First day

By RSWP

I arrived with a mixture of nervousness and excitement; 2 weeks can be a long time. So far, it is not the captivity my horny mind had hoped for, but some small steps have been taken to build trust and define roles.

I was in the playroom within minutes of arriving, and there was already sub bound and blindfolded but not gagged there.

We started with a chat and a drink, mostly ignoring the sub. I had worn clothes that could be sacrificed, as instructed so I was surprised to be asked to get naked.

I was first blindfolded with a bandana; then, the ropes began to wind around my torso. All too quickly, the ropes were off again, and I was back to just the bandana and guided to my knees, and my face pushed up to meet the bound sub’s cock, which I started to suck on, it was a good size, nicely seasoned with dried precum and a slight smell of piss as my nose got into the groin.

I regret, just a little that I sucked him without being in bondage; I like the idea of not having a choice and being forced to do things; no bondage means I didn’t have to do but I did it anyway.

During our break, I was told to wear some almost see-through white silk shorts, which I was also told would be my sole clothing during my stay. I went down to meet Master’s partner in these shorts and a pair of mitts.

The shorts are a bit of a humiliation, but I’m happy I’m being told what to wear. Later I found myself again bound by the torso and this time attached to a fixed point above, which triggered that warm feeling that makes me crave bondage; the feeling grew as more fixed attachment points were added from my waist to my back, to let and right and finally to secure me on all axis my balls were attached to the pole in front.

While not much else could move, my cock compensated by moving up and out. While I was focusing on the bondage, Master started to explore a bit, sliding his hand up between my immobilized legs to find my arsehole.

I couldn’t quite tell what the slick fingers were doing, but the combination of the fingers working my hole had my knees go weak, and my hips buck.

I tried not to come when his warm mouth engulfed my throbbing cock, but having been given permission and unable to escape the stimulation, I shot my load in several bursts, with my body bucking and straining against the ropes.

During the second break, there were no mitts or other bondage items. After dinner, I returned to a once again occupied playroom.

Feeling slightly awkward, I watched the other sub get bound while I was free.

I was able to see the aesthetics of the rope with that I would soon be in.

During this session, my wrists were constantly bound and other bits of me at different moments but not to full immobilization and went pressed into his cock; this time, my hands were bound in front of me, and my elbows were bound to his feet, which meant my head and shoulders only had a small range of movement around his crotch.

Bent forward as I was Master took advantage to play with my cock and hole with his wet fingers again.

I hadn’t anticipated being excited by other subs around, but it’s did make fun situations and feels like you’re entertainment for your Master in the way that Greeks or Romans probably made slaves put on sex shows for them.

I couldn’t help but feel pleased when Master put shackles on me before removing the blindfold. I was seen being shackled by the other sub, which was slightly embarrassing even though I assumed he was jealous.

The effect of the shackles was slightly reduced by the offer to remove them if needed.

Getting ready for bed was awkward, but I was able to sleep with only occasional discomfort from the hard steel against my wrists.

All in all, I’m comfortable and not afraid, the promise of more bondage is exciting, and I hope that it builds to continuity so that something is always locked on.

Master did take the shackles off in the early morning, so I was able to get some better quality sleep.