I arrive at the house of the man I’ve been chatting with for a little over two weeks. We met online looking for mutual pleasure; he had what I wanted, and I was what he was looking for. I knock on the door, and a man in his late fifties answers.

“You must be my new toy tonight,” he says with a hint of excitement in his voice. “Tonight, you’ll call me Master.” He steps aside and gestures for me to come in. I follow, trying to keep my nerves in check. I take a seat when he tells me to, not wanting to make a bad first impression after all. “So,” he says, opening a few boxes and setting the contents out in front of me, “what would you like to do? What kind of things do you like to have done?”

I scan the display, eyes agape with wonder. “I’ve always wanted to be tied in a straitjacket,” I admit, a little shyly. The thought of the canvas texture and the tight binding of the jacket made my heart begin to flutter. Master continues to pull out different toys from dildos to gags to chastity cages. My eyes dart towards a leather mask, and my imagination starts to run wild. It’s detailed, with attachments I don’t fully understand, but I can’t look away. “Could we use this too?” I ask glancing up at him.

He paused, giving a small, approving smile. “I wasn’t expecting you to be open to this so quickly,” he says as he retrieves matching pieces. “But yes, we can.” He pulls out a few more things to show. Nothing else could catch my attention quite like the other two. He sets aside the equipment we decide to use and brings me back to the bedroom.

The atmosphere shifts the moment we step into the room. Something has changed from the man that I had first seen out in the previous room. He looks at me differently now. More focused, more controlled. “Take off your clothes,” he says with no hesitation in his voice. My nerves flicker as I begin undressing, already getting hard from the anticipation. “Now it’s time to make you into my little play thing, let’s start with the straitjacket,” he says as he helps guide my arms in its sleeves. The material is firm but not uncomfortable, and as the straps tighten, I feel both secure and exposed. The sensation is unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. “Next,” He says as he lifts the mask into place. The world narrows as it settles over my head, muting my senses. The leather gently caresses my face as he tightens the laces. I feel enclosed, in my own world, subservient to his every demand. Is this the subspace that I’ve read about? While Master is still behind me I hear him whisper in my ear “Open.” I already know what he means as I begin opening my mouth. He pushes a gag in my mouth filling it with the taste of leather. I begin to salivate as I hear four snaps. I can no longer push the gag out; it’s been secured in place. Finally Master places a blindfold over my eyes. Darkness envelopes me as I hear the snaps of the blindfold securing it. I am now totally in Master’s control.

He begins gently caressing my legs as I stand there bound, gagged, and blindfolded. I let out muffled moans as his gentle touch makes its way up towards my cock. “Oh look what we have here, you’re already leaking and we just got started.” Master says to me in a demeaning tone. He begins stroking slowly, edging me. As the pleasure heightens, my moans become louder, begging, let me cum ... let me ... please. “You’re not allowed to cum until I decide you can cum,” Master orders. He pushes me onto the bed, and I begin to feel something at the buckles of the straitjacket. I realize he is tying me down; now he’ll be able to have his way with me. The excitement is almost overwhelming. I begin leaking more with each rope added. Once fully restrained, Master looks at me unable to speak, unable to move, unable to see. “Are you ready to fully become my toy, my little cum dumpster?” He asks me.