DAVID PART 2

"Fuck yeah! That was fucking great!" He gives me a tight hug for a few moments before his hand finds its way back to my dick.
I moan and desperately begin to hump at his hand. "Puuhhhhlllllea, Thir. Neeee doooo cummmmm!"
"Very hot, slave." Instead of grabbing my whole dick, he just runs his fingers across the head. This keeps my dick stimulated, but won't let me climax.
Out of frustration I start crying and thrusting my hips, "Puuuuuuhhhhhhlllllllleeeeeeeaaaa!"
"I don't know, slave. I was thinking we should wait until you're back at my place in the suit?"
I shake my head, "Nnnooooo, neeeee nooooooow."
"Hmmmm... I thought you enjoyed being locked in the suit though?"

I nod my head, "Yeeeeh, Thir."
"Well, have a strange feeling that once you get off, you won't want to play anymore?"
That's true. I guess for me once the cum is gone, the horniness for the bondage and control goes as well.
"Hmmm... So, you'll have to make a choice. Either waits until tomorrow when we're back at my place and you're securely locked in the suit again..."
My dick throbs at hearing that.
"...Or, I can get you off now..." He starts to slowly stroke my cock.
"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh"
"...but, your dick is going to be locked back up in the chastity cage."
I shake my head and cry again, basically grunting, "Nnn Nnn Uhh" But with each stroke my desire to cum becomes overwhelming and I start grinding my hips in time to his stroking.
"Uh huh. So I take it you want to cum then?"
Thoughts of being locked in the chastity cage crossed my mind, but I was too far gone. He had me right at the edge. There was no turing back now. I nodded my head. "Puuuuhhhlllleeeeaaaaa Thiiiirrrrr!"
"That's what I figured, slave." He stopped his stroking and went back to teasing the head.
I just grunt and whine.
I heard him laugh, "Ha! You must be very close?"
I frantically nod my head and try thrusting my crotch.
Just then his hand is gone. I feel him zip up the back side of the sleep sack and then he starts removing the hood.
I'm not quite sure what's going on but I begin whining again and when the gag is pulled out of my mouth, "Please, Sir. I really need to cum. Why did you stop?"

"Just to be a tease and hear you complain a little longer." He leans into me and brushes his lips against mine, then very lightly and slowly starts stroking my dick again. I open mouth and gasp and feel his tongue slip in.
"Oh gods please a little faster." I beg.
I can feel him smile. "Have you enjoyed being Dominated by me, so far?"
"Oh, Fuck yes! So hot."
"Do you think you'll want me to continue Dominating you... Be my leather bondage pet - locked in my suit?"
Fuck I am so fucking turned on right now, "Ugh. Yes, Sir! Please I just want to cum!" I'm damn near crying from it. Just then he picks up his pace and it gets me so damned excited.
"Okay, boy. You can cum."
"Ah. Oh. Oh." I can feel it building up. My body starts shaking. "Oh. Oh, my god! Oh fuck! Fuck!" And I go completely still as the first shot fires. My eyes were closed, so I'm not sure how much I shot, but it felt like my poor dick was ripped open. I started to yell and buck as he drains the rest of the load out of me. I was left in a deep euphoric state as he tucked my dick back into the sleep sack and zipped it up.
He pressed his lips against mine and we kissed for a few moments. "How was that?" He asked.
"That was fucking awesome!"
"I'd say! Look at the mess you made!" He laughs as he gets off the bed to get a towel and wipes down everything.
I look up and watch, "Well it has been three days." We both laugh.
He lays down next to me, lays one arm across my chest and kicks a leg over mine. Of course, now that I've cum, the excitement of being bound up in the sleep sack has worn off some. So I just lay there waiting, wondering if he's going to let me out.
He slides his hand all over my upper body, then grinds his crotch into the sack. I can feel his cock getting hard through the leather. "This is such a turn on. I've had a lot of fun playing with you."

