Have you ever made a spur-of-the-moment purchase and then wonder why you did it and what you are going to with it?
And then had your doubts answered the next day?
About ten years ago, I bought a full set of steel manacles; I was at a renaissance faire and a blacksmith was selling them, custom-made, for $100. Definitely a bargain I couldn't pass up. I went into the back room where he took my measurements and then asked what kind of locking device I wanted on them. I selected an allen-wrench screw, which was secure in itself, but for even more security, my idea was to cover the screw with a padlock. He told me he would fashion the manaces and I was to bring the padlocks the next day and then he would drill the holes to fit.
I hadn't planned on staying there another day but I was on vacaction and had was just wandering around. That I did, and when he finished, he put the wrist and ankle manacles on me; that was a fast piece of craftsmanship and a good quality job. (It may have taken me longer to find seven padlocks with the same key.)
The manacles themselves were two inches wide. The ankles were connected by an 15-inch chain and the wrists by a 9-inch chain. There was a center ring in the wrist chain, and an unattached piece of chain locked to the front of the collar, droped down through that ring, and then locked to the middle of the chain connecting the ankles. This chain was optional but sure did add something to the whole effect! The ring was just slightly larger than the chain so the connecting chain could be locked into place at the wrists; this made it possible to position the wrists in many positions, including with hands behind the back.
As I stood there manacled, I immediately got hard. And this was obvious to him because I had worn my favorite outfit for casual wear (and bondage), a pair of black tights and a black turrtleneck leotard. Seeing my reaction, he asked if I wanted the padlocks added. Of course I did! I felt a little shivver with each lock being snapped into position; when he finished the four on my wrists and ankles, he added the vertical chain, locking it onto the collar with padlock # 5 and then used the sixth to lock the bottom of the chain to my ankle chain. And the final padlock link my wrist chain with the vertical chain. As I moved around and realized I was totally secured, I got hard again and added a second messy spot to the front of the leotard.
Now how to make the best use of this situation?
"How about I find someone to lead you around the fair grounds like this?"
How could he tell this would be my fondest fantasy? (Well, by the two erections aand messes!) It happened to be Pirate Weekend so this would be so natural. He called to a female buccaneer friend who was passing by and explained the situation to her. How eager she was to oblige! She took hold of the vertical chain between my collar and wrists and we started off. I tried as much as possible to cover my crotch with my hands, but as she led me, that was not always possible. But why should I care what people thought? I was a prisoner, not in control of myself, and I was also hundreds of miles from home, so I wouldn't be seen by anybody I knew.
The chains rattled as I walked, a wonderful sound to my ears. And my double-security idea worked well in that the padlocks didn't flop at all but held in their position. After parading me around, we ended up at a stage where there was a pirate show going on. She took me up onto the stage where I was greeted by the pirate band as her "captured booty." They took me over to the side where there were some "slave girls" standing, also in chains; they took a chain which was attached to a post and clipped it onto a ring in the back of my collar. (I had specified rings in front, in back, and on each side of the collar.)
Now I was the center of attraction to the entire audience. I decided to play along by writhing in my chains as if I was trying to get loose. At least now I was able to cover my crotch with my hands, and since I was standing in the siun, I hoped it would soon dry my wet spot. I then regretted not wearing a jockstrap rather than a pair of nice spandex panties, but this would have been a trade-off because the jockstrap might have hindered an erection but it would have made my flaccid crotch much more obvious.
Now the attention shifted to the "slave girl" auction. An announcement was made that the proceeds went to charity; one by one the girls were brought to the center stage, led by a leash linked to the front of their collars. They were leather dog collars, not locked, and each girl wore leather wrist manacles, locked together without a chain. The bidding on each was quick, and it appeared that each was purchased by a spouse or close friend. (One girl was bought by another girl. Maybe a sister? Maybe something else?)
Now it was my turn. As my chain was unhooked and I was led to center stage, I had erection # 3, but little fluid came out this time. The gods were with me, and I hoped this would continue with the bidding. A group of 20-ish women standing together huddled and then came up with a bid. Nobody bid higher. I was theirs! I rattled my way off the stage towards the group.
