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Sissy StorageThe only sound that kept me company couldn't be heard by anyone but me, and though it was of a slow rhythm, it sounded like wardrums within the confines of the thick leather sensory deprivation hood that my owner had secured over my head.Sensory deprivation of my sight, deprivation of my ability to feel.. but not smell.. and ironically, not my ability to hear either. The high-grade foam earplugs he had stuffed into my ears before sliding his hood over my head acted as an amplifier for every single beat of my heart. It probably didn't help that he had snugged down the 3 straps that compressed the hood around my head even more than usual.A strap encircled my eyes as a blindfold normally would.. it pressed the padded sections gently against my eyelids, preventing me from opening or even blinking them; but it also had the added effect of encircling my ears, which said strap also compressed the two padded sections on each side of the hood against my head.. It was intended to muffle exterior sounds even more, but in my case, it simply caused my heartbeat to sound out even louder. The second strap wound it's way across the top of my head and underneath my chin.. when cinched as it was now, it forced my chin closed and prevented me from opening my mouth at all. Once again, my owner had been extra thorough in application of my bondage conditioning, as not only could I not open my mouth within the hood, but I couldn't close my mouth either, thanks to the panel style breathing tube gag he had silenced me with earlier this morning after dumping a hot load of cum into my mouth and throat that he had built up during the night in in rest. It wasn't the most extreme gag he has used on me in the previous week, but it was still large enough to wreck havock on my jaw as part of my training as his sissy faggot cum-dump was to enhance my ability to suck cock for hours without suffering exhaustion from stressed jaw muscles. I had been gagged prior to the application of the hood, and the breathing tube had been fed through a hole where the mouth should be.The final strap circled my neck like a collar. Though simple even if I had somehow managed to remove the locks securing the other hood straps, and undone the lacing that cinched the hood all round my face, I still would have been rendered unable to remove the hood thanks to the collar.As I lay immobile in my dark little prison within his prison, my mind wandered over the redundancy of all the bondage he had been subjecting me to over the past week.What color this hood was, I had no idea.. as when he placed it over my head, I was bound on my knees with my wrists handcuffed behind my back and gasping for air through the tube gag he had just silenced me with following a very rough bursa escort (http://harborc.com/) session of face fucking me in his basement prison this morning. Or as I've come to call it, home.By the time I had attempted to open my eyes, the hood had already passed over my line of sight, and as the story goes, I quietly groaned and moaned through the tube as he cinched it down around my head and secured it's straps with padlocks.. This could be the black one? Or the pink one. Or the red one.. My owner has so many options available to him when it comes to rendering me helpless.But again, it's color doesn't matter right now.Even though I know I'm wearing nothing but sheer satin and lace lingerie and lace top thigh high stockings, and a pair of heels to match.. it doesn't matter if this is the cute pink set, patterned with delicate irridescent floral designs across the satin or if it is the light blue lacey set with the satin panel in front.I'm just an object right now.. sealed up in it's container. Hands encased in tight inflatable bondage mittens that are secured to the interior of my claustrophobic little hell of a prison. It doesn't matter that I couldn't reach up to tease at my girlie bits that have been locked away inside a pink vice chastity device for the past 3 weeks.. I can't move my hands up from my sides.. the partition he had placed into the box I'm now locked into secures my hips and wrists alike, not unlike the way a stockade secures a prisoner's neck and wrists between two slats of wood.Partitions sectioned off each part of my body within the box.. a partion held my neck in place.. creating a single compartment for my head that prevented me from lifting up at all within the confines of the bondage coffin. A large diameter hose had been attached to my breathing tube and ran to the exterior of the box, but thankfully I could still exhale through my nose, as breathing in and out of the tube would cause CO2 to build up and cause my eventual suffocation even with the extra precautions.Another partition pinned me down inside the box at my hips and wrists, as mentioned., creating a larger compartment that isolated and framed my torso perfectly. 