Not sure how to start this story. It's a personal jerk-off scenario.
Getting it down on paper is something of a self-indulgence. A chance
to develop a bit further a collection of visual images and a dramatic
situation which involve all my favourite turn-ons.
I can see the two main characters very clearly in my mind's eye as
I mentally get them to act out an experience that I would really like
to take part in. Not that either character is me - but they're both
part of me ... no, I mean there's a little bit of me in each of them.
As I write I'm still trying to work out a way to put onto paper a
mental process I follow naturally two or three times a week; that
is, imagining situations that excite me sexually. I build up the action
and imagery step by step, picturing every smallest detail of their
clothes and actions, listening in on their private thoughts while
they're thinking the opposite of what they're saying; watching them
manoeuvre when dealing with somebody they hope to win control over
... or is it to be controlled by? I like to watch and listen and still
be a part of it all.
Maybe it's more like watching a movie which I've written. But if you've
ever read through a movie script you'll know how confusing that can
b.
But, for the purposes of developing this favourite fantasy of the
Mind's Eye, I guess that's how it's going to be. That's the basic
format.
Scene
One: 'REVERIE'
The
LEATHERMAN, dressed in well used and lived-in leathers, relaxes
on a leather covered bed smoking a hand-rolled cigarette.
His leather shirt and bikers pants with padded knees, the heavy-soled
bike boots with metal clasps up to his knees, the Langlitz jacket
and the Harley cap may be stereotypic, but they are more than
a costume. They are his leisure-wear and sometimes night attire.
Smoke curls from his cigarette as the camera of our Mind's Eye
allows us to see the details of his compact form and the way leather
strains at the seams and where the weight of his body bites into
the leather bedcover.
As the camera of our mind's eye travels lovingly across the mounds
and crevasses of his body (and an attendant microphone picks up
every creak and stir of leather against leather) an intimate narration
"reads" his mind.
We
hear a stylised reverie or private train of thought. Perhaps there
is a hint of a 'B' movie detective story.
VOICE
OF THE LEATHERMAN:
On the floor beside my bed there's a bundle of human meat sweating
and straining inside a prison of black leather. As it tries to relieve
the pressure on immobilised limbs I listen to the air being dragged
in and forced out through the very few breathing holes in a tight-laced
hood.
Sounds
of breathing grow louder as the camera pans slowly down the LEATHERMAN'S
legs and heavy boots to show the trussed-up figure on the floor.
The intimate voice continues as the camera explores in close-up,
details of the total leather encasement and immobilisation of
the 'victim'.
LM: From
the soles of his cleated boots to the top of that eyeless, mouthless
featureless helmet, it's leather all the way. Tough hide straps creak
and groan - as he would groan if he could through a gag and three
thicknesses of solid leather. The sound and smell and sight of his
suffering body keeps me awake ... savouring a dream that might disappear
if I close my eyes.
Camera
holds the picture as the 'Victim' strains to find some relief
inside the heavy leather strait-jacket that wraps and straps his
arms across his chest. He then subsides to rest and drag in more
air. From another angle we see the two figures.
LM: Does
he know I'm here? - watching - or is he lost in his own suffocating
surreal existence - helpless, totally dependent on me - his every
sense distorted; no sight, hearing, tactile contact with the outside
world. He can smell ... leather, taste the wedge of leather deep in
his mouth. What else is left for him?
Sudden
close shot of the featureless tight leather hood.
LM: At
least his imagination is free to run riot - or has it already switched
off, not able to deal with the situation? How much does he know about
the effects of Sensory Deprivation? Has he read about experiments
in Mind Bending; techniques for reducing even the toughest human being
to a disorganised mess of mental and physical ... insecurity?
Camera
begins a new journey across the body of the 'victim', catching
a desperate flexing of an aching arm, the useless movement of
fingers imprisoned inside the closed ends of the straitjacket
sleeves.
Suddenly, the body rolls to reveal for the first time a network
of solid straps and heavy buckles. These begin to flex and strain,
tugging in different directions. The cleated soled boots jerk
powerfully against straps which hold them pulled bent towards
his tightly leather-covered ass. After a violent struggle the
body subsides.
LM: The
anger will soon die. What then? - despair - fear - or just deadening
physical tension. His dependence on me is total. His very existence
depends on me ... on me being what I pretended to be when we first
met three short hours ago.
Camera
again includes the LEATHERMAN in the picture. He still smokes
what is probably pot. We continue to hear his voice, although
he is not speaking - the style becomes slightly more consciously
poetic.
LM: I
am all he has in the world at this moment. If I reach out my hand
and touch him - he will be grateful to know I'm still here. If I smack
him - he will bear it - because he will have no choice. I am the cause
of his suffering, the controller of his destiny - his only means of
salvation. (He smiles down at the 'Victim') His only dread - his only
hope. Without me - he would cease to exist.
The
'victim' who has been making yet another vigorous but totally
ineffective attempt to gain extra ease or comfort, suddenly seems
to stop fighting.
LM: I
wonder how clearly he remembers me? Does he have any idea how long
it is since I gradually and patiently manoeuvred him into his present
situation?
Camera begins to close in on the LEATHERMAN's strong, masculine face.
Can he still formulate a rational image in his Mind's Eye? Who and
what am I to him? Am I - any sort of reality?
MAIN
EXCERPT ENDS
Links in sequence to two further extracts:
STRAIT-JACKET
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