The Caravan - The day after - Part 1
I shivered slightly. This had to be the reason why I woke up. All around me was dark, pitch dark. It had to be in the middle of the night. I felt around me. Claudia was not there. I tried the light switch and turned on him.
I was actually alone and naked in my bedroom in the caravan. The window was slightly open. Cool air flowed into it. I got up. Something rattled softly touched my back and a little cool. I reached back grabbed, and pulled anything metallic to the front. A chain! At the same time I noticed that something spanned my neck. I took it. It was a necklace. I felt wool. The collar but had leather or something stronger than wool. I could not squeeze it. Behind the collar was secured with a lock. In addition, there was a ring and fixed to the chain. She was not fat but solid enough that they should not with normal human strength can tear. The chain was in the way that the certainty with which restaurateurs their tables and chairs in the garden overnight. I pulled the chain until it no longer passed on. She was under the bed attached to a pole and also secured with a lock. I had no chance to get rid of the thing.
"This bitch", I thought. I looked around. There was nothing in the bedroom, what our afternoon together indicating. All the clothes were gone. The connecting door was closed. I got up, went to the door and opened it. The necklace I pulled behind me. It was so long that I comfortably in my trailer back and forth could go. I went ahead and turned on the light. The clock in the kitchen was just after midnight. On the kitchen combination were all my fetish woolen clothes, beautiful folded and neatly sorted. I could not help but press my nose to the green mohair sweater Claudia was wearing. He still smelled after her perfume and it felt wonderful. Between my legs again what already was stirring.
My stomach growled. Also because Claudia had thought. The table was set. All kinds of cold dishes stood out. I opened the fridge, took me out what to drink and sat at the table.
on the plate I saw a folded piece of paper. I opened it and read:
Hi my sweet prisoner!
What we experienced so far was beautiful and sensational. But that is for me a long time. Since you have some time vacation, I take the liberty to rob you a little of your freedom. Therefore, I have as you slept, tied up a little. You shall have all the freedom to move up in your caravan. I will come to a later date. I've taken your mobile phone, so that you do not go to absurd idea to call someone.
now I would like something that you eat, you shower and then sleep, so you're well rested tomorrow for me. Further instructions will follow
.
kiss
Claudia
PS Did not look for tools, I have taken everything.
"This piece of trash", it escaped me. But secretly I was looking forward to what was to come there. I was curious how it should proceed with the instructions.
I sat down at the table and fell to, working, drinking cold coffee and mineral water. I had eaten nothing since the morning and my body craves calories.
When I finished, I cleared everything away, because I am an ordinary man and disorder I was an abomination. Then I went to the toilet and then into the bathroom. On the sink was a plastic bag and a note on this, just like the one I had found on the plate.
"First shower and then read," it said. I did as I was told. It was good to finally be able to shower. The hair had been glued. I had a terrible smell have had to sweat so much. I hurried because I was curious what was probably on the note and what was waiting in the package to me.
Dripping wet, I came out of the shower. "Shit!" I had forgotten to put a towel ready. So I took a tissue out of the box on the sink and wiped off my hands. Then I grabbed the paper, opened it and began to read:
Honey
obeys If you have, you stand dripping wet in front of the package and read this note.
You will now open the package and immediately put on the garment, which is in it.
I did as I was told, opened the package, which was quite bulky and took out a folded Juttesack.
"That's not his", I thought. There was something black, big, fluffy inside. Something made of mohair, which looked and felt I like.
But first, I reviewed the sack. I unfolded it. This was not a bag that had a catsuit made from the same material as in our potato sacks.
"That can not be serious", it shot through me. ". The scratch so terrible, when should I wear on the skin"
I turned the note and read on:
You step immediately into the Catsuit Jutte. In the two mohair blankets is to use a fitted bottom sheet and the other as a comforter. With the former you will obtain the bed.
frowning again I saw the Jutte catsuit. Reluctantly, I opened the zipper, got in from behind. It scratched already when stepping on the legs. I pulled up his pants. In front was an opening, similar to a fly and only round, drawn by an elastic band. The same elastic cords were also attached to the leg ends and the sleeves so that the openings were closed and could well slip. I led the penis through the hole in front, as are the testes. So they were not at least scratch. Now I
slipped his arms into the upper part. Above a sort of roll collar was attached, but which was only at the chest area of the attached Catsuits. I closed the zipper on the back by means of the tape, which was attached to the sled, similar to a diving suit. I pulled the scratchy Turtleneck over his head. The collar was about thirty inches long, narrow and flexible. I put it to three. The collar was pressed pretty tight on my neck.
The Catsuit extremely scratched. I enjoyed the feeling anyway. With every move it somewhere scratched. Due to the wet conditions, the skin was a bit more sensitive. The suit was sitting like a glove. He was rather coarse mesh and thus not too stiff, so that he could adapt themselves better to the body.
