It's Sunday morning about 3 A.M. and I am getting ready to head down to the local adult bookstore. You know the ones. Got the viewing room that's got everything you need (a couch & roll of toilet paper). I enjoy self-bondage, I normally do this at home, but I like to get out every now and then, and just thinking about it is a rush. I already have my hiking boots & white socks on and am putting on what could best be described as my daisy duke leather shorts. Not bad for a guy. Been told many times that my legs are great looking, and with my tan and the fact that I shave my whole body. Well!! I am wearing a sleeveless warm up shirt with pockets. Got to have pockets, how else can you carry hand-cuffs/ball gags and such.

I lay out my things. My driver's license and cash. Cannot carry my billfold due to the things that I have to carry. I put on my cock and ball chrome cage and then put the lock on. The key stays here at home to insure that I do not cum while at the bookstore. Handcuffs go in one back pocket and the ankle cuffs go in the other. Keys to both go into my right front pocket. I decide that I will use the penis gag instead of the ball gag and I am going to take a couple of nipple clamps. I remember that I am suppose to go over to a friends place later & play some more and I had told them about the black canvas straight-jacket & discipline hood that I had purchased from The Stockroom. I mean self-bondage is fun, but with straightjackets or mummification, it's nice to have a partner to help make it more enjoyable. So I lay the things out to make sure that I put them in my truck.

One last check around the house, and just for a moment I thought about calling and leaving a voice message on my friends phone to tell them where I would be, but since I did not expect anything out of the normal to happen, so I chose not to leave a message. Turned out to be the best thing or the worst thing I could have done, depending on your mind set. I checked the mirror to make sure how I look and even though the cock and ball harness makes a pretty good bulge on the shorts, the jersey covers it up. One last look and I am out the door. Little did I realize that many of the things I had dreamed about were about to come true in the next few hours? What's that saying about be careful what you ask for, because you might get it. We'll see!

I decide that I need a hot cup of coffee, so I swing into the local quick stop store. I daydream about what and how I will enjoy the next few hours. I like going to the particular store. They seem to have more video's showing all the BDSM that you could ask for, plus they carry a very large selection of toys for our enjoyment. I have a pretty good little home dungeon, but you can never have enough stuff.

As I pull into the parking lot, I note that it seems like a pretty slow morning. Not may cars in the lot. I park and do another check. Yep, all toys are where they are supposed to be. As I get out, my cock is trying to burst out of its cage. It hurts, but it feels good. I adjust myself and go into the store. I am very aware of the short shorts I have on and I notice a couple of guys checking me out. They are not too sure about me. My leather shorts and boots are one thing, but I forgot to mention my long bleach blonde hair, which I have in braids (corn rows) and a couple of pretty good size ear rings. They cannot seem to figure if I am there to give or receive (good blow job). Neither can I. My best guess is that I am Bi and I can switch roles Dom/Sub, but my true calling is to serve and be a slave, or at least that is what I am looking for again. You see I had lived the life of a slave for seven years and them my Mistress passed away. Since then, I have been like ship without a destination. Always moving, but never hitting port. But I keep sailing!

After looking at the new toys that are in place, I head toward the viewing rooms. I recognize the owner of the store and we make eye contact. For some reason, I cannot pull my eyes from him, he looks different this time. He is dressed in Leather pants and boots and a black tee shirt and leather vest. I also notice that he is wearing a leather wristband on his left wrist. Now I understand why this store carries what it does. The owner is a Dom!! My mind begins to race. The possibilities here could be endless…I know he is married, but maybe they takes in strays

I get to the viewing area and begin to look at the movies that are showing in the rooms and also noting what kind of folks are hanging out. I call this the trolling mode. But hey it could be me doing the same thing later. As I said earlier, it was not crowded in the parking lot and it's the same in here. I can remember the times at this store and others. Between meeting someone here to play in a room or to meeting someone for the first/last time can be exciting. I remember standing outside one of the rooms and could hear someone being fucked and spanked at the same time. The one voice was muffled (my guess either a gag or a cock) and the other one was not quite shouting. I tried to enter, but the door was locked, so the best I could do was listen. Boy was I envious of the people in that room. That night I had to go home and jack off I order to take the edge off. Sure would have liked to been the 3 rd person playing there.

I decide to go to the viewing room at the end of the hall next to what looked like an office. It had a different type door; my guess was that was where they kept their books & video's. I would find out later what was REALLY in that room. I enter the room and lock the door. First I go over to the T.V. and put some money in the machine and begin to look at the different channels. I am beginning to really get in the mood. It seems that there are more videos of my liking than normal and I keep channel surfing. They run the gambit. Male Dom's/Female Dom's, bondage, CBT, cross-dressing. I settle on the French Maid/Cross Dresser who seems to stay in bondage and is required to serve both male/females. Right up my alley!

