by Roger
 

I had long had urges about bondage when I was a teen.  When I moved out on my own, I started to buy some equipment and kept it all in a box secured by a combination padlock.  But there is still a limit to what one can do in a small apartment, especially one with neighbors who might hear things.  When my parents decided to take a mid-summer trip and asked me to house-sit, I knew my opportunity had come.
They had a very secluded back yard and I decided to take advantage of it.
As luck would have it, one of the local pet stores was going out of business and I bought a half-dozen of the spiral stakes which ones uses to tie a dog’s leash to.  I brought all my equipment over and waited until dark on a nice hot night.
I laid down on the ground and checked where my legs and wrists would go when spread-eagled, and screwed a stake into the ground at those four points.
Then I took off all my clothes except a jock strap;  I had thought about being nude but decided I wanted a little support for my privates.  I sprayed the area with mosquito spray, and some body spray for myself.  I also lit some bug candles and placed them around, using boxes to shield the light from my spot as well as from the otherside - - not that anyone could see them.
Now it was time.  I put the hasp cuffs on my ankles and wrists and the collar on my neck.  The first change of plans came when I realized I could not reach out and lock the ankles if spread out, so I moved the stakes to the right position to secure my knees and my ankles together, with belts running thru the top of the stakes.
I locked the collar to the stake below it.  Then I put the ball gag in my mouth and buckled that.  Finally, I padlocked my left wrist to the stake and after making sure the keys were my head, I locked my right wrist with the combination lock.  It was too dark to see the combination so I knew I would be there until daylight, when I could open the lock and reach the rest of the keys.
I had dunk a lot of liquid before doing this so I wondered how long I could wait until I had to piss.  So with a six-hour wait, I pulled on the stakes and when there was no give, decided to try to sleep.
"Well, look what we have here!  My cousin said I should keep on eye on you."
Who was this?  Who was her cousin?  I had misivings about the gag, and now I knew I had made a mistake with it.  Before I knew it, I had been blindfolded.  I was totally at her mercy.
"You didn’t do a very good job here.  Let me improve on it a little."
I had left all the stuff I had not used in the box.  I felt the belts on my ankles and knees being released and a minute later, being spread apart and secured.  Then some kind of brushing against my croch.  After that, hands were reaching around my jockstrap and I could feel a pice of rope being tied around my crotch!  And when I tried to move, I could not.  She had put a stake down there and secured me to it!
"I think what you need is an enema."  I muffled a protest.  "But how long it works and how much goes in depends on you.  First I’ll get the hose."
Shit, I was really helpless.  When she put some kind of blob of lubricant in my ass and slowly put a piece of broken hose into my asshole, I couldn’t move to resist at all.
"Here’s the story.  You’re going to eat me out while the water goes in.  The sooner you bring me to an orgasm, the sooner the water goes off.
Understand?  And don’t try to call out when I remove your gag; your mouth and tongue are going to be free for one reason only."
The water went on, slowly.  It was COLD!  She removed my gag, lifted my head, and positioned it in her crotch.  No way I could move with the collar holding me to the ground and her knees keeping my head in position.  I went to work on her pussy and soon she let out a moan which I knew meant I had done my job.  The washed off my mouth, replaced the gag, and took out the hose.  At that point, I let out with a stream from my asshole and the water broke down my resistance to holding my urine.
"Oh, one more thing.  I see there’s an extra padlock here.  I’ll just substitute it for the combination lock, and then I’ll hide the keys."
Oh, shit!
"I have a few things to do and places to go.  Don’t go away!"
And there I was, wet, spread-eagled with no keys, blindfolded, gagged, and in every way in a fix.  And I was horny from eating her out, but there was to be no release for me until I got a hand free....

What was there do do while I waited, completely helpless and also blindfolded and gagged?  For one, I was still horny and I tried to jerk off by tugging on the rope which held my crotch to the stake.  It was hard work but didn’t seem to get me anywhere; the wetness from the urine worked against me by keeping my cock relaxed.  I finally gave up.
I also reflected on one of two possibilities - - assuming I got out of this one alive and with my freedom.  Either this would cure me completely of my bondage urge or it would drive me over the edge into craving it more and more.
"I see you are still here."
Of course I was; why did she have to tease me like that.
"I’ve gathered up some of MY toys.  Ive also brought a friend along to help me.  Yes, in case you are wondering, we are both experienced at this sort of thing, but we have never been given such a wonderful opportunity before!"
I grunted and pulled on my restraints but to no avail.
The other women spoke up.  "This IS a nice job.  I especially like the way you did his crotch!"
"He gave a wonderful tongue job on my clit.  Would you like to sample it?"
"No, ever since my divorce all I’ve wanted to do to a man is use a strap-on on him.  I brought it along but with all the mess on the ground, I think I’ll hold that until later."
The original one informed me that she was going to remove my collar and my blindfold, but that I was to keep my head down.  She did so, but almost immediately pulled a leather hood over my head.  And over my gag.  There were no eyeholes.  I could feel the zipper being closed in back, then a collar going around my neck, and finally the click of a padlock in back.
"OK, that’s done.  Next we are going to release your hands.  Don’t even think of trying anything. If need be, we can yank on your arms and give you a lot of pain in the crotch."
My arms were undone, pulled behind my back, and relocked.  Then the rest of my restraints were removed and I was helped to my feet.
"He is a mess from that mud.  First we have to remove that jock strap; it’s gross.  And then we’ll wash him with the hose."
Man, that water was COLD.  I was washed all over and then dried off with a towel.  After that, I felt the crotch rope being tied again, but this time the loose end went between my legs, up my ass crack, and then tied to the wrist cuffs in back.  Any tugging by my wrists would cause then to yank on my no-longer privates.
The ankles cuffs were put back on and a short length of chain was locked between them.  nd the final act was snapping a pair of leashes onto my collar, one on each side.
"I think we are ready to go to the next step.  Do you have any comments before we do?"  (Yeah, sure.  What could I say?)  "I don’t think you are in any position to resist, are you?"
We walked out to the driveway (I assume) and I was pushed into the trunk of a car (I also assume) where the leashes were wrapped around something.  The lid closed and we drove off to somewhere.
 

