My Hands are Tied, for Real

It's my second session with Vu and I'm almost completely restrained, in a chair, in a spare bedroom in his apartment. He's modified this chair exactly for this sort of thing. I'm sitting about 6 inches higher than the original seat on what I think used to be the platform for a rimming bench. Sort of like a horseshoe toilet seat. Whatever it was, he has complete access to my naked ass.

My ankles are cuffed, and the cuffs are held together with a carabiner, and then each cuff is chained to a chair leg. My right hand is inside a mitten which is taped shut and then a wrist cuff is secured tight to the chair arm. There's a belt around my waist that also goes around the back of the chair, and ropes restricting each thigh. Oh, and there's a collar around my neck, which is connected to the high back of the chair.

But my left hand is free, and he's got me jerking off my cock. My instructions are simple. Jerk my cock, get close, but don't cum. And tell him when I'm getting close.

Despite having use of my left hand there's no way I can get free, because the only thing I can reach is my right hand, but that wrist cuff is secured with a padlock. And I have absolutely no idea where the key is.

Unlike the first session about 10 days ago when he tied me to my bed without much warning, this time everything was explained and talked through in advance. This time, however, I said I wanted to have a 'safe word'. Vu hesitated a bit when I asked for this and explained that safe words weren't really part of his repertoire. He said it wasn't how he operated when training a sub, but said I could pick a word if it would make me feel better. For some bizarre reason I decided to use the name of an ex, Jeffery.

This whole session is happening because I asked for it, exactly two days after the first one. Vu gave me a one-time offer to text him a list of my sexual fantasies precisely 48 hours from the end of the first session, provided that I was committing to a second session.

My initial reaction had been to tell myself that I wasn't ready to subject myself to anything else like that. But in my heart I knew that wasn't really true. I knew I wanted to be dominated by him again. It was a weird mix of fear, anticipation, lust and need. It reminded me of the first few times I tried to get up the courage to walk into a gay bar.

It was only just as I was coming up to the 48 hour deadline that I found myself typing out a list of sex acts and hitting send on the text. He didn't reply for about 5 days, and the chicken-shit part of me was convinced that was a good thing. Then suddenly a text came back with a location, a date, a time and a list of preparation instructions.

Again the mix of emotions, convincing myself I should cancel, maybe simply not show up. I had to rearrange a work meeting to get to his apartment for Tuesday at 6:15pm and thought of using that as an excuse, but in the end I told my boss I had an appointment I couldn't change. I knew, deep down, that I was going to go through with the second session because I had so many questions for myself about why this was all having such an impact.

Vu has two fingers up my ass, and is playing with my prostate. Over the top of his head I can see a TV screen showing a porn video. The production quality seems a bit amateur (which it turns out is because it is, amateur) but it's keeping my attention. Most of the screen is a shot of a young, blond guy doing a great job of sucking the cock of a leather daddy. Blondie easily takes daddy's cock all the way to the base, but for the most part he's sucking the head and working the shaft with his hands.

The daddy cock shoots and most of the cum lands in Blondie's hair, but some on his face. Straight away another cock is on screen and Blondie starts right in on blowing the new guy. This video turns out to be a looped real of 10 or 12 blow jobs all ending in a facial. From time to time a beautiful latino guy comes into view and licks some of the cum off of Blondie's face, or joins in the cocksucking, but mainly it's about Blondie's blowjobs, and he really seems to be enjoying his work.

The video is still on cock #2 when I can feel I'm starting to get close, so I let Vu know, as instructed.

"On a scale of 1 to 10, where one is limp and ten is shooting, where are you now" Vu asks. "Nine would be very close to a point of non-return to stop yourself from cumming. Eight is really close but you know you can stop it.

"Seven" I say.

Vu pulls his fingers out and tells me to take my hand off my cock.

"Under no circumstances do any more jerking until I tell you to start again. The video is distracting me, not to mention this whole scene in general, so it's a good few minutes before my cock starts to go soft. It's ten minutes before I'm instructured to start again, and told to take it to "eight".

When I tell him I'm getting to eight he puts a finger up inside to feel the prostate, and with the other hand checks my taint. My guess is he can feel a measurable amount of extra tightness in the prostate from seven to eight. At nine it will begin to feel like the outer shell of a walnut, and full walnut at ten.

We stop again. As soon as I'm soft I'm told to start and go for nine, but absolutely not for ten. For the next half hour we're up and down to eight or nine, seemingly randomly with varying lengths of breaks in between. I tell him it's getting hard to be sure that I won't cum, so finally he tells me to shoot. It's one of the more intense orgasms I've had in years. I was expecting more ejaculate, but it was about my normal volume.

Most of my cum is on my hand and leg and Vu offers to scoop it into my mouth if I'd like to swallow it. I'm not sure if this is a genuine offer or a veiled instruction, so I figure I should accept the offer. It's saltier than I would have liked. Not at all like the Arab boy from years ago whose jizz I still remember as being the sweetest I've ever tasted.

I figured this was essentially the end of the session, but instead of untying me, Vu secures my left hand to the chair with the same setup as the right. Mitten, duct tape, cuff and padlock.

He lubes up a butt plug and appears to turn it on, because I hear a beep. It has some girth but goes in after only a minute of ass play. I like the bulbous shape of it, and it's sitting securely, so it's not going to be dropping out if I start getting loose.

Vu is on his phone, swiping through screens when I feel the plug start to vibrate. I guess it's controlled by an app. The pattern is random with some gaps, vibrations and pulses at intervals. I like it, but I wonder why he didn't use it during the edging session.