Now begins the change. I begin to remove the cuffs/gag & tit clamps. I remove my jersey & my shorts. I am thinking that I want to keep them clean, so I put them up on top of the T.V. monitor mounted up on the wall. There is a pretty nice couch, so I sit down and try to calm myself down. I first put the cuffs around my ankles & ratchet them closed. I then put the penis gag on & buckle it tight behind my head. I really like the feel and it also allows me to breath. I pickup the tit clamps and places one on each nipple. I have to work on these since I have some 8 gauges looped captive ball nipple rings. I really enjoy the rings, but it makes putting clamps or clothespins on a. little tougher. Finally got them in place. I check the tightness of the gag and clamps and pickup the handcuffs. I click one link on my right wrist and while I am sitting on the couch, I put my left hand behind my back. Just as I lock the left wrist closed a COLD chill ran though my mind. THE KEYS!!! As I stood up my eyes made contact with my clothing setting on top of the T.V. How could I have been so careless? Talk about being in deep shit. What was I going to do? My mind begins to try and figure out what to do. I of course pull on the cuffs and try to push the gag out of my mouth, with no success. What did I expect? I began to kind of laugh at myself. I mean why did I come here? Did I want self-bondage? Yes! Did I get it? Maybe more that I wanted. Remember what I said about being careful what you asked for. I had money in the machine and I sure as hell was not going anywhere for a while. So I figured the best thing to do was sit back & enjoy the movie. What I did not know was that while I was watching the video, someone was watching me. Turns out that they had some very interesting things in mind for me. I began to enjoy the video & became hotter and hotter. I did everything I could to get some relief, but none was coming. My nipples began to throb and between having a piss hard on and just a good old fashion hard on, I was beside myself. How do you spell relief??? CUMMMMMMM. My jaws ached from the gag & it seems like the temperature in the room was getting colder. I mean I got goose bumps on top of goose bumps.

I had put enough money in the machine for 2 hours worth of movies, but the more pressing concern, was what was I going to do? It would be a little tough to unlock the door & walk down the hall to the front desk with nothing but my birthday suit. I could sneak a peak and see if anyone were close and try to get their attention to come into the room and get me out of the fix. No guarantee on that one either. My best bet was to let the movie finish and when I did not leave the room, someone would come in to either clean the room or check the room out. Having decided that this was the best plan of action, I sat down, and got a comfortable as possible and began to watch the movie.

I woke with a start. Its still bone chilling cold, but now the room is pitch dark. I could not see my hand in front of my face that is if I could put my hand in front of my face. Nothing had changed. Nipple was stiff from the cold and hurting from the clamps. My balls feel like two water balloons about to burst from lack of relief. Sure would like to get the penis gag out!!

I am just about resigned to go open the door to the hallway & take my chances, when the door bursts open. I must have made a pretty sight trying to get behind the couch to hide. What modesty!!! I mean here I am almost as naked as the day I was born, with enough body jewelry and bondage gear on to let anyone know that I am just a LITTLE KINKY and I am trying to hide. Its funny how the mind works! I hear a man voice, which I recognize as the owners. He tells me to stand up & not go anywhere or cause any problems or he would call the police. Dress the way I am, I am neither going anywhere nor going to cause any problems and he knows that, but I am sure that he is just insuring that I know WHO is in CHARGE!! He wants to know what I am doing and how did I get this way? I kind of roll my eyes and shrug my shoulders. He closes the door and walks over to looks and me me square in the face and says, SLAVE why are you still standing!! Assume the position!! Without a moment's hesitation, I take the position that I have taken so many times before in my past. My mind is going in a thousand different directions. For the first time in seven years, I feel a belonging that had been missing in my life. I do not know where this encounter will lead but at this moment, my only two thoughts are in pleasing Master and the unbridled joy and sexual excitement I am feeling. He begins to tell me of having watched me for a while and said that he had a good laugh too when he saw that I had left the keys in my shorts. In fact to prove the point, he walked over and took my cloths down and put the keys down in front of my face. He then told me that since I had decided to use this room for play and since he had been watching me get worked up he was going to remove my gag. I was told not to say a word. He removed the gag and I tried to get some life back in my jaws. He then said that he was horny from watching and that I was going to service him. I heard him undoing his belt and I heard the zipper being pulled down. As he stood there naked from the waist down, he instructed me to look at his cock. He appeared to be about the same size as mine with a mushroom shaped head. I also noticed that he was hairless. He told me to scoot forward and to lick my lips and to take just the head of his cock with my lips and to use the tip of my tongue to work the slit. As I followed his instructions, I became even more aroused and the cage on my cock was doing a good job of keeping me under control. I could tell that he was enjoying what I was doing, because his cock seemed to be growing. He then instructed me to slide forward as far as I could. He said that he wanted to see how skilled I was at giving head. I regret to say that I am not yet a member of the deep throat club. He sensed that and said that he could see that I had some serious training coming, because he liked his slaves to be able to service him and any other men as good as any woman. How was I going to be trained? I took that as he was going to allow me to see him again. I did not realize just how soon that was going to be and for how long. He seems to be enjoying what I was doing, because I felt him put his hands behind my head and began to face fuck me. He said he liked the braids as it gave him a good handhold. Boy was he right!! I then felt him beginning to pulse in my mouth and I knew he was going to cum. As he began to shoot he pulled his dick out and began to spray my face like a water hose with his cum. I could sense that we were not done and I was right. He stepped back up to me told me to open my mouth and placed the gag back in place. He said that since I was going to be busy for a while, that he was going to move my truck around back. I guess he had seen me pull in and he pulled the key out of my pants. He then walked over and pulled a blindfold out of his pocket. You know, the ones that the airlines give you on flights. He then instructed me to get down on my stomach. Just before doing that, he took the nipple clamps off and I almost cried. The pain was so intense. I had not put them on real tight, but my guess was that I had worn them for over three hours…. Guess it's a good thing that my endorphins are working like at time and a half!!!! Wow!!! As I scoot down on my belly the cock cage become a little bit of an issue, but I feel a hand reaching down and putting it in a better position for me. A very considerate Master. I then hear him tell me to bend my legs back and I realize that I am fixing to be in the classic hog-tied position. When he is done, while I am reasonably comfortable, I can rock back and forth, or lay on my side, but Master has not told me I can, so I won't. He then tells me that he is going to move my truck and to not go anywhere until he gets back. What do you know? He is a comic too!

