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THE ADVENTURE OF ONE MAN AND HIS BOX
Jim visits me once a year. It's always enjoyable. In the past, we've experimented with Saran Wrap, plaster, and lots of bondage. This time, Jim brought THE BOX. I'll be adding comments here and there in red text, but for now, let's listen to Jim tell the story.
Stephanie Locke is the best in her field. If it's safe and legal, Stephanie knows how to do it and do it well. When you place yourself in her hands the experience is beyond words, but I will try to verbalize the session.
I knew what I wanted and arrived with my own toys in hand. I need the expertise of Stephanie to make it happen. The night before I felt like a bondage model on the eve of a big photo shoot. Just like a model, I slept with no underwear and, the next morning, wore only shorts, a t-shirt, and wooden sandals with a single red strap. I knew that soon after my arrival I would be nude, with leather straps on my wrists and ankles. The excitement level was high.
First came the cbt device in which I inserted myself through a small hole. Plastic plates were screwed down onto my parts with a certain amount of pain and pleasure.
Next, I inserted a dildo (advertised as small, but surprisingly large) into my hips. Then it was on to my back as Stephanie stretched my hands and feet on her bondage table. I was not yet finished. A woman's rubber swim cap was placed on my head which was then placed in a box, closed, and locked.
Lastly, an electrical box was attached to the cbt board. My fan provided "white noise."
Okay, I'll admit it. During all of this, I had been acting calm. Electrical boards, Speedo cap, Wooden Sens Dep Head Box, a plethora of sandals, it's all good. But now, I get excited, 'cuz I get to go to his car and get THE FAN. I hate white noise, he loves it. I do however love inescapable bondage and once I put the fan on his head, he was done for.
I was now stretched, unable to move, hear, see, smell, or taste. I could only feel and what I could feel was the electricity in my cock, balls, and hips. At first it was a small tingle, but as Stephanie increased the power, the electricity increased to a buzz, then vibration, and then pain. At 81% of the potential power, I had to give the safety sign which signaled Stephanie to drop the electrical power setting which she did at once.
I remained in this position approximately four hours much of the time receiving random and different levels of electricity. At times, with my approval, Stephanie would leave the room and I would find myself in a world of helplessness and excitement.
The last act, which I had requested, was a pair of Japanese Clover Clamps on my nipples. I had seen women do it on the internet and I wanted to know what they had felt. Stephanie started by placing the chain connecting the clamps across my chest. Each time she would move the chain, I would tense up anticipating the pain. Finally, the clamps went on and for twenty minutes I found out what a women feels like with clamps on her nipples. It hurt. Stephanie even left the room while I experienced the pain which only increased the excitement.
Now it was time for a change. From being spread-eagle and naked, I found myself wrapped tightly in a neoprene (rubber) sleep sack with a leather punishment helmet on my head. My cock and balls were now tied with a cord and my nipples were once again open to attack.
I fought off a panic attack and concentrated on relaxation and breathing though the small hole at the mouth of the punishment helmet.
When Stephanie departed the room, with my permission, the panic increased. I remembered seeing women in similar bondage on the internet, therefore I told myself that if women could take this then I could too.
Relax and breath.
After an hour, it was time for dinner.
Fetishist and Competition Swimmer (in my youth) I just had to try on Jim's sexy silver swimcap. Here you go. One bonus picture.
Stephanie picked out a pair of strap thong sandals for me to wear with my shorts, no underwear, and a t-shirt. She asked me if I wanted to go out with my cock and balls tied. I wished I had said yes, but for some reason I said no. We went to a nice Mexican restaurant and Stephanie looked great. She is a lot more that just a beautiful, highly skilled woman. She is a truly good person.
Back to business. After dinner, it was back to the dungeon and off with the street clothes. A metal yoke was placed on my neck and wrists and a leg spreader on my ankles. Stephanie knew that I liked shoes, so she produced a pair of red, very high heel pumps with an ankle strap. I loved the low vamp which just covered my toes, but I found them impossible to stand in much less walk in. Stephanie told me to walk on my toes like all women have to do in heels, but it was just too difficult for me. Still they looked great and I loved them.
In the next event, Stephanie placed me in a straight jacket and a transport bag which left me naked from the waist down. She also changed my footwear from a pair of red Mary Jane canvas pumps to a very barefooted looking leather sandal which I had first seen being worn by a young woman in California years before.
The straight jacket was then attached to a wall leaving me standing for a photo shoot with Stephanie.
Lastly, with the leather bands still on my ankles and wrists, I was hogtied tightly with my hands almost touching my feet. At last the hot rubber swim cap was off my head which felt so good. In retrospect, I wish I had skipped the straight jacket and had gone for a couple of hours in the hogtied position.
Overall, my day with Stephanie had been priceless. She has a hands-on method that relaxes one during strong bondage. I can't say enough about how good the experience was. She is a beautiful woman. Thank you Mistress Stephanie Locke.
Jim
That's right, Bondagettes and Bondage Lurkers, I'm priceless!
And one of these days, I'll prove it to you too.
- Mistress Stephanie Locke -