I smile, "It has been fun and very frustrating."
He slides his hand down over my crotch. "Frustrating not being able to get off when you want." "Yeah."
"Yeah. I do love the control. Hopefully we can build up these scenes to the point where I can just take control whenever I want."
"Well as much as I love playing and being dominated by you, not sure I could go for that?"
"And that's what really turns me on about it!"
I nervously smile, "Well I do have a life, so I can't be dominated all the time. Every once in a while will definitely be fun."
He kisses me, "I'm a part of your life now and that part of your life belongs to me."
Still with a nervous smile, I don't respond, but think this is getting a little weird.
"You'll see... before long, you'll be begging to be my slave." He just winks and stares at me for a moment. "But for now... I do need to get going." He begins unstrapping all the belts around the sack and then unzips it.
I do notice that he has not locked the chastity cage back on me, but don't say anything... why push my luck?
He helps me out of the sack and tells me... "Roll the sack up. Put it and the rest of the gear back in my bag." I put all his gear away as he dresses and hand him his bag when he's done. As we're walking to the door... "Oh yeah! I almost forgot..." He digs through his bag and pulls out the chastity cage and hands it to me.
I have a puzzled look on my face and he notices... "When you're ready to play again. Lock yourself up and let me know." He gives me a wink and a devilish grin... kisses me goodbye and walks out the door.
"What a fucken relief!" I tell myself... so happy that he did not lock me up, but at the same time kind of turned on that he left me the cage. I set it down on the nightstand, climb into bed and go to sleep. And I did sleep well!!! Felt so good. All that writhing around in the sack must've exhausted me last night. Thinking about it is starting to get me hard. I look at the cage and quickly put it on, but don't lock the pad lock. I do like the feeling of my cock being trapped and straining against the cage, however I am glad that I can take it off and jerk off when I need to.

I lay in bed for another 30 minutes or so playing with my "locked" cock. I've worked myself up to the point that I can't stand it anymore, I free my dick and jerk myself off. I set the cage back on the nightstand and decide to take a shower and get my Saturday started. I am extremely glad that I am not under his control now and think to myself that I'm going to have to make sure he understands that if and when we play again, we're going to have set pre-determined rules and time limits.
I text him later in the afternoon...
Text: Thanks for last night and the passed couple of days. It was a lot of fun!
A few moments passed...
Dave: Yes, it was very fun! So, did you get yourself locked up yet?
Text: Ha ha. No I didn't.
Dave: I didn't think so. But I bet you've put it on and just left the pad lock open?
How did he guess that? I lie, don't want him to think he knows me that well...
Text: No. I haven't. My poor dick is afraid of that thing!
Dave: Hmmm... Did you jerk off this morning thinking about last night?
Text: Yes, of course. It was pretty hot.
Dave: Good, boy.
Text: So...
His next text cuts in before I finish...
Dave: When you're ready to submit again, get yourself locked in it and call me.
Text: Ok. But I ...
His next text interrupts me again...
Dave: I gotta go, a little busy.
Dammit!

Text: But I wanted to talk.
No response. Dam him!
I keep myself busy enough the rest of the day and into the night, that all the "fun" doesn't have a chance to cross my mind. I get home exhausted, watch a little TV and go to bed. The next morning I'm horned up, as usual. The first thing I see is that chastity cage staring at me from the night stand. I think about my poor dick being locked up in it. That pleasurable pain of my dick pushing on the cage trying to get hard, trying to break free. Unfortunately that thought has caused my dick to go completely hard making it impossible to put the cage on. I wonder if I can get my dick to go down just enough to get the cage on?
Just then my phone beeps...
Dave: Are you up yet pet?
My dick jumps when I read that. Ugh... "Fuck you!" I yell at my dick.
Text: Just waking up now.
Dave: Horny?
Text: Yes, of course.
Dave: Got the cage on yet? ;)~
Text: No, but was actually thinking about it... my dick is already hard though.
Dave: LOL Hmmm... Were you thinking about locking it on?
Text: No, not ready for that yet.
Dave: Why not?
Text: Because I'm not sure when you'll let me out!
Dave: Good. When you do, I want you scared, but so horny you're ready to submit again.
Text: And that's one thing I want to talk about...
Dave: What?
Text: You're too controlling and pushing my limits further than I wanted.

Dave: I thought you liked that?
Text: I liked playing and you dominating me, but I don't want it to go on so long.
Dave: So long? It wasn't that long. Don't you remember what you said Friday night after I got there?
Text: Yes, but I only said that because I was extremely horny.
Dave: Uh huh. I figured as much. Well, I'll have to try and be more sensitive to your needs then.
Text: Cool, thank you.
Dave: Feel better?
Text: Yes. A little bit.
Dave: Good. So lock your cock up.
Text: Now?
Dave: Yes, now. I was thinking of coming over later and want you horny and ready.
What the hell is he thinking? Did he not get what I just said?
Text: No, I'm not going to lock myself up now!
No response for few minutes...
Dave: Fine.
Text: You're not mad are you?
Dave: I am a little upset, yes.
Text: Why?
Dave: You're not being a very good slave.
Text: I don't want to be your slave... just sub for you.
Dave: That's not what you said the other night, but that's fine. Just let me know when you're ready to play again.