Next he attaches some sort of case to my balls. He goes through a range of settings. The most energetic one is annoying, but thankfully settles on a low grade buzz.

He's not done yet. He wraps a sort of sheath around my shaft and uses hooks and light chains to link it either side to my wrist cuffs so that my cock is suspended out in front of me. And, you guessed it, this one also vibrates. Actually it's a pulse, underneath, along the frenum which starts from the base and works it's way up to the tip. It feels amazing, and I'm starting to get hard. I'm mildly impressed by both the toys and myself for being hard again so soon.

Finally he reaches down for a vibrating wand that I didn't know was under the chair, and starts polishing my knob. This is honestly the most attention my cock has had in years. I consider myself lucky if I can get a bottom to suck me any longer than it takes to get hard enough to fuck him. And tops never even seem to notice that I have a cock. Now in fairness, that's largely because I have a very fuckable ass, so I can't really blame my favourite tops for just expecting me to be waiting ass up for them.

Clearly this session isn't going to be ending any time soon. I tell Vu when I think I'm getting to 8 on his cumming scale but he tells me to forget about that now and just cum. It has taken about 10 minutes, but sure enough I shoot a second, smaller load. But instead of stopping he just uses my cum to lubricate the wand and keeps polishing.

My third cumshot is small. The fourth, which takes forever, is dry. When he appears to be going for orgasm number five I think it's time to use my safe word, and calmly, but firmly look directly at him and say "Jeffrey".

"I'm impressed you made it this far without saying that", he says, but doesn't stop with the wand or turn off any toys. Instead he just adds more lube.

"JEFFREY, JEFFREY, JEFFREY" I say with force, but trying not to shout. "For the love of god, why aren't you stopping?"

"I agreed to let you have a safe word, but I didn't say I'd pay any attention to it." His tone is flat, and uncaring, but not sarcastic. He's just stating a fact, but isn't being evil. "Look, a safe word just delays the training. You're never really going to get the point if you know you can stop the exercise when you've had enough. Think about what our goal is here."

"This isn't really what I signed up for. I'm getting frustrated, and my cock is getting really sore."

"You have the power to make me stop", he says. "It's not about a safe word agreed in advance. You just have to figure out what it is I need to hear, and then I'll stop immediately. You're more in control of this now than you realize."

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about" right as a fifth orgasm hits. "Am I supposed to call you Sir, or Master, or say pretty please, or something like that?"

"It's never going to be about stereotypical porn dialogue. You're welcome to call me Sir, Master, Lord, or anything you like. Vu is also fine. It's not about that. It's about what you're saying and why. I asked you to give me a list of sexual fantasies in the text asking for the second session, and you came back with fucking, sucking, bondage, milking and so on, like some horny teenager who googled 'kinky stuff'. All of it generic, none of it relating to how you're feeling about submission."

He can see the look on my face is just confused, so he keeps going. "Think about why you wanted a second session. What did you actually enjoy about the first one, and what do you want to get out of this one?"

I want to figure this out before a sixth orgasm ruins my cock! "Ok, maybe I understand. Here's the honest truth, having you tell me exactly, simply, what to do that first time was a huge turn on. Not only had I never experienced that before, but I had no idea it was what I wanted."

"Better", he said, "now we're getting somewhere" but didn't stop with the damn wand. "Now tell me what you think submission means to you, or could mean to you."

It takes me a few minutes, and the sixth orgasm, but I realize I need to dig a little deeper inside myself and try to articulate what's really going on. "I hadn't wanted to necessarily admit this, even to myself, and I'm finding this embarrassing to say out loud, but I'm starting to realize that I actually want to be submissive. I'm craving giving up control because it feels really peaceful and relaxing when I don't have to make any decisions or be the one leading."

And with that he turns off the wand, and all of the vibrating toys one by one.

"Well done", he said. "There's still a little more for you to realize, but it's fine if we get to some of that in the next session or two. Plus my hand is getting tired. So we can stop here for today."

He starts to release me from the chair and tells me that Tuesdays at 6:15pm will be my designated time. Trainings will typically last 60-90 minutes, but I have to keep the whole evening free. There won't necessarily be a session every week, but I have to keep the time blocked off for him regardless.

The time slot is a bit annoying but I'm already thinking I'm going to tell my boss that I'm starting therapy and I have to leave early to get to my appointments. It's not far off the truth.

He tells me I can get dressed and leave but when I get to the front door my clothes aren't there. I had folded and piled them neatly as instructed when I first entered the apartment, but I don't see them now.

Vu opens the door and I can see he's put my stuff out in the hall, halfway down to the next apartment door. I'm standing there, butt naked, in the open doorway and I step out to go get my gear, but right as I pick up my clothes I hear the door close and lock behind me. Well, at least I know thIs session really is over now.

I'm fine with nudity. I don't mind standing naked in the locker room at the gym, or going to a nude beach, But I don't consider myself an exhibitionist. I'm not excited about being naked in a space that isn't designated for that, so I start getting dressed as fast as I can. And the suddenly I slow down, stop and laugh.

I've realize that Vu's apartment is at the very end of the hall. He can literally look out the peephole in his door and see everything, but no other apartment has the same set up. I have no doubt this was deliberate on his part. I don't know if he's watching, but if he is I decide I want him to know that he hasn't humiliated me, if that was his goal. There's only four doors in this section of hallway, so the chances of a neighbour discovering me naked are slim. But I don't prolong unnecessarily. I'm ready to head home, Shower, eat and sleep!