. My heart was pounding by the time I arrived
outside of his flat. With a trembling hand I rang the bell. Hello boomed back a
voice. It’s Mark I said. The front door buzzed and the voice said Come in. I
pushed the door open and then entered. The lift was in front of me. The doors
of the lift slid slowly open. There was nobody inside it, so I entered and
waited for the doors to close before turning around, unzipping and pulling out
my cock and balls. I felt very foolish standing there like this. By now the
lift had begun its ascent. Thoughts about all of the diabolical things that
could go wrong flashed through my head. But all to soon it stopped and the
doors slid open. I felt somebody enter the car and then all went black as a blindfold
was fastened around my head. Next I felt hands exploring inside of my jeans and
then a voice said good, I see you can follow orders. Next the belt on the jeans
was unfastened and the garment pulled down to my ankles. Hands guided me to
turn around and then the command to walk was given. I managed to shuffle along
as it wasn’t easy with my jeans around my ankles and being unable to see. We
walked for what seemed miles but was probably only a short distance and then I
was commanded to sit. The hands guided me in this exercise. The seat felt very
cold to my bare arse skin. No further words had been spoken since my greeting
at the front door. That was when I suddenly realised that my hands were
disabled.
Once both hands were out of commission, the
blindfold I had been wearing was removed but while I was still blinking in the
bright light and before I could register anything a leather hood was pulled
over my head and laced tightly at the rear. It had no eyeholes but a mouth hole
and two small holes at the nostril. It was very restricting but I was able to
breathe easily. However, soon something was being forced into the mouth hole on
the hood and then into my mouth. I felt this being fastened with studs to the
front of the hood. My mouth was being forced to remain open but it wasn’t too
uncomfortable. But then to my utter surprise the device in my mouth began to
swell until my mouth was full and my tongue depressed. Satisfied that I was now
silenced he began to add to my bondage. My upper arms were individually tied to
the back of the chair. Then the tops of my calves followed by my ankles. I
realised that little by little I was being rendered immobile, totally unable to
move a muscle. He now took the lacing from the hood and pulling my head back so
that I was looking at the ceiling, he tied this to the back of the chair. But
if I thought I was immobile now I was in for a shock as he had far more bondage
in his mind. I still had a little movement in my head but he fixed this by
running a rope through some fixings on the hood that he tightened forcefully to
the chair. This had the effect of scrunching my neck down and further limiting
any movement I had there but also it did take the pressure off the lacing tied
to the back of the chair. He then began to loop ropes around my upper body in
three places, across my chest above my nipples, across my chest below my
nipples and then across my stomach. I now couldn’t even squirm on the seat. I
was truly in bondage. Everything went quiet and I had no idea whether he was
still in the room or whether he had left. I listened very carefully for any
sound that might tell what was to happen next. When a hand brushed my erect
cock I would have jumped 2 feet into the air, had I not been so firmly tied to
the chair.Then, nothing again. I strained my hearing sometimes thinking I had
heard a small scrape or felt a slight knock against the chair. But nothing was
heard or felt. My position was beginning to become very uncomfortable. My mouth
ached from the size of the gag, my neck was aching also from its unnatural
position and I would dearly have loved to move my hips and ease the pressure
from my buttocks, but I could not. I lost track of time completely; I had no
idea how long I had been sitting there and my physical discomfort was becoming
extreme. I began to moan softly, which was all I could do through the gag. Very
rapidly I felt the bite of two tit clamps being snapped onto my nipples. The
pain produced by this was excruciating and I screamed into my gagged mouth.
Slowly the pain subsided to a dull throb. But not for long because Master had
started to play with the clamps which brought fresh waves of pain to my
tortured tits. To my surprise I realised that my cock was still very erect, in
fact as hard as I could ever remember it being. He played relentlessly with my
nipples and I have to admit my cock throbbed in rhythm with his ministrations.
I was on the point of orgasm when he suddenly stopped and left me alone. I
could have screamed in frustration, all it would have taken was one or two
strokes of my bursting cock, but that was impossible. I groaned loudly into the
gag. I could still hear that he was in the room but I had no idea where or what
he was doing. Suddenly though he was back, he said I forgot something, no boy
is complete without this. And he commenced to tie my cock and balls with a
length of rope he had brought across with him. I of course could not see the
pattern he tied but I could feel the constriction it was causing. It made me
even hornier, if that was possible, but I knew now that it would be very
difficult if not impossible for me to orgasm. Now he would be able to play with
me as much as he liked. I could feel my cock straining and twitching in its
rope bondage. Once again he lightly touched my straining cock and I swear I
would have cum had it not been so tightly tied.
To
be continued…