The way I figured it, there would be one of two results to my plan.  Either
I would satisfy my fetish or I would fall into the abyss of it.

I had time off during the summer, being a teacher, and a small inheritance
gave me the opportunity to satisfy my curiousity of how a life of bondage
would be.  I placed an ad on a national website saying that I was looking
for two women to take me on a 2-3 week trip, keeping me in bondage and
offering humiliation for the entire time.  All expenses paid and a bonus at
the end.

I had more replies than I had imagined and finally selected two women who
lived a couple of hours away.  We met during spring vacation when I drove
over to their town.  They told me that they wanted three women, and would
demonstrate why at that time.  I agreed.  They took a tape measure and did
some measurements on my body.  That intrigued me!  The final arrangements
would be made by e-mail; I gave them some advance money to make plans and we
set the date to start right after summer vacation began.  I was really
excited as I drove back home!

When the appointed day arrived, I drove to their city and parked where they
told me, in the lot of a city park.  The only things I was to bring were
shoes and socks, and to be wearing a jockstrap, shorts, and T-shirt.  Of
course I was also to bring razor, comb, toothbrush, and such.  And the
credit card!

I walked over to the shelter and sat on a bench.  The three women showed up
- - one I had not met - - and immediately two of them each grabbed an arm
and twisted it behind my back.  The third snapped a pair of handcuffs onto
my wrists.

"Now you know why we need three.  Two to manage you and the other to manage
the equipment."

And they did just that.  A pair of legirons was my next acquisition.  And
then what I did not expect, a full-head leather hood which covered the eyes.
  It zipped down the back and I felt a collar being put around my neck and
buckled.

"There is a space for a gag, if we need it.  And we do have it!"

I assured them that the warning was sufficient.  One of them took my car
keys and drove the car to their private garage while the other wo brought me
along.  Of course I couldn't see where.

We got somewhere and I was led up stairs and they sat me on a bed.  My
wrists were undone and I was pushed down on my back, and my arms spread out
to either side of the bed and the handcuffs locked again (with a second
pair, of course.)  Then the rest of me was put on the bed and the ankle
cuffs removed.  I had no resistance when they surprised me and pulled off my
shorts and jockstrap.  Then my ankles were spread out to the sides and
legirons held them in place.

Another surprise - - the center of the bed started to rise.  It was a
hosital bed.  And then one of them said, "Betsy has joined us for the next
portion of the preparation.  She's a beautician."

I heard footsteps and then a sudden cold blob dropped on my crotch.  "Be
still.  You wouldn't want me to cut you, would you?"  She was shaving my
pubic hair!  And then she went all the way down my legs.

"With all that hair gone, it's such a tiny thing!"  She really knew how to
hurt a guy.  Then she fondled me a bit, giving me a quick hard-on, and then
she left.  And left me unsatisfied!  The next sensation was an ice-cold rag
dropped my my not-very-private parts.  My cock quickly went down.  Then I
felt the collar being loosed and the helmet unzipped.  I could see!  One of
them tipped up my head so I could see my bare public area.  How sad it
looked.

"We thought you might want to say goodbye to your little friend, since you
won't be seeing him again until the end of the trip.  And remember, if we
need to gag you, we will on a moment's notice."

One of them - - since I don't have a diary, obviously, I am not sure who did
what and when, only what was done - - took out a metal object which was
shaped like the male organs, but a bit bigger and hollow.  She fitted it
around my organs and then closed it, and two locking straps secured it.  She
had showed me that there was a ring on top and on the bottom of the part
that went around the balls and also a ring at the top of the penis.  There
was also a hole in the end for urination and a smaller hole partway down for
water to clean it out.  Other than that, I was encased in metal.  And an
erection was not possible.

My hands were release and I was allowed to touch my penis prison.  It
allowed the penis to be either straight out or up and against the body.
Which meant that they could use a leash and pull me by it, or a leash from
behind secured to the bottom ring.  In any case, In could see that obedience
was going to be instant and unquestioned.

My was resecured to the bed and a piece of string tossed over a framework
above me and tied to the ring at the end of the penis.  Slowly they pulled
on it until it was taut, and then tied.  I was pretty much stretched to the
limit, but to take it farther, the bed was lowed until it was really taut.
At that point, they said "goodnight" and left me.  Between the chains and
the rope, I couldn't move more than an inch or two.  Sleeping was slow in
coming and I had plenty of time to wonder what they had in store for me.

