Chapter 10: Cuffs
Our car pulls into the car park of a modern industrial building. Mistress is driving but I am still in no restraints. Instead, I’m dressed in normal vanilla clothes. Mistress picks up a cardboard box which is on the rear seat and we make our way inside.
She presses the button of an intercom system, and a voice crackles to life. “Who is it?”
“It’s Mistress Tracy. I have an appointment with Dave at 10 AM.”
Dave appears and greets us warmly, we know him well from various BDSM events. He’s a highly skilled metal worker and has set up this engineering business specialising in manufacturing bespoke metal BDSM equipment.
A few minutes later, we’re inside the workshop. “So, before we do the measurements I’ve set up a little demonstration for you as it’s important you both fully understand what I will be making.” He points at a thick strip of metal that’s clamped in a vice. “This is an incredible metal that was developed a few years ago. Bottom line is it’s virtually impossible to cut. We use extreme heat to form and cut it when we’re making something, but heat isn’t an option when what we’ve made is wrapped around human flesh. No matter how we try to protect the skin, it would cause horrific burns. Your skin would literally be melted away.”
My heart leaps as I look at the metal strip, knowing that whatever this demonstration shows, this stuff is going to be welded onto me in a weeks time. Dave continues.
“So the only feasible option of removing the restraints will be to cut what is a pretty much uncuttable material.” He takes an industrial metal file from a drawer and runs this several times over the strip. The file screeches but when he lifts it up, the strip isn’t even marked. He then picks up a large angle grinder. “This is fitted with a special cutting disc, it’s basically the only thing that will cut it.” The angle grinder roars to life and sparks fly everywhere as the wheel contacts the strip. He works on it for around five minutes and it appears he’s getting nowhere. When he eventually puts it down, I look with horror at the strip. There’s a thin line on it, but it’s barely more than a scratch.
“I’ve actually worked out in more detail how long it will take me to remove four cuffs and a collar, around 120 hours of solid work on them and we’ll use about 200 of these discs, they wear a lot faster than the metal. The discs cost around £30 each. It will be just about possible to get the restraints off, but it’s going to be a huge job and the grinding still causes heat. No matter how carefully we do it, Craig will be burned and some of these will scar and cause permanent marks. To remove them will end up costing well over £10,000 and that’s before hospital bills to treat his burns.” he concludes.
Mistress is looking quite shocked by this revelation.
“So that’s the demo, as you can see it’s not something to be undertaken lightly, but I’m happy to do it in the knowledge that you understand the implications. You’ll also both need to sign a contract stating this. I’m going to get you a coffee in the conference room and let you talk about it for half an hour.”
It surprises me that when we’re alone in the room, Mistress seems to be having some doubts. “Those things really are going to be permanent, maybe we should just go for normal steel manacles. What are your thoughts?”
I look at her, and I have to say I’m slightly disappointed. “No Mistress, these restraints are pretty much exactly what I was thinking of. I need to know they’re permanent, that’s a big part of it for me.”
She sighs, running a hand through her hair. “I rather thought you’d say that, and of course I agree. Let’s get this contract signed and get you measured up!”
I’m once again helplessly restrained, but this time on our bed. Mistress had proclaimed that I wouldn’t be bound during my final week of freedom, but when we got back from Dave’s I begged her to tie me up as I really needed it. So here I am, bound tightly with hemp rope and pulled into a strict hogtie. My mouth is stuffed with a huge ball gag making my jaw ache. I feel at home.
My measurements had taken ages. I’d been ordered to strip naked, then Dave had taken well over an hour to carefully measure virtually every part of my body. When I’d asked why this was necessary Mistress had evasively answered ‘Oh… just in case.’ Of course I know the reason though, she is without doubt planning additional restraints that can be added to the ones Dave is making right now.
I'm excited and nervous about what she might have in mind, but I'm also incredibly turned on. More restraints made from this miracle metal will add further to the knowledge that these are permanent. The more restraints there are the less likely it is that I will ever be free of them, and I welcome this.
My mind drifts to a fantasy of being fitted with calf, thigh and elbow cuffs, matching my wrist and ankle ones. In my imagination there’s a wide corset type metal belt welded around my waist too with sturdy attachment points all around it. The possibilities are virtually endless and I can feel my cock stirring at the thought.
There were three other aspects of my measurement ordeal too. The cardboard box contained my metal hood which Dave explained needed to be modified to lock onto my new collar. He then made me bite onto a large ball of what seemed like soft putty which went hard within a few minutes. When I was told to spit it out, it had formed into the exact shape of the inside of my mouth and I was informed this was the mould for my new rubber gag pad. Lastly, he spent a long time measuring my cock and balls, both in its flaccid state and fully erect. This was of course for my new purpose-built cock cage.
