Blog - Cathy turns me into an object.
Anybody who has read my posts here or my blog - PETERMACS.BLOGSPOT.CO.UK - may recall I met, as a favour to a friend, with a lady called Cathy a while ago with surprising and very enjoyable results.
We’ve met regularly since but at her request there have been no pictures - not for me anyway, she has plenty and I get to see them just not have a copy, and no blog.
This is after all somebody with a name and a career to protect. Not that she is well known generally, but she is very well known in her circle and the kind of activities we get up to would be very much frowned upon.
Well, we had a session recently that Cathy has given her agreement to me documenting - still no pictures alas.
It started a few weeks ago when, after a full evening of very strict bondage, and with me still tied up very tightly, she ungagged me and told me she wanted to have a discussion and put a proposal to me.
Anyone who knows me well will know that if I am head to toe in rainwear I will pretty much agree to anything. Add bondage and basically the answer is yes.
She basically outlined her idea thus:
“I adore tying you up in the same way, probably more if I am honest, that I used to with my husband. Don’t get me wrong it is everything I need and I want it to carry on for the foreseeable future. (My mind, which had been hurtling down the “this is not working for me” route, instantly relaxed).
However, since I enjoy it so much, and I know you do, I want to push the boundaries and try some other things.”
I urged her to go on as I was certain that anything should would guest to me whilst I was tied up/down in this way was going to be in the realms of extending our fetish play and not, for instance, being a vegetarian for a month.
“I want to turn you into an object. Not for me to use but for others to use. More specifically I want to dress you up, hood you and then take you to a dogging site where, under my very strict supervision you’ll give blow jobs to several men.”
She must have seen the look of alarm on my face as she quickly added.
“I want to measure you for a hood, very thick rubber, that has a totally sealed mouthpiece that will allow you to take a penis in your month and do what is necessary but never be in danger of infection. I will also insist that each person is cleaned under my supervision and wears a condom that I will provide. I’ve seen the right hood online but as it is made to measure I need to measure you first.”
Needless to say I agreed and she set about measuring me according to the suppliers guidance. Once finished measuring me she gagged me again, hooded me and with a parting comment about needing to do some online shopping, left me bound, gagged and hooded for quite a long while more.
We did discuss the matter again but not in any depth and I got the impression that she may have gone off of the idea upon reflecting on it.
A few weeks later any suggestion that she might have gone cold on the idea disappeared when I got a text message that said “so excited, your parcel has arrived. Call me later as I need to make sure it fits so we can plan our evening out”.
Obviously I was as excited as her and so I arranged to pop by her house for a coffee after work and to try the hood.
The hood is incredible. Very thick latex with no eye holes, nostril holes for breathing and slightly less thick latex mouthpiece.
I was initially worried that the mouthpiece would make me gag but it is surprisingly flexible and when not “in use” I can simply push if forwards with my tongue.
Two zips close the hood at the back and the value of it being made to measure was immediately apparent. It really did fit perfectly. Close but not in a stretched over my face kind of way and thick enough to exclude pretty much all sound and certainly all light.
Moreover as a bloke with an 18.5 inch neck, it was great to feel a hood being done up that fired my neck. The final piece was an attached collar of roughly two inches with d rings all the way around.
I never asked how much it was as that would be rude but it was clearly a lot and the quality shone through.
Cathy took the opportunity to explain further how the afternoon and evening would work.
She added an afternoon as according to her we’d need some time to prepare and get in the mood before we set off for the location.
She explained that I’d be dressed in clothes yet to be decided with boots and gloves so that the only bit of me exposed or visible to the world would be my nostrils.
When we got there we’d be using an old fishing chair which had the multiple benefits of being very strong and low to the ground so that the receiver could approach me comfortably. She reminded me that I’d be in no position to move!
All sounded good and I left her place with a sense of anticipation.
Well the day came and I arrived at Cathy’s just after lunch time with a selection of clothes she’d instructed me to bring. She told me that she’d be dressing me now for the rest of the day but that she’d obviously keep the hood until we got there.
