First Session Nightmare

story continued from part one

Part 2: Nightmare Continues

You would think that getting knocked out unwillingly while bound, gagged and caged in a strangers attic would be the low point of your first real bondage experience. Turns out, waking up was worse. Trying to shake off the overwhelming groggy haze was quickly replaced by panic as I realized my helpless situation was the same even though everything else had changed. I was now completely alert to my surroundings with my eyes wide open, however, I found everything remained completely dark. A leather blindfold was attached to the harness that was still tightly secured around my head. At the same time, my attention was focused on the annoying white noise being pumped into my ears through large headphones placed on top of the head harness.

Next, I noticed that not only was I tied in a different position than before, but my outfit also changed as well. The black fishnet tights were the only piece of clothing I was still wearing that I had on when I arrived at this guy’s house. A tight latex body suit was now covering the rest of my body along with a pair of elbow length latex gloves over my hands and forearms leaving my head and fishnet-clad feet as the only parts of my body not encased in rubber.

How I got into this suit while I was knocked out I had no idea, but those details were quickly forgotten as I realized I was laying on my stomach in a hogtie, with my arms behind me folded on top of one another in a tight boxtie, with ropes circling my chest and arms above the elbows and cinched in the middle with my wrists tied to the chest harness firmly holding my arms in place midway up my back.

Both legs were folded into a frog tie with ropes around my shins and thighs that held the heels of my feet tight against my butt. My ankles were tied together with a rope that ran up and was tied to the chest harness and tightened to the point that my knees and shoulders were held just off the ground. Movement was limited to a slight rocking chair motion back and forth and when I finally gained enough momentum to roll onto my side the heels of my feet banged against the sidebars of the cage quickly knocking me back onto my stomach. I groaned loudly at the realization that I was still in the cage and even if I was somehow able to free myself from this ridiculously tight hogtie, I would still be helpless.

After laying still for a few minutes and gathering myself I began to struggle, looking for a knot I could untie with my hands but a large amount of sweat had built up in the gloves and the tightness of the boxtie only allowed the tips of my fingers to just touch the ropes that were tightly coiled around my wrists. My captor had done well to leave no knots within my limited reach and even if I did find one my gloved fingers would be unable to grip it well enough to untie it.

As I was struggling with the ropes, out of nowhere I felt footsteps near me walking in a slow circle around the cage. I froze fearfully for a moment, worried about what was coming next and then felt relief as I told myself that it must've been several hours at least since I got here and I have no idea how long I was out for so he must be coming to let me go. Finally, this is over!

I began mmpphhing into the ball gag that was still secured deep in my mouth, I also wiggled my hands and feet back and forth as kind of a surrender signal like, alright, I'm stuck. Please untie me! He stood over me watching and admiring his work for what felt like five minutes before the headphones lifted off my ears leaving behind a dull ring that faded to sweet silence in place of the loud static hissing the headphones had been playing.

"Still trying to escape? Let's put a stop to that right now." His voice was low and had a tone of disappointment and anger. I felt a zip tie being placed over the palm of my right hand and he wrapped it around my upper forearm, then tightened it down so my hand was held down and open against my left elbow and the same was done to the left hand leaving me completely unable to use my hands or fingers at all to try and free myself. Next, I felt a tug on the rope that connected my ankles to the shoulder harness, it was yet another rope being tied to the top of the cage holding me in place on my stomach ensuring it would now be impossible to roll over or change positions at all.

"Let's be perfectly clear boy, you are my rubber slave now. Go ahead, continue to struggle, I love it when they fight but let me assure you right now. You will not get out of that unless I decide to let you out."

The headphones were aggressively put back on my head filling my head with the irritating sound of static. As every thought in my mind was trying to get me to act, struggle, yell, Anything at all! But my body remained still. Completely restrained and locked inside a relatively small cage. There was nothing I could do. This man who I just began talking to hours earlier was in complete control and I went straight back to the feeling I had when I first stepped in this lunatics house. Feeling like I was out of my body watching it happen to someone else. I should've left back then while I still had the chance. Now it's too late. I was truly helpless.