The borrowed house
Posted: 20 Apr 2021, 18:41
Helping people out has it’s advantages, a few years before I’d put all the wiring into a friend’s house he was building, so when I got the call “hey, we’re going away to our condo for the week, if you want to stay over help yourself to the pantry, and don’t drink all my whisky”
Obviously I had to make the most of the place…
Even pulling into the yard that evening I was feeling a bit of nervous excitement, I retrieved a couple of bags and locked up my truck, found the keys where my lovely hosts had left them. First thing was to double lock all the doors and pull down the blinds, then checking my phone, a few messages that they had had a good flight and were safely getting drunk by their pool, nicely confident no one was going to bother me I stripped off my clothes and dumped them in a empty bag, applying a quick and dirty gag, a piece of rubber hose with a large zip tie through it. Pulling my head down to work it nicely snug. Absolutely no way of removing this without a cutter. Then I got to work. An electrical device clamped to the door frame in the downstairs hallway. Around this time my jaw was aching from the fairly strict gag, drool tumbling down my chin. Leaving an extra key and wire cutters on the kitchen table I headed upstairs. A bag of things in the upstairs bathroom. In the attic bedroom another bag, two lockboxes, one is kinda neat, a maglock inside holds the lid down on a timer, set for midnight. Some keys were inside. The other is simple, just a loop on the lid and two padlocks through it, some other keys were in here. One key was on the electrical device downstairs, the other I dropped on the floor in the kitchen. Both lockboxes got secured to the heavy bed with a short chain.
In the bathroom, I turned the shower on nice and hot, retrieving a few things from my bag and putting them ready in the shower. Some strong menthol shower gel was first. I soaped up everywhere except my genitals, enjoying the interesting view as the drool cascading from my gagged mouth made tracks through the foam. Then before I got too turned on it was time for some more interesting play, taking a good squirt of the menthol gel and a nail brush, I took a deep breath and quickly worked it into my cock and balls. The stiff bristles of the brush making me wince as I worked the gel quickly around the head. Next, before the sensation had really kicked in, I locked the cage around. This cage is snug on a good day and I’d timed it just right, getting hard from the attention just as the icy burn from the menthol was starting, I rinsed the loose soap off and turned off the shower. The swelling feeling and the icy burn had me shaking a little and gasping, with no way to get any relief.
In between gasps, I towelled off, and got the rest of my bag contents out. First thing to find was my instructions, these I’d simply written all the possible orders of applying the next items on separate sheets, then picked one up at random. Same result in the end, just a little less control, and it could make quite a difference to the level of challenge. The paper was folded to make it easy to show only the next item, first “stockings”, nice and easy, self explanatory, black, wet look hold ups. “Corset”. There goes the easy order of doing things, I’d recently upgraded from a cheap corset to a real leather item with lots of steel boning and boy do you feel it. I looped the laces around the door handle and leant on them, reaching up to pull each one until it was tight. Resisting the urge to run downstairs and cut the infernal gag off I unfolded the next item on the paper; “heels”. Killer. Maybe 4.5” with hardly any platform at all, lacing up around my ankle. These were a real challenge to put on with the corset already tight, it limited my movement so much. I tested standing in them enjoying the restriction and the wobble. The flexing and moving had made my body relax into the corset, I thought this needed addressing so I pulled some more tension into the laces. Next on the list “waist chain”, I pull this one snug, so it’s just adding a tiny bit more to the corset, then lock it in place; “hobbles,” another length of chain, and two locks, around each ankle leaving a loose section between. Enough to allow walking, but not even the full step I could take in the heels. Last on the list, “heel locks,” a Y-shaped chain, the top of the Y goes around the ankle and the lower bit loops under the instep making the heels near impossible to remove. Bending down to lock these in place was near impossible with my ankles held close together, several wraps of electrical tape around the instep of each foot, the heels certainly were not coming off easily. Last, a leather cuff around each wrist, these are one of the simplest things I’ve ever crafted but they are so effective. Just a length of 1/8” leather, each end folded over and an eyelet stitched into place. These I locked together behind my back with the last lock.