From my selection of clothes Cathy instructed me to wear in order, my red plastic bloomers, my all in one nylon boiler suit followed by my all in one yellow hooded PVC boiler suit. For the feet she chose my very shiny black rubber riding boots and covering my hands she produced no less than three brand new pairs on rubber gloves. Two were my standard issue black Tesco jobs, one in medium and the other in large. Over these she placed a pair of very heavy black rubber gauntlets. She explained that she wanted not one single bit of me exposed to the world but needed me to be comfortable enough to withstand two separate bouts of bondage, after which she rather absentmindedly said “well three actually”. I missed the significance of this throwaway comment.
She then produced the chair we’d be using later and placed in in the middle of the kitchen and told me to sit and make myself comfortable. Fishing chairs like this are perfectly made for long periods of sitting and doing nothing and so it was easy to find a comfortable position.
She then set about tying my arms behind my back at the wrists, using loads of rope so that I was secure but there was no pressure on my wrists to ensure I had no circulation issues. Following this she tied my legs, quite possible more tightly than I had had then tied before. Straight out in front of me she tied my ankles, calves, above and below the knee and thighs with each rope pulled tightly, cinched and then attached to the ones about and below.
She ensured I was OK with this and then used twenty separate straps to strap my shoulders and then my entire body from shoulders to thighs to the chair. During all of this I was able to observe the who affair in the mirror she’d placed in front of me just for that purpose. She knows how much I love to watch myself get properly strapped up.
Sitting there dressed and literally unable to move, the feeling was wonderful.
Then came what she described as the final act, the icing on the cake, and the moment that I’d transform from tied up Peter to an object. The hood!
Before this, given she was dressed in a rubberised cotton riding mac and highly polished leather riding boots, she opened the mac to reveal a strap-on. We’d discussed her using one on me but this was not to be the day for that, she explained that this afternoon would be a dry run and that the strap-on was so she could “test me”. Besides she said, “it will be fun!!”.
Carefully she eased the hood over my face and pulled it tightly at the back and that wonderful sensation descended upon me of really relaxing totally. She spent quite some time adjusting things before declaring herself happy and zipping the hood up at the back and doing the collar up. The hood of my yellow PVC boiler suit was then pulled over my head, pulled very tight and tied off covering my eyes (not that I could see).
She then placed a set of shooting ear defenders over my ears and whilst this was hardly necessary from a hearing perspective, the hood being as thick as it was had taken most of my hearing from me and all of my sight, it added to the degree of bondage and thus comfort I felt.
Minutes later I felt the mouth insert being pushed gently into my mouth and filled with the strap on.
I tested that I could function properly as the object she wanted me to be and found it surprisingly comfortable.
And there I sat for at least two hours whilst she bustled about her daily activities and I have to say I loved it. The anticipation of what was to come that evening along with clothes and very strict bondage made for a very comfortable afternoon.
As is often the case when I am properly tied up, I drifted in and out of sleep - dozing more than sleeping - and felt her hands on my head every now and then to make sure I was OK. Unable to hear properly or speak much, we’d agreed that when she touched my head I was to nod (my head being the only bit of me I could move) to signify I was OK.
Each time she touched me I nodded, not wanting for ones minute to be let out of my captivity to soon. However as all good things must come to an end and we had to get ready to go out, eventually I felt the hood of my boiler suit being undone and pulled back and the collar and zips of my new hood being released and the hood being gently pulled off of my head.
I am fine my surprise when instead of Cathy, I saw Anne - the person who’d introduced us in the first place.
Fazed only slightly and momentarily, I soon regained my usual sangfroid as simply asked where Cathy was, having first of course greeted Anne - she returned my greeting by bending down and hugging my still tightly bound body. Anne explained she had a conference call or two to attend and she had asked Anne to help her keep a watch over me. I asked how long she had been here and the reply was a surprise as Anne told me that literally a minutes or two after the hoods had been applied she had arrived and had been with me ever since.
Anne did say that she rather envied me as I did look relaxed and peaceful!
Anne untied me and suggested I go and get showered and then back into exactly the same clothes combination I had on right now. Which I did.
