Chapter 11: Fourteen months later
I’m attached to the solid chair in our bedroom and Mistress lies on the bed waiting to be serviced. There are three other people present, two men and a woman and all of them are in some degree of restraint too. One of the men walks up to me, his hands bound with rope behind his back and studies my numerous restraints.
“Mistress tells me that you’ve been in constant bondage for over a year now. How does that feel?” he says as if expecting a reply.
But I can't speak, I’m not currently fitted with the metal hood or gag pad but my mouth is stuffed with bundled up cloth and duct tape is wrapped around my head, preventing me from spitting this out. I try to shrug, but the new restraints are fixed too tightly to allow that. The man chuckles and runs a hand over my collar, feeling the solid metal.
”I can’t say I envy you, being ruthlessly tortured by your wife once a week is more than enough for me!”
Mistress speaks up from the bed, her voice stern. ”That's enough, slave. You're here to please me, not to chat to that worthless object!” She then gestures to the attractive woman who is naked and also has her hands bound behind her. “Come here and give this cunt the attention it deserves you cheap little slut.” she orders.
The woman quickly obliges, climbing onto the bed and positioning her head between the wide open legs that await her. Mistress looks down, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, as the woman starts to work on her clit. She then looks back at the man who’s just talked to me.
“You’d better get that pathetic worm of a cock hard and ready. When this slut is finished, I’m going to give you precisely five seconds to be fucking me hard and if you don’t manage that, believe me I’ll make you suffer!” The man attempts to get his hands to his limp cock to get himself hard, but of course can’t manage that with them bound behind him. He groans in frustration.
My pathetic worm of a cock is, for once, hard as a rock and sticking up from my lap. It’s one of the rare occasions that my cock cage is off, but it may as well still be on as even if Mistress ordered me to fuck her, there’s no way I could in the bondage that I am in. She finds a way to sexually tease me every time my cage is removed and I’m desperate to cum as I haven’t been allowed an orgasm in three months.
My hardened cock is leaking pre-cum, dripping onto my thighs. I'm trying to focus on anything but the sight of the woman pleasuring Mistress, I could cum right now but without permission the consequences will be horrendous.
Mistress laughs, a cold and cruel sound. “Look at you, slave. Drip, drip, drip. You’re like a leaky tap. Aren’t you a pathetic sight?”
As a distraction, I look over to the third man who is bound to a chair that’s next to mine. He’s visited many times in the past year or so and never takes part in sexual activity. He’s a voyeur and loves to watch a kinky BDSM scene whilst he’s helplessly bound. Us two are the audience for this particular show.
My role as the bound cuckold is now firmly established, Mistress has a penchant for having me present when she uses, or is fucked by others and this happens regularly. These include her clients and various friends who visit purely to have sex with her. Her friends with benefits that aren’t kinky don’t know that they’re being watched, so when they visit, the TV in the dungeon is used using hidden cameras that have now been installed throughout the house.
The woman between Mistress’s thighs is a newcomer, at least to me. She’s petite, with dark curly hair and full, pouty lips that are currently working their magic between Mistress’s legs. But this suddenly changes as Mistress roughly pushes her away and orders limp dick to fuck her.
He frantically tries to get hard, but it's clear from his panicked attempts to awaken his flaccid member that it's just not going to happen. He clearly hasn’t found the lesbian show that’s just finished nearly as hot as I did. There’s frustration and anger in Mistress's voice as she screams at him to get his pathetic cock inside her.
"You useless piece of shit!" she roars. "You've had your five seconds and you've failed miserably. Get off my bed now and wait for your punishment!"
The man quickly stumbles off the bed, and goes to the corner of the room facing the wall. Maybe sex isn’t his thing and it’s purely the punishment for failing that he’s here for. The bound woman has now been fitted with a large strap on and ordered to do the job that the pathetic pencil dick couldn’t.
An hour later and I’m back down in the dungeon which has pretty much become my home now. One of my early tasks in full time bondage had been to set up a narrow and uncomfortable bed in the corner which is where I normally sleep unless she chooses to leave me in a more uncomfortable way, which happens regularly. Mistress usually attaches me to the restraint points fitted to it at 10 pm prompt each night. Since my permanent restraint began, I’ve spent a total of eight nights upstairs in bed with Mistress but this hasn’t happened in at least six months now.
I’m attached to it now, the cock cage is back on and the catheter leads to a drain point that was installed by a kinky plumber in return for services rendered by Mistress. She’s very early putting me to bed tonight, but informed me that the woman from the session and her had unfinished business and she wouldn’t be available to secure me later. I’m not hooded or gagged tonight, which is unusual.
My mind drifts back to my one and only review meeting which happened on the anniversary of my restraints being fitted. This had indeed taken under a minute and when I answered ’Yes’ to the question of if I wanted my permanent bondage to continue for the rest of my life I remember vividly her answer.
“Thank fuck for that, we have an appointment with Dave tomorrow to fit your additional restraints!”
I lift my head and look down at my metal covered body. Of course I’d told her of my thoughts on additional restraints and predictably I am now adorned with precisely those. Ten uncuttable cuffs are locked onto my legs and arms meaning I can now be bound in virtually any position with just the click of a few padlocks. The metal corset belt I imagined is there too, also welded on. This has been cleverly designed and can incorporate a locked on male chastity belt, or my cock cage can be locked to it, forcing my captured cock and balls to be painfully stretched up towards my stomach.
And it’s not going to end there. She’s told me she has yet more restraints being made by Dave but refuses to tell me what these are. I’ll find out when they’re fitted. She’s also told me she has someone that does piercings and a tattoo artist visiting in a few weeks. I didn’t ask what this would involve as I knew she wouldn’t tell me. Again, I’ll find out when they’re done. She’s only told me about them purely to torture me with the anticipation of what will be done to me.
The last time we visited Dave to have restraints fitted, he told us that with the amount of uncuttable metal now on me he wouldn’t even attempt to try to remove them. Now there’s even more coming. I am indeed in them for the rest of my life and from what Mistress has told me lately, I know she has no intention of letting up on her quest to keep adding more ways to both restrain and humiliate me.
And the really weird thing is that’s precisely what I want.