My Mistress has certainly taken on board everything I’d suggested in my task and as I lie there bound helplessly all I can think about is having my new restraints fitted and welded in place. I can’t wait.
My final week of freedom flies by. I’ve been talking on the phone and visiting all of my closest vanilla friends as I need to explain what will be my sudden disappearance. I tell them that Tracy and I are having problems and are going for a trial separation period. I’m going to use that opportunity to do an extended world tour, so won’t be in touch.
But all too soon the day of my fitting arrives and we’re back in the car heading to Dave‘s workshop. Mistress is silent on the drive, her eyes fixed on the road, I can sense her tension and it makes my stomach churn with nerves. This is it. The moment of truth.
In the workshop, Dave greets us warmly, but I can tell he's also anxious as he shows us what he has made. The new cuffs and collar are laid out on a table, they look heavy and incredibly solid. Next to them is the modified hood, the new rubber gag pad to go with this and an intricately made shiny metal cock cage which again looks way more solid than any other I have seen before. Then there’s the chains, and there’s lots of these in various lengths from one link up to around 3 feet, which appears is the maximum amount of freedom I will be allowed.
Mistress picks up the collar, running her fingers along the edge. "He's done a beautiful job, hasn't he, Craig?" she murmurs, more to herself than to me. I nod, my mouth too dry to speak. The physical sight of all my restraints laid out in front of me brings it home firmly; I’m about to give up my freedom for the rest of my life.
She continues. “Right, I know we didn’t agree this but I’m going to give you one final chance to change your mind. The one year until your review will start the second the last restraint has been fitted and as we agreed I will be ignoring any plea for freedom during that period. So this is your last chance to avoid at least a year of permanent bondage. Are you absolutely certain you wish to go ahead?”
I can see Dave staring at me too, it seems he also wishes to hear my response and I don’t hesitate a second to give it.
“Yes Mistress, I can categorically confirm this is what I want and that I also want you to refuse any request for freedom.” I turn to Dave. “ Please weld me into my permanent restraints.”
She sighs, her grip on the collar tightening. “Very well, slave. Let’s get started.”
He starts with the first wrist cuff. A thin layer of heat resisting material is wrapped around my wrist and then the cuff is placed around it. “It’ll feel a little tight to start with but as soon as we pull out the heat shield material, it’ll be comfortable.” he assures me. Soon sparks are flying as the cuff is welded onto me, and I feel a huge thrill as my fantasy becomes a reality.
Dave expertly works his way around my body, fitting and welding each cuff and the collar into place. My excitement grows with each one and finally the heat shielding material is removed. The cool metal feels incredible against my skin and each restraint fits like a glove.
Mistress watches as I'm transformed into her permanently bound possession. Dave finishes his work, and she steps forward, running her hands over the new restraints, admiring them. She then picks up one of the shortest pieces of chain and orders me to put my hands behind my back as this is padlocked, joining my wrists behind me. She glances at her watch. “It’s now 1:46 pm, your permanent bondage starts right now.”
“Please will you uncuff me Mistress? I’ve had enough.” I say jokingly.
“Fuck off you weasel…. Dave, it’s clearly time to fit the gag pad!”
Half an hour later, I’m being led to the car and I can’t speak or see. The gag pad feels strange. I can feel its rubbery surface filling my mouth completely, pushing my tongue down firmly. The feeding and watering tubes going through it run much deeper into my throat than the last one. The same applies with my breathing tubes which are rammed right up my nostrils and into the top of my throat to ensure my breathing ways can’t block, as there’s now no way I can breathe through my mouth.
My head is encased in the modified metal hood which is locked to my new collar, severely restricting any movement. Padded metal eye pads are locked over the eye slits removing my sight. These work well, it’s pitch black and I can’t even see a hint of light anywhere. My hands remain cuffed behind me and a short hobble chain connects my ankle cuffs so I can only take tiny steps.
And then there’s the cock cage…. I can feel it squeezing me tightly, the metal cold against my flaccid cock. Again it fits like a glove and gives absolutely no room for my penis to expand, even the slightest bit. A catheter tube pokes out of it and leads down to a colostomy bag which is strapped to my thigh. As the cage was fitted, Dave explained to Mistress the six points where e-stim connections can be made to it, but that is currently not fitted. At least for the time being; Mistress seemed keen to test it as soon as we get home.
All of these are a constant reminder of my new status as a permanently bound object. I’m guided into the backseat of the car, the chains linking my ankles and wrists rattling as I’m buckled into place. I sense movement as the car starts the journey home, transporting me like a piece of freight to my new life.