Sleep evades me.
Like the night before Christmas when you were a child, hoping that Father Christmas had come and bought you just what you wanted.
Except it wasn't quite like that. This was no toy train set that I wanted, this had been a fantasy, a desire, a longing, for many years that I can remember. This time it was different.
The research had been done. A quiet place in the sand dunes on the East Coast, where there weren't too many visitors, hardly any. But still with the added frisson that we might be discovered. I also had Mistress there to keep me safe. We had been through all the consent and agreed what to do. As this was the first time out of what I hoped would be many, I didn't want to take it too far.
My watch tells me differently. It says that I had a fair sleep, which included a good period of deep-sleep.
The car had been packed the night before, and it was to be at an early start to get to the sand dunes before people were stirring. Not as I had seen any on my trips to check out the place.
Things over the years, from being a teenager had led up to this moment.
As a teenager, I had sneaked out of the house in the middle of the night to the top of the garden, where no one went and dug a shallow body length hole behind the popular trees. Laying down naked, trying to cover myself with soil I had removed. Certainly didn't get to where I wanted, that is completely covered from head to foot. But the feel of the soil moist on top of me, the touch on all of my skin, the cool ground took me somewhere else.
As all young men, it didn't take long to play with things that I shouldn't, that really should be left to savour. As soon as I came, I tidied things up and went back inside. With age, I understand some of the frustration that women encounter with men and their attempts to please.
One of the next memories was on the rocks, near the beach at Trebarwith in Cornwall. Some kids were playing in the sand where, when the tide came in, the sea wrapped around the large lump of rock and flooded up towards the cliff. There, a group of young children has started digging a large long hole, the sand slightly damp. When it was deep enough, one of the lads jumped in and covered his body with a large towel. The rest of the boys covered the towel and made the sand look as it was before they started digging.
It was a long time before I could move from the rock as my member stood up to attention with no sign of subsiding for a long time. The tide had already started to come in, and my mind was exploding at the idea of being trapped, buried alive and swamped in water.
After that, when working for a community art project, I played with exchanging skills, so I could do some performing of my own fire, eating and breathing, and I decided to try out the Human Ostrich show. There was nothing spectacular, I had found the base of the vacuum cleaner, basically a large bucket on wheels. Putting a cloth hood on, which covered the whole of my head without holes, I got the audience to fill the bucket with sand, my head firmly planted in it. I could move around, do head stands, and other semi-acrobatics poses, while the audience wondered if I would ever come up for air. As the sand was dry, I found it very easy enough to breathe. The cloth hood stopped the sand from going into the holes it shouldn't and shortening the performance.
So here we are, driving quietly over the Wolds to the remote car park. Not a word passes between us. The energy is electric.
Arriving, I quickly look round, pick up Mistress' bag, spade, cloth hood, and pocket CPR mask. I walk to the spot in the dunes where there is a hollow about as deep as our head, but then fully covered from being overlooked by the marram grass on the top of the dune. The sand is dry and smooth.
Mistress, stands quietly, looks straight at me, without a word. I take my clothes off carefully, folding each item neatly and placing them in a pile on the sand. Standing naked, save for the Mistress' favourite chastity cage. Avoiding direct eye contact, I provide Mistress with a place to sit and open a basket of things for her to eat and drink.
Sitting down, she nods her head and I start to dig. I hadn't realised how painful placing your foot on the top of the blade of the spade in order to dig down deeper was in bare feet. Each spadeful cuts deeper into the arch of my foot. Putting the sand carefully on either side of the hole, so it's easy to push back in. The hole is just below my knees, I look to Mistress to see whether I need to dig deeper. No sign given.
So I continue to dig, at the end where the bottom half of me will be. As I dig, the sand is colder yet my body is beginning to glisten with sweat from the exertion. The sand is starting to feel damper and sticks together when shovelled on top of the piles of sand around the hole.
Mistress can see that I am turned on just by digging the hole. She claps her hands and I stopped digging. Standing in the hole, which is now above my knees, I stand to attention. Mistress hands me the CPR mask. I want to be able to stay under as long as possible, so removing the pressure of the sand from my mouth and nose should reduce the anxiety. I'll place it over my head and adjust the straps so it is a close fit. Then the thin full face hood down to the base of my neck.
Mistress gets up, walks around me, inspecting my body, making sure that I had followed her instructions on how to be presented. Stepping behind me, I hear her opening her bag. Next a cuff is placed on my right wrist and tightened to a close fit with a sharp tug. The same on my left hand. They are connected behind me by a rope that is securely wrapped and knotted around my middle. I will not have any access to my cock. No chance of playing with myself under the sand, though I'm sure she will be able to see that if I did.
She spends a while longer looking at me before opening my feet wide and pushing my head forward to bend over. I bend my knees. The next thing I feel is cold lubricating gel on my anus. Then a firm push as the plug touches the outer sphincter, it is reluctant to open. A harder push as Mistress grabs my shoulders, it goes deep inside me. I'll let out a quiet whimper.