Standing to look at myself in the big mirror in the hallway I pondered my situation. The keys for the wrist cuffs on the kitchen table along with the cutters to release the gag, restricted, hobbled, chained. Every key for every item so far was in the timer box and stuck until midnight. The hall clock said 6pm. This felt like a major scene already and I was hardly started! The feelings of excitement overcome all and the remaining menthol reminds me of it’s presence inside the cage.
I set off down the stairs, slow, ponderous, shuffling steps, feet already feeling sore, my balance already a little difficult I look at the electrical release device as I pass by it feeling scared about what is to come. Reaching the kitchen, I release the cuffs and finally remove the infernal bit gag, flexing my jaw and finding a towel to clean the drool off.
Heading back up to the attic room I bundle the bedclothes into the corner and arrange the contents of my second bag on the bed. First some belts, locking buckles and steel rings. These went around my ankles first, then calves, then thighs. The metal rings sitting in between my legs acting as cinches pulling each belt into a figure 8 shape. I make sure they’re tight enough to restrict my legs bending, sitting on the bed is ok, a high kneel too, but I can’t sit back. More struggling to bend down far enough to padlock the buckle on the ankle belt. Next more belts, a belt twisted into an 8 goes over each shoulder, at it’s midpoint between my shoulders there is another made into a loop, this will be for my upper arms later. Next the Hook. I take my time with this, lubing it with my tongue, taking a high kneel at the bed side I slowly slide it up my ass. The loop at the end barely reaches the waist chain, I put my faced on the floor, ass in the air and arch, pulling it snug into place to allow locking it to the waist chain. I realise I’ve hardly been breathing for the whole time so with the “click” of the lock I relax and take a deep breath. The deep breath brings an intense sensation to my ass and I suddenly realise that with it locked in place I need to stay arched or the solid stainless steel pulls hard up into my ass! The sensation is overwhelming and my cock throbs against the cage. It’s frustrating. I have a sudden realisation of how stuck I am already. The keys just a foot away are totally inaccessible. But it feels like I’ve come too far to not finish now.
Obviously I had to make the most of the place…
Even pulling into the yard that evening I was feeling a bit of nervous excitement, I retrieved a couple of bags and locked up my truck, found the keys where my lovely hosts had left them. First thing was to double lock all the doors and pull down the blinds, then checking my phone, a few messages that they had had a good flight and were safely getting drunk by their pool, nicely confident no one was going to bother me I stripped off my clothes and dumped them in a empty bag, applying a quick and dirty gag, a piece of rubber hose with a large zip tie through it. Pulling my head down to work it nicely snug. Absolutely no way of removing this without a cutter. Then I got to work. An electrical device clamped to the door frame in the downstairs hallway. Around this time my jaw was aching from the fairly strict gag, drool tumbling down my chin. Leaving an extra key and wire cutters on the kitchen table I headed upstairs. A bag of things in the upstairs bathroom. In the attic bedroom another bag, two lockboxes, one is kinda neat, a maglock inside holds the lid down on a timer, set for midnight. Some keys were inside. The other is simple, just a loop on the lid and two padlocks through it, some other keys were in here. One key was on the electrical device downstairs, the other I dropped on the floor in the kitchen. Both lockboxes got secured to the heavy bed with a short chain.
In the bathroom, I turned the shower on nice and hot, retrieving a few things from my bag and putting them ready in the shower. Some strong menthol shower gel was first. I soaped up everywhere except my genitals, enjoying the interesting view as the drool cascading from my gagged mouth made tracks through the foam. Then before I got too turned on it was time for some more interesting play, taking a good squirt of the menthol gel and a nail brush, I took a deep breath and quickly worked it into my cock and balls. The stiff bristles of the brush making me wince as I worked the gel quickly around the head. Next, before the sensation had really kicked in, I locked the cage around. This cage is snug on a good day and I’d timed it just right, getting hard from the attention just as the icy burn from the menthol was starting, I rinsed the loose soap off and turned off the shower. The swelling feeling and the icy burn had me shaking a little and gasping, with no way to get any relief.