"You seem to like how you are secured," said one, pointing to my crotch.
Another did a quick inspection job to make sure I was really secured, and reported such to the others.
"Where are the keys?"
(I had left one set in the car; I had the car key on a string around my neck, under the leotard.) When I didn't answer right away, the female buccaneer said, "The blacksmith has them."
I told them that first I had to go to the men's room. They surveyed my manacles and decided that none had to be removed, and that all I needed was an unzipping. That they did and I waddled over to a stall in the men's room and managed to pull the leotard and tights down far enough to pee. Then I came back and they zipped me up, showed me the keys, and led me out to the parking lot by the top half of the vertical chain.
"This is the final night of Pirate Night and we are having a party, and we need someone to serve drinks and food. And since we do own you until midnight, it looks like you are the one."
So as not to leave my car in the parking lot, one of them asked me for the keys and opened the door. She also saw the set of keys on the seat and got them before I could. Before they put me in the passenger seat, one of them unlocked the padlock at the wrist ring and locked my wrists together to the ring. Now my hands were right in front of me; I soon found out when when a pillowcase was put over my head to keep me from seeing where we were going. Then I was pushed into the passenger seat.
When we arrived, I was led along to the back yard and the pillowcase was removed. The party was all female, about three dozen of them! My wrist-ring lock was opened and then closed in the original position. I walked around serving drinks and food, sometimes nearly falling as I tried to manuever around in legirons. It didn't help that the guests teased me and even grabbed at me.
Finally the party was coming to an end! But not for me. The vertical chain was removed and I was taken over to a tree in the yard. One wrist chain was unlocked and then, after my arms put behind the tree, relocked. Then the same with my ankles. And the vertical chain was put around the tree and locked at two short ends to my collar. I was now helplessly standing in front of this tree facing my owners. It was now Tease the Slave time as they took turns showing me their bare chests, fondling my crotch, and otherwise driving me into another orgasm - - at which time they all laughed at my new explosion.
"Now it is time to really thank him." They undid my wrist manacles and unzipped the leotard, and then pulled it down to my knees. The tights also went down there, leaving me totally naked to them. The wrists were re-locked behind the tree, and I waited for what was next. They drew lots for something, and the winner came up to me with a washcloth and soap and water. She cleaned off my crotch and then motioned to three teenaged girls to come over to watch. She was going to show them how to do a blowjob, and I was the model!
I didn't know if I could rise to the occassion again, but when I got halfway hard, she stopped. I pleaded with her not to leave me like that, but she took the wet cold cloth and put it on my penis, and down it went. She motioned to one of the teen girls who tried her technique on me, and when she got me to the same level, she was stopped. The cold cloth again, and then the next teen. And partictial erection, then the cold cloth, and the final teen. Again, I was not taken to the final level but left hanging. I begged for release, and the teacher told the teen girls that this was a wonderful way to control a man!
Then they all gathered in a semi-circle around the front of the tree. The teacher knelt down to my side and started to stroke the bottom of my balls. I shot up quicker than she could stop and shot the load towards the group. They cheered! And when I went down, I also urinated. The party was over. My leotard and tights were put back into position, my manacles locked as they had been when I was on the stage being sold, and the pillowcase was put back on my head. I was driven to somewhere, then allowed to get out of the passenger side and the pillowcase was removed. The driver handed me the keys and asked me if I had a good time that night. What a silly question.
I decided to drive back to the motel in all my chained glory, thinking of that day's events. When I got there, I could get from the car to my room without being seen, so I just left them on. And I was tired, so why not sleep in chains?
In the morning, I slept much later than I had planned, and was awakened by a knock on the door and the maid entering. That must have been a sight for her to see? (Not that she probably hadn't seen everything else.) But rather than take advantage of me, she just apologized and left. I put the manacles in a box when I got home, and lacking any time to use them that would approach the first time, they have stayed there. Sure, I could put them on while watching TV, but that would require more fantasy and less reality. So I plan on when next I can use them as they were intended to be used.
Roger rog_wms@yahoo.com
22.12.06