[06-01] [Full-time SM School]

My intense interest in that full-time bondage school, located in the "dungeon" of "heaven," finally attracted attention, and then later that day, a teacher—a guy I later learned to call "The Bondage Master"—surprised me. When he handed me a slip of paper with his name on it, the title of bondage expert, and suggested I contact him to arrange a special meeting, I was immediately excited. I didn't quite understand why he was contacting me, but when I asked him what he could do, he was genuinely happy. I don't think I ever imagined anyone would be as excited as I was when I was bound by ropes. All my experiences had been solitary; my companions had always done it for my own interest. He, on the other hand, was not only enthusiastic but also a charming, genuinely friendly guy. What did I have to lose? We talked several more times over the next two days. He sent me an article from "Bondage and Silence" magazine, about an American student's first visit to a bondage master. It was a fascinating story, and now it was my turn to experience it. So, in our final phone conversation, we devised a set of instructions based on that story. I will take the train to London on Thursday night and arrive at his place around 10 pm. I will find a key in a specific location and go down to the empty ground floor, where further instructions will be given. He will arrive within half an hour. During the journey, I can only wear rubber pants and a metal collar. I cannot wear any clothes except a travel outfit (I assume this doesn't refer to my usual DM boots). The only things I can take are a one-way ticket and some money; everything else must be placed in a small bag and given to him for safekeeping until I leave on Saturday. I must agree that during this period, I belong entirely to him, and he can bind me in any way he desires for as long as he pleases. Finally, from now until Thursday night, I cannot have any sexual intercourse. Three whole days! How am I supposed to cope when my body is burning with desire and I'm at the peak of excitement? Leaving home feels a bit strange, wearing only rubber pants, a thin travel outfit, and a metal collar around my neck. What will people think? Will the police notice? How will I explain this? Moreover, the friction of the rubber on my body was incredibly uncomfortable as I moved. I caught the 6:30 train. After sitting for a while, I noticed the rubber on my body was emitting a terrible smell! I was getting hotter and hotter, and the pungent smell was getting stronger and stronger. Before long, I was certain that everyone in the carriage could smell the strange odor coming from me, and I was only wearing a travel outfit to cover my collar and DM boots. I felt helpless when a lady sitting opposite me moved to a seat away from me. I realized that the more I moved, the stronger the smell became. So for the next two and a half hours, I sat there without daring to move, my whole body burning up, wondering what else would happen that night. Finally, I arrived in London, my whole body burning up and my legs trembling. Twenty minutes later, I found my place. My legs shaking and my heart racing, I found the key and went into the room. I immediately saw the instructions on the floor and followed them to lock the door and go into the bathroom. The first thing I had to do was sign a form agreeing to submit to any form of restraint and to be restrained for any length of time until Saturday morning. When I need to be untied or there is an unexpected event (such as an asthma attack), I can only say "please stop" or "mmmh mmmh"."mmmh" was used instead (this is the international language when the mouth is gagged and one cannot speak), and finally, I could make a phone call to my friend around 11 a.m. on Friday, even though I was tied up tightly (we had discussed security issues earlier). After reading the instructions, I signed my consent and then read the instructions again. After taking off my travel clothes, I inserted an anal plug into my anus (the first instruction had asked me to bring it), and then went to the playroom. Upon entering the playroom, my whole body trembled with excitement. The room had no windows, was dimly lit, and had almost no furniture. There was a double bed on the far side, with small metal locks hanging on the wall behind the bed. The most conspicuous thing in the room, and the one that interested me the most, was the cage. Mirrors surrounded two walls, and the cage took up half the space of the room; it was a large cube. It consisted of some scaffolding and horizontal bars spaced about 18 inches apart, with similar bars spanning the horizontal bars and connecting them at a height slightly below the ceiling. Thick black leather straps were attached to the corners and other points of the cage, hanging there, waiting for me to use. Near the floor on one side of the cage, cleverly placed I found an instruction manual. I went into the cage and looked at it. It said that I should read it thoroughly before doing anything, so that I could execute each instruction precisely. First, I plugged my ears