Now I read the rest of the list:
About Jutte catsuit you pull on your red catsuit. Since the collar is buttoned back, it's no problem because of the chain. Then you pull on your new catsuit. Also you can wear easily as you enter the battle from above. The chain will not hinder you so. Make sure that your tail, and the testicles are outside the catsuits. Pull the cord decent, not allowing it to slip inside. If everything is good, the sleeves are attached. They are easy to use. Need only press them together, then they snap into place. But only three. The fourth cuff will attract you later at the right hand. The turtleneck can be worn rolled up as wide as possible. Then you draw even more to the mohair balaclava and gloves, which I gave you still packed.
more information you find in your nightstand drawer. The need to read you to sleep before you go. But we will soon be the case.
Have fun with the catsuit.
kiss
I unpacked the things. Since four metal, padded cuffs, similar to handcuffs, were only wide, about 4 centimeters wide, equipped with a lock. I could see no keys. The cuffs were attached to rings, to which one could attach eg carabiner hook.
A fairly thick, heavy, black balaclava made of mohair with a long neck appeared. It was also mentioned mohair gloves. They were very thick and very closely, as I just tried on. They were pretty fluffy and scratched on the skin. The hood also felt very good. They also tingled quite easily when I pressed my face. As long as I was busy and I concentrated on other, I took the constant rubbing of the catsuit was not correct. When I thought of what may come yet, it took me pleasantly shudder down the spine.
Well I packed it, fitted bottom sheet made of '. It was black, mohair knit and like a normal fitted bottom sheet provided with an elastic band. To this end, there was a large rug, very thick, knitted in black mohair and wool. The two pieces of felt sensational. I imagined what it would have to be naked to be on or pick them up with the ceiling. My little friend critically acclaimed by my thoughts came back to him and began to swell. With the large Ceiling I dried my hair so well it went off. Since she had taken away all terry towels, so I had to get wet in the catsuit, I at least wanted to have hair a little dry. I combed afterwards, although it does not really have bothered. I'd probably sweat back properly and safely go anywhere with them to a decent haircut was not necessary, but I was be so.
I moved the bed, drank some mineral water, brushed my teeth afterwards, before I decided to go to the bedside table to read the further instructions. I wanted to go to bed because I was now very tired. My bottle with the hose I put in the attached Bicycle bottle holder on the bed. Then I drew me as ordered, the same red catsuit and even the gloves. Me disabled up a little with my actions, but I did not care, because it was enjoyable.
with every movement scratched the Jutte on my skin.
"If I lie once, it will give you," I thought. Then I slipped on the new suit. When I had put on the catsuit, I attached the cuffs. First on the legs. "Click click," it makes and the bonds were sitting. They fitted exactly. They expressed, not even when I went around it. The padding was pretty thick, but fits perfectly, despite the thick layers of wool. Then I attach too the cuff on the left wrist. Now I could not take off the catsuit. To be closed the handcuffs similar bondage. I rolled the roll of the collar Catsuits down together and put it around your neck and under the chin that I am not too disabled. It has now been satanic warm.
The note in the bedside table was folded the same as the others. In the drawer were also four ropes. All about 50 cm long and about three millimeters thick. At each end was a metal ring of about 1 centimeter in diameter. These were eight small hook, about 4 mm thick.
So, now we get to sleep and for the necessary instructions. You attach
now on the ropes at each end a carabiner hook. The hooks attach
you turn on the rings, you yourself, for self-restraint, have attached to your bed. First, you will connect the feet and only afterwards the left hand. On the fourth rope you attach the last cuff so that it lies open on the bed.
Place the mohair blanket ready. If you have fixed your feet, you pull the covers over you, put you down and fasten the left hand. The right hand now you lay on the other cuff on the right just on the hinges. Now press firmly and quickly down. The collar, we collapse and seal.
I will make sure that you all have done so as I told you prescribed. If not, you can do tomorrow what. I do not permit disobedience.
Now I wish you a pleasant night's sleep.
kiss
Claudia
while reading the lines I was very different. This sounded very good indeed. Soft packed to sleep.
"soft" it went through me. "If only the catsuit would do including scratching so much, it could be quite pleasant."
But now I had a bit used to it. I loved it so scratchy, but also soft.
"Let's see how it is when everything is prepared, as Claudia has ordered that," I thought, and went to work.
the front of the trailer, I turned off the light and went to the back, locked the sliding door, took the four ropes attached to each of the two carabiners snap hooks and left it to the bedside-mounted rings. What I had planned for me, Claudia had perfected. I laid on my bed like I should be in that night and tried if the ropes were really long enough. But Claudia had done all the work. A certain amount of arm and leg would still be present.
The last sleeve I put so ready that I could reach them well with his right hand. I went one last time on the toilet. Then I sat down on the bed, put the chain around the bed next to the head end and left them down there behind the mattress. In the Middle of the bed, she came back up, so that they could not hinder me. I pulled up the big top and balaclava and fastened the left metal wire on the left foot cuff. I immediately proceeded with his right leg. I put the blanket over his legs. The ceiling was huge, so they handed on both sides on the edge of the bed down. Now I lay me down. With his right hand, I unlatched the left sleeve in a carabiner hook. I lay on my back and tried to reach the right cuff. That would go smoothly.
