Alpha Grey to 56913

I was visiting SeaBndgSadist for some much needed hangouts when a work issue arose and he needed to step away for a little while. Having some spare time and knowing that he may be a little while, I decided to gear up and put on Alpha Grey, figuring that perhaps I could goof around in the playroom while he addressed things.

I entered the playroom and took a survey of things inside. Cuffs, shackles, chains, cages, many straps - there were lots of fun toys that were interesting and piqued my interest as Alpha. The most prominent of these were the heavy Clejuso handcuffs that were attached to the side of a tall standing cage.

Curious - I found another set at attached it to the other side of the cage. Wondering what it would feel like to be locked in such a situation, I VERY carefully placed each wrist in a cuff and closed it so that it wouldn't lock but I would get the sensation. It felt amazing to be honest, and I let my mind wander as if I had been actually put into that situation.

Annoyingly, the cuff on my left hand kept swinging open as it was catching on cuff of my shirt sleeve. Attempting to adjust this - I moved my shirt up on my arm a little bit to allow for some extra room.

click

fuck.

The cuff had closed and locked on the first connection point. I immediately panicked, took out my other hand, and tried to pull my now stuck left hand out of the widest opening the cuff allowed and is now enforcing. And nothing. I couldn't pull my hand out despite my best efforts.

Trying not to panic, I started looking for keys. There must be something nearby as clearly this was used for something earlier. I started sifting through items that were within my immediate reach to look for something that might help. Nothing. No keys, nothing I could use to try and pick a lock - just piles of locks and chains.

I took a deep breath, and realizing that there was legitimately nothing I could do other than wait for someone to find me, I decided that since the worst had already happened, I might as well experience the feeling that I had been originally exploring in the first place. Against all reason and logic, I placed my other wrist in the opening of the cuff and let it close and latch.

FUCK.

I was now cuffed to either side of the standing cage and there was literally nothing that I could do but wait for assistance. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to be locked in this cage, ironically flipping in my head realizing that - in fact - that's exactly what has happened / where I was.

I'm not sure how much time had passed, when suddenly the playroom door opened. In walked a figure with a black mask over his head dressed in blue digi-camo. Embarrassed and vulnerable, I explained that I was just trying out the cuffs as I was curious - all while the masked man approached and pushed me into the back of the standing cage.

"Hey... what are you doing!" I yelled as the top door of the cage was closed - it was barely wide enough for my plate carrier to fit inside of - so I was unable to move forward or backward at all between the bars that were now closed on me. A lock was closed on it, and the bottom two doors were closed and locked in a similar fashion.

"Look... I honestly wasn't trying to start anything, I was just curious - I'm sorry OK!" I tried to plead as he turned to the wall and grabbed a role of duct tape. He was completely silent, not saying a single word in response to anything I was saying. "Wait... I... MMMMM" I exclaimed as he swiftly started wrapping my head in duct tape. Several loops around my mouth, then a couple around my forehead meant I wasn't going to be able to explain anything any longer, and then he ensured this would remain the case by wrapping tape around my jaw and then the top of my head.

Handcuffed in the cage and tightly gagged, there was literally nothing I could do as he started to chain my boots, followed by my waist / groin, to the cage. I struggled and resisted, but this did was absolutely futile. A black capture hood was slid over my head despite my grunts of protest. I was left to simmer in my predicament for a while as he silently watched - saying and doing nothing. Just watching.

After a little while, he approached the cage, whisked off the hood from my head, and removed the chains from my legs / waist. Thinking that I was being released, I sighed a bit in relief as the chains fell to the floor. He then came to the front of the cage and started to remove my boots. "HEY!" I tried to yell - but it just sounded like all the other noises I had been making. When he started to unbutton my pants, I pulled back and away as much as possible in the cage. The masked figure stood and looked me in the eyes, then pulled out an electric taser, firing it in front of me.

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK

Without a word, I knew what he was saying. You will comply with me or I will make you comply. Not wanting to be tased, I humiliatingly grunted and nodded, trying to communicate with my eyes back to him that I would not resist. He then finished removing my pants, taking them with him to the other side of the room.

He returned with a diaper. "WAIT WHAT?!" I tried to exclaim as I felt padding being fastened where my pants had just been. When I tried to move away, he simply pulled out the taser again and gave it a fire in the air.

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK

I stopped resisting as he fastened the diaper on me. Humiliated doesn't even begin to describe the sensation I felt in this moment - big strong Alpha Grey cuffed inside of a cage with no pants on only wearing a diaper. I was even more surprised when he approached with a pair of brown boxer shorts and slid them on me. I recognized them immediately as standard prison issue boxers, and suddenly feared / realized where this may be going...

My fears were confirmed as he left and then approached the cage with a bright orange set of prison uniform pants, sliding them up each leg as I reluctantly stepped inside, knowing that my options were compliance or getting tasered. My boots were put back on my feet, and then quickly secured with a large set of black boot leg irons. A chain was then locked around my neck and hung in front of me - a useful tool for my captor to pull on and force me into the front / back of the cage for additional compliance.

As he started to unbutton my military shirt, I wondered if perhaps I would have an opportunity to make an escape, knowing he would have to uncuff me from the cage wall to take it off. He was smart however - he removed one cuff to take my shirt off, then re-fastened it, and then released my right-hand to remove the other. He didn't re-cuff my right hand - but held up the taser and shot me a look. I grunted and nodded at him to let him know I understood.

RIPPPPP as he grabbed my undershirt and tore it from top to bottom in one fast motion, and suddenly I was exposed. I had just been in full tactical gear moments before - feeling very powerful, and suddenly now I'm cuffed inside of a standing cage wearing leg irons, boots, prison pants, and a very tight duct tape gag.

My captor stepped back and admired his handiwork so far as I tried to hide my face in shame. This only grew as the next step that I knew was coming started and he slid the orange prison uniform shirt over my head and pulled my right arm through. The taser made one last appearance without sound to remind me that compliance is mandatory, as he uncuffed my left hand from the cage wall.

He pulled my left arm through the shirt, and I was fully in prisoner garb now. This was re-enforced as he fastened a waist chain for handcuffs around my waist, slid a pair of black hinged handcuffs through the opening, and then secured my hands in front of me in the cuffs. This was then connected by a length of chain to my leg irons, all connected with large heavy blue locks.

I was an inmate now, a captive having been stripped of all my protective gear and now vulnerable and dejected. Gagged. Diapered. Cuffed. Controlled. He pushed me back inside of the standing cage, closed and locked the doors. I tried to yell in protest as he placed the black capture hood back over my head... and walked away. I stood in the dark - left alone to wonder when my captor would return and what other plans were in store for me when he did.