tightly. The earplugs slowly expanded, and the outside sounds gradually disappeared until I could only hear my own strong heartbeat. I leaned against the cage bars, put my feet into rubber shackles, and spread my legs wide. I fastened the shackles tightly to my ankles, and then used similar straps to tie my knees to the horizontal bars, thus completely fixing my feet in place. Then I used straps to tightly bind my chest. To prevent my upper body from moving. The instructions also included wearing nipple clamps, unzipping my leather pants, and masturbating for a minute until my penis was fully erect. This was completely unnecessary; the mere fantasy and excitement were already bringing me to the brink of orgasm. Next, I tightened my upper arms with a belt, about shoulder height, then took the leather mask, put it on, and fastened it behind my head. Finally, I found the handcuffs, put my hands in them, and cuffed them to my wrists. Now I had no choice; I couldn't see or hear, I couldn't escape, and I knew he was coming. How long would this take? What if he wouldn't let me go? Wearing a rubber suit... More than six hours had passed, and the heat kept increasing. Every time I tried to move, the hot, damp rubber clung to my skin. I didn't know how long I'd been alone. In the darkness and helplessness, I couldn't hear anything; I lost all sense of time. About half an hour later, someone suddenly touched my penis, and I screamed desperately. But he was clearly telling me not to do that, otherwise I'd be tied up here for at least another half hour. He wanted me to say "stop" every time I was about to ejaculate. He started binding me tighter and more securely. The handcuffs were unlocked, and he put boxing gloves on me, then... He was then tightly bound to the overhead beam. A leather belt was added around his waist. He disappeared for a few minutes, then applied a smooth liquid to my buttocks and anal plug. He used a thin rope to tie my penis and testicles back, pulling them down and pressing against the anal plug, then tied the end of the rope to the cage and tightened it. I desperately wanted to ejaculate and seemed to scream every few seconds. Whenever I screamed, he would leave me for a moment, then continue teasing me. He massaged my penis with his hands, which were covered in cool lubricant, and played with the anal plug in my anus. I could feel the heat inside the rubber suit, and sweat trickled down my thighs. I was trembling all over, my body quivering. He told me to move, and I tried my best, but he kept tightening the straps until I was strapped to the cage, unable to move a single muscle. Finally, when I screamed for him to stop again, he gagged me with a thick rope and wrapped it around the cage several times until my head couldn't move either. I couldn't hold back any longer. As he continued to caress my penis, twist my nipples, and tighten the straps, I screamed through my gagged mouth that I was going to ejaculate. My whole body trembled, every muscle straining, reaching an unprecedented, unforgettable heightening sensation. The climax of forgetting. As I relaxed, I started to wonder if I really wanted to be tied up here. Just seconds before, I hadn't worried about it at all, but now I really needed to relax. My right wrist was completely numb, and the rubber suit was wet and sticky. Luckily, he started to untie me. He removed my blindfold, and that's how I saw him for the first time all night. Despite being a stern master and being willing to do anything for him, he seemed friendly. He had bright eyes and a slightly mischievous smile on his face. He let me go and took me to the bathroom. Rubber Suit I was already very wet, and I had to take them off; sweat poured down my face immediately. I quickly took a shower, and he handcuffed me, then gave me a drink and some "bondage and gag" magazines to read. He left for a while and returned with a small leather bag, the kind that had thrilled me in the "dungeon" of "Heaven." I put my hands behind my back and clenched my fists; he put a loop of his fists over my wrists and tied them, then bound my hands tightly with rope, preventing me from even opening them. He took me back to the playroom and made me kneel in the middle of the cage. He gave me... He put on the hood and tied it tightly behind my head. My head was completely covered by leather, leaving only openings for my eyes and nose to see and breathe. While he prepared more straps, he made me suck on his penis for a while. My legs were folded upwards, my ankles and thighs secured together with straps, keeping me in a kneeling position. He passed the straps through my knees and tied them to the sides of the cage, spreading my legs apart. He began to tease me again with the dildo while massaging my penis with lubricant. I quickly reached orgasm, but I knew I had to hold back for a while. It was so difficult that I kept... I screamed for him to stop; I was on the verge of a breakdown. Then he carefully bound my penis and testicles with a thin rope. He folded another, thicker rope in half, tied one end to my wrist, and the other end under my buttocks, then spread it up on either side of my penis, over my shoulders, and tightly bound my upper arms together behind my back. To make me feel even more helpless, he put a hood over my head. As he tightened each buckle, I felt my head being crushed, the hood pressed against my cheeks. Finally, he pulled a strap down from the ceiling and threaded it through the top of the hood. He straightened me, forcing me to kneel rigidly, fully displaying the elasticity of my body. I was now completely immobilized. Needless to say, he kept kissing me, caressing me, and pinching my nipples, keeping me on the verge of orgasm while not allowing me to experience the pleasure of ejaculation. I don't know how long this lasted, probably more than an hour. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer, and we both ejaculated simultaneously. Due to the stimulation of adrenaline, every muscle in my body tensed as if being torn apart—that's the power of orgasm. This time, I wasn't immediately untied, but I didn't care. I felt incredibly relaxed and fully savored that magical and real experience, which was exactly what I had been dreaming of—this was Thursday night! I wouldn't be released until Saturday! What else could happen! After a while, he removed the mask, and my head could move again, but that was all! Could I break free from these restraints? Although I had plenty of experience escaping, it was usually when I tied myself up, not when someone else tied me. I noticed that although my elbows were quietly tied behind my back, around my chest, near my left nipple... The knots were close. The problem was, could I even reach them? It seemed impossible; I could lick them with my tongue, but I couldn't untie the knots. Slowly, through wriggling and stretching of my body, I finally managed to open the knots in my mouth and with my teeth. This freed my elbows and allowed me to untie the white ropes and the bindings on my hands (though my hands were encased in a small leather pouch). With further effort, I managed to loosen the straps binding my right ankle and thigh slightly with my left toes, then untied them with my teeth. Next came the straps binding my left ankle and thigh; I slowly crawled… The ropes separating my knees were removed, and my hands, bound behind my back, were moved from my feet to the front, and the leather gloves were untied. I was finally completely free, but not for long. It was already very late, maybe even past midnight (my watch and clothes were together), and I really needed to sleep. But it wasn't the kind of sleep I usually had, curled up in bed, able to toss and turn freely! After showering, I put the mask back on. This time it had large holes for my mouth and nose to ensure I could breathe easily. And only when lying flat could I experience that tight feeling; the mask's collar, although not... It was tight, but very sturdy. Then I heard the clanging of chains. Yes. The chains were looped around each wrist, tightened, and locked with padlocks, the ends fastened to the collar, leaving ten inches of room to move my hands, but not enough to touch my now-erect penis to ease the pain. Then he made me lie on the bed facing the wall. He tied my ankles to the foot of the bed, allowing a little movement, but my body was kept straight. Then he threaded a leather strap from the bed through a loop in the collar. Although I could move a little, because my body was straight,So I couldn't touch the restraints, nor could I curl up. Now I desperately wanted to be released; my only thought was how to get through the next eight hours, and I felt utterly helpless. He was toying with me again, making me incredibly excited, yet I could only lie there, receiving intense stimulation, unable to do anything. Finally, my exhausted body and mind were relieved, and I drifted into a very satisfying dream. I don't know when, but he untied me, letting me fall asleep. I was very surprised in the morning. Because the room was dark, and because I had no sense of time the previous night, I felt like I was in the middle of the night. When I felt my hands and elbows being tied behind my back and bound with rope, I immediately woke up. What a wonderful way to wake someone! Then he tried using thin rope to tie my penis and testicles, immediately making me feel like the play was about to begin. Then a dildo was inserted into my anus, and a large amount of lubricant increased the pleasure. I was about to ejaculate, but this was just the beginning! He carefully bound my ankles, knees, and thighs with rope. He also put on a very tight and thick leather mask, this time with smaller breathing holes. Then another rope bound my ankles and wrists together. He pulled hard on the rope, causing pain in my back—a classic pig-tying technique. He made me move again, then skillfully added ropes and straps based on my movements until every muscle in my body was immobilized. Once again, he kissed me, played with my nipples, tickled the soles of my feet, caressed my penis, and massaged my glans with cool lubricant, bringing me to the brink of orgasm on and off, making me struggle against the temptation