3 more partitions ensured my total immobility inside this prison. One held my thighs slightly spread, framing my helpless body from the waist down to mid-thigh, accenting my wiggling hands that had been encased inside the small inflatable latex balloons, my locked cock, throbbing and twitching inside it's pink chastity cage, and the smooth bare skin of my thighs where they met the lace band of my stockings. Another partition secured my legs just below my knees.. and though this frame up was not as aesthetically pleasing as seeing my hooded face trembling, my torso decorated in sexy lingerie, or bursa escort bayan (http://harborc.com/) my hips and thighs and locked cock, this partition held my legs just slightly apart as well, but much more snugly and firmly than some of the other partitions.. The openings that slotted down over my legs were much more shallow, effectively pinning my legs to the bottom of the lockbox that served as my prison within his prison, and preventing me from struggling or lifting them up whatsoever.The last partition functioned similar to the one that secured my knees, only this one held my ankles in place, creating a final frame-up of my feet wiggling in the heels he had locked onto my feet the night before.Without the modular lid closed down and locked in place to seal me away from the world, It was clear to see how pathetically aroused I was by this treatment that some would call abusive imprisonment, cruel and definitely unusual.What a person couldn't see from the front of the box, however, is the massive plug my owner had stuffed into my hole following the first of my multiple daily pussy cleanings. It was a classic butt plug design, but the stem was much wider and thicker than most normal plugs.. This one was called a punishment plug, and such devices were commonly used on insatiable sissies like myself to train their pussies to always have a slight gape and always be ready to recieve the cock of a dominant man and be loaded up with his seed.My owner openly mused about the pros and cons of conditioning that part of my body in such a way, but his verbal self reflections had revealed how much he loved watching his cum leaking from my freshly seeded hole; and how wonderful it would be to watch me be completely incapable of retaining any cum at all that may be fucked and pumped into me by the men at his local sex arcade. He said that for the moment, he loved watching my hole twitching as a cock was removed from deep within it, and how humiliating it must be for a sissy like me to have such a stretched out, used up hole that load after load of hot cum just slowly leaks out and down my thighs when I'm being bred doggy style on my hands and knees.For him, his slave having a stretched pussy didn't bother him much at all as his cock was quite thick by nature.. it felt just as good to him to empty load after load into me throughout the day as it did to emoty into the crotch of a real girl.His current goal for my pussy was to render it so useless that only the combination of a tunnel plug and a smaller normal plug would keep my orfice sealed up. My hole was already his slutty cock sleeve, but by the end of the month, he had planned on installing the tunnel plug to keep my hole open at all times unless it had been sealed shut by a regular plug.. He wanted escort bursa (http://harborc.com/) to transform my ass into a living fleshlight, ribbed silicone anal tunnel plug giving him extra pleasure as he bred me, but the warmth of my actual pussy was still a very much desired experience.. and this mode of training and conditioning provided him with both experiences... and Kept me walking funny any time I was permitted to do so.Unlike now..Trapped, locked away under multiple layers of restraint, inside his long inescapable sissy storage box, secured with 8 heavy duty master padlocks, tucked away into a long nook in the back of his basement like a fetishy morgue chamber designed to hide away enslaved sissy faggot fucktoys from the world and prevent them from escaping whatsoever while he was away at work, it's steel door latched and locked down, inside the cell where he kept his sissy helpless in storage, with it's door locked and secured, deep within the basement prison dungeon where he subjected his sissy to his deepest, darkest, most depraved fantasies and desires.....My mind couldn't process just how many keys would be needed to simply gain access to me, let alone release me from my restraints once I was removed from the box for whatever use he desired.21 keys?25?There was absolutely no escape when he put me away in storage like this.There was no escape even when he had simply chained me down to the bed down here in this prison dungeon for breeding purposes, but this...He simply wants me to completely understand just how utterly and completely helpless I am and how pointless it is to even consider freedom. That I am his.. I belong to him.. and he will do with me as he wishes, when he wishes, how he wishes.......... I can't wait to feel his cock penetrate my holes and flood me with his cum again.I love being his sissy cock sleeve sex slave.I wonder how he will dress me when he returns and decides to use me again?I wonder if I will taste his cum this time.. or will I feel it's warmth spread through my pussy?Will I wear latex? Or Leather? Or satin and lace? Will I be a pretty little sissy doll with cum glossed lips tonight? Or will I be a depraved faggot fuck toy encased in latex and impaled on his cock until I am a used-up figure laying in a pool of his cum that has leaked from my slutty cunt on a bed of latex sheets?It is for him to decide; as I exist to pleasure his whims and sexual desires in any way he needs. I am his sissy slave girl. I am lucky to have his collar locked around my neck and be owned.. And I can't get enough of being the target of his devious fantasies. Whether he spends day after day filling me with his precious cum, or leaving me to struggle in bound isolation while he plays games or tends to work, or letting groups of kinky friends loose on me down here in his basement to essentially gang **** me while he enjoys a nice movie and a relaxed afternoon.. I love being the key to the fulfillment of his pleasures, whatever they may be.