Bear Slave

It has been awhile since I’ve greased up my cock and slid it into that cold, relentless, steel tube, tucked my balls under that metal grid of the surrounding cup and pulled that rigid waist belt securely around to rest just above my pelvic bones. The rubber coated cable pulled snug up between my legs and ass cheeks. It’s cold metal slowly starts to warm up as I push the belt into the ratchets...one, two, and three. The third notch hits the spot, so very snug it barely shifts position, almost inescapable now. I will then hand the keys over, and they will disappear. Sometimes into a pocket, a timed safe, or hidden somewhere unknown to me. There is a few minutes of me moving around, testing it. I am still free to pop open those ratchets and emote it. I’m almost there, but not quite. I have to decide to push that locking mechanism in place. I have to make that final commitment.

Layers of cuffs and chains securing my individual limbs across @seabondagesadist's Cravat bondage frame. Additional chains run between my body and the bars of my cage, limiting my range of movement and allowing only the smallest shifts in position. It wasn’t so bad at first, until Sir turned out the lights and went back to working upstairs. Struggling was pointless, I would stay locked in this exact position until Sir decided otherwise.