Layers

It was early in the morning when she snapped the first restraints around my wrists, simple leather cuffs with a single D-ring.  She threaded rope through the rings and around each wrist, binding them together behind my back, and then up my arms to my shoulders, binding them together in a crisscrossed lattice of nylon.  She tied off the rope across my chest, keeping my arms close to my body.

For my legs she used similar cuffs at my ankles, but only threaded them together with the rope, leaving my legs able to squirm and move, though my ankles would not separate.  But that would not last for long as she tied a rope around my knees,both above and below the kneecaps, ensuring that the most I could do was worm about on my chest, if I was lucky.

With some care she made sure that my still belted penis was not tucked between my legs, and wrapped a lighter cord around its base and then around my waist, putting slight amounts of pressure on my genitals.

The first layer done she produced a number of leather coverings somewhat resembling ponchos with corset-like lacing in the back. The first she slipped over my head and it covered me down to the middle of my abdomen. She tightened the laces and my chest began to feel like a foot inside a tightly laced sneaker.  It became a little hard to breathe, but not impossible by any stretch of the imagination.

The second leather covering she slid up my legs from my feet and it covered up to the bottom of my pelvic mound, and she similarly tied and tightened this in place.  Covering the flesh between the two was a third leather covering, similar to the first two except with a metal lined ring in the front that allowed my genitals to escape the bondage the rest of my body was subjected to.  This third covering was, once again, laced and tightened and finished the process that left my body concealed by leather from the neck down.

She then began applying a half dozen leather belts to keep the coverings in place better.  One across my chest holding my arms to my body, and one across my abdomen doing the same.  Two for my legs keeping them from squirming, and the final two along the seams of the coverings locking them in place.

With no small amount of trouble and effort she propped me up into a position not entirely unlike sitting upright and attacked a chain to a D-ring on each of my shoulders that lead to a swivel mount on the roof.  Using an electric winch she pulled me upright and then a little further so my down-pointing feet were about an inch off the floor.

Though not done with her bondage work, she paused for a moment to apply some measure of torture to my thus far neglected genitals.  She graciously removed the chastity device that had held prisoner my own flesh for so long and stroked my penis roughly with her gloved hand to a point of semi-rigidity.  She then attached a pin-lined parachute harness to my scrotum, and then in turn a number of weights to the harness.  They were not immediately painful as she gingerly applied the weights and did not let them fall,  but they were exerting more than a little pressure on my testicles and would undoubtedly become maddening given time.

The final layer was for my head.  First a blindfold to take my vision, then a gag to take my voice.  And finally a thick leather hood that snapped into place with buttons and straps onto the rest of my bound body, leaving my only links to the outside world my exposed and weighted genitals and a pair of air holes for my nostrils.

And though I could not see it I knew she turned to leave.  Just before flicking out the lights that would do me no good she said the only words that I would hear that day "See you tomorrow slave."  And the only contact I had with her from then until the end of my ordeal was the sound of the door closing and latching followed by the click of her heals retreating down the hall, leaving me to the layers of bondage and encroaching agony she had devised.