Next, my ankles are manacled together. I shuffle down to one end of the hole. Getting down there is no gentle affair. Though the bonds were not excessive, movement was not easy and certainly not graceful.
Just at that moment, a dog's head peered at the top of the dune, looking down on the scene. We freeze… waiting to see or hear the owner. The dog stands there looking into the hole without making a sound. Moments later the dog runs off to its master. I start breathing again.
Mistress started the task of putting the sand back in the hole on top of me. The thump as the first pile of sand landed on my body and ran round my legs, filling the gaps. The more the sand the more secure it felt. The grains rollover my body and seem to search for every space to fill. Till there was a point I could not move my legs at all. The feeling of weight and constriction starts my pulse racing in the anticipation of the sand covering the rest of me.
Slowly moving up the body she continues to throw spade load after spade load on me, now gaining a steady rhythm. Each time a new sensation of weight, feel, pressure, changed with each spadeful. As the sand lands around my waist the weight forces my penis down tight against my waist. At this point I feel able to escape, nothing could be further from my mind.
The shovels of the sand on my chest, push the air out of my body. I try to refocus my breathing and make it shallower. Mistress takes no notice of my change in breath but continues to cover my body deeper. As my chest begins to be covered I realise that there is no possibility of moving from the sand that packs tighter and tighter round me.
By this time I can't move anything below my neck. Mistress stops, looks at what she had done so far, and then proceeds to trample down the sand she'd already covered me with. Each push compacts the sand tight around me, making it impossible to move even with enormous effort. I groan with each stamp, feeling that the sand is compressing my body to half its size.
Mistress stops - having brushed the dry sand over the area she had covered, the only evidence of anything being there was a hole at one end, where my black hood was visible. After what seemed like an age, the sand starts to trickle down by the top of my head and around my ears. Bit by bit the feeling of sand holding my head in place grows stronger. I start to feel the weight of the sand travelling over my eyes, pushing them closed. My neck is covered, and I can feel the pressure gently wrapping around me as sand fills the hole. Sound is muffled. All I can hear is my heart beating and my breath starting to speed up, though my chest struggles to rise and fall. In no time at all, the head must be completely covered. I can't see a thing, just blackness.
The feeling of helplessness, the constriction of the compacted sand, sends my mind into overload. My chastity cage is severely tested as I am about to explode. The chain mail of the cage digging into foreskin as it demands to be let out, with nowhere left to go, the pain makes it all the more glorious.
All I can hear is the thump of the sand as it lands on my head. I have no idea of how much sand is on top of my face, but I start to concentrate on my breathing, starting to slow it down, and my heart, though still thumping as if it was trying to escape my ribcage, is slowing down to a more normal rate.
Then, with a muffle, is Mistress' voice, "I'm going to leave you here to your pit. It was your wish to be left like this and be placed here. So… I might return… I might not. I need something hot to drink. I will bury your clothes so they're not taken whilst I'm away." Then silence.
I had no idea what would happen next. I had what I wanted for so long. My body is exploding with sensations. Yet, I had not expected to be left… indefinitely.
My heart starts to race, and my breathing feels harder. I can't move the bottom half of my body, and because Mistress had bound my hands to my side, I can't move my hands up to push out of the sand. I try to move my head, but there is little I can do, as the sand around my neck is compacted. I am exactly where I want to be, helpless, reliant on someone else for whatever happens next.
I am starting to have a major panic, my body pinned, my sensations in overload, and now left. The plug fires up and starts buzzing. Is that on a timer or a remote? How far could it be remote controlled from? At that point I didn't care as the plug started to move up-and-down deeper into me. Then there is a shock, it doesn't hurt as much as send a wave right the way through my body. I wasn't prepared for that. The plug is relentlessly doing its thing and there is nothing l can do. I have something up my ass that seemed intent on borrowing deeper into my body than anyone has ever been before.
My chastity cage is all but exploding and, without warning, my body shakes and explodes, I am convinced that someone on the surface would see the sand move. Coming harder than I ever have before. I can hardly catch my breath as the weight of the sand bears down on me and I scream out with a low primal growl. I am completely out of control and it won't stop. My breath, I try to control. Eventually slows down, exhausted, I listen to my heart rate slow, still thumping against my compressed ribcage. I fall asleep.
A jolt wakes me, I feel the anal plug fire up and the jolts send shocks that set my body tingling. This time it is a slow pulse. I am desperate for it to fill me, push me to another orgasm. I can't move anything to make it deeper or harder or faster. Just being edged, wanting to come, but no way to do anything about it.
Without warning, it stops.
Time after time again it sends me to the edge of orgasm, yet just as I am about to come … I am exhausted, disorientated, and struggling to remember where I am.
I have no idea of time, how long I have been buried in the open. I feel cold, fresh air on my legs and the temperature changes slowly further and further up my body ending with my head.
Mistress wraps a blanket round me and holds me whilst I just weep, with tears off, I don't know what. I have waited for so long, so many ideas, so many fantasies.
There are so many ways to extend this and share those with my Mistress' Ideas as well. We will see…I have waited this long. What would you want if you were me?