"Should I?" I asked myself. "Alone, I'm going so impossible. The ropes are too fat. They can not be broken. The rings are in the wood screwed. Also because I can not pull it. The do not yield, I've tried. "
plagued by doubts, I was lying and was not sure whether I should go again Claudia now how it is. This time it was voluntary. I did not obey. I would you ever be champion if they should come near me.
It was getting warmer and warmer in the catsuit and the ceiling. Then there was the scraping and tingling of the Jutte. The blanket was on me, I felt well on my penis, who wanted to stand up at the thought of the helplessness again.
"Oh, What's up," I said to myself. I solved again the left hand, reached for the storm hood and pulled it over the head. She clung perfectly to the head. Probably a little spandex was knitted. The hood let free only nose and mouth. The eyes were covered. The eye sockets were small cushion admitted that laid now in the eye sockets. Apparently also incorporated ear muffs. The ears were wrapped ear warmers with a kind and worked as a military hearing protection that was used during shooting. The hearing protection seemed effective, because I could not even hear the clanking of the chain. The hood tingled pleasantly, and it was immediately warm. I reached down, the hose led for the drink between Catsuits and the storm hood through the mouth. A small experiment. It worked. The cool refreshing drink me and made me confident for the night.
I just looked up the storm flap cover and checked again, where everything was placed. Then I grabbed his right hand over left unlatched, the left hand again and put out the light. Then I turned on my back, pulled the blanket up to his chin. I felt my right hand up to the cuff.
I felt the two open parts on the back of the hand. A little slip later. I moved the whole body a little higher. With every movement I felt the scratch Jutte. Not only on the back. No, the Po, on the legs the arms of the breast. For this I realized how It was getting warmer. The very thick blanket had taken up their work and began to warm.
Once again, I thought. With a beating heart and a corresponding surge of adrenaline I pressed the right hand down quickly.
War engaged the lock? I had heard nothing. The ear was really perfect. I pulled with all his might, right hand on the restraint. They did not dissolve, the castle was locked.
I tried now, whether it was possible to get away despite the restraint. It was impossible with the hand or fingers to get to the carabiner. They were too far away and then mounted on the back of the hand. were stretched up his hands and probably more than one meter apart, so I do not with one hand and the other could have been exempt.
Well, I had their wish. Still I lay there and concentrated fully on my body. It was very warm. I was sweating it yet. But on the whole body tingled, and scratched it. It was quiet as a mouse. No sound penetrated to my ears. I imagined what would happen that night or tomorrow. This night should really happen any more, because according to Claudia, I should sleep soundly, so I was ready for it tomorrow.
The idea that anything could happen but I started to sweat. My penis swelled. I would like to spoil him a little. When he straightened up, I felt the ceiling on him. I began to lift the hips up and rub the penis on the ceiling. That was great. But these movements began to scratch the catsuit back for more. Well, I found it cool just yet. I was sweating even more. Soon it began to drip fast. The Jutte scratched more and more. I groaned with pleasure and rubbing my penis even more on the ceiling. But that was obviously not enough to secure my salvation. I pulled and tugged at the chains, trying to get to my penis. It was no use. On the contrary. I was getting horny, the Jutte scratched more and more. It was wetter and wetter. When the floats the Jutte slipped on the nipples. Since I was there an erogenous body and have very loving, I was still horny. I breathed again too quickly. The blood was pounding in my temples. I was close before an orgasm, an orgasm without ejaculation. I pulled myself together so I was quiet.
I stopped my attempts to rub my penis on the ceiling in order to get to the ejaculation. It was always a pointless exercise.
I was now lying quietly and breathing slowly. I calmed down again. I turned my head to drink a little. I caught the hose and pulled it. But there was no water anymore. Had I been drinking it all? Again I pulled it, nothing. "No, that may not be true. I can not stand all night without drinking, "thought I do. Something was wrong. Normally, we noticed the resistance when pulling the hose. Now it felt as if the hose dangling in the air just was not in a bottle. I had it for about accidentally pulled out. That was not really possible, because the bottle was indeed in the bracket and the hose was so additionally secured.
I tried it in the rising despair again. Now I noticed that again there was resistance during the pull. The cool water flowed into my mouth. I drank greedily. Somehow it tasted funny, but what I attributed to the plastic bottle.
I lay there, had the impression that prickling and scratching, the horniness, the aching loins, the heat, the heat effect on me and wanted me to think about the past day, night, and about the near future. I wondered what could not have been all right with the bottle and wanted to ... I could not concentrate more suddenly. I was dizzy in the head. I wanted to sit up, but could barely lift his head. Then I was out and slept.
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