We drove around for quite a while, making frequent turns.  Being in the trunk, I had no idea how long we had been going or any sense of direction.
For all I know, we could be back at my parents’ house.
Finally we came to a stop, the trunk was opened, and I was helped out.  I felt some pressure from the two leashes and I was led into a building (I could hear the door open and close.)  Then down some steps.
"You’ve had a long night and now we will let you sleep."
I was gently pushed onto a bed, then reclined back on my back.  I could feel my ankles being released and then spread out and locked, probably to the bed.  Then my hands were released and locked to the bed frame at the side.
Finally the leashes were wrapped around the frame at the top.
"We’re going to remove your helmet and gag.  Don’t try to yell or we will put the gag back in.  It won’t do any good, anyway."
The sudden light, low as it was, hurt my eyes.  I tried to look around and I saw a very plain basement room and two women, both in black catsuits and wearing leather masks with ponytails coming out the top.
I flexed my mouth and asked, "Who is your cousin?" And when I got no answer, "What are you going to do with me?"
They explained that I was going to spend the afternoon, after my nap, cleaning up and then being the maid for their party that evening.  And with that, they turned off the light, locked the door, and left.  I checkd my restraints but they were secure.  So I relaxed and slept.
I don’t know how many hours later it was but the light woke me up.  One of them had a shaving cream bomb in one hand and a razor in the other.  After a warning that struggle and protest would do no good - - and that the gag was handy for being replaced - - they proceeded to shave my entire crotch area!
The other brought over a metal device with a ring, what looked like a small handcuff, and a cannister.
"I know you want to beat off or let us do it, ou poor horny thing.  But we’ll have none of that.  We could milk you, but it’s easier this way."
Yeah, easier for THEM, but I dared not say that.
The ring went over my cock; the cuff went behind my balls and I could feel it tightening click by click.  The cannister as under my balls.
"Have you heard about the fenceless dog training?  We have a smaller example of it.  Each of us has a remote control and we will not hesitate to use it.
There is also a wire around the house so if you try to get out the door, you will get zapped.  Here’s a sample."
With that, she touched a button and I felt a sharp pain in my balls.  And, I was told, that was LOW setting.  Now I could be freed from most of my restraints, at least those which might get in the way.  My ankles remained hobbled to each other but my wrists were free.  The collar stayed on.  And I was still naked.  And when I was taken to a full-length mirror, I was depressed to see how small my privates were.  The pubic patch had at least sheltered them a bit, but now I was bare.
I cleaned the party room (adjacent to the room I had been sleeping in) all afternoon.  Then, before the party, I was given my clothes - - a pair of fishnet tights and a short maid’s outfit.  No underwear!  The guests were all females and they were all masked.  I strained to hear any names dropped but hey obviously took great care in anonymity.  Each guest upon arrival lifted up my skirt and commented what a cute little penis I had.  They touched it but there could be no erection or satisfaction due to the ring.
After the guests left, the "other" woman said, "Now it is time for my reward.  Lean over the back of the couch."
I dared not comment or resist.  She pulled down my fishnet tights, pulled up the skirt, and use the strap-on on me.  Again, no arousal for me.  It was driving me nuts!
They told me they would need me the following weekend and would e-mail me how and when.  The helmet was put on and I was put back into the car, this time in the back seat - - I still wore the electronic control - - and we drove around and around.  Finally, I was taken to a place with some grass and laid down, then stretched out on my stomach.  My arms and legs were secured as they had been before all this started.  My helmet was removed and I could see the combination lock was back where it belonged.  And when it got light, I would be free.
Wait a minute!  What about this thing on my crotch?
"It will stay there as a reminder to you that we will need you next weekend.
  We know where you work so we can stand anywhere within 300 years and zap you!  Imagine how you would explain that to anyone around!"
I was in their control.  And still horny as hell.
Maybe at the end of next weekend they would release me?

To be continued