Foreword

 

The creation and writing of any story always reveals something about the Author, and the one that follows is, of course, no different. Although I live a pretty normal life on the outside, other than my kink hobbies and explorations, I'm sure that the reader will realize that I have a rich and varied set of fantasies contained within my skull and have pursued them avidly with the creation of the tale that follows, placing myself in the predicament of the main character; a situation that I think I'd enjoy, at least initially, if given the chance in another life.

Fantasies, being precisely that, are seldom realized, although I've managed to bring a few of mine into reality, then discovered that there was far more to them than I'd at first realized. Most of the time, these fulfilled fantasies have been wonderful, fun, and occasionally frightening journeys. At other times, they have turned out to be far more terror-filled-voyages than I could have imagined. Some of those occasions arose when I experimented with self-bondage situations and found that I had not fully and thoroughly evaluated the entire spectrum of possibilities, then had been caught in an inescapable situation that required great ingenuity and patience to extricate myself from.

Then, there were the other occasions when I was assisted in bringing my fantasies to reality by sympathetic friends, who, once I had been fully prepared and secured, left me to stew in my own juices for indeterminate periods, terrorised by both strong, unending electrical stimulation and harsh vacuum that I insisted they apply. The sure knowledge that there was no possible way I could escape my situation without some sort of assistance, added immensely to those scenes. On those occasions, I was left alone in the locked room, fully-suspended, blinded within the gas mask, deafened by ear plugs that supplied only overwhelming white noise, quite thoroughly chained, and with my tightly-gloved fingers and hands deeply buried within heavily-padded isolation mittens. There was no way I could escape and I knew it with certainty.

Those occasions were indeed scary, although I knew that the torment would eventually stop and I would be released from my travail. Most of the time, I could persevere to the end, despite the frequent howling and maddened thrashing that I was forced into.

The story that follows is not a real one, but it might happen to someone who follows the path of the main character, Alexander. It could be your dream ... or your worst nightmare, but I hope you enjoy the tale regardless.

Prelude

The Ultimate Device & Dreams Of Sugar Plums

 

I'd arrived at this point in my journey by a long, circular route; it all having begun many years ago when I'd come upon the Latowski Chastity Belt web site and I immediately fell in love with the appearance and total functionality of the belt. I'd had many others from different manufacturers and even made my own, but the Latowski was orders of magnitude beyond anything I'd seen before and I wanted one badly.

Eventually, this came to pass and when I'd ordered the Latowski, I got one with all of the options, including the remote control/discipline e-stim capability, the extended locking posts and thicker steel frame, and extra restraint rings on the front and back shields and so could enjoy the use of electrical stimulation and controllability with a partner. That had never happened until now, and so I made more modifications to the e-stim systems by creating the base-of-the-penis ring and a cap for the head of the organ, with the electrode cable emerging from the upper edge of the belt's front or back shields. With this arrangement and being fully-encased by the inner silicon liner, I could achieve intense sensations when connected to the e-stim machines. Next, came the addition of a separately controlled, bi-polar butt plug and that too added-in yet another dimension of sensation. and for a couple of years, I enjoyed the occasional, then more and more frequent use of it; locking myself into the belt nearly every day and enjoying the sensations of the intimate confinement that the it provided. However, being the person I am, I'd wanted considerably more than the fairly straight forward restraint of the device, and so added in my Axsmar, stainless steel thigh bands, gartering them to the extended posts on the waist cinch. The feelings of increased restraint and control were delightful and the entire ensemble could easily be worn under trousers or a skirt with no one being the wiser. Then, I added-in my Axsmar ankle cuffs and these too were easily concealed by both socks and trousers, or by boots and long skirts.

Recently, I'd modified the penile e-stim system yet again ... this time creating the hollow, bi-polar, flexible rubber sound, and this could be separately controlled also. With this arrangement, now both the ring and cap, as well as the internal sound could be independently activated, or together, if the person in charge wanted to do so, with the hollow butt plug also available to add even more intensity. More recently, I'd also begun using the stretchy neoprene rings to further enhance the sensations of the intimate and unseen, primary captivity within the imprisonment of the belt itself. At first, the rings at the base of my manhood was a pleasant experience, leading to an automatic erection, but one that could not be satisfied, thanks to the locked-on belt. It was frustrating, of course, then after about two hours of this captivity, it began to get really disturbing because there was no possible way to remove the rings and thus alleviate the unending, thoroughly imprisoned erection.

Unfortunately, at that point, the internal, bi-polar urethral e-stim device and the solid bi-polar butt plug/dildo could only be used for limited durations, due to bodily needs, but I was working on a solution to these issues that would allow the wearing of both devices on a semi-permanent basis. I didn't realize then, that they'd actually soon be fitted and I would be unable to remove any of the restraint and electrical stimulation equipment.

Being both a transvestite and a sensation slut, I owned and wore my self-adhesive, 38-DD, Amoena breast forms virtually every waking hour when at home. These had to be supported by tight, under-wire style bras, so that the breast forms became, quite literally, a part of my upper body. The sensations and mind-set of having large breasts that could not be concealed was, to me, a pleasant one, but once more, I wanted to feel something more from my nipples and breasts than just the mere weight and presence of the breast forms. I next created an arrangement that had nipple electrode pads and rim-of-the-breast ones, being very careful with the wiring to ensure that both nipples had the same polarity and both rim-of-the-breast ones did as well. Given the self-adhesive properties of the breast forms' chest lining, these electrodes stuck to it, then also to my chest when the forms were applied, being held in place by means of both the adhesive backing and the tight bra. The electrode cables for the breast e-stim system emerged below and to the sides of the chest band of the bra and they too could easily be connected to the ErosTek machines, thus making for a complete e-stim ensemble; all of it completely hidden from casual observation.

And so, I'd made myself into a potentially, totally electrically-controllable being, and could, at the whim of a Mistress, be made to dance, scream, or howl with just the simple twitch of the e-stim machines' dials. This situation was precisely what I wanted, but no one else had ever used it, other than me. I daydreamed endlessly of a truly fun (so I thought at the time) and scary experience; to be taken out for a walk by a Mistress, while fitted with all of my e-stim equipment and chastity belt, as well as with all of my Axsmar restraints, everything invisible under my outer clothing ... an almost fully concealing Victorian Lady's ensemble. Of course, the day dream extended to her ensuring that I obeyed her, by using various e-stim signals.

My present situation began to evolve when I finally gathered up the nerve to tell my wife that I wanted to experience a night of full-on bondage, totally-encased in rubber, complete with wearing a chastity belt, boots, gloves, steel restraints, and a locked-on gas mask.

This vision was sparked in part by a wonderfully erotic story written by a UK author, Mike Vickers, quite a few years in the past, all about a woman who voluntarily got herself into a highly-specialized suit that both tormented and pleasured her unmercifully, all of this happening at her husband's command. So what has followed has become my own extension of that story, brought to real life, but in this instance ... with my wife in command.