Quick FYI: The video embedded below is super crappy quality – I have an HD version that I am uploading, but our internet connection is laughably slow and needs an upgrade, so it’s going to take most of the night to upload to Blip. I’ll swap it out once it’s finished! :)
So by now, everyone knows that my leather sleepsack is my favorite place in the world to be :-D Daddy Tony will come home, and I’ll just give him that look, and he knows exactly what it means, I wanna go in the sack. Sometimes he’ll just put me in it with just the straps on the bed, sometimes he’ll strap, lace, and strap it down so tight I can’t move a muscle – he gets to choose, “Because WHY?!”, I can hear him saying, “… because I’m the Daddy.”
So on Sunday the 6th, we had the cot and sack out from our playing the previous evening, Daddy put me in the sack on the cot, and tied it down with the red rope. It felt awesome, like always, my favorite part being the cinching of the laces – I moan every time, hehe! It goes from restrictive, to REALLY restrictive at that moment, so it’s sort of like going up the first big hill of a roller-coaster – there’s really no turning back now.
I was gagged with a leather plug gag to start with, and then Daddy put the Asylum Hood on my face, then went into the other room to let me stew for a little while. Well, he didn’t fasten the top of the hood very well, and I was able to use that to my advantage. This is where the video starts.
I’m able to get it most of the way off, but then when it gets down by my neck, they both get wedged, and it becomes just like a posture collar – I now can’t move my chin down and I can’t wriggle it back up either. So even if I wanted to try and ‘reset’ before Daddy came back, I can’t now.
Daddy comes back, laughs, and then gags me twice as tight, then puts the mask back on and hand gags me for a bit. Then the torment began.
I hadn’t cum in over a week at this point, and we just had a really fun evening with Padlock and Mark the night before (post on this coming soon!!), so I was ready to explode pretty much at any moment. Daddy Tony took his time tormenting me, jerking off my bound cock and balls with his hand covered in silicone lube, and I writhed and moaned in futility and happiness.
Daddy Tony is very good at reading my dick and telling when it’s about to shoot, and will usually stop right before I’m just about to say something to him, warning him. After a while though, I got really really close, and I told him that – he kept going. I knew he hadn’t said, “You can cum now.”, so I wasn’t going to cum, but he kept going. Thinking maybe he didn’t hear, I said it again, and then once more much more frantically, as I was trying to hold back shooting my load with all of my might. “I heard you.” Two more strokes, and he stopped. I came so close to shooting, it was so hard to hold it back, but I managed.
Wanting to come worse than ever at this point, Daddy Tony went to move the camera off the tripod so that he could get a handheld shot for when he finally was going to let me shoot – knowing that the battery on the camera was getting low. Of course, right when he did that, the battery died. So Daddy Tony tormented me for at least another 30 minutes before letting me finally shoot my week-long pent up load. It was awesome.
Next time we’ll make sure that we have the charger for the camera nearby!