Don't know how long I lay on the floor, but I hear the door open, but this time I can hear two voices! I recognize Masters voice, but I do not know who the other person is. Master first said that he liked the bondage equipment that he found in my truck and was looking forward to seeing it modeled!! But he said first things first. Since he noted that my cock sucking skills were lacking that he was going to begin my training now. I figured that with that he would be releasing me and putting me backs in a knelling position. Nope, the next think I feel is someone scooting towards me with their legs on each side of my body. Still did not know how this was going to happen, but I was fixing to find out. I then was told that my gag is going to be removed and again to not say a word. They take my gag off and I again work my mouth trying to get some feeling back. I begin to feel the legs getting closer to me, kind of rocking back and forth. I can smell the male scent getting closer to my face. I am then instructed to rock to the left & I feel him rocking that direction also, at that exact moment his cock pops into my mouth. As we rock back to normal, I realize that I am trapped on the head of his cock. Because of my position & with his legs keeping me stable, I am gagged with a REAL penis gag. I try and pull my head up enough to remove the cock, but that's not happening. Master interrupts my efforts and explains that this will begin my training. He tells me that this effort will help me learn how to not only deep throat but to learn to breath through my nose. I do not understand how this will happen, until I begin to feel steady pressure being applied to the back of my head. I cannot fight it so my only choice is to begin to take more and more of the cock into my mouth. When I reach a point where I try to resist, I feel more pressure being applied. This is all done very slowly and I will feel the pressure let up and I will slide back up as much as possible. I can feel that my breathing is getting better, but I am still fighting the gag reflex. A couple of time my teeth scrapped the man I was sucking and I received a pop across my butt with some type of belt. Just enough to let me know that I am doing wrong. He keeps working my head up and down and then holding that position; I sense that I am getting closer to the base of his cock. All of a sudden, my mouth is driven all the way down and I gag for just a moment and then I realize that the tip of his cock is in my throat. I focus on breathing through my nose and I sense a real effort on his part as he is holding my head in place & driving his cock up into my mouth like a piston. I feel his legs tense and he hold my head all the way down. Now I am beginning to have problems as my nose is right up against his belly & my mouth is full of cock meat!! I think I am either going to pass out or barf all over the place. But neither happened. As he begins to cum, he backs my head back to were I am now a vacuum for his cum. He tells me to start working my tongue around his cock…. I hear someone clapping there hands, and realize that Master has been watching the whole time. As he removes himself, I am left lying just like I had been. I am so horny it's beyond words. I cannot relieve myself and I am certain that Master is not allowing that to happen either.

I hear them leave the room briefly, but the door reopens and I hear Master speaking to me. As he takes the rope holding me in a hog-tied position off and instructing me to scoot back to the couch, he begins to explain to me my options. He then instructs me that he is going to ask me some questions and that based on my answers, he will decide what will happen. Then the questions.

Master-Do you want to be a slave?

Yes Sir

Master-Do you live alone?

Yes Sir

Master-Does anyone know where you are right now? I want the truth.

No Sir

Master-When will you be missed?

