[the following is an unedited and unrevised first draft of an unfinished story about, well nothing but there probably would have been gay sex and extreme body modification.]
"There's no reason you can't enjoy this, slave,” She said as a matter of fact while locking the ankle cuffs in place. “It's not like you've never had anything up your ass before, and besides this was your idea.”
Were I in a position to protest I would have, this current situation was anything but my idea. Gagged as I was though, an unintelligible grunt was all I could muster – not that anything else would have done any good.
She continued while making final adjustments to the restraints, she didn't want me to move during my release, “You were the one who wanted to get released from their cage, I would have been happy to leave you in it forever,” she chuckled, “but you got the best of me and here we are!”
With that she took the opportunity to playfully swat my exposed and stretched ballsack. She didn't hit me terribly hard, compared to some punishments I've endured, but enough to make me bite down on the gag all the same. Presumably pleased with the reaction her little bit of fun garnered she put the final touch on my ensemble for then evening.
The thick leather blindfold was designed to fit snugly onto the hood that already enveloped most of my head. The eye pads snapped into place onto button snaps on the cheeks and forehead of the hood. The wide head-strap wrapped around my head, covering my ears and deadening my hearing in the process before tightening snugly and latching into place.
If I were able to see I would have probably seen her, my Owner, looking satisfied with her work, probably with her arms crossed as she was wont to do. For my part, were I still able to see, Were my eyes uncovered I would be granted a wonderful view of the pillow that my face was forced into, raising my ass in the air in the process,
All told I would have been a sight, ass raised high in the air and the spreader bar at my knees kept my legs spread wide, offering a perfect view of my exposed genitals-uncaged for the first time in over a year. The ankle cuffs were tied taught with strong rock-climbing ropes both to each other and to D-rings on the side of the bed, perfect to ensure that I wouldn't squirm excessively.
My arms were bound behind my back with intricate rope work ensuring I could not separate them. And my ever-present wrist cuffs were attached to the spreader bar at my knees with the same rope as held the ankle cuffs. All told my extremities were all bound and immobile, save, rather ironically, the one bodily member that was normally caged.
My head was encased in a claustrophobic leather hood, further enforced with the blindfold. The gag was long and phallic reaching to the back of my throat and locking my lips in a terrified-or surprised I guess, looking ring ring. Of course the leather flap over the gag combined with the hood and blindfold meant that not a single iota of flesh was visible from my steel collar up.
There was another voice in the room then, deeper than the one that owned me, masculine. The two must have been on the other side of the room because all I heard were muddled phrasing sounds, no actual words made it through the two layers of leather covering my ears. The two voices faded after a few minutes and then I heard the unmistakable sound of a door closing.
So there I was, bound tightly and increasingly uncomfortable alone and uncaged, but unable to do anything about it. As time went on my limbs began to fatigue and ache, and at the same time mind wandered further and further.
When isolated time is a morphing thing, not easily tracked or kept. When your only physical input is the cold air on your exposed flesh and the saltiness of your sweat in a hot hood time becomes even more ephemeral, like the wisps of spilled gasoline in a puddle memories and thought flow and waft . As my muscles began to cramp the past came to me, seemingly to remind me of what I did to end up in this situation.
[/past]
I was brought out of my reverie by another impact on my testicles, harder than the last. It had me awake in an instant and choking on the gag that I had become accustomed to in the same. A voice I found familiar, and comforting despite the pain I could easily attribute to it,
She must have been close, my Owner, because I could hear her clearly, though her voice sounded like it was coming on the far side of a door through my leather prison. “Wake up sleepy head, you dosed off while I was out,” the pain and aches in my extremities rang her words true.
“I'm sorry that you had to wait so long slave, but there's been a bit of change of plans. I generally wouldn't ruin such a perfect evening, but a friend of mine has made man offer I would have trouble refusing on the best of days.” She ran her hand across my back, a welcome touch of her flesh on mine, and a comforting one distracting me momentarily from the ebbing pain of cramps. “I promised not to ruin the surprise, so I can't say much more, but no matter what I want you to know that you've earned this release.” She paused to compose her thoughts, as my mind raced, wondering what was going to happen, she continued talking along with a playful slap of my ass, “Relax, have fun, enjoy it. But remember, no cumming.” With a parting laugh punctuated by a closing door the room went silent.
Hands grasped my waist, putting tension on the rope holding my wrists in place. They were rough hands, and large, obviously those of a man. He was completely silent as he touched me. I tried to struggle, but all I could do was feebly shake my ass, to which he replied with a series of gentle swats
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