Text: Well I'd like to play, but I don't want my dick locked back up.
Dave: That wasn't the deal... lock your dick up so I know you're serious about submitting to me, otherwise we don't play.
Shit! What the fuck! What's wrong with this guy? ... A stupid question, isn't it?
Text: Yeah, ok.
Now I'm pissed and not in any mood to jerk off. I get out of bed and make myself some coffee and sit to watch some TV. I pretty much spend the entire afternoon on the couch before deciding I should probably take a shower. When I get in my room I notice that damned stainless steel chastity cage. My groin starts tingling and I think maybe it would be a good idea to put it on before I got too hard. I pulled my shorts down and quickly got the cage apart and my cock inserted into it. Ugh. I groan. Once again that hot feeling of not being able to get completely hard. I manage to wake myself from my little trance and grab a change of clothes and head for the shower. The rest of my evening is just as eventful as the afternoon, except for my cock being in the cage. Constantly going up and down; hard, to not so hard, to hard, to not so hard, forcing me to shift my seating position each time. At some point I figure out that tapping on the cage is enough stimulation to keep me hard all the time - painfully hard. About a half hour of that I decide I can't take it anymore and need to let myself out so I can jerk off.
I unzip my shorts and pull my caged cock out... but... for a few seconds I completely freeze. Trying to make sense of what I'm looking at. The padlock looks like it's locked!? I grab it and try to take it off and it won't. I immediately feel flushed. What the fuck happened? I scrunch over to get a better look to make sure it's not caught on anything. I again pull at it and twist... Nothing.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What the fuck am I going to do? First thing I think of, I'm going to have to text Dave. I've got the message entered into my phone and wonder if maybe I can just wait? So, I delete it without sending. The rest of the night was awful and I didn't get much sleep - I hadn't jerked off at all that day and was very horny. I was up fairly early the next morning, so I decided to text Dave before he left for work...
Text: Are you around?
I wait. And wait. And wait. After 10 minutes...
Dave: Just waking up... What's up?
Text: Yeah, I couldn't sleep... I need a favor?

Dave: Oh? What's that?
Text: Umm... I decided to wear the cage yesterday and at some point the padlock was accidentally locked.
Dave: What? When did this happen?
Text: I don't know? I put it on around 6pm, then took a shower, then watched TV. When I went to take it off it was locked!
Dave: That's so fucking hot!!!
Text: No, it's not. I need you to unlock it.
Dave: Hmmm... Maybe I can swing by later this evening?
Text: I need out now... Can't you stop by on your way to work?
Dave: You have the day off or something?
Text: No. Why?
Dave: Well there's not going to be any time to play then.
Text: I don't want to play, I just want this unlocked.
Dave: Ah. I see. Well sounds like you have a problem then.
Text: I know that!
Dave: No. No. I mean I'm not letting you out of the cage until I have you geared up and tied down again.
Text: What!? Why?
Dave: Like I said yesterday, let me know when you're ready to submit and we'll work something out.
Text: But this was an accident?
Dave: That's not my problem. Besides, I ordered you to lock yourself up yesterday, and you refused.... still upset over that.
Text: Please.

Dave: NO! Stop pestering me. Text me tonight, maybe I'll be in a better mood.
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! GOD DAMMIT!
Defeated, I get my day started and head off for work. The day isn't too bad, I manage to get through alright. Once home, without work on my mind, my focus falls on my locked dick. It's getting hard and I'm getting horny again. After an hour or so, I decide to text Dave.
Text: Busy?
Dave: A little.
Text: I'm sorry about yesterday. I know you wanted to lock me up, but I just wasn't ready.
Dave: Apology accepted.
Thank God! I think, he must be in a better mood.
Dave: But, I've decided I'm not letting you out.
What the fuck!?
Text: Why?
Dave: Because you need to be punished.
Text: For what?
Dave: Not doing what I asked.
Text: But, you're the one who originally told me that we would play again when I was READY.
Dave: Hmmm... You do have a point.
Text: Thank you.
Dave: However, now you're at my mercy and I'm enjoying it too much.
Text: Please!
Dave: I said, No! I know you're fine wearing the cage to work, so the only reason you want it off is because you're horny and want to jerk off.
FUCK!!!

Text: That's not true. I just don't want you to control me like this and the damned thing hurts!!!
Dave: It only hurts because you're hard and horny from not having control.
Text: That's not true.
Dave: Well then, this is your problem, not mine.
Text: What do you mean?
Dave: You locked the cage on, figure a way to get it off.
Text: What the fuck!? How am I supposed to do that?
Dave: Again, your problem, not mine.
Now I'm in disbelief...
Text: You can't be serious?
Dave: I am serious.
Damn! What am I going to do? I sit and think for a while and determine that maybe playing with him tonight wouldn't be such a bad thing.
Text: Okay fine... Come over, I am ready to submit to you.
There's a long pause....
Dave: At this point, that's not going to cut it.
Text: What do you mean?
Dave: Now you're going to have to convince me that you absolutely need me to control you.
Text: What? Why?
Dave: Because you've pissed me off.
Text: Please come over and let me out of this cage.
Dave: Nope. Try again tomorrow night... And don't bother texting me anymore, I'm ignoring your texts until then. Bye.

