X FRAME - PART I . . .

 

 

 

Mistress Mandy stood before me with her hand on her hips as I followed her every direction. She was hot as hell before all those layers of skintight latex and vinyl, but now, in her full Mistress outfit, she couldn't be any hotter! She would command and I would do what ever she told me, without question or hesitation . . . she was my Mistress, my Goddess, my Everything.

 

I'd already shaved, showered and fought my way into the leather body suit she custom ordered for me. I've never seen so many custom features I didn't fully understand in my life. Every few inches inside of the suit, there were smooth metal rivets that ended up pushed hard against my skin . . . everywhere . . .

 

When I mentioned shaving, I wasn't just talking my face. Mistress commanded my whole body be shaved this time so I could fully feel the embrace of the leather body suit she paid so much for. It took a long time because I've never done that before. Since Mistress Mandy wanted that . . . so its what I do.

 

Standing against the leather X Frame mounted to the wall, it was tricky finding a way to add the straps on my ankles without falling forward. I finally discovered to go ahead and do the rest of the wide leather straps tightly holding my upper thighs and ass firmly against the leather of the X Frame.

 

Then, doing the two at the middle of my thighs, the two just above and below my knees, middle of my claves and do the ankle ones last. Am sure you're wondering why my Mistress doesn't just do these straps? Yes, it would be easier, but she had decided long ago that the making me helpless process is too tedious and below her . . . It was the duty of a Slave and I'm the Slave.

 

Mistress Mandy told me this, years ago and ever since, it's been my job to helplessly bind myself however she sees fit. Then and only then, once we both know for sure, I could not free myself without her help, then she steps in to Tease, Torment and Punish me for as long as she wants.

 

It's a unique Master Slave relationship where I do most of the tying up work, but then she never fails to deliver with her even more unique forms of Torture. We also have a 'No Safe Word' agreement from years ago.

 

As her Slave, I've agreed once I'm done binding myself helpless, in whatever form or position she's chosen, that she can do whatever she wants to me for as long as she wants. Mistress Mandy asked me once, "You want me to take charge, to be 100% in control of your helpless body, right?" I said "Yes Mistress Mandy"

 

Then came her very logical question that has led to our 'No Safe Word' agreement. "Then Slave, tell me, how exactly am I to be 100% in control if you always have a way to stop me?" . . . Debate Won . . . Points go to Mistress Mandy . . . No Safe Word it is.

 

I am enjoying the tightness of this custom leather body suit, hugging every shape, curve and crevice of my body, but not too happy about the pressure it's causing against my chastity cage currently locked over my cock and balls, forcing my slowly growing cock into a painful downward curve as always.

 

This cage was not on when we did all of the measurements, so the leather doesn't have as much room in the crotch area as needed, meaning I had to force it in the best I could. Again, no help from Mistress Mandy, its Slave's job to prepare one's self for his Goddess.

 

Mistress seems to be getting impatient, as she's starting to tap the platform toe of her black vinyl thigh high boot. Tightly laced from the top of her foot to just below her red latex skirt. Between the tapping and her starting to stare more at the clock then me, it's my signal to step it up so the punishing can commence!

 

"Now Slave, do the straps for your waist, stomach and chest . . . if I test them later to find you didn't make them the tightest you could, I will be kicking you so hard in your balls they may just end up inside out." . . . and this is why I follow her commands . . . the alternatives she describes are always worse then what she commands me to do in the first place.

 

Not only did I tighten them extra tight this time, just like all the straps on my ankles and legs, I also let as much air out as I could as I pulled, helping me to get a few extra holes before buckling them closed.

 

Mistress has never pushed so hard on the tightness of the straps like this . . . she must have extra special plans for me this time . . . so I don't want to let her down or fail her in any way . . . extra tight she commands, extra tight she gets . . . even if it makes breathing a little tougher.

 

Pretending she has on a watch, she glances her wrist, as I'm still not performing her requests fast enough. I must do better, I will do better, and it must be done faster. Mistress had me hang the balance of items she planned to have me complete my self-bondage with, on hooks all within arms reach once I started to strap myself to the X Frame.

 

There was the wide leather collar with rings on both sides. I strapped it around my neck, also just as tight as every other strap. "Slave, now put on your head harness with the pump gag attachment, and make sure it's tight as it can go. If I find out later I can make it tighter, I'll be pumping it up to 20 and be leaving you for the night."