CONTRAPTION . . .

 

 

 

Best way to explain my current predicament would be if Jigsaw from the Saw Movies went back to the time to when they just discovered Steam Power in the Old West. Then, had a Love Child with some Crazy Inventor . . . and now I'm the Victim of that Love Child.

 

Mind you, she is absolutely gorgeous and I was putty just looking into her eyes. Now, it doesn't matter what I think about her, because I'm helpless to whatever kind of Bondage Contraption she has me trapped in.

 

Standing with my legs spread apart and my arms behind my back being pulled away slightly from my body by some type of cable or bell wire.

 

Not fully sure because it's hard to turn my head that far. Just behind my waist and thighs are several metal pipes running parallel to the ground. Even though the cable is very slowly pulling my arms further backwards, the middle of my body can't move in that direction because of the pipes.

 

My only option is to keep bending further backwards every few minutes. It's only like a centimeter with each loud click . . . which may not seem like much . . . that is until you keep adding more and more time to my bondage predicament.

 

Bent back like this I can no longer see down to my legs which are encased in what seemed like old metal polio leg braces from the early 1900's. Old brown leather straps at my ankles, above and below my knees and two wider ones at thigh level.

 

Normally designed to help someone walk, these were being used to prevent my legs from walking anywhere. When struggling I can get them to move a little, causing loud squeaks from the joints. Feels like somewhere near ankle level these were bolted to more metal pipes, the base of the frame holding the pipes behind me. The large uncomfortable metal and leather gag is preventing me from calling out for help.

 

I started today in a Full Steampunk outfit that was a combination of the Victorian Era and the Industrial Revolution of the 1820. A very dapper Gentleman in a Top Hat accented with brass, silver and leather goggles and small chains and rivets around every edge.

 

With my triple-breasted jacket with three tails, half made out of wool and the other half of leather, a few random gears accenting the jacket for no apparent reason, my walking cane and metal brace arm cover with moving gears . . . I too, was awesome looking. That was until she had my arms bound, Elizabeth totally stripped me of all of it leaving me naked and at her mercy.

 

Guess I shouldn't say totally naked, because she did add one thing back on . . . a male f'n chastity belt from the early 1800's and let me tell you it's the most fucking uncomfortable thing I've ever experienced.

 

It's big, bulky, heavy and the straps and metal are held in place by locks so big they're comical . . . yet, not funny at the same time. Even the metal inside isn't very smooth so any hardening of my cock causes nothing but pain. My cock pushed firmly downward and unable to get fully erect, or even much beyond a half-chub.

 

{CLICK!} Fuck! Again, as uncomfortable as my helpless body already was, every click just makes it ever so slightly worse . . . this click causing an audible grunt.

 

What at first was discomfort slowly moves more towards pain . . . and unless Elizabeth comes back soon and decides to give me mercy . . . it's only going to move from bad to even worse.

 

I watch the large collections of wheels, gears and other odd metal, brass and iron items as they spin in odd directions as the steam rises from upright exhaust pipes. On the top of a taller metal rod is two more metal rods angled outwards with large metal balls at the end of each rod. This item was also spinning and slowly moving up and down as if it was dry humping the air above it.

 

{CLICK!} Fuck!! The largest gear moves one more tooth and the locking pawl snaps back in place preventing it from moving backwards.

 

The cable locked to my wrists is coming directly from the axel to this gear. It runs through pulleys, up along the wall and ceiling behind me.

 

I pull harder at my wrists and can only get my arms to swing side to side, but never closer to my body where my shoulders didn't hurt so bad when this all started.

 

I swear that largest gear is the only thing out of the hundred moving pieces to the torture device in front of me that's actually doing anything.

 

Who knows for sure . . . other then that stupid irritating steam powered whistle that goes off with each click . . . really? WTF is that for? Unless it's to torture my ears . . . because that's happening . . .