Text: Please don't!!!!
Text: Hello?
No response.
"Shit!" I yell at myself. After I calm myself down, I look at the cage to see if there's anyway to take it off myself... Short of hiring a locksmith, which I certainly ain't gonna do, there's no way it's coming off. The more I think about the conversation, the madder I get. "Fuck him!" I think, "He can't be serious about leaving me stuck in this? He's gonna want his cage back sooner or later." I try my damnedest to ignore the cage and forget about him, but it's not easy. The cage is stainless steel, so of course I can constantly feel it hanging on me and when I do get hard, its presence is only exaggerated. I do make it through the night and the next day at work. When I'm back home though, again, without the distractions of work, my horned up state has me thinking about him and being dominated by him. Several times I fought off the urge to hit send after typing in a text. I thought for sure he would text me, but never did. sleeping that night was extremely difficult - I must've woken up ten times.
When I finally did get up to get ready for work, I noticed a text on my phone from him...
Dave: Very impressed, slave. Don't hold out too long though, because as a punishment, when you do finally convince me to take control, you'll have to wait until the next day before we play.
My dick throbs when I read that, followed by complete frustration - a wave of depression flows through me. I cry while showering that morning. I went to work, only this time no amount of work was going to keep my mind focused. I went home at lunch time and just went to bed. I woke up from an anxiety attack and decided, I had enough...
Text: This all needs to stop. I don't want to do this anymore.
A half hour goes by before I get a response...
Dave: What's the problem now?
Text: I'm frustrated, depressed and having anxiety attacks... I've had enough of this and just want to stop.
Dave: Hmmm... Come over in an hour and we'll talk about it.
Text: No. No more talking. Just want out.

Dave: That's fine.
I don't even respond. I can't fucking believe this is going to be over and done with. However, it was a very long hour waiting around before heading over to his place. I was so nervous yet excited to be knocking on his door, and couldn't wait to get this damned cage off and be out of his life. However, those feelings were immediately flushed from my mind when I saw him, replaced by confusion at first, as I wasn't quite able to grasp such a sudden change of emotions. Then feelings of desire and lust overwhelmed me. I couldn't speak, or even move for several seconds as I soaked it all in.
He stood in the doorway dressed in his leather police uniform and I mean a full leather uniform; cap, jacket, tie, shoulder strap attached to a complete duty belt including a real gun, gloves, breeches with a cod piece and tall Dehner boots, hell even mirrored sun glasses! Now, I've worn this uniform before and loved it, but I've never seen him in it and all I can say is that the feelings I was having now are ten fold those of wearing it myself. I was so engrossed in the sight before me I could no longer even feel my aching caged cock.
He just stood there with a little smirk on his face - he knew he had me - "See something you like, boy?"
Only half out of my daze, "Holy shit! You look so fucking hot!"
He moves out of the way... damn the sound the leather makes as it stretches and creaks makes my heart skip... "Well come in so we can get that off of you."
The smell of the leather as I walk by him causes me to subconsciously lean closer and take a deep breath.
"So you want stop? Want it all to end?"
Not really sure what I want anymore, I only slightly nod in agreement.
"Well the key to the cage is right here on the key chain." He tilts his head motioning towards his right side, "Get it and unlock yourself."
I look and see a set of keys dangling off his duty belt to the right of the buckle. I slowly reach out towards his belt, hands shaking. I imagine being on my knees licking the leather belt instead. Fuck, all I want to do at this moment is completely surrender to this God. I can't say my mind was conflicted, but I was having serious doubts about what I wanted.
My hesitation annoyed him, "Well, boy. Do you want out or not?"

I pulled my hands away, "Do you think we could talk about it?"
"No. Either unlock yourself and go or get on your knees, kiss my boots and beg me to enslave you."
Still not sure, "Can I think about it?"
Now frustrated with me, he pushes me and pins me against the wall. He grabs my arms and quickly gets them securely handcuffed behind my back. He turns me around and pulls me along through his house and down into the dungeon.
A little worried by these sudden actions, I ask, "What are you doing?"
He pushes me face first onto the bed, pinning me down while forcing his sensory deprivation hood over my head.
I try shaking my head and screaming for him to stop, but the hood slides all the way on and the gag finds its way into my mouth. After locking the hood on he pulls me along again, this time across the floor to his cage.
"Yeah... you can think about it... All night long in fact. I'll be back in the morning to get your decision."