3 days from now, Sir

Master- I see

Master-If you agree, you will remain under my domain for the next 72 hours. At that time I will decide weather or not you are a suitable replacement slave. Do you agree?

Yes Sir.

Based on your agreement, then we have a very busy 72 hours ahead of us. First I am going to allow you to stand and since our first stop is going to be your home and I want to be there before daylight, you will need to change. I am going to remove your handcuffs, but first I will begin to get you ready for travel. Since you had some things in the truck, I figured that you were going to be using them today; I just speeded up the process.

Master begins to remove the blindfold and I see that he has my hood. Its leather with lacing up the back and a locking collar. It also has a removable pear gag and blinders. As he pulls the hood over my head, but before he begins lacing, he clicks the blinder in place and puts the gag into my mouth and I hear the snaps clicking. When he is done lacing the helmet, I feel like I have a second skin on. I feel the collar being tightened and I feel a lock being closed. So much for getting out of this. I then hear the movement of rough fabric and realize that he is undoing the buckles on my canvas straightjacket. He comes up behind me and for the first time I feel him against my body. He places one hand on each shoulder and speaks almost at a whisper telling me what he has planned for me next. I feel the handcuffs coming off and he instructs me to hold my arms out in front. I feel the rough sleeves sliding up both arms coming over my shoulder. I am then ordered to drop my arms to my side. I feel him as he tightens each of the five buckling straps down the back. I feel a slap on the inside of each of my legs. I spread my legs wider. I know what is next. As the crotch straps are pulled up between my legs & secured in the back, this jacket is great in that there is two straps so that the cock and balls and ass are totally accessible. I fee my left arm pulled thought the front strap and then the same is done to my right arm. I wiggle around and just at that time I feel the buckles being pull behind my back. Well here I am almost deaf dumb and blind. Master instructs me to raise my left leg & I feel my leather shorts being pulled up & then my right. He pulls the shorts up and I feel him snap then on. I am not sure how we are going but I am about to find out.

I feel him hook what must be a leash to my hood and I am told to follow. I can tell that we walk out the door and to that storeroom, or at least what I thought was a storeroom. It's really his play/office room. I hear him sit down and he asks me if the address on my driver's license is accurate. I nod yes. His comments about modern technology make me realize that he has looked up the address on the computer and is printing out the directions. Guess the ball is rolling. We head out the door and I realize that not only are we going to my house, but also he is taking my truck. He opens the back door and helps me climb up in the back. He then buckles me in. Like I need any more bondage. And we are off!!!!

As Master starts the truck, my other senses begin to come into play. While I cannot see or hear well, it would seem that my sense of smell is more heightened. I smell a fragrance that would tell me that a woman was in the truck and I begin to feel a presence next to me. About then Master must have noticed me and said, Slave I would like to introduce you to my Wife/Slave Linda. I am sure that she would say hello if she could, but just so you know she has a penis gag in her mouth that makes yours real small. He then instructed her to reach out and stroke my body. I feel a small pair of hands that must have been cuffed together running from the top of my hooded head down to my legs. She seemed to be seeing with her hands and it hit me that she must be blindfolded also. She seems to linger around my waist and all of a sudden, I feel my belt being loosened and the zipper of my shorts beings pulled down. No one is saying anything and I try & raise my hips enough to let her pull my shorts down. With the seatbelt on its almost impossible, but we are making progress. Just when she reaches into my shorts & I guess she was expecting to be able to grab my cock in her hands, all she got for her effort was a caged penis.

We hear Master laughing in the front and I hear him tell Slave Linda, that he enjoyed the little show and was glad to see that his Slut Slave was living up to her billing. He said that he could see where his work would be cut out to keep us in line. The rest of the drive to the house was in silence & just a little sexually frustrating for at least two of us.

When Master stopped the truck, he again reconfirmed with a description of the house and I nodded. He said that he was going to open the door to the house and that he would come back and help us in. I hoped that it was still dark out. I mean people in the neighborhood know me, but then again they really DO NOT know me. Some things just have to stay in the closet. I hear the door open next to me and I hear Master talking to Slave Linda. It gets quite and a few minutes later Master returns for me.

After getting into the house, I hear Master lock the front door. Now being in a more familiar surrounding, I can almost navigate through the house, even being bonded the way I am. Master leads me to the den and then we turn into what I know is my version of a Dungeon. The room is about a half again as large as a normal den. The entire room is painted black including the windows. The floor is bare concrete; there are four different pad eyes that are bolted through the frame in the roof. So you can hang anything from them without fear of coming down. I have a full size bondage bed. The headboard is bolted into the wall, into studs and there is about a two-foot length of chain attached to each corner of the bed. There is a VCR and a Bose sound system. I mean you have to have some good Enigma or Butt Boys play music!!.