to ejaculate until he allowed it. My whole body was experiencing this mesmerizing sensation; every part of my body felt the power of orgasm, every muscle struggling against the restraints. With the release of energy and the satisfaction of my body, I lay on the bed, still bound, but strangely, I didn't want to be untied at all. I clearly trusted my master; I was simply lying there bound, completely relaxed, knowing he would bring me magical sensations.After breakfast, we returned to the playroom, but this time my anticipation rose quickly, and my legs began to tremble again. My master needed to do something, so my bondage would be extended to ensure he wouldn't be disturbed until he finished. How long, and how would it be done! I wondered. First came a thick, very tight mask. My penis was as erect as ever, and the thought of the extended bondage intensified my feelings. I stood in the middle of the cage and was told to lift my right foot. As I lowered my foot, I knew I was being put into a sleeping bag, then my left, and then my arms were tucked into the narrow sleeves of a tight-fitting garment inside the sleeping bag. My master zipped it up, leaving a small hole for my erect penis to protrude, just as he had hoped. The mask and sleeping bag were connected, blocking out the last ray of light, plunging me into complete darkness. He used a leather strap to secure the sleeping bag to my shoulders, lifting me so that my toes barely touched the ground. I was completely plunged into darkness, unable to escape, but with a little room to move, utterly disoriented. I was a little worried, making intermittent movements. Maintaining this position for so long made my heart race. I was incredibly excited. Could I endure this position for long? What if I had a sudden urge and had to release? What if he couldn't hear me? But soon he returned. My penis was already stiff. After experiencing those familiar sensations, my legs were lifted higher, leaving me completely suspended in the air. It continued to dig into the sleeping bag, making me feel like I was entering an ever-shrinking cocoon. Then I was once again hanging there alone, experiencing that utter despair, my whole body encased in leather, unable to see anything. When he returned again, I was completely disoriented. I felt comfortable and warm, that wonderful peace and intense excitement! He added some straps and shortened others, my body briefly shifting from vertical to horizontal. After my body was horizontal, he began to tighten the sleeping bag further. I felt my body being compressed smaller and smaller, from my toes to my neck. When I felt that the sleeping bag could not be tightened any further and I could not move any muscle in my body, he used some wide straps to wrap me even tighter. My upper arms, elbows, wrists, hands, thighs, knees, calves, and ankles were all tightly bound, making me feel like a piece of wood. Even my arm bones felt compressed, as if they were embedded in my body. Every time he adjusted my position, he didn't forget to tease my penis, massaging it with cold lubricant to keep me aroused. When I was about to ejaculate, he would stop and clean my penis. I could only stay there, bound for hours. Was this really the feeling I wanted? It truly felt like an eternity, a constant state of intense excitement and the ever-present threat of orgasm, only to be abandoned again, yearning for freedom but unable to do anything! I felt like I was trapped in concrete, my whole body stiff. Being treated like that, my penis felt like it was going to explode, my body felt like it was going to collapse, until I couldn't hold back any longer. As he squeezed lubricant onto my penis, I ejaculated repeatedly, releasing every last bit of energy from my capsule-like body. I can't be sure where I was or how long I stayed after that. In a sense, I would have preferred this state to last a century. It was so comfortable, sealed within my leather cocoon, the darkness and loss of senses allowing my mind to soar infinitely. This state lasted a long time. My hands were numb, my wrists ached terribly from being bound so tightly, so when they were finally untied, I was ready. The loss of senses made me completely unaware of time; I was quite surprised to find it was already 2 PM after I was untied. My whole body ached terribly from being bound for sixteen hours, and I had only lived half of my hellish ordeal! However, after washing up and recovering, I was allowed to put on clothes and tour the various equipment prepared for me that evening. Around 5 PM, I returned to the platform. I was already very sensitive, and I quickly became excited simply because I had read a few bondage-related magazines. Seeing that I was ready, he immediately put bondage gloves on me and led me back to the playroom, where I stood in the middle of the cage. First, he dressed me in a suspension leather garment. It was a fascinating piece of leather. Thick leather straps were tightly bound around my upper thighs, with more straps around my waist and chest. Huge D-rings fastened to my shoulders, connecting to the straps attached to the