Spandex Bondage Torment

Not long ago, I visited a good bondage buddy up in Wisconsin for a weekend of bondage mayhem. He surprised me with another visitor from the East Coast, and then told me that the two of them were going to tie me up and do what they wanted to me for the next two days. So I jumped in to my tightest Spandex catsuit, stretched out on a bed in the loft, and allowed my two bondage riggers to tie me into a very tight spread eagle.  That’s when things got really interesting…

After they had me stretched out and tied down, they let me flex in my bondage for a while to get used to everything.  Eventually, they each sat down on the bed and played with me for a while.  My friend knows how sensitive my nipples are when I’m tied in a spread eagle in tight Spandex, and spent most of the time gently rubbing his finger tips against them as his friend worked over my lower body.  Even though I wasn’t blindfolded yet, they were so good that I couldn’t hold my eyes open.  About thirty minutes later, my friend’s visitor went downstairs to get some more gear while my friend stayed with me and continued to play with my nipples.  He then told me that what they were going to do next was either going to blow my mind, or make me hate them forever.  Nothing like a little build up, right?

When his visitor came back upstairs, he was holding a small black leather bag and an old fashioned diving helmet.  The helmet was made out of thick rubber, glass, and steel.  After showing me what the inside looked like, they both grabbed my head and forced the diving helmet over my head.  It took a little work, but they eventually got the helmet sealed and locked on.  They explained that with the helmet sealed on like it was, it was completely air tight.  When they shut the glass face plate, the only air I would have to breath is what they chose to allow into the regulator attached to the end of the hose (you can see it in the picture).  So that I would believe them, they locked the glass face plate shut and held up the hose so I could watch them close the air valve.  Within only a few seconds, I ran out of air and began to slowly flex against my restraints for breath.  They graciously opened the airflow, allowing me to once again suck in massive amounts of oxygen.  As I was getting my breath back, I became intensely aware that this was the most helpless and vulnerable bondage position I had ever been bound in.  As is usual when I realize something like this, I became intensely aroused!

As the true nature of my bondage position was sinking in, the visitor grabbed something out of his bag.  It was a white piece of latex, which he placed on the inside of the glass face plate.  When he shut the face plate this time, the latex material had the effect of blocking out any and all light that would normally come through the glass.  I have never experienced a dark like that before.  Because nothing was touching my face, it had the feeling that I was locked into a massive dark room.  Again, the feeling of vulnerability increased ten fold.

For a while after the face plate was shut, nothing happened.  I struggled a little bit, but I knew there was no way for me to escape.  The only benefit of my struggling was that it caused the tight Spandex covering my body to rub against it ever so slightly.  It was the first time I actually thought that if allowed to struggle long enough I might be able to make myself orgasm.  But that thought was quickly pushed to the back of my head when I felt a pair of hands begin to massage and masturbate me through my skin tight Spandex suit.  And at that same exact moment, I feel the air valve being closed.  As excited as I had become, it only took a few moments for me to completely run out of air.  I began to fight my restraints, slowly at first, and the harder I fought against my bondage the more intense the massaging and masturbating became.  Just when I thought I was going to climax, I felt the air valve open back up.  As I sucked in massive amounts of air, the masturbating stopped immediately.

The full impact of their evil plan came to me in a flash.  For as long as they wanted to keep me tied up in this position, they were going to subject me to intensely erotic edge play; cutting my air supply off and taking me ever closer to a mind numbing orgasm.  And if I knew my friend as good as I thought I knew him, they were going to milk me completely dry when they did allow me to climax.  As soon as the full extent of my bondage predicament came to me, I called them a bunch of bastards.  The only thing this got me was another round of breath play and edge play, before I fully had the opportunity to recover from the first one.

As excited and turned on as I was, I was certain I was going to cum sooner rather later, causing my bondage torment to end well before they probably had planned.  Little did I know that my friend’s visitor was well skilled in the art of edge play, and had brought an evil array of tools with him to bring me back from the edge of certain climax dozens of times.

Evil bastards!

There is much more to this true bondage story, so stay tuned for Part II…

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