Coming back to the kitchen I found both Cathy and Anne discussing the evening and was told that Anne would be coming with us to assist and also to add numbers in case anyone started anything.
And so we were finally ready to set off, me dressed as instructed when Cathy said “wait, we’ve forgotten something very important” at which she instructed me to undress totally. Being used to doing as I am told I did so, even though I was a bit bewildered and stood in the kitchen stark bollock naked in front of both Anne and Cathy. They were both fully dressed in matching shiny leather riding boots (with jodhpurs) and tightly belted rubberised cotton riding macs from Cordings.
Cathy explained that she’d being discussing with Anne about how she likes to tie my genitals up and wanted to show Anne how to do it.
And so I had the very erotic experience of Cathy giving Anne a lesson in testicular bondage and then undoing the bondage and letting Anne try it out. Anne’s was tighter and once my genitals were tightly tied I was told to bend over and a small and flexible butt-plug was carefully inserted and I was told I could dress again and did so with them watching closely.
And so I, with everything but my hoods on, was escorted to Anne’s car and told to get in the back behind the passenger seat. They got into the front and we drove off. Me slightly disappointed as I wondered if I might have been tied up in the car. Later I was told that could not have happened as it was still light when we left and then fear of being overseen by a passer by or neighbour meant I needed to get from front door to car in very quick time.
After about a 45 minute drive we arrived at the venue which appeared to be a car park at the back of a disused, or at least underused, industrial estate and there were a lot of cars there already even if it was not quite dark. Dusk I’d say.
In no time after arriving both ladies donned thin rubber masks of their own before getting out of the car showing eyes, mouth and nostrils to very good effect and I was told to stay put whilst they set up the chair. With the chair in place I was told to get out of the car and get into the chair and to once again make myself comfortable.
I did so and Anne attached the safety device to my finger. The safety device is a simple wireless bell push taped to my index finder that allows me to buzz a bell in the event of me being in difficulty. One buzz for “stop, give me a minutes” and two buzzes for, “stop and please untie me”.
Sitting and with the buzzer tested to everyone’s satisfaction, they first inserted foam rubber ear-plug in my ears, hooded me, zipped it up, pulled the yellow suit hood over my head and tied it down placed the ear defenders on my and set about tying me up.
With two people doing the tying it was swift, and dare I say it even more strict. The result being Peter turned properly into an object with the only movement being available to me being my index finger, my head and my mouth!
What followed was what I can only describe as one of the most thrilling events of my life and one that Cathy subsequently described as being like a boot-fair for the kinky and fetish minded.
Business was slow to start with but as the evening wore on became hectic. I have no idea how many men I serviced that evening, it was a lot and the fascinating thing was that bestie the thick rubber sheath in my mouth, and the fact that each recipient was required to wear two condoms, I could tell the different widths and sizes easily.
Clearly so bodily fluids made it near me but I could easily feel each time the recipient built up to come and then did - sperm is surprisingly warm :)
The evening done, I was untied from my chair but remained hooded and with my wrists firmly tied behind my back, and then helped into the boot of Anne’s car - she has an Audi Q7 and so I was blessed with a load of space.
Cathy and Anne then tied me up again, not too strictly but with ankles, knees and shoulders very firmly tied and strapped and then, with me laying on my side, hog tied me very tightly indeed. The safety device remained in place.
As I settled down to enjoy the ride one further surprise was offered when I felt a vibrator being applied and I have to say it took me no time to explode into my plastic pants such was my state of arousal at that time! Anybody who knows me, and may have tied me up, knows that after an orgasm I only want out, of the clothes and the bondage.
However this was not to be the case as later on, after we were at Cathy’s place enjoying a glass or two of wine, my final session of being an object was to have to stay there, in my mess and my clothes and my bondage - to “enforce the fact that I had no choice” were the words used by Cathy and Anne.
Oh, and like I was not tied up enough, just before they closed the tailgate on my, they put a rather large, if soft, ball-gag in my mouth and strapped it tightly to my head.
The journey home was fantastic and when we got home and I’d had the hoods and gags removed, I was given the choice of staying dressed as I was or getting cleaned up and changed, I chose to stay dressed!