She opened the door and bid him to enter into the dimly lit dungeon. He scurried in and stood waiting for her instruction as she made her introductions and ran through a few necessary basics before telling him to strip and pointing to where he should place his belongings.
Whilst he busied himself with folding his clothes she handed him a white paper suit not unlike the ones you see the forensics workers wear in crime scene programmes. He was told it is compulsory attire for his incarceration and as he pulled it on she picked a pair of leather wrist cuffs from the side and proceeded to cuff his hands behind his back.
She then produced a hood with the eyes covered and promptly placed it over his head. She grabbed the front of his paper suit and ordered for him to walk forwards, after a short distance he was spun round and guided backwards into a small space with his back against the wall. From the sound of the clanking gate and metal bolts rattling into place he could only imagine he must be in a small cell, not that he had noticed it when he had first entered the room. ‘You can stay there, any noise or misbehaving and you will be sent to the punishment block’ were her last words as he heard her footsteps fade away.
He stood leaning with his back against the wall not entirely sure what to do other than wait. Every now and then he would transfer his weight from one foot to the other and could hear the metal carabiner connecting his cuffs clinking as he readjusted.
In the distance he could hear muffled noises not one that he could really identify. Was it another prisoner or was it her going about her business, whatever it was it was soon lost as his mind started to drift away.
Daydreaming, he was abruptly bought back into the reality when what felt like a stick protruded through the bars of his cell and prodded him in the chest. Not so hard that it hurt but enough to make him jump and stand to attention. ‘You may sit on the floor’ she said ‘if you can manage’.
He wriggled himself down the wall and used his feet to steadily lower himself, he found he could extend his legs beyond the bars of his cell and when he was assured that he would not be reprimanded for this he left them as they were.
Again time passed without any interaction from his warder, to begin he had estimated the time he had been there but already that was starting to become distorted – with no sense of time and sensory deprivation it was easy to get distracted and just let his mind wander.
Two short sharp thwacks to the soles of his feet startled him as she directed him to stand and put his back against the wall. The sound of metal against metal as she pulled the bolts back and scraping as the gate opened.
‘Walk forwards’ she demanded as again he could feel her tugging on the front of his paper suit.
She walked around behind him and as she did so he could hear an electrical contraption being set in motion as it clunked it’s way closer to him, she unclipped his cuffs and guided his hands to where she wanted them to be. Hands raised as if in surrender he then heard her press a button and the same clunking noise as whatever he was attached to started to extend his arms skyward, not so much so that it was immediately uncomfortable but definitely into a stress position.
He then felt her attach a cuff around his left ankle before tapping his right leg and telling him to ‘Spread them’ it was then he realized she had attached a spreader bar as the second cuff was tightened around his right ankle.
‘Let’s see how much of that you can endure before you’re begging me to be let down’ she giggled as gave him a slap on the chest and once more left him with his nothing but his imagination. He knew she was close but was not clear exactly where she was or what she might be doing.
Suspended, he let his head drop down and waited.
Every now and then a noise would make him cock his head, he wasn’t sure if it was her approaching or what might be coming his way.
Just as his shoulders were starting to ache from his position she stealthily approached him and slapped in him across his right cheek, he shook his head in surprise and felt relieved when she promptly let the suspension bar descend slightly allowing his shoulders to drop and relax. ‘Don’t worry, they will still hurt in a bit’ she warned ‘I will take you down when I am ready’.
Again he was in his own personal silence, thoughts of the day and work drifting in and out of his mind and then nothing… a clear and empty mind, nothing to think about, nothing to decide. He enjoyed the escapism of relinquishing his control and being able to have time out from the real world.
This time the first indication that she had returned was the familiar grind of the bar being lowered. Once back to a suitable height she uncuffed his ankles and wrists and told him to shake his arms out.
After a few moments she commanded ‘Hands out in front of you, hands and elbows together’ as she swiftly wrapped rope to bind his wrists. She then used the remaining rope like a lead rein and pulled him to another part of the room. He was disoriented and tried to get his bearings to no avail, if only he had taken more notice of his surroundings when he had first entered the chamber. He put it down to nerves, excitement and being mesmerized by the lovely vision of the Lady who would be holding him captive.
She spun him around and he could feel his back against something hard and possibly wooden. It moved a little as he was pushed against it but she reassured him it was steady and he would have to keep still. She ran a rope around his chest and to whatever he was rested against and made a chest harness pulling him in tight to his wooden support. The rope from his hands was then pulled up and under his cock and balls and attached to the back of his rope harness, no chance of playing with her handiwork – not that he really wanted to escape.
Further rope around his thighs tied him securely in place and it felt snug against his skin. Small movements nearly sent him over the edge as he could feel the ropes moving across his skin and through his suit.
A hand grabbed him around the throat applying pressure but not enough to actually strangle him ‘You are here at my mercy, if I ever decide to let you go – I might just decide I enjoy keeping you locked up too much’
‘Yes, Miss’
No further response as she tweaked his nipple and walked off.
How long had he been here? He didn’t care, happy and contented with his predicament and slightly aroused by her last comment. Imagining what it would be like to be permanently incarcerated and left to her devices.
He had no concept of time and what had passed or how long he had been bound when she returned. She announced her arrival with a prod to his ribs as he let out a little grunt, more in surprise than discomfort.
She quickly released his restraints and he took deep breaths in as the ropes slowly slid across him causing all sorts of tingling sensations in his skin.
‘Forwards’ she ordered ‘Stop’
Then rather unexpectedly she ripped his paper suit from him leaving him stood bare and feeling vulnerable as he could feel a coolness against his clammy skin.
‘You won’t be needing that anymore’
A loud almost ripping sound filled his ears as he recognized it as saran wrap being pulled from the roll. She proceeded to encase him from his shoulders to his knees before twirling him around and propping him against a padded piece of dungeon equipment. She then used further wrap to restrain his head against the prop and he felt a bit like something out of a scene in a horror movie but at the same time safe and secure in his tightly wrapped cocoon.
Gone once again… like the rope any movement caused sensations to rush across his skin and he enjoyed the tightness of the saran wrap against him.
From what he could gather he had been in this position the longest but wasn’t entirely sure. He was comfortable and happy to remain here for as long as she desired.
He felt her stand on the elevated step he was perched upon as she ran her fingernails over his plastic encasement whispered in his ear ‘Time to cut you out’.
He tipped his head forward as the head bondage was released. The tension slowly subsided as she cut open his shell and pulled it away from his body, he felt the heat rising from his torso as he stood once more fully naked in front of her.
‘Right, on your knees’
He knelt without question and immediately felt her lifting his hood from him, it was brighter than he remembered as the room came back into view but then realized he had been deprived of his sight for who knows how long.
She grabbed him by the hair and marched over to a long cage underneath a large bed with him in tow on hands and knees behind her. She opened the door and ushered him in.
It was a privilege and treat to be able to see. She hoisted herself onto the bed and let her legs dangle over the side so that he could see her legs and high heels swinging in front of the cage bars.
He had no idea of what she was doing to amuse herself but sat in silence and waited patiently. It was sometime before she decided to jump down and stare at him through the bars as she stated ‘Your incarceration has come to an end, do you think I should let you go?’
‘Yes please, Miss’
She laughed to herself as she rose to open the door.