cage above my head. The straps were so tight I could only touch the ground with my toes, but the entire suit of leather supported my weight. Then, thin ropes were once again wrapped around my penis and testicles, causing them to quickly become erect (not what I wanted)! I had been wondering about the purpose of the belt buckle on my abdomen and the straps attached to it, and when he tightly bound the thin ropes to it, the answer became clear. The next step was the head suit; thick leather straps were securely fastened to my head, leaving only my eyes exposed so I could see my reflection in the mirror. He handcuffed and leg irons to my hands and ankles respectively, connecting them with adjustable straps. He separated the straps on the handcuffs and tied them to the front of the cage, while the straps on the leg irons were separated and tied to the back of the cage. This left my feet off the ground, my entire body suspended in mid-air. I was now hanging in mid-air, in a state of freefall. Under his series of teasing provocations, I was close to climax, but he kept interrupting, keeping me aroused. He added several leather handcuffs to my elbows and knees, securing them firmly to the cage, spreading my hands and feet even wider. He then fastened a leather strap to my head, putting me in a position where he could do whatever he wanted. He took out a gag, so large it made my eyes widen in surprise. I had never seen such a large gag before, and he struggled to stuff it into my mouth. When he finished, I felt my mouth was full of rubber. After binding me, he applied lubricant to the dildo and then inserted it into my body. Dissatisfied with the dildo I had been given, he pulled it out and replaced it with a much larger one. He played with the dildo, using a very gentle thrusting motion that made my bound body involuntarily lean back to meet it. While he was penetrating me, I could feel his penis gently pressing against me. I saw all of this in the mirror, and my arousal lasted for probably more than an hour. I couldn't believe I could maintain that position for so long, the excitement so intense, every part of my body felt like it was exploding. When I finally ejaculated, my energy erupted like a torrent—an experience I'll never forget. Someone said: time slips away when you're having fun. It was already 11 pm when I ate dinner that night. I desperately wanted to sleep, my whole body aching as if I'd been working out in the gym for three days straight, my mind filled with the experiences of the past two days. Because I so longed for and desperately wanted to experience that complete sensory deprivation, I asked to sleep in a sleeping bag and then be suspended in a cage. I knew it would be a challenge, to see how long I could endure this sensory deprivation, and I really wanted to experience it, to see where my heart would wander. So, earplugs, an eye mask, I was packed into the sleeping bag, held in a natural sleep state by various straps, my whole body encased in a leather cocoon. This time, although my whole body was restricted, it wasn't too tight, and the comfort was unbelievable. I couldn't see, hear, or feel. Aside from the warm scent of leather, all my senses were stripped away. Before long, I started to worry. First, I began to try to move. At first, it was very slight, but then the movements became more pronounced—360-degree rotations and uncertain wriggling up and down in the cage, perhaps my feet, then my head, but I couldn't pinpoint my location. Suddenly, in the darkness, I saw images, vivid colors, faces, the places I had been, the things I had done. It was like a dream, but I knew I was awake. My thoughts were in the dream, but they were controllable; I could manipulate my dream, going wherever I wanted, doing whatever I wanted, feeling whatever I wanted. Time had stopped; my heart was completely free. I stayed in the sleeping bag for about four hours, drifting in a half-awake, half-asleep state, until I was ready to be released and happily snuggled into my comfortable bed, enjoying a deep, long sleep. This was my unique, complete full-body bondage experience. This experience changed my life and will remain unforgettable. When I visited this "hell in the sky," I never imagined I would have such an experience, one I had sought for years without finding. I think the bondage doll I had been searching for, described in bondage and bondage magazines, finally came true during this visit to this "special bondage." Furthermore, during the few days I spent with my master, I never felt fear or dread, nor was I tormented by pain. I clearly distinguished the difference between bondage and abuse, and although we were like a group during those days, we could exist independently of each other. To describe my experience as best as possible, I decided to write it down on my way home. As I finished writing, a very cute little child asked his mother, "Why do people come to London?"She replied, "People come to London for all sorts of different reasons." Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh.

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