As I write this, and my cock and balls are constricted with leather straps and tied to my chair together with my left hand. My right hand has a leather cuff and restricting cord that gives me just enough movement to type with. Donna told me that I will not be released until I have finished writing this report of our latest BDSM session.
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"Right then" Donna said, "let's go play in the gym". My cock twitched expectantly, I knew that meant I was in for another bondage session and I wondered what she had in mind for me this time.
"Go down and be ready waiting for me" she said. I walked down the stairs and the basement and taking my clothes off, placed them in the corner and kneeled on the floor waiting for her.
A little while later I heard the sound of her shoes on the stairs and as I kept my eyes looking down at the floor, her feet came into view wearing red 'fuck me' pumps with five-inch heels. They stopped about four feet away from me and Donna told me that I could look up. As I looked up my cock twitched and started to grow. She was standing with feet apart and hands on hips wearing a leather G-string and a leather harness that framed, and pushed her generous tits forward.
"Good" she said, "I can see that you are ready - in more ways than one. Get down on your hands and knees" she ordered. I heard her behind me and then felt her fingers separate the cheeks of my arse then the coldness of lubricant as she wiped it first around, and then into, my back passage. A brief pause, and then I felt a butt plug briefly checked by my sphincter before forcing its way past and on up my arse.
Donna put her leg over me, and sitting astride, leaned back slightly, grabbing my balls with one hand and my hair with the other. "Crawl over to the gym bench" she said emphasizing the order with a hard squeeze of my bollocks. I hastened to obey her order and moved over to the total gym that I had recently acquired. I noticed that she had adjusted it to the first setting above horizontal and fitted extra handles top and bottom. (for those of you were not familiar with the total gym, it is rather like a big rowing machine with handles attached to wires. The difference is that it is stronger, and longer, and that the end with the handles is adjustable in height so that the effort to slide the seat along, and up, is increased due to your own weight. In addition other handles may be fixed on various parts of machine for other exercises.)
Getting off, Donna said "lay your back on the seat with your head at the bottom". I did as she instructed and she strapped leather cuffs around my wrists which she then clipped together and tied to the nearby handles leaving a little bit a slack for movement. She then placed more leather cuffs on my ankles which she connected together with a spreader bar, this again was tied with some slack, to the handles at the other end of the machine. To complete my helplessness, she pushed a penis gag into my mouth and buckled its strap around my head.
I was therefore laying on my back on the sliding bench with a butt plug filling my arse, my arms stretched above my head, clipped together and tied into place with some slack left for movement. My feet were similarly secured, with the spreader bar keeping them about three feet apart, and my mouth filled with a latex cock.
Donna now took a leather cock strap, part of which strapped my cock and balls, while another strap went around the shaft of my cock. Both were done up tight so that once an erection is achieved it cannot go down again. Next she strapped a parachute harness around my balls. this strong leather device is shaped roughly like a parachute with two leather straps leading off to two rings. Normally it is used with the man standing, and a weight connected to the rings will have the effect of gradually constricting his bollocks. I couldn't imagine how she planned to use it with me laying down - I was soon to find out.
Having clipped a thin rope to the parachute harness, Donna pulled the sliding seat that I was laying on, along and up its slide, until my fingers were level with the handles the my wrists were attached to and told me to support my weight. As the sliding seat was on a slight gradient, there were a few pounds pressure that I had to now support with my fingers. Having got me into that position I felt Donna tension the rope connected to the parachute harness and then tie it to the other end of the machine.
