Chapter 2

The vacuum bondage experience is like no other. One must keep in mind, safety first. Never try this alone, always have a safety person on hand as this is extremely dangerous. Autocratic affixation is out of bounds! There aren’t a lot of places that sell vacbeds as they are worried about liability despite their disclaimers plus they are very expensive. One can get the plans and instructions online for free and build it yourself at home. My frame cost me $100 for all the materials purchased at Home Depot. I then had to scout the Internet to find a company to sell me just the latex bed. Not as difficult as you might think. I soon found one that had double zippers the full length of the bed and a reinforced opening to allow for your head to be exposed; perfect and in royal blue! The Chinese will make anything you want for a price. You can get the top to be one thickness and the bottom a different thickness as well as in different colors. You can and get it in high quality 4D or Supatex. Put your hand on your wallet because they will vacuum it dry. The shipping is also expensive because latex is so heavy. Generally, most Chinese companies stock .4mm in the standard latex in a variety of colors. Finding a US company is far more difficult. I finally did find a company in Florida that filled the bill and saved a lot of money. I also purchased a remote-control devise locally. It was very inexpensive. I set up my vacbed frame but did not glue all the PVC pieces. I wanted to keep it portable. When it came time to use it, the application of electrician’s black tape sealed the connections. Here is the nice part, once inside the bag I could poked my head through the reinforced hole eliminating the need for the breathing tube. One had to be careful not to suffocate yourself at the neck. It is most important to get your neck positioned properly and the latex seal down low as to not interfere with your windpipe. Here is where the remote control comes in. I was able to activate the vacuum cleaner from inside the vacbed. I did not eliminate the safety person! Once all the air was removed I had just enough room to push the stop button with my finger. I had now eliminated the noise of the vacuum without the bag taking in air. I had installed a one- way valve thus no need to have the vacuum running all the time.

In my search on the Internet I came across a company in the UK that had a vacuum bed with arms! It was extremely expensive.

Now that’s out of the way I can tell my story. This was a fantasy fulfilled. Once again, I made an appointment with my favorite dominatrix. This session will not include any electrostimulation. I will save that for next time. I booked an hour and a half this time. I wore zippered latex underwear for this session. Once again, I was greeted at the front door by the DOM who was dressed as a nurse this time. She ushered me to the dungeon in the basement. Nothing had changed from the last time except the addition of a royal blue latex vacuum bed stretched out on top of an air mattress. I noted it had a full two-way double-sided zipper the length of the bed. The latex was stretched over 1 ½ inch PVC frame with a one-way valve at the lower right corner. I was getting excited and anxious to try it out. The DOM told me to strip down to my latex underwear and climb in very carefully to insure I would not rip the latex. Once positioned in the center of the bed I was given a six- inch plastic breathing tube that was inserted from the outside. The bed was zipped up and the hose from the one- way valve was connected to the vacuum cleaner. I was ready to go! The whoosh of the motor was very loud. Slowly the air was being sucked out and I felt the latex getting tighter around my body. Soon it was so tight I could not move at all. I was totally immobilized. The PVC frame began to bend from the pressure. The vacuum finally stopped and there was an earie silence. An erotic feeling that swept over me once my initial fear subsided. It was strange indeed. There was more to come! The DOM knelt down beside me with a Magic Wand in hand and began messaging my penis with it causing an erection. Pretty tough to do in a vacuum bag! The sensations were fantastic.

She then switched to my nipples and repeated the process and changed the tempo. She alternated between the two locations and continued without stopping until I reached an organism. It was a strange climax as I could feel the fluid building up as the sensations increased. I wanted to reach down and masturbate to finish the job but that was not about to happen. I just let my body embrace the feeling until ejaculation became an explosion of the senses. I had absolutely no control over experience. Breathing was extremely difficult with only a plastic tube in place. The DOM checked to make sure I didn’t choke on the tube and adjusted it. I was huffing and puffing frantically, finally after the organism my breathing slowly returned to normal. I was left in silence to recover and savor the experience. My whole body was covered with sweat. This was an amazing experience. Would I do it again, yup! Performing these sexual pleasures on yourself is nowhere near as erotic. And no one does it better than a professional DOM.

I was finally unzipped, and the cool air flowed into the bag. I now had wiggle room and eventually worked my way out of the bag. I hit the rain room and got cleaned up. I asked if I had enough time left for a quick enema. She said no, but I could buy additional time right now as there was no one else scheduled. I told her I wanted the 60- inch colon tube. She said, “Fine but I will need to get you totally cleaned out first.” I was given a 2- quart soap suds enema in the knee chest position held in place by a large silicone balloon nozzle for 15 min. What was missing was the peppermint coating mixed into the lube. However, I soon realized I received Dr. Bonner’s peppermint soap in the enema solution. It was administered very slowly to prevent cramping. It was rather enjoyable. I was relaxing when suddenly I received a vicious spanking from a rubber flogger. I wasn’t ready for it! The sting was incredible causing me to frantically gulp in air. She loves to surprise me. Once I recuperated from the shock wave I braced myself in case there was another round. This time she teased me with the flogger by slowly dragging it over my butt and testicles a few times. I was now prime for evacuation on the toilet and she removed the balloon nozzle and I rushed off to the bathroom. Upon my return, she produced a CBT devise for me to wear during my next enema. It was a double ring extreme ball stretcher. It is crafted out of smooth stainless steel. It is designed to trap the scrotum and slowly stretch it out until you have reached the limits of what can be endured. Not for the faint of heart; this deviant piece is basically a rack for the balls. How does it work? Secure both rings above the testicles, right at the base of the scrotum. Tighten down the screws at the side of each ring to lock them in place. Then, slowly turn the large screw, which pulls the rings apart, stretching the scrotum between them. Not only do you get the sensation of the rings forcing your ball sack to stretch, but the weight of the piece itself creates a downward pull for even more pressure. I was familiar with this devise but never used before. I am told the pain is out of this world. I was to wear this devise while taking another 2 - quart clear water enema to wash out the soap residue. Once again, in the knee chest position using the balloon nozzle. She helped me don the devise and secured it before placing me in the knee chest position. The flow was a very slow trickle this time and the water nice and warm. While the water is flowing ever so slowly the DOM went work on separating the double rings by turning the large screw clockwise several turns. I now felt the pain as she continued to separate the rings with each successive turn. Pretty soon I was in agony and had to ask her to stop. The water kept flowing which provided a reprieve from the pain. After a time, the pain subsided, and the DOM asked if I was ready for more. I said, “Sure why not.” What a phony I am! I didn’t want her to think I was a wimp. She resumed the separation of the rings. The pain was much more bearable at first, but as she continued to stretch my balls the pain resumed with a greater intensity than before. I tried to focus on the enema and not on the pain in my testicles, but the enema bag was now empty. That seemed awfully quick. I was told to retain it for 15 minutes while she continued stretching my sack even further. The pain was now very fierce, and I asked her to stop. Finally, I was released from this devise and went to evacuate on the toilet. My balls were blue!