Plan 5Fiction Submitted by: Johnny
Saturday morning! It is two weeks since my Shemale cb was locked on. I am only half awake when the phone rings. "Plan 5. Repeat after me - Plan 5." Mistress's voice is clear and businesslike. Still very sleepy, I mumble. "Plan 5", and put the receiver down. I am apprehensive but realise that I am committed. Mistress and I have experimented with several scenarios. We have never actually played out Plan 5, but she is clearly expecting me to follow through her detailed instructions. It involves auto-bondage but as usual the final outcome is not prearranged and will depend on her whim. Mistress lives about two hour's drive way from my apartment of which she has a remote control for the garage and a key to the front door. Apart from the key to my cb, she also holds a number of other unique keys to my "toys". Plan 5 means I can expect a visit, but it might be anytime in the next 24 hours. I must prepare now, in case she arrives this morning. She insists on her instructions being carried out to the letter and also that my apartment is kept meticulously clean and tidy. Fortunately, I am naturally a tidy person, so the latter is not a problem. I get up and have a light breakfast, followed by a general clean and check round the flat. I use the toilet - sitting to pee has become second nature after many sessions in my cb. I take a shower, carefully clean round the cb and use the hairdryer and powder. As usual when locked up, I put on panties with an absorbent pad, followed by a long-leg panty-girdle. The latter ensures a nice clean profile over the Shemale belt. An hour has now elapsed since the phone call, and I must now follow the instructions in Plan 5. I am required to put on a bra which is filled with breast forms with rigid plastic shields. The shields ensure that my "breasts" are shapely, and prevent any fondling. Over that, I put on a spandex body suit which covers me from ankles and wrists to a high neck. It has a rear zip with a ring which I do up with difficulty. I pause to admire my new profile. I have a fairly slim waist and now have a nicely feminine figure. The bed has been stripped down to the mattress and covered with a latex sheet. I check that the several eye hooks at top and bottom are secure. I take several "toys" from a cupboard, including several padlocks which click shut and are identical except for individual keys which Mistress holds. To the hooks at each corner of the bed, I attach short cords with rings on the ends for padlocks. I lock on wrist and ankle cuffs. The ankle cuffs are shackled together. I prepare my leather helmet, which has no eye openings and small foam pads to cover the eyes. Openings for the nostrils provide adequate breathing. It has a collar which will be locked around the neck with a padlock at the back. I also select a small gag. I check very carefully that everything I will need is within reach from the bed and rehearse in my mind exactly the Plan 5 procedure. I know that Mistress will punish any mistakes. All is now ready. I sit on the bed and attach the ankle shackle with a padlock to one of the cords at the foot on the bed. Already, I know that I cannot move away from the bed. I put the gag in my mouth and pull the helmet over my head. I feel around to check that it is comfortable over my eyes. The helmet covers the top of the body suit. The blackout is total. No hint of light is visible. I check carefully that my breathing is unobstructed. I close and lock the mouth zip, then secure the straps at the back of my neck and use another padlock through the straps, making it impossible to remove either the helmet or the body suit. Finally, I lie back and use one hand to lock the other wrist to a cord at the head of the bed. This completes the Plan 5 instructions. A slight shiver runs down my spine at the thought that, despite still having one free hand, there is now absolutely no means of escape and I lie back and rethink what I have done. Too late now for any second thoughts. For many years I have practised auto-bondage, but have always had to leave myself an escape route, however difficult. This is different. There is no way out. I do not have any of the keys. I have experienced spread-eagle before, but always have been tied up by someone else, agreed how long the session would last, and known that they will eventually release me. I resign myself to my fate. I savour the constriction of the leather around my head and I feel the rigid shape of my breasts and my smooth crotch. I have no idea when Mistress will come but I am reasonably comfortable. I can only try to relax and try not to measure time. Inevitably, I wonder what Mistress has planned. Is she coming this morning? This afternoon? Later? I start to worry. It's a busy highway from her home. What if she is in an accident? Panic sets in, but I know I have to resist it. She will come. But when? I loose any sense of time. After what seems like several hours, I hear the sound of a car entering the garage and soon the sound of a key in the door, but instead of it opening, the key noises continue. My heart stops. I had forgotten to warn Mistress that the lock was temperamental. Eventually, I hear the door open and I relax again. But I hear the sound of several footsteps. More than one? It is quite some time before I sense someone in the room, but who? How many? I know that Mistress will check each item to make sure that I have followed the agreed plan and that I am truly secure. However, I am very surprised when someone lies beside me on the bed. I hear two clicks. Then I feel my free wrist being locked to something. Whoever it is lies still. I hear someone go out, the front door close and the car leave the garage. I have no idea who is still with me - nor what they might do next. This isn't in the Plan 5 script! I am entirely at the mercy of a totally unknown person. He/She doesn't speak, and I find that my "free" hand is now locked to theirs. They move my hand towards their head. I feel a helmet like my own. No eye holes, mouth zipped up with a lock. My visitor cannot see and presumably cannot speak if they also are gagged. We are therefore unable to communicate and in any case the rule in all Mistress's scenes is total silence. I feel their body which seems also to be encased in spandex. They move my hand to their breasts. Hard cones reveal little but under their body suit, I feel a hard band around their waist and crotch and I realise that they also wear a cb. We are both locked up in the same identical way. This is bizarre! I am wearing a cb, spread-eagled, bound, blind and gagged with an unknown person of undetermined sex similarly bound with me. We cannot speak and our bonds prevent further exploration of our bodies. We instinctively move so that our crotches rub together in their cbs and we both sense the other's intimate presence. Very erotic. What is Mistress's plan? When will she return? I lie with this bound stranger for perhaps an hour or more - it is difficult to guess how long. Are their thoughts similar to mine? What would we do if we had our freedom? Who is it? Instinct tells me that they are female, although I cannot be sure of this. We are both about the same size, both have fairly narrow hips. I can feel no positive evidence of gender. I imagine her as fairly young. I give her a hug with our "free" arms which is reciprocated. This is the full extent of our intimacy. I would like to kiss her but our helmets and gags prevent this. I am very conscious that my cb is preventing an erection. Eventually, a car and more jiggling with the lock and this time there seems to be only one set of footsteps towards the bedroom. I hear sounds of unlocking, but it is not my locks which are removed. The stranger moves away from the bed. Footsteps, door closes, car...... I am again alone. Still locked to the bed. I lie back to try to assess the experience I have just been through. What had started as a bondage game has become something much more intense. Who was "she" and why did she seem to obey Mistress implicitly? Does Mistress have other slaves? Eventually, I realise that Mistress may not return today and hope she has left me a means of escape. I feel around and find a small box containing several keys. Which is which?
Saturday morning! It is two weeks since my Shemale cb was locked on. I am only half awake when the phone rings. Mistress is calling to arrange a new scene with her. The next one will be Plan 5. It will involve auto-bondage and another person whose identity I will never be allowed to know..................
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