Just a few of the highlights:
(1)  in one of our early stops, we went to a fetish store and they board a
neck/wrists atrrangmene where the wrists are behind the back and the stap to
the neck keeps them in place.  We walked out of the store with it still on
me, with a t-shirt covering it.  The next day, I was taken to a dancewear
store where they bought a pair of fishnet tights and a skating dress - - a
leotard with skirt attached - - and again, we left the store with my wearing
it.  (I had already modeled it for the store personnel and customers.  My
metal bulge was not hidden by the close material.)

(2)  The third day, I was dressed in my fishets/dress.  (They pointed out
that one reason my legs were shaved was to avoid my needing to wear white
tights, since leg hair and fishnets do not look good together.)  Then the
neck/wrists thing.  They showed me in a mirror how the hasps on the
individual wrists lined up so one padlock could lock both.  Which they did.
The collar had a hasp in back and they locked that.

(3)  They took me into a unisex haircut place where there were a half-dozen
people waiting.  Being a weekday, they were all women.  I was placed on a
chair and when one of them checked in for me, she handed the girl a note.  I
later found out it was the combination of the neck lock, to be opened when
they needed to do the back of my neck.  And then they left me there!  Well,
I sure got enough humiliation from the security sustem as well as the
fishnets and dress.  The haircutter was amused, opened the lock, and then
closed when she was finished.  About that time, the trio arrived and
informed them that I was going to be the maid at a party that night, which
is why I was wearing what I was wearing.  Though we had walked into the
shop, on the way out they snapped a leash onto the collar's front ring and
led me out.

I did serve as maid at a party but that was not until a week later.

(4)  We hit a lot of dancewear stores and fetish shops and I was made to try
on things and to leave with them on.  One exciting one was a man who sold
manacles sets, and I was provided with one which secured ankles, wrists, and
neck with chains between.  He left the welding of the last link (between
wrists chain and the master chain) until he took some measurements, since
different lengths are needed for wrists in front and wrists in back.  He
sold the problem by putting in two links which would allow the wrists chain
to move about six inches up or down.

(5)  I was wearing that set of chains when I was the maid for an all-female
party.  At the end of the party, I was taken to the garage of the house and
my wrists put over my head and legs spread out.  Then a quick work with a
pair of scissors created a hole in my bottom.  I was already wearing the
helmet and the gag was put in.  And I was gang-raped with a strap-on dildo.
I could not resist nor could I protest.

(6)  One night we checked into a small motel where there were hardly any
others, and they were down by the office.  The girls took the room at the
far end, which turned out to have a playroom next to it.  [My usual nights
were being chained to the bed, one way or another.]  I was ordered to put on
my jockstrap and then taken outside, handcuffed in back and legironed, and I
was spread out on my stomach to the swing set's legs.  Then one of them
produced a screw-in thing one would use for a dog chain and put it betwene
my legs.  Then my penis prison was locked to it.  Then the gag went on and
no wonder.  One of them produced an enema bag which she hung from the swing
set and then put the tube in my helpless ass.  They just left me there - -
after spraying for mosquitoes - - for much of the night.  I couldn't squirm
much and the penis prison's lock to the post made trying to shake the enema
hose loose an impossible task.

(7)  in another store, we bought a leather straightjack which they had
ordered ahead of time.  It zipped up the back and at the top was a collar,
which had a locking hasp in the back so one padlock took care of the collar
and the zipper.  The sleeves also met in the back at a hasp, so one padlock
could secure them and the crotch strap.  I was taken in or another haircut,
and faced the same humiliation as before.  They again gave the girl the
combination for when she needed to unlock me, and she went along with the
whole thing.

(8) there was one more haircut where my wrists were secured, as with the
wrists/neck thing, but without the neck strap.  They were locked to a wide
belt to keep them in place.  But the kicker was my ball gag and the girl was
told to unlock it but not to let me take it out of my mouth.  I muffled a
pleading but she wouldn't remove it, and locked it again when she finished
the haircut.  (I could have spit it out but what would have spoiled the fun,
but I wonder what her reaction would have been.)

(9) halfway thru the trip, I was spreadeagled on the motel bed and they put
the helmet and gag on me.  Then I felt my cock being liberated.  It was
bathed and then a new voice was heard.  She was asking instructions.  She
played with it and it came to attention.  But then she stopped.  No relief.
I muffled a cry but no reaction.  It went down, she brought it up but
stopped me short of orgasm.  This went on for a half-dozen times, and then
it went down - - and was locked up.

All the other activities were combinations of the various means of security
and humiliation.  I loved it!  We finally got home, they released me and
gave me a box with "the collection" in it.  My car was moved to the park and
they gave me the keys.  And I gave them each a nice chck.

Will I do it again next year?  Maybe.................

Charles