Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2004 18:10:00 +0100
From: latintied@yahoo.es
Subject: The bondage Channel

The Bondage Channel
By latintied

I don't know how much time I spent there.  No one came to the Master's
apartment, having placed me in a mask blocking my eyes and having placed a
cock-shaped gag in my mouth.  Then he stripped me before fitting me with
thick leather wrist and ankle restraints.  He lead me to a place that felt
warm feel of wood beneath my feet.

I was placed face down on the floor and with the sound of a thick padlock
my wrists were immobile behind my back.  Then he got between my legs and
forced them to open leaving my ass exposed.

I noticed the cold contact of lubricant on my ass, while the Master with
patience distributed it generously.  He massaged my ass, opening it while I
twisted about and tried to stop him.  Although I enjoyed the pleasure that
I obtained, I knew that he was only eliminating my resistance.

The Master took a plug with a narrow tip that he seemed put there alone,
while I struggled with enthusiasm.  But soon it was entering, it was
stretching, each time more until it seemed to me that I was going to break.
With the last few centimeters, the groans of pleasure were mixed with those
of pain.  Fully stretched, the proper tension on the sphincter, he
introduced more inside, immobilizing it.  The rough stretching joined at
the base formed a plug that would remain solidly emprisoned in my ass.

Then jumping up, he returned to join my legs and another padlock secured
them together preventing the plug from being able to leave.  I noticed the
cold feel of the chain on my back and hands as the Master attached it to
the ankle restraints.  From there he passed it through the rings on the
wrist restraints.  And I was drawn back as my feet rose little by little
drawing together my ankles to my wrists.

When the body was in tension, a new lock was fixed to the chain as well.
Then the Master spoke for the first time.

"I have to go to attend to some business, so you remain here.  If you can
free yourself, you can leave, and, if not, relax and enjoy."

I struggled like a crazy man trying to scream but the gag prevented me.  I
heard the footsteps going away and the sound of the door of the house
closing.  For a short time, I continued my desperate efforts to free myself
but it was useless.

The time continued to pass while the silence enveloped everything.  My head
was a whirlwind of doubts.  At last, knowing that it did no good to
struggle, I started to study the situation.  I knew that there was no
possibility of removing the locks. However, if I succeeded in freeing one
of the ankles or wrists, I would have an opportunity.

My arms remained so taut with the wrist restraints almost immobilizing each
hand, impeding any mobility.  Then I tried to shrink, forcing my body,
trying to reach the ankle buckles with my fingers.  Each movement, each
effort, time passed and the plug's pressure fucking my ass was each time
more demanding, but the cramping was beginning to appear and I had to take
advantage of the time before the situation was desperate.

Stretching the fingers at last I found the strap that passed through the
buckle.  Thus making it pass through the loop by the eyelet, I began to
work at it with all my strength, trying to free it.  It was so tight that I
thought that I wouldn't succeed but in the end I did it.  Removing the
second was easy enough and with the legs free, the arms could recover from
the lack of movement restricted by the chain.

The sweat that covered me made the wrists easier to slip up, making it
possible for the fingers to reach the buckle, and I was free at last of the
restraints.  I paused exhausted on the ground, breathing rapidly.  After a
few minutes, I removed the gag and with some effort I managed to remove the
cord that was tied about the mask.  Little by little my freed eyes were
focusing about me and I stopped surprised.

I found myself lying in a room, 2 by 2 meters enclosed with bars up to the
ceiling.  A solid door with a keyhold separated me from the rest of the
room.  On the other side of the bars was a tripod with a camera focused on
me.  It was sitting next to a computer and on the monitor at its side I saw
my own image with a look of astonishment still lying on the floor.  It had
all been the idea of the Master that watched the scene from the next room
with a computer connected to the Internet to receive images from the
camera.  At that moment, the Master appeared in the room and turned off the
camera.

"Rest.  If anything had gone wrong, I would have freed you instantly," he
said calming me.  "All along it was a morbid game and I assure you that I
was in the house tonight recording it as you got horny."

I didn't know what to say.  I grabbed my things, I got dressed and left by
the door without knowing what to think.  That night in the house while I
slept, I could hardly get to sleep since it was exciting thinking about
what happened.  I got up and thought I would surf the Net for a while.  No
sooner had I connected when I received a message from the Master.

"I hope that everything is going well.  If it is, I want you next week to
come at the same time.  You have driven the audience wild on the Bondage
Channel and they want to have you once again as the invited artist."

I paused perplexed as I read the message.  However, that night I couldn't
go to sleep but was hoping the week will pass as soon as possible.


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