In between gasps, I towelled off, and got the rest of my bag contents out. First thing to find was my instructions, these I’d simply written all the possible orders of applying the next items on separate sheets, then picked one up at random. Same result in the end, just a little less control, and it could make quite a difference to the level of challenge. The paper was folded to make it easy to show only the next item, first “stockings”, nice and easy, self explanatory, black, wet look hold ups. “Corset”. There goes the easy order of doing things, I’d recently upgraded from a cheap corset to a real leather item with lots of steel boning and boy do you feel it. I looped the laces around the door handle and leant on them, reaching up to pull each one until it was tight. Resisting the urge to run downstairs and cut the infernal gag off I unfolded the next item on the paper; “heels”. Killer. Maybe 4.5” with hardly any platform at all, lacing up around my ankle. These were a real challenge to put on with the corset already tight, it limited my movement so much. I tested standing in them enjoying the restriction and the wobble. The flexing and moving had made my body relax into the corset, I thought this needed addressing so I pulled some more tension into the laces. Next on the list “waist chain”, I pull this one snug, so it’s just adding a tiny bit more to the corset, then lock it in place; “hobbles,” another length of chain, and two locks, around each ankle leaving a loose section between. Enough to allow walking, but not even the full step I could take in the heels. Last on the list, “heel locks,” a Y-shaped chain, the top of the Y goes around the ankle and the lower bit loops under the instep making the heels near impossible to remove. Bending down to lock these in place was near impossible with my ankles held close together, several wraps of electrical tape around the instep of each foot, the heels certainly were not coming off easily. Last, a leather cuff around each wrist, these are one of the simplest things I’ve ever crafted but they are so effective. Just a length of 1/8” leather, each end folded over and an eyelet stitched into place. These I locked together behind my back with the last lock.
Standing to look at myself in the big mirror in the hallway I pondered my situation. The keys for the wrist cuffs on the kitchen table along with the cutters to release the gag, restricted, hobbled, chained. Every key for every item so far was in the timer box and stuck until midnight. The hall clock said 6pm. This felt like a major scene already and I was hardly started! The feelings of excitement overcome all and the remaining menthol reminds me of it’s presence inside the cage.
I set off down the stairs, slow, ponderous, shuffling steps, feet already feeling sore, my balance already a little difficult I look at the electrical release device as I pass by it feeling scared about what is to come. Reaching the kitchen, I release the cuffs and finally remove the infernal bit gag, flexing my jaw and finding a towel to clean the drool off.
Heading back up to the attic room I bundle the bedclothes into the corner and arrange the contents of my second bag on the bed. First some belts, locking buckles and steel rings. These went around my ankles first, then calves, then thighs. The metal rings sitting in between my legs acting as cinches pulling each belt into a figure 8 shape. I make sure they’re tight enough to restrict my legs bending, sitting on the bed is ok, a high kneel too, but I can’t sit back. More struggling to bend down far enough to padlock the buckle on the ankle belt. Next more belts, a belt twisted into an 8 goes over each shoulder, at it’s midpoint between my shoulders there is another made into a loop, this will be for my upper arms later. Next the Hook. I take my time with this, lubing it with my tongue, taking a high kneel at the bed side I slowly slide it up my ass. The loop at the end barely reaches the waist chain, I put my faced on the floor, ass in the air and arch, pulling it snug into place to allow locking it to the waist chain. I realise I’ve hardly been breathing for the whole time so with the “click” of the lock I relax and take a deep breath. The deep breath brings an intense sensation to my ass and I suddenly realise that with it locked in place I need to stay arched or the solid stainless steel pulls hard up into my ass! The sensation is overwhelming and my cock throbs against the cage. It’s frustrating. I have a sudden realisation of how stuck I am already. The keys just a foot away are totally inaccessible. But it feels like I’ve come too far to not finish now.