Spending the weekend with a friend, he’d be hosting a party Saturday. He promised me some time int hat box during the party.
Friday evening though he mentioned we should make sure it’s going to be alright, so i should have a test-sitting in the chair.
Fully immobilized strapped tightly inside, the fuck machine under the seat placed appropriately, tens connections on the tiny chastity cage and my balls, the large silicone gag and blindfold were buckled on before he closed and locked every parton top and front of the box.
He gave it a test run then, fuck machine turned on, slow but deep strokes by the almost 2 inch wide and 8 inch long dildo, tingling on dick and balls stimulating, though the chaisty not allowing any painless growth… i started moaning and grunting, part pleasure and part discomfort in a mix.
He watched for probably ten minutes, i struggled, tested the strict and unforgiving straps inside holding me, attempting to get any influence to the torment in butt and on dick and balls, futile attempts of course.
Then he said: ‘Before i place the matching head box on top of iot, i’ll be adding some headphones with nice white noise, i think it would be a shame to get you out of it now that you’re settled so nicely in that box, i think it’s going to be early enough to let you out again after the party, so some time Sunday after brunch maybe, until then, just enjoy…’
my grunts in protest weren’t much different from the grunts of pleasure and torment before, so unlikely he realized my protesting to it so the headphones went on and i felt that head box, it was in place as well, but in my total isolation now it made no difference, just for the bystander it would hide a person suffering inside, nothign visible from that anymore.
i tried protesting harder, but for one, he did not at all react, if he een was close enough to hear, but also the tens and the fuck machine changed randomly their intensity, a lot of times i was too busy coping with what they delivered also.
I’d just have to suffer through it now… Sunday … a long time, i’d be sore like hell then, not that i can do anything about it in the meantime.
One thing though he did not tell me. The white noise would be interrupted regular with extreme hard music and noises ensuring i am not sleeping, also throughout the entire time subliminal programming was embedded into the white noise… by Sunday, the sleep deprivation and ongpioing programming had it’s impact to some extent already.
Once he released me, i was not only not angry at him for tricking me, but i immediately begged, literally begged as good as gets for being placed back into it next weekend again… He just smiled and agreed, thinking: ‘If only he knew… he’ll keep begging for every weekend now, and in a few months… he won’t even remember what or why when i turned him into what i planned….’
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