Bondage Weekend - Sunday

We awoke late on Sunday. Between the long drive and staying up till 2:00am I was one tired Bondage Boss and my slave was also wiped out from the night's exertions, so sleep was good.

I had pup dress in his neoprene suit with the Wesco Engineer boots and we headed downstairs (I was given the upstairs Blue Room to sleep in) where we found the house full of activity. We were just in time for breakfast. pigbear was wearing a blue wrestling singlet that he borrowed from boy paul. It turned out that the singlet actually belonged too Woofer a man close to my heart who I have not talked to in a while. Woofer was not at the party but he knows both boy paul and pigbear.

The night before pigbear and I discussed putting boy paul in the sleepsack for the day but it turned out boy paul was leaving on a flight by 3pm and we would not have the time to get together. boy paul knows the next time our paths cross he will receive some training from me.

Mr. Bratman granted pigbear permission to cum on Sunday so I knew whatever I did, getting pigbear off was probably on the menu.

But for the first hour I was content to sit in the sitting room and watch the bustling activity and enjoy my coffee.

pigbear and pup relaxing on Sunday morning. The neoprene hood came from another guest at the party who thought pup should accessorize.

pigbear and pup

Before we went down to the dungeon I had pigbear put on a set of Mr. Bratman's leg irons. After just 18 hours with pig bear I knew that he should be in some form of restraint at all times and should always have his movements restricted in some way.

In the dungeon I put a mouth plug in pigbear's mouth and then strapped on the neoprene muzzle. I used the neoprene because it clings to the face better and can be made tighter without the straps cutting in to the face. pigbear is a talkative bear and he likes to try and talk even when muzzled and gagged. The night before pigbear said something and I told him I did not understand a word he said. pup turned around and repeated his comments and I said "you can understand him"? and pup promptly replied "I speak gag". Someone said that belongs on a t-shirt. Either way I wanted to reduce pigbear's tendency to be talkative so I made the muzzle nice and snug. It does not lock but the fist mitts would take care of any efforts to escape. After adding the mitts and chains I put pigbear in the cell while I attended to pup.

pigbear in muzzle, mitts, leg irons and chains locked in the cell.

After attending to some business with my rubber slave I gagged it and put it in the cell with pigbear while I went upstairs to relax.

pigbear and pup cuddling in the cell.

Upstairs I observed that the sitting room had become an extension of the dungeon. One boy was sealed up in a Vac Rack and another was resting peacefully in a neoprene sleepsack.

boy in Vac-Rack

boy in neoprene sleepsack.

While I was upstairs I noticed a boy walking around in a bright red rubber short suit. I had seen him the day before in a chastity pod and earlier in the day getting his haircut by Mr. Bratman. I said hello and asked him about the suit, which he said came from E7 gear. he also introduced himself as boy drew and said he was an admirer of my work. I realized that I had found another boy who might be interested in the sleepsack. I asked if he was interested and told him to come downstairs if he was and then I headed back to the dungeon to put pigbear in more secure bondage.

I released pigbear from the cell and with pup and boy drew's help we secured pigbear to the bondage bed. He was muzzled, mitted and chained down at the wrist, ankles and at the top of his head

pigbear in bondage

pigbear in bondage

pigbear in bondage

muzzled happy pig bear

muzzled happy pigbear

pigbear in bondage

We found a cot in the utility room and my slave and I started sealing boy drew up in rubber. He had his rubber short suit on underneath. He was zipped up in the sack with rubber hood with collar attached, rubber gag and sight limiting goggles. Because there was a bare light bulb above his head I switched the goggles out with a neoprene blindfold. Minutes after getting boy drew into the rubber bondage I discovered I had another rubberpig on my hands. This session was the beginning of a transformational experience for boy drew who I am now nick-naming Canadian rubberpig CPG (because he is from Canada and I already know an American rubberpig.)

CPG enjoying its first sleepsack experience.

CPG in total rubber bondage.

CPG was also a guest of Mr. Bratman's so I had my slave check if there were any conditions regarding its treatment. The only stipulation Mr. Bratman had was that CPG could not cum if it was not plugged. When I asked CPG if it was plugged it responded negatively. Since there was no way to insert a plug through the two layers of tight rubber there was no way CPG was going to get off during this session. Turned out to be for the best. 

With my slave I moved back and forth between pigbear in the dungeon bedroom and CPG in the utility room. I kept CPG floating and happy with poppers while keeping pigbear on edge before we let him shoot. pigbear was in the bondage for about two hours and CPG for two hours and thirty minutes. My rubberslave jerked pigbear off while I captured it on video, which I will post later.

pigbear after he shot with a navel full of cum.

pigbear shot a nice load and I left him in bondage a full 45 minutes afterwards so he learned that just because the orgasm has been achieved the bondage does not end. pigbear did not clean himself up when he was released. Woofer in St. Louis had requested that the wrestling singlet be returned stained with pigbear's cum and sweat!! We released pigbear but left him in the heavy ankle irons and I added a wide collar around the pigbears neck. pigbear was proving to be an excellent bondage slave. I don't know if pigbear realized what a good slave it was but I was already beginning to think of pigbear in the third person. it instead of him!

CPG enjoying hour two of rubber bondage

CPG in full rubber bondage. A hint of its red suit is in view

another boy who was touring the dungeon came across the helpless rubber pig and started playing with it.

Around 4:30 it was time to wind things down. My slave could not stay the full weekend and had a 7:30 flight back to NYC it needed to catch. The three boys/slaves helped put the gear away and pup caught a ride to the airport while I took a nap. Bondage training eager subs is tiring. 

After dinner there was some evening entertainment in the sitting room. I had already agreed to put CPG back in the sleepsack (this time with an electro-plug) and pigbear and I were going to explore more bondage together. But first CPG went into the Vac-Rack where he was tormented by boy dean with a riding crop. This rubber bondage session lasted close to 90 minutes. I could see that CPG was a true rubber pig.

CPG in the Vac-Rack

CPG responds to being tormented with the riding crop by boy dean

CPG and boy dean

 After the Vac-rack session I took CPG and pigbear back to the dungeon. The Canadian rubberpig went back into the sleepsack. This time on the dungeon bed with extra restraints at the neck and ankles so it could not move around. I used a face hugging molded rubber hood and a neoprene collar and the pig was plugged with small electro plug. I wired the pig up, force fed it some poppers and let it begin to experience life as a rubber pig object.

pigbear was going to go into the cage for a while but I discovered the cage opening was too small for pigbears broad shoulders and overall the cage was not a good fit. pigbear seemed a little worn out so I just hooded it and let it rest on the cot that the rubber pig had been on earlier.

One of the plans I had for my vacation was to enjoy the Stephen King book 11/22/63 that came out last year. In the past ten months I had not had the time to sit down and read and this was the perfect opportunity. I would check on the two bondage slaves every thirty minutes or so, force feeding the pig poppers and giving the pigbear words of encouragement as it learned to be kept under my control. Overall it was a very enjoyable evening. The only thing missing was my slave sitting at my feet.

After two hours I set pigbear free and it helped me tease and torment the bound rubberpig until I got it to shoot a huge load all over the place. It sprayed out everywhere. The rubberpig had truly enjoyed its rubber bondage.

Canadian rubberpig cum

rubberpig juices all over the sleepsack

Canadian rubberpig after shooting

I left the pig to stew in its own juices, so to speak, while I had pigbear put away gear and clean up the dungeon space. By this time all was quiet upstairs. All the guests had either left or gone to bed. The rubberpig was the only one left in the dungeon. I quietly leaned in and suggested to the pig that I could easily go upstairs to bed and leave it there, in bondage for the night. I could tell from its response that the rubberpig struggled with the idea. The rubberpig inside loved the idea of more helpless bondage. Of being a rubberpig object waiting eight hours for the Boss to return. But the sensible boy inside was afraid of being in bondage that long, alone, isolated and helpless. I knew that if I continued training this rubberpig I could get it to a place where it would crave long nights of being a helpless bound rubberpig object.

But for nowI was content to free the rubberpig. It was after midnight when I let it out. The rubberpig took a shower and cleaned all the rubber and then the two bondage slaves went to the dorm room to sleep and I retired to the Blue Room for some much needed rest. After all there would be more bondage slave training on Monday.