For a long time, I have had a fantasy but never considered it more than that. One day on a website dedicated to bondage, I saw an ad by a pair of masters. Out of curiosity, I contacted them and found that they not only had a lot of experience but also an impressive collection of material. We had exchanged several emails when the big day arrived.
After hours of driving, I arrived at the designated place. A sandy path broke off from the quiet backroad and passed between a deteriorating home. The instructions were clear and concise. It was time to decide whether to turn back or continue with the plan.
Following the outlined instructions, I placed myself beside the car out of sight of passing cars. Then I took the blindfold and covered my eyes so that everything was completely dark. Then I kneeled and waited patiently.
I hadn't waited long when I heard footsteps coming towards me. Two hands held my head and began to stuff my head into a leather hood. When I felt something hard against my mouth, I openned it. A thick rubber ball was stuffed through an opening in the mask which was then secured firmly with a buckle about the back of the head.
Finally, they placed my hands behind my back and handcuffed me. The master took time to adjust them. They were secured quickly but the master continued manipulating them until I realized he was locking them further. The weight of these handcuffs and the ease of the process made me realize that these weren't the kind you find in sex shops but were were almost professional and there would be no possibility of freeing myself.
Strong arms helped me to my feet and guided me in a disturbing silence and led me around to the back of the car where they helped me into the trunk. I remained lying there while through the hood I heard the unmistakeable sounds of camera flashes. Seconds later the trunk door closed with a thud leaving me trapped there.
After a short time, I heard someone getting in the car. The car began to move and sections of the dirt road caused me to bounce about which was drawn out by travelling along twisting roads. However, for some reason, I was perfectly calm.
After a short trip, the car stopped and I was wrapped in a blanket to hide my condition. They removed me from the trunk and climbed some stairs into a house. There the masters undressed me immediately and then led me into a room full of leather wrist and ankle restraints which securely chained me to the bed. After each time they freed me, I would be carried to a new room, where after binding me, they left me for nearly two hours in each position. However since I enjoyed it, the time just flew by.
Ropes, chains, leather, and all types of material were used on me. The two masters knew what they were doing and demonstrated it by spending more than a half hour mummifying me, first in plastic wrap and then on top of that a generous layer of duct tape. The sensation of the body totally imprisoned made me very horny and my own sweat arose, covering my skin, making it slippery, which helped me attempt to escape. However, each time I succeeded in making an advance, two hands held me and the other two would add even more duct tape.
I spent the night with leather mits placed on the hands and chained to thigh straps and with leather ankle restraints joined by a thick chain to the bed. So that I didn't get cold, they encased me in a sack that seemed to be spandex and the appropriate mask. I had never thought that it could be so comfortable but at the same time being impossible to free myself from the situation.
With sleep, I had lost all notion of time and I didn't know when I woke up and one time on route to another room. There they sat me on a chair and started adding yards and yards of rope around my body. I tested the knots and they were totally effective, each time I noted another cord fasthening me to the chair and my cock became more and more erect, which caused them to apply more rope.
I don't know how long I was there, but if they would be late by a long amount of time they would untie me. Then they tied me up in rope once more and directed me around a corner to the car. This time the I made the trip inside the car, but the mask continued to prevent me from seeing. After a short time, I recognized the sensation of the back road. They returned me to the original place. There I was once again remained in the car with my eyes blindfolded and the promise of keeping it there for five minutes. After the time passed, I removed the blindfold and no one was around. I had no idea where I had been kept nor had I seen the masters.
After driving, I stopped at a gas station to refill. A large man wearing blue overalls attended me. For some reason, I noticed a strange look, as if something caught his attention. On turning to pull away, I couldn't get the thought out of my mind about what I had seen. Could he have been one of my captors? I